#Tiger Woods drunk

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Love Potion

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: Mattheo always looked at you in a certain way.

His eyes always followed your every move.

You noticed it very early on just how much attention he was paying to you.

His eyes followed you everywhere.

No matter the place, time or occasion.

Let it be class or breakfast or lunch or dinner.

He always had an eye on you.

And you actually didn’t mind.

Mattheo is a very handsome guy. Even if everyone and even your instincts warned you about him, there was still something.

Something which kept you interested.

You felt a pull towards him.

A pull you never acted on.

So, it was mostly longing looks exchanged between you two, nothing more. 

One evening, you were having dinner with your friends.

Hermione talked about Ron and how stupid he was. Then you grabbed a bonbon and popped it into your mouth.

“Y/N NO!” you heard someone say but it was too late.

Amortentia.

Or as they called it, love potion. 

The entire room smelled like him. Amortentia tends to smell like the person you are in love with, you didn’t even realise. 

You were blind.

The room smelled like smoke, honey and wood.

You wanted to see him, kiss him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to eat it!” said one of the Hufflepuffs. “I was meant to prank my roommate!” 

While everyone was talking, you were quick to run off into the backyard of the school.

You had a pretty good idea of where to find Mattheo.

And surely enough, you found him by the trees smoking.

“RIDDLE!” you yelled, making him flinch and almost drop his cigarette.

“Y/N?”

“Kiss me! RIGHT NOW!”

“Are you drunk?”

“Just in love, come on.” you ran over to him, almost making him trip as you came in contact with him.

He grabbed you to save you from falling and this is when he noticed your eyes.

“Were you given something?”

“All I feel is looooove.” you said and smiled.

Mattheo noticed Hermione from the corner of his eyes.

“What happened to her?”

“A Hufflepuff gave her Amortentia.” she explained as she grabbed your hand and began to pull you back.

“Love potion? Why?”

“Forget this happened Riddle!” Hermione yelled back at Mattheo as you waved to him.

“Byeeee Matty!” he lifted his hand and gave you a small wave back. He was utterly confused.

—

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I DID THAT!” you yelled into your pillow once the potion wore off. “Why didn’t you stop me?!”

“I tried!” said Hermione.

“I want to die. I’m so embarrassed. At LEAST he was alone! Imagine if I did that in front of the school!”

“Well… on our way back to our rooms… you kinda… just a tiny little bit yelled in front of everyone passing by that Mattheo is yours and you will fight for your true love… kinda.”

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. No.” you shook your head but she nodded. “NO. PLEASE NO.”

“And… maybe… kinda… The Slytherins were also there? Maybe?”

“I am jumping out the window,” you said as you stood up and walked towards the window, Hermione grabbed your hand and pulled you back. “I want to die, please. This is so embarrassing!”

“The thing is that almost everyone like cheered for you. Malfoy even wanted to give you a high-five for being so brave. I thought he was being sarcastic, but he was for real. Then Theodore came up and said ‘Go get him, Tiger’ They were all cheering you on.”

“So, I’m the laughingstock of the entire school. Lovely.”

You fell back into your bed, face into the pillow. How will you face everyone tomorrow?

—

 “Mattheo Riddle! The lucky guy!” said Theodore as he hit Mattheo in the shoulder. “Having one of the prettiest girl scream and declare her love for you. Lucky you!” Mattheo rolled his eyes at his friend.

Although he couldn’t sleep one bit for the entire night, his mind was way too busy.

“It was only a prank.” Mattheo said. It was the only logical explanation.

“Nope. You know Angie? The Hufflepuff girl? Nevermind… Apparently, she made some chocolate for her friend as a prank, but Y/N ended up eating one and it had Amortentia in it.” Mattheo looked at Theodore, trying to see if his friend was lying but he wasn’t.

“And how do you know that?”

“Angie told her friends and I heard it. They didn’t realize I was standing there. But lucky you, having a girlfriend! Don’t fuck it up tho! Or I might steal her.”

“Piss off.” Theodore laughed as they both entered the class.

Mattheo’s eyes immediately locked with yours. You looked scared as you looked away. He could only imagine how you were feeling.

But he was just as confused and embarrassed.

After classes, you wanted nothing more than to run back to your room and hide from everyone.

No one said a thing. But the looks they gave you, said it all.

You just wanted to get out.

You made it to the hallways when someone behind you called your name.

It was Mattheo, your eyes widened as you quickly darted into the girl’s bathroom.

“Y/N, I just want to talk.”

“Look I’m sorry what happened okay?! Please just forget it.”

Then he opened the door and came into the bathroom as you back away and walked into the sinks. 

“This is the girl’s bathroom what are you doing?”

“I need to know if, what you said is true. Did you mean any of it or was it the potion?”

“I-I.” you wanted to lie, you wish you were a better liar. All you could do was listen to your heart hammer in your chest. 

“So it’s true. What you said is all true… you do lo-”

“OKAY now, please, I’m embarrassed enough, I do not need your rejection, Riddle. Please can you just leave me alone?” you wanted to go into a stall and lock yourself for eternity.

“I thought you hated me.” he suddenly said and you looked at him, shocked. ��I was watching you and… you always avoided my looks. Okay, not always but many times.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just agree to grab some butterbeer with me. That could be a start.”

“What?” you were so confused.

“I’m asking you on a date.”

“You are asking me on a date?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” he asked as you turned your body back towards him.

“I thought you didn’t do… dates.” you sounded very nice, you worded it even more nicely.

“I don’t. But with you, I will.”

“So, what? You… like me too? After what I said and did yesterday?”

“It was very cute.”

“Cute? Which part exactly? When I yelled at you to kiss me or when I swore to kill whoever dares to go close to you?”

“Exactly.” he smirked. “I will wait for you, get ready for our date. An hour? Is that enough?”

“Okay. An hour.” he nodded and turned to leave.

You stood there, stunned when a voice behind you made you jump.

“How romantic!”

“Myrtle!”

“You have a date! Go get ready!” she yelled and you listened.

You got ready relatively quickly.

You debated not going, then you decided to give it a try and go.

Then, as you waited by the gates you were prepared for Mattheo not showing up.

Maybe this was his way of repaying you for embarrassing him?

But, he did show up. He did take you out to eat and drink and you did have a good time.

He did walk you back to your dorm and placed a small kiss on your cheek as a goodbye.

He did all that.

And if you only knew it would take a small amount of love potion for you to finally be with him, you would have eaten that piece of chocolate a long time ago. 

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I didn't even think about tiger!!! What about tiger!Creator accidentally running into forest ranger camp and bumping into Collei? Ooh or just wandering in the woods and bumping into kaveh looking for new inspiration for his architecture? Like he would have hired mercenaries to protect him, but he's broke af lol. Or! Or accidentally going into the desert, like maybe chasing something or trying to get something, IDK, anyway they go to the desert and meet Candace and/or Dehya! Like they're just dieing out there in the heat and Candace helps them or something lol. Gah I have so many ideas!! Sorry to bombard you like this haha

Kaveh & Alhaitham Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Tiger Reader x Kaveh & Alhaitham

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 295

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, parental Reader we stan

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I’m gonna do this like how I first introduced Otter!Creator! Hehehe ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

Kaveh was having a fun time. He was just waking about, doing… work… and now there is a tiger behind him :)

… wait.

HOLY SHIT THERE WAS A TIGER BEHIND HIM-

The way Kaveh would scream and leap into the air like a cartoon-

Instead of attacking him you would nuzzle against him and he’d just??? Stand there??? Like “Wtf”????

Honest to the Archons this man has been on his feet all day, hasn’t had a LICK of alcohol in under 30 minutes, he’s tired, so?

He gently pushes your haunches, then your front legs, and lays against your staying form. Nap time :).

Alhaitham has seen a lot in his day. Fought a lot in his day.

But to see his roommate. Cuddled with one of the top causes of death in Sumeru? Yeah you narrowly avoided that sword.

After a little while however (and a mix of you bringing them their work items… and food… and water man these boys can’t take care of themselves-) you were able to gain their trust and now yay! You’re the official house pet of Alhaitham and Kaveh good job!

You run about town with satchels on your haunches and a couple on your legs and pick up things for the house when they can’t (be bothered too-) or when they’re too busy! You also clean… and cook.. omg they’re hopeless honestly.

On more than one occasion you’ve had to lead Kaveh back home when he got drunk, and then you did the same for Alhaitham when he passed out after working for nearly a week no stops somehow. Jesus-

You’re basically their parent at this point. But you get head pats from everyone and babies no longer cry at your presence sooo…. All is well!

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Alhaitham, coming home late: 😐

Tiger!Creator, wrapped around a sleeping Kaveh: 🐅😴

Honestly I’m loving all the dynamics between the different creators! Chaotic Boar, pampered Otter, and now parental Tiger lol ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

And don’t be sorry! I love being bombarded! Make me feel loved!~ <3 ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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not so bad ⎜ ksy

✧ Pairings: hoshi x reader

✧ Genre:  romance ⎜smut ⎜friends - with - benefits ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of alcohol ⎜ drunk people ⎜ friend with benefits relationship ⎜ jealous woozi ⎜ verbal fighting ⎜woozi calls reader a whore ⎜ fingering ⎜ f oral ⎜hoshi is in love ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.3 k

✧ Summary: You never pictured yourself with a fuck buddy. You never pictured falling for your fuck buddy. A weekend at your friends lake house somehow changes everything.

✧ Author’s Note: Let me know what you think! I'm just rolling with the punches at the moment so this was a quick write.

(UNEDITED)

You never pictured yourself as someone with a fuck buddy. 

You never pictured yourself having quickies before his roommate comes home.

To be honest you never really pictured yourself doing anything other than sitting in the library studying … but here you are. 

 “You need to get up.” You hiss, smacking your pillow against the bare back in the bed next to you. You sigh, hitting the back one more time, before slumping against the mattress. “You’re insufferable.” 

“And yet you call me every weekend anyway.” The voice chuckles back, finally rolling onto his side, facing you with a teasing grin on his face his body lifting slightly as he reaches over you, turning off the alarm ringing on his phone. 

“Just admit that you like me.” He teases, his smile only growing as you shoot him a sharp glare. 

“I don’t like you, I just happen to get a little bit of satisfaction from your dick.” You mumble, finally smiling as his own expression drops.

You’re not prepared to protect yourself and he launches forwards his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you down to a lying position as he wrestles to kneel above you, his hands gripping your arms as he pushes you into the bed. 

“Do you want to say that again, pretty girl?” He questions, his eyebrow quirked as you try to squirm in his hold. His grasp doesn’t falter for even a moment as you thrash beneath him, letting out soft chuckles every time you struggle a little too hard. 

“Fine, I give up.” You whine, your body relaxing into the mattress as you stop your movements gazing up at the half naked man above you. “You look very handsome like this.” You comment, your eyes wandering over the man above you. His hair tousled, sharp eyes, his lips pulled back in a grin. His cheeks flush with heat as he watches you watching him. 

You seize the moment, taking the falter in his grip to rip your arms from his hands, your thighs gripping onto his torso as you roll the two of you over, your hands taking the position his were in, pushing his forearms into the mattress. His eyes are trained on yours as you make yourself comfortable on his pelvis. 

“You win.” He whispers.

You flash him a quick grin before leaning down to capture his lips with yours. It takes no more than five seconds for him to break free, his arms lifting off the mattress, his hands cupping either side of your jaw as he pulls you closer to him, one hand leaving your face to pull your hips down onto his. 

“Hoshi.” The voice of his roommate carries through the door, a sharp knock on the white wood pulling you away from the man below you. 

“You didn’t tell me he was here.” You hiss as quietly as possible, you’re quick to slide off the bed, reaching to the floor, pulling your leggings on as quickly as possible before reaching over to Hoshi’s desk pulling on his hoodie, the doorknob turning just as you get the piece of clothing over your head. 

“Dude, we have to leave in fift— oh, sorry I didn’t know you were here.” Jihoon pushes open the door his gaze shooting to yours in surprise, as he looks between half naked Hoshi on the bed and then back to you - Jihoon had been the one to introduce the two of you, never did he expect his judgemental, quiet best friend to find comfort in his psychotic, self proclaimed tiger of a roommate - Jihoon just sighs, shooting Hoshi a stern glare before closing the door, not even bothering to finish what he was saying. 

This is not how things were meant to go. 

“He’s still upset isn’t he?” You mumble as you continue to pick your clothing items up off the floor shoving them into your bag. Hoshi’s hands rub against his face, before pushing his hair back sliding to the edge of the mattress. He opens his arms for you, a pout on his lips while he waits.

You were more than aware of Jihoon's crush on you, and you were also aware of his strong reaction to the news that you had been spending your free time with his roommate.

To say he was upset was a slight understatement.

You take a few steps forwards, slotting yourself between his legs, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head drops onto your abdomen. You run your fingers through his ever growing black hair before stepping away. 

“I should really get going.” You whisper. Hoshi doesn’t say anything he just watches you leave, cursing his roommate for getting home earlier than anticipated. 

Jihoon was always a cock block when it came to you. 

Hoshi’s phone dings again, the reminder on the screen forcing him out of the room, rushing out of the apartment to catch you at the elevator. 

“Wait, I forgot to ask if you wanted to come to the lake house this weekend? It’s for gyu’s birthday and he requested for you to be there.” You smile at the invitation, your gaze shooting over to the closed door of his apartment, the boy seeming to understand what your glance means. “He’ll be coming too - but it’s a big group of us.” Hoshi reaches forwards tucking some hair behind your ear, his eyes pleading. 

“Fine, but I’m not driving.” 

“Deal.” 

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Hoshi’s hand is warm on your thigh, his other gripping the steering wheel as you unwrap the starburst, placing one in his mouth every time he lets out a soft grunt. Two and a half hours into your road trip to the lake house and the two of you has resorted to listening to a very boring true crime podcast.

“Do you really think it’ll be alright?” You question for the tenth time - not at all paying attention to the report of the 'crime of the century' - Hoshi just rolling his eyes before giving you the same response he had the other nine times. 

“Yes, everyone wants you there, just because Jihoon is a bit pissy and doesn’t know how to communicate like an adult doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.” Hoshi finishes chewing on his treat letting out a soft grunt that lets you know he’s ready for another. 

“So what’re the plans for the weekend then?” You question, popping a lemon flavoured chew into his mouth. Hoshi shrugs, his hand finally letting go of your leg to reach for his phone in the mount. 

“Mingyu’s girl sent out a rough itinerary but nothing really starts till tonight so we have most of the afternoon to get settled in.” He says as he hands you his phone, it unlocks as it registers your face the message from Mingyu’s girlfriend the last thing Hoshi must’ve seen. 

“Kayaking?” You smile at Hoshi who just shrugs his shoulders. “What’s the bet after tonight dinner party we'll be too hungover to do anything tomorrow anyway.” You laugh as hoshi’s hand reaches for your free one, bringing it to his mouth to press a soft kiss against your knuckles. 

“One hundred percent. None of us will even be able to move in the morning.” He chuckles back, pressing another kiss against your hand before placing it in his lap. The drive takes another forty-five minutes, Hoshi pulling into the space available on the grass besides Seungcheol’s bright orange SUV, the lake glimmering in the sunshine. 

The two of you greet everyone already at the house, Cheol informing you that Mingyu and his girlfriend would be coming later and that everyone is gonna do their own thing before the party set up at six. 

“We should go for a swim.” You suggest as Hoshi drops the bags onto the queen bed in one of the guest rooms, glancing at the other bags in the room in confusion.

“Vernon’s gonna sleep on the couch.” You say, pointing to the well cushioned couch in the corner of the room, Hoshi letting out a long groan at the fact you won’t be alone together for the weekend. “That’s why we should go for a swim.” You suggest again, Hoshi suddenly brightening at your words. He nods quickly ripping open his duffle bag to pull out his swim trunks. 

“Don’t forget towels” You shout over your shoulder as you make your way out the room, “I’ll meet you down there.” You stroll down to the lake, waving goodbye to the boys who decided to go for a hike up the hills around the house, they wanted to “check for bears” as Vernon put it. They had managed to convince Jihoon to tag along, the shorter male glancing at you before following his friends up the trail. 

You’re unbuttoning your shorts as you hear the heavy footsteps behind you, the towels dropping at your feet as Hoshi stops besides you, ripping his shirt over his head before rushing to the water letting out a loud laugh as he dives into the shallows. You follow after him, pulling your own shirt over your head before rushing down to the water. 

It’s lukewarm, the sun making a great natural heater as you wade your way further into the water, Hoshi finally breaching the surface, pushing his wet hair out of his face. He pulls you against him once your within arms reach, his lips finding yours. 

You can feel him grinning against your mouth as he pulls away, his hand smoothing down your sides till they grip the backs of your thighs. “Jump.” He whispers against your cheek lifting as you jump, your legs wrapping around his waist. He presses feverish kisses against the underside of your jaw as you settle yourself on his hips, his hands still firm against the back of your thighs. 

“Apparently sex in the water is very dangerous.” You mumble as hoshi sucks on your collarbone, letting out a soft hum, his head shooting up as he registers your words. 

“And who said we’re having sex?” He questions, his eyebrows raised in shock, his mouth open in feigned offence. “You dirty girl, I’m just here for a nice relaxing swim.” He teases, his eyes bright as your arms tighten their grip against his neck. You just smile at him, leaning forwards slightly your nose trailing up the side of his cheeks until they sit just besides his ear. 

“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.” You whisper, the man below you shivering at the warm air that tickles his skin. “We both know I can last a lot longer that you can.” You continue, your teeth grazing the underside of his jaw as he leans his head back letting out a soft groan. 

“This is probably gonna be the only time we have alone for the whole weekend.” You say pressing soft kisses to his neck before straightening your posture. “Make it worth my while.” You finish, Hoshi nodding quickly his hands letting you go. Your feet touch the bottom of the lake, his fingers linking with yours as he drags you out of the water. 

“Boat house.” He says, turning back to make sure you are indeed following behind him, once satisfied you are, he pushes his way onto land, dragging you as he grabs the towels off the grass on the way to the old wooden shed built on the water. 

You would be lying if you said Hoshi liked to take things slow - the first time you two met at one of Jeonghan’s annual halloween parties you had ended up riding him in an empty bedroom that he had picked the lock on. He was always someone who preferred actions to words, his tongue talented in more things than just talking.

He manages to shove the small entry door to the boat house open with his foot, waiting until you’re both tucked inside before closing the door, shoving a large toolbox in front of it. 

“The door doesn’t really close properly.” He mumbles as he turns to face you. 

“Oh, and how do you know that?” You question. “Am I not the first person you’ve brought to this boat house?” You scoff, hoshi immediately shaking his head before explaining. 

“I’ve never invited anyone else to the lake house, but last year I was unfortunate enough to be walking past when the door blew open and saw Cheol balls deep in his invite for the year.” 

“Oh.” Your nose crinkles at the mental image. 

“Yeah.” Hoshi echoes, mirroring your own expression. 

“Well you’ve got fifteen minutes, pretty boy.” You hum, pointing over to the rusting clock on the wall of the boat house, Hoshi just grinning widely, dropping to his knees in front of you. 

“I only need ten.” His fingers graze up the sides of your bare legs, his eyes watching you from between his lashes as you let out a stuttered breath. His finger pause as they reach the ties on your bikini bottoms, his eyes begging for your permission. 

“Bet.” You confirm, your eyes breaking contact with his as you glance over to the clock making note of the time before looking back down to him. His grin turns menacing as his fingers tug at the ties on either side of your hips, watching pleased as your bottoms slide down your legs once the ties are loose enough. 

For a man who never slowed down for anyone, he sure knew how to make time feel like it was going in slow motion. Hoshi’s hands guide your bottoms to the ground, lifting one foot out, pressing a soft kiss against your knee before doing the same to the other, his eyes never once breaking their battle with yours.

“Are you sure? Anyone could walk in and see us.” He coos, his hand throwing your wet swimmers to the side before latching back onto your ankle, you nod your answer silent begging him to move a bit faster. “You really are a dirty girl.” He teases, shuffling on his knees until his face is in line with your pelvis, his hand putting heavier pressure on your skin, sliding up your drying legs until they reach your knees. 

“Open up.” He says, his hand wrapping around the backs of your knees, pulling on them lightly. You slide your feet apart slightly, your eyes leaving the man in front of you to glance back at the clock. 

“Nine minutes.” You warn, Hoshi just nodding, his eyes taking you in unsure whether the dripping is from the water or because you’re really just that aroused.

He doesn’t bother asking. 

He leans forwards swiping a tentative lick against you, his eyes turned up to yours, watching you as your eyes fall closed, your hands dipping into his wet strands of hair. Pleased with your reaction he delves forwards, his tongue pressing flat against you as his nose bumps against your swelling clit. His hands trail softly up the backs of your thighs, over your ass until they sit comfortably on your hips. 

“Eight minutes.” You whimper as he pulls your cunt firmer against his face, his head moving as his tongue circles around your clit, teasing before he sucks the bud into his mouth. “Fuck.” You curse, your hand tugging on his hair before letting go, moving to brace against the shelf behind you. You can feel Hoshi’s crooked grin against you as one of his hand drops to lift your thigh, draping the limb over his shoulder opening you up further for him. 

Hoshi’s movements become quicker, more feverish as his tongue dips inside you for just a moment before licking back up to your clit. 

“Are fingers allowed, kitten?” He questions softly, as he pulls his face away from your cunt much to your dismay, his eyes teasing as you nod quickly, your lip trapped between your teeth as he slides one finger between your folds, gathering any juices he could before slowly pushing the single digit inside of you. 

“God, I can feel how desperate you are.” He coos as you clench around his single finger, a loud branch snapping outside of the shed making you jump, his finger sliding out of you slightly before sliding back in to the third knuckle, hoshi chuckling as he presses a kiss against the thigh hanging over his shoulder. “Worried?” He questions. 

“A little…shit, you have six minutes.” You remind him, jumping as his mouth covers your pussy once again, his single finger working in and out of you slowly, only just enough to help build the tension. You let out a soft breath as Hoshi adds another finger, your head falling back to lean against the shelves as his sucking sends wet sounds to your ears. 

“Why do you call me Hoshi?” He questions as he pulls his mouth away from you again, a string of your wetness connecting his lips to your pussy, the warm breeze brushing against your swollen lips, a soft moan escaping you. His fingers don’t stop as he watches you expectantly, waiting fro your answer. 

“Habit.” You respond, knowing short answers are all you can manage right now, Hoshi’s fingers pause inside of you, curling as he tuts at your answer. 

“Gotta give me something better than that.” He huffs, his fingers staying completely still inside of you while he waits. You lift your head, looking down at the kneeling man, his fingers deep inside you. 

“It’s embarrassing to say while we’re like this.” You start, sighing as Hoshi just raises a brow continuing to stay still, waiting. “It feels too intimate to say your real name, you’re hoshi to everyone else.” You explain, Hoshi just smiling as he shrugs your leg off his shoulder, standing from his spot on the floor, the slight jostle causing a throaty moan to escape you. 

“But you’re not everyone else.” He mumbles as he leans over you, finally his fingers start moving again, faster, harder than before, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your wet clit. “I want you to call me Soonyoung.” He continues, leaning slightly more forwards to catch your lips with his. 

“I want the first time you say it to be while your cum on my fingers.” He says against your lips, letting out a choked laugh as you clench around him. He can feel the way you’re starting to shiver against him, your hips bucking out of rhythm with his hand, he knows your close. 

“Say it.” He demands, moving his mouth away from yours, looking down at his hand between your legs before his eyes connect with yours, waiting.

“Fuck, soonyoung.” You whine as he presses his thumb harshly against your clit, his fingers curling at just the right time, your cunt clenching so forcefully he lets out a surprised laugh. He pauses his movements for a moment, watching the way you pant as you come down from your orgasm, whispering his name again. 

“Soonyoung?” You lift the end of his name like a question, he hums back. “You had three minutes to spare.” He laughs as he drags his fingers out of you, licking your juices off his fingers before leaning forwards to press a kiss against your lips. 

“Much better.” He smiles at you before leaning down to pick up your swimmers, slowly helping you pull them up and tie them on your hips. 

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The boys get back from their hike just as you exit the shower, your towel wrapped tightly around you as you strut to the guest bedroom, smiling at Vernon as he watches something on his phone. 

“Did you want me to leave?” He questions, his eyes not even bothering to glance towards you. 

“Only if you care.” You shrug. Vernon has always managed to see you in vulnerable positions, seeing you naked more times than you care to admit in your “drunk exhibitionism” phase as Jihoon calls it. Vernon shrugs his shoulders turning slightly so that he couldn’t accidentally get a peek as you drop your towel, tugging on a set on underwear before pulling the dress off the bed and sliding it up over your legs. 

“Vernon, a hand please.” You ask as you pull the straps over your shoulder holding the dress firm against your chest,  the zip on the back of the dress too far down for you to reach easily. You glance in the mirror smiling as Vernon steps up behind you his hand gentle as he tugs on your zipper, having to readjust the dress a few times to get it up smoothly. 

“That dress looks really nice on you.” He says softly, his eye meeting yours in the mirror the two of you smiling, a familiar dark head of hair only just visible in the door way. 

“Are you trying to pick up my girlfriend?” Soonyoung questions as he leans against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest and a playful smile gracing his freshly washed face. Vernon shakes his head with a smirk, stepping away from you as you both turn to face the intruder fully. 

“Girlfriend?” You question softly, Soonyoung just shrugging his shoulders like it’s obvious. Like this is natural. 

“Do you not want to be?” He questions back, pushing himself off the door frame moving closer to you. You can see how Vernon’s eyes widen wanting to be anywhere but here right now. 

“I’m gonna go see if they need any help setting up.” Vernon say quickly, dismissing himself as he shuffles out of the room, leaving you and soonyoung alone. 

“Do you not want to be my girlfriend?” Soonyoung repeats, waiting for you to say something as your shoulders sink a little. 

“We’ve just never really discussed this before.” You respond, Soonyoung’s shoulder mimicking your own as they drop in disappointment. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to, but where is this all coming from?” 

“I don’t know, I just thought - “ He pauses, looking at the floor and then back to you, “I don’t know what I thought.” Soonyoung shakes his head taking a step away from you, waiting for you to say something before he turns and walks out of the bedroom. 

You want to follow him. 

You want to tell him everything you’ve ever thought about him. 

“Mingyu’s here.” But you’re interrupted. 

+

+

Mingyu’s celebration is going well, the group is at about ten bottles deep into soju and roughly twenty-four cans into the beer cartons that Seungcheol has brought for the party - it was clear to anyone that the night would be going down in history as one of the drunkest. 

“You are so lucky.” Jihoon slurs as he leans across the table to pat Mingyu on the shoulder. Everyone watches him tentatively, the smaller male not usually one for drinking, clearly something was upsetting him. Mingyu just nods down at him, smiling over at his girlfriend who giggles at the antics. “God I wish I didn’t loose the person I loved to a fuck boy.” He sneers, glaring at Soonyoung who sits besides you at the table, his body tensing at his roommates words. 

Soonyoung on the contrary had barely had anything to drink the whole night, sitting surprisingly quiet while everyone downed the alcohol like juice. Jihoon turns to face Soonyoung now, the rest of the group following, the two of you suddenly under everyone scrutiny. 

“I didn’t steal anything, Jihoon.” Soonyoung says firmly, his eye brows raising slightly as Jihoon shakes his head angrily. “You’re the one who introduced us.” He adds, Jihoon just shaking his head more. 

“I thought she was better than that.” Jihoon’s words are seething. “I thought she was better than hooking up with someone like a whore.” His comment stuns you, the rest of the group breaking into scoldings.

"We don't slut shame here." Joshua scolds, Soonyoung shaking his head to the older male.

"Not helping." Soonyoung huffs.

You just scoff, standing quickly from your seat glaring at the smaller man who seems to shrink in realisation, the colour draining from his face. 

“You’re drunk.” You scold, crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at the male. “I know tomorrow you’re gonna to hate yourself for calling me that, and you know what I’m not just hooking up with him, and I think you know that and it hurts.” You shout, the rest of the group falling into silence as they continue to listen, your eyes starting to glisten. 

“And I’m sorry that you’re hurt Jihoon but you can’t control who you fall for, sometimes it just happens.” Your words become quiet as you finish your sentence, body jumping as soft hands rub against your arms, Soonyoung stepping up behind you. 

“Maybe we should go get some air.” He whispers in your ear, your head nodding as the tears burn against your lashes. “He can sit and sober up.” He adds and you just nod again, letting Soonyoung push you towards the exit, your feet only stopping as you reach Mingyu, sending him a soft smile and whispering an apology. Mingyu the gentle giant he is just gives your hand a squeeze, thanking you for coming. 

Soonyoung continues to guide you out slowly, his hands firm on your arms as the chilly summer air hits your face, the front door closing behind the two of you. His hands finally dropping as you move away from him, your hands swiping at your face as tears drop slowly. 

“He didn’t mean it.” Soonyoung says softly. 

You nod. 

“He’s just drunk.” 

You nod. 

“He’ll probably apologise tomorrow.” 

You nod. 

“I knew you liked me.” He coos, a soft laugh escaping you, your hands bracing yourself on the banister, your head shaking is disbelief.

"Insufferable." You mumble to yourself, your gaze focusing on the shimmering lake in the moonlight, not quite ready to turn around yet.

“I guess so.” You sigh, letting out a shaky breath as Soonyoung’s arms surround you, pulling you hard against him, his lips peppering kisses against your cheek until he can feel you smile. 

“It’s a good thing, cause I’ve liked you for a long time.” He drones.

You brave a glance over your shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he presses a hard kiss against your temple. “I’m sure I’m everything you imagined in a boyfriend.” He teases, his arms tightening around you. 

“You’re not so bad.” You mumble back, leaning back against him, your head turning to place your own kiss softly against his cheek.

[hawkins-losers]

EDDIE MUNSON MASTERPOST

* = smut/18+ content

10 Things I hate about you

Eddie fucked up, so you write him a poem telling him that you hate him - except that you don’t hate him…not in the slightest

A new look

Eddie cut his hair. You don’t know how to feel

As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you | Henderson!Reader

Things are not going well for Eddie. After a static-y call on Dustin’s walkie, you find him at Skull Rock

Between two shelves

You and Eddie have a little make out session between two classes

Blind date with the freak

You get set up on a blind date with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson as a joke from your friends. The joke’s on them because you end up having a really great time

Caught dancing with the devil * | Hopper!Reader

You get the tremendous idea of sneaking Eddie in your room while your dad is home. Things escalate under the belt  - naturally - and Hopper gets suspicious

Darling, don’t you ever grow up | Dad!Eddie

Eddie becomes a dad. Spoilers: he’s the best dad

Drunken serenades

Drunk Eddie decides to serenade you with a song - his plan doesn’t go as planned

Dungeon Master I’m pulling your strings * | Henderson!Reader

You show interest in D&D and Hawkins’ Dungeon Master offers to teach you in the privacy of his trailer. At some point during the lessons, D&D is forgotten

Handcuffs *

They weren’t all wrong about the whole freak thing. Eddie Munson was a freak, just not the kind they thought

I've still got you all over me | Rockstar!Eddie x Henderson!Reader

When Eddie and the band rose to fame, your relationship was brought to an end. Four years later, Dustin plots behind your back and invite his former Dungeon Master to his birthday party without telling you

The girl from the magazine

You find one of Eddie’s erotica magazines and start comparing yourself to the woman in the comics

Grease stains and coveralls | Mechanic!Eddie

During a hot day, you pay Eddie a visit at the auto shop and the sight of him in his coveralls is hotter than the July weather

Lonely, aching hearts | Hargrove!Reader

The aftermath of losing a twin brother, a temporary nightmare fix and a neighbor with a heart of gold 

  part 1 part 2

Morning kisses

Eddie doesn’t get what he wants this morning

My equal

The Dungeon Master wants you to sit on the throne with him

My hero

Following his attack by the demo-bats, Eddie is left with a new insecurity

The one that got away

You find the perfect guy, but you miss the imperfect relationship you and Eddie had

Private guitar lesson *

You can’t pick up how to play guitar, so Eddie tries a new way to teach you

Talk nerdy to me

It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare..and some fun

Tiger stripes

After your first time with Eddie, you open up about your body image insecurities

Thunderstorms *

You and Eddie are long date friends. One rainy evening in his trailer causes you to ruin the friendship

Wake me up  when the battle ends

You and the Hawkins gang prepare for the grand battle to defeat Vecna, which includes getting separated from Eddie. Or, you and Eddie say your last goodbyes

Wake up

You and Dustin gets Eddie out of the Upside Down. He is now in a coma

What died didn’t stay dead | Henderson!Reader

When someone dies in the Upside Down, they don’t always stay dead

Would I make a great cheerleader

You and Eddie meet in the school’s woods

You’re my best view 

part 1 

You play Eddie’s guitar - he’s in love

part 2 

You fulfill your promise and take polaroids for your boyfriend

BLURBS

I’m naked

Late call on the walkie

Eddie discovers he’s in love

Stargazing in the back of Eddie’s van

Pregnancy scare | Hopper!Reader

Getting caught by the rain

Head scratches

Uncle Wayne

Running to Skull Rock

Bathroom sex during a concert

Eddie makes the long drive to California | Byers!Reader

Sick!Eddie

Snowfight (strange-mas)

Before heading to battle | Henderson!Reader

Riding Eddie on his throne

Eddie gets horny on stage because of you’re wearing stockings - then ruins said stocking | Warning: smut, thigh fucking, semi-public sex

You ride Eddie in his throne after Hellfire | Warning: Smut, p + v action, riding, semi-public sex(?), almost caught

[battydora]

sounds festive!🥑💦

cw: nsfw, +18, minors dni!!, oral (r.), gn reader (afab)

synopsis: how my hero academia characters eat pussy<3 (adults)

face sitting. they enjoy feeling your weight on them as your thighs gently sandwich them, face swallowed in your cunt. they move their head and tongue nice and slow, savouring you until the last drop, taking their time to explore every inch of your pretty pussy. praises you whenever their mouth isn't full. also grabs your ass enthusiastic.

—BEST JEANIST, all might, MR. COMPRESS, FATGUM, endeavor, sir nighteye, thirteen, kamui woods, RYUKYUU, tiger, crust

lay on your back, they take care of the rest. goes for the classic position, they're not too creative there but they don't dissapoint when eating you out. also teases a lot, the tip of their tongue slowly almost insignifically rubbing against your desperate clit, they enjoy your pleas like no other but poor little you, they're being so mean, they gotta make up for their torture by tucking that cunt in their mouth and eat you out like you deserve, licking plenty and sucking hard on your clit, humming against you to send delicious vibrations, using their hands to spread your legs open the whole time.

—ERASERHEAD, edgeshot, hawks, also FATGUM, NATSUO, ectoplasm, ROCK LOCK, tsukauchi, mandalay, dave, ingenium, nana shimura, la brava

all fours. they'll have the full view for themselves, ass included their not taking a "no" for an answer (consensually ofc). the more you curve your back to the matress the better for them! don't mind if they slap your ass every now and then.

—shigaraki, OVERHAUL, mirko, ms. joke, spinner, PRESENT MIC, lady nagant, snipe, star, trumpet

an absolute tease, holy shit. no matter the position, this character will have you begging and edging for almost an hour, even more, their tongue barely touches your clit, you could feel a breeze of air more than their actual mouth, they kiss your inner thighs and rub their nose so lightly against your folds you're practically begging for some friction, a single touch, anything. they're a bitch and they know it, they just like to tease you.

—DABI, gang orca, MIDNIGHT, chronostasis, also mirko, MT. LADY, pixie-bob, ragdoll, gentle criminal, curious

messy eater. they can't get enough of your pretty cunt, they're so so desperate and needy they don't even think as they eat you out, so hungry and pussy drunk they're just drooling and whining between your legs, you need to remind them their pace is slowing down because you taste and smell so good they're getting sloppy.

—TWICE, manual, fuyumi, skeptic, geten

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thanks for reading!

[101flavoursofweird]

How about "It's not your choice." for Husk/Angeldust?

((Thank you for giving me the chance to write about these two!))

Warnings: References to character death, drinking and abuse… and cursing. (Sera’s not here to censor anyone like in my previous Hazbin fic)

Spoilers: For most of the series, including the finale

Set: After the final battle but before the hotel has been fully restored

Title: Anchor

Summary: Even in Alastor’s absence, something keeps Husk tied to the hotel.

“Those angelic bitches owe me a new bar,” Husk grumbled.

He pulled his once-gleaming ‘Concierge’ sign from the wreckage of the lobby. Between ‘Con’ and ‘cierge’, a crack had formed.

That’s what this had been all along, right? 

Another con from Alastor. A calculated show of power. A way to keep Husk in line, stuck on a leash…

The ironic part? Husk had actually started to like it at the Hazbin Hotel. Then, Alastor had finally— finally— fucked off, and it had all come crashing down.

As destructive and sadistic as Alastor could be, he hadn’t done this just to spite Husk. (Though, Husk definitely wouldn’t put it past him!)

No— Alastor, along with whatever deity controlled his leash, were far too invested in Charlie’s hotel.

The almighty Radio Demon hadn’t intended to get his ass kicked by that dickhead Adam… 

Alastor hadn’t made some heroic sacrifice like Sir Pentious.

Hell, Alastor wasn’t even dead! He couldn’t be.

Husk would have felt it otherwise. He would be free…

The sign broke in two as Husk lifted it up. Huffing, Husk tossed the pieces aside and continued sweeping through the rubble; splinters of wood, fragments of bone decor, shards of glass…

Husk dragged his claws over his head and groaned. “All that good booze— gone!”

“If you’ve got a problem,” a voice sang behind him, “you ain’t gonna find it at the end of a bottle… or something.”

Turning around, Husk found the one feature of his bar that was (thankfully) still in tact: His most regular patron. 

Angel Dust— battle-worn and bloodied— beamed at him.

Despite himself, Husk snorted. “Where did you hear that one?”

“Some drunk old loser…” Angel Dust shrugged, somehow making the casual movement seem theatrical.

He watched as Husk resumed his sorry attempt at a clear-up. Husk bent down to pick up a bag of peanuts.

“You gonna stand there or help?” Husk called over his shoulder.

“I’m enjoying the view,” drawled Angel Dust.

Frowning, Husk faced him again. Husk threw his hands out. “Not much to look at in this dump…”

“Here’s a bright idea!” Slinking closer to Husk, Angel Dust raised all four of his arms. “Why don’t we just ask Daddy Lucifer to make us new bar?”

Husky growled, “It wouldn’t be the same.”

Husk didn’t want a brand spanking new set-up. He wanted his old bar with the counter stains from spilt drinks and the scuff-marks from shoving people aside (mainly Angel Dust) and the stray cat hairs. He wanted it to smell of cheap alcohol and roasted peanuts.

He wanted the soft orange lighting and the squeaky bar stools and the sound of laughter… like last night, when they had all celebrated just being alive. (Husk hadn’t felt that alive in years.)

The last thing Husk wanted was to be indebted to another ruler.

Husk ground his teeth together. The peanut bag nearly exploded in his fist.

“Whoa— easy, tiger!” Angel Dust patted down the bristling fur on Husk’s back. “Fine, we’ll fix it withoutFallen Angel magic… Might just take us a little longer—“

“I’ve got time.” A sigh escaped Husk.

“Yeah, you do!” Angel Dust slung an arm around Husk’s shoulders. “And right now, it’s time to unwind! There has to be one club in town the Exorcists didn’t destroy—“

Husk ducked out of Angel Dust’s embrace. “I… I can’t. Not till I’ve fixed things here.” He tossed the peanut bag away. His attention returned to the ruins of lobby.

“C’mon, Whiskers…” Angel Dust rolled his eyes. “We’ve just survived a battle! Don’t you want to relax? Maybe raise a toast to our departed pal—?”

“‘Course I do—“ Husk grunted as he shifted a hunk of rubble, “—but I can do that in my own bar—“ The rubble was heavier than he’d realised. “Shit…!” Husk stumbled under its weight, until Angel Dust caught the other side.

“It’s your soul, isn’t it?” Angel Dust breathed. “It belongs to Alastor, and since he ordered you to work at the hotel… Your soul’s tied to this bar.”

“What?” Husk scoffed, dropping his end of the rubble. “I can leave here whenever I like! You’ve seen me—“

“Sure—“ Angel Dust spun around and chucked the rubble away, “—but you can’t leave permanently. You have to come back, sooner to later. Just like…” 

He gazed down at the dust on his hands, before clenching them into fists. “Like me and Valentino.”

“It’s not… that bad,” Husk muttered, with a slight wince.

For the most part, Alastor had kept Husk on a light leash, only tightening the chains if Husk dared to act up. Alastor had threatened him in private, but he hadn’t followed through on those threats (so far).

On seldom occasions, he had even saved Husk’s ass…

Contrary to Valentino, who took pleasure in violating Angel Dust whenever he could.

Angel Dust was staring down at the ravaged ground.

Husk gestured to him. “Any chance, uh, Valentino got exterminated?”

“I wish!” Angel Dust exhaled. He flexed his limbs, pushing against invisible bonds. “I don’t feel any different…” He looked up at Husk. “What about you? Is Smiles gone for good?”

“Nah!” Husk’s gaze roved around the ruins. Alastor would pop up at any moment. “He’ll be back before we know it.”

“And you’ll still be here,” murmured Angel Dust, “even if it’s not your choice.”

“Eh.” Husk shrugged. 

Running the front desk and the bar wasn’t the worst job in Hell. Maybe Husk was tied to the hotel… compelled to stay there and maintain it by Alastor…

Husk would complain about having to listen to everyone’s moaning, but honestly? He’d had grown quite fond of their company. (Plus— the booze was free!)

A smile slipped across Angel Dust’s face. “What about when— if— I ascend to Heaven?”

“Seriously? You still wanna go up there, after how they treated us?”

“We could take ‘em…” Angel Dust pursed his lips. He caught Husk’s hand. “Come with me?”

“I don’t give a shit about Heaven...” Still, Husk didn’t pull away. He coughed. “But, if the whole hotel happens to ascend, somehow? I’ll see you up there.” He gave Angel Dust’s hand a squeeze.

It wasn’t a contract, or a promise, or an aspiration binding them together… but something filled with hope. A gamble. A shot in the dark… and some other third thing. (Husk had run out of hopeful metaphors.)

Deviously, Angel Dust grinned. “You might need to get in line— Charlie said Heaven’s full of hot people.”

“Ha!” Husk laughed as Angel lifted his arm and twirled Husk around on the spot. “I’ll wait… Now, help me find the front desk, will you? Then, maybe I can take a quick break in town…”

“Deal!”

[mydaddywiki]

Fuzzy Zoeller

Physique: Husky Build Height: 5'10" (1.78 m)

Frank Urban "Fuzzy" Zoeller Jr. (born November 11, 1951-) is an American professional golfer who has won ten PGA Tour events including two major championships. He is one of three golfers to have won the Masters Tournament in his first appearance in the event. He also won the 1984 U.S. Open, which earned him the 1985 Bob Jones Award.

Handsome, nice belly, an even nicer bulge and easygoing American masculine style, Fuzzy always looks ready to shoot a load or two down some lucky cocksucker’s throat. Known for his critical humor, at the 1997 Masters Tournament, he made a racist remark regarding Tiger Woods. Zoeller later offered an apology which Woods accepted.

Of course he's married with a son and three daughters (which go to my 'love to fuck' theory). His passions include hunting, fishing and he enjoys all sports as well as golf course design. A plus. He also loves to cook and grill with his own line of BBQ and Steak Sauces as well as premium dry rubs. Another plus. He has also launched his own line of ultra-premium vodka, Fuzzy’s Ultra Premium Vodka. Also a plus as I can get him drunk with his own stash so we could have some inebriated fun.

[upontherisers]

Things you said at the kitchen table for Mahalia & Bucky? 💙

this was such a good prompt killy thank you thank you!!! tw for a brief death mention. prompt from this list. if anyone wants to listen along, i'd throw on halloween by phoebe bridgers.

“Where were you?” she asks from the table as he enters the kitchen.

He turns over his shoulder as he pours a glass of water so he can look at her in the warm light of the overhead lamp, all tucked into her Wayne State sweater, a few dark curls escaping from her headscarf and onto her forehead. Lucky guy, he is.

“Sal’s,” he says. “Donaldson said he was paying if the Yankees pulled through, so…”

She nods hurriedly. “Of course.”

“Thought we were gonna miss last call. They scored eight in the fifth then spent the sixth walking batters, and the Tigers can’t hit for shit so there was an hour worth of foul balls.”

From the sink, he looks out into the blue night and over the fence. The sky is covered in stars, and it’s so warm that he can see the green on the trees waving in the breeze — summer has arrived, rising up from the river and soaking into everything. The grass needs mowing and the garden needs weeding but it seems cruel now to cut down things at the height of realizing they’re alive. Maybe he’ll take Mahalia to the lake this weekend, or rent a rowboat on the river and watch her look over the side and marvel at the fish. Lucky guy.

“It cleared out during the eighth once it was clear which way it was going. Every seat had a view of home plate. You would’ve liked—”

A sniff interrupts him. Turning, he catches a shine on her cheek before she wipes it away, reaches for the cane resting between her thighs, and pushes back from the table as if to leave, but she stays seated.

“Mahalia?”

“No, it’s—I’m, I’m fine.” Her gaze is fixed on the small painted vase of wildflowers at the center of the table and he can see tears pooled above her bottom lashes — bright and golden from the glow overhead. A hand rests on the wood, flexing nervously.

His glass clatters into the sink and she jumps, tears running down her cheeks and darkening the cotton where they land. She gasps, surprised at herself, and swipes at her face with another sniff as he comes to a knee on the tile in front of her.

“Mahalia… hey, hey, hey.” He leans as she does, to the right, to the left, but she won’t meet his eyes, instead fussing at his collar and his hair with trembling hands.

“The radio,” she starts, “the radio said there was a fight. A man was killed.”

Resting her hands from his shirt, he takes them in his own and pushes his thumbs back and forth over her knuckles as she shakily exhales. “A fight?”

“After the game. They said a—a Yankees fan was drunk, they said they—they beat him to death.” Her voice cracks and the sound washes over him cold and stinging, like walking in October snow.

He kisses her knuckles and counts them, all ten, in his head. They’d left halfway through the ninth is what he hadn’t told her yet, worried about last call but the women at home most of all — Chip wanted to tuck in his girls one last time before sending them off to camp tomorrow and John was hoping Mahalia was still up so he could kiss her good night and look into her eyes and see that summer was getting to her, too. He didn’t mean it like this.

“I’ll call from Sal’s next time,” he says, but he doesn’t want a next time until he knows she won’t force herself to stay awake, alone in the dark, in a chair too stiff to rest in.

“Oh, don’t do that, I just—”

He cradles her face and she finally meets his eyes with tears tangled in the corners of hers. “They’re gonna have to do more than kill me, you know that?”

Her laugh is watery but real and the bubble of guilt in his chest pops as she pecks him on the lips and presses her forehead to his. It’s warm again, summer seeping through the tile below and rising to meet them. “How ‘bout the river tomorrow, you and me? You can see your fish.”

“You lie, John Egan,” she declares. “Those fish are nasty and smelly.”

She’s smiling all the same as she rises and handles her cane to her side, starting down the hall to their room. “But yes,” she calls over her shoulder, “we can go to the river.”

[gracegrove]

Steve and Billy walking home drunk from a party when they cut through the park.

They start messing around on the playground and eventually end up trying to use the swings. Steve tries to sit down and leans out too far and falls on his ass laughing in a heap. Billy's dying.

"You're shit faced Harrington! Ain't gonna happen!" Billy whoops in between giggles.

Steve stumbles to his feet, "I can do it! Not like you can!" Billy snorts, grabbing the chains and taking a seat. "Wanna fuckin bet?"

He gets about two full swings in before the dizziness catches up with him, and he has to drag his heels to a sudden stop before the world spins completely off it's axis and flips his stomach beyond it's return.

Steve snickers. "Shuddup." Billy pouts kicking the wood chips. "Hey...." Steve elbows him, "I dare you to try that swing." Billy follows Steve's pointed finger to the toddler swing, with the leg holes.

Billy glowers back at Steve, "you're twisted." Steve smirks, giving Billy an unsettling shove on the swing. "Wassa matter? Fraid that fat ass won't fit???" Steve makes to walk away. Uncaring. Hips swaying and feet unsteady. Billy's nose wrinkled in but a seconds contemplation before he pushed out of his seat and grabbed the new perch.

"Wash n' learn P' boy." Billy slurred, slapping a fat palm against the boy's chest. He grabbed the toddler seat, hoisting in a leg through the seat. It was a tight squeeze, but he wasn't going to let Steve have this tonight. Oh no. This was gonna be his prize tonight even if it was the dumbest thing on his shelf of accomplishments. Hopping on one foot, he grabbed the chain, lifting and shimmying. Yes shimmying his other leg into the tiny bucket seat. Halfway in and it was beyond snug. Pinchingly tight. He might get bruises from this.

Leaning on the swing set pole, Steve watched, "how's it going tiger?" "Fuck you!" Billy snapped with a grunt as he shifted his hips side to side. He was close. So close. With one more good wiggle and then -! Whump! He was in. Fully seated. Steve threw his head back howling, grabbing his sides in stitches. Billy knew he'd get far on determination but didn't actually think this would happen. He was frozen like possum caught in baited trap. The mental processing was on a delay.

"Christ Billy, you should see yourself!" Steve cried, wiping his eyes. Billy shot him a look of sheer hatred, "son of a bitch." He gave the seat a hearty tug, straining and pushing. Groaning and whining pitifully as it clung to him. "The fuck am I supposed to do now Harrington!?!" Billy's voice cracked in desperation.

Steve was doubled over on himself, wheezing.

Just then, red and blue lights lit up the dark park.

"The hell are you two knuckle draggers doin!?" Hopper asked, flashlight pointed from his Chevy Blazer.

[taocc-updates]

”Oh, you like Taocc? Name every character.”

BET.

edit: I added the vague number of total characters listed. We’re at about 270, and I’m still adding characters.

(*By technicality

**formerly/no longer active/no longer acknowledged by the narrative as existing

***exist as of like ten seconds ago

I will only be including characters recognized as part of Taocc by more than one person. Characters will be vaguely grouped together however the frick I feel like and with only the vague suggestion of transitions. A character must have a tangible role that still has effects at the time of posting to be counted. I’m not counting all the deactivated characters from OG Taocc, for example. I am referencing the updates blog list as well as my following for this, because the challenge is to name them all, not to name them all by memory. Animals barely count sometimes when I feel like it.)

Gangle, Ragatha**, Pomni**, Kinger**, Zooble**, Caine*, Bubble**, S-Gangle, Shadow, Kaufmo, Sproingle, Unnamed Abtractions*, Easton West, Northa West, Lonn Gitud, Lattia Tudor, Felicia, Caleb, Zachariah Woods, Zombie anon, Simon Mallory/Silhouette/Aleksander, Isaac Brennan/Mix, Elida Doyle, Alice Mallory, Nikolai Harrison/Carbine, Artemis/Kepler, Calamity/Cassandra, Remnant, Sami Harrison, Yelena, Daniel, Artem, Charles/Plague Doctor Anon, Dialtone/Drias, Ilas/Amalgam, Trevor***, Archie***, Abigail***, Stella***, Paisley***, Espresso the Cat, Edward/Pharaoh, Abayomi, Clown Anon, Colorbine, Helpful Anon, Waffle Anon, Sparkler Anon, Kumo, Kopi, Violet, Stitch, Chance, Nightmare, Arthur Pendragon, Verie Pendragon, Mercutio, Juliet/Assassin Anon, Aokigahara, Dunite, Rocky, Rusty, Ryan, Dunite’s Parents, Deedee, Usagi/Usa, Icia/Ice anon, Fred, Odette/Odysseys, Samuel, Mytha, Celio, Basso, Vaga, Nova, Hexe, Slynn, Yume, Yume’s Mother and Father, the Protector, Ramona/Rae, Mirobelle, Ramiro, Achilles, Dime, Aklatan, Latte, Alexander (kingdom edition), Mocha, Switchboard, Ace Zeppelin, Damsel, Levi, Nathan, Myau, Nya, Mynou, Dusk, Jessy, Amelia, Jessy’s mother, Fynn, Joy, Ciana, Apollo, Virgo, Aster, Lance, Raina, Flare, Citrina, Citrina’s sisters (the only named one is “Jade”), Nymn, Nymn’s ex, Fae anon, Clara, Chip, Alpen, Unnamed Zodiac Angels, Kade, Feris, Pixel, Vanessa, Unnamed Arcade Worker 2/Mike, Conny, Shairo (deceased permanently), Hans, “John Smith”, Gun Pirate (lol), Unnamed Drunk Pirate, Unnamed Jar Lady, Unnamed third pirate with a gun, Dalia, Mikey, Anderson, Toga, Abstraction Anon, Quin, Blaze (Squiffer edition)/Zephyr, Skeleton anon, Mage Anon/Tanya, Camara, Avian, Sign Anon/Steven, Origami Anon/Octavia, Tea Anon/Kitsune/Katrina, Simon (Bookend), Seer anon/Sarah, Umbra, Arrows anon, Bow Anon, (Other) Bow Anon, Hex, Sun, Moon*, Sigil, Insanity, Dusty, Lantern/Eternal Flame, Eternity, Darkis, Infinity, Entity, Ember, Unknown, Juko, Lilo, Bob, Hammer, Mallet, Fox anon, Teleporting anon, Nuffle, Pyxel, Thanatos, Tiger, Siam, Sabrina (Sun’s daughter), Taika, Sisu, Quest, Tip, Stranger, Radio, Shelly, Astrion, Gaia, Aella, Electricity anon, Conspiracy anon, Bap Anon, Eve.chr, Phoenix*, The Dragon of Abyss, The Dragoness of Sky, Lemonade/Lewis, Reverie/Guidance anon, Unnamed Autumn Season, Unnamed Winter Season, Neb, Cardlan, Minimi, Entity (Backrooms edition), Casper, Manna, Pamela, Eden*, Grif, Trudy, Pen, Paper, Sophronius, Acacius, Milo, Drunk anon (deceased), Scissors anon, Thief Anon, Void anon, Cupcake anon, Chaos Enjoyer Anon, Thyme, Angst anon, villain anon, “Lucy”, Simp anon, Comax, Pickle gifter anon, pickle stealer anon, fish anon, deus ex machinanon, mail anon, foundation anon, lost anon, dropkick anon, Bug anon, Paranoia Anon, Rocket launcher anon, Kyubey, Mimic, Rodger, Ludvic, sunshine anon, anger anon, Frazzle, Wade, Loyal anon, Loyal Servant anon, the cookie run cookies lol, Felicia (top hat edition), Tophat, Greenie, Red(?), The Polygon Bees (TM), Eepy anon, Ethan, Dark, Void/Ollie, DJ, Star, Mercury/Marcus, Elysia/Evangeline Elizabeth Ambrosia, Blaze (Planetquest edition)/Brandon, Jasper, Callista/Leilani, Ursula, Ari, Lumiel/Lark, uhhh…I think that’s it

did I do it do I freaking win

Someone please count how many characters there are (there should be one comma per character if that helps)

Edit: Nevermind, I did it for you.

This is a vague number, the actual number is higher than this, maybe about 270-300

[wildfire317s-oc-box]

Demon slayer R.P Starter: Yukio

*Somewhere in the darkest parts of the forest, at some point about an hour or two after sundown Yukio was hidden, crouched like a tiger amongst the thick wild grasses and a few bushes, laying in wait for his latest hunt to fall asleep and for the one human who was sitting with his back to him to be the one left on guard for his moment to strike. Yukio had been tracking this group of escaped rapists and other perverts for a week now but every time he caught up to them after sleeping until sundown something would always go wrong and they would leave their camp before he get there which usually left him with less than an hour before sunrise for him to find or make somewhere to hide. But due to being able to stay right on their heels thanks to the trees and some damn near surgically precise timing on his part he managed to injure one of them in the leg just enough to heavily impede their traveling earlier that morning, though the scent of freshly spilled blood sent him into a feeding frenzy and nearly drove him to jumping into sunlight for just a taste. There were nine of them excluding a hostage they had taken at some-point when he had passed out for a bit (whom he was planning on letting go), just barely enough to make this hunt worth it and he knew for a fact that all but the one he was waiting on taking guard; snored once they were soundly asleep and what order they went in. He wouldn't have to wait to very long now especially since they had been drinking quite a bit... His tail quietly swished back and forth, As he waited to pounce he could feel himself starting to uncontrollably drool with hunger and could feel himself getting desperate and growing more impatient by the second..."maaan im starving... i wanna eat already...mmm they smell delicious and look so easy to scare heheh im gonna enjoy devouring them" he thought to himself with a hungry grin. He gnawed on one of his hands to prevent his hyena-like giggles from sneaking past his lips, but couldn't do much to stop his stomach from growling loudly or prevent his secondary mouth from gnashing its shark-like teeth with vicious hunger. He would make short work of them, with how hungry he was he knew there would be nothing more than their torn, slobber drenched clothing left once he was through with them and he would certainly have to go track down more prey to feel full, maybe even go on another raid.*

This is where you find him:

Humans (and others that don't eat humans): *as you are walking along a path, you happen to notice a group of rather drunk looking men camping around a small fire in a small clearing deeper into the trees and behind one of the sleeping men you think that for a moment you see what look like the large, light refracting eyes of some kind of predator looking at them. It could be a demon, it could be an animal but either way whatever it is looks hungry and you may want to warn them before it decides to make them it's next meal*

Humans (and others that dont eat human's) 2: *you had been taken hostage while the demon hiding behind one of your captors was napping earlier that day. You noticed him following the group not long after you had gotten taken, but had yet to say anything about him. You wondered if he knew you were a hostage or if he even cared. They were planning to do bad things to you before they left to keep moving and left you for dead in the middle of the woods for scavengers and it wasn't like you could escape since they hog-tied you. You were surprised the one on guard didn't hear him with how loud his growling stomach and gnashing fangs were, but they were all pretty drunk...and they were probably louder to you as you seemed to be the only one aware of them.*

Demons (and others that do eat humans): *as you are going about your nightly business you happen to find a group of human men camping around a fire in the forest. They were drunk enough that you could faintly smell the alcohol coming off of them. And from the looks of it you aren't the only one who may be eyeing these humans for a decently sized next meal. You get the sense that whoever that demon in the bushes is they are strong enough to rival most of the kizuki. They seemed to be waiting for something before attacking...maybe they spotted you and are waiting for you to make your move so they can see what you will do.*

[haovcrse-a]

📞 — you’re stuck in the woods alone and at night & have enough battery to make one last short phone call to your partner/s. what are you saying to them?

📼 — what is a favourite memory you guys share? least favourite?

📸 — who is the most into pda? the least? who flirts more in public?

for Gallahao and thomayahao :]

- tired

oooh gallahao content is so silly >:DD my characterization is off today dfkhkjlg consider this my warm up lol

📞 & gallahao.

"to come pick me up." gallagher scratches at his neck. "what else would i be sayin' to him."

"you'd be able to find your way back no problem," zhao deadpans. "im not wasting my time searching for you."

"how sweet of you, darlin'," he drawls with a roll of his eyes.

"stupid hound."

"sly fox."

( "a-are you two going to finish answering the quest-" "don't bother. they won't." )

📞 & thomayahao.

"bold of you to come to the conclusion that we'd ever be apart," ayato hums. "unless you're insinuating something of course. in which case..."

zhaoyi leans over and nudges him harshly in the ribs.

"stop being weird," he grumbles.

"well, i'd probably tell them i got caught with something and that im going to be a bit late coming home," thoma says with a smile, caught in the middle of the other two's spat. "i wouldn't want to worry them too much by giving out a lot of detail."

"that's only going to make the tiger worry more," ayato snorts, pinching one of zhao's ears.

"i'd tell thoma i love him," zhao says bluntly. thoma forces a laugh.

"aw how sweet!" the blonde says nervously, having an idea as to where this is going.

"and tell ayato he's not in the will."

"you-"

"guys wait were still on camera-"

( "s-should we stop them?" "... let's just... move on." )

📼 & gallahao.

"when this idiot spilt soda all over me the first time we met," zhao chuckles.

"when the dunbass bumped into me and made me drop a tray full of glasses," gallagher responds, a hint of bite to his words.

( "...do they ever stop insulting each other?" "afraid not; it's their love language." )

📼 & thomayahao.

"too many to say," thoma laughs. "it's never a dull moment here."

"i certainly have a least favourite memory," ayato says. it sounds calm enough, but the side-eye his sends zhao is certainly a give away.

"don't be such a pessimist." zhao flicks ayato on the neck. "i, for one, loved that time where you got so drunk after a meeting that you-"

"enough." ayato shoots him a scathing glare before clearing his throat. "fine. my favourite memory is when we all sorted out our feelings and got together."

📸 & gallahao.

the minute "most into pda" came up, the both of them simultaneously point at each other.

"eh? what do you mean me?" the brunette scoffs. "remember that time you grabbed my ass while i was servin' drinks?"

"says the clingy one who always has to be holding my hand our shoulder."

"i'm not clingy."

"you're more of a puppy than a full grown hound," zhao teases with a slight smirk. "neither of us are really averse to pda."

"this one here is the bigger flirt, though." gallagher ruffles the other's hair, pushing zhao's head down lightly. "smooth talks his way out of anything."

"eh, but you love it, don't you, sweetheart?"

📸 & thomayahao.

all hands instantly point at ayato for pda.

"hmm? i don't know what you two mean," he chuckles.

"you're ankle is currently interlocked with thoma's, and you haven't let go of my hand since the first question," zhao scoffs.

"zhao is probably the least into pda out of the three of us." nudges his knee against ayato's in a teasing manner. "ayato is also the biggest flirt."

"lies. kitty over here is clearly the smoother one."

"only when you provoke me. you do it whenever."

"are you saying you don't enjoy it?"

zhao lets go of ayato's hand and pulls thoma to his side, using the blonde as a shield and lets out a soft hiss.

( "cut! we're cutting! no more fighting on set!" )

[animespr1te]

Is There A U.A Traitor...?

Is There Is No U.A Traitor..?- made by An!mesprite AU WARNINGS: SASSY IIDA, SUS AIZAWA, SASSY NEZU, EMO TODORONI It was a peaceful morning at U.A. High. Class 1-A was being forced to go back to The Forest Training Camp. As everyone loaded the bus, Aizawa snuck in a bag suspiciously as if hiding something. “Mr. Aizawa? Why are you hiding your bag?” Izuku asked worried “we’re not going to steal it, or at least I won’t,” Izuku added “What do you mean, Midoriya? I won’t steal I-” Todoroki spoke before Aizawa interrupted “Quiet, it just has some coffee- No, It’s my bag, fuck off,” Shouta spoke nervously yet angrily “Wow, rude” Mineta muttered before Iida whacked Mineta with Iida’s women respectful hands. “You have no room to talk Grape juice” Iida spoke strictly as usual. “Hey, you remembered my hero nam-” Mineta was speaking before Iida whacked him again “Shush it, you-” Iida spoke before pointing at Bakugo “SACK OF POORLY PACKED HORSE SHIT!” Bakugo shouted at Mineta The girl laughed happily, and so did Kaminari and Sero “KAMI! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Mineta angrily yelled “HAHA! S-Sorry man! AHA!” Kaminari laughed as Jirou held Kaminari’s hands as she giggled and played with her ear jacks But, in the back of the bus, Ojirou, Hagakure, Mina, and Uraraka were happily chatting about how they hated the fact the U.A. High PTO unbanned grenades. Meanwhile, Aizawa was huddled up in a seat, rummaging through his back, Izuku seemed to be watching, wondering something. “Midoriya?” Shoto’s voice rang in Izuku’s ears. Izuku looked over and saw Shoto looking at Izuku, after finally being done peaking over Iida’s shoulder and letting Iida read to Shoto. “Do you have any snacks?” Shoto asked “Oh, uh, er… No.. Sor-” “Just like how you don’t have a dad” Izuku sat there in his bus seat, shocked before Iida whacked Todoroki on the head.                  “Hey, Bullying Deku is Bakugo’s job!” Iida reminded Todoroki “WHAA-” Izuku yelled before Todoroki interrupted “Oh yeah, oopsie Daisy” Todoroki muttered before going back to reading Iida’s book over Iida’s shoulder Izuku got up from his seat on the bus, even tho the bus was still moving. He walked over to Uraraka “Oh, Hey Deku!” Urarake spoke happily. “Hey Uraraka..” Izuku spoke oddly “What’s wrong?” Hagakure asked “Yeah, you seem off,” Ojirou added “Mr. Aizawa is acting… odd..” Izuku spoke uncomfortably Ojirou stood up but quickly got thrown down from the bus halting at the campsite.

“I told you to stay seated” Hagakure muttered before getting her bags and walking out of the bus with everyone else As everyone walked out Rag-Doll happily greeted them all “Welcome back Class 1-A!” Rag-Doll delightedly hopped over Mineta started simping, but Sero tied him up in tape Pixie-Bob ran over to chat with all the boys but the boys quickly ran away “Hey! Ugh! That’s no fun.” Pixie-Bob angrily stated “Calm down,” Mandalay replied “We can talk to them later,” Mandalay said as she gently patted Pixie-Bob’s head Tiger stood behind the Wild Wild Pussycats protectively Aizawa walked over as he chugged his third Jack Daniel’s Whiskey “So, Students, set up the fire, make food? Whatever..” Drunk Aizawa spoke Aizawa flopped on the floor. After a while, everyone went to bed, but Aizawa woke up Aizawa was sitting at a bench, drinking vodka happily, basically chugging it. Aizawa started wandering the woods, walking far, and eventually getting to the streets, cars drove by, but one car pulled over, The man in the car had a raspy voice… “H-hey, Eraser Head, right?” The man spoke slightly nervously “Eh, yeah..” Aizawa answered, still drunk as hell “Get in.” the man in the car said. “Why should I? You, yoooooou kidnapper?!” The Drunk Aizawa spoke stupidly “But you’re not a kid…” The man in the car spoke awkwardly  “Nuh-uh.” “...FUCK YOU MEAN ‘Nuh-uh’?!” “....” Aizawa stayed silent while staring off into space “HELLO!?!” The man in the car yelled “Meh? Do you have, uh… vodka. Oooooooorrr, uhhh alcohol?”Aizawa drunkenly asked “I.. uh, yeah.” The man in the car replied Aizawa jumped in the car through the backseat window and landed on two people, then Aizawa blacked out Later he woke up in a dusty bar, drinks in front of him, shortly later he was being passed drinks by Shigaraki who picked him up earlier “THEY’RE ALL LITTLE SHITS!! WE HAD TO RENT A WHOLE FOREST! A WHOLE FUCKING FOREST AND THE PUSSY-CATS!! Do you even KNOW how expensive those DAMN trees are!!??” Aizawa drunkenly yelled (I tricked you, this was a meme post, lol, if you don't know, this is a story about a funny meme of drunken Aizawa giving the villains info. https://www.tumblr.com/capmeeptwo/170579035684/there-is-no-ua-traitor-aizawa-is-just-a-loose

(me me is happy I finished it:3)

[the-chronicle-of-holy-days]

Day 4

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli

Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII

VI

1. Thou wast a priestess, O my God, among the Druids; and we knew the powers of the oak.

2. We made us a temple of stones in the shape of the Universe, even as thou didst wear openly and I concealed.

3. There we performed many wonderful things by midnight.

4. By the waning moon did we work.

5. Over the plain came the atrocious cry of wolves.

6. We answered; we hunted with the pack.

7. We came even unto the new Chapel and Thou didst bear away the Holy Graal beneath Thy Druid vestments.

8. Secretly and by stealth did we drink of the informing sacrament.

9. Then a terrible disease seized upon the folk of the grey land; and we rejoiced.

10. O my God, disguise Thy glory!

11. Come as a thief, and let us steal away the Sacraments!

12. In our groves, in our cloistral cells, in our honeycomb of happiness, let us drink, let us drink!

13. It is the wine that tinges everything with the true tincture of infallible gold.

14. There are deep secrets in these songs. It is not enough to hear the bird; to enjoy song he must be the bird.

15. I am the bird, and Thou art my song, O my glorious galloping God!

16. Thou reinest in the stars; thou drivest the constellations seven abreast through the circus of Nothingness.

17. Thou Gladiator God!

18. I play upon mine harp; Thou fightest the beasts and the flames.

19. Thou takest Thy joy in the music, and I in the fighting.

20. Thou and I are beloved of the Emperor.

21. See! he has summoned us to the Imperial dais.

The night falls; it is a great orgy of worship and bliss.

22. The night falls like a spangled cloak from the shoulders of a prince upon a slave.

23. He rises a free man!

24. Cast thou, O prophet, the cloak upon these slaves!

25. A great night, and scarce fires therein; but freedom for the slave that its glory shall encompass.

26. So also I went down into the great sad city.

27. There dead Messalina bartered her crown for poison from the dead Locusta; there stood Caligula, and smote the seas of forgetfulness.

28. Who wast Thou, O Caesar, that Thou knewest God in an horse?

29. For lo! we beheld the White Horse of the Saxon engraven upon the earth; and we beheld the Horses of the Sea that flame about the old grey land, and the foam from their nostrils enlightens us!

30. Ah! but I love thee, God!

31. Thou art like a moon upon the ice-world.

32. Thou art like the dawn of the utmost snows upon the burnt-up flats of the tiger’s land.

33. By silence and by speech do I worship Thee.

34. But all is in vain.

35. Only Thy silence and Thy speech that worship me avail.

36. Wail, O ye folk of the grey land, for we have drunk your wine, and left ye but the bitter dregs.

37. Yet from these we will distil ye a liquor beyond the nectar of the Gods.

38. There is value in our tincture for a world of Spice and gold.

39. For our red powder of projection is beyond all possibilities.

40. There are few men; there are enough.

41. We shall be full of cup-bearers, and the wine is not stinted.

42. O dear my God! what a feast Thou hast provided.

43. Behold the lights and the flowers and the maidens!

44. Taste of the wines and the cates and the splendid meats!

45. Breathe in the perfumes and the clouds of little gods like wood-nymphs that inhabit the nostrils!

46. Feel with your whole body the glorious smoothness of the marble coolth and the generous warmth of the sun and the slaves!

47. Let the Invisible inform all the devouring Light of its disruptive vigour!

48. Yea! all the world is split apart, as an old grey tree by the lightning!

49. Come, O ye gods, and let us feast.

50. Thou, O my darling, O my ceaseless Sparrow-God, my delight, my desire, my deceiver, come Thou and chirp at my right hand!

51. This was the tale of the memory of Al A’in the priest; yea, of Al A’in the priest

(Years favorite is with bold as always) and I can’t even explain this days choice haha

[jellogram]

Listening to Dance Fever again and Girls Against God is killing me because I heard this first when I was mentally and financially trapped in my parents house feeling like a caged tiger losing my mind so "It's good to be alive crying into cereal at midnight/ if they ever let me out, I'm gonna really let it out" hit pretty hard.

And like... I did? I escaped and immediately launched a multi-year solo trip wherein I have been going completely apeshit in various cities around the world. Like I went from dissolving into goo in my childhood bedroom to being drunk with strangers in New Orleans, in Vegas, in Toronto, in Berlin, in England... in addition to all my usual non-drinking shenanigans like almost dying the woods or whatever.

Like I knew I had these tendencies and that's why the song hit so hard when I heard it. But God what a fulfilled prophecy. They let me out and I really let it out.

[hangon-silvergirl]

how about an au where instead of chrissy being possessed by vecna but instead it’s eddie that vecna is targeting and chrissy has to try to save him before eddie gets killed? you can make it smut or anything like that, it was just an idea that i had in mind :)

Howdy! I think this could be a super interesting S4 fix-it fic, honestly! The biggest challenge there is that Eddie needs to be vulnerable and Chrissy needs to not be. And the dear woods scene would probably not happen, but there could be a different avenue to bring them together effectively, I think.

Without further ado:

Eddie's piece-of-shit dad gets out of jail in early March of 1986 and comes sniffing around Wayne's trailer looking for handouts. Wayne can't say no to his little brother, has that 'gotta-take-care-of-em' nature, and Eddie just tries to make himself scarce because it's almost always a short-lived intrusion. Larry Munson'll get under your skin though, whether you let him or not. He's sly, a master-manipulator, cold and hot, a mean drunk, and a user who will bleed you dry just because he can. He ribs on his only son, calls him dumb (for failing HS twice), tells him to drop-out and get it over with, calls him a hippie freak (for the long hair and aesthetic), tells him it's no wonder his mama OD'd because Eddie kinda makes him wanna OD too, tells him he's a burden to his uncle, calls his music demon bullshit, and tries to convince Eddie to partner with him to jack cars '''cause it ain't like you're gonna make something of yourself, rock star." So yeah, Eddie tries to avoid his dad but he's always there, and he comes to Eddie's shows to heckle and his toxicity is just constant, constant, constant, until Eddie's rendered down to distraction, throbbing anger, and more or less starts to hate himself. The headache and the nosebleeds and the visions start soon after, and he becomes Vecna's planned victim #1.

Chrissy, on the other hand, started seeing Ms. Kelley earlier in the school year after her cheer coach found her purging and her mother didn't seem concerned about that one iota. With earlier intervention from the guidance counselor, and with support from her coach, Chrissy slowly but surely starts to set boundaries with her parents, develops healthier coping measures for her anxiety, and learns to stand up for herself. She is still with Jason at the start of the story, but that changes after his self-indulgent, grandiose bullshit at the pep rally. 1) Heather Holloway was her friend and him using her (and the rest of the victims of the mall fire) that way is gross, and 2) she has repeatedly told him that she hates PDA for the sake of 'publicity'. It's the final nail in the coffin for what was already a dying relationship. She doesn't blow a kiss back, just gives him a steely glare, which certainly deflates the moment, and after the event she tears a strip off of him in the middle of the very busy school hallway, and breaks up with him right then and there.

This shakes Jason and the team well off their game. The Tigers lose, abysmally; get clobbered in record time. All the jocks go to drown their sorrows at Benny's post-game, but Chrissy has no interest, bids her friends adieu, and takes her time in the locker room. When she finally emerges, Hellfire is letting out for their final session. She sees the crowd of club members rambling off into the night and glances into the drama room as she walks past, more out of curiosity than anything else. She sees Eddie Munson stock-still and looking terrified in the middle of the room. She immediately backtracks and knocks on the door. He doesn't respond to the sound. "Eddie?" she asks, first quietly and then a little louder, and eventually he realizes she's there.

The Forest conversation largely takes place here; Chrissy asks him about D&D and the game they just played and that gets his spirits up a bit; he does the 'this isn't the first time we've hung out' intro, but it's Chrissy who has to instigate the flirting, make him feel comfortable, and she definitely goes into detail about the impression a certain little boy with a buzzcut made on baby Chrissy. He seems resigned to calling it a night when the convo trails off though, says he'll just go home and get baked or keep losing his mind, whatever happens first; he then makes some offhand comment about her getting back to Camelot. Apparently he'd missed the spectacle with Jason and she reveals in getting to tell him the story and enjoys his very delighted reactions to the whole thing retold. "Honestly," she says, thinking he shouldn't be alone. "It's been a crazy day. Would you share a joint with me? My parents are out of town. You'll have to show me how, though; I've never done it before." This prospect seems to reset his brain somewhat, and he agrees. They drive to her house in his van, and they go up to her room and he teaches her to smoke. They have a shot-gunning moment that I think would be absolutely necessary, and at some point Chrissy decides that they need music. They have a flirty little argument about their clashing tastes (her own collection is very, very pop-y), but Chrissy insists that, somewhere in this house, there is common ground for them musically. She says that she'll be right back, then goes and raids her dad's office for some LPs.

She comes back with Led Zeppelin II. Eddie's off the bed and standing with his back to her, looking out the window, so Chrissy just starts going a mile a minute about her record choice, tells some story about her and her dad, and busies herself getting it setup. She puts it on Side Two and kicks off out of order with Ramble On because it's her favorite (and has no idea that it was Eddie's mom's favorite too). After a beat she realizes that Eddie isn't responding and hasn't moved; she approaches him and he's in a trance of something, eyeballs rolled back so far that all she can see are the whites. She tries to wake him up--claps, snaps, yells, shakes him, even gives him a little slap--but nothing seems to do the trick. When he snaps up to the ceiling she screams, falls on the floor and backs away, and it's then that the song's chorus kicks, the juxtaposing injection of ramble on! Now's the time the time is now! feeling very, very wrong in the moment. He's trembling up there, eyes still white, mouth open; then suddenly one of Eddie's arms contorts and snaps, and Chrissy fully and completely flips her shit. Robert Plant sings, gotta find the queen of all my dreams, and Chrissy thinks, desperately, that that's not right, because this is her worst nightmare.

At that moment, though, Eddie's pupils reappear and he crashes to her floor and she screams again, crying now. She crawls over to him, going, "Oh my god, Eddie! Eddie are you okay? What the heck happened?" And he's a wilting mass of a boy with a painfully broken arm and he's sobbing as much as she is and he just word vomits the whole thing to her. She moves closer and cradles him and they both just cry all over each other, and only when the sobbing slows to sniffles does she reach for the phone on her bedside table and call 911.

Post-that they'd come up with some story about him dicking around to explain the broken arm, they stash his lunchbox in her ceiling and she tries to cover up the smell as best she can before the ambulance gets there. Eventually this gossip gets out from the hospital to the rest of Hawkins--the head cheerleader and Larry Munson's son, can you imagine!--including Dustin and the party. Dustin catches up with them at some point (because they're inseparable after the fact, trauma bonding and all) and Eddie's got Zeppelin II on repeat in his walkman, and after some cryptic back-and-forth the actual story comes up and we get down to business. The rest of the party are collected, the other victims come become apparently, and Eddie and Chrissy are there for the whole shebang; they fall in love over the course of the insanity, but they don't act on it.

In the end it would be Eddie, not Max, who lures Vecna, and Chrissy who has to protect him against jilted Jason (who has convinced himself that Chrissy and Eddie were fucking around behind his back). Eddie starts to see his own worth through hiding in his good memories, holds on to Chrissy's perception of him, and helps Eleven finish the job. The party succeeds and kills Venca, NOBODY DIES and there's no hell canyon, but of course it's all a last minute thing for drama.

Eddie and Chrissy share their first kiss in the aftermath of Vecna's defeat, on the floor of the attic of the Creel house.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

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