#i thought my reactions would be pretty short and i could put something up during my work break but lolll this took like 3.5 hours

[alrightieaphroditie]

heat waves | e.m *:·ﾟ✧ back to masterlist

pairing *:·ﾟeddie munson x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ3.9k warnings *:·ﾟ18+! minors please do not interact!! lil bit of kissing, some dirty talk if you squint, teasing, pet names (princess - ironically - and babe), oral (f receiving), fingering, some praise, some spitting, probably poorly written smut :))  an *:·ﾟ.... i've been on the fence about whether or not i'd ever dabble in trying to write smut but i just had this idea and literally needed to write it so.. here it is! this is literally my first attempt at writing smut, so i'd deeply appreciate some feedback bc i'm pretty unsure how i feel about it. i feel like i might turn this into a series somehow though, but we'll see! this is mostly unedited so if anything major jumps out, please let me know! anyways, i had fun writing this so i hope you enjoy!!

synopsis *:·ﾟduring the dead of summer, you're cooped up in your room with your boyfriend, eddie munson, casually reading a romance novel when things start to go... awry.

if you really thought about it, you couldn't have been the only one to blame for the events of the night. 

you could've blamed the heat that was currently spreading through hawkins like a wildfire, causing everyone to stay inside with their air conditions blasting. you could've blamed uncle wayne for not fixing the trailers' air conditioning, because that was the reason eddie munson was in your room in the first place. you could've blamed the line at the grocery store earlier, which caused you to impulse buy the romance novel you were currently reading. and you definitely could've blamed your boyfriends’ fingers, as they were lazily trailing up and down your leg. 

eddie laid next to you on the bed, propped up against your pillows as he held his worn out copy of the lord of the rings in his right hand while his other was resting against the back of your leg. his jean shorts were fraying at the end (most likely because he cut them himself) and he was wearing a black muscle tank top (which he had also cut) sporting one of his favorite band logos, and despite the heat, he looked immaculate still, which made you a little jealous. 

you were next to him on the bed, laying on your stomach with your book at the end of the bed, feet propped up against the pillows next to eddie's head. you had been so entuned to the novel that when eddie's fingers first met your leg, you had startled. your reaction had made eddie laugh, made him mutter something about how that was proof that there was a spark between the two of you, and you simply had rolled your eyes at him and turned back to reading. 

his hand had remained motionless on your leg as the two of you read, but eventually, because lord knows eddie munson can't sit still for one moment, his fingers started to lightly trail up and down the back of your leg. he was doing it absentmindedly, his focus on the novel in front of him, but it made you suck in a small breath, especially as his fingers started creeping up your leg and against your thighs.

this would've been fine earlier. in fact, you probably would've put your book down and taken a nap had eddie started doing this mere minutes ago. but now... now your novel was getting a bit more heated than you imagined it would, and you could feel warmth pool in your stomach as you continued to read. the author described the love interest as having dark, wavy hair, and as the main character tugged on said dark, wavy hair while it was between her legs, your mind couldn't help but picture eddie in that same position with you, his big brown eyes gazing up at you while his tongue...

yeah, you thought. this heat is making me delirious. 

despite laying in front of a fan, your face was heating up with a blush. you continued to read, your bottom lip tucked into your mouth between your teeth, until finally the feeling of eddie's fingers grazing the inside of your thigh caused you to snap your legs shut, his hand trapped between your thighs. 

"woah, there," eddie laughed, his fingers wiggling between your thighs as he tried pulling his hand out, not helping your current situation. embarrassed, you tossed your book onto the floor, moving to sit up on the bed. eddie dropped his book on your nightstand, his gaze never leaving your face. a dark look passed through his eyes, and his mouth slowly turned into a grin. "you're blushing, princess."

you pouted at your boyfriend, not necessarily because of his comment but more so because of his little pet name for you. when you and eddie had first started becoming friends, he was a little surprised that a 'prime and proper lady like yourself' (his words) would be hanging out with him. but your younger brother and his friends were a part of eddie's hellfire club and had nothing but good things to say about the man sitting on your bed. and then your friends, steve harrington and robin buckley, started talking about him more, and slowly you were introduced to the man himself. 

eddie first started calling you 'princess' simply just to goad you. the two of you were easily in different financial classes, and the first time eddie ever came over to your house, he compared you to be being a princess in an ivory tower while he slummed it with the peasants. you didn't like the nickname then, because it wasn't like you really had a say in your parent’s income, but it had stuck with eddie. more than not, he did it condescendingly or to just simply piss you off. 

now, you just knew he was doing it to get a rise from you. 

"eddie, it's like over a hundred degrees outside. i'm not blushing, my face is just... hot." you argued meekly, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the wall. a strand of hair fell in your face, and as you tried blowing it away, eddie's eyes dipped to your mouth. 

"you were sittin' in front of a fan, y/n. your face shouldn't be looking like a damn cherry tomato." he laughed back, mirroring your position as he sat in front of you, his hands finding yours and squeezing them gently. he turned his head to the edge of the bed, catching a glimpse of your novel on the floor. you knew the exact moment when he took in the cover of the book - a shirtless man holding a lady tightly against his chest - the moment when those gears in his mind started turning. 

"i'm gonna go out on a wild limb here and say it was 'the duke who lied' that has your pretty little face all colored, huh?" eddie turned back to look at you, his stupid grin stretching across his face as he held back a laugh. damn him for teasing you like this, damn the line at the grocery store and your inability to fight against your impulsive urges, and damn this stupid heat wave for making you feel so delirious. you couldn't even think straight anymore. 

"i have no idea what you're talking about, munson. now, if you'll excuse me, i'm going to go get a popsicle from downstairs." you pulled your hands out of his, but as soon as you kneeled up on the bed to climb past eddie, he made a tsk noise with his mouth and stuck his arm out, blocking you from leaving. he moved his other hand to your waist and manage to push you back slightly. your eyes widened as you fell back into your pile of pillows with a small 'oof,' widened even more when eddie climbed between your legs. 

"we ate all the popsicles already, don't you remember?" he teased, resting his arms on either side of your head as he leaned down, his waist pressing against you in a way that made your head spin. "your lips are still stained red, princess. wonder if they taste like cherries still, too." he muttered that last part mostly to himself, his eyes zeroed in on your mouth, which had parted slightly. you were looking up at him, your gaze heavy, but soon your eyes fell shut as eddie brushed your nose with his before dropping his mouth to yours. 

a small sigh floated from your mouth as he kissed you, slowly at first. he took his time, letting his tongue gently slide across your bottom lip while grinning into the kiss. he shifted his weight against you, trying not to completely smother you, but you wanted to feel that weight, needed to feel him pressed up against you, so you opened your legs a little further, bringing them up to wrap around his waist. your hands went up to his side, feeling his skin between the slits of his tank top, and eddie let out a low noise as your nails dug into his side slightly. 

he tilted his head to the side, his hair falling around the two you as he deepened the kiss. he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, making you gasp softly at the dull pain before his tongue covered the spot. one of your hands moved up to the back of his head, fingers sliding into his hair as you tilted your face up, trying to get as close to eddie as possible. your lungs were burning for air, and his must have been too, because after a moment he pulled away. you leaned up, trying to follow his lips, but eddie just laughed before dropping his mouth down to your neck. 

"tell me what got you so worked up, y/n." he muttered into your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine despite the sweat forming along your forehead. you rested your head back against the pillow behind you, tilting your head to the side so that he had more access to your skin. 

"it's embarrassing, eddie." you practically whimpered out as you felt his teeth graze your skin. you were breathing hard, biting your lip to keep you from making any more noises. eddie dropped to his forearms, resting on his right arm while his other moved to the bottom of your shirt. he bunched the material up in his fist, dragging it upwards slightly while he kissed at your neck. 

"tell me, princess. i promise i won't poke fun," he said, his tone promising you something entirely different than his words. he worked his way down your neck, finding the one spot at the base of your neck with his teeth, grinning against your skin as a breathy sigh falls from your lips. 

"the... the love interest was described a little like, like you," you managed to get out, your fingers tugging on his hair gently. "and he was... on his knees. in front of her, oh!" your mouth dropped open with a small moan as he sucked on a particularly sensitive part of your skin. you knew that tomorrow your neck would be littered with little purple bruises, and tomorrow you'd be pissed at eddie and would struggle to cover them with concealer, but right now you didn't care at all. you wanted to wear his marks. 

"oh, yeah?" eddie asked softly, kissing the spot he just bit before pulling up, his face in front of yours. his brown eyes were so dark that you couldn't even detect his pupils, not even this close, and his lips were slightly red, either from the kissing or from your popsicle-stained mouth. "that's kinda naughty, babe. i'm shocked someone like you would be reading something like that. i gotta see, though..." he trailed off, leaning forward to kiss you once before he sat up on his knees between your legs. 

your arms laid awkwardly next to you on the bed as you looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed slightly. between the heat and eddie's mouth, your mind was a little hazy, and you were struggling to put two and two together. "see what?" you asked, bringing a hand up to push away some strands of your hair that had fallen out of its bun (and to covertly wipe away the sweat lingering against your forehead.) 

"i gotta see how wet that little book of yours made you, babe." if you hadn't been blushing earlier, you most definitely were now. you physically felt your face heat up at eddie's words, felt the warmth pool to your lower stomach as you watched eddie scoot down the bed slightly. he barely fit on the bed as he flattened to his stomach, part of his legs dangling from the edge as his hands moved up your legs, your thighs, before skirting over the waistband to your shorts. glancing up at you, he hooked his fingers under the shorts and tugged the material down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he revealed your lace pink panties. 

his dark eyes stayed on yours until he tugged the shorts off completely, tossing them somewhere in the room and lowering his gaze to the sight before him. your heart was beating wildly, and you resisted the urge to close your legs, to shield eddie from seeing what he so desperately wanted to. as if he read your mind, his hands came up your thighs, forcing them to part a little more and you heard him let out a curse. 

"fuuuck, princess. you've soaked through your panties," he announced, lips parted slightly as he took in the dark pink spot near your core. his fingers tightened as he gripped your thighs, holding your legs open as he leaned forward. you gasped as you felt his lips press against the fabric, your body arching against the bed slightly as your own curse falls from your mouth. his eyes snap up to yours, taking in your reactions, and he winks at you before using his right hand to tug your panties to the side. 

he wastes no time in letting his tongue lick a broad stripe up your pussy, gathering the wetness that had formed before circling his tongue around your clit. your chest heaves slightly as you gasp, one of your hands flying to rest on his head. soft moans fill the room as eddie continues that action, focusing more on rubbing his tongue against your sensitive bud before sucking on it gently. your knees jerk in response to the pleasure building up inside you, and he rests his elbows on top of your thighs to keep your legs down. 

your boyfriend lets out a moan himself as he tastes you, the vibrations it makes against your pussy causing you to laugh slightly. he pulls back slightly, licking his lips as he grins up at you before his fingers grip your panties and he yanks them down. you help lift your legs a bit so that he can fully pull them off you, and he slides his arms under your thighs, hands moving to rest on the top of your hips as he pulls you closer. he opens his mouth slightly, a trail of spit sliding past his lips and landing against your wet skin before his mouth follows the trail. 

you feel his hands grip your skin, feel the rings adorning his fingers digging in slightly as he works his tongue against you. your eyes have fallen shut at this point, your mouth hanging open as little pants and moans emit continuously. bringing your hands on top of his, you grip his fingers as your hips start to rock against his mouth, which earns you an appreciative groan from eddie. "that's it, pretty girl." he coos, turning his head to the side and biting down on your inner thigh as he praised you. his bangs were starting to stick to his forehead from the sweat, and you knew your own hair was probably a mess, too. 

"mhm... eddie," you whimpered, head rolling against the pillow as his tongue teased your entrance slightly. your hips angled up, trying to get more, but eddie only chuckled as he dragged his tongue through your folds, lapping up the slick that was starting to drip onto the sheets. if you were in a better state, you probably would've been embarrassed by the way his mouth and chin were starting to glisten from how wet you were. but right now? right now, you thought it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. 

you watched him with a heavy gaze as he continued to please you. his eyes had closed, and he was making little moans here and there as he licked your pussy. he snaked one of his hands down your front, using his fingers to spread apart your wet folds so his tongue could get better access to your clit. his actions had you a whimpering mess above him and combined with the heat spreading through your body (as well as the heat growing in your bedroom) you were a sweaty, shaky mess on the verge of tears. 

"fuck, i love this pretty little pussy of yours," eddie wrapped his lips around your clit once more, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin ever so slightly, and you felt your body lurch forward suddenly, you gasp quickly turning into a moan as he sucked rather harshly. you leaned up on your elbows, your hands dropping to the mattress as your fingers tightened around the bedsheets. eddie slipped his other arm from around your thigh, shucking off a few of his rings in the process before moving his hand down to run two fingers through your folds. he paused his efforts on your clit for a moment, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and spitting on them before letting them circle around your entrance. 

his eyes flickered up to yours, and he watched you as he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. your head dropped back, hanging just above the pillows, and a groan sounded from your mouth as his fingers filled you up. he slowly worked them in and out of you, opening you up while curling his fingers slightly. your hips followed his movements, and soon all you could hear was the filthy sound of your wet pussy being fucked by his fingers. 

"you're doing so good, princess," he muttered with a smirk, watching your chest heave and hips writhe against his hand. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, completely at his mercy. just the sight of you made him start to grind his hips against your mattress, desperately seeking any type of friction as he worked to get you off. he could tell you were close; you had that flush of red skin crawling up your neck that always appeared right before you were about to come. he doubled his efforts, adding in one more finger before quickening his pace. 

his mouth dropped back down to your clit, tongue circling around the bud before he sucked it in between his lips, earning a loud moan from you. you couldn't even open your eyes if you wanted to, the pleasure eddie was giving you filling all your senses to the point where you were almost overwhelmed. your legs had started to tremble slightly, his name falling from your lips repeatedly like a prayer. it was all you could say, much to his delight. 

he moved his free hand from between your legs, reaching out to grab yours on the mattress and intertwining his fingers with yours. he squeezed your hand back almost as tightly as you were squeezing his. the tips of his hair started tickling your inner thighs as he moved his head back and forth with his tongue on your core. the movement made you laugh slightly, and eddie moaned against you as he felt your pussy clench around his fingers. 

"fuck, eddie..." you cried out, face screwed up from pleasure. you felt your core tightening, felt the heat pooling in your lower stomach, and you knew you were mere seconds away from exploding. your boyfriend's mouth never let up, focusing solely on your delicate clit while his fingers kept their pace. "please...please," you started to beg, earning a hum from eddie as he urged you to continue, but you simply couldn't. the pressure was starting to be too much, and with one final stroke of his fingers, you let out one last whimper before succumbing to it. 

your arms gave out, head falling back to the pillows and legs going practically limp as you felt your orgasm flood through your body. you heard eddie make a small noise as you came, his fingers slipping out and his tongue replacing them as he lapped up the dripping slick. you gasped lightly as you tried catching your breath, the heat in your room making you feel just short of suffocated. 

eddie worked you through your orgasm, gripping your hand in his as his mouth continued to move against you, cleaning your pussy up with his tongue. he would've stayed down there to make you come again, would've spent the rest of his night eating you out if you allowed him to, but your clit was way too sensitive, and you had to push his head back with a small laugh. he looked up at you grinning, his mouth and chin shining in the light from your wetness, and he pressed a kiss against your mound before hauling himself up and leaning over you, one of his hands resting against your head like earlier. you moved your arm up, fingers clutching his forearm as he grinned down at you. 

"you alright, babe?" he asked, taking in your flushed complexation and hooded eyes. his ego flared knowing he did that to you, that he was the only one who could turn you into such a puddle against him, and god, did he love it. you nodded your head in response, smiling back up at him, but he shook his head. "words, princess." he demanded, his fingers moving to tap against your mouth. 

"i'm more than alright, munson," you laughed, playfully nipping at the tips of his fingers before he could move them away. he squinted his eyes at you, lips quirked up, before he bent down and pressed his lips against yours. you moaned into the kiss, your tongue running across his lip as you tasted yourself on his mouth. you could've gotten drunk off of it, the taste already making you ache for more. your hands slide down eddie's chest, reaching down to the waistband of his shorts. 

you thought he was going to let you unbutton them, but you felt him grin against your lips before he pulled away, chuckling. "slow down there, you fuckin' rabbit. as much as i would love to fuck you right now," he placed a heavy emphasis on love, "we're both sweating like whores in church and i just know you're overheated." you looked up at him with a pout on your face. why is he being the rational one right now? yes, you would probably pass out from a heat stroke if the two of you continued, but honestly, that didn't sound that bad to you. 

as if he could read your mind, he shakes his head at you, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. "let's get you in the shower and then we can revisit this, okay?" he asks, laughing, before rolling himself off the bed and using one of your ponytails on the nightstand to put his hair up messily. he holds his hand out to help you up, and you hop off the bed with shaky legs, leaning into his grip a little more than usual. 

you clutch his hand, and he helps guide you to the door of your bedroom. "eddie," you start, pausing before he can reach out to open the door. he glances down at you, eyebrow quirked at your big eyes trained on him. "wanna shower with me?" 

his brown eyes go wide as his mouth spreads into a grin, and he practically drags you down the hall, tripping over himself while you're laughing. god, you think. i fucking love this boy. 

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[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.15

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.

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“It’s currently 9:45 pm, we have a code 245, there’s been a stabbing. Female, age 24, Name; Ellie Williams”

8:00 AM

Ellie had been having a shitty past two weeks, ever since the fight at Joel’s. Part of her longed for your forgiveness, she’d worn her heart on her sleeve, tried to reconcile with you and it all went down the drain because she couldn’t control her anger. She knew a sincere apology would earn her your forgiveness, but she couldn’t bare facing you at the moment.

Sat on the alfresco, basking in the fresh spring air, Ellie sat nursing a warm latte. The backyard that once housed Lila’s playhouse and the swing-set that she and JJ had played tirelessly on, were now gone. The vast lawn only being home to a few stray lawn chairs and the unused barbecue. It was only recently that Ellie had realised how lonely she was. Without Lila here for most of the week, the only company she had was her own, and that was her biggest fear, being alone.

Immediately thoughts of nostalgia flooded her brain, the first time you and her had set up a slip and slide during a hot summer day for Lila to cool off on. The vigorous get togethers you and Dina would put together during the holidays, The time she’d built Lila’s crib in this very backyard with Joel’s help. It was all too much and yet not enough. She yearned for that back, it was all she wanted, no matter how long it would take. Her brain kept repeating the words “Atone, Atone, Atone.”

11:45 AM

“Ellie, look at this shit.” Vic hands her his phone, showing her some meme that usually she’d crack up at. Instead she just glanced at it, let out a fake chuckle and shifted her focus back to the movie that was playing on Vic’s television. Having known her since college, Vic knew her reaction was fake. From the corner of her eye she could spy him placing his phone down and turning to her with a questioning face.

“Alright, what’s with you, you’ve been sulking ever since you got here?” She looks at him in annoyance, who was he to be pestering her?

“I’m fine man, just tired.” She wastes no time turning her attention back to the television, having had enough of the short conversation.

“Els, as much as I’d like to believe that, I don’t. Just telling me what’s wrong?” Vic and Ellie’s friendship had always been the same since freshman year of college. They never got emotional or sappy with each other, they were just those kinds of friends who enjoyed hanging together and most times it was in comfortable silence. So to see Vic so concerned for her made Ellie feel weird. Maybe she did have people on her side, maybe she wasn’t all alone.

“I’ve just been thinking man. I’ve been feeling really alone lately and I” she pauses, taking a breath as a lump forms in her throat. “I just miss my family, I want them back so bad Vic” She didn’t know why she felt so emotional all of a sudden, but she broke down into tears, something unusual for her. Vic didn’t know what to do, so instead he enveloped her in an awkward but warm embrace.

“You’re not alone Ellie, you’ve still got them. No matter what happens you’ll always have them”

2:30 PM

After her heart to heart with Vic, Ellie decided she couldn’t let herself loose the only people she loved. She knew the only way to end these feelings of isolation was to make an effort to spend more time with her loved ones. So the first thing she did was call Joel, asking if he was free. He was taken by surprise, as the two of them didn’t spend as much one on one time together as they used to. So when she suggested they go fishing, he was on his feet getting the gear together in no time.

“How you been, ain’t heard from you since that fiasco at my party?” Joel says, as he prepares his rod and bait. Ellie doing the same with her’s, letting out a subtle sigh and turning to him. The two of them were sat on quite uncomfortable camping chairs.

“I’ve been feeling pretty shitty, Y/n won’t talk to me, she’s still mad.”

“She got a right to be, your lil show was stupid and immature, you’re real lucky Lila was asleep”

“I know, and I feel bad about it.”

“So toughen up, apologise.” He stands up, casting his rod and then looks back at her expectantly, she doesn’t know what to say but just nods. She lifts from her chair and walks over to where he’s standing, casting her rod as well.

“I’m sorry Joel, I know I fucked up your party, I shouldn’t have acted that way” He turns to look at her and shakes his head with a smile.

“Honestly if you’d been fighting anybody else I would’ve been happy, just not under the circumstances that you did. It was sorta entertaining” He lets out a deep chuckle and Ellie laughs, shaking her head.

“I’m so telling Y/n” Ellie smirks as she nudges Joel with her shoulder, causing him to groan and do the same to her.

“Don’t you fucking dare”

5:30 PM

Joels living room looked the same as it always did, dvd’s from years ago lined up on the bottom shelf of the tv stand, brown sofa’s with plaid cushions and a few candles that were surely gifts from you and Lila. A game of basketball played as he and Ellie sat nursing beers and reminiscing.

“You remember your first drink, you spit out my most expensive whiskey?” Joel places his glass on the side table and laughs.

“I hate to break it to you man, but that wasn’t my first drink.” Ellie lifts up the glass of beer, waiting for his reaction to the news.

“What’dya mean that wasn’t your first drink? It was your 21st birthday.” He turns to her, eyes narrowed in curiosity.

“Joel do you really think when I was going to my friends birthday’s in high school I was just drinking pop and juice? You do realise I had my first proper drink in like 10th grade” Ellie can’t help but laugh at his shocked reaction, he truly couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I can’t believe you”

“Get over it dude, it was like 8 years ago,. Plus I turned out pretty okay don’t you think?”

“You wait till its Lila, you little dipshit, then you’ll know how it feels” Ellies face sinks at the thought of her precious girl going anywhere near alcohol, parties, men or women. Joel takes in the angered look on her face and smirks, taking her reaction as his revenge.

7:45 PM

Ellie was currently pushing her trolley around the store, in search for things she wanted to get Lila for her easter basket. The two of you weren’t raising her to be religious, but you weren’t opposed to letting her enjoy the fun aspects of holidays like easter, Christmas, etc. Seeing as easter was approaching, Ellie wanted to go all out for her little girl. Anything purple that had to do with easter she’d throw into the cart, knowing that was Lila’s favourite colour. She couldn’t wait to see the smile on her baby’s face when she saw the basket full of goodies.

Another part of her was excited that you’d be spending easer together as a family, along with Dina, Jesse and JJ. She’d take that as her chance to apologise for what she’d done at Joel’s party. Atone for her mistakes and assure you that she would be willing to respect your relationship with Abby if it meant she’d have a shot at getting you back.

“Hey, Jesse” She had one arm pushing the shopping cart and the other holding her phone to her ear as she waited for his response, glancing around the isles filled with Easter themed decor.

“Hey Els, you at the store right now?” Though she and Dina’s relationship never recovered after the separation, she was still quite close with Jesse. Seeing as he was the only one who was civil towards her despite her mistakes.

“Yeah, picking the shit for the hunt up right now?”

“Sounds good, I know you have Lila tomorrow, would you mind have JJ over, he’s been pestering me about it all day long.”

“Yeah man, sure”

8:20 PM

After leaving the store with a trolley filled to the brim, Ellie was ready to get home and pass out. She’d had a long day and Lila would be coming round early morning, not to mention she’d be looking after two noisy and energetic kids instead of one. As she made her way down her street she was intrigued to see two random cars she hadn’t ever seen before, parked by the curb. Ignoring them, she got the three large shopping bags, from the trunk and made her way into the house.

“Hey Ellie” She’s startled by the voice and immediately recognises it, she reaches to find the light switch. Once the hallway is lit by the bright yellow light she’s met with the familiar blonde from her past, stood in her hallway with a knife clutched tightly to her side . Immediately she drops the bags onto the floor and steps forward. She thanked the God’s that Lila was with you tonight, or else she would’ve died right here.

“Amelia, what the fuck are you doing here? You know I could call the police, right?” Ellie stands with her arms by her sides, fists clenched in anger. If she hadn’t been such an idiot this woman would’ve never ruined her and your lives. She wished that in some way she could go back in time and change all of this, relive the day she got tangled up with this psychopath and steer clear of her at all costs.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it, have you missed me?” Amelia comes closer to Ellie, by this point they’re no more than a few inches away from each other. The only thing Ellie can focus on is the large knife she was holding. Dressed in head to toe black, with a pair of black gloves. Ellie prayed to god that if she was going to die tonight it wouldn’t be you and Lila who came in and found her body.

“It’s been two fucking years Amelia, why do you still care about this, how the fuck did you even get in here?” Ellie is now yelling, looking down at the blonde with fury tainted in her eyes.

“I don’t care Ellie, I told you you’d regret the day you rejected me and I wasn’t lying. Anyways, I have people who will do anything for me, getting a key to your weak door was easy.”

“What the fuck do you want, you have 2 minutes or I’m calling the police, this is breaking and entering as well as trespassing” Amelia is now face to face with Ellie causing the auburn haired girl to recline back in disgust.

“I want you Els, that’s all I’ve ever wanted” The look of raging delirium in her eyes sends shivers down Ellies spine. Amelia reaches forwards enveloping her in a wanting kissing her. Ellie thinks this may be a chance for her to restrain the crazy bitch and then call the police while she’s distracted. She’s however taken aback when she hears a groan and then sees blood pooling on her shirt. Her whole body runs cold, Amelia talking a step back and smirking at the knife that was currently plunged into Ellie’s stomach.

“But I want revenge more”

Ellie hadn’t realised that she’d been stabbed until Amelia had retracted and said those words. She fell to the ground her head crashing against the hard wood floors with a loud ‘thump’. Meanwhile Amelia was laughing maniacally as Ellie slowly became taken by dizziness, her eyes blurring and her ears beginning to ring. She wasn’t afraid of death necessarily, she was just afraid of what the outcomes entailed. She was afraid you’d come here tomorrow morning, to drop off Lila and the two of you would find her dead body laying in the doorway, lifeless. She was afraid Joel would have to live with the knowledge he’d lost the only two daughters he’d ever had. Most importantly she was afraid she’d go out without having earned atonement for all the hurt she had caused. So as she slowly drifted out of consciousness the only thing in her mind were the words “Atone, Atone, Atone, Atone” repeating themselves like a mantra.

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[osamusriceballs]

Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa

Ushijima x Reader, Tendou x Reader, Shirabu x Reader, Semi x Reader

Warnings: None

About: Spending Valentine's Day with your boyfriend!

A/n: I'll probably write something for every school as a late Valentine's Day gift!

Sweet Treats with Inarizaki

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Ushijima.

It's nothing special. You know that.

Yet, you're still sure that Wakatoshi will appreciate and like it. You asked Satori about his favorite chocolate flavors, and he provided you with enough information about the actual process of making chocolate that your head was spinning, and you decided to make it from the scratch and just follow his instructions. Satori was very helpful during the process though, and you had no troubles at all to create a few pretty pralines. And now you find yourself waiting for Ushijima to come home to show him the cute heart-shaped pieces of art that you created just for him.

The noise of the front door opening interrupts your train of thoughts and makes you jump up from your seat to quickly make your way towards the entrance to greet your boyfriend.

And there he is in all his glory- tall and muscular, his ridiculously broad shoulders always make the front door look small in comparison, but what actually surprises you, is that he doesn't look sweaty, nor is he wearing his usual training suit. Instead, he looks rather formal and dressed-up, with a dark dress-shirt and formal black pants. He looks at you, and his olive eyes soften, and his lips curve to a little genuine smile.

"Hey," you return his smile and quickly hug him, and he instantly lets go of his gym bag to return the hug.

"Hey." He greets you back and wraps his long arms around you, and after a moment of being close, you both pull back for a short, sweet kiss.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

You never would have thought that this tall and stoic man actually carried a soft and gentle side to him back when you first met him- but even today you find yourself falling more and more for him when he shows his soft spot that he has just for you.

"I got something for you. I thought we'd celebrate this Valentine's Day according to Japanese traditions." You bring your hands to his shoulders and excitedly wait for his reaction, but you pause when you notice a worried frown on his face.

"But... I got something for you too." You're relieved after hearing his words and instantly relax in his hold.

"That's okay, you can give it to me next month or right now. I‘m fine with either option." His frown doesn’t disappear after your words though, and you slightly start to worry again.

"But I promised your parents that we'd visit them next week with good news."

"What good news? Why are you talking about my parents?"

You slowly try to put together the information that you have, and that's when it clicks.

Oh.

Oh.

"Don't tell me..."

"I actually wanted to ask you later, but y/n..."

He slowly lets go of your hips and smoothly gets down on one knee- and your jaw drops at the sudden realization that he is-

"Will you marry me, y/n?"

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Tendou~

"Y/n, I got something for you!"

It's the sweet singing voice of your boyfriend that makes you turn your head towards the entrance of the living room- and there he is. Your impossibly cute and absolutely adorable boyfriend with his hands full of flowers and chocolate and the widest grin you have ever seen on his face.

"Satori, what's all that?" Your eyes grow big when you realize that he probably got all of this for you- and it's more than even he could carry.

"I wanted to make some chocolate and a sweet dessert for you, but when I started I just couldn't stop, and then I thought about you, so I kept on going and going, and suddenly I had all of these done, and then I thought about how you once told me about your favorite flowers and then I went to the flower shop and then-" you managed to get closer to him during his cute rambling and interrupt him by pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He gasps surprised, but still returns the kiss and tries to hug you with his arms full of presents.

"Thank you, Satori. I love you"

"I love you too, y/n." He grins and carefully places the presents on the table before he wraps his arms properly around you.

"I also made some chocolate for you, but I'm sure that it's nowhere near as good as yours." His grin gets even wider at your words and he quickly leans down for another peck.

"Chocolate? Hand-made from the love of my life? I'm sure that nothing can taste as sweet as that. Oh wait, maybe-" He pecks your lips once again and pretends to think hard for a second.

"Maybe you actually taste sweeter than it. I need to another try."

"You haven't even tried the chocolate once!" You protest, and he laughs at your words.

"I wasn't talking about the chocolate," he grins and you smile when your lips meet once again.

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Shirabu:

It's early. Painfully early.

You know that.

But your plans to surprise your busy boyfriend with breakfast in bed are what actually make your body subconsciously jump towards your ringing phone, and you quickly stop the alarm before it could wake him up.

You freeze when you notice that the sound hasn't stopped- and that's when you realize that it's Kenjiro's alarm that's still ringing. He has the bad habit of letting it ring for forever, and it oftentimes happened that you woke up before he did and had to reach for his phone to turn off the persistent little device.

Now, however, he reaches for the phone, his movements just as sleepy and uncoordinated as yours, his messy bed hair adorably sticking into every direction and a tired huff leaving his lips. His body doesn't move for a few seconds, and you only stare at his back, confused why he set an alrm so early- and then he suddenly turns around. His eyes don't look sleepy anymore, it seems like his ability to quickly wake up whenever it's necessary now pays off.

"Why are you awake?"

"No, why are you awake?" You involuntarily reach for one of the strands that hang into his face and push it back, and his hand quickly comes up to presses yours against his cheek.

"You're gonna laugh when I tell you."

"I won't, Kenjiro. I promise."

He raises a brow like he doesn't believe you, but takes a deep breath before he finally answers.

"I wanted to make breakfast in bed for you. As a Valentine's Day gift."

"Really?" You smile and scoot a bit closer to him under the blanket, and he gladly wraps his arms around you and presses you against his chest to prevent you from seeing his reddened cheeks.

"Yes. I know that I've been busy with work lately, but I wanted to show you that I'm still so much in love with you. And that you deserve only the best, and that I will always do my best for you and spoil you."

Your heart skips a beat at his sudden passionate confession, and you quickly pull back to press a kiss against his lips, not caring about your morning breath, and he doesn't seem to care too, judging by how fast and passionately he responds to the kiss.

"I also wanted to make breakfast for you." You confess with hot cheeks, and his lips curl into a teasing grin.

"How about we spend some more time in bed, so I can show you how much I love you, and then we can prepare breakfast together?"

He rasps the words against your neck and is quick to turn you on your back until he's laying right on top of you.

"Sounds like a good plan," you respond and lean in for another kiss.

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Semi;

"I'm back." You hear this words while you're still humming and finally putting the casserolle into the oven. "I'm in the kitchen!" you yell back and quickly get rid of your pink apron with sweet little cartoons that Semi had gotten for you. You hope that you look nice and presantable now, and that no ingredients are stuck in your hair or somwhere else.

It's your first Valentine's Day together, and you decided to prepare his favorite meal for tonight, as well as dressing up prettily for him. He finally enters the kitchen, his guitar still on his back and a his leather jacket perfectly clinging onto his body. He looks so sexy and handsome, and you can‘t help but to admire him for a few seconds.

"I got something for you." His lips are curled into a soft smile, and you look at the bouquet of flowers in his hand that's impossible to miss due to the sheer size. "They are gorgeous, Eita." You take another step towards him, and he leans down to softly kiss you. "Not as gorgeous as you though, my little star." He scans your outfit quickly, and his gaze stops at your eyes. You shiver and try to hide your reddened cheeks, but he just grins and places the bouquet on the table.

"I got something else for you too. I wrote a song for you."

"Really?" You excitedly smile and look at him with stars in your eyes, and he scratches the back of his head, slightly embarrassed now.

"It contains the word "love" so many times, it's embarrassing actually. But I wrote it for you, and it’s for you only.“

You can't help but to grab his cheeks softly and press a sweet kiss to his lips that he returns instantly.

"I love you, Eita. So, so much." You slightly pull back, until your foreheads are touching, and you look deeply into his eyes to convey your feelings in every possible way.

"I love you too, my y/n."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #ushjima x reader #tendou x reader #semi x reader #shirabu x reader #ushijima #tendou #shirabu #semi #fluff

[oakparchment]

Blackpink reaction headcannon to you being in to feet

A/N: Personally, I can only get into the whole feet thing when they’re clean, pretty and pedicured; if you’re into it for the opposite reasons then my apologies, that content won’t be explored here. With that being said:

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Lisa

Lisa is indifferent about it. She struggles getting into feet-play and doesn’t really find it enjoyable. You went at it a few different ways to see if that would change her mind: you lying on the bed whilst she gives you a footjob, her on her hands and knees while you cradle her feet together and fuck the hole that it makes, one time she even tried stepping on you (yikes!) You eventually have a healthy discussion about it and find a compromise. Whenever you get to fuck her feet, she gets to have her ass ate. This might just seem like a win-win situation for you (it is), but Lisa just loves getting rimmed so much that she’ll find any excuse to have it done more. This may or may not have induced pavlovian conditioning. For Lisa, feet play was rewarded with getting her ass eaten. Say less.

Rose

You don’t need to bring it up with Rose cause she’s the one who initiated feet-play first. It’d start with an accidental graze of her foot on your crotch when you were on the couch watching tv. Then she’d return to touch you again a short while later but this time she’d leave her feet resting on your clothed dick. The contact and her implications in this situation had caused you to grow hard under her feet. She rubbed you all over, one thing led to another and before you knew it, you were thrusting up into her tight feetussy; neither of you paying any attention to what was playing on the screen. When she sends you nudes, she now always makes sure to include some feet pics. They’re always cute and well kept. Rose could be a foot model… if that’s a profession that exists.

Jennie

Laughs at you when you first bring it up but is happy to give it a go. Her very initial reaction is a bit mean but at the same time you understand. When you first try it she pretends she’s not into it but is actually really fucking turned on by how she can get you off with just her feet. She doesn’t need to use her pussy, her mouth, or even her hands. She can make you squirm with nothing but her feet, until you’re cumming all over them. It makes her feel dominant, powerful- like she’s a level above you. One time she came home from the gym and during your post-workout fuck, had started to touch you all over with her feet (let’s just say from head to toe she was a bit sweaty and not in ‘perfect model mode’). You told her to fuck off and get in the shower if she wanted to continue with that stuff. That put her back in her place a little. She rolled her eyes and groaned at your response, choosing to let it go and got on top to fuck you as normal... but then she showered after anyways and you guys went for round two (this time with feet-play on the table).

Jisoo

Thinks it’s kinda gross and off-putting. You tried warming her up to it; getting in the bath together and cleaning her feet for her, giving her a relaxing leg and foot massage, then finally getting her to rub your cock with her feet. She gave it a good go for a few minutes, but it’s just not her cup of tea (fair enough). You kissed her in appreciation and then turned her around and railed her into the bath as a thank you for trying. Unlike the feet-play, Jisoo’s moans bouncing off the bathroom tiles let you know that your cock pounding her pussy is definitely something that she was into.

A/N: I’m sorry not sorry about the ‘feetussy’ part HAHA. Thought it’d be funny to slip that in somewhere. Everyone go take care of your feet. They deserve to be treated well too (assuming you treat the rest of your body well).

#blackpink smut #lisa smut #rose smut #jennie smut #jisoo smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #gg smut #female idol smut #kpop fanfic #kpop headcanons #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #male reader #feet #feetish

[yunholuvrr]

we all need love chapter 4.

chapter summary: one rude text and a few too many drinks ruin your night

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: queerphobia, shitty friends, short descriptions of anxiety, drinking, let me know if i should add anything!

word count: 2.6k

note: reader's old friends r pretty shitty but if u r queer / polyam i love u i just want u to know that. also another short chapter but i promise more is on the way >.< and im addicted to writing groupchat!ateez

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Niya let out a haughty laugh, “that’s seriously why you gathered us here, y/n?” Alex and Ray took her lead, the group slowly devolving into a fit of chuckling and knee slapping.

“I just wanted to be transparent with you guys, you’re my closest friends,” you glared, confused. It wasn’t the first time you’ve had to come out to someone about something, and it was a better reaction than your family, but it wasn’t what you wanted.

“Okay but isn’t that basically, like, cheating?” Alex calmed himself first, but he still wasn’t taking you seriously. “Like who would agree to that?”

“A lot of people are in polyamorous relationships. I’ve been reading a lot and it sounds like what I want right now,” you let out with a frustrated groan.

“Certainly not breaking the stereotype that bi people are promiscuous,” Ray chimed in.

Niya takes a sip of water and clears her throat. She was never very affectionate with you, but you thought she’d at least understand how serious this was. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Look, I’m glad you think of us as people who would care about that, but after what happened with Sarah I can’t really take you seriously. You cheated on her and then looked up how you could justify it.”

“I what?” you almost yelled. The tears wasted no time breaking past your eyelashes and onto your cheeks. “Is she really telling people I cheated on her?”

“I mean you would argue all the time and even talked about seeing other people with her. It’s no wonder she left.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Sarah asked you out within the first week of freshman year and you hit it off really well. But ever since junior year started, you’ve felt suffocated. You didn’t want to depend on her for everything and you certainly didn’t want her to depend on you that much. Not that she did.

You had brought up the idea of polyamory, that maybe what you needed was different people for different needs. You didn’t even have anyone in mind, it was just something you wanted to be transparent about. But she was disgusted with you. You thought breaking up with you was enough, so why did she have to twist the truth? And why were your friends believing her over you?

“I can’t believe you guys are taking her side. During what was supposed to be a vulnerable moment for me.”

Alex just chuckles, “you’re being so dramatic right now, there are no sides. Let’s go get dinner and call it a night.”

Ray agrees, “it’s not that serious to us, trust me. Leave your ex in the past y/n.”

You stare into the bathroom mirror, trying to decide if the heart hair clips you just put in are too cutesy for a friendly get together. Who are you trying to impress? Yunho doesn’t care. That doesn’t stop you from putting on a full face of makeup and a cute dress, something you can’t wear to work. You don’t wanna drink too much tonight, either, you have appearances to keep. Of course none of this matters to any of them. But it matters to the small part of your brain that still thinks you have a shot with him.

[Alex] any plans this weekend, y/n?

[Ray] how’s the dating scene over there?

Two short buzzes vibrate through the countertop and you pick your phone up, assuming it's the boys. 

[Niya] she prob cant find anyone to group date with LOL

You can’t believe your eyes. The last time you talked to them was to announce your internship, and they congratulated you, but not much else. Ever since you tried to open up to them, they haven’t really talked to you much. You assumed they had a different group chat to talk, and maybe this was some form of entertainment for them.

i have a party to go to in about 20 minutes lolol

no dates just really nice friends

You try your best to play along, to not be passive aggressive with them. But you feel hot tears start to swell and threaten your makeup.

[Niya] don’t break anyone’s heart this summer

Her message is the last thing you see before turning on Do Not Disturb and putting a playlist on full volume. Niya’s right. This isn’t the time to explore what your heart wants. Your heart has only ever gotten you into trouble. You can’t help but play out what breaking up with Yunho would look like. It feels crazy thinking about dumping someone you’re not even dating. But it’s the only way to curb your feelings for him. You leave in 11 weeks.

San’s apartment complex was only a few blocks away from your own, so you told Yunho you could walk there yourself. He still offered to meet you at the entrance and walk you back home at night. He assured you it wouldn’t be a burden because he lives in the same complex as San, just on a different floor. Half of them live in this building, in fact, and you find that cute for some reason. The inseparable eight men.

These are the kinds of thoughts that pass through your mind as you make your way down the street to the address Yunho sent. Except you don’t quite remember it, and when you check your phone again you realize you never turned DND off. Three missed calls and some amount of texts from Wooyoung that you don’t even want to count.

[Jung Wooyoung] If you don’t pick up soon i’m filing a missing person report

[Jung Wooyoung] I knew we should’ve had it at my place

[Choi Jongho] Your place is even farther what are you talking about??

[Song Mingi] i have this chat on mute too, i don’t blame her

[Jeong Yunho] Yeah and I have to tell you everything twice you ass

[Jeong Yunho] I’ll be waiting at the entrance, so just look for me y/n

[Kim Hongjoong] how romantic of you

[Jeong Yunho] Shut up

Before you can type a reply, a voice calls you over across the street. Your eyes shoot up and meet Yunho’s, visible relief on his face. He’s standing outside a tall, fancy looking building, and you wonder just how much his rent is. 

“Sorry!” you wave, jogging over. “I turned on DND so I could focus on getting ready and I guess I forgot to-”

“I’m glad you made it,” he took both your hands in his and smiled, “you look nice!”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure if I overdressed,” you shake your head nervously.

“No, no, I like it. I would’ve liked whatever you wore.”

“Thank you,” you watch as his ears grow redder than a strawberry and he turns to head inside.

[Jeong Yunho] She’s in safe hands!

[Jung Wooyoung] Very big hands too

[Choi San] What.

What??

[Choi San] Anyway I left the door unlocked!

[Park Seonghwa] Can we crack open the drinks now

[Choi Jongho] You cant drink

The elevator ride up is comfortable silence as you text the boys. After the last hour of messages, you feel like maybe a drink or two will fix your problems after all. And when you make your way through San’s front door and see Seonghwa already red in the face, you know you won’t be out of place. 

“Who wants to play a drinking game?” Jongho announces to the group, which forms a semicircle across the couches of San’s living room. His place is nice, mostly black furniture and accents, recently renovated. The living room and kitchen were only separated by a small counter, and there was a short hallway that led to what you assumed were his bedroom and bathroom. 

“Can you let me finish the food first! My god,” you hear Wooyoung complain from in front of the stove. 

“Knock knock,” Yunho announces your presence, clearly not noticed by anyone yet. 

“You made it!” Mingi jumps up from his seat first, “I was scared Yunho would keep you to himself.”

You can’t even process what that could’ve meant before everyone showers you in compliments. “Your dress is so nice!” San greets you with a hug, ushering you into the main area.

“y/n! I’m making beef and I’m forcing you to eat some! No arguing!” Woo calls again from the kitchen. 

“Sorry for worrying you guys, I wasn’t paying attention,” you take a seat next to Seonghwa and Yunho follows, telling the older man to move over some.

“Don’t worry about it, Wooyoung just gets anxious,” Hongjoong chimes in, giving you a wide smile. The alcohol seems to be warming his cheeks already. 

“Here,” Hwa passes you an unopened beer and gets you ready for whatever game Jongho has lined up. Yunho picks up a glass of water from the table and snakes an arm around your shoulders. 

“You’re not gonna drink?” You glance over, trying to hide the shock at the sudden contact.

“I probably will later,” he clinks his glass against your bottle playfully, “I’m not as easy as Hwa, don’t worry.”

An hour and a dozen drinking games later, it starts to hit you. The drinks already left you feeling warm and tired, but the lull in conversation gives you a second to think. The messages from your friends back home come flooding back, and they make you nauseous. Or maybe it was the bottle in your hand you definitely shouldn’t have opened. Either way, you lean further into Yunho’s chest, who hasn’t moved all night. 

“You feeling okay?” he mumbles.

Wooyoung suddenly stands up to announce his need for the bathroom, Yeosang is asking for another drink, and Mingi is clinging to Jongho, begging for attention. The scene in front of you looks like you had a good time, so why is anxiety bubbling up inside of you?

You don’t respond and Yunho tries again, “are you able to get up? Do you need help?” 

Maybe that’s why he didn’t drink today.

You mumble something and try to stand, but you fall back into him. “This is pathetic,” you accidentally say out loud.

“No, no, it’s alright. You just need some water.”

“Don’t leave.” You don’t know who you’re talking to at that moment. You tug on Yunho’s arm, but in your head you’re standing in front of your friends, Sarah, your family.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles and keeps an arm around you, gently patting your head, “not without you.” You feel yourself exhale slowly and close your eyes. Someone asks if you’re okay, but you can’t make out who over the fuzz.

“I’m just gonna take her downstairs where it’s quiet, get her some water and food.” 

“Did we do something wrong?”

“You did play a lot of games didn’t you?”

“I think she just drank a bit too much, I’m sure Yunho will take care of her.”

“It’s fun to tease him for once about something. He’s whipped.”

“Next time let’s go easy on the drinks, yeah?”

When you wake up, it’s not in the same room. It’s a similar layout, but the couch is dark blue and there’s a wooden coffee table in front of you. You focus your eyes a bit more and realize Yunho is sitting across from you in a matching chair. Fuck.

“How long have I been out for?”

“It’s only been like half an hour,” relief washes over his face and he moves to sit next to you, “but I was worried. I carried you down to my apartment so you’d have some space and silence.”

“Thanks,” you sit up and stretch.

“You should have some water and snacks if you can stomach it,” Yunho gestures to the table, and you immediately pick up a glass. You no longer feel nauseous, but everything’s still a bit fuzzy and Niya’s words keep replaying in your head. Niya.

“Did something happen earlier?” he tries.

“Did I say something while I was out?”

“No, but you usually don’t have DND on. And you don’t seem like the type to drink too much on the first weekend you’re here, but I might be wrong,” he chuckles and places a hand on your knee. 

“I don’t think I should be telling you all this a week into our friendship,” you take another sip hoping it will clear your head. You’re dangerously close to spilling everything to him.

“I’m really good at listening.”

Fuck.

You cross your legs and turn to face him on the couch and he mirrors you, “I just don’t know where to begin. My friends hate me, I think.”

“Did they say something to you?”

“They just keep teasing me about things that I don’t really think are things you should tease friends about. I mean it’s not my fault I like people so easily.” There’s no turning back now, you’re still not sober, but you’re angry and your heart’s racing.

He caresses your shoulder and lets you continue, “I mean I promised myself I wouldn’t date anyone this summer because I’d never see them again, ya know? I’m trying to be responsible. But Woo … Woo said he wants me to loosen up and I think he’s right. Why do my friends get to decide how much I sleep around? Why do they get to bully me into being alone? I’m so embarrassed to even have crushes and for what?”

You curl into him then, and he starts patting your hair. “These people don’t really sound like your friends, y/n.”

“I wish they weren’t,” you mumble between labored breaths. You don’t want him to see you cry over something so stupid. You're so far out of your mind right now.

“They don’t have to be.”

“But then I’d have no one.” It’s something you never admitted out loud before. You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the comfort of the man next to you or if you’re finally just breaking, but it all comes out. “You all are the best friends I’ve had in a while and it’s so pathetic to say because I’ve only known you for a week. You’re all so smart and nice and funny and pretty as fuck. You all have nice jobs and nice apartments, you’ll probably all get nice partners too and live happy lives together like the perfect friend group you are. I just wish that was me.”

Yunho’s face is some combination of confusion and pity. You didn’t really say enough for him to understand the full weight of the situation, and he's trying not to think about just how close you are, but he feels bad. He doesn’t have anything to say, he just lets you wrap your arms around him and cry into his chest. His hand runs along your back and his heart beats steadily against your ear, and you feel tired again. If you were sober, you'd feel like a big baby. But under the haze of the drinks and tears and the warmth radiating from his body, you doze off.

[Jeong Yunho] She’s exhausted but she’ll be okay

[Jeong Yunho] I’m gonna let her sleep here for tonight

[Song Mingi] with you??

[Jeong Yunho] I’m obviously sleeping on the couch ????

[Choi Jongho] Did something happen? Just tired?

[Jeong Yunho] Long week

[Jung Wooyoung] Aww she’s an emotional drunk

[Jung Wooyoung] Good thing she has a big strong man like you

[Kang Yeosang] Shut up

[Choi Jongho] Congrats you said something so annoying Yeo had to step in

[Jung Wooyoung] It was just a joke ! love you y/n ~

[Kang Yeosang] I hope you get a good rest y/n you’re always welcome back

[Kim Hongjoong] we’ll go easy on the drinks next time

[Jung Wooyoung] She’s probably passed out just like San LOL

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#yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez series #we all need love fic #yunho series #yunho angst

[sleepwrites]

Hi! This is kind of my first time requesting, I already red the rules so um can I request headcanons of SWK, Macaque and MK with the reader who is part of the East Sea's Dragon Clan? Or you could say the reader is somewhat Ao Guang's daughter? Would their father's reaction be on them dating? Would he aprrove?

I hope this isn't too much! ^.^

Aw its never too much dear nonnie! I used the first option since I dont have that good of a grasp on Au Guang lol. Apologies if its short this was pretty on the nose!

Macaque, MK and SWK with a s/o who’s part of the east sea dragon clan

MK

When you came to visit Mei on orders of Au Guang, to make sure that his greatx1M niece is doing alright after dealing with the samedi fire.

You were around her age and shared interests (swordplay) so he figured you’d be nice to each other.

What he didn’t know was that you also got particular close to a certain Monkie Kid.

Once MK first met you, he already though you were really cool!

Since you lived in the east sea clan most your life he and Mei loved showing you around.

It took a while for him to fall but once he did he fell HARD.

MK is a naturally affectionate person but once he realises he’s absolutely smitten with you he becomes much more touchy, not in a bad way though!

After a couple nudges from Tang and Mei you two started dating!

He loves your scales! Will kiss your cheeks to feel the scales!

My dude will be drawing you allllll the time, especially pre-dating, thats just how he pines.

You two train together! Who doesn’t love fight-flirting.

He also helped you pick a new wardrobe as your current clothes just didn’t make the cut.

Use your dragon powers during a fight or just for fun, MK will freeze bcs u look so cool.

‘Heck yeah baby! Thats MY girlfriend guys!’

Sun Wukong

You had met Wukong and the others while they were in jail, well met is a strong word, more like walked past them and gave them a weird look.

After the battle with the lady bone demon you went to see Mei, on orders of Au Guang to make sure she was alright.

Thats how you met Wukong again.

At first you two didn’t like each other much. Wukong was a bit salty because of the look you gave him in the hail cell. You thought he was a big trouble maker.

Only when you saw him interact with Mei did you see that, hey maybe he isn’t so bad at all.

For him it was the same but with MK, as long as you and the kiddies got along you were alright in his book.

Fast forward to when you two got together, Wukong made sure it was a spectacle, he is the Monkey King after all.

Expect him to be clingy af, you CANNOT tell me he isn’t touch starved even just a teeny bit.

He’ll always be grabbing your hand or something, maybe putting his head on your shoulder.

Love LOVES the way your scales feel against his fur, especially during summers and hot days.

Tries to use ‘scaly peaches’ as your nick name. Yeah he’ll just stick to peaches.

Likes watching you help MK train, is practically drooling over you.

Cheers you on during actual fights.

‘Heck yeah peaches! Kick their butts!”

Six-eared Macaque

You and Mei had become fast friends in the east sea palace, she gad even invited you to come help them in defeating lbd.

You of course accepted. After all was said and done you decided to stay with Mei for awhile, get to know the surface world.

What you didn’t expect was that you would fall for a certain shadow.

Macaque had begun by admiring you from afar, watching you through shadow portals.

You could sense that someone was watching you, so you obviously tried to attack him.

You know those slo-mo, love at first fight things, yeah thats what happened between you two.

After Mei explained their truce with Macaque, you still didn’t trust him but went along with it as Mei seemed genuine.

In no time at all you both realised you have burning crushes on eachother.

You confessed first, one day showing up at his house and saying you liked him a lot.

Thats how you two started dating.

Macaque once licked your scales after you started dating to tease you.

You got him back by grabbing his tail and twirling it around you hand.

No, you two are a POWER COUPLE. Seriously imagine a GIANT SHADOW MOKEY KAIJU and a DRAGON charging towards you.

I’d surrender by then.

He likes how well you get along with lbd’s host (she was adopted by everyone I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL-)

Less touchy then Wukong and MK, prefers quality time with you rather than physical touch.

He’ll totally add a dragon character to his shadow plays for you.

“Aw Moonlight, you wanna watch my plays?~’

#lmk #lmk x reader #reader x sun wukong #reader x macaque #reader x mk

[protokirby]

I wasn't planning on typing this until I became able to get on my computer because I hate typing on a phone but I don't know when the flop that will happen so I'll just go ahead and type it.

For the 3 people who read about my dream posts, I was finally able to apologize to Leon. And Hop.

This is big so I'll slap a keep reading right there

This happened a few nights ago.

Before this dream, I hadn't seen either Leon or Hop since the last dream I posted that had either of them in it. I don't remember how long ago that was.

I almost always can tell I'm dreaming but never control things which is frustrating. But I was controlling this dream.

So..... before the actual good part of the dream, my family was being very bad to me and I went to sleep in the dream.

In the dream within the dream, I realized I had all my memories from real life.

The location was some beautiful flowing grassy field as far as the mind could see with pretty electric blue skies and it had random gray stones and also gray stone structures that look like a flat platform with a roof with thin pillars on 4 sides to support the roof though the platforms with the roofs were round so idk if I could say it has "sides" but whatever. This place looked straight out of a fantasy world.

Also some kind of awesomely epic and inspiring orchestra type of music was playing.

So, as I had all my memories from my awake self, I called Leon's name and he appeared. Specifically he appeared in a light in one of the stone structures as though the things are magic portals or something. He looked confused and slightly concerned. His expression got even more concerned when he saw me :( come on my guy, we used to be friends until I started having so many nightmares. Hop still thought I was fun to hang out with.

Anyhoo, after summoning Leon successfully, I called Hop's name and then Leon's facial expression changed. Not out of fear of the danger of all the nightmares I have, but something else. I don't quite know for sure what emotion he was portraying but it looked like a form of intense sadness mixed with some other emotions. Mostly sadness.

Anyway Hop didn't appear when I called his name (that could explain the look Leon was giving me) and I had a reaction to that in a way I would react irl in this kind of situation. A head tilt and a "huh?".

So I called Hop's name again but with more force and he appeared in a light in one of the stone structures.

Leon immediately had some kind of face that was a mix of surprise and happiness and so did Hop. More heavy on the surprise with Hop. Leon ran over to him and hugged him and they were both crying. A positive sort of crying like they hadn't seen each other in a long time and were happy to be reunited.

Okay, did dream actually Hop die somehow when I was under the impression that Leon simply found a way to stop him from visiting my dreams?

That's kind of totally super upsetting but at least I brought him back to life finally.

Anyhoo.

I wanted to hug them both but I figured that now wasn't the best time so I made sure they both had my attention as my short-self was looking up at both of them

and I said, full of emotion

"I'm sorry that I put the both of you through so many of my nightmares."

They didn't say anything back. I guess they were just too surprised about everything going on to speak.

But then I got a call on a magic dream phone from Gwen from Ben 10, the one from Ben 10 Alien Force.

She asked me why I was asleep at night if I'm nocturnal.

And I said "I'm not nocturnal. I sleep when I get tired and that just happens to be during the day more than at night. I'm very busy. I got control of my dreams for the first time and I'm finally getting to do the things in dreams I want but I never remember to do. Now leave me alone. It feels like I don't have more than 5 seconds left at most."

Then I hung up. The dream was actually waving around like the very uhh "reality" in the dream was shifting towards wakeup.

I wanted to thank Ryuki for being my friend and called his name, but I didn't see anything more than the light appearing in the stone structure before I woke up.

Thanks Gwen :( how'd she get in contact with me anyway? I've had Ben 10 dreams before but I don't think she's ever been in one and I definitely hadn't ever spoken with her before this as far as I can recall. She knew the "usuals" of my broken schedule too. What-

So anyhoo I was completely flabbergasted by how vivid the dream was.

I got the taste of a controlled dream that night but I want the full course meal. And I want it with every sleep.

I've been looking up online for ways to learn how to control my dreams and one of the ways listed is to write down what I want to dream about before I go to sleep so I got an old notebook and yesterday night I wrote what I wanted to dream about.

I also repeated to myself "I will control my dreams" whenever I wasn't lost in thought at something else because that's another way.

It doesn't seem to be working yet but it needs time and determination I suppose. I will learn to control my dreams for sure. I need this. To have a generally better life and to end my near constant nightmares.

If I can psychology myself into ignoring pain, I can psychology myself into controlling my dreams.

[fakecrfan]

do you think jon and martin have a healthy relationship?

Well hey I got this right as I got back to civilization so you're lucky! I can answer it right away!

Short answer: mmm not really but they do okay given how shitty the situation is.

Long answer:

So my hot take on healthy relationships is that you kind of have to have different expectations of what constitutes healthy in different environments. If you're living in a safe suburban environment with decent jobs thar afford you financial stability, and you and your partner scream at each other 3 times a week, there is probably something wrong. On the other hand, if you're in a war zone with frequent bombings and death and just general noise and your partner is just your fellow soldier, there is probably gonna be yelling that actually serves a purpose. For example, to process horrific trauma and death around you, and also to communicate with the required urgency in an environment where the importance of what you're saying can get lost if you aren't emphatic.

Things like yelling, screaming, and fighting can actually serve good purposes. This is why I don't think that the final discussion between everyone regarding what to do with the fears in MAG 199 is bad or abusive (like some people instantly insisted) even if people cut each other off sometimes in it or raise their voice. They're discussing the fates of millions of people, and it's almost certainly going to end in some of those people being tortured for an uncountable amount of time. Of course they yell! I'd yell too if I thought someone was going to unnecessarily press the "torture a million people" button without considering all the possibilities! In a case like that, yelling can be HEALTHY.

So Martin and Jon sometimes make snide comments at each other, scream, stalk (specifically Jon goes through Martin's trash), say nasty shit, and even hit each other at times (Specifically, Martin hits Jon twice.) Sometimes, though, these actions have an important purpose in context and I would count them as more signs of people reacting in an urgent situation than of their relationship specifically being unhealthy.

I think Martin's slaps are actually a good example of the difference, actually.

First slap: they are in a burning building, one of Jon's enemies has approached, and Jon is in a trance. Martin slaps him after yelling at him to snap out of it because that's a pretty dire situation and Jon needs to be aware of what's going on. Otherwise, Martin could get burned by Jude Perry.

Second slap: The situation isn't so urgent. Martin doesn't try other ways of getting through very long, but seems to just slap because, in his words, he "doesn't want to wait." I think this slap was, unlike the first, not justifiable and more a case of taking out internal frustrations in an unhealthy way than an appropriate reaction to an urgent situation. But then, Jon comments on it, and Martin doesn't repeat the behavior after that--which shows that while it was a bad action, Martin is not going to make a habit of it.

If you pick apart their relationship like this, you find a lot of messy stuff like this. Jon's snideness, and yelling being fully unjustified at first and Martin just taking it like a doormat, followed by deliberate improvement on Jon's part. Them getting into fights in s5, but each time it usually being a genuinely difficult topic and they make up pretty quickly. Martin being snappish and frustrated sometimes in ways that are understandable and reveal the problems in what Jon says, and sometimes just because he's being a dick.

They're kind of a mess. But given each time they seem to put effort into making up and improving things, I think they're doing pretty OK for a relationship that starts after a monster coma and blooms during the end of the world.

#Definitely not the picture of a pure fluffy relationship that some people seem to see #But not a hideously abusive or toxic relationship #Just one under a lot of stress

[wrestlingisfake]

Ultimate Warrior and ECW?

With all the speculation about CM Punk maybe going to TNA, I was reminded of the time the Ultimate Warrior had people wondering if he'd give ECW a try.

In August 1999, Warrior posted a lengthy article on his website, to address his future. Fans had spent the better part of a decade wondering wondering what he'd do next. He'd burned his bridges with the WWF in 1991, 1992, and 1996. Jumping to WCW seemed to make sense...until he actually went there in 1998 and flopped badly. ECW was a viable third option for most wrestlers, but Warrior wasn't exactly like "most wrestlers." Even now the idea of him in an ECW ring with guys like Taz and the Sandman seems insane, sort of like transplanting Drax the Destroyer into an episode of The Boys.

The original post on Warrior's website is long gone, of course, but luckily I dug up a copy from the Usenet group rec.sport.pro-wrestling. Unfortunately, I couldn't find Paul Heyman's initial reaction to the overture, but I'm certain it was along the lines of "I'd be happy to respond to him, if only I knew what the hell he said."

For posterity's sake, I thought I would paste Warrior's post here, below the cut. If you haven't read Warrior's writing before, trust me--everything he wrote was pretty much like this.

***

Hello. Warriors. Since my short note here at Warrior Web many mails have come in. 99.9% of them positive; the other .01%, warriors don’t concern themselves with.

My comment, “I'm back” has been misunderstood. Like to clear that up right now. I'm back here at Warrior Web. Feels great to be, and I’m planning to do so more regularly, but I’m not back in the ring or back out in the world of Prowrestling. I do, however, understand how that could have been misunderstood. The last time I put forth major effort here on Warrior Web, those efforts, happened to coincide with a return back to Prowrestling.

Since the topic of choice and curiosity, for a great deal of you, is Prowrestling let me make a couple of statements about the probabilities of possibilities and the impassibilities of impossibilities.

WCW

Often I get mail with language content that clearly reflects the writer isn’t aware that I appeared at WCW. For those who don’t know or aren’t sure, I did; in the latter part of ‘98. A year ago, almost to the day, I began what was a 6-month/2 PPV contract that expired 12/31/98.

“Why,” many ask, “aren’t you still there?” Of course, everyone else has expressed their opinion. And in this business most of those are built on quicksand -- nothing about them is concrete. The truth is that there is no leadership @ WCW. Something I did not know before I started my negotiations, suspected during, and later, after signing, came to find out all too clearly. Eric Bischoff is a personable enough guy. His intentions are in the right place, but his leadership skills are sadly, brutally lacking. I don’t believe, from what I saw, that there's any malice or sinisterness to personally destroy anyone’s career. My position on this differs from others. But, I do agree, he doesn’t, as I saw it, do much to propel one either. Frankly, he’s acted more like the chairman-elect of the WWF’s welcoming committee, as talent frequents there, than he has as the President of WCW.

There is absolutely no proper preparation for the television programming. At all. I’m sorry Eric, but making yourself unavailable all week because you say you “need to clear your mind,” and not returning calls at all, and scheduling a paltry hour and a half to two hour meeting just prior to airtime on Monday night with all the talent, each one vying for his own vague range-of-the-moment agenda, while, at the same time, vilifying the agenda of others is not proper preparation, in anyway shape or form. “Spontaneity”, as it was called, is altogether different than trying to fill a void.

What I was told I’d have and what my character needed -- to exploit it to it’s fullest potential -- necessitated thinking, and that was too difficult for some individuals there to do. Who, specifically, those individuals are, I intend to discuss at greater length later. (see note re: book below)

The real blame lies with the leader. The actions and behaviors of the troops are set by the general. [“An Example Set is an Example Followed.” Brought to you by Warrior Wisdom.] When the general runs and hides under the covers or dives in a foxhole, the troops follow suit. Who are they to say or do otherwise? Especially when the mailbox always has a regular-arriving check in it, and Turner’s pockets are viewed as an “ATM machine,” and anyone who wants to tinker with the system is forewarned, “Don’t f%#$ with the ATM machine.”

Truth is, many don’t want to be the best and that “ don’t have to be, why try to be?” atmosphere becomes increasingly demotivating. Many are, and want, to be floaters, perturbers, disturbers, or slackers. On the other hand, there are some truly good-intended individuals over there butting heads with that bulwark of complacency, but as a whole, intentions are far removed from activations.

I’m proud of what I brought to WCW. I spoke openly about the deliberate diversions and people didn’t like that. My first appearance, a face to face interview with Hogan, Beefcake and Bischoff was a launching pad like no other, if they’d just utilized it instead of telling me “We think, maybe, you stepped over the line, uh, possibly, and made comments” -- during that brilliant, well-thought out, well-planned interview we never expected -- “that were too personal.” Are you kidding me? Maybe guys, it’d be better if you just stopped at, “We think, maybe.” Then I’d understand. Then I’d get it. Shortly after, I heard the words “too cerebral” and “Warrior’s turning himself heel by acting like that…” Little droppings of sentiment seeded in the minds of others by Einstein himself, Professor of Scatology, Kevin Nash. Well, if that’s the opinion held by others, I strongly disagree. And when faced with the facts I intend to release one day soon, I’d say it’s a damn shame some didn’t engage their cerebral a bit more. Because ultimately, as the ratings in the marketplace now vividly show, it has cost the company, irretrievably, as a whole. I expect this will be denied and refuted. That’s why we keep some back. Besides, the evidence speaks for itself.

It’s really funny and sad at the same time. I just find it odd when someone who wants to be the best at everything he does or tries gets shunned for that very reason. Something is really wrong with that. Really.

WWF.

This will not happen.

Look, I know what I put up here at Warrior Web will find its way to a load of “.coms.” So, before I make any statements discussing the WWF, I want to let you know that, as a fan, supporter and endorser of my wrestling career, you deserve a more thorough explanation. That is impossible for me to do at this time. In the near future, I will. Nonetheless, recognize that if the following statements were not true to the degree which I claim, I’d be doing only myself harm.

For now, just let me say that three years ago, again, almost to the day, I filed a lawsuit against Titan Sports, Inc., Vince McMahon, Linda McMahon (the et.al.) Three months from today, on November 16th to be exact, my day in court will be had. Actually, it will begin; trial is set for two weeks. It is, also, inexpressible to relay, intelligibly, the scope of effort and breadth of information that has transferred, transmitted and transpired between the parties in the last 3 years. Only those who have lived it can know. It would take a book. A book I intend to write. A candid, divulging, unrestricted tome I will write myself that is unlike any other this industry has ever witnessed. Today, all I can say with assurance, without violating my own case’s rights, is that Titan has avoided facing the truth for the last three years by creating lie after lie after lie. And when that hasn’t worked they tried another. As my own counsel has said in recent documents to the court, "The best thing they (Titan) do is create fiction." They continue to do so even as we approach the doors into the Halls of Justice. It has taken three years just to unravel and demystify the subversion of their legal arguments and claims. And I’d like to thank my legal counsel -- Joseph, Shawn, Charles, Lorraine, DeAnn, Jo Lynn -- for doing so.

“Why haven’t we heard anything about it?”

U.C.I./Warrior vs Titan, et.al. hasn’t made the front page of any papers or nightly news or talk shows for a few reasons. First, it’s not sexually scandalous and doesn’t, thereby, increase circulation or television ratings. Yet, it is about decadence; the lies and deception of Titan’s outrageous and morally corrupt bad behavior on many levels. It’s about a historical practice of claiming -- Machiavellian-like -- total, absolute credit for any creativity, development, or success of any character that company has ever employed. It’s about egregiously claiming the sovereign rights and operations to an individual’s physical and intellectual abilities. Each of those autonomously created by a being none of us, in reality, knows, certainly not Vince McMahon and his company, Titan Sports. It’s about an abusive use of cold, calculated power over individuals who simply want to succeed. Often times, naively, at any price. It’s about continuing a callous witchhunt in hopes that others, under the natural apprehension and skepticism of a deposition done by the uncouth, will remark that you’ve acted humanly, and then taking that human fallibility, that we all have, and turn a life lived into a drama of inimical intrigue and villainous character assassinations and portrayals. It’s about unprofessional, unethical and totally disrespectful choices and actions by a company and it’s counsel that.t.t…Strike that. And that’s just the beginning.

Titan doesn’t want their public to know that the liars and lies in this story -- the testimony under oath -- aren’t playing or part of a role on television. These liars and lies are real, not actors and lines; not part of a storyline created for entertainment. Righting the wrongs committed against me, my reasons for fighting this battle are mine and mine alone. None of which have anything to do with public support, opinion or praise; beyond the listening eyes and seeing minds of a jury. Besides, calling a liar a liar and a lie a lie -- before having the evidence to prove it -- would have just been a claim easily denied and refuted by Titan saying three simple words, “That’s not true.” Oh, Titan will still say, “That’s not true”, but they know that, too, is not true, and moreover, not capable of being denied or refuted as the record shows.

I was wronged severely by Titan, Vince and Linda and it’s representatives in ‘96 and, now as we come to find out, ‘92, as well, and I’m righting that wrong in the clearest, most absolute way. Through the Justice system. In November, I will, after three years of Titan’s blatant conniving misinterpretations and twistings of words, get my opportunity for Justice, Vindication and Reparation. Even with the Reparation being in the multi-millions, Justice and Vindication have a priceless worth all their own. In front of a jury of 12 fellow members of society and a judge who acts, and guides, objectively and rationally -- one who dispenses with the chest-pounding histrionics and casuistries -- Titan will be held accountable for the breaches they’ve committed against me. Once and for all the book of my dealings with Titan Sports will be closed. The Book of Warrior will be open, the lesson I’m to teach will be taught and I will speak freely.

By the way, welcome back Bulldog. Glad to see you’ve resolved your difficulties personally, and those issues, past, with Titan professionally.

ECW.

Many of you have written and asked, “What about ECW?”

So, let me answer that question like this. I think you’ll like it. Those who think will get it.

First, congratulations on your recent TV deal.

Now, I don’t believe I’ve ever met Paul Heyman. If I have, I don’t remember doing so. I only know him by what he’s accomplished and done and by what others have said of him. Also, I’ve never watched ECW. But, that in itself, doesn’t mean anything. I don’t watch or read about the sport at all -- that’s right, none -- unless, of course, I'm participating in it and by association see or talk or read something about it. I do know, from what I’ve heard, that he does wild things, creatively, with his promotion, or rather, he has talent that will do wild, outrageous, extreme things. Hence, Extreme Championship Wrestling. (Oh Warrior, you are so clever.) I suppose the overall wild nature of those wild ideas comes primarily from Mr. Heyman, ECW’s leader. And I will say that I, or anybody else for that matter, could do nothing but admire the risks some guys will take in this business. For example, look at Mick Foley. What he does with his body and well-being is unbelievable and must be respected on a level 99% of us in this business will never comprehend. Point is, I’ve heard that most of the ECW talent conducts themselves in a similar fashion and command, in my book, similar respect.

It goes without saying that if I’ve never met Paul Heyman, then he’s never met me. And, like I know him, he would know me, by word of mouth -- other people’s mouths. In this business, a story of guy picking his nose becomes a story about a guy who wants to pick a fight before the story makes it halfway across the locker room. Point being, we don’t -- can’t -- know one another from the mouths of others.

So let me introduce myself. My name is Warrior, not Jim Hellwig. If that bothers you, that’s your problem, not mine. I say that because people who know I’ve changed my name seem to very often have a problem with referring to me by my name. Again, their problem. I’m a stand up guy. I don’t wrong others, and I don’t want to be wronged myself. I’m a straight shooter in my talk and actions, and I expect the same. If I make a commitment in return for one I expect, I will fulfill mine if I get the one I expect. I don’t work others outside the ring, I expect the same. I’ve acquired a reputation in this business, as no doubt you have. I know of it. I heard it from another’s mouth, as you, more than likely have heard of mine. Mine, misinterpreted as being a guy who’s difficult, comes, truthfully, from being a guy who stands up and speaks out and takes action when he’s been wronged, or even when others have been wronged (ask around). The true one -- it’s one I’m proud to have.

I created, portray, perform and own one of the -- if not the -- most intense colorful, motivating, energizing personas in the wrestling industry. You can disagree, but you can’t convince me otherwise. That persona is recognized all over the world. Beneath the facade and the face paint, I am an astute, always “never too smart to learn” businessman who handles the business of Ultimate Creations, Inc., a multitude of projects, all of them Warrior related. Each of them potential moneymakers beyond the ring and all over the world. I have many interests and talents, only but one of them is the aforementioned Warrior as a Sports Entertainer, Prowrestler. I make no apologies for extending my business interests beyond the ring. Those put off by it are the ones with the problem, not me. I am a gracious supporter and endorser of other talented individuals. Those who know me well will tell you I’ve not a jealous, envious or insecure bone in my body, but I will challenge you to be the best you can be, and I expect the same. And if you are one to give less than one beat away from a heart attack in effort and intensity I’ll tell you so. I don’t enjoy being around floaters or slackers. I enjoy working with individuals who want to be the best and give the time and effort to be so.

Different than other mouthpieces express, I don’t have a “put you off” ego. I have an ego with the power to elevate and intensify others to their highest potential, an ego that solidifies a team; and if that “puts you off”, your own confidence and self-esteem is lacking, and that’s your problem, not mine.

To a newly televised, creatively charged iconoclastic wrestling organization such as ECW, a powerhouse character and marketing property like the inveterate Warrior could be the ultimate juggernaut to “leap tall buildings in a single bound” (jump past WCW post haste) and race “faster than a speeding bullet” (hot, hot on the trail of WWF). I am an extremely creative, energizing person. I’m not afraid to possibly take, creatively done, never before switching risks.

Let me end by saying, I don’t do normal deals and I don’t sign generic contracts. In addition, I’ve fought too hard for all my character’s rights to ever -- ever -- even consider, at any price, giving them up. Good Senses in your future endeavors. Bob Ryder has my number. Always Believe, Warrior.

Stay tuned Warriors. More to come by mid-week. Find out what the Warriorman’s been up to and what’s coming here at Warrior Web (a facelift is coming) and beyond. Let's get beyond the updates and get on to the warriorating power of making the most out of our lifes! Find out about Team Warrior, Project Warrior, Book of Warrior (BOW) and what other one-of-a-kind Warrior projects are going to be happening very soon. F-e-e-l the Power!

Always Believe. Man, you have to Always Believe. Warriorman ouuta here for now.

#ultimate warrior #jim hellwig #ecw #extreme championship wrestling

[eddie-munson-is-a-switch]

Meeting Y/n Henderson| Eddie x Reader

Part 3!

The next day, you could barely pay attention in class. In fact, you couldn’t pay attention at all, only thinking about one thing. “What should I wear?!” “Something casual?” “Why am I so worried?!” Thoughts slowly began to eat you up as the time got closer to the end of the day.

You would see Eddie in the hall smiling at you once he realized you were looking at him too. During lunch, the two of you would steal glances from one another, at time you would look at him only to see that he was already looking at you.

“Hey… Eddie!” Dustin waved his hand in Eddie’s face.

“What Henderson?” He snaps, watching you quickly look the other way when Dustin turns around and looks in your direction.

“You were lookin at my sibling!” Dustin accused Eddie.

“I was not!” He furrows his brows and shakes his head.

“Then what we’re you looking my at?” Dustin tilts his head to the side, waiting for a response.

“Nothing.” Eddie slightly chokes on his words.

“Don’t tell me you like them?” Dustin palms his face.

“That’s enough Henderson!” Eddie give Dustin a death glare that could’ve been intimidating IF he wasn’t slowly turning red.

“…He totally had the hots for them!” Gareth hits Jeff on the shoulder, laughing at Eddie clearly blushing.

“Who wouldn’t! Look at them.” Someone else from the table says. Their eyes glance toward your direction so when you looked back up from your tray it kinda creeped you out. You wave slowly while awkwardly smiling.

“Stop!” Dustin balls his fist up and covers his face. “That’s my sibling you’re talking about!”

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You wait for Dustin to get in the car then you drive off. Once you get home you go up to your room and look for an outfit.

“Y/n! Mom wants you to go help with- What are you doing..?” He asks a pretty obvious question as you were still frantically looking for something to wear.

“I’m gonna hang out with some friends later. I’ll be down in a minute.” You tell him.

He picks up a short, revealing dress that was on your bed as an option to wear for later and hold it up with the tips of his fingers.

“You sure you’re just going to ‘hang out’…?” He asks, face scrunched up in utter disgust.

“Dustin, stop touching things! Go!” You yell at him and take the piece of fabric out of his hands to put it back in the closet.

He puts his arms up, surrendering and begins walking out of your room but something clicked and in that moment he figured it out.

“Oh my god. No way!” He violently shakes his head and comes further into the room.

You look at him, confused.

“Nope. Nope! I forbid it!” He exclaims, pointing his finger at you.

“You forbid what?!” You’re still very confused.

“You’re going to hang out with Eddie!” His brows furrow.

You can feel your face drain in color and you feel as if you could faint.

“I knew it! Both of you have been acting like- super weird and since when do you hang out with friends?!” He asks.

“Ouch.” You place your hand on your chest, stunned by the remark.

You got Dustin to calm down and reassured him that you weren’t going to hang out with his friend even though that is exactly what you were going to do. Got to give it to him, he’s pretty smart BUT you’re definitely smarter;)

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Just as it was planned, at around 2:50 you’re looking out of the window when you see Eddie’s van come down, passing your street. You get everything you need and head downstairs where you told everyone bye then left. You pick up the pace as soon as you get out of the house, hoping that there wasn’t any nosy neighbors out. When you turn the corner you see Eddie’s van. You step up to the window and watched as he switched from tapping his fingers on the wheel and looking in the rear view mirror, seeing if his hair looked okay. You knock on the window, making him jump.

“Shit!” He slightly laughs as you jump into the van.

You laugh at his reaction, closing the door and watch as his wide eyes, startled face slowly change and contorts into an innocent smile.

“Hi.” He smile at him and tilt you head slightly to the side.

“Hey..” Hey smiles even wider when he hears your voice slightly break, from how nervous you are.

He drives off, turning around and heading in the same direction you saw him driving from. Most of the ride was silent. Not awkward silence but more, comfortable. But you were still, very nervous. You look out the window most of the time but when you did look back at him, he was looking at you.

“Is it- too much?” You ask, almost positive that that’s why he looking at you. “My outfit.”

“Uh- no! no it’s- you look great.” He tells you. It relaxed your nerves a little, knowing that you weren’t the only one that was nervous.

You blush and look down at your hands, fiddling with them. You feel the vehicle come to a slow stop.

“Here we are!” You look up and to your surprise it was a caravan? You didn’t mind though. It looked pretty cozy from the outside.

When you step inside you were caught with a whiff of stale weed and air freshener, like someone tried covering the smell up.

“Sorry for the- mess.” He tries to clean up the little bit that was on the coffee table quickly before you could notice.

“It’s okay.” You tell him. Watching as his shoulders slowly drop as he relaxes a little.

He looks around and tries to tidy up more, tensing up again.

“Shit. Uh sorry.. The maid took the week off.” He awkwardly laughs, still trying to clean.

“Eddie, it’s fine. Really.” The look you have him was sincere as you rub his shoulder and smile.

“Ok.. okay…” He stands up right and takes a deep breath in.

You both finally settle. He puts on a movie and sits down next to you. You could tell he rarely gets company. How embarrassed he would get if he saw your eyes drift to the pile of beer cans that was stacked up in the corner of the room, quickly apologizing even though you told him multiple times that he doesn’t have to apologize. After the movie you both talked about your favorite parts in the film and actually got to know each other. He looks at his watch then back at you.

“We got some time left, cmon.” He tilts his head to the door and puts his hand out. Once you take his hand he takes you outside where he then opens the passenger door for you and walks to the other side and hops in the drivers seat.

“Where are we going?” You ask him.

He smiles at you “It’s a surprise.” He winks.

The drive was short. You hop out and realize where you were. Eddie went and grabbed a blanket from the back of his van.

“Lover’s Lake?” You look at him.

He continues to place the blanket down closer to the water and lays down on it. You sit next to him, putting on leg over the other. He stares up at you and then back at the sky.

“Eddie I- Don’t you think you’re moving to fast? I-“ He cuts you off, quickly sitting up.

“No! I didn’t take you here for that- just something to end the night with.” He smiles innocently and shrugs.

You nod, relaxing and laying down next to him.

“This is nice.” You say, watching the sun set.

He nods in agreement and closes his eyes.

“We should do this more often.” You turn you head towards him and watch as his eyes open wide and turn to you.

“You’d want to do this again?” He asks, surprised.

“Yeah. You’re pretty cool, Munson.” You take your fist and gently hit his shoulder.

He takes time to take it all in. Once it was time to take you home he dropped you off in the same spot he waited for you and watched as you walked the rest of the way home, losing sight of you when you turn the corner. You fall onto your bed, blushing as you replay the moment in your head.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #fanfic #stranger things

[internetanomaly]

September 8th, Day 4/365

Counting down to September 5th 2024.

Two days back – on this blog, I talked about how I've been defining myself by my interests and the media I consume, but weirdly, I haven't actually shared what I'm into. That was pretty much why I started writing the Day 2 entry, but I got clearly sidetracked by other thoughts.

I want to say that I've taken up this digital niche because I lack someone in the real world to talk to about what I enjoy, but that's not true really. There are people, friends in my life who'd gladly listen to me babble about my newfound favorite song. But even though I've been reassured about this before, there's always this nagging fear that they're just listening to me out of pity. I believe enjoyment is personal, and even if someone likes the same stuff as me, even when our interests align, the way they experience it will always be different from mine.

A great example of a personal experience of mine would be the videogame 'Disco Elysium.' I introduced it to a friend, knowing they'd connect with the main character, and so they did. Yet, every time we talk about the game, it's clear that we took pleasure in completely different aspects. The way we decide to elaborate on the messaging and development of the story is vastly different, and it couldn't be any other way.

This will sound like some spiritual, new-age mumbo jumbo, but what i'm really trying to say is that the vibes and sensations we created and experienced during the game are fundamentally different and they never had a chance to be the same. The same movie viewed through someone else's eyes becomes an entirely different experience. By existing in a context our experiences are necessarily subjective and tainted. In this context empathy is limited, it is fundamentally impossible to find someone who truly enjoys something for the same reasons you do. Isn't that sad?

I think this is why I'm so reticent about the things I enjoy with those close to me. Words often fall short in conveying emotion, and the moment you try to explain or show something, the essence inevitably gets diluted.

A few days ago I've started watching 'Dekalog' (1989) by Kiéslowski. It's got quite the reputation for its depth and profound thematic exploration, but if I may voice my skepticism, I'm not entirely sold on the hype. I already spilled my guts in a few Letterboxd reviews, so I won't go into detail here. Overall, I just feel that the stories are surprisingly surface level for how universally acclaimed this is. Maybe that's the very reason it brings enjoyment to so many – there's not much deep thinking required but it's great at hinting at a deepness and nuance that is just not there. This way people can still feel the rush of philosophy without having to put any effort in; Kiéslowski serves his messages up clear and loud, leaving the viewer with the single responsibility of getting exposed to it. I truly do feel like I'm being too harsh with this series of films but my expectations were too high to justify what I saw.

On the polar opposite end of the spectrum, Matsumoto's 'Funeral Parade of Roses' (1969) completely blew me off. I went into it blind and I was so completely took by surprise right at the beginning – when *spoiler* Eddie's shower scene showed that she didn't have breasts I audibly gasped out loud; I literally had an involuntary physical reaction to an image on my laptop screen, I cannot stress enough how impressive that is. From that moment I was completely hooked, I knew this film was going to be a journey of self-exploration for me and it unequivocally delivered. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I would dare to say that it's a masterpiece. Apart from all the technical praise I could give it, what truly stuck with me is that it just made me feel seen. I guess that's simple enough, but it really means a lot to me. Maybe that's why people enjoyed 'Dekalog' too, there's a lot of family themes that I'm sure resonate with people. Once again: by existing in a context our experiences are necessarily subjective and tainted, my empathy is also limited so who am I to judge? What's probably happening is that I just don't get it, I'm certain there has to be beauty in the simplicity of it, I'm just not the person it speaks to.

#diary

[wives-natlho]

Acceptance

Athena gripped the crystal in her hand so tightly that her knuckles popped. This was it. The day that most Sharlayans both anticipated and dreaded. Evaluation day…the day she earned her archon mark. She looked around the Sharylayan pavilion one more time, mentally scanning…for the 20th time that everything was in place. Given her presentation consisted of four things, it was a pretty short checklist. There was the table with the axe, the crystal in her hands, the training dummy and a middle-aged Hellsguard by the name of Hidden Pinnacle dressed in classical warrior attire. She honestly still couldn't believe she lucked out in finding a warrior willing to come to Sharlayan, even if it meant he'd get a free weapon. Sure, it's one of a kind, but when he first got the message he had no way of knowing it would work. A clearing of a throat made her look over, it seemed the old farts had gathered and were ready to start…as evident by a more, louder throat clear. By The Twelve these old codgers were a pain.

She stepped forward crystal in hand and scanned the faces before her. Most of them were professors she didn't recognize of various races wearing the traditional garb, pretty typical for this sort of thing. It "was more authentic" or whatever excuse they used to pull in the most old and traditionalist of the cranks. Being fair and just was rarely a reason for any Sharylayan rule, normally it was about making sure “traditional values” were maintained. Which was just a different way to say “change bad”. Luckily the head was one professor that had her back, an old friend of the family, Professor Aknir. A kind Veira who’s compassion for her students was only rivaled by her love of discovery. However…that's odd, her parents weren't here yet? They must have been running behind.

She took a deep breath and donned the best metaphorical mask she could. One most young Sharlayans were familiar with when appeasing the geezers. "Welcome! Thank you for coming and conducting my evaluation!" She gave a modest bow. "My thesis is over Emotional Aetheric Synthesis: How Emotions Can Enhance Various Performances With Training And Emotional/Aetheric Conductive Tools. You all should have received the written part of my thesis already." She gave a quick glance to confirm. She motioned to Hidden Pinnacle to step forward. "I was inspired to do my research on emotions when I learned about the warriors of the Hellsguard. People who do not fear their emotions or see them as negative but instead as something to be understood and harnessed. For them, it's the rage of the inner beast. At first a very raw fire but through training is much more akin to a blacksmith's flame, respected and harnessed” Athena moved about during her presentation remembering the lessons her parents gave her. Enough to not seem stilted but not enough that it makes it seem like you are putting on a performance. Strike the balance. Gods she hated every moment of this.

“Given the nature of Sharlayan society and even some other cultures teach that emotions are almost always a negative thing, especially in what would be considered to some as excessive, I couldn't help but be fascinated." (Especially given how much I get fed up with you all trying to control me. She thought to herself) "However, the warriors have years of training, culture, tradition, and even soul crystals. Their style is also very particular. How could this philosophy be applied to other areas?" She held up the crystal in her hands. "I followed an ancient thought process and it bore fruit. Emotions are more than just chemical reactions in our bodies, they also seem to be a tangible force. At least that is my theory. The research is thin and I wasn't allowed in any restrictive sections" At this, she glared over at one of the professors in general. The one from the library who refused every one of her requests.

"However, upon some experimenting, I found that it is actually possible to crystallize emotions which proved my theory at least highly probable. I used these crystallized emotions to help find a material that was conductive to emotions." She then pointed at the axe. "Using this material, i have, with the help of some of our local blacksmiths, created an axe that should enhance Hidden Pinnacle's warrior's abilities." She nodded over to him. He flashed her a grin and walked over and grabbed the axe. As he turned to face the professors he activated it and the axe glowed as if the blade was coated in fire. Athena couldn’t help but smile, regardless of the outcome she knew she had made a friend in HP who was doing a poor job trying to stay professional. His attempts at keeping his huge grin at bay only resulted in a goofy half-scowl.

HP, after a moment to compose himself, walked over to the nearby placed training dummy and swung once. After a moment the dummy split in two and both parts fell to the ground in a perfect mirror of each other. Hidden Pinnacle hoisted the axe on his shoulder, obviously pleased with his display. Athena was honestly jealous and hoped the blacksmith would come through and make her another one. She certainly paid for it.

She turned to the professors who had broken out in quiet mummers after HP cut the dummy in twain. She stepped forward again and held up a hand. "I'm very aware of the concerns that my research might bring up in some of you. Sharlayan is not known for its love of war. However, this was the easiest concept to prove in my limited time frame since Hidden Pinnacle already has training with welding his emotions. My proposal is that this research has other applications, the most obvious next step would be the arts. Can you imagine a cook who could literally put their passion in their dishes? A writer who could put his emotions in their writing? A tailor who literally puts love into the stitches?" She paused for dramatic effect, she hated how much these evaluations were like an Ul'dahn syndicate leader trying to hawk their wares. "This is the conclusion of my practical demonstration. I have a lot of faith in this research and I hope I have done a good job inspiring faith in you all as well. Thank you for your time." She bowed once again. When she stood back up the professors had already gone to their little huddle. She scanned the area again…that's weird? Still no signs of her parents.

Suddenly everything is gone. The pavilion, the professors, even the sky. All around her is blackness as far as the eye can see. The only thing in the entirety of existence is a single figure In front of her. An Elezen messenger and between them and her, floating to the ground after she dropped, it is a letter…The Letter. The last thing she hears before she lurches in bed is "I'm sorry…The Nathlos are dead"

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Athena gasps and grips her heart as she launches herself upright in bed. She glances around trying to regain a semblance of calm. The first thing she notices is she's at home. To her relief and disappointment, Coco was out….Athena had come in late helping Johnson with his damn sheep again. (This time she was almost crushed by a rockslide). It was Coco’s day off so she must have gone shopping or something. As her heart rate returned to normal, she couldn't help the tears or sob that forced their way up. That damn fucking dream again. She got up and went to her weapon rack, pulled up a nearby chair, and sat down, and stared at her axe. She pulled out her family's ring (one of the few things recovered) and rubbed her thumb over it. A little ritual she picked up over the years.

Athena wasn’t terribly superstitious, but after two weeks straight she couldn’t keep ignoring the dream. After her parents died she left Sharlayan. She couldn’t even bring herself to accept her archon mark. The awful things she heard them say about her parents, about her. The presentation and concept was just too good to ignore, but it didn’t mean she would have had a good life there. Her parents were part of a sect that believed that Sharlayan can do more to help the world. That it needed to do more to help the world. As she became of age, she also agreed with these principles. What was the point in hoarding wealth of any kind? And knowledge was certainly a type of wealth. She wasn’t even sure how her parents died. All the letter had said was that they “had died on a mission” no further details were given no matter how hard she pressed. A part of her couldn’t shake the possibility of foul play.

She would never set foot in that hellhole again. She would prove them wrong, she would use HP’s contacts and become a warrior herself. She’d go out and help people…

Athena let out a long sigh. However, she couldn’t deny what she knew now in hindsight. That hellhole was her home. There were plenty of people who shared her family's vision and cared for her even if they were not her immediate family. Somehow over the years, they had managed to make contact after some of her exploits in the maelstrom…They had been keeping an eye out because they were worried. She had people back there who were worried she had died. Given how close she had gotten a few times, it certainly didn’t help the new found guilt.

She looked down at the ring. It was gold with some green gems embedded in it to create The Ewer of Thaliak. The crest of her family. What would her parents think? She had kept the secret training sessions with HP from them while he was there. They had no idea she honestly wanted to take on more warrior training…which certainly didn’t hurt her desire to leave. Not like her parents were against that obviously. Also, how was she doing anything meaningful? Since she was only on contract and the war had progressed so far that they didn’t really feel comfortable sending someone who wasn’t rank and file so far away. Not much was going on anyway on the front anyway. She did odd jobs here and there but was this really what had called her in the first place?

Would her parents be proud?

She didn’t believe in all that nonsense of single people making history. That’s not how societies worked! No person exists without the aid and sacrifice of others. No, the problem here is fulfillment. She wasn’t feeling challenged enough and had gotten into a slump. What is it she is supposed to do? What was it she was missing?

“Hey!” A voice suddenly sounded right next to her head causing Athena to jump up and fall over the backside of the chair, toppling both her and the chair over backwards….there might have been an undignified noise between a caterwaul and a scream.

Coco stifled a laugh. “Are you okay?”

Athena lay on the ground for a few moments before opening her eyes, seeing the face of her wife not too far from her own. She groaned and moved to sit up, pushing Coco a little out of the way. She rubbed the back of her head where a knot was probably forming and sighed. “Honestly, not particularly”

The smile disappeared from Coco’s face. “That same dream again?” She sat down on the floor next to Athena.

“Yeah” she answered back as she reached across the floor to pick up where the ring had fallen.

“I was trying to figure out why it keeps happening”

“Any luck?”

A scowl formed on Athena’s face as she started rubbing the ring again. “I have no idea” she then proceeded to tell Coco what had been on her mind. She felt like she was close but was missing something obvious.

“It doesn’t fit, right? The ring. Ever think about getting it re-sized?”

Athena looked a little confused and tilted her head. “ I’ve gone back and forth on it. It’s just…wearing it means I recognize I'm…it. I’m officially the new head of the Natlhos, well we both would be…I mean it doesn’t matter, it's not like there are any others but us, however it still feels like a big step…” She trailed off as she realized she was starting to ramble.

“I mean… Maybe that’s it. Maybe you figured it out, but you just need to take that final step.” Coco paused. “I mean the acceptance, not the ring itself. But maybe we could make a ceremony out of it or something.” Coco smiled and sprung to her feet. She shifted quickly to her wardrobe. “I’ve got the perfect dress for it, actually!”

Athena stood up with her but paused, normally watching Coco change and get dressed was one of her favorite things…for a variety of reasons. However, something struck a chord. She looked down at the ring, the Ewer. Her family had chosen it because it represented the flow of knowledge from the scholar. The river can’t flow if it’s cut off from the source. Acceptance….She had to go back.

Fuck

“I…have to go back”

“Really!?”, Coco whined “You just got back. I swear, this is why I retired from the Maelstrom. Gods.” She would have continued rambling about military life probably for the rest of the day, but Athena cut her off by shaking her head and waving her arms a little.

“No no no, not back to the front. Gods know they don’t need me for shit anymore. I mean Sharlayan! I have to go back to Sharlayan.”

Coco paused. The door of the wardrobe was between the two of them. Athena only saw Coco’s feet pause in place. A few seconds of silence later, her head poked out from behind the door. “Oh… You mean BACK back…” She walked over to Athena and gently put her hand on the side of her wife’s face. “You sure you’re ready?”

Athena signed and placed a hand on top of Coco’s and looked up at her and grinned “Fuck no, but I think I have to at this point if I ever want to sleep again.”

Coco smiled. “Alright. I’ll pack a bag.”

Athena took a step back surprised but smiling “I appreciate the support but let’s focus on just getting the ring resized first, not to mention I’ll need to contact some people on the inside”

“Oh, right.” Her eyes widened. “They don’t even take people into port, right?”

Athena shrugged, “It’s a little complicated depending on the circumstance. The average Sharlayan isn’t heartless and there are also merchants, however, immigration can be…a pain. However, because of my ties, I can speed up the process by….probably six months. Gods this is a horrible idea." She covered her face with her hand.

Coco’s eyebrows shot up at the ‘six months’ statement. “Okay, then. You get started on that,” She smiled wide. “While I go to Ul’Dah to go shopping for a goldsmith and a new dress! We can do the ceremony at the tavern!” Coco returned to her wardrobe and picked through her outfits. She continued to prattle on about party plans and jewelry as long as Athena allowed.

While listening Athena leaned back against the wall and took one last look at the slightly oversized ring. The one she watched her mother put on more times than she could count. It wasn’t a goodbye per say but it was a big step…acceptance. She clutched the ring into her hand “May the rivers of knowledge and wisdom flow” she murmured to the back of her hand as she turned to give her wife her full attention. By the Twelve was she not looking forward to the paperwork.

#ffxiv #ffxiv roleplay #ff14 #ffxiv oc #final fantasy 14 #prose #final fantasy xiv #oc #oc fic #oc fiction #ffxiv fic #creative writing #writing #fanfiction #ffxiv fanfic #ffxiv fanfiction

[firstofmay23]

Day 2 part 1: Changi-Heathrow-Keflavík

Landed in Changi airport at midnight. I was worried that I might need to book an overnight room which might bankrupt me. But turned out everyone is just sleeping on seats and sofas so might as well do the same. And some of the table were equipped with power plug and since it was midnight finding a decent spot was very easy.

I also realized that in my flight I was the only one carrying mountain backpack in the plane, oops.

But of course, I wasn’t able to sleep properly so I decided to find something to eat

I also bought the fish skin chips to eat later on. Heaven.

And that is only hour 4 of my 12 hours layover. Luckily Changi was pretty convenient so I managed to sneak some more rest, do some work, and get myself coffee. Took a while to board the next plane but I finally did

The flight from Singapore to London was done what…interesting. I sat next to these lovely old Australian couples, didn’t catch their name but I’m pretty sure the wife is called Edna. And in front of me there is this Singaporean family with a very loud kids, and this is where the drama started.

I couldn’t tell you the details because I was half asleep during the whole thing. So the kids in front of my seat was shouting and yelling and to be honest it was pretty annoying but I had zero energy to deal with it and decided to put on my earbuds and get some rest. She was also pushed her seat a little too way back, so when I got my food I was unable to pull out the tray. The wife and husband probably had enough of it and told off the parents that their kid was misbehaving. The flight attendant was there of course, because he was giving out lunch on our row. He tried to talk to the couple and ask about what was happening and managed to calm them down. Very good for him, I would never had the patience to be honest. But after that things got more relaxed, except the occasional crying baby on the front. But then again, earbuds and Rammstein did their thing. As well as my second glass of wine

The rest of the flight was just me eating, drinking wine, watching sandman, wondering when we will land, and an occasional check outside the window to see where in the world am I (literally)

Somewhere in Middle East

Finally it was a couple hours before landing. I’ve been wanting to go to the loo but I don’t feel like moving across two people so usually on a short flight I just wait until we land. But this is a 13 hours flight and I just have to. So when I told the couple that I need to go, their reaction was “so finally you’re going to the loo! We thought you’d never go!” Which was funny to me because they’re probably looking at the amount of drinks I had and was wondering if I was ever going to go. Curious to know what the convo was like.

So finally landed in Heathrow, and sparing no time to rest I went as fast as I could (which was not fast at all) because it’s almost boarding time to Reykjavik, while taking a few pics of the airport for my ‘mom I made it back to London’ moment. And me being me, of course I took a wrong turn and had to walk all the way to the OTHER end of the terminal because I misread the sign. When I finally got to my gate, it’s boarding time already

I don’t know if because it’s my first time flying with it or because it’s a night flight, but Icelandair is a very cute airline. Like small but elegant in a non flashy way. I can’t think of a better way to explain it. I think it’s partly because how the cabin was lit, it was this nice white light with slightly bluish tinge to it. I wish I took some pictures of the interior.

The turbulence was worse than the previous flight. Maybe because we’re going up north, or because the plane was smaller. But when we were about to land, my God it was beautiful. It was dark on one side and sun was setting on the other. But when we finally landed, it was midnight and dark.

#singapore #london #iceland #travel

[ecofinisher]

Don't mind me, just thought about going "telenovela" with my Sims by having the father-in-law get his own son's daughter pregnant for drama 😂

Of course, I didn't record the full gameplay, just recorded the important parts and put them together. I'll add here screenshots as well.

Youtube description: I was bored and needed to make something different in the game. 😂 For short, the Langerak's oldest son was already married in-game to River McIrish, which made her the daughter-in-law to Dustin. Instead of using him to betray his own wife with the sister I went a different direction and did it with Parker's wife. Throughout the entire gameplay, Parker Langerak was the only one to not have realized what was going on despite being aware, that River was the girl leading him, which kind of made no sense, cause if he doesn't know it or better.....if he has never seen it or heard, why would he know? 😂 These are the important clips of the gameplay I went through. Note: The audio is Nokternal by Aurora, a free-for-use soundtrack. Gamers of Midnight Club may be familiar with it.

Open up for the taken screenshots during the gameplay:

Here you see, that Dustin cleary has a thing for his son's wife 😂 interestingly the two men kinda have the same smile.

Dustin's affair with Parker's wife was spotted by his daughter Kaylynn, which of course was irritated by it and would dodge any contact with her father, no matter how sorry he was.

Knowing from River, he was to blame for both their mistake as well and now had a new trouble coming up for their "accidental" affair.

(My fellow simmers as Master Oogway says: "There are no accidents", all this in the game play wasn't an accident either)

River did not want anyone to know, what happened and mostly of all, she did not want her father-in-law near her or the unborn child.

Iliana, Dustin's wife heard, what happened from their daughter Kaylynn and came into action (It's also kind of hilarious, how he just thinks of River as he's slapped 😂 I'm pretty sure, she could read his mind)

Upon the arrival of the new baby, Parker got to know the full story from his own mother. Much to Dustin's dismay....

Yes, imagine knowing your husband slept with his own son's wife and had a baby with her.

Understandable reaction. The part I will never understand is, how you knew your own dad was betraying your own mother with your own wife, but you didn't know your wife was betraying you with your own dad. (Used a lot of "own", but this seriously made me laugh the entire time.

(Look at her curves....no seriously, I see some odd curves on her. I guess it's the nightgown....) This guy's whole world broke in pieces. The baby, that he thought was his turned out to be his half-brother!

404 Tears not found.

That's all for now. I stopped right here and left the gameplay do it's own thing on its own, because I left for dinner. Nobody died, I just lost my pets 😭

#drama #the sims #the sims 3 #ts3 gameplay #simblr #langerak family #dustin langerak #parker langerak #iliana langerak #kaylynn langerak #river mcirish #screenshots #betrayal #family drama #soap opera #Youtube

[marshmallowgoop]

Ryuko Story Mode Thoughts

So, that update to the Kill la Kill the Game: IF site today revealing that there’ll be a Ryuko story mode available after beating Satsuki’s definitely took me by surprise!

Seeing Ryuko and Senketsu together in Senketsu-Kisaragi is especially heartening. While Senketsu-Kisaragi’s appearance in the game has arguably been evident since the release of the first poster (which features Senketsu’s eyes in their Kisaragi form), the in-game model looks absolutely beautiful. 

It’s also so sweet to see Ryuko smiling with Senketsu-Kisaragi, since that didn’t happen much in the anime. But the fact that Ryuko smiles in her promotional image of Senketsu-Kisaragi while Satsuki does not in her promotional images of Junketsu-Shinzui perhaps hints at the different natures of these final forms. Junketsu-Shinzui is stated to be an “opposite” of Senketsu-Kisaragi, so while Senketsu-Kisaragi may be an enjoyable experience for both Senketsu and Ryuko, Junketsu-Shinzui may be a painful experience for both Junketsu and Satsuki.

The few details given about Ryuko’s story mode also beg a lot of questions about the plot of the game. Ryuko’s in-game scenario is confirmed to be canon to Satsuki’s, with both being part of an alternate retelling of the anime. The branching-off point of the game from the anime is when Ragyo interrupts the Naturals Election rather than Nui. As a result, Ryuko is able to fight all of the Elite Four, and she also fights—and loses to—Satsuki. The small blurb about Ryuko’s storyline adds:

After Ryuko is defeated by Satsuki, Nui appears before her. Now determined to become stronger, is Ryuko really going to ask Nui to train her!? And what about the secret of the Original Life Fiber that was not revealed in the original series?

Of course, the possibility of Nui training Ryuko would be a drastic departure from the anime, and this new information (maybe) helps answer some of my earlier questions about Nui’s role in the game, which were as follows:

Actually, what the heck is Ryuko talking about in her character introduction with Nui when she says, “I won’t be fooled by your words anymore! I only fight for the truth now!”? Will Nui and Ryuko interact more in the game? Will Nui not immediately reveal to Ryuko that she killed her father?

As it turns out, it’s likely that the answer to my last two questions is “yes.” And, if Ryuko does indeed seek Nui’s help to become stronger as the website’s story page suggests, then Ryuko’s claim that she “won’t be fooled by [Nui’s] words anymore!” makes a lot of sense. Much like the situation with Maiko in episode 4 of the anime, it seems that Ryuko will be tricked and taken advantage of by Nui, who will hide the truth of Isshin’s murder. 

In fact, in an accompanying screenshot on the site, Nui fights with a needle instead of the other half of the Scissor Blade. This image could possibly come from one of Ryuko and Nui’s training sessions.

Yet, such a scenario definitely creates as many questions as it answers. For instance, why would Ryuko be willing to trust Nui? She would have to know—or at least be able to easily find out—that Nui is the Grand Couturier of REVOCS. Will Nui disguise herself as she does in the anime? Is the possible training image simply an actual fight between Ryuko and Nui? Or is there some more severe trickery at foot?

While I don’t have any concrete answers, Ryuko’s battle dialogue with Nui (as seen in the Sakura Fight Festa footage) does confirm that this alternate retelling doesn’t change the origin story: Ryuko still tells Nui, “You killed my dad, Nui! And for that, I’m gonna kill YOU!”

Interestingly, Ryuko also assures Senketsu, “Don’t worry, I won’t spazz out anymore.” In the anime, Ryuko goes berserk upon learning that Nui killed her father, and she later assures Senketsu that she will never lose control and hurt him like that again. To see a similar assurance in the game implies that Ryuko will also go berserk in the game—and, if she has a closer relationship with Nui (possibly even considering her a friend!), then this berserk state might be a lot worse than it ever was in the TV series.

As a final note about the battle dialogue between Nui and Ryuko, I did find Nui’s, “You really think you can keep up that act of yours, Ryuko?” to be quite curious when I first saw it in Griffin Station’s Nui Breakdown video from Game Developers Conference. The line implies that Nui has a far better understanding of Ryuko than she did in the anime.

Now, on another note, it seems the Raid Trip will still happen in the game based off of this screenshot of Satsuki’s scenario from the site:

But a screenshot from Ryuko’s scenario points to Satsuki doing the cutting of Senketsu rather than Nui:

Does Satsuki tear Senketsu apart at the end of her fight with Ryuko during the Naturals Election? Is Senketsu’s loss what prompts Ryuko to ask Nui for help? Does Ryuko want to grow stronger to rescue him? Or does the Senketsu cutting happen some time later?

Further, another curious screenshot from Ryuko’s scenario is an image of her fighting a COVERS enemy in Honnou Town... 

...which isn’t something that happens in the anime. Dual-wielding Ryuko’s (and Senketsu’s!) battle dialogue against Ragyo (as seen in a PS360HD2 video from GDC) suggests that Ryuko does not learn the truth of her birth until much later than she does in the anime (as she already is well aware of the fact that Ragyo is biologically her mother by the time she has both halves of the Scissor Blade there). Seeing Ryuko fight a COVERS—which torment the town after the Cultural and Grand Sports Festival—combined with the seeming fact that Ryuko doesn’t get her heart horribly pulled out of her chest at said Festival, definitely implies that Ryuko doesn’t fall into a coma and (possibly) doesn’t don Junketsu in the game.

Or, if that sequence of events does occur, it likely occurs at a much different time than it does in the anime.

Finally, I wondered last week if IGN’s footage of the first story mission left out some content, as a Noisy Pixel video from GDC included more footage of Ryuko and Mako. 

Now, I wonder if that Noisy Pixel footage was simply footage from Ryuko’s side of the story.

In the end, it’s very exciting to learn that Ryuko will also star in an alternate retelling of Kill la Kill! While I’m sure her story won’t be as long as Satsuki’s, the fact that this scenario exists at all really says a lot about the work and effort put into this game.

#kill la kill #kill la kill the game #ryuko matoi #senketsu #satsuki kiryuin #spoilers #klk spoilers #long post #ramblings #shut up goop #of course i fell asleep for 12 hours yesterday and didn't see it until i woke up this morning >.> #i thought my reactions would be pretty short and i could put something up during my work break but lolll this took like 3.5 hours #i didn't even say everything but y'know this is long enough so i'll just. shuddup. #sorry if it's sloppy it's hot and i gotta make chili and i tried ^^;

[husbandohunter]

You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

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