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hwadess · 4 months

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the way you bend, the way you break (c.bg)

so i did a poll for this a couple of days ago, and it had about 90% of you guys say that you guys wanted me to post this sub!beomgyu fic!!! sooooo… here it is. i am so embarrassed to post this but ill be fine omg, here’s yall food!

MDNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

smut warnings: sub!beomgyu x dom!femreader, pet name usage (good boy, puppy), reader gets called mommy, masturbation (m), handjob, piv, sex flashbacks, borderline mindbreak on beomgyu’s end i can’t lie, dacryphilia/crying during sex, beomie so needy fr, nothing more i think.

word count: 1,197 i think. pretty sure

song i wrote this to:

smut is under the cut!

beomgyu just couldn’t seem to help himself. his brain was working overtime. god… the thought of you—naked, sitting above him looking down at his shivering frame—floods his mind. the blankets discarded to the sides of his bed does nothing to help his body stop feeling as if it’s on fire, his skin hot to the touch all over. his breathing becomes much heavier, nearly beginning to pant as he feels cock twitching in his pajama pants, slowly getting more hard and heavy the more he thinks about you.

you, oh my god.

an absolutely sinful memory plays back in his hazy mind of the last time you had your pretty hand wrapped gently around his swollen cock, letting him fuck up into your fist in such a desperate way that it was almost pathetic. “my my…. so needy my puppy….” he can hear you say so clearly, although it’s just his thoughts tormenting him.

he sighs heavily and whines. fuck, he’s so hard. it hurts. poor baby is so deep in thought that he can nearly feel it, closing his eyes, reliving it.

his vision was so fuzzy but he still managed to make out you looking so sinfully up at him, eyes half-lidded from the sight that is unfolding in front of you, tears pooling at the bottom of his glassy, empty, blown-out eyes. he was meer seconds from the tears building up so much that they down his pink blushed cheeks. you hum in approval when he realizes you noticed he was tearing up, earning a twitch from his poor cock.

“cry, puppy…”

sniffles and pants seep into the atmosphere of the empty hotel room, he can’t take this. his cock was throbbing. his shaky hands that were gripping at the hoodie he was wearing now started to make their way down to free his cock from the confines of his pants. he hisses at the contact, “p-please do something…”

he wraps his long fingers around his length, slightly squeezing it, imagining your fingers were the ones around his cock instead. he subconsciously squeezes a bit tighter, but he doesn’t think about how it’s because it feels a little bit more like how you grab his cock. god he remembers it too well. beomgyu begins moving his fist up and down his length at a slow and steady pace, cock jumping at his own ministrations. trapping his swollen bottom lip between his teeth, making it match the blush spreading across his cheeks.

he’s so overwhelmed, his mind wandering helplessly.

he’s now dizzy, flashing back to when you had him against the sofa. so gone, aching cock pressed up against your clothed cunt, your hips desperately grinding down to spread your wetness over his cock that was begging to be buried in you. “please l-let me put my cock in you p-please…“ beomgyu barely gets out. you laugh, he’s cute. his cock throbbing under your clit just felt too good. “so so so fucking good- aaaah-aah… like that…”

beomgyu begins to pump his leaking cock faster, his eyes rolling back. his hand subconsciously going up and down the whole length as the beads of his precum dribble down into the small space between his hand and his pulsating cock to make the glide a lot easier. “f-fuck…”

he can feel his balls tightening as he remembers more from that same memory, and what it was like when you finally let him shove his cock into your warm, wet cunt after teasing him for so long. losing yourself in the way he gasped out your name weakly, but oh so prettily for you. your soaked velvety walls dragging against your baby’s cock so nicely. beomgyu let’s out a pained whimper at that thought, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open at the memory, spit glistening his bitten lips.

beomgyu can so clearly recall how you immediately started moaning when he was able to let you use his cock, hips noisily slamming down onto his. your hands grabbing at his arms as you try and grip onto his triceps, nails digging into his flesh, leaving deep imprints, making him hiss. using his hand he moves it up your chest to mindlessly grab onto your breasts.

you were getting increasingly wetter each time you lowered all the way onto him as your juices pooled down his cock, dripping onto the sofa at this point. you were “s-so f-fucking wet…” and you could hear it. loud. and the sound only turned him into a braindead puppy, spurring him on to letting you use him as hard as you needed to cum. “feels so g-good..” you growl out, you’re staring down at him in awe like he’s the prettiest boy in this world and he’s going to fucking lose it.

“f-fuck mommy… th-that spot feels so good.” beomgyu moans out just like he did with you. his fist matching that same hard and fast pace you were taking him at in that memory. but, fuck, it will never be as good as your tight cunt creaming all over your puppy’s cock when he hits that exact same gummy spot he’s imagining slamming his cock into right now.

fuuuuck…. he can feel his orgasm coming. fast. hard. s-so hard. his brain is becoming mush. he starts to become a lot more desperate, whimpering so loud that anyone can hear, and throwing his head back as he lets his hips fuck into his fist, now decorated with his precum. he wishes it was your soaked pussy dripping down him instead.

he feels the euphoria of his orgasm get closer, hes pathetically gasping for breath, his large palms gripping the sheets that are now mangled around him, trying to ground himself as much as possible. “aaah fuck… ’m so… close m-mommy….” his head pressing backwards into the pillows, his hair messily spread over his eyes, as your hips fuck back down onto his cock to use his swollen, leaking, dark red cock— but it’s his fist, he remembers.

beomgyu’s eyes screw shut and his eyebrows knit together as he remembers the feeling of his mommy cumming on his cock, clenching so tightly. the way your legs close and quiver around his also trembling body. the way you become even tighter, cunt suffocating his overstimulated cock, milking out all of your pretty puppy’s cum into your cunt.

“g-god.” he shakily exhales again as he cums, hard. tears finally breaking free down his flushed cheeks and his cum shooting out wildly as he points his cock upwards to let it land on his hoodie, one of his favorite oversized ones that you let him borrow when he goes away, the last of the cum that he works out of his sensitive cock puddles around his shaft and down his hand.

“so messy puppy….“ you hum, collecting the cum leaking out of you on your index and middle fingers and bring it to beomgyu’s mouth to clean it off. “good boy….”

beomgyu shudders. he has to sit there for a second trying to control his uneven breathing.

fuck, he can’t wait to see you soon.

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dykeomania · 6 months

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PLS write smut for Hazel from bottoms..I need her so bad I fear..maybe like subtop!hazel..is her having a strap too far..I need her..

this is not. a full fledged fic. but this is the first time in a sec that ive let myself be inspired by an ask. this is weirdly switcher and just pure gay-sexier than it is subby!hazel. lmk if you want things to get subbier, bc i can probably do that. but for rn i have.. this image.. and i want you to walk with me on this but also hold my hand because i'm #supershy,

(minors [including 17 year olds 🙏🏽] dni fr, under the cut: not that proofread. strap lol (r!r), foul language, breeding... language... (my bad) (hazel has a strap tho), subtop!hazel except i could've made this shit so much worse so i guess switch!hazel but like, switch!reader, idk everyone's just a whore. there's an "i love you" (or.. multiple, i guess). there's a mirror. there's a vibrator. purely stream of consciousness, i don't even think the position they're fucking in makes physical sense fr. i was bored and i was thinking, so i wrote a lot. this whole thing is not realistic btw. i have very little confidence that hazel's blowing anyone's back out, but. it's my first day out in a min so i'm rusty. all respect to the community. next time when i pull up, i'll offer something a little more tame and saccharine as opposed to [exaggerated p*rnstar moans!!!]. reblogs and whatnot appreciated.)

so, i have this .. picture.

of you putting a bullet vibe in the pocket of hazel's strap before she fucks you from behind for the first time.

she eventually finds the confidence to blow your back out, and tbh, you think it's gonna end with you seeing stars because you can already hear the fucking lottery machines going off in your head. she's fucking you so well, and hazel's problem is that you're letting her know.

at first she thinks she's going crazy. but those fucking mewls into the pillow over how deep she is, how she's making you feel so good, how you've missed her so much, are sending shocks through her clit that the vibe keeps amplifying, everytime her pelvis hits your ass.

if she thrusts hard enough, which god knows she does, it almost makes her buckle over.

you're left clenching the sheets, and gasping against the linen while she fucks you, taking you in a way that's so uncharacteristically perverse that you don't even have the brain capacity to ask yourself why you didn't ask her to take you like this, sooner. her thrusts are quick and shallow, her words breathy and a little sharp. with every jolt of your body forwards as she experimentally blows your back out, it's like you feel yourself becoming more and more removed from this fucking planet. you can't help but cry -- sob, even -- as she makes you into a mess of limbs, leaving you tugging at your tits in one split second, and gripping at the sheets the next.

something happens, though.

where her hips rut into yours in deep, hard thrusts, spaced out by what feels like eternities, you can hear her. she's moaning now, breath quickening and chest rippling everytime her crotch hits yours at a particular angle. she's mewling, and unless you're hallucinating from how fucked up you are, you can hear her --

"fuck... f--uuh--ck, fuck, fuckfuck..."

-- silently beginning to whimper.

the girl goes from bullying your cunt to burying her strap deep enough in it to make the apex of its curve nudge against your g-spot, in a way that leaves your mouth hanging wide open with nothing spilling out of it maybe other than drool, but...

it's the slick warmth of hazel's back pressed nearly flush against yours and the heat of her breath against your shoulder that makes your eyes flutter open, facing your reflection in the floor-length mirror stationed across from hazel's bed.

hazel's in it so deep, you can't even see the strap anymore. and by no exaggeration, it's like an earthquake pulses through her body everytime she nudges her hips into your ass, making your vision blurry. she's rutting into you. greedily grinding her strap into your cunt in the effort of chasing her own high.

it wasn't a secret that hazel was sensitive. more often than not, the poor girl writhed against your mouth whenever she let you put it on her ("let you" is a loose sentence -- she begs for it, sometimes). you don't even know why you're surprised that your girlfriend is getting this close over having a bullet vibe pressed against her clit, hardly protected by fabric. "b--babe--"

what sounds like a plea, amongst the feeling of hazel's thighs trembling against the back of yours, inspires something sinister inside you.

you wind your hips against her, pressing back against the strap and the toy. the sight of your ass rolling against hazel's pelvis, combined with how good it feels is gonna actually, like, make hazel fucking--

"don't cum."

she loses her breath, entirely, and her rhythm, apparently. she slows, as if that was her body's instinct to obey your orders, despite the string of breaths that tumbles out of her mouth. "n-- wha-- fuck, no, nonono--"

you wind your hips deeper into hers, extracting a moan from your own throat -- fuck, maybe your gut, since that's how deep you could feel her. you press your ass into her until you feel the buzz of the vibe against folds, the frequency of it changing and humming as you press it further into her clit. "y--es," you grit. "don't fucking cum yet, hazel."

the dull, rolling vibrations through the fabric of the strap draw hazel's eyes into the back of her head, and then closed. she's grunting now -- or all of the above -- and she tries her best to unchap her lips, fruitlessly dragging over them. the little breaths she takes through them only brings them back to being puffy, pink, and a gateway of noise that gives evidence to struggle.

"gonna let me count you down?" you puff out your sentence in one breath, and hazel can fucking hear the grin in your still-fucked-out tone and it makes her whine louder.

"yeah? gonna fuckin' let me count you down so you can cum in me, haze?"

cum.. in you. three words that you'd never even fucking uttered to her before this, and that she never fucking thought she would ever hear and.. it looks like she can't complain, because her eyes roll into the back of her head and hazel swears that she -- at least, briefly -- meets jesus christ, "oh my god--," hazel slurs, hips rolling impossibly deeper into yours, it's a miracle she hasn't swabbed your cervix yet -- "ohmygod, oh my god--"

"three..."

ohfuck. ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck,ohfuck. it's the soft chorus that she whispers to herself as she starts to fuck herself into you, again, opting for thrusts as a means of trying to regain control with no consideration for your demise. the vision of her blurs in the mirror, and you feel your fists grasping at her sheets again.

"fuck--" you croak. "t--two.."

she pulls you further into her, and at this point, hazel's okay with being written off as a lost cause, 'cause fuck, it's not like she has a choice. the strap brief is soaked and it's entirely your fault, and god, she throws her head back. a mess of words, a mess of sensations, hazel just blurts, "oh my g--od--i love you--"

you burst out laughing at the random proclamation, admist everything.

she forces her head down to watch you, jaw hung open. and at this point, she's just speaking. rambling and slurring and gasping, tears-in-eyes-in-awe-and-all, as she watches you throw your ass back against her.

"iloveyou so much, you're so f--ucking hot, whatthefuck?--"

there's something weirdly sweet about it. something that makes your cunt clench around the strap in a way that hollows you out shortly thereafter, and lets hazel hit that fucking spot just right. before you know it, you're wherever hazel is, cunt fully creaming around the silicon.

"i love you--" you dumbly spit out a giggle, a gasp causing a steam of spit to cascade off your bottom lip and onto hazel's navy sheets. "babe," you warn. "ohfuck, ohmyfuckinggod, you're gonna make me cu---"

"fuckingsayone," hazel, unbelievably pleads while she unbelievably spears her strap into your cunt. "oh my fucking god, say one, please, please, pleaseplease--"

she starts begging. unprompted. "it's s-so good, it's so, so good, feels so fucking good, wanna c--um in you--" and she probably repeats it. probably repeats that she wants to cum in you until she's blue in the face and,

"o-one--"

until you let her.

the noise that's ripped from hazel's throat is .. embarrassing. virginal, almost. fully reverberates off the walls, and she trembles. her clit convulses against the vibe, twitching with every short stream of her release and she folds. poor girl was holding your hips for something -- for reassurance, to get a grip, dear life, perhaps? as her hips languidly fuck and press into the surface of your ass., rocking your near limp-frame after you've pretty much creamed all over her strap.

hazel hangs over you for god knows how long, dark hair shaggy and some strands stuck to her forehead in wavy wisps. cheeks flushed, and lower lip bitten to hell. the bullet vibe fucking dies, thank god almighty, because god knows she was not in any shape to reach down and turn it off.

she stays like that for a while, until she you feel her again. this time, only gentler, and much more like herself. soft hands caressing the skin of your back, her breath warm and shaky as she peppers a splay of kisses across your skin.

as you come from the surface of your own high, you feel yourself hum. still full of her, and dizzy with it. despite it, you manage -- slurring, slightly.

"haze?"

there's a hum, somewhere.

"did that really feel that good?"

hazel distantly nods, brown locks brushing against your back.

"uh.." hazel frowns, letting out a weak laugh. "y-yeah, honestly."

the mental note gets filed away somewhere deep in the haze of your brain and you grin, when you press your ass one against her just for shits and giggles and hear her gasp, from the sensitivity of it alone.

"that's my girl."

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #lesbian #wlw #lgbt #bottoms 2023 #merry fuckin christmas #i am logging out see you in like 12-15-35 hours

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lunicho · 5 months

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(send riize asks to @angeltsan)

{𐙚 10:43} l. anton + l. sohee

♡ 3.8k | dom!anton, subby inexperienced!sohee, fem!reader, cuckholding, oral (f!receiving), premature ejaculation, unprotected sex (don't be like them), cumming inside, cum eating, anton is kinda an asshole, sohee is kinda pathetic

♡ a/n: DON'T READ THE LAST SENTENCE OMG ITS SO BAD IM SORRY,, im so bad at ending fics,,, anyways its been tew long since i wrote smth new so feast my loves,, i've kept y'all starving fr (i'm sorry) also new fic layout 😝😝 gonna be updating stuff on my blog so yeahhh.

you'd been with anton for a while. over that time you've come to learn a lot about him and things that he likes. of all the things you've learned, this might be the craziest one.

a momentary silence fell over the room as you looked down at your hands, fiddling a little. you crossed your arms over your chest and thought hard. “okay wait.. you wanna do what?”

anton tried to explain again, his voice quiet, “well sohee likes you.. and i know you like him and i'm okay with that.. i think we should let him have sex with us.. at least once.”

you continued thinking, “i mean yeah i like sohee, but i don't know if i like him like that.. a- and how long has he liked me?” you were sort of struggling to wrap your head around the whole thing, the idea of sohee liking you as more than a friend never crossing your mind.

“the same amount of time i've liked you, we both wanted you originally.. i just ended up being the one to make it official.” you frowned a little at this, suddenly feeling bad for sohee. you don't know if it was pity or if you really wanted this but something in you wanted to say yes to the whole idea.

you weren't vanilla by any means when it came to sex but bringing one of anton's close friends into your bed was a little daunting, the idea of being the reason to ruin their friendship scared you. anton contrasted from you, he had a very calm demeanor about the whole thing, this both intrigued and intimidated you.

“okay, we can do it..” you looked up at anton from where you sat, watching his eyes light up. he placed a large hand on the back of your head, just his gaze made you feel small. with his other hand he hooked a finger under your chin to tilt your head upward, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. his kisses alone could take your breath away.

when you first got with anton he was nothing like this. he was shy, awkward, and honestly just overall submissive to you but the more you got to know him and the more confident he got, his personality began to really come out. he's still like that sometimes but the way he kisses you, the way he carries himself at times, even the way he fucks you is so different.

you whimper under your breath, pulling away slowly moments later, your teeth tugging at your lip gently, “so when do you want to do this?” you gazed up at the boy, your arms wrapping around him as you wait for his response.

“i'll bring him over.. we can kind of feel things out you know? maybe watch some movies and have some snacks beforehand?” you nod at this, a wave of nerves washing over you, “what if something goes wrong? like what if you and sohee aren't friends after this?”

anton chuckles at you, his cocky demeanor making you press your legs together. “we're still friends after i got the girl he wanted, what makes you think he wouldn't want to be friends after this? i’m practically doing him a favor.”

you nod at this, it's somewhat true, but you didn't want to let it bother you, anton was relaxed about it and this was his friend after all so you were okay with it.

you'd never paid much attention to the way sohee interacted with you until now. the way his hands would pull away extra fast when you'd hand him things, the fear of accidentally touching you taking over him. you even noticed the way he stared at you when he thought you weren't looking, you'd caught him out of the corner of your eye a few times now.

you brought a bowl of popcorn over to the coffee table that was in the middle of your living room. the tv was on, waiting for commands from the remote.

sohee sat alone on the couch to the side of the one you were on, the bottoms of his feet facing the tv and he kept his eyes trained on the screen, or at least that's what he wanted you to think. you see him now though, zoned in at the way he stares at your leg that's poking out of the blanket or how he just stares at you while you reach for another handful of popcorn.

you were sat in anton's lap, his back leaned against the arm of the couch while you laid on your side cuddling into his chest. you couldn't help the way your gaze wandered to sohee, curiosity flooding your mind. you'd never thought about him differently, he'd always just been anton's friend but you'd be lying if you said you still thought of him that way now.

you wondered what he'd look like naked, how his lips would feel on yours, how it'd feel to have his and anton’s hands on you at the same time, the thought made you squirm slightly in your spot.

“mind wandering?” you turned to anton with a smile, your head gently nodding. anton adjusted you in your spot, your back now flush to his chest. there was a small blanket lazily thrown across the two of you, the fabric covering your lap slightly.

anton's hands were gentle on you, big but delicate. you weren't looking at the tv at all anymore, your mind focused on the feeling of anton's hands on your body. he drags his hands across your waist and hips, fingertips slightly sliding across the waistband of your shorts.

he'd specially requested for you to wear this pair of shorts, it happened to be his favorite pair and apparently sohee's as well. the two of them seemed to have a lot more in common than you originally thought. anton also specially requested that you “forgot” to wear panties tonight.

his hand easily dipped into your pants, two of his fingers falling to your wet hole. he firmly dragged two fingers up your cunt, wetting it fully in the process. you breathed out of your nose, your legs opening up more for him.

his pointer and ring fingers push your lips apart, his middle finger lazily flicking your bud up and down. neither one of you faced the tv at this point, anton placed lazy kisses on your shoulder while you soaked up the pleasure.

anton speaks in a barely audible murmur into your ear, your eyes slowly peeling open at the sound of his voice, “let's show you off, call for him baby.”

you nod along with what he said, your mind already feeling foggy. he dips both fingers into your hole, his long slender fingers curving up into you, “s-sohee..”

he visibly perks up at the sound of your voice, his body stiffening. he was trying so hard to mind his business, you and anton moving around was so hard to ignore. he suspected something was going on but the sound of the movie drowned out the slick noises of your pussy.

anton moved the blanket off of your lap, his fingers thrusting in and out of you harder than before. “wanna come see the pussy you've been dreaming about?” anton's tone is dripping with lust and cockiness. he's smiling at sohee, his free hand moving to grab a handful of your breast.

your hand grips onto the arm he's fucking into you with as you feel yourself getting closer, you squeeze your eyes shut, a string of moans escaping your lips.

sohee's frozen where he's at, already embarrassingly hard all of this is too much, he can't believe what's unfolding in front of him.

the sound of your moans as you cum on anton's hand catches sohee's attention, he admires your beautiful expression, the one he'd daydreamed about for so long.

your breathing is ragged, your head leaning back on anton's shoulder as you catch your breath. he let's go of your breast and uses that hand to gently grip your throat, his lips peppering kisses on your cheek as he pulls his soaked fingers out of your shorts.

he rubs the backs of his fingers against your lips, your mouth opening for him. he slides the pads of his fingers down your throat, leaning to your ear once again. “invite him over.. let him play with you.”

you lift your head off his shoulder,, your shorts sticking to your slick. “wanna come over here? wanna sit by me?” you pat the spot in between your legs, almost like you're calling over a puppy. sohee hesitates, his eyes trained on you.

you could tell sohee was a bit more like anton used to be, again, shy, timid, a little awkward, and definitely not as dominant as anton is now.

sohee nods weakly, walking over to you, unable to look either of you in the eyes, especially not anton. he didn't expect for this to somehow be so humiliating for him. he sat in front of you, shivering when he felt your hand gently rub down his arm. this made you smile, “relax hee.. i don't bite.”

sohee let out a shaky breath, his eyes finally meeting yours. you brought your hand up to his cheek, caressing it gently. anton stood up as you did this, his hands moving to your shoulders. when he moved you readjusted, one of your legs resting gently on sohee's lap.

you could feel how hard he was under your leg, his breath hitching in his throat when you put the slightest bit of pressure on his cock. you noticed how small it was, especially in comparison to anton's but you thought that was so endearing, smiling at the idea.

anton leaned down to your ear, his whispers tickling you slightly, “show him how you kiss me, how you make me feel good..” he places small nibbles and kisses from your ear down to your shoulder. you shut your eyes at this, a shiver falling down your spine. his firm hands grip onto your shoulders, lightly massaging them in his grasp. you sigh contently at the feeling of anton's hands on your body.

you open your eyes again, they immediately meet sohee's pretty round orbs. “you alright if i kiss you?” you look down at his lips, suddenly noticing how pretty and soft they are. you smile and chuckle a little, noticing a few crumbs of popcorn on his lips.

you cup his jaw in your hand, your thumb wiping away at the bits of popcorn. he wordlessly accepts your question, his head nuzzling into your grasp. you pull him in, the taste of salt spreading across your mouth when you swipe your tongue along sohee’s lip. you're quickly able to take control of the kiss, one of your hands moving to the back of his head.

he pushes into the kiss, his body moving forward. sohee's desperate in the way that he kisses, the passion is definitely there. you can tell he's been waiting for this moment with the way he's carrying himself at this point.

your hand snakes into the hair on the back of his head, your fingers taking hold of the strands there. you pull him away from you, a smile creeping into your face at the way he whines at the feeling of you tugging at his scalp as well as the loss of your lips.

at this point you're more into this idea than you thought you'd be. you don't yet let go of sohee's hair, your gaze trailing up anton's body until you meet his eyes, his stare filled with satisfaction.

“should i let him fuck me ton? don't you think he's waited so long, so patiently?” your gaze falls back on sohee, his eyes are unconsciously pleading for you. you let go of his hair, your hand caressing his face again.

anton nods at you with a shrug, “i mean, he won't be able to fill you up like i do. his cock is so tiny, don't know if he'll even be able to make you cum.” you notice the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips, his smile widening at the sound of sohee’s sad whines.

“be nice ton! i'm sure he can make me feel good anyways, it's not always about size, right hee?” the boy nods eagerly, another whine leaving him at the nickname you call him. “i- i can do it! can make you feel so good!” he's both shy and desperate in the way he speaks to you, you're getting impossibly wetter by the second.

anton chuckles to himself again, his hands moving to readjust himself, he's so hard by this point but he's holding himself off.

he gets behind you once again, his hands grabbing onto the bottom of your top. he pulls it over your head, leaving you with your bra on. he tosses your top onto the table, his eyes staring at sohee.

sohee, although still fully dressed, feels naked under both of your gaze. he'd never seen anton have this look in his eyes before. he focuses back on you and the way you're laid out before him.

“go on hee, take my shorts off.” your gaze is heavy on sohee, performance anxiety slowly trickling in. you cuddle back into anton, fingers intertwining with his as they rest on your chest, your legs open in front of sohee.

with a shaky hand, sohee reaches for the waistband of your pants. he looks so cute right now, shyly moving your shorts down your body. you lift up to help him take them off your legs, the piece of clothing falling to the floor.

sohee bites his lip at the sight of your glistening pussy, swallowing hard as if his mouth was watering over it. “can i.. can i taste you first?” his voice is small and shy, but his fingertips run along your thigh, making you breath out a small moan. anton snorts at this, already knowing how it’ll play out. he leisurely runs his free hand up and down your body.

you nod eagerly at his question, your hole clenching around nothing. sohee notices this as he adjusts his position, laying on his stomach in front of you. luckily the couch is a little bit longer but one of sohee's legs still hangs off the couch, the other resting against the cushion but he doesn't mind.

you think he looks a little silly but don't pay it much mind, finding him too pitiful to laugh. his thumb shyly runs up your slit, his big eyes looking into yours for a second. he smiles to himself, his excitement evident.

although he asked to taste you, he actually wasn't too sure what to do, he tried to recall what he'd seen in porn videos but his mind was blank. anton noticed this and he smiled about it a little.

“you don't even know what to do, huh?” anton knows sohee lacks experience, technically he’s not a virgin, he did have sex once before but it wasn’t much to talk about. sohee shakes his head, his facial expression making you pout at him.

“do what feels right, me and ton will help you, okay?” you try to reassure him, giving him as much encouragement as you could. anton rolls his eyes slightly at the fact that he was volunteered but he agrees with you anyways.

sohee musters up the courage to do something, his lips nibbling at the skin of your thigh gently. he places small kisses along your skin, his lips finally resting on your clit. you're full of anticipation, wondering what he'd do next.

a confused expression plays on your face, the movement sohee's doing with his mouth feels strange and unfamiliar. you try to decipher what doesn’t feel right, “think you’re using too much lip sohee, use your tongue.”

he lifts his head again and nods, eager to learn from you. he sticks his tongue out, dragging it along your pussy, you suck in a breath at this, nodding to sohee. “there you go, such a good boy. anton struggled with this a bit too when we first got together.” your words encouraged sohee but were a bit of a blow to anton. sohee snickered quietly at this, noticing the way anton looked a little annoyed.

his nerves start to subside by this point, allowing him to think a little clearer. the tip of his tongue drew circles on your clit, earning a moan from you. your noises made him more confident, encouraging him to try new things. he sucks on your clit now, finding out what you like each time.

“such a quick learner, sohee..” the soft praises that fell from your lips got him more riled up than before. you noticed his hips begin to rut into the couch as he ate you out. your hips rolled against his tongue, sohee’s whines vibrating against you.

anton has his hands in your bra, his fingers playing with your nipples. “gonna cum y/n?” you moan in response to anton's question, your head nodding quickly. anton's fingers pinch at your sensitive buds, adding to the overall feeling.

sohee humps the couch, his orgasm building up too quickly for him to keep up with. you moan out, your hips stuttering against his tongue.

he slurps up your juices, his hips stilling too early as he cums in his pants. a frustrated sigh falls from sohee's lips as he accidentally ruins his own orgasm, still painfully hard.

you sit up after this, eyes locking with sohee's, “want you to fuck me hee, wanna see what you got.” sohee's mind is cloudy, his body moving quicker than his mind can. he stands up off the couch, removing his shirt before running his hands through his hair.

you move to help sohee out, your hands eagerly untying his pajama pants. when his pants fall down you're immediately met with the sight of his red, dripping, cock and it makes you smile up at him.

“no underwear? must've been so eager..” you grab his length in your hand, the size easily fitting in your grasp.

you look at it like you're investigating something, “did you cum in your pants baby?” sohee nods, suddenly feeling embarrassed again but you praise him instead, telling him how cute he is.

you lay flat on your back now, inviting sohee between your legs again. anton is standing again, now removing his own clothes

sohee hovers over you, one arm hooking under your leg. your hand caresses his cheek again, “fuck me pretty boy.”

he presses into you, his hips quickly becoming flush with yours. he leans down on his elbow, his face close to yours as his hips begin to rut into yours.

he wastes no time picking up a steady pace, his desperation taking over. his hips snap against you harshly, both of you moaning continuously.

you kiss sohee, eyes shutting tightly at the feeling of him. he's so caught up in the sensation, no thoughts in his mind right now. he feels his orgasm bud in his stomach, pulling away from the kiss. he nuzzled his face into your neck, his cum shooting into you.

“m’ sorry, so sorry!!” sohee's voice is apologetic and whiny as he speaks. you laugh quietly which catches sohee's attention, he slowly lifts his face to look at you. “it's okay, gorgeous, you're alright.”

anton sighs, hand gently stroking his length in his grasp. he’s had enough of watching the two of you, this was his idea after all but the thought of you being left unsatisfied has him almost losing it. “let me show you how to really fuck her good.”

he takes sohee’s place, positioning you with your ass in the air. its moments like this where you’re reminded how strong he is, the way he slightly lifts you by your hips. he spreads your pussy lips apart, the sight of sohee’s cum dripping out of you making his cock twitch.

“fuck..” anton’s big hands grip your ass cheeks firmly, just the feeling of his hands anywhere on your body makes you so needy. you reach for sohee, hands guiding him to the spot in front of you, where anton was sitting before. you grip onto sohee as you feel anton’s fingers dip into you again. sohee watches intently as anton pleases you.

the sound of your pussy rings in your ears, the slick squelching making excitement bubble in your stomach once again. anton rubs the tip of his cock against you, groaning at the feeling of you. he lines up with your opening, pressing his length into you. he slides in relatively easily because of how wet you are. you begin to feel full already, his full length not in you yet.

your hips push back on anton, moving side to side so he enters you fully. you moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. you lick your lips as you eye sohee’s smaller cock in front of you, red and leaking once again. your hand makes a fist on his length, pumping it once or twice in your grasp. sohee’s sensitive by this point, you can tell by the way his body shudders at the feeling of your hand on him.

anton's thrusts are rough and deep as he fucks into you, your body jolting forward with every hit. you muffle your moans on sohee's length, the tip of his cock tickling the back of your throat.

sohee thrusts into your mouth as he chases his high, one hand in your hair, head thrown back in pleasure.

your fingernails dig into the skin of sohee's hips as you feel anton repeatedly hit your sweet spot. anton smacks your ass persistently, the sting causing your eyes to roll back.

you pull off of sohee's length, pumping him in your hand as you moan out. you come undone first, unable to catch your breath as anton continues thrusting into you.

sohee cums next, his hand grasping onto your jaw so he can place your lips back on his tip, his cum shooting into your mouth. anton follows shortly after, his thrusts slowing down as you feel yourself being filled up once more. he slowly thrusts into you a few more times, his hands gripping you hard.

when anton pulls out of you he admires your cunt, the sight of you dripping once again, this time with his cum makes him feel good. you hold sohee’s cum in your mouth, sitting up and turning to where they both can see you. anton loves to watch you swallow his seed so it only seems right for you to do it for the both of them.

you open your mouth, showing the cum that pools on your tongue before you swallow it, sticking out your tongue to show them that you swallowed it. anton grins at you, kissing your cheek lovingly, “such a good girl.”

sohee watches you, his feelings for you getting stronger, maybe he shouldn't have agreed to this after all, but he can’t go back now.

#⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ bunny writes <3 #౨ৎ riize #riize smut #riize smut imagines #riize x reader #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours #kpop smut #riize anton smut #anton lee smut #anton smut #anton x reader #riize sohee smut #lee sohee smut #sohee smut #sohee x reader

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queenofallimagines · 11 months

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oh good gods pls your luciferian hcs made me YELL they’re so good lmao i was side eyeing my altar and space for lucifer the WHOLE TIME

do you think you could do a part two? and if possible, nsfw? if not thats more than okay!! thank you and i hope you’re doing so good!!!

🕷️anon

Absolutely 🕷anon! AND LMAO YEAH I COULD FEEL HIM SIDE EYEING ME ACROSS THE ROOM AS I WROTE THESESGSHSJS asking the old man “why are you like this” whenever lucifer in game does something corny😭 ik he’s sick of me

Lucifer:

- Okay so since part 1 was when you arrived this will be more about day to day life in the next term

- Right off the bat I’m imagining minor petty spats that the other brothers are like…. Wtf is going on here

- Like y’all have been glaring across the table at one another for 30 mins and haven’t spoken a word

- WAY more picky w offerings lmao

- Is literally going to be super extra about it for no reason other than to bother you

- For example! When you give an offering to oshun( African orisha they’re like the HR in the heaven department just above the angel hierarchy) you have to eat a little first bc she was poisoned once so it’s like to show you’re in good faith

- Lucifer will ask you to do that w food you don’t like

- “Eat some”

- “I got this for you-“

- “And I want you to taste some😌”

- “….. do I really I have to???”

- “Are you telling me what to do w MY offering🤨”

- MAKE FUN OF HIM PLEASE ITS SO FUNNY!!

- A lot of people ( white peoples I fear😔) be talking about he only accepts blood offerings and you have to sell your soul or whatever and stuff but literally this man will be giddy over a red candle w gold glitter

- Write all your assignments in sparky pen so when he looks at them he can’t hold back a smile

- As a joke you leave crystals associated with him in his coat pockets but he will never take them out

- Congratulations you played ya self

- You doing the stuff you do for him out of habit will fluster him if you say it

- “Why are you waking up so early to get ready?”

- “Hm? For Lucifer”

- “No im not gunna drink this tea it’s an offering🙄”

- Please don’t tell his brothers he will lock himself in his office💀

- Whenever you google “what can I do for Lucifer” 9/10 the first thing will be taking care of yourself

- So when your self caring w asmo and you go “oh I do this bc Lucifer likes it”

- The house will expose in chaos

- Mammon demanding you tell him your card numbers “for him” LMAO

- They’re all super jealous

- Gotta tell em its nothing personal he’s just always been there for you

- Whew if he reached out to YOU?

- The silence in the house REAL LOUD😭

- Belphegor waking up and going “ik you fucking lying!!!”

- You’re all confused like???

- “…..you said Lucifer… reached out to YOU?”

- “??????yeah????”

- “As in… he ASKED you to work with him?”

- “Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about his name and he showed up on my door one day”

- Lmao belphie and mammon are the LOUDEST FR

- “YOU CHOSE A HUMAN?? MR I HATE HUMANS BECAUSE THEYRE WEAK??📸”

- OH SO THERES MORE THAN ONE FAKE BITCH IN THIS HOUSE HUH?”

- lmao he’s sitting there red faced clenching his fist like

- “Listen I can explain”

- He cannot explain😭

- Can’t even say he did it on a whim

- “He really picked me up like a wet cat lmao”

- “Mc I am literally begging you to shut the FUCK up”

- Oh maaaaan diavolo will get a Kick out of this!!

- Solomon is very salty

- “But I can’t get a pact😒😒”

- He’s literally going to double down and bother him more

- “Lucifer you never told me you were taking on disciples🥺”

- “I didn’t think it was that important lord diavolo simply to pass the time”

- Simeon is laughing but internally having the feels bc he’s like 🥹 “even after all this time you still choose to be a guardian angel”

- Will tell you embarrassing stories about him he is now super close to you

- “Lucifer being the lords favorite was also the best one at singing👀 he loved music”

- That’s tru btw lmao Lucifer was like one of the angels who liked singing the most thats what makes humans and angels so alike- love for music and dancing-

- Call him your morning star and he MELTS

- Back to why were really here😌

- Call him that during sex or when you first wake up and he’s on cloud nine

- FUCK HIM DURING GOLDEN HOUR🗣🗣

- He’s literally he rises in the morning for a reason!!

- He will deadass purpose bc imagine riding him as the sun stars peaking over the horizon

- He’s under you moaning looking up at you w the most glazed over love struck eyes

- The sun filtering through the window and hitting him juuuuuuuust right

- That it looks like he has a halo again

- Breathlessly calling your name as you grind down on him

- He barely manages to get out that he’s close before you caress some of his hair out of his face

- “Cum for me then my Morningstar”

- Time freezes for like 16 seconds and his eyes are getting teary

- He hugs you close as he starts rutting his hips into you harder

- Will cum and keep going until he’s about to pass out

- Holding you like a lifeline

- When you can finally breathe and think straight he pulls you in for a kiss

- Literally stealing your breath away

- Will say I love you in the most honest voice ever while smiling at you with teary eyes

- probably won’t stop touching you all day might as well just spend it in bed

-is embarrassed by body worship calling it now

- be HE can do that but if YOU sink to your knees behind his desk and hold eye contact he’s getting nervous

-“just showing my devout gratitude💕”

- embarrassed how fast he finishes

- if you keep doing to overstimulate him he’s putty in your hands

- this man is very soft he will crack at the slightest sign of domestic romance

- bring him coffee when he wakes up?

- he’s already selected a wedding venue

- I always thought it would be cute if he gave you his ring

- HILARIOUS IF HE DOSENT TELL YOU LMAO

- You swing by the celestial realm and it’s crickets and you’re like ??? Fuck is y’all starring at??🤨

- Simeon hums and says that nobody expected lucifer to get married much less to a human. How he was never one to put anything above his responsibilities

- Excuse me?

- “You’re wearing the right of light,yes? He doesn’t just give that to anyone dear. You two are bonded for life now🥰”

- “HELLO????”

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sheeluvsme · 11 months

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Captain price Drabble for my babes that have nightmares <33

As someone who is going through a bunch of medical shit rn for nightmares and PTSD attacks, you are not alone !!! And I know a lot of times it feels like there is nothing helpful to do for it , I wrote this just to hopefully help others and help me too lol ,your not alone :)

Fluff , reader with bad past , scars , PTSD , nightmares, comfort, hurt , angst, mentions of violence , price being the best husband ever fr

Beta reader! @bubuslutty

You normally didn’t have a terrible time sleeping.

You were always in the strong arms of your husband, sometimes too strong.

He really liked to bear hug you, keep you safe, close. As much as he kept you safe, he surely did that, he could not keep you safe from your head. Especially when you slept.

That was a whole different battle, war even.

You lay comfortably in Price’s arms as your cheek lays on his chest, the clock reads about 2:12am. You convinced Price to get regular clock’s because you couldn’t stand military clocks.

Always so hard to read!

Anyways, He’s softly breathing against you, you're both so peaceful, as your mind slips into living hell. You don’t know how you got here, but you're back in that room. That dreadful place.

You start running, immediately, opening doors, yelling for Price. Looking and clawing trying to get out, you're in absolute tears, feeling your chest get short of breath.

Suddenly you turn to see them.

The person you dread most.

You froze, you can barely breathe. You feel yourself shake, soon shaken hard enough you jolt awake.

“Don’t touch me!-“ You yell, jolting awake trying to push whoever is holding you off.

Firm hands grab you tighter and force you to still, “Sweetheart!- Sweetheart listen to me. Listen- it’s me- it’s Price.”

Your eyes flutter around as tears fall from your eyes, your chest heaving heavily.

“Price-?” You whispered, your voice shaky.

Price softly lets go of you, pulling you close instead, holding you.

“Shhh…it’s alright’ love. I’ve gotcha.” He can’t help but feel sad for you. He knows exactly what those dreams are like. Even worse he heard you mumble for him in his dream.

You were looking for him. Crying for him to save you.

And he sadly couldn’t save you from your own mind.

He let you calm down and cry into him.

You mumbled soft things, “They- I was there and- I couldn’t find you- and they-“ You stuttered softly.

John kissed your cheek, “I know. It’s ok, love. They can’t hurt you anymore… If they even give it a think they’ll have a hound of men on their asses, yeah?” He spoke trying to cheer you up.

To let you know you were safe.

You smiled softly through the tears. John always was his best with you… Even with moments like these.

Your hand softly rubs over your past scars and John grabs your hand gently, “None of that now.“ He whispered.

“I know.“ You responded, “I just wish they weren’t there.”

His hand sooths over your back, “Love, scars make you, you. And you’re one tough badass. Probably tougher than me!” He spoke to you softly, his words pulling a smal laugh from you.

“There you are…” he adds.

“I’m no way tougher than you, John.“ your puffy eyes roll at his comment.

“I think you are. You’re tougher than me in different ways, I mean shit- you're better at disciplining my own task force than I am! They're so persistent I can’t get them to shut up sometimes-!” He chuckles against your neck softly.

“They're easy to scare, plus I think I win them over whenever I bring food in, think they're just in their rebellious stage with you, hm?” You look at him smiling.

God, he loves your smile.

“Well shit, I don’t think it's no longer a stage love “ You let out a soft laugh as you learn back looking at him.

“There’s the face I love, hm?” He looks at you , kissing you softly.

You kiss him back before he pulls back cupping your face, “You know I love you, right?”

You pause, “..yes of course I know that, Price. We’re married-“ he cuts you off.

“I know, love. But I’m saying you know I love you, right? And I’d never hurt you. “ You smiled softly, your hands wrapped loosely around his neck, “I know- I know. I love you too, Price baby..” You whispered softly looking at him.

“Good, now… Let’s try and get you some sleep, yeah?... Gotta’ big day tomorrow and I don’t want you not able to function’ “ he lays down with you softly, turning on the tv and letting it play, turning down the volume till it was almost silent.

Just some light and noise to help and you lay in his arms, holding onto him.

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buzzkillchainsaw · 2 months

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HI HELLO OH MY GOODNESS HOW DO I PUT THIS

I literally just randomly stumbled across your comic with pearl and tetra and decided to give it a quick read, but then it really hooked me in, like REALLY hooked me in! It was the first one of your works I've seen so I didn't have any prior context, but the story it had even standing alone was just.. AGHHH I have no words it genuinely just struck my heart and soul! And then I decided to check out your blog and saw that you had more writings for WoF and that's when i saw the whole arc you wrote I decided to give it a quick read as well! i personally find it difficult to get into original wof stories cause I tend to gravitate towards one's involving canon characters (genuinely, nothing against OC stories! i find them so cool and want to read more of them, they're just a bit harder for me to get into), but remember when I said I'd give the arc a quick read? that quick read turned into reading the entire thing in one entire sitting because I actually get so attached to the characters and story and setting and EVERYTHING??? it all felt so genuine! like I was being taken on an entire journey with them!!! like, i actually cannot overstate just how amazing it has been to read it all!!! idk how to describe it but whenever I come across a story that I'm able to feel so connected and invested to, my heart starts to smile and my heart is smiling so much rn!!! Like, all of that and it was a DRAFT??? Ice, datura, pearl, tetra, no-one, and sidewinder's stories just felt so genuine I actually can't say it enough and I don't use the word genuinely lightly

it's really late where I am so I'll stop here before I probably write 50 more paragraphs, so I'll just say once more that I'm glad I stumbled upon your blog, and really, thank you! The genuine love you have for what you do is seen in the art you make, and I hope that, whatever you choose to do in the future (art or not!), it's something that brings you genuine love and fulfillment! AGHHH FR READING THROUGH THE ENTIRE ARC AND COMIC WAS AN EXPERIENCE YOU ARE AN AMAZING ARTIST THANK U AGAIN AND GOODNIGHT

I've been opening and closing this ask all day bc I don't think I can formulate a response fit for your genuinely kind words :')

I'm so happy you enjoyed my stuff & hopefully it continues to bring you joy for a long time! I also never expected so much positive feedback on my little "book arc" from so many different people, so I just wanna say thank you and everyone else who read through the entire thing, it really means a lot! I wish you the best life :)

#ask #buzzkill wof arc

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accio-victuuri · 2 years

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CPN : Times when 🔴🟢 rumor house post was telling the truth ✨

yes. this is a clickbait title and i’m trying to deceive you. lol. because everything is fake and nothing is real. these are instances when posts from this source caused people in the fandom to go 👀 because of something they pointed out or a moment they mentioned that came true later on. the truth factor depends on who is looking cause you might argue that it’s all interpretation and we’re all looking at things with a bxg bias.

I’ve been wanting to make something like this since I started making cpn posts and it’s finally here! I also want to have a place where I can point people to when asked why turtles love LRLG so much. Aside from the individual posts I’ve been making recently and the usual: ‘they shared stuff that seem to come true.’ answer, I think it’s good to have actual examples to those who wanna know. Enjoy! 🍂

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1. Tencent Starlight 2020 Ring - This is my favorite and have a bit of a bias because it’s one that made me believe LRLG is on to something. So the rumor goes that GG gave something to Web to keep in his pocket when he performed. Web was holding onto it in his pocket to keep him company and for him to not be nervous. Web is confident when it comes to performing especially when it comes to dance but this one— he was only singing. We CPN that it’s a ring because of the close-up videos & photos of Web’s pocket and it doesn’t help thatwhen GG made a douyin later in the day, he was no longer wearing his ring. THE FACT THAT A FAKE RUMOR HAD TO POINT IT OUT for us to notice is just one of the biggest BJYX mystery. How did that person know. 👁👄👁

20 minutes before Wang laoshi got on the stage

WLS: What should I do now, I'm nervous (He didn't seem to be nervous at all)

XLS: You can do it by yourself

WLS : So ferocious (But his mood was totallydifferent from before, he started to be naughty) Put you in my pocket

XLS : I'll stay in the pocket and help you to be in tune (with your song)

full english translation is here for maximum feels.

😭😭😭😭

2. Birthday message - In Oct 2020, a post was released that included a part that said : birthday means you are 1 year older and someone told you to grow up slowly. So this is apparently GG’s message to Web. Aside from it being sweet, it’s a coincidence that a year later, the YBO birthday message we all CPN was written by GG had a similar message:

When you are tired, I hope you can skateboard freely in an open venue, or ride a motorcycle across the wild. All this time, you just have to be a better version of yourself, and that better version of yourself is defined by you. Everything is cool, grow up slowly, in seconds, become yourself. Happy birthday to 24-year-old @UNIQ-王一博.

It makes me so soft thinking that this is what GG wants for Web. Even if the whole world is pushing Web to grow up so he can do all the things, GG is there to remind him to enjoy life while he is still young and don’t rush. This is also an example of LRLG having a ‘message’ before we see it related to the boys. It added weight to the CPN that GG wrote the birthday message, sometimes clues take a year or more to be “verified”.

3. Douyin overload - 12/19/2020, a post was shared where it said : WLS pouted his lips while looking at his phone. Oh, he was recording for his douyin, I thought he did something else. He recorded so many videos, some are for work and some are for fun. Well if you were here that time you’ll know that Web posted did posts lots of DY’s for the month of December. being the DY King that he is. This is a bit late but we don’t know how late submissions are posted on the weibo account from when it’s initially passed. However this is another clue that LRLG is indeed someone who works closely with Web.

4. Clip on earrings - another favorite of mine! HAHAHAHAHA! Talked about it here before and more weight was added because it was once mentioned in an LRLG rumor in 2020. A year later from when the photo @ OOL set was taken in 2019. This is a case of when we read it back then we all thought it was a cute head-canon that had no place in reality. Then GG shares that photo in 2022 and we are all going “ wait a minute.... hmmmmm...” It’s why LRLG continues to be a favorite because of stuff like this 💪🏻

WLS bought a pair of clip-on earrings and said those were for XLS. Will XLS wear clip on earrings? I guess WLS will keep it for himself after all.

5. BYH crew closeness - In Sept 2020, it was shared that CX ( Chen Xiao who is his co-star in BAH ) was teasing him about XZ. It implied that they were that close for CX to know about the relationship. It seemed fake at the time because the two did not seem close during the wrap. However now we know in 2022 from the BTS, the words of the director and the fact that Web gave CX his favorite skateboard that they are friends. They just don’t advertise it. It’s a reminder to not rely on what you see outside. These two never interacted on Weibo but turns out they became friends during the shoot.

WLS was embarassed, he took his phone and left, CX laoshi was also there, he held back his laughter.

After he got back, CX laoshi asked him “Got taught a lesson?"

WLS: "It wasn't right to drink a mouthful of water though" (Although he was taught a lesson, I still wanna say that, please take that happy look off your face a little bit)

CX laoshi "Drink a mouthful but don't let himsee you do it"

WLS: "I don't know where he saw that"

(I didn't pay attention to what he drank)

CX laoshi "Then take small sips, there maybe a spy here"

6. VogueFilm collaboration clue - Source is this BXG who looked in to this in detail. On 10/15/2020, LRLG post had a line that said keywords like vest, good condition and ‘this cooperation is perfect.’ At the time, people didn’t know what LRLG was talking about and who Bobo is cooperating with. Then on 11/2, Vogue released the first teaser for Bobo & Zhou Xun collab for the magazine.

According to the words used in the fake material: "[The day] two people made an appointment for a movie, and the state is good as it should be" [the day], it can be seen that the shooting date is a few days before the submission date (it will not be the day before, otherwise the contributor would be [yesterday] instead of [that day]). Therefore, it is roughly inferred that the shooting date is before 10.11.

OP made lots of deduction based on Web’s schedule that the shooting was 10.10 and with the keywords said, it’s really the Vogue Film shoot LRLG was referring to. A more clear evidence tho is YBO posting a comic strip that is inspired by the VF shoot and the date written on the “script” is 10.10.

See, at the time 🍉 were not really that popular ( back in 2020 ) so people will not know if there is an upcoming magazine collaboration. This also show how different LRLG is, because they just share things that are happening and interactions they see between the boys and don’t leak any solid information about projects they work on. In this example they can easily say : Bobo is working with a really famous movie actress for a magazine to gain more clout but they didn’t. They never do.

7. YBO 🤝 XZS - There are lots of submissions that talk about their staff working together and knowing about their relationship. I won’t go into detail anymore cause I ( and other bxgs ) post lots of similarities between what these two studios post and is a “proof” that it may be true. It’s not that we’re implying the two have no money to pay for their own staff or something. Lol. It’s just that they are considered one household and their staff will overlap at some point. ☺️

8. Stage design - 11/16/20, LRLG was talking about Web supervising what visuals should be on stage for a performance. It went like this :

XLS sang, we heard when we were resting in the stage, it is not complete. I don't know anyone else. I didn't know about XLS’ activities at the time. WLS also listens to XLS’ songs, he doesn't care much.

What I want to say is the stage of Mr. Wang. The background that the staff first gave combined with the spotlights came out of that room...

WLS is not very satisfied after watching the video and he wants to add some elements, to add the moon, and to have a sense of starry sky. But there is no suitable image element, the stage effect is wrong. At that time, the staff asked whether it was necessary to have both elements? Mr. Wang said to think about it. I don't know where the inspiration came from when I came back "Can the stars be broken a little to fill this place?”

BXGs think it might be these two performance that could be what the rumor referred to. Either VOF or he was giving ideas to GG’s stage.

9. Scary Douyin post by GG - On 10/18, same day that creepy DY was shared, there was a contribution that talked about people on set doing doing a game but Web did not join. Then DLS ( da laoshi ) found him, it wasn’t said what he was looking at but DLS commented : I think it's funny, don't you think it's funny?

BXGs think it’s this DY post. GG might have sent it first to Web to see his reaction and clown him. We know Web isn’t exactly fond of scary/creepy things so maybe that’s why he didn’t it find it funny. I can only imagine him expecting some thirst trap or pretty picture and ended up with this 😂😂😂

Again, we’re operating on the assumption that this was submitted days before the actual date.

10. The handheld fan - this is a pretty short one from 9/4/2020 and it was about a small fan. It goes WLS: "You have to keep it, don't lose it" XLS: "How dare I lose it"

Yes. How dare you lose it XLS! A really cheap fan that WLS gave you back in 2018. At this point ( 2020 ) we knew XLS still kept it and it’s important. 2 years later, we know just how, during the wrap for Where Dreams Begin we see GG holding on to it and it looks like it’s broken. but he still uses it 🥺

11. White Hair - posted 8/24/20 and is a conversation where GG says “ "Mr. Wang is so handsome with white hair" ; then GG said he will pull out Web’s gray hair. It is also implied in this whole exchange that the most romantic thing is to grow old with you 😭 There was a part where GG said : "Yes, you have to wait thirty or forty years before you have a chance" ( to pick gray hair from his head ) WHAT. Are you implying you will stay together for that long? I hope they do. 🤍

The exchange reminded BXGs of what happened in the Tianjin CQL fanmeet. Where they did a skit of meeting each other after years and Yibo’s acting included him picking Old GG’s gray hair.

12. 10/4/2020, XZ’s message to Web goes :

Just enjoy the stage and be happy. "Silence in the air, silence in the woods"

This can allude to the SDC 3 finale which was the day before. What’s interesting here is that BXGs think GG got it from a poem. We know how much GG loves him poems and just reading in general. He is so romantic.

It’s allegedly from this one :

13. Finally, LRLG sometimes posts messages that communicate with the fans. It can be a small greeting or sometimes a really nice one like this example :

You guys (cpf) are the people who make they smile whenever they think of you. So I wanna say- no matter what we got through in the past, no matter what we are going through in the present, and no matter what we will have to face in the future, thanks for your efforts.

It’s little things like this that warms our hearts as turtle. because we can’t be as loud as how we want to be and to have this appreciation ( a fake one ) from the boys is special.

I will end this here and if you noticed I posted 2020 stuff. This is because 2021-2022 contributions have been talked about in detail already and had more exposure than the 2020 ones. Also this is why turtles loved LRLG because that year was pretty chaotic and we had no insight with what going on with them — so the contributions felt like hope. 🤍

★・・・・・・★

Some LRLG related posts I made as supplement to this post. If you have been me following me for some time you might have read all of these already. ☺️

Significance of LRLG rumor house - this is a post I made that I always reference as intro to people who have no idea what LRLG is.

Why the Rumor House is not being reported

Why people trust the rumor house

052421 Rumor explanation

08132021 Rumor explanation

121221 Rumor explanation

01162022 Rumor explanation

07172022 Rumor explanation

09112022 Rumor explanation ; Mid Autumn Festival special

Green roses given to Yibo

Poem mentioned in a book GG read

Rumor of them talking about a kid’s show

Give me five

Sauced beef - this one is by @rainbowsky

I know I missed one about taking photos of the moon but I already talked about that symbolism before. Also the one with DLS / Web recording something which is allegedly the backup vocals for GG’s 2020 NYE performance.

This is really a small portion of all the hidden gems and possible truths for LRLG content. For turtles, “rumor” does not always mean LRLG. It can mean a rumor from a repo or other rumor houses ( yes there are others ) / BJYX 49 ( original ) / BJYX 49 ( new ) / those old convos we thought were fake but actually from what was then unreleased bts content etc etc. There continues to be so much bits & pieces going around regarding these two and we just wait if some of it happens. That requires another long post tbh.

I think it’s why BJYX will still be popular in the coming years and will have more & more people rooting for it. Aside from having 2 boys who are amazing being paired up, the fandom is really strong. No matter how outsiders call us delusional we actually have so much history and incidents that no other pairing has. Just recently, ZZ/WYB won a voting poll as best pairing and a LED ad of them will be screened in Thailand. Turtles weren’t even paying attention but they were so competitive and can’t bear to see the boys lose. Lol. This is how strong the Fandom is if they want to. We can even go on HS. 3 million + on weibo and more internationally and united ( well for the most part ). A drama that aired in 2019 and two people who have no public interaction for years and we’re still here. We are staying. 🤍✨

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #all of this is cpn #clowning hours are open

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theshmeepking · 3 months

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I LOVE AIKO SO MUCH I NEED MORE INFO

does she get along w the gang/ how does she get along?

*rubs my hands together evilly 😈*

nahh but fr, i think i wrote this down somewhere before but it's uh. kinda outdated now ._. sooooooo...

Lupin is easily the one she talks to the most outside of Jigen. She's known him the longest, having first met him at the same time she reunited with her brother, and he did help save her life back then, so he's the one she's most comfortable with. Plus, since he a) is close with Jigen and b) was involved in her kidnapping and rescue, she doesn't feel the need to be as secretive as she usually is and is able to be more open with him than most other people.

He comes around fairly often--sometimes with Jigen, sometimes without--and most of the time they have a couple of drinks and joke around, talk about life, shit like that.

He still tries to flirt with her because of course he does, he's Lupin, but weirdly enough he's more reserved and gentlemanly with her, especially when Jigen isn't around. When he is, Lupin likes to see how far he can push it before he is threatened with bodily harm. He usually get's shut down pretty quick, but whether they admit it or not they all know it's all in good fun.

tl;dr they get along pretty well! Lupin's definitely one of Aiko's closer friends both in and outside of the gang.

Goemon doesn't talk to her nearly as often as Lupin and Jigen. They've only met a handful of times, really. Having come around later than everyone else, he's a little behind on Aiko and her whole deal, so he's usually pretty quiet around her (though her being an attractive young woman who also happens to be his friend's sister doesn't help with that, either).

While they haven't spoken much, she seems to like him a lot. He's quiet and polite, which is a nice change of pace from how rowdy the rest of her boys seem to be. She still loves them, obviously, but it's nice to have someone a little less chaotic around for a change. Even if he is a modern day samurai carrying around a sword.

Truthfully he doesn't feel much different about her, though she does tend to be a little more boisterous than he is, especially when she's around people she's comfortable with (i.e. Lupin and/or Jigen) and double especially after she's had a few drinks. Still, she seems nice.

tl;dr they don't talk to each other very often but they like each other well enough.

Unfortunately there's not a whole lot to say about Fujiko or Zenigata since Aiko's never actually met either of them, only knowing about them from secondhand accounts courtesy of Lupin and Jigen. As far as she knows Fujiko's either an absolute bitch or a goddess who can do nothing wrong and Zenigata is the guy trying to put her brother and their mutual friend in jail. I imagine if they ever did meet Aiko would just be kinda wary around both of them. I can see her maybe warming up to them a little bit (more so Zenigata than Fujiko, though) but never enough to drop her guard around them, really.

I also feel the need to mention that because of a typo my friends and I now joke about Aiko being like, super down bad for Zenigata. Do what you will with this information.

Also he probably doesn't count but I briefly mentioned him in The Aible and also just want to talk about him a little bit but Dynamite Joe! He's a guy! Who may or may not have had sexual relations with her brother! Fun!

Basically Jigen set up Joe as Aiko's emergency contact because lord knows he's a hard man to reach and the list of people he trusts, especially with his sister, is like, microscopic. Joe was his only real option outside of the gang. She didn't really like talking to him at first since he was loud and scary and kinda gross but after a while they warmed up to each other and surprisingly ended up becoming pretty good friends and Jigen absolutely hates it.

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regardingjenmish · 1 year

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Just a tiny “review” of the new album

Okay so these are just some first thoughts I had while listening to the album. No, fr i just wrote it down on post it notes while listening so half of it probably makes zero sense

First thought: Jensen absolutely KILLED it on this album. Second thought: oh this is why it took so long because Jensen was busy working and this is a lot of Jensen. Lowkey his album ngl Right Kind of trouble: A little more vibey and chill than it was at the concert. Jensen obviously sounds amazing and the song is for sure still a favorite. I love the piano solo towards the end and when the song speeds up it becomes even better just like at the concert if that makes sense(?)

Forever ain’t long: Jensen, sir?!?!?!?! his voice is insane and I’m obsessed. I love this song and once again the piano/guitar solo makes the whole thing even better. The song is beautiful, it is a little slow but it’s amazing. And again HIS VOICE

Every Light: that’s Dean’s song idc I didn’t make the rules. I am still obsessed with the ‘booze and cheap tattoos’ lyric, especially because of how Jackles sings it. (also the violin in the back is perfect)

Ain’t no tellin: JENSEN??? The voice!!!! It has a really familiar vibe and i love it. His voice sounds fucking amazing (i swear this is a remark on every song and no one is surprised)

You made me blue: It’s a nice song, obviously a little sad and Steve is the one singing it..

Keep on ramblin’: Jensen bby.. at this point just give me a solo album please. I like the lyrics. It makes me think of something/a feeling that I can’t put a finger on right now. It kind of makes me think of just playing this song while you’re driving in the middle of the night with the windows down even tho it’s not that type of song im sorry idk how to explain it, i did say it won’t make sense

Sweet Escape: hey steve

Return to me: it’s a lovely song that’s more calm and it’s both of them so the vibe is pretty good. it does make me think of like a movie scene where people are slow dancing and someone is just about to leave in the middle of the night idk how to explain otherwise fjdhjfksjs

Restless man: Jensen???? sir, your voice is making me emotional!! I can’t handle this shit! the lyrics are also a little sad. I don’t know how else to explain except that it reminds me of a goodbye from a certain type of life? Nothing bad or sad, just that feeling when you realize a certain moment is ending or beginning idk leave me alone its 1 am however that could be me projecting bc im going through it jshdkjskd. When he sings ‘I found out long ago’ i fucking love the way he sings it, his voice sounds absolutely amazing are we really surprised. And I love the song, especially when it picks up a little bit.

Velvet sky: It’s a nice calm down to end the album especially after Jensen absolutely killed it. Steve is the one singing (Jensen joins in a little bit) and it’s pretty good song. good way to end it.

#radio company #jensen ackles #i absolutely love the album #i already have faves #and its definitely staying on repeat #which is a shock bc im not a big country fan #but jackles killed it with this one #also please note this was first thoughts that i put down while listening #so dont come for me that half of this makes zero sense #i gave yall a warning #but i love music and i love talking about it #so here

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moon-knights-balls · 6 months

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all the questions from the character ask game w/ your top 3 favorites from nuramago :3!! answer the questions for whichever of the characters come to mind and skip any you dont feel like answering you dont have to do the whole thing 3x lol

NO WAY A NURAMAGO FAN!?!? HI HI LETS HANGOUT YOU SEEM COOL...

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Day and Night Rikuo is in my "Top Blorbos from different fandoms" because well.. for day Rikuo he tries his best to be a nice person which is something i respect :] And he's just so. scrunkly. I love it, i also love how polite he is compared to his night form and speaking of Night Rikuo, he's a chill and nonchalant and also sassy, there's just something intriguing about nonchalant, sassy men... (Cough, Kaeya) I also adore his design like?? Peak, IT'S SO AWESOME !! I hate drawing his hair tho

Yura my beloved, her design is simple yet appealing and also, SHE'S BADASS!! I LOVE BADASS WOMEN!! She's also a dumbass at times (Shes just like me fr) I also love her personality and how caring she is, best girl best girl :]] Also her shikigamis are awesome

Tsurara !! Her protectiveness and cuteness is aaa, i love it !! Though, i wish there were more times were she wasn't with Rikuo yk yk, still love her tho <3 Shes precious

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Rikuo gets all flirty when he's drunk

Yura is “Tsun tsun”

Tsurara has her own clan, named the Tsurara clan

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I only have one least favorite thing among these and it's Tsurara's character being centered around Rikuo :(

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Moon Knight or Cookie Run !! Moon Knight because they would just fit the whole supernatural setting and Cookie Run because i want to see them as cookies

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Cult of Dionysus. ITS SO NURA CLAN CODED??

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

For Rikuo, it's his humbleness and the whole “Trying to fit in”thing, oh and there's also the casual attitude and “oi”

For Yura, the black eyes, dumbassery and the rambling about one's interest when she first appeared... for the anime at least teehee

Tsurara? Willing to die for loved ones

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

They make Rikuo gorgeous in fanarts and fanfics

They capture Tsurara's cuteness

...There needs to be more Yura content

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Nothing really, Sanmoto Gorozaemon and Minagoroshi Jizo are rarely seen

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

YEAH !! We can chill and stuff

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Mm... yeah, it would be fun now that i think of it :]

11. Would you date this character?

Nah, i'm not interested

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Little Tsurara used to make snowflakes to make Little Rikuo happy whenever he was crying

Rikuo wears eye contacts in his Night form, since he's nearsighted so when Gyuuki and Tengu trained him after he just woke up, he was having difficulty seeing whats happening in front of him

Yura likes comedy! She also reads manga on her freetime

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

Yura would use >:0 >:( ???

Tsurara would use (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠) (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) <3

Night Rikuo would use 💀😼 Day Rikuo would use ^_^ :)

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

GIVE KIYOTSUGU MORE SCREENTIME !! MAKE HIM AND RIKUO MORE CLOSE !!

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Haven't wrote Tsurara and Yura

Currently writing Rikuo and i love incorporating the differences between his day and night form !! I don't like having to choose fancy words for him to use :|

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

Well, i love seeing them being traumatized and going through the horrors, teehee :3

It kinda feels weird whenever Night and Day Rikuo acts the same like if its an au then yeah, i understand but if its canon then.. eh

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Bonus nurarihyon and rihan

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Rikuo reminds me of Moon Knight, due to the moon theming and plurality and-

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

First impression of Rikuo: Scrunkly, sassy bitch

Now: Scrunkly, sassy bitch(desperate)

First impression of Yura:Hmm, she looks kinda plain

Now:I love her omg

First impression of Tsurara: She's so cute !!

Now: Cute and cool !!

#nuramago #nurarihyon no mago

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sophiiwrites · 1 month

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sunflower

word count: 3.3k

genre/archetypes: romance, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, childhood, teenagedom (?), high school romance, angst :(

synopsis: the winding path of childhood, friendship, and romance, told through a story that should have lasted longer than it did

notes: i actually wrote this two years ago to post to wattpad (yes, i’ve been trying to post my stories since forever, don’t mind me) but i never did. no, i don’t have a wattpad anymore. yes, i definitely deleted it. but i really liked this work and revamped it to post it to tumblr! it’s really sappy and honestly pretty unrealistic but i like it, it’s cute, it’s whatever haha

and yes, i haven’t posted misadventures of a flower shop yet. shhhhhhh

warnings/potential triggers: death by car accident

hope you enjoy!

“Look!”

Kai ran over to see what Wendy was holding. In her hands were two big, perfect sunflowers. All their petals were intact, and not a leaf was out of place or torn.

“Wow!” Kai exclaimed. “These are really special!”

“I know, right?” Wendy handed one to him. “Here, this one’s for you!”

Kai took the sunflower in his hands, looking at the petals and center, marveling at how all the petals were whole.

“These are super special. You’d better not lose it, Kai!” commanded Wendy. “I don’t think I can find any more perfect sunflowers like this one.”

“I won’t lose it, I promise,” Kai replied. He gently held the sunflower in his hands, like it was made of delicate glass.

Just then, Kai’s gaze fell on a patch of dandelions. He ran over to them, Wendy following him. Together, they each picked one dandelion.

“Let's blow on them together!” Kai exclaimed. Together, he and Wendy blew on them simultaneously, unleashing the dandelion seeds. They watched the seeds float in the air, blown about by the wind.

“Wait, I have an idea! Let’s pick a bunch of dandelions, then blow on them together. Then there’ll be lots of seeds in the air,” Wendy said. They gathered bunches of dandelions in their fists. Simultaneously, they each blew a gust of air onto the dandelions, making the seeds float up towards the sky.

“Let’s dance!” laughed Wendy, as she pulled Kai into the circle of dandelion seeds. Together, they danced in the flurry of dandelion seeds.

It was a warm afternoon. All around them, dandelions twirled, flowers waved in the breeze, and birds chirped. As they danced, laughed, talked, rolled around, and picked flowers, the soft wind blew and for a glorious hour, it was like nothing else mattered in the world.

They were only 7, but their friendship was blossoming like the sunflowers in the field: sweet, beautiful, and almost perfect.

Wendy and Kai spent most of their elementary school days in the field, chatting, doing homework together, playing, and picking flowers. Sometimes, if it was especially hot, they would go to the town pool to swim for a bit or go to the nearest ice cream parlor for a snack.

It’s safe to say both of them spent the majority of their days outside when the weather permitted them to. But as they both grew older and their homework load became greater, they stopped spending so much time at the field. Instead, they relocated to Kai or Wendy’s house.

One time at Wendy’s house, Wendy asked a question.

“Hey, Kai? Do you know what love feels like?”

Mrs. Simmons, Wendy’s 7th grade English teacher, had asked the question in class. That question was now present on Wendy’s homework, and Wendy needed an answer.

“Hmmm… Do you mean romantic love? Because I don’t know what that feels like,” Kai replied.

“I guess it could be any kind of love,” Wendy mused.

Kai thought for a bit, then smiled. “I know! I think love feels like a sweater.”

Wendy groaned. “Why would love feel like a sweater? A sweater is so normal and boring, and it gets linty and run-down at the end.”

“But that’s the whole point,” Kai replied. “It feels like a sweater because love wraps around you and makes you feel safe, warm, and cozy. It protects you from the cold and it also protects you from harm. A sweater gets linty and run-down towards the end of its life because it’s been used so much, but you don’t throw a sweater away because it’s linty. You pick off the lint and keep wearing it. You keep working on love, too. My parents always say that love isn’t something you should give up on.”

Wendy stared at him. “Actually, that’s a good analogy.”

“Exactly!” Kai responded, now focused on his math homework.

“I think love feels more like a cup of cocoa. It warms you up from the inside, but it’s also gone quickly unless you keep refilling it. And the sugar to chocolate to milk ratio is super important. You need to find the right balance. How much chocolate, how much sugar, how much milk do you need? You need to keep working on it till you find the perfect balance of everything, like love. Does that make sense?”

“Mmmm.” Kai murmured, completely absorbed in his math homework.

“Thanks. Makes me feel so confident about submitting that answer.” Wendy rolled her eyes.

Soon, the room was silent again as each worked on their own homework.

But Wendy didn’t forget about their analogies. Kai didn’t either.

Secretly, both wanted to know what it felt like to be in love. And not the platonic, friendship, family kind of love. They didn’t want to compare love to objects. They wanted real romantic love.

They were both thirteen, and had lost the childlike innocence they once had. Once upon a time, they were frolicking in the fields, lost in fun and delight; now they were growing up, becoming more responsible, and wondering. Wondering about many things.

“Hurry up, Kai!” Wendy said. “It’s the first snowfall of the season! Come on, slowpoke!”

Kai hurried out the front door, wearing his thickest dark winter coat, a black scarf, and a matching black hat.

“I heard black keeps you warm,” he said as they started off down the street to the field.

“Really? What about white?” Wendy asked. Kai laughed.

“White keeps you cold. You’re going to be freezing by the time we come back.”

“That’s totally fake. I’ll show you!” Wendy exclaimed. She ran ahead of Kai, and Kai started running too. They ran all the way to the field, laughter ringing through the air as they jostled each other to get first place.

Wendy beamed. “Ha! I won! And I’m not cold anymore, am I?”

At that moment, she was hit by a snowball from Kai.

“Hey!” Wendy shook off the snow. With her white jacket, white mittens, white snow boots, and white hat, she looked like a polar bear.

“Hey, you look like a polar bear!” Kai taunted.

“That’s not even a good insult!” Wendy yelled back, throwing a snowball to Kai’s chest.

Kai started scooping up snow, faster and faster. They took turns throwing snowballs at each other until they were both wet and covered with snow. Wendy and Kai flopped down to the ground, tired and out of breath.

Kai turned to Wendy. Her face was red, covered with water and a sheen layer of sweat. But Kai didn’t mind. In fact, Kai felt a little bit nervous, although he couldn’t explain why.

Lying next to Wendy was nothing new: after all, they’d been friends since kindergarten. But now, it sparked something new inside. He looked at Wendy and felt warm and cozy all over, even though he was laying in the snow with pants that were soaked through.

“Did you know that the first snow is the snow of love?” Wendy asked. “If you confess your love to someone, you’ll stay together eternally.”

Kai looked at Wendy. “What, are you going to confess to someone special?”

Wendy shook her head. “There’s no one I want to confess to.”

As she said that, she frowned a bit. There was something with that sentence that annoyed her. Something that didn’t feel right.

“Hmmm… well, maybe there is someone. Don’t know who it is though.”

“Really?” Kai smiled at Wendy. She didn’t know why, but she felt warm flutterings in her stomach as she looked at Kai. His eyelashes and hair were flecked with snowflakes, accentuating Kai’s eyes and making Wendy think of touching his hair. Wendy furrowed her eyebrows.

“Kai.” Wendy sat up, frowning slightly at him.

Kai looked at Wendy. As he did, he felt something stirring inside of him.

Once upon a time, he and Wendy would have held hands and danced and played in the snow. Now, the thought of holding Wendy’s hand sparked an unusual feeling in him. Like they were going to be something more than friends.

“What would it be like to kiss someone? Do you know?” Wendy asked.

“I think… well, I think a kiss is warm,” Kai said, surprising himself. “It’s like… kissing a cup of cocoa. Or something warm in general.”

“How do you know?” Wendy asked.

“Well, I like warming my hands right? So once I tried warming my lips instead of my hands on a cup of cocoa. And it felt nice. Except the cup was hard, so it wasn’t really like kissing. I mean, lips are soft, right?” Kai laughed nervously.

Wendy stared at him. Her eyes went slightly wide at a certain thought that popped into her brain. To cover, she quickly asked a question.

“What if you kissed a hand?” Wendy asked nervously. “I mean, that would be soft and warm, right?” She fumbled around for a hand. In her confused and nervous state, she accidentally took Kai’s hand and kissed it.

Both faces turned red. Wendy’s eyes went wide, and Kai looked away.

“I- I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking!” Wendy apologized.

“It’s… fine?” Kai responded, as though he was asking a question.

“Um, well, I think we should, um, go,” Wendy stammered.

Both stood up abruptly, and started walking home, looking at the ground with flushed red cheeks and thoughts they didn’t want to say out loud.

Being fourteen was confusing to both Wendy and Kai, to say the least.

“Kai? Wendy’s here!” Kai’s mom yelled up to Kai. Kai flinched, sitting up straight. He could hear footsteps and knew he couldn’t avoid the awkward situation that was about to come.

Ever since the awkward day in the snow fields, Wendy and Kai hadn’t really talked to each other, even though almost a year had passed. Neither of them had been acting the same. Their comfortable silences turned into more awkward silences. They didn’t know what to do or what to say. Because of that, they had slightly drifted apart in their first year of high school. As they joined separate social circles, Wendy and Kai didn’t see each other much anymore. They waved to each other in the hallways and knew they had the same English teacher from short discussions in the lunch line, but they were so busy that they didn’t have much time to talk. And, secretly, they didn’t know what to say.

But also secretly, both wanted to go back to the friendship they had before. As Wendy walked up the stairs, she reiterated to herself this mission, even though she was a bit anxious of seeing Kai.

Wendy opened the door cautiously, and Kai pulled up a chair, motioning for Wendy to sit. They both stared at each other before talking.

“I-” Wendy started.

“So-” Kai started.

Suddenly, they both laughed, and the tension was broken.

“Do you want to go first?” Kai asked.

“What did Ms. Jeffords assign for homework? I was out sick,” Wendy asked.

Kai showed her the assignment, and suddenly, everything seemed to fall into place as they worked together. It was as if nothing had changed. After they finished, a certain bulletin board of Kai’s caught her eye.

One of the photos depicted Wendy and Kai together, making silly faces. Another showed Wendy making the victory sign as she posed after winning her soccer match. The final one showed Kai looking down at a book, twiddling with his pencil.

“Whoa, those photos are good!” Wendy complimented Kai as she stared at them. “Can I take the one of me?”

“Sure.” Kai said. “Thanks for the compliment.”

Both stood up, and Wendy was about to turn and open the door when she paused. She didn’t want to go yet. She wanted to talk to Kai more. She wanted to work on homework with him and walk through the high school hallways together.

Wendy took a small step towards Kai. Kai furrowed his brows, but just as he was about to ask a question, Wendy took another small step and tripped over a pencil on the ground.

The fall sent her flying towards Kai. Kai put his hands out, trying to stop her from falling. Instead, they were both knocked back onto Kai’s bed, with Wendy landing squarely on him and their lips touching.

Kai’s lips were soft. Wendy felt his mouth make a slight O of surprise. She blinked, dazed. Thoughts were racing through her head a mile a minute. Had Kai always felt so comforting? Had he always smelled that good? Why was she here again? What was she doing here? Her mom was absolutely going to kill her.

Meanwhile, Kai was going through the exact same thing. Had Wendy always looked so pretty? Had she always had such nice lips? Why was her hair so soft? What was going on? He prayed his mom wouldn’t walk in. He closed his eyes, not wanting to cut the moment short.

Wendy rolled to the side, and Kai’s eyes opened wide. They stared at the ceiling in silence, both faces red as tomatoes.

After a while, Kai opened his mouth to speak.

“Well. You know how kissing feels now, right?”

Wendy laughed. “Yeah- I guess.”

“How- how was it?” Kai murmured.

“Wel- Well, it was… fine? Good? Okay?” Wendy’s thoughts failed to form as she regained her composure.

Kai smiled wanly.

They stayed like that for a long time, figuring themselves out and sorting their thoughts into neat piles that were ruined every time one of them moved slightly. Their hearts beat almost simultaneously as they tried to regain control.

Kai’s face turned to Wendy’s, and he found Wendy staring at him.

They were fifteen, yet they felt something new. Something that could blossom into a new, different feeling.

“We’ve returned!” Wendy announced as she and Kai walked to the field where they used to spend all of their time together.

Kai beamed at her, and she felt the same fluttering she had always felt. They settled down under a willow tree, hiding them from the other people in the field.

“How do you feel about turning seventeen?” Wendy asked him.

Kai frowned. “It’s kind of scary, I guess. One more year until we turn eighteen.”

As Wendy stared out, she felt two arms snaking around her waist. She turned around to find Kai nesting his head on her neck.

“This feels nice,” he murmured.

“Mmm.” Wendy responded.

Kai pulled her closer. They leaned against each other, watching the sun slowly set.

“Come on,” Wendy said, gently untangling Kai’s arms. “We have to go home now. It’s already 8:30.”

Both stood up, dusting grass off of their legs. Holding hands, they walked slowly across the field to the entrance, and parted ways at the crosswalk.

“Wait.” Kai said as Wendy was about to walk off. He hugged her quickly and lightly kissed her on the tip of her nose. Wendy’s eyes slightly widened in surprise, and she smiled.

“Bye, Wendy.” Kai said, and the two walked off in opposite directions. Wendy felt like she was walking on air.

“Hey!”

Kai turned around.

“Meet here? Tomorrow?”

Kai nodded. Wendy smiled.

“Okay, bye! Love you!”

Kai’s eyes brightened at what he had just heard. Wendy winced as she turned around, realizing the impact of what she had just said. Hoping Kai didn’t hear her, she tried to walk a little faster.

“Wendy!”

Wendy turned around, squirming. She really hoped Kai hadn’t heard what she had just said. It was incredibly embarrassing.

“I love you too!” Kai beamed.

Wendy’s eyes widened, and she smiled back in delight.

“Me too!”

They walked off, for real this time.

Kai walked to a crosswalk, taking out his phone and scrolling to Wendy’s number. That way, he’d remember to text her, to let her know he had gotten home safely.

He looked up at the fading colors of the sky, the muted yellow and orange fading into purple and blue. He thought he detected the small image of a sunflower formed by the colors.

“Blue and purple sunflowers. I must be going crazy,” he said out loud.

He hummed a melody as he walked across the crosswalk. Still a little lovestruck from the exchange of love confessions, Kai didn’t hear the sounds around him change from crickets to the humming of engines. He couldn’t feel the rush of wind gusting towards him by the speed of the tires.

The air around him suddenly lit up, surprising Kai. He turned his head, not comprehending how it was light and not dark. The panic and shock on his face was nothing compared to the panic on the driver’s face. Time seemed to slow down for both.

Kai saw the truck. A part of his mind realized that he was about to die. Another part told him to run. But he was frozen in the midst of the bright glowing headlights.

The driver tried to swerve to avoid Kai, but it was too late. The front of the car slammed directly into Kai, pushing him onto his back. He blinked, dazed. He could hear a car door opening, and turned his head. He could smell blood and he could feel it. His head felt woozy and dazed. He couldn’t understand anything except for the blinding pain.

The last thing he saw was a sunflower, growing on the side of the road.

Goodbye, Kai thought.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The truck driver was still alive.

Wendy rushed into the room after Kai’s parents left. Gulping down a sob, she rushed to the chair.

They had cleaned him up, but his wound was clearly still there.

Wendy knew he was dead. Did she accept that?

No.

Her logical, reasoning, rational part of her brain said he was dead. He wouldn’t be coming back. Why would he?

But her emotional, empathetic, heart-broken part of her brain said no. No, he wasn’t dead. Tomorrow morning he’d wake up, and he’d be injured, but he’d be fine. Right? Wasn’t that what happened in the books?

She was so hopeless she had actually considered trying the “true love’s kiss” she always saw in movies.

They were burying him tomorrow. The ambulance had arrived about 10 minutes after it had happened. They had rushed him to the hospital, and tried to revive him- but they had failed.

Wendy gulped back another sob, but this time the tears came back, flowing down her face.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered. “I should have been there. I- I thought you knew how to walk home alone, it wasn’t my fault!” Wendy lightly punched Kai in the shoulder before dissolving. Her tears fell like raindrops on the pristine white blanket covering Kai.

“You can’t be dead.” she sobbed out. “Kai, you can’t be dead. You’re sixteen. You aren’t even old enough to drink yet.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Wendy finally said. “You weren’t supposed to die. We were supposed to go to college together!” Her tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto her jeans.

Wendy knelt down on the floor, sobbing. She stayed there for a long time, tears rolling down her face and soaking the bed sheets.

At last, the tears stopped flowing and Wendy stopped gasping for air. She looked at Kai, his face serene. His eyes were closed, but Wendy knew behind his eyelids laid dark brown eyes which used to be full of emotions. His hands laid beside him, cold and still, but Wendy knew that they used to be warm and comforting.

As the nurses tapped on the door, Wendy got up. She took a deep breath, then walked to the door. As she turned the handle, she looked back at Kai for a second. He looked otherworldly, lying there with the monitor silent and the white sheets all around him.

The tears dripped on the floor as Wendy raced out. Her heart had been shattered into pieces, never to be repaired fully. A piece had been taken by the boy who laid there.

Once upon a time, there had been a boy, full of life and positivity. Now there was only a boy lying in a stark white room surrounded by pristine sheets, dead to the world. Once upon a time, there had been a girl, full of happiness and mischief. Now there was only a girl racing out of the hospital, tears flowing and heart broken.

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i’m here sorry for the hour! (i think we have the same time zone) SOO one of my biggest hc, because i’m a drama lover and love suffering,, i think they fight really rarely but when it happens it’s a big deal and they both suffers so much having an argument with each other 😭..brahim is always the one who say sorry but he does with actions and not really verbally because my other hc is that his love language is physical touch (it feels just real YK?!?).

THOSE ARE MY PRINCIPAL ONES BUT I HAVE A LOT MORE HC, BUT I THINK I WILL WRITE THESE AFTER SCHOOL TOMORROW (today basically lmao) BECAUSE IM SO TIRED😭😭

OHH AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT, just as yk i read anything u wrote on AO3 and i really love the way you write emotions, dialogues, sensations and the scenes ITS JUST AMAZING,, and i can’t wait for you to write more😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻 (this text is so long helpp) ohh and my favorite one is absolutely “”i want to hear your breath (just next to my soul)”” I LITERALLY READ THIS LIKE 26382728 TIMESS🫶🏻

AND NOTHING SORRY FOR THIS REALLY LOOOONG AND BORING TEXT, (i’m so talkative when i talk about things i love lol)

love youu💕🫶🏻😭

(i hope you understood this because my english is so bad sometimes and so confusing☹️☹️)

hii!!!

right off the bat, drama and suffering? girl same 😭😭 HDNFKJFJ ES YES BIG YES that is so 100% how it goes, like they're both dumbass supreme fr it's bound to not end well sometimes (ಥ_ಥ)

AAAAAAAA as for saying sorry, ur soo right brahim is definitely the one to do it first bc honestly? look at theo bro does he look like he'd ever say sorry FKSHFJKKK 💀 ok jk he probably would if he realllyyy had to but yk... but really, that's so cute to imagine and also kinda sad pfft-

& ahh yes the age old struggling to verbally say sorry is so both of them fr... both of them are a little stubborn for that hehehehe

i totally see physical touch being their love language hdnfksskkk aaaaa U KNOW THEM SOO WELL this is so accurate i' cryingggfggf

THANK YOU SO MUCHH FOR SHARING THESE,, and wow,, even more? i'm blessed fr ah 🥹

AND OH! i'm,, (❁´◡`❁) thank you infinitely, i'm soo glad there are people out there who like what i make it makes me soo happy, and of course i will write more for them, always!!!! :,-) *☆。

PLSS DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE LENGTH, i love getting long asks, they're absolutely the best to answer, and it wasn't boring at all AA already made my whole day has me smiling like an idiot etc etc,,

i'm also reaaaally talkative about these things, i get itttt and pls feel free to talk about them (or anything else!!!) whenever u want to!!

i love them fghdd

and love u too omg thank u sooo much 💐(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) 💌💌

(yes of course i did!!! not confusing at alll and your english is really good don't worry pleaseee)

#mutuals!!!!!#asks <3 #hernandiaz #aaaaaaa

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cambria-writes · 2 years

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ETA 27 Nov 2022: it has taken me literally weeks to realize that this is chapter thirteen, that i posted as chapter twelve, and that there’s a whole almost 4K words missing between this and the chapter i posted before it. i cannot express how much of an utter fucking buffoon i feel like please forgive me oh my god

hello! i think i proofread this, but as i mentioned before I wrote all of this in a trance after a really shit day so. honestly who knows.

i actually. i'm super insecure about this and i really don't. i don't know man. i'm trying not to make reader a mary-sue but i'm also fighting tooth and nail with myself about the fact that it wouldn't matter even if she was. my inner demons are bitches fr. send help

if i'm totally real i might. i might rewrite this and shove a few things into the next chapter. i don't know. i don't know!!

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader rating: M, each chapter rated individually warnings: swearing, bleading, minor injuries, author was dissociated while writing basically, pacing is off the charts word count: 4,481

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓: 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩

The silence in the RV is practically deafening. Your skin feels too tight and your head feels full of cotton. It’s hard to think past the anxiety of it. For years, now, you’ve had to deal with nightmares, visions and horrifying knowledge that wouldn’t be believed. Years of being made to feel like Cassandra; bringer of prophecy and never believed. You’ve had to watch people die over and over again, without any ability to do anything about it.

You haven’t had much time to stop and think about why you have powers now in the first place. It’s connected to Eleven opening the gate in ‘83, that much you know. Well, you assume. The timing is a little bit too convenient for these things not to be connected.

What you’re not sure about is why all of a sudden you can do things now, instead of just having to spectate. You’re filtering through the events that you remember seeing, but nothing matches up with the timing. Nothing happened right before the night you first plane shifted. Even Chrissy was… even that was after.

A part of you wants to believe it’s just a reactionary thing; maybe some part of you is connected to the Upside Down, maybe it’s just nature providing its new predator with a foil. When you sigh, a hand comes down on your shoulder. You’re sat on the ground between Eddie’s legs; you don’t need to look up to know he’s wanting to ask what’s wrong. You shake your head and wave him off.

You’re overthinking things again.

When Steve hits the brakes on the RV, you slowly get up and follow Lucas, Erica and Sam to the door. You stop on the last step and look out at the house in front of you.

“Well that’s… that looks safe.”

Lucas snorts and Max turns around to look at you.

“Welcome to Creel Manor,” Max says, extending an arm out towards the run down building.

“Wait,” you say, when the three are about to walk off into the house. You reach out to grab Lucas’ hand and put your handgun, grip first, into it. “The safety’s already off, so be careful. Just…” You look from Lucas’ shocked face to the house, behind you to the RV, and back to the boy in front of you. “Anyone show up, aim for the legs, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lucas agrees, quietly, looking from the gun back to you. “Enough people dead already, right?”

When you give him a pat on the shoulder, the thought comes to you. You run back in to tell Steve to wait for you for just a second, grab one of the soda’s from your designated pack by Eddie’s feet, and run back out, past the kids, straight to the front door.

“Hey, what are you—” Erica starts, but you hiss at the lot of them.

“Shut up, I need to focus.”

You use the corroded knob on the front door to pop open the soda and chug it as fast as you can. It burns the entire way down, and when the bottle is empty you feel like you’re five seconds away from regurgitating it all back up. You take a few deep breaths to steady yourself, and place your hand on the panels covering what you know is a stained glass window underneath.

You have no idea if this is going to work. You know this is at least an eighth level spell, and you have no way of knowing what can or can’t work with you. You’ve used different schools so far—alteration, divination, necromantic—so there’s no real way to know for sure.

Nevertheless, you close your eyes, try your best to develop a mental image of the front porch you’re standing on, and take one last deep breath.

On the exhale, you whisper something low enough that you know that no one else could've possibly heard you.

Immediately, the wooden panel under your hand splits, and you can hear the bushes around the porch rustle. You can hear the three kids calling after you behind you, mostly panicked. When you pull you hand away from the door and look at your palm, there’s a small gash where the splintered wood cut the skin open.

You ball your hand into a fist and wipe the blood from your nose before turning around. You toss the empty bottle into the bushes and ignore Lucas and Erica in favour of walking up to Max.

“Remember what I said at the lake,” you say, sternly, clenching your jaw against the headache pounding behind your eyes. “You’re not responsible for this. It’s not your job to fix this alone.”

“Yeah,” Max breathe, nodding shortly.

You bite your lips and nod once before running back up and in to the RV. Steve speeds off before the door even shuts behind you, and Eddie is right there, grabbing you by the shoulders with a force that startles.

“What the hell was that?”

“Contingency,” you say quietly, slowly reaching up to pull his hands off your shoulders. “I don’t have to think about or do everything, but I can at least give myself a plan B.”

“And what’s your plan B, exactly?” You hear Robin ask. You turn your head to look over your shoulder at Nancy before looking back up at Eddie. You let him reach up to swipe a thumb over your upper lip.

“Evac.”

“Okay,” Nancy starts, pushing herself away from the front seats to look back at the rest of you. “I wanna run through it one more time. Phase one.”

“We meet Erica at the playground,” Robin says, voice calm and low. “She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”

“Phase two.”

“Max baits Vecna,”Steve says, hands on his hips. “He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.”

Nancy nods. “Phase three?”

“Me and Eddie draw the bats away.”

“And if anything goes wrong?” Nancy prompts, and you raise your hand from behind Eddie.

“I plane shift them back, we take the bikes and meet up with Erica.”

“Four.”

“We head into Vecna’s hopefully newly bat-free lair and… flambé.” Robin says, holding up one of the Molotovs.

“Nobody moves onto the phase phase until we’ve all copied,” Nancy starts, before looking pointedly at you. “Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?”

You just nod while the rest voice their confirmation and swallow thickly. It’s obvious she knows you’ve got a plan no one else is involved in, and she seems adamant in letting you know not to resort to it.

And you can’t make promise like that. Not for this.

When everyone moves for their gear, after you’ve picked up your bag from the floor, you grab Eddie by the arm and hold him back.

“Hey, you trust me, right?” You ask, letting your hand slide down to his once he’s stopped to turn around to face you. He frowns but nods once.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, sounding unsure. “Yeah, of course. Why…”

You take a second to bite your lip. “Word of Recall,” you whisper, tightening your fingers around his hand. “That’s what I used. Just… just in case.”

“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Steve calls out, poking his head in through the door. “We’re on a time crunch here guys.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you apologize quickly, dropping Eddie’s hand and bolting before he can say anything. You pull your bag around to your front and rummage through the contents to grab a switch knife and tuck it into your right front pocket.

Inside the trailer, you move past the gate and head straight for the bathroom.

“Hey, I get that this is really stressful and we probably won’t be able to use the bathroom in a while but,” Robin starts, following you and pausing in the doorway.

Your hand is deep under the sink’s cabinet, reaching for the two cans of hairspray you know are tucked in there.

“Okay now I’m even more confused.”

While you stuff the cans into your bag, you pull out a zippo with your free hand.

“They hate fire,” you explain shortly, tugging harshly on the bag’s ties before getting up on the floor. “I know it’s not part of the Grand Plan or whatever but honestly I’d rather be safe.”

Robin just stands there and looks at you for a second before shrugging her shoulders. “Suit yourself, as long as you don’t blow yourself up.”

Thankfully, going through the gate doesn’t bring or induce anything awful this time. When Nancy and Robin pull you up to your feet after dropping in, you stand to the side just to listen. Your head stays blissfully free of any lich telepathy. You glance quickly over at Nancy, who’s grabbing the weapons Eddie’s throwing up through the gate, and can’t help but wonder.

You shake the thoughts out of your head and, once everyone and everything is through safely, you head out the door, behind Dustin. Eddie’s just put his hand at your lower back when Steve turns around.

“Hey, guys, listen” he calls out, making his way back over to the three of you. He points at you. “If things here start to go south—”

“Abort, take them back,” you finish for him, heaving your back higher up on your shoulder. “We’ve been through that, I know.”

“Right. Just, draw the attention of the bats, keep ‘em busy for a minute or two, and we’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute, or, be a hero or something.” You notice how Steve seems to be looking more intently at Dustin, now. “You guys are just—”

“Decoys,” Dustin interrupts. “Don’t worry, you can be the hero, Steve.” You can’T help but snort.

‘Absolutely, I mean,” Eddie continues, and vaguely gestures at the three of you. “Look at us. We are not heroes.”

Steve looks pointedly at you again and you put your hands up.

“Hey, I’m not a hero either man, I’m just the party cleric.”

Steve looks entirely unconvinced, though that might just be the nerves showing. He nods, and moves to walk away, but Eddie takes a step forward and calls out to him. He looks back at Dustin, then over his other shoulder to you, before saying, “Make him pay.”

Red lightning strikes immediately followed by a clap of thunder. You flinch at the sound, immediately followed by yelp when you feel something at your elbow.

“Hey, sorry,” Dustin says, leaning away and putting his hand up. “You alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” you mutter, clearing your throat. “Come on,” you say a little louder, tapping Dustin’s arms and moving towards one of the other trailers. “Time to set up.”

While Eddie and Dustin go through the Munson trailer to get the amp, wires and his beloved Warlock, you busy yourself with getting the ladder. You prop it up against the side of the trailer as best you can so it won’t be too wobbly, and make your way onto the roof. You let your bag drop and give a few thumps with your feet. When you hear Dustin shouting, you smirk and move to grab the length of rope you’d stashed in your bag. You work to loop part of it around your waist and tie it as tightly as you can manage, sit just beyond the ladder, and toss the rest of the rope down.

The front door makes you jump when it slams open, and you sigh when you hear Dustin whooping.

“You ready for the most metal concert ever?!”

“I would’ve rather be at the Hideout to hear Eddie play for the first time but I guess this fuckin’ works,” you return, leaning back on your hands. “Hurry up losers, we’re wasting daylight.”

“Yeah, calm your tits, woman,” Eddie grumbles, hitching the amp higher in his arms. “Isn’t even any daylight in this place anyways.”

When they’re up next to the ladder, Dustin carefully ties the handle of the amp before making his way up the ladder. Slowly, the two of you pull the amp up along the ladder. You scoot back as much as you can while Dustin grabs the thing and heaves it up onto the roof. The larger amps nearly make you slide off the edge of the roof, but after the second one, the other two don’t feel as heavy.

“You’re good!” You call out to Eddie, quickly untying the rope from your waist. You’re about to just toss it to the side, but quickly ball it up and toss it back into your bag.

Eddie tosses the aux cords up first, then the spears. He goes back down to get the makeshift shield and, when he’s high enough up on the ladder, pulls the guitar from his back and passes it over into your waiting hands.

“You find the generator?” You ask, passing the guitar off the Dusting, who carey gingerly leans it up against the amp.

“Yeah, just gimme a minute to get it running,” Eddie says, strained, before letting himself slide back down the ladder. You cross you arms and worry at your lower lip while you start to pace.

“So,” Dustin starts, and when you look over at him he’s got his hands behind his back and is rocking back and forth on his feet. “How long have you and Eddie been a thing?”

Though you do your best impression of a blank stare, you feel your stomach drop and your heart leap into your throat.

“What?” He whines, easing his back and forth swaying and brings his arms in front of his to gesture at you. “Have you seen the two of you?”

“Bullshit,” you spit, leaning down to grab your bag. “He’s like that with everyone. Besides, I haven’t even seen him in like, three years. We barely know each other.”

“Uh huh,” Dustin nods, and you groan when he looks entirely unconvinced and very much like a little shit. “Look, I’m just saying! He doesn’t look at us that way!”

“Look at you in what way, dude? He looks at me with eyes and a face like a normal human.”

“He looks at you,” Dustin starts again, lowering his voice and walking up to you. “Like you’re a ghost he never thought he’d see again.”

You scoff and turn your head away. “Yeah well, he’s not wrong.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means we’re different, kid,” you say quietly, pulling out a hand to inspect your suddenly very interesting nails. “A lot has happened since ‘83. Maybe he’s the same, but I’m not.”

“No, you’re right.” And the shock of his agreement has you looking back at Dusting. “I mean, a lot has happened in three years, sure. And yeah, I mean look at you, you’ve got legit superpowers now.”

“And massive trauma from seeing people die all the time.”

“And massive trauma fr—wait. You saw people die?”

You turn away again and run a hand down your face.

“Yeah. Yeah I did. I saw Nancy’s friend get caught by a demogorgon. Some scientist at the lab. Bob, all the people that got turned into—into goop. Fucking, Billy.” You take in a stuttering breath. Somewhere not too far away you hear Eddie swearing before the sound of a generator starting drowns him out. “Any time someone died because of the Upside Down, I was there. I saw it.”

“Shit,” Dustin whispers.

“Yeah. Shit.”

The sound of the generator cuts out, and Eddie’s is audible again. You exhale sharply through your nose and turn back to face Dustin.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Uh,” Dustin takes a step back and frowns. “That depends entirely on what the promise is.”

You lick your lips and point at him. “No matter what happens, okay,” you start, pointing down at your bag. “And I don’t give a flying but about Wheeler’s plan. No matter what happens, once we get out of here, I need you to distract Eddie for me.”

“What, why would you—”

“I’m expecting an answer, Henderson, not an interrogation. Will you or won’t you?”

The frown stays on his face a second longer before realization takes over his features. Not a good kind of realization.

“When you were talking about evac,” he starts slowly, first turning to walk away before turning back to point at you. “You were talking about Max.”

“Dustin,” you warn, voice low.

“You were. You’re actually thinking about trying to be a hero.”

“I’m not! I’m just, this is stupid!”

“What’s stupid now?” Eddie calls from the ground, and no sooner you turn around to face the ladder does an extension cord come flying over the edge. You and Dustin both stand by and watch it slowly slide back over the edge. “Seriously guys, hello?”

Dustin moves first to kneel at and look over the edge. You huff and make yourself useful and start plugging up the amps and the guitar. Once Dustin manages to grab the extension cord—after several almost-hilarious failures—it’s a quick fix to get the amps plugged in.

You barely have a second to breathe before the walking crackles to life.

“She’s in, move on to phase three.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, turning to Eddie while Dustin confirms. “Remember, no funny business. THe bats show up, we go in, and we get the fuck out of here.”

“And if shit hits the fan, we’ve got you,” Eddie confirms, surprising you by pulling you to him with a hand behind your neck, and knocking your foreheads together. “Get ready to have your mind blown.”

You almost laugh and slowly take a few steps back when he lets you go. Dustin walks up next to you after turning the amps up as far as they’ll go, and nudges you with an elbow. You smack him upside the head with a scowl in return. Eddie whispers something you don’t quite catch when he rips the guitar pick from around his neck, and starts to play.

Your whispered ‘what the fuck’ is lost in the opening bars of Master of Puppets. Next to you, Dustin seems to appreciate Eddie’s performance, but you can’t help the slack-jawed, shocked look you know is on your face. That song came out barely three weeks ago.

Dustin smacks you in the arm, looking absolutely delighted while bobbing his head to the song. You frown and nod—yeah this is. For a once man show in hell surrounded by murderous everything, this really… this really isn’t that bad.

It’s not too long after, once Dustin’s taken a look through his binoculars, that the countdown starts. You throw your bag over your shoulder and run for the edge of the roof where you know a truck is parked and hop down. You can barely hear Dustin calling out for ten seconds by the time you’ve opened the door beyond the fence. You hear the clatter of the guitar against the roof and usher the two of them in through the fence. By the time you slam the door shut behind you and the three of you are in the trailer, you’re lightheaded from holding your breath.

Slumped against the door, you can help but chuckle when both Dustin and Eddie start jumping up and down like excited kids. Though you’re glad they’re capable of having a good time about this, you really wish adrenaline could have the same effect on you.

You really just feel like vomiting, and the sound of a swarm of shrieking bats outside isn’t making things any easier.

When you hear the tell-tale thump of bats landing on the roof, while Eddie and Dustin move to stand back to back just underneath the gate, you once again move past them to the bathroom. Reach under the sink, and pull… three? Alright, cool, three more cans of hairspray. You drop them onto the mattress when you walk back out, and grab the two from your bag to throw them down too. You pause from where you’re sitting on the mattress, looking up and Eddie and Dustin. Eddie shrugs, just as confused when the trailer goes silent.

“Hey dipshits!” Dustin screams, and you’re shocked at how guttural it sounds. “Give up that easy huh?!”

“Dude shut up!” You whisper harshly, fishing for the lighter in your jacket

“Is that really necessary?” Eddie asks, but before Dustin can say anything else there’s a thump on the roof,

And another. And the thumps are headed in… a specific direction?

Spray in one and and lighter in the other, you slowly follow Eddie and Dustin as they make their ways toward—

“Tell me that’s not a fucking vent,” you whisper, nudging Eddie.

“They can’t come in through there, can they?” Dustin asks. And you’re about to berate him for saying possibly the worst thing he could say in this situation when the plastic cover comes flying off.

You shove post Eddie and Dustin out of the way, flick your lighter and start spraying.

The fire and heat shock you, but clearly not more than it shocked the bat who stuck it’s stupid little head inside.

“Get out of the way!” Eddie shouts behind you, and though you back up a little, you keep the fire going until you realize what he’s.

Eddie hops on the chair he slides over, hops on and jams the shield right into the ceiling. When it’s been quiet for a second, you let out a breathy laugh.

“Would you look at that, the nails didn’t pop out.” You turn when the two high five each other, but frown and wave them down. “Wait hold up.”

“Are there any other vents?” Dustin asks, and Eddie doesn’t even say a word before he takes off for the other end of the trailer.

You stay stock still under the gate, fingers gripping the can and lighter with sore fingers. You give yourself a moment to close your eyes in resignation when you hear a swarm of bats burst in through Eddie’s bedroom.

“Come on!” You scream, motioning wildly at Dustin to get up and through the gate. “Get up there!” He swears the entire way to you, through the gate, and when he finally stands up on the other side, relatively safe and sound. You quickly grab your bag and scoop the hairspray back into it.

“Leave that shit here!” Eddie yells, spear and second shield aimed at the slowly splintering door. “Get up there!”

Tie the bag firmly shut and bring it to your front, pocket your lighter and jump up as high as you can to grip the rope. Just as unpleasant the third time around. You’re rolling off the mattress, clutching your bag for dear life and briefly wondering what the tipping point is for a glass bottle of soda to explode, when you notice Dustin’s shouting getting desperate.

You scramble to your feet and trip over the mattress. When you look up,Eddie’s barely made it halfway up.

And he’s just hanging there.

“Eddie, please,” Dustin pleads, and the look on Eddie’s face makes your blood run cold.

“Eddie,” you whine, grabbing the rope with one hand. “Edward Munson, I swear—”

“On your dad’s Elvis vinyl collection, I know,” he says quietly. But nevertheless, he lets himself drop back down and while Dustin is shrieking, Eddie.

Eddie cuts the god damn fucking rope.

“No,” you growl. “No, no no no, no that lying piece of fuckign shit. Dustin, stop,” you call out, walking over and pulling him away from the table.

“What are you talking about, Eddie’s—”

“Eddie’s lucky he has a fucking plane shifting friend is what he is!” You shout, shoving Dustin toward the trailer door. “Go meet up with Erica, and don’t get caught. I’ll get us both back in one piece.”

“But—”

“Go!”

You’re fuming. Absolutely raging. You let yourself pace for a second before closing your eyes.

Your stomach drops. Your breath gets caught.

And for a wonderful fraction of a second, there’s no sound.

And then it’s right back into the shrieking swarm of bats. And though you’re almost loathe to recognize it, you were right.

None of them come even close to touching you as the few stragglers left in the trailer fly out the door. You run out the door after them just in time to see Eddie pull a bike up off the ground.

“Eddie, you son of a bitch!” You scream, barrelling into him to knock you both down to the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Saving your stupid fucking idiotic traitor ass!” You shout back, awkwardly shimmying the bag off. “They can’t get me but they can get you, god, fuck, why did you do that,” you grind out between grit teeth, looming over Eddie with both hands braced on either side of his head to keep you up.

You feel the brush of sharp wings and serrated tails on your back as the bats swarm around you, until you don’t. A quick glance to either side of you confirms that the bats are, in fact, trying to get to Eddie by crawling on the ground. You don’t even have time to question why the hell they’re so intent on him.

Eddie shoves you off as gently as you figure someone can manage in this kind of situation, and immediately reaches into your bag to grab a can of hairspray. You lunge for the bag on the ground and dump everything. Pull the switchblade out and cut a few inches of rope and unravel it.

Pull out your lighter.

Flick it on. Carefully tie the rope around to keep the switch depressed and release.

Put the lighter down on the ground in front of you and reach for the hairspray.

Tie the rest of the rope down the length of the can to make sure the nozzle keeps spraying.

When you put it next to the lighter, it’s close enough to catch fire.

You stumble back up on your feet and snatch the bottle of soda. By the time you have your free on Eddie’s shoulder to pull him back, he’s got the bats flying back up in the air, a column of fire keeping most of them away.

“Count down to one for me,” you say, popping open the bottle of soda with your teeth. There’s a quick shot of pain before you take another swig, and you know you’ve chipped a tooth. “From five!”

“What the hell am I counting down to?” Eddie asks over his shoulder at you.

“Do you trust me or not?”

You can see Eddie twisting his tongue.

“Five.”

You close your eyes and take another swig of the soda.

“Four.”

Dry bushes, rotten wood, covered stained glass.

“Three, and this better be good cause I’m running out!”

You take a deep breath and think about derelict manors..

“Two!”

“Cut the fire.”

“What?!”

“You were supposed to say one,” you whisper. “Ravenloft.”

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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Here I am again ....the one with the Simon in the wild bestie

Hehe it's so sweet of you to invite me over for tea 😄

So yeah for the Morgenstern essay I still haven't typed it out ...but it's basically like Clary (protagonist) and Sebastian (antagonist) both were Morgensterns. It's a tainted name in the shadowhunters community right? So my point is something isn't always inherently bad ...it's the circumstances or the fate (or the plot 😗) which makes them bad. Now for Jonathan/ Sebastian bro had been going through torture for all his life as the demon blood burns shadowhunters. He was Raised to be a weapon unlike Jace who was atleast taught other stuff. Upbringing matters a lot in shaping those characters, shaping their powers. Like for comparison if you look at Jace when he was a Wayland...when he was a Morgenstern....when he is a herondale... there's a slight difference in the way he's written or the way he fights ... he's still the same Jace but there's this minute difference you'd notice. So basically the background you're Given also matters a lot ...which happened with Sebastian. If he was given a non-Valentine life/ background....if his blood wasn't infused...if he was brought up in a normal way he'd have definitely led a better life As a Morgenstern and wouldn't have been the one manipulated into being the villian .... maybe he'd have still turned out to be a antagonist who knows. But atleast throughout his life he'd have felt light the way he felt while dying. Maybe clary's fate would've changed if they grew up as siblings who knows. The Morgensterns we've seen till now are all fucked in the head fr. Like even Clary could've gotten her villian arc easily...the clave anyways did not trust her as she was a Morgenstern.

To sum it up ....I feel Morgensterns have a dominant dark side n would be the bad guy ...but you always get a choice to choose your path even if you're blinded by the fate

(I hope my word vomit made sense....I mean these were basically facts which already existed I just typed out my thought process)

Oh for the guy thing ... nothing romantic is going on in plain sight but there gave been moments... really sweet ones. Oh btw last week I sent him the thing I wrote which said 'i want to be written about ' .....as my bday gift guy wrote for me ..which made my day

Anyways I hope you're doing okayyy ヾ⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉヾ⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ

The nature of last names in the shadowhunters world is such a compelling one, and you're right, it's absolutely something of a metaphor for choosing who you become, who you are. Even during ascension, there's a certain amount of this. You pick a name that you want to be like. You don't pick a name like Morgenstern.

Except... There's also an amount of reclamation when it comes to last names. Gabriel and Gideon worked hard to make the Lightwood name mean something good again after their father tainted it, and I think a large part of their ability to do that comes from Tatiana denouncing the Lightwood name at the same time.

A name doesn't dictate personality, of course, but it does have a certain sway in how you are treated by other shadowhunters, which of course, informs the way you act. It's a whole thing in developmental psychology; natural/genetic temperaments garner certain reactions, which then controls how a child is parented etc., which then has a hand in which other personality traits etc. come to the surface. I think this is very similar to how shadowhunters are raised according to their last name, and how, so often we see a change of name being an indicator of a change of self--because it can be difficult to change when you are still being perceived a certain way.

As for where this leaves us with the Morgensterns... Green-eyed Jonathan is often associated with the last name Fairchild, and I think the reason why is clear. There's an amount of hope there, for a person who never got to be a person--that he would turn out to be better than the man who raised him. And if he had been raised a Morgenstern, even without the demon blood, I do think it would have been more likely for him to become an antagonist, than if he had been raised a Fairchild, simply because one name has a much more negative connotation than the other--especially in the time that Jonathan was being raised. People would have treated him differently as a Morgenstern than they would a Fairchild.

If we're following the logic that somehow Valentine was not a presence in his childhood, this would all have to circle back to Jocelyn, and her decision whether to keep her husband's name or not. I do think there could be scenarios where she did, but I would be more inclined to believe that she would at the very least return to being Jocelyn Fairchild and raise her son with the same name. No, this wouldn't make him immune to the reactions of other shadowhunters, but I do think the choice to step away from the tainted name would be recognized and acknowledged in a positive way. We see a little bit of the opposite happen with Clary, iirc, when she takes up Heosphoros, but she was already at a point, then, when she was ready to treat Morgenstern in a similar way to how Gideon and Gabriel would have treated Lightwood after the events of TID.

It would be so interesting to see how such reclamation would have played out if Clary and Jonathan had been raised as siblings. Would Clary see the way her brother was treated for a name he didn't even use and get angry for him? Would Jonathan work hard to be a good example for his sister, a good steward of the family he was born into? Or would it be something of the opposite? Or would they ever even try to reclaim that name? No Valentine means no "Sebastian" means no continued conversation surrounding the name Morgenstern...

I guess what I'm saying is that maybe there is an inheritable darkness in the Morgensterns, but I think it's possible that the name does as much, if not more, than the genes themselves. Morgensterns have been the bad guys, so they will be painted as such, and future Morgensterns will then have an inclination to fill the shoes and be the bad guys.

Sorry for such a long response!! That essay of sorts really sent some gears spinning I guess lol thank you for sharing!!! (Also happy belated birthday!!!!!! <33)

#also that's such a sweet and thoughtful gift from the guy omg <33 #simon anon #asks #tsc

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