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mysticmunson · 1 year

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How about Alpha!Eddie with a new!Omega!reader? And reader meets Eddie at the lockers on their first day, thinks their peach-vanilla scent matches Eddie's woodsy-rain-forrest scent (And also hes the nicest Alpha they ever met! Not that they have met many because they lived in a very omega & beta heavy town). They bring up the currage to ask him to spend some time with them because they think the scent match was obvious, but eddie rejects them thinking they where put up to it by Carver who always made fun of Eddie's calm ("un-alpha like") scent. Realisation, apologies and cuddles after? Thank you so much I'd you decide to write this 🙏<3

the new girl (alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader)

an: hi darling, thank you for your response. i wrote this today during a depression funk so i may rewrite it better in the future. still, i hope you enjoy it and feedback/requests are always welcomed.

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Each trip to your locker created a flurry of nerves despite being almost identical to the ones in your school before, but they didn’t have Eddie Munson’s attached to them.

“Hey!” His voice rang, causing you to jump, “Oh shit, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You turned around to see a boy with soft brown curls, a hint of stubble from his cheeks, and glistening brown eyes. His aroma was akin to a forest, dark oak trees that loomed over your head, a scent only belonging to alphas.

“You didn’t scare me, just startled.” You smiled, turning back to arrange your books, grabbing a red spined one you need for your first period. Your mundane kindness took him by surprise, preparing himself for the eventual disgust that followed once becoming aware of his freak status.

“I’m Eddie.” He announced, grabbing a disheveled notebook from his tan locker, shutting it with force due to the dents it received over his time at Hawkins High. You replied with your name, juxtaposing his action by closing yours gently, securing the lock.

With your hair swinging over your shoulder, he caught the sweet smell lingering, trying to assure himself it had to be perfume. Yet, it only intensified as he realized you were an omega, calm and sweet.

The leap in his chest was suppressed by the realization that he had never seen you before, you had to be new in town. He figured he would get in his time with you before it eventually faded away until you were just another look of judgment.

“Do you know where A23 is?” You asked, snapping him from his slight trance.

“Yeah, down the hall, last door to your left. What other classes do you have?” He asked, bumping your shoulder as he looked at your schedule, “We have 2nd and 4th period together!”

“Oh cool!” You replied, cut off by the bell, “Thank you for your help, Eddie, I’ll see you around.”

As you strolled down the hallway, your pale, yellow dress dissolved into the commotion. Sighing, Eddie shook his head in disbelief, wondering how quickly the opinions of other people would flood you.

But the days persisted and you were continuously nice, sitting next to him in the classes you shared and greeting him at your lockers. He learned you enjoyed a lot of music, moved here from a town about 2 hours away, and loved to crochet. He nearly proposed the day you meekly brought him a handmade pouch for his DnD dice, the button shaped as a bat.

Despite this, he still was weary of you, not overstaying his welcome beside you in fear of himself and for you, not wanting you to face the same torment he had. This seemed redundant as you slowly befriended his friends, specifically Robin who slowly pulled you from your shell.

Jason had been relentless with his mocking since Eddie presented, mocking his scent that wasn’t ‘manly’ enough. That it was more of an omega aura that radiated weakness. Truthfully, it bothered him, wanting nothing more than to be taken seriously. It seemed that no matter what, he was destined to be a loser. It’s why he hated the way you smelled so much, it was so pleasant and enticing, something you could never feel for him.

He felt his world come crashing down the day he saw you talking to Jason Carver before being pulled away by Robin, the basketball player smirking at his friends, doing a handshake, and going to class.

It led him to sit in an entirely different spot, ignoring your looks and walking too quickly from class. He purposefully went to his locker before you got to school, shoving everything he needed in his torn bag and lugging it around. The ache in his shoulder was incomparable to how painful it was to stand beside you, knowing his suspicions were true.

“Eddie.” You called, quickening your pace in the parking lot to reach him beside his van, “Is everything okay?”

Scoffing with an eye roll, “I’m fine.”

The furrow of your brows had the same effect on him, but he refused to let it show. Putting his hand on his door, he sat with a huff, slamming the door and putting on his sunglasses that rested on his dashboard.

“Would you want to hang out this weekend? I rented The Shinning.” You quipped, holding the straps of your backpack as you rocked on your flat-covered heels.

Laughing, he put a cigarette in his mouth, igniting it till the end burned of ember. He didn’t see the hurt on your face as he mumbled, “Piss off, ask Carver.” Reversing out of the parking lot, leaving only a cloud of dust.

The ride home was filled with blaring music, the wind going through his hair and sending it in varying directions. Forcing any thought relating to you down, he spent the night playing guitar and drinking beers, indulging in a cigarette or two.

But as the sky grew darker, he found himself thinking of you, from the first day you met to just hours ago. He wanted to kick himself for how he let his guard down in such a way, it was his fault for being so open, he knew better.

He thought more thoroughly about you befriending Jason, his stomach stirring at the thought of the two of you. You were so gentle, careful with your words, and never having an intention for ill will. Jason was the opposite, never considering someone else’s feelings above his own.

Eddie didn’t have the best self-confidence, but he knew he could treat you better than him. Jason wouldn’t know how to treat you and he sure as hell didn’t deserve you. The concept of you two in a room, alone together made him nauseous.

Sleep overcame him unwillingly, empty bottle in hand as he heard the blaring alarm clock beside him. Groaning through his headache, he smacked it off, forcing himself to sit up.

Popping in ibuprofen and taking a quick shower, he managed to barely make it in time for first class. The whole day raced past in a blur, not even bothering to look up to see if you were present. He trudged out of his seventh period, you weren’t at your locker, relief filling him with just a hint of concern at your vacancy.

“Hey, asshole!” Robin barked, going besides your locker and giving him a stern look. Bewildered at her intense demeanor, he continued to unload his bag and grab the notebook he needed.

“What’s up, Buckley?” He replied with hesitance, eyeing her skeptically as she crossed her arms, slamming his door shut.

“What’s up is that you’re a jerk! How could you say that to her?” Robin exasperated, making Eddie immediately know who she was referring to, given that you were one of the only girls he spoke to.

He tried to walk away with a groan, “She’s the one who’s all sweet with Carver.”

Her eye’s widened, racing up to him and pulling his shoulder, forcing him to look at her. Her confusion made him express the same reaction, both stopping when they saw you race past with your books pressed to your chest, going straight for the parking lot.

“You’re an idiot, Munson!” Robin shrieked causing him to wince, “She asked you to hang out and you told her to ‘Piss off’. She cried about it all night.” The recollection of his words made him cringe, even if you had betrayed him.

“Why would she be crying? She’s the one all friendly with Jason, you know, the one who’s made my life a living hell.” He emphasized, waving his arms that didn’t garner attention, most accustomed to his theatrics.

“She likes you! And her being friendly to Jason was because he tried asking to be partners for class which she declined! She said he wasn’t nice to you and Jason tried being smug about it because he’s a jackass!” Robin explained, the color from Eddie’s face draining as he processed the information.

“Oh, God.” He sighed, rubbing his palms down his face, his skin crawling at how he had been behaving lately.

While mad on your behalf, Robin had empathy for him, knowing his dealt cards were not, typically, favorable. From his home life to education, he had been let down time and time again, it would only make sense for it to happen in his eyes.

“Yeah, you were really mean to her, Eddie.” Robin replied quieter, “You know she’s an omega, right?”

Eddie’s look of surprise met Robin’s compassionate one as he nodded for confirmation, leaning in closer to continue their delicate conversation.

“You,” She emphasized with a jab at his chest, “Were her first friend here and the only alpha she had ever met who was nice to her.”

His own concern made him not contemplate the idea that you could’ve faced issues too. That, maybe, the reason you got along so well was due to your joint experiences of prejudice.

Racing out the door, he scanned the parking lot for you, but only saw jocks waiting for practice to begin. His van had never started so quickly as he pressed the gas, barely under the speed limit as he searched for you.

In the distance, he saw a blur of blue jeans and a blouse, realizing it was you as he got closer. Honking his horn, you whipped around, eyes squinting before he slammed on the brakes when you jumped back.

“Hey, want a ride?” He feigned casualty, making you shift uncomfortably, looking down the long road home. Not wanting to further irritate the backs of your ankles, you nodded, climbing in.

The silence was awkward as he went towards the edge of town, remembering how you mentioned you lived in the neighborhood a few blocks away from the trailer park. As each minute passed, he worked up the courage to speak.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been acting like a dick lately and I’m sorry.” He blurted, catching you by surprise, “I saw you with Jason and I thought you were being put up to it by him, being my friend and stuff.”

The blush that filled his cheeks made you realize his honesty, stopping at a stop light and looking in your direction. He wasn’t sure of the emotion you were experiencing, pressing his nails into his jean-clad thigh.

“I get it, I’ve had my fair share of bullying too, but I like you, Eddie.” You confessed, “My last school was mostly betas and other omegas, every alpha I met was a jerk. It’s why I was nervous about being your friend too.”

It had never been explicitly confirmed that you both knew what the other was, but it felt natural now that it was out in the open. So naturally, he drove right to his trailer, stopping and asking if you wanted to come inside.

“Can I ask when you started to like me?” Eddie questioned, getting you a Coke from his fridge and some chips.

“I knew I liked you as soon as I smelled you.” You responded bashfully, looking at your feet and tucking hair behind your ear. “I hate the way most alphas smell, but you smell great.” Making his confidence soar at the knowledge that you likely hated the way Jason and his goons smelt.

The afternoon was spent talking, explaining how you ended up in Hawkins, presented early at 16, and spent most of your time alone. He talked about how he lived with Wayne, how he presented over a year ago, Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin.

Talking about presenting would typically make you uncomfortable, but it didn’t with Eddie, it slipped past your lips easily and didn’t feel intense. He didn’t look at you differently, he asked more about your personality without an ounce of judgment in his words.

“Eddie, when I said I liked you, I think I really do.” You whispered, an episode of Match Game playing in the background as you ate some pizza that you had delivered.

“I would hope so, otherwise you have to walk home.” He jested, taking a bite of his pizza before wiping his mouth with a white napkin. You pressed your foot against his leg, pushing him away as you lounged on the opposing side of the couch.

“I mean, I like you, Eddie.” You revealed, looking towards him, his eyes towards the TV.

“I know, you said it- Wait, Ohhh.” He elongated, look at you, his heart dropped to his feet. The breath he once had was lost as you looked into his eyes, awaiting his response that he was struggling to vocalize. “I like you too.”

The grin that dawned on your face made him mimic it, leaning closer to kiss you tentatively. His nose bumped into yours, giggles erupting from your lips as he sat back, embarrassment flooding your features.

“Eddie.” You drew out, shuffling closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek, feeling the heat pooling. He looked the other way playfully, putting his hand up in your face. With a gasp, you could see his smile through the cracks in his fingers.

“Okay then, I guess I’ll be on my way.” You huffed sarcastically, standing up and facing the door.

In a swift motion, his hand caught your wrist, pulling you back towards him. In a mysterious way, you twisted before falling to his lap, facing him.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen, but thank God it did.” He said breathlessly, throwing caution to the wind and pulling you closer, letting your lips collide.

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nhasablogg · 4 months

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Dungeons and tickles

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Lucas/Max, Eleven, Will, Dustin, Mike

Summary: Lucas is slightly too stressed and so his friends decide he needs a distraction.

A/N: Commission for anon! I hope you like it!

Words: 2.5k

None of them really thought Lucas was cheating, because how the hell was he even supposed to do that? Buying weighted dice in Hawkins of all places was a near impossibility, and Lucas just wasn’t a good enough liar to be lying about his hit points. Besides, it made no sense to cheat in Dungeons and Dragons, a game which relied on player choices, dice rolls and the interpretation of a world through the eyes of one single creator. Not to mention Lucas’ evident respect for the game. It was simply absurd.

But it was just way too much fun to pretend that Lucas was cheating, as that agitated him more. He’d been a bit of a pain in the ass recently, tryouts for the basketball team keeping him jumpy and snappy, only for him to turn around and apologize immediately after. Still, the constant mood swings weren’t canceled out by the apologies, even though they all appreciated them. Roping him into the game, while Max and El sat on the sidelines and watched, had been hard to begin with, but his mind seemed to be wandering anyway, and so they knew he needed a proper distraction to get him out of his funk. What better way than to mess with him a bit?

“I’m not cheating,” he said for the tenth time, throwing up his hands as Dustin pointed at him and doing a good job of not bursting into laughter through his fake accusation.

“You are,” he shot back. “Tell me how you’re doing well when you’re obviously not all here.”

“Maybe I’m just that good.”

“Oh, please.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows in a way that was dangerous. “Do you have something you wanna say?”

Dustin grinned innocently at him. “No, nothing at all.”

“We can all see that you’re cheating though,” Will said, and Lucas sighed loudly.

“Not you too,” he said, rubbing at his temples. “I’m too tired for this. I give in. I’m going home.”

“Oh, come on,” Max said, grabbing his hand before he could stand up. “Don’t go. We’re having fun, right?”

“I’m being accused of cheating. That’s not fun at all.”

“So stop cheating.” Mike’s words made Lucas turn to him, annoyance evident across his face. “It’s as simple as that.”

“You know damn well I’m not a cheater.”

“Do I?”

Lucas gritted his teeth. “I’m leaving.”

Max’s grip on his hand suddenly tightened. “No.”

Everything was a blur after that; voices mixing and limbs tangling, until Lucas found himself pinned to the floor by them all, with Max most prominently straddling his waist.

“What are you doing?” he asked, suddenly aware that maybe all the accusing fingers were simply there to mess with him. He felt his annoyance melt away, being replaced by nerves instead. From the prospect of this, with Max on his waist, Will and Dusting holding his hands and Mike sitting on his legs, his body was left slightly too exposed for his liking. Eleven, who’d been quiet throughout it all, was sitting beside Max, smiling at him in a way that made him all the more nervous.

“We’re getting you back for cheating,” Max said, quickly dropping her facade. “And helping you get rid of all that excess energy you always have when you’re nervous about something.”

Lucas pulled weakly at his arms. “You can help me in other ways, you know. I don’t remember deserving whatever you’re about to do.”

“Uh, remember being rude to me at lunch today?” Dustin said.

Lucas rolled his eyes. “I said I was sorry.”

“Yeah, but you’d been rude the previous period too.”

“I’m going through a lot right now-”

“Oh, we know. This is simply just a bit of revenge.”

Lucas knew deep down what they were about to do, and so he turned toward Max, knowing if anyone would show him mercy it would be her. But Max was looking determined and Lucas realized he was doomed.

“Please don’t,” he said as she pulled up his shirt to expose his belly to the cold air of the basement.

“I’m sorry, but we have to.” She moved over to let El scoot closer beside her, the two of them sharing a look which he couldn’t interpret but which he knew meant trouble. He realized what was about to happen when they both leaned down, their faces coming close to his skin, seeming giddy like children.

Lucas screamed as they started blowing raspberries into his skin on either side of his belly, as if their lives depended on it, over and over, sending ticklish shocks through him. The initial panic merely doubled as Will suddenly started blowing raspberries into his neck as well, just beneath his chin where Lucas couldn’t shield himself. He could feel them laughing into his skin, enjoying this, and one part of him relished in their enjoyment. They’d not been kids for a long time. Maybe having to endure this was worth it just for the laughter.

Mike was going to town on his feet, holding onto his ankles for dear life lest he wanted to get his teeth knocked out. He’d grown taller, stronger over the summer, although Lucas was still stronger and probably always would be. Still, their tickle fights, rare as they were now, were no different from the ones they’d had as kids. Chaotic. Merciless. So much belly laughter they nearly couldn’t breathe. They’d not gotten Will as often as they used to after he’d gone missing and come back, but the few times they had - careful pokes, gentle smiles - had been reminders of childhood. Dusting screaming bloody murder whenever they got him. Mike running away until Lucas tackled him. Lucas having to be pinned by all three of them if they wanted to even attempt to poke him.

But Max had mellowed him out. Max had shown him it was okay to be vulnerable. Max, with her nimble fingers and teasing grin, who was beaming up at him now between raspberries. Max kept him young as the world around them tried to literally kill them. And in turn, Lucas remained gentle despite it all.

Lucas snapped out of his brief daydream (how the hell could he daydream through tickling like this?) when Mike switched spots, latching onto his hips which made them all shuffle around. He protested as they all paused their tickling for a moment, but no one was listening to him. Will simply grabbed his thighs, as if ready to squeeze at any moment, while Dustin wormed his fingers into his armpits, making him squirm from simply the contact. Max remained at his belly while El moved upward to take Will’s old spot at his neck, and suddenly Lucas wondered if he was to survive this. Max still had him straddled, but she was sitting up properly now, gently caressing his stomach as if to calm him. It tickled, but not enough to make him laugh. The only reason he was giggling now to begin with was due to the anticipation. He was pinned. He was exposed. He knew how this would end.

Did he plead? Of course not. He had a, somewhat misguided, ego to think of.

He would, though. Eventually. He knew that too.

The world was still for a moment, and then they all started at the same time, turning him into a momentarily fumbling mess of confusion, not knowing what sensation to react to first, until it all suddenly exploded simultaneously in the form of hysterical laughter. He felt Max’s hands around his belly button, squeezing around it lightly while El was curling her fingers under his chin. Those two things would be enough to have him begging for mercy, only somewhere beneath that he could feel Will squeezing his thighs, kind enough not to be gentle at the very least. He wasn’t sure if he could handle gentle scratching on his legs right now, not when Dustin was succeeding more and more in prying his arms up so that he could tickle his armpits more properly. Behind Max, somehow fitting between her and Will, Mike was still latched onto his hips, squeezing them in all his might. It was a miracle Lucas hadn’t bucked Max off in his struggle to escape, but later, when he’d been granted his much needed mercy, he would realize she probably wasn’t the only one pinning him down.

He could picture it. El and Will and Max taking turns holding his flailing arms, while Will held his legs down so that Mike could reach his spot. Or maybe it was Mike who was holding him down so that Will could tickle his thighs? Lucas didn’t know. Lucas couldn’t know from where he was lying, on his back on the floor, eyes squeezed shut as he laughed and laughed. He felt another raspberry on his belly, just beneath his navel, and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was Max. A raspberry to his neck told him that Eleven was following suit, not necessarily a follower as much as being unsure of what was allowed. He was glad that, in the midst of it all, none of the others started blowing raspberries on other body parts. That would’ve been crossing several lines.

“Aha!” Dustin’s exclaim was heard through his laughter, but was mostly just noise to him now, busy as he was. He could tell his shout of triumph came from Dustin finally pinning one of his arms to the side, not fully above his head but enough so that he could wiggle his fingers in the hollow of his arm with no problem, making Lucas’ focus shift to him for a moment. It was probably the worst of it; how he couldn’t focus on one torture at a time, but was bouncing between them. One moment he was with Will, who was still squeezing his thighs as if his life depended on it, moving between spots at the speed of light. The next he was with Mike, who was tickling his hips at the same spot over and over, slowly driving him insane. Before he could notice anything else about it - if he was being gentle or not, how the hell could Lucas tell like this? - he was with Max again, who wasn’t blowing raspberries anymore but was instead circling a finger around his belly button, getting ready to dive in. Lucas would’ve asked her not to, would’ve screamed and pleaded and begged, had El not switched tactics in a drastic enough way that he noticed, transferring his ever moving focus to her.

“No!” he cried, possibly his first coherent word since this started. But El didn’t listen, because how could she even tell he was speaking to her? She simply tickled both sides of his neck at the same time, just below his ears, making it impossible for him to scrunch up for defense. And maybe that would’ve been his demise had Dustin not found the spot that connected his upper ribs to his armpit…

He didn’t know how he did it, only that Max was suddenly flying off of him and his foot had accidentally knocked into the side of Mike’s head, and maybe the sight would have been funny had he been in any other position. The momentary relief simply made for a worse continuation, when he’d tasted the lovely taste of a non-ticklish existence.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he said when Max started poking him, although not straddling him again.

“You did that on purpose,” she was saying, laughing along with him.

“Where did you get your strength from anyway?” Mike asked, holding his head. “Maybe you should audition for the wrestling club or something instead.”

“Mike, they’re not called auditions.”

“You know what I meant.”

Their game of DnD was forgotten, as were the accusations of Lucas cheating. The tickling was turning into a tickle fight rather than pure torture, but Lucas was drained and had a hard time putting up a fight, and so it wasn’t hard for Mike to grab his feet again or for Max to claw at the back of his ribs when he tried to roll away. The other three stayed back this time, except for the brief poke Dustin aimed at his ribs when Lucas rolled closer to him.

“Please, mercy, oh my god-”

“You think he’s had enough?” Will asked.

“He can take a bit more, can’t you, Lucas?” Lucas managed to catch the moment Max’s face softened as she grinned down at him, maybe realizing he wasn’t able to handle much more. “But maybe we should round it off. Does anyone want one last tickle before we let him go?”

“How about another raspberry?” El said, and Lucas could only close his eyes and lie there and take it as she, Max and somewhat surprisingly Will blew raspberries on his belly for another moment. It wasn’t as bad as the rest, but being all tickled out it was enough to send ticklish shocks through his body, although he did little to stop them.

“I knew you were still ticklish,” Dustin said when they’d helped him up again, hands rough against his skin to help rub out the residual tickles that they knew lingered on him.

“Did I ever say otherwise?” Lucas didn’t have the energy to sound annoyed.

“No, but it’s been a while since we tickled you.”

“You just tickled me enough to not have to do it again for the next ten years.”

“Or maybe we just caught up on what we’d missed.”

Dustin nudged him in the ribs and Lucas could only groan. “I’m so getting you back. I know how bad your belly is.”

“Big words from someone who was just begging for mercy.”

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your knees, Wheeler. You all better watch your backs.”

They all laughed, knowing full well he wasn’t kidding.

“Are you okay?” Max asked him later, the two of them curled up on the couch when they probably should’ve gone home ages ago. “Did we go overboard?”

“Yes to both.” Lucas softened, like he always did when he could smell sleep on her. “But it’s okay. I guess I deserved it.”

“That you did.” She ran a finger over his lower ribs, not tickling him necessarily but also not staying clear off his sensitive spots. He shivered, for various reasons. “And needed it.”

He felt himself flush. “I guess.”

“You guess, huh.” She grinned and he squeezed her tighter to him.

“Don’t get cocky. I can totally get you back.”

“But you won’t.”

“Not here, no.” He kissed her temple. “But you better be very very nice to me later when we’re alone.”

“I’m always nice.”

“Of course you are.” A pause, and, “I know none of you believed I was cheating.”

Max snorted. “Of course we didn’t.”

“That, if anything, deserves its own revenge, don’t you think?”

He heard Max gulp. Revenge would be oh so sweet. If he needed tickles, he needed to hear her laughter so much more.

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breannasfluff · 1 month

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Morning, chirps Hyrule. Time to preen. He yawns and stretches his wings. Only—the curse. They don’t have wings. He’s trying to flex muscles he doesn’t have. Preen… the call peters out because there is nothing to preen.

Legend mumbles something and rolls further into Wolfie’s side for the heat. Burrowed into the blankets and without wings, it’s just a mop of pink hair and the chilled tip of an ear sticking out.

Wild is missing and Hyrule glances around the camp. No magpie to be seen.

Flockmate? He sends out a questioning whistle. Some of the others stir slightly, but Wild doesn’t answer. Flock-of-my-heart? He gives their flock call, adding a worried undertone.

This gets a response. “Good morning, Rulie!”

Wild’s voice comes from above and the brown thrasher tilts his head back to stare at the trees. They may have no wings, but the shaking of branches and rain of leaves resolves into Wild, swinging down.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting breakfast! I found some eggs in the tree. I already picked up some herbs and I’ve still got fixings, so I can make omelets!”

Judging the distance, Wild hangs from his hands and drops lightly to the ground. His legs bend to absorb the impact.

“How can you do that?” At the look of confusion, Hyrule clarifies. “Without your wings.”

“Oh, after the yiga, I had to get good at traveling on foot. Wolfie watched me fall out of more trees than I can count.” Rather than send him into a funk, Wild only laughs at the memory. He’s in a cheerful mood today. “I had to live like the other races do, without flying. It’s not ideal, but I can manage it!”

Hyrule knows the basics of what happened to Wild when he was captured by the yiga. Well, he knows more than the basics. As they’ve grown closer, Wild’s shared bits and pieces—usually after a nightmare or when he’s skittish. Yet even Legend doesn’t know every detail that happened.

Honestly, would it be better for Wild to tell someone? Or to let the memory fade away? Then again, Hyrule’s never had much luck with bad memories fading. He can block them out, but sooner or later they bubble up and find him again.

His era isn’t a kind one. It’s often not safe to fly; certainly not more than short distances. He’s lucky he wasn’t born with wings to migrate, like Time or Four. A thrasher’s wings may be smaller, but he blends into the woods and can quickly dart from tree to tree. It’s a gift, on his own.

Wild hums as he stokes the fire and pulls ingredients and pans from his slate. Normally, the red gems to protect against fire would be winking as they catch the light at the base of his wings. Those, too, are gone with the curse. Feathers crossed they come back when it fades.

Glancing up, Wild catches his eye and grins, ears drooping with happiness. Hyrule can’t help but smile back. He flutters his wings on instinct, except there’s nothing but the shrug of his shoulders. Right. No wings. No preening. His fingers itch to sink into feathers.

With this flock, but even more with his sub-flock; Hyrule is happy. Happiness was not a common emotion before his journeys. He’s enough of a loner bird that he can survive without a flock, unlike Wild or Four. But long periods alone—like the years that stretched around him—have an impact.

Friends were transient at best and morally grey at worst. He couldn’t afford to be choosy. Sometimes Hyrule needed someone, anyone, to chase away the silence. There were few activities to fill his time outside of survival. Every day he was exhausted. It could be from a poor sleep schedule—it was rarely safe to sleep deeply.

Zelda, the one he rescued from Ganon, from his first adventure, later became his friend. He was the one Zelda called when she started nesting. In turn, it would trigger his own nesting instincts.

Zia was the original Zelda. The world she awoke to was a long way away from the one she left. Zia was more than happy to leave her name, despite it being the original, in the past. Despite her outward quiet demeanor, she has a lot of spunk.

Hyrule didn’t mind nesting with Zelda. The nest was fit for a princess—full of frothy lace and pretty little pillows and finger food for snacks. It wasn’t what the thrasher would have picked for comfort. But nesting meant he got to spend time with his friend and preen feathers. It also meant relaxing without fear of monsters.

Once Zia awoke, she and Zelda became close friends. When nesting season came, the two girls had each other. Hyrule doesn’t hold it against them; he was on the other side of Hyrule in the wilds at the time. Danger isn’t conducive to nesting and the traveler is often in danger.

His nesting instincts were slower to trigger than Wild and Legend’s were, but when they did, it was nearly dizzying. For the first time, he had pair birds to nest with! His own sub-flock to cuddle and preen with. A nest that was cozy for all of them and constant attention.

That’s as close as Hyrule’s ever gotten to experiencing perfect bliss. It’s also the source of near-constant fear. Nesting with his pair birds is an experience he never wants to give up. So, what happens when this journey ends and he’s pulled away? How does he go back to an empty world and live alone?

He can’t.

Hyrule’s fingers twitch, needing to preen feathers to calm down. Yet there are no wings to fill the need. Legend’s hair is a mess, though, and at least he can preen that. The vet’s hair is silky smooth between his fingers. It’s not fair; Hyrule’s curls like to resist a brush and tangle at the slightest hint of weather.

Wild’s hair will brush out soft and smooth, but he spends so much time darting through trees or climbing things that it’s always festooned with leaves and twigs. Sometimes he’ll take the time to clean it all out, brush and oil it, and twist it up in a fancy updo. The traveler keeps his jealousy to himself. He’s stuck with wavy curls.

Legend slowly wakes under his hands, grumbling and retreating deeper into the blanket until it pulls on his hair. Then he’s back out, blinking sleepy eyes and shooting Hyrule a dirty look.

“I was sleeping.”

“Your hair was tangled.”

“Then preen my wings!” There’s a pause as the reality of the situation catches up to the veteran. “…never mind. Wild, please tell me you have coffee going.”

“Piping hot and ready to go!” Wild holds up the cup with a grin.

Wolfie, no longer trapped in Legend’s clutches, lopes over to the magpie and sits next to him with a boof. Wild absently wraps an arm around his neck and scratches behind an ear. It’s unconscious—born out of familiarity with a traveling companion.

Hyrule is left alone on the bedding, trying to shove down the twisting feeling in his gut. It’s good for Wild to get used to Twilight, even if it’s as a wolf. He shouldn’t be scared around raptors.

But what if Hyrule is replaced with Twilight?

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 24 - Troublemaker

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Chat Noir sat on the couch in the news studio. He watched Gallic Chick, Porcelet, and Carapace as they modeled with Jagged Stone for the cameras. He had taken a few, but Penny Rolling, Jagged’s assistant, and Bob Roth wanted him posing with Bloody Bug. However, Bloody Bug hadn’t made an appearance to any of these shoots or interviews. He did what he could to keep them at bay, but Penny and Bob were pushing him to get Bloody Bug in.

Chat Noir sighed as he turned away and stared at the wall. Nearly two weeks had passed since Chloe’s party. Two weeks since Bloody Bug slipped into this funk. He didn’t like seeing her like this. He didn’t like her being distant, withdrawn, and quiet. He missed the loud punk always ready to rise to any challenge. He made attempts to pull her out of it, but nothing seemed to work. He had other ideas, but he also didn’t want to push.

“Excuse me, Chat Noir? May I have a word?” Penny asked.

“I guess. What’s up?”

“Have you, by chance, heard from Bloody Bug?”

“Nothing has changed. She’s still not in the mood to be in front of cameras.”

“Oh. Well, could you try again? We really need to get these new promotional ads ready by the end of the week. We are grateful for you and the other heroes, but it just won’t be the same if we don’t have at least one ad of you and Bloody Bug.”

Chat Noir sighed. He pulled out his staff and messaged Bloody Bug again. “There. I asked her again to meet us here for a single photo.”

“I dunno. I think we should leave Bloody Bug alone,” Porcelet remarked.

“I agree. She’s not going to show up, don’t make her,” Gallic Chick added.

“Absolutely not. This whole thing is for her and the cat. And, let’s face it, she’s way more popular than all you,” Bob yelled.

“She’s only popular because she does the things that gets attention like wrestling a dragon,” Gallic Chick countered.

“I mean, that was pretty cool. And she did slow Jagged, I mean, Guitar Villain,” Carapace commented.

“I’m not saying it wasn’t cool, but it’s that stuff that gets her attention.”

“Maybe, but it doesn’t seem like she tries. She’s just… lost,” Carapace remarked.

“Lost? What do you mean?” Gallic Chick asked.

“How do I explain it? When I looked into her eyes during that dragon fight, there was a storm. She wasn’t even hiding it either. Whatever she’s going through, she’s letting it build and build. I bet when it surfaces, all hell will break loose.”

Chat Noir pinned one ear back while the other remained straight. His eyes darted back and forth as he recalled all the times Alix had let everything out about how she felt and her opinions of others when she was angry. He slowly straightened his other ear as fear gnawed at him. Was she staying in her own head to let this anger build on purpose? Was she going to let it fester until it all came out at once?

Chat Noir ran out of the studio, ignoring Penny’s cries. He left the News Station and ran through the city to Master Fu’s massage shop. He burst into Master Fu’s room, but only saw Master Fu drinking tea.

“Chat Noir? Is something wrong?” Master Fu asked.

“Has Bloody Bug been here at all?”

“She was here about an hour ago, but she’s long gone.”

“How was she? Is she ok?”

“She was brooding, as has been her norm for the past couple of weeks.”

“Norm? What do you mean?”

“Oh, she swings by at least once a day, mopes, drinks tea, and then leaves.”

“Does she ever say anything?”

Master Fu shook his head.

Chat Noir grimaced. He turned to leave when Master Fu held up a hand, stopping him.

“Before you go, I have something to discuss with you.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Far from. It is your turn to take the next step and once again stand on equal footing with Bloody Bug.”

Chat Noir’s eyes widened. He sat at the table while Master Fu grabbed an elixir and sat it down. He grabbed it and downed the contents without a moment’s delay. He felt a rush of warmth as his body tingled. He shook himself off as Master Fu placed the miracle box before him.

“Just as with Bloody Bug, you are allowed one other miraculous to use for unification. And, just like her, when you feel you trust someone with it, you may pass it along.”

“Uh, I had a question about that. If we pass it along, would we be allowed to get a different miraculous to unify with?”

“You may.”

Chat Noir squirmed with delight. He looked over the jewels. His eyes landed on a black choker with a single red bead.

“What’s that one?” Chat Noir asked.

“That one belongs to the dragon of perfection. With it, you take on the form of utter obliteration, destroying and unraveling everything around you. It’s one you must use with caution, as with all of them.”

Chat Noir flinched. “That seems… really dangerous.”

“Such is your concept, Chat Noir. You are destruction. That fused with anything will be an undoing.”

“Uh, are there any of these that won’t result in an apocalypse type situation if I were to unify it?”

“Well, there’s the bee that allows you to cancel motion. The ox, that is with Bloody Bug, that can weaken targets. The fox that can project illusions of pain onto targets. The snake that cause the target to forever forget what their goal was, robbing them of a second chance. The monkey that allows you to destabilize anything. The horse that allows for you to generate a black hole like portal that, should anything enter it, will be lost forever.”

“Uh, could I maybe make a quick call to Bug?”

Master Fu nodded.

Chat Noir de-transformed and stepped out of the room. He took a deep breath and dialed Alix. It rang a few times before she answered.

“What?”

“Hey, do you think you could come over to-?”

“I’m not heading over to the News Station.”

“No, not there. I’m at Master’s shop. I just took the elixir and can get a second kwami like you, but… I need help choosing. Will you help me?”

A long pause. “Yeah. I’ll be there soon.”

Adrien smiled and hung up the phone. He transformed back into Chat Noir and rejoined Master Fu. They sat in silence until Bloody Bug arrived and sat with them.

“Alright, what are the choices we’re thinking?” Bloody Bug asked.

Chat Noir repeated the opinions that Master Fu told him. Bloody Bug inhaled deeply, then exhaled.

“That’s quite the, uh, tough decision. Well, what are you thinking, Cat?”

“I was maybe hoping to get Stompp. The other powers are incredible, but terrifying. With Stompp, it’s not as destructive and can still be helpful to our cause. That is if you’re ok with giving it to me until we pass it along to Ivan,” Chat Noir explained.

“And you would be allowed a new second miraculous,” Master Fu added.

“Well, what say you, Stompp?” Bloody Bug asked.

“Sure. It’s been a while since I’ve hung out with Plagg. Besides, I’ll still get to see you, so it’s not good-bye forever,” Stompp said.

“And if we need to, we can swap around our second miraculous should the situation call for it,” Chat Noir added.

Bloody Bug nodded. “Alright, but I get to pick this new one then.”

“I think that’s fair. Master?”

Master Fu nodded.

Bloody Bug took off Stompp’s nose ring, handed it to Chat Noir, and looked at the box. She looked over the jewels before she grabbed a pair of goat horn hair clips. She put them on as they transformed into a pair of normal black hair clips and an orb shot out that morphed into a goat kwami.

“Greetings! Ziggy at your service.”

“Pleasure, Ziggy. I’m Bloody Bug.”

“Oh! Are we doing unification? I love unifications!”

“That we are, and you’re with me.”

Ziggy cheered and flew around Bloody Bug before settling on her shoulder.

“Alright, if that’s all, I’m going to-,’ Bloody Bug started.

“Hold up, Bug. I… I wanted to talk to you for a moment. If that’s ok?” Chat Noir called out.

“What’s up?”

“You’re not purposely bottling everything just to let it all out like you have on others, are you?”

“No. I just… it’s stupid.”

“I’m listening.”

Bloody Bug sighed. “I don’t want to talk because talking helps me run.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve done nothing but talk to people. Dad, therapists, you, Wang Fu, but nothing is helping me. There’s still this… root pain I’m avoiding. And when I talk, I feel further away from it. And I know it’s the cause of everything. I won’t be better until I confront it. I won’t lie. I do feel miserable. I feel ready to explode at every turn, but I’m close to it. I’m closer than I’ve ever been. I just need a little more time. And whatever comes of it, I’ll accept the consequences of my actions.”

“Then I’m here. I don’t like it, and seeing you like this scares me, but I’m here to support you,” Chat Noir declared.

“I can second that. Not everyone processes their trauma the same. Not all methods work the same on everyone. If you believe that this will help you confront it, we’ll be here to help you. Even if it fails, we’ll help you figure out a way to get to this root cause,” Master Fu added.

Bloody Bug blinked as a smile slowly spread on her lips and a tear fell from her eye. “Thank you. Both of you. I… I was worried you might leave me if… yeah.”

Chat Noir and Master Fu exchanged glances.

“Oh! Before I forget, I do have one tiny favor to ask you, Bug,” Chat Noir said.

“What’s that?”

“I know you don’t want to, but could you maybe make a single appearance at a photoshoot to have a picture or two taken with Jagged for the promotional ads?”

Master Fu furrowed his brow. “I don’t approve of you all doing this.”

“I know, but it wasn’t my idea. It was Gallic Chick’s to avoid another Akuma since the concert and tour for us being canceled was the cause of it. That and I don’t think we would have gotten through to Bob Roth through any other means than money.”

Master Fu groaned. “Very well, but I still don’t approve.”

“Understood. So, Bug, would you?”

Bloody Bug sighed. “I really don’t want to.”

“I know. I just ask for a picture or two for the ads. No interviews, no anything except the couple of photos.”

“Alright, fine. Let’s go.”

Bloody Bug and Chat Noir left and headed to the News Station. They made their way to the studio room to find it had fallen into chaos. They watched with raised brows as everything was thrown around by an invisible force. Porcelet and Gallic Chick attempted to find the source while Carapace protected the civilians.

“Did you know about this?” Bloody Bug asked.

“Not a clue.”

“Lovely. Alright, let’s bring this madness to an end. Hey! What the hell is going on here?” Bloody Bug demanded.

“Bloody Bug, save us! We’re being attacked by a phantom!” Jagged Stone whined.

“Of course. Gallic Chick, have you used your powers yet?”

“Not yet, but I’m about to!” Gallic Chick roared.

“Use them like you did against Darkblade.”

“Wait, seriously? You’d be ok with that? I thought-.”

“End this.”

Gallic Chick nodded. She used Sublimation to obtain the power of obedience. “Villain, obey my command! Reveal yourself!”

Troublemaker appeared behind Bloody Bug and Chat Noir. Gallic Chick opened her mouth to utter another command when Bloody Bug turned and decked Troublemaker in the jaw. Troublemaker yelped as she flew back into a wall.

“Get the fuck away from you, punk ass clown reject,” Bloody Bug hissed.

“Villain, break your Akuma now,” Gallic Chick commanded.

Troublemaker took her pen and snapped it in half. The Akuma flew from it and Bloody Bug caught it, purifying it. Troublemaker fell to her knees as she reverted to Penny.

“What’s going on? What happened?” Penny asked.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just get this over with,” Bloody Bug remarked.

Penny’s eyes darted around before she grinned. “Let’s go everyone! Places. Let’s get the centerpiece of the ad campaign. Let’s move!”

Carapace dropped his shield as the photographers took their places. Jagged Stone ran to his as Bloody Bug and Chat Noir joined him. Porcelet cheered Bloody Bug on from the sidelines as she posed with Jagged Stone and Chat Noir. Bloody Bug let out a sigh when the photos were taken. She headed out when Penny stepped in her way.

“Uh, Bloody Bug? Could we possibly get a few more photos with you?”

“No.”

“Please. Uh, just one with you and your team, then one with you and Chat Noir. Please.”

Bloody Bug curled her lips back and sighed. “Fine. Make it quick.”

Bloody Bug stood with Chat Noir and Porcelet. They waited for Carapace and Gallic Chick when they rejoined them after feeding their kwamis. They took a couple photos before they were shooed to the side for Bloody Bug and Chat Noir. The photographers argued over what to do when Chat Noir stood opposite Bloody Bug and held out his fist.

“What are you doing?” Bloody Bug asked.

“A fist bump. I think it would look cool. Don’t you?”

Bloody Bug snorted and rolled her eyes, but indulged Chat Noir. She struck a pose and fist bumped. The photographers gasped and took photos of them. Chat Noir smiled, took Bloody Bug’s hand, and pulled her down to the ground. He pressed his back against hers and smiled. She smiled softly as she pressed back against him and relaxed. She held out her hand and he took it as his tail wrapped around her.

“Thank you, Cat.”

“Anything for you, Bug. We’re in this together.”

“Until the bitter end and beyond. You’re stuck with me now.”

Chat Noir chuckled. “There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with than you, Bug.”

“You may come to regret that.”

“I could never. I found something amazing in you and I’ll never let it go. I love you, Bloody Bug. I’m here to stay, no matter what you say or do. I’m here.”

Bloody Bug’s eyes widened, then her face softened. “I love you too, Cat, and I’ll make sure you never forget this moment. You know, in case you ever do leave me forever.”

Chat Noir flashed a cheeky smile. “Then you have my purr-mission to hate me for the rest of your days, just like another feline we know.”

Bloody Bug rolled her eyes and nudged Chat Noir. “Alright, Cat, I think I’ve had my fill of feeling good again. I’m gonna leave before I lose my focus.”

“Ok. Don’t forget, I’m never far if you need me.”

Bloody Bug smiled and headed out.

Chat Noir smiled until he looked around and saw everyone staring at him. “What? Did something happen?”

“That was beautiful. Your friendship is beautiful,” Porcelet cried.

“Oh, come on, that wasn’t friendship, Porcelet. That was love, dude,” Carapace countered.

“Well, duh, they’re in love as friends, Gallic Chick butted in.

Chat Noir tilted his head as the team devolved into a heated discussion. He glanced over at the adults, who were locked in their own debates. He grimaced and slipped out of the studio. He didn’t want to stay and entertain the notion he and Bloody Bug were a couple. She was his best friend, his sister, and nothing would change that.

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aimmyarrowshigh · 17 days

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random ask: tell us about the best comic book you've read recently?

Good question! Honestly, I haven't been reading very much at all this month because my brain is too Consumed By The Horrors to have the ability to focus on anything at all.

I also feel like I've been in a bit of a comics funk ever since finishing Patsy Walker AKA Hellcat!, because it was SO my jam in pretty much every way, and that whole comics Thing where after that run, everything that happened in it kind of got waved away for the next Hellcat runs made me really grumpy. I don't like that immediately after PWAKAH, Patsy's next run was as Iron Man's sidepiece, and then after that she has such a SHARP and COMPLETE tone-shift for the most recent run compared to PWAKAH. Like, I get that they panicked and wanted to make her Sexy(TM) again or whatever, but... blech. Bring back Ian and Tom! Bring back her friendship with Jen! Bring back her friendship with Jubilee! Bring back Bailey! Bring back her doing good and being happy and gaining self-actualization!!!

I mean, I like the haunted house aspect of the most recent run, but it's not my TYPE of haunted house story. ::pushes a glass off the desk like a cat::

I'm trying to think what else I've read recently that I liked as much as PWAKAH. I always like Silk's solo runs. I'm enjoying "Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver" even though the Wizard is a supremely silly villain. I'm really excited for the return of Strange Academy, even if it is part of the Blood Hunt event which... ugh. I mean, I'm gonna read it all. But Marvel Dracula is such a fuckin' nerd (and he owes Moon Knight money).

OH OH OH! In a RARE FOR ME departure from Marvel, I read DC's graphic novel "Whistle," which I mostly read because I love e.lockhart and also stories about Jewish teenage girls, and I loved it. LOVED it. Highly highly highly recommend.

Also recommend the novel "Winter Soldier: Cold Front." I cried.

I'm still enjoying the current run of Doctor Strange, and everything starting with The Death Of Doctor Strange/Strange Academy in... 2022? 2021? Whenever that was. The DODS: Spider-Man & Black Cat issue is one of my all-time favorite comics issues. I really enjoyed last year's Scarlet Witch run, although I didn't love the Contest of Champions event as much as I wanted to love it.

I enjoyed Avengers Inc. a lot! I do feel like it was hampered by being a miniseries instead of a longer run, because the big reveal(s) weren't given the space they needed to have the gravity and weight they deserved, IMO, given the characters involved and the huge pendulum swing that happened, but. I did enjoy it overall. I like mysteries and I like Janet, so that was fun.

What I'm most looking forward to at the moment is the novel "What If... Wanda Maximoff and Peter Parker Were Siblings?" by @seananmcguire because OH MY GOD. EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT IS MY FAVORITE FOOD. I WANT TO EAT IT ALL RIGHT NOW.

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nitrosodiumepicfps · 6 months

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Five more Music-Themed games

This isn't really a genre, since I'm not constricted by only researching "rhythm games". If it's got music and uses it in an interesting way, I'll take a crack at it.

Undertale - I really enjoyed this game in my younger years. Not only was it a well-put-together RPG, but it included pretty good commentary about morality, choice, empathy, and choosing what is right over what is easy. Characters were incredibly memorable, giving you reasons not to kill them, and the world would change based on your actions. You felt like this benevolent being in a world that you have no reason to save, and yet, by pulling on the strongest emotions, these characters, mere sprites and lines of code, could convince you to invest in their lives. The fandom may have been a cesspool rivaling the dark ages of FNAF, and to be honest, I never got interested in Deltarune, but standalone, Undertale was good. Oh, and the music was also amazing. Toby Fox is a ridiculously good composer; the music is well-made, but he also utilises leitmotifs and character themes to create emotional connections and fun nods. For example, Spider Dance - a theme that plays when you fight a spider lady - when played on piano, requires you to play as a duet, i.e. with two sets of hands, as a spider would. The greatest example of this is Hopes and Dreams, one of the last songs you listen to if you're going for true pacifist. I don't know how to spoiler text in Tumblr, so if you haven't played Undertale yet, just don't look at the screen. Essentially, Asriel is the true form of Flowey, that genocidal maniac who has been puppeteering your journey through the Underground. Now freed from his flower form, Asriel wants to reset the entire timeline and bring everything back to how it was. In his theme, the opening track Once Upon A Time can be heard, giving your adventure a cyclic theme, and Flowey's old theme, Your Best Friend, can also be heard at times, connecting back to Asriel's bitter existence in the flower. This is topped off with an orchestral rock theme to the entire track, showing you that this is the climax of the game. Video games are art.

Beatsaber - This one's a classic VR title. I believe it was FUNKe who said that (paraphrasing) most VR games basically boil down to either machinery operation, or swinging a stick. Beatsaber is this idea in its most distilled form, chopping apart blocks to the beat of whatever song you've chosen. Most times, you have to slice a block along the direction of the arrow stamped on it, and there are weird frosted glass blocks that you have to keep your sabers out of. There's really not much I can talk about with this one; in my eyes, it's the Pong of VR games. It's got a sort of interesting aesthetic; geometric shapes, colored lasers and dry ice gives everything an 80s disco theme. What I like about Beatsaber is that it's a VR game that uses its virtual reality to its advantage. Lots of VR games will have you maneuver yourself around with simple button presses from your controllers, and the VR-ness of it is relegated to a 3D graphics card. With Beatsaber, you have to swing the sticks yourself, and the directional blocks keep the movement interesting. I suppose it's closer to osu in the sense that you have to factor in your own speed, reflexes and direction, instead of pressing a key when the arrows line up.

BPM: Bullets Per Minute - I've referenced this game a couple times, but now I get to talk about it in a little more detail. Without just saying "it's like Metal Hellsinger but without vocals and without a sword", there is more to it. The beat-to-beat gameplay is more about hitting the smaller notes, rather than just performing an action to the tempo, as you do in Hellsinger. You know when you're listening to music, and imagining some sort of action-packed sequence unfolding to the rhythm? That's what BPM is. You have to leap, dodge, and shoot, all to the beat, but there's more to it than that. Some weapons have interesting reloads that don't easily fit into the rhythm, like a bolt-action rifle that has four shots on the beat, four cocks on the beat, and then three reload beats. It's hard to explain, but you need to account for the type of rhythm and fit your gun's timing into that. It's a pretty cool idea, and there is a bit of a roguelike element with gear you can switch out to make fights interesting, or add a new mechanic to fit onto the beat.

Serious Sam 2 - This may not seem like it has a unique twist to its music, but I believe it does. This ridiculously over-the-top cartoonish horde shooter is a lot of fun, primarily for all the things it does "wrong". It came out in 2005, when first person shooters were steadily stagnating into slow "piss-filtered" modern military games. Despite this, you juggle something like 15 weapons, fighting through hordes of clowns with explosive cream pies, ogre footballers, giant robot spiders and ripped devils with rocket launchers for hands. Everything is bright and stylised, you can clearly see enemies in the environment, and despite being a horde shooter, the gameplay loop allows you to progress through the enemies instead of being driven back by them. Also, it's just mindless fun to plough through the game's many worlds; there's a jungle world, a gigantic world, a culturally questionable China world, a volcano world, a fantasy world, and then a prison moon, and then a city planet... it goes on for a while. There's unique music for each level (not just each world), and not only that, but the level's music is split into different themes - a "peace" track, a "tension" track and a "fight" track. If you're just walking along, it plays the peace track. If you're near enemies, or escaping from combat, it plays the tension track. If you're in the middle of a fight, it plays the fight track. All of these share similar leitmotifs, so it appears like the music flares up organically depending on what situation you find yourself in. It's a pretty good system all things considered. Other games of the time with dynamic soundtracks would loop different parts of the ambience based on your situation (like Thief or the original Far Cry) but I don't know of many that had different tracks for your sitation, except maybe Deus Ex.

Geometry Dash - GD feels like a game that almost everyone has played, or at least heard of. It's a basic rhythm game, but instead of having you mash arrow keys to the beat, it's simple: jump on time to the beat. All you have to worry about is jumping; avoiding spikes, blades, and walls. There are other mechanics, like different modes (UFO is like Flappy Bird, while the spider can snap to a vertical surface) and portals that reverse gravity or make your character a mirror version of itself. The different collectibles add replay value, encouraging you to find secret paths in a level or try to complete one first try.

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ABOUT ME :D

Basics

✮ name - you can just call me E

✮ age - 23

✮zodiac - can you guess?

✮ gender - i use she/her pronouns, but don't mind being referred to with they/them and use of pretty much any gendered words (bro, dude, man, boss buddy, sis, girl, etc) doesn't bother me [[[dont call me sis if ur not black tho]]]

✮ mbti - ENFP-A consistently for the past 6 years (was INTP-T in HS)

✮ studies - huge into science ask me what kind; i also like music theory/history, art history, philosophy

Interests

✮ games - nintendo fan (no matter how much they piss me off). love pokemon, fire emblem (obsessed with fe3h), zelda, animal crossing etc. HUGE sonic the hedgehog fan

✮ anime - too many to make an exhaustive list without forgetting some. obviously my favorite is One Piece (i think my favorite show in general). i started watching it when i was like 4 with the 4kidz dub and here i am almost 20 years later still going oda and i locked in fr. also love attack on titan, naruto, death note, fairy tail, jjk, knb, hxh, black butler and so many more this is stressing me out trying to think of what ive watched so im gonna stop... ask me about what i've watched lets yap

✮ non-anime shows - gotta big ups to ATLA a modern masterpiece of western artistry. don't ask me about the live action bc i don't wanna talk about it. same deal here i cant think of all of them without short circuiting but top of mind i LOVE the good place, scandal, htgawm, grey's anatomy (before it crashed out), bridgerton, BREAKING BAD (not caught up in better call saul), superstore, vincenzo, crash landing on you, goblin, anything with gong yoo and/or lee dong wok in it tbh, strangers from hell, bad and crazy, attorney woo

✮ used to be super into marvel and the mcu (and i know thats a thing people say but it was so so bad for me) but its not what it used to be and also i think i started outgrowing it once my media literacy improved its ties to military propaganda couldn't be ignored lmao (also sabra being in the mcu is sosososo crazy) .. some of the comics still bang tho i wont lie

✮ music - not to be one of those "oh i listen to everything" people as a cop out but i truly do listen to so much disparate types of music *insert laugh crying emojis* but my overall favorite genre is jazz, i love 70s-00s black american music so much (i was a 9 year old motown stan it was so serious to me), love afrobeats, amapiano, baile funk, r&b, rap (meg thee stallion is literally my wifey), pop, country, classical, VIDEO GAME OSTS (in true sega stan fashion) -- recommend me your favorite song!

✮ kpop - a separate bullet because i know where the overlap in interests comes in lmao. honestly ive fallen back from kpop a bit, not as into it as i was like even 6 months ago but groups that i still actively follow and listen to are ateez (ot8 but strong swing for mingi) and nct. also know alot about bts, txt, seventeen, exo, and shinee if you ever want to chat about them, but i listen to mostly individual songs from them and other groups and don't follow their releases

Where is E in *insert work here*?

✮ pls i hate all spoilers but these are the ones i strongly care about pls take note pls :(

One Piece: ep. 1031 ... i avoid catching up because i get sad when there's no more to watch

FE3H: Finished Golden Deer and Blue Lions, please don't tell me anything about the Black Eagle story line

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hello!!

i understand that…i’m not great with crowds and loud chaotic spaces either, but i love live music and something about the collective adrenaline is just the most amazing feeling!!

oh sweet, that sounds awesome!! and omg I would love to go the The Cure!!! my mom and I are both fans of them, and I remember hearing that they were in tour and wanting to go! and Fleetwood Mac would be a great one!! I like a lot of their music too, I’m finding we have a lot of favorites in common!!

The last big concert I went to was to go see Elton John a couple of summers ago! It’s probably my favorite I’ve been to, and it was a dream come true! Elton John is my all time favorite (he was number one on my wrap haha). I wish that I could’ve seen him and Billy Joel perform together, that would’ve been amazing!! Other than that, I would’ve really liked to see The Beatles perform and even now I want Paul McCartney to tour the US again! I know he’s working through Mexico right now…so maybe he’ll stop buy 🙏. I also would’ve loved to see Queen…and some old rock ‘n roll like Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard, or Chuck Berry! Also! Seeing ABBA perform would be towards the top of my list!

A lot of the folks I mentioned up there are some of my favorites, but a side from that I really like The Eagles, a lot of funk, soul, and disco like Earth, Wind, and Fire and Sky and the Family Stone! I also really like jazz and swing, and I love Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Dean Martin, and a lot of great jazz pianists like Art Tatum, Bill Evans, Thelonious Monk, and Erroll Garner! What are some of your favorites?

- 🪩

the cure has been one of my favorite bands since my early teens omg, they were AMAZING and i’d love to go see them again :’) i hope you get the opportunity to go because they were fantastic live!!!

also same to all of those bands you listed!!! i wish i could have experienced some of the early rock and roll artists live for the first time, i’m sure that was such a wild experience and that would be so so cool. and abba and queen just sound like they’d be a ton of fun to see, especially in their prime lmao

i’m also really into that era of funk and soul and disco too!!! it’s not what i primarily listen to but i find myself going back to it a lot. i was brought up on so much music in my childhood, classic rock from my mom and oldies/funk/soul all came from my dad and stuff in between from both of them. so when i tell people that i listen to a little of everything i truly mean it lol. i’m so excited for later in the month when we can actually follow each other because we have so much shared music interests and i’m so excited to talk about it more!!! :)

#anon #mailbox #srs23 #🪩

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racingtoaredlight · 1 year

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Time...start bottom vid at 2:30

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T3 posted this video in the comments today...great vid.

The key thing here is that swing is played with the accent on beats 2/4...not 1/3 like in rock and most Western styles of music. This doesn’t seem like that big of a deal...just accent the other beats right? Not so fast.

It’s an entire philosophical change when you move the accents like this. We’re used to that ONE being the all-encompassing beat where everything is both logically resolved and setting up the future. It’s neat, tidy...but it’s boring and not all music is like this.

Take Brazillian sambas for example...bossa novas fit under this umbrella too...the accent ain’t on 2 or 4. It ain’t on 1 or 3. Almost all of it is on the upbeats, with what we consider the ONE being on the “&-a-four.” Try “feeling” that while counting in your head.

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Or, for the exact opposite example of something having anything interesting rhythmically going on whatsoever...check out the SUDS clip in OB this morning. Might as well be using a drum machine.

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Start this video at 2:30 and just watch. Trust me, just watch.

Think of the metronome as your conductor. I like to think of it as a governor. It’s something that...even when playing alone...serves as the master. Everything you do comes back to the metronome. The all-seeing and hearing eye...er, ear...er...soemthing...that is never wrong, never out of time and will never steer you wrong.

Solipsism hurts musicians, especially melodic types. What’s in our head doesn’t necessarily translate to an audience. An audience doesn’t know what’s in your head...if those manipulations of time are deliberate or not...which is why the more musicians on stage require more and more precision.

But that audience feels the groove. Whether it’s the pulsating rhythms of Beethoven, the swinging beat of the jazz era, living in the upbeats like Brazillian music does, digging the deep trenches of funk or blues, the driving marches of heavy metal...all good music has a groove. The metronome is that groove, and serves as a standin for the audience.

If you’re with the metronome...and fucking grooving...you got it. This guy? Oh man, this guy fucking has it. And what’s great about this video is that he goes through a variety of different beats, with accents moving beyond the 1/3, but having that click track gives you such a great picture of how precise and organized he is.

Time matters, groove matters, and it’s the soul of everything to do with music. Harry Connick’s video is a great example of how to subtly manipulate the beat to get an unaware audience in the pocket. The drummer’s vid is a great example of what’s possible inside a simple beat...and what’s possible inside a complex, uneven beat (if you keep going).

It’s all good shit.

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doublegoblin · 1 year

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Memory Leak

Jan 1 2045

Dear Diary,

Hello Diary,

Good Morning Diary

Diary Entry 1,

Sorry to waste all this space diary

Screw it I’ll figure this out later. Hello me! Hope when you are reading this things are going good. Just in case you don’t remember (hopefully you fill this out every day but we both know the dumb bitch writing this) you got this journal to kind of keep track of your day to day life. Hurray for new year resolutions!!! So I know the question on your mind ( I mean in my mind right now) why all the different greetings? Well you pretentious bitch because you decided to “keep the integrity of your history” or some dumb shit like that ha ha. Not because you can’t find a pencil with a good enough eraser to not fuck up the paper ;P. So yeah happy journal keeping. This entry is such shit since you drug your ass out of bed at twelve fuckin A.M. and fuck all has happened so far. So sunshine is going back to bed. Fingers crossed for entry two 2. No sign offs yet. Feels kinda cringe.

Jan 2 2045

Attention Captain Shithead,

Congrats you’ve maintained this goal for a second day in a row. You had a pretty nice day at work. Dave stopped by your office for a quick non-work related chat. He must of got a new cologne as a gift since he lingered for a while after his ass left. It was that cheap shit they say is expensive for the holiday. Fuckin motor oil and skunk. Maybe he knew and purposely let his funk diffuse out. Oh well. Overlord Jarod however also stopped by. The fuckin Litch lookin ass was actually quite pleasent. No bonus this new year but can’t expect much. Lunch sucked. Dinner wasn’t any better. Hopefully you’ve gotten that stove fixed by the time you pick this back up. Oh you didn’t say anything last time (and I’m not about to fill it in for you) but you feel like it’s a good sign. This month and year starting on Sunday. Feels nice and orderly. Maybe you’ll actually turn your shit around. Maybe you already have? Alright bed is calling your name. Good night Sam.

Still cringe

Jan 3 2045

Fucking Tuesdays. Harold was throwing a fit about something in the break room during lunch. You had/have a migraine so rather than risk your head exploding you slunk back to your office. Still stinks like fuckin Dave. Going the bed. Sam out.

Jan 4 2045

Salutations Sam,

Yeah that works I guess.

Humpday baby! Fuckin work was pretty okay today. Your office finally doesn’t smell like Ode’ to cheap douche. A lot of meaningless emails back and forth today. Shipping talking about missing packages this and manufacturing complaining about to many people calling in that. Harold (you remember him right? The blowhard with the suspenders that was unleashing sonic warfare yesterday) wasn’t in today. Dude has had a perfect track record since fuckin-ever ago. Oh right! 4663 Yukon Blvd @ 5p.m. Sat. Jarod is taking us all out for a company outing. A little incentive to keep up with this stuff. You aren’t going to write this down anyway. You’ll have a better chance to remember this way. Wanda said to work on rephrasing. Are you still keeping up on that? I hope so. Mom called today. Dad had another fall. He’s okay this time. Neighbors were home and were able to get to him. I keep telling Mom she needs to retire or at least try working from home. I’ll give them a call tomorow after work. Nah. Lunch. Well after that happy note I’m going to bed.

Jan 5 2045

Fuck all happened today. Maybe keeping a journal every day is too much? I guess I don’t have to write a book each time. Just write down the big stuff or the small fun things? Called mom and dad at lunch. Dad’s a little dizzy after the fall but he’s otherwise fine. Didn’t hit anything this time so that’s good. Mom wants to know when I’ll come out and visit. Think I’ll swing by after work on tomorow. Hell maybe even stay the night. She’d be over the moon. Dave was working from home today. Kept sending me these fuckin videos of pets being idiots. He’s a good friend. Even if he distracts me from doing my job. It feels better to write like I and shit. Wanda had a point about taking ownership. I guess thats what I pay her for ha ha. Damn pencil is almost out of lead. Okay I wrote it on a sticky note. Alright going to start packing some luggage for the sleep over. Took longer than I’d want. How did I misplace such a big ass duffle bag? Bed time.

Jan 6 2045

Salutations Sam,

I was right mom is over the moon. Dad was in good spirits too. Hiding in my old room for a second to write. Still not super comfortable letting people know I’m keeping a feelings journal ha ha. Lots of good memories in these walls. Even found my old stash of cigs. Are you still smoke free? I was. Something about that rush of trying to keep it secret. It was only one cig though. Tasted fuckin moldy.

Jan 7 2045

Salutations Sam,

Mom was on point this morning with the breakfast spread. Dad took his sweet time getting to the table but can’t really blame him. I told them about the company outing. We had a nice morning of just doing nothing. Dad and I actually went out to the pond to cast some lines. One of the blugills had swallowed the hook. Poor thing. Tasted pretty good though. Anyway I’m all re-packed and ready for this whatever it is. I’ll update after I’m back. Maybe I’ll even make a whole new paragraph.

So the company is moving. And I guess…so am I.

Feb 6 2045

Salutations Sam,

Well it’s been a wild few weeks. So to elaborate just in case your memory is foggy. The company moved to a new location and so did you. I mean. I was either going to move or not have a job and I like having heating and food to eat. This new place is maaaaaassive. I mean fuckin huge. The factory alone is like the size of a small town. Thankfully due to the law the office has an elevator. I was not about to walk up 23 flights of stairs. Jarod also took the time to let us know about some downsizing. I haven’t heard from Dave since the move. Why in the hell did we have to get rid of so many people? Surely if we can afford this massive place we can afford to keep people on staff? I knew I should have gotten his number when I had the chance. Maybe I’ll ask around the office and see if anyone has it. At least the drive is nice. Big place but in the middle of nowhere. I have windows in my office now too!

Feb 7 2045

Dad passed.

Feb 13 2045

Mom passed too.

March 6 2045

Salutations Sam,

I’m not sure if it’s the grief or what but something hasn’t been feeling right at work. It feels like we have less and less people everyday. I mean, it is a huge place so maybe I’m just at the wrong place at the wrong time? Whatever. Work is starting to get too much to handle. I think I’m going to take a break writing in this until either I catch up at work or feel better. Wanda says I’ve been making some good strides. Have you?

July 4 2045

Happy Independence day.

Sep 4 2045

Holy shit. I think the world is ending.

Sep 5 2045

Salutations Sam,

So the world isn’t ending. The last season wasn’t great but not that bad. So to catch up. Jarod sent me an email today letting me know I was being promoted. I mean it’s about time. He and I have been basically running this company since day one (even if he doesn’t want to admit it). To celebrate Dave and I went out for a nice dinner. Oh right. I mean you probably know (being me and all ha ha) but Dave and I got married. The bastard wore that awful cologne during our wedding. Would have been nice to have mom and dad there. I think they would be proud of me. I like to think they were there in spirit though (ha ha no pun intended) what with their urns being there and all. He makes me happy. Does he still make you happy? Do you still make him happy? Wanda was right, this journal has been helping. The new meds also help (even if they make my head feel fuzzy). So first thing tomorow I start as co-owner. Dave says I need to quit. He’s just jealous I think. It does feel strange though. Like we’ve been losing more and more people. It’s a big place though. Maybe I’ve just been stuck in the office for too long.

Sep 6 2045

Who’s Jarod? I’ve seen their name a couple times. Man. Dave is right I think I need to talk to my doctor. I built this company from the ground up. Maybe the years are starting to catch up with me. Maybe the meds aren’t working like they used to.

Nov 20 2045

Everyone is gone. Not dead. No just gone. I can’t believe I found this thing in the breakroom. I need to keep my notes again. Everything is getting hazey more and more each day. How big is this fucking building? When was the last time I saw Dave? He went down to the call center weeks ago. I think he’s gone now too. That’s fine. I’m used to being alone. We had a pretty big fight a while ago, before he left. He kept bringing up my parents. I didn’t know my parents. I didn’t like him teasing me.

Nov 21 2045

I hear footsteps throughout the building. Not my foot steps. I think I can also hear someone calling out. That can’t be possible. I’m alone. I think so at least. I hope so.

I just killed a man. He smelled horrible. Like Motor oil and skunk.

Nov 23 2045

My name is Sam Ramsfield. My name is Sam Ramsfield. My name is Sam Ramsfield.

Dec 18 2-45

Hello Sam,

You sound like you’ve had a pretty rough time. I’m not sure who or where you are. But I found this notebook. Maybe I’m writing to the dead here but maybe just maybe I’m not really alone here. If you are alive (and also not wanting to eat my face) know that you aren’t alone. I’m sorry for my poor manners. You gave me your name but I can’t do the same. Please forgive me. You have very nice handwriting. It looks a lot like mine. Did we know each other? If you find this and find me (it won’t be hard to mistake me I’m most likely the only person in here besides you) please consider these questions and bring answers to them.

Where did you come from?

Did we know each other (Are we maybe siblings?)

Do you know a way out?

Do you know where the yellow fog came from?

Can we be friends?

I look forward to speaking with you at some point. I’m going to leave this notebook where I found it. I usually wander around the Stone Temple until the large flood light goes dim. When the dark times are coming I make my way to the Clear Wall. The one with the wooden altar. Maybe we can look at the stars together?

Dec 31 2045

Salutations Sam,

Maybe next year will be different.

Sincerely,

SAM

#3 am writing #memory loss #isolation #mini horror #cw: swearing #flash writing #quick write #diary style #original fiction #writing #cw: memory loss #cw: dissociation

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 2 years

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 01x19

Provenance

“Uh oh. There’s no recap.”

“Right about now. Funk soul brother” “It’s the killer painting shit.” 🎶you’re about to get fucked but not in the way you think🎶

“She’s going to start without him. She should though” “Juicy”

“I think she’s dead” “That was a very loud slice noise. I think they implied that he died” “Does Dean only date the ones with an I? I don’t think he gives a shit.” Making fun of the way Dean says “k” “It means that you’re lame, Sam.” “How many times are we going to talk about Dad in the first fkn 5 minutes?” “If Sam is the producer is Dean the re-producer?” “Don’t they stop the pranks eventually?” “That’s a weird license plate” Explaining Eric Kripke

Idk why in Sam episodes they make Dean look like a ding-dong. “He’s a good ding-dong” “Who is she?” “Baby is a dusty fkn bucket. They had to park that next to the Rolls Royce” “oh my god this room” “I feel like this episode could be the one they could turn Sam back into a main character. They could turn the dynamic back around and move the focus away from Dean” “He’s going to randomly go with THAT ONE” “Why the fuck would you have a beer at a joint like this?” “Also not sure why she would go out on a date with the guy who got kicked out of her father’s art auction house. I think she’s just looking for a little bit of fun, because these kids are just blown’ through. It’s one helluva date for a random hookup; it’s kinda weird” “Killin’ monsters, bitch” “He’s so bad at talking that she did it for him” “Why did they show Dean clopping the thing in front of Dean’s crotch? CROTCH CLOP!” Then we watched it three times

“Gotta do that high shutter action shot of jumping over the gate” “They are really not good at watching their 6” “Let’s do the classic cut-it-out-of-the frame; you couldn’t just turn it around and undo the staples.” “I don’t think I could have survived this with commercial breaks. Commercials suck ass” Laughed at Jared’s acting

“This is also the first thing they’ve dealt with that’s immune to burning” “How did that also make the same front page as the Titanic sinking?” “No man, tell me about that day and age.” “He’s looking straight ahead and not to the side or any other direction for that matter” “I’ll agree with the dude - for that kind of money, why not? It’s a private sale” “Colombian neckties? Idk if you can say that anymore. I”m pretty certain that it’s a cartel reference” Laughing at Dean telling Sam to hook up with girls “that’s actually funny” “Hi Sarah. It’s Sam! Let’s fuck!” “Why is there no blood on the floor yet?” “Look at Dean’s stupid face. Look at all this facial interaction. LOOK AT THIS FKN STUPID FACE” we watched it like 3x “Air cheeks! Like a chipmunk!” “As if the bottom of that glass of the ash tray would be optimal quality” “Yeah, we dress alike and walk around and we don’t get paid.” “That’s how you pick up the girls - you tell them you don’t get paid.” “This is a super awkward exchange” 🎶cuz I go batshit crazy and kill them🎶

Since Sam doesn’t have good luck with women, maybe he should try men

“How would you know? You just met the guy?” “How is that cheaper than cremating the dude?” “Would a pine box have decomposed by now? I could be wrong and maybe that’s the point of 6 feet down, but I just feel like it would be decomposed by now.” “dean just had that ready to go? Wow. That was a lot of effort to get that all ready on the tape deck” “I totally forgot about that twist” LOW SODIUM FREAKS

“How is she with it enough to say “that is so wrong?” That was a dick thing to say, Sam

“What a douche. He could have literally say anything else.” “I love how he holds it like a bat. I would do a twirl dance with the poker so it’s always swinging in the air. Or an iron hula hoop but that would be really heavy. What about plate armor?” “You know better! Use your gun! Just shoot the thing” “I would not have just shielded my face with my hand; that’s a massive ricochet hazard” “That’s gotta be real stinky. Holy shit” “She didn’t go up in flames instantly. Oh there she goes” “Imagine being the groundskeeper for the cemetery and the mausoleum door is open with the glass is shot with a burnt doll but nothing actually taken. That alone would have made local papers” “You can sell it now; it’s not haunted anymore” “I guess they burned the dude’s spirit so his spirit was released, but the painting isn’t haunted anymore” “Cheekbones.” Spouse thinks Sarah is pretty

“Gross”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural s1 #supernatural rewatch

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doebt · 5 years

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ok i’m going to go to sleep i feel rly sick.. like today was okay but i feel bad

#i'm just so sick of everything and everyone and just the way things are #i'm rly trying so hard to be okay with it all but like. it straight sucks #like everything pretty much sucks #like it doesn't reeeeally... i'm like. happy #i rly am like ik i sound like i'm just telling myself that or something but dead serious i'm good #like i'm so good rn #but objectively.. everything is pretty bad #well it's rly just school and life stuff like my permit and grades and social circle stuff #and like college #it's not even fr serious i'm just bored of it all i guess #my dad forgot my smoothie at mcdonald's and i almost cried bc he felt bad about it #and i was like oh funk no... not getting back into the swing of that!#i'm so tired of my weird empathy problems!#he was like 'sorry i suck' and i almost crapped my pants!#not even empathy problems more just guilt #or something... it's weird #i don't think i'm like. especially kind or something.. i try to be but i don't think i inherently am #but god i feel like i feel everyone else's emotions tenfold... it drives me up the wall #anyways i feel so nasty from eating chicken nuggets rn god #good freaken nite

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heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3

Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.

Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.

🖇

One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”. You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?” He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.” You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”

“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”

“Better?”

“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.

”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”

“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words are a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...

“Lip, I don’t need someone.”

“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-” You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”

“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s crazy to me.”

“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”

“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”

“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”

“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”

“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”

“Not good enough for you.”

“Something like that.”

“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”

“It's the story of my life.”

“What?”

“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.

“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.”

“Haha.” You grin.

“I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”

“Can we stop talking about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

🖇

You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.

“Hey!” He said a little off.

“Lip, what’s up?”

“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.

“You doing okay there?”

“Yup! Having the bez time.”

“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”

“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”

“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.

“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something. “What’s this about?”

“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”

“I already knew.”

“What do you mean you knew?”

“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”

“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”

“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”

“You want to be with her that badly?”

“Yeah.”

“But, it doesn't feel so good.”

“Right.”

“You know why?”

“Yeah. I just said she has-”

“I didn’t mean the family thing.”

“Then, why?”

“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”

“This is meaningful to me.”

“I meant a healthy meaningful.”

“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.

“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you. You have to admit you're not in the best situation.”

“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”

“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”

“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”

”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”

“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.

“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.

🖇

After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer. You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.

“I can't talk now.” He said. You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”

“Helene. That's none of your business.”

“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.

“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.

“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”

“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”

“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”

“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I think this conversation is stupid and remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”

“You did it on purpose?”

“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”

“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with. Lip” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“Lip-”

“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.” As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"

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Let It Be Me

Summary: Choi San is many things. The most talented man you have ever seen. Be it on the dance floor or in front of a mic during a gig. He was the kindest person, always holding the door for the people behind him, helping the elderly carry things, even paying for strangers randomly. He got along famously with your parents and even better with your grandparents. He was charming like that, capturing the attention of anyone and everyone who even looked his way. He’s the love of your life, you’re sure of it but he’s also your best friend. Pairing: Boy Band AU!Choi San x F!Reader Words: 5.6k Genre: Angst/Smut

You’ve heard of a thing called platonic soulmates but it’s taken you years and years of watching Choi San grow to realize you weren’t. Well, you hoped you weren’t. Everything about him made your body erupt into a fire.

San looked at everything with adoration, finding all the good in life, including you. It was a double-edged sword, really. It made you feel special… important. But you could barely concentrate when his eyes were on you.

It didn’t help that he was gifted in pretty much everything; it made you nervous beyond belief. He’s pretty much perfect and as much as you wanted to be with him, you knew the odds of him liking you back were slim to none.

You’ve come to terms with it for the most part. It hurt to see him flirt with girls in front of you, hurt even worse when he started dating this awful girl named Areum. She didn’t give a fuck about him, actually. She barely responded to his calls and texts, going as far as blocking him one time. They fought nonstop. Every time you two hung out, San had a new dilemma to talk about. For some reason, San wouldn’t break up with her.

You had asked him after a night of you two getting drunk together, after another night of listening to his relationship problems. He laughed dryly, taking another sip of his beer, “I love her so much.”

Apparently, it was his “slow-motion” moment. He and his band had been wrapping up the night with their last song, soaking up every second they could have. Halfway through the song, San had noticed Areum in the front row. You were there too so you noticed the look on his face. A look you had never seen him make before. It basically tore your heart out when he told you that he couldn’t get “that beautiful girl” out of his head. She ended up becoming a dedicated face in the crowd so San asked her out.

You would’ve thought they were soulmates from the way they looked in the beginning. Lord only knows how they got to this point. How you got to this point, with San crying in your lap.

It was 10:00 pm when someone started banging on your door. You were enjoying a cup of coffee but you almost had a heart attack at that moment. You opened the door with shaking hands, hoping that whatever killer was on the side wasn’t actually a killer. Instead, you saw your best friend, with swollen red eyes, sniffling.

“Oh my god, San! You scared— what’s wrong?” You immediately dragged him in, locking the door behind you. He sniffled again as he slumped into your couch. You took a seat next to him and took his hand in yours. “Was it another fight?” You knew it wasn’t. In all the fights you had heard, San never cried.

“She was cheating on me… this whole time.” He hiccuped as he talked.

“That bitch.” You said under your breath. You held onto his hand a little tighter, trying to contain your anger.

“I went to her house tonight because she wasn’t responding to me again. I wanted to talk it out with her but she opened her front door in her underwear with some motherfucker sitting on her couch!” Although you had many words to say with Areum, you were speechless in front of San. What were you supposed to say? All you could do was scoot back on the couch and guide San's head onto a pillow in your lap.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “You can cry for as long as you want.”

And cry he did.

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The next morning was hard. You woke up on your couch sitting up-right with a terrible case of stiff-neck. That’s not the only reason it was hard. No, it was worse seeing San still laying on your lap. He was wide-awake, dark eye bags contrasting against his face. His eyes stared deep into the ceiling.

“What’re you thinking about, Sannie?” You started to run your fingers through his hair again and watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his body instantly relaxing.

His eyes opened again, “Why didn’t she love me?” You couldn’t respond, not that he let you. “I knew we weren’t perfect, knew she wasn’t perfect… but we always made it through the end of the day. I can’t believe she would do this to me.”

“It’s her loss.” You finally said. “You don’t need her anyway. It was her decision to cheat and you had nothing to do with it.”

San didn’t say anything after that, just continued to stare at your ceiling.

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The first few weeks were the hardest for sure. San had spent most of them at your place, barely leaving even for band practice. When he did practice with the guys he would leave early, only strumming a few chords on his guitar before deciding that it reminded him too much of Areum.

“He’s been really out of it.” Yunho, the bassist commented one time. San hadn’t even played that day. He just sat in the corner for an hour. You stayed behind for a few minutes and told San to wait in the car. You wanted to catch up with the other band members.

“Can you blame him? That bitch was… well, a bitch.” Wooyoung shot back, setting his drum sticks down.

“How has he been holding up?” Hongjoong asked.

You scoffed, “Have you seen the man? I don’t even think San’s there anymore! God, if I see her, it’s on sight!”

You did your best to help him through those weeks. You had been through a few hard breakups in the past so you understood that the early stages were the worst. You even used up all of your sick time to stay home with him. You had never seen him this gloomy. At one point, he went through five pints of ice cream in three days.

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It took three months for San to be even remotely okay. He started going to practice more and this time, he actually played. You couldn't say you were surprised. San loved playing with the band and you knew it was probably the only thing that would bring him out of his funk.

"You look good, man!" Hongjoong slapped his hand on San's back playfully and for the first time in months, San had his usual dimpled smile.

"I feel good." He replied, setting down his guitar and taking a seat next to you on the beat-up couch. "It's thanks to you, y/n"

Your eyes widened. "Me?"

He nodded. "You stayed up with me, didn't go to work, even made me breakfast when you knew I didn't have the energy to get off your couch."

You couldn't lie; your heart was racing. All you could do was stare back into his eyes with a goofy smile painted on your face. San put his hand on your thigh, skinship being normal between you two, especially within these past months.

Your friendship remained just that, a friendship, for the next month. You were okay with this, though. At least you had a small sliver of hope now that he was single. That tiny bit of hope that he'd love you back was able to tide you over.

Until one night.

San had come over for your weekly movie nights, an event you had been doing since high school but stopped doing because his ex got jealous easily. You tried calming your nerves as you sat next to each other, his arm wrapped around you.

You were so close you could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating. Maybe it was the fact that he was newly single now, filling up your thoughts even more recently, but his entire presence was overwhelming tonight.

“You alright, beautiful?” Since San was single now, his usual playful flirty side was coming out again. Just like everything else about him, you had a love-hate relationship with it. It doesn't mean anything. You had to remind yourself. He talked like this with everyone, especially when he wanted to get a rise out of his bandmates.

You gulped when you looked up at him. How could a man have this effect on you? You would think that after years of unrequited love, you'd be able to at least contain yourself. “Yeah.”

San gave you a dimpled smile, shifting his gaze to a piece of your hair, moving it behind your ear. Your mouth parts, probably to say something but you can't be too sure right now. If someone walked in, they would think you guys are about to kiss. Maybe you are... you want to kiss him.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you slowly lean forward, keeping your eyes on his lips. They look too good not to look at but you're also scared of seeing the look in his eyes, the potential disgust that might be taking over at the thought of your lips touching his.

Everything is moving in slow motion. From your hand caressing his cheek to the moment your lips make contact. He's stiff against you and you can only imagine that it's because he's uncomfortable. You start to pull away, dreading the awkward conversation you're about to have but San is quick. His hand grips your thigh and he's kissing you back with fervor.

Your head is spinning, Is this really happening? These sparks you're feeling all over your body, does he feel the same way? You push away any thoughts you're having, trying to focus on keeping up with San. You needed to enjoy this moment. Without realizing it, you swing your leg and straddle San's lap. He groans underneath you but before you can question it, he's giving you a reassuring squeeze on your waist.

You don't want to take the initiative of going further, but man, your hands are burning to touch his bare skin. Your hands, instead, rest on his shoulders, gripping and releasing every few seconds. As if he was reading your mind, San's hands move to the hem of your shirt and for the first time, you break the kiss.

The second your shirt passes your head, San's moving to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking to leave hickies that are sure to last a whole week. You're breathless, taking this as a sign to take off San's shirt. Your hands are all over each other, San's going from your cheek to unbuttoning your jeans, your fingers feeling his abs contract under your touch.

It feels like a flash. San suddenly laying you down on your bed, both of your clothes littered behind you on the floor, his lips still on your neck. It's only when he's about to insert himself does he stop and look at you with dark eyes. He doesn't give you enough time to question it, pushing himself inside you. You both gasp at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He grips your hip with one hand, the other holding the headboard like his life depends on it. He feels like he'll burst any second.

You're right there with him though, the mere feelings of this moment making you sensitive. "You're just big. Holy shit!"

It takes him a second, taking a moment to give both of you a moment to adjust before he moves inside you. You can't contain the sounds coming out of you as he hits all the right spots with ease. You couldn't have pegged San to have this big of a dick, yet here he was.

Before you can realize it, your hands are finding purchase on his back and your nails are sinking into his skin. He hisses above you but his thrusts get harsher and the moaning in your ear doesn't get any quieter.

"You feel so good... so warm and tight for me." He's practically whimpering into your neck. You try to keep your cool, trying not to cum so fast but he's hitting that spot inside you with ease.

Your nails dig into him deeper, "S-san," You stutter out. "Close... so close."

"I know... but you gotta wait for me. Can you do that?" His thrusts get faster and deeper, you don't even comprehend his words properly.

"Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me?" He's using both hands to clench onto the headboard now, the force making it harder to not cum. You just nod and wrap your legs around his waist. San is drilling into you with so much force and he's hoping that the bed isn't going to break. After a few more thrusts, he starts to get sloppy, and your vision's crossing.

"Alright, beautiful. Cum for me." He grunts out, trying not to cum at the feeling of you clenching around him. You finally let the waves of pleasure course through you, seeing stars. If you were lucid, you most definitely would have been embarrassed by the noises coming out of your mouth and your pussy.

With a loud sigh, San pulls out of you and releases onto your stomach. Almost immediately, he’s up and cleaning you, you’re body’s too tired to do anything but lay there. You’re surprised, because instead of leaving, San lays next to you, even going as far as pulling you close to him.

You have so much on your mind but you're too tired now.

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This goes on for weeks. Sometimes you would hang out. Sometimes do other things. Everything happened so fast. The friendship that you held so dear had become a muddled mess of lust and confusion. You obviously still had feelings for San but you had no idea where he stood.

You'd never even talked about the first time you guys had sex. When you woke up he was gone and when you saw each other again, he acted like nothing had happened. You didn't want to be that clingy girl who expected a relationship so you never brought it up. Now you're in this endless cycle of sleeping with each other and never addressing the elephant in the room.

What didn't help was how San was acting differently. He was much more touchy with you, always having to touch you in some way whenever you were together. His hand on your thigh, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, he did it all. Before the incident, you would have considered him touchy but that's nothing compared to him now.

Your hangouts started to become more elaborate as well. You guys were actually going out to movies instead of watching Netflix at your house. Small coffee shop hangouts started becoming intimate dinners. It was like you guys were dating. These dates gave you hope that he would eventually open up and ask you out properly but you didn't want to force it out of him. So, you just decided to go with whatever he wanted.

"Let's go ice-skating." The handsome man suggested his left-hand steering and his right hand on your thigh.

"You know I can't ice-skate." You deadpan, getting distracted by your fingers playing with his.

He glances at you with a honey-sweet smile before bringing his eyes back to the road. "I can teach you, ya know."

"Please, you just want to see me fall so you can laugh at me."

"That too."

San taught you how to ice-skate for maybe ten minutes. After that, he decided that it would be best to let you learn through trial and error.

"San, I'm literally gonna fall on my face!" You cried, your legs shaking as you attempted to walk on the ice.

"You're doing great. Just try skating to me." He held out his hand for you. Every time you got even remotely close to him, however, he would slowly start backing up. You were struggling around the rink but he made sure to sprinkle in encouragements so you wouldn't be too mad at him.

Just when you thought you were doing good, you got too cocky and propelled yourself towards San, wanting so desperately to close that gap. Your feet weren't pointed straight enough causing your left skate to hit your right, tripping you onto the ice.

"Holy shit, y/n! Are you alright?" San appears in front of you with seconds. Helping you up with ease. Your knees ache and you could feel the bruise forming on your hip.

“Did you not see me eat shit?” You bark out, now gripping his arm for dead life.

“I did but it’s always polite to ask.” You slap his arm playfully as he guides you off the ice and onto the benches. “Are you actually okay?”

You shook your head and pouted like a child. San chuckled to himself, seeing right through you. Instead of saying anything, he pecked your lips innocently and took a seat next to you. It was the first time he’s kissed you in public which only confused you further. Is he doing this on purpose? You really had to ask him.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to see San staring at you. It’s not until he’s moving a piece of hair out of your face that you’re snapped out of your thoughts. You jolt slightly and hum at him in response. He just shakes his head and returns his gaze to the people skating.

It was your turn to stare at him, to memorize his features for the nth time. He’s just as beautiful as he was two seconds ago and the butterflies are still strong. You open your mouth to question him about your relationship, finally building up the courage just when…—

“San? Is that you?” You freeze. Her, you think. That manipulative bitch.

“Areum?” San stands as if he’s been caught doing something bad like a child. She offers him a warm smile, completely disregarding you as always. You feel like you did during the concert. His eyes are no longer on you… but trained on her. You feel that distance he created on the ice growing bigger and bigger.

“What’re you doing here?” The man asks, still shocked to see her.

“Ah, I was just walking around.” The nerve of this girl to act like she didn’t do anything wrong. “What’re you doing here?” Her eyes land on you but she quickly looks back at him.

You stand this time. “We’re…” Don’t say it. Don’t be petty. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “On a date.” You entwine your arm with San’s.

Areum’s lip twitches in annoyance. “Oh?” She quirks a brow and glances at San. “Is this true?”

San freaks out without thinking and shakes his arm from yours. “No!— I mean like a friendly date, sure. We’re just hanging out like old times.”

There’s your answer.

His ex smiles with victory at your defeated state. “Well, we should catch up, San. I know we ended things on a bad note but I think we should talk.”

The car ride home was awfully silent. Usually, they were filled with laughter and off-key singing but tonight, you gave San short answers in his poor attempt to talk. When you entered your apartment, you told him you were going to bed early and that he should lock up when he leaves.

Instead, you feel his warm body climb into your bed and hold you at 12 am. As always, you didn’t tell him to leave. Because, as always, you couldn’t say no to Choi San.

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You wake up and San's not next to you but there is a text.

San : Sorry I didn't want to wake you but I left to go to practice. It'll probably end late today so if you feel up to it, come hang out. :)

Should you? Maybe it's just better if you pretend like nothing happened. Obviously, that's what he's doing. Besides, it’s not like his bandmates gave you false hope just to reject you in front of their ex. You end up going to the practice, a huge lump in your throat. If you brought up the situation, you're sure that whatever you guys had would be over the second you said anything.

Jongho, the lead singer, greets you with a smile and a nod in your direction as he warms up.

"y/n!" Wooyoung calls out, getting off of his drum stool and engulfing you in a hug.

You giggle on command, loving his enthusiasm. “Wooyoung, why do you always act like we haven’t seen each other for years!”

He smiles and whispers, “Don’t tell the guys I told you, but you’re like… our muse!”

You roll your eyes and pull away from his chest just to look at him, “I think you’re the only one crazy enough to even consider that.”

Wooyoung lets you go completely and returns to his drum set, you follow suit. “Maybe but you’ve been our number one supporter since day one! Plus you’re beautiful and beauty inspires art, does it not?”

Laughter erupts from you again at his cheesiness and your feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know who it was, the signature cologne giving him away.

“What’s so funny?” San’s smiling but you can tell there’s something different in his tone.

“Just exposing how important y/n is to the band.” Wooyoung sends you a playful wink, your cheeks burning slightly. San forces a laugh, something you don’t notice, before sitting you down on the couch.

After practice was over, you waited outside of the room for San so you could go back to your place. That wasn't the original plan but San insisted. The chilly air made you wrap your arms around yourself, internally scolding yourself over not bringing a jacket.

Wooyoung was the first to come out, fishing his lighter out of his pocket. He wasn't the only cigarette smoker in the group but he was definitely the one that smoked the most. He grinned at the sight of you, resting his hand in his pocket instead.

"Why're you waiting out here? It's cold as hell."

"Yeah... But I didn't want to get in your guys' way." You rubbed your hands up and down your arms trying to create heat. Wooyoung took off his jacket and wrapped it around you without hesitation. "A true gentleman." You remarked.

He put his hand on his chest, his face contorting to look hurt. "I've always been a gentleman. Even when I'm freezing my ass off."

Your eyes widened, ready to give the jacket back. "Woah there, missy. I gave it to you for a reason. We don't want our muse to die of hypothermia." The joke makes you laugh lightly. "You waiting on San?"

You nod, staring at the ground and rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “It’s been a lot of waiting recently.” You accidentally confess.

“Uh oh.” He leans against the wall. "I noticed something was different."

"What do you mean?" You hear your heartbeat through your ears and you find it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

"You guys are a lot closer... You guys are best friends, sure, but the air's been different between you two. He still doesn't notice how you look at him."

You scoff, "That obvious, huh?"

"To everyone but him, it seems. Can I be honest?" Wooyoung rolls to face you. You nod, now looking at him. "Unless you tell him how you feel, you'll be doing nothing but waiting on him."

"But our friendship-"

"If you're about to tell me that it's enough for you, so help me God, y/n, I will kick your ass." You laugh for the first time since the conversation started. You understand what you have to do. You guys have already crossed so many boundaries and clearly, he feels something for you, right?

The door to the practice room swings open and this time it's Yeosang and San. San's bright smile seems to falter as his eyes instantly land on the jacket that's wrapped around you. His eyes shift between you and the drummer then he strides to you, grabbing your wrist.

"Let's go?" You don't have time to answer. San's practically ripping the jacket off of you and throwing it at Wooyoung who barely catches it. This time, you don't miss the change in his tone. He replaces Wooyoung's jacket with his hoodie, not saying a word as he puts it on you.

Just like the night before, the tension in the car is thick but unlike last night, it's you who's trying to spark a conversation. San's knuckles are turning white as he drives and it's starting to worry you. You've never seen San this upset before and you're still trying to place the reasoning. Was it jealousy?

You pull up to the house, expecting him to follow you like he always does but he doesn't. Instead, he leaves the engine running and his eyes on the street. For some reason, this sets you off. This man had the audacity to pull away from you, act like you were just a friend in front of the ex that cheated on him, but gets jealous over you casually talking to another guy?

You scoff and unbuckle your seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. San was feeling extra temperamental tonight. He couldn't understand why he felt like this either. Maybe he was looking for a fight. He turned off the engine and followed you inside. Before you could close and lock the door, he stepped into your house.

"What is your problem?" You asked venomously.

"What is your problem?"

"I didn't have any problem until you decided to get all confusing!" You dropped your tote bag on the floor, turning to face him fully.

"I'm confusing? Are kidding me?" He huffs out, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Actually, I'm not. You've been driving me nuts since we started hooking up. I'm over it!" His lip twitches into a sarcastic smile. "What the fuck was that with your ex? You completely pushed me aside. She treated you like shit, remember? She cheated, she lied, and she manipulated you. Do you want to get back to-"

"You're not my girlfriend, y/n!" He cut you off. "God, it's like you don't know your place." Tears pricked your eyes but you felt more angry than sad. Angry, you've never felt this way with San before. You're experiencing a lot of firsts tonight. San immediately realizes what he said, how hurt you were. He took a step closer to you but you put up your hands, putting up your boundaries for the first time.

"No, you're right. It's not like you hold my hand wherever we go or put your hands on my waist in public. You don't smile at me sweetly during dates. We're not completely vulnerable with each other, telling each other things we'd never breathe to others. It's not like we fuck almost every day! Do friends do what we do? Please, enlighten me. What's my place?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have-" You're full-on bawling now, sucking in breaths where you can.

"I can't believe I've loved you for so long. I've torn my heart out for you and you just... you just throw it back at me like it's nothing!" His mouth opens but nothing comes out, instead he wraps his arms around you. You react once you feel him, trying to fight him off but he's stronger, trying to calm you down by hugging you.

You're screaming, all the feelings you've held inside bursting out of you, "Why can't you let me in?" You start to pound on your chest even though you know you shouldn't. You don't even notice that he's crying too. "Why can't it be me for once? Let it be me!"

"I'm sorry," He coos. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, your feelings making it hard to focus. San catches you though, guiding you to sit on the floor.

San does his best to understand what you're saying through your sobs. He wants to understand what he's feeling. He thought he was doing this to get over Areum but why was he doing all the other things? He could've just stuck to the bare minimum but he didn't. Better question, how had he not noticed your feelings?

San was so caught in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you had cried yourself to sleep. He was holding your head to his chest and he sighed, finally relaxing a bit. He couldn't really relax though, his mind still processing what you had said. He carried you bridal style to your room and thanking God that you had exhausted yourself.

San tucked you in and, after some hard debating, decided to lay in bed with you. He made sure that he wasn't touching you even though he knew he was going to leave before you woke up. He sighed to himself.

Even as you slept you were beautiful and he beat himself up for only now noticing how exhausted you looked. The man never understood why he was so willing and ready to sleep with you. He could acknowledge that there was steaming sexual tension but he never thought it would get this far. Nevertheless, you guys were in this situation; the very foggy area between friends and more.

Is this how you felt, absolutely terrified? You guys certainly couldn't go back to being friends after everything that's happened between you two. San's body started to shake as he silently cried. He couldn't even comprehend how much pain he's put you through these last few months.

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You're not surprised to find your bed empty the next day; you wouldn't be surprised if San had sent you a message ending your friendship and promptly blocking you. You stare at your ceiling with tears already prickling your eyes. You weren't going to check your phone for texts. You just went to work.

The day went by fast, your boss giving you plenty of work to distract yourself. You were doing just fine until you pulled up to your apartment to find Wooyoung waiting to knock on your door.

"Wooyoung?" The man turned around, almost like a deer in headlights.

"Oh- Hey!" He quickly put his hands in his jean pockets. You walked to your door silently, unlocking the front door and inviting him in.

“What can I help you with?” You try to be casual even though all you’re thinking about is San and how you know Wooyoung’s here to soothe whatever problem you guys are having.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase. Talk to San. It’s only been a day of you two fighting and all of us are tired of him sulking.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“He came into practice looking all down and he didn’t talk to any of us. He just went through practice barely saying ten words throughout the whole thing.”

"How do you know this has something to do with me?"

“… Do I look blind to you? Everyone knows something’s going on between you two.” Wooyoung sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened but I’m sure it was probably his fault. I’m not saying you should forgive him right away but just talk to him. Please?”

——

So now, here you are, outside his door. You took in a deep breath before knocking hard on his door. You couldn’t muster the courage to ask if he was home but there was no practice so you hoped for the best.

The door unlocked within a few minutes. “y/n?”

“H-Hi,” You stuttered out, feeling the weight on your shoulders get heavier. “Can I come in?”

San gestures you inside and you take a seat on his couch. There’s an awkward silence when he joins you and you can’t recall any other time it’s been like this. It was so easy to talk to San before but now you can’t even form a sentence.

“So—“

“What’d—“

You said at the same time.

“You first.” San breathed.

“I just figured we had a lot to talk about.”

"Right..." He brushed off his legs with a sigh.

"I like you, San- actually, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long and we slept together and it got messy. We've never talked about what we were after that night. You just made me a rebound and I turned the other way..."

His eyes burnt into your face and you were too scared to meet them. "I'm sorry. I never meant to put you in that kind of situation. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I didn't think about the way you were feeling."

San's warm hand grabs yours. "I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to see how you feel about me. I'm so sorry I said that you didn't know where your place was. Your place..." He takes a big deep breath, making you look at him, "Your place is right next to me. I lost you for one day and in that one day, I've realized what you really mean to me. I'm in love with you, y/n."

He places his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even notice. You're falling apart at his touch but you were so happy that he felt the same way and- Oh my god! Choi San was in love with you!

"You just said you were in love with me." You breathed, a smile breaking out on your lips.

"I did, didn't I?" He chuckles, closing the distance between your faces. Your breath hitches. "Are you going to give me a chance to love you for real this time?"

Your heart is going to burst and you don't really give it much thought.

"Yes."

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𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭

🍎Warnings: dark!peter parker, manipulation, innocent!reader, smut, triggering themes, oral (male receiving), HOLY FUCK THIS IS WRONG. But holy hell... is it erotic 😏

🍎Read at your own risk!!! You’ve been warned, don’t wanna see it then don’t read it.

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🍎A/N: I am kinda in love with the dark!peter genre of fanfic, so behold the first of many 🙃 THE READER IS IN COLLEGE

“Professor?”

The voice was soft, but with an empty classroom, it was heard by the only one left in the room after his last period, his eyes averting his paper that he was grading.

As her eyes met his from the doorway as she made a soft smile, her bag slung over her shoulder as she held a few books in her hand, her demeanor calm and gentle.

“Miss [l/n], what might I be able to help you with,” the young professor spoke, a genuine smile crossing his face, setting his red grading pen down on his oak desk.

The girl peeked her head past the doorframe, hoping that the classroom was truly cleared out. She was shy, and if there was even one person, she would mutter out a ‘never mind’ and go back to her dorm and settle for the evening. But luckily the room was desolate besides the one person she truly wanted to see.

But Peter was more excited to see her than he should have been. [y/n] was his favorite student, and after things fell out with MJ, he was actually quite lonely. But [y/n]... she was perfect for him. She was brilliant, stunning, but most of all she was innocent.

In the smarts department she was a genius. But when it came to everything and anything to with adult life and culture, she was naive. And a teacher was always up for teaching the inexperienced by any means.

“P-Professor, I was just wondering if you could help me with this paper. I just wanted you to proof read and tell me what I can do to improve it,” she went on, slowly walking towards Mr. Parker’s desk.

“Yes, I guess, I need a break from grading anyways,” he acted thoughtful, even though grading papers was the last thing that he wanted to do.

“Thank you,” she gave a small smile, taking a seat in front of his desk.

But what made his breath hitch made him want to shove everything off the desk and take her right there.

As she bent down to unzip her backpack and get her folder holding said assignment, Peter could see right down her shirt, her breasts on full display, the white bra she was wearing being exposed.

I wonder what color her panties are, so fucking pure, I wonder what noises she’ll make when I-

“Mr. Parker?” [y/n] spoke, visibly concerned, snapping him out of his lust-induced funk he was in, making him blink.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat, “please, why don’t you read it to me?” He suggested, resting his chin on his knuckles, his full attention on her.

“Oh, um, okay, yeah of course,” she laughed nervously, glancing down at her almost masterpiece.

But as she began to read the words in front of her, Peter was focused on something else more... distracting.

Even though only she torso could be seen over the top of his desk, his gaze trailed up and down her body, practically undressing her with his eyes, taking in every part of her, from the way her breasts looked against her sweater, or the way her hair perfectly fit her face, but most of all her lips.

He couldn’t help but think the most sinful things about them. What it would be like to kiss them, what they would look like wrapped around his cock or sucking on his fingers, or what they would look like if he came all over them.

He watched them as they moved, pronouncing each word with ease, the words she was speaking being practically unheard as she went on. And he didn’t miss the skirt that she was wearing when she walked in, perfect and white, something that just screamed “virgin”.

Time seemed to fly by as his thoughts drifted to sinful things, thinking about taking her on every surface in his classroom. On his desk, against the wall, even on top of the desk she sat at everyday in the front of the room.

“So,” she began to speak, Peter snapping into the real world again, “how was that? I think paragraph two was a little strange sounding, but does everything else sound okay?”

She was like an anxious puppy, emotionally vulnerable to criticism. But she was willing to take help if it would make her paper better. But that was in the back of the professor’s mind.

“It sounds amazing, you’re a really good writer, [y/n].”

This was the first time that the professor had used her first name, usually addressing her formally. It was strange to her, making her shift in her seat.

“I’ll tell you what. I have a special course,” he began, and of course, [y/n] always eager to learn, she perked up, “it a special one-on-one course. I save it for the smartest in each class.”

[y/n] was now completely focused on what he was going to say next, not knowing that this was the thing that would take a toll on her life as she knew it.

“That means you get a good grade on your paper there and even extra credit. It’s a little interactive, if you’re okay with that.”

[y/n] nodded hesitantly, Peter giving a smile that was hard to read, but the red flag went over her head, thinking that it was just another one of his friendly grins.

“Well, Miss [y/n], if you’ll take a seat at your normal desk, we can get started.”

She stood, making her way to her usual desk, taking a seat, Peter giving a shake of his head.

“No, no, take a seat on top of the desk, if you will,”

Without a word, she shifted, propping herself up on the flat surface, her hands folded in her lap, her legs swinging as her ankles crossed.

The position made Peter eager to get this going.

“Alright. Now, I’m going to do something, and I need you to understand that this is for a completely educational purpose, okay?”

[y/n] nodded, letting out a gentle “uh-huh,” before Peter got closer, a comforting expression visible on his face.

He nudged her thighs apart with his hands, treating her as if she might shatter. When he was finally positioned right where he wanted to be, he placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing her against him, her breath hitching, trying to keep the whimper she wanted to let out in her throat.

“I’m going to do something else now, then we can start the lesson,”

And without a response, he leaned in, his face going into the crook of her neck, laying a soft kiss. But one kiss turned into three, and soon the kissing turned into licking and nipping, the whimper now finding its way out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Peter was in heaven. Her skin was as soft as it looked, her scent smelling like peaches and cider, and he loved the way her neck felt under the mercy of his mouth.

“Your doing wonderful, [y/n],” he muttering into her skin, the vibration making her arms wrap around him, similar to a hug.

He continued, and just before he stopped, me stuck out his tongue and licked a strip up her throat and up to her earlobe, before mumbling, “I think you’re ready to start the lesson now...”

Before she could respond, he pulled back, beginning to speak again, her arms loosening from his torso.

“Now this is a lesson that most people learn in college, but they never learn it the right way,” he began, her anxious gaze meeting his calm and collected one, “what I’m going to give you is a gift. An opportunity not many girls your age get.”

“W-What class is this for...?” [y/n] muttered nervously, “I don’t know if I want this-,”

Peter’s eyes darkened, not liking the sudden disobedience. And she was doing so good...

“You want the extra credit right? Would hate to see what it would do to your perfect grade if you missed out on an opportunity like this,” his voice was dark as he looked into her wide and frightened eyes, “don’t you want a good grade?”

[y/n] nodded, hating to think that there was ever a chance she would get a less then satisfactory grade in her favorite class.

“Good girl,” his voice softened, his hand running up and down soothingly as she began to lose tension, “I just want what’s best for you. You are my favorite student after all.”

[y/n] whispered a small ‘thank you’ but her breath hitched as she felt his hand drift farther up her thigh, up and under her skirt. With a small whimper, he touched her covered clit, making her jump.

She had never even touched herself there, the only thing close being when she would drive over a steep hill and she felt a strange feeling in her gut.

“What are you doing?” She anxiously whispered, Peter shushing her.

“Shh, this is the first lesson. Repeat after me. Pleasure is key.”

She silently repeated. She had never really had a class about something close to this accept for the sex talk they gave whatever many years ago in high school.

She felt so dirty. But what he was doing felt so good.

His actions progressed, pulling her panties to the side, his index and pointer fingers drifting across her folds. She whimpered, her nails latching onto his shoulders, her forehead now resting on his shoulder as she tried to wrap her head around what she was feeling.

“Look at you, your so wet... virgins get wet so easily...,” he growled, finding her clit quickly, making her grasp tighter onto him.

She felt as if she was in a movie. A dirty movie that her friends would sometimes put on. And every time, [y/n] would close her eyes during the sex scenes. But now it was like she was in one.

“I need you to slip off your skirt and your panties, alright? It’s time for another part of the lesson.”

Her nod was full of reluctance, but she did as she was told, her body betraying her mind. Peter watched as her clit was exposed, and absolutely hairless.

He felt like a kid on Christmas. All that time waiting, and finally seeing his gift. And it was just what he had asked for.

“I’m going to slip off your shirt and your bra now. This part requires you to be completely nude,” he said sternly.

Before she would absorb his words, her arms were pulled up, her sweater slipping off, her bra not too soon after. And unlike any other boy would, Peter removed it with ease with no trouble at all.

He stepped away, looking at his favorite student. Her hair was ruffled, her clit swollen as she stayed with her thighs spread, her breasts looking more perfect in person then he ever thought they would.

So many nights had he stroked his cock to the thought of her. The thought of what her body would look like. What sounds she would make. And most of all what she would look like on her knees.

“Absolutely stunning. Get on your knees, princess,” he pointed in front of him.

“Why?”

As soon as it left her mouth she wanted to stuff the word back in, the look in her professor’s eyes making her stomach tense.

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” He gritted, “I won’t ask again.”

She then scrambled to the ground, on her knees and looked up at him, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.

His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing against her bottom lip, her doe eyes attached to his wandering ones.

“Pleasure is key, remember? And because you don’t have a partner, you’ll be mine. Now the first part is with your mouth. I’ll show you how to do it to me. And then I will do it to you, understand?”

“Mhm.” She nodded, his hands reaching for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, her eyes glued to his hands.

As soon as he pulled both his pants and boxers down, stepping out of them, [y/n] was transfixed at the sight of such a falic part of the male body.

She had never seen one up close and in person before. It was flushed pink and twitching as if it had its own heartbeat.

“Take it in one of your hands,” and she did as he said, “now cup my balls princess,”

The instructions were easy enough. But it was hard to do. For her at least.

The contact to his cock and the sight of his favorite girl on her knees for him was enough to get him to cum on the spot. But he would rather cum down her throat.

“Open your mouth, [y/n].” He instructed, and she did as he demanded, tears almost forming, “now stick your tongue out,”

She looked so perfect like this. He was ready to make this angel a little less holy. To teach her that this was only something he could give her.

“So good for me,” he weaved his hand through the back of her head and in her hair, pulling her in closer, “put it in your mouth, princess, I’ll do the rest, yeah?”

She couldn’t help but lick it first before putting the tip in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, hoping that she was doing a good job.

But she was suddenly jerked foreword, his cock going into her mouth, his tip poking at the mouth while she gagged. Tears welled up in her eyes, making Peter reach for her hand, holding it as he pulled back out, before sliding right back in roughly. Soon he set a steady pace, the girl below him desperately trying to steady her breaths.

Tears streamed down her face, her mascara ruined, her lips swollen, her hands holding onto his thighs to anchor him. She whimpered and whined against him, wanting to stop but the vibrations from her protest only spurred him on, fucking her face, his perfect little toy.

This was everything he had imagined and more.

“Such a good girl, just like that, you’re doing amazing - fuck -,”

A few more thrusts and he was right on the edge, his hand gripping on her hair tighter and his pace faster.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum down your throat, princess, just keep going-,”

When the warm liquid finally oozed out, she began to cough in her desperation for air. He pulled out, grabbing her jaw as he came on her face as she coughed up his cum, sobbing as she gasped for air.

And even though she was almost choked to death by her teacher’s cock, she still managed to let out a rough whimper: “Did I do good?”

“Yes, [y/n], you did absolutely amazing.” He panted, his face flushed, “I think you’ve learned enough for today, we’ll pick this back up tomorrow.” He sighed, grabbing his pants and slipping them back on and the girl scrambled to find her clothes.

Soon enough she was fully dressed, grabbing her bag. But she was soon pulled back by her arm, now facing Mr. Parker.

“Remember, [y/n], this club is only for my best students. Nobody else can know, or else they’ll all want to join. We can’t have that...,” he said quietly, giving a sweet kiss to her forehead as she closed her eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Parker...,” she muttered, hugging him gently, “thank you for the opportunity.”

“Of course. You are my favorite student after all.”

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