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pamgkrthwrites · 7 months

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Touched : Chapter 1 - Attachments

Warning, the following content is for an 18+ audience. If you are under the age of 18 do not read the content below. Warning, the following content has disturbing/triggering themes such as; Cheating and others. I do not support or encourage these themes or actions, they are merely written fictional events for entertainment. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20. (This list may get updated with each new Chapter Update)

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Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Bakugou x F!Reader

Themes: Soulmates, Porn with Plot (This list may get updated with each new chapter update)

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend of two years - who is not your soulmate - cheated on you, you quickly find a job in another part of the country so you can get far away from him. You become the secretary of Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, Bakugou Katsuki. The bond with your soulmate - in which you can feel everything sexually related - starts feeling more intense after you start working for Bakugou.Not only do you have to deal with your soulmate bond becoming stronger, the feelings of betrayal and heartbreak from your ex cheating, but you also have to deal with Bakugou flirting you - who with each passing day, seems to become more attractive.

Word Count: 3502

A/N: Thank you to my beta readers, "Huntress" and "Ribbon". Also for telling me the porn is cringe but thats fine-

If it wasn’t for your pounding headache from all the crying you did the night before, you would’ve thought it was just a normal day. Your heart felt shattered, even if the breakup was weeks in the planning after you found out your boyfriend had cheated on you.

You sat up from your mattress on the floor and got out of your sleeping bag. The removalists would take the last of your stuff today then you were going to move to Musutafu in the Shizuoka Prefecture.

Moving to a whole other Prefecture just to get away from some boy who cheated on you might have been an overreaction, but you gave up so much to be with your boyfriend. You gave up friends, and some amazing job offers, and even stopped talking to some family members.

You didn’t even want to tell your parents you broke up with your boyfriend because he cheated on you. You knew if you told them that, they would say ‘This is what you get for not waiting for your soulmate’. You simply told your parents you had accepted a new job and were going to move away and that you and Minato had decided to break up.

Which was also the reason you gave to him. You didn’t want to admit you came over to surprise him, only to see him kiss another girl while she left his apartment. You didn’t want to admit you then talked to the woman and found out she thought she was dating him for months. You didn’t want to admit that you then had been secretly planning to leave the Prefecture, accepting a new Hero Assistant job just to get away from him.

You didn’t want to tell him. You didn’t want to tell your parents.

You didn’t want to tell anyone.

Because you knew no one would support you at this point.

You took your last shower in your apartment and put the last of your things into your suitcase before standing outside of your apartment as the removalists came, taking your mattress, a nightlight, table and chair.

You sighed before making your way down the apartment stairs. Your train left in a few hours but you didn’t want to stay around here for very long. Too many memories.

You didn’t want to remind yourself how much you had failed.

You were starting a new life, away from all this drama you caused for yourself. You were starting your new job next week and you already had a new apartment to move into, leaving you with the opportunity to throw things out.

Goodbye Minato Kusumoto, you cheating bastard.

When you stepped into your new apartment, you let out a sigh of relief.

Sure, there were boxes everywhere, but you were away from everyone. You had been moving around all day, only being able to have a small lunch. You felt so tired.

You were thankful to the removalists that they put your mattress on your bedframe. You quickly made your bed then stripped off your clothing, getting yourself comfy into your bed.

You had a busy next few days ahead of you then straight into work. You needed things to be fast-paced, so you could get your mind off of Minato.

You looked at your phone one last time before bed, rolling your eyes when you saw your mother had texted you.

Mama Hi sweetie How was the trip? Did you get home safely?

You I’m fine mother, thank you. I’ll text you in the morning, I’m tired.

You didn’t even look at what she texted back, you just put your phone down and turned over in your bed. You closed your eyes, wanting the darkness to take you.

But then you felt it.

You pushed your thighs together and blushed feeling as you felt pleasure and desire rush through your system.

Your soulmate really knew how to pick a time to masturbate huh?

You remember as a kid that you thought you didn’t have a soulmate. Everyone had a soulmate bond. All different but you couldn’t feel yours. You got tested when you were 10, but once your results came in your parents refused to tell you anything besides that you did have a soulmate.

It was only when you were a teen did you understand why. You and your soulmate could feel each other, physically-sexually that is.

If you were aroused, they would feel it. If you touched yourself, they would feel it. If you had sex with someone, they would feel it. Same in reverse.

You were thankful your soulmate was able to control themselves. Sure they had desires and got horny in the middle of the day but they wouldn’t act on it and shut it down quickly. Only in the late afternoon and early mornings did they act on it.

So you would think with that sort of bond, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself a boyfriend.

That was your parents' logic anyway.

You tried for the longest time to follow what your soulmate was doing, being in control. Trying not to get horny in the middle of the day and even limiting when you touched yourself.

Then you met your ex-boyfriend and you broke the unspoken agreement you had with your soulmate.

Minato just- He flirted with you, daily. Praise you, your work, your body. You couldn’t help but look at him some days and just imagine him nude. Wasn’t long until you started dating, and then sleeping together.

You knew your soulmate knew. Not only could they feel it, but they stopped masturbating altogether for a while.

Their timing was- It was something. They started masturbating when you and your boyfriend had sex, and if you were mad at your boyfriend. It was almost as if they knew when you were mad and did it just to piss you off.

You lay there - in your bed - and held onto your pillow for comfort. Maybe it was because you were still upset, but you weren’t getting turned on by your soulmate playing with themself. It saddened you.

Did you technically cheat on your soulmate?

You wouldn’t be surprised if your soulmate didn’t want to be with you.

You felt their climax wash over you, giving you a sense of stress relief.

You would be blessed if your soulmate ever wanted you back in their life.

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“Thank you for taking him on on such short notice.” The tall hero in denim clothing - Best Jeanist - sighed out. “We’ve been trying to find him someone even when he was just a sidekick.”

“I am just grateful for this opportunity, Best Jeanist.” You thanked the hero, slightly bowing the hero.

“He’ll be a handful.” Best Jeanist sighed in a defeated pitch. “Let me know if he becomes too much of a handful for you, Miss L/N.”

You softly nodded. The articles you had read about the Explosive Hero were alarming, to say the least. He would be needing an overhaul of his PR branding, limited access to his public social media, and probably limited interviews.

Maybe photoshoots would help him gain some more fangirls. His fangirls were probably the most loyal thing he has ever had in his fanbase if the Hero Deku wasn’t.

“Thank you for the concern, Best Jeanist.” You said in a thankful voice. “I’m sure I’ll find my rhythm with him soon enough.”

“I hope so too.” He said before opening an opaque window door to an office space.

The room was 5 metres by 5 metres, one wall only being a window to the outside of the building, and the other three being opaque windows. One of the opaque walls had another opaque door, but you could tell that the other side of the wall and door had soundproofing foam stuck to it.

Best Jeanist walked into the door and pointed at the door with foam on the other side. “That’s Dynamight’s office. We’ve tried making it so you won’t get disturbed by his yelling. If he does get too loud you are more than welcome to work with some of the other Hero Assistants.”

“Is there a common room where the assistants frequent?” You asked him.

“Yes, on level 5 if I remember correctly.” He answered. “I’ll ask my assistants where it is exactly for you.”

“Thank you, Best Jeanist.”

“You can just call me Hakamada, L/N.” He reassured you. “I’ll go find Bakugou so we can introduce you to him.”

“Don’t bother.” A deep husky male voice spoke from the doorframe.

You and Hakamada turned to the door frame, and there stood a 196cm tall man with a wide chest and shoulders, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest, spiky ash blonde hair, sharp ruby red eyes, and an explosion scar across the right side of his face.

It was Katsuki Bakugou, also known as Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, in the top 100 heroes in Japan and the hero you were now the assistant. If it weren’t for him never being able to hold down an assistant, you would have never been given the opportunity to be able to quickly leave your ex-boyfriend.

You felt a shiver down your spine and a growing uncomfortable arousal feeling growing inside of you. You tried to push it away, but you could feel your soulmate’s arousal as well.

“Bakugou, I’m glad you were able to make this meeting.” Hakamada spoke up. “This is your new assistant, Y/N L/N.”

Bakugou’s eyes are glued to you. You felt small under his eyes, and you couldn’t figure out the feelings you were feeling. Maybe from your soulmate bond?

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Bakugou.” You spoke up, trying to keep yourself professional and calm. “I hope we can work together without any problems.”

Bakugou’s eyes stayed glued to you, giving you another shiver down your body. Something about him gave you an uncomfortable feeling. Maybe it was because you had met the known explosion temper, maybe it was from how large it was, maybe it was the scar etched into his skin, maybe it was how he was holding eye contact with you.

Whatever it was, it was stirring something within you. Something you hadn’t experienced before.

“Bakugou-” Hakamada's voice broke both of you out of whatever trance you two were in. “Please don’t scare her off so early into this job.”

Bakugou gave you one last glance before looking at Hakamada. “Fine.”

Bakugou then turned and walked towards his own office, leaving you and the tall hero alone again. Hakamada didn’t allow you much time to recover from your first meeting with the rising hero.

“Sorry about him, I don’t know what’s up with him today.”

“It’s alright, Hakamada.” You rescued him. “He probably was just testing me.”

“That wasn’t him testing you.” Hakamada said. “He’s very… Never mind.”

You quirked a brow at him, but he moved on to the next topic. Not allowing you to ask any questions regarding Bakugou as a person.

“There should be a handbook in the top drawer on what we expect you to be doing for today.” Hakamada said as he pointed to your desk. “Read over over and if you finish it early then get started on making up a plan to showcase to Bakugou, my assistants and myself tomorrow. Is that understood?”

You quickly nodded your head. “I understand sir.”

“Good, I’ll let you get to work then.” Hakamada then left swiftly, walking towards Bakugou’s office.

You walked over to your office, placing your bag beside your desk before going through the large file that was on your top desk. Either Bakugou was going to be a difficult client, or this hero agency was going to be difficult. You had to press on though, you couldn’t fail again so soon.

You saw the screen on your phone light up and saw a familiar name pop up which made you breathe in sharply.

Minato Kusumoto Hope you are doing well Miss you <3

You hadn’t blocked him because you didn’t want him to figure out you knew yet. Maybe give it a few more weeks of him texting then you’ll block with under the reason he wasn’t letting you move on.

Yeah, that could work.

You looked back at the paperwork and started reading.

Your back felt sore after reading the whole file. You stood up and cracked your back. You wrote down some notes on your notepad, but there was no way you had a full plan yet. You could do that at home.

You put the whole file in your top drawer before gathering your things and getting up. Once you left your office, you felt eyes resting on you. You turned, seeing Bakugou’s ruby-red eyes staring at you. You felt another shiver down your spine before politely smiling at him.

“Good evening, Dynamight-”

“Bakugou is fine, L/N.” Bakugou interested you, though his tone was not as harsh as you were expecting.

Was his explosive personality just an act? You doubted it considering that file you just finished reading through. Maybe he was tired?

“...Bakugou.” You corrected yourself. “I hope you have a good evening.”

You could see something behind his eyes, as if he was a grandfather clock in deep thought.

“...Travel home safely, L/N.” Bakugou said before turning back to whatever he was doing.

You eyed him courteously before turning and backing your way to the elevator. As you were walking, you felt your soulmate’s arousal and desire flare up out of nowhere. You gritted your teeth through the friendly smiles you gave up, wondering what on earth made your soulmate go against their known pattern. It didn’t even feel as if they were trying to cool themselves off or shut it down.

Whatever it was, your soulmate needed to knock it off for the next half hour. Just so you could get to your apartment in one peace.

As you ate your dinner, one of your eyes twitched from the arousal you still felt between your legs. Your soulmate did not even bless you with five minutes no, they seemed to have been arousal ever since you had left the office.

In fact, it seemed as if their desire had increased since that time!

You wanted to be understanding, forgiving even. Especially after those two years, you were with your cheating ex-boyfriend. Now however you understood why your soulmate was a bit vengeful during that time.

This constituent heat and arousal at your core was starting to get frustrating.

Too frustrating.

Too frustrating for you to eat your salad in fucking peace!

You hoped that starting to unpack your new home would help you not focus on whatever your soulmate was lusting over. It worked for a good solid ten minutes.

That was until you felt them start to masturbate as if their life depended on it.

You gasped, feeling something tight pump up and down on their cock with fast strokes. You actually stumbled to the side and gripped tightly onto whatever furniture was closest to you, dropping whatever you had been holding onto.

You heard something shatter, but that didn’t matter right now. You gripped tightly onto whatever you were holding tightly tightly and shut your eyes. You had started to pant, feeling your cheeks heat up.

You bit your lower lip, trying to hold in a moan. You weren’t even touching yourself and yet your soulmate was able to bring you to the point where you felt yourself dripping wet, ruining whatever panties you were wearing.

What in the hell had them this turned on my gods!

You felt there to sit on the floor, breathing desperately as your soulmate masturbates for twenty or so minutes. You gasped sharply inwards as you felt them climax, leaving you shaking in a wet puddle on the floor of your apartment.

You stayed there for a moment so you could recover, trying to come down from their climax.

Your head felt dizzy and your vulvar felt sore. It felt very similar to actual sex. If it wasn't for the fact that no contact was actually made with your body, you would call it the best sex of your life.

Maybe it felt more intense because you moved closer to your soulmate?

You immediately shot that down, thinking back to the night before. Last night felt like it normally did. This was clearly triggered by it genuinely being more intense on your soulmate’s side.

You finally pulled yourself up, your legs shaking from the intense orgasm you felt. You felt something wet slide down your thigh, making you shiver.

You looked at the floor and saw a shattered plate.

Shit.

You carefully cleaned up the shattered plate mess while trying to ignore your own sexual frustration between your legs. You’ll deal with that in the shower once you are done.

Your phone started to ring. You grabbed it and accepted the call, bringing it to your ear as your eyes focused on the shattered plate on the floor.

“This is L/N.”

“Hey there, kitty.”

You felt your body froze from hearing your ex-boyfriend’s voice, Minato Kusumoto.

“Minato, it’s lovely to hear from you.” Your faked a smile through the phone, feeling a pit of dread in your stomach.

That certainly killed your sexual frustration.

“No pet names?” You heard him pout through the phone. “I know we have only recently just broken up, but I thought I would get something more than that.”

“I’m not really in the mood, Minato.” You sighed through the phone.

“Did I catch you at a bad time, kitty?” You heard Minato’s husky voice ask with a slightly concerned tone.

“Shattered a plate.” You answered him. “Add onto the fact I have to have a whole plan ready for the hero by tomorrow.”

“Short deadline first day, huh? I know you’ll be able to do it, kitty. You were always able to do quick deadlines.” You heard Minato softly chuckle.

You used to love the sound of his voice.

All you could feel now was heartbreak and betrayal.

“Please don’t do this, Minato.” You said firmly to him. “No nicknames, no praises. That’s what happens when two people break up.”

You could almost feel his annoyed disappointment through the silence. You needed to set up this boundary with him, you needed to fully pull away from him.

“Whose the hero are you working for?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N.”

You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face. “Minato-”

“No, you don’t get to be disappointed.” Minato snapped you through the phone, sounding hurt. “You don’t get to drop everything we had for a job and I don’t even get to know who the guy is!”

You felt a hurtful heart squeeze. You wanted to snap at him about how it wasn’t fair that you threw your life away to be with him, only for him to cheat on you.

But you couldn’t say that, because that wasn’t the reason you gave him.

You took in a deep breath then let it out.

“Minato, I deserve this job. It’s what I worked for my whole career. I know it’s unfair, but it would also be unfair for me if I just threw away my dreams for you.”

His voice became silent, but you could hear the rhythmic taping of his fingers onto his knee.

“Is that your only reason?” He asked.

You felt your blood run cold. You hoped he hadn’t used his quirk to find out the truth. “Yes, that’s my only reason.”

Silence once again fell the call.

“You better do a fantastic job there, Y/N.” He finally said. “Don’t let them look down on you, alright?”

You sighed in relief. “I won’t I promise.”

“Good.” Minato sighed. “I- … I hope I see you soon, Y/N.”

You hoped not. “Bye, Minato.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

You hung up the phone and finally let your emotions collapse.

You felt warm hot tears run down your cheeks and you breathed in deeply but in fast short breaths. You hunched over, bringing your hands to your eyes as you started to sob.

That good-for-nothing bastard.

Fuck-! Why couldn’t you just have waited to meet your soulmate!

You hated it! You hated you! You hated Minato!

You just wanted your soulmate - whoever they were - to hold you. You just wanted to be loved and wanted.

Would you even be able to love your soulmate? It seemed as if it was going to purely be sexual.

God, what if you weren’t lovable?

You sat up and looked up at the ceiling and took in some deep breaths.

Breathe. Just breathe Y/N, breathe.

Inhale, exhale.

You were going to be okay. You had to.

You picked up the last of the shattered plate, wrapping it up in plastic before dropping it into the bin. This was a new start, remember? You are going to be amazing.

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pyeonghongrie · 8 months

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High Infidelity

Summary: The novel you've been writing has been in progress for the better half of two years now, your writer's block beating you up, and your husband hasn't shown you any sympathy. Maybe a visit to the art exhibit from this new artist would jog your creativity, but what happens when this new artist offers you more than just relief from your writer's block?

Characters/Pairing(s): Artist!Aged-Up!Hongjoong x Writer!Aged-Up!Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

AUs/Trope info: Non-Idol!AU, Aged-Up!AU, Right Person Too Late

Word Count: 3247

Warnings: Infidelity, very inappropriate conversations with a married woman, tipsy sex (not drunk), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple stimulation, afab!reader

Rating: 18+

A/N: I'll be using the name "Haru" for Y/N's Husband because my friends don't want me to write a different ATEEZ member getting cheated on, so my friend @/stardragongalaxy volunteered as tribute 😂

"I'm right here, honey, I love you." He whispers into your skin, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, one button at a time. He kisses your skin every time new skin is revealed to both of you, he kisses your skin so delicately as if you'd break at the slightest touch-

"Y/N, you still haven't dealt with the dishes yet." Your husband, Haru, said monotonously just as you were starting to gain momentum in your writing.

You groan, the interruption making you lose focus and motivation to write. You stare at the last word on your document, gaze burning into each individual pixel as if hoping that this piece would write itself.

Unfortunately, life said "Fuck you."

With another groan, you rub and pinch the bridge of your nose, a headache starting to settle in as your Husband returned to working as if he didn't just cause you a grave inconvenience.

Standing from your comfortable computer chair, you take calm and even strides towards your kitchen, where only a handful of dishes were left in the sink.

And this little shit didn't even bother washing like, what? 8 dishes? he has to be kidding me, men.

You thought to yourself, your inner monologue only making yourself more irritated. But you wash them in silence, thinking of ways to at least calm down and clear your head so you have a clean slate to work with to get inspired again.

I think I should visit the gallery again, there's this new artist that I've been following, he's getting pretty popular, maybe I could draw inspiration from his work?

You think maybe this is the best idea you've had since you but bacon bits on mac & cheese.

Taking the time to visit this gorgeous gallery was definitely the correct move.

Kim Hongjoong is a passionate man, you can see the dedication to his craft in all the pieces in this gallery. He was a mixed media artist, sometimes his work was pops of color on a canvas, others are sculptures made of clay, made with the most delicate of hands, others are more niche, like the stained glass piece in another part of the gallery.

One thing about Hongjoong's work is that his subjects are also subjects of passion.

Paintings of a man's devotion to worshiping his lover's skin, a stained glass recreation of The Birth of Venus by Botticelli, and his latest masterpiece,

Simply titled "Passion", a sculpture of a woman in the throws of pleasure, with her lover holding her close to him, no gap between their skin, eternally locked in a passionate embrace.

As a romance writer, this is exactly what you needed.

You take in this sculpture, the light of the gallery display emphasizing the delicate attention to detail this piece had, you know the man who made this takes pride in this, his work, skills, and dedication finally being realized.

You stare in awe at this piece for a little over 20 minutes, the more you look at it, the more entranced you become of the mastery of this craft.

You feel a presence beside you, a man around 5'9", slightly muscular build, in a turtleneck with glasses sitting delicately on his nose. He has peculiar split-dyed hair, and the most gorgeous face you've ever laid your eyes on.

"I see you like this piece in particular," He started, hands in his trouser pockets while smiling fondly at the piece, "'Passion' was a difficult piece for me to finish, ironically enough, I got bored of it quite easily." He continues, turning to face you.

"I'm Hongjoong, by the way, Kim Hongjoong. If you haven't already figured it out." He takes a hand out of his pocket, extending it towards you.

"Oh, I'm Y/N, Park Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Hongjoong. Your exhibit is astounding, I love your dedication to your work." You take his hand to shake it,

He chuckles at the compliment, "Oh please, save your praise, I know that name from anywhere. I love your latest work, that book was what inspired this entire collection to begin with."

You gawk at him, oh my god, he reads smut. My smut.

"Oh my, what an honor! I'm glad you also enjoy my work." You receive the compliment gracefully, " Although, I do want to hear more about why you got bored of this piece in particular, such a wonder to the arts community, surely you aren't downplaying your own work?"

He smiles, perfect teeth on display, you swear you never looked at a man like this in your life, you were absolutely down bad for his teeth.

"I'm not saying I think it's bad, I just got bored of the creative process." He explains, "although, I do want to continue adding to this collection, perhaps we can go and get drinks together? Exchange ideas?" he offers.

You ponder on this for a bit, going out to drinks with a budding friend wouldn't hurt, right?

"Could I give you my number? Let's set aside a day to chat. I have to get home to my husband before it gets too late."

A smirk came into his face, something dark about a seemingly insignificant change in his expression, “Of course, I look forward to our time together.”

The mug in your hands was warming your palms, and your focus was fixated on the man in front of you, he talked about another piece of his, titled “Longing”; it was heavily inspired by his desire to find someone who shares the same passion as him, the longing to hold someone in a way that nobody else could, intimacy in it’s purest form.

“It sounds a bit pathetic, I’m known for my work in the art of passion and, to put it simply, sex; but I haven’t been able to find the company of a lover myself. Perhaps that’s just the consequence of being a hopeless romantic, then again, you wouldn’t know the feeling of being lonely in romantics, I assume.” He said calmly, a small giggle ending his tangent.

“Oh I wouldn’t say that,” You look into the mug in your hands, your reflection swirling in the tea, your face looks back at you, eyes sunken in and sad, “To put it nicely… my husband robs me of solitude, but fails to offer me company.” You shouldn’t be talking about Haru like this, Your husband works many hours, tirelessly providing you with the house and connections for you to pursue a career in writing. But that wasn’t the reason why your anxiety was swirling in your stomach.

Looking back up at Hongjoong, the same dark expression sits on his face, a minuscule smirk, barely there even if you squint, “Well, we’re friends now, aren’t we? I could keep you company.”

That. That was a quality of him that you noticed fairly early on, you can never read his true intentions, suggestive prose with just enough deniability to gracefully reject him without the conversation becoming inappropriate.

But your anxiety wasn’t caused by that, no, it was caused by the fact that you didn’t want to reject him.

“I’d like that, Maybe we could head to a bar and get drinks there too? My husband won’t be back for a few months because of a business trip. I could use the company.” You say, looking at him through your lashes, he knows his effect on you, and the mental gymnastics that both of you play over the table was just appropriate enough that to anyone listening, it’s just two friends agreeing to get drinks later in the day.

But to both of you, well, only the two of you know what’ll happen once the sun goes down.

A few drinks in and you’re already tipsy, “You know- hic- my husband is being a dick to me.” You drunkenly slurred, “This novel I’ve been writing for over two years now is fucking me in the ass- I- I want to finish it so desperately but all he does is sucks the soul out of me. He’s a giant pain in the ass-!”

Hongjoong giggles at this, loudly talking over the music of the bar, “Your husband is a dick! Your work is amazing, If I were him, I would do anything to help you get rid of that writer’s block, you know, give you inspiration.” tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’d do that?” You ask, clinging onto his arm, “Thank youuuu Joongie bug~ you’re the best-!” You giggle into his arm, your weight pressing against his side, you’ve only known him for three months at this point, but his ideas and influence on your work improved your writing and motivation drastically.

“Joongie bug? That’s new, you’ve only known me for- what? 3 months? You’re already calling me nicknames!” He holds the back of your head gently, pressing his forehead onto yours, “I should give you a nickname too… Starlight, how does that sound?” At this point, you tune out every other sound other than the sound of his voice and the pounding of your heart.

This man had you in a chokehold the moment you met him, you were fucking doomed from the start.

“Starlight? Yeah, I like it more than a little bit.” You say softly, your words almost getting lost in the noise of the bar.

“Let’s move to somewhere quieter, yeah? Tell me more about your work, we can head to my place to settle down for a bit.” There it is, the same dark, barely there smirk that plagues your stomach with butterflies.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Arriving at Hongjoong’s place, you take a quick look around his apartment, everywhere you look is a pop of color, bold splotches of vibrant hues made the place look like it was pulled straight out of the 80s, “Joongie, your place is amazing, the furniture brings me so much joy~” You giggle a bit, sitting down at the plush red velvet couch shaped like a seashell.

“Thanks! Most of the furniture is thrifted from retro thrift stores, I like this style more. It brings so much personality to the space.” He gleefully talks about them, “Do you want anything to drink? I have water, juice, and beer here.” He says, rummaging through his fridge.

“Oh, just water, please.” You say, you have a feeling that you needed to at least sober up for whatever the night brings.

He takes two glasses of water and places them down on the coffee table, It’s the only piece in the entire house that is a neutral color, a fine hardwood. You couldn’t tell what it was at a glance, not that it was important anyway.

“So, let’s talk about this book that you’ve been struggling to write now. Could you tell me what it’s about?” He asks, taking a swig of his water, you stare at his side profile while he does, sharp yet delicate features, his Adam’s apple bobbing from his drink.

Bro’s so majestic.

“Well, it’s about an artist who’s losing passion for his work, told from the perspective of his lover. It’s a spicy romance, with, in my opinion, a correct amount of sex scenes-”

“Give me a percentage of how much of it is smut.” Hongjoong Interrupts you,

“Like… 75 percent?” He snorts at this, “Anyway, I’ve been stuck on the last spicy scene of the book, the climax, pun not intended,” You take a swig of your water, “I mean, it’s not like I don’t have experience writing that sort of thing, or lack experience in sex either, but my sex life’s been such a drag with my husband being gone for long periods of time and-”

Hongjoong interrupts you again, “And he doesn’t fuck you right, does he?”

The forwardness of his words made you freeze, you contemplated whether to reject him here, to tell him it wasn’t appropriate to talk about this with you, especially about your husband. You know how Hongjoong looks at you, It wasn’t a secret to anyone that he wants you, but he never acts in any way that is appropriate, he never makes you uncomfortable.

This was no exception, the swirling in your stomach wasn’t because of unease, no, this was because of arousal.

“No, no he doesn’t.”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

This, being half-naked on Hongjoong’s bed, who, need I remind you, was not your husband.

His hands roamed your sides, the heat from his palms warming your skin, causing it to flush, his soft, plump lips pressing feather-light kisses to your neck, You could feel his breath behind your ear, his hair tickling your cheek.

“How would your husband feel if he knew what you were doing with me right now?” He asks, clearly getting off of the fact that you were in his bed, getting ready to fuck him, a man who wasn’t your husband.

“I hope he’d be disappointed, but at this point, I think he forgot about me.” You say with a chuckle at the end, trying not to ruin the mood.

Hongjoong gently pulls away from you from that, “What?” he asks quietly, the word almost getting drowned out by the hum of the air conditioning, “Sorry, I know this was supposed to be a taboo, forbidden relationship thing but… I’m angry at him.” He says, avoiding your eyes.

“I know I’ve only known you for a few months, but I never felt this way before, it fucking kills me to think that a woman like you would be forgotten, for what exactly? Work?” He said anger gradually filling his voice.

You gently cup his face, still hovering above you, “Kiss me, Hongjoong.”

And he did.

His lips met yours in a searing embrace, just the force of his passion against yours was dizzying, fiery desire clashing to make fireworks behind the eyelids that fluttered close, You never felt this type of longing from your husband, never felt his devotion being kissed through your lips like Hongjoong’s tongue was exploring it.

At that moment, you knew you were gone.

Hongjoong pulled away from you, hazy eyes meeting yours as the string of saliva that connected your mouths broke, at that moment, Hongjoong was stuck in a trance, his lips coming to meet yours over and over, like he couldn’t stop tasting your lips even if he tried.

Out of breath, he grabs a hold of your waist, rolling over to get you on top of him, he reaches behind you, unclasping the hooks of your bra and letting your breasts fall free from it, he cups both of them while you sit up, grinding on his hardening cock through his boxers, he groans at this, reflexively squeezing your boobs.

Placing both of our hands on his pecs, you also give them a gentle squeeze, Hongjoong notices this and giggles, passing his thumbs over your hardening nipples. Your pussy clenches onto nothing at this, a soft gasp left you as you started to grind harder against Hongjoong.

His nails started to dig into your hips, his hip desperately grinding up against you for more friction, soft moans leave him as he throws his head back against the pillows, eyes fluttering close just so he could focus on the sensations of your clothed cunt grinding against his cock through his boxers.

“God, get off of me before I cum in my underwear like a teenager.” He says with a playful groan, lifting your hips off from his crotch.

“Right, you still need to cum inside of me.” You say back playfully, his eyes darkened at this,

“Fuck, you make me want to keep you forever, taking one of your hands and placing a kiss to your palm.

He lifts his hips up only enough to get his boxers off, shimmying it off to somewhere on the floor near his bed. You also take this time to take your underwear off, secretly hiding it under his pillow when you leaned down to kiss him again.

When you both pulled away, another string of saliva connected you two, you took two fingers to swipe at the liquid, bringing it down to rub your clit while you lowered yourself down to grind on his bare cock now.

Hongjoong hisses, “Fuck, I can feel how wet and warm you are, sweet christ.” he breathes out a shaky breath as you grind your bare wetness on his cock, lubricating the shaft for later. You moan at the contact, body slightly shaking from the friction of the tip of his cock hitting your clit occasionally.

“God, Hongjoong, fuck I need you inside me.” You desperately whine out. You lifted your hips p to finally hold his hard cock to align it with your pussy, slowly sinking down on the thick girth, you throw your head back at the satisfying stretch his dick was making you feel.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so tight and warm,” He moans out, he’s definitely not shy about letting you know how good it feels with how vocal he’s being, he takes your right hand and holds it tightly, pressing it against his chest. You could feel his racing heartbeat under his skin, “Let me keep you forever, please, don’t make me beg, run away with me.”

You openly gape at him from this, You’d be a fool to accept this, especially since you’ve only known him for a fraction of the time you knew your husband, but god dammit.

“Take me with you, anywhere you want to go, I’m yours, please take me.” You say desperately, you’ve never been wanted this badly before, and god, you wanted more, for the rest of time.

Hongjoong abruptly thrusts up into you from this, tightly clenching your hand in his, still pressing on top of his racing heart under the skin, You cry out in pleasure, somehow the sensation of his heart under your palm elevates your pleasure, making you go dizzy at the thought that you’re doing this to him, and only you.

You come close to your climax embarrassingly quick, the sensation of his cock rubbing your velvet walls so perfectly made your head spin, your ears are ringing so loudly that it almost drowns out your sounds of pleasure, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Hongjoong isn’t far from you either, the same dizzying effect taking hold of his mind too, he’s too close to finishing that he could almost taste it, his moans and whines of your name leaving his lips like a mantra, a prayer, even.

“Hongjoong I’m gonna cum-!” you say frantically, pressing your forehead onto his as he meets your lips with his for the nth time, you swallow the moans he spills into your mouth as you both climax at the same time. His heart still beating frantically under your palm.

“Did you really mean that?” You ask breathlessly, “When you said you wanted me forever, did you mean it?” you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Exactly, I meant it word for word, Let me replace the ring on your finger with mine.” He smiles at you.

In the end, he did replace the ring on your finger his his, much more extravagant, and elaborate. Your husband wasn’t surprised at your sudden request for a divorce, since your marriage was already failing before you met Hongjoong.

In the end, he didn't have to know about your High Infidelity.

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The Queen & The Freak: Chapter 1

Word count: 4,056

Summary: Chrissy Cunningham is suffering from horrendous nightmares that seem to real to be just that. Out of desperation, Chrissy goes to the school's drug dealer, Eddie Munson hoping he would have something to help her. But maybe it isn't the drugs that are keeping the dreams away, but maybe the drug dealer himself.

A/N: New account new re-posting!

Chapter 1

Chrissy could still hear it. The voice. That deep, gravely, evil voice she thought she could only hear in her nightmares. It was all she could think about as she poked and played with the salad before her. The constant mumbling of the many voices bouncing off the cafeteria walls didn’t help her mind drift to her more positive things; waking up at her usual time of 6:40 and arriving at school 20 minutes before the bell, acing all of her tests and study cards and practicing with her cheermates. Everything was going her way until these nightmares started, causing her to lose four hours out of her usual eight. But that wasn’t going to stop her from losing her straight A’s. The headaches may though.

Chrissy sat quietly amongst her cheersquard of her usual table, trying to pay attention to what they were talking about.

She could hear separate words from separate conversations such as “shopping” and “party” and “we finally did it”. They were such unimportant things, and Chrissy wasn’t going to try and participate. Instead she decided to focus on the pain behind her eyes, her temples and in her stomach. She wanted badly to take Tylenol but was scared of gaining those three pounds back that she managed to lose. Perhaps the pain will be gone tomorrow if she managed to sleep through the night. But she sighed, closing her eyes as realization dawned on her. Tonight was the championship game for their team, and as head cheer captain, she had to attend. That would be fine and all if she wasn't guilt tripped into staying with the team all night.

Chrissy had no desire to hang out in an abandoned restaurant all night where a man was murdered.

“Hey babe,” Chrissy jumped at the hand of her boyfriend, Jason “The King” Carver gripped her shoulder. She hated that, him being labeled “King”. Of a highschool of all things. Because they were dating she often flushed red in embarrassment when people called her “Queen”. It was unnecessary and lame. Something that wouldn’t get her through life after graduation.

Jason’s hand was cold and hard, his grip tight and unkind. Wasn’t a boyfriend’s grip supposed to be soft and gentle, warm and comforting? What she was feeling certainly wasn’t any of those things.

“Hey,” Chrissy answered in a small voice. She watched as Jason moved to her right and stood over her, not bothering to sit down. She swore he wanted the whole school to see him.

“Tonight’s the big game,” he grinned his all white smile down at her. “You’re gonna be there right?” “Of course,” Chrissy nodded. “Head cheerleader, remember? I kind of have too.” Wish I didn’t have to, Chrissy thought. She held back a deep and unhappy sigh as Jason played with her hair, stroking her head.

“Right, sorry,” he shook his head. “Of course you’re gonna be there to see us win. Cheering us on until we bring home the gold. You’re gonna be at the after party, right?”

“I don’t know,” Chrissy answered swiftly and honestly with a shake of her head. Her ponytail swayed back and forth as Jason suddenly sat down next to her.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” He asked with wide eyes as if she said the craziest thing in the world. “Chrissy, it’s going to be the biggest party of the school year. Once we win everyone is going, including you. You’ll have a great time.”

“I’ll try Jason, but I don’t think I’ll be able to.” Chrissy looked down for a moment. “I have a lot of studying to do.”

“Forget studying, you don’t need to. Listen,” Jason reached and he took her hands. Chrissy tensed as he squeezed her hands that said ‘look at me’, and Chrissy did. “My parents are going out of town during spring break. So I was thinking you could stay with me then. We can hang out and you know, I could help you study.”

Chrissy’s face flushed red as she felt Jason’s eyes roam her bare legs, her cheerleading outfit revealed. It showed too much leg for her taste, but just being the cheer captain there was nothing she could really do. From the start she thought the outfits showed too much; too much leg, chest and arms. She didn’t design them of course, but she wished they were more comfortable. Chrissy averted her gaze, wrapping her arms tightly over her zipped up cheer sweater, her finger gently brushing over her name that had been sewn into the soft white cotton.

“I don’t think my parents would be up for that, Jason,” Chrissy said honestly. “I can barely convince them to let me have sleepovers at Heather’s house.”

“They’ll let you if they know you’ll be hanging out with me,” Jason continued to grin but his attitude was becoming more pushy. “Your parents love me.”

Chrissy nodded with a soft sigh. “Yes they do.” She mumbled. More than me, for sure, she thought.

“So then it’s settled,” Jason kissed her head. “We’ll win the game and we’ll have a great time at the after party. Okay?”

Chrissy only nodded, no longer having the energy to fight back. Thanks to her lack of sleep and eating less every day, she didn’t have the strength to fight back anymore. Instead she allowed Jason to walk away to greet his teammates with fist pumps and hand shakes. So Chrissy turned back to playing with her salad, stirring it around the little bits of water within the bowl. Once she decided to attempt to take a bite of the dressingless greens, a sudden bang across the room caught her attention.

Eddie Munson. Also known as Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Everyone in Hawkins knew who he was and not all of them were friendly names. But the name “freak” seemed to belong to him entirely.

He was quite a sight too.

He had crazy long curly brown hair that probably hasn’t been properly brushed for a couple weeks, if ever. His big pretty brown eyes glowed with passion as he talked animatedly among his Hellfire Club at their lunch table. The various pins on his denim vest shined with his movements, and the strings holding the sleeves of his thick black leather jacket together dragged across the table with his arm movements. Every once in a while he would smile or laugh at something one of his friends say, his head tilting dramatically and his hair falling in his eyes. As he turned to talk to one of them, gesturing excitedly, she could see the demon head symbol for his club peeking out under the many layers he wore on a daily basis. Although she couldn’t see them, she knew he was wearing black ripped up jeans with a wallet chain, and his signature white Reebok’s. It was hard to forget his fashion style, especially since no one else wore it and he pretty much wore it every day, with small variations on hot days or days when his club wasn't meeting. Mostly he wore various metal band shirts that always gave her the creeps because most of them have scary and mean looking skeletons, but occasionally he would wear a Star Wars shirt under one of his vests, and very rarely would he wear a plain colored shirt. He never wore shorts, just black ripped up jeans, and she was pretty sure he only had one pair of shoes because she never saw anything else.

Chrissy sat there, watching with wide eyes as he stepped up onto the table, no doubt beginning another rant. It wasn’t something he did often during lunch hour, but it was something he did do. But, despite being labeled unfriendly things, it didn’t stop him from doing and saying what he wanted when he wanted. “We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game.” She heard Eddie say before he stepped up onto the table with ease. “But as long as you're into band . . . or science . . . or parties,” he openly mocked each labeled table and his eyes set on the basketball players. “Or a game where you TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!”

“Loser!” Someone else yelled toward him just as Jason stood from his seat at his table.

“You want something, freak?!” He yelled. But all Eddie did was raise his hands above his head like devil horns, sticking his tongue out while making a funny sound.

Chrissy held her breath as he and Jason seemed to have a stare down, Eddie grinning in delight, before Jason finally turned away. She read his lips as he did so, managing to understand that he mumbled “prick”. She turned back to Eddie as he lowered his hands with a successful smirk on his lips.

Chrissy couldn’t help but watch in fascination as he turned around while still on the lunch table, continuing a few lines of rant.

“It's forced conforming,” she managed to hear him say softly before he suddenly ran and jumped off the table, scaring a teacher and a few students half to death. “That's what's KILLING THE KIDS!”

Chrissy looked away, feeling it wasn’t polite to stare even though everyone else was. She breathed in and out, steady past her lips as she managed to eat a few more bites of salad before calling it quits. To distract herself from the need to eat more than that, she carefully turned her attention back to Eddie’s table. He was sitting back down, munching on what could be peanuts or pretzels, she couldn’t tell from where she was. But she could see his eyes, and they were intense as he listened to one of his friends speak.

He was honed in on something and seemed to love talking about whatever it was they were talking about. It made Chrissy’s head spin. It was very rare for her to see someone talk about and rant about something they were passionate for. Though it wasn’t art, crafts or anything like that. It was something called Dragon’s Dungeons or something? A board game? Or was it a cult from what the rumors had said? An evil one? Chrissy didn’t know and didn’t have the bravery to go up to Eddie Munson and ask him about it, no matter how curious she was. Not that he would ever believe she was interested anyway. She was a “queen” and he was a “freak”.

They were from two different worlds.

Chrissy suddenly became lightheaded, reaching up to hold her head while the other cradled her stomach. Her attention on Eddie Munson was completely erased as a wave of intense nausea consumed her. It was coming. She could feel it.

Chrissy didn’t bother to look at anyone as she grabbed her pink backpack and hurried out of the cafeteria. She didn’t care if she heard Jason calling after as she sped walked, jogged and then sprinted down the halls and into the girl’s bathroom. Diving into the first stall she saw, she slammed and locked the door and dropped to her knees. She allowed her backpack to fall to the floor as she hovered over the porcelain bowl and she started to gag.

It came out easily. She didn’t have to wait in anxiousness or prolong the situation. It just came up all at once. She gripped the toilet, regardless of the possibility of germs, her ankles, legs and toes cramping from the intensity of the heaving. It was as if she had eaten so much that her stomach couldn’t contain it all, when in reality it was only four forkfuls of salad and three sips of 1% milk. Though her throat and mouth felt full as she vomited.

“Hey,” a young feminine voice came from the sink area of the bathroom. Chrissy didn’t have the energy to jump in startlement, only breathing heavily as she shook. “Are you all right?”

Chrissy sniffled. “Yeah . . . yes, I'm . . . I'm fine.” She managed to speak through her cottonmouth, shivering from the fear of throwing up a second time.

“Okay, um . . . you're sure?” The unknown person asked again.

Chrissy closed her eyes, desperate to say ‘no’, that she wasn’t okay. But there was nothing this stranger could do for her. “Please, go away.” She whimpered.

She closed her eyes in relief as she heard the person finally leave the bathroom, leaving her alone with her many thoughts. She sighed, tempted to wipe her mouth as she reached to flush the toilet. But she stopped as she heard footsteps approach, and she closed her eyes. Maybe the person didn’t leave yet.

“Please, I said go away.” Chrissy begged, looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse to see if anyone was there. But she froze as the person spoke again, and it wasn’t a stranger.

“Chrissy?” She said, footsteps approaching the stall door. “Chrissy?”

Chrissy turned and faced the stall door, not daring to open it. “Mom?” She asked in shock but still shaken. She watched her mother’s favorite shoes suddenly appear under the door, her knuckles knocking against it.

“Are you ready to try on the dress again?” Her mother’s voice asked. “I loosened the back a little for you.”

Chrissy jumped with wide eyes as a violent pounding began on the other side of the door, causing her to scoot back as quickly as she could into the corner. She cried out and she covered her head as the pounding began to get more violent.

“Chrissy! Did you hear me?” The voice pounded harder. “Open the damn door, Chrissy, or I'm gonna gut you like the fat pig that you are!”

“No!” Chrissy began to cry, her fingers gripping the back of her head as the pounding continued, the lights above her flashing and flickering violently. “Go away!”

“Did you hear me?!”

“Go away, go, away, go away!” Chrissy begged over and over before . . .

Silence.

Chrissy gasped for air as she sat curled up in the corner, waiting for anything else. More footsteps, more voices. But there was nothing. It was as if nothing happened to begin with. Chrissy carefully and shakily lifted her head to see the door was indeed still again, no shoes or shadows could be seen underneath it.

There was nothing and no one.

Chrissy then managed to stand on her two feet, knees shaking as she stepped out from inside of the stall and into the empty bathroom.

Nothing and no one. Then what had just happened? Chrissy knew she had been seeing things lately, most likely from lack of sleep, but nothing like what had just happened.

Chrissy closed her eyes from sudden exhaustion, shakily walking backward to sit back down on the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs to bury her nose into the softness of her sweater. Her mother’s voice still echoed in her head. “The fat pig that you are, the fat pig that you are, the fat pig that you are,” it echoed and mocked her continuously, bringing fresh tears to her eyes.

“I’m not, I’m not,” Chrissy whispered. “She’s wrong, I’m not. She wasn’t really here. She wasn’t really here. She’s wrong.”

“Chrissy?” A soft voice made her jump. She looked up to see none other than Heather Holloway, hurrying through the door of the bathroom to kneel in front of her. “Chrissy? Chrissy, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Heather was always a good friend. Most mistook her for being a bitch, especially during summer break when she was a volunteer lifeguard. But Chrissy understood. Taking care of rowdy, rambunctious kids in the heat of summer could bring out the worst in a person. During winter and fall though, Heather was pretty nice.

“I . . . I’m fine,” Chrissy sheepishly wiped her mouth and eyes with separate sleeves. She allowed Heather to help her to her feet and they approached the sink together.

“Well, Chrissy, I don’t think sitting on the floor of an empty bathroom with your knees to your chest says “I’m alright”.” Heather turned the sink on for her, letting the cool water run down the drain. “Something obviously happened.”

“It was nothing,” Chrissy continued to whisper, not quite finding her voice yet. She brought her soaked fingers to her face, over her lips and around her mouth and cheeks. “I just um, I think I had a panic attack is all.”

What else could she have called it? What just happened, Chrissy didn’t have an explanation. She could be losing her mind for all she knew. Which was more than likely.

“That’s all? Just a panic attack?” Heather watched Chrissy dab her neck next before rinsing her hands again. “Yeah because that’s not concerning at all. What happened, Chrissy?”

“I told you,” Chrissy was tempted to snap at her but was just too tired. “I had a panic attack. That’s it.” She avoided eye contact, the coolness of the water drowning her fingers being somewhat soothing and was a perfect distraction.

“You know, I read that stress causes panic attacks,” Heather said carefully. “And I also read that weed could help with anxiety if done correctly.”

Chrissy turned the knob of the sink, the absence of the loud rush of water drowning them in silence. “What do you mean? Weed?” She asked.

“Yeah you know, it’s supposed to calm you down. It’s not doctor prescribed of course but a lot of people say it works.”

Weed. Chrissy replayed that word over and over in her head. She had read some similar things about that particular drug and it dawned on her. It could also help the sleep deprived, which Chrissy was so close to that she felt like she could jump off the edge any moment. But she shook her head in denial, hopelessness clouding around her.

“You know who I am, Heather,” she said smally. “My family. I breathe one word about this to my mom, she'll never let me see the light of day again. And drugs? Weed? Where would I even begin trying to find something like that?”

Heather held a look that Chrissy knew she was holding something back. The thing she wanted to say so close on the tip of her tongue she could spit it out. Chrissy looked at her immediately as Heather grabbed her arm, leaning in close but not before checking if they were alone. They were, every stall empty.

“Eddie Munson.” Heather whispered. “He sells. Everyone knows it. He can get you what you need. Especially weed.”

Eddie Munson. Because of course Eddie Munson was the solution to her problem. The most intimidating person in all of Hawkins High had what she needed and it was terrifying.

“I know it’s scary,” Heather rubbed her arm. “But if you just be your sweet, Chrissy-self, I’m sure he won’t bite.”

“Biting isn’t what I’m worried about,” Chrissy mumbled.

“Then what is it?”

“Stay away from him, Chrissy,” Jason’s voice chimed in. “He’s bad news. A satanic freak with his little group of demonic disciples. Don’t pay him any attention. We’re better than him.”

Jason had gone to great lengths of trying to convince Chrissy that Eddie was pure evil. Even painting her a mental picture of Eddie assaulting or sacrificing her to his evil alter. But often Chrissy immediately forgot about his taunts seeing how it seemed Eddie barely knew she existed. But maybe that could work in her favor.

“What do I have to do?” She asked, looking her friend in the eye.

“I heard if you leave a note in Eddie’s locker, telling him what you want and a time to meet, he’ll give a note back with a meeting place.”

Chrissy nodded, almost relieved as the bell finally went off. “I’ll think about it,” she turned to approach her backpack. “Thanks, Heather. Um, can uh, can you keep this between us? I just, I can’t have Jason-”

“I won’t tell anyone.” Heather said with a smile. “No offense, Chrissy, but your boyfriend is very nosey.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Chrissy felt calmer in study hall, the library air conditioned and peacefully silent. A book of psychological disorders sat in front of her before forcing herself to continue reading her latest romance novel. Gentle Warrior by Julie Garwood, and it oddly put her nerves at ease. But she couldn’t hold back the inevitable forever. She closed her book gently to look around her to see no familiar faces of her cheer team or the basketball team and she nodded.

Chrissy reached down and pulled out a homemade scrapbook with different colored paper. Wisely she chose pink, remaining in the realm of simple and innocent but chose a black pen. Maybe Eddie likes the color black.

“Be your sweet, Chrissy-self,” Heather had said and Chrissy nodded to herself. She could do that. She could be sweet. Woo him over. Tame the beast, if you will.

Chrissy gripped the pen with her clammy, shaking fingers and began to write.

Dear Eddie,

I’m sorry to bother you, but I need your help. I’m not sure how to explain so I’ll just say it like this; things have been happening and I need something to help me. I heard weed might do the trick, so I would like to buy some from you, and I’ll meet you wherever you want immediately after school. I would really appreciate it. But if you don’t want to sell to me because of your own reasons, I will completely understand.

Sincerely,

Chrissy C.

P.S. You don’t need to worry. This isn’t a trick. I promise.

Chrissy bit her lip, looking over what she had just written with her perfect cursive handwriting. She even went as far as to dot all the “i’s” with little hearts. Like her sweet Chrissy self. She folded the paper in fours, managing to get permission to use the bathroom and she ventured out into the hallways. She looked over her shoulder constantly from the fear of someone spotting her doing what she was about to do. But then she found his locker, covered in band stickers despite Hawkins High forbidding it, her hands shaking as she gripped the note with her hands, and she slipped it in.

There was one more hour in the day, Ms. O'Donnell's math class. Chrissy sat on the far side of the room, trying to pay attention to the romance of her book. Everyone was still filing in chatting, sitting on tables with no cares in the world. Chrissy, after every sentence she read, looked up in search of the crazy head of brown hair, but he hadn’t shown up yet. She looked back down as Ms. O'Donnell entered the room and then-

There he was. Leather jacket and all.

Did he see the note? Did he read it? Did he believe me? Chrissy thought with her palms sweating even more.

“So nice of you to join us on time, Mr. Munson,” Ms. O'Donnell smiled at the metalhead.

Eddie had been held back twice, to Chrissy’s knowledge. Some would think that would drive a few teachers crazy, especially with students like Eddie. But she was relieved to know and see that one teacher was still kind to him.

Ms. O'Donnell's smile was warm and teasing, and Eddie returned to the same grin. “I wouldn’t miss this class for anything,” he retorted.

“Mm-hmm,” Ms. O'Donnell shook her head and turned her attention to her desk.

Chrissy’s cheeks flamed red as Eddie caught her staring at him as he made his way to his desk a few seats behind her all the way in the back. She immediately looked down, gripping and bending the pages of her book as he walked past her. But not before dropping a folded piece of paper on her desk in front of her.

Chrissy managed to slow her breathing as she closed her book, carefully taking the folded note in her hands, and opened it.

Meet me at the picnic table behind the school in the woods. Make sure no one sees you. I’ve got what you need.

Eddie M.

Forward and to the point. Chrissy fought the urge to look over her shoulder at him, but her gut told her she didn’t need to. So she closed her eyes and nodded, knowing that he was looking at her.

#Eddie Munson #Chrissy Cunningham #Eddie and Chrissy deserved better #Eddissy #Hellcheer #stranger things #no vecna #bad dreams #love #comfort #hallucinations #i will die with this ship

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Broken Boy Eren x Reader

You woke up the following morning with a beaming headache. The sun blazing through your curtains, warming your sheets. Ah todays the day, you thought. It had been six years since you were in Eldia. Its not like you was running away from home. Your Parents and all your friends lived there. You had left in Junior high to live with your aunt to pursue your studies ,and fell in love with the city of Marley and been there ever since. Marley didn't have any schools that you could attend that would complete your degree. You had been going to Lago University for the past two years that's as far as the program would allow for your autonomy degree, but Eldia had the perfect school for you. It had been years since you've seen you're friends. It didn't bother you though life goes on. You gathered your last suitcase and jamming it into your small, white, Honda civic, when your phone starts to ring

mom~ sweetie me and your farther are at the airport we don't see you

y/n~ The AIRPORT MOM I wont be there for another four hours!

mom~ What I thought you said 10Am

y/n~ That's when my plane leaves

mom~ Oh god let me go get your farther he even has a sigh with your name embarrassing himself ill call you back

You had grown up in a beautiful house surround by acers of land, both your parents were wealthy on their own, money was never an issue. You were a golden child.

You had finally made it to the airport. Rushing as you only had 30 minutes until take off. You looked at your watch as you ran to the boarding lines.

I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make it , you yell to yourself speeding through the airport like you formed wheels.

You were finally on your plane, taking a deep breath ,looking out your window just before the plane took off. You wondered what Eldia was like. It had been so long but your wondered about your old friends. You wanted to know how everyone was doing, where everyone was. You questioned if they would even noticed you anymore. Doesn't matter, you thought to yourself. After 3 hours your plane lands. The fresh smell of trees and damp grass bringing back memories in the air.

"Sweetie over here! " Your mom shouts waving her hands as your dad held up a welcome home sigh.

you smile walking in their direction " Hey mom, Hey dad." The smell of their clothing reminded you of your old house. Your parents were both pretty young. You was an only child and your mom had you at 16.

" You're coming to the house right? We're gonna cook your favorite meal." Your mom ask grabbing your arm

" I can't I have to go to the Dorms first ." You sigh in frustration. You had completely forgot you had to conform your dorm in the office when your transfer date was official. Your parents dropped you off at Rose university. The campus Huge with three budlings being for classes and another three being dorms. . You made your way to the front office. Anxious and excited at the same time.

" Hi I'm Y/N I just transferred from Lago University and I was coming to conform my dorm room." You said to the lady at the table. She was young maybe in her late 20s. She had pretty long black hair and big brown eyes.

" Ah the Marley girl. You don't look like a Marley girl" she smirks handing you paper work for the available dorms. You ignored her comment. Looking at the sheets only three rooms were currently availably and each had a roommate. room 111 was 960 sq feet, two bed rooms one bath, room 007 760sq, two bed rooms 2 baths, and room 205 980sq feet, two beds 2 in a half baths.

" I'll take room 205. " You smile sighing your name. she inputs all your information into the computers and hands you a key.

"You're all set. You'll get your schedule tomorrow morning. I hope you like it here." you look around, the campus bigger than your old one. You had no Idea which buildings were the dorms and which were the classes.

"Shut up." a familiar voice shots. You turn to see Connie standing inches from you.

"y/n? Is that you is that really you?" He says grabbing your hands

" What the hell are you doing here!" He shouts squeezing your hands tighter.

" I just transferred to finish off my degree here." You smile unfazed at how tight he was gripping you. He wore a Green bottom up and black jeans. He's hair still short but dyed jet black.

" Oh god everyone gonna love this!" He shouts jumping with excitement

You thought to yourself just who was everyone.

" Give me your schedule let me see, let me see." He pouts with his hands out, gripping air.

" I haven't gotten it yet but can you help me find dorm room 205. " You ask holding up your key.

" 205 I think that's near Mikasa room." He says gliding his chin with his hands.

Mikasa... your heart was skipping beats. Mikasa was one of your best friends and the thought of her being there made you excited.

You follow Connie to the dorm. You was on the third floor. The hallways crowed with students and the smell of weed sprayed the air. You unlock the door and Connie follows. The room seemed empty but you were unsure if anyone was actually there. You looked in the kitchen, which was fully stacked. The living neat and clean. There were two rooms one on each end and a hallway restroom. You opened one of the following doors trying to find which room was empty and there you seen Historia giving Eren head.

You stand mouth dropped to your knees. Connie follows mirroring your reaction.

"What the fuck!"

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In the event of a zombie apocalypse, getting bitten by a zombie and escaping quickly is one of the better ways to go in a world like this, in my opinion. but not as good as surviving. Let me explain my thoughts on how this works in my opinion.

Anyways, in this case the world as we know it is most likely gone. Even in a World War Z situation, the end doesn't even begin for years.

Upon being bitten (and presumably escaping to relative safety) I'd say I get maybe 3-6 hours before I start feeling ill. I use this time to jack it one last time, and then I say my goodbyes to anyone I know who's left before leaving with a friend who is on board with my plans. I'd strike out in a shack or abandoned building about a 5 hour walk from my primary base (this is for testing purposes and whoever I'm with up til now will be on board with assisting me in furthering science).

If I'm lucky I can make it to the secondary location (planned beforehand with my partner beforehand) before I start feeling seriously sick. worst case scenario, we/they manage to get the place in a state of relative safety before I crumple up in a heap. I'd say realistically I personally would start feeling ill an hour before we arrive, but once there I have a bit longer before I get worse. I get set up as comfortably as realistically possible (not very) and proceed to narrate my dying thoughts and everything I feel as infection courses through my body.

The effects will include the kind of nausea that leaves you wishing you were dead, as well as headaches, rashes, extreme fatigue, and joint pain (amongst other less common symptoms). Once I am no longer able to speak coherently, my partner will turn music on for me and leave. I will eventually begin choking on my own vomit before dying rather unceremoniously and alone as my last coherent thought drifts to the song playing. It's nice.

In my mind, a potential zombie virus wouldn't revive corpses. That's fun but leaves little room for playing around. Once I'm basically dead, the virus has fully taken hold of me as it begins focusing more of it's attention on my brain. Anything that was once me is gone. At most, all I would retain are rudimentary and simple motor based habits I would do extensively in my former life (likely nothing beyond my habit of grabbing my shoulder or swaying.)

Once I regain some semblance of what could pass for consciousness, I am about as thoughtless in my mind as a brick. I am guided entirely by instinct. Any attempts to test my memory or intelligence all end in failure, but the act of absently grabbing my shoulder is just enough to leave them wondering if I'm still in here somewhere.

They get too close one day, several weeks into our experiment. Their job is to watch me from afar, to never garner my attention unless necessary for a test. Under no circumstances are they to approach me, and if I even get a bit too close or seem like I could lash out they are to kill me. But I'm grabbing my shoulder, and they find themselves walking away from the upstairs window they had been watching me for weeks from (keeping me lured to the area by playing music if I strayed too far chasing some mindless impulse to simply devour), they head down the stairs and outside and they know it's stupid but they approach me. They know I'm gone but they're not ready to admit this. They get within 20 feet before I notice. I immediately begin trudging towards them. At this point, my body has been reduced to a mass of sores and bruises and rot but I'm just alive enough to follow my impulse and they stop approaching as I get closer.

They don't move away, even as I start biting and tearing at their flesh as they die miserably and painfully and it's awful but we're together in their final moments before I'm doomed to simply continue wandering aimlessly until I drop dead. I don't know who they are. I've already forgotten killing them. I simply wander and eat and grab my shoulder until I die. I sway in place. I can hear music.

#vomit tw #zombie #short fiction #no idea how to tag this #tw death

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duitb · 4 months

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Planning has always been a headache for me. Juggling monthly and weekly views, trying to stay on top of goals — you know the drill. I know digital planners are the ultimate solution for such things… but only for those comfortable using it.

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eldritchsurveys · 4 months

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1161.

Number of Movies/Documentaries I Watched in 2023: 226 Genre I Watched the Most in 2023: I... don't know. horror, probably. Mike showed me what I was doin wrong with using Lboxd so when I take this for 2024 I should hopefully have stuff like genre stats

1. Best Movies I Watched In 2023? >> from each month, one new-to-me favourite and one old favourite that I rewatched: 1. Hagazussa / Velvet Goldmine 2. Honk For Jesus. Save Your Soul. / Twelve Monkeys 3. Nanny / The Fly 4. Sugar & Spice / Dead Ringers 5. Rigor Mortis / Birds of Prey 6. Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse / Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story 7. You Won't Be Alone / Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey 8. Swiss Army Man / His House 9. In the Earth / The Woman 10. Perfect Blue / Silence 11. Akira / The House That Jack Built 12. Angel Heart (didn't rewatch a fave in December)

2. Movie I Was Excited About & Thought I Was Going To Love More But Didn’t? >> I wasn't exactly excited about Beau is Afraid but I definitely thought I would enjoy it more than I did. the first 20-30 minutes or so were pretty fun and weird but then it just... *longsuffering sigh* I had also hoped The Blackening would be a bit funnier than it turned out to be. still watchable and I'd still like more Black horror-comedies, but I definitely wanted more guffaws out of it. I'm not even gonna bother talkin about Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania... (at least Kang was good) OH! Renfield! THAT'S the one I was excited for and heavily disappointed by. I knew there was one (also, Last Voyage of the Demeter. not at all my favourite year for Dracula movies, that's for sure)

3. Most Surprising (in a good way) Movie I Watched in 2023? >> I was surprised by both Akira and Perfect Blue because I just assumed they would be a bit inscrutable to me (when a lot of "buffs" speak highly about a work I assume it's some shit I won't understand), but they really drew me in. also surprised by Host (2020) which I'd assumed would be watchable but not really anything to write home about considering the gimmick. but they pulled that one off pretty well!

4. Movie I “Pushed” The Most People To Watch (And They Did) In 2023? .

5. Best Sequel of 2023? Best Ending of a Movie I Watched in 2023? >> Across the Spider-Verse and as for ending I'm just gonna agree with prev "can't beat a dancing naked man" (Saltburn) because that was pretty good

6. Most Action Packed/Thrilling Movies of the Year? >> the John Wick quadrilogy

7. Movie I Watched in 2023 That I Am Most Likely To Re-Watch in 2024? >> In the Earth, The Lodge, maybe Noroi? I might rewatch I Saw the Devil because for some reason I forgot a lot of that one despite enjoying it

8. Favorite Poster for a Movie I Watched in 2023? .

9. Most Memorable Characters/Talent of 2023? >> oof... can I just say Ben Wheatley (director) for talent because he really sucker-punched me with the two movies of his that I watched this year

10. Standout Writing / Directing of a Movie I Watched in 2023? >> obviously that goes to whoever wrote Call Girl Of Cthulhu

11. Most Thought-Provoking/Impactful Movies I Watched in 2023? >> The Vast of Night, Silence, Titane, Perfect Blue, Akira, Aniara. also 2001: A Space Odyssey except the thought it provoked was "why am I still fucking watching this" and the impact it had was "I'm annoyed to the point of anger and I have a splitting headache"

12. Movie I Can’t Believe I Waited Until 2023 To Finally Watch? >> Die Hard lmao. it was way more entertaining than I expected. also how did I go my whole life without ever learning that Alan Rickman was the bad guy in that also Battle Royale and ofc Akira

13. Favorite Scene From a Movie I Watched in 2023? >> oh man this is impossible, give me a break

14. Movie That Shocked Me The Most? (Because of a plot twist, character death, etc.) >> I didn't expect Swiss Army Man to be quite what it was (this is not a complaint, I loved it, but the whole farting business definitely threw me for a loop lol) honestly my bar for shock is seeing Oldboy for the first time last year having never had it spoiled for me and losing my whole ass MIND at the plot twist. nothing has come close to that since

15. OTP (One True Pairing) – You will go down with this ship? >> those two girls from Do Revenge

16. Favorite Non-Romantic Relationship? >> the vampire family in Near Dark

17. Best Movie I Watched In 2023 That I Watched Based SOLELY On A Recommendation From Somebody? >> Noroi: The Curse but also The Adjustment Bureau was an incredibly solid and cute flick (both Sparrow's recs)

18. Most Exciting Worldbuilding/Most Vivid Setting? >> ooo let's see... well, I did rewatch The Neverending Story this year :p Rigor Mortis had a really memorable setting for me but I wouldn't call it exciting OR vivid. like, it was just an apartment building lol. it was just... I don't know. I can't explain it. it sticks in ya El Hoyo (The Platform), maybe? definitely an intriguing setup and setting there. A Field in England was literally just a goddamn field in England but man.... I also like the new worldbuilding ideas Hellraiser (2022) brings to the table.

19. Movies That Put A Smile On My Face/Were The Most Fun To Watch? >> Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, The Ref, Cocaine Bear, Sugar & Spice, Airheads, Polite Society, Totally Killer, Do Revenge, D&D: Honor Among Thieves, Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey, Earth Girls are Easy, both Sister Acts, Call Girl of Cthulhu, Idle Hands, Van Helsing, and Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. yeah there were a lot of these this year

20. Movie/Documentary That Made Me Cry Or Nearly Cry in 2023? >> Swiss Army Man and Akira, but also Velvet Goldmine, Do the Right Thing, Crooklyn, and Sister Act 2.

21. Hidden Gem Of The Year? >> not sure how to determine this

22. Movie That Crushed My Soul? >> [insert another snarky comment about 2001]

23. Most Unique Movie I Watched In 2023? >> so many of the movies I've seen this year were incredibly unique to me! let me see if I can find one I haven't already mentioned... ah yes, of course. how could I forget Mad God 💀

24. Movie That Made You The Most Mad (doesn’t necessarily mean you didn’t like it)? >> I will refrain from mentioning That Movie again (although that is the true answer lol) and instead I'll go with... Lake Mungo bc I thought that was gonna be way more interesting than it was just based upon the fact that the tumblr girlies used to be all over that shit back in the day

25. Notable Mentions of the Year? >> some more movies I really liked that didn't get a chance to get mentioned yet: The Banshees of Inisherin, Baskın, On the Count of Three, Hell House LLC, Ringu, and Mad Max 2.

Bonus: Favorite Movie Moment?

Bonus: Five Movies I Am Anticipating in 2024? >> Furiosa, the Joker sequel, apparently there's a new Alien flick coming out? Dune Part 1 was Fine, I guess, so I might as well see Part 2 🤷🏿‍♂️ meh

#survey #surveys #end of year survey #movie survey

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That’s My Husband - America x Reader

Working at a local McDonald’s and flipping greasy, calorie flipped, mystery “meat” paddies that cause the death of a crap ton of people every year. But hey! You gotta do somethin’ to keep bills payed (even though they don’t pay nearly enough for that...), food on the table, clothes on your back, and a roof over your head. That’s just the way life works. Working 8+ hours every day with no break to speak of over a hot grittle and flipping greasy patties of death.

“Y/n, we have another order for 35 Big Macs, 15 Large Coca-Colas, 30 Large fries, 5 Oreo Flurries, 10 M&M Flurries, 2 Vanilla cones, 10 Large Chocolate shakes, 25 Strawberry & Crème pies, 25 Apple pies, and a Large Strawberry shake”, said your co-worker and window-worker, Shauna.

I sighed before replying. “I swear to every God I can think of-”, I said as I turned to start making the Godzilla sized order.

*Time skip bought to you by Jake from State Farm*

The work was hard but the one thing that inspired you to keep going was the ring on your finger. ‘Gotta keep trucking along for him. The order is done and now all I have to do is collect the money, pass the order, then I can go home after cleaning.’

“Alright, Shauna. Take these. I’m about to start cleaning.” I began to gently massage the sides of my head to help tame the headache that was bigger than Gilbert’s, another co-worker of mine’s ego. Once she had to cart with the order on it, I let her loose and started tidying up so I could book it out of there for day.

About 20 minutes later, I head Shauna calling my name and Gilbert laughing at something. I walked into the kitchen readying myself to beat Gilbert with a frying pan if he had somehow ripped the large LED “M” off the building. Again. That story is for another time. “N/n, one of our customers thinks you’re super hot and he wants to go on a date with you later.” Shauna and Gilbert were struggling not to laugh at your expression. ‘How do I turn them down in the nicest way possible?’, I thought as I neared the window only to be met with a cute blonde boy chilling in his Red Corvette. He had eyes of ocean blue, a really cute ahoge tucked into his waves of golden locks. A blush arises onto my cheeks as he flashes me and smile of pearly white and winks at me.

After getting over my heavy blush, I turned to my giggling co-workers who were now leaning on each other for support while trying to stifle their laughs.

“Gilbert. Shauna.” I called out to them for their attention. They then turned to me panting from all the laughing they did. I rolled my eyes at the foolish duo and spoke up.

“That’s my husband, Alfred F. Jones.”

- Extended Ending-

“So, am I getting that number or what?”

“Alfred, shut up. I love you and I’ll deal with you when I get home.”

#america x reader #america #mcdonalds #hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia x reader

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Thoughts on Kingdom of Heaven (2005)

I had to let this process a bit but this is still going to be nearly incoherent thoughts and analysis on an almost 20 yr old movie that I watched for the purposes of engaging with Babygirl Baldwin IV. Placed under a readmore for mercy.

I'm super going to be ignoring most of the "real life" historical background of the actual events of the film because I'm super not well versed on the Middle Ages and similarly mostly unfamiliar with the Crusades and the people involved in the contemporary politicking of the events covered by the film

And to a degree I think this was sort of intended: Balian's origin is entirely fabricated and his eventual outcome of continuing to fuck around in the Levant as kingmaker and headache for Richard is not just politely ignored but entirely swept away in favour of a book end which is fine: I very much get the impression that this is "historical fantasy" than a proper "historical epic"

With that in mind it's super easy to view it as "Lord of the Rings: Crusade Edition" and quite honestly I'd be damned if I wasn't certain that there were scenes directly pulled from the LOTR trilogy and placed in the Holy Lands

This extends not just from the direction of the scenes but also the narrative and messaging of the film: Given the date this was released I cannot imagine this as anything other than a very deliberate and incredibly unsubtle Statement Piece. The film as it is now is itself a period piece of art and with that the viewer does have to keep in mind the context in which it was released. I've personally not looked at the background and reception of the film (so I'm typing this up not influenced by it) but I cannot imagine it wasn't uncontroversial amongst certain demographics - Compare and contrast Zack Snyder's 300 released just a year later

And to a degree within the context of the time period it was released the messaging was undoubtedly something "needed" insofar as it was quite obviously and intentionally a protest piece and there's something to be said for its messaging and narrative

That's sort of why it is, in my opinion, best to view it through that lens of historical fantasy: The events happened and (most of) the people existed, but it's presented in such a way that the characters and indeed the narrative present arguments that are actually pretty hilariously heretical and out of place for the time, like straight up Enlightenment Era views about God, religion, goodness, and justice

(Which, as I said, not necessarily a bad thing and something to be taken within the context of release)

In regards to the narrative and its messaging I think the real stand-out is Baldwin IV and I'm absolutely not alone in this because his costuming and acting was absolutely spectacular and stole the entire show and he very much formed the heart of the film (and narratively the heart of Jerusalem)

It's not a particularly subtle metaphor to have the king of Jerusalem, moderate and firm in his goal of peace and justice, to be rotting away from the inside out but it's certainly an evocative one that carries through: The rot of Jerusalem as the Everything And Nothing that it is is entrenched and inescapable with even his boy-king heir falling prey to it and being euthanised by his mother - killing the fledgeling hope of peace to spare suffering and hand over the reins (and the reign) to the warmonger

I do wish Sibylla was... Something more, I suppose. I acknowledge the history the film was working with, but I find myself wishing she had been afforded the dignity that Baldwin had or given more to work with and do, I suppose.

That being said the directing as a whole was a massive win for me. The slow motion and some of the action was... questionable at times but the setpieces were magnificent when they came together and they definitely sold what the director was intending

Special mention goes to when Guy leads the charge of the army into the desert to meet Saladin: The grand collective whole of militant Christendom assembled and made to march to their senseless, pointless deaths as martyrs to be consumed by the desert is especially poignant given, as mentioned, the context of the film's release.

There's something to be said for The Hospitalier and now he's the voice of some sort of Crusader's Spirit and may or may not be some sort of guiding angel for Balian (even being a conduit for the burning bush) and how he is called to the war and is seen having been beheaded after the battle: Is he the spirit of noble militarism having guided Balian to the Holy Lands and now butchered along with all the rest of the knights of Christendom?

Saladin himself is daddy. No notes 10/10 was fantastic. He absolutely sold the noble and courageous, honourable but steadfast and clever general and leader. Daddy. No notes 10/10

The book end with Richard the Lionheart appearing was. Incredibly prophetic, I think, in retrospect. But also very funny metatextually. It felt a lot like the Special Guest Appearance where he appears on-screen and waits for the live studio audience to stop losing their shit and then fucks off stage left.

If I were to give the film a proper critical numeric score I'd give it a solid 8-9/10 (some of the questionable action directions + being a bit eeeeh on the character work at times bringing it down) but I'm not a super big fan of that sort of thing because it loses a lot of nuance in why I like or don't like a thing

Overall I like it. Would recommend to people who are down for a three goddamn hour crusade war/politics drama.

I Am Absolutely Normal Over Baldwin IV

#mine #my stuff #my apologies to everyone i'm inflicting this on #my writing

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a few words on my spiritual work online [september 2022]

hello. if you have followed my spiritual (see: astrology and tarot) work for a while, you might have noticed that I have put a halt on it for the time being/slowed down even before my brief break AND I am aware that while I try to be as open as possible in regards to the way that I work said topics, there's still a lot that I keep to myself that you don't get to see much.

Now that I'm back I would like to share a bit of what went down in regards of my (note: personal experience) pause on delivering such content. (Cause as you might have noticed, this year we aren't doing birthday roasts)

Disclaimer: I might not talk as objective and properly as usual due to the fact that I am really speaking straight from my heart this one time, while educational, you'll be taking a look at my own personal and very much cherished way of work so please be respectful, I do not intend to make it a this is the only correct way to do it but rather a bit enlightening on the more subjective side of spiritual work as a content creator.

Listen– I have been a spiritual worker for almost 20 years now, the fluctuation in energy reading is nothing new to me, although I did just pretty recently decide to share a safe space for it here online and have catered mainly to the BTS fandom. I have attuned myself to be able to read people without their explicit consent by setting ground rules and carefully curating a sense of connecting between us that would allow me to easily access parts of themselves that not even themselves might be aware of consciously.

This has especially happened with most BTS members, up to a point where me being an avid reader of theirs along with the unavoidable exchange of energy that goes on when I settle a common ground for the information that I share online, has crossed a boundary that I set between the spiritual work I do as a spiritual healing guide for people irl and the type of work I do for people that aren't actively in my life. This means that as time went on, there were bits and pieces of 'alarms' foing off at random times of 'checking up X energy' or 'Ask about X thing' and even going as far as getting really personal information along the same lines.

Once again, if you've followed my content for a while, you'd know that my "line of communication" is the strongest with Jungkook, hence, the 'JK wall of shame' tag on my blog. The thing is, a few months back (around Yoongi's birthday roast) I noticed the common ground I had set for his readings had begun to crumble down, it was much much harder to read for him, and most times the cards were pretty curt and made no much sense as a whole. I was struggling with my personal life at the time so I just thought it was that, but things started resciding for the worst after that, reaching for any of the BTS member's energy was a feat that would leave me with a week long headache and unable to get any sleep.

Evidently, and again, as experience talks by itself, when you work with energy of someone you don't have a physical connection with / don't have explicit consent, is hard. There's a lot that goes into it and as I noticed that every other reading (commissioned, paid for, consulting, even other celebrities) were doing just fine, I knew it was time for me to re-evaluate and remodel the way that I had been working with them.

Long story short, it was like playing hide and seek for months. There was this "find this bit of information, read on it, share it and then you'll have the open line back" from one of their energies that served as an obstacle and oh boy- there's seven of them, trying to reach deep but not too deep, all while losing the grasp I had on something I enjoyed doing and delivering to your guys.

Well- the struggle is over now, after nearly five months of hard work, I have found what the recurring thing it is so important to talk about that it blocked my readings of bts is and I will be sharing my five months worth of ardous research with you. Yes, in the upcoming few days (I’m using days really loosely, it might be up to 3 weeks from now) I’m gonna be sharing a reading that has taken almost half a year to get done, as part of my recurring path as a bts reader, then we’ll go back to our regular schedule of light hearted bts astrology and tarot content.

If you have read up until this point I love you so much.

#marinette.txt

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20 Questions with Niki Binary

excerpt from WVBA Online Magazine

The boffins here at the WVBA Online devised a series of surveys to get to know our Women's Circuit competitors just a little better. Today, we catch up with none other than our own "I.T. Girl" Niki Binary.

Q: What’s your favorite sandwich and where did you eat it?

A: Odd lead off, but okay. This is easy, a simple tomato sandwich. Tomato with a little Duke's mayo, black pepper, on plain cheap white bread. My grandma used to make 'em for me.

Q: What’s your favorite place on earth?

A: Man, this is gonna sound so cliché. Right now, the ring. Especially after my fight with Cutie Hondo, it's a high you just can't duplicate.

Q: What’s one place you've visited that you never want to return to?

A: Ha! Easy, Radio Shack! Nobody knew what they were talking about, at least not the ones around here. Now, I don't have to.

Q: What’s the best show on TV right now?

A: Not counting us? *wink* Probably Cobra Kai. I love the story and way they show respect to the franchise's history.

Q: If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

A: Tiramisu! Oh man, it would be a short life, but what a way to go.

Q: What’s the worst movie you ever saw?

A: The live-action version of Dragon Ball. And before you go all comic shop and say, "Actually, there were three Dragon Ball live-action movies," one, I know that and, two, I said what I said.

Q: What’s the best thing you’ve read in the last five years?

A: No contest, I just read this book called "Gravity" by Sarah Deming. It's all about a girl from New York that makes it to the Olympics as a boxer against all odds. So inspiring.

Q: What’s the one item of clothing you couldn’t live without?

A: My khaki slacks. I know, I'm a geek. But they are comfy, they have pockets, and they go with like 90% of my wardrobe.

Q: If you could only bring three things with you on a deserted island, what would you pick?

A: Oh. That's hard. Wait... no it's not. Got it! My laptop, my portable wi-fi rig, and a solar generator. This girl ain't stayin' on a deserted island!

Q: If you could save one material thing from a fire, what would you save?

A: Easy! My laptop. Lots of places have free wi-fi :)

Q: What’s your biggest pet peeve?

A: People being fake. I can get along with most anybody. You can be the biggest jerk in the world, it's fine with me. Just own it. Don't pretend to be one thing to my face and something else behind my back.

Q: What is your favorite movie of all time?

A: Okay... Minions. It's cute and it's funny and I like to laugh.

Q: What is the best concert you have ever been to?

A: 3 One Oh! They are amazing! I almost picked She's on Fire as my walk-out music.

Q: What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

A: I got set up on a blind date once with this guy that thought because he had a BA and I had an Associate's that he was soooo much smarter than me and had to mansplain ALL the things. Ugh! I'd like to see him solder a motherboard by flashlight...

Q: Would you rather be hot or cold?

A: Cold. I can always put more clothes on. You can only take so many off without jail time... lol

Q: What’s your favorite karaoke song?

A: Seeing as I can't carry a tune with a handle, whichever one Cutie is singing. Girl's got pipes!

Q: What’s your favorite quote?

A: LOL! Okay, this one's from my coach, "Fall down twice, stand up thrice. Don't fall three times, that's a TKO."

Q: What was the best meal you ever ate?

A: This will sound silly. It was here! They've got a sushi chef that works here on Wednesdays and, oh... My... GOD! Amazing!

Q: What’s your least favorite genre of music?

A: Death Metal. It gives me headaches like you wouldn't believe. I'd rather take one of Coach Von Kaiser's uppercuts.

Q: Do you like coffee or tea better?

A: Oh... that's hard. You're asking me to choose between my kids. I... nope... can't choose. Love them both! I live on caffeine and coding.

#punch out #punch-out #punch-out!!#punchout #super punch out #super punch-out #super punch-out!!#punch out wii #punch-out wii #punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch-out oc #punch-out!! oc #wvba #niki binary

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♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Meredith Park Pronouns: She/Her Age: 20 years old Hometown: Upper East Side, NY Occupation: TBD Social Status: Insider Faceclaim: Im Jinah

Who Is Meredith?

“This is how to be a heartbreaker, boys they like the look of danger, we’ll get him falling for a stranger, a player.”

My, my, if it isn’t my favourite little menace. Some people read a good book when they’re bored or text a boring ex but you, Meredith Park, take things to a whole new level. When you’re bored, chaos usually follows. It’s a coin toss on whether you’ll post a cute selfie or ruin a man’s life when the whim hits you and I for one love that for you. You barely know the meaning of the word ‘consequence’ and let’s be honest, you could get away with murder if you wanted. Sure, sometimes your actions can be a little harsh or destructive but whatever, right? You’re just having fun. Whatever happened to having a sense of humour around here. I totally understand. You love your life, you love your bestie and you love doing whatever the hell you want. If something isn’t broken, then don’t fix it. I’ll see you soon, Mer. XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

When you combine restlessness with Meredith Park you get nothing but trouble. All her life she hasn’t been able to sit still and her idea of ‘fun’ isn’t always, well, fun. At least not for her victims (how dramatic, right?). Meredith doesn’t tend to spare thoughts for other people’s feelings especially when they’re not in the inner inner circle. In fact, if she were being brutally honest which she often is, if it was a choice between her (and her bestie Ava, of course) and the rest of the world, the world would not come out winning. There’s nothing wrong with being selfish. Meredith doesn’t expect anyone else to look out for her so she does it herself just to be sure. Growing up though she was totally spoiled and doted upon as needed. Meredith could have almost anything she wanted and in true Upper East Sider fashion, it was never really enough.

When it comes to her life, Meredith likes things just the way they are. She likes to know who her friends are, who her enemies are and who is worth blowing kisses at. Disruption to the status quo is not allowed in Meredith Park’s world. As Blair Waldorf once said, some people are simply better than others and there’s no room for the Dan Humphreys of the world to be sniffing around. When the occasion calls for it, Meredith can pull out the charm. She can be an angel just long enough to fool you and then hell usually follows. And one hell of a headache as well. Meredith is someone who you always hear rumours about, someone who is always allegedly doing something outrageous and that just makes you want to meet her. Hang out with her. Unfortunately, hanging out with Meredith is not for the faint of heart as few found out during the great limo escapade (wild story, you should look into it). Meredith Park is simply here to live her best life and she doesn’t care who she has to cross do it.

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

Meredith loved Gossip Girl. GG was never afraid to be interesting or mean and it was exciting. Jesse was a giant snooze as always for trying to take her down. Mer has the popcorn out waiting for the big return. Maybe GG knows what the hell’s going on with her bestie and the life crisis they’re having ATM as well.

Connections

Ava St. James - listen! Ava is Meredith’s best friend in the whole damn world. Ride or die. Ava is the only person that Meredith truly loves and cares about. That’s her person! Her #1! Is she absolutely furious and hurt that Ava cancelled their lifelong gap year plan to party around the globe to- to (hold on, it takes a moment to even say) build homes for, like, poor people or whatever? You could say that.

Isobel Prescott - as a messy bitch who loves drama, Meredith is lowkey obsessed with Isobel Prescott. The former Queen B and Ice Queen (affectionate), Isobel is the drama.

Penelope Shafai - Meredith lowkey loves Penelope. She’s the perfect person to gossip and judge with. Plus, she’s a babe.

Freddie Redlynn - okay so for those of you who’ve been living under a rock... The limo that Meredith and the girlies stole that fateful night for a joy ride, belonged to Freddie Redlynn (Mer always struggles to get that right). He was such a damn baby about the whole thing, Mer had to throw in a new car just to get him to shut up. So annoying.

#t #c: meredith park #ues #insider #ava #isobel #penelope #freddie

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20 Years of Clean (Part 10)

"What do you want to eat," asking from the bathroom. I hadn't thought about what to eat. My head was still in a daze from that kiss. That mind blowing, life altering kiss. I'm not sure why Brandon stopped. Maybe it was me. Did my breath stink or something? It definitely wasn't BO, I showered. "Ummm. Not sure, what do you want?" He was in the middle of brushing his teeth. Maybe it was my breath. *Breath check*. No that was good. Not minty fresh but not disgusting either. Brandon walked out with a hand towel and wearing only pajama pants. Plaid cotton pajama pants like every man has but he didn't look like every man. He had a slight farmers tan, but it didn't distract from his rock-hard chest and abs. I started perspiring at the sight of him. This was like all my male fantasies combined into one, but he was flesh and blood. I immediately averted my eyes and started looking for the room service menu in the nightstand. "I was thinking a big, fat, juicy burger. That sounds soo good right now. Maybe some fries. Mashed Potatoes and gravy. I'm starving," he said. It amazed me that he could eat Pizza, burgers, what have you and still have a body like that. I would be 500 lbs. if I ate like him. I'm also not a professional athlete, far from any kind of professional when it comes to physical activity. "That sounds good," still not looking up at him. Concentrating so hard on the menu I could feel a headache starting to come on. "Anything look good," strolling over to the bed and laying down beside me. He was looking at me, I could tell, propped up on his side. Please dear god, put a shirt on or don't. I was so confused. "They have some pasta carbonara, that sounds amazing but it's kind of pricey." "Ha," he snatched the menu from my hands, "Too expensive. Who do you think you're talking too? I did hit a home run tonight; I get paid the big bucks." He laughed and I joined in with him. "You okay?," concerned, he lifted my chin up, so our eyes were level. Damn, he was beautiful. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just hungry," giving him a weak smile. "Don't worry about the price Michelle. Get whatever you want. We're celebrating. My home run. Us being together. It's a good thing." Instinctively inching towards me and handing the menu back to me. I felt like a goofball around him, all I did was smile and have googly eyes. "Did you have a good time tonight, ya know, besides the almost fainting." "We had a great time. It was so electric in that stadium. The energy was great. I could see how someone would be addicted to that kind of adrenaline. Everyone seemed like they were having a good time even when they were booing. Happiness makes me happy." His expression made him seemed interested; eyes transfixed on mine, nodding. "It has its moments. I've been doing it for so long that, what's that song, the thrill is gone? Not all the time, like tonight, it was definitely there. Reminds of my love for the game. As much as I do love it, I'm ready to retire like I was telling you at the reunion, my body doesn't recuperate the way it used to." It was hard for me to believe that someone could retire at 38 but he has been doing it since he was in his 20s. A baseball schedule can be grueling, 26 1/2 weeks. That doesn't factor in the traveling, the wear and tear on their bodies, spring training. They always have to be on and in shape. "I could see how you would feel that way," laying my head in the pillow and relaxing. Brandon laid down and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips and my whole body felt like it was electrified. So much for relaxing. "What was that for," I asked him. "For listening to me. For coming here to see me. These past 2 days have been tiring but worth it getting to see you." My cheeks turned red from the flattery. "Well, thanks for having me," winking at him. "Alright, let's get some food." Brandon glanced over the menu one more time and when we settled on everything from pasta, burgers, dessert, you name it, he called downstairs to place the order.

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There were empty plates all over the room. "I'm so stuffed. I can't move," grabbing my tummy in desperation. "Me too. That was good thought." We both nodded our heads in approval and cozied up to one another under the covers. "Come here," he pulled me close making me the little spoon. I was self-conscious in the moment, fully aware of how big my belly looked and felt. He didn't seem to mind so I let it go. He buried his face in my hair and took a deep breath. "I'm going to miss this." It was the first time we've snuggled like this but yet he was going to miss it. I would too. It didn't take me long to drift off to sleep. His flight wasn't until 2pm tomorrow so we could sleep in until 11 am ish.

I woke up laying on his chest. "Good morning," his tired voice welcoming me to a new day. "Good morning. How long have you been awake?" asking him. "Not long. About an hour. Didn't want to wake you but I gotta pee." I giggled and got off of him. He ran to the bathroom, in all his shirtless glory. "Do you want to get some breakfast," he asked when he came back out. "I'm still full from last night," stretching out over the king mattress. "Maybe just some coffee for me. I desperately need coffee." He chuckled and to my dismay put on a shirt. "There's a Starbucks around the corner. We could go do that. Maybe ask Tommy and Haley if they want to go." "Could it just be us? I've only got you for one more hour," sadness settling into my voice. "Sure. It could just be us. Don't be sad." He walked over and practically laying on top of me. "Please don't be sad. I don't like seeing you sad." Working his lips into a fake frown. "I know. I'll be fine," then leaning up to kiss him. We both still had morning breath so I didn't second guess my decision. The sweet kiss turned in to a faster rhythm before we both knew it we were making out. His body on top of mine. My hips arching into him, needing him. His powerful hand traveling up my shorts and settling on my ass, gripping into my cheek. My hands running thru his soft hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging gently. I nibbled his lip and wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his dick harden and settle on my leg. He was a big boy. I wanted so much to feel how big he was so my other hand traveled down to the outside the crotch of his pajama pants. Clutching his length and slowly stroking it. "Fuck," he whispered into my mouth. "Fuck. Stop." He said it again. I immediately stopped and unfurled my legs. "Did I do something wrong," perplexed at what could be the problem. His body was obviously responding to me, in a good way. "Fuck. No. Nothing. You did everything right," he was exasperated. "Then what's the problem Brandon because this is the second time you've done it to me, and it doesn't feel good. If you're not into me just tell me and we'll go our separate ways." I couldn't take it, him getting me hot then throwing a metaphorical bucket of cold water on my libido. He went from laying to sitting on the bed bedside me. "I'm 100% attracted to you. In fact I would love nothing more than to fuck you up against this wall right here, but I have to leave in an hour, 45 minutes now and I don't want rush this. I'm sorry if I made you feel a certain way. I think we should just wait until we have more time together. It feels rushed." The way he said fuck me up against the wall made me hot again but I was fuming from this hot and cold stuff. "Fine! Slow it is. It's not like I'm going to see you until, oh I don't know because we never discussed it. So we'll take this real slow. I'm going to change. I need some coffee." I went and brushed my teeth, hair, and packed up my overnight bag in a hurry. Brandon just looked at me dumbfounded. "You ready to go to Starbucks or am I moving too fast for you?", the attitude in my voice a little harsher than expected. "Stop," Brandon commanded me. He came over, rested his hand on my shoulders. "I know this is frustrating me leaving and all. We'll figure this out. I want to try. I know it hasn't been very long but you're not getting rid of me that easy. I just have to figure a few things out with work. I'm sorry about that...," gesturing towards the bed, "But I promise I'm very attracted to you. You're all I've thought about the past six weeks." With that omission I felt my aggravation melt away and I surrendered, giving him a hug. "Let's go get some coffee." He grabbed my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine.

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Tuesday, a crisis of citizenship. The most first world of first world problems arises in the morning when the investment bank I’m supposed to meet with tomorrow tells me that they googled my name and, because of heavy US regulation, cannot work with dual citizens. I knew America had the reverse-Midas touch when it comes to all things tax. They keep an eye on and take money from their citizens no matter where those citizens live, and the only other country that does this is Eritrea. ERITREA. My being born by accident in North Carolina to English parents and being raised in the UK doesn’t matter either. I file my little cuck returns every year, and I can almost convince myself that it’s worth it just to make border control 60 minutes quicker after a transatlantic flight and vote for corrupt politicians. But now the US are coming for my still-hypothetical investment portfolio, all because I slid out of my mother’s British birth canal in 1993 on American soil. And I didn’t even slide out, she had to have an episiotomy because of an impatient doctor, and it ruined her genitals

I blame my father, and the medical residency he took at Duke university hospital at the worst moment. I would send my IRS bills to his house if I knew his address. I spend the afternoon reading up on PFICs, collective funds, government bonds, embassy fees. It costs thousands to stop being American, and I learn that sometimes the government punishes you by taking away your right to an ESTA (visa waiver) for tourist visits. They treat you the same way V is treated after she was arrested in the UK for carrying mace and now has to apply for some kind of criminal-grade visa for Miami Basel. And truthfully I fear the wrath of the US more than any other governing body, it’s like dealing with a child hyped up on sugar: demanding and illogical. So I regroup, and call my new dad, my concert pianist next door neighbour D. His situation is similar to mine, only he’s lived a dual citizen life 30 years longer, and is kind enough to pass down some of his hard-earned wisdom. It’s what parents should do, and sometimes your parent is a gay man with high functioning autism. Within 30 minutes he has laid my options out to me, and linked me with an American wealth manager who specialises in “accidental Americans”. D says there will be people fighting over managing my money someday soon, and that it’ll be good for me to say I’m spoken for. He says invest in Pepsi, and I say I’m a Coca Cola girl. We hang up, and I suddenly don’t feel even close to rich enough to be exploring any of this. YouTube keeps telling me my best investing days are behind me, that I should’ve been putting £200 away from age 20. I wasn’t even putting 200 CALORIES away at 20, but the YouTubers don’t know that. They just call compound interest “the eighth wonder of the world” over and over again

By late afternoon it is raining cats and dogs, and my studio roof is leaking a steady drip into a giant plant pot I place underneath it. DHL tells me A will soon have his gift, and I place my hands together in prayer. I have of course already wrecked the gift spiritually by worrying aloud to A about its whereabouts. I make a cathartic call to the gallery that sold me the Disney artwork and yell at the woman who handled the sale and disastrous shipping. Her friendly customer-service style of gaslighting is no match for my wrath. “We are NOT friends, Laura”, I tell her when she says she was “so moved” by the backstory she teased out of me when I placed my order. She says she will look into some form of compensation, but at the time of writing I haven’t heard back. N sends me photos of Michael Jackson’s bedroom, where he died in 2009. We speculate briefly on whether the tall skinny tanks of gas surrounding his bed were for the chamber he reportedly liked to be placed in or for cluster headaches. I thought the latter because of how many meds Jackson was on, and how many meds my schizophrenic uncle is on, and he got cluster headaches, the only cure for which is huffing oxygen from a tank

But that’s neither here nor there. I feel fatigued for no reason, perhaps just the finance of it all, the natural exhaustion that occurs when one is doing grown up things without being a grown up. The Instagram account Depths Of Wikipedia posts a selection of “terms referring to an average person” in different countries ie. America’s “Joe Schmoe / Average Joe” or England’s “Joe Bloggs”. Continental Europe has enjoyable ones: John With The Cap (Dutch) or Joe Little Carrot (Slovakian) or Ottokar Waseverywhere / Jane Welltravelled (Czech Republic). A FaceTimes me while I read these, and both his dog (freshly walked by her dogwalker) and his gift arrive to his house at the same time, right before he leaves to shoot a Vampire Weekend video. It is a relief

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