#but also has a brain that makes lee feel bad for not being able to solve the problems of EVERYONE IN THE WORLD

[alchemiclee]

serious talk real quick, sorry about this,,,,,

I keep getting asks asking for help with gofunmes and stuff as you might see me post. do no have the capacity to research and see if it's real. am dealing with health and family and work and life and friend issues and severe burnout on top. just want to occasionally come here to look at some silly lil guys and art to get some feel-good brain hormones for a second or whatever brains do. made this as a place to disconnect from the world for a bit and focus on myself and what I like and need.

but also have a feel-bad brain problem where I feel like the worst person alive if I can't help EVERYONE ON EARTH and it's pointed out to me all the time that i dont help anyone enough. the first one I got I posted and said I can't do much to help but i'll share and hope my followers can help and the person sent another saying "you have to donate or i'll die" basically, like their and their family's life is all in MY hands alone when I can't even get my own life together. and that was such a Brain Feel Bad and caused severe anxiety and panic attack....because it reminds me of irl experiences of homeless people grabbing onto me and trying to drag me away screaming only I can save them and feed their dying starving children, god sent ME to them so it's my duty, when I literally couldn't do anything but dissociate and now have no memory of what happened after that or how i got out of their grips....so i've not been here as much as usual because I keep getting these asks now and it makes me so anxious every time and THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A HORRIBLE PERSON. I know i'm horrible for not helping and instead getting severe anxiety when someone asks!!!! but idk how to stop it!! I can't even get the help I need and have been struggling alone for years!!!!

so I post these in case they're real and maybe one of my 5 active followers can help or something idk. it's all I can do even if it's useless. feel free to ignore them, that's up to you. i'm falling apart at the seams of my existence but war is worse than my dumb pointless problems and I can't help anyone so all I can do is publish asks and let other people maybe help if it's real. idk. let me just look at lil guys and art in peace i'm sorry i'm not abled and rich and useful 😭

is it ok to ignore these asks and leave them unanswered? or am I a bad person because i'm not helping and ignoring someone in need? since I don't have the spoons to research and verify every ask I get, is it better to ignore and not publish them to avoid a potential scam being posted and shared???? I don't know how this works but just saw a post saying many of them are scams preying on this horrible situation so you should always verify each one before sharing. but I cannot i'm sorry 😭😭😭😭 I know i'm a bad person for not being able to help and do this small thing, but i'm now worried i'm possibly causing harm unintentionally 😭😭 what do???

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GUESS

you want to guess the color of my underwear

natalie scatorccio is confident she can guess what color underwear you’re wearing. (thank you for 400!!)

warnings ➥ semi public sex, smut with plot, orgasm denial, lowkey pervert nat, fwb, pre crash, reader is on the team

Practice has been rough, after playing for what feels like hours you are finally benched. You crash onto the seat and sink into the metal. You’re hot, annoyed, and tired. Coach Scott has been relentless with practicing since going to nationals relies on winning your next game. You happen to be a good player on the team, but you won’t be able to play well if you’re constantly overworked. You throw your head back and take a deep breath, trying to regain the oxygen you lost from running that much.

Another whistle comes, a soft groan escapes from your lips, and you expect to be thrown right back on the field. A wave of relief washes over you when he waves the other group of girls over instead, and you return to your state of rest. You adjust yourself when someone plops down next to you, rather close. You know it’s your best friend, Nat. No one else nuzzles right up to you when benched, you look over to her, your eyebrows knitted together since you are exhausted. Of course, she notices your discomfort straight away.

“Who pissed in your cereal?”

She questions you, nudging you with her shoulder. You can tell she’s worried, she also knows how much you’re overworked on the field since you complain about it so much. You think about not answering and taking the time that you have to rest and regain your stamina. You can’t just ignore Nat though, especially since she’s expressing her concern.

“I’m just so fucking tired, I want to leave so bad.”

You reply, returning to your original position. Nat hums in response. She notices how much you’re put on the field, more than Taissa who’s a beast at soccer, that’s very impressive to her. She understands that she’d be upset too if she was playing that much.

“So.. Why not leave for a bit? Have some fun for once in your fucking life.”

You look at her in disbelief, Coach will absolutely kill you if you left in the middle of practice, no matter how exhausted you are. Still, Nat seems so sure about bailing on practice. So many thoughts ran through your head, of course your brain tells you not to, but the aching your body is going through tells you to go for it. You sit up and let out a sigh, a little fun wouldn’t hurt.

“Screw it.”

Nat instantly smiles and stands up, she drags you to your feet. You can’t believe you’re actually doing this, feeding into your friend’s bad choices. Though, adrenaline runs through your veins as you hear Nat tell Laura Lee that you’re about to throw up, just “incase coach is worried”. You bite back a smile as you fold over, pretending to gag.

As soon as you get to the locker room you straighten your poster, laughter spilling out of your mouth. For the first time in a month you actually feel alive, even if it’s due to skipping practice. You’re having fun, that’s all that matters. Nat eyes you, a sly smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She comes closer to you, so close that you have to press yourself against a locker so that you have space. Her hands rest on your shoulders. You understand what she meant by “fun” back at the bench, the look she was giving you even back there. Yes, you’re tired. But you can’t ignore the flame being ignited in your core.

“Nat..”

You whisper out, your hands instinctively reaching for hips. Nat gives you a look that turns you into putty, the confidence she has making you even more nervous than you were before.

“What? I thought you wanted to have fun, pretty girl.”

“…Here?”

Nat rolls her eyes and presses her lips against yours, her hands changing to press you against the lockers instead of just resting on your shoulders. She whines into the kiss, already needy. You’ve been needing an escape all day, all worked up from school and now soccer practice. Nat read you like a book, she knows what you want, and she’s very willing to give it you. Your hands travel up to her hair, your fingers entangling in her brunette roots, she softly moans, pressing onto you more. Her lips leave yours, leaving you both panting. For once, you thought you get a break. You’re wrong. She’s already hooking her fingers under your pants, tugging on them gently.

“I bet I can guess what color underwear you’re wearing.”

She barely speaks above a whisper, her tone more confident than ever. She obviously knows what she’s doing to you, she wants you flustered, shy. She relishes the sight of your face turning bright red, and how your eyes are looking everywhere but at her. She grabs your chin with a smirk plastered on her face, you bite your lip nervously.

“..Oh yeah?”

You’re a stuttering mess, folding completely at how well she’s with her words. Usually there’s playful banter, but you’re completely vulnerable. Nat has you in the palm of her hand. She leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Well, I already know. Those lacey white panties we got at the mall, right? the ones with the little bow. I saw it when you leaned over.”

A shiver goes up your spine, listening to her words, her tone thick as honey. Before you can even open your mouth to answer her, Nat drops down onto her knees, tugging down your clothes with her. She licks up your slit, kissing your clit. You arch into her mouth so she could have more access to you. You’re already a whimpering mess, gasping at her tongue swirling around your clit. She loves how you taste, and how willing you are to let her eat you out. Her mouth latches onto your clit, softly sucking on your bud. You groan, grinding into her mouth.

“Fuck, Nat..”

You mutter, your fingers entangling in her hair once again. She licks up your wetness, tasting everything she can. Her tongue slips inside of you going at a steady pace, her hand holds your hip in place, wanting you to stay still for her. She drinks in every moan that comes from you. Nat’s so turned on, from how pretty you’re being, the thought of someone walking in at any moment, she wants to escape to your room so badly, makeout with you until you both pass out, taste you even more, grind against you. Right before you can reach an orgasm she pulls away, you whine loudly, tears pricking at your eyes. She stands back up and latches onto your neck, sucking and biting, definitely leaving marks in her wake. She replaces her mouth with her fingers, pumping in and out of you so fast you can’t keep up with her pace.

Finally, you cum around her fingers. She groans into your neck, riding out your orgasm. Nat pulls out, licking your juices from her fingers. You both gasp as you hear the door to the locker room open, Nat quickly pulls up your pants and forces you to sit down. You lean over, trying your best to seem like you just threw up. Her hands rubs your back, mock comforting you. As the footsteps approach, Jackie appears from behind the lockers, seeming displeased with you both.

“Where have you— Is she okay??”

Jackie instantly becomes worried, taking a seat next to you. Her hand rests on your shoulder, rubbing circles with her thumb. You feel absolutely horrible tricking her like this, just so you both can get away with having sex in the locker room. Thankfully you look like a hot mess from the previous events, making it look like you’re sick.

“Yeah, she puked. I think I should take her home, or something.”

Nat babbles, making up a cover story on the spot. You nod, hugging you stomach while slowly rocking. Jackie sighs, before encouraging you both to go home. Nat gives her a satisfied smile before helping you up, her arm wrapping around your shoulder. She guides you towards the exit of the room, wearing a proud look on her face.

“We’ll continue when we get to your house.”

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS I AM BEYOND GRATEFUL!! You all have been so sweet and I’m so lucky to have each and every one of you. 🤍 I hope you enjoy this little fic I wrote as a treat, I LIVE YOU GUYS!!!

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Stray kids reaction to you having tattoos:

Hyung line / Maknae line

Sub!skz x Dom!m!reader

Cw: choking// scratching// dacryphilia// manhandling// slight mentions of punishment// belly bulge

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Chan

The first time chan ever met you he'd be fairly intimidated by you. But eventually eased up when he realised how soft and kind you really were

When you both started dating he'd be constantly tracing your tattoos, making you slightly squirm because of the ticklish feeling. He seems to enjoy how scary you seemed since people wouldn't even dare flirting with you, meaning he had you to himself.

Every time he saw you shirtless he couldn't help but squeeze his thighs together and close his eyes in hoped he doesn't end up in a 'sticky' situation;)

You'd always notice the effect of you shirtless had on him so you'd back him up into the closest surface, caging him in, leaning your head down so that your faces were a couple of inches apart and give him a sly, teasing smirk.

Poor baby would get so flustered at this, wanting nothing more than for you to take him apart right then right now. To wrap your long tattooed fingers around his throat and use him as you please, while he claws at your tattooed back.

Once he gets what he wanted he'd be a babbling mess, he'd be so overwhelmed at the feeling of you. His whole body would have a red flushed tint to it. You're brutal pace would send his brain into overdrive, he wouldn't even be able to form  coherent words

Lee Know

Never in a million years did he think he'd be so attracted to yet so intimidated by a guy younger than him. But here he was, his make-up artist, body covered in tattooes and his face with a couple of piercings.

Once you two started dating he'd be all over you, constantly feeling up your tattoos. He'd always ask you to take your shirt off so that he could gawk at you. He'd love to touch your chest tattoos, feeling you up and then lowering his hands down your waist.

He'd then dip the tip of his fingers into your waistband and drag his hands round to the back to tease you. Once you look at him with dark hooded eyes, raising your brow and poking your cheek with your tongue, he'd instantly stop teasing

Moving his hands back to the front, he'd lean up to kiss you whilst sliding his hands in your underwear, wrapping his fingers around your length. He'd pull away and whisper "I need you", looking up at you with bratty, pleading eyes.

He'd absolutely love to see your naked tattooed body on top of him, ruining him, making tears spill out of his eyes from being overwhelmed. You loved hearing his honey toned moans begging for you to slow down.

Changbin

Binnie would fall in love with you at first sight. You're exactly his type of man. He'd wanna touch your tattoos so bad, but he didn't wanna make you uncomfortable.

Eventually you two ended up together and Binnie couldn't be happier. He took great care of you. He also finally got to feel up your arm and thigh tattooes which made him squeal in excitement. You love seeing him so happy.

He'd go crazy seeing you naked on top of him. He'd be constantly praising you on how good you're making him feel

As much as he likes to be praised and worshipped, he would want you to ruin him. His favourite thing to do is to be face down ass up at the end of the bed while you stand behind him and fuck into him. His ass and thighs would jiggle with each harsh thrust into him.

He'd be begging for more. "Fuck, you feel so good", he'd probably be alot more vocal than expected, constantly telling you how good he feels, whining and whimpering everyime you hit that spot inside him.

He loves to be in your lap, at first he was scared of being too heavy since he has alot of muscle but after he rode you for the first time, he wanted to do it again. He loved feeling your tattooed hands push his hips down and towards your own. The feeling of being completely man handled by you can make him cum on the spot.

Hyunjin

Jinnie would be distant with you at first since he'd find you to be absolutely terrifying. But once he saw how sweet you were, bringing food in for all the members during dance breaks he grew very fond of you.

He'd feel butterflies in his tummy evertime you smiled at him or even just simply looked his way. He gained the confidence to ask you out to which you said yes to.

He mentioned he wanted a tattooe of his one but was to scared because of the needle. You offered to take him so he could hold your hand. He said that he'd give it some thought.

Hyunjin would go insane everytime your hand would grip his thighs, the tattoos on your hand and the protruding veins turned him on alot. He loves whenever they are wrapped tightly around his throat or stroking his length, teasingly gliding across his tip every so often making him whine and arch his back.

Whenever he acts up you'd punish him hard in hopes that he'd learn. But sadly for you he loved the thrill of having his scary, predator like boyfriend spanking him and tying him up. He loved the intimidating stares you gave as he wriggles around in his restraints

He loves your faux sympathy when it gets to much for him, when he's shaking and crying whilst being railed on your cock, long locks sprawled out on the pillows as sobs rack through his entire body. He'll do anything to get your naked body on top of him so that he can check out all the hidden tattooes. Since you know his love for them, you like to wear revealing clothes that show more skin, it drives your prince princess crazy

Since hyunjins a pillow princess, the worst punishment for him to receive is for him to ride you, force him to work for his orgasm. Eventually once he's done good enough you'll hold his hips in place and make him place his hands on each side of you head as you pound up into him.

Hyunjin also loves it whenever your tattooed fingers push against his bulging stomach, feeling you so deep inside him, stretching him out so good

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[aamy2100982]

I was scraping my brain on why I liked Lee Prince as Venom

I was thinking that it's not just because, although he is a disgusting bitch, Lee is actually kind of an attractive and interesting character who was wasted by being written off shortly after his first appearance and currently only popping up occasionally in unproductive ways.

But because in fact, the symbiote is given a personality throughout his comic.

Something I hate about writers giving the symbiote to a new character is that many don't really use the symbiote as a character, but rather as an item that gives a power buff to the main character. And the symbiote is left as a shell with no feelings, perspectives or thoughts.

Everything that happens through this comic is toxic as hell... But IT IS something

I like that they give this perspective to the symbiote where they're really not in control anymore.

And I also find this little form of the symbiote very cute.

I think it means a lot. Because if you notice, when the symbiote was with other hosts, it used to talk to them from inside their head, often not needing this visual representation of the symbiote separated from its host, but just in text boxes.

The symbiote's small form is a way of representing how inferior it feels with Lee, and the fact that it speaks to him from outside its body represents how detached they are as host and parasite.

It is a good representation of the symbiote I think so. Because it is a big and very resonant change.

Think that after this comic (issue #1 - #6 Venom 2016) we had the "this is a love story" comic

(issue #150, also 2016)

That is just:

Eddie: I did bad things that I didn't think I would do after a long time. All this has happened since I got back together with my partner.

Father: That sounds like shit, you should stay away from that person.

They leave the Church, Symby manipulates Eddie into thinking that it only do what Eddie wants, what "they" want, fight Scorpio, Eddie is left unconscious.*

Symby proceeds to try to kill the father for telling Eddie to stay away from them.* (he didn't die tho)

Do you see what I see?

I'm going to assume no. Lee Price's comic is literally the opposite of this. And I find that incredible. This comic was literally after the symbiote was taken away from Lee Price, but it really hits home. Because this isn't the first time Symby has done similar things to control Eddie.

Like giving him cancer to make Eddie believe he needs the symbiote or getting really jealous when Eddie tries to meet other people. Even if it's not in a romantic way.

I think we all collectively hate Lee Prince, but I wouldn't say his comic was bad. I wouldn't say he used to be a bad character either. It totally reimagined what the symbiote can be and I think that's great. Not every writer takes the time to explore the symbiote as a character when it's not with someone other than a Brock (Eddie and Dylan) or Flash, sometimes. So it's great what they were able to do with Lee even though it was little to no time.

I hope they do something interesting with him

Or at least let him die in peace.

[archivesofthevoid]

Hiiii!!

Can I get a friends to lovers scenario with some of the Harry Potter boys (particularly George Weasley and Remus Lupin if you do those two characters ❤️❤️)? Any specifics will do, I’m just a sucker for the trope. Please and Thank you!!!

George Weasley - Friends to Lovers Trope HCs

I know you guys are looking for probably actual writing but right now making bulleted headcanons are just so much easier on me and my melting brain, so for now, take this semi detailed scenario hcs about being friends to lovers with George :))

I'm so sorry I'm advance!! these really are just me rambling about how I think it would go,,, I hope y'all enjoy,,

I promise I'll actually write something better for this soon

•So friends to lovers with the one and only George Weasley. Honestly I see this trope as like,,, you're just best friends with him and he's the one to fall first. And believe me, he falls HARD.

•This man doesn't fall easily for people. At least, not like this. Sure he's had a few fling crushes here and there that he might have hyper fixated on a tiny bit just because he craves the attention. HOWEVER - once he realizes he's falling for his best friend? He's a mess.

•One day he was just listening to you talk to him, Fred, Lee and Angelina and all of a sudden when you laughed about something stupid he said? It made him feel different. It pulled at his heartstrings in the most beautiful way that he was almost sure he imagined it because you never stirred up this reaction out of him before?? So he was very confused.

•No doubt he tried to brush it off but as time went on in the span of the 30 minutes you and everyone else was chatting in the Commons, it dawned on him.

•O h. I'm gaining feelings for my best friend.

•Insert him excusing himself to go do… something else. Probably go try to work on WWW inventions or something. He just needed to take a quick breather and distraction. Everyone thought it was normal but Fred could sense something was off with his twin. So he followed after him? He went to their dorm to see George kind of flustered and freaking out and asked what was wrong.

•Naturally, George is great with words /sar so what ended up coming out of his mouth? Complete gibberish. Fred normally could understand his brother's incessant ramblings but not this time.

•"Woah Georgie, slow down. I can't understand you when you're spilling your words all over the floor like this." He normally would have tried to make light of the situation and he still does. Thankfully, George was able to actually get out what he was trying to say.

•"I think - I think I might be falling for them!"

•Que Fred laughing. Also que George punching him in the arm while yelling "BLOODY HELL FRED THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!"

•Oh but it is. He knew his brother was rather soft when it came to the mushy feelings of romance, but he didn't think he was this bad.

•So naturally Fred has to talk him through processing these feelings (not that he could really handle his own feelings if he ever liked someone like his twin is currently)

•They're both horrible with their feelings. Despite having a big family, I don't think Molly really was there to help them process their own feelings due to having their younger siblings to take care of. And you know Arthur was always working so it was quite literally just the two of them. Not that they don't appreciate their family but c'mon now.

•ANYWAYS I'm getting off track here. George eventually figures out his feelings and yes, its very apparent he feels something for you.

•So he and Fred try to plan accordingly about how to bring it up to you. But you're so… you. George doesn't want to mess whatever you guys have up.

•I will say however that you've noticed him acting a bit different. So the plan the twins had goes out the window once you confront and ask George about his behavior in the next coming weeks.

•He cracks, because he just can't lie to you! Not when you're looking at him like that. So he ends up spilling a confession of which almost gets missed by how hesitant and quiet he gets.

•Thankfully your ears work (unlike mine lmao) and you take his confession in pride. You tell him you appreciate it (which he swears he's about to be rejected just because of those words alone-) but then you tell him that you'd be willing to try. Because recently you had started to see him in a different light.

•He's ecstatic tbh and SO relieved. Like when I tell you he let out the biggest sigh of relief? I MEAN IT.

•This is how your relationship with him starts. Yeah it's a little messy, but not in a bad way! George has next to no idea what he's doing because he REALLY does care for you and he doesn't want to let you down or hurt you.

•Just be patient with him, okay? I promise he makes it all worth it <33

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Lean On || Lee Seokmin

Pairings: Seokmin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Established Relationship au

Synopsis: On rough days when you have nothing but tears to offer, Seokmin always provides his shoulders to lean on and it reminds you of everything his love language entails of.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nothing heavy, toxic workplace, reader is sad, mentions of migraine, THE ENDING IS CRACK.

This is an impromptu post because this 4 month old blog has hit 500+ followers. Thanks to all whom have showed loved, interacted, have been silently supporting me, I love y'all.

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The raindrops splatter against the window panes and Seokmin drawls out a restrained breath when his slumber stirs. He checks the time with teary eyes as his head still throbs, cursing himself out for not being able to pick you from work because of the killer headache which forced him to take early leave from office and return home.

He hears the doorknob making a sound and perks up in relief just because he'd be finally able to see you, feel your touch after spending hours apart because of work.

When you take slight longer than usual to cross the hallway and reach the couch where he's seated, Seokmin thinks he can't bear another moment of not seeing you. He rushes to the hallway and is about to call out your name but stills.

Your mind is anywhere and everywhere but to notice your boyfriend's presence. You know how easily he gets worried, so you take deep breaths in hopes that those tears would stop falling, hands frantically rubbing over eyes and cheeks to wipe off any hints of them. While your back still faced him, Seokmin knows you too well to catch onto your actions and even though his heart breaks he quietly goes back to take his previous position on the couch.

"Hey baby, did your headache...", it's happening again. Whenever you're upset your brain decides to stop giving out the words and you're always failing to complete the sentences or make any sense out of it for anyone. You pray that Seokmin doesn't notice, albeit of him being aware of this habit of yours.

"It's better.", Seokmin lies inspite of the way there's a rapid pounding in his head. He pats the space beside him and you're occupy it with hesitancy.

"I tried to...", you regret two things. One, meeting his gaze because your eyes are bloodshot and two, opening your mouth because the words won't come out, "I tried to..", your hands gesture inwards and Seokmin smiles.

"Work is busy, I know baby, it's not easy to leave at your will.", He responds as if he's cutting you off and pats on your head gently, "Go get changed, I'll make us something."

"No, I'm not letting you.", you protest sternly, "You're having headaches from....", you fist your hands determined to get out the word this time, "from... m-migraine", you sigh in relief and look around, "and by the way the only the dim lights are on, I can sense the intensity already. We're ordering take out."

The idea doesn't settle well with Seokmin, "Baby, it's raining outside. It's gonna be a bother to the delivery persons", his eyes go round in concern, "what if the delivery person gets into an accident just because they want to deliver in time, you know how bad the roads will be."

A smile grows on your lips, "Lee Seokmin, you got to worry about the whole world, don't you? And surely we won't be the only one ordering, there are lots of people who are, will gonna do that. But since you don't want to, let me freshen up and I'll make your favourite chicken soup."

"Okay, then I'll make your favourite mashed potato puffs.", he says and ceases every chance of protest from you by sending you into your shared bedroom.

Once you're into the bathroom, you ponder how Seokmin could make you forget about the world instantly when you're with him. But now that you're alone again, your mood sours. The hollowness returns as you shred your clothes and let the warm water wash you thorough.

Seokmin feels he could faint any moment because of the constant throbbing. It's one of those days where medicines does nothing to dull the pain. But he coaxes himself to get through because today you need him. He'd do anything to be your support, to be your anchor, to never let you go to bed upset.

He thanks heaven as he almost finishes making the puffs while waiting for you to join him. He counts sheeps, hums his favourite melodies, tries to think about something funny but nothing diverts him from the splitting headache which he feels keeps on increasing as moments pass by.

He prays he doesn't faint, he doesn't want you to worry more.

"Are you already done?", the smell floods your senses making you hungry instantly as soon as you step into the kitchen.

"Almost.", Seokmin tries to get up but tumbles on his steps and you run to hold him.

You eye him in concern as he seats on the chair. You hand him a glass of water asking, "How bad is it?"

You're met by silence and that's what you needed from him, an honest answer. Next you're running into your room to grab your scarf and purse.

"We're going to the hospital now.", you tell him, looking around for the car keys.

What Seokmin dreaded the most is happening, "Baby, it's not that bad. Plus it's raining outside, I won't let you drive, it's dangerous. I'll be okay in sometime."

You scoff as your angry gaze directs at him, "Your eyes are red, Min. You couldn't even stand properly."

Seokmin tries to open his mouth but you're cutting him off, "No more excuses. We're going to the hospital."

The temperature treatment and medicines did work some sort of magic because Seokmin feels a lot better and by the time you both are out of the hospital, the rain has also stopped.

Seokmin wants to drive, wants to tell you to take rest but with his current plight he wouldn't take the risk of doing so.

"Baby, could you please drive us to the riverside.", he asks and though you eye him questioningly, you don't say a word.

Throughout the ride his hand rests on your thigh, giving gentle caresses. It's oddly comforting you think. He hums soft melodies, adjusts the window glasses rolling them all up when he feels you shiver, rolling them down when it feels stuffy.

When you reach the riverside, Seokmin gets out urging you to stop the car at a spot and you decide to follow him after parking the car.

There's a designated bench for you two, it's your regular spot. You couldn't pinpoint why but that particular area beside the riverside had always enchanted you, during daytime it's filled with people and glee, at nighttime it's dimly lit. But today it's mostly dark maybe because of rain. That's the exact place where you met him for the first time, the memory is silly, it's beautiful and everything you'd be grateful for. Taking seat, while you wait for Seokmin your mind squares back to the incidents in the office and once again the tears start to pool in the corner of your eyes.

Those tears are now streaming down your face as you sob loudly. You don't care to hide it from your boyfriend because you know he already knows that something's off and it's a matter of time he asks you about it.

"Oh baby", you hear your boyfriend's voice and next you're being embraced by him while he sits beside you. You fist your hands on his jacket and some moments later he's loosening your grip on him just to make you look at him.

He wipes your tears and pecks on your forehead, "Wanna let it out?"

You nod like an eager child as if you were waiting for him to ask.

"I had told you about the...", It comes again, with waves of sadness, your brain not giving oult the words, "about the...", you whimper in frustration.

Seokmin knows it's something related to work so he turns the gear in his head and ask, "Project?"

You shake head.

"New team member?"

Again a no.

"Deadline?"

Still no.

He feels like ripping his hair apart and suddenly everything clicks, he thinks he knows what must have happened. With hesitancy he asks, "Promotion?"

You nod, your eyes becoming teary just at the mention, "I've been eyeing that position for a long time. My performance rating has been the best among the peer group so I was sure that I was gonna get promoted. But it was given to Jooseok, we all know he's a...", you look at him expectantly when you get stuck again.

Seokmin knowing in and outs about your workplace quickly adds, "He's a distant relative of the senior project manager."

You nod and continue, "And when I tried to talk to my manager he totally shut me out saying I shouldn't be petty about something I don't deserve in first place."

Seokmin feels unfair because he knows how diligent you are, he has seen how dedicated you are to your work. He remembers how your eyes glinted every time the topic of promotion was brought upon.

"Am I really being petty, Min?"

Vigorously shaking his head Seokmin answers, "Baby, I need you to know that you deserved it more than anyone else. I have known how many all nighters you've pulled to fill in for your incompetent teammates, to help new team members. You're so sincere and reliable, the type project leads would always want to have in their team."

Relief washes over you and you pour out more, "It's not even about the promotion, it's okay, opportunities would come more but what hurts the most is I never get credited for all the work I've put through. They always disregard everything and they're rude.", a pout settles on your lips.

"They need to be taught a lesson.", Seokmin quips because he already has ideas in his head, "Weren't you saying you had a meeting with the clients this week? When is that scheduled?"

"This Thursday.", you say unsuspectingly.

Seokmin grins big when he says, "When you go home you're gonna apply emergency leave for the remaining week. Let's see how things roll without you."

Your eyes go wide in shock, "I can't do that! Plus my manager won't approve it."

"They're called emergency leaves for a reason. And what's your manager gonna do about it? The most he can do is run his filthy mouth.", Seokmin reasons and you're laughing at how he's making questionable faces whenever your manager comes up in the conversation.

"Next you're gonna start applying for new jobs. Your workplace is toxic and sorry if I sound rude or demanding or controlling but I won't let you work somewhere where it costs you your mental health. You deserve to be appreciated for the efforts you're putting through, you deserve a better working environment."

You know what your boyfriend's suggesting is actually a real deal, not that you haven't pondered over this before. Having endured the dirty politics of the office for long actually fuels up in making up your mind.

"I think I'm gonna start applying for jobs.", you acknowledge and Seokmin hugs you in delight. When he does so you wonder where you'd belong if it's not to him.

"You don't even have to work through the notice period, you know I can provide for both of us unless you get another job.", he says and pinches the bridge of your nose, "But I also know your conscience won't allow you to do so, you won't leave that abruptly."

"Thanks Min. What would I do without you?",you whisper giving him a knowing smile. He pecks your lips before asking to wait as he runs off to somewhere.

Some moments later the area suddenly lights dimly in various colours making your eyes wonder in search of not anything in particular. Then falls a spotlight on the empty space to your front. You watch as your boyfriend walks in taking place into the circle of the light holding a what you assume to be a water bottle along with that a gas balloon, the thread tied on his wrist.

He looks at you, when your gazes meet his smiles ear to ear which turns out to be contagious because you're smiling wide too.

The characteristic goofy smile that he gives you tugs on your heart and when he's holding the bottle as a makeshift mic you're already laughing out loud.

"Silly", you call him out.

He points at you before he starts to sing.

And when he starts to sing, your eyes almost fall off the sockets because he's singing what you had never anticipated.

"Dogs goes woof, Cat goes meow...", he starts to sing so soulfully that if you didn't know the lyrics and the song you'd mistake it for some melody, "Bird goes tweet and mouse goes squeek…"

He's jumping around, hoping from one place to another, hitting notes effortlessly with such parodical expressions that you're sliding down the bench, holding your cheeks that are aching from all the laughing.

And when he goes quiet all of sudden, you squint eyes at him. He closes up to you and sings again, "But there's one sound, that no one knows......."

He hold the bottle to your mouth, urging you to continue and you're choking and bubbling out giggles when you manage to say, "What does the fox say?"

You are wrong to think this couldn't get funnier, your boyfriend couldn't get funnier. Because he's know holding the balloon and untying the thread. Next he's inhaling the gas which you're sure now that it's helium.

And that's it, that's what made you goner.

With his husky voice turning shrillest he winks at you and aggressively does the did, sings the catch part of the song.

"Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!"

You're rolling on the ground, kicking legs in the air, clutching your stomach in case it bursts open from excessive laughing.

"M-Min, please stop or I'll really combust.", your strained voice is pleading, "This is ridiculous, what are you?"

Seokmin gets the scare of his life as he takes the literal meaning of your words and stops instantly. And you regret taking a look at his expression because it's so funny that you're laying down again just to laugh.

"Are you done?", Seokmin tugs on your sleeves, "This wasn't supposed to be that funny. Why are still laughing? Do I look funny?"

You know he's sulking and teasing simultaneously so you're grabbing his face and pulling him down so that you could kiss him and gleefully he obliges.

"Idiot", you mumble against his lips once they part, "You're inhaling Helium and doing all sorts of hyping with this massive headache. It's gonna be worse."

"Anything to make you feel better.", he pecks your lips once again and says, "I'm so proud of you, Y/N. Never doubt your worth. I love you."

"And you're the best thing that happened to me. You should also be knowing how your presence itself can heal anyone around you. Love you too baby, thanks for being mine, for being with me.", You confess, honestly, feeling his face, asserting assurance.

He gets up and helps you to do so, "We'll pick up dinner from that takeaway truck on our way home."

"Fine, since it's late. I'll make you chicken soup tomorrow.", You say, "Let's go, I need to apply for leave and prepare the seperation papers as well."

"Sounds like a plan, but first let's return the bottle to aunt, her stall is still open. She must be waiting for us and also, gotta tell her to switch off the lights."

Aunt has been integral part of your journey with Seokmin. She runs a stall by the riverside and you had met her through Seokmin, the old woman is quirky, funny and an absolute lovebug. She loves you both as her own and you both reciprocate the same.

As Seokmin skips all the way ahead of you, calling your name to show random things he sees on the ground, your heart swells in your chest. You thank heavens for letting you have Seokmin to lean on.

→ Do not copy, re-post, translate, or share any of my works on other platforms! All stories are copyrighted, joonsytip. ©️

[doctorstrangereview]

0047: Strange Tales #153

Cover Date: February 1967 On-Sale Date: November 10, 1966

Marie Severin takes over art duties with this installment. It's a marked change. Ms. Severin's art is more detailed with lots of shading that Bill Everett used to a much lesser extent. Mr. Everett's art looked more precise as if drawing aids were used to plot out each line and curve while Ms. Severin's work looks very hand drawn. It's a tiny bit less "cartoony" than her predecessor. She draws the Mindless Ones better. While Mr. Everett's Umar looks very "female Namor" I prefer it to Ms. Severin's rendition. Stan Lee is still writing so there's that to contend with.

Doc has just penetrated the barrier holding back the Mindless Ones from wrecking the rest of the Dark Dimension on his quest to rescue the woman he loves yet hardly knows, Clea. Honestly, this supposedly impenetrable barrier seems to let just about anybody in. On a positive note, Doc is no longer being taken in by Umar's feminine wiles and believability spell. He flat out calls her evil in his thoughts. About time, Doc!

Doc is amidst a hoard of beings possessing immense strength and some sort of force beams. Fortunately, he realizes that they can't fly while he can. He manages to avoid all this menace by floating a few feet up. Also fortunate, the Mindless Ones are mindless and none of them thing to look up. There are those force beams they shoot out of their eye, after all. While up, up and away, he sees an energy beam that Ms. Severin doesn't make too obvious. It feels evil to Doc, but we don't discover if it makes his amulet tingle this time. He does prepare himself with an invisible shield. The invisible part conveniently saves the artist the effort of drawing it.

Umar casts an image of Clea in the big, bad force beam which distracts Doc long enough to drop his shield momentarily. Umar uses the occasion to strike. Yup, she's still clever, this one! Doc is severely weakened by this.

Doc falls into a group of Mindless Ones as Umar watches and believes things to be nearly over. The Mindless Ones proceed to kick Doc's tunic covered rear.

Doc fights back and manages to gain some ground when one of the Mindless Ones remembers that they have those eye beam things in addition to punching.

Doc then gets to punching and kicking back and even uses one of them as a shield.

Umar is watching all this and is very WTF about Doc turning the tide of the battle. "How the heck is he doing this?" she says to herself.

Doc even manages to get most of the Mindless Ones back to fighting each other leaving him able to fend off the few who are still interested in him. Very clever, Doc! Now, let's go find that woman I love but hardly know, Clea.

But Umar has a clever plan. "The Mindless Ones aren't all that effective because they are mindless! But, what I were their brain? Ha! Gotcha!"

Doc does his best to fend off the now clever rock monsters and we learn a little secret. The cloak of levitation is Mindless One eye beam proof. How fortunate!

Doc says "the heck with this!" and sends a burst of light that blinds Umar, who has been watching and directing events. He uses the opportunity to disguise himself as a Mindless One. Once she recovers Umar realizes what he's done and simply causes the Mindless Ones to fight each other again figuring that they'll take out Doc sooner or later. Doc holds his own. For some reason, Umar decides to look in on The Ancient One who is writing in his journal before bedtime, blissfully unaware that his star student is about to get his tunic clad bottom kicked again.

Now that the strange interlude is done, Umar stops her control of the Mindless Ones making them mindless yet again which means Doc's hypnotic disguise is no longer working. Doc floats up and manages to penetrate the barrier holding Clea (so many barriers in the Dark Dimension, so ineffectual) so he can finally rescue her. But all is not as it seems. Umar had one more trick up her sleeve. It wasn't Clea, but a Mindless One in disguise! (So many disguises!) Now a nearly powerless Doc is left to face a creature that lives to fight. What else could go wrong?!

It's been said that Stan Lee didn't really like writing Doctor Strange as he didn't really know what to do with the character and Ditko did the heavy [plot] lifting. Stories like this give some credence to that rumor. The story is pretty much one big fight. Fortunately (there's that word again) It's not just eight pages punching and magic bolts bookended by a splash page and a few panels at the end to actually move the plot forward. Umar's characterization is well done, even if the dialogue can be a bit stiff and over the top. She's very clever and a great strategist even if a bit arrogant assuming Doc will be killed. Not seeing things through to end has been a hallmark of this series and these assumptions bite multiple characters in their collective bottoms on multiple occasions. A woman's got to have her flaws!

Overall, Marie Severin's debut is more successful than not. Not an awful lot happens to speed the arc along, but it's more than filler.

[Out of curiosity, is Umar pronounced ooh-mar or you-mar?]

[infinitethree]

There are times that, actually, Aster kind of hates most of his life.

One of the biggest reasons for that is that it can feel hard to breathe among the main population of the server. Too many of them look at him like…

Well, they look at him like he’s something to idolize. Something to put up on a pedestal and marvel and/or swoon over.

The idea of being together with basically anyone makes his skin crawl. He already feels a hell of a lot like he’s an imposter in the majority of situations; the last thing he wants or needs is to have to lie to a significant other.

Plus he’s just. Aggressively not interested.

The little chat he had with Theo after he’d gotten the earrings from the eldest and youngest Was-Taken brothers, in which they commiserated over how little they wanted to touch any of that…the years have only made that more and more true.

Aster is, ultimately, a fairly public figure. He also is carrying the burden of multiple secrets that could shatter the server– secrets that he has to hide from those he holds dearest.

So, when he wants to actually be able to breathe somewhere truly private…he retreats to the Council HQ.

The fancy rooms no longer bother him on a visceral level. Maybe it’s because they’re so familiar now– a sign of absolute safety.

…Or, almost absolute. There’s still the risk of Daz showing up to be a fuckin’ bastard.

Less so, lately. Daz has been more than a little preoccupied with teaching Lee and dealing with all of the fuckery surrounding the Scribe.

One of their rewards for their first deal was what, at first glance, looks to be a Magic 8 Ball.

It technically is. But it’s also so much more than that.

It’s the way that they can ask a questions to the Scribe. There are limitations, which Aster is pretty sure are listed on a piece of paper taped in the back of an innocuous book on the bookshelf in the potions room.

He hasn’t bothered to keep track of them. Being smart about this kind of thing isn’t his forte. He’s here to be brawn, and he’s very, very good at that part.

Not that he’s stupid. He’s just…very aware that Daz can, does, and will run circles around him.

Again, though; the bastard has been busy lately.

…It’s weird that it’s been so quiet without that jackass deliberately antagonizing him. Keeps making him feel like things are getting dangerous.

Uhg. He glares up at the ceiling of the main room from his place flopped on the couch. He doesn’t like that he’s not really even able to find peace here anymore.

Especially because the damn Observers are here. They’re not asking anything, though, so Aster sure as fuck isn’t going to offer them more than he’s obligated to.

Well isn’t this just pathetic!

Prime fucking damnit, that’s the last entity he wants to hear from. He’d take a million weird and invasive Observer questions over the Scribe deciding to focus their attention on him.

Oh, don’t look so sour. Due to some recent events– don’t worry about it– I’ve realized that maybe you’re not as much of a lame stick in the mud as I thought!

“My face and voice are broken. I can’t not look like this,” he points out, still not fully used to having to curb his snark for literally anyone.

Smartass. Look, do you want a deal or not?

His eyes narrow. Not bothering to get up from his relatively comfy pose, he tells the horrible entity likely capable of destroying everything he knows and loves, “Aren’t you supposed to give me reasons why I should do it? Isn’t that your whole thing– make me an offer I can’t refuse?” There’s a beat, and he tacks on, “Y’know, like the Devi?”

Laughter comes from the Scribe. Oh, man, this is why you’ve caught my eye! Not a lot of people would sass me. Even the brains of your operation is scared shitless, but you…see, I know you’re not stupid enough that you think it’s a good idea. You’re just…that kinda person. 

Almost against his will, Aster has learned to read tone well enough to get the impression that they don’t consider his boldness a bad thing.

Weird! Usually gods or whatever the fuck the Scribe is are touchy about respect. They certainly seemed to dislike when Daz got too mouthy, after all.

They continue, You’re right, though. So, Stardust, I know something has gnawed at you for a long time now. 

He does not take the obvious bait, and instead patiently lets them draw the suspense out for their reveal.

Don’t you want to know more about that bastard that dragged you into this mess? I mean, really– he doesn’t just have a few cards he’s holding back, he’s got a whole fucking deck he’s hiding! 

He is curious, but at the same time…it’s a horrible, almost violent violation of Daz’s privacy.

Daz has kept a lot of things secret, presumably for a reason. Going to someone else to pry his life open is liable to result in a nasty situation that Aster can’t possibly recover from.

Oh, and Lee wouldn’t forgive him. There’s that, too.

But despite how much he dislikes Daz as a person, he liked the idea of ripping his defenses away even less.

That armor is pretty much the only thing standing between Daz and a total mental breakdown. Daz going off the deep end is pretty much the worst-case scenario for the entire server.

Still, he’s not so dumb that he turns it down right away. “That’s an interesting proposal. What is it that you want from me?”

A new perspective. He’s hogging the spotlight and it’s getting on my nerves. Sure, yeah, he’s– interesting and nuanced and whatever. But variety is the spice of life, and you have proven to be capable of quite a bit of spice!

None of that makes much sense to him. Beyond the metaphor, he’s pretty sure the implication is that they’re all just entertainment and Daz is grating on them by now.

He has no fucking clue what they mean by him being spicy, though.

“That’s your motive, not what I would have to do,” he sighs.

Their voice is flatter this time. Impatient little shit, huh? Fine. Make things interesting, same task as that bastard. I want a reason to turn the camera away from him for once. Even if he has to be in the fucking scene, I’ll accept a change in POV. 

That makes him sit up. “Camera? Are you recording us?!” In a manner of speaking. Don’t look so surprised, it’s obvious! And, look– there’s a big secret that’s hovering over Sanctuary. You find that out, and I’ll give you a VIP tour of what’s really going on.

“I don’t–” And a wish! No rules, no limits. A single, solitary wish that you can use to get anything you can imagine. Reality will bend to your will. I’ll even let you trade it, if such a weighty prize doesn’t feel right in your own hands.

He swallows.

He doesn’t want the rest of it, especially not learning more about Daz, but…

A wish, huh?

Considering it makes him feel a bit sick, but he asks, “...What are the limits. Not the wish– you said that already. I mean the rest. What am I not allowed to do?”

As long as you give me something interesting, I don’t care what it is or how you do it.

“And…what are the consequences if I can’t pull it off?”

There’s a low, ominous laugh. You’ll forget this ever happened and I’ll make your life worse. 

There aren’t a lot of people that know better than Aster that Daz would accept this. Not only that, he’d come up with a masterful plan to make everything work out wildly in his favor.

Fuck. He hates this, but he can’t refuse it.

He gives a soft, humorless laugh of his own. “Alright, Satan. I’ll shake your hand.”

Excellent. A pleasure doing business with you, Stardust.

The camera suddenly snaps to the Showrunner.

They’re hovering over what looks like a representation of the Council HQ, and Aster himself, on the stage.

A wide, almost manic grin is on their TV-screen head. “Gentle audience, I’ll need your help with this one. You can suggest things you want him to see– things from the bastard’s life.”

The lights suddenly dim, and they add, “But be aware! My favorite little monster’s presence might be shown, but not perceived. At least, not yet.”

They roll over mid-air so that they’re on their back. “This is your chance to peek at any moments you feel didn’t get a proper scene! Not just within his backstory, but beyond. Prologue, sequel, even a sneak preview of upcoming attractions if you want to be so bold. Whether or not Aster sees inside his head will depend greatly on what makes things more fun.”

A loud giggle escapes them and they kick their feet in excitement. “Ohhhh this act is gonna be killer!”

[the-wolfs-laughter]

Spider, Bat, Moon?

-🪶

Thank you for participating in the ask game 🥰

🕷 spider - lees: would you like being tickled by multiple lers at once? lers: would you like to tickle multiple lees at once?

I really love the idea of multiple lers. Maybe it's my masochism, or my praise kink, or loving physical contact from someone I care about. But having all that attention and focus on me? Because multiple people care enough to want those reactions? Getting shown love by several people even if in the moment they're being more sadistic than anything and it's pure torture shhhh ? The idea turns my brain to mush and makes my heart swell. So many of my fantasies involve multiple lers.. realistically though I don't know how much I could handle with so many vulnerable spots being able to be gotten at once. So much attention just on me, and if my brain were to just shut off as I turn into a dumb puppy with the lers cooing and praising and teasing while I have to just take it like a silly little tickle toy... Sorry what was the question? 😵‍💫

🦇 bat - do you enjoy the concept of punishment or reward tickles more?

I like both in general. The concept of reward tickles is super flustering though, especially if the ler decided to be a bully and talk about how this was all for me and my benefit... but also I have a hard time with stuff like that. My main thing with tickling has always been I don't want it done because I want it. I want my ler/lover/play partner to want to be doing it. So I think I enjoy punishment tickles more for that reason.. knowing that whoever is doing it because that's what they wanted to default to. Knowing that I can push buttons and be silly and test boundaries, without feeling this worry or dread that I shouldn't because if it was something where I fucked up then my ler wouldn't be going to something more intimate and fun and silly. That knowledge that I'll still be wanted even after I brat off. Plus on a much less depressing note there can be extra flustering with my partner then going in with teasing on how if I wanted attention so bad I could have just asked or other forms of calling me out and shit hcmakfbsljkl. And then there's also that I just kind of naturally swear and say no or similar things during a session so that would make me feel... weird in reward tickles. Doing good so I get a reward and then I'm swearing at them? Eehhh...

🌙 moon - who is one person in this community that you would love to have the opportunity to meet up with? (please be respectful with your answers.)

100% It would be my closest friend in the community @missamyrisa2 I'd like to think we've gotten close through our multiple blogs and always rekindling when new accounts are made, as well as the other various accounts on differing sites. One of my absolute favorite writers, but overall just also an amazing person 🥰 I don't even mean a meetup with tickling either, though ya boi would not have any arguments with the knowledge we both have on each other, but just as a get-together as friends would be so nice. I've gained and lost so many online friends both in and out of this community, but you're the one who's always stuck around and I'll cherish that for a very long time 💜

Thanks again for the ask!

[ticklish-touch]

Alright. I have a confession to make. I've been wanting to talk about this for a while, but it is another big reason that my Backrooms story is being delayed and why I'm less active.

(TW for w*e*e*d mention/subst*nce use, as well as N*S*F*W themes).

Last year, I started taking cannabis edibles for the first time in my life. They're legal in my state, and I was just... So at the end of my rope with trying to find something, anything, that would help my anxiety and help my brain shut off or wander off at night to take my thoughts away from the mental & emotional trauma I've been through in the last year. I took advice from a couple friends who take edibles, I still catalogue my reactions to it like a fucking scientist to try and be careful not to let myself go too wild.

CBD and THC hybrid gummies have been a lifesaver for me. I feel so much more relaxed after work. I can fall asleep so much faster. I feel so pleasantly lucid, and I can imagine so much more to my music.

I've also found that Sativa, especially when not combined with my CBD gummies, sends my imagination into overdrive like I wouldn't believe. And at first, I LOVED it!! I thought "oh holy shit I can use this energy to write more, faster!"

Until I realized that along with my ideas, it also amplified my ADHD. My thoughts and ideas bounce around off of each other SO MUCH that I need to scramble to get them written on Google Docs. I become beyond existential when lost in thw sauce. And not in a bad way! I have actually been able to work through a LOT of emotional and mental baggage that I've been carrying, simply by dumping my philosophical ramblings and self-pep-talks/ self-criticisms on Docs. And that's why, in spite of me not focusing as much on this big project, I feel like it's been important for me to get these thoughts out. They could be potential ideas for books, comics, short stories etc.

BUT needless to say, it is a reason that I can't stay focused on one chapter after another. I have four chapters left, and I keep bouncing back and forth between them. Because, spoiler, my last couple chapters are going to be as trippy as a drug trip. I'm gonna incorporate elements similar to Doctor Strange, Quantumania and Spiderverse.

But overall, I'm going to listen to my Muse, and strike while the iron's totally blitzed. 👍 I feel like, if I try to force myself to work on a chapter or drawing, I'll lose passion for it. It's not fizzling out, it's just on the backburner, collecting flavor and thoroughly cooking.

(N*S*F*W*): A slightly more... Embarrassing reason, is that, because I'm over-imaginative and horny on main, my libido also gets massively enhanced by edibles 50% of the time. So I end up dumping some of the naughtiest concepts I've ever had about my OCs or canon characters, or absolutely paralyzing myself with lee/switch moods by listening to songs, playing spooky games, watching videos with Ler vibes, that all activate my fear kink & tickle kink. And it's... A very good outlet. I may never share some of these writings, but it's helped me get over that last bit of shame I've carried with me ever since the first Tumblr purge and since the "ew kinky people r gross, tickling shouldn't be s3xual" uprising of SFW tickle blogs.

BUT ALL IN ALL, I do take CBD for legitimate anxiety reasons. My anxiety meds have not done shit since this January, when everything at work started going to hell. CBD relaxes my body and actually helps me fall asleep like nothing else ever has.

Meanwhile being on sativa and caffeine can keep me up til 6 in the morning. Like right now as I'm writing this. 😃 But again, it gets the huge dam of thoughts to break and flow freely.

So yeah. Weed has been better therapy for me than actual therapy. For thirty fucking years of my life, I have been desperate to find some kind of coping mechanism, or outlet, or medicine, to help my disorders. And these edibles, along with my antidepressant and creative mind, have worked together pretty damn nicely. And I can now say along with MANY of my friends and peers, fuck anyone who says that medical marijuana should not be legal. Hell, imo recreational weed should also be legal just about everywhere in certain doses, but I'm not gonna get into politics.

I understand if you don't personally approve of the use of recreational drugs. But please, if you're going to judge me, or anyone who uses weed to help calm their mental issues, kindly keep it to yourself. I don't want another situation where an abusive fuckhead tried to mock a friend of mine for smoking pot. Or a dude on a server I'm modding getting childishly preachy about how everyone who uses it will end up fucked in the head and that proper diet and exercise is the cure-all for mental issues.

I'm a grown adult, I know my limits. Sometimes I slip a little and take them 4 nights in a row. Other times I take them maybe twice a week. But I know myself well enough to know that when I set a boundary for myself, I'm fucking stubborn about not breaking it. IF I feel myself slipping, I will reach out for legit help. I also know I can't blow too much money on eddies each month. But I need yall to understand that I've needed this.

TL;DR: I've been taking cannabis edibles and it's helping redirect my mind into places that I didn't realize I needed to explore, and it's been very helpful to me physically and emotionally, so I'd rather go with the flow and not force myself to work on my projects.

So, either way, if you've read this, thank you so much for sticking around. ❤

[hautsreadsmarvel]

When Spider-Man hits, it hits (issues 29-33)

We start with some meh issues, and work our way up to one of the best Spider-Man issues yet (if not the best outright).

‘“Never Step on a Scorpion!” or… “You think it’s easy to dream up titles like this?”’ is one of the issues of all time. There’s nothing too novel to talk about here, aside from the full title and the upside-down speech balloon on page 10. Scorpion still looks ugly as sin with his thick worm tail and derpy face mask.

“The Claws of the Cat!” has an adorable inner cover rendition of its title. Hiss! It’s also got some fun interactions with the rest of the Spidey cast, which we will discuss in lieu of the plot.

(Here’s the entire plot, expressed thru the tortured psyche of J.Jonah Jameson.)

“And thanks again for the apple pie! It was based!” “Based on what?”

Flash might actually be a meathead. This is like the third time Peter’s laid him out in one hit, and I don’t think he learns. Maybe Peter is giving him brain trauma.

After many issues of limping along in a progressively worse, less interesting state, Betty x Peter meets its end.

That’s tragic, it is. We’re well past the point where regular goons can threaten Spidey, so now I just kind of feel sad for them.

As a standalone issue, “If This Be My Destiny…!” doesn’t work. It ostensibly introduces Gwen Stacy and Harry Osborn to the Spider-Man mythos, but if you asked me to tell you anything about their characters I’d only be able to respond with an “uh” and a “hm” and a couple more verbal pauses. The plot is also kind of tired: Peter is in college but learns that Aunt May is ailing, she’s in the hospital for an unspecified dire condition and Peter can’t make money, so he’s too stressed to make any friends in college. Also, Peter fights some nameless SCUBA-equipped nuclear tech robbers who fight with sleep gas.

Two notes of interest:

Although the “Peter worries over Aunt May’s ailing state” plots are getting stale, at least we get this really nice art to capture Peter’s stress.

Peter majored in science, lmao. Y’know how it is.

NOW we get to the juice.

(Spider-)“Man on a Rampage!” takes the setup of the prior issue and improves remarkably - most importantly by turning Aunt May’s illness from chance kismet to a source of guilt/motivation for Peter. He steals her blood sample and tracks down Dr. Connors (the scientist he saved from being irreversibly transformed into the Lizard by his own experimental tissue regeneration treatments) to help.

Spider-Man and Dr. Connors work on the treatment, but require a radioactive element from a lab across the country… and coincidentally, our SCUBA robbers are targeting radioactive tech, so it gets intercepted by them.

Pressed for time, Peter approaches J.Jonah Jameson’s underworld mole Frederick Foswell for help, as well as roughs up every gang hideout he can find in the vain hopes one of them knows where the SCUBA robbers are hanging out. Once he inadvertently discovers the hideout himself, he bowls over the robbers and meets their master, who turns out to be Doc Octopus. They fight, Spidey is so furious it scares Doc Ock, and he’s also so careless he ends up demolishing the load-bearing pillars of the underwater hideout.

See, this is the kind of Parker Luck I like. Random bad events happen to him and make him have a bad day, whatever. This is entirely his own doing. Even though it made perfect sense for him to give Aunt May a blood transfusion issues and issues ago, even though it made perfect sense for him to rage recklessly at the thieves of the ISO-36 he and Dr. Connors need to save her life - sometimes the right moves are still the wrong ones. What greater exhibition of flawed humanity and realistic struggle? What greater challenge to overcome aw fuck I’m starting to talk like Stan Lee now

“The FINAL CHAPTER!” is an iconic issue. At the end of last issue, I was thinking “wait, is this the thing Tom Holland’s rubble-lifting scene in his first Spider-Man movie is homaging?”, so I went and looked it up. Yes, yes it is.

It takes him four pages to lift it off himself, to build the tension, to introduce the slowness and agony of the lift into an ordinarily non-temporal medium, and to express Spider-Man’s character in truest fashion. As loathe as I am to do this, I think there isn’t any way to recap the lift that doesn’t cause the mojo to leak out, so:

Peter gets another can’t quit, won’t quit moment later while fighting Doc Ock’s goons, but the above sequence is the better exhibition of what makes him him by far. Peter helps brew the cure to Aunt May’s condition and delivers it, you know how that goes. He then also helps Foswell out by giving him the credit for the bust, manages to finally get Betty to lose romantic interest in him so she’s free to date Ned, and negotiates a hard price with Jameson for pictures to keep the Parker household solvent.

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 6th July

My sister's birthday, and with it, a surprisingly cool bunch of songs.

Good Timin' - Jimmy Jones (peaked at Number 1)

We start with some cheery doo-doos and a bold, soulful voice singing some peppy but ultimately lightweight fluff. In that respect, this feels like a worthy sequel to Handy Man, Jimmy's last big hit. Like that one, this one is decidedly silly, but not so silly that you could class it as a novelty. And unlike that one, this one benefits from not accidentally suggesting that Jimmy's sleeping around with lots and lots of other girls. Which is always a plus.

It also benefits from an immediately distinctive line near the start, as Jimmy sings about how you need timin' / A-ticka-ticka-ticka-good timin', / Tacka-tacka-tacka-timin'. It's nonsense, but it's catchy nonsense, and it surely helped the song stick in people's brains - especially coming so near to the start of the song. I can absolutely imaging people who didn't remember the song title or artist being able to tell their friends about that song, you know, the ticka-ticka-ticka-timin' one? It's funny, because it's the sort of gimmick I more associate with disposable 1990s and 2000s trash like Crazy Frog, which was literally built on a specific nonsense noise, or the sort of single-line hook you're seeing more and more often now that's clearly designed to be clipped out of context and go viral on Tiktok. But no, catchy nonsense hooks have existed since forever, this song reminds you, and they've always been sellers.

After this point, the song's much more standard. It's got a cute concept, though, I guess - all about how Jimmy and his love were lucky to meet each other, and how good timin' brought me to you. Timing is everything, you see, and Jimmy illustrates this, rather randomly, with two examples, first David chancing on the perfect stone to brain Goliath with, and then Columbus happening yo come along right as Isabella of Spain needed money - and was willing to finance a rather speculative voyage to the other side of the world, to get there. They're both relevant examples, but slightly random picks, from completely different contexts, neither of them famously romantic. A part of me thinks having three examples would maybe help this to feel more balanced? But then again, I suspect that nobody's really thinking that hard about this one, and that the examples are just there to fill out the song. Which they do, so it's fine. Bit random, but fine - heck, thinking about it, the randomness even makes me think of Peggy Lee's (similarly miscellaneous) Fever, which is only an association that's going to help Jimmy. So yeah, overall pretty positive on this one.

When Johnny Comes Marching Home - Adam Faith (double A-side, 5)

I suspect I've maybe been a bit too down on Adam, where he's come up in this blog. True, a lot of his songs have a bit of a whininess to them, and are a little clearly trying to be a knock-off bad-boy Cliff. But this song shows that he has a genuinely cool song in him, on a good day - because, to my great surprise, I actually found myself bopping along to this one, in the train as I was listening to it!

It's a weird song for Adam to be covering - an American Civil War-era folk song, albeit quite a well known one, about the celebrations there will be when Johnny comes marching home from war. There will be a swingin' welcome, and the girls will scream, the boys will shout / The old folks too will all come out, and everybody will line the streets, church bells ringing, to welcome their hero home, with purple hearts in readiness / to pin upon his battledress. It's an image of a beloved son, coming back home, and while it was written in the Civil War, I can absolutely see the appeal of it, as a song, in various eras where people are off fighting. It got recordings in World War II from Glenn Miller and the Andrews Sisters, for example, and I can imagine it getting a boost going into the 1950s from the Korean War, or the various other mid-century skirmishes and tensions that had young men shipping out round the world on national service. Add in the influence of the ongoing American folk revival, and the fact that it's a familiar tune - I immediately clocked it as the tune of The Animals Went in Two By Two - and you've got a song with real hit potential, even before you rock and roll-ify it and add pizzazz.

And Adam really does give it quite a lot of pizzazz. You start with this urgent piano ostinato that keeps rumbling on underneath, soon to be joined by some urgent pizzicato strings, playing on the offbeat. Add a proper rock and roll delivery, complete with oh yeahs, where there would traditionally be a hurrah, and some rather epic-sounding hunting horns with this chromatic lkttle leitmotif, and you've got a really serviceable number. Or at least one that I rather like.

So yeah, it's got plenty of charms of its own, but the song also seems to have gotten a charts boost from being used as the credits music for a film, Never Let Go, starring Richard Todd and Peter Sellars, all about a struggling cosmetics salesman whose car is stolen, and who goes about taking down the chief who stole it and the sketchy garage owner who runs the whole operation. It honestly sounds pretty good - my description makes it sound pretty low-rent, but by the look of the summary I found, there's plenty of fighting, detectiving and drama, and a solid through-line of social commentary, with one character struggling having just been demobbed from the army, only to find himself replaced at work by a younger man, upon his return - which I presume is why they picked the song they did for the credits, as a sort of ironic take on it all. The version used in the credits was arranged by John Barry - of Bond theme fame, and also, more recently, Hit or Miss - which makes quite a lot of sense, and was presumably then covered by Adam by dint of Adam having a supporting role in the film. Again, makes sense.

As an irrelevant but interesting side note, though, one of the actresses in the film apparently went on record to say that she had affairs with Richard Todd, Peter Sellars and Adam Faith while making the film. Nothing more to say about that, just thought it was funny.

Made You - Adam Faith (double A-side, 5)

In contrast to the previous one, this is not a song I knew before listening to it. It's a proper rock and roll number, but perhaps a little less distinctive than it's other A-side - I could imagine Cliff or Marty doing a pretty decent version of this one. It's not bad though, a proper pacy rocker with a nasty streak at its core that you can't quite imagine clean-cut Cliff ever pulling off.

We start with vibrato strings and a chugging guitar that sounds like it was nicked wholesale from C'mon Everybody. And that's not the only "borrowed" element here - we've got a riff punctuating the lyrics that also sounds like a sped-up dead ringer for one that we're going to bump into next week in Shakin' All Over. Plus we've got the Buddy Holly pizzicato strings, because of course we do. None of it's so blatant as to constitute plagiarism, of course - more than anything, it just serves to build excitement for this song, situating it in a canon of other popular rock and roll numbers.

Adam, when he comes in, is doing quite a good Cliff impression, singing about how I saw you sittin' there so cool / Like you just come out from school / Lookin' such a pretty sight / Like a stick of dynamite / Sittin' on a coffee bar stool. It's a strong start, lyrically, establishing his love interest as a cool customer, hip to all the current trends, hence the coffee bar (remember them being listed as a modern fad back in Fings Ain't Wot They Used to Be?) They're the biggest thing in our town, the trendiest and hottest prospect around - and Adam, it seems, doesn't have a chance with them.

Or so it would seem! Because for all thay he complains - rather petulantly, I'll add - about how honey it ain't fair / Never getting anywhere, and about how he never made first base, he mostly spends the song vowing not to give up his pursuit, telling his love all about how I never can relax till I've maaaaaaade you. Made you what, I hear you ask? Not a clue. The ambiguity let's you read all sorts of stuff in there, giving a sort of disreputable edge to the song, at least to my ears, with Adam coming off just that little bit too predatory for comfort. I'm not sure it's gonna help his case - it's not generally a good sign when every time I make a play, baby you just run away - but it certainly makes the song memorable, and it stops just short of being overtly, objectively creepy.

Angela Jones - Michael Cox (7)

And, fresh from one song with echoes of various others songs, we've got yet another that reminds me of various other hits we've heard already. There's a definite whiff of Green Door, for example, at least in the tune, and the doo-n-doo-doo a capella bits and general softness of the intro also remind me of nothing more than Come Softly To Me. Plus there's a glockenspiel involved, which we've absolutely heard a few times as of late - most recently, there was one featured on Neil Sedaka's Stairway to Heaven. So yeah, lots of good antecedents, here - I'm not shocked this was a hit.

The song itself, despite this, is fairly slim, a rather innocent-sounding song, produced by Joe Meek, all about a high school crush, the titular Angela Jones, and how wonderful she is. I'll meet you at your locker, when the school's dismissed, Michael promises, before carrying on to tell Angela about how I'll carry your books home if you'll give me one little... only for the rhyme to be omitted, leaving the listener to fill in the word "kiss". It's cute, and the subverted rhyme gives it a bit of interest. It's a trick be actually repeats later on, too, first in a verse about how he wants to make her his... ("wife") and about how he hopes she'll stay true and never give another person her... ("love"). But I think it's cutest and works best the first time, when you're not expecting it. Fun stuff.

I'll gloss over the fact, for now, that both Michael in this song and Adam in tne previous song are a little too old - in their early twenties - to be mooning over schoolgirls. Not least because if I made a big deal of thay every time it happened, this would just fully be a blog about men being creepy, with the music itself as a sideshow. But also, most of these songs are covers that Michael and Adam are just being given to record. It doesn't mean I don't wish different choices might have been made at some point in the process. But it feels a bit churlish to blame the singers for decisions their songwriters and producers presumably made for them.

Yeah, I liked all four of this week's songs. None are songs I'd have listened to - and certainly wouldn't have devoted much brainpower to - if I weren't writing this project. And that would have been a shame, because they're fun! Trendy fluff, to be sure, but fun trendy fluff. And I'm glad to finally come across some Adam Faith songs I can say good things about - he was overdue for it!

Favourite song of the bunch: When Johnny Comes Marching Home

[hylianengineer]

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. In hindsight, it's definitely got its issues, but this is the book that made me fall in love with classic literature in 7th grade. The symbolism holy shit. The layers. I don't know if I'd recommend it to others anymore - certainly not as a book about racism when there's so many others that are better and actually written by people of color. It is well-written and a solid book about coming of age, but again, many other books do that well and perhaps better.

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. I read this in high school. It taught me that 150 year-old books can still be fucking hilarious and I'm still not over that discovery. It also continually blew my mind with imagery and metaphors, like holy shit, you can do THAT with words?! To me this book kind of symbolizes falling in love with literature again, a point in my life where I was starting to have energy and motivation to read stuff like this outside of school.

Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer. This is a modern classic in environmental studies, and I cannot imagine who I would be without it, as an environmental scientist or as a person. This is a book about hope, about completely altering the ways we interact with the world, to view non-human life as neighbors and friends, even kin, instead something lesser than us. If you've ever thought that maybe humans are just irredeemably bad at peaceful coexistence, I am begging you to read just one chapter of this book, because it will prove to you that you're wrong. We haven't always been this way, we still aren't universally this way, and it doesn't have to keep being the norm. This book also taught me that being able to imagine a better future is a key step to building one. This is not a niche book for environmentalists, although Kimmerer is a botany professor - this is a book for everyone.

A Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold- this is a foundational text in ecology and environmental ethics, and it's still just as relevant today as when it was written - in nineteen fucking forty-nine! Leopold just gets what it's like to care about the natural world in a way people around you don't, and his perspectives on it turned my world upside down in the best possible way.

The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down. This is one of those books that makes me feel like my brain has been turned inside out and the way I see the world is never gonna be the same. It's a case study in medical anthropology, but reads like a novel, and I am warning you right now it will break your heart. It's about the ways people in different cultures perceive 'illness,' what happens when very different cultures meet in the context of healthcare, how we can try to understand and accommodate each others' differences, and, tragically, what happens when those attempts fail.

White Lies About The Inuit. This is just a really good book that I would encourage all non-Inuit people to read, because it will teach you all the dumb stereotypes you didn't know lived in your brain, then deconstruct where they came from, why they're wrong, and what you ought to know instead. If you've ever heard someone say 'the Inuit have 50 words for snow', wondered why the term Es*mo is controversial, or just really wanted to see some dead anthropologists get shamed for being racist pieces of shit, this is the book for you. As an anthropology student, it's a really excellent lesson in questioning our predecessors, even the most respected ones.

Happy Monday! Bookish question of the week: what is one book that changed you, how so, and would you recommend it to others?

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[straykids-97]

My insomnia is really bad right now and I would love nothing more than for bang chan or lee know to fuck me to sleep.

Just make me so exhausted I pass out in minutes and enter a time of bliss.

Dear lord 🥵 (warnings are below the cut btw NSFW)

I feel like Chan is the type to slowly fuck you to bed, and then Lee Know is the type to exhaust you. Like c’mon. Chan is naturally a giver and Minho is a taker. And lord have mercy take the fckin wheel- I’m soft for both. I’d literally sell my soul for either of these men- (and also Mingi🩷🫶🏻)

Chans just fine asf for being so soft like- 😭 ⬇️⬇️ HES SO CUTE I CANT- I’m such a simp for this man that it’s disgusting.

Lee know is a damn menace. He knows it- we know it. Like, he doesn’t hide it. He enjoys tormenting us. You can see it in the way he smiles. MAN IS A TEASE- I will pass away bc I wouldn’t be able to withstand his wrath istg.

Warnings: soft channie 😭🫶🏻, unprotected sex, fluff 🫶🏻, rough sex (if you squint) cute minho, after care

A.N- unedited so I apologize heh. Anyway, enjoy and thx for the submission!!

Chan

Tossing and turning is something Chan is very much used to. In fact, he probably wrote the definition of insomniac. However, even though Chan is used to the struggle of counting sheep, he doesn’t like seeing the one he loves most share the same fate. As Chan sits at his desk peacefully writing as the time passes midnight, he usually finds solace in the soft snores that come from your parted lips.

But tonight, they haven’t come.

He pauses humming to himself and turns to watch your resting form. He carefully watches your chest to see if it was rising and falling softly to find that you were restlessly fidgeting with the blanket instead. Chan frowns at the sight of your fist balled up in frustration, “What’s wrong baby?” He murmurs. You let out a drawn out sigh, “Can’t sleep.” You grumble. The long period of silence had left your voice slightly gruff and you clear your throat before you speak again, “I think maybe today was just too exciting.” Chan coos at you as he stands from his chair, chooching across the floor in cute short steps toward you.

Slipping his jacket off and sliding in bed next to you, he pulls you to his bare chest, “Maybe this will help?” He offers. You curl into his arms and lay your head against the warm skin of his chest, “maybe.” You sigh, trying to rest finally. You try, to no avail, to fall asleep. Even though Chan is playing with the ends of your hair, which normally instantly makes you fall asleep, isn’t helping. And neither is the rumble of his chest as he hums your favorite song. You sigh, “Chan.” You whine, finally giving up. Chan peeks down at you, “What’s wrong baby?”

“I can’t sleep.” You cry, pressing your face in his neck. Chan giggles, squeezing you tightly to his chest. “Awh, it’s ok.” He says, trying to hide his giggles as you speak into his skin, your voice muffled, “my brain just won’t shut off.” Chan stops laughing and pulls away from you. You look up at him to see that he has a playful glint in his eye. “What?” You ask making him grin, “I have an idea…” he trails off, his right hand sliding down your side, groping your ass. You shove at his shoulder softly, “Channie! That’ll wake me up!”

“But it’ll make you sleepy.” He giggles sleepily, biting his lip as he leans in to kiss you.

This is where you find yourself now; back flush against Chan’s bare chest, his hand digging into your thigh to hold it up. He groans softly into your neck, his curls tickling your ear as he buries his face into your throat. His cock is hitting that gooey spot that only he managed to find. You try to hide your soft moans as he holds you close with his other hand splayed across your abdomen, cupping one of your breasts. “Fucking-fuck!” Chan moans, biting your shoulder as you dig your nails into his hip. You meet his hips, grinding back into him; just as desperate to find the high he was chasing as well.

It didn’t take long before Chan had to cover your moans so the other members of the house didn’t hear you. You shudder as you come down, Chan pulling out of you, watching you very carefully as you settle into the sheets. You look too peaceful to disturb by cleaning up right now. You could do that in the morning when you woke up. Right now, he settled beside you, propping himself up to watch you fall asleep.

Minho

Typically, Minho has no trouble getting you to bed. But tonight was different.

As usual, he’s up reading the book he was almost finished with, the light of his lamp casting a soft warm glow around the room. Usually the sound of your slow breathing would make Minho grow tired, but the lack thereof made him turn slightly to watch you. Your back to him, he can notice that you were restless. “Y/n?” Minhos soft voice murmurs. At first you don’t reply, hoping maybe you could pretend to be asleep, but he doesn’t buy it.

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you sleeping?” He pleads. You lament, “I’m just anxious.” You admit, turning to look at him as he pulls his glasses off his face. “What about?” You shrug, “I’m not sure. Just am.” You fidget as he ticks his book next to his glasses, “Do you want to talk? Maybe that will help you sleep?” You shake your head, “No.” he thinks for a moment. “Do you wanna…” he trails off, giving you a teasing smile. You giggle as he attacks your neck, nibbling and sucking as he wraps his arms around your body.

After losing your clothes, you find yourself face down in Minho’s pillows, his hand holding your head down, “Fuck!” Minho growls, snapping his hips against yours viciously. Your brain had numbed a long time ago around the third orgasm. He really was about to fuck you stupid. Not that you could process that right now. You were trying to keep your face from being smothered by the pillow.

Minho grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you up and holding your hip with his other hand. You feel his teeth dig into the space between your shoulder blades, his chest pressing against your skin as he marks you. You let out a shrill whimper as he snakes his hand around to your front, rubbing your swollen bud aggressively. You gasp, your eyes rolling back as yet another orgasm rips through your limp body. From how Minho held you, he was close. “Baby-“ he groans one last time before stuttering to a stop.

You both pant for a while, before he slides out of you, rolling over to grab a few wipes and cleaning the mess between your thighs. He follows suit before discarding the mess in the trash. Minho rolls over and pulls you to his chest and you happily allow him to hold you there. “What’s running around that pretty head now?” He asks smuggly. You giggly dumbly and shake your head. He chuckled, “That’s what I thought.”

©️straykids-97

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[bb-eilish]

phone sex

pairing; beomgyu x f!reader

warnings; phone sex(obvi), use of toys, dirty talk, mutual masturbation.

a/n: since i haven’t written in a little while i decided to write something small, i also have a lee know fic on the way!

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Being away from Beomgyu was hard, you missed his personality and how your heart skips a beat every time he looked at you. And right now, you especially missed him more than ever. Your gut burns with desire and need as you toss and turn.

What you wouldn’t give for him to push you into a position and have his way with you. You can feel the fabric of your underwear dampen more as your brain speeds up. He’s on tour right now, what time is it for him? You test the waters and peel an eye open, grabbing your charging phone from your nightstand.

I miss you, are you awake?

Three bubbles soon appear and you let out a sigh of relief.

I miss you too, what’s up?

Can you call me?

Of course

As soon as his caller ID pops up across your screen, you press the accept button, waiting eagerly to hear his voice.

“Hey baby, everything okay?”

God his voice is so hot, you’d give anything to have him here.

“Yea…I just…miss you.” Beomgyu knows you like the back of his hand and catches on to you.

“Yea? You miss me? I miss you too, baby. So much, you know what I miss about you?”

You hum for him to continue.

“Miss your hair, your soft skin, your pretty eyes, and I especially miss your perfect fucking cunt.”

The gasp he hears has him chuckling, “Why’d you really call me? Hm? Is it because you’re wet and miss my cock?”

You’re not able to see your face, but you know you’re blushing, and you know the look thats settled over your eyes as well, it’s always the same when he speaks to you like this.

“Yes, need you so bad, Beomgyu.” You try not to whine too loudly. A hand trails down your stomach, scratching the skin lightly, the first touch over your underwear has you inhaling sharply.

“Mm, are you touching yourself, cutie?”

You hum again, pressing your fingers more firmly against the dampness.

“What’re you thinking about?” His hand copies yours and drifts downward, hips lifting slightly to push down his pants enough to comfortably free himself.

“Well-‘ A strangled whine comes from you before you could continue. “The l-last time you touched me. Oh my god, I think about it a lot.” Before going on tour he wanted to leave you with something, an insatiable ache between your legs. He hit all of your spots and had your legs shaking in minutes, now you’re here-with your hand.

“Hehe, did you like it? I know I did, the way your wet little pussy sucked up my cock-god.” He moans, hand beginning to fist around his shaft.

“Please, keep going, Beomie.”

You could hear the smirk when he starts talking, this is a major ego boost for him.

“You know what i’d do if I was there? I’m not sure I could control myself seeing you touch yourself, but I’d love to eat you out. You always taste so good, and it’s so cute when you try and shut your legs around me, or the sounds you make-fuck-I’d have you shaking by now just with my tongue.”

The hand between your legs goes below the fabric and presses against your clit directly, the lack of clothing making it much more sensitive. The burning in your gut becomes hotter, like he has personally lit a match in you.

“Y/n, I want you to do something for me. Can you?”

He could’ve asked for anything in that moment and you would’ve agreed. “Yes, anything.”

A mischievous smirk spreads across his face before he speaks. “I want you to rub your clit until you’re almost there. But, do not cum until I say so. If I find out you that you came without my permission, you will not enjoy when I come back. Do you understand?”

You frown but agree anyway. Your fingers press a little harder and the fire inside you starts to spread. You haven’t gotten off this fast in months, and it’s all because of him. A moment goes by of you moaning into the phone, you’re not usually this sensitive but neither of you are complaining.

“Feel good, baby?” He asks, lazily stroking himself.

“Y-yes, close.”

“Stop.” His voice is firm, you know not to keep going.

Your hand slows to a stop, the fleeting feeling of your orgasm makes you whine out loud.

“Good girl, now, move your fingers down. Tease your cute little hole just like I do.” Your wetness meets your fingertips when you do as he says, you didn’t realize how wet you were.

“Fuck, I’m so wet, Beomie.” Your middle finger dips into you, just a little before coming back and circling around the wetness.

“You’re so cute, yknow that? I wish I could see your pretty face right now, you always look so gorgeous when I touch you.” His hand goes a little faster, knowing you won’t last long.

“Yknow what, I have a great dea. Open up the bottom drawer of our nightstand, grab your pink vibrator.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me, baby. Grab it.” Your heart spikes at his request, but you do as your told. Opening the drawer and grabbing the specific one he said. Once it’s in your hand a shiver runs down your spine, along with a bunny vibrator in the front, it’s fit with a shaft, about 6 inches if you remember. Beomgyu saw it online and raved about how cute you’d look using it.

“I-I have it.”

A deep hum comes through the phone, “Good, prep it. Rub it up and down your wet little pussy.” The toy is cold when it first makes contact with your hot skin, it has goosebumps spreading over your legs and arms. You sigh when you begin to coat the silicon with your wetness, it reminds you of how Beomgyu does the same thing to tease you.

“Now, turn it on and only use the bunny.” He for real wants to torture you, you deduced.

The bunny’s ears spring to life as you tap the button and you hesitantly press it to your clit, a strangled moan is pulled out of you and it’s music to Beomgyu‘s ears.

“That’s right, feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes, so good. But, I wanna cum so bad, Beomgyu please.” You’re to your wits end and Beomgyu loves it.

“You’re so greedy, yknow that? But, fine. Fuck yourself with it, let me know how it feels.”

You don’t have to be told twice before sinking the silicone into you and tossing your head against the pillow, letting go of the phone. You put it on speaker and rest it next to your head.

The slight sting has your brain short circuiting for a second. Beomgyu on the other line swears he’s never been so hard, precum drips down his fist in pearls before he smears it over the head. A shutter racks down his spine before he demands you to speed it up.

“Faster, baby. Need you to cum soon.”

You agree and borderline slam the toy, the deeper you go the more you feel the bunny ears on your throbbing clit.

“You’re gonna get it so bad when I come back, cutie. Gonna lose my mind when I touch you again.” He moans, a deep guttural moan. It has you so much closer, along with his words. This whole ordeal is so erotic you can’t keep going any longer.

“Close, I’m so close.” The breathiness of your whines has him bucking into his own fist, imagining it was you he was inside of.

During the last seconds of sanity, you can’t help but do the same. Imagining it was Beomgyu stretching you right now. Your limbs tense up before you let go.

“Fuck, I’m-“ You loudly whine at the white hot pleasure and clamp your eyes even more shut. The tips of your fingers prickle and goosebumps rise. You keep up the pace of the toy until you can’t anymore.

Beomgyu is the same, “Me too.” He fucks his fist a few times to ride out his high.

You hurriedly turn off the vibrating before you’re overstimulated. Panting is the only thing heard before he chuckles at the sight of his hand covered in his cum and the situation.

“That wasn’t the only reason I called you, by the way. I miss you in other ways as well.” Your voice is sincere as you speak.

“Don’t worry, baby. I know, I miss you too, so much. I’ll be home in a month, and I won’t leave your side.” His kind words go right to your heart.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

[elexuscal]

Network Effect, but it happens immediately on the tail end of Exit Strategy

this is one of the funniest fandom AUs out there, imo. (also one of the saddest! but also like. in a fun way)

Mensah, Pin-Lee, Gurathin, and Ratthi are just SO glad to be home soon

they're also really glad that SecUnit seems to have regained the ability to talk

even if like, only 40% of what it says seems to logically follow whatever conversation they were having

like that sounds like a dig but they seriously have spent the last 2 weeks thinking its brain might have been totally fried

so they get in a shuttle to go back to the station when

mysterious ship appears out of nowhere?

YOINKS them

murderbot is like 'hey that's my friend wtf ART'

"what do you mean," its humans ask

it Does Not Clarify

maybe just says like a random stream of code, aloud. completely impossible to parse

i'd like to remind everyone that Dr. Ayda Mensah has some Severe Kidnapping Trauma that has not managed to start unpacking at all at this point. and now she's been kidnapped. again.

at least her friends are along for the ride this time???

(she feels awful for being this relieved)

ship is totally empty when they get on board

except for creepy grey people

SecUnit started being able to walk around its MedBay like 47 hours ago

it was not pretty. it fell on its face like. 3 separate times.

now it has to kill a bunch of targets

it still manages it but not with anywhere NEAR its usual level of grace

this just makes it more angry

it does not help that it keeps forgetting where it's in its own timeline

keeps pinging ART. keeps being surprised when it doesn't answer. all over again.

the humans are the ones doing the majority of the Smart Detective Work and making theories on What's Happening Here and interrogating Ras and Eletra

Ras and Eletra who, by the way, are like 'hey your SecUnit is seriously glitching you should probably put it down.'

'no'

'okay we can at least turn it off and shove it in one of the mortuary tubes-'

"NO"

"yeesh okay we're just giving a suggestion" [Eletra and Ras exchange a 'get a load of these crazy freeholders' look behind their backs]

MB is currently have a conversation, aloud, to a crumpled drone

good news: being in a familiar environment is helping MB's memory retrieval

bad news: those memories are letting MB know something Is Very Very wrong

1-3 emotional breakdowns happen during this point. One of them is definitely Murderbot's

it's even worse than in canon Network Effect

"My friend is DEAD"

they haven't found ANY dead bodies at this point, though, so...

PresAux starts realising maybe the dead friend is... an AI?

Ras's brain gets fried around this point. Then Ratthi, as the closest thing the team has to a doctor, has to cut Eletra's chip out of her neck. so he probably gets one of those emotional breakdowns.

'wtf how did we get out of a wormhole so fast??'

In this time-line, Murderbot is in no state to fight AND do complex coding attacks at the same time

(it's really in no state to be doing even one of these by the way but oh well)

that mean Pin-Lee and Gurathin are absolutely doing the majority of fighting off TargetControlSys

and then MB gets that delayed datapackage from ART

"For Eden? what the fuck does that mean?"

is it a religious message? a code?

"hey isn't there a character named that in Sanctuary Moon?" asks Ratthi

MB might be in a pitched firefight at the time but that is no reason for it to not ramble about its blorbos and how cool Eden is

Mensah starts getting an idea

They find ART's secret coding bundle

they try putting in 'Eden'. doesn't work.

okay that was too obvious. try 'Sanctuary Moon'.

nope

'SecUnit'? no

'Murderbot'? long shot but... no

since they have a copy of MB's purchase contract, they have its feed address documented. it's a real long shot, but they are desperate at this point. they try it

Re-Load in Progress. Please stand-bye.

i honestly have NO idea what MB says when ART comes online this time

maybe something super sweet and sappy. or maybe it's even less coherent than in canon

either way, the humans are like 'Holy Shit' upon realising who/what Murderbot's friend ART really is