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thegainingdesk · 4 months

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The Grommr Profile of Dorian Grey

Dorian finished the last chicken wing, delicately wiping his hands with a napkin, before dabbing at the sides of his mouth. “And one hundred!” He beamed at the camera, and rubbed his middle, not-so-subtly lifting his t-shirt to reveal taut, flat six-pack abs. “Guess that will sort me until dinner,” he said with a wink to his audience.

He looked at the comments on his livestream. Most were in awe, as usual, at how much he could eat while maintaining his stick-thin figure and classically handsome good looks. Others, frustratingly, accused him of being a fake - of using some contraption or camera trickery to make the food disappear, of editing in CGI food, of bullimia. He'd done live shows, week-long streams, streams in nothing but his boxers, but nothing would ever convince some of his viewers.

One in particular caught his attention: lol, why are you all commenting like he'll respond? everyone knows he films these over like a week and then edits it together after

Dorian gritted his teeth. “Actually, user WelcomeToMyFistedMind, comment at fifteen thirty-two and eighteen seconds, this is very much live. And actually, I don't think I am done quite yet.” He stood and walked to the kitchen, coming back with a box of two dozen donuts he'd bought for tomorrow's stream. He sat back down and pushed the first one into his mouth, grinning around the custard that oozed out.

Forty-five minutes and twenty-four donuts later, Dorian flashed one last smug grin at the camera and closed twitch. He leant back, lifted up his t-shirt and ran his fingers lazily up and down his treasure-trail, following the center line between his abdominals. Despite the literal pounds of food he'd eaten in the last couple of hours, his stomach was as flat as ever, his twinkish frame showing none of the effects of the food he ate day in, day out.

His channel, MukbangBangYoureDead, had exploded in viewers ever since he started it a few years ago, until he was now one of the most famous mukbangers on the internet. He could not only eat more than all of his competitors, he made it look easy, and all without gaining a pound.

Of course, he had something that they didn't - the deal. He'd been hesitant at first, didn't believe the strange visitor that had come to him one night could or would deliver on its promises. But here he was, years later, making tens of thousands of pounds a month, all without consequence.

Thinking about the deal, he opened Grommr on his phone and brought up his profile. He whistled as he saw the updated weight - 576 pounds. He'd been flirting with 570 for a while now, and was pleased to see how far he'd stepped over that threshold. Time, he thought, for an update for his loyal fans on that platform too.

He pulled his trousers off and threw them to the side, leaving his t-shirt on. He walked to the mirror and admired his toned, pencil-like legs, his lightly muscled arms, the way his t-shirt draped from broad shoulders and tight pecs over his narrow waist, and his large bulge constrained by a designer jock-strap in bright yellow. He raised his phone up and took a picture, and proceeded to take his shirt off. He raised one hand to a lightly-haired pec and gave it a squeeze as he took a second picture. Finally, he lay down on his bed, snaked some long-slender fingers into his waistband, and raised his phone to take another photo from above.

He uploaded the pictures to Grommr without even looking at them - he knew there'd be no point, that they'd look completely different in just a moment or two. They appeared one by one as they uploaded.

Each showed a behemoth of a man. In the first the man stood in a mirror, wearing a t-shirt that cut into fat hanging from his sides and strained to cover large, pendulous breasts. His gut hung out and down, covering his genitals - a small pop of yellow beneath his love handles was the only hint that he was wearing any underwear. The man's face was huge and round, his features almost amorphous. Small, piggy eyes sat above bulbous cheeks, which merged into a ring of fat around his head, his chin a mere dimple in the fat around his neck. Even in the still image, it was clear that the man's arm was straining against its own weight to hold the phone up.

The next photo was much the same. The same morbidly obese figure stood in the same mirror. This time, the pitifully small t-shirt had been discarded to reveal cascading flesh hanging to the side, lying on the mountainous belly. One hand grasped one of the tits, bloated fingers digging into the soft flesh.

In the next, the figure was laid prone. Gravity had pulled down on the soft flesh and caused it to drop down and pool around the figure. The moobs lifted up towards the man's non-existant neck and chin, his gut spread out, his face expanded in all directions. New rolls and folds had formed - where arm met shoulder, where joints bent, or where his gut bunched up against itself. In the brighter lighting, painfully red stretch marks bloomed across the man's skin, circling his thighs, his love handles like loaves, across his dropping breasts. The man's left hand struggled to reach around his gut to grasp at the waistband of a straining jock strap, within which a small bump suggested some long-forgotten nub of a cock, sunk deep within the fat that spilled out around the underwear’s pouch. The man’s face was red, and seemed to strain as he struggled to maneuver his own flesh.

Dorian watched on in boredom as the first few comments rolled in. The usual adoring fans, begging to know the secrets to his titanic weight, proclaiming they’d soon look the same, asking to meet up. He would wait until a few of his regulars sent their customary tips, then go on with the rest of his day. In the meantime, a couple of the comments caused a smile to spread across his angular face.

MayContainDonuts: MealWithTheDevil looking great as ever! I don't know what it is, but he always looks so much like that one mukbang guy? Obviously fatter, but just the eyes and nose and stuff? I wonder if they're related?

BloatGoat: Do you mean MukbangBangYoureDead? If you can find some of his old photos the resemblance is uncanny. People used to think they were the same person but obviously not. Definitely could be related!

Dorian smirked and went to close the app, stopping only to check a small notification that popped up at the top of his screen. There would be routine server maintenance the next day, and the site would be down for around eight hours, starting mid-morning for the UK.

Dorian sighed. He hated server shutdowns, and this would be the longest he'd experienced yet. Still, he had a while to prepare. He'd have to cancel some lunch plans, but he could make up some lie about being ill. He got dressed, stood up and left to go buy enough food for tomorrow.

Dorian paced around his flat nervously the next morning. He checked his watch - 10:01. He quickly tried to bring up Grommr - sure enough, he was met with an error message about the server being down. It would start soon enough.

The first sign of it was his t-shirt. Previously loose, after about five minutes he found he was having to fuss with it to get it to sit right. another five minutes and it had begun riding up around puffy lovehandles and a firm paunch, while his sweatpants were starting to slip down an expanding rear. Another ten minutes and he took the t-shirt off, freeing a large beer gut that bounced when he walked. His sweatpants had grown almost skin tight around hefty thighs and would soon be too tight for comfort. He knew that this was only the start.

The hunger started then; sickly, stabbing pains in his newly expanded gut. He put two pizzas in the oven and sat with a donuts while he waited, knowing that soon his body, and his appetite along with it, would soon be able to accommodate all the food.

Just under thirty minutes in, Dorian's gut started to rest on his lap when he sat. He leant back, the swollen sack of fat at his middle dragging along his lap as he did so, and his cock began to harden. He reached a hand up to scratch the pink stretch marks beginning to form below his budding moobs.

While stuffed to the point of breathlessness just five minutes before, his stomach was still expanding, and he could feel the gnawing hunger begin to creep back in. He belched and stood, tottering slightly at the near-total shift in center of gravity since he’d sat down. He peeled off his sweatpants, struggling past his wide arse and flabby thighs, then gathered as much food as he could in his arms, using the top of his gut as a shelf and cautiously made his way back to his sofa, where he collapsed down, put on a trashy movie, and continued to eat.

Dorian continued to grow as his pile of junk food diminished. He savoured the feeling of soft, supple skin sliding past skin as he swelled - his growing tits pouring out onto his behemoth gut, his underbelly coursing forwards across rotund thighs dimpled with cellulite, his fat pad oozing around his perpetually hard dick. He knew to wait though; the bigger he was, the hotter his eventual orgasm would be.

Dorian looked down and surveyed himself. His body was beginning to be defined by rolls upons rolls. He estimated himself to be around the size he reached last time there was some server downtime; his profile had put on at least a hundred pounds since then. He lifted a heavy arm and used a hand to probe his plush flesh, sighing at the way his newly chubby fingers sank into the fat.

Still, the hunger increased. Dorian tried to lean forward to grab his phone, but found his own sheer bulk resisted him, pushing him back. He spread his legs and allowed his gut to fall down between them, the shift pulling his body forward in his seat and causing a dull ache in his lower back. He picked up his phone and with clumsy sausage-like fingers brought up a delivery app. He allowed instinct and hunger to take over - spring rolls, beef, chilli beef, sweet and sour chicken, duck pancakes, chilli chips, everything he saw he was ravenous for. He'd not been this big before and the hunger was deep. He pressed order, only briefly worrying about how he'd answer the door when he had no clothes that could hope to fit him.

Dorian’s body continued to expand. There was an alienness to his new size; his thighs had to splay around his hanging gut, his arms sat uncomfortably on top of thick pillows of fat at his sides, each joint filled with lard, and most of all was the awareness of gravity, how it pulled at his body and how his body answered in kind by dropping down and down.

Half an hour of nagging hunger later, his doorbell rang. He threw himself forward, but fell back to the sofa. Even that unsuccessful effort left him winded. He rolled to the side, fat cascading over fat as he did so, and staggered to stand sideways, his arms shaking as he heaved with all his might against the sofa. He grabbed a blanket and draped it over him; it barely covered his torso, but it was the best he could do.

How had he never realised how easy walking was before? Now, every step needed to be purposeful and required a conscious effort to propel his weight forwards. He had to wheel each thigh out and around past the other, each one a lead weight to be lifted. Dorian reached the door panting and sweaty, his hips burning with the beginnings of pain. The delivery driver looked on in shock, and then in slow horror. Dorian didn't care, he just grabbed his bags and slammed the door, before making his slow way back to his seat.

As he fell back, the sofa made a loud crunching sound and he felt himself sink deep into the cushions. He shuffled over the other side as best he could, each movement sending shockwaves across his body. He piled his bags into the crater left on the other side of the sofa and ate directly out of them, the table now wholly unreachable.

Dorian suspected he stopped growing around the time that he'd finished his food. If nothing else, the hunger had stopped. His torso had become a series of rolls, each one wrapped around his entire body and piled on top of the next. His limbs had become huge sacks of flesh, spreading out beneath him, the only evidence of his joints small, soft dimples in the thick casing of his body.

Dorian knew he'd waited long enough now. He pushed a stubby paw into the deep fold underneath his gut, reaching for the hard nub of his cock not yet swallowed by his fat pad. It was no use however, the heavy weight of his belly pressing down and closing off his own groin from himself. He leant to the side and spread his thighs, freeing up access and shifting his weight off from his lap, but still his fingers had to squirm past sweaty flesh into the small crevice left of his crotch. He grasped at the hard head of his cock, finding it in a shallow depression of flab nestled in dense pubes. With two fingers he did his best to jerk himself off, but to no avail - there was simply not enough cock left and not enough space to handle it in. Desperate for release he began to thrust, rocking his pelvis back and forth, so that the thick shaft of his penis slid within his own blubber, fucking his own body. He closed his eyes and ignored the tortured groans of the sofa below him as his pleasure grew. It only took a few minutes for him to cum, semen coating his fat pad and thighs as he yelled out.

Dorian slumped back, gasping for air, and exhausted, drifted off into a sleep.

When he woke up, it was dark. He could still feel the weight of his body pulling down. This wasn't right. As slow as it took for the weight to pile on, usually it melted away in seconds once the servers were back online, which should have happened hours ago. He checked the time - 23:24. Had something gone wrong?

He checked Grommr - the site was back up. He tried to log in - nothing. App - no. Browser - no. He tried to type his password in again, fat fingers mashing against the keyboard so that he had to try again slowly, deliberately. Nothing worked. He felt his heart pounding somewhere beneath his bosom.

Finally, he noticed an email in his inbox.

Grommr admin team - lost profile

During our recent scheduled server update, a small number of user profiles were unfortunately lost. We are sorry to tell you that your profile was one of those that we have not been able to recover. We are doing everything we can to recover lost profiles, but we are sadly not…

Dorian stopped reading. He looked down at the acres of flesh that were now his body. He lifted an arm up and let it fall, watching it shake and wobble in the dim light. What would he tell his family? His friends? His fans? This couldn't be happening.

Through his panicked breathing and heavy heartbeat, another feeling began to grow - Dorian Grey was beginning to feel hungry.

#weight gain #gainer story #gainer fiction #male weight gain #gaining fiction #weight gain fiction #weight gain story #wg story #im very proud of the grommr usernames #the grommr profile of dorian grey #the title came to me out of no where and i knew i needed to write it #no offence intended to any grommr admins #im sure you dont regularly need to shut down the servers for 8 hours at a time or randomly lose profiles

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cherryxblossxms · 11 months

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Masturbation May - Day 6a: Mutual Masturbation (Solomon)

A/N: Solomon was suggested for day 6 by @graveswrites! I'll be honest, this went... quite a different direction than I'd intended lol, and its much longer than intended as well, but I hope you enjoy. RIP to my upload schedule

Featuring: GN reader || Solomon x reader

Warnings: mutual masturbation, kind of guided masturbation with edging/orgasm denial, slight dom reader and sub Solomon?, Solomon thinks he's hot shit (and severely underestimates you), a little angst???????? with comfort/resolution lol; kind of heavy on reader's perspective but no specific description of reader's anatomy

Word count: 3270

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Solomon was getting on your last nerves, and based on the Cheshire cat smile he put on whenever you made eye contact, he was well aware of that fact. It was just little things, but they were petty little things, which only made them worse. He would dodge your kisses, only pecking your cheek instead of your lips. Or he would go off to class without saying "I love you", something that he'd insisted early on in your relationship. And lately, he simply seemed distant in the physical department, not cuddling you or being intimate before bed like he usually was.

You two weren't sex addicts by any means, but one thing you'd learned about Solomon in your relationship was that he could be a proper horndog when he wanted to be. His mischievous hands were always touching you somewhere, poking, teasing, enticing, just working to rile you up until you were just as horny as him. And he ate that up, pouncing on you the very moment you gave the OK. That was why you knew he was up to something, once he stopped being touchy-feely with you and not seeking your attentions as usual.

The final straw came this morning when you’d woken up before your alarm was due to go off, only to find Solomon wrapped around your body, his limbs tangled with yours in his sleep. You were so unprepared for his touch after being denied for so long, your body was quick to heat up in response. Your sleepiness also disappeared in an instant as soon as you felt Solomon’s morning wood pressed against your hip, hot and ready. It was so unfair, finally getting the touch of your lover but it wasn’t even intentional. You just knew that if you woke him now and tried to make a move, he’d deny you once again, playing his damned game of cat and mouse that he was insistent on continuing.

You couldn’t help but fidget, trying to close your eyes and go back to sleep, forget about what was happening and what you could be having if your lover chose to behave for once. But your mind was fully awake now, and against your wishes, your body subconsciously responded. Your thighs squeezed together, seeking some kind of stimulation, and they accidentally squeezed Solomon’s leg that had made its way in between them. You tried to still your body, cursing at how responsive he made you, but your efforts were in vain as Solomon stirred awake, breathing in deep before his eyelids fluttered open.

It took a moment for his brain to boot up and properly register what was going on. But as he took in the scene of your body pressed up against his, and saw the heated look in your eyes as you glanced up at him, he realized what was going on. He chuckled, and it only made the corners of your lips turn downwards, knowing what was coming.

“Well, good morning, my love,” he said, his voice deeper and rougher from sleep. “What have we here?” You hated the way his morning voice made your body tingle.

“What do you mean?” you responded, feigning ignorance of what he was implying.

But Solomon didn’t miss anything, and he certainly didn’t miss how hot you felt next to him or the way your eyes danced around, avoiding his eye contact now. He used one of the arms he had wrapped around you to pull you somehow even closer, and the fingers of his other hand trailed leisurely along your side. You shivered in response, goosebumps immediately following the places his fingers touched, and you delighted in the sensation after days of missing out.

“I mean the way your body is being so responsive right now. And that look in your eyes is pretty good, too.”

The grin on his face was almost evil. His touch was doing wonders to you, your heart pounding in your chest but also throbbing in your core. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do more, if it was smack him away for all the trouble he’d put you through recently, or if you wanted to just pull him down and kiss him already.

“C’mon, you can’t tell me you’re not liking this,” he continued as he noticed your silence, now teasing your hips, fingers dipping back and glancing against your backside here and there. Your hips jerked in response, bumping your groin against his thigh again and sending a zing of pleasure up to your brain. Oh how you just wanted him to squeeze you properly, to actually hold you in his arms. But even more than that, you wanted to grind against his thigh in its opportunistic spot. Solomon looked down, seeing the way your thighs were practically holding onto his own leg. “At least your body is being honest with me.”

You couldn’t even formulate an argument in your defense, so you simply pursed your lips and turned away, doing your best to ignore his goading. But it was getting harder and harder to be good. Finally, just as you thought you’d reached your wit’s end and was ready to beg and plead for some kind of relief, Solomon withdrew his touch, detangling himself from you and sitting up in your bed, stretching leisurely. The loss of his warmth was like a splash of cold water to your system, leaving you feeling suddenly empty.

“Where are you going?” you couldn’t help but ask, hating how needy you sounded.

Something seemed to alight in Solomon’s eyes as he heard your tone, and he glanced back at you before his sight was caught by the alarm clock on the bedside table. You could tell he was going to say something, but seemed to rethink his words before settling on a response.

“We should get up now that we’re awake. We’ll have to leave soon,” he simply said and stood up from the bed, going about his routine to get ready for R.A.D.

You couldn’t believe his audacity to work you up like that and then leave. But it was exactly in line with the way he’d been acting the past several days, always doing things to work you up before abruptly leaving, or just withholding contact completely. A knot formed in your chest and a sour taste sat in your mouth, but you pushed your feelings deep down and got up as well, trying to just focus on the day ahead.

Solomon always seemed to push your buttons just right, and usually he was good about making it up to you relatively quickly. But this time, your patience had run out as you waited for him to come to his senses. Unbeknownst to your lover, you were already planning your revenge on him, ensuring that he would understand just how badly he’d fucked up.

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Similarly, you were unaware of just how badly Solomon was doing. Despite his confident appearance, his will was almost shattered when he’d awoken to find himself tangled with you. His morning wood was partly a product of a delicious dream he’d been having, where he'd been making you cum as many times as you could handle in all the ways he loved. His soul ached to touch you, to kiss you and fill your entire being with himself.

The whole thing started out as an innocent game, just wanting to play with you a little and get you to admit how much you wanted him. Although you’d argue otherwise, he was wrapped around your finger, and he was completely at your mercy at any given time, including in the bedroom. Thus, he had wanted to tease and deny you, build up your desire for him until you’d give in first, show him that you could get just as desperate for him as he was for you. But his game was starting to backfire on him, just making him even more desperate for you while you only seemed to be getting angry.

He, too, began to make a plan to make amends. Of course, his pride prevented him from simply coming clean and apologizing, something he’d come to regret. But he decided on the next best thing, intending to finally relieve this tension in one big, hot bang once classes were finished.

At the end of the school day, you were the first to return to Purgatory Hall. Solomon had texted you to tell you he would be late due to a meeting and not to wait for him. That worked just fine for you, it gave you time to relax for a moment and prepare for what would come later. You were going to make sure Solomon would learn his lesson about playing games with you; he wouldn't know what hit him. He wanted to withhold his touch and make you beg? Two could play at that game.

You started your plan of revenge with changing out of your R.A.D. uniform and your underwear, putting on one of Solomon's shirts with nothing underneath. He always loved when you wore his stuff, feeding a little possessive streak he had. Just looking at Solomon's bed was enough to bring back the memories of this morning, his lean body curled around you as his hot cock was pressing insistently against your hip.

You got into the bed, resting against the headboard, and splayed out your legs. Without any underwear, it felt scandalous and exposing, and a little cold as the air hit your nether region. Looking at your phone, Solomon had sent you an update, saying he was wrapping up his meeting soon. You immediately got to work with your limited time, slinking a hand down to your inner thigh and rubbing softly, trying to arouse yourself. You did your best to conjure up memories of being intimate with Solomon, the way he went down on you here in this bed or implement a magic item to spice things up, anything to get the mood going.

Your ministrations and memory worked, as you felt your body start to warm up and you could feel your heartbeat in your core. You finally traced a finger along your arousal, then two, hips twitching in response, before pressing harder and stroking more. The sensation was heavensent, your body so sensitive to the touch after being denied for so long. While Solomon had been playing this little game with you, you'd also unintentionally avoided touching yourself, hoping that he'd change his mind or give up eventually. After all, your touch was nothing compared to his, his long fingers always reached just the right places. He could play you like an instrument, and it was addicting.

But this would do for now. You stopped a moment to grab some lube, then continued your work as your now slippery fingers slid along your skin, dipping down around your hole and going back up to circle your most sensitive spot, making your arousal start to drip. Finally, you gently eased in a couple fingers, thrusting slowly at first before upping the pace, wiggling your hips to get different angles and sensations. It wouldn't be nearly enough to get you to cum, but the pleasure was enjoyable for now, and you started to lose yourself in your enjoyment, paying no attention to the time.

This was how Solomon found you when he arrived at the dorm, going to his room when he couldn't find you anywhere else. After stepping through the doorway, he had to double take before completely stopping in his tracks, his cheeks turning a bright red as he fully absorbed your image and what was going on. He was quick to shut his door and lock it before turning back to you, clearly flustered by your actions.

You grinned at him, briefly making eye contact before his gaze fell to your core, where your fingers were still pumping and curling inside.

"Welcome home," you said, breaking the silence, or rather the wet sounds of your fingers.

"Yes..." Solomon only replied. His eyes were still glued on your busy fingers, and you could see the effect you were having on him as a noticeable bulge formed in his pants.

"See something you like?"

It took a moment, but your lover's eyes finally lifted to look back at you, filled with heat. "Oh yes, I do." His voice was husky, strained, as he fought the urge to just jump you. You hummed thoughtfully, he was playing right into your hand, his childish game long forgotten about on his end.

"Well, you're welcome to join me," you started. Solomon didn't even hesitate, immediately working on removing his R.A.D. uniform until he was just in his boxer briefs. He climbed onto the bed with you and you withdrew your fingers from your core, watching him in his eagerness. He leaned towards you, obviously planning to kiss you and take over things. But you put a foot up against his chest, stopping him short. He looked at you, confused, his innocent look almost making you laugh.

You shook your head at him, pushing him further away with your foot, and he slowly backed down. "Ah-ah-ah, you don't get to touch me, though. You haven't earned that yet."

You could see Solomon swallow, the guilt in his eyes showing he knew exactly what you were referring to.

"Okay. Then how do I earn it?" he asked.

He was the very image of obedience, and you were eating it up. "You're gonna touch yourself for me."

It was almost comical, the way his eyebrows shot up his forehead and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth, but seemed to think better of it, swallowing down his words in favor of nodding and sitting back.

You could see his eyes flicker back and forth between various points on your body as he palmed himself over his underwear. He couldn't seem to settle between your eyes, your still-exposed core, or your general image wearing his clothes. After a moment, he realized you were simply watching him, not moving, and he smirked at you, sparking your irritation.

"What about you?" Solomon asked. "Won't you continue? It looks like you need some help."

He had a point, watching him work for his pleasure was definitely arousing, and your body ached for stimulation again. But his words just served to make you spiteful. "Don't worry, I'm just enjoying the view," you said, enjoying his bashful look in response. "Take it out."

"You're being bossy tonight," he said, trying to joke, but obeyed anyway. He tugged down the waistband and freed his cock, shoving the underwear down his thighs a little but keeping it on. Only once he started stroking himself without the cloth barrier, did you continue your own movements.

Much like Solomon, you couldn't help your gaze as it fell to his crotch, watching the way his nimble fingers wrapped around his shaft, the way he swiped a finger over the head of his cock and could see the shine of his precum as it leaked from the slit. His dick was unfairly pretty, long and pink at the end, curved just the right way to reach all your best spots. You stroked yourself in tandem with Solomon, wishing it was him touching you instead. But he did this to himself, playing a dumb game and testing your patience.

It took a few minutes, but you could see Solomon really getting into it now, his pace increasing as he started focusing on the head of his cock and particularly the sensitive spot right beneath it. You wondered if maybe he hadn't touched himself all during his game, he seemed just as pent up as you. And your guess seemed to be correct, as eventually his telltale warning signs of climax started to pop up. His hand was moving faster, his eyes closing and his hips moving on their own as he fucked his fist. Now was the next step of your plan.

"Stop touching yourself."

Solomon's hand stuttered and his eyes opened to look at you in disbelief. He once again obeyed right away, something you filed away in your mind for later, but you could see the frustration on his face.

"W... why are you stopping me?" he said, a little out of breath as his heart was beating fast from the lingering pleasure.

"Because you haven't earned the right to cum just yet," you replied. "I don't appreciate the game you've been playing with me lately. I think you can work a little harder before you've earned it."

He visibly swallowed, his face falling a little. And if you'd been in your right, non-horny mind, you would have taken pity and talked it out with him. But you were on a roll now.

"Start stroking yourself again, slowly. Make sure you look at me."

He didn't protest, doing as you asked. You once again used your fingers on yourself, matching pace with him as he made slow, torturous movements, glad he was finally behaving. His eyes never left your core.

"Good, now you can move a little faster. And remember, don't close your eyes."

This continued on, directing him on slowly increasing his pace, enjoying the sexual frustration on his face, until he was back to pumping his cock like before. You were sure his orgasm was making its way back quickly, after you'd cut it off earlier. Your body was crying for release as well, eager to end this already. You watched Solomon's balls tighten up, clearly already at that precipice, but he knew better than to cum without permission after all of that.

As you predicted, he looked up at your face, pupils blown wide and cheeks a deep pink as he fought his orgasm.

"You look like you want something."

"Can I cum? Please?"

"I don't know, can you?" you asked, trying to stay on task. But it was hard, fighting your own orgasm as well.

"Please, I'm sorry for playing games. I shouldn't have done that. Please let me cum, I'll make it up to you."

You pretended to give it a moment of thought, still fucking yourself with your fingers as he struggled to keep going, but really, you were already past the point of caring anymore. As far as you cared, you both just needed to climax already, and then go from there.

"Fine, you can cum, then. Cum for me."

Even as you said the last words, his breath came out in a short gasp and his abdomen flexed before he shot out the first ropes of cum, instantly covering the sheets. The sight was so hot, you couldn't help but follow closely afterwards, releasing a low moan that Solomon joined.

You lay back against the pillow, catching your breath, and you felt the bed shift as Solomon moved up to join you. His arms slid around your waist and he buried his face in your neck, kissing it softly.

"I really am sorry."

"I know."

"It just amazes me how you have me wrapped around your finger, how much I want you. I guess I just wanted to make you want me that badly, too."

You couldn't help but hug him back, sighing. "Of course I want you. You don't need to do things like this to make me want you, I already love you and want you too. I forgive you, just don't do it again."

"Yeah, I learned my lesson."

You shared a kiss and settled, finally at peace with your dork of a lover.

#solomon x reader #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #solomon smut #dom reader #gn reader #the minx can write ✍️#spicy minx 🔥

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simularity-sims · 2 months

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Simularity Website Upgrade & MORE

I finally finished upgrading my website for 2024! All download posts have been redesigned to make them easier to navigate and understand. I made several changes to the website as a whole, I honestly lost track of what all I did! I kept the colors the same though as I liked them too much to change. Visit the new Simularity today!

In addition to the site upgrade, I updated over 20 mods and cc. Please check out my Mod Updates page and Content Updates page for the full list with links. Too many to type out here and I'm tired. LOL

Oh, I took down all of my available Lots. I plan to refresh all of the builds then upload new versions as soon as I'm finished. I also plan to refresh all of the site's articles and tutorials with updated info and better screenshots. I'll do that soon.

I also, finally, fixed the Contact page which I didn't honestly know was broken. I should be able to once again receive your messages through that form. I apologize for the troubles.

In addition to all of that, I created a new Facebook page (I lost access to the old one) and I joined Threads.

I think that's everything. I drank nearly half a gallon of sweet tea (it's been so long since I had it, I went a little overboard) and was on a major sugar high earlier. That's how I finished the site so quickly. LOL Now I'm crashing.

That's all folks! Take care out there and happy Simming!

@luthsthings @scarlets-realm I want to apologize to you two for making so many updates at once. I hope you don't get as overwhelmed as I have been!

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boredkaiju · 5 months

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(Warning, loud!) A cover of Dropship Thunder from Battletech. Haven't posted a banjo song in too long so enjoy. More banjo recordings soon. :) Also couldn't find tabs anywhere so here is the tabs I made. Enjoy! Dm A Our dropships peal out thunder

C Am Shrieking down through cloven skies Dm A As the planets grim defenders C Dm Gather in a host to die Dm A Then open hatch! Forward men!

C A Enemy in sight! C G They're closing now, the battle's joined A Dm All 'Mechs prepare to fight! (Chords repeat for the rest of the song; you can find the full lyrics here ^^ https://www.sarna.net/wiki/DropShip_Thunder)

@enderman1000 Yes I know I showed you this recording months ago, yes it really took me this long to finally upload it, lol.

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tired-reader-writer · 3 months

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Aaaaand here it is, fellas! Finally! Gieve's character design sheet!

This took quite a while as I immediately tried to jump in after uploading Farangis' sheet— I was caught up in that high of creation that I forgot. I legit forgot. That I was a human being with a very limited amount of energy to spare.

So I crashed. For a long time. So long that I forgot some of the ideas I initially had for his designs, and my creative process working on this again could be summarized as Mayhem™.

For the first design, let's start with junipers, shall we?

Junipers can represent hope, faith, healing, regeneration, cleansing, and protection.

“Juniper berries are believed to be a staple during winters. This is especially true for birds and mammals that feed on juniper berries during tough winter months. This has led people to associate juniper berries with hope, comparable to someone clinging to hope during the darkest of winters.”

“Since junipers can easily grow in places where other plants can’t survive, it also symbolizes a sense of healing. It was also used to protect people from plagues and negative energies during ancient times, making it a perfect reflection of its healing qualities.”

“Junipers are also recognized as symbols of purification and protection. Juniper berries are used in cleansing rituals that are meant to protect people from evil forces. They have been traditionally used in ancient medicine to ward off infections and in ceremonies that involve putting someone under another’s protection.”

The way I interpret Gieve, and this is definitely canon to Wolfpack, is that for all his cynic exterior he does want to believe there's good in the world, something worth fighting for, something worth believing in. He's quite the secret romantic, if I say so myself, and I don't use the word romantic to refer to his flirtiness, lol. I think something that symbolizes hope would be quite fitting for that.

Also, do keep an eye on the “protecting from evil” aspect. It'll tie in with another plant I'm planning to include.

Aside from the symbolism above though:

“Junipers are tough yet flexible, making them a perfect material for bows and arrows. Native American tribes in the Great Basic region used their wood to create bows and arrows for hunting. In addition, they have been used in Gaelic Polytheist rites, where people blessed households and protected their people by burning juniper and using its smoke to perform customary rites.”

He's a very good archer, among the best in Pars, and isn't it just perfect for him to be associated with something that's used to make bows and arrows?

And what's that dangling from his ear? Oh, a squirrel tail! He doesn't have a squirrel familiar, no, but maybe his housecat brought a dead squirrel to him one day and he just went, “ah, might as well” 😂

It's a reference to how he wore some animal's paw as an earring? We literally don't know what animal it's from or anything, and at first I tried doing the same, only to find that... It just wasn't working in my eyes. So I replaced it with a fuzzy squirrel tail fur... thing.

Oh well.

But wait! I do actually have reasons for choosing squirrels in particular!

Squirrels can represent resourcefulness, adaptability, and playfulness. Gieve is very good at using what he has available to him, turning his environment to his advantage in sticky situations, is pretty casual and likes to fool around and live in the present. He's someone you can stick pretty much anywhere and he'd adapt pretty damn fast.

“In its joyful leaps and bounds, the squirrel becomes a symbol of embracing the present moment and finding delight in life's spontaneous expressions.”

That just sounds a lot like Gieve, doesn't it?

“One of their most notable traits is their agility and acrobatic skills, as they effortlessly leap from tree to tree and navigate through branches with precision.”

Gieve is one of the most acrobatic characters in this whole manga, lol. Along with Farangis and Jaswant (and kinda Alfarīd).

“Their keen sense of observation helps them detect potential dangers and quickly respond to any threats. Their playful nature and curious spirit make them endearing and captivating creatures, symbolizing adaptability, quick thinking, and an unwavering pursuit of survival and success.”

Living as a travelling musician must've honed his survival instincts quite a lot methinks.

“Within the realm of symbolism, squirrels are commonly associated with attributes such as joy, light-heartedness, and detachment.”

He's... he cares, he does, but even in canon he never had a sense of attachment or obligation to the ruling class and the royal line, he cares about who he cares about, social norms be damned. He's one of those people who wholeheartedly care about a very limited pool of people in my opinion, and his nomadic lifestyle in canon (and his disillusionment with the world) would've meant there's some measure of lackadaisical detachment from the rest of the world.

In Wolfpack as well, while his earnest side comes out a lot more, he still steers pretty clear from the rest of Parsian society outside of Gorgan's bounds— he doesn't care about the larger politics, he doesn't care about what the royal family or whatever is doing, he's just chilling in his own corner. So I think this is quite fitting!

The little charm on his bracelet is supposed to be, uh, a cat, but I don't know how visible it is anymore. I'm afraid I shrank it too small. I'll deal with what the cat represents once I get to his ceremonial attire (the third one). You'll see.

Looking at the way he wears his clothes, it's quite loose and casual and I think embodies air/wind quite well, which is something I associate with him for lightness, freedom, that sort of stuff. The little details on his shirt could be wind or water, because both of them are “shapeless” elements unlike say, rigid earth.

Moving on from that, here we arrive at the second outfit! It's warmer, a little more elaborate than the first, but nothing too crazy.

I gave him soft spring colours— spring just feels right for him— colours that perhaps bring out his softer core. Although there aren't many actual flowers I tried to invoke the feeling of a meadow full of blossoms with these colours.

The arrow-tail designs on his clothes are taken from his canonical crest, and they're the same ones on Areyan's second design!

The tiny little flowers in-between are plum blossoms (or what I hope come across as plum blossoms, Buddha knows I'm not very great with plants—) for a number of reasons:

“In Chinese philosophy, the Plum tree’s blossom is a symbol of winter ending and a herald of spring. The tree’s pale pink blossoms are cherished because they bloom vibrantly and so bravely amidst the winter chill. They symbolise perseverance and hope, as well as, beauty thriving in adverse circumstances.”

“Japanese tradition holds that the Plum (or ‘ume’) is celebrated as a protective charm against evil, so the ume is traditionally planted in the northeast of the garden, the direction from which evil is believed to come.”

“Plums grow in tough environments and that is why they can be viewed as a symbol of hope. Despite facing many hardships, the fruit still manages to survive.”

“You see plums growing in a range of environments. They are seen growing in city backyards as well as high, frosty mountains.”

The end of winter and the arrival of spring sounds quite hopeful, doesn't it? And beauty in adversity paints quite the romantic picture.

Recall the “protection against evil” thing juniper had going on, turns out plums also have that! It is fitting, in a way, since he (and his family) are opposed against Zahhak and his sorcerers, who are undoubtedly evil.

I do find it quite funny how it says “evil comes from northeast” considering Gorgan's location (northeastern corner of Pars) and how I placed the clan's old, old, old, mythical homeland in the faaaar northeast. Oops?

Perseverance in this instance, in my opinion, can also tie into adaptability!

This is also why, despite not having the actual flowers in the design, his first outfit is kinda meant to invoke the feeling of plums anyways through its color. There's a lot of purple-red going on, after all! And those are the colours I primarily associate him with.

I also, of course, gave him his signature arm-bandages in this one. How could I not?

Also, fun fact, I based his clothes slightly on the clothes of the Saka people, it's not an exact thing but:

You see it too, right? The bands on the upper arm portion of the sleeve, the cut of the garment...

I refrained from giving him a cap, though.

Why the Saka, though? Well, there's this theory/speculation we had about his origins since we know next to nothing about in canon, and I decided to take that and run with it.

And quite coincidentally, it kinda ended up resembling the Marda clan's attire anyways! Like Areyan's second design again, and also two of Kazai's.

And now we move onto his third and ceremonial garb, and I'm quite pleased with the outcome. To get right to it, his earring has an oleander flower and... a feline... thing.

Okay, hear me out.

The feline thing? Based off of this thing:

An actual archaeological find of the Saka people! They labeled it feline, so I thought, why the hell not? (Though in my opinion it looks like a weasel—)

What is that, though? Truth be told, I don't know, all I know for sure is that it wasn't an earring, lol 😂

Oh, and I did say I would get into the cat thing. Cats can represent grace, intelligence, cunning, and independence.

“The cat is a fascinating animal that cultures around the world have long revered. They are agile and nimble, able to move with silence and stealth. At the same time, they are also fiercely independent, choosing to live on their own terms.”

That's quite Gieve, isn't it? In the earlier versions of the AU when it was still in a cradle, I contemplated giving Gieve crow/raven familiars and Farangis a cat, but ended up reversing them in the end and let me tell ya, I'm really glad I made the switch.

As for the oleanders:

“Oleander symbolizes desire and destiny, but it can also mean caution. It is also associated with romance, charm and everlasting love.”

“A beautiful Greek maiden was wooed by Leander who swam the Hellespont every night to see his beloved. One night he was drowned in a Tempest. Wild waves dashed his body against sharp rocks and left him lifeless on the white sands. Here his lover found him as she walked the shores calling "Oh Leander, Oh Leander." The beautiful flower was clutched in his hand. She removed it and kept it has a symbol of their love. Magically it continued to grow and from this symbol of everlasting love came the beautiful and abundant oleander.”

The tale doesn't have much to do with Gieve, I'll admit, but the vibes of such a beautifully tragic tale may very well be something he sings about. He's a bard, after all, and quite the romantic one.

“Oleanders may symbolize caution, potential threat, or risk. They can also be used to symbolize attraction, passion, love, but may also signify death. They can also represent elegance, beauty, cleansing, and healing powers, as well as inner strength, bravery, and resilience support.”

Despite his casual and loose demeanor, Gieve is a cautious person in my opinion. He doesn't trust easily.

The colors on his necklace represent the aurora borealis that was said to have been visible from the clan's ancient mythical homeland, though of course they haven't been there in several millennia at this point. The necklace reflects Kazai's, signifying their close relationship as mentor-protege and even almost parental, despite there only being nine years between them. In any case, though, they share a deep familial bond as Kazai stepped up to care for him after Kashi and Ayunnen died.

The little plant in the pendant also mirrors the pine tree symbol in Areyan and Kazai's! It's not quite the same but it echoes it.

And now the tassels! Boy did I overthink the colours on that one. So each tassel represents someone he holds dear. From left to right it goes: Kazai, Farangis, Areyan, Isfan, and Shapur.

The way he wears his clothes in all three of these designs reflects his nature!

Oh, wait, we're not done yet.

It's time for the scarf!!

Would it be Gieve without his scarf? I omitted them in the main sheet because I'd spent a lot of time and effort on the embroidery details on the neckline area, and I really wanted to show them off. The embellishments on this scarf does not match his canon one, I'm aware, but I was too tired to hunt down a decent reference image from the manga and I thought this was a golden opportunity to cram in even more symbolism.

What? It's me you're dealing with. You'll always get more symbolism.

“A dragonfly is a symbol of change, transformation and self-realization. It teaches us to love life, to rejoice and have faith even amidst difficulties.”

“A dragonfly symbolizes love, growth, new development and adaptability. Though they are small, they emerge as messengers of rebirth and renewal—bridging the gap between earthly and spiritual realms.”

Not much but see my post about the magic system I made for Wolfpack— where music is thought to be the bridge between worlds, the language of all languages.

“Dragonflies have long been associated with new beginnings (rebirth and transformation). During their life span, dragonflies grow in the water before taking to air and flying. Dragonflies undergo a metamorphosis and transformation within themselves. From being unseen to spreading their wings above ground and showcasing their beauty, dragonflies symbolize new beginnings on the horizon.”

“Dragonflies only fly around in their crazy manner for a short period of their lives. But they certainly make their presence known with the way they joyfully dart and seemingly dance around. Dragonflies symbolize joy and happiness. They serve as a testament to the importance of living in the moment and enjoying each day as it comes.”

So that's pretty much it! Gieve's design sheet! Chaotic and hectic though it was, I immensely enjoyed making this one as well.

I'm not gonna start another one for a long time, though. I've learnt my lesson.

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siouxiesiouxtryhard · 1 year

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sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Sixteen - Eddie’s Girl

summary: eddie finally gets the balls to ask y/n the question he’d been avoiding for months

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, afab!reader (i’ve been meaning to put this one in) language, fluff, like tooth rotting fluff, mentions bruises left from abuse, billy’s dad, implied smut at the end -i think that’s all-

author’s note: it’s been such a long time omg sorry it took me so long to upload this but a ton of shit got in my way and i haven’t had the time to do much but edit the chapters i already wrote or uploaded. but this one is out finally soerrr enjoy it lol love you <3

<<Part 15 --- Part 17>>

Eddie woke up to an empty bed the next morning much to his dismay. He groaned, running his hands down his face. He got up, went to the bathroom, and put on some pajama pants before deciding to try and find something to eat. “Morning!” Y/n chirped, flipping over an omelet in a pan. Wayne lifted up his mug in greeting and smiled up at Y/n when she served him his breakfast.

“Thank you, dolly,” Wayne said, sipping his coffee before cutting into his omelet. Y/n smiled sweetly at Eddie and took the pan back to the stove. Eddie followed and leaned on the counter next to her. He was silent for once as he watched her and looked her up and down. Dark purple love bites showed down the side of her neck and just under the collar of the shirt she was wearing that she stole from Eddie’s closet. A faded Dio shirt and a pair of black shorts she also obviously stole. Eddie glanced at Wayne who pointed between him and Y/n and gave him a thumbs up. Eddie smiled and flipped him off, making Wayne chuckle and take a drink of coffee.

Eddie came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I thought you left,” he mumbled. Y/n smiled, whisking the eggs and mushrooms in a bowl.

“No, I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. Also, I like it here, why would I leave?” She asked, smiling at him sitting on her shoulder. Eddie grinned and let her go to grab a plate from the cupboard. Y/n poured the omelet mixture into the pan and watched it. This just confirmed what Eddie was hoping was the truth: Y/n liked him too. Why else would she have stayed?

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows and took her arm, staring at the dark purple bruises on her wrist. They contrasted so brightly against her skin he was surprised he didn’t see them before. He stuck out his bottom lip, gently running his finger over them. Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, “You good?” She asked.

Eddie blinked and nodded, still carefully examining the blotches of purple and yellowed skin. Y/n bruised like a peach, but Billy always loved to leave his mark.

“What, uh… what happened?” He asked, rubbing soft circles on them. Y/n shrugged nonchalantly, plating Eddie’s breakfast for him.

“Billy was pissed we were hanging out again. It’s nothing new, don’t worry,” she said, kissing his cheek and moving to the fridge. Eddie closed his eyes with a sigh, and he cut into his omelet.

“It’s onions you don’t like right?” Y/n asked. Eddie smirked and nodded; his cheeks red at the fact she remembered. Y/n grinned and gave him a thumbs up. She poured herself a glass of apple juice, smiling at him over the rim of the cup. Eddie squinted and shook his head, “Behave,” he mouthed.

Y/n bit her lip and shrugged cheekily, prancing off to his room. Wayne leaned back in his chair, watching her until she closed the door behind her.

“So… how long has that been goin on?” He asked his nephew, smiling suggestively. Eddie smiled, poking at the last bite of his breakfast. “About twelve hours. You know, Wayne, I-I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this way about someone before. It’s soon, I know, but…” Eddie trailed off, turning red up to his ears. Wayne smiled, patting the table across from him. Eddie sat down, scooting in close and waiting for Wayne’s words of wisdom.

“Just be careful, Ed. Treat her good. You know better than anyone how easy something can hit rock bottom. I know you like her a lot, I can tell she likes you a whole lot too. Just take care of her. Keep her safe… Watch out for her. Okay, son?” Wayne asked, nodding at him.

Eddie smiled, looked at his bedroom door and nodded. “I will… I promise I will,” he said. Wayne smiled, pat Eddie’s shoulder and stood up, wiping his hands on a paper towel. He closed the blinds and set up his bed, bidding Eddie a goodnight before he got comfy for a nap. Eddie took a breath before going back to his room where Y/n had been hiding out.

She was laying in his bed against the wall, apple juice still in hand as she read a random book she found on his nightstand. “Hey…” Eddie said, grabbing her foot and wiggling it. Y/n snickered, turning the page in his copy of The Hobbit.

“You like The Hobbit?” Eddie asked, crawling over to lay beside her.

Y/n smiled and shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m only one chapter in. I’ll let you know when I decide,” she said.

Eddie laid his head on her shoulder, reading the pages that he practically had memorized at this point. Y/n wrapped her arm around him, letting him lean into her side and hug her tight. Y/n ran her fingers through his hair, making him let out a content hum as he shut his eyes.

“Will you read to me?” Eddie mumbled. Y/n giggled, hummed a ‘sure,’ and started the next paragraph.

“And of course they did none of these dreadful things, and everything was cleaned and put away safe as quick as lightning, while the hobbit was turning round and round in the middle of the kitchen trying to see what they were doing. Then they went back and found Thorin with his feet on the fender smoking a pipe. He was blowing the most enormous smoke-rings, and wherever he told one to go, it went…”

Eddie smiled softly to himself, burying his face in her shoulder. “Is Wayne asleep?” Y/n asked when she finished the page. Eddie nodded, a sleepy ‘mhm’ coming from him. Y/n grinned and put the book on the table before she threw her leg over him and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. Eddie smiled; his eyes still closed as he trailed his hands up her thighs to take her hands.

“We can’t be doin’ that right now, babe… He’s right out there… it’s Saturday,” Eddie mumbled, rubbing circles into her hands with his thumbs. Y/n smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to a hickey she left on his collarbone.

“No sex! I just wanna kiss for a bit…” Y/n said, leaning down and pressing her lips to his. Eddie smiled, sliding his hand into her hair as he kissed her back. They made out lazily in his bed. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck while she was seated in his lap. Eddie ran his hands up her back, rubbing calming paths up and down her spine. Eddie groaned softly, peeking an eye open before he wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over until she was lying beside him. Y/n giggled, looking into his big brown eyes. Eddie smiled softly, brushing his hand across her cheek. Y/n’s eyebrows twitched, seeing that he looked deep in thought as he stared at her.

“What?” She smiled.

Eddie squinted, “W-what does this mean?” He stuttered. Y/n tilted her head like a confused puppy, simply not understanding what he was asking.

“Like, what does this mean for us?” Eddie repeated. Y/n shrugged, very lightly pinching his wrist. She wanted him to ask her. She needed him to ask her. Just… really quickly ask her out. Even if he said something like, “You wanna just keep having sex?” That would be fine too! Though Y/n would really like to be his girlfriend. She could only imagine by the way he treated her as a friend how much better he would treat her as a partner.

“What do you want it to mean?” Y/n asked, smiling softly at him. Eddie bit his lip, hesitating before pulling her impossibly close, not wanting to pop the bubble they’d surrounded themselves with. They both had it in their heads that talking about what they were doing meant that everything had to change, and they didn’t like change. But Eddie’s been told before that sometimes the change was good. That the change didn’t always mean that everything was going bad. Just a new road to go down.

But Eddie was scared. He really liked this girl, and he was afraid if he told her how he felt, asking her out, everything would change. And he didn’t figure for the better.

“W-well, I don’t know, I guess…” Eddie trailed, “I mean… if I asked you to go out with me, like be my girl and stuff… would you say yes?” He mumbled, clenching his fist in her shirt nervously.

Y/n smiled and nodded, tossing her arm over him, and snuggling into him. “Yes?” Eddie asked excitedly. Y/n giggled, “Yes, Eddie, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Eddie’s face broke out into a huge grin and he pulled her forward, pressing his lips to hers again. Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck as his went around her waist. He let Y/n break the kiss first but set his forehead on hers to ground himself.

Y/n smiled, soothing her thumb across his cheekbone. “You okay, pretty boy?” She giggled.

Eddie grinned and hummed, afraid that if he opened his eyes it would all go away. That none of it was real and he was dreaming. That she wasn’t real. But, as if to prove him wrong, Y/n snuggled closer to him, kissing his neck as she nestled as close as she could get.

Eddie drove Y/n home around dinner time, and she made sure they held hands the whole drive. He drew imaginary circles over the back of her hand, listening to her mindlessly talk about something Robin said in gym class.

Eddie walked her up to the door after parking the van in the street. “So… I could pick you up on Monday? For school, I mean,” Eddie said, twirling his hair around his finger. Y/n smiled, looking at her feet but shook her head.

“I wish I could. I gotta be there for Max…” she said with a sad smile.

Eddie snapped and tapped his foot, “Damn… I forgot about him. Fucking shithead. Keeping me away from you,” he giggled.

Y/n laughed and nodded, mumbling ‘yeah, such a shithead’ before Billy stomped out onto the porch. He glowered at them, pushed past Eddie and went straight to his car.

Y/n ran a hand through her hair with a sigh, “I should probably go inside… I’ll see you soon, okay?” She said, standing on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. Eddie smiled and pulled her into a hug. He leaned back and gave her a peck on the lips in goodbye, not missing the surprised look on her face.

“Are we good?” He asked.

Y/n nodded, “Better than good. Bye, love,” she said, stepping inside.

“Bye, babe,” Eddie replied, walking back to his van. Y/n smiled and shut the door, laying her back against it and biting her lip. She covered her face with her hands and giggled into her palms.

“Why are you so happy,” Y/n’s stepdad Neil sneered from his spot on the couch. Y/n’s mom Susan sat next to him with genuine interest in her daughter’s happiness.

“Oh, nothing! I just like it here,” Y/n said, waltzing back into her room. Neil rolled his eyes and turned back to the TV.

Monday morning Y/n walked into first period with a sigh. She almost didn’t do her makeup that morning since she had absolutely no motivation, but she liked making other people uncomfortable with the way she looked.

Eddie was there early that morning for one and he was waiting for her in the chair behind hers. They didn’t get much of a chance to talk because Mr. Mundy called Y/n up to his desk to talk about her grades on the last couple of tests. Once she finally caved and agreed to tutoring from Chrissy Cunningham, class started. Eddie was disappointed but he still got to see her. After class Eddie had a deal, so again, he didn’t get to talk to her. He would just have to watch from afar…

He sighed, leaning against his van and smoking a cigarette during what was supposed to be study hall. Eddie blew out smoke, deciding to sit in the back end of the van and read whatever Stephen King novel Y/n forgot in there.

The second the bell rang, Y/n jumped up from her seat and booked it to the science wing where she knew Eddie would be. And there he was. Digging around in his locker for his history book that was wedged in pretty good with all the other stuff that got shoved in.

“Munson!” Y/n hissed, meeting him at his locker. Eddie smiled down at her, his heart rate picking up when he saw her. “Hey you! I’ve been meaning to call you,” he said, tossing another book in his messy locker.

Y/n ignored her flaming cheeks and smiled, reaching in to pry his history textbook out for him.

“Oh! Thanks!” Eddie laughed, covering his mouth when he snorted.

Y/n giggled, pulling the book away and out of his reach as he reached for it so he could go crawl into a hole and die. “What do I get in return for this act of pure kindness?” she smirked, hugging the book to her chest. “You don’t do anything out of pure kindness, babe,” Eddie replied.

“Just kiss me,” she sighed, leaning up and kissing him.

Eddie smiled, pulling her closer by the belt loop. He was still floored by the fact that she wanted to kiss him like this. On her own. Not because of a dare, not to make a joke of him, but because she wanted to. In front of everyone. Y/n pulled back, setting their foreheads together and scratching the stubble on his jaw. Eddie grinned, placing his hands on her hips.

Of course, the moment had to be ruined by something…

“Okay, lovebirds, let’s get to class!” Mrs. Click said, waving at them to move on. “Come on!” She urged shooing them. Eddie rolled his eyes and stood up straight before he grabbed Y/n’s hands and started walking towards their fourth period. Y/n pulled him to a stop once they rounded the corner with a sinister smile on her face.

“I was thinking of skipping… maybe check out the back of your van?” She giggled, lacing their fingers together and biting her lip to seal the deal. Eddie’s eyes widened and he smiled widely, “You’re a succubus,” he laughed, but still pulled her towards the back parking lot where his van was parked.

“You don’t seem too upset by that,” Y/n said. Eddie turned to her with a huge grin.

“Why would I when I’ve got the prettiest girl in Hawkins for a girlfriend?”

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small author’s note: hey y’all it’s been the longest time omgg I’ve just been really busy with theater and work and school and all kinds of stuff just gross icky shit. But I’m back okie? I say that every time but i mean it for real. Ok love you <3

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vhygoxo · 11 months

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Pale Moonlight

After your grandfather Atera passes you decide to move in with your grandmother. Since this is your gap year after graduating, you get to decide what you want next, assuming this is a great opportunity. Moving to one of your home reserves you're ready to start your new life. When you finally come back after being distanced for so long secrets and mysteries of the reserve start to unravel.

Paul Lahote x Reader

Chapter 6: Discovery

Finally back with a new chapter! Which is probably surprising lol since I took a long break. But I do have more chapters in store. I want this story to be focused on not only being Paul's imprint, but also into the life of the reserve, the characters stories. But other than that enjoy! I know we're in a drought for Paul lahote content. I’ll also be uploading imagines and other Wolfpack content in the future 🫶

Chapters

1. Homecoming

2. Emissary’s

3. Connection

4. Prey

5. Awakening

6. Discovery

As the next morning came I tried to stay in my bed for as long as I could. My eyes eventually fluttered open, my bones felt weary, throat dry and parched.

I wasn’t so sure I wanted to get out of my bed. Not after everything I experienced yesterday. Thinking of all I have to face it made me stuck to my bed.

It’s still hard for me to digest everything. How am I supposed to live knowing what’s truly out there? What type of life awaits me for me?

Vampires are real and one had attacked me. Until Paul Lahote, a man I barely know, was the one to rescue me. All in the form of this huge vicious grey wolf.

Learning about Paul’s true nature, including the others, about how they’re all ‘shifters’. It all made me feel crazy. I wasn’t sure how to react to their explanation. What made me feel crazy was that I somehow understood everything.

Living with my grandparents in the summer and visits in between I learned a lot. Many stories live in my head because of me simply listening to my grandfather.

He wasn’t the type to sit us kids down. Just a few times in the winter for story time if we were lucky. Other than that you’d have to catch him at the right moment.

He’d tell them randomly, while we drank tea, or went for a car drive, even just sitting quiet at home. It all depended on what mood my grandfather was in.

I always believed him even when his stories seemed ridiculous. Our people, indigenous people as a whole, we have certain ways.

Somethings that are even mysterious to us. Stories of folk tales and local creatures were common to hear and know about.

It’s a totally different experiencing said stories in real life. It was easier to think of them as just stories. But now I know that there is truth to such stories. It all made life feel surreal for me.

Eventually I crawled out of bed once the questions in my head started to eat me up. I needed answers, explanations, anything to help me understand. I knew there was only one person that could help me.

My grandmother was up and waiting for me downstairs. I could sense her as I got my self ready. The air was filled with tension and uneasiness.

“My girl” She exclaimed as I came down the stairs. I gave a weak smile before we headed to the couch. Sitting down beside her she squeezed my hand comforting me.

“How did you rest? Are you feeling okay?” My grandmother fussed over me as she brushed the hair away from my face. I smiled and cupped her hand softly.

“I rested well enough. How are you holding up?”

“Oh my girl… I couldn’t help but worry over you. I know you must be going through a lot right now… Thinking a lot… Here have something to eat first. Get your strength back”

With the food ready she and I ate our breakfast. I somehow felt at peace once we began to eat in silence. For this brief moment it felt as if nothing had changed. All I focused on was my grandmother and this moment. Bracing myself for what I know I have to face eventually.

Once we had finished and cleaned up we sat back onto the couch. My grandmother had stepped into her room. Before she came back out carrying a small cedar box.

“What is that?” I asked once she sat down with me. She smiled at me softly before she opened the box. It had initials and some florals carved into the box. Once opened there were small carved trinkets and pictures.

“Your grandfather made me this box. Originally it was meant for jewellery. When he’d go hunting he’d carve me pieces of jewellery made from antlers and bone. Necklaces, rings, earrings, all hand made by him. Little tokens of love and affection. He carved this box for me to keep everything in it. Over the years I kept our memories together in this box”

She skimmed through her stacks of pictures. Old pictures of her and my grandfather as a young couple. Their friends and events they attended. She pulled out a set of pictures for me to look at.

“This was around the time your grandfather shifted. He had just turned 17 before a stray vampire began to lurk around the reserve. It made him and his fellow pack members shift. All of them were only 16-18 at the time”

“Pack members?”

“…What exactly did Sam and his friends tell you?”

She paused to look at me after questioning me. I stopped looking at the pictures to focus. Trying to remember what I was told.

“Well… I know everyone besides Kim and Emily is a wolf. I—I mean shifter, that they take on their spiritual forms, which is the shape of the wolf… right?”

“Yes they’re called shifters. For you to understand I need to explain some things”

My grandmother looked at me eager to know my decision. I could see she was nervous as I was. But I trusted her to know that she’ll be honest and explain everything I don’t understand. I nodded my head in agreement before she started.

“Long ago Taha Aki and our ancestors were blessed with their nature from our relatives the wolves. Fierce spiritual warriors stronger than any force. As a means to protect and guide our tribe. Only certain men in the tribe are blessed with this gift. It’s a lifestyle few can walk”

She handed me a picture of a huge dark grey wolf. Almost as if his fur was black on the top. Looking at the handwriting on the photo inscribed was my grandfathers name.

“They had dealt with the colonizers easily enough. It’s why despite our small tribe we always kept our territory despite many enemy attempts to take it. When our people first came across the cold blooded vampires it changed everything. We had never come across such a threat. Whole villages would be slaughtered in a matter of a few hours at the hands of a few vampires. They looked human but quickly our shifters knew they were unnatural”

I felt my own blood run cold. Terrified at the thought of vampires. My throat felt as if it was slowly closing as I remembered Victoria. How fast she was and how close I was to death.

“When the first shifters killed them they ripped them to pieces. Our warriors decided to collect all the pieces to place together. To inspect and see the vampire up close. Everyone in the village had gathered to come take a look at the beast. It laid there stiff, it’s insides grey and solid, the skin reflected like gemstones. Everyone was amazed our warriors killed such a powerful creature. All until the limbs started to move, quickly the body squirmed to join back together, some pieces did and tried to fight back once more. Pale and cold because they’re undead, immortal, their bodies are made of stone”

I gasped shocked at what I was hearing. It made me think of how Victoria’s skin felt. Like cold sandpaper but solid and hard. There was no softness in her icy grip. Even when Paul bit down onto Victoria I could hear crumbling and cracking. I almost thought she was a porcelain doll with how awful the cracking sounded.

“Quickly the body was tossed and burnt in the fire. All until nothing but ash was left. Burning them is the only way to truly kill a vampire. Our shifters are the only force powerful enough to defeat them. This has been their duty for centuries. Our true protectors and guides of the Quileute tribe”

I sat quiet dumbfounded at what was being told to me. My grandmother just patiently waited and observed my reaction. My mouth was agape from shock and surprise. I wasn’t quite sure what to say but I knew I had questions

“Wow… I… I somehow understand… But I still have a few questions if that’s alright”

“I understand my girl. But you need to know what a heavy responsibility it is to be a shifter. It takes great discipline and dedication. It’s a delicate balance between spiritual and physical nature. If you aren’t balanced it can be volatile. It can be a difficult process harnessing their true nature. There are some aspects you can’t control”

“…Such as imprinting right?” I asked which made her whip her head at me taken aback. Even I sat up straight nervous. I could tell it caught her off guard as she coughed.

“Grandma … I don’t fully know what an imprint is. I didn’t get to fully ask either because I was too shocked and upset. I understand somewhat about how shifting works… All I know is this imprinting with Paul involves me. That’s what they told me from what I remember. I… I just don’t know how I fit into all this. I’m not a shifter or anything magical as far as I know. Or am I? Is this what you're struggling to tell me?”

“No no you’re not a shifter my girl” She said slightly giggling at me. At this point I had too many questions. But I really wanted to know what an imprint is. Since I know this connects me to Paul somehow. What role do I play in all of this? Grandma sighed before she recollected herself.

“Well… Even for me it’s difficult to explain. An imprint connection really depends on the people in the connection. You see when the colonizers came, they took almost everything from us, you know? Genocide, Residential schools, day school, all of it took a toll on our people. It was a struggle to even carry our traditions so most of our teachings about shifters, their nature, what we knew was lost. It’s been about 3 generations since your grandfathers time and since we last had shifters amongst us”

She explained as I sighed defeated. Slowly sinking into my seat. My grandmother rubbed my back in comfort. Before she started to explain once more.

“Over the years we’ve gathered what info we do know about shifters. Some of the teachings have been coming back. All we understand is it’s a lifelong bond. That only happens once a lifetime between a shifter and their imprint. It’s a strong spiritual bond that links two for life. Some even believe it lasts beyond life”

I sat silent for a moment to think. It made me rethink of Paul’s words before I left. His brief explanation to me of what an imprint is.

I remember the look on his face, a frown filled his face with eyes that were sad, one of the reasons I wanted to leave so quickly. I caused a lot of trouble for not only him but for everyone.

“... Y’know…That’s all Paul really said to me before I left… Now that I think about it. I didn’t really understand what he meant at the time. But he said that we— that I can choose what we mean? I’m guessing he meant this imprint connection”

She had grabbed my hand and held it close to her. I sat worried until she gave me a warm smile. There was a short pause before she sighed

“My girl… As much as I want to sit here and explain everything to you. I think it’s best you just talk to Paul”

I felt uncomfortable as soon as she suggested such. I didn’t quite know how to face Paul. I had hardly knew him before all of this. Now I’m suddenly inter-soul-twined with him? It didn’t help he was quite upset about all of this.

“Grandma—“

“Remember I’m an imprint myself. When your grandfather imprinted on me he made sure I understood right away. He just wouldn’t have it either way”

“You were also the one to say you and grandpa got married quickly. Is it because he imprinted on you that you guys got hitched?”

Her face had flushed red it was the first time I’ve ever seen her get flustered. I felt I should’ve bitten my tongue to stop myself. But it was too late the words were spoken.

“Y\n”

“I’m sorry! But I’m just worried. I still don’t fully understand what any of this imprint business has to do with me and Paul. Does this mean I have to get hitched with Paul right away? Like you and grandpa? Except I have to with some stranger I don’t know?—“

“—This is why I’m suggesting you talk to Paul. Imprint connections vary for me and your grandfather it was different. Yes we got married but it was because we loved and eventually understood one another. Not just because of this imprint connection. Y’know we have other imprints on the rez here. They’re great examples of how different imprints can be”

I only knew Sam and Emily were imprints so far. But them too are basically married, already engaged, despite being in their early 20’s. All I knew from Kim was they’ve been together for awhile. Leah didn’t really like Sam from what I understood.

“Like Sam and Emily? But they’re engaged as well”

“Yes but there are others. Quill has his own imprint also you know”

Hearing the words come out of my grandmothers mouth shocked me. This whole time I’ve been home Quill hadn’t bothered to bring up his imprint? Much less let me meet her?

“What? Quill?”

“Yes Quill has his own imprint. I bring it up because his relationship to her is different from that of Sam and Emily, and also me and your grandfathers. Claire young is her name, and she’s only 4, she’s the niece of your friend Emily” Hearing so surprised me and I could feel it express on my face. My grandmother scolded me as I felt myself cringe. I couldn’t help it since it shocked me to know this about Quill.

“They aren’t together y\n but they are imprints. Quill has since taken her in almost as his own daughter. With the approval of her parents of course. They know about all of this also. It was understood that the two needed to be together and Quill decided he would become whatever Claire needed. He’ll become a friend, a brother, a father, whatever Claire needs. For now he serves her as a older brother\father figure”

“… And you said before this is something sacred right?”

“Yes my girl and no one gets to choose their imprint. In the old days we understood imprinting and it’s nature to be more connected to the wolves. Rather than our human nature. It’s why our people never fully questioned it. Wolves bond for life it’s just in their nature. When our ancestors were blessed with the gift of shifting we understood imprinting was one of the gifts that came with it. Instead of questioning we adapted, it’s why it’s important for the imprints, to define the connection between them. Otherwise your connection can falter and be fatal”

“Wait—fatal?” Before she could answer me someone had knocked on the door just then. Interrupting and startling the two of us. Both of us were heavily into our conversation we hardly realized someone was here.

I got up and walked to the door quickly. Opening the door there stood Quill. A solemn look to his face. I was surprised to see him standing here. Usually he texts or calls me to make sure I’m home.

“Hey Y\N”

“Hey…”

“Is that Quill?” Our grandmother asked me, I stood aside to let him in, stepping in he greeted her. She rose from where she sat and came over to us. I wasn’t quite sure how to react to Quill’s sudden appearance.

“I’m glad you stopped by so soon Quill to check on y/n. Me and y\n were just finished visiting. I’m sure you and her have a lot to talk about. So I’ll leave you two as I’ll be heading over to Sue Clearwater’s… I need to thank her for helping you last night”

“Oh— Grandma I’ll come with you I want to thank her too” I said trying to grab my shoes to leave. She shook her head and held my hands. Stopping me from grabbing them.

“My girl it’s okay you stay here and visit with Quill. Let your cousin explain what I can’t. You need all the help you can get”

She assured me, eventually she made her exit, leaving me and Quill alone. Honestly I felt as if my grandma was glad for Quill to step in somehow. After settling in our spots at the porch table outside Quill began to speak.

“Well jeez… I don’t really know where to start… First of all how are you?”

“Me?…I’m not even sure… I feel I’m stuck in shock if we're being honest” This comment earned me a smile from Quill. Who was busy examining my neck and throat area carefully. I opened up my shirt collar to fully show him. I was still feeling tender and sore but there wasn't much redness anymore.

“Sorry I just have to see… When I seen you not moving on Emily's bed I was panicked…I'm just really sorry this happened to you—”

“Quill look I know you're feeling a bit guilty about all of this but it isn't your fault. I’m not severely damaged or anything. I'm fine infact I'm grateful to be alive. How many people can say they were attacked by a vampire and lived?” I attempted to comfort Quill who I could tell was feeling bad. He sighed and shifted in his seat.

“I’m really glad to hear that. Yeah… You’re right I don’t see much scars that’ll be left on you… So that’s good. Honestly… But look y/n… I'm sure you have a lot of questions… Right? About all of this and how you fit into it. I'm here not only to check on you but also uhh… In better terms inform you. So any questions you wanted answered I can help you with”

“Really?”

“Yes really all of us know how it is when you first learn about all… of this. It's confusing and hard. Doesn't make it easier on you since you were attacked” I nodded silently in agreement. Feeling assured by having Quill here to support me. As I sat I thought of what questions I wanted to ask.

“I just wanted to be the first to tell you of how much support you can rely on. In truth I’m so glad you finally know about this. It was a struggle for me not to say anything to you. But I want you to know you can depend on me for anything”

“Really? You were going to tell me before I was attacked?”

“Yes of course and all of us here who know about it. We just wanted to ease you into this life but shit happened so fast. But good thing is you finally know. We all support each other here and now you’re one of us. You’ll learn who all knows eventually” Quill said earnestly which even I could feel he was being honest. It was a true comfort to hear that from him.

“Thanks Quill. I appreciate it truly, y’know at first of course this was all scary, but since I woke up I somehow feel better about all of this. The more I listen and understand anyway”

“Really? I’m glad to hear that. Of course I don’t want you to be shy to ask anything. But I don’t wanna push your limits and overwhelm you y’know? Do you think you can handle it all?” He sat awaiting for my answer. I nodded and took a deep breath in as an attempt to calm my nerves.

“So shoot your shot and I'll do my best to answer”

“Okay… Can we talk about when you first shifted?” Quill sat for a moment thinking back. He opened his mouth to speak but paused once more. I could tell he was nervous about all this also.

“Ok well… I shifted a bit after grandpa died, sometime after Jake and Embry, it was crazy y\n. I was younger back then. I thought I was going through some crazy growth spurt. I was constantly angry or on edge. It wasn’t until Sam approached me along with the boys. Once they told me about everything…I just… I just tried to survive. Y’know? Its been crazy to adjust to. But all in all it isn’t hard to maintain. It’s definitely a different lifestyle I thought I’d live”

“Yeah that I can understand. But can I ask what about your imprint? Grandma was telling me about some little girl named Claire? What’s that all about”

“You heard about Claire?” Quill asked as he started to sweat. I could tell he was becoming more nervous. I nodded yes and awaited for an answer.

“You understand how imprints work right? I—I’m sure grandma told you by now”

“She did and I somewhat understand. Not as fully as I’d like to since everyone keeps telling me I define it? I don’t know to be honest. I’m just curious on what you and Claire’s connection is like. If you don’t mind me asking”

“Well… All I can say that part is true, about defining it, me and Claire for example. I don’t know if you know but she’s only four. For her… She views me as an older brother. And that I will be since it’s what she decided. That’s something I’m fine with, with our bond it’s sacred, and I’m blessed to be chosen as her sworn protecter. And in a way she’s also my own protector” After hearing Quill’s words it made me feel reassured somehow. Realizing despite this divine connection both can still have a decision on the matter. Maybe Paul really was my own sworn protector. It could even be that I’m Paul’s protector. Who fully knows?

“… How do you feel about being Paul's imprint?” Quill asked me and I felt my stomach rise. Not that I was feeling scared but I felt more nervous than anything. I wasn’t even sure what to say to Quill. Although I liked and respected him I don’t know who he is fully.

“I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. I hardly know Paul and suddenly we're… we're… I don't even know yet…” We sat in silence for a moment before Quill patted my back again. Although I was struggling it was a comfort to know I have Quill with me.

“There's a lot you still need to learn about. But you don't have to figure out all of it today. Just take your time we all figured you'll be resting for the next couple of days”

“By we do you mean Paul, Sam, and the others?”

“Yeah… We're all pretty close… Soon you will be too” Quill said assuring me. Talking with him was making me remember how I was back at Emily’s house. Since I was so stressed I reacted pretty harshly to them all. I felt betrayed somehow and scorned. After the smoke cleared I feel I shouldn’t have behaved that way. I wasn’t sure how to face any of them again.

Paul crossed my mind as well, I wished to know what he feels about all of this, how he views this connection. Remembering how he saved me from a worser fate. If we are truly bonded then how do we move forward?

“Quill… From what I remember you guys are mindlinked right? Or is it interlinked?” I asked him and he smiled. “You can call it a mind link yes” he sort of laughed before correcting me.

“Well.. either way… can I ask something?”

“Anything”

“Do you know how Paul feels about this?” This made Quill straighten his posture, feeling he was nervous again, he sat quiet for a moment. Almost as if he was deep in thought. I wondered how their mindlink was for them to experience.

“I know a little a bit about the mind link. You guys can understand each other in the pack… right? Or maybe you can explain it to me”

“Well… Yeah… it's hard to explain. I don't know what Paul thinks exactly including the others. But I can feel everyone’s emotion in the moment if that makes sense. If I tap in now I’ll know what he’s feeling but not what he’s thinking of or seeing specifically. An example is I can sense he’s angry but I won’t know what’s making him angry unless I ask. —Not saying he is angry right now! I’m just saying as an example. Just to be clear ok?"

“Oh? Oh okay…”

“The only one who can send ‘messages’ at any moment is the alpha. Our leader who is currently Sam. He can send and cross the boundaries in our mind at any given point. It’s like a huge group chat when we're wolves though. We can hear every thought from each other wether we like it or not. This is to help coordinate us but most of the time we’re all pissing each other off"

“Really?… That's actually really cool” I said smiling at him. Quill finally relaxed after explaining everything. Looking relieved and proud of how I was handling everything. Quill paused for a moment before scratching his head. Closing his eyes to breath in and out. He was deep in thought before he sat up to speak.

“From what I can pick up and understand is Paul feels… Worried”

“Worried? About what?” I asked and somehow this made Quill laugh. Confused I raised a brow at him. He shifted in his seat realizing his behavior.

“More like what aren’t we worried about. Look y/n we're dealing with the vampires, Victoria, the cullen family, Bella and Jacob their whole mess, shit just straight up surviving. Next is your sudden attack—”

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. As if all the nerves in my body were being alerted. Looking around I didn’t realize Quill stopped mid sentence. He too could sense someone coming. Suddenly a truck revved in the approach.

It was a huge black truck, I hadn’t seen it before, even if I did I wouldn’t recognize who owned it. It wasn’t long before they parked. Out from the drivers door stood Paul his self.

Looking at my phone I realized I had missed a 2 texts from him. One asking if I was up, and another that he was on his way, I hadn’t checked my phone all morning. Paul looked so big, he was almost taller than his truck, seeing him come closer I felt my heart race. I didn't think he would show up so soon.

“Y/N”

“Paul”

I called out surprised as he walked up to the two of us. I couldn’t help but take note of his build and size. Quill got up and grabbed his hand, in turn Paul pulled him for a hug, they did briefly before they both patted each others back with strength.

“Well I appreciate it Quill. Truly. Don't be afraid to drop by more” I said as Quill came over to hug me next. He agreed before pulling away to make his exit. Suddenly my eyes met Paul's as he walked over to sit down in Quills spot.

“It was great seeing you y\n but I gotta go. I just wanted to stop in and check on you before this guy did. While I was on my break anyway” Quill said as Paul smiled at him.

“You were lucky to not be on morning shift you shitass” Paul replied. At this point I hardly seen him smile. It made him look more kind I noticed.

“Ill message you guys later” Quill said as he slightly smirked at me. I felt my face flush warm, across my nose and under my eyes, I didn't even want to face Paul in fear he'll see my face like this.

His eyes were dark and fierce. I wasn't scared but more nervous, I felt super aware of myself, and how I looked. I didn't expect to see him so soon. I wasn’t sure how to face him after everything.

We watched Quill run to the treeline. Quickly shifting into his wolf form. I gasped and paused to watch him. Amazed at such a sight although it was quick. Disappearing fast into the tree line.

“It's good to see you. How are you feeling?”

“Me?… I’ve been better… it’s good to see you too… What brings you by?” I asked finally sitting down back into my chair. Hoping I didn't come off as too nervous. He smirked and kept his stare into me.

“Well you of course. How did you sleep?” He asked looking at me more than curious. Saying such words as if it were matter of fact. Being around Paul in a setting like this, with his questions, it all made me blush.

“I uh… I slept okay after I had my meds… I didn't really get to thank you or any of you guys properly for the help you gave me” I said which made him shake his head no.

“There's no need for that. We're all just glad you're safe… And—” he had paused before closing his mouth. Looking like he was afraid to utter another word. I furrowed my brows waiting for him to finish.

“And?”

“… Unchanged… Look it's just… We were worried you might've…”

“Unchanged?… You mean turn into a Vampire? Like Victoria?”

I finished his words since he was apprehensive. Paul looked a bit shocked I said so before him. But he nodded and agreed with me. I felt my heart rate steadily rising. Thankful myself I wasn’t changed.

Paul's eyes trailed down to my neck. Except his stare was intense, eyes lingering, along the collar of my shirt. I felt I was under a microscope.

His eyes wondered everywhere for a moment. But somehow I didn’t mind. It reminded me of how Quill behaved just earlier. I looked at him as I spread the collar of my shirt slightly. I wasn’t sure why I was so willing to show him my wounds. Maybe because I knew he needed reassurance.

Finally I realized I was sitting with my neck and chest flushed open. Almost as if he noticed how it was making me feel he pulled back and adjusted his self. His stare softened as I fixed my shirt.

“Sorry… I just want to make sure you’re not too hurt…” he said explaining his self. Eyes peering downwards staring at his hands. I smiled at his somewhat meek behaviour.

“It's okay that's how Quill was too. But I'm fine now, really, there isn’t much wounds or scars thankfully. The meds help with what pain I have… And also…” I trailed on nervously. I wasn’t sure how to bring up the imprint situation with him. I wasn’t quite sure how sensitive this was to him.

But Paul held onto every word I was saying. He awaited for me to continue on. Looking at my lips while I talked.

“Uh… I had a talk with him and my grandmother. About everything so far…” I said as he leaned in closer. Raising his eyebrows I could tell he was earnest in what I had to say.

“It was… Hard when this first happened to me. But somehow I feel more at ease.. Especially with what I know now… I feel sorry for how I reacted last night… it wasn’t right of me”

Again Paul shook his head, this time he made sure to face me, I looked up back at him. My hearts pounding so loud now I wonder if he can hear it. I also wonder how sensitive their senses are since they’re wolves.

“Don't be sorry for anything. If anything it should be me apologizing. I really am sorry y\n. I wasn't fast enough to be there for you in time. I should’ve just came straight to your place instead of you walking to meet me. Hell I should’ve just picked you up as planned”

“Paul wait—”

“You were never supposed to be in involved in something like this. Ever. If I wasn’t so slow in meeting you this wouldn’t have happened at all—”

“Paul—”

“If I was even a second late to get to you—”

I felt my hand reach across to him. Instead of holding his hand I touched the arm of his chair. Like an instinct I felt I had to stop him from speaking anymore.

“But you weren’t a second late. You were able to save me before anything happened. There’s no use worrying over something that didn’t happen. I’m here alive and unchanged shouldn’t that matter?”

With how silent Paul became I wondered if I said something wrong. Or maybe he was the type of guy who didn’t like people interrupting him. Either way I felt as if I did something to him.

Paul looked surprised at my words as he looked at me. His gaze softened and he took a deep breath. I could see his huge shoulders relax as he nodded in agreement. His brows were still furrowed.

“No… You’re right… I am really glad you are here safe and sound… It does matter” A soft grin spread across his face. I wasn’t with him long but already I wondered why was I ever scared of a man like this. If he wanted to hurt me he would’ve just let Victoria have me. Why waste his time?

“So… You talked to Quill and your grandma? What did they have to say”

“Well… They tried helping me understand how shifting works and everything attached… including um…” I paused feeling my stomach doing flips trying to say imprinting. But with Paul here so close to me. Staring at me intently holding on to my every word. I felt so nervous to even bring it up.

It wasn’t just some connection, this is serious, imprinting is a literal soul connection. As much as I liked Paul I didn’t quite know him yet. And this is a serious soul tie that somehow links us. Paul laughed slightly as my face flushed red.

“You’re feeling better right? I know you’re still learning things. Especially about imprinting”he said not even shy to admit it. As if he was looking for a rise in me he paused. I scoffed at him which earned me another handsome smile from him.

“We don't have to figure out everything right now y\n. I know this is a lot for you so I don't want to push anything on to you”

“Actually I want to talk about this whole imprinting thing. If you're alright with that. The more that’s explained I feel better” I asked Paul to ensure he was ready. To which he nodded his head agreeing with me.

“That's fine. So, what do you want to know?” Paul asked me curious. I braced myself mentally for what I was about to bring up.

“It's just… I don't understand what makes our imprint connection” This had made him stunned from what I could tell. He leaned back in his chair thinking hard. Paul’s overall energy is intense, even though he’s nice, I can’t help but feel intimidated.

“Everyone else has their own… definition. Quill and Claire they're basically siblings… Emily and Sam are going to be married… What about us?” The more I spoke the more I felt my face flush warm. I felt as if I was poking a sleeping bear to wake. Or in this case a wolf. I didn't know Paul enough to know how'd he react.

“Well… I don't expect you to remember but back at Emily's. I had told you that we both decide what our connection is. This imprint bond connects us mind and body. But we have to define it. For now let's just decide to be friends” Paul said with a sincere smile. I felt myself relax at ease knowing his thoughts.

“Friends?” I questioned him also a bit surprised by his suggestion. Paul had sat up straight in his chair hearing me say this.

“Or I could just serve as your protector. Nothing more. Guard you and your home for the time being. You're probably feeling uneasy about Victoria and all the other leeches lurking around—”

“I wouldn't mind being friends with you Paul” I corrected him. Of course I wanted to be friends. I just didn't want to force anything onto him. Friends is a great start to try and navigate this connection.

His handsome face smiled at me once more. And I could feel my heart beat quicken whilst looking at him. It was crazy to think how this imprint bond strongly influenced me.

“Alright friends it is then. But I'll still be serving as your protector anyway”

“My protector huh? How generous”

“It really isn’t. It’s the least I can do after everything you went through. This is what my role is as your imprint” I could sense Paul was serious especially with his tone of voice. All I could do was nod my head in agreement. Soon Paul stood up from where he sat.

“You’re feeling better right? How do you feel about us going to Emily’s?” He asked me as he looked down at me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see everyone. I hesitated to answer to which I think he could sense my unease.

“I think it’d be good for you to talk to all of them. They’ve been worried about you also. And I’m sure they can help you adjust to all of… this” Paul suggested to which I gave a weak smile. I shrugged my shoulders before I stood up to join him. I was going to have to face all of them eventually.

“Sure… I mean it’s just…” I felt hesitant about going back to Emily’s. To which I tried to explain myself to Paul. Who had turned to face me. His huge figure made it feel as if he was looming right over me.

“Don't worry we'll just go for a bit. If you feel uncomfortable or it's too much ill drive you back home. OK?” Paul said trying to assure me. I nodded as we walked to his parked truck. He had followed me to my side of the truck. Opening the door for me to get in I was surprised by his manners. Instead of questioning I just got in.

I couldn't help but like him a little more after such a gesture. As he walked around back to the driver's seat I adjusted my hair. Worrying about my appearance. Getting in the truck he smirked before starting the engine. Pulling into reverse and exiting the approach. He handed me the aux cord to which I refused.

“You don't wanna play music? I have bluetooth if you don't wanna use the aux”

“It's alright, you can put something on, it's your truck” I said as he shrugged his shoulders. Using Bluetooth he connected his phone to the stereo. A familiar song came on that surprised me.

“Is this /favoritebandsname l playing right now?” I asked curiously as his smile widened. His dark eyes still on the road.

“You like them too?’

Paul asked to which I nodded my head profusely. It made me happy to at least have similar music taste. From how Paul is I assumed he'd be my opposite. He had turned the knob for the volume up, the music blaring out the truck, I started to feel better. Definitely more relaxed and calm than this morning.

The two of us drove down the road, windows slightly open, as music filled the air. As I tried to mentally prepare myself to face everyone back at Emily's. Although It was a comfort to know that Paul would be by my side through this. I braced myself for what has yet to come.

End of chapter 6 what y’all think? To stay updated on new chapters follow me and turn on notifications 🤍

#paul lahote #paullahote #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagines #twilight #twilight renaissance #paul lahote imagine #twilight fanfiction #twilight pack #paul lahote x you #paul lahote x y/n #quileute #twilight imagine #twilight wolves #wolfpack #quill atera

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linda-likes-to-draw · 1 year

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Ok hear me out

Chrysanthe as a dad. (+Miraak)

I actually had these finished a long, long long time ago but never uploaded them xD so here they are! GHD Timeskip!AU featuring Chry and Miraak as dads. How wholesome. This was all just an excuse to draw family shenanigans with Chry and Miraak sksksk

(the first two panel did not happen btw. it was a joke from the server xD Chry would be So Not Thrilled to know their baby is stolen and their parents killed by Miraak.)

After the whole Alduin Business they decided to get a baby from an orphanage! Hooray! I have never actually decided what the baby's name should be. Maybe @99corentine you'd like to choose one for them? 👀

And also have these two where. Chry has like 4 babies because we thought ''hey let's give them MORE'' and boom.

Info about the babies below!

Basically the Nord+Altmer kid is their lovechild(as in their biological son) gifted by Mara(cuz you know. they gay. can't really give birth.) Chry & Miraak got really confused but still kinda rolled with it. This baby has both Chry & Miraak's traits, having slightly pointy ears and a mix of white + golden hair, and has mostly Miraak's fight-y personality but still listens to Chry if he scolds them. They are Miraak's favorite and so they feel proud about it.

The Snow Elf, however, was made bc I accidentally misinterpreted @/mellowscrolls' convo and thought Erandur somehow got another child from Mara and was told to give them to Chry xD they are very shy, and clings to Chry the most. Miraak scares them a little due to his ominous aura lol They also like Erandur a lot! cuz he was the one that took care of them first hehe

The HERMAEUS MORA ONE, HOWEVER, is there simply and solely bc HM wanted to mess with Chry & Miraak. So after he heard that they got so many babies, for some reason, snatched/created a baby himself and corrupted it with his daedric dark magic or something. and just. left it at Chry's front door lmao Chry and Miraak did NOT take them well at first. Miraak in particular, as he refuses to even acknowledge them. Chry was afraid of it, thinking they could be HM's pawn. But, this kid was, in fact, just a kid. They are corrupted by Mora, but they were actually not influenced by him at all. They still maintain their toddler mind. And so Chry refused to kill them, as much as Miraak suggested to.

Chry starts to warm up to this half-daedra a little, but he is always unable to stare into their face, which is covered with numerous Hermaeus' eyes. Does HM have the ability to spy on them through those eyes? Nobody knows. They can also summon tentacles, which freaked Chry & Miraak out very much, so this ability was never brought back out again.

Because of both parent being wary of them, this baby is more mature and understands how different they are and does not blame either of them. They are actually a very sweet kid and takes care of all their siblings. But they know how much of a ''monster'' they are. They know about HM, they even hear his whispers to hurt Chry & Miraak when they sleep, and so they despise him, even if he was their ''creator''. They love their new parents and would never hurt them.

As they grew, maybe Miraak finally took pity and hand-carved a wodden mask for them to wear outside. They treasure this gift with their whole being as it was the first time the nord father cared for them.

Chry needs rest.

#oh boy this was long #i wanted to draw all of them in digital but im in an art block #so have these!#i love these babies with all my heart #gol hah dov #my art #fanart #skyrim #chrysanthe #chry #miraak #lucien flavius #ghd baby au #erandur

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afewbitsandpieces · 8 months

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Deltarune Text Project Update #3

(View WIP Text Project Here)

After far too long, here’s another update to the Deltarune Text Project - 99% Complete edition!

To Recap:

- There is actually several pieces of dialogue that I have tried to get, but otherwise cannot get anymore because I don’t know the conditions, or some sort of internal data prevents me from getting it again: - Kris’s name on 1st save file: If I remember right, this has to do with getting completion data on Chapter 1, so since I’ve finished Chapter 1 several times by now, I can no longer get this. - Green File Select screen in Chapter 1: Essentially the same as the above. - The last Weird Route Save Point dialogue won’t show up again, presumably because it’s already been completed once before.

There is also several pieces of battle dialogue that I’m not sure can actually be gotten, or I otherwise don’t know how to trigger them in-game:

- Rudinn: - Rudinn is alright with not fighting. [Spare conditions met]

- Hathy: - Hathy's beat slows. [Tired] - Hathy is skipping beats. [Spare conditions met]

- Jigsawry: - Jigsawry looks happy about its life. [Spare conditions met]

- Ponman: - Ponman is sleeping soundly. [Sleepy]

- K. Round: - K.Round looks weak. [Tired] - K.Round's shuffle becomes lethargic. [Low HP]

- Rabbick: - You and Ralsei warned Rabbick about Susie. The enemy went on guard... [Warned] - Rabbick is now nice and clean. [Spare conditions met]

- Clover: - Clover seems to be getting along with herselves. [Spare conditions met]

- Lancer 2: - Huh? What was that? [After Susie blocks Lancer's ears from "The Final Blow of Kindness"]

- Rudinn Ranger: - Rudinn Ranger seems totally flattered. [Spare conditions met]

- Head Hathy: - Head Hathy blocked the way! [Encounter] - Head Hathy's beat slows. [Tired] - Head Hathy is skipping beats. [Spare conditions met]

- Jevil: - JEVIL got more TIRED! [Hypnosis, if JEVIL is not sufficiently tired]

- Werewire: - Werewire swung in! [Encounter] - Werewire and Maus swung down like stringed superheroes! [Unused encounter with Maus]

- Ambyu-Lance: - Ambyu-Lance and its pet appeared! [Encounter with ?]

- Maus: - Smells like wood shavings. [Neutral] - Maus would like to go to its favorite bistro in this marvelous city. [Neutral]

- Spamton: - $VAULES$ (rarely)

- Swatchling: - Please enjoy this complimentary shockwave. [Red] - What? The lasagna has some kind of explosive in it? [Blue, rare]

IN ADDITION: Like the Undertale Text Project, there's now an “X. Miscellaneous” folder of interesting things in the game: - Chapter & Route Stat Changes (’Power’ Section) - Character Spells (’Power’ Section) - Character Titles (’Power’ Section) - Configuration - ‘Everyman’ Sightings & Mentions - Game Over Screens - ICE-E Sightings & Mentions - Items - 1. Equippable Items - 2. Healing Items - 3. Light World Weapons & Armor - 4. Throwing Away Items - 5. Miscellaneous Items - 6. In-Battle Descriptions - X. Key Items (& Lancer) - X2. Too Many Items - Missing An Attack - Sans’s Number - Save Point Messages - Toriel Phone Calls

If any of you feel that there’s something else that deserves it’s own folder in the Miscellaneous section, feel free to let me know!

With all that said, if there are any suggestions to make such as missing screencaps to get (and how to get them), folder naming suggestions, etc., feel free to let me know.

(By the way, if you’re [rightfully] wondering why this took so long, it’s a couple of things: one is that both chapters put together are surprisingly long, two is that I don’t have useful tools like an in-game script, save file editing, and room/event numbers like for Undertale, three is that so far I’m going at this completely alone instead of having a group effort, and four is that at one point I kinda just got burnt out and needed a temporary break after so many replays lol)

(By the way #2: For SOME reason, updating the Chapter 2 folder is claiming there’s “upload problems” with 9 out of the total 10593 files and I have zero idea which files those are, so if someone manages to find a spot where some images are clearly missing, please let me know!)

#deltarune #deltarune screencaps #deltarune spoilers #kris #susie #ralsei #lancer #noelle #berdly #snowgrave #weird route #glad to finally get this updated after all this time #even if it took longer than I expected

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nokomento · 1 year

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FFXIV contests noko has joined (so far)

they just announced the reaper/sage design contest winner i’m reminded that i’ve entered every. single. one. of their contests.

(i’ve never won a single one but i also never learn my lesson lmao)

here are my entries from latest to the very first ⊙ω⊙

(long post maybe)

2022/12/13 - Reaper/Sage Weapon Design Contest

the sage one is a joke i never entered it lmao

2022/04/28 - Weapon Design Contest (i think this took the longest to announce winners i forgot)

I can’t find my final draft with all the info written down for some reason….. but i rmb the WHM weapon didn’t make it in time lmao

2018/09/28 - Gear Design Contest - Melee/Physical Ranged DPS

i only entered for ranged because it’s my main lmao

2017/08/01 - FFXIV Furnishing Design Contest

i actually had fun with these hehe i think the fallen log one had another winning entry that looked like it so it sorta made it ingame lmao i had a third but once again didn’t make it (noko lol)

2017/04/06 - Gear Design Contest - Ranged Magic DPS/ Healer Edition

the Cerise Sorcerer (Ranged Magic DPS) actually got shortlisted for this one

The healer one is actually inspired by FFX lmao (sad noko)

And the thing that started it all

2016/08/27 - Gear Design Contest - Tank Edition

i think this one got shortlisted as well but i forgot all i rmb is someone made their own list on reddit lmao and placed this on their number one and then the comments came lmao

and that’s it UωU

one thing say (to myself or if they have future ones) is that you cannot upload via mobile or ipad… you need a pc even tho it fits under the file size requirement

just something i found odd

#nkmtart #ffxiv #ffxiv design contests #official ffxiv contest #nokotalks #noko doesn’t win contests ever lol

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lorangechim · 2 years

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The one about a party and a stolen kiss.

Summary: In which you have a massive crush on your best friend Johnny, he gets a little drunk and a little jealous.

Words: 2,089

Genre: Fluff, my trademark.

WARNINGS: None, just pure fluff. Maybe drinking ? It’s a tiny mention but, still. Oh! The ending is kinda ambiguous so, take that into account lol.

AN: Hello! This is my second attempt at uploading a fanfic here on tumblr lol, I posted this same oneshot on AO3 a few months back and I’ve decided to bring it to tumblr too. Hope you enjoy it, leave a like or comment!.

The cold air blew strongly hitting my already red cheeks. A few meters away someone stumbled on a plastic red cup and it made an ugly scratchy sound that was soon swallowed by the strong bass coming from the big black speaker on the floor.

I curled in on myself on the chair I was sitting on, in an attempt to warm up a little, holding my best friend’s beer bottle to my chest, almost hugging it and stuck my free hand inside my coat’s pocket.

Johnny will have to endure endless movie nights watching the 2005 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice over and over for dragging me out to yet another one of his friends’ parties in this cold ass weather.

My fingers are numb from the cold liquid inside the bottle and I’m pretty sure my nails will be purple by the time Johnny finally comes back and takes this wretched bottle from my hand. Why does he even like beer anyways? It tastes horribly and smells even worse.

Just as I’m scowling at the bottle and wondering just what the hell took Johnny so long, a flash of movement catches my eye and I see his head peeking above a group of people hanging around near the table filled with chips and various bottles of alcohol. Only when he was a couple steps away did I notice the paper cup covered almost entirely by his hand.

“Here” he said, holding the cup in front of my face

Quickly, I pulled my hand out of my pocket and took it from him, noticing how much bigger it looked now that I was holding it.

I looked up to look at him, “What?”

“It’s tea, I could see your teeth chattering from over there and asked Mark if I could steal some his roommate's fancy infusions”

The fluttery feeling in my chest made me smile and in a poor attempt to ignore it, I dramatically cried out to my best friend “Johnny, you life saver!” Pushing the beer to his chest.

Laughing, he quickly grabbed it brushing his knuckles against my own and sat on the empty plastic chair beside me. The flutter returned tenfold and before my thoughts wandered too far from reality, wondering if he also felt the same sensation his fingers left behind on mine from that single fleeting touch a moment ago. I raised my hand up to his face and pressed my still tingly, and very cold fingers to his cheek.

“Look, I can’t feel my fingers” I smiled teasingly.

He jumped up at the feeling “Holy shit!” He said, eyes opened wide and looking straight into yours.

You lowered your hand, laughing at his reaction. “You took your sweet time out there and I almost lost my hand to frostbite!”, I cried out. Johnny threw his head back and joined my quiet laughing.

He took a sip from the glass bottle he was now holding and with his free hand he reached out and took mine. The contrast between his big warm hand and my small frozen one brought a shiver down my spine and I happily welcomed the warmth he provided and allowed myself to enjoy the butterflies his touch awakened inside my stomach if only for a little while.

He placed the bottle on the ground next to his feet and tugged down the sleeve of his hoodie to cover his cold hand and placed it on top of mine sandwiching it.

He started rubbing his covered hand on mine, trying to warm it up “I brought you tea though” he smiled smugly. I rolled my eyes, faking annoyance.

And it was at moments like this that I found it incredibly hard to suppress my harboring feelings for him. When he was so close to me that I could count his eyelashes and his touch was warm on my skin. I felt as if though with one single look at me, he could see it written on my forehead “I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU”

A loud rumble of laughter snapped me out of my thoughts and I squeezed Johnny’s bare hand, looking up to him and smiling a grateful smile and slipping my hand from between his. My fingers tensed for a second and I grabbed my steaming cup of tea with both hands a little too hard, the liquid almost spilling.

For a second, confusion flashed on Johnny’s eyes, always so perceptive. “Wha-”, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud “JOHN!” Jaehyun was waving his hand in the air and calling him over to the beer pong table in the center of the patio.

He signaled Jaehyun to wait up and looked back at me, and I knew what he was thinking before he spoke.

"Go, I'll be fine" he didn't want to leave me alone.

"Are you sure? Mark can play instead of me"

"And have Jae direct murderous glances at me because, and I quote 'I stole his best man'? No thanks" I finished taking a sip of my tea.

He laughed "Ok, I will be quick then" he stood up and started walking to the table.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll lose in no time!" I screamed after him. He turned around making a hurt face that made me laugh.

However, he was still not satisfied and when he reached the table he brought Taeyong closer by his shoulder whispering something to him. Taeyong's eyes fell on me and he nodded at whatever Johnny was telling him. The guys started to make teams for the beer pong match and Taeyong started to walk over to me.

The green tea warmed me up enough to be comfortable. The night progressed slowly and a thick layer of fog settled over the backyard simultaneous to the way Johnny’s tongue started to slur some of his words and he started making bigger hand gestures when he talked to his friends as he became tipsier with every sip he took from his beer and the drinking games his friends called him out to play.

Taeyong was excitedly telling me about this new fish tank he had started to put together. I was enjoying the excitement and the shine in his eyes as he talked and showed me pictures of it on his phone. I was laughing at the cute names Taeyong gave his crabs when suddenly I felt a thud on my shoulder.

Startled, I turned my head to my right and found Johnny’s head there, almost by instinct, I moved my opposite hand and patted his hair.

“You ok there?” I laughed. I knew he was not drunk, he was the tallest guy I knew and he was able to hold his alcohol very well but I still asked.

He groaned a little nodding, making me and Taeyong laugh. I turned away from him and looked at Taeyong. “I think the rounds of beer pong with Leo caught up to him a little” I smiled.

Taeyong laughed and peeked over to Johnny “Do you want some water dude?"

Johnny's cheek was squished on my shoulder but he still managed to nod.

"Ok, I'll be back"

Taeyong got up and I shouted a quick thanks to him before he walked too far. I was still looking in his direction and smiling when it happened.

The first thing I felt was a soft thud on my cheek and then something wet followed by a smack. It took me a moment and then...

"Did you just kiss me?" I was looking at Johnny with wide eyes, trying (and failing) to hide the smile that threatened to stretch over my face and the shock because ‘what the hell?!’ He was not that drunk... was he?

All he did was laugh and then "Yes". I could not believe what was happening. What was even happening?

"I didn't think you were this drunk" I said jokingly. Smiling over how dumb and sudden that peck was. But I was still searching his eyes for something to tell me what was going on inside his head.

Johnny threw his head back laughing "I'm not drunk!" And then paused before he rushed out "Well, maybe a little but you were making googly eyes at Taeyong looking all pretty with your red nose and you were ignoring me!!"

I let out a chortle "Are you kidding? It's Taeyong! Taeyong who stops on the street to help dogs cross the street without the risk of getting run over. Everyone makes googly eyes at him" I laughed. His words didn't even register fully in my brain.

He frowned at me "Stop laughing!" And that made me laugh harder and louder.

"This is so ridiculous, what are you even saying? Were you jealous or something?" And this time I stopped laughing.

He looked everywhere but at my eyes "And if I was?"

I lifted my arm to hug his shoulders and began cooing "Aww you will always be my best friend John, don't wo-" he turned his head and his face was now so close our noses almost touched.

"Just your friend?" He asked in a serious tone. My head started spinning and I didn't understand what he was asking. Like, I did but at the same time I didn't.

"What?" I asked.

"I like y-" I slapped a hand over his mouth and shut him up.

"Oh no no, you can't be saying these things drunk"

"Mmnt dnk!" He mumbled into my hand with wider eyes, the ones he made when he was annoyed. I ignored him and kept talking over the sounds he was making.

"You won't even remember this tomorrow! And then I will feel like a dumbass for getting my hopes up." I was talking without thinking and only when I stopped talking, my brain caught up with my mouth and I looked at him in horror.

His eyes were wide too, but they faded quickly and a mischievous glint replaced the surprise. He grabbed my wrist to remove the hand that was still covering his mouth so he could start talking, but I pressed it harder.

"No, you are not sober enough for this. Just forget it ok?”

Johnny glared at me, and I could tell he was fed up. He looked down gesturing to my hand, I gave him a pointed look to remind him to drop the subject. He raised his hands in innocence as if to say ‘I won’t talk about it’. So finally, I dropped my hand.

“If I still remember tomorrow, can we talk about it?”

I sighed, feeling my shoulders tense up a little annoyed, mostly at myself since I had already begun to get my hopes up. To dream, to think about what if’s and to wonder what could happen.

From the corner of my eye I could spot a figure in the distance walking in our direction, and I remembered where we were.

“Sure, if you can remember this whole conversation happened, we can talk about it”

He smiled, a little too flirty and a little too smugly, but it was just pure Johnny. I faked annoyance and pretended my heart didn’t flutter. A moment later Taeyong sat back down with us and gave Johnny a cup of water.

For a moment, I stared at my best friend, my crush. Still trying to figure out what was going on inside his head, was I really that dense to not notice he might like me as more than friends? Yes, yes I was. It wouldn’t be the first time I failed to notice someone’s feelings towards me until someone else pointed out the obvious.

I must’ve stared for too long because Johnny caught my eyes, a knowing look crossed his face and the bastard dared to wink. I stifled a laugh and turned away from him, at the boisterous screams coming from the beer pong table.

Tomorrow, I can deal with my feelings tomorrow.

~~~~~

The next morning when I woke up, I stretched my hand to grab my phone.

I opened my messaging app, quickly scanning through the unread messages from friends letting me know they arrived home safely yesterday. But I opened one chatroom, the message from about a half an hour ago.

[Text message]

From Johnny 🦕:

“Wanna have breakfast?” (11:00 am)

“I’ll buy if you promise not to shut me up with your hand over my mouth ;)” (11:03 am)

I took a sharp breath, my mouth suddenly dry.

He remembered.

END.

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densi-mber · 4 months

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Special Agent Plant Killer Blye

AN: Hi there¡ Set in 4x12, Paper Soldiers. This deleted scene pic is still one of my biggest missing scenes for Densi. It would have been adorable to watch them banter and then create a more intimate/friendly moment.

*Pic source: Jacqniv’ IG, 4x12 Deleted scen

e. (Hope I uploaded it as it should, lol)

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Densimber. Day 17 Prompt: Write a missing Kensi, Deeks, or Densi scene.

The case was solved, the day was over. It’s been a long and stressful week so the team began gathering up all their belongings to go home for the weekend. They were skipping their usual Friday’ night beer this time, still they stayed inside the mission for about an hour talking about their plans and of course, they took that moment to deepen into Kensi’s misfortune with gardening.

As usual, Deeks began naming all the plants that she killed since they first met, coming up with ridiculous stories about their death cause. Kensi tried to defend herself but Callen and Sam joined the party on Deeks’ side, so her fight was completely lost.

“Okay, I’m leaving. Please be careful and do a favor to human kind, do not get close to any living creature, plant or animal.” Callen was the first to leave, followed by his partner who also gave her a charismatic good-bye. They both hugged her as usual and she took advantage and pinched them.

“You also have something to say before leaving? Because I’m won’t be be so kind to you.” Her look was dangerous but mischievous, she was really having fun.

“Well, I think all the evidence is enough to close the Serial Plant Killer case…” He began picking up his bag, but sat in the chair looking for something in his drawer. “But as I am a charming and benevolent person, I’ll give you a chance to correct your sad history.”

“I think we need to reevaluate that charming part you’re talking about because…” She stopped talking as Deeks pulled out a box. Her curious self took her next to his partner, to investigate the box as if trying to find out what it content was.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a gift.”

“I can see that. Who’s that for?”

“For you.” His smile was different. She knew it was for her, but she wanted to hear him saying that. “You can open it here, or at home. Either way, I have to be there.”

“And why is that?” The way she continued to challenge him was encouraging Deeks to make it more difficult for her.

“Because those are the rules. You take it or leave it.”

Kensi looked serious for a brief moment, as if pondering her choices. She obviously accepted his request and chose open it at home. Deeks was tempting his fate, and physical integrity, and he also made her stop to buy dinner.

“Will I ever get home today? Can you stop coming up with ridiculous conditions?” Deeks was really enjoying having his partner on her nerves.

“Be patient Kensalina. You’ll thank me later for spending so much quality time with me.”

“You’re delusional.”

After arriving home and eating the Chinese take-out, Kensi was finally given her box. She began inspecting it, trying to find out shape and size of what was inside. “Will you open it as a normal person?” He earned a cold look.

As she opened the box, her stern face turned into a soft smile. Kensi let out a small laugh while pulling out a fake plant with a bow. After admiring it, she looked up to Deeks.

“You’ll never kill this one, and no one will ever notice it’s fake.” He was also smiling, trying to memorize her face. Her reaction was adorable.

“I should be offended.” Kensi tried to act tough but the softness in her body was hard to hide.

“It’s just like you. It’s forever strong and radiant and no one will ever crush it down, no matter how hard life is to this plant, it’ll survive anyway. And the bow it just like me, spectacular, shining and essential.” He continued smiling after his clever description of their partnership/whatever else they were. “I don’t want you to be sad about this, maybe gardening it’s not your thing but you’re great in many other.”

She didn’t expected that, though she knew he was not trying to mock her, Kensi was grateful for his words. Maybe it was the beer, the tiredness or his gesture what made her to stop her “thank-you” mid-sentence and approach him, still with the plant in her hand.

“Come here.”

“Oh you wanna a hug?” Deeks’s face of disbelief made him look so naïve, she quickly realized that he was completely taken aback.

They hugged then, taking time to relax on each other. “I really appreciate you trying to make me feel better. And I really appreciate having you as my partner.” Kensi’s face was still in his neck. He felt a tickle that made him feel so much more.

“Just as your partner? Because this bad boy could…” They both began laughing at his innuendo as Kensi tried to shut him up with failed threats.

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AN 2: Hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes¡ Let’s continue enjoying Densimber¡ :D

#submission #ncisla-westaytogether #thanks for sharing!

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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So we've had the pengys go through nnn (and honestly props to MOST of them lasting so long cause i know id be pouncing on them just 2 weeks in 🥴) what about the Eddies? How did they do?

A/N: asdfghj uhhh the absolute rush to get this done before november is over lol. Also I’m not gonna lie I was reluctant when I saw @finniestoncrane upload the follow up to her nnn with the riddler’s earlier lol. It just seems weird lol and I don’t wanna repeat what she wrote or seem like I’m copying lmao (even though we mutually agreed we’re symbiotic and often travel the same mental wavelengths, but I’ll do my best), I will say some of these answers are inspired by her though. Please give hers a read when you get a chance! Here’s a link to the follow-up and the original challenge (it even includes daddy oz my beloved)

Trigger Warnings: highly suggestive? Lots of teasing for both parties, mentions of masturbation (blatant hints lmao), and suggestive language that’s about it.

Also the Riddlers have a ranking system too. Same as with the Pengys:

1: being absolutely weak, thirsty simp energy, lost on the first day

10: being resilient, confident asshat that managed his impulse control just once for 30 days, but once its over you’ll both be out of commission.

How The Riddlers Handle NNN

Now, I know what you’re probably thinking, Ri these numbers are pretty high, well…that’s because if there’s one thing most of these Riddlers can’t stand…is to lose it’s almost as bad as proving him he’s wrong. Just based on that principle alone, his resilience is peaked, but then you get whores like Zero Year or baby girls like Young Justice that just don’t make it. Bless them.

Arkhamverse Riddler (9.5 out of 10):

He was close…so close…figuratively and literally. When you first mentioned the challenge to you, he scoffed. Such a childish game, only a baboon would lose at something so primal and pointless. Of course, having to prove how easy it was he took on the challenge.

Little did he realize just how much feeling your soft warm skin actually effected him. While he was tinkering away at his projects or slamming on his keyboard…he’d see you doing something mundane out of the corner of his eye. You sit on the couch, you watch TV, read a book. Your shorts riding up, the rise and fall of your chest.

Damnit, damnit, damnit.

He does make it through though, how he did you had no idea. Every time he looked at you it seemed likely he’d pounce but he did pounce finally by December 1st.

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler (3 out of 10):

This Edward just got used to you touching him. To the idea of jerking one out to you when you were at work or if he got particularly fired up and you were preoccupied with something. You were the perfect thing to relieve his stress…and for a whole month he’d have to find something else? After being spoiled with you?

His online chess games, incessant scribbling in his ledgers, crosswords scattered complete everywhere. Nothing helped, nothing like you. Ed is an absolute mess. Feet, hands, fingers constantly shaking and fidgeting.

It’s November 5th, you come by and barely greet him with your sweet voice and he’s gone. You probably should’ve brought an overnight bag, you’re not going anywhere for a few days…maybe not for the rest of the month.

Gotham Riddler (10 out of 10):

It doesn’t matter what it is. If it’s the world’s most complex Rubic’s cube or seeing if he can go a whole month without cumming. A game is a game.

Edward doesn’t lose to games. When he plays he plays for keeps. Especially if that prize means he gets to keep you under an undisclosed period of time, doing only what he asks.

He won’t lie though. Ed’s a victim of often counting his eggs before they hatch. Already assuming his win, sometimes he’ll catch himself getting hard at the faintest idea of what he wants to do to you when he wins. Which costs him to swiftly remind himself that the game is still on, he can’t lose himself to his unhinged carnal desires.

Not yet. There is a game to be won.

BTAS Riddler (9 out of 10):

Oh, well…this is a different objective to most challenges. Edward can’t say he’s not interested though. He is adamant that it’s an even playing field for the two of you.

Every time your kisses to his cheek last longer than usual. So will his hand that’s wrapped around your waist. For every tempting kiss there’s an even more persuasive touch to combat it. It’s an alluring power struggle of who can snap first.

Edward has to admit, you were far more resilient than he gave himself credit for. He finds himself lost in thought of your latest tactics…

He groans in frustration, rubbing the temples of his head. Ed tries to think of anything or anyone else to get his emotions elsewhere and for his second head to calm down.

It’s November 29th, he absolutely despises the concupiscent mess he’s become over this past month. But he can taste the finish line and it tastes like you. The moment it hits midnight on December 1st. He’s gone and he’s taking you down with him.

Zero Year Riddler (3.5 out of 10):

This dick head. This candy ass…

Listen, listen, he’s too much of a greedy attention whore to stop getting what he wants. He doesn’t care for some stupid challenge. What good is it if it’s just going to keep him from doing what he wants? That just seems highly stupid and counter intuitive.

He wants you, he’ll have you, don’t think he won’t make you break your streak as well.

No if, ands, or buts about it. Good luck coming up with a decent argument.

Twojar Riddler (7 out of 10):

This Edward I imagine has partaken in this challenge, like…just cause? I don’t know I feel like he sometimes gets his kicks by refraining himself from doing tasks that normally compel him. So when he’s with you and you challenge him. He thinks he’s got this in the bag, but that competing with a partner makes things way more tantalizing.

He didn’t stop to think what would happen if his teasing tricks were ever thrown back in his face. It becomes less about keeping himself in check and more about getting you to lose first.

It’s barely the 10th of November, neither of you have made a provocative move yet. Albeit at this point just about everything you do turns him on. Ed misses touching and holding you, and as much as he hates to admit it, it’s frustrating as hell for him.

You bent down to pick something off the floor and before you know it, you’re launched onto the couch with Ed instantly hovering over you.

You both may have lost, but you never felt more like a winner seeing how you made Gotham’s enigma snap.

Gotham City Sirens Riddler (10 out of 10):

Oohh, this seems fun.

It’ll definitely break up the monotony of you two’s day to day. Especially seeing as how after particular difficult cases, he either rushes home to you or puts in a call from his office for you to…um…visit.

The lengths he goes to to distract himself from wandering about you however, proves to be the primary challenge. More often than not he’s rubbed one out at his desk when you weren’t available or he was just too wound up to move anymore.

You may find a dart board with ten darts in it and littered with various miniscule holes. You’ll see stacks of files. One day organized by alphabet, the next shelved by chronological order.

Edward is a mess that’s one more bad day away, one more outlandish case from absolutely railing you on the nearest surface. However, he finds relief when he glances at his calendar and sees it’s December 1st. Grinning, he decides to close his office early and come straight home to you.

Young Justice Riddler (-5 out of 10):

Okay, first of all. How dare you, t-this is just absolutely cruel. The poor baby girl can’t even handle holding hands or cheek kisses??

You have to go over the rules with him a few times. One is to make sure he understands, the second is for it to sink in how royally screwed he is…ironically. He tries, the sweetheart absolutely does try but he doesn’t even last a day.

Ed couldn’t help it, you just looked so pretty and you just had to kiss his cheek cause he “looks so cute.” Whatever blood was there that flushed his face went straight down to his groin and he was bricked up before he even got to the bathroom.

Telltale Riddler (11 out of 10):

This old bag rolls his eyes at the challenge. Much like Arkhamverse, he finds it extremely primitive and stupid waste of time and energy. He indulges you though, on the sole purpose of seeing you get riled up and flustered.

You don’t even get to try and tease him or make him break. He’s already somehow three steps ahead of you. He infiltrates your thoughts and gets under your skin like a crusty rugged viper. All of a sudden it became a test more so for you than him.

He wins by a dumb landslide. Ed chuckled pleased, of course he’d win, you shouldn’t expect any less. Now…his prize?

Hush (DCAU) Riddler (4.5 out of 10):

Much like a few other Riddlers on here, this Ed tries fumbling convince you that he would win. He won’t fall for your flirtatious wiles…however that’s not what he had to be concerned with.

It would be the middle of the month, like November 20th or 25th almost more than halfway through. He’s bound up tight, his stress on the brink of tipping over, but he tries to remind himself the reward will be worth it. Not to mention the absolute bragging rights…

Until he has a run-in with Batman or he’s the butt of another joke among the Rogues Gallery. His confidence is crushed. You don’t even have to ask him what’s wrong, you can just tell. You’re the only one that can make him feel like he’s worth something, that he is a somebody.

You make all the mocking sneers, jeers, and cackles go away.

Let the poor man lose, and let him lose sweetly. There’s always next year.

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