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thebusytypewriter · 1 year

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May I request from your Followers event. If it's no trouble, I request izuru kamakura and reader insert, and the length will be long. And can it be fluff with a tint of angst, That's all and thank you!

Oh absolutely, anon. I went ham with this one (the brainrot was BAD) so enjoy the extra long fic!~

As always, this will be cross-posted onto AO3 shortly.

As the world falls to pieces, no one is immune to injury, fatal or not.

You learn that the hard way when rioters become extra violent in Tokyo, which ends in several explosions, wrecks, fires… everything. Whether it’s a homemade blast, something stolen from the government, or a freak earthquake, you have no idea. All that you know was that you’re just trying to evacuate when something goes off, throwing you a dozen feet back, feet-over-head. You crash into something hard and simply black out from the impact.

How you’re still alive is a mystery to be sure. When you come to, you’re sprawled across the pavement, lightheaded and confused. To get your bearings, you attempt to stand.

Keyword being attempt.

Your legs aren’t cooperating, simply staying inert even when you pull up on a nearby car. All of your arm strength isn’t enough to pull yourself up, and your lower back hurts like a bitch. It’s enough to make you cry out in pain and frustration as you simply flop back onto the road, defeated.

For the first time, you realize that you’re alone and completely helpless.

Until you hear footsteps nearby—heeled shoes, clicking across the debris-covered pavement, heading in your direction with careful steps.

You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath. You’re not sure how much time has passed since the explosion, so you can’t completely rule out the idea that it’s a rioter. They were bloodthirsty people, and you would rather not get got immediately after waking up.

…Then again, who knows how long you could stay alive like this? Would you even be able to pull yourself to a store to get food? Or water?

The footsteps continue to approach, growing louder with every moment. You debate pleading for your life, wondering amidst the panic what you would even have to offer in exchange when—

“What an inconvenient place to rest,” they say, monotone and male. “The tension in your face suggests that you’re in pain.”

“Just get it over with,” you groan instead. “Put me out of my misery, yada yada.”

“Why would I kill you? You’re no threat to me.”

That’s… odd. You hesitantly open your eyes to see a vibrant red gaze looking back at you. This man stands over you without any sign of wary, only a blank expression on his face with the slightest hint of curiosity. Your eye is drawn multiple places, from the red eyes, to the long dark hair, to the rough scar across his crown. This is someone with a story, and you’d be enthralled if it wasn’t for the lingering confusion as to why he’s just… staring at you.

Weirdest looking angel I’ve ever seen.

“I assure you,” he says without prompt, “I am no angel.” When you gawk and open your mouth to question him, he simply talks over you. “Are you so faint as to not be aware that you said that out loud?”

It forces a startled laugh out of you. “I, uh, think I might have a concussion. Also my legs don’t work. So please, feel free to move on with your day.”

The stranger blinks at you. Once. Twice. “Odd,” he finally says, small and distant. “I shouldn’t be feeling pity.”

“Odd thing to say.”

“I should be incapable of having emotion. I was made that way.”

The scar across his crown suddenly makes sense, and now you’re feeling pity.

“Are your arms functional?” he asks.

“Yeah, looks like it. I can always just pull myself along until I find shelter, so—”

His hands are on you, then, guiding you up into a sitting position while you startle. The stranger is rather cold to the touch, but he’s quite gentle. After you’ve sat up, he fully squats in front of you, his gaze tracing everywhere available to it. One hand finds its way to the side of your head, and you yelp at the sharp pain. His brow furrows in response.

You think he’s checking your injuries, but for someone as hypothetically-emotionless as him, it feels odd.

He turns, back facing you now, and reaches out behind him a bit. “Arms around my neck.”

“Wh—The hell are you—?”

“That was not a request.” There’s no audible bite to his words, but you decide that you don’t want to test it.

Still hesitantly, you lean forward as much as you can and lock your arms around his neck, careful to not pull any of his hair in the process. Just as you’re about to question his intentions, the stranger’s hands slide under your knees and hoist you up into a piggyback position. You half expect him to show some kind of effort in standing, but he does so without problem.

You hold just a little bit tighter. “H-Hey, uh, whatcha doing?”

“I will be your transportation and protection until you are well enough to take care of yourself,” he responds simply, the duh implied. “Is this to your satisfaction?”

“…Do you have a name?”

Red eyes find you over his shoulder, no longer cold and menacing, but soft. “I have been named Izuru Kamukura. Call me whatever you wish, within reason.”

You introduce yourself to your savior, and he begins walking to god-knows-where.

– – –

Kamukura is, in fact, someone with a story. A batshit one, even.

Somehow, you manage to coerce him into spilling some things about himself. While he doesn’t remember much more than the past year or so, he does know that he was created as artificial talent by Hope’s Peak Academy by giving some poor Reserve Course student a lobotomy. (You’re upset on his behalf. What a dick move, Hope’s Peak.)

In return, you tell him a bit about yourself. Though, truthfully, there’s far less to tell than him. You’re a new university student, having barely made it past your second semester when everything went to shit. It’s unfortunate, really, but you do feel some semblance of peace without schoolwork constantly weighing down your shoulders.

Kamukura carries you everywhere, which really is everywhere, since you don’t have a destination, and he’s the wandering type. When not on the move, he provides you physical and occupational therapy by utilizing his many talents. Slowly, you gain more mobility in your lower half, but your legs still don’t cooperate enough to walk properly. When you suggest scouting out or making a wheelchair, he closes off.

You’ve gotten used to it, being looked after by a walking mystery. And if you didn’t know any better, you would say that you’ve both grown fond of each other.

(You contemplate kissing him by the fire one night.)

(You don’t. Your anxiety overtakes you.)

Judging by the day/night cycle, your time with Kamukura lasts for about three months before something changes. He’s particularly restless one morning from the moment you wake up, and he doesn’t elaborate when you ask him about it. You decide not to press.

It takes all day, but he ends up bringing you to the old Hope’s Peak Academy building, in all of its crumbling glory.

On the second floor, you arrive at a door that stands slightly ajar. It’s evidently a classroom, based on the remainder of desks scattering the place. From your minimal knowledge of Hope’s Peak, you know that this building was used for the Main Course students—the “Ultimates.” What would Kamukura have to do with classroom—You find the splintered remnant of a sign hanging from the wall—77-B?

Inside, he sets you down on the most intact chair. “Do you still have those flowers you found?”

The question takes you by surprise, but you nod and pull out the carefully-wrapped bundle: a daisy and a carnation. His luck had graced you with encountering the two in the remains of a flower shop the day before, so you’d taken special care to preserve them until you could find a good spot to replant them. It seems that he has another idea.

Kamukura grabs a vase from a shelf—again, has to be his luck for it to not be any worse than cracked—and gingerly places your flowers inside. He then sets it on a desk at the back of the room and slightly turns it, leaving a pretty array.

The pain that reaches his eyes alerts you to the truth—this is a memorial.

“…A friend of yours?” you ask as gently as you can.

“Chiaki Nanami. I believe she used to be a friend, before the Project.” Kamukura reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small hair clip, one with a pixelated spaceship. He rubs it between his fingers. “I watched her die at the hands of Junko Enoshima. I should have saved her. I was more than capable of doing so.”

“They took your emotions from you,” you counter. “Or at least they tried to. It’s not your fault you didn’t have the will to do it.”

“No, I am at fault. But at least Enoshima is dead now. She can no longer hurt the few people that I care about.” His meaningful gaze finds yours, and it shoots warmth through your body. “Would you mind giving a few moments of quiet? I have not been able to properly reflect on her like this until now.”

“Of course. Take as long as you need.”

And so he does.

Many minutes pass as Kamukura stares out the window into the setting sun, silent and somber. You watch him for a while, hurting by association, before you quietly pull out some paper and a pencil from your bag. Even if you can’t make this girl a headstone or something similar, you can make do and lay out a sign by the vase.

Chiaki Nanami, beloved friend and hero. Never forgotten.

While you fancy the lettering up a bit, something catches your eye from the doorway, forcing you to drop the pencil as you gasp. “K–Kamukura…!”

There stands a new face, a boy that can’t be much younger than you or your companion. His wide amber eyes are primarily locked on Kamukura, but they flicker to you with your outburst. With a suit and styled brown hair, you would have pegged him as a government agent or something, but he seems more nervous than anything.

You realize that you recognize him.

Kamukura turns sharply at your call, red eyes more murderous than they’d been in the past months, but they dull when they meet the newcomer’s. “Makoto Naegi. I understand that you’re here to apprehend me on behalf of the Future Foundation, along with the three dozen soldiers rapidly approaching our location.”

Naegi smiles in return, apologetic. “It’s, uh, good to meet you, Kamukura. But… yeah. Are you��?”

“I will not be running this time,” Kamukura assures him. “I will come quietly.”

You gape at the admission. “Wh—You’re—”

“On one condition.”

“O-Oh? Well, um, sure!” Naegi nods. “Sure. What is it?”

The walking mystery meets your gaze finally, and you hate the hesitancy in them. “My companion here is paralyzed in their lower half and requires medical attention. Physical therapy. Proper meals. I will only surrender if you take care of them as I have. They are not associated with my actions, and they are very important to me.”

Heat flies to your cheeks, but it does nothing to stop the pit from forming in your stomach.

The other seems surprised at Kamukura’s words, but he doesn’t voice it. Instead, his own apprehension melts away in favor of warm understanding. “I swear, we’ll take care of them as our own.”

“Then I surrender.”

“No,” you snap, pushing yourself up from the chair. Your weak legs wobble and threaten to give, but you hold yourself upright. “No, you can’t just leave me. Not after everything.” The desk is released in an attempt to step toward him, and your knees buckle beneath you.

He crosses the room in an instant, catching you under the arms before you fall completely and holding you to his chest. Your name comes out softly as he holds a hand to the side of your head like he did when you met. “I’ve known from the start that my path leads to the Future Foundation. It was a stroke of luck to come across a kind soul like yours along the way. Now I know that the Project could not strip me of all emotion; how else would I feel such fondness as this?”

“But I’m not gonna see you again, am I?”

“It is… unlikely, but not impossible. I won’t die, that much I am certain of. Stay with Naegi and his team until you’re better.”

“Kamukura—”

“That was not a request.”

You’re only faintly aware of the soldiers filing into the room as you hold his suit lapels tightly, stubbornly. They have to pull you from him like lovers separated in a war, and you’re handed off to Naegi as he apologizes to you.

Kamukura is escorted out of the building in restraints, and that’s the last you see of him.

Somewhere in the mess, a flower vase had been knocked over, its contents spilling onto the scorched classroom floor.

– – –

Given your questionable status within the Future Foundation, you’re kept in the dark about the Remnants as soon as they’re shipped off. Not that you expect much different, to be fair. No one trusts you from the moment you enter the facility, despite your lack of hostility and current physical handicap.

Speaking of, you’re quickly gifted a wheelchair for mobility purposes, but therapy is put on hold for the time being. It leaves your legs stiff and sore, even when you try to repeat the stretches Kamukura did with you.

You miss him, and you vocalize it often.

Asahina, a friend of Naegi’s, is in charge of monitoring you while her compatriots oversee the Remnants elsewhere. She does her best to keep you positive, and it only works sometimes.

You’re holding the pixel hair clip close one evening when your room’s monitor flickers on.

It shows the classroom Kamukura took you to, but it’s completely unscathed. Whole. Like the Tragedy never happened at all. You recognize the faces there from what little information you were given about the Remnants—Komaeda… Kuzuryu… Koizumi… all of them.

One girl introduces herself as Chiaki Nanami, and you gasp. Could it be…?

The final student enters the room, and your shock is completely overshadowed as you do a double-take. You know that face. It’s pinched with anxiety, not neutral, but you know it. You know those eyes. They’re olive green, not red, but you know them.

He calls himself Hajime Hinata, and you’re confused as hell.

Hina bursts into your room then, frantic and also confused as hell. She then spills their plan involving the Neo World Program, explaining the idea of blocking out Despair memories to heal their inner selves—or something like that—and clarifying that they did not expect Kamukura to revert to his pre-Project self.

You find that you like Hinata, but you wish he were Kamukura.

Then the killing game starts.

During your time with Kamukura, you’d witnessed the School Life of Mutual Killing, live on television, from start to finish. It was a horrific experience, and you weren’t even there. With the same bear in charge this time, the Remnants end up pressured to begin killing each other.

For the next three weeks, their numbers steadily decrease. You’re relieved that Hinata’s managed to make it this far.

As the program finally winds down, you catch wind of the Board’s displeasure of Naegi’s unauthorized actions. Hina manages to convince Togami to take you with him when he absconds, avoiding the fray, only for you to panic when one final killing game occurs among the Board and trial participants. Togami and his squadron rush to find their location, and you tag along on the helicopter ride to help with damage control.

To your surprise, Naegi insists that he and the others are fine and taken care of, and he points you in the direction of the seafront. You catch a glimpse of Class 77-B, and you take off in your wheelchair to meet them.

They’re piling onto a commandeered Future Foundation battleship, every one of them alive. It should be impossible for that to be the case, but you have a hunch.

You call out for Hinata, who startles, as you approach. Finally, sparing some room between you, your wheelchair comes to a stop. “So, um, you probably don’t know me, but I just…”

All words fail as you notice a distinct change about him—while one eye remains green, the other has taken on that sharp red you used to know. It’s the only thing truly Kamukura-like about him in appearance, but somehow it soothes you. There’s confusion in them, but only for a moment.

Hinata smiles, the warmth filling both eyes, and he says your name without prompt. “He told you he wouldn’t die, right?”

“Is he—”

“He’s in here. I think we have a lot to talk about. Do you think they’d mind if I borrowed you for a bit…?”

“Who the fuck cares?” You roll forward and past him to the ship’s ramp. “My transportation and protection is on this ship. If I’m a traitor, I’m a traitor. Munakata can fuck off.”

A laugh bubbles from him, and your heart flutters at the sound.

Even if he isn’t completely Kamukura, he’s still someone to lean on, both literally and figuratively.

He’s home.

I think there's been a glitch

Five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch

And I'm not even sorry

Nights are so starry, blood moonlit

It must be counterfeit

I think there's been a glitch

#Follower Event :D #salem's works #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #izuru kamukura #izuru kamakura x reader #kamukura x reader #i hope this was okay anon <3 #writers on tumblr

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ryuusei-ryka · 8 months

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I emerge from my grave to post a theory about MILGRAM

Hello hello everyone! I don't know how many of you will see this post due to my avoidance of social media these past years and thus my absolute ignorance about every possible change in this site.

ANYHOW let's get down to business.

I am going to write this post because I made my boyfriend (who does not use tumblr) catch up to MILGRAM's second trial and while I was teaching him about some fan theories he said something that I'm not sure I'll believe, but BOY isn't that interesting. So I thought it would be cool to share with other people and hear their thoughts.

Now, as the cool kids say, theory under the cut (?).

A necessary premise to do is that this theory is built on another one (that I can't find so please if you happen to have the link to the post, give it to me so that I can put it here!) that says Kotoko's murder is actually an indirect one.

If I recall correctly without missing anything important, this thesis exists due to Deep Cover being so vague about the murder and on a specific official picture, this one:

We can clearly see Haruka, Muu, Shido, Amane and Mikoto on one side and Yuno, Fuuta, Mahiru, Kazui and Kotoko on the other. Being that the first column murders are all direct (choking, cutterknife in the gut, dissection, crashing head with a mace/bat) and the second one's are all indirect (abortion, cyberbullying, toxic love, miscommunication), Kotoko being there could imply that hers too is an indirect murder.

I'm not fond on this theory tbh (just based on my guts and my perception of the girl), especially because here they're all just arranged to make a "snake" following their numbers (Haruka on the bottom left -> Yuno on the bottom right -> Fuuta besides her higher on the right -> back on the left side with Muu -> up left with Shidou... and so on, I hope the gist's clear skfvnfk). Surely there is a reason behind the "snake" arrangement given how MILGRAM is so keen on hidden details, but the direct/indirect murder thing? Not my two cents (but it'd be super cool to be proven wrong of course).

Another thing worth mentioning for the sake of this post is the very first (?) theory about MILGRAM, aka Es as the 11th prisoner. I don't want to be negative, but I'm not fond on this one either- that's just because it would be so predictable that, eh, it'd make me a bit sad.

SO, all this premise is to get to THIS POST's theory.

What if the real prison pairs are 0102, 0304, 0506, 0708, 0909 and 1011? Let me elaborate a bit.

Every couple from 0102 to 0708 has allegedly (MILGRAM may prove everything wrong of course) one indirect and one direct murder, fact. At the same time we all know that prisoner 09 is a system, so there are at least two people in there, one being "clueless" Mikoto, one being "violent" John (I'm putting it simply, I'm not symplifying everything due to disrespect, I swear).

So, theory is: what if Mikoto's system represents both direct and indirect murder, while Kotoko represents direct murder because Es (aka we) represesents the indirect one?

I've seen a theory stating that the real prisoner in Milgram is not Mikoto, not John (as we have seen in their first VD), but it's actually Midokoto (not elaborating because I'm pretty sure you're all aware of the threekoto theory). That'd be because even if John may be the one doing the killing (not considering it may very well be Mikoto himself tbf), Midokoto most likely is the gatekeeper of the system. That means HE is the one in charge of deciding the alter that fronts, thus letting John/Mikoto swap and, well, crash someone's head with a bat. Knowing Milgram as far as we've seen it, it's not absurd that it would consider Midokoto the "mastermind" of the action, having then the "culprit" of indirect murder and the one that phisically did it both in one body.

So then, Kotoko is very likely (at least in my opinion) to have killed in a very phisical way as well. We still don't really know her story nor her victim but, assuming it's not the CEO son she reads about nor the guy we see on the floor both in HARROW and Deep Cover, vigilantes usually take very direct actions as far as I know. It's easy for someone so blinded by their belief to take a step further and, well, overstep.

Es, on the other hand, is the guard of Milgram, but it's pristine they know... as much as the prisoners, basically? They hear Jackalope and all, yeah, but... they're still part of the experiment/whatever it is (so maybe this theory may work even if Es is not the 11th prisoner, as long as they're part of the experiment). The first trial ended substantially well if we think that everyone survived, but we know nothing about what will happen now that the second one has ended. Probably (hopefully) Kotoko won't be able to lash on the unforgiven prisoners, but what if Haruka manages to k*ll himself? That'd be a death "caused" by Es judgement... fulfilling the indirect murder requirement [and making everyone who ever voted a ~ murderer ~ (to Milgram's eyes, ofc)].

I don't know if any of this is plausible nor anything about Kotoko's murder, so it may very well be just something silly... but I thought it was super interesting, so I wanted to share it!

Feel free to reply/write to me to share your opinion!

#milgram #kotoko yuzuriha #yuzuriha kotoko #milgram theory #es (milgram)#theory #kayano mikoto #mikoto kayano #john (milgram)

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chicademartinica · 1 year

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First thank you for the many asks I received ( @missmarthanightingale ♥️ and all the anons !) about the last episode of Dangerous Romance. I will TRY to answer every thing here (except the last scene I will make a separate post)

Yes, I still like the show and no I am not surprised at how violent it is. I knew what I was getting myself into because this is the team from Love Mechanics and Bad Buddy.

Yes I do feel that the bullying is extremely realistic in the show. I have been mercilessly bullied as a kid and had the occasion to speak with some of these hoes as an adult. This is a GAME to them while you are out here fighting for your life. Telling parents not to leave their kids with Sailom is just a countermove for Kang, not something that can ruin HIS WHOLE LIFE FOREVER. Also yes rich people are the worst is the message. This is a very dangerous game, but to Kang it is A GAME.

It is very different from Guy vs Nawa who just really want to *ding ding* box each other and see who will win. Nawa is not interested in ruining this man’s life he just wants to fight him (and also yes I do think that Nawa is way more aware of the sexual undertones of their beef. )

Kanghan is a spinning out of control right now. In this episode he is shown lying to the school staff, to his grandmother, to his friends and to Saifah. That man is lying all the time while terrorizing HIS WHOLE SCHOOL and his friends are starting to worry about him. Pimfah by telling his grandmother. His boys are (finally) trying to get him off Sailom’s back. But there is one thing that makes Kang feel alive right now : Sailom’s attention.

The parallels between this show and the original Addicted are crazy. Kanghan follows Gu Hai’s formula = dead mom + horrible condescending dad + rich + lonely + violent + attracted to a man way smarter than him + agressive about (newfound ?) queerness + spiraling into obsession while in fact enjoying the rivalry + possessive + wants to save his crush from poverty + falling crazy in love.

No I do not think Sailom is scared of Kang. Never not even a little. We saw him literally sweat twice. 1) When he was about to lose his scholarship. His poker face is pristine but he felt the pressure from Grams. 2) He was absolutely terrified of the thugs. (Chimon KILLED THAT SCENE.) Sailorm has not lost to Kanghan once.

I do think Sailom has a crush on Kanghan from before. I think he is not really joking when he threatens him with another kiss. He is queer and has clocked Kang’s repressed self. He absolutely wont submit to him also because he has feelings fir him. The men Sailom loves the most (his brother and Kang) are going to hurt and disappoint him over and over.

#dangerous romance #kanghansailom #perthchimon #Addicted #Love mechanics #addicted heroin

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msweebyness · 3 months

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Some DC/Marvel AU Headcanons

Have some headcanons for the hero and villain kids from these universes! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

DC:

Chloe is incredibly proud of the fact that her family is Markovian royalty and reminds people of that fact any chance she gets. It profoundly gets on the other villains’ nerves, and they make that known to her. Sabrina still humors her girlfriend by calling her “Princess”. The others have still picked up some Markovian phrases from Chloe though, particularly expletives.

Colussus: *steps on a lamp post that jabs his foot* MOTHER OF GOAT!

Even alien planets aren’t devoid of racism, and Evie has witnessed this throughout her life on M’arzz. While Evie herself, like her mother, is Ga’Runn, the ethnic majority, her father is A’ashenn, and one of her brothers was born such as well. The scorn they received from her mother’s wealthy family and the Ga’Runn population at large was brutal and at times violent, and it left a deep effect on Evie. It was part of the reason she was so hesitant to reveal her true Martian self first to Brecken and then to her fellow heroes, though all accepted her with open arms. (Her telepathy is the main means of communication between the heroes)

Reshma’s Scarab is a part of her consciousness, and that’s not necessarily something she’s happy about. While it’s certainly helpful in battle, it also wakes up and chooses violence every day, with its solution to most problems being “PLASMA CANNON”. Needless to say, this kinda annoys Reshma. Her friends are aware that whenever she seems to be talking to herself, she’s actually arguing with Scarab. …it does have pretty good taste with clothes though.

Reshma: No, it would not have been ‘preferable’ to vaporize them all when they were gathered as a group! Will you please just chill the fuck out?!

Jean and Ondine, as the chief magic users of the heroes and villains respectively, have a fierce rivalry whenever any battle crops up. Neither is willing to let the other show them up, and it can get to the point that Austin T and Kim have to intervene before things can get too crazy or destructive.

Petra will admit that becoming the hero Karma and wielding the power of fate is pretty cool, but the Helmet of Fate does come with a downside, and his name is Nabu. He does nothing but talk down to her and treat her like an ignorant child and they really wish they could just tell him to put a cork in it, almighty lord of order or not.

Being the resident extraterrestrials of the group, Marc, Evie, Mindy and Ismael have a close bond, helping each other out with Earther stuff and just taking the time to talk about how much they miss Tamaran, M’arzz and Thanagar respectively, and also comforting Ismael who never got to experience living on his home planet. They also geek out about cool Earth stuff together.

Missy and Gia have always had a strong friendship and friendly rivalry when it comes to their archery skills and work quite well as a team. They have frequent competitions and are evenly matched in wins and losses. Their friendship is so strong that when they’re older they found a private security company with Rochelle and Zoé. (Anyone who gets this reference, I love you.)

Zoé picked up Dick’s habit of messing with the English language by removing prefixes from words to make new ones. That is all.

Rouge: I am traught, whelmed and feeling the aster! Let’s do this!

Marvel:

Missy has an…entertaining dynamic with her Symbiote, named Rancor. They’re kind of a snarky little shit and frequently get on her nerves with their comments, but the two care for each other nonetheless. Missy protects Rancor from those who wish to exploit them, and they would do anything to keep their host safe. Their friendship has its ups and downs, but is nevertheless strong.

Ivan, as you might suspect, is chronologically a bit older than he looks. The experiment to turn him into a super soldier was conducted several decades before the present day, and he was subsequently frozen in cryostasis until being reawakened in the 21st century. During that time, his parents passed away and his sister lived to old age before doing the same just three years before he was thawed out. He misses them terribly and has a lot of bad days where he’s overwhelmed by the new and unfamiliar world around him. Thankfully, his girlfriend and friends are there to support him. (He also got to meet his sister’s daughter and her two kids, and she told him how much her mother would talk about him, how she would have loved her uncle.)

Adrien and Ondine were childhood best friends who grew up in Asgard together, and she’s always had his back no matter what. If Marc messed with him too much, she would be the first to kick the chaos God’s ass, and Marc respects and fears her for that. Adrien also helped Kim out with winning her over and asking her out.

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs! Hope you liked these!

#miraculous ladybug #dc comics au #marvel AU #akuma class #theater kids #science kids #recess class #mlb ocs

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sketching-shark · 10 months

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I saw your post about how you say that western interpretations of swk are just taking his goofy side and not much his violent side, but didn't you say before that western interpretations were just taking his violent side without understanding his character fully? and that he was more than just an evil/violent monkey? you said it with lmk for example, when they show in the past that wukong just wanted the powers for ambition and became ''evil'' and you said it wasn't right they interpret him like just a violent monkey

Im confused here

Complaining below, so if you (understandably lol) don't want to read all of that feel free to ignore.

My apologies for the confusion anon! And I will admit that I don't remember exactly what I wrote in this regard, though I do remember spending more time than I should have whining about both the goofiness and solely destructive aspects of SWK's character being given prominence in a lot of western interpretations lol. Maybe it was a combination of the two & me complaining of the prevalence of the "destructive meathead" interpretation of SWK? That IS a pretty common personality given to this monkey in western interpretations (see Netflix's The New Legends of Monkey & The Monkey King for example), and is a combination of goofiness & violence that shunts the "intelligent" part of "intelligent stone monkey" into the background.

THAT SAID, I am aware that I'm EXTREMELY picky in terms of Sun Wukong representations, and that it would be completely false to pretend there aren't a ton of Chinese presentations of the Monkey King that don't lean heavily towards a goofy and/or destructive characterization. Hell, I have heard and seen some pretty nasty examples of the Monkey King interpreted through the grimdark genre that ended with me hoping I manage to forget about them posthaste. And when it comes to children's media it makes sense that there would be a focus on the silly side of SWK's character. As I've said many a time before, it's not like you'd want to expose kids to a monkey running around smashing people's heads into meat patties.

I guess a lot of my personal frustrations come from the way there's a bit of a monoculturalization in the ways that western interpretations tend to lean heavily on the silly and violent sides of SWK's character while doing away with a lot of his intelligence, attempts to resolve matters through less violent means, and cutting out a lot of the actually pretty understandable reasons and contexts for why SWK does what he does in the classic. To give an example, one of the things that I find really interesting about SWK in JTTW is how he is undoubtedly a very violent monkey, BUT he's a very violent monkey in a world where many of the major power players, from the yaoguai kings to the Jade Emperor himself, are just as (if not more) violent as him. So you do for example have yaoguai like the Brotherhood of Lion Camel Ridge and the Demon Bull King being vicious man-eaters, with the Brotherhood in particular being described as living in a charnel house of human gore; the Tang Emperor, who Tang Sanzang is sworn brothers with, is literally described as a man who killed countless people to get his power, and we do actually see a lot of their ghosts his tour of Diyu; and the Jade Emperor, besides meeting out such vicious punishments as having Bai Longma hung in the sky and whipped 300 times before he was to be executed for accidentally burning some pearls, basically ordered the genocide of the Mt. Huaguoshan monkeys because Sun Wukong wouldn't surrender after stealing a bunch of immortality-granting treats that were grown/made, i.e. stuff that could all be replaced. So while SWK is definitely a vicious and frequently remorseless and ruthless monkey, this is taking place in a world where so is every other leader to a greater or lesser extent; Sun Wukong's just the most brutally honest about it. And the Monkey King seems fully aware of this and respond accordingly; his very first kill, in fact, was that of the Demon King of Confusion, who had kidnapped a lot of the children of the Mt. Huaguoshan troop. As is, you don't see SWK starting a lot of fights (he even often gives his opponents the chance to strike the first blow), but he sure is willing to escalate to get his way! Not to mention how it's ever-more painfully obvious that Tang Sanzang, who is always preaching nonviolence and compassion, would have been killed and eaten from the very start of his journey if he didn't have an ultraviolent monkey and multiple deities guarding his every step. And that dynamic does as such raise such disturbing and disturbingly relevant questions as: what chance does empathy and nonviolence have of surviving under these circumstances? What would it truly take to create a world were nonviolence and compassion are the rule of law? Can any ruler truly justify their violence based on higher purposes, or are we always dealing with a situation where might makes right? How do we persuade others, even those who can and have wield horrific violence, of the necessity of nonviolence? And does violence ultimately have a place in a world where acts of destruction take generations to heal, if they do heal at all?

IN CONCLUSION, I personally think that there's a lot of really interesting and important questions that the Monkey King and his story in Xiyouji raise, and while I am more understanding now as to why a lot of retellings don't even try to tackle half of them, I do find if frustrating that there seems like a real reluctance to even make the attempt. So you do end up with a lot of simplified versions of SWK, with a good chunk of them falling into the silly monkey, violent monkey, or silly violent monkey sides.

Like as far as lmk goes I'm kind of sad and pretty frustrated that even though they keep hinting at deeper or more understandable reasons for why their SWK is such a mess, Flying Bark now has a history of showing everyone and their mother yelling at SWK for being stupid and destructive and then going out of their way to show this monkey being stupid and destructive, and then basically waiting until the last possible second before suddenly pulling an increasingly unconvincing "maybe he doesn't suck THAT much" conclusion. Like...it's now been revealed that this dude, besides never even having a monkey yaoguai family he loved and was protecting, literally though it was a good idea to instigate a war against heaven with a grand total of 4 other guys even though that was clearly doomed to failure (vs. book SWK who was stuck waging a clearly defensive war against heaven with the entirely of his hundreds of allies and their troops), & even though it was definitely inadvertently he played a massive hand in almost exploding the entire universe with the Samadhi fire debacle. And that's to say nothing of how it increasingly seems like lego SWK is the worst Monkey King shifu out there. Could be that a lot of this is because the stakes are so much higher in Monkie Kid than they are in other stories where SWK has a tudi--as with Liu Chenxiang (who wanted the ability to fight his uncle Erlang Shen so he could free his mother Sansheng Mu) or Li Yunxiang (who was being targeted by powerful yaoguai and dragons for being Li Nezha's reincarnation & needed someone to protect him & help him control his abilities until he was ready to stand on his own), and certainly the unnamed Indian prince in the og classic (who was impressed with SWK & wanted to learn martial arts skills under him & who's life was never in danger)--but its genuinely disheartening how much Qi Xiaotian has now suffered specifically because of his shifu-tudi relationship to Sun Wukong. That's a reality that isn't even partially true in these other cases. It's the kind of thing that drives you to ask if the ever-more traumatized monkie boy would ultimately have had a happier life if the Monkey King never became part of it :(

Anyway, I hope that clears things up anon! If anything, just keep in mind that the Monkey King's character in the og classic is rich and varied enough to act as the baseline for a vast variety of interpretations and retellings, and that a lot of my complaining is about feeling that a particular retelling is going too far in its flanderization. People have come up with all sorts of characterizations for this monkey for literally centuries--and they range from a irresponsible and foolish demon to a honest and diligent holy being--but it does pay to remember what an important literary and religious figure he is, and what sorts of interesting and relevant possibilities he offers.

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I WILL FIND YOU-S. Harrington

PART 2: Sacrifices

Summary: Vecna knows he's losing the war, so he makes a trade. He agrees to stop the attacks, and asks for only one thing in return-You. Seven. By keeping you and Eleven apart, he will be safe forever.

In which you are one of the kids from the lab

Part 1 Masterlist

(Post S4! Steve Harrington x Reader)

Warnings: Whump, Heavy Angst, mentions of phycological abuse. It's long, very long, and sad (very very sad) so if it triggers you don't read, your mental health is important!

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Steve Harrington knows what he wants to be in life: the person who keeps his friends safe. A protector. It's a good way to live. It's a good way to die too. To be fair, he never doubted that he have would have died young.

One is here, in front of you.

"What did you do Seven? Why?" His tone is so calm it almost scares you more than usual. "Forgive me, I don't know what is happening to me I don't understand anything ..." You reply, letting yourself fall on the floor in a deep tiredness. How long have you not eaten? How long have you not slept? You just want to close your eyes and let yourself go. Suddenly you are dragged up by One, he holds you tightly in a grip with his powers and you feel every muscle and bone in your body tense, excruciating pain starts from within as something warm and liquid falls from your eyes. Blood. That's your blood, red tears runs on your cheeks and all you can think about is that you are dying and you don't even know how long you have lived.

It hurts so much you don't even realize you've started screaming as the house is shaking. You are resisting with your powers without being aware of this, otherwise you would probably be already dead and a small part of One is proud of you. Proud of himself. You are strong enough to resist him, strong enough to fight him but he has managed to hide it from you. He has made you weak.

You don't notice your name being shouted over and over, blood now spilling from you ears.

"Steve come back!" Nancy calls him but he doesn't care, he has a Molotov to throw at Vecna and all the reasons in the world to come back to you. Before Hopper and Nance can reach him at the lower level of the house everything collapses, Steve has time to climb up to you, then a flock of demobats reach them, followed by the demogorgons.

"We have to get away" Hopper shouts. "But Steve!" Nancy is against it, she can't leave him behind. She can't, not again. "Run Wheeler! Or three of us will be dead"

You fall suddenly on the ground, hurt and confused, only to end up in the warm arms of the boy, Steve. He grabs you before you can crash to the floor and holds you carefully, like you are glass ready to break. One burns before you, the flames consume his body. Steve Harrington smiles, cause he's not hero but he did a pretty good job trowing that bomb at Vecna. He has always been an excellent pitcher, if Robin was there she would be very proud of him. Good job dingus.

"NO!" You suddenly scream, freeing yourself from Steve's embrace, getting up, risking to fall on your knees from exhaustion. One has saved you and maybe, maybe he is scary and rude and violent sometimes but he... He's like you. He has protected you, he is all you've got in the world and now the boy has hurt him and it's all your fault. Humans do bad things.

You turn to the Steve, his chocolate eyes are filled with concern. "We have to escape!" He intimates you, grabbing your hand. "No!" You walk away from him. "Y/N, what the hell are you doing? I'm taking you home!"

You look at One, you don't know what to do. It's like being torn in two, your soul is splitten in half and you wanna be strong, you wanna be capable to decide, to understand. But aren't. You are so lost and confused it makes you sick.

"Home?" You ask.

"You ... Don't you remember? Don't ... Do you know who am I?" You shake your head as One's agonizing screams fill the room. The fire is dying out and Steve wants to throw up. Silly boy, did he really think he would defeat him with a Molotov and some good will?

"Y/n" He repeats caressing your face. You move away from him, angry, destroyed. And perhaps it is the thing that hurts the most - knowing the you are there, but are not at the sametime- even more than when with a sharp blow, shouting at him, you hit him, pushing him towards the wall with your powers.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

His back slams hard, a sharp, dull sound. You don't remeber him. You don't know who he is. You don't care about him anymore, that's all he can think of.

"Humans do bad things, Seven." Vecna is behind you now. The fire goes out and he comes back like a phoenix, stronger than before. Steve's body starts floating in the air, the invisible hold he has on the boy tightens every second and you just stay there, watching him as he is being suffocated by invisible threads, motionless suspended in the air. As long as his eyes remain open, as long as his gaze maintains a certain clarity, he does not take his eyes off you. If he has to die here and now, Steve Harrington wants you to be the last thing he sees, he wants to pretend for a moment that there is no Vecna or upsidedown, that it's just you and him: two people who love each other more than they've ever been able to say.

As you look at him it feels like you are not breathing too. Why? What the fuck is happening? One throwns Steve's body back to the wall with so much force that leaves a mark where his back hits. He falls unconscious on the ground as blood quickly stains his hair and face.

"I told you human are weak and pathetic. And I told you they will hurt us. Did you see? They will kill you, they will bring Eleven and they will kill you. Do you want this?" Even if you feel like he's screaming at you, Vecna is still calm and his voice is low like there isn't 'an horrorific scene consuming before your eyes.

"Kill him, Seven" He orders. This is the proof he needs. If you do, One will have his perfect weapon and the war will re-start, if you don't... he will need to change his plan again.

You turn to the unconscious boy who's slowly regaining his senses. He coughs violently and more blood comes out of his lips. "Y/n" he whispers, breathless, his voice trembling. He looks up at you and he should be afraid, he should fear you, yet there is something in his gaze, something that you can't identify. He is sad and tired and he's worried about you.

An intense pain goes through your head, so much so that you find yourself grabbing it with both hands, pulling at your hair, barely screaming in an attempt to erase it. For a moment you think you are One's victim again, that he is teaching you another lesson but he is not. And then there it is, a memory and this time it is as clear as the sun.

You're in the car, the hot summer wind moves your hair and dishevels Steve's. But the air is tense, Steve's face is once again covered in bruises and scratches and you are furious.

"You have to stop Steve! You're a fool, you have so much fun being a hero right? Look at me I'm Steve Harrington and I saved everyone once again. But what's the price mh?" He shakes his head, squeezes the steering wheel more in his hands.

"Stop talking bullshit!" He replicates

"Fuck you Steve. You could have been killed! All for what? Prove to the world that you have changed? That you are a hero? What the hell is going through your head? Why can't you think about protecting yourself every now and then?"

He stops the car and turns towards you. He is red in the face, the veins in his neck are swollen and you know he would like to yell at you more than he is doing because despite having known each other for a long time you always seem not to understand his actions and at the same time you are the person who understands him more than anyone else, maybe more of himself and that drives him out of his mind.

"What do you think? Do you think I got between you and the damn Mind Flayer because I want to be a hero? To redeem my sins? No fuck. I've been a jerk my all life and I probably still am, I can't do anything to erase it. I would not die for this, for stupid redemption, but for the people I love yes, I would! "

"Steve ..."

"No no no now let me speak. I don't care if you're a superhero or anything. I protect you. And not because I am good either selfless, it's because I don't want to live in a world where you don't exist. Get used to it y/n"

You breathe heavily, shaking your head to erase the images that overlap with those of One training you. "You have to fight"

"Kill him!" So, without even knowing why, you use your powers to push him away, out of the house, down the stairs where Jim Hopper, armed to the teeth, is coming back to save Steve Harrington. Too bad someone has already done it instead of him. "Let's go away boy." Steve is barely conscious when once again he falls to the ground, his body is so sore it doesn't even seem to belong to him and the blood covering his skin and face scares Hopper more than he shows. He is not ready to see a other of his kids die and he's not ready to leave you behind, but if Steve got out of that cursed house it must be beacause of you and so there must be hope. Jim grabs him, holding that boy who now looks so small and frail and ignoring his unnecessary protests.

"Y/n!" Steve seems to scream but what comes out of his lips is nothing more than a thin voice.

"We will bring her back to us I swear to you"

He had lost many things in his brief life. His favourite tape, his brush and the car keys once. When he was fourteen he had spent a whole month losing things until he found out that Tommy H. was taking them just to piss him off. Never in his life he thought he would lose anything more important.

Then he lost the love of his life, which is ironic because Steve Harrington didn't even believe he deserved "a love". But now he feels exactly like he's lost this: his partner, his soulmate and he doesn't even care that it wasn't a declared thing, he knows it. He knows what he has left behind, he knows what he wasn't able to protect and he hates himself for it. When he opens his eyes, the first thing he feels, even before the excruciating pain in his head and back, is a huge emptiness in his chest that forces him to remain silent for a long time, while the familiar faces of his friends quickly enter his view. Robin, Lucas and Dustin jostle each other, Hopper tells him something but Steve can't really hear him, Max, in the corner of the room in a wheelchair, with blind eyes lost in the void, just smiles.

All Steve can see is your face paler, skinnier, your confused gaze, the battle you where fighing in your mind. He can't help but imagine everything you must have been through. It's all their fault, it's his fault. They've left you in the hands of the enemy and now, now he has erased them from your mind. This was not how he expected things to turn out.

"Stevie." Robin's voice is the first that his ears agree to hear, her hand caressing his hair softly. Dustin has a hand resting on his bare chest, covered with clean bandages, while with the sleeve of the sweatshirt he tries to wipe away some tears that have escaped his control, Lucas does not touch him, he just looks at him with more awareness than one would have expected by a boy of his age. "You scared us so much." Joyce intervenes, grabbing the hot cup Will is handing her and carrying it to Steve while Hopper painstakingly helps him to sit down. "We have to go back." That's all Steve says, letting Joyce help him drink the hot liquid. She nods, maternal as always.

"We will, we will, and you know it." She replies.

"You have to recover first Steve, you scared the hell out of us!" Dustin exclaims, seeking reassurance in the major's boy gaze that softens a bit. "It is not for me that you have to be afraid for Dustin" Steve reaches out to him, a gesture so small that it requires immense effort.

"But we are, you idiot." Max intervenes. "You've slept for a week, you wouldn't fucking wake up. I don't wanna lose another brother Harrington. " Slowly the girl moves towards them and Lucas runs to her aid, she is not practice in her wheelchair yet but she will learn soon. She always makes it. "Oh who's the sermon from." She giggles at Steve teasing her. "I'm happy to see you He adds, his voice trembling with emotion, caressing her knee as she smiles and pretends the tears running down her cheeks don't exist. "I'm fine anyway, now we have to come up with a plan and get y/n back to us" Steve starts to get up, but Hopper is quick to block him and force him - again - to bed.

"What happened is not enough for you? Nancy broke her arm, you are almost dead, boy shouldn't that be enough for you as a lesson? We need a much better plan this time." Jim says. "Good! You should have already thought about it." It's Steve's arduous sentence.

"We did it Stevie." Robin intervenes, with her fingers she untangles his hair. Now Steve's dark eyes are full of attention and fixed on her. "But our secret weapon isn't ready yet."

"El?"

Buckley nods.

"Right now she's with Mike, Nance and Jonhatan in a safe place. She's trying to get the most out of herself. She's training hard." Dustin continues.

"Why aren't you with her?" Steve asks turning to Hopper, the question could also concern Joyce, but Will still weak half-lying in a bed not far from him is a more than convincing answer. Jim smiles.

"My daughter is big and strong she doesn't need me now, but here I have a gang of brats to nurse. One in particular that I feared would do something very crazy and very stupid as soon as he woke up. "

"Well, I understand why you're Sheriff Hopper, that's not such a bad deduction." Steve laughs, for a moment he lets something melt in his heart. For someone who has never had healthy or even loving parents, those words mean everything. For a moment he allows himself to be a kid, to forget what situation he is in and hardly resists the urge to hug the man in front of him.

"El... she'll make it, won't she?" Steve asks. Joyce Byers hugs him gently.

"Of course dear, she will make it 'cause she won't be alone. We will find y/n and we will save her. El will destroy Vecna and y/n will be all right, it is a promise." Steve nods, still wondering what that monster may have done to you during these days.

What price did you have to pay for helping him?

At the beginning there were just anger and fear, they consumed you along with your desire to escape that you vented with your powers, so small compared to those of One and never enough. No matter how hard you tried to get out, to break the walls, to move the vine. It was useless if not to tire you to the point of collapse. And then there were kicks and punches and again you were powerless until, at some point, you were taken by a strange pain in the chest that prevented you from breathing. Panic.

It never leaves, not even now, while you are anchored to the wall by One's vines, like a chain tied so tightly that your legs hurt. You try to breathe again. You can feel tears start to prickle your eyes.

Days go by slowly and to be honest time is so dilated and fast that confuses you. It feels like you're back in the early days with One, when everything was new and scary, but now there's something different, something that animates you. Your memories, they give you hope. They have came back slowly and then like a river they've overwhelmed you. Since you saw Steve almost every piece of the puzzle of your life seems to have returned to its rightful place and maybe you shouldn't be so happy because now you know.

You know what you've done, you know it's your mistake, you know you've hurt people you care about and lost someone along the way. You've complicated things further and you can't forgive yourself. Please let them be okay.

Thinking of Steve and the possibility of never seeing him again cause you to cry more. You gasps for air as you starts to see spots before his eyes. You start to hyperventilate. Where is Vecna? How much time has passed? I just wanna go home.

The spots increase, you feels dizzy and there's a tightness in you chest. As the darkness starts closing in on you a little light comes from a passage. Vecna is here again. "This wasn't supposed to happen" He says and at the sight of him you regain consciousness like a prey ready to run away from the hunter. His scary hands on your head are all you can feel. "We were supposed to be free, together. " He leans down his long fingers on your cheek "But then you had to ruin it all, didn't you?" You blink your eyes open, your head and your heart are pounding. He's gonna kill you and you don't wanna die. Not now. You want to say goodbye.

"I can feel your fear my Seven" He continues. "Don't be, I'm not gonna kill now. I've found a way to make you... useful."

Returning to the upside down is worse than they imagined. Steve feels his heart skip a beat as the gloomy lights of that place hits his eyes and the memories of everything they've been through come back to haunt him. He is ashemed of the small part of him that would like to go back, to run away but there is something more important, something he cannot lose, something he has to bring back and it is worth more than all the rest. He turns to Dustin and the other kids and thinks it's not fair that they're back here in danger once again. Henderson walks alongside Eleven, holding her hand. Steve knows them well enough to understand that she's not the one who needs reassurance, he doesn't need Dustin to tell him, in his eyes he reads his thoughts: Eddie. The last time Dustin was here he lost his friend and Steve would give anything to erase the memory of that night.

Mike and Jonathan walk close together, the eldest slightly on the sidelines, probably worried about his borther's fate as he is still stuck in bed, too weak to fight and to be honest Steve is glad Will isn't here. He has seen enough of the upside down.

This time Erika has remained safe with Max and despite some protests she accepted Lucas's decision. "You have to protect Max" He had said, but the truth is that Sinclair wanted to protect his sister as well.

To stop Nancy from coming, they had to give her tranquilizers. She was ready to fight even with a broken arm. This time, however, nothing could have stopped Robin who is now jumping around trying to avoid the vines with a gun in her hand that she unexpectedly uses better than Steve can.

Hopper next to Steve leads the group ready to give anything to take back the person he considers a daughter and hating himself every second for letting Vecna take you.

During the journey to the Creel's house they are attacked several times but the plan is well thought out and Mike Jonathan and Lucas stay behind to distract the demogorgons and demobats who attack them repeatedly. When the group splits up Steve is forced to grab Dustin and drag him away. Henderson is against this plan, he knows what happened last time and that's the main reason Steve has decided to take Dustin with him in the final battle against Vecna. Not that the thought of the boy in front of the monster makes him particularly happy, but for sure Steve will not allow Henderson to relive the nightmare of the last time and he knows that in the end he will be able to protect him. He trust the others, but the only other person to whom he would entrust Dustin's life sacrificed himself for them a long ago.

Eddie, this is for you too.

The old house looks poised to collapse, more unstable scarier than ever. He is afraid of what they will find, afraid of finding out what happened to you, knowing that all of this can be useless. In Hopper's eyes Steve reads the same awareness. When they open the door Robin holds Steve's hand and with the other one she grabs the gun tighter, ready to fight.

He tries to swing the axe again, ignoring his heart beating in his ears and the fear growing inside him. Within the haunted walls of the house, they find everything they didn't expect. "And our plan has failed. Good." Robin comments, while shooting at another demodog.

Hell has fallen on them without scruples, they are attacked on every front and Eleven is already exhausted in an attempt to protect them all. She shouts, pushing away the demobats who have lashed out at Dustin grabbing him in their death grip and Steve is grateful that she is there, ready to go where he can't, busy surviving the combined assault of those monsters shoulder to shoulder with Robin. "We would have needed the others here!" Dustin shouts, waving a nailed bat in the air. Steve would like to smile. It's his. But then something happens: one of the damn dogs jumps on him.

His axe falls to the floor.

Next thing he knows he is on the ground too, looking up at the face of the demogorgon that had been in his nightmares for the past years. Dustin is about to run to the older boy and Steve tries to scream and tell him to go hide but he can't get the words out of his mouth. Thankfully, Robin's grasp stops Dustin. The kid drops his own bat to the ground too. He can't see Steve die . Hopper starts shooting at the demogorgons as Steve is barely holding on, but then the corpe of the monster collapse on his side and he can breathe again.

" If we continue this way we will never be able to reach y/n" Hopper says, grabbing Robin's arm just before a demodog hurles at her, and hitting him hard. "We need to split up again," Steve suggests. Dustin shakes his head frightened. "No. No. Dont' even think about it. It is too dangerous." Steve looks at him for a moment, he would like to hug him and tell him that everything will be fine, but he has no time and hopes that in his eyes he can read all

"Protect him" He orders Robin before climbing those bumpy stairs again, ready to save you with Eleven.

Vines cover your mouth and you can hear the scary sounds of a battle below you. You are nervous, you body is tense and you are shaking while triyng to set yourslef free and the more you do it the more those brambles squeeze your body until they crush your bones. You try to scream but you cannot. You just want your family to run away and at this point you don't even care if they take you with them anymore, you just want them to be safe and for everything to end. When you see Steve cutting his way through the vines with his axe, part of you feels relieved, the other - the rational one - becomes more agitated in an attempt to capture his attention. Don't get close. Vines sqeezes your ankle until you can feel a crack, something must be broken but the pain doesn't stop you from continuing to move.

Please, please, please go away Steve.

Steve rushes towards you and you don't expect anything different. This is what heroes do, they throws themself into danger. And Steve Harrington has always been this: an impulsive, selfless, stupid hero who can't waste a second just to think about what he is about to do. Sometimes you hate him for that. Everything moves in slow motion, like in a movie, while he runs towards you you can catch El's expression changing, turning into something scary and resigned. It is too simple, there are no monsters guarding your tower, there is no Vecna, the road is clear but Steve doesn't see it. All he sees is you and all he wants is to hold you in his arms and take you away. When he begins to cut the vines out of your body, they immediately retreat under the guidance of a higher force. One.

"RUN!" You shout as soon as your mouth is free. But it's already too late. It's like a smack in your brain, a flash, something breaking in your bones. You feel One penetrating your mind with ease. Not again. You pray. But this time it is different, you are lucid, you are present and you are immobile, even though you are shouting at your legs to do something, your body does not respond. Steve looks worried at your empty eyes, Hopper comes from the lower floor and approaches to pull him away from you, Eleven is still standing at the door. She can feel that something is wrong, but she doesn't understand what.

Then it happens.

In an instant your body snaps like a spring but you are not driving it. You are just a puppet in the hands of the monster. Of a master.

"Y/n" Steve whispers before you hit him with a wave of your hand and with the maximum strength you have. You just see Steve's body go flying across the room and nothing else in the world matters. You stop thinking about fighting, about monsters, about escaping, instead you just want to run to him. Your try so hard and still you can't. Your body doesnt follow your instruction, it's like being prisoners, immobilized by a straitjacket.

Without moving your head, your turn your eyes.

You figured that when you will see him, he'd be like his normal self, getting up, cracking some joke ready to try again to save you. But there he is, with blood coming from his head, unmoving. No, no, no! This can't be happening. This can't be Steve, not your Steve, always so strong, so resilient.

You don't even try to fight anymore.

It all your fault, Seven.

Your entire mind just shut off and you can't even cry. You feel your heart skip a beat, your frightened gaze reaches Hopper. You can't stop.

I'm sorry Dad. You hit again, harder, and Hopper is thrown away too, collapsing to the ground.

Please stop. You scream, mouth still closed.

"It's your time, Eleven" Vecna's voice is in your head and from the way El's terrified gaze rests on you, you know she heard him too. No. Not her. She's just a child. You can't hurt her too, she's your sister. Your little sister who won't lift a finger against you.

"Y/n please" she begs. "React. I know you are there, you are stronger then him. We, togheter, we can beat him, please." And you would like to tell her that you are trying, that you don't want to keep hurting everyone, but all you do is throw another blow at El, who takes it hard, moving slightly, but without replying. "Please fight" She continues.

"Hit her Eleven" Vecna states. "Or she will do it" Another blow, then another one. El does not reciprocate, she cleans the wipes the blood that runs from her nose with her sweatshirt, until you are on her with your arm stretched over her head, ready to do what Vecna does best: kill, take part of his victims.

"I'm setting you free, Eleven." Slowly El's body floats in the air. She doesn't want to hurt you. Please I can't do this

The next five seconds feels like a good ten minutes to you. As life slowly slips away from El's body and her bones begin to assume a strange, unnatural position, you struggle with all your might to prevent that from happening and you feel One's grip grow less and less strong.

"I won't let you go Seven." He whispers.

It's a battle that takes place inside you, like a tug-of-war without a clear winner, one second he's in control the next it's up to you. Suddenly there's a silent feline movement by your side and you are on the ground, with Steve's still bleeding body pressed against yours. "I can't let you do it" He murmors faintly.

That's enough for El to recover, once again you. pull Steve's body away from you this time with less force, counterbalancing Vecna's cruel attack.

"Hit me" you think. And unexpectedly your voice comes out from your lips. You are speaking with your own voice. You can speak. For a moment you feel like you are defeating the monster. El looks at you uncertain, her gaze goes from and uncoscious Hopper to Steve still trying to get up again on his shaking arms.

"Don't waste time El! "

"I' can't." She cries.

"DO IT EL" Your voice echoes powerful in the room. And so El screams her pain while does what you've told her. She hits you with all the strength she has. Her power lashes out at you and is stronger than anything you have ever felt. More than One. More than you. You let yourself go to her. You trust her, you know she will be able to stop in time. You close your eyes as oblivion catches you.

"Y/N" Steve voice is the last thing you hear.

You always thought "the life flashing before your eyes" is cheesy and not true. Like in many things, you are mistaken.

Learning to play basketball with Steve.

You and Nancy fighthing, then hugging. You, Max and Eleven shopping at the mall.

Erica smiling sweetly when nobody sees her.

Seeing the demogorgon. Running back inside the Byers house. Jonathan throwing the lighter. Steve hugging you to keep you safe.

Steve driving you to school. .

Protecting the kids.

Robin coming out to you.

Singing with Robin in Steve's car. Hopper teaching you how to drive, then you teaching El.

When you regain consciousness you jolt awake, coughing and gasping. You notice you're still in the some room, your prison, which also mean they haven't saved you. You understand that you are not dead and perhaps that you are not even close to doing so, also you no longer feel One in your mind, which lifts you up, before realizing that if Vecna isn't using you as a weapon, if he's not in you, then he must be out, somewhere near ready to fight.

"Steve, watch out! " Robin's voice brings you back to alert immediately, Steve is in front of you, axe in his hands, jacket, hair and neck completely soaked in blood. He keeps away the demorgons who are now attacking you. They've gotten there and there's only one way out. You are screwed. You get up quickly, not caring about anything but the people who are next to you and who are now fighting hard to get out alive.

"He won't make us leave that easily." Dustin shouts. You rush on him, trying to protect him from another creature that attacks him and with your powers you drive it away. Being free from Vecna's hold means you being able to use your true powers, to be able to change the state of substances, their atoms, which, for some reason, he was unable to do. He's just a puppeteer who has yet to learn how to play with his doll. So with a gesture you transform the demodog in air and you immediately turn to the others, ready to destroy them with a single gesture but something is wrong and your powers do not work as they should, after each attack they are less and less effective.

"Vecna takes a piece of the victims from him." He took a piece of you.

"Now we're tied Seven, your fate is mine too." The truth of those words is thrown at you like a boulder. His fate is yours too. If Eleven kills Vecna, you will die. You decide not to say it outloud, you take the blow.

Vecna will let you escape, maybe with some difficulty but he will not move personally to prevent it, he has nothing to lose simply because he has put insurance on his own life. "Come on let's go away." Hopper grabs you by the arm and slashes vines while Robin and the others cover him. You just turn to your friends to check if they are all ok, Steve's gaze reassures you.

He nods, as if to tell you to continue, not to stop. You will have time to talk.

Robin is wounded, her hand covered in blood, Lucas wears the marks of a strangulation from demobat's, similar to Steve's, Jonathan has been hitten in the face and the cut will likely leave a scar, Eleven is exhausted and leans on Mike to continue walking towards the portal. Despite this you all seem to be fine. Except you're a doomed death. Sure.

"Hey buddy are you okay? "Lucas asks, turning to Steve. You turn and see him: he's left behind, legs shaking, hands on his side. His hands stained with blood move away revealing a blood stain on his belly, which continues to expand. Your limbs aches with each movement of your muscles as you run to him. All you can see is him as your vision becomes blurry while trying to get closer. You need to get to him. He looks up at you. "It's okay" He whispers before collapsing to the ground. He could feel the blood on his skin, soaking through his clothes, but he have tried to ignore it. He had to, there were bigger problems but now the adrenaline has slipped away and with it all his strength

"STEVE!" Dustin screams. "No, no, no!"

You fall on your knees trying to catch him, preventing him to hit the ground hard. You scoop him into your lap. There's blood in his hair too, it comes from his head. It is wet and sticky and continues to flow copiously. You wonder how he has managed to resist until now. You pull him closer. "Hi, Stevie" You call him sweetly as he coughs, blood dripping slightly down his mouth. "I'm here, okay? I-I'm here now." You brushes some blood off of his face. "We've got you." Robin adds, holding his hand.

All his life Steve Harrington has been looking for a place in the world, something to be, someone to become. Now he knows exactly what he wants to be. Not a policeman, like you've suggested a million time, not a successful person, as his parents would like, he doesn't care, not a jerk, not a cool guy: he just wants to be a protector, he always did and maybe in the end he has succeeded. He wants to be the person who keeps his friends safe. It's a good way to live. It's a good way to die too.

To be fair, he never doubted that he have would died young. Since monsters had appeared in his life, or maybe even before, he couldn't really see himself old, ever since he has started seeing the people he loves constantly in danger, he realized that this is the way he would die: by saving them. But until recently Stevd would never have believed that his motive would be a girl. Saving the princess from the tower like a reckless prince in a particularly sad tale. He still imagined a more heroic death than this, something that was noisy like an explosion, colored like in a terminator movie, but the truth is that death stinks, makes you nauseous and there's nothing epic about feeling your body slipping away slowly.

Also his hair is out of place and Steve hates this thing. In movies people die with their hair all right and Steve the hair Harrington, someone who has made his hair his trademark, is he really going to die like that?He calls himself stupid, because it is not really the time to think about his bad hairstyle. Still, he is. Copious losses of blood are strange, death is strange and maybe this is his way to exorcise fear or maybe he is really stupid like everyone else say, which in the end is not bad, because these idiotic thoughts can keep the truth at away: Steve Harrington won't see another day.

Here he is dying slowly on the floor for a girl to who he hasn't even had the courage to say I love you to. And in fact, oh my God, he hasn't said that even now. Sure actions speak louder than words sometimes, but anyway ... he haven't told her yet. Perhaps this will be his only regret.

You can still do it Steve.

Dying it's painful, but it's accompanied by a sense of peace and comfort. The peace is a little disturbed considering the chaos unraveling around him. People screaming, voices that won't let him sleep. Let me sleep, please. The temptation to close his eyes, to escape from the pain is irresistible, however he holds on as he hears your voice and your hands on his body.

"Hey." He manage to say. His throat burns like hell, speaking seems impossible. He wants to look at you one last time. "Hey." You repeat, glancing at Hopper. The man presses hard against Steve's wound to stop the bleeding. Harrington knows it should hurt like hell but it's nothing more than a warm pinch. Not good.

"Try to keep your eyes open for me, can you do that?" You ask. He nods as his eyelids slowly close. "No, no, no open your eyes dingus" It is Robin's voice this time, followed by a slap that succeeds in its intent. Steve's eyes widen as you gently grab his face in your hands, caressing the battle-scarred skin with your fingertips. There is no blood, there is no death, for a moment pretend not to feel his skin getting colder, there is only Steve, the man you love, and he is handsome and looks at you with the biggest eyes of the world and is not afraid, not even now. Steve is never afraid.

Jonathan and Lucas are checking his wounds, they are more numerous and deeper than they expected and as they tear off their clothes to block the blood, everyone knows it will be useless.

"We have to take him away." Eleven yells, hugging Mike. Hopper prepares to pick up the boy, but Steve shakes his head. "I just need ... for a moment ... I don't want to." He coughs."I don't want to risk... not doing a thing." You continue to caress him. "We have to go away Stevie."With his trembling hand he grabs your wrist and his grip is so weak that makes you want to cry. "Baby we've got to get you to a hospital... " He shakes his head softly, smiling against your touch. "Love... " As he calls you like this you are sure you are dying too. Panic is tightening your throat, words forcing themselves from you. "Don't! don't shake your head at me Harrington" Droplets slid from your cheeks, landing on his - mixing with the blood over his lips. Behind you a motionless Dustin has already started screaming and crying. "Please, Please not again" Steve eyes shine with a glimmer of peace. "Take care of him. He'll be fine one day, tell him I'm sorry."

"You will tell him. You will protect him yourself Steve." He doesn't listen to you. "I want you to know" his grip tightenes again, "Don't blame yourself y/n please" You shake your head, "I can't, I can't do it without you. please, please. Please"

"I want you to know," his voice strains against the words, "You were my dream ... more than I ever deserved and I... I."

"No" You sob. Your head fall, buried into the space between his neck and shoulder. "No, you, you are my dream. My future Steve. You are my future, please don't ..."

"Shhh, it's okay. Keep them safe for me" He replies as your body wrackes against his, slowly you feel the grip around your wrist loosen, then the sound of his hand falling against his chest. Steve is drowning. He closes his eyes, breath stuttering, he’s too tired to keep his eyes open anymore.

"Love... You"

And with your head against his chest you listen to Steve Harrington as exhale his last breath. Nodoby see it but in that moment, you die too.

You cry hard. You scream with all your voice, so much you can't hear the others doing the same. Robin has her face pressed on Steve's hair and she's whispering something you can't catch to him, Dustin is now pressed against your side and you clung onto him like he is the last thing keeping you alive. But Steve, he seems peaceful. For what he knows him dying means you can live. Means he has saved you and he would do it all over again.

"We need to get him out of here" Robin orders, her voice breaking. Hopper silently approaches, his shining eyes can barely hold back the tears. He caresses your shoulder, wordlessly asking you to step aside, but you shake your head, you cling to the cold, dead body of the man you love. The man you killed. You tighten to his clothes, you almost lie down on him, you place sweet kisses on his cold cheeks. "Come back to me" You cry, praying that he will listen to you. In a world of monsters, you can always hope that death isn't permanent.

"Y/n" Hopper calls your name sweetly, Eleven caresses your hair to calm you down but there is nothing for you anymore. "It'll be fine," She says softly. You turn in anger and with your face contorted into an expression of pure pain you yell at El. "It's not okay. It will never be okay!" It's not her fault, you know, but you can't handle a pain like that. You look back at Steve. He is surrounded by people who love him and whom he has loved unconditionally. Did he know how much he matters to people? To you?

You lean over his face, kiss his eyes, nose, his lips and cry in despair. It's your first kiss. And Steve Harrington is dead.

It's Robin who pulls you away, squeezing you in a hug that you initially reject but cannot escape from. You let yourself be lulled by her, weeping together. You both lost your soul mate after all. Hopper takes advantage of the moment, lets his arms slide under the boys knees and back, and there's so much blood he'd like to throw up or scream. He won't do it, not now, now he has to be strong for you, for the kids. He has to tell what happened to Nancy and Max. To Joyce. He grabs the kid's body and hugs him to his chest. What he can do is place a well-disguised kiss on his forehead.

He was so young. So brave.

What you can do instead, while trembling you follow that funeral procession, is swear revenge. Your fate is tied to Vecna's, now you have no more reason to worry about it. You will be the one to kill him. It's a promise

Taglist= @lokiofasgard616 @ihavebecomesomething

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luesmainblog · 11 months

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for those wondering why i have been mostly quiet regarding israel and palestine: most of the pro-palestine stuff i come across is dismissive of hamas' horrors, blatantly antisemetic in parts, and generally conflates the israeli population with their government. or worse, treats them as a monolith; it is true that there are many israelis mocking the people their soldiers are destroying. it is NOT true that all of israel doesn't care and is just totally cool with what's going on. i will share what i find of israel's atrocities, but i will not make my jewish followers feel unsafe for shit they had nothing to do with. most of the stuff i've seen that *does* acknowledge the horror is jewish bloggers who have spent much of their life advocating for palestine, now having to struggle against antisemetics coming to them, furious that they DARE to be upset at the lost israeli lives. as though they are not allowed to mourn for both sides. as though they are not allowed to be horrified by what has happened; that they can ONLY be worried for palestine and how the attack was the perfect excuse for israel to double down. i refuse to send even more hatred their way by spreading their grief further into the void; you never know Exactly who's following your follower's followers. i am glad, at least, that nobody i follow was outright celebrating. but i know that people WERE, and now they're trying to act like that never happened. so incase this wasn't clear, cheering on the deaths of Israelis does not fucking help palestine.

I am truly disgusted with the blatant racism and colonialism that manifests israel's very core. it is an attempt at a violent ethnostate, intent to not only destroy the people it seeks to replace, but fully erase them from history. i am also disgusted with the way that the left is happy to celebrate genuine terrorism if it's committed "for the right side", as if parading dead bodies and raping people does fucking ANYTHING good. as if that doesn't fuel the israeli government's chances for propoganda. as if it hasn't traumatized your jewish neighbors. there are no fucking winners in war. free palestine and protect your muslim AND jewish friends in this time, they are BOTH getting their shit kicked in by ignorant people who want to take out their anger on some random kid in ohio. we are all posting in anger here. but let's check ourselves before we post; misinformation and antisemitism weakens our voices. Edit for clarity: this post is for my mutuals. I am specifically asking my mutuals to think carefully about what they post; i am aware that i've been too quiet, and i am trying to remedy that. i am also warning my jewish and muslim followers that if you've been using my blog as a safe spot to not think about it for a little bit, you're gonna wanna block the tags below. 'horrible things' will usually do it. i am also venting about how every jew i follow is getting hit with the "die you stupid zionist" shit from coward anons who can't tell the difference between supporting israel and just being fucking concerned for your family over there. it's fucked.

#palestine #israel #nsfc #real death #genocide #rape #horrible things #i'm glad everyone's so concerned but can you PLEASE check yourself for antisemetism here #neither side is a monolith. israel is clearly the one in the wrong here but israelis are not all collectively guilty.#let's not forget some people were born into this cult and fed propoganda to keep them from the truth.#i will continue to post blatant information. i will also continue to TAG THEM and post silly memes and cats as well.#frankly i think our jewish and muslim followers deserve a fucking break here and there. don't you?#rants #edit: if you read this post and somehow got NEUTRALITY out of it i am seriously questioning your critical reading skills.#and if my post doesn't reflect your experience THAT IS PROBABLY A GOOD THING. I AM GLAD YOU'RE NOT SEEING THE SHIT I AM.#i am a LITTLE wired from seeing the shit getting fired at my very pro-palestine jews right now.

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aesteraceae · 2 years

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Happy Birthday

Pairing: Chan/Everyone

Summary: Chan gets railed for his birthday. That's really it.

Tags under the cut!

Tags: gangbang, lingerie, biting, slapping, spanking, subspace, nipple play, crying, safe words, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, cum play, overstimulation, degradation, mommy kink, fingering, spit roasting, face fucking, edging

AN: Yes I am very aware that Chan's birthday was like 2 weeks ago, but this fic kicked my ass so it's being posted now. It's fine, October is Chan's month anyway.

Taglist: @sunnyville36 @snow-pegasus @toastyseungmo @sstarryreads

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"Are you guys sure about this?"

Chan's fidgeting on the bed, staring down at the lacy panties Jisung placed in front of him.

Felix wraps his arms around Chan's shoulders, tucking his head in his neck. "We're so sure. It's your birthday! You work so hard for us, and we want to help you feel good."

Chan can't help but melt, picking up the panties.

They're thin but nice, with decorative stitching and a little bow on the front. Chan can't imagine something so pretty on him, but he didn't have to imagine, did he?

He slides off the bed and tries not to shake under the 7 pairs of eyes staring him down as he strips to nothing, sliding the panties on.

They fit, somehow, his cock fitting nicely into the silky fabric. It feels nice, the material makes his skin tingle and the cut is high enough that he still feels naked, exposed.

He is absolutely not prepared to look up, though.

Jeongin's right in front of him, and the moment their eyes meet he's all Chan can focus on, because he's shoving him back onto the bed.

He feels the bed dip around him, and Jeongin pulls back just enough for Chan to see the others standing above him, staring down at him like he's a prime cut of steak.

"Um. Um, I- do I-"

"If you ask "do I look good?" I'm going to slap you."

Changbin's voice is already dripping with arousal, and Chan swallows hard because that didn't sound like a bad deal.

"Do I look good?" He whispers, the slightest smile in the words, and Jeongin moves over so Changbin's straddling him instead.

"You want me to slap you?"

He's so careful, and it makes Chan's heart do something so weird he can't form words. He just nods, and before he can even blink Changbin strikes him across the face, sending lovely fireworks of pain across his cheek.

It's not very hard, considering, but Chan still cries out and he still writhes, wanting to hold the flushed skin. He tries to do just that and finds that Felix and Hyunjin are holding his hands back, and kissing right above him. The sight really has no business being so hot, but his attention is stolen by another slap, from Seungmin this time.

There's a hard look in his eyes, predatory, like he was planning how best to tear Chan apart, and it's enough to make him whimper.

His hearing cuts out for a moment, already slipping into another headspace, something soft and pliable. He watches Jeongin and Seungmin bicker for a moment over who gets to straddle Chan, but they both end up on one of his thighs.

Seungmin bites at his ear and neck, harsh and almost violent. It's strange how much Chan likes it, but the idea of taking away Seungmin's usually impenetrable wall of composure is doing things to his brain.

Jeongin is scratching down his chest and pinching his nipples, the mixture of pain and pleasure dancing just on the line of maddening.

"Fuck, please," he moans, though he isn't sure what he's begging for. Someone coos next to him and kisses him, and Chan doesn't even need to look to know who it is.

Minho holds his chin, fingers fanning out on his bruised cheek, pressing against the sensitive skin every time he presses deeper into the kiss. He moves Chan like a doll, tilting his head this way and that to get a better angle. It's dizzying, all the different sensations all at once, and he doesn't realize that he's crying until Minho swipes a tear away.

All of it stops, and Chan's so outraged by this that he only cries harder. He knows this isn't exactly the way to get them to keep touching him, but the rational part of his mind has shut itself off.

"Green," He gasps out, reaching back for Felix and Hyunjin so they tighten their grip on his wrists again. "It's a lot but it's good, please don't stop."

Felix and Hyunjin are convinced, pinning his hands back down to the bed, and he sobs in relief.

"Are you sure?"

Seungmin's looking at him, the heat in his eyes replaced with worry, and Chan wants to bite him.

He does, craning his neck to bite the fleshy part of his palm. It's strangely satisfying, and he bites down a little bit harder before letting go.

The embarrassment sets in soon after, but Seungmin kisses him before he can apologize.

"Fuck."

Chan laughs into the kiss, mostly confused, but there's more lips on him, more hands, and he's not going to do anything to make them want to leave.

"You're so- fuck. I want to tear you apart."

Minho's talking, whispering filth into his ears, and Felix is sucking on his fingers, and Jeongin is sucking his nipples and Seungmin is kissing him and Chan is going insane.

None of them have even touched his dick and he's already shaking, whining, begging to cum.

Or at least he would be if Seungmin would stop kissing him long enough for him to get a word out, but still.

"You're so pretty like this, Channie. Tell us how good it feels, yeah?"

Jisung pulls Seungmin off of him by the hair, freeing his mouth, but Chan had a better chance of talking with his lips occupied, because the sight of Seungmin, arching back into Jisung's touch makes his mind go blank.

Changbin starts to bite and kiss Seungmin's neck, and Jeongin shifts just perfectly—

Chan cums with a startled shout, far louder than he intended, and everyone freezes to watch him, sobbing and writhing as a wet patch forms on the panties.

"Good answer," Jisung says, laughing, and then the panties are off and Jisung's licking up the cum and Chan physically can't handle this.

His skin is still buzzing from the first orgasm but seeing Jisung lick the panties clean almost throws him straight into another one, whining and hooking a leg over his shoulder.

Jisung takes this as an invitation and begins cleaning up his cock too, with broad strokes and absolutely filthy noises.

"Jisung, oh my god- fuck, wait wait!"

He doesn't seem to care that he's shoving his orgasm right into overstimulation, even as Chan thrashes underneath him.

Changbin puts an arm over his hips and keeps him still while Jisung works and the tears start up again, but instead of worrying they just laugh at him, now.

Minho's voice is silky smooth in his ear, just a bit too condescending to sound properly worried.

"Oh, honey. Is it too much? Being held down and forced to take what we give you? That must be so overwhelming, huh?"

He grits his teeth and tries to hold back a scream but fails miserably, only succeeding in sounding even more pathetic, if that was possible.

"Go on, scream. We all want to hear it."

What comes out is a pathetic little wail, and Jisung finally lets him go, licking his lips and sucking his fingers, like Chan's cum was a Michelin star meal.

"You're insane." He huffs, thankful for the opportunity to breathe again.

"And you taste amazing," Jisung says, with the tone of a man who regrets nothing.

Chan has absolutely nothing to say to that, so instead he shuts his eyes and tries to drag himself back to existing.

Minho has other plans, however, because he guides Jeongin off of him and coaxes Chan onto his stomach in the center of the bed.

"Minho?"

His senses are still spotty, but he's lucid enough to catch Minho's response.

"Oh, you didn't think we were done, did you? Gosh, you keep getting cuter."

There's something about how condescending Minho sounds, like Chan was nothing more than a dog.

"You're so tense. If you're going to take us, you'll need to relax a little. Hyunjin, Felix, help him out, yeah?"

There's hands on him again, but a simple glance back shows that it's Felix and Hyunjin this time. Hyunjin's massaging his thighs, squeezing and pressing into the knots there, and Felix is groping his ass, thumbs pressing against his hole every so often.

It's just the perfect amount of pressure to drag Chan back into subspace, and he's barely more than a puddle on the bed by the time Felix finally presses a finger into him.

"Fuck, I can't imagine how it'll feel to fuck you if you're this tight around a finger."

Felix's hands are small but deft, like he got a detailed manual on how to melt Chan's brain from the inside.

There are 2, then 3 fingers, and Chan isn't going to be able to handle any of their cocks, he knows, because he's already shuddering now.

He already feels like a pit of molten lava, but Felix presses the pads of his fingers down and Chan's brain goes completely offline.

He's sobbing again, because he can't get his mouth to work right to scream and Felix is evaporating his mind.

The pressure doesn't let up, Felix is just pushing and Chan doesn't even realize he's close until Felix stops and it feels like his entire body is going to explode.

He does scream this time, loud and enraged, and Felix's laughter is so infuriating that he bites down on the sheets again.

"Shh, little one. You'll be filled again soon enough, don't worry."

Hyunjin pulls him back until he's sitting on his hands and knees, settling in front of him.

Chan's not sure when he took off his pants, but he's too preoccupied with being annoyed at Felix to care.

Hyunjin guides his cock forward just as Chan feels Minho behind him, lining up with his ass.

"I might bite you." Chan rushes out, as Hyunjin's cock hits his lips.

Hyunjin just shrugs, "I don't really care."

Chan doesn't have time to process that because Hyunjin is pressing past his lips and teeth and Minho is pressing inside of him and for one blissful moment, Chan feels nothing.

And then his skin lights up in sparks and fire, like they ran an electric rod through his body and put him in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"Fuck, baby, so tight. So perfect for us, huh?"

Human bodies can't be expected to handle this much sensation at once, can they? It's hard to breathe around Hyunjin's cock but Chan can't bring himself to complain because the lack of air is making him pleasantly floaty.

"That's it, honey. Take my cock nice and deep, choke on it."

Hyunjin's voice is gravelly and warm, a fresh wave of motivation to suck harder, push deeper, even as he gags around it.

There's a hand in his hair and he thinks it's Hyunjin going to pull him in deeper, but instead it pulls him back, away, and Chan is left empty from both sides.

He can't explain how jarring it is, to be left adrift and gaping with so many eyes on him, so many people who could be touching him but aren't.

He wails, hiccuping and hyperventilating and he's moving, pressed against someone's chest, but he's empty, and it takes everything in him to force out words. "Don't stop, please don't stop. I need it, please."

Someone's talking and Chan can't even tell who, but they're lifting him onto their cock, and everything slots back into focus.

He melts against Changbin's chest, held tight in his arms, letting out soft moans while his hips rock in and out.

"We won't stop unless you tell us to, okay, love?"

Minho presses a gentle kiss against Chan's forehead and pulls him forward again until he's back on his knees, but he leaves Chan's head on his thigh instead of nestled between his legs, where he wants to be.

He whines but Minho's hand is unyielding, and soon enough he's too focused on Changbin and his punishing thrusts to really care.

His eyes are crossing in seconds, and the only reason he recognizes anything other than Changbin's cock is Minho, moving his head this way and that to make him look at the others.

Felix and Hyunjin are rutting against each other, shirts still on, and Jisung is reaching between them to grind their dicks together.

Seungmin is making a mess of Jeongin's thighs, biting and even drawing blood in some spots. Jeongin looks like he's cum a few times already, and Chan wonders how out of it he was if he missed it.

"Look, baby. Look how horny you made us all, look how jealous they are that they're not fucking you right now."

Hyunjin looks at him with desperate eyes, lips swollen and pink, and Chan is going to die if he doesn't get to kiss him now.

He reaches out an arm but Hyunjin's already turned back to Felix, kissing him instead, and that's almost better. Pink on cherry red, flushed freckles and sweat-stuck hair.

"Channie...!" Jeongin's calling for him, moaning his name as Seungmin sucks on the tip of his cock, and it's almost instinct to slide their hands together.

Jeongin's grip is almost bruising but Chan loves it, the extra point to focus on.

Changbin's thrusts grow erratic, and Minho laughs above him.

"Looks like Changbin's going to cum soon. Who wants to fuck our little whore next? We can't leave him empty."

Jeongin perks up but Seungmin sucks him a little harder and he's screaming out an orgasm. He's little more than a shaking puddle when Seungmin finally pulls away, but Hyunjin and Felix aren't much better.

Jisung started fucking Felix's face at some point, and they both seem close while Hyunjin guides Jisung's hips. It doesn't even seem like they heard Minho at all, too absorbed in their pleasure, and something about that makes Chan's insides hot.

He feels like a toy, something they can leave aside until they're ready to play with it, until they're finished with a more interesting toy.

Changbin drapes himself across Chan's back and he barely gets a groan in warning before he's pumped full of lava, with Changbin's moans in one ear and Minho's praises in the other.

"That's it, good boy. You're taking it so well, such a good little fucktoy."

His bones feel like they're melting, and his chest is heaving, and he thinks he's screaming and it's so much-

"Mommy!" He's not sure why he says it, but Minho sounds so intoxicating, so condescending and so warm that Chan can't think of anything else to say.

He's too out of it to see how Minho reacts, floating in a haze of too much and not enough.

"Mommy, please, oh my god..."

He turns his head to bite Minho's thigh, because Jisung's cumming too and he really can't handle the way they sound moaning together.

"Shh, baby boy. Mommy's got you."

Minho pulls his head up again and finally guides him down onto his cock, and the satisfied groan Minho lets put is almost enough to make Chan cum again.

It's hard to focus on anything other than Minho's cock, but he still notices Changbin's absence when he pulls out.

He isn't empty for long, as Changbin shifts out of the way and Seungmin slides behind him, nails scratching red lines into his back as he lines himself up.

Minho pulls him off to breathe and he catches a glimpse of Jeongin moving underneath him, but he doesn't put it together until he feels something hot and wet wrap around his cock.

The sound he lets out is embarrassing, high and desperate, and it only gets louder when Seungmin pushes inside of him.

Minho's laughing at him, tugging at his hair and holding him just above his cock, making him stick his tongue out like a dog to taste him.

"So cute. Seungmin, fuck him harder. I want to hear our puppy scream."

Chan chokes on his own spit as Seungmin speeds up, hips slamming against Chan's ass. It feels like they've put his brain in a blender and set it to pulse, driving him mad with steady thrusts.

He does scream, often, until his voice cracks and all he can manage are little whines.

Seungmin doesn't let up, and when he gets close he only moves faster, scratching Chan's back and thighs.

Jeongin bites at his stomach and drags his teeth along Chan's cock, teasing, dangerous, and it's maddening.

He floats in a haze of pleasure and laughter and skin against skin, only vaguely aware of Seungmin leaving, of Felix taking his place.

Felix is gentler, but he's infuriating in different ways. His thrusts are slow and he's thick and Chan is too out of it to stop himself from bucking back against him, stretched so wide and still somehow wanting more.

He's sobbing and drooling and barely aware of his own heart let alone his mouth, but Minho keeps guiding him, drags his outstretched tongue against his cock, and groans like it's the best thing he's ever felt.

Chan wants so badly to blow him properly but every time he tries someone pinches his nipples or jerks him off or bites him, and he's too busy crying or screaming to do anything useful.

Earlier everyone split off into their own thing, but now they're all focused on him.

Hyunjin's marking up his neck, sucking hickeys and drawing blood, and Changbin is whispering in his ear. He tells Chan just how good he is, how pretty he looks, and Chan nods because when he shook his head at being called perfect Changbin spanked him so hard he blacked out for a minute.

He made Felix stop and held him by the jaw until he repeated it, until he described just how perfect he was, and Chan had to choke the words out through an orgasm. It was the only time he'd been able to rest after an orgasm, but it didn't last long. Felix picked up speed and Minho started fucking his face in earnest, and Chan fell back into uninterrupted pleasure.

That is, until Minho pulls away from his mouth and Felix pulls out of him.

He's gearing up to scream, to whine, to beg them to fill him again, but Jisung quickly takes Minho's place and— oh.

Chan never understood the phrase "fucked out of your mind", but it seems like Minho is determined to teach him.

He's pressing against Chan's hole, and he somehow feels bigger now, groaning at how little resistance there was.

"Such a slutty little thing. You want momma to fuck you?"

Mercifully, Jisung pulls him up high enough to shout "Please."

Minho is huge, and he moves slow enough to let Chan feel every inch.

He's sure he's making disgusting noises, but he can't bring himself to stop. Minho fucks him like a doll, pushing in completely with every thrust. Jisung's groaning above him, fucking his mouth at the same pace as Minho's hips, and it's maddening.

Jisung comes first— he falls back and bites his hand, shouting into it and gently pulling Chan off. Seungmin kisses him before he can swallow, licking the cum directly out of his mouth, and Chan can do little more than whine against his lips.

Chan's orgasm barrels into him like a bull, and he's glad Jisung wasn't fucking his face anymore because he's sure he'd choke, now. He wails, kicking at the bedsheets, bucking up against Jeongin's mouth.

Minho thrusts into him once, twice, and then he's draping himself over Chan's back and moaning directly into his ear, like a siren dragging him down even further, punching the aftershocks out of him.

The last thing he hears before the world goes black is Minho, telling him, "Happy birthday."

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