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soloroomies · 3 months

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lifemate (Chapter 5/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: the day you're tying the knot with your very dear friend, Kiyoomi word count. 2.1k cw. marriage pact au a/n. another update! I'm happy that I can update this story quickly. Writing this is really fun for me hehe <3

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Not long after you and Sakusa discussed your plans, you both decided to share the exciting news of your upcoming marriage with your families and closest friends. The reactions were nothing short of dramatic. You think it’s a mix of shock at how quickly you both decided to tie the knot and genuine happiness for you. Some of them called you immediately, the most popular question being, “How did this happen so fast?!” So, you shared the love story you and Sakusa have crafted together. Some responded with a knowing “I knew it!” claiming they had a gut feeling you’d end up together. You just laughed at their responses, finding it amusing because there was no way they could have predicted this—both of you were truly just friends before. Your psychology textbook was right about hindsight bias.

Since the wedding is simple and you both hired a wedding organizer to handle most of the planning, there isn’t much left for you to do except look for your wedding dress. You also chose your bridesmaids. At first, you want four people as your bridesmaid, including Tami. Unfortunately, Tami is incredibly busy this month with business trips. Even Tami, who knows all your plans, was surprised. She didn’t expect your wedding to be held in the second month of the year. You explained it’s because you both want to do this before the volleyball season starts. Luckily, she doesn’t have any plans on your wedding day and assured you she would attend. Therefore, the people you chose as your bridesmaids are two of your cousins, Yuuki and Nana, and one of your childhood friends from home, Aya. They’re all thrilled to be part of your special day.

Today is the day you choose your wedding dress, just two weeks away from your wedding day. You actually have a lot of fun looking up wedding dress inspiration. Weddings used to make you kind of emotional when you were a teenager and a hopeless romantic. But then, as an adult with a hectic life, you weren’t really expecting a wedding for yourself. Yet here you are now, somehow able to have one. So, you’ll enjoy this process as a gift to your teenage self.

It’s Saturday, and you’re glad that everyone is available. All of you have a group chat discussing the stores you’ll visit. So, you go through those stores, seeing the dresses they display online, trying some of them on, and deciding which one is the best. After a few stores and trying on more than ten dresses, one dress stands out. It’s a classic and elegant gown with a fitted bodice and a full ball gown skirt. It features a sweetheart neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves. The skirt is made of layers of tulle and organza, giving it volume and a fairytale-like look. The back of the dress is adorned with covered buttons and a long flowing train, adding dramatic flair.

Your three companions seem to have the same thought as you. Nana even starts to shed tears, making the other two emotional as well. You turn to look at them and can’t help but feel a bit emotional yourself. “Guys, please don’t cry! You’ll make me cry,” you say. You stare at your reflection in the mirror and feel a sense of enchantment and awe. This is the dress, you think.

In the days leading up to your wedding, you frequently communicate with Kiyoomi, juggling to find time between your work and his practice. You handle some legal matters and move many of your belongings from your apartment to his, leaving only the essentials for the remaining days. This often brings you to his apartment, where you arrange your things with him, assisted by people from the furniture moving and rearrangement services you hired. Some furniture is no longer needed, so you sell those pieces.

Two days before the wedding, you arrive home after work and are suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling. You've already finished some of your project-based side jobs, giving you more spare time than usual. Your apartment, now mostly empty, feels strange, as most of your belongings have already been moved to Kiyoomi’s place.

Your phone vibrates, and you see new texts from Kiyoomi. He sends a picture of a painting you made on a medium-sized canvas that used to hang in your living room. Initially, you wanted to leave it behind, thinking you had already brought too much. But when Kiyoomi visited your apartment, he asked about the painting and suggested it would look great in "our" living room, meaning his apartment where you will soon move in. The picture he sent shows the painting now hanging in the living room. His next text asks, ‘Is this too far to the right?’ You examine the photo and find the painting perfectly centered, so you respond, ‘no! it’s perfect.’

You then realize that you feel a swirl of excitement and nervousness, as the reality of starting a new chapter in your life and leaving behind the familiar truly sinks in.

For this wedding, there were no pre-wedding events like engagement parties or bridal showers. As agreed upon, the entire event was to be simple. There was no honeymoon planned either. When some of your cousins inquired, you explained that you both wanted to wait for a better season and were eager to enjoy your newlywed life in your own home.

The sound of your alarm wakes you up, and you look around the unfamiliar bed, momentarily confused. Then it hits you—you’re not in your apartment but in the hotel of your wedding venue. The bridesmaids, groomsmen, parents, and some family members are also staying here. And, of course, Kiyoomi, too. Shaking off the sleepiness, you decide to take a shower and call room service for breakfast.

Checking your phone, you see a few messages from family and friends who have arrived in town, expressing their excitement to see you later. You smile, responding to each message with heartfelt gratitude.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on your hotel room door. Expecting it to be your bridesmaids or parents, you open it and are surprised to see Kiyoomi’s mother standing there. She looks at you and smiles warmly. Bowing slightly, you welcome her into your room, mentioning that you’ve just finished breakfast and inviting her to sit beside you.

Unexpectedly, she wraps you in a warm and comforting hug. Taken aback for a moment, you quickly return the hug. Then she looks at you, caresses your hair, and holds your hand. Her gaze is soft and carries warmth.

“I want to tell you how grateful I am to have you joining our family,” she says, her voice filled with genuine emotion. You look at her, your mind blank, unable to find the words to respond. She continues, “You remember you used to come to our house, right?”

You nod, the memories flooding back. You recall the nostalgia of your high school days, when you often visited Kiyoomi’s house with Komori. Kiyoomi’s mom was always more outgoing than Kiyoomi and his father, often inviting you over for dinner. You usually brought your homework along, finishing it with Kiyoomi at their kitchen table.

“I’ve admired you since then,” she says. “I know we haven’t seen each other much since you both graduated high school, but I’ve always known you will leave a lasting impact on Omi's life. I often asked him about you, you know?” She laughs, a light, joyful sound.

You smile at her words, touched by her sincerity. “I’m happy that you’ve always stayed in touch with each other. And I was overjoyed when I heard the news. I’m just... I’m glad it’s you. You complement each other so beautifully, and I couldn't be happier to see my son marry such an incredible person.”

She pauses, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Know that you have my unwavering support, love, and respect. I look forward to many happy moments together as a family.”

Tears well up in your eyes at her genuine words. “Thank you so much for your kind words. They mean a lot to me,” you manage to say, your voice thick with emotion.

You hug her, feeling the warmth and acceptance in her embrace. She holds you tightly, then pulls back slightly to look at you. “Please call me Mom, okay?”

You nod, a tearful smile on your face.

After she leaves your room, you're left with your thoughts. You feel a wave of gratitude for Kiyoomi’s supportive mother, but a tinge of guilt also lingers. You and Kiyoomi had to fabricate your love story, making it seems like you are deeply in love. It feels wrong that she believes you and Kiyoomi are head over heels for each other. However, you genuinely care, adore and respect him as a friend. You promise yourself that you’ll hold onto these feelings throughout your marriage.

As the afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the bustling city, you stand by the window, taking in the view of the skyline. Nana, Yuuki, and Aya bustle around your hotel room, helping with the final touches on your wedding gown. You opted to do your makeup yourself, choosing a natural and fresh look, and now, as you gaze into the mirror, you feel satisfied with the result. Aya hands you your bouquet of white roses and eucalyptus. Your wedding photographer snaps a few photos of you and your bridesmaids before it's time to head downstairs.

You hear the sound of laughter and chatter from the poolside area of the hotel, where everyone’s waiting. Stepping outside, you take in the beautiful wedding venue. At one end of the pool, a stunning gazebo draped in sheer white fabric and entwined with ivy and blooming flowers serves as the altar. The aisle leading to the gazebo is lined with lanterns and rose petals.

You stand at the edge of the aisle and take a deep breath. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the pool, and you see the familiar faces of your family and friends turned toward you. Your father takes your arm, gives it a reassuring squeeze, and smiles at you.

As you approach the altar, your eyes lock with Kiyoomi’s. He looks unbelievably handsome in his tuxedo, the black fabric fitting perfectly on his broad shoulders and slender frame. You've never felt quite like this seeing him before. His black wavy hair is neatly styled, but a few rebellious curls frame his face, adding to his effortlessly charming look.

His eyes scan you and he gives a genuine smile he rarely shows to anyone. When you finally reach him, he gently takes your hand. Then, the officiant begins the ceremony.

After a few words, the officiant says “Please face each other and join hands,”. “Do you, Sakusa Kiyoomi, take ___ to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, for as long as you both shall live?”

You look up at Kiyoomi, feeling a flutter of nerves under his intense gaze. “I do,” he says firmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Do you, ___ , take Sakusa Kiyoomi to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, for as long as you both shall live?”

You take a deep breath, remembering your meeting with Kiyoomi’s mother and the thoughts that followed. “I do,” you reply, smiling at Kiyoomi.

As the officiant pronounces you both husband and wife, your hands tremble slightly. You think Kiyoomi notices because he squeezes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring, melting away your nerves. “You may kiss the bride,” the officiant announces. Kiyoomi cups your face, his touch sending a shiver of electricity through you. As you look up, you see his gaze soften and his lips curve into a tender smile.

When he leans in, you realize this will be your very first kiss with him, and it will happen as husband and wife! You try to calm yourself and place your hands on his chest. Closing your eyes, you focus on the sensation of his lips meeting yours. The kiss is soft and tender.

As you part, his forehead rests gently against yours, and your breaths mingle. You open your eyes to find him looking at you with adoration you’ve never seen before, taking your breath away all over again and stirring emotions you can't quite describe. You notice his hand still lingering on your face before the crowd around you erupts into applause and cheers. He smiles at you, making you smile at him too.

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redrose10 · 9 months

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Here is chapter 2! Chapter 3 will come out in a few days. Comments are appreciated and inbox is also open. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word Count: 1,914

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

After getting home from signing the contract with Yoongi you started to worry that you had just thrown away the rest of your life to some man who couldn’t even look at you without turning his lips up in disgust which lead to a panic attack. Thankfully you were staying at Jimins and he was there to help you work through it reminding you that this was for the best and in the end it would all work out. You were hesitant but at this point there was no turning back anyways as you’d already signed your name. So you and Jimin decided to drown your sorrows in pizza and chocolate ice cream instead.

Waking up the next morning you felt like you got hit by a truck. Your body was sore and you could tell your face was swollen and raw from all of the crying. Wanting nothing more than to just stay in bed wrapped up in all the blankets, you purposely ignored the insistent knocking coming from the front door. When you realized that this person was not going to go away you got up throwing on an old sweatshirt and made your way to answer it. When you swung it open ready to snap at whoever couldn’t take the hint you were greeted with the same smell from the day before. Cinnamon and vanilla. Unfortunately the man standing infront of you did not match the same warm and comforting scent that he presented. He looked you up and down with one eyebrow raised, “So that’s what you decided to wear on our first date? I knew you weren’t much of a fashionista but I expected for you to at least have pants on.” Welcoming him in before shaking your head, “What date?” Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose clearly irritated. “I texted you last night letting you know that my parents set up a reservation for us to have lunch and get to know each other. I had assumed you got the message or is reading not something you’ve mastered yet?” You bit your lip trying to stop it from shaking so you could hold back the tears threatening to spill. You didn’t understand why he had to be so mean to you. Yes this wasn’t ideal but you were willing to try and make it work or at the very least act civil. Why couldn’t he? It’s was all for his benefit anyways.

Yoongi noticed your tears and suddenly had a strange feeling course through his body. Was it guilt, regret, sadness? Either way he didn’t like it. No way was he going to let you chip away at his walls he worked so hard to put up. “Hurry up and change Y/N. I’m not going to be seen in public with you dressed like that.”, he said with a flick of his wrist shooing you away.

You quickly wiped away at the tears that were breaking through the dam as you made your way back to the spare bedroom. Digging through your clothes you knew you had nothing that would be up to Yoongi’s standards so you decided on a dark red sweater dress paired with black tights and black boots as it was starting to finally cool down in the city. You threw on some light make up and put your hair in a quick messy bun using a ribbon to tie a bow to add a simple accent. Grabbing your purse you took one final look in the mirror. You chuckled to yourself at your appearance and braced yourself for whatever snarky remark Yoongi was going to make about you.

Walking out to the living room you found him sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. You put on your best neutral face before making your presence known and announcing you were ready. Yoongi’s head lifted up and looked you up and down. You waited for his remark but he said nothing. Instead pushing past you to the front door holding it open and gesturing for you to lead the way.

The drive to the restaurant was surprisingly not as awkward as you had imagined. The restaurant, unsurprisingly, was extravagant and luxurious. The host sat the two of you at a private table towards the back corner and handed each of you a menu. Yoongi ordered the most expensive steak they had and paired it with a glass of whiskey. You on the other hand decided to go a more simple route and went with a chicken dish and a lemonade.

Yoongi sat looking at his phone, answering the occasional text message or email but ignoring your presence entirely.

“I thought your parents said we were supposed to get to know each other.”, you asked almost playfully.

You watched him roll his eyes at your statement but he put down his phone and gestured for you to continue.

Honestly you weren’t expecting that reaction so you didn’t know where to begin.

“Umm okay. What is your favorite color?”

He chuckled, “Don’t have one. I’m not a child.”

Alright, this will we harder than you thought. “What is your favorite thing to drink?”

He simply raises his glass of whiskey towards you and you nod while internally scolding yourself for such a stupid question.

You continue, “Do you have any hobbies or interests?”

“Well I like making and spending money, drinking whiskey, and women.”

Nodding your head in acceptance you’re pretty stumped on how to proceed at this point. “Anything you’d like to ask me?”, you questioned. “Nope.”, he said before taking a sip of his whiskey and returning back to his phone.

Thankfully the waiter returned placing your meals in front of you and the rest of the meal was spent in silence. You offered to pay for your lunch but Yoongi waved you off handing his card to the waiter. The ride back to Jimins was also silent and somehow more awkward than earlier and you couldn’t wait to get out of his car. The car had barely come to a stop before you were grabbing your belongings and reaching for the door handle.

“Thank you for lunch. It was very nice.”, you tried to be positive. He gave you a nod before turning his eyes back to the road. Just before you shut the door you heard your name whispered so you turned around and Yoongi was staring at you. “My assistant will contact you within the next week to set up a day for you to go over your selections for the wedding. Money is not an issue so you can pick whatever you want.”

You gave a small smile and shut the door watching as he sped off like he couldn’t get away from you quick enough.

The following day the announcement was made that Yoongi was set to be married. Social media sites were a mess trying to find out any information they could about the lucky woman that stole the heart of one of the worlds most eligible bachelors. Somehow they were able to find out most of your life story and plastered it all over their websites much to your dismay. It seemed like everything was working according to the plan. Most articles painted Yoongi to be the good hearted CEO that was turning his life around after falling in love with the a sweet foreigner who grew up as an orphan and was now set to marry a billionaire. One article even called you ‘A Real Life Cinderella’ which made you double over in laughter. If they only knew how your future husband was the farthest thing from a prince charming. You tossed your phone on the bed not wanting to read any more.

Just as he had said would happen Yoongi’s assistant contacted you about the wedding and that set off a whirlwind of events. The next two weeks were spent planning a wedding that you were trying your hardest to be excited for. Yoongi of course wanted no part of it so everything was on you. You left what you could up to the wedding planner. It didn’t even really feel like your wedding at this point so you didn’t feel the need to be apart of every decision anyways. Your only request being that the wedding flowers be Blue Hydrangeas which thankfully fit in with the theme that was planned.

The day of your wedding you slipped into the gown that was chosen for you. A beautiful one of a kind Valentino gown. The silhouette fit you perfectly with a train that was just long enough to be dramatic but not obnoxious. The lace detail along with the beading must’ve taken hours. The very low cut back made you feel beautiful and sexy. You’re sure the Mins had to pay extra to have it made in such short notice.

Hearing the door click shut you smiled when you turned around and saw Jimin walking over arms out ready to embrace you in a hug. “Wow Y/N, you look beautiful.” “Thank you Jimin. I guess a dress that costs more than a car can make anyone look good.”

He playfully shoved your shoulder. “Oh before I forget, Yoongi wanted me to give this to you.” Reaching for the black velvet box you gasped looking down at the two diamond earrings staring back at you. “Wow your man has good taste.”, Jimin chuckled. You softly scoffed to yourself while adding the earrings to your look. You figured Yoongi probably just had his assistant go out and buy the most expensive pair he could find. No way did Min Yoongi put thought and effort into a gift like this.

Standing behind the large double doors staring down at the bouquet in your hand you started questioning everything. You always believed in true love. Ever since you were a little girl you would imagine your own wedding. Never did you think you’d be in an arranged marriage and to someone who despises you so deeply.

Feeling someone squeeze your hand you looked up and saw Jimin giving you a comforting smile. You were thankful that he was there to walk you down the aisle. The music started as the double doors were swung open giving everyone the first look at the bride. Taking a deep breath you slowly walked down the aisle too afraid to make eye contact with Yoongi. You feared that if you saw him look down at you that you would just lose it and ruin your very expensive and time consuming makeup with tears.

Once at the alter you gave Jimin a kiss on the cheek and watched him walk off to his designated spot. Unfortunately, you could no longer avoid looking at Yoongi. But when you looked up it was worse than you could’ve imagined. Instead of looking down at you with disgust he wasn’t even looking at you at all. His eyes were fixated off to the side at something or someone in the audience. Following his direction you saw the cause of this distraction. A young beautiful blond woman wearing a dress that you would consider more appropriate for a club than a wedding. She was shyly giving him a discreet wave. Softly you whispered in shock to yourself getting the attention of your future husband who now looked back at you noticing the tears threatening to spill from your eyes and for some reason he almost felt guilty. Almost.

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junkissed · 1 year

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Hi, I'd like your thoughts and thots on Kim Mingyu please.

hello beloved mars !! i hope you enjoy :)

member | boyfriend!mingyu x gn reader genre | fluff, smut, headcanons (bullet points) word count | 350 warnings | reader is implied to be shorter than gyu in the "thoughts" section, mentions of food/cooking, vaguely sub!mingyu in the "thots" section but both he and reader are mostly switches

mentions of smut below the cut - minors dni

thoughts:

he’s a busy man, but he’ll always make time for you, especially when it comes to meals

on days he’ll be home late, he’ll prep food for you that you can just pop in the microwave or the oven. he leaves a cute lil note with instructions on it

on his days off or days he’s home early, he’ll set aside time and cook something really nice for you

he loves going grocery shopping with you (though it doesn’t happen often because of your schedules). he’ll slip your favorite candy into the basket when you aren’t looking and hide it to cheer you up on a rainy day

since he cooks, you always offer to do the dishes and the cleanup, but he always refuses and wants to do it together. he jokes that it’s because you can’t reach the cabinet to put the pots and pans away, but really he just likes spending more time with you. you wash and he dries :)

thots:

he’s pretty kinky but he also likes soft and slow sex. it’s a 50/50 chance if he’ll want you to tie him up and make him cry, or if he’ll want to bounce you on his lap while he makes out with you

he will eat you out like he hasn’t eaten in months. the most enthusiastic head giver you’ve ever seen

he’s SO whiny and he’s extremely sensitive. you both use this to your advantage

he’ll beg for anything and everything. if he can cockwarm you. if he can cum inside you. if you can let him cum. “please” is his favorite word

going back to how sensitive he is… nipple play. if you edge him for long enough he can cum just from you touching his nipples. it drives him absolutely crazy

he’s vaguely into pet play, but not too much. he’s a big fan of the nickname “puppy” though

he likes to be humiliated (usually also mixed with degradation) but only if you cuddle with him afterwards and coo about how much you love him and how good he is. he just wants to be your good boy

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sutaagaaru · 2 months

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STAR BOY— BONUS #1: SHADES OF WINTER

౨ৎ synopsis: torugu guse is an author who has become a client under the Kaisen Literature Company, for their compilation of poems and short stories. it’s gojo satoru’s job to read it and come up with a design.

౨ৎ summary: gojo satoru reads the first poem in shades of winter.

author’s note: hi! so if you’ve been reading along with STAR BOY, i have created these short bonus chapters that break away from the actual story and are set in the past. it’s a prequel of sorts. you don’t have to read these to understand the main story, but it’s definitely a little insight into satoru’s life, and does tie into the main storyline from chapter 4 onwards. these bonus chapters will be every now and then, not regularly updated with STAR BOY. the reader from the main story is also not featured. it’s literally just about gojo. (and some others…) mwah, enjoy!

“our latest project needs to be read by everyone, by the end of the week. please relay this message to your staff, so we can begin the process of getting it out there next monday. thank you.” one of the board directors spoke, excusing himself from the room.

“what a drag. that whole meeting could have been summed up with an email. don’t you think, nanamin?” gojo satoru complained, as he usually did, to the stoic blond beside him.

“practically anything can be summed up into an email, gojo. but who wants to receive so many emails from their superior, especially if it’s out of work hours?” nanami kento mumbled dispassionately.

“whatever. what is this shades of winter, anyway?” i didn’t know poetry was trending these days.” satoru picked up one of the transcripts left in a pile on the boardroom table, quickly flicking through the pages.

“from what i’ve read, the author published one of their poems on a social media app and it picked up a lot of traction. jumbler, i think it was called.” nanami too picked up a copy of the transcript, immediately placing it in his briefcase.

“hah, you mean tumblr? keep up with the times nanamin. either way, i’m glad they’re all short. it makes them easier to read with my staff.”

“i’ve never understood why you read our projects that way. surely it’s much better and impactful to read it in the comforts of your home, alone.” nanami furrowed his brows.

“that’s only because you like being in your home alone. it’s boring doing it that way, that’s why we all read it together. besides, since these are all lame poems i can read them out loud, that way no one will fall asleep.” satoru took no notice of nanami’s incredulous expression.

“you may be surprised, they certainly aren’t ’lame.’ i managed to find one of torugu’s older works and they are truly beautiful. in any case, i suggest you head to your department. we all have work to do.” nanami exited the meeting room, while gojo stared at the transcript.

as if some stupid poems could surprise him.

shades of winter

ten years.

ten winters, all of different shades and full of pale faces.

i see a bed of snow,

and the twinkle of your eye,

and the shades and faces melt into the winter sky, ten years ago.

nine summers.

countless summer days, when the snow has long left the floor.

i see a burning sun,

and the warmth felt from your touch,

and then, i find, the cold emptiness has only just begun.

ten birthdays.

ten christmases.

ten rotations around the earth.

i feel myself slipping through the void, the endless, unlimited void, which has risen from your absence.

or my absence, i suppose.

when i close my sunken eyes,

i see a bluish hue,

it sort of looks like you.

ten years.

ten winters, all of vastly different shades.

the shades of winter, oh so intricate, yet dull.

duller than the summer days, than the void in my mind.

duller than that you-shaped hue flickering behind my sunken eyes.

will there be ten more years?

will i even remember the details of your face?

it’s too much to think. but the only thing i’m sure of

is i’ll see a bed of snow,

and i’ll begin to cry,

and i don’t know why

when it was a winter, ten years ago.

—torugu guse.

“the rhyme scheme is all over the place! is this really the project we’re working on this week? i mean, what does any of this even mean?” a member of the design staff commented.

“i think that’s kind of the point. the speaker is going through a heavy loss, and spiralling because of it, so they can’t even make sense of their words. that’s what i got from it.” another chimed into the debate.

“i agree, it’s like the speaker is stuck on this person, and even though it’s not clear if they died or just left, you can tell they’re still thinking about the day that person disappeared. what do you think, gojo-san?” someone asked.

but satoru could not speak. his eyes were glued to the page, bouncing back between the words.

“i think… i think we should read these in our own time.” satoru finally looked up, his voice uncharacteristically soft and solemn.

“what? we’ve never done that before, you always said it’s more fun to read together!”

“this is… nothing like i’ve ever read before. i- i’ll be right back, you guys can have a break. i’m just gonna- i’ll be back.” the man disappeared from the office, running to the bathroom.

satoru stared at his reflection in the mirror, his wide eyes and panicked expression looking unfamiliar to himself. that poem, for some reason, spoke to him in a way he couldn’t seem to accept. it was like a poignant reminder of the ache in his heart, a reminder of his worst days.

it was almost as if someone had scribbled down the inner workings of his brain, weaving in the hidden emotions that he kept locked away for his own good.

if the rest of the stories were like that… satoru was terrified to turn the page.

with urgency, satoru turned the water on and splashed his face.

who the fuck is torugu guse?

౨ৎ…!

author’s note: i feel like this could be really obvious or extremely confusing. either way, i hope this made some sense to you, and i sincerely hope you will enjoy this little bonus backstory while i continue to write STAR BOY.

by the way, yes i did write that poem myself… i am not claiming to be a poet but i kinda like how it turned out.

thanks for reading!

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cucumberteapot · 1 year

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Individual Expression in Spider-man: Across the Spider-verse and the trilogy's introductions:

So knowing what we do about the other protagonists of the Spider-verse films and the narrative format of characters introducing themselves and other characters, I think BTSV will open with Miles G Morales introducing himself as the Prowler and Earth-42. Not only keeping with the tone of the first film, but also emphasising the theme of "Beyond" the Spider-verse. It only makes sense that we open on a character who isn't Spider-man - even though they should've been.

But what exactly would that opening / introduction look like? Well, first we'd have to examine how our other protagonists have opened the previous films.

When we first meet Miles, he's colouring some stickers, and later, we see one of his hobbies is slapping those stickers around New York. We later learn his dad knows about this and disapproves, so instead, Miles bonds over his artistic expression with his Uncle Aaron. By the end of ITSV, Miles paints a mural for Aaron with his dad but he keeps making stickers, most notably on the clock tower because it's somewhere his dad won't find it (and doesn't know he's Spider-man).

Gwen opens ATSV by drumming and saying she, "didn't join a band to talk about my feelings, I joined a band to hit my feelings with sticks". She also talks about never finding the right band. When she meets Miguel and Jess, her mind flashes to drumming because she thinks she's found her band, and by the end she decides instead of joining a band she just make her own by siding with the people who want to save Miles.

In both films we see this is how these protagonists leave a mark on their environment. It's how they want to live with "no expectations" like ITSV implicates through Miles and Aaron's mural.

Gwen's drumming is a cry to be heard, and her dad quits the police force after listening halfway through her speech.

Miles' stickers are a cry to be seen, and reveals his identity to Rio before showing her his graffitied Spider-man icon (even though it backfires).

It's not just an artistic expression it's also in the way they do their hobbies - Gwen hits her drums, Miles slaps stickers...

So what is Miles G Morales' cry?

Ever since ITSV, Aaron's punching bag has become a subject of interest. When we first see it, Miles is playfully punching it - Aaron even holds it steady for him.

Later on, we see Miles tie up Peter B. Parker on it, and this scene is later paralleled with how Miles G Morales ties up Miles in ATSV. This works because it shows us how like Peter in the first film, Miles is now the Spider-man in the wrong dimension and how the tragedy of this Miles has gone from a likewise bright-eyed, clumsy awkward kid to a hardened but equally lost teenager. Finally, in both scenes, Miles and Peter make an attempt to break free of their bonds.

As unfortunate as it is, I don't think we're going to see an updated version of the 2020 test movement in the next film. Even though it looks amazing, that was a character exploration and not actually supposed to be in the final cut of the film.

Aaron punches the bag when Miles believes he doesn't want to be the Prowler. And that may be true. But either way, Aaron views the Prowler identity as a necessity to the stability and protection of his and Miles G's family.

But Miles doesn't understand that. At least not yet.

For Miles, the Prowler was an unstoppable force of nature that literally hunted him until Aaron unmasked himself and was so entangled in Kingpin's schemes that it got him killed. But in Earth-42, Aaron and Miles G are "the only heroes in that dimension" according to the artbook. Both Miles and Miles G are products of their environment, but that doesn't mean either is more or less heroic than the other. They're just operating on literally different timeframes.

And that's why Aaron punches the bag, and its why Miles G puts his fist near Miles' head because they want Miles to understand that no, the Prowler identity is not a corrupt alternative to the Spider-man identity based on preconceived misconceptions. Without much evidence, we believed Miguel was a "good guy" based on his identity as a Spider-person. Why can't the inverted case be applied to Miles G and Aaron?

This is why I feel like in the next film, Miles G's "Let's do this one last time" will be him training with the punching bag before Miles comes to Earth-42. Not too dissimilar from Jinx's boxing-machine scene from Arcane minus Jinx's psyche, but a scene intersecting with current and past events. Like with Miles and Gwen, Miles G training with the bag is his own cry for "no expectations" of being labelled a hero or villain.

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vi-trying-to-survive · 2 years

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No One Else

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is fluff and only fluff :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Lockwood asked Y/N to stay with him for the night, which is not new, but she's tired of always running after him

A/N: This is basically a P2 to Couldn't Sleep 💖💖💖 It's a little short and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it but I hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are slow :') 💖💖💖 I hope you guys have a good day :) 💖💖💖

Also if you want to read it: Couldn't Sleep 💖💖💖

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She yawned and pulled the covers further up, covering her face. She pressed her face further into her pillow. The warmth was pulling her back to sleep. Wait, why was her pillow warm ? She blinked a few times, leaning up on her elbows. She grabbed aimlessly at the nightstand. Where was her hair-tie ? She turned to look around, the room was finally coming into focus. This wasn’t her room. She knew who's room this was. It happened again. She cursed under her breath, pressing the heel of her palm into her eyes.

Feeling something wrap around her waist, she turned to the left. Well at least one of the two of them was still having a good time. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy this, she did, but it hurt when they walked out and things went back to normal. She had told herself to break the pattern, more than once already, clearly this was turning out to be easier said than done. How was she expected to get over him when he always tugs her closer during a dangerous case and cuts the crust of her toast cause she doesn't like it. He really did look the most at peace when he was asleep. She sighed, pushing back the hair that had fallen over his forehead. How many more times would she find herself in this position before she finally learnt ? He begun to stir, she held her breath.

"Morning", he rubbed at his eyes.

She bit her lip, "Good morning".

He laughed, voice still gravelly in the morning, "Do you always stare at people in the morning ?". It seemed she had been caught. A heat rose to her face, she looked away.

She should say something witty she thought. "I um- I-", she frowned. Right, so this was not one of her best moments. Though she usually worked well under pressure, considering that her job involved getting rid of ghosts and avoiding death in general, this was one of those times where she did not.

"It's ok, it's sweet actually", he tilted her head back to his with a finger.

"Oh I-", she was suddenly aware of how close they were. An arm of his was still loosely circling her waist, their legs twisted together. Her heart was pounding and she was careful not to breath too loud. She wondered how insane she must look, her hair unbrushed and lines from sleep running across her face. Her racing mind was making this more and more mortifying. It would be best if she could suffocate herself right now.

"So, maybe we should talk about last night", he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I- I understand-", she untangled herself from him. The ache in her chest began to grow stronger, but she fought to ignore it. She sat up at the edge of the bed, making a terrible attempt to pat down her hair.

"Wait, where are you going ?", rising up quickly, he left the covers strewn by his feet. His eyes were wide with hurt and distress.

She found it hard to meet his eyes, "I- Lockwood please- Don't make me say it out loud".

"Say what ?", he was confused.

"Pretend that last night didn't happen", she sighed. How he always managed to put her in such a vulnerable state, was beyond her.

"I- I don't understand, why would I want that ?", he ran a hand through his hair, wincing.

She threw her head into her hands, "We always do this". She felt her eyes burn, but forced herself to not cry. This game that they played was getting harder and harder to go along with each time they did it. She didn't want to be trapped in this cycle if it always ended with her wounded and chasing after him like a lost puppy. It was becoming humiliating and she couldn't bear it any longer.

She groaned, "You always say we're just friends but every time I come running after you we act like more, I can't do that anymore"

"I- I know, and I'm sorry", for once he was turning away from her. She chewed at her fingernail. This was somewhat out-of-character, but she was not against it. She kept silent. Maybe for once he would give her the truth, instead of beating around the bush with flourishes and distractions.

He pressed his lips together, "It's just that I thought you could do better- Better than me".

Her stomach did a flip. Well this was unexpected, to say the least. How could he even think that ? For the longest time she had only been able to think of him. He was rash and careless, but she was able to look past that, and she liked what she saw. She could only wonder why that was difficult for him to comprehend. She shook her head grinning, "Why is it so hard to get through your thick skull, I don't want anyone else. I want you". She shifted close to him and ran her thumb across his cheek, he leaned into her touch.

"I- I want you too, if you can get past how big of an idiot I can be", he smiled.

"I think that can be arranged", she laughed. Clutching the collar of his shirt, she tugged him down to her, connecting their lips. He was soft and gentle, reacting quickly enough to thread his fingers through her hair, pushing her nearer to him. He smelt faintly of lavender and worn books. She felt breathless, but couldn't wrench herself from him, wishing that they could be closer.

He pulled away, "We should have done that much earlier". She giggled. Dragging her back onto the mattress, he wrapped them tightly in the blankets, so that they were face to face with their hands intertwined. He seemed content and so was she.

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maleyanderecafe · 2 years

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Forcefully Yours (Visual Novel)

Created by: fuzzycuffs

Genre: Horror/Romance

For whatever reason, I kept on procrastination on playing this game until the 2+3 update came out. There does seem to be at least two male yanderes in this game, but as of writing this, only Riker's is really fully developed, so we'll have to see when the other part of it is released. In either case, this story is very much horrific if you refuse Riker's responses, and I like the effects that come with it as a result. This is an r18 game and can have quite a lot of violence in some parts, so be warned.

The story starts out with the player waking up to make themselves some breakfast and talking to their online friend, Lionbright_zz (or just Lion for short) before being interrupted by their boss to call in form work in their day off. The player heads over to the bar to work as a bartender only to meet a man they take interest in. He introduces himself as Riker and when he leaves, leaves his number. You have the choice to either talk to Lion again or instead call Riker. Since Lion's route isn't available yet, his route ends with him kidnapping the player in their own house stating that he's "ready".

Calling Riker will have him invite the player on a date at night. The player ends up being drugged and confined in a small room with writing on the wall and music playing. Afterwards, Riker comes into talk to the player and depending on your answer, the route will change rather dramatically.

Being generally nice to Riker will have him treat the player nicer. We learn that Riker has been following us for quite a while and that we were pretty much oblivious of it. They will consider making the place a better living space for the player. The next day, Riker will change his hair style. Depending on choices you can ask for him to change it back (and activate a dom route which, thank you very much I do want to mess up his hair) or keep it the same. Riker may also continue to compliment the player, even drawing them into a stockholm sydrome of sorts, starting to believe that the situation they're in isn't that bad. We can see already just how deep his obsessions is for the player and how he fell into it.

Begging will lead to him being turned on and possessive and the player can either spit on him or cry. Spitting on him will make him clean it off and sniff it, with the player being clearly disgusted by it. The next day, there will be more photos on the wall, which can lead to the player having a panic attack after Riker tries to tell them about all of the "dates" that they went on. Riker can also end up crying and promising to change as well as gaslighting the player or the player can try to convince him to go into therapy.

Crying instead will turn him on even more, causing him to leave. Then in the middle of the night, Riker will appear watching over the player as they sleep. Staying silent and not moving will cause Riker to jerk off to the player as they sleep. Or similarly, telling him to stop will have Riker take the player's shirt to help him sleep (and presumably jack off to it). Screaming and attacking him leaves a scar on his face and he hits the player back, casing the screen to blur and turn red with veins. Continuing to fight him will cause him to knock out the player and submitting to the pain will cause the screen to blur out even more, with Riker taking off his shirt to take care of the player. Submitting will cause Riker to bite the player and if they're into it will cause him to stop and realize that they're into it, while not being into it will cause Riker to smear the blood on his face and give them bandages.

The final (and worse outcome) is when the player attacks Riker, to which they will fail and Riker will cuff the player onto the bed. The next day Riker will tie the player up more, a punishment for their actions. Continuing to disobey him will cause him to hurt the player and eventually stab out the player's right eye. He can also whip the player with his belt or attempt to choke the player with it (or simply just choke the player out of arousal). The screen permanently will have a blind spot on that side until the player passes out. Riker may also collar and/or muzzle the player depending on choices

Forcefully Yours has a lot of different endings (I think about 25 endings) so it can be hard to get all of them if you're not paying attention to your choices, but I think that's something that is rather impressive about this game- is just how many different ways Riker can react as the game goes on. He can literally become your angel or devil depending on how you as the player react and will punish or reward as a result. It actually goes rather in depth about how he reacts and again just the sheer amount of reaction he has. The endings that are more violent display this more, as we see the darker sides to his obsession as it goes on. Riker himself has a lot of different expressions ranging from rather subtitle changes to drastic ones, which I think really shows just how much of a ticking time bomb he is. These little changes really bring out how unhinged or how infatuated he is with the player and I think it gives it subtitle nuances that other games don't have. The way the room color changes in each "route" is also nice, as it often parallels with what Riker is feeling or it gives a strong atmosphere such as when Riker watches the player sleep. Finally is the sort of aura that each major route has, which is most noticeable in routes where Riker physically hurts the player. I really like the route where he straight up just stabs the player's eye because of the way it's displayed- having half of the screen go black while the other goes red- and it really gives off the pain and impact of this action as it's almost as if you could feel the pain the player is in when it happens. It occurs similarly in other routes as well, like when Riker hits the player and the screen grows a veiny red around the edges, or even in subtitle ways the screen glows slightly pink in times when the player is infatuated with Riker. These little details are really nice in the game and gives a lot of life and character to what's going on.

Riker as a yandere.. well, it's a lot considering the amount of different endings there are. He of course kidnaps the player in the beginning of his route, but also stalks the player, taking pictures, is clearly extremely infatuated with them to the point where they believe therapy didn't help, sniffs the player's clothing and periodically tries to change himself (appearance wise and personality wise) to better fit whatever the player wishes. He's also not afraid to hurt the player taking away "privilege's" as a way to control the player or retaliate when the player hurts him. He's also seen to manipulate through violence but also words and gaslighting, and while he gets aroused quickly, is also quick to pick up if the player likes something that they do (like biting). I'm probably missing like a whole bunch of stuff because I think I probably missed a couple of endings considering again just how many endings there are.

Overall, this game is pretty well made with just how many different options there are and the way it can present Riker as a horrific person or a kind person depending on choices and the way it displays it. I'm curious to see how the other yandere will go as well considering it seems Riker's fourth day is almost done (or at least close to) being finished, though I'm curious to see what will happen with that as well. That being said, please try this game, it is an experience that is very different than other games that I've played.

#forcefully yours #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #visual novel

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threehuskiesinatrenchcoat · 1 year

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GUESS WHO‘S BACK! BACK AGAIN! i never rly left but let’s ignore that

I‘ve got an order for a uuuuuh dead bird soulmate au! Anyone order a soulmate au? No? Well shit, it’s here now and I‘m not taking it back.

There‘re honestly so many possibilities with soulmate aus and I love them to bits! Also, there doesn’t exist one for them yet? Couldn’t let that stand. So this one is based on "whatever u write on your skin shows up on your soulmate‘s skin as well" and as tradition demands it, I shall send it to u first! afterwards ao3 obviously lmao also enjoy!! loved talking about this with u

Alejandro slowly rolled his sleeve up. Another little note had appeared while they were busting a cartel house, the slight tingle of the letters being written alerting him to it. By now he knew how to not let himself get distracted by it, but he had been looking forward to reading the message for the rest of the mission. The script was slightly loopy with letters smashed together the faster his soulmate wrote.

He traced the lines on his arm, taking his time reading the message. It was just a simple update on life, some annoying employer demanding they compensate him for a job they weren’t at fault for botching. He’d be incredibly busy the next few weeks. Alejandro smiled ruefully and picked up a pen, choosing his words carefully. They were both right handed, so their left arm got a bit crowded at times, but after an incident with a note being written on his leg, making Phillip stumble and fall into a creek when they were younger, they agreed to limit themselves to their arms.

At times he mourned the distance between them, his soulmate being American wasn’t as bad compared to some he knew were continents apart, but being in the Mexican Special Forces made his life and job too dangerous to actually be together. He wouldn’t give up this city, as much as he wanted to meet soulmate.

It was a sore subject between them. Both of them knew the dangers of their work, but Alejandro was willing to die for Las Almas and Phillip definitely didn’t agree on that. The colonel had no delusions about his fate, but sometimes he liked to imagine a future where they both retired together. They could move into his family’s old farmhouse, maybe get some animals like chicken and a dog, waking up in each other’s arms.

When the tank blew up, Alejandro felt as if his heart broke into a million pieces. It hadn’t taken long for him to figure out that Phillip Graves was his Phillip, his soulmate. He thought he‘d be able to tell him after the mission, when everything was over and done. He should’ve known nothing would go as planned, but now, watching his vaqueros putting out the fire still roaring through the metal cage that had once been a tank, surrounded by smoke and stinking of gasoline, he regretted it.

The darkness around him felt almost oppressing. He tossed and turned in bed, thinking about what ifs and should haves. His arm felt weird, a slight tingle on the inside of his arm. Shooting up straight, he fumbled to turn on the lamp on his nightstand and held his arm towards the light. There, shortly under the inside of his elbow, two words were written in loopy handwriting, letters pressed together: "I‘m sorry."

i cannot even begin to explain how much i love you rn im screaming crying throwing up rolling on the floor foaming at the mouth im

i love love love the ending so much and the subtle specifics about his handwriting that tie it in with the beginning

also the mental image of phil landing face first into a creek makes me chuckle. alejandro fucking his shit up ever since they were young

graves complaining about his job i see what you did there 😌

#call of duty #alegraves #alejandro vargas #phillip graves #thtcodposting

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miaclemeverett · 2 years

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I posted 11,766 times in 2022

9,467 posts created (80%)

2,299 posts reblogged (20%)

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I tagged 1,261 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 122 characters

#ycgma is such a comfort album for me and “’i’ll keep making little distractions for you. be comfy :)’ makes me want to cry

My Top Posts in 2022:

Summary of Dream's livestream with Techno's father if people can't or are unable watch:

youtube

Most importantly, please support Techno's family and the Sarcoma Foundation by buying merch here: (You can also donate directly to the Sarcoma Foundation here)

Dream is streaming with Techno's father & staying with the family

Techno's father met Skeppy, for the Sarcoma Foundation Gala he asked for Skeppy's favorite video with Techno and Skeppy said it was the "skeppy tries to troll me but i troll him first" video

Techno's father has been intentionally pulling up memories and stories of Techno's whole life which was "a speedrun" and full of joy and happiness, rather than just focusing on the last week

When Techno and his younger sister were diaper age, she fell down the final 2 steps of the staircase (completely fine) and while their father was trying to explain to their mother what happened, Techno walked in and said "baby fall down CRASH"

The first message that Dream sent to Techno was trying to Trojan horse his way into Minecraft Monday by playing with Techno. Techno's reply was "maybe next time" and Techno kicked his ass in Dream's first MCM. Sapnap thought Techno was overhyped but then Sapnap watched the next Techno MCM and changed his mind

Techno's father didn't really watch or understand Minecraft, he watched Techno 1v1 tons of people without losing any hearts and asked him "Do the other players even know you're there?"

Techno vs. Dream $100k duel: Techno's father never saw him stress about anything in his career except for the duel. Techno's father was competitive on Techno's behalf like "who is this green smiling man gaining subscribers faster than my boy?!" Techno texted his dad as soon as he knew it was at least a tie and he couldn't lose.

Dream saw Techno release "death merch" and thought that was the coolest, most Technoblade thing he had ever seen

Techno's entire family loved the "no one took the news harder than my health provider. they're the real victim" joke

Dream did an elbow reveal in honor of Techno

Techno's father made a joke to Dream about getting ready to do his (Techno's father's) own face reveal

Techno's father made this joke: "This video today is sponsored by cancer, without which this video would not have happened" and Dream called him an idiot

Techno's father thinks Techno would have done a proper face reveal. There were a couple of months where doctors were saying the next step would be to amputate his entire arm and shoulder. Techno joked that it was going to be the most epic elbow reveal ever and that they'd "traumatize millions." Techno's father was as positive as he could be without being fake and he got Techno a present ahead of the surgery (which never ended up happening), a 1st edition printing of Hemingway's "A Farewell To Arms."

Dream and Techno teaming in MCC: This is when they really started becoming friends, before that they had been more rivals/frenemies. Techno also never said or joked about giving Dream his first MCC win.

Techno was whitelisted for way longer before he actually joined the server, back when it was just a few people (Tommy might have asked him to whitelist Techno).

Techno had a Minecraft account called "Whitelisted" when he didn't want to be recognized, just to make the joke "You can't do this if you're not whitelisted"

Techno's dad has GOTTA tell dad jokes

When Techno was young, he would always talk to his dad about being a gaming Youtuber and Techno's father would tell him "no one would want to watch someone else play a video game" lmao

When Techno was young and he'd be building for hours in Roblox and they'd have a power failure, Techno would complain to his dad about all of his work being wasted and Techno's dad would say "all of that PLAY wasted"

Techno talked to his dad about what circumstances would lead to him face revealing, he would have wanted it to be funny and memorable but he never had a clear plan for it

Techno had a front bedroom with a TERRIBLE desk. Techno's dad told Techno to come to the studio to pick out any chair he wanted, Techno went into his dad's office and picked his dad's chair LMAO. Techno's dad offered for him to work on a soundstage because their house had horrible acoustics but Techno said "eh." At 2am when the family was trying to sleep they'd hear him screaming and yelling, it was so annoying when it happened but so painful when it stopped

Techno's dad would text him a meme and Techno would call him a loser, he'd ask him to watch Hunter x Hunter together. Techno couldn't eat without watching TV at the same time

Techno's dad sometimes sees posts on Reddit and his instinct is to send them to Techno. Techno's dad has come close to making a reddit account, he said hello and thanks to Techno's subreddit and he reads their posts a lot when he can take it.

Techno's dad knew Techno had a big audience, but he didn't and still kind of doesn't understand how he meant a lot to people in ways that have nothing to do with PvP or funny jokes. He's proud of Techno and grateful to everyone. The executive director of the Sarcoma Foundation told Techno's family they haven't seen anything like this before with regards to fundraising, she told them that a little kid ran a lemonade stand and raised $150 for the Sarcoma Foundation in honor of Techno.

Techno's dad: "If we do the call-to-action (to donate to Sarcoma Foundation) 10 times, I should get 6 of them" (referencing Techno beating Dream in the duel 6-5). Dream: "I see where he got his humor from"

There has been a refresh today of the merch store so GO BUY THE MERCH!!!! Techno didn't like when there were delays in people receiving merch, so you can only order when it's in stock so GO BUY NOW

Dream will be signing some unreleased merch concepts to include as an extra in some orders

Techno's father thanked Dream and he appreciates everything Dream did for them, he also loves Skeppy

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wilbur calling the crowd “chat” - “you can take a boy out of twitch but you can’t take the twitch out of the boy”

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NO SHOT MOTHER INNIT IS BROTHER TRUTHING ON MAIN LIKE THIS

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My #1 post of 2022

how do the people walk around their house

barefoot

socks

sandals / chanclas / flip flops

shoes (wtf is wrong with you)

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eastwoof · 2 years

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Joisey Boisey: Local Homestead Edition

Hi again everyone. Mod Spit here. Uhhhh, guess who has two thumbs and ended up seeing Jersey Boys again? This guy! So, in honor of the complete and utter bullshit I did last time as a means of filler, here’s my ramblings on a local production of Jersey Boys.

Friendly disclaimer like last time: Please know all these silly comments are said with as much love as humanly possible. I respect all these actors and the hard work they put into performing this show each night. Any seemingly negative opinions/commentary are in no way meant to bash the actors as they do not reflect their actual talents and abilities. So without further ado…

Pre-Show:

I dressed up for this event. Why did I do this.

And by that, I mean I walked in with a red blazer and tie because I wanted to be immersed. IMMERSED, I tell you.

Also wow, they’re gonna perform on a stage that I did community theater on. That’s crazy.

Oh my god the set is so cool. (I wonder how they’re gonna do the lamppost.)

Edit: There was no lamppost :(

Why do people bring their little children to this show they’re going to start calling you an asshole

Act I:

OH MY GODDD.

“CES SOIRÉES-LA” WAS SO SEXY AND BRIGHT. I WAS HOOKED FROM THE START. AMEN

For a local theater, the set is really, really good!! For example, there’s no giant screen agressively telling me the season (nor a gregariously big lamppost), but wow. Top tier professional production.

Tommy is the most stereotypical Italian man I have ever seen. I want him to spit on me and murder me with a spoon. Please.

He’s also the tallest out of the four of them?? Which is something I didn’t expect to enjoy as much as I do.

Frankie is so bubbly and animated!! He’s so cute. AND he’s tiny!! I love him.

But oh my god please,, stay still,, a bit sir. You’re sweating so much. Sir. You must be so tired. SIR. CALM DOWN--

It also seems to be causing a bit of strain on his voice. I hope he’s okay :(

On the bright side his guy liner is 😩👌

BOB IS SUCH A COCKY AND CONFIDENT PIECE OF SHIT. THEY REALLY SAID “FUCK UWU BOB. HE’S TALENTED AND A HOE AND HE KNOWS IT.”

Also his tone? So smooth. I wish my skin was that smooth. “Cry for Me” was so hot. When I pray, that’s the voice I wish I had.

NICK. OH MY GOD. A GOOD NICK. I... I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. I’M-- HAVE I DIED?

His comedic timing? Magnificent. Do I pity him? No. Do I want him to step on me? Absolutely. Does he beat Mark Edwards though? I’m sorry, but no. (The day someone changes my mind about Mr. Edwards, I’ll make a whole separate post, and the world will probably implode. Despite that, I prefer this Nick a million times more than Blonde British Massi™️.)

“I Go Ape” was so awkwardly funny for absolutely no reason. I love it. Hank went, “..HAHA YEAH!” as he handed everyone the suit jackets.

Gyp’s mic tape came off during “My Mother’s Eyes,” and I loved watching it dangle from his face during his aggressive sobbing.

“AN ANGEL CRIED”. HAL TOOK THE OPTION UP AT THE END. AND. ALSO. DURING “OH WHAT A NIGHT”. WHAT. THE HELL. HOW IS HIS VOICE NOT BROKEN. IS HE OKAY? HE IS SO GOOD. MURDER ME.

Loraine’s actress is very cute. I’ll update y’all.

Act II:

They all did their own special pose during the beginning of “Big Man…” and tbh I thought I was watching an anime opening.

OKAY. I LOVE NICK. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. aaaAAAAAHHHH—

HIS MONOLOGUE. It gave me secondhand embarrassment in the best way possible. Everyone’s trying to talk about the IMPORTANT MATTER, and he’s over here WHINING about Tommy being a little BITCH.

His monologue just gets increasingly louder until he shouts “TEN YEARS.” then he pauses and delicately plops into his chair to sit all politely. He looks like the cat meme. It’s so goofy.

Also, Nick being on the brink of tears when he mentions how he can’t see hotel soap.

The audience loudly groaned once Tommy said “half a mil,” and it made my heart happy.

Bob was the only one with a toilet during the jail scene, so seeing everyone dramatically draped over their chairs while he’s all scrunched up on the can was hilarious.

Okay, so Frankie being a hyperactive beyblade was definitely necessary here. He needs a place to put all that energy. HE RAN WITH IT.

“Beggin’” had sexy spins. “C’mon Marianne”? Exquisite. But then he starts doing whole ballet turns during “Working My Way…”??? Like, okay, Nutcracker and Swan Lake. I see you.

Bob’s smirk when he says, “What makes you think they liked you before?” 🥴✨💕

LORAINE. SHE IS SO CUTE. AND INCREDIBLE. I usually don’t pay as much attention as I should to her character, but this time my eyes were practically GLUED to her. Her leaving Frankie broke my heart into pieces. She deserves the world.

Oh, and sickness is cured. They all enunciate so hard, that they’re constantly spitting like camels. I love theater.

And now, the cast:

Frankie Valli: Ben Bogen

Tommy DeVito: Alec Michael Ryan

Nick Massi: Matthew Amira

Bob Gaudio: Michael Notardonato

Joe Pesci: Gianni Palmarini

Barry Belson: David Lamarr

Gyp DeCarlo: Peter McClung

Lorraine: Madeline Canfield

Mary Delgado: Abigail Sparrow

Francine: Hannah Jane

Norm Waxman: Rhys Williams

Bob Crewe: Aidan Cole

Hank Majewski: Jack Baylis

#jersey boys #musicals #musical theater #musical #frankie valli #bob gaudio #tommy devito #nick massi #mod spit

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catboywrites · 8 months

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Sooooooo you posted a follower ask and I’m now going to do all of them just to be silly and goofy 🫡

1. Honestly it’s a tie between watercolors and Sweet Tea and Energy Drinks. I love them both for very different reasons. I love Watercolors for the way reg is portrayed and the sass you give him while I love STaED for the angst and the adorableness that is 5 year old Harry.

2. For STaED it has to be Bambi. Seeing Sirius interact with Harry was fucking adorable and I will never get over it. For watercolors it’s torture and reward because of how you portrayed regulus’ panic attack and then his joy at being in an art store.

3. This is basic I know but honestly all the Regulus’ you’ve written have been amazing and I love them all so much. (I also really like pandora in watercolors)

4. Jegulus. Obviously.

5. Ahahahah bold of you to assume I’m not subscribed to all your works and read them religiously

6. When regulus was first introduced in watercolors and getting to see his inner thoughts about how annoying his attendant was

7. All of your fics have made me emotional. I have asked for so many tissues 😭

8. Honestly your writing is just really fucking good. Like my partners and I have a silly tradition where we read fanfics out loud to each other sometimes and most of the time it feels very stunted but with your writing it feels like an actual published book that we’re enjoying together.

9. Any of them. Any and all updates are amazing and I look forward to them always ❤️

10. So this isn’t a ship but I love your rep of platonic moonwater in Polaroids. The fact that regulus became an animagus for Remus will forever be one of my favorite hcs.

11. I’m just excited for when james and regulus finally get into a good fight in STaED. Like I’m here with my popcorn, soda, and regulus foam finger in the front row

12. Ive re-read bits and pieces but I plan on rereading watercolors for the new chapter so it’s fresh in my brain

13. I’ve mentioned this before but I scream rant to my partners about your fics. When STaED was first released I literally spent half an hour in my boyfriend’s car just talking to him about it.

14. Watercolors was the last fic I started reading from you because I thought that it just wouldn’t be for me but now it’s literally one of my favorites.

15. Will I ever get my tissues that have been lost in the mail for months?! /lh

Anyways this has been my contribution to the catboy ask bin. I will now yield the rest of my time 🫡

GREMLIN I'M GOING TO CRY SHUT UP YOU BEAUTIFUL PERSON I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ANSWERED THEM ALL!!

i woke up to find this in my inbox and this was such a nice surprise i'm literally so ; w ; ueueue come here i am going to smother you in hugs and kisses

one thing i want to say is, the absolute compliment of my fics reading like a published book. i was speechless. i just tap tap at my keyboard and then my beta yells at me for making her cry, i don't do anything fancy i swear. but that is such an ego stroker i'll admit, especially because it was always my dream to be an author growing up. i'm glad my silly little fics are something you and your partners can spend time together on and enjoy!

at this point, we're going to have to fist fight the post office to get you your tissues >:3

#ask the cat #gremlin i am putting you in my pocket forever

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shadowofchwe · 2 years

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tied | joshua hong

You're no stranger to your boyfriend's punishments, but this time he really seems determined to push you to your limits...

👔 Pairing: boyfriend!joshua (darling!joshua) x reader

👔 Word Count: 3.8k

👔 Rating: 18+

👔 Genre: Smut, mainly pwp, some fluff, elements of bdsm, established relationship

👔 Warnings: Explicit language, Shua is pissed and Y/N is in big trouble oof 🤩, harddom!joshua, meandom!joshua, sub!reader, mention of a safeword, hard degradation, dirty talk, praise, brief thigh slapping, sir kink, elements of bondage (hands are bound with Shua's tie), rough manhandling, explicit sexual content, rough fingering, mention of oral (m receiving), looooots of crying, marking, multiple orgasms (f receiving), overstimulation (f receiving), use of a vibrator, brief spitting kink, consent check ins we love to see it 🥹, oral (f receiving), cum eating, unprotected sex (be safe pls), rough sex, ownership/possession kink, brief choking, biting, cum stuffing, in typical Kenz fashion™️ it ends soft 🥺

A/N: Hello! I'm back with more Joshua filth inspired by how much he was absolutely wilding at the New York show this week 🫠 This is the same couple from darling and blind, but it also can be read as a standalone! I hope you enjoy if you decide to check it out 🥰 Especially if Shua's WHO'S BACK/Remember That energy had you just as fucked up as me 🤩 I did have a username change (formerly crushonchwe) cause I wanted to update it to match my other social media handles and also Shadow is like THAT song for me 🥹 Thank you to anyone who decides to check out any of my writing, and for all the love and support on my past fics it really means so much to me 😭💙

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“Babe, I’m home!” you called out as you entered your apartment.

The only thing that greeted you back was piercing silence.

“Shua?” you tried again, seeing no sign of him in the kitchen or living room.

Oh thank God.

You had never felt so happy and relieved for your boyfriend to not be home. You made your way to your room before slipping off your shoes in the open doorway. A sigh escaped you as your hand reached up to flip on the lights. You were letting out an exclaim of surprise a moment later as your bedroom illuminated to reveal Joshua sitting back on his hands at the foot of your bed. He was still in his work clothes, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Joshua, shit! I didn’t think you were home, baby. You scared me.” you got out, one hand clutched to your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

He barely regarded you with his gaze, and a chill ran down your spine. Okay, so he was definitely still mad then.

“Baby?” you voiced, making your tone sound extra sweet.

His eyes finally flicked up to meet your own, practically burning a hole straight through you. Your legs trembled slightly, but still he said nothing. Instead, he opted for completely ignoring you as he slowly, deliberately, rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. Your knees wobbled dangerously as he unclasped and removed his watch, just as meticulously.

You opened your mouth to try and speak again, but quickly shut it at the warning flashing in your boyfriend’s eyes. His hands went to the skinny black tie wrapped around his collar before he began swiftly tugging the fabric loose. And still, his face never gave anything away.

You just stood there watching as he carefully slipped the garment over his head, the tie briefly grazing his recently trimmed black locks as he did so. He held it across his lap, hands clutching the material tightly. You swallowed, the sound making him look at you once again. Now you were shaking all over, but an undeniable warmth was also starting to settle deep inside you. A spark that was quickly building to a roaring flame.

“Shua.”

His name fell from your lips as nothing more than a whiny whisper. He exhaled, “Clothes off. On the bed. Now.”

Your thighs instinctually rubbed together as a whimper rumbled in your throat.

“I won’t ask you again. I don’t wanna hear another fucking word, unless you need to use your safeword. Is that understood?” he asked with cool authority, not even bothering to look at you.

You quickly nodded your head even though he couldn’t see it, your hands still noticeably shaking as you began stripping off your clothes. Joshua stood beside the head of the bed, repeatedly running the silk tie between his long, slender fingers. The motion was utterly hypnotizing, and had your insides growing hotter and hotter.

“Up here.” he instructed, and you scrambled to the top of the bed, “Lay back for me.”

Your heart was racing as your bare skin met the pillows and sheets below. A hand suddenly reached out to harshly grip your chin, and you were meeting your boyfriend’s cold gaze once more.

“So you do know how to listen. My little brat just chooses not to, isn’t that right?”

You just stared back at him, frozen. Joshua gave a dark chuckle before sitting down next to you. His free hand rested on your bare thigh, his tie brushing against you as his fingers dug in slightly.

“Remind me, darling. What’s the rule for when I’m away? You have my permission to speak. This time, anyway.”

“But, baby, you were busy, and I-”

You were cut off by a swift slap to your thigh, “Quiet. I asked you a simple question, and I expect an answer.”

“I-I’m not supposed to touch myself unless I’m on the p-phone or on video w-with you.” you stuttered out, and Joshua soothed your tingling skin in response.

“Mmm, I thought so. And what did I tell you when you reached out to me yesterday?”

His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip, and everything in his eyes said that he was going to eat you alive.

“That you were about to go into a meeting, and that I was going to have to wait.” you replied obediently since it was clear he really wasn’t fucking around this time.

Your boyfriend’s fingers danced over your skin, edging closer to your dripping core.

“And did you? Did you wait like I asked you? Like a good girl?”

You immediately shook your head.

“I want to hear you say it, darling. Did you wait like a good girl?”

“N-No.” you mumbled, your lip starting to quiver.

“No what?” Joshua pressed, and you gasped when one of his fingers ghosted over your clit.

Just a flicker of stimulation, there and gone within seconds.

“N-No, s-sir.”

He smiled at you then. Not the kind that made butterflies stir inside of you, but the type that had your core clenching around nothing.

“My needy little cockslut couldn’t even wait a few hours. I lied about the meeting because I was coming home early to surprise you. But I ended up being the one who was surprised when I came home to your greedy little fingers between your legs.”

Your mouth fell open once more when he ran one of his fingers through your folds.

“Were you at least thinking about me? Was it my name you were crying out with your fingers stuffed inside that needy little cunt of yours?” he went on questioning as one of his digits circled teasingly around your entrance.

“Y-Yes, sir. Always you. Just needed you so bad.” you answered breathlessly, Joshua humming in response.

“Good to know. But, I am still going to have to punish you, darling. You know that, don’t you?”

His hands left you entirely, and every part of you was crying out with want. Your eyes were brimming with tears, and he had barely done anything yet.

“Hands, darling.” Joshua spoke up again, “Let me see them.”

You sniffled as you held them out in front of you.

“There’s a good girl.” your boyfriend remarked softly before he began winding his silk tie around your wrists.

He pulled the fabric tight. Not enough to hurt, but enough to where you couldn’t escape your bonds.

“You know, all I could think about yesterday was getting home to make love to my darling girlfriend.” he voiced, gently brushing some of the hair from your face.

You felt a burst of warmth in your chest this time. It went straight to your core as soon as he moved to pin down one of your thighs with his knee, fingers snaking back up the inside of your leg.

“Remember your safeword. Cause you see, darling, the shame is, now I’m going to have to fuck you until you cry. Until you scream.” Joshua growled, two of his long digits roughly plunging inside you without warning.

You let out a sharp cry as your back arched off the sheets. Your legs instinctively tried to clamp around your boyfriend’s hand, but Joshua used his knee and free hand to wrench them open with ease.

“Now listen here, you little slut. You’re going to take what I give you. Every bit of it. Come as many times as I want you to. Until I’m satisfied with your punishment. And if you speak out of turn, then I’ll make you choke on my cock until you can’t breathe. Nod your head if you understand.”

You did as told, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks. Joshua smirked devilishly, “Tears so soon, darling? Oh, but we’ve barely begun.”

You felt him slide in a third finger, his digits aggressively fucking into you. His thumb was suddenly at your clit, and a choked moan escaped you.

“You really do have the neediest little cunt. Practically sucking my fingers inside. My little cockslut, always so desperate to be stuffed full.” Joshua spat at you, and you clenched tight around his fingers.

“Aw, darling. You gonna come already? You really get off on being punished that much? Filthy girl.”

Since speaking wasn’t currently an option, you had to express yourself through moans, whimpers, and pants.

“My little brat. I know you act up on purpose just so I’ll punish you. Isn’t that right?”

You shook your head as more tears slipped out. Joshua pushed down on your clit with his thumb and your whole body jolted as you let out a loud cry.

“Don’t lie to me, darling. You were practically soaking our sheets, and I hadn’t even touched you yet. You knew I would punish you if you fucked your greedy little cunt without my permission, and yet you still did it anyway. You wanted this, admit it.”

All you could do in response was whine pathetically as your body thrashed on the sheets. His thumb moved across your clit in fast circles as his fingers continued drilling into you. He was making you come undone like it was the easiest thing in the world, and with how well he knew you and knew your body, for him it probably was.

It was taking him a little more effort to keep your legs pinned open though with how violently they were beginning to shake. His free hand was digging in hard enough to leave more than a few marks. Your cries grew in pitch, and your walls spasmed around his digits again and again.

“Fuck, I can feel how close you are. Go ahead and soak my fingers, you greedy little slut.” Joshua practically snarled, increasing his pressure on your clit and curling his fingers just right inside of you.

You exclaimed as you came all over his hand, and your boyfriend cursed as some of it even reached the length of his rolled up sleeves. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. You were still in such a deep post orgasm haze that you didn’t even register Joshua pulling something from his pocket. Not until it was being pressed against your still somewhat sensitive clit.

“You’re giving me another one.” your boyfriend said simply, a slight rasp in his voice.

You had barely started to piece it together, when Joshua switched the device on. You let out a sob as the vibrator pulsed harshly against your bundle of nerves. The same vibrator that your boyfriend had caught you with during his surprise early homecoming yesterday. Oh, you had really fucked yourself this time.

"What's wrong, darling?" Joshua asked sweetly, a contrast to the way he pressed the toy harder against you.

A string of breathy moans filled the air as your head fell back against the pillows.

"I don't understand." he continued, increasing the speed of the vibrator and making you let out a broken cry, "You seemed to be enjoying it so much yesterday."

He tortuously dragged the device through your folds before making his way back up to your clit.

"Am I not doing it right? Is it not fast enough for you, darling?"

He turned it up higher, and you had to bite down hard on your lip to keep from screaming. Joshua's free hand was immediately roughly grabbing your jaw, "Don't you dare. I told you I wanna hear my little brat scream. Now, be a good girl and open up, darling."

His fingers dug harder into your already tear stained cheeks, practically prying your mouth open. You sobbed as he increased the pressure of the vibe, and Joshua took the opportunity to spit right into your open mouth.

"Swallow it, slut." he growled, dark eyes blazing as he stared down at you.

Tears streamed down your face as you obeyed his request.

"So much better at listening today. Maybe you've earned a little break, darling. What do you think?"

Your eyes screamed please as you nodded your head at him. You sighed in relief when he promptly switched off the device. His hands rubbed soothingly up and down your trembling thighs.

"Talk to me for a minute, darling. Do you need to use your safeword?"

His eyes were much softer now, showing a hint of concern. He wiped at your wet cheeks, the smallest smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. You grinned dazedly back up at him.

"No, I just…need a minute…I think. Like to breathe." you told him, laughing slightly at the end.

Joshua chuckled as well before leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips, his hands tenderly cradling your face.

"I love you, my darling. Always. Remember that." he whispered softly against you.

You hummed, "Love you too, Shua.'

He gave you another swift peck.

"Even when you're mean and make me cry." you added teasingly.

"Oh please, you live for this. You love it." Joshua retorted, poking your cheek and making you giggle.

"Maybe just a little." you admitted.

"You sure you're okay to keep going? I'm not nearly finished with you yet." your boyfriend voiced as his hands trailed down your sides, raising goosebumps along your skin.

"As long as you take care of me after, and then we get to pass the fuck out and take a nap." you said back, giving a little yawn for effect.

Joshua chuckled, "Okay, darling, I promise."

"Alright, then, punish away, sir." you quipped, even giving him a small salute.

There was the slightest shift in his body language as you watched Joshua fall back into his dominant persona.

"No more talking. And close your eyes. Keep them closed until I say." he instructed simply.

Your eyes easily slipped shut, mainly because you were already worn out from how hard he had been on you today. You heard rather than felt the familiar buzz of the vibrator, and your body immediately tensed.

"Relax, darling." Joshua soothed, sounding far away.

You hissed in surprise when you felt the toy dragging along the inside of your thigh, making your skin tingle. You heard what sounded like the shuffling of sheets, and assumed that your boyfriend was changing his position.

A strong arm locked around one of your thighs to hold you in place. The vibe ghosted over your clit and you gasped. You thought you had somewhat of an idea of what was coming, but then shock shot through your system when Joshua unexpectedly licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Even as a needy little slut, you still taste so fucking sweet." he mused, his voice husky and deep.

You could just picture his tongue darting out to swipe across his lips. You squirmed in anticipation on the sheets, a whiny moan escaping you. Your back was arching off the bed completely a moment later when the toy suddenly came back to life, pressing against your bundle of nerves.

Joshua didn't even give you a chance to adjust before his tongue was diving into your heat, fucking into you just as vigorously as his fingers had been earlier. The combination of the vibrator on your clit had you feeling ready to burst into flames.

Out of instinct, your bound hands tried to reach for the device to push it away.

"Hands to yourself. Or I'll make sure you can't walk for a week."

You whimpered as fresh tears coated the pillow case, but retracted your hands as asked. Your second orgasm was approaching fast, every part of you winding tighter and tighter. Your sobs filled the air, and mixed with the lewd sounds of Joshua between your legs.

He switched the vibe to the highest setting, and you were coming almost immediately, your body practically convulsing with the force of it. You heard him turn off the device before throwing it somewhere in the room. The sheets shifted again, and a second arm was wrapping around your other thigh.

You let out a squeal as you felt your body being dragged down the bed. And then your legs were in the air, and Joshua was growling before burying his face back in your cunt.

The top half of your body twisted violently at the overstimulation, cries and moans falling shamelessly from your lips. Joshua drank up your release, teeth grazing against your folds. His nose kept bumping your sensitive clit, and it took everything in you not to shove his head away with your tied hands.

When his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, it was like you had been electrocuted. You couldn't hold back your screams anymore. They pierced the air as Joshua expertly flicked his tongue against you.

"That's it, darling. Scream for me."

Your boyfriend sounded almost unrecognizable, his voice was all desire and lust.

"Open your eyes. I want you to look at me as I devour this needy little cunt of yours." he snapped at you, and your eyes flew open on command.

Joshua looked like pure sin between your legs. Strands of his sweat soaked midnight hair were falling over his eyes, and he had you all over his plump, glistening lips. You could see his muscles straining against the sleeves of his white dress shirt from locking down your thighs and holding you in place.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours as he pulled your clit between his teeth, and you nearly came on the spot as you let out a shriek. Even through tear blurred eyes, you could make out Joshua's shit eating grin. You honestly weren't sure who was getting off more from this at this point.

All you knew was the almost painful, but delicious burn between your thighs, and the presence of your third orgasm racing furiously towards you. You felt completely out of your mind. Just a whining, sobbing mess at the mercy of your boyfriend and his truly wicked mouth.

It only took a few more swipes of his tongue for you to tumble over the edge, your release coating his face and the collar of his shirt.

"Fucking hell, you're a messy little slut today."

He carefully let your legs slide off his shoulders, your spent body falling limp against the sheets. You had just started to sink into the comfort of your bed, when he spoke again, "One more, darling. You're giving me one more."

Surely he was joking? But the sight of Joshua removing his belt from his slacks in one swift motion said differently.

"Shuaaaaaa," you whined, "So tired."

"You have your safeword." he reminded you, but all desire to invoke it faded as soon as he was taking out his fully hard cock.

It almost looked painful, the tip was red and angry. So fucked out, but your mouth still watered slightly and it didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

"See, darling. You are my little cockslut. Three orgasms back to back, and you're still desperate to be stuffed full of cock. It still isn't enough for that greedy little cunt of yours. Well lucky for you, I'm still not satisfied with your punishment. Not until I fuck you like the filthy whore you are." Joshua snarled before roughly spreading your legs again.

He handled you like a ragdoll, pulling you up by your bound hands before slipping them over his head to rest at the base of his neck. All you could do was sob as his cock slowly started pushing past your walls. Joshua's hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers pushing deeper into your skin as he continued burying himself inside you.

Your boyfriend hissed once he had bottomed out, "Fuuuuck, how are you still so tight? After all that. Feels like I'm gonna break you. But you want to be broken, don't you, darling? You love the way I split you open. I know you can't fucking get enough of it."

You wailed in response, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulder. Luckily, Joshua knew you were spent, so he started fucking you hard and fast right off the bat. You weakly tried sucking a mark into his skin as he railed you into the sheets below. His grunts and groans filled your ears, his hips snapping harshly against your own.

"Who does this cunt belong to?"

"You, sir." you mumbled into his shoulder, already about to come again from how much he had overstimulated you.

"You're going to have to speak up, darling. Who's cunt is this?" Joshua demanded, wrapping one of his large hands around your neck and squeezing enough to briefly restrict your airflow.

"Fuck! Yours, Joshua, it's yours!" you sobbed once the pressure had let up.

He released your neck in favor of gripping your jaw to get you to look at him. You were a shaking, shivering, crying jumble of limbs beneath him. Joshua crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your cries and stealing the remaining air in your lungs. It was the kind of kiss that screamed mine.

"Remember that." he said against your mouth before dragging your bottom lip out with his teeth.

You were falling to pieces a moment later, your whole body going slack. Joshua wrapped his arms around your back to keep you upright as he chased his own release. You barely registered him sinking his teeth into your shoulder as his thrusts started to lose their rhythm.

"Oh, darling." he moaned breathily, "Oh, fuck."

He groaned, long and deep and beautiful, right next to your ear as you felt him filling you up. Joshua carefully lifted your bound hands from behind his head before tipping you to lay back against the sheets. You shuddered when two of his fingers dipped through your folds to shove the mixture of cum back inside you. His slick digits prodded at your lips, "Open your mouth."

You complied, and he pushed his fingers in further to rest on your tongue. You sucked them clean without waiting to be asked, and Joshua beamed down at you proudly.

"There's my good girl." he said softly, warm eyes dancing with affection, and you flushed at the praise.

"Took your punishment so well, darling. I love you so much." he went on as he freed your hands from their bonds, his thumbs immediately rubbing over your skin in comforting circles.

"I love you too, baby. But, I do believe I was promised top tier after care and a nap." you reminded him, letting out another yawn.

Joshua laughed as he gazed down at you fondly, "I always keep my promises."

You hummed, your eyelids fluttering as you fought the temptation of sleep.

"Good or bad." your boyfriend added with a wink.

You smiled tiredly cause it was the only thing you had the energy for, but you knew Joshua would be able to tell what you really meant. He always could.

#seventeen #joshua hong #seventeen smut #joshua smut #seventeen fic #joshua fic

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hey-im-trash-and-better-than-you · 3 years

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Twisted Wonderland Magical Archive Character Art (Part 3. Savannaclaw)

I recently got the magical archives book and there is a lot of character design art in it for like all the characters and theres little notes in there so I just wanted to post it so if you want to use it for art reference or something its here haha.

Disclaimer: This book is in japanese. I do not speak japanese lmao. I tried my hardest to piece together things based off of what google translate said as well as context but if I translated something wrong feel free to correct me and i’ll update this haha.

Here is the general dorm uniform for savannaclaw students:

Like, obviously the pants would have a hole for their tails but the fact that its a ZIPPER is so hilarious to me and idk why

Anyway some of the notes on the uniform: The sleeves are a little wider than a normal t-shirt (although Leona and Jack’s uniforms are sleeveless), the shirt pretty much covers half way down the butt (except for Ruggie, because he’s short and his shirt ends up being a bit longer), and the boots are the same on both sides of the shoe.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s PE uniform is too cool for extra notes ig. I like his cute hair tie lmao

I’m pretty sure sandals aren’t allowed in labs leona. anyways, he just wears his lab coat open with his goggles around his neck

Some things that leona has on his uniform specifically is he has that, thing, yknow, with the fur and it looks like it was sewn together, idk what it is but its there. He also has leather chaps. king shit.

Some notes from this page: Leona has a scar over his left eye, and he has cat eyes pretty much with the vertical pupils that are round sometimes, he has rounded ears, and his hair reaches his shoulder blades. he is purrty.

Jack Howl

Jack wears his PE uniform short sleeved, there’s a hole for his tail, and he keeps his necklace on

Brb crying about how his fluffy tail makes his coat poof out its so cute. also he wears his goggles right! he’s a good boy yall

The notes say he’s the most muscular character, but also not to make him too rugged looking because he’s like, 16. lmfao. also his wolf form makes me laugh every time idk why.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie wears the sleeves and pants of his PE uniform short, as well as having a long sleeve shirt and leggings underneath

Ruggie wears an oversized lab coat (the arrow pointing to his arm is wear the shoulder line of the coat is lmao) with his goggles around his neck

Some notes from this page: He looks kinda young because he’s got big eyes, he’s got a mohawk type hairstyle like a hyena, and because his tail is so short you can’t actually see it from the front.

Anyways thats it for savannaclaw! I’ll probably posting Octavinelle tomorrow

#Twisted Wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #savannaclaw #art ref

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havecourage-darling · 2 years

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Right Side Up // 6 (FINAL CH.)

Princess Peach Series

Ch. 5: I'd make him swap our places || AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader

wc: 6.4k

warnings: cursing, mild smut, S4 spoilers, angst with a happy ending

A/N: and that's how the cookie crumbles! Because a few people have asked: 1) I will be going back to updating Firsts (I think I've got like 3 or 4 more to add?) 2) I'm going to work on the Just Like Heaven AU, I promise! This + RTTB kind of took over my mental capacity lol 3) I have a few random one-shots coming up soon, so stay on the look out for those!

edit: y'all I am SO sorry I forgot the read more line lmao, pls forgive me

Ch. 6: There is thunder in our hearts

“She’s got her memory back,” Dustin said, sounding relieved, “I only got like five minutes with her alone before Hopper showed up. He kicked me out and said they needed to get their story straight before they spoke to anyone.”

“But she remembers everything?”

“Yeah, she remembers everything again.”

Eddie almost melted into a puddle on this stupid fancy couch. Steve was glancing at him worriedly but Eddie just closed his eyes.

After they’d crawled out the gate and ran for help – it’d been clear that the right side up had also felt the effects of Vecna’s death. There had been a small ‘earthquake’ with minimal damage and almost no casualties.

Lucas had rushed to explain everything that had happened after you’d been taken to the hospital. And while Eddie wasn’t exactly glad that Jason had been one of the few casualties of the earthquake, he wasn’t crying over it. In fact, if he ever saw that stupid jock who’d tackled Erica, he’d be more than glad to give him someone to fight that was his own size. Although, considering the purple eye he was sporting, she did alright on her own.

It’d taken Steve, Nancy, and Robin to convince him not to race over to the hospital. He wouldn’t be allowed to see you anyway. He’d tried to climb out a window halfway through the first day and Steve had caught him. Robin threatened to handcuff him to a chair. So, here he was – at Steve’s house – hiding, yet again.

Dustin had been at your side when you’d woken yesterday and to everyone’s surprise, you’d asked where your dad was. When he was retelling everyone what’d happened, Dustin had squeezed his arm a little tighter and Eddie knew that had cut deeper than Dustin would admit.

Apparently, amnesia after suffering the type of concussion that you had was normal.

Jesus, you had a concussion. You’d been shot. Eddie just couldn’t wrap his head around it.

And if everything wasn’t chaotic enough, apparently Chief Hopper wasn’t dead? He’d emphatically avoided the man previously, so while he wasn’t as ecstatic as Steve and Nancy had been – Eddie knew you’d be happy to know the Chief was okay. If not looking a little slender.

“I’m not sure what’s happening but Jonathan is on his way over to you guys with some supplies. She won’t need surgery and when I talked to her, she said her bruised ribs hurt the most,” Dustin said and Eddie wanted to throw something. “She asked for you today.”

“Did you tell her – I’m – if-” Eddie stammered.

“I told her, I swear – I told her you’d be here if you could,” he said. “If I’m ever allowed back in there without my mom I’ll try and get the walkie in.”

“Thanks man,” Eddie sighed and closed his eyes. He couldn’t help it – he was picturing the worst when he thought of you. By the time they’d made it to the Creel house, everyone had been taken to the hospital. He just wanted to see you – he had to see you before he went crazy. “How’s Max?”

“Pissed,” Dustin snorted, “she’s mad they won’t let her visit my sister either. I already signed her cast.”

“Alright, thanks.”

“Yeah. I’ll call again if we get an update.”

Eddie placed the walkie onto the coffee table in front of him and resisted the urge to scream. Steve might actually follow through with Robin’s threat and tie him up somewhere.

“She’s awake, that’s good,” Steve said, bobbing his head. His shoulders fell, head falling back and a deep exhale echoing in the room.

Sometimes Eddie forgot just how long you’d known Steve and Nancy. You’d all grown up together, your house a few minutes away from Wheeler’s. He tried to imagine if Jeff had been shot, he’d also be worried sick. Which reminded him he needed to let Jeff know he was okay…

“She’s going to be fine, she’s awake and she’s going to be fine,” Eddie said, attempting to comfort Steve but ending up reminding himself.

“Yeah,” Steve said, glancing at Nancy, who stood by the fireplace – chewing her nail.

“Maybe I can go down and take a look?” Nancy asked, wringing her hands together.

“Hopper told us to stay put,” Steve reminded them, wary eye on Eddie.

“Which is fucking bullshit,” Eddie said, for what felt like the hundredth time that hour.

Nancy sighed, her shoulder dropping. “I know, I know it is,” she plopped down onto the sofa next to him. Her warm hand on his shoulder surprised him and she smiled. “Have you cleaned the scratches today?”

He groaned and Steve snickered. Steve and Robin had been unbearable over the past few days with making sure any and all scrapes he’d gotten via demobat be disinfected daily. Any time he protested; Robin would respond with a shrill: “Do you want rabies!?”

Eddie felt like he should somehow be a little worried about it but he couldn’t find it within himself to care too much. Not when he was still trying to clear his name and couldn’t visit his fucking girlfriend in the hospital because he could go to jail.

“Come on,” Nancy said. Eddie groaned but he hauled himself to his feet and followed her lead into the bathroom. Halfway there, the doorbell echoed throughout the house.

Steve’s head popped out from the living room and the three exchanged a panicked look. Nancy shoved Eddie into the nearest room, the kitchen, and hid with him.

“Should I answer?” Steve whispered, tone sounding a little panicked.

Nancy shoved her head past Eddie’s shoulder and waved a hand in the air. Eddie groaned. This was a fucking mess.

“What did that mean!” Steve hissed.

“Oh my God,” Nancy muttered.

“Steve! It’s me!” A man’s voice filtered through the door. Nancy’s eyes brightened and Eddie assumed by the speed of which she darted to the door that it was safe to stop hiding.

“Jonathan!” Nancy beamed, curling her arms around his neck. Jonathan Byers, Eddie had a faint memory of him and his little brother, stood at the door.

“Hey, I’m Jonathan,” he said once he spotted Eddie.

“I’m Eddie,” he said, awkwardly shaking his hand, “and not a murderer.”

Jonathan laughed lightly, as if that had been actually funny. “Yeah, we know.”

“We?” Steve said, peeking over his shoulder.

A girl stood there, her head shaved, and she grinned brightly when she saw Steve. Who, in turn, returned her grin. They all greeted each other and Eddie sunk back into his spot on the sofa – eyes glaring at the walkie.

He didn’t want to seem bitter but, the idea that everyone else seemed to get their moments just reminded him that he didn’t have one with you. The sofa dipped with the weight of another person and Eddie’s eyes snapped up to meet the brown ones of the girl.

“Hi,” she said, eyes darting all over him.

“Hi?” Eddie said, tone making it sound like a question. “I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” she said.

Well, okay then.

“You’re the girl with superpowers?”

She nodded. “Eleven.” With a smile she pointed to the ring on his finger, the one you’d given him a few days ago. “You’re the boyfriend.”

Eddie smile half-heartedly. “Yeah, I’m the boyfriend.”

“I have a message for you,” she said quietly, eyes deepening as her brows furrowed.

A message? He quirked his brow and pushed some hair out his face. “From who?”

“Henderson.”

“Dustin?” Eddie was confused, he’d just spoken to Dustin. His eyes wandered and he realized everyone was watching them.

“No,” she said quietly, hand coming up to his. “She said you would be worried.”

“Who?”

Eleven’s eyes darted down to their hands and Eddie felt the knot in his chest tighten. “She told me to tell you that she loved you. That she was sorry and she’d see you soon.”

“My Henderson?”

She nodded. “I know she will be okay. She’s just healing.”

Eddie’s mind completely went blank.

“How did you talk to her?” Nancy interjected, her eyes worried.

“I was piggybacking to Max and saw her. She…saved them,” Eleven said to the rest of them, “she said she hoped you kicked bat ass.”

Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes remained steady on Eddie’s. He’d known her for about sixty seconds and understood what you’d meant when you talked about her. There was something endearingly earnest in the way she spoke.

With an inhale, Eddie threw his head back and laughed. The entire room seemed to exhale at the sound, chuckles coming from the doorway and Eddie pictured you relaying your message.

“Eddie? Do you copy?” Dustin’s voice echoed.

Nancy scrambled for the walkie, hands getting there before his and he almost smacked it out of her fingers.

“It’s Nancy, we’re here.”

“Hopper says Eddie’s cleared,” Dustin said, elation evident, “I repeat, Eddie is cleared. He can come by!”

Everyone seemed to glance at each other before Steve was already scrambling for his keys. “Shit, okay come on!”

His heart was stuck in his throat and without really knowing how, Eddie found himself in the passenger seat of Steve’s car.

“Fucking step on it!” Eddie shouted.

“Do you want to be pulled over?” Steve exclaimed, despite the fact that he did speed up.

After a few tense minutes, Eddie saw the hospital in sight and threw open the door before Steve had come to a full stop.

“Jesus Christ!” Steve yelled. Eddie barely heard him; his feet took him to the receptionist desk.

“Hi, I’m looking for Henderson – she was brought in a few days ago-”

“Eddie!”

Dustin’s voice had Eddie’s head snapping to the left and he thanked the nurse before jogging down the hallway. “She’s in there man, she just woke up,” Dustin said, grinning, “Hopper said you’re all cleared – she’ll tell you the rest. Where’s everyone else?”

“Parking,” Eddie said faintly, squeezing Dustin’s shoulder.

“I’ll keep the wolves at bay for a while,” Dustin said, shrugging when Eddie shot him a grateful look. “My mom’s eating lunch in the cafeteria, I say you got like fifteen minutes.”

“Twenty and I’ll tell you how to beat Gareth in our next campaign.”

“Deal!”

Eddie smiled, pushing the door open slowly. His eyes immediately sought yours out, as if by habit. The first thing he saw, however, was a soft cast around your elevated ankle. His eyes widened as he saw the bruises climb up your leg and disappear into your dressing gown.

“Hey you,” you said, voice hoarse. Eddie’s eyes darted up to yours and his heart stopped.

Your left eye was a little swollen and the skin around it purple. The bandage at your left temple wrapped around your head and your right wrist had a splint on it. He frowned and felt a slow simmering rage build within his stomach. He wanted to scream, punch someone, rip a hole in the universe and put you into it so no one would ever be able to hurt you again.

At his silence, you shifted and immediately whimpered. Your good hand flew up to your ribs and you winced. Seeing pain flitter across your expression broke his paralysis. With quick steps, he was at your bedside, heart in his throat. “Princess, what…what did you do?”

“I kicked his ass,” you said, grinning up at him, eyes widening. “Wait, shit, is that horrible to say of someone who died? Oh my God, I’m an asshole.”

Eddie snorted, only you’d feel horrible about speaking ill of the dead. “If he was alive, I’d smother that asshole in his sleep.”

“He’s dead, Eddie,” you hissed, looking towards the half-closed door. “Besides, Hopper basically pinned everything on him to have you released. You’re the hero of this town, Munson.”

“Fuck this town, and fuck Jason Carver,” Eddie said fiercely, annoyed by your easy forgiveness. “He shot you.”

You waved your hand in the air, like a bullet hadn’t pierced your body. “He was a bad shot, both bullets barely grazed me. See?” You shifted your left leg, bandage on your knee the smallest of them all.

“Are you trying to excuse your almost-killer?”

“No!” You said, lowering your voice. “But, I mean, maybe let’s not harp on it.”

“Oh, I’ll harp – I’ll harp on it for the rest of our lives,” he said, all the energy in his body swooping out of him. He stumbled to the chair by your bed, slumping into it and dropping his head to your hand.

“Eddie?”

He waved his hand in the air. “I just need a second,” he said, taking deep breaths. He hadn’t known what he was expecting – but you arguing with him like you hadn’t been shot wasn’t it. He knew you had a rough road ahead of you, but it could’ve been worse. Much worse. And you were okay, you were really, really okay. “I get it,” Eddie said eventually.

“Get what?”

“Why you didn’t tell me about the other things – with Will and Billy,” he replied, and he did. If the other times all ended this stressfully, he got why you wanted to keep him as safe as possible.

“I’ll be okay, sweetheart,” you murmured softly, fingers scratching softly against his scalp.

Eddie exhaled, his worry no longer choking him. “Yeah, some superpowered buzzcut girl told me.”

Your face brightened and even with the bruises and bandages, you lit up the entire room. Air swooped from his lungs and you truly took his breath away. “You met Eleven? Isn’t she great?”

“She’s cool.”

Eddie watched your eyes find the long-jagged bruise across his neck, the one Robin harassed him to keep clean, and smiled when you frowned. “Oh, Eddie, you’re hurt.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? You’re in a hospital bed and you’re worried I’m hurt?”

Your small smile made his heart slam against his rib cage. “I’ll always worry about you, Munson. Someone’s got to keep you in check.”

Letting out a surprised laugh, Eddie narrowed his eyes at you playfully. “You’ve got some fucking audacity Henderson. After all that shit you gave me about being safe and not risking yourself. You had to go ahead and be the hero.”

“I know,” you patted his hand, “but you have to admit you’re the more reckless one between us both.”

Eddie gaped and his hands stretched out to the room. “Hospital. Bed.”

“Potato, tomato,” you brushed off.

He couldn’t help but smile, Jesus Christ you were going to send him to an early grave.

“I love you,” you said before he could continue bickering. “A lot.”

“Yeah?” Eddie said, shaking his head before leaning down for a kiss. “I love you too.”

Beaming, you patted the space at the edge of your bed. “Come on, I’ll tell you what the official story is so we all get it right. I stayed off the good stuff while the police came in to talk to me and the nurse just passed by to pump me fully of drugs. I want to tell it right.”

“Drugs?” Eddie said, sitting and clutching at his chest. “I cannot be seen with someone who’s involved in drugs.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” you said, hand coming up to your side again, “it hurts.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, his own covering yours. “What’s the wrist splint for?”

“It’s a light sprain,” you murmured, “the recoil on Jason’s gun was intense.”

“And you were talking shit about his skills,” he joked. You shot him a withering glare and he fought against the laugh building in his chest. “I’m sorry, that was the last one. Go ahead.”

Eddie could see your eyelids getting heavier and heavier with each minute that passed, the IV hooked up to you clearly doing the job. The sharp edge of pain in your expression seemed to lessen and Eddie couldn’t seem to let go of your hand.

“Did that make sense?” Your words stumbled together. “Hopper can answer any questions if you have them before the police interview you.”

“You know, I’ve never officially met the ol’ Chief.”

“Really?” You asked, surprised.

Eddie raised his brows. “You do know my occupation, right?” You snorted and Eddie took your lack of pain as a good sign that the meds were doing their job.

“He said he wanted to be in the room with you when they interview you, so don’t feel too nervous,” you assured him.

“Princess, now that I’ve seen you – I could not care less what happens to me.”

Your brows furrowed adorably and Eddie couldn’t help but smooth them out with his thumb. “I care, a lot,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Never,” Eddie promised, serious for a moment. “I’m sure Dustin is barely holding back the whole group. Did you want me to tell them to wait after you sleep some?”

“No, I want to see everybody,” you said, stubborn as always.

“Peach….”

You rolled your eyes. “Just help me move the bed’s incline, if I’m lying down, I’ll just drift off to sleep easier.”

“Which is what you should be doing-”

“Edward.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, trying to figure out the remote wired to your bed. As he heard Steve and Nancy’s voice get louder in the hallway, he saw you smile from his peripheral.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He turned to you, smiling at your obvious chortle. “Princess, it’s not nice to not share with the class.”

Your eyes found his, and despite the medical haze around them, he saw the undercurrent of mischief and lucidity that made him smile. He turned back to the remote and frowned. Why was this so complicated?

“I heard you dedicated your song in the upside down to another girl. Should I be jealous?”

Eddie choked, eyes flying back to yours and you were biting down on your bottom lip – hand on your side – trying your best not to laugh in his face. You were messing with him. While you were in a hospital bed. After being shot at.

Fuck, he loved you so much.

The months following your discharge and Eddie’s record being cleared, were hectic to say the least. Despite finally gaining back your mobility with your boot - and your ribs healing - you still always dragged your feet when it came to your recovery. More specifically, your physical therapy.

“He’s a sadist!” You’d huff, annoyed before giving in and trailing behind Eddie. Turned out, despite being only grazed by a bullet, twice, you still needed to rehab your body. Your left side would likely ways be your weaker one but you’d refused to let it stop you. Eddie had watched you grab life by the balls and goddamn if he didn’t love you more for it.

After a whole week of doctor’s appointments, job interviews, graduation, and Robin’s birthday, you’d both declared Friday a date night.

Eddie didn’t miss you exactly - he spent most, if not all, of his time with you since you left the hospital - but you’d both been pulled in ten different directions that having dinner and a movie was nice. Finally being alone together for longer than a night was nice.

You navigated his, new, house with ease with your new cane. You’d been so excited to ditch the crutches, and Eddie was glad to see you move around with more confidence.

Although, since you’d gotten back from Steve’s house this morning - you had been acting strange. Your head was tucked onto his shoulder, his palm on your waist, pulling you into him. After another moment, you shifted your weight again and he narrowed his eyes at you.

Eddie watched you glance at the phone on his wall for the hundredth time in the past hour. When you shifted again and looked up, he opened his mouth to call you out on it when it rang.

What the fuck? Before he could process it and go to pick it up, you jumped to your feet. Squeaking when your boot wobbled, your arms flailed before regaining your balance and you grabbed the phone.

“Jesus Christ, be careful!” He hissed, a little tendril of panic gripping him at the memory of your bruises.

You ignored him, of course, and muttered into the phone. He rubbed a hand down his face and took a deep breath. The receiver slammed down onto the hook and he looked up at you. Eyes wide, and a little anxious, his stomach flipped. “What now?” He groaned.

“Steve needs our help,” you said, hands flying to your bag by the entrance. “We gotta go, now.”

Eddie’s hands were reaching for your cane and his keys before he realized. “Help like help, help or help like we’re under attack again? Because you haven’t recovered from the last one. And to be super honest, neither have I.”

“Regular help, I think, I don’t know – he just said we had to get over there right now.”

At your glare Eddie sighed and nodded. “Alright, fuck it, let’s go.”

Trying to pull more answers from you, but receiving none, Eddie just watched your leg bounce up and down nervously. He’d driven a little over the speed limit, getting to Steve’s neighborhood in record time.

As he hopped out and rounded the car to try and help you down, he heard a bike brake over his shoulder.

“Robin?” You called out, as if you’d been expecting her. “Did you bike the entire way here?”

Eddie handed you your cane, eyes on Robin’s red face. She nodded, hand coming up to her chest as if that would help her catch her breath.

“Buckley are you okay?” Eddie asked, trying not to smile at her comical glare.

She dropped her bike on the lawn and leaned over her knees. “Steve called me saying it was a code red, my mom wasn’t coming home for another hour. I didn’t want to wait.”

With a nod, Eddie walked up to Steve’s door and rang the doorbell. After a few beats, no one answered, and Robin huffed. “The lights are all off, what the hell?”

“Let’s go around back maybe?” You suggested, lagging a little behind. When Eddie turned around to look at you, you waved him off. He’d preferred to be between you and whatever it was anyway. Robin caught up, walking shoulder to shoulder when he rounded the corner. Harrington’s backyard was dark – even the pool lights off – and he fumbled for the motion sensor light he knew was by the fence. As it turned on, it seemed like the rest of the backyard switched on with it.

“Surprise!”

Eddie scrambled back, heart jumping to his throat, and his hand immediately went towards Robin.

The entire backyard was filled with his friends, family, and everyone had confetti in their hands.

“What the fuck?” Robin screeched. “Mom?” She slid through the fence and ran towards her family. Everyone laughed and music blasted from the speakers by the grill. A hand came up to his shoulder, startling him a little, and your concerned eyes swam into his vision.

“I’m sorry, was surprising you too much? Oh, you hate it!” Your hands came up to his waist, eyes widening. “I’m so sorry, it was Dustin’s idea and I thought why not, you know? You deserved it but I should’ve known you wouldn’t-”

You rambled on, right hand waving around in the air nervously, and Eddie’s heart flipped at the rush of affection he had for you. Of course, you wouldn’t have just wanted to go out for dinner for his graduation. His eyes slid from your nervous ones and towards the yard. Jeff and Gareth waved at him, both brightening, and the little sheep all beamed his way.

“Sweetheart,” he said, cutting you off. “This wasn’t too much. Thank you.”

“I just – you graduated! You know? I’m so proud of you and I know everyone else here is too, you’ve come so far and I just…wanted to celebrate you – and Robin, obviously.”

Eddie’s heart burst from his chest and hopped back into your hands. “I love you, Peach.”

The grin that you shot him, felt like looking into the sun. “I love you too, Munson.” Your hand came up to his wrist and with a confident step, you pulled him into the chaos. “Come on, we’ve got games, food, presents.”

“Presents?” Eddie asked, eyebrows wiggling.

The sparkle in your eyes as you glanced over your shoulder at him almost took his breath away. “Well, I can’t give you my present in front of everyone. I don’t think you’d appreciate your best friends knowing what I’m wearing under this.”

Eddie’s blood immediately started pooling into his lower half. “What are you wearing? Princess, princess!” He hissed, pulling you into him. “You little…I’ll get you back, you know that.”

Your teeth grazed his neck and Eddie shivered. “Oh, I’m counting on it.” The look in your eyes made Eddie contemplate how rude it’d be if he hauled you back into the van.

“Eddie!” Wayne’s voice came from his left and you laughed at his torn expression.

“Come on, pervert,” you teased, “you’ll get me all alone soon enough.”

“It’s your fault, this is what you’ve turned me into,” he griped, smacking your butt and laughing when you squeaked.

“That’s called victim blaming!” You said, having the last word as you were separated into the crowd.

“I can’t believe you kept this from me,” Eddie said to Wayne, who had a beer in his hand and a wide smile on his face.

Wayne shook his head. “That girl of yours is pretty convincing, she’s been running around getting everything just right for almost two weeks now.”

“Two weeks?” Eddie shouted.

Lucas’ father walked up, smile already widening, and he shook Eddie’s hand. “Congratulations son, heard you managed to pass most of your finals with flying colors.”

“I wouldn’t say that much,” Eddie snorted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“He got a B on all his finals,” Wayne said proudly, tossing his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “It was mostly Henderson and Wheeler helping but he got there eventually.”

Eddie ducked his head and listened as they made small talk about the upcoming game. His eyes glanced around the lawn and Eddie had to admit, it felt…nice to have so many people that cared about him.

After Vecna, after…everything, the town had completely turned around. People would still stop him in town and thank him for what he’d done. While he still wasn’t Jason’s biggest fan, he felt a little uneasy about the sudden positive attention. Considering he’d been the town pariah for most of his high school life.

But that wasn’t it – it’d been after he’d met you. You’d brightened his life in every way that mattered.

Your laugh floated down to him from where you were sitting on the back deck, leg already elevated. Nancy was sitting next to you, her smile wide as you talked.

He watched your eyes trail down to him and you brightened when you saw he was looking back. You curled a finger, patting the seat next to yours and Eddie excused himself.

If anyone would’ve told him a year ago, that this was where his life would’ve ended up – he would’ve laughed them out of this town. Now? As you curled into his side and he was surrounded by his friends – he had to admit, it was nice.

“I shouldn’t have eaten that last bit,” Eddie complained, flopping out onto the couch next to you.

Rolling your eyes, you turned to him and grinned. “I told you not to,” you said, watching him sigh dramatically.

“I told you not to,” he mimicked you, voice high. His lips came down to your bare shoulder, teeth nipping at the skin. You squirmed, laughing, and shoving him away.

“I don’t sound like that,” you insisted, poking his arm. He grinned and your eyes darted over the affectionate look on his face.

Eddie pulled you into his chest and you laid your head onto him. “So, we finally made it.”

“To our one year anniversary?” You asked, mildly insulted.

At that, he choked, laughing loudly. It echoed throughout the air, both of you on the back deck with the hot tub heating up for a dip later tonight.

“No,” he said, chuckling still, “I meant, we’re made it to Lake Monroe.”

“Oh,” you grinned sheepishly. “Did you think we weren’t?”

Eddie tilted his head and pretended to think. “I mean, when the entire town thought I’d murdered a few of my classmates, you were shot, and I was running for my life from demobats? Yeah…that did make me hesitate.”

“Wow, so what you’re saying is you had no faith in us?” You joked, smiling when he squeezed your arm. “I’m glad we made it too. I’m also glad I can finally say that nothing hurts.”

He shot you a look and you sighed. “Besides my ankle every once in a while. I work on my feet and you need to stop hovering protectively eventually.”

“I don’t think I will, there’s something about seeing the love of your life in a hospital bed with a black eye – it sticks with you.”

You raised a brow and bit you smile back. “Love of your life, huh?”

Eddie grinned at your, evidently, pleased expression and kissed you. “Yeah, Princess, did you think you weren’t?” He teased, echoing your words.

“After a year and the upside down? I better be,” you grumbled, wrapping your arms around him. “I know it took us a while but I am glad we’re here. It’s beautiful.”

Most of the first day had been spent hiking and swimming in the lake. You’d both stayed close to the shore, the reminder of the last lake you’d swam in still too fresh, but it had been fun. Eddie’s nose was a little red from the sun and your legs ached from the walk but it was so…peaceful.

The sound of screeching feedback had you both wincing suddenly and then the music boomed across the water and towards you two.

Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?

Ooh, Heaven is a place on Earth

They say in Heaven, love comes first

The only time the both of you had managed to get time off in September was throughout the week – and thanks to that, most of Gareth’s uncle’s neighbors were away for the season. Almost everyone. The neighbors to directly to your left, apparently, were best friends on a small getaway. They’d introduced themselves to the both of you when you’d pulled up, offering up anything should you need help.

Eddie had thanked them and you’d teased him the entire day about how they couldn’t keep their eyes off of him. “They’re old enough to be, like, our moms.” He shuddered. It still made you laugh. They had been nice though, but were prone to random bursts of blasting music at ground shattering levels.

“For the love of sweet Jesus,” Eddie groaned.

While you genuinely hadn’t minded the music most of the time, you liked the songs, Eddie – on the other hand – was ready to throw himself into the water. It seemed your neighbors had a particular love of Belinda Carlisle.

You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to keep your face neutral as you sat with your bad leg stretched out. Eyes focused on the water - your cheek twitched when Eddie narrowed his gaze in your direction.

“I can see you trying not to laugh.”

“Me?” You said, overshooting and your voice coming out a little too loud. “That is…that is a gross accusation.”

“Mhmmm.”

“I mean, what’s so funny about a song? A simple little song?” You said, examining your nails pointedly. Your head bopped to the melody. “It’d only be funny if you were…somehow…a bit of a patronizing little punk about music. But, of course, you’re not – so…nothing funny here.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed and you only had a few seconds to disentangle yourself from his arms and run towards the open sliding doors.

His arms curled around you before you fully made it passed the kitchen island and your laugh bounced off the walls.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice mock hurt, and barely audible above your laughter, “did you just call me, your boyfriend, a punk?”

When you didn’t answer, his fingers danced alongside your hips and your laughter ricocheted up. “I didn’t! I didn’t!” You said, squirming out of his hold for a brief second before he trapped you again on the wide sofa by the windows.

You were both breathing hard and you felt his knees cage your legs in. His hands pinned your wrists above your head and your chests were bumping with each breath you took.

“I could’ve sworn I heard you,” he murmured, pupils darkening.

Always the instigator, you bumped your hips against his and grinned when his eyes narrowed and his breath hitched. “Actually,” you said, licking your bottom lip, “I called you a patronizing little punk.”

Eddie blinked and after a beat laughed. “You little shit,” he grunted, hands releasing your wrists. You wrapped them around his shoulders and brought him closer to you.

“Why don’t you teach me a lesson?” You asked, wiggling your brows. The current between you two crackled as his hands trailed down to your hip, the shorts you were wearing loose and easy to pull down.

His hand tapped against your ribs and his eyes softened a little. “Considering we thought we’d broken the bed this morning-”

“-I heard a crack, I swear!-” You insisted.

“-do you feel up to a round…”

“Four?” You said, laughing and wiggling under him. “Come on Munson, I’m fine. I promise, if any one of my various ailments hurts I…still probably wouldn’t tell you because I really want you, right now.”

Eddie grinned, shaking his head at your wide-eyed innocent look. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“Ah, probably,” you said, pulling your shirt off and flinging it to the side. Your hands pushed his shirt up and you grinned when he willingly let you pull it off him. “But wouldn’t it be a way to go?”

“Yeah,” he said, fingers trailing across your bare chest, “it would be.”

The earnest tone of his voice made the fire inside you dull down to a more manageable level and you pulled him into a deep kiss. His hips started to press down into yours, his right hand pushing your shorts down lower onto your thighs.

Children, behave

That's what they say when we're together

The music floated in through the open sliding doors, a little lower than when you were outside but the lyrics still just as audible. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss and Eddie pulled back to glare at you. “What?” You said laughingly. “It’s a good song! Appropriate too.”

Pulling your hand from between your bodies, you pretended to hold a mic and sang along with the music.

“I think we're alone now. There doesn't seem to be anyone around.” You could tell by the mirth in his eyes that he was trying hard not to laugh but the longer you sang, the more of his smile you could see.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give on the timing,” Eddie admitted and you cheered at the win.

“Where’s my prize?”

With surprising speed, you watched Eddie fish for a condom by the side table.

“You left some on the table?” You laughed, surprised.

Eddie held one up triumphantly and shot you a knowing look. “Considering it’s us, yeah, Princess – I left them everywhere for easy access.”

“That’ll be nice for Gareth’s uncle to find after we leave,” you said, breath stuttering as his hand slid beneath your underwear to peel it off.

“I can assure you, we’re already running low,” he said, his breath fanning over your ear. “Less talking, you’re supposed to be learning a lesson.”

You grinned at his silly expression. “Promises, promises.”

“So, our first vacation,” you mused, catching your breath now that your soul had returned to your body. “Despite the delay, I’d say it was a success.”

“Definitely not our last either,” Eddie said, joining you on the couch again after throwing out the condom. “London is our first stop.” He stretched his arms out, hands behind his head.

The muscles in his arm caught your attention, your eyes dragging down the veins as they disappeared by his elbow. The smirk on his face let you know he’d caught you.

“Our first road trip too,” you added, ignoring his knowing look. What? He was your boyfriend for a reason.

Edie snorted, his eyes roaming over your face. “I think there’s a lot of other firsts we have on the list.”

“Yeah?” You said, excited about the possibilities.

“Hell yeah, first apartment?” He said, grinning. “Because this whole having our own space was really nice.” He said eyes trailing down to your naked chest.

You grinned, immediately picturing what an apartment that was just yours would look like. “Stop it,” you smacked his hand as it snaked up to your chest.

“Who checked who out first?” He laughed when you rolled your eyes. “Our apartment would have a clothes ban.” Eddie pulled you into his arms.

“A clothes ban?”

“Yep. They’re restricting,” he said, index finger trailing up your spine. You shivered, closed your eyes, and dropped your ear to his chest. The steady beat of his heart bounced in your ear as you both went back and forth, laughing at the more outrageous firsts you could think of.

“First time I make you laugh so hard you snort out soda,” Eddie said and you huffed.

“You’re not that funny,” you joked.

Eddie’s indignant yelp made you laugh and he lifted an arm into the air. “See! I make you laugh all the time!”

He wasn’t wrong. A faint thought floated to the front of your mind. “Oh, I’ve got a good one!”

“Hit me.”

“Your first sold-out concert,” you said, imagining it in your head. A whole stadium with screaming fans and the music so loud you could feel it in your chest. Eddie with his guitar and, knowing the guys, some pyrotechnics.

Eddie laughed. “We only just booked a new venue and now we have the ability to sell out a concert?”

“Yeah,” you said, like that was obvious. “It’ll happen, mark my words.”

“Well, if this year has taught me anything it’s that you’re usually always right. So, I’m believing you on this one,” he said, “or at least, I’m hoping.”

“That’s a good lesson to learn,” you joked, “and anyway, whatever firsts that are on the list – I can’t wait to do them all with you.”

“Even our no-clothes allowed apartment?” You laughed, your body shaking and Eddie grunting at the movement. “Yeah, perv’, even that.”

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