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Moon 17, Part 1

A big moon this time! I love all the graduates so much and enjoyed making their adult designs <3 Don't worry, you'll see Rowanpaw's full adult design soon!

As always I will post the refs in the next couple days. :3 Let me know what you think of their names :D

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drawing for a fren :3c @notalex3

i know litterally next to nothing about this guy so I hope it turned out alright uwu

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said “would” when House was on-screen and now whenever he does something awful my roommate looks at me and shakes his head disapprovingly

[slvthrs]

can you do a vinnie x fem reader smut where she (reader) is stressed out and vinnie fucks her good on the balcony and they didn’t care anymore if they get caught of what 🙈

ofc my lovesss

BREATHE BABY | v.hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

stress never stood a chance against a tall blond with an unyielding love for you.

BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, fucking in a pool over the city, vinnie LOVES u, praise kink, hickies n love bites

word count: 2.5k <3

a/n: idfk if vinnie has a pool in his apt, i added one for the plot 😭

Stress was one of the most constant presences in your life. University, friendships, family relationships. It was as if stress was an obsessive ex that you couldn’t get rid of creeping back into your life once it got good. 

The only thing that could keep it a bay was Vinnie, your best friend of 12 years, ever since you were nine years old the boy was like a walking calmer for you. His presence made you relax and he always reminded you when you needed to take a break.

Ever since he moved out to LA at 18 the stress slowly crept back into your life, and you had to adapt again. More friends in uni and new found appreciation of swimming. 

If you weren't studying or with your friends, you were swimming. Sometimes the water made you calm down, it felt as if all your stress floated away as the water touched your skin.

That’s where you were again, the pool attached to Vinnie's apartment. 

It was so odd, the lanky scruffy boy who you became friends with grew into the type of men you would see modeling- and you did.

Everything was so much more intimidating about the boy. His height, the tattoos littering his skin which make your skin turn hot. 

His new found fame which made your head dizzy the longer you thought about it. The idea of the boy you first became friends with turning into this man who had girls falling over him left in right made your stomach flip and you had no idea if it was good or bad. 

You had kept an eye on what he was up to in LA, his friends, his business, that one fight that made you nearly throw up out of fear. 

And of course who he was dating.

It always said he wasn’t seeing anyone but you were never convinced, no one looks like that and is single, you always thought to yourself.

But it wasn’t just him who had changed. 

Looking back, being stuck to one boy's side for all of elementary, middle, and high school was a hindrance.

Once you branched out in university you flourished.

You grew into a new woman.

Your features were sharper, your curves more defined, your entire face had what your friends called, ‘a glow up’. 

Regular visits to the gym and taking care of yourself made you stand out.

Also being more active in your sex and love life made you more in touch with your body. Your last ex boyfriend taught you so much about what you did and didn’t like, you got better and sex and the burst of confidence helped you in tremendous ways.

You walked with more purpose in your steps and it really did seem like you left Seattle and turned into a different woman.

But this new Vinnie made you feel like a little girl again. Floundering in the big kids pool, kicking your tiny legs for a chance to come up and breathe again.

All of your confidence was for show as when Vinnie walked in you returned into that stressful anxious girl again.

You relaxed lackadaisical at the edge of the pool looking over the edge. 

Everything looked so small, everyone down there had their own lives, your worries seemed miniscule compared to what everyone else down there had to go through. 

An ambulance rushed by and the only thought you had was someone was about to get the most devastating news of your life.

It was like a trance the city of LA put you into.

The city of angels. 

“You look deep in thought.” The velvety voice of the boy who the house belonged to piped in.

You turned and saw Vinnie resting against the sliding door of the balcony. His hands were in the pockets of his swim trunks whilst he had an unbuttoned linen shirt barely converting his ink filled torso. 

“I’m always deep in thought Vinne, you know that.” A small huff left your plump lips as you turned and said that.

“I know but especially today.” He explained whilst walking over to dip his feet in the pool, “Is LA freaking you out? I felt like that for the first year I was here.”

He always did that. Trying to figure out what made you uncomfortable and trying to fix that. He was always kind like that.

“No Vin, it’s everything. It’s so weird. You left Seattle as a scared boy and now you seem like someone I’d see plastered on magazines talking about how many girls he sleeps with in a year.” The crude stereotype aside, Vinnie laughed at your remark.

“I’m still the same guy, you know that.” He said and continued a second later, “Besides, look at you. You're like a different person.”

It was your turn to laugh now, “You can come in you know that? It’s like you're trying to stay away from me.”

He smiled, “Thanks for the invite into my own pool.”

Despite the sarcasm he took his shirt off and entered the pool, walking over to where you were floating. 

He towered over you.

“I don’t think I’ve changed that much.” You toyed with your bikini strap, “I’m still the same anxious girl you met.”

His hands rested on your waist, “Sure, but you're more confident, you're more talkative, plus you look so different.” 

It’s quiet until Vinnie breaks the silence again.

“I kept checking on your Instagram now and again. You seem happier.” You both know what he means when he says that.

“I am. Moving out of Seattle was hard but in the grand scheme of things I couldn’t stay there after you left, it felt empty.” You tell him as he pushes a strand of hair away from your face.

“M’ sorry, I had to leave but my biggest regret is that you couldn’t have come with me.” 

You laugh pulling away from him and turing back around, facing the city again, leaning over the edge of the pool.

“Even if you have asked I wouldn’t have come. I love you Vin, but I was always was gonna go to university. You were the unconventional one out of the 2 of us.” You sigh pulling you hair to one side and playing with the ends, a sort of nervous tick you developed after your first months in university.

“I know.” He breathes out, “That’s why I didn’t ask but a part of me always hoped you would come.” 

He comes closer to you, his hands wrap around your waist and now your back is hitting his chest. His head practically rests on top of yours.

You nearly start crying. 

You don’t know why. 

“You think anyone down there is going through the same thing were going through?” It’s a dumb question on your part but you like talking to the blond.

“Are any of them dealing with 2 friends you love each other and have been apart for so long that they don’t know what to do,” He pauses, “Also one of them if famous and the other is the most amazing person on earth? Nah I don’t think so.”

“Mhm that makes sense.”

It goes quiet again.

The wind rustles against the palm trees and if you really focused your ears you could hear the waves crashing along the shore.

“You keep tabs on my insta?” You ask with a smile creeping up on your face

He smiles him self letting a huff of laughter out, “Yeah, I was hoping you forgot I said that.”

“Why, whatd’ya see on there?” Another dumb question, you know exactly what he saw on there.

“You look happier, also you have new friends, ones I would like to meet,” His heart skips a beat, “Also y’know that guys on there.”

You laugh internally and turn around so you can see his face.

“Their some of my friends, I think you would like them.” You know he wouldn’t.

“What about Tyler?” 

Your ex-boyfriend, the one you meet during finals week of your sophomore year. You had dated for nearly 9 months before you broke it off. 

It wasn’t anything serious, he didn’t cheat, he didn’t lie- your lives were too different and you both knew that.

It was a mutual decision but Vinnie didn’t care. Anyone the broke up with you or even hurt you in anyways was evil in his eyes, how anyone could do that to you, he couldn’t explain to himself. 

“Tyler’s Tyler it doesn’t matter.” 

He blinks at you.

“What you want me to bring up all the girls your rumored to be dating?”

“Fuck off you know that isn’t the same thing. Half of those girls I only follow on tiktok and I haven’t been in a single committed relationship with any of them… Why the fuck did I find out about your long term relationship over fucking INSTAGRAM, I’m your best friend what hell?”

He steps back, with his hands in the air like he’s being accused of something.

“I don’t know Vin I just didn’t know how to tell you, everything was too much. I was so worried what you were gonna think and then it got to late. I felt like there was no point in telling you-” 

You ramble and he cuts you off.

“It’s fine, breathe pretty girl, just relax, I’m right here.” 

He pulls you closer to him and the moment you look into his eyes that calming effect he has on you just corses through your body.

Something just clicks inside the both of you and he’s kissing you so gently it’s like hes afraid of breaking you. 

His lips slot perfectly into your’s, it’s like you were made for him, his hands fall onto your ass as he pulls you closer, his eyebrows are knitted together in focus and he’s holding you as if he’s afraid to lose you.

It feels so fucking right. 

You the one that pulls him harder into you, your hands tangle into his hair, deepening the kiss.

Your nails rake the back of his neck and he hums in content. 

Your the one that pulls back, a trail of saliva linking the 2 of you and he looks at you so intently as if he’s studying you.

“Your so beautiful. I don’t think I tell you that enough.” And his lips are back on yours.

Your the one who pulls the strings of your bikini of and his lifting you up so your flush against his body, most likely so he can feel your tits pressed up against his chest. 

He’s grining in the kiss, as his hands grope your thighs and ass trailing up towards your hips. His hands are all over you and your ecstatic they are.

“More” you whisper into the kiss like it’s a secret only the two of you can share or else yoru lives would ruin.

“Please Vinnie I’m begging you.” You know your not telling him what you wnat but you pray he’ll save some of the embarrassment for you.

“Tell me what you want, I’ll do anything for you.” It’s like a prayer or promise of worship.

“Fuck me please, do whatever you want, I just need you.” It’s desperate and it turns Vinnie on so much more.

His fingers link around the straps of your bottoms and he pulls the down, your fully nude under him as he fiddles with his own shorts.

Your legs link around him as he slowly slides his dick in letting you get used to the size if anything. 

You head falls onto his shoulders as you sigh out, your eyebrows knit and you nearly loose your shit. 

He feels so much bigger than anyone else you’ve ever had sex with and your entire body feels like its getting shocked.

The sensation to crynearly hits you before you pull your self together, latching you lips onto Vinnie’s neck as he starts to move you.

It’sa rhythmic pace and it’s a kind one faring his size but you want more. You’ve waited years for this and you want more than him just being kind. 

“Vinnieee,” It comes out as a needy whine as you cry out his name, “More, harder, anything just please needa feel you everywhere.” 

You ramble but he knows what you want. He knows your body, he knows you better than you know yourself. 

His pace speeds up and he tries to keep kissing your but you keep writhing. He finds it adorable but your trying not to cum as quick to draw this out. 

You wanna feel him everywhere, you wanna be able to only see him.

“Vin,” You words are loosing power as he keeps thrusting into you, your thighs are sore and your mind is clouded with the thought of yoru impending orgasm. 

“Choke me please, need to feel you.” His pace falters as he tries to grapple with what you just admitted to him.

The look on your face proves your not joking but he swears he nearly came just by the sentence alone. 

His dick twitches inside you as his hands wrap around the base of your neck, he pulls yoru face up and you look into his eyes. 

You look drunk and delrious and he wants you to have his kids right there on the spot. 

He can’t even tell you what it is, he’s just so much more in love with you.

As his hands add pressure your hands comes to weakly wrap around his, not realy doing anything, just an unorthodox way of holding hands.

Your sense are flooded with just, Vinnie. 

The same boy practically trained to teach you how to breathe when your mind rabbles, cutting your breathe off, and the way he looks while doing it.

His pupils are blown out and his face looks like a mix of lust and love. The whole scene out of a porno but even his eyes can’t hide how deeply he’s in love with you.

When he lets your neck go you inhale so deeply you nearly start coughing and he pulls you closer to him as his thrusts become sporadic. 

Your forehead rests against his as you both cum, nearly blacking out as your vision goes white.

Your panting as he puts you down on the edge of the pool as he finds you a towl and the rest of your clothes floating around in the pool. 

You end up in the bath making sure the get the chlorine off and the residues of sex off the both of you.

Your lying ontop of his as his hands rake through your hair.

“Just breathe baby we’ll take about it tomorrow.” And thats what you do, breathing to the sund of his heartbeats. 

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Real Cowgirls Ride (Emmett x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Emmett (A Quiet Place 2) x Fem!Reader Summary: When you go to a bar in upstate New York with your girlfriends for a bachelorette party, you encounter a hot rugged man who´ll teach you how to ride like a real cowgirl. Word count: 4,248 Contents: (Minors DNI). No apocalypse AU. Age gap (Reader is 24, Emmett is 39), Oral sex (fem receiving), a little bit of ass licking (fem receiving), fingering, P in v, protected sex! Author's notes: Once more, a collab with @fuckiingloser cause that's my wifey. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. Enjoy the ass licker.

It was the first time you ever stepped a foot in this rural upstate New York town. Certainly an interesting choice for a bachelorette party, but your friend: the bride, and her future husband had grown up here. It was nice, though. A very appreciated change of scenery from your busy downtown New York City life. It had been a 3 hour drive to get here, and you planned to just have a good time.

The party had a cowgirl theme and you had gone all out: a borrowed pair of red cowgirl boots that you had never imagined wearing in your life, a pair of dangerously tiny Daisy Duke jean shorts and a white cropped t-shirt that said “Budweiser” across the front. All topped with a matching cowboy hat sitting on top of your head. Your girlfriends showered you with compliments, you played the part so well.

It was around 11:30 pm now, and after several stops of the bar crawl, you all walked into a smoky, dark dive bar. The neon signs gave the entire room a dull glow. It was moderately full, mostly with old blue collar men tired from a long day's work. Some of them gave your group a few stares that only your tipsy state managed to ignore. You had come here for fun, and that’s what you would have. 

You got a big table, ordered some drinks and shots and cheered for the bride, wishing her all the best with the love of her life. And, in secret, you hopelessly wished that you would find yours too… You were painfully single at 24 and your only one previous boyfriend had cheated on you after a year of dating. You were still young but loneliness stung.

To distract yourself, you ordered a few more shots and just went along with the vibe of the bar and your friends’ laughter. Some moments later, you wandered over to the old school jukebox that sat alone on a dark corner to flip through the endless pages of song options. Some you knew, some you didn’t, and one you picked before a rugged voice behind you interrupted you:

“Excuse me, miss...” You turned to look. “I just have to have a look at these fancy red cowgirl boots up close...” The man in front of you said with a charming little smirk and with his baby blue eyes looking down at your feet, then at your legs, your body and, eventually, meeting your eyes. 

You looked him over too, with his plain white t-shirt, blue wrangler jeans, dusty work boots, scruffy beard with a few silver strands in it and a ball cap with some brown curls peeking out underneath it. Quite handsome. His little excuse to come over and talk to you was pathetic but cute, it had made you smirk a little. And when you looked into his beautiful eyes and saw that pretty smile again, you decided to give him a shot.

“Honestly… My buddies over there were givin’ me a hard time and said that I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t say something to the pretty girl in the red cowboy boots...” He gestured over to his friends in the booth in the other corner who gave you a wave and smile. You turned back to look at him, and gave yourself the luxury of eyeing him up and down again. He was definitely older than you, but not exactly old enough to be your father. He must have been in his early 40’s at most. He was sort of rugged, most likely a blue collar man. Some tattoos poked out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. He was not the type of guy you were used to encountering in New York City. “I'm Emmett..” He smirked, and you chuckled a bit at his words.

“Hate to break the news but I borrowed these from a friend… I’m not a real country girl.” You admitted with a smile. Emmett laughed softly and leaned against the almost forgotten jukebox.

 “Well… They look good on you either way… That’s for sure…” He looked over your body once more, shameless infatuation irradiating from him. His boldness made you smile again, and admittedly, it also turned you on. Like clockwork, the first notes of the song you picked started to play and Emmett gave you an approving smile.

“Good choice… You’ve got good taste obviously… Would you like to dance, beautiful?” He asked, his voice like velvet in your ears. You felt a sweet heat rush to your cheeks and you nodded.

“I'd like that.” You smiled and he took your hand with a gentleness that was to die for, pulling you closer and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. In return, you wrapped your arms around his neck and followed him along. Butterflies flew in your stomach like they hadn’t in so long when his arms tightened around you.

You chatted a little, dancing slowly in the middle of the dive bar with his rough hands rubbing the exposed skin of your back. In the background of the slow song, you could make out the voices and giggles of your friends who must have been staring in amusement and support. 

In between the small conversations and the dance, you found out Emmett owned a farm nearby. Mostly horses and some crops. You also found out he was 39 years old. Never married, currently single. Then it came time for questions about your life, your work, your age, where were you from…

“Ahh, so you’re a city girl, makes sense… Never seen someone as hot as you around here before...” Emmett whispered, still swaying with you and still holding you tight. You blushed, something not everybody did to you, but there was something about him. His looks, his charm, his rough hands. You couldn't help yourself.

Guided by that feeling, you kept talking. Now telling him about your failed relationship, your cheater ex-boyfriend and your 8 month-long singlehood. Emmett’s brow furrowed upon hearing that.

“Fuckin’ asshole… Who would ever wanna lose you? You need a real man… Not a little immature boy..” He whispered, shaking his head gently and tightening his tattooed arm around you ever so slightly, just for the butterflies in your stomach to go even wilder. 

Your song ended and the jukebox went silent. Emmett immediately asked to buy you a drink, and how would you even say no? Next thing you knew, you were sitting on a barstool with him standing in front of you, a hand on your thigh making you swoon. He leaned over to order, the scent of his almost worn-off cologne sending more heat towards the right places.

“Two miller lites please, thanks.. ” The bartender cracked open two beers and pushed them towards Emmett. He handed you one along with a sly smile, his other hand still on your thigh.

“Well… Cheers to a good night that I'm hoping gets even better.” Emmett held his drink up to yours and clicked them together with a nice melodic sound. 

“Cheers.” You chuckled, arousal pooling in your lower abdomen and burning steady for the entire time you and Emmett talked and flirted in between sips. Some guilt crept up on you at having practically abandoned your girlfriends, but every quick glance towards them made you find them winking and putting their thumbs up. So you focused back on Emmett, laughed at his jokes, touched his arm, gave him your best smile…

“Can’t believe a pretty girl like you is interested in an old man like me.” He rubbed his hand softly on your exposed thigh, and you couldn't help but let out a sincere chuckle.

“You're hotter than any guy I've met in the city by a million honestly… A real man who works with his hands and knows what he wants and isn’t shy about it…” Every word of yours was soaked in a sensual tone and your eyes never looked away from him now. He had the most beautiful pale blue eyes you had ever seen, his pupils were long dilated from looking at you, and they seemed to get even more when he heard you talking like that.

“Well, you sure know how to flatter a guy… I’ve gotta say you’re one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.” Emmett leaned in to whisper into your ear, his lips giving you a featherlight touch. “My hands aren’t the only thing I’m good with…” His warm breath sent a satisfying shiver down your spine. “And I do know what I want… I wanna see what’s underneath this little crop top and these tiny jean shorts…” 

Your breath hitched ever so slightly, the hairs at the back of your neck stood up. His rough hand gripped the soft flesh of your thigh firmly, the sensation, along with his words, going straight to your core and now dampened panties. 

It was 12:45 am now, the clock upon the wall ticked in front of Emmett’s eyes with an eager question. 

“It's getting pretty late… Whaddya say you come home with me tonight… And I can teach you how to ride like a real cowgirl?” He whispered through a seductive smirk, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear and effectively making your clit pulse. You bit your lip, took in the pale blue of his eyes and leaned a bit closer.

“You wanna be my teacher?” You asked him, holding his gaze. Emmett nodded before taking a swig of his beer, finishing it and putting it on the bar.

“I'm sure a girl like you could teach an old dog like me a few tricks too…” 

Your smirk turned into a grin before his eyes and your wet pussy fluttered again. God, he was so smooth and beyond sexy. The kind of man you needed.

“Take me home cowboy.” You whispered, ripples of arousal traveling around your body as you watched Emmett pull out his wallet and slap a 20 dollar bill on the counter to cover for your drinks and tip, before taking your hand like a gentleman.

Your girls cheered when they saw you walking out with him, and you so graciously gave them a playful middle finger that made them laugh out loud.

Emmett held the door open for you and all the exposed parts of your body felt the cool summer breeze of the night air. Not for long though, his truck was just a few steps away, and as the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger seat door for you and helped you in. The inside was rather cozy, an air freshener hung from the rear-view mirror along with a, quite fitting, tiny cowboy hat charm. You flicked it with your finger as Emmett got in the driver’s seat. 

“Before we leave...” He started, leaning over the center console. Before you could ask him anything, his lips met yours in a hot, sensual kiss. Inevitably, your hand reached up to touch his beard, and you delighted with the taste of beer and faint mint gum in his mouth.

 “Sorry, I just had to… Couldn’t wait another minute.” He whispered against the softness of your lips, forming a smile. He sat back in his seat and started the truck up, making it roar to life. His left hand held the wheel and his right hand found his new favorite spot: your thigh. Soft rock born from his radio barely made noise as he drove you down the mostly empty country roads to his home nearby. You raised both eyebrows when an old farmhouse and several barns came into view.

“Wow… All this is yours?” You asked softly, admiring the vast space bathed in starlight.

“It is indeed, pretty girl.” Emmett smiled, pulling up next to the house and getting out of his truck, this time helping you out of it, upholding the true gentleman behavior. 

His arm wrapped around you once again, his body warmth fighting for you against the chill summer night’s breeze. You smiled when the front door opened for you and you were the first to step foot inside the cute little farmhouse. It was rather lovely, perhaps too minimally decorated but it was to be expected, he was a 40 year old man living alone. You seemed to be the most feminine thing in this house. 

“I love it… So cozy.” You leaned against the kitchen counter, attracting Emmett to you. His hands found your hips and he looked down at you with that flirtiness that made your pussy wetter. 

“You haven’t even seen the bedroom yet.” He whispered, closer and closer to you until another sensual kiss captured your lips. Your mouth gave his skillful tongue entrance and with a delicious groan he picked you up easily. Your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands supported you by holding your ass. He swallowed a moan from you and walked you both across the house, towards the stairs and into his bedroom. There, he laid you down on his big bed, his lips reluctantly leaving yours for air.

You propped yourself up to your elbows, granting him a visual feast for his eyes to devour. Your exposed midriff, your little shorts and those cute little red boots. Since your cowboy hat had been lost somewhere on the way to his bed, your hair was slightly messy, and your lips glistened from his saliva. He didn’t know where to begin with you. 

“Fuck, you’re sexy…” He admired you, reaching down to pull one of your boots off, then the other one. Both joined his wooden floor. “I need to see this perfect body naked for me…”

You giggled, his hands now occupied themselves with your jean shorts. In a couple of seconds they also met the floor.

“Would ya look at that…” Emmett let out a flirty whistle upon seeing what you hid underneath the denim: a little red thong that made his cock twitch in his jeans, another reminder of how painfully hard he was. His calloused thumb didn’t resist and ran over your clothed pussy, slowly making its way between your folds and marveling at the feeling of the damp fabric. He growled in approval. 

“Someone’s wet…” He looked into your eyes and you felt a rush of blood divide itself to reach both your cheeks and your needy cunt. You bit your lip, your body ablaze.

“Flip over for me, baby… Face down ass up.” He ordered after playing with you over your panties a little bit. You, incredibly turned on and obedient to any sexy command he could throw your way with that deep voice of his, didn’t even think about it twice.

“Yes, Sir.” You played along, flipping over for him with your ass in the air and your cheek against the duvet cover. 

“Fuuuck…” He groaned at the sight. You knew very damn well your little thong was covering absolutely nothing from behind. “I wanna make sure this little pussy is prepped for my lesson…” he said, peeling the thong off you slowly. 

Anticipation pooled at your cunt, the flimsy red fabric left your body with his help. Once you were free, Emmett palmed both your asscheeks and spread them slowly. He moaned at the sight of your glistening pussy and tight asshole, all fully waxed.

“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ…” He breathed out, feeling his heart skip a beat. “I could come just looking at you…” He whispered just inches away from your needy cunt.

You moaned softly at his words, feeling completely exposed yet so turned on. Nothing else could matter to you anymore.

“Please...” You whimpered so needily, he couldn’t resist leaning in and letting his tongue slide between your slippery folds. A guttural groan of his made your pussy reverberate, the taste of you on his tongue so addictive, so divine.

“Oh my god…” Now, you moaned. Emmett’s hot tongue licked a fat stripe from your clit all the way to your ass, flicking against it. The sensation was so good you could barely comprehend it.

“You taste like honey…” He purred to our flesh before spitting on your pussy, his saliva slowly dribbling down between your lips and making him groan in approval. Two of his fingers gathered some of that spit on them before circling your aching hole, slowly pushing inside of you from behind. 

You moaned over and over, his thick fingers pumped in and out of you in a slow but firm motion. He watched hungrily as your tight cunt took them in so easily and so greedily.

 “Fuck… Feels so good…” You spoke in between moans that only got louder when Emmett curled his fingers inside you, hitting that special spot. “Holy fuck…” 

The louder you moaned, the faster his thick fingers moved and curled. Your eager pussy had his index and middle fingers completely wet and glistening.

“That feels good, pretty girl?” He asked with a smirk. “Gotta make sure this little pussy is ready to ride my big cock…” he growled hungrily. 

“I-I’m ready… Please…” His pumping fingers had you bucking your hips in desperation and stuttering, almost out of your mind. Emmett loved every single detail about it, you looked just so beautiful when you were this horny and needy. Mercifully, he pulled his fingers out of your begging cunt and slowly brought them to his mouth, groaning at the taste of you.

“Flip over, baby.” He commanded, the sound of the zipper of his jeans making your ears perk up. You did as he said, catching the glimpse of his pants hitting the floor and his shirt being pulled over his head. He tossed it aside, the view of his toned, hairy chest and arms, along with those sexy tattoos of his made your pussy feel even more needy. Your eyes feasted on him, from his chest to his hard on in his briefs.

“I think you’re ready for your lesson…” Emmett crawled onto the bed and laid on his back, dark curls resting on his pillows. Right away, you sat on your knees, watching the way his arm flexed as he reached over to the side table and opened the drawer. Touch guided his way to a gold wrapper.

“A little help?” He smirked, looking down at his hard cock still tucked in his underwear. You smiled and nodded, your fingers hooking on the gray waistband and gently peeling the fabric down his legs. His big hard cock immediately sprung free for your eyes to devour. A throaty groan resonated from him. It was much bigger than what you had pictured, it was impossible to not stare at it in all its veiny, throbbing glory. 

Emmett ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth, rolling the latex down his thick cock and looking up at you with a sexy smile.

“You ready to be my cowgirl?” 

Immediately, you snapped out of your trance and nodded.

“Yes, sir…” Your voice came out sweet and so lovely, his hand motioned towards him.

“C’mere, baby…” Emmett cooed and you moved to stand above him. You lowered down slowly on him until your sensitive folds felt the covered tip of his cock, making him groan a little at the friction.

“Mmm, slow baby…” He coached you in a soft voice, putting his hands on your hips and guiding you. “Sink down slowly…” And slowly you did it. His cock slid inside your tight hot ready entrance easily, with all the time in the world. You sank down further, each of your knees on either side of his thighs almost trembling at the stretch. Loud moans escaped you both in unison as you adjusted to him and he adjusted to you. You felt so full, for a second you even doubted if it all could fit, but, as if his cock was designed for your tight little cunt, he fully slid right in with ease. 

“Oh, fuck…” You breathed out, looking into his beautiful eyes through your fluttering eyelashes. “So deep…” Words came in soft whine. Soft, clingy hands supported you by touching his broad, hairy chest. Emmett smirked, a perverted gleam in his eye from watching you adjusting to his thick cock.

“You feel me in here, baby?” He whispered, voice thick and heavy with lust. One of his calloused hands moved from your hip to your lower belly, pressing into your soft flesh and creating an erotic pressure that you could only moan and nod to. You felt him so deeply, all over and inside you.

“You feel so fucking good around me…  So tight and warm. I think this pussy was made to ride my cock.” His voice was low and rough, both hands moved to your hips again, ready to begin.. 

“Now, just go with the flow and get into a good rhythm baby… I’ll help…” He coached you with a sly grin that made your cunt clench around him. He was just so sexy, and he knew and reveled in it. “Just relax and enjoy the ride…” 

After exhaling a needy breath, you started to swivel your hips a bit, riding him slowly. Emmett groaned, his eyes closed in utter pleasure. His hands stayed glued to your hips and guided the slow rhythm your rolling hips set. You both moaned. His hips moved a little under you, encouraging you more and more.

“Look at you cowgirl...” His voice was already a little breathy, his groan took over the last letters of the word “girl”. His cock throbbed inside you at the sight of your pretty tits moving under the Budweiser logo. He helped you out with that, pulling your cropped shirt off your body and hungrily taking in the view of your bare chest as you bounced on his dick.

You moaned more when the tip of his cock hit that deep spot, and the more you spent riding him and earning yourself the title of cowgirl, the more he entertained an idea. 

After a minute or two, Emmett pulled you down, making you chest to chest with him and wrapping his toned arms around you. A searing, sloppy kiss entered your mouth while his hips pistoned from beneath. Your sweet tongue melted into his before he whispered against your lips.

“Now it’s time for you to relax and I'll do all the work baby…” His hoarse voice tickled your skin and he planted his feet on the mattress, gaining the support he needed to immediately pick up the pace and pound into you relentlessly from underneath. No thoughts registered properly in your brain from that point forward, it was all just a hot, wet pool of pleasure. A series of curses left your lips with no particular order and with no respect for anything.  

“Oh-fuck… Oh my fucking god... Fuck!” You cried out into the skin of his neck, the sound of your voice mixing with his low groans and the slapping of skin.

“You fuckin like that?” He panted into your ear, his hips never stopping as you moaned non stop.

“Yes... Yes... Fuck, yes!” You cried out as his hands moved to spank your ass, hard. You almost screamed, the sting nearly sending you over the edge. It was so overwhelming, you didn’t fully realize just how close you were until that moment.

“Jesus… I think I'm gonna come…” You whimpered and his hand came down again hard on your ass, definitely leaving a red mark. Emmett held you so tight against his chest, holding you in place for his thick cock to slam into over and over.

“Come for me..” He looked right into your eyes with pure want in the blue of his irises. And as if on command… You did. 

Eyes squeezed shut so tight you saw lights, a whiny moan was born from the depths of your chest and your sweet, slick cunt clenched around him tight. Your legs couldn't stop shaking and your orgasm took over every single sense. All your being was just a giant orgasm that still could feel him pumping hard into you.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out in awe watching and feeling you succumb to all the pleasure. 

“Good girl..” He whispered, praising you right before capturing your lips in a hot kiss. “I'm coming too..” Even in your state, you could tell. His thrust had gotten sloppier and his breathing was much heavier. He wasn't able to hold back much longer. Inside the transparent latex, you felt him pulse and fill the material with his warm cum. He groaned, his arms held you tight and kept you there until the last drop was out.

Panting like you had just ran a marathon and with hearts beating fast, you laid there chest to chest. You put your forehead against his in a sweet moment, in response, his hand rubbed your back slowly.

 “Jesus… that was...” He whispered, still a little out of breath looking right into your eyes. You couldn't help but blush and put on a shy smile. 

“...the best sex i’ve ever had…” You softly finished his sentence. 

He pulled out slowly and sat up with you still pressed against his chest. His eyes studied your face for a minute before speaking.

“I think you may be a real cowgirl after all…” There was that sly smirk once more, one that made you return the sentiment and lean in with him for one last soft kiss.

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[thinkinonsense]

I CAN SEE YOU✰

logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: curing, slightly nsfw, tiniest mention of blood

*mdni

wc: 900+

a/n: another one shot inspired by a song lmao. this time it is i can see you by taylor swift. thank you for all the love on my last one! this one is short n sweet too so i hope you enjoy <3

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It had been three years since you graduated from the school. Everyone was excited about your return. Storm and Scott picked you up from the train station downtown. It was an unexpected surprise when Professor Xavier reached out, asking you to teach for a semester. He has always been an important influence in your life; having brought you in as a troubled teenager. Being an X-Men changed your life for the better.

"You are going to love all the new students!" Storm smiles, helping Scott and you carry in your bags.

"I can't wait to meet them!"

Once everything was inside, you headed upstairs to your old room with a suitcase in hand. The room was located on the farthest end of the mansion, which was secluded and quiet; away from all the chaos. You never would've guessed what was on the other side of the door.

"Do you mind?"

There, lying in your old bed, a scruffy, annoyed, attractive man who looked double your age, smoking a cigar on his back. You freeze drinking in his appearance.

Who the hell was this man in your room?

"This is my room." You question if you opened the wrong door or took a left instead of a right. Nope, that was your old bookshelf and bedframe.

"I'm pretty sure this is my room." He replies, cocking his head to the side.

"No, you're in my bed." You bite back, growing more irritated with the stranger.

"This is my bed, sweetheart." He glares at you while his eyes linger down your figure.

He found your angered expression adorable. The way your nose scrunched a little and your hand found its way onto your hip. Your pretty short black skirt captivated him. If it wasn't for the stick up your ass, he would've been more than willing to let you stay in his bedroom.

"That's my bookshelf!" You pointed out. "And that is my bedframe!"

"Well, if that's the case, you need a new bedframe." His voice drops in a way that makes your stomach turn in a dangerous yet delicious way.

A small gasp leaves your mouth before you can catch yourself. Not wanting to see that stupid smirk on his face, you whip your head around and stomp downstairs to Professor Xaviers' office.

✰

It's been weeks since your first encounter with Logan. Ever since you had to move to a new room, you've avoided him at all costs. If what Scott has told you is any truth of Logan's character, then you knew he was trouble.

Despite your attempts to stay far away from him, Logan had other plans. Caught in every corner; stuck at every turn, he managed to capture you. He would go out of his way to brush past you in hallways. Even in crowded rooms, his eyes shamelessly burned holes into you.

The worst of it was when he would sit in during your lectures. Half of your mind focused on the lesson while the other half ran wild with the thought of him watching you.

If you weren't careful, you would cave.

Which was exactly what Logan wanted. He knew it was wrong to need you as badly as he did. You were so much younger than him yet you pranced around the mansion like you knew everything. He didn't want Charles to know about the feelings string inside of him. You had barely been gone three years, there's so much you hadn't experienced yet. The last thing anyone wanted was for Logan to taint you.

✰

On Friday nights you would stay in your classroom grading papers until the early morning hours. This Friday was no exception. It was almost two am when you scribbled a B+ on the final stack of papers. You stood up, leaving all your belongings in the classroom until Monday morning; desperately wanting to be in bed. Once you locked the door and turned down the hallway, you saw him coming up the stairs.

"What do you want, Mister. Howlett?" You glare at him. Logan's eyes darkened at the way you addressed him.

For such a mouthy girl, you did have some manners.

"You've been avoiding me." He states, following closely behind you. The clothing you wore drove him insane. Tight tops, unbelievably short skirts, and dresses. If Logan could die, he's sure it would've been at your hands.

"You've noticed? I figured you would have been too busy getting rejected by Jean to care."

The comment was supposed to sting painfully for him; instead, it backfired on you.

Of course, you noticed the way he shamelessly flirted with the redhead. It plagued your mind ever since you saw it happen with your own eyes. The way he gawked at her unapologetically, even with her boyfriend present. You would never admit it but it made you bitter, to say the least.

"Oh, I see..." Logan smirks.

"See what?"

"I can see you." His words make you freeze up. "You're jealous."

You roll your head back and laugh at his accusation; despite the truth it held.

Without hesitation, Logan grabs your hips and pins you up against the wall. You whine as your back makes contact with the cold grey wall. His grip tightens at the noise you let out.

"Not only can I see the effect I have on you..." Logan's voice is rough against the shell of your ear. "I can hear and smell it, sweetheart."

A flush of red creeps its way up your pretty face in the low light. Logan groans when he pulls back and sees it for himself. The second you are face-to-face, you pull him. A rush of teeth clashing into each other messily. One of your hands rests on his jaw while the other knotted itself in his hair. Logan's right hand slides up your thigh and under your skirt as he picks you up. You bite and tug on his lower lip; until you can taste the tiniest bit of blood. Both of you were desperate for each other.

"My room." You mumble against his lips. Logan chuckles, knowing that the only room on this side of the mansion is his current bedroom.

This will have to be your little secret.

[strewwwberry]

I need a binggeyuan fic where it's post bingge vs bingmei, and it's the classic bingge goes searching for a sqq of his own finds sy yada yada

BUT

First of all, Time in this world isn't lagged behind or something

And second of all, The ONLY and BIGGEST difference between the sqq sy and china sy is that china sy IS STILL ALIVE

and we know that shen yuan died early 20's I like to headcanon he's around 21-22 when he died, it was like 3 years before immortal alliance conference and I think bingmei spent 3 years in the abyss so sy would be 27-28 and then plant coma happens for 5 years so svsss sy is still in like 27-28 mentally but technically is around 32-33

Soooo

STILL ALIVE SY WOULD BE 33 ISH

NOT OLD AND LIKE PEOPLE CAN OBSESS FOR YEARS BUT IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY IF SY THINKS OF PIDW AS A PHASE

LIKE THAT WOULD BE AMAZING (and honestly pretty in character like obsessing over something until it's squeezed dry and then moving on, sounds pretty sy to me, at least in my headcanons lmao)

oh yeah and the bingge shows up like

"I want you, love me"

And sy, with eyebags, scruffy but in like a "messy bun" way (not bad scruffy like serving cunt scruffy), maybe he has a job coz his parents threatened to cut him off if he continues to just leech off them past 25,

Is just sat there, on his laptop probably reading another webnivel like

"Wtf, why did some xianxia demon style guy show up in my room, you remind me of that guy from a novel phase I had 🤔ᴴᴹᴹᴹ"

Better again if he's like half way there to realizing he's gay, maybe he goes around and if someone asks he's like "pretty sure I'm bisexual? Is that what it's called? Yeah? Yeah okay"

You know, 13 years of obsessing over sexy men on the internet and having a younger sister who's in the know, and the addition of 2 older brothers who his meimei definitely coerced into nagging at sy, will probably get at least a little cog going ykyk

So yeah I need it.

I'mma just a spiral into my corner about this

I can't write so I'm just drawing my shitty little drawings of my little scrubklys

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: Eddie's guard is back up after overhearing people gossiping about a secret that only you would know about. When he lets his animosity take over, the damage may be too great to repair.

Warnings: angst, Eddie is really mean to Reader, mentions of CPS, Reader's grandma has Alzheimer's, slowburn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, Eddie is 30, Reader is 28, no use of y/n

WC: 3.7k

Chapter 4/20

Scruffy!Eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Divider credit to @saradika

Eddie is still fuming when he pulls into the music store’s parking lot. He’s opening today, and his hands tremble as he fumbles with the keys. All of those parents are going to know that he’s a failure of a father.  The Munson reputation clung to him like a bloodsucking leech, regardless of his numerous attempts to shed it. He’s destined to be an outcast at best and a monster at worst. 

Finally managing to unlock the door, Eddie flicks on the lights, blanketing the shop in a hazy glow. The silence is deafening, and he swears that his brain will implode if he doesn’t get some background noise. He walks to the section labeled ‘METAL’ as if on autopilot, grabbing Metallica’s Master of Puppets and shoving the cassette into the player. Ash insists that they play classic rock over the crummy little sound system; something about it being ‘palatable’ for the customers, but she’s not here to scold him. 

He thinks back to when this album was released, towards the end of his third senior year. The good ol’ days, when I only worried about passing O’Donnell’s class and planning Hellfire campaigns, he thinks wryly. But, no; that isn’t quite true. He’d had to worry about the trailer getting repo’d, or whether he and Wayne could stretch their food stamp budget enough to feed two grown men. Concerns that his uncle had tried to hide from him until he no longer could. 

“Ed, you’re eighteen now,” Wayne had said, just one month after Eddie’s birthday, “and I’m gonna need you to start payin’ some bills around here.”

At the time, Eddie thought he was just being a bastard. It wasn’t until a few days later when he’d spotted the envelope marked PAST DUE in bold, red letters that he realized it wasn’t a punishment, but a necessity. 

He’d been selling for Rick ever since. Well, until now. 

“Battery” fades out to “Master of Puppets,” and Eddie flips the CLOSED sign to read OPEN. He glances at the calluses on his hands and smiles sadly, thinking of all the hours he spent learning the chords in his room. After weeks of non-stop practicing—Hetfield’s solo was a bitch—he’d raced down to Gareth’s garage and played all eight minutes straight through. Watched as his friends’ jaws dropped in awe. Gave him a standing ovation. Told him he was a fucking rockstar. 

“You’re a rockstar, all right,” Eddie sarcastically grumbles now, clanging a roll of pennies against the counter before dumping them into the till. “Getting ready to drop your new hit single: Do you want a receipt with that?”

His morning has been nothing short of monotonous: help the customer find what they want, ring them up and make small talk, and then organize (or, in his case, pretend to organize) the store when it’s not busy. 

There’s too much down time for him to be left alone with his thoughts. As soon as he has a moment to himself, he’s ruminating on his regrets of the past. He turns up the music volume in a half-hearted attempt to drown them out, but they manage to worm their way into every nook and cranny of his brain. 

Eight years ago, a twenty-two year old Eddie Munson left his podunk town of Hawkins, Indiana to pursue rock stardom. He’d driven to Chicago with only the pocket change he’d saved up and his guitar on his back. A big city for a man with even bigger dreams. 

It didn’t take him long to realize that being Eddie Munson meant next to nothing in a place that was bursting with musicians desperate for the chance to become famous. He appreciated the anonymity at first; he could blend in without being chased by taunts of Freak or Loser. But after nearly a full year of auditions where he was just another guitarist who could carry a tune, he’d started to lose hope. Prepared to return to Hawkins with his tail between his legs, he’d stopped at the nearby bar for one last drink. 

“We can’t go on without a lead singer and guitarist!”

A frantic voice captured his attention, drawing his gaze from the pint of beer in front of him. 

“Well, Sam bailed. Again,” another man points out, tone heavy with irritation. “So either we go on without him, or we don’t go on at all.”

Eddie finds himself standing up and walking into a conversation where he was never invited. “I, um, play guitar. And sing?” He winces as it comes out like a question. “I can show you, if you want.” What was he doing? He couldn’t line up a gig to save his life, and now he’s offering to play for some band he doesn’t even know?

The two guys, both about his age, exchange a dubious look. “All right,” says one with shaggy dark hair. “Let’s hear what you got, Guitar Boy.” He hands him his own guitar, and Eddie adjusts the strap before diving headfirst into the chorus of the first song that comes to mind:

If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had You think I'll let it go you're mad You've got another thing comin'

The other guy cocks his head, a delighted smirk spreading across his face. “Judas Priest. Solid choice.” He paces a bit, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. You got a name, Guitar Boy?” he asks.

Eddie nods. “Eddie Munson.” He sticks out his hand, silently willing it to stop trembling, and shakes theirs.

“I’m Marcus,” the shaggy-haired man says. “This is Bryan. I play backup guitar; he’s on drums. Our bassist should be here soon; his name’s Pete.”

“And Sam was our lead guitarist and singer, but he’s a fucking asshole,” Bryan quips, and Eddie chortles at his brazen attitude. “Anyway, we mostly do covers…check out the setlist and see what you know.” He hands Eddie a crumpled piece of paper, filled with familiar songs and artists.

“I can do any of these,” Eddie says, a satisfied warmth filling his chest as he watches the guys grin even wider.  

“Tell ya what,” Bryan says, plopping behind a drum set plastered with a logo reading Hard Knox. “If you don’t suck tonight, you can play with us permanently.”

“Yeah,” Marcus agrees. “We’re gonna be big, man. We just need someone to help us get there.”

“Let me run back to my place and grab my ax,” Eddie tells them, adrenaline propelling him to his apartment. This was it. This was the break he needed. Just as he was about to give up, God or fate or destiny or whoever was finally giving him a chance to prove himself.

The show went off without a hitch; Eddie’s guitar skills bringing a normally quiet audience to their feet. Bryan clapped him on the back as he looked at Pete and Marcus; the three nodding at each other. “Welcome to Hard Knox!” he announced.

“Sam leaving was the best thing to happen to us,” Pete laughs in agreement. A bartender in a tight skirt and fishnet stockings brings over a round of shots, and the four men clink glasses.

“Fuck Sam!” Eddie shouts before taking the drink. The tequila burns as it coats his throat, but he doesn’t dare reach for the lime. No, he has something to prove.

“Fuck Sam!” the rest of the band echoes enthusiastically. Their choral response reminds Eddie of the way Corroded Coffin used to be before he’d left: when he’d say something, Jeff, Gareth, and Danny would listen. He was born to be a leader.

Things started to fall into place. His one night endeavor with Hard Knox turned into a biweekly gig at the bar, which eventually turned into shows almost every night at various venues across the city. He’d even convinced the guys to play some original work of his, reminding them that cover bands don’t get record deals. 

He had a steady income. A group of friends who appreciated him and his music. Beautiful women who eagerly threw themselves at him at the end of the show. And then it would repeat the following night in a new place. Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

Last night’s chaos has you all disheveled; it wasn’t until you got to work this morning that you realized you hadn’t even packed your lunch. You try to convince yourself that you can wait until you get home to eat, but about fifteen minutes before your break, your stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl.

“I’m gonna run to the deli and grab something,” you tell Will, throwing your jacket over your shoulders and digging out your car keys. “Want me to pick up anything for you?”

“Uh, Tylenol?” he grimaces, rubbing his temples. The kids had music class today, and the sounds of ten preschoolers singing off-key combined with their clashing tambourines served as a recipe for a pounding headache. “And maybe a bag of sour cream and onion chips?”

“You got it.” You shoot him a thumbs-up as you make your way to the parking lot as quickly as possible, determined to get your food before the lunch rush starts.

You manage to just beat out the crowd of hungry nine-to-fivers, grabbing a veggie wrap to-go. Crunching on a cucumber slice as you take a big bite, you start back towards your car, but the music store next door catches your eye.

A check of your watch confirms that you have a few minutes to peruse, maybe grab a copy of the new Toni Braxton cassette you’d been wanting. If there was ever a day to treat yourself to a little gift, it’s today. Your mind is foggy and your body feels like it’s dragging sandbags as you make your way over. You knew that taking care of an ailing relative would be physically demanding, but you weren’t prepared for the emotional toll it would take. Seeing your grandma helplessly laying on the bathroom floor scared drew all of the oxygen from your lungs, filling your body with worry. And just a few hours later, she was furiously swearing at you, claiming to hate you. She’s an ever-swinging pendulum, and you’re downright exhausted.

A small glob of hummus lands on your lower lip, and your tongue licks it off haphazardly as you push open the door to the music store. The jingle of the bell is meant to alert the employees that a customer has entered, but when you look around, there’s no one there to help you.

You walk towards the aisle labeled R&B, starting by thumbing through the “B” section–nothing. Perplexed, you make your way to the “T” section, still with no luck. Was Toni Braxton so popular amongst Hawkins residents that they’d bought out every copy of Secrets?

“You can’t eat in here,” a terse voice calls out. You’re so startled, you nearly drop your sandwich. A piece of tomato flies out of the tortilla when you jump, hitting the linoleum flooring, and the irritated person sighs. “Aaand this is why.”

You pick up the fallen vegetable and turn around to see Eddie Munson standing before you. “You scared me!” you say, but your body visibly relaxes. Twenty-four hours ago, you never would have guessed that he would have a calming effect on you. How quickly things can change, you muse silently. “Can you help me find the new Toni Braxton? The Secrets cassette?”

Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can you follow simple instructions? No. Eating. In. The. Store.” He rolls his eyes. “Just because you teach preschoolers doesn’t mean you get to act like one.”

The smile that briefly danced across your lips slips into a frown. What the hell happened in the few hours since he’d dropped Harris off at school? Did you imagine that you two had gotten along?

“Are you okay?” you ask, brows furrowed in confusion. “I-I can put the wrap in my car, just give me a sec…”

He shakes his head. “No, actually, I’m not okay,” he sneers. “But I bet you knew that already.” He shifts his posture so he’s standing a bit taller. “Y’know, you have some fuckin’ nerve, coming in here after what you did.”

“Did I miss something?” Your voice gets smaller with the gnawing feeling of brewing confrontation acting as a brick on your chest. “I thought–”

“Tell me what you thought,” he interrupts, leaning on a box of tapes. “Wait, no; let me guess. You thought that because I rejected you, you could go around blabbing my personal business around the school.” He scrunches up his face, biting his lip as he looks at you. “Did I get it right?”

“Your personal business?” 

“Mhm,” he answers pointedly, spinning a skull ring around his finger. “Is that not it? Was it because you were embarrassed that I heard your grandma say that she hates you? I don’t blame her, by the way.”

Your force your gaze to remain trained on him, staring into his brown eyes that have hardened with fury. “She doesn’t hate me,” you breathe out, “she just can’t remember me anymore. When she knew who I was, she loved me. A lot.”

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t take away from the fact that everyone and their goddamn dog knows about the CPS report.” 

“What CPS report?” you ask, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach. “Is Harris okay?”

He takes one look at your puzzled expression and barks out a harsh, incredulous laugh. “Seriously? You can drop the innocent act.”

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about!” you snap, frustrated at his unwillingness to hear you out and your own lack of understanding. “All I know is that this morning, you didn’t hate me–or maybe just hated me a little less–and now you’re back to being the worst human being I’ve ever met.”

Eddie scratches at the shadow of a beard that’s formed on his jawline; an itchy reminder that he didn’t get to shave last night. “You should consider yourself lucky if I’m the worst person you’ve ever met. Tell me, what have I done? Thrown some insults your way?” He claps his palm to his chest exaggeratedly. “How ever did you survive?”

“Mock me and my teaching skills, pretend like you’re going to call when you knew damn well that you weren’t, call me a bitch, and your latest and greatest,” you counter, ticking off the instances on your fingers, “accuse me of something I didn’t do.”

He considers this for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “So you’re trying to tell me,” he starts, gritting his teeth, “that we were in the same wing of the same hospital at the same time, but you weren’t the one who told people about the CPS case they opened on me?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” you hiss. 

“Then how the fuck did Carol Perkins find out about it?!” His volume raises to a roar, and you wince at the sting it leaves echoing in your eardrums. “Because I fucking heard her talking about it with Steve Harrington! So if you, the person who was there, didn’t open your mouth and tell her, who did? The CPS fairy?”

“I don’t fucking know!” you shout, swallowing thickly in a meager attempt to bide time before the tears inevitably leak from your eyes. “I don’t know, but it wasn’t me.”

Eddie rakes a hand through his frizzy curls, smacking the other on top of the nearby box. “Just…just get out,” he mutters. “I can’t listen to any more of your bullshit.” He starts back towards a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY before turning back around, eyes narrowed. 

“Y’know, I wouldn’t have hooked up with you that night if I knew that this is how you handle a one-night stand,” he says, pursing his lips as he steps closer to you. “And I never should’ve let Harris step foot in your classroom. I would drive him to a school in goddamn Timbuktu if it meant having you out of my life.” He pauses, scraping his teeth across his lower lip and exhaling a terse laugh. “It’s too bad I can’t forget about you like your grandma did.”

The words knock the wind out of your lungs. Your knees buckle slightly, and you have to steady yourself on the closest shelf. Tears blur your vision as your legs carry you out of the store; you feel yourself walking, but it’s like an external force has control of your body. The words fuck you sit on the tip of your tongue, or maybe you say them—it’s too hazy to tell. The world is covered in a shiny layer of cellophane; you can see everything, but you can’t touch. 

You’re crying too hard to drive, so you sit behind the wheel, seatbelt clicked in place, letting out sobs that leave your whole body shuddering. It’s all too much, and though you logically know that Grandma didn’t want to forget you, his comment hit a raw nerve.

It wasn’t a straight path; Alzheimer’s never is. A few months ago, she could remember you in the morning but forgot you by the afternoon. She would call you by name at 9 AM but ask who you were at 2 PM. One day you were her granddaughter; the next, you were a total stranger. You thought it couldn’t hurt more than it already did, but the repeated reminders that she no longer recognizes you at all is a constant knife through the heart.

You’ll be late if you don’t start driving back to work now, so you turn the key in the ignition and adjust the gear shift to reverse. As you look up to glance in the rearview mirror, you catch sight of him. He’s dumbfounded, and you could laugh at how ridiculous it is that it took him seeing you bawling in your car to realize that he went too far this time.

Unable to stomach the thought of further confrontation, you take a deep breath and drive away, leaving him to mull over what just happened.

He’d assumed you’d left already when he’d walked outside for a smoke break, placing a cigarette between trembling fingers before he’d even left the store. He almost drops the lighter on his scuffed sneaker when he sees you hunched over, resting your arms on the wheel as your body heaves. He’s not sure how long he’s been staring when you lift your head, exposing tear-streaked cheeks and red-rimmed eyes. Your gazes lock for just a millisecond, but it tells him everything he needs to know. 

It wasn’t you.

When Eddie arrives at the school for pick-up, he scours the crowd of impatient parents for Carol. He finds her talking with another mom; no doubt spreading more gossip about him. Maybe he shouldn’t have pretended that their Satanic cult rumors didn’t bother him when they were back in high school. Maybe if they knew, they would understand that he’s just a goddamn person trying his best, just like everyone else.

“Hey,” he starts, pushing the fear from his voice and willing his strength to remain unwavering. “Who told you about the CPS stuff?”

Carol plasters an obviously fake smile on her face as she responds. “I don’t know what you mean,” she says simply. Her carefree tone pushes Eddie to his limit. 

“Cut the bullshit,” Eddie growls, quickly losing his temper. “I heard you talking to Steve Harrington about it. So either you tell me now, or I’ll make sure your husband knows about that guy I saw you with at the Hideout a couple of months ago.”

Her face blanches, color draining from her cheeks. “It was Jason Carver,” she mumbles, biting her thumbnail. “His wife, Chrissy, is a nurse at the hospital and saw the report. She told him, and he’s been telling, well, everyone else.”

Eddie swears that steam is billowing out of his ears. Everything is coated in a red haze, and he finds himself unconsciously clenching and unclenching his fists. “Where is that sonofabitch? I’m gonna punch him in his smug little–”

“Mr. Munson?” you cut through his rant. His head snaps in your direction. You’ve fixed your makeup; if Eddie hadn’t seen you crying earlier, he would’ve been none the wiser. “Can I speak to you for a moment?”

“Y-Yeah,” he stammers, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet. “Actually, I needed to tell you someth–”

“I think you’ve said enough today,” you say, voice calm but firm. “I just wanted to give this to you before Harris comes out.” You hand him a pink piece of paper. “It’s a transfer slip. Starting next week, Harris will be in Ms. Marion’s class. I didn’t tell him anything about it, so you can say whatever you want. I don’t care anymore.” That’s not quite true; the idea of Eddie feeding Harris lies about you makes your stomach curdle, but there’s only so much you can control. 

Eddie’s, usually quick with a retort, is uncharacteristically quiet. “I, um, I thought…the secretary told me that all of the classes were full.” It’s a cop-out, but he can’t push himself to tell you what he knows now. Not when you’re already bruised. 

“They made an exception because I was the one who requested it this time,” you explain, clenching your jaw. “Looks like you got your wish. You can forget about me now.”

He takes the paper and shoves it in his back pocket. The confession is on the tip of his tongue, an apology not far behind. Say it, he berates himself. Just fucking say it. You might be able to fix this if you just—

“I’ll go get Harris,” you tell him, breaking into his thoughts. “Good-bye, Mr. Munson.”

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[calamaroo]

OCTO-DADS REDESIGNS !!!

John "Calico Jack" Rackham Design Elements :

Rule of 3 (all streaks of color in hair and whiskers must be in patches of three)

Spiky, straight, and sharp features

Hair split in half, black and orange (to resemble his cat form's fur pattern)

^ melasma, skin split in half two shades (also to resemble fur pattern)

Scruffy and unkempt (worst of the octo-dads in terms of cleanliness and personal hygiene) (bro is stinky)

Missing left eye - scars from general day to day and time in Amazon

Broken and bent whiskers

Pete, the beloved emotional support bird (I love him)

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Ranger Marsh Rabbitson Design Elements :

Pointed, but kinda round features

Scars from work

^ Missing left ear from work (a gator ripped it off) but he can still hear really well

Dirty and generally scruffy, but better kept than Calico Jack

Lil whiskers <3

Thousand yard, full of wisdom, rabbit glare. Bro has seen some stuff (he looks like he lived through Watership Down /j)

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Professor Sergei Vladimir Natquik Design Elements :

Sharp features turn into rounded and fluffy features

Albinism - very pale, eyes have no color (the red is the blood vessels beneath) --- can not see very well, and usually keeps his eyes closed, relying on his hearing and other senses

Long hair, kept in bun most of the time

Most wrinkled of the octo-dads

Kinda fluffy but keeps himself well groomed

Furry nose to show off more animalistic behaviors/tendencies (he acts more like an animal than a person most of the time)

[May change this design, I don't know if I like it]

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I love the old gay men.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Reference Guide to Seb's Hair(Long post w lots of pics):

I would rate these but I love every version of him too much so I cannot pick 🤭, I'll add some commentary though. This took a horrible amount of time but it was also a great excuse to download and show off a truly terrible amnt of Seb pics(I was in tears half the time bcs of cuteness agression)

0. Testing(Jerez)(February 10th-12th):

Honestly such perfect Seb hair, I find this soooo cute!!! His hair is honestly always so perfect at Jerez testing every season. I love the length and style, he looks so incredibly pretty &lt;3

1. Australia(March 26th-29th):

And now he is...bald. I actually kinda love this hair, he's my little kiwi fruit!! But I also can't help but mourn the Jerez hair. I'm just like: why did you feel the need to go bald, Seb??? It makes him look so young!

2. Malaysia(April 2nd-5th):

3. China(April 16th-19th):

I think the highlight of his bald era is how much he embodies the nickname "sunshine." Like the way his hair and eylashes glow in the sun??? Literally sunshine. Also it's cute to see his hair grow more fluffy

4. Bahrain(April 23rd-26th):

The texture differences are so interesting, I think this length looks its best when it's more fluffy like in the top right pic.

5. Spain(May 7th-10th):

It's funny how his hairline does that point in the middle, again: looks better when he looks unkempt

6. Monaco(May 21st-24th):

Weirdly shocked at how much his hair grew in-between Spain and Monaco??? Also I forgot that those fashion pics were from this weekend, and I was jumpscared by his mohawk look. I think he should keep away from hair product hahaha

7. Turkey(June 4th-7th):

Lego hair looking ass. Kidding kidding, just think his hair looks best all natural

8. Silverstone(June 18th-21st):

Lowkey kinda baffling to me how different his hair looks at different stages of the weekend. The podium hair especially is just soooo different, its very cute but yeah idk

9. Germany(July 9th-12th):

I did not realize he cut his hair again during this season?? Seeing these was very surprising to me, I had thought he grew it out for the entire season but I guess not! But I guess if he hadn't gotten a haircut the entire season, he'd probably have his angelic curls of 2010 by the end

10. Hungary(July 23rd-26th):

Kinda love the looks he was serving this weekend, it's just very spikey and cute(also the cunty sunglasses!!

11. Valencia(August 20th-23rd):

12. Belgium(August 27th-30th):

That garage lighting makes his hair look soooo much more yellow rather than his fair blond in the sunlight

13. Italy(September 10th-13th):

This transitional growing period is not my fav, just the way his hair sweeps in is funny

14. Singapore(September 24th-27th):

Looking particularly blond this weekend!! His hair is just very light and pretty

15. Japan(October 1st-4th):

I think most of these are from post-quali and for good reason; I love the way it looks like he has highlights in all the bottom pics

16. Brazil(October 15th-18th):

I love his scruffiness from this weekend!!! The scruffy stubble is sooooooo!!!

17. Abu Dhabi(October 29th-November 1st):

Pretty cute I think but yeah like nothing can really compete with his hair length in 2010 for me so I look at these and I'm like, ooooo growing longer!!

Conclusion: I think it's fun to get to see the process of someone's hair growing out. I've noticed that a lot of men with short hair get very consistent haircuts to keep their hair generally the same length, and I think that's so boring!! I think it's great to grow out your hair for a few months time because you get to see yourself at all the different stages and experiment with all kinds of different looks! So yeah, props to Seb for serving all kinds of looks this season!!

Also it's always interesting to me how much hair length/style and facial hair can change a person's look, but particularly how old/young they look. Like when he shaved his his head, it made him look so young. But in Brazil for example, with the longer hair and scruffy facial hair, he def looks older!

And of course, let me know which you like the best :D My favorite is Jerez <3

[libraryofneith]

Old Dog, New Tricks - Chapter 3 (Sandor Clegane x Female Reader)

@ladysandorclegane1968 @broadsdrinkwhisky

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Summary: As Sandor settles in, he wonders what is next for him, what to do with his life.

Tags/Warnings: none really, whole fic is 18+ but this is a very chill chapter. Enjoy it while it lasts, cos it won't, OC has mutism.

Thanks to everyone who's liked, reblogged or left a note. The response to this has been amazing.

When we found her, she was wandering the countryside, filthy and covered in blood. And her eyes – there was a look in her eyes of someone who’d seen something truly terrible.

Weeks past and with them, Sandor found himself healing. With the help of some other friends of Septon Ray’s, he found himself beginning to walk a bit more with each passing day. First across his room, then he ventured outside. That was when he learned where he was. He was with a small settlement of people who appeared to have set up camp in the middle of nowhere and had started building a sept.

They were people from all over: the North, Riverlands, Westerlands, and people from all walks of life and backgrounds. All these people brought together by religion to start their own way of life, a bit like the Brotherhood Without Banners only not so stuck up their arses and with a lot less fire and a lot more sanity.

Once he was able to walk, stretch and lift weights without fainting like a maiden at the sight of blood, Ray set him to work helping with the building. He said they could use a man with the Hound’s infamous strength on their mission. Sandor had given up his identity when Ray told him he already knew who he was.

“Your reputation proceeds you; huge man, and even through all that mess I could see those infamous scars.” Sandor growled, irritated.

He then asked if he’d seen a scruffy looking girl of about 13, might’ve looked like a peasant boy. The septon shook his head and said they’d found him alone. That didn’t surprise him. If he remembered right, the girl had left him on a mountainside to die then left, looking to be heading towards Saltpans.

“Why the fuck did you bother asking my name then?” The man smiled and shrugged.

“Formality, I guess.”

When Sandor wasn’t chopping wood or carrying heavy planks, he spent most of his time alone. The people here weren’t unkind, some of them could even look him in the eye, but they were all happy and decent folk who seemed to be completely un-phased by the horrors in the world around them. He had no place among such folk. Well, except for Septon Ray, he always took time in the day to visit him.

Truth be told, he was growing quite fond of the holy man. He wasn’t like the other septons he’d met, he wasn’t all solemnity and false piety, acting all holier-than-thou. He was happy and he was human, always greeting people with a smile and a joke. He even knew jokes bawdy enough to make Sandor snigger. The man was also completely unpretentious, a trait Sandor rarely found in anyone.

Sandor had snorted and said “You’re in the wrong line of work.” At least he was honest, which was more than could be said for most holy men.

Other septons liked to pretend that they knew the answer to all of the world’s mysteries and that if you just kept quiet and prayed then everything would turn out right. When Sandor challenged him with another man’s beliefs about the Lord of Light, he simply said

“Well maybe he was right, I don’t know much about the gods.”

But then there was the girl, Kyra. He didn’t know what to make of her. A young girl who he’d seen every day while he was bed-ridden, and most days once he was up. When she wasn’t nursing him, he noticed her about the camp cooking, planting vegetables or doing whatever chores needed to be done. She was small for her age and moved so quietly he mostly wouldn’t realise she was there until she was upon him.

He’d approached her one day, to thank her for her skills in nursing him. He'd been unsure of what to say, it'd been a long time since he'd thanked anyone for anything and he wasn't sure what she would say, but she said nothing. She just smiled, nodded, then walked away. He thought that odd but when he thought about it, he realised he’d ever heard Kyra speak. She wasn’t deaf or foreign; he saw her reacting to what people said, but she never spoke back.

“Good girl that.” Septon Ray said, approaching him where he stood. “Should’ve seen her when you were still out of it, most of the men wanted to slit your throat as an act of mercy but the look she gave them would’ve made the bloody Mountain shit his pants” Sandor smiled at that thought.

“Aye she’s a good lass. Why doesn’t she speak?” The septon’s face seemed to sadden at that.

“Fear, I think. When we found her, she was wandering the countryside, filthy and covered in blood. And her eyes – there was a look in her eyes of someone who’d seen something truly terrible. She screamed bloody murder when we tried to bring her back to the village but even when we eventually managed to calm her, she never spoke a word, and hasn’t in all the time I’ve known her.”

“Then how do you know her name, or get her to do anything?”

“She writes things down, or motions them, or sometimes just a look is enough.” Sandor could understand that – the girl had the most expressive eyes he’d ever seen. They’d been the first things he’d noticed about her when he woke up.

The bell rang out, meaning a break for a meal.

“Come, sit with me for dinner” Septon Ray said.

“Nah that’s alright; I don’t want to scare your men.” The man just chuckled.

“If they’re scared of you that’s their problem, I’d have my friend join me for a meal.” That took Sandor aback. Ray was kind to him, but he was kind to everyone. He didn’t think that the man thought of him as a particular friend. He didn’t know if he really wanted a friend.

That got him going.

“If you come now there might be some ale waiting.”

[icarusredwings]

The Temple-Noble household is a MESS

You have Donna, a supermom red-headed numbers genuis with a heart of gold but WILL infact throw hands.

Rosie, an inspiring entrepreneur and activist who also is so genuis that she too works for the same high-tech alien company as her mum.

Her dad Shaun who is the most PATIANT man in the world because his wife keeps bringing home weird alien men

Her grandmother, whos JUST as firey as her daughter, if not more, and will infact slap your hand if you try to take a cookie from the sheet before they are ready.

And then you have 3 old (supposed to be) retired goofs who all act defenitly NOT retired.

It's like having three senior rescues in one house, except they're all different.

One's an old scruffy terrier who's seen better days and gets along with every single person he meets. Cats and all.

One's a big ol skinny clumsy dane who thinks he's a chihuahua and is afraid of other dogs (and is reactive because of it), but otherwise ADORES the dog he lives with and is OBSESSED with cats.

Ans then there's the yellowish cream colored chonky lazy tom who hisses at everyone then purrs, swats at the dane one minute and is curled up with him the next.

Oh, and sometimes they get out the gate and reak havoc on the neighborhood <3

[neptunescore]

Ship ask- mark and seb

Anonnnn.

Suddenly hating this template bc why is there not ONE option that fits them??? What is THIS??? (Thays why everything other than the 'reades fic about it' is crossed out, bc I do, in fact, read fanfic abt them😛). Anyway here are MY options 😚.

1. Rancid.

2. Soulbonded ENEMIES.

3. Dont ship, but do ship but don't ship but-

4. So toxic but so perfect

HOWEVER, this only applies if we're talking abt their teammates era. Now, if we're talking abt reporter! Mark and ferrari/AM! Seb...

LIKE??? THEYRE SO YES! LOK AT THESE OLD MEN WHO UNDER WENT MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND REALISED THE GUY THEY TRIED TO COMMIT MMURDER AGAINST IS ACC SOMEONE THEY LIKE NOW???

They're such old scruffy repressed gays I love them😩

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Fandom Observation Funny tags: One Piece Multi-Caracter and Miscellaneous tags

Due to character limits the funny tags post has had to be broken up into multiple parts

This section includes tags involving multiple characters that only made sense in context and miscellaneous tags that I thought were funny. Now, here's your warning. It's extremely long

Multi-character

“I know mihawk is like tumblr sexy man but shanks is daddy” “shanks hes the perfect amount of scummy mihawk is perfect though” “live action Shanks is hotter to me than anime shanks and live action mihawk is a beautiful human but I'm such a sucker for scruffy vs cursive.” “zeff lovers come ON we dont fuck with Marines who stand by while [Marineford spoilers for those who havent read the manga or watched the anime]” “zeff is wonderful but garp’s looks and accent absolutely kill me” “yes i'll fuck an old man(it's garp)(sorry zeff i rly like you but garp's actor's voice is just. well)” “taz. hands down mackenyu you are very pretty but taz’s sanji is pretty and charming and funny and hotheaded and has an accent and” “the live action completly flipped my taste like what you mean I find sanji attractive and more than zoro” “i want Zoro to pin me to the wall and Sanji to be on his knees at my feet two very good boys but i want dif things from them for Smash” “temperature wise it's probably Akainu aesthetically it's king” “I personally simp for Marco but let's face it King is fucking fineeee” “once upon a time I would have boted Ace but I've gotten older and maannnn King is so fine~!” “”cmon are really gonna let the cop beat the line cook?”I….I'd rather not say….🐱 funniest thing tho is that ive called all of these men ugly (lovingly in Law's case) except Wolfwood but that's not who I voted for the one that I voted for I once wrote like 7 tweets in a row calling him ugly too and unlike Law it wasn't lovingly. I meant that shit and I was spittin and I was right and I'm still right” “I mean ace is hot but like croc's demeanor and everything else is just too tempting for my daddy issues LOL” “as a noted marinefucker….. idk honestly. too hard to choose gruff guy smoker? girlfriend shaped tashigi? girlboss hina? mommy doll? gilfs garp and tsuru? handsome boy coby? who knows (we all know. my answer is smoker)” “smoker….ive given up on convincing the rest of you whatever. more hunk daddy for me valid that people are voting robin yamato and shanks zoro ehhhhh law is NOT valid that man has erectile dysfunction nami…. lesbians i will give this one to you also why does hina have so few votes… my girlfriend…..” “i need robin and smoker in ways that are concerning to feminism” “I’m sorry Law and Zoro gotta add to that wonderful smokersweep 👀✌️✨”

“listen buggy was sexy but one look at mihawk my ovaries exploded i suddenly had a fever my body was in a harlequin novel i think i whispered dear god anyway dracule mihawk destroy me sir” “catty gay mihawk imo live action zoro is TOO pretty he looks like an idol zoro should look kind of fucked up like a little TOO beefy weirdly proportioned crooked face SOMETHING anyway catty gay mihawk i love you” “as a noted marinefucker….. idk honestly. too hard to choose gruff guy smoker? girlfriend shaped tashigi? girlboss hina? mommy doll? gilfs garp and tsuru? handsome boy coby? who knows (we all know. my answer is smoker)” “smoker….ive given up on convincing the rest of you whatever. more hunk daddy for me valid that people are voting robin yamato and shanks zoro ehhhhh law is NOT valid that man has erectile dysfunction nami…. lesbians i will give this one to you also why does hina have so few votes… my girlfriend…..” “i need robin and smoker in ways that are concerning to feminism” “I know he had the bigger tits but I am sorry Zoro Robin just does it different also she washes her ass so take that how you will”

“robin because she has beauty and brains and weird woman swag <3 zoro is hot in a stinky homicidal buff gym rat way (affectionate)(my bi ass can't decide lol)” “people are gonna come after me…BUT i think zoro is only hot post timeskip….wano specifically was a gift to everyone but robin? she has been slaying since 1999” “Why would you do this to me specifically?…………..Robin Look I love her She's so smart and gorgeous And she bathes regularly Which is a thing that Zoro does not” “for once I have OPINIONS and yes zoro deserves the win muscly idiot with a heart of gold? oh hell yeah that being said… I do think aces freckles add something” “its honestly a toss up between croc and buggy but with one of them you’re not getting sand up your ass” “i almost voted Smoker but i saw Ace and knew what i had to do sorry Smoker babe but Ace isnt a cop and thats your one flaw </3” “yall really gonna make me pick between ace and zoro??? the inhumanity of it all” “ah… the gender™ i love how izou is a feminine man in contrast w kiku being transgender like yes these are diff concepts as u can see in these siblings yamatos hot as hell tho. need more big titty trans dudes in my life” “love shanks but yamato is just like me fr so im gonna give myself some confidence and vote yamato tboys gotta stick together” “kurehas pure unhinged old young woman energy vs tsuru MOMMY” “ How in the literal hell that is this site is Buggy beating out Rayleigh? And Roger to boot?! I mean, c'mon! It's Buggy!” “exploding everyone right now buggy should at be 0%. im disappointed like fuckin over ROGER? Tragic.”

“How am I supposed to choose when their types of hotness is so different? Shanks is so daddy and Kid is so unhinged maniac that lives next door? They give me different things!” “shanks destroy kid again (I don't hate kid I just think Shanks looked hot while doing what he did)” “GALETTE OVER PRALINE AND AMANDE???? YOU PEOPLE NEED HELP.” “Galette is gorgeous but Amande is my gal shout out to Brulee and Chiffon love them ooh praline's on their too! probably my second favourite after amande” “Black Maria sorry king this was a hard one. but consider: Giant Woman” “look see the thing is right im honour bound to vote drake because thats just who i am as a person yes im ashamed of it but it is the truth objectively though? easily king. maria and ulti have arguments as well here and honestly sasaki is cute but idk anything about him but drake. Drake my sweetie” “bennshanks hotter still……… sorry killer my hot wife” “BENNSHANKS SWEEP LMFAOOOOOOOO kidkiller ily but truly. bennshnanks. just look at em im glad the people on this site still know how to appreciate some good dilfs” “Rayleigh and Koby have special places in my heart… But for the love of all that is holy… What I'd do for SMOKER 🚬 would get me admitted to hospital repeatedly” “WHO submitted this. what the hell. mannnn mannn almost tempted to vote for my 2nd pick (killer) cause i cant decide between beck and smoker if not for the fact that i know killer prob has more votes than both of them beck is gonna be underrepresented here so i'll vote him also im going to RIOT if bepo is not last”

“Kiku obviously but Tashigi is so underrated (can you tell i like women with swords) Shakky would be hotter if she looked like the milf she is. iirc she's like 55 why doesn't her design reflect that? Boa Hancock's sisters are hotter than her imo. Boa Sandersonia my beloved 🥰🥰🥰the hottest woman in OP is Robin but i understand why she isn't in this poll. she'd win too easily” “as much as i would also like reiju to win i cant go against kiku” “dont know anyrhing abt one piece BUT yamato or king wildfire and the rest arent even CLOSE to touching them” “My heart says Shanks, but my dad-joke-brain says either Sabo or Ace” “if the big fight for the win ends up being yamato ace and crocodile irs gonna be The Battle of The Transmascs” “Ben’s got my vote on this one then smoker rayleigh. Marco but I can see the appeal in all” “WGHAT! WHY IS JINBE SO LOW!!!!! CRIMINAL!!!!!!! HES SO HOT!!!! sigh it was tempting between Jinbe and Rayleigh tho twas a difficult choice bc i do indeed wanna fuck that old man but! [donkey kong ☝️.png] BUT. i wanna fuck that fat fishman even more. get w the program ppl” “#KID LOSING TO BUGGY IS NOT SOMETHING IM WILLING TO TOLERATE” “Shanks is my glorious red haired Prince but King just blows away the competition in terms of being beautiful he’s also like 22 feet tall that’s fucking hot and does things to my gay brain” “this poll is very unfair i would bang ALL of them except kid cause i still dgaf about him everyone ELSE though”

“Cowards Give us modern big mom or may saint charlos win” “can you believe 'worst pic of zoro ive evr seen' 'anime woman w big booba' and 'blonde thing' are winning over the meiji eras hottest gilf” “Smoker. IS. DADDY. Koby is just adorable.” “choosing between smoker tashigi and hina is criminal” “I have 3 blorbos in this poll and now I have to choose which is hotter? Physically? It's a pity Aramaki wasn't on the poll, that would have made the choice easier. Smokestack, Volcano Man, or Borsi Baby. I wonder who I'll vote for…” “why is sakazuki higher than kuzan” “m so mad im s o mad every single one of these guys save like marco i guess is hotter to me than zoro imsorry theyre all pretty sexy ngl. but. Man” “that was such a hard and difficult decision my heart beats for Katakuri Lucci and Killer!! king is also delicious 🙈but in the end my heart was loyal to my pasta husbando Killer sorry katchan and lulu…✌️😔” “king and katakuri should tie. with zoro in second. let’s be real if u vote for marco ur actually insane” “this is unfair bc zoro is og hot but king is the pinacle of ''oh no he's hot!'' spongebob meme and rayleigh is old man hot” “'ll keep hoping Kid beats Shanks one day as he should”

“BENN "FINE FUCKING VINTAGE" BECKMAN. I will continue screaming this until people start agreeing with me in these damn polls. Though the young lady that is Dr. Kureha should be a solid second place.” “THIS ONE'S IMPOSSIBLE#LIKE I THOUGHT CORA VS BUGGY WAS HARD#BUT HERE I MIGHT AS WELL EAT MY OWN ORGANS” “liiiiisten I love him to bits but I firmly maintain that Cora is only handsome if you tilt your head sideways and squint he’s a giant horrible combat muppet bell mere is a beautiful dyke mom and that’s final I firmly believed they were friends tho” “I HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN SMOOTHIE AND KIKU?????????????#SHIIIIIIIIT i am gods worst squirrel tho how can i CHOOSE fuuuuuuuuuck i'd let both of them stab me mannnn kinda want smoothie to juice me and serve the juice to stussy like she did w that giraffe sorry. i dont know why i said that. actually i do know. sorry nonetheless but kiku is literally my wife i sweaaaar i fell in love w her during wano………SHIT” “Kiku I adore you but Smoothie oh my god smoothie” “Guys please the joke is right there. I know Yamato is fine but please 🙏 Ace is made of fire I'm begging you” “objectively? Shanks who is the love of my life i would pick anyway? my meow meow? Sanji.” “who the FUCK are voting law and zoro's ugly asses” “In regards to doflamingo and crocodile Okay, hear me out. I think they're hot because I just have a feeling they have a bit of a misogyny streak, and I think I could peg it out of them. Don't worry. I have a plan which involves seastone cuffs. I'm also aware one's like 10 ft tall and the other's like 8'4 I still think I could take them. I also think someone needs to peg the fuckboy out of Shanks, but that's another story and a different issue. Haki is more complicated to deal with”

“The hottest you say? Akainu and Ace… yeah I'm voting them just cuz of this joke” “I was slightly disappointed akainu/ace wasn't submitted I mean clearly they had some interaction and Akainu even penetrated Ace on screen… but it's funny I'll see myself out for using that word 🙈” “WHO THE FUCK SENT IN AKAINU X ACE WHAT THE HEEEELLLLLL its so bad….oh my god theyre all so bad… jesus fuck… i thtought it couldnt get any worse than charlos and trebol….fuck….” “omg one piece polls im gonna say it: roger/figarland would be a genuinely interesting fic lol” “I’m gonna have to go with sanji because usually when I get weird about fictional characters it’s not in a sexual way like my Zoro obsession has nothing to do with me being attracted to him and everything to do with his intense devotion to his captain but sanji is different I saw sanji wear a dress once and now I want him carnally and I’m like mostly asexual so that’s saying a lot” “So evil for making me choose between Ace and Rayleigh btw 😭😭 (sorry Ace)” “zosan nation im rooting for yall divorced dads shanks n mihawk arent winning this one i fear so i gotta cast my vote for yall at least beat geto and gojo theyre just greyscaled zosan”

“how dare you pit giant trans wife against giant trans husband how very dare” “caesar 'babygirl' clown babyyyyy…is losing 😭y'all don't know anything corazon is in the lead tho… okay that's fair” “i think you people have some sort of stockholm syndrome w rosi bc this guy right here i love him with my whole heart right you all know that but let's face it he's ugly as hell i'm so sorry he does NOT compare to my beloved queen monet who is beautiful and gorgujsu and should be winning by the way 5.1% people voting caesar fucking clown who ARE you. what are your revendications. what is wrong with yous” “i knew rosi would win which is fair enough i do like the guy however my bisexual brain has forced me to choose baby 5 my deranged wife i love her” “I'm sorry Buggy gotta go with King the one guy who might have more beuatiful hair than you” “my 3 neurons are fighting eachother like king's got the face mihawk's got the style shanks's got the personality FUUUUUUUCK” “it’s ace but man. luffy in wano… esp in the wano prison” “Folks in the tags saying they both suck. Both are evil but Caesar has babygirl energy while Judge has exactly 0% babygirl energy.” “ceaser clown has been shown to be a pathetic meow meow and I'm living for it judge can kiss my ass” “ace is really hot unfortunately marco is the ugliest mf in one piece so i cannot vote for them”

“the fact that marco and ace have the least votes when they're literally the fire boys” “it's shanks and mihawk and whoever thinks otherwise need to get tested for covid” “drunk dilf and goth dilf for me” “FUCK YOU GUYS NO ACTUALLY SMOTASH MY ALL TIME FAVES FCUK YOU GUYS TGHIS IS SO AWFUL literally messaged my friend the other day “It's insane because smoker is my type in men and tashigi is my type in women. If they weren't so in love i would ask to get between them” i cant BELIEVE THISSSS ur asking me to let go of the smoke daddy and sword mommy? id rather kill myself thanks” “titties vs feral creatures vs old man yaoi vs brainrot” “look. LOOK. ur choosing fucking guy that bathes once a week and a misogynist (sorry sanji i do love you) OVER BENN BECKMAN SEX GOD (CANONICAL) AND SHANKS. A YONKO ARE YOU SERIOUS? fucking WORST POLL RESULTS IVE EVER SEEN the ONLY pair i would vote over bennshanks is kidkiller simply exquisite tits so understandable BUT FUCKING ZOSAN? im done with this bias. fuck you guys” “ok I love zosan and honestly all of these but no one can ever beat Marco/Ace for me cringfail feral greasy twunk w/ daddy issues and his emotional support grumpy old man doomed to die vs doomed to live but they’re making out abt it also Marco being a birb vs Ace raising himself in the jungle feral disaster couple that bite each other in public to show affection like it’s no big thing” “shanks and beckmann I suffer from terminal fuck that old man disease” “you guys have no taste (<- wants to be smothered in Kid's and Killer's enormous tits)”

“ZORO AND SANJIII 💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛they are the most beautiful men ever <3” “cruelest dual poll yet I'm mostly torn between narco-fineapple and drunken smoke signals I love Zoro but I'm not that into Sanji likewise I love Kid but not that into Killer physically Killer is an awesome character but he just doesn't do it for me” “who the fuck is voting hawkins here hes a pretty-ish twink i guess but LOOK AT KILLER his arms are the size of my head (and i hope his arms crush my head)” “Appreciate both, they're both old and tall. O'Tsuru (Wano) is 55 years old and 6'3", while Tsuru (Marine) is 76 years old and 6'8".” “oh no this is so hard i love older women and bellemere is so butch (for op) standards but rosinante is soooo!!!! hes a freak a skinny quiet and deadly clown faces freak with a heart of gold i love him” “#Uaaaaaaaaah VIOLAAAAAAAA#i fucking love her my dancing queen 💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃💃Vivi is more cute to me than anything… She is pretty but I wouldn't consider her a hot or sexy woman It's just that she'll forever be the cute and cheerful princess I've come to know when i was a kid Reiju was sooooooo hawt but she lacked something I dunno what it is but i feel like in an arc with so many characters she got overshadowed and put aside Aside from that she's in my top 10 hottest girls in all of OP” “objective viola#subjective vivi will always have my heart”

“One thing about Nami and Robin. They're going to have each other's backs 💁🏾‍♂️” "haha. here i come i do like basil hawkins im ngl he is a Would for me but at the end of the day hes just a british twink isnt he now drake. drake on the other hand. this man is SO HOT !!!! (as in i would like 2 make him cry.) anyways he has like the repressed himbo nerd vibe on lock…..he would modern au wear a turtleneck that stretches over his FAT TITS and work as a fuckin like. librarian. astrophysics nerd (i find this very endearing) and old ladies would call him a handsome young man and he would blush from his ears 2 his chest…. so cute…………ugh hes so adorable actually very bad at going undercover. law clocked him immediately and he wont fess up LMFAO im tbh i cant actually put most of the tags i want to on here cause they are nsfw his fuckass sideburns…. so adorable and his backstory. WAHHH. i hate his dad and hes a dinosaur… cmon…. the dck possibilities…..also his dub voice is so hot very masculine very good also he fucking passes out at the barest hint of skin like a victorian man adorable the beast pirates fit also… ough. leather pants do smth 2 my brain thick thighs save lives ! in conclusion vote drake” “Silvers Rayleigh erasure WHY was Sengoku chosen???” “im upset that daifuku is already winning give my boy Peros some love!! WHAT THAT TONGUE DO they're both freaks but Peros is a bigger freak with a COOLER DEVIL FRUIT POWER YEAH I SAID IT who doesn't like candy? what does daifuku got going for him? his head tiny on his big muscly body Perospero's style is fancy LOOK AT THE FLOOF ON HIS HAT it took prozd to take him down which is funny I LOVE THAT FREAKY OLD MAN I COULD MAKE HIM WORSE I COULD BREAK HIM I WILL BREAK HIM GDI FUCK fuckin evil willy wonka child snatcher from chitty chitty bang bang-looking motherfucker i want to destroy him :)” “distressed gay noises*how am i supposed to piiiick yamato's t-boy swag and sick hair versus king's 'hitting all my standards'” “

Miscellaneous

“I need to evaluate each man intimately puts them in a yaoi situation and I am in the cuck chair “One is Daddy and the other is Baby Girl” “Oh you came straight for my soul with that one huh impossible to choose” “can't I just have two traumatized catholic orphans carrying around an oversized weapon as a treat?” “im being attacked!” “incredibly cruel post” “u put 5 of my husbands on here The pained no i let out was crazy ngl” “how am i supposed to choose on this one 😨” “These notes are like a test of patience on whether the average Tumblr user has eyes” “cant answer this is like asking which flavor is better than the other” “thirsting is half the fun” “YOU MADE ME CHOOSE??? HOW DARE YOU” “please do not make me choose this is a hate crime” “FOURSOME cough cough who said that” “Damn choosing between them is harder than my exams…” “oh now THIS is a poll aaaand you’re all wrong again. do better” “op really starting a war with this poll” “ "u put 5 of my husbands on here The pained no i let out was crazy ngl” “there are correct answers here and a lot of y'all are not picking them” “I'm not choosing!!!” “how am i supposed to choose on this one 😨” “I know its about preferences but there IS a correct answer to this one”

“please do not make me choose this is a hate crime” “i feel it needs to be more specific. hotter as in raw sex appeal? as in who'd you fuck in fmk? or the general hotness of all things combined?” “'m judging some of you hard” ““They are both hot and can't compete. Too different kinds of hot. I would prefer to see them both in my bed. For sleep over cuddles. Pretty please? 👉👈🥺” “this is incredibly biphobic where is the threesome option?” “oh no oh no… oh nonononono bisexual panic” “nope sorry can't do this one😭😭” “LMFAOOOOOOOOOO TRUTHFULLY WASNT EXPECTING THAT ONE good for him tho even more eldest daughter coded I think” “why fight like this when they can kiss” “they are in love!!!!! why did it have to be specifically them against each other 😭😭” “this is going like their actual fight in the anime” “Dilf or Brat?” “

some of these flags are the height of a skyscaper and some of them are handkerchiefs” “old men …. (says the lesbian)” “It's nice to think one piece fans will be less unhinged after an exorcism but I'm not sure that will help” “ITS 3:30AM AND I JUST TEXTED MY BROTHER OVER THIS POLL how dare you” “oh TO SEE TWO HOTTIES PITTED AGAINST EACH OTHER a dilemma! a shame! a TOTAL (other words for sad) but of course i voted and then regretted and then kissed them both on their foreheads and said 'you are both equally hot' smooch!!” “both are responsible intimidating adults with a soft spot for kids! how can you choose!!” “battle of the UILFs…..” “i could take em both :)” “I don't see it tbh but y'all live your dreams” “why are most of these guys old men what yall trying to say here” “oh gods These people are all a mess” “so fucking torn . you cant do this to me women when they are womaning” “they’re all so fine tho” “im down bad for one piece men” “Horny today, aren’t we?” “my dad would cry if I showed him this poll I think (He loves most of these characters)” “why would you do this to me like four of my husbands are in this 😭 I can’t decide I’m sorry I can’t 😂I just can’t two of them I’d be a widow” “frick you”

“THEY DON'T PLAY IN THE SAME CATEGORIES AT ALL YOU CAN4T MIX DIFFERENT SUBSPICIEZ LIKE THAT IT4S GONNA FUCK UP YOUR RESULTS” “this is the FIRST one that makes me physically ill holy crap theyre all soooooo (im a lesbian lmao wtf)” “never been so conflicted” “old man fucker website my ass!” “i will happily stand with my fellow 2%” “who are all these beefy identical looking literal clowns these aren’t all the same guy?? and I’m losing it over them all being jacked gimme some twinks anyways uhhh second to last guy? first guy? Idfk” “one piece husband” “this was designed to torture me specifically i s w e a r 😭😭😭😭good job op you chose violence with this one” “😭 crying in hot guysI mean I gotta pick my baby but there are so many really hot guys here it's hard” “not enough dilfs tbh” “Asking me to choose should be a crime 😭” “I'M NOT PLAYING THESE GAMES WITH YOU” “i have a collection of dilfs i swear i dont have daddy issues-”

“tumblr when they lie about being old men fuckers” “How do expect me to pick between the hot dilfs of one piece??? impossible 😩” “don't go here but i have mutuals who do” “so. here's a poll i can't vote in but have at it guys it should be a 9 way tie” “making me choose from so many is a crime and then i fucking misclicked…..” “I'm glad we all have same three brain cells” “i decided to vote for the MOST cursed imo lol i’m so glad it’s cursed bc i saw this and didn’t see that initially and was like OK maybe i need to read more of those defend your blorbo posts bc one piece fans i do not get it” “all the Gender characters in one place” “making the brothers fight … goddamn …” “cursed poll i refuse to vote can i have a no option? please” “I'm abstaining they both suck each as unattractive as the last they can make out with each other tho they deserve it” “reblogging because I want to see people fight” “penis poll activate” “that has to be the most stacked poll so far this is insane nuclear bomb vs nuclear bomb bs nuclear wtf” “Wife or wife 😭 that's evil” “Who cares, let them make out with each other i typed that comment and then was assaulted by a vague memory of submitting this match myself i am brilliant” “

[housethemd]

Inlet

(House/Wilson, pre-relationship, loosely set in S2. This will be cross posted to my AO3, where I am WhiskeyRose1)

There are very few physical activities House can still do. After the infarction they had to trade golf weekends for movie marathons, tennis night for bowling night, and lunch break runs for a seat in the cafeteria.

Except for one Tuesday every month. On the third Tuesday of the month the local YMCA pool has a free swim from 2-3:30pm. Lord only knows why, because by that time the housewives and their toddlers have left for nap time, it’s too late in the afternoon for the usual lunch break crowd, and the after school rush hasn’t started yet. It means that the pool is practically deserted.

That’s how Wilson talked House into going. Never mind the plethora of benefits that being in water has for House. While he would never say it, Wilson knows that floating in the tepid water eases the ache in his ruined thigh as well as the aches he never talks about. His hips, his back, his shoulder, all take additional strain due to his disability and the weightlessness of the pool eases the pressure.

They have the changing room to themselves, and they strip down in front of one another with the ease that over a decade of friendship brings. Wilson’s swimsuit is a simple pair of black swim shorts, while House’s are neon yellow with black flames up the legs. House’s are also board shorts, instead of falling just below mid-thigh like Wilson’s, House’s bathing suit touches his knees.

Wilson remembers going to the beach together in the early days of their friendship. House always wore these bright red, 6 inch inseam trunks. They came well above mid-thigh, showing off his muscular legs. Back then House was incredibly physically active and his years of lacrosse, rowing, cheerleading, and running showed on his physique. Wilson was no slump physically, but the looks he got were nothing compared to the number of heads House turned - female and male alike.

They hose off in the provided showers, getting themselves nice and wet before entering the pool area. Wilson watches the water sluice down House’s bare chest and wishes he could make House see how attractive he still is. Sure his body is more lithe than it used to be, but he’s still well put together with broad shoulders giving way to a slim waist and narrow hips. He’s no less attractive at 46 than he was at 33 when they met. House wears his age well. The salt and pepper of his hair distinguishes him, his scruffy look giving him a care free air, and of course he still has those huge bright blue eyes that threaten to steal your soul if you stare into them for too long.

Once they are sufficiently soaked Wilson offers his arm to House. He takes it, let’s Wilson take some of his weight as they make the slow walk from the men’s change room to the pool. The floors are wet and slick and even though House’s blue water shoes give him a little traction they still take their time, lest either of them slip. He still can’t quite believe he talked House into wearing the water shoes. House had balked against them when Wilson first bought them for him after their first pool trip, citing that only old people and toddlers wore water shoes at a pool. After some very blunt words about how like it or not House was a fall risk due to uneven balance, he’d slipped them on wordlessly the next month.

They walk until they are at the edge of the deep end. House finds it easier to walk poolside until they hit the deep end, then slide off the edge into the water, as opposed to trying to walk through the shallower water until it’s deep enough for swimming. Wilson supports House as he lowers himself to sit at the edge, feet dangling into the water.

Wilson retrieves a pool noodle from the bin near the lifeguard station and tosses it in the water before diving in himself.

When he surfaces he shakes the water from his face and hair like a dog, making House laugh from where he is still perched on the edge. Wilson always expects more of a shock when he hits the water, but the pool is kept at a comfortable 85 degrees. Once he’s stopped laughing House pushes himself off the ledge and into the water, momentarily disappearing beneath its surface. When he bobs back up Wilson passes him the pool noodle. House slides it underneath his waist and lays back. House is heavy enough that his body still sinks beneath the water but provides enough buoyancy that he can float without having to move his limbs to much.

Wilson swims laps for a while, as House floats leisurely. Wilson pauses periodically to observe him. His eyes are closed as he lets the ripples of water push him around. Every few minutes he checks his surroundings and if he is nearing a wall or the shallow end he’ll kick his good leg and use his arms to gain enough momentum to float in a different direction.

When Wilson is satisfied with the number of laps he’s done he’ll climb out to grab his own pool noodle and he and House will float side by side. They talk about nothing in the way only old friends can. House says something rude and Wilson splashes him in the face. This evolves into more and more aggressive splashing until the lifeguard has to tell them to settle down. Wilson looks appropriately chastised but House just smirks.

Nearing the end of their extended lunch break, they make their way out of the pool. House stands on his good leg on the ladder out of the pool and uses his arms to push himself back onto the tile floor outside. Wilson scurries out after him to help him stand. They make their way back into the change room and go through the same motions as when they arrived but in reverse.

When they make their way back out to Wilson’s Volvo, both with hair still damp, Wilson can’t help but notice how House moves a little easier. He always does after an hour in the pool. Wilson wishes he could get House to do this more regularly. The university campus has a gym with a pool, and faculty gets in for free. There is no reason why House couldn’t be swimming a few times a week, but Wilson knows being seen by his peers needing support is what keeps him from going.

So Wilson will keep bringing him to the deserted free swim at the YMCA, where he can lean on Wilson’s arm and wear his water shoes without fear of his colleagues losing respect for him.

[miraclewoozi]

congrats on 500 followers! 🥳🥳🥳 may i request seungkwan & angst prompt «am i supposed to just let you go?»

TIL DEATH DO US PART. -b.sk

500 follower party <3 ( accepting until 14th March ! )

pair : bsk x gn!reader. prompt : " am i supposed to just let you go? " wc : ~900. warnings : zombie apocalypse au. implied character death/'turning' and mentions of death by being bitten and also slightest implications of murder. blood. gore/body horror. angst. please drop me a line if i've forgotten anything.

You’ve never known pain like this.

From the middle of your bicep all the way down your left arm, every inch of flesh is burning. Your hand is a dead-weight, anchored to the metal floor beneath you with the thrum of the infection working its way through your veins. Seeping into your muscles, pulsing through to your erratic heart, already winding into the depths of your brain. Dust and grit scratch your eyes every time you blink and the tears welling up in them do nothing to soothe your abraded corneas. You’re weak. Fading. Clammy, feverish…

But Seungkwan, beaten and bruised yet somehow otherwise okay — most importantly, unbitten —, begging on his knees in front of you? 

That’s somehow what hurts the most. 

“I’m not leaving you,” he says for the third time, swallowing back his own tears. You know anger is a symptom and you're consumed with the need to ask him why he’s fighting this, why he's being stupid, why he won't just leave. But even quicker than the frustration was able to build up, it ebbs away: a droplet falls from the corner of his eye and makes a solitary path down the side of his face, distractedly silencing you before the words come out. You watch it cut through the ever-present layer of dirt no one can quite seem to scrub off before it clings to his jawline. Then, it continues to roll down his neck, mixing with the dried blood surrounding a day-old cut and turning from grey to pink, before it finally reaches its destination, disappearing into the shredded collar of his old t-shirt. “I can’t— I can’t do this without you—”

“You have the others,” you tell him with a shudder. Your head feels a thousand tonnes. Even your eyelids are weighing you down. 

He doesn’t have all the others, though. Not like he used to. When you first met Seungkwan he was with twelve other men: his band of unlikely brothers. A found family, navigating their way through hell with a few beat up guitars, a janky old radio and a can-do attitude. Four of them are gone now. Two to the virus. Two… otherwise. 

And now, he’s going to lose you too. Lucky number five. 

“I can’t—”

But as much as this will be hurting him now, he isn’t going to be alone once it happens. He won't believe you if you say it, but even as you fight through the fog you know you need to convince him that it's true.

“You have to,” you grimace. “You know I’m not still going to be me when—”

“Don’t say it,” he snaps, standing up to his feet and pressing his long fingers into his scruffy hair. 

“Seungkwan—”

“What— am I supposed to just let you go?”

You hold your breath as he starts to cry for real. He’s shaking, head to foot, and the scuff of heavy boots just outside the door tells you his friends have heard him raise his voice. You hear the handle start to squeak, but he desperately calls out for them to stop. No one comes in, but you’re sure they’re still waiting out there on their haunches. You can't blame them.

He manages to pace back and forth six times before the next wave of scorching agony crashes through you. You stiffen. Your toes curl. It pulls the fingers of your working hand into a fist and you can hardly even manage to breathe through it. But before you can so much as blink, Seungkwan is right back on your level, crouched with one hand on your cheek and the other curling around your good forearm. It feels like he’s covered in very fine, very hot pins and they’re all piercing your fragile skin, but the gentle pressure gives you something else to focus on: with gritted teeth, you manage a tiny smile.

It's not a good thing that the pain starts to subside, that your extremities start to go numb. You know that. So must he.

“I won’t be the one who hurts you,” you say, chest stuttering every time you try to take a breath even when the stiffness eases and your limbs turn to jelly. “Please — you can’t let me—”

“I love you,” Seungkwan chokes, tears falling freely, snot dribbling from his nose. “I’m going to love you forever. Just— just like we said—”

“I know,” you nod, closing your eyes to the feeling of his cool forehead pressing against your own. His hand travels up your arm, over your shoulder, resting at the curve of your neck. “For better, for worse.”

He laughs weakly, the musk on his breath ten times stronger than usual.

“In… in sickness and in health,” he continues, mumbling through the long kiss he presses to your prickling temple before he forces himself to pull away. Another involuntary spasm from you is apparently the catalyst that brings him to his senses and Seungkwan seems to realise he doesn’t have much time left before it happens. It registers that there really is nothing he can do, not when you no longer even have the strength to pull your lids back open.

You think you hear him say he's sorry, but his heavy, defeated footsteps are the last thing you hear as fear starts to roll in. There’s a creak as the door swings open on its hinges, and a harsh clang that follows: you jump, even as your mind grows cold and distant and everything starts to go dark.

There's a click. The lock. Then a deafening cry: a frustrated, angry sob, and a set of fists slam once against the door that now serves as your prison.

I'll waste away in here, you think.

Maybe that's the virus talking.

Maybe it's not.