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knngseulgi · 2 years

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Seven minutes in heaven

pairing: Eddie Munson x oc (Cecilia Henderson)

note: sorry if this isn’t perfect (it’s literally the first time i post) - also excuse any typos english is not my first language. I just don’t actually like using reader/ y/n so i made an oc for this one. Hope you have fun reading!

second note: this sh1tty tumblr editor probably ate some paragraphs so it’s possible i’ll edit this but yeah - also idk why the spacing in this sucks so bad but anyways. Maybe I’ll post other prompts for the same oc when i write.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none (it’s basically just fluff and some making out yeah so :)

“Why this face, dolly?” Eddie said, closing the door behind him and looking at his bestfriend’s surprised face.

“It’s just that you’re definitely not who I was expecting to be playing 7 minutes in heaven with”

“Sorry to break your heart” Eddie leaned into the wall and made a pouty face.

“Nah, it’s okay. Better be you than some idiot trying to get in my pants. Sorry to ruin some hookup for you, though”

“You really think something would happen if some girl entered here?”

“Why not?”

“Cece, you’re my only female friend. Maybe you should wonder why”

“What? So you don’t think you can pull a cheerleader or something?”

“Definitely not.”

“Yeah, I just thought about what I said right now, never mind” She giggled a little and leaned against the door, crossing her arms. And looked at his glassy eyes smiling softly at her. What kind of idiotic girl wouldn’t kiss his pretty mouth, she dared to think. But since Hawkins are basically 98% made of idiots, and his beautiful smile was usually hidden beneath leather and metal, it would be of expectancy that no one actually cared. In fact, it was better they didn’t care. Because then his smile would be hers and hers truly - that’s what she thought. Even though she didn’t want to show. Even though Eddie was her bestfriend. Even though she sometimes wished he was something else.

“You know it’s every hawkins teenage boy’s dream to be in here, right? Even Jason and Andy from the team. The smart shy girl in cheerleading that just happens to be so stunning it’s bewitching.” Eddie leaned in to get close to her face to see her better. “And yet here you are huh, locked with your bestfriend that already spends too much time alone with you”. Her eyes wandered his details, searching for any weaknesses that she could grab to tease him. That’s how it worked between them, she thought. Lots of tease, no actual doing. Maybe he should do something this time - she thought.

“Though you could’ve easily refused to come. That must mean something, hm, sweetie? Or you thought you were going to meet Narnia when you opened the door?” She grabbed Eddie by the belt and pulled him closer, putting her hands ever so slightly on his shoulders.

“Sometimes this pretty mouth of yours just needs to know when to shut up”

“Oh, so you think I have a pretty mouth, huh?” She leaned in so close to his face she could feel his breath.

“I’d say it’s kissable even.”

“Well then maybe you should make a move. You probably have - what now - 4 minutes, maybe? Doesn’t leave much for a good kiss, I suspect.” She looked at an imaginary watch in her wrist and giggled. She always giggled.

“Cece, I’m not kidding.” He looked through her eyes and made that face that looked like he dissected her brain and found out about all of her dirty thoughts behind it. She didn’t even realize she frowned her face at him. And for a moment they just stood there in silence.

Eddie thought that was already heaven. To see her so close and yet so distant. Seemed like a prize from the gods. Like his own little taste of sugar syrup, before the medicine hits and she makes an incite to say she’s kidding again. And then he falls from heaven - hitting the ground one more time. But just for one flimsy moment - one tiny little moment - he actually thought about it. About how things would be if closets and cheerleading and Hawkins and popularity were so so distant she would actually accept being a part of his heaven - he didn’t even care if it was just for seven minutes. His childhood bestfriend, that just so happened to be the girl of his dreams, right there, two inches from him. And still just so far he could try forever and not even once meet what he thought she deserved. That’s how it was for him. But then she laughed again - and made that pretty face she always had on - a way to tell him to come back to reality. He didn’t know what to say this time.

“…”

“What now?” She pouted at him.

“Don’t look at me like that - Jesus Christ woman - am I that bad?” Eddie turned his head in a childish way and touched his heart with his right hand. She laughed at his statement.

“We are conspicuously close for me to even lie and say I wouldn’t kiss you right now”

“I don’t even know what conspicuously means”

“It’s like when something is like very visible- y’know? Like it attracts attention?” He got closer, trying to meet her unattentive eyes that wandered everywhere but his face. “My shy girl” - Eddie thought - his own very personal poison.

“So you are conspicuous, I get it”

“I guess that’s sorta correct?” She giggled and smiled. Like a dart in his heart.

“Good. How many minutes, pretty girl?”

“Maybe three. But you can just lock the door, y’know.” She finally had the guts to look at him. Jesus Christ those godamn three inches between their faces never looked so fucking far.

“I don’t think closets lock from inside”

“The one at my house does.“ She touched his cheek gently.

“That’s ‘cause your mom thinks the world is gonna end three times a week” Eddie brought the hand that was deposited in his cheek to his lips and kissed it affectionately.

“Or maybe she’s in favour of best friends making out inside them.”

“…”

“Are you in favour of best friends making out inside very tiny closets that smell like naphthalene?”

“In some situations it may seem fair enough” She shrugged and grinned at him “Like if they were to play seven minutes in heaven, I suppose”.

“Why d’ya always act like a menace and then shrug if off - I can never know if it’s serious or not”

“I’m not a menace.” She frowned at him again using those doe eyes that he endeared so much “You’ll never know if you don’t try”.

“Please, please, please don’t hate me” He got so very close to her lips and looked into her eyes. Those pretty fucking eyes that sunk inside his head and took his soul out.

“I’d never hate you, silly.” She gave Eddie a quick pluck in the lips and wandered through his eyes.

And then he kissed her. The seared lips vibrating together in a way that felt like butterflies hammering his stomach and made his body tingle. And she sighed like it was the first time she was breathing pure air. His gentle hands on both sides of her face, killing softly any type of insecurity that aired inside her. Her fingers ever so slightly touching his curls - god she loved those curls so much. These tiny strands of hair that looked so random and yet so very carefully placed. She loved them. She loved him.

Eddie’s lips quickly turned into a grin - deepening the kiss until his tongue grazed over her plush bottom lip - a soft plea for more. Then the hand that rested on her face eased down to her waist so he could pull himself closer. She just wanted to sink into him. Eddie darted his tongue and flickered it on hers - “God could kill me right now so I’d die happy” he thought.

Her hands that rested on his shoulders brushed over his chest to rest on the button of his jeans vest and play with it and they both opened their eyes - making the air feel so solid you could cut it with a knife. She gazed over her own hands - playing with the hem of his vest. Eddie looked over her again - smiling so softly she felt a rush of blood to every single cell of her body.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re shy now - i can see the redness in ur cheeks from here”

“The light is too dim for you to see it - stop lying, Munson”

“I’m Munson now, huh? No Eddie, no sweetie?” He looks tall from over her and grins - “so fucking cocky”, she thinks. He pecks her lips repeatedly, like if he’s trying to stop her from talking.

“Like if you don’t call me Henderson” She says when he moves to her jaw and brushes his lips there so fucking taunting.

“I’ll change your name then” He grazed his lips downwards, pressing them towards her neck, and kissed her- “maybe i’ll call you a witch - cause you threw a spell on me” and kissed her again “or a siren - because you lured me” and again “or maybe even Arwen - though I would be the one to leave any type of paradise if you weren’t with me” and kissed her neck on that sweet spot just near her ear so that he could whisper for only her to hear:

“I love you Cece. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much my heart feels like it’s sinking. And my hands sweat and my body tingles. I don’t care - I don’t care if you don’t love me back - because loving you is already the closest i’ve ever been to heaven.” Eddie breathed out. And then there it was - the mortifying silence between them as they looked right into each other. Just two stupid kids doing stupid kids stuff inside an unbearably tiny closet.

“I think we’re in here for way over seven minutes”

“Jesus fucking Christ after everything I said that’s the first think you think off I-“

“I love you too, Munson.” She gave him a peck on the lips back, like if returning a favor. She touched her forehead on his shoulder and grazed her hand on his arm. “I love you too”.

“Cece I-“

And then the infamous knock on the door. “Hey you love birds it’s been a long time is everything okay in there?” A familiar voice asked. Eddie held her head with his hand gently so that he could whisper on a raspy tone that made her feel like the only one in the world - “Never been better”.

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martysgachaworld · 2 years

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Vent post...

⚠️The words after the video are a bit long, they are like that for explain my feelings⚠️

This happened yesterday...

I'm tired of this...I feel like that for me is forbidden to have feelings or have reactions when my mother gets angry to me...if I feel guilty, "why are you looking at me with that dumb face?!", if I'm serious or angry, "why are you looking at me with that killer face?!", if I cry, "don't you dare to cry!!!"...I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE WITH THIS. AND THE SHE ASKS WHY I'M ALWAYS ON THE PHONE...IT'S NOT MY FAULT, DEAR MOTHER, IF YOU MAKE THIS WORLD A SH1TTY PLACE FOR ME. AND THE ONLY ESCAPING WAY, IS MY PHONE: FOR THIS I PREFER TO STAY ON THE PHONE, AND NOT WITH YOU...I'm tired of this...I'm feeling like sh1t in this period...

If you want to message me for confort me...you can do it...

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mmmmalo · 4 years

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@overtrolled-liveblog‘s recent post on Gamzee made me realize that Gamzee’s first interaction with Terezi (Terezi attempting to hurt Gamzee and being angry when he doesn’t react) is also the basic dynamic of Terezi’s ill-fated attempt to “avenge” herself upon Gamzee around Game Over. I never understood why Terezi’s was manifesting for Gamzee in that interaction, but the repetition seems like a good lead. So here’s an attempt:

Aranea’s mind control is being juxtaposed with whatever allowed Gamzee to maintain his composure in Act 5. Sopor is an obvious candidate, as is his general early interest in avoiding conflict, but there might be something else to it...

2018. When Gamzee remarks (in the narration) that "it is dangerous to leave unarmed", the commentary has this to say: "It's probably not actually that dangerous to leave unarmed. This was probably something his goat dad told him a long time ago. But only to scare him, and make sure he stayed inside so no one would ever see him, because he was so embarrassed by him. Goatdad is probably one of the most sympathetic characters in the story. If Gamzee was your son, wouldn't you abandon him too?" Glib dismissal, veering sharply into needless cruelty. But it nonetheless draws attention to the narration's unreliability, moored as it is to Gamzee's POV.

2017. Speaking of unreliable: "You aren't supposed to eat that slime. It does funny things to a troll's head. // But you were never taught that on account of a lousy upbringing. Your custodian was always out to sea." Gamzee is evidently thinking the very thing he was never taught, but he attributes that thought to a higher power (the narrator) and thereby pleads ignorance of it? Or it could be read as an expression of shame: as Gamzee eats his pie, he imagines a stern voice admonishing him from over his shoulder. OR you might more literally parse the contradiction as the voice of two separate Gamzees sharing the brain space in some kind of daze...or you could call it simple memory loss. These are inclusive ors, btw.

2019. Anyway, Gamzee reaches the beach and we get this line: "You leave your hive and head out to the beach. There is no sign of your custodian. // You should not stay out here very long. The SEA DWELLERS are quite hostile." Commentary on his custodian's absence, followed by a voice of authoritative behavioral cautioning, as though a guardian were living in Gamzee's head. Immediately following this, Terezi manifests for Gamzee, though he doesn't answer immediately... so I suspect Terezi's manifestation will be an elaboration this internal division?

2020: "You're always down for shooting the wicked shit with anyone that who'll put up with you." Man... Act 5 is misery. The Miracle Modus is a picture of Gamzee's brain being fried to a point of being nearly inaccessible. Vivid flashing colors (like Jade's rich scents) are a mark of unfiltered EXPERIENCE sans language/reason (which is probably why Lord English's eyes are flashing), but here that means disorientation -- difficulty organizing sense experience...

2022: Gamzee says a prayer and Faygo gets launched out of his sylladex... is the Faygo the prayer? Jane launched wishes into the sky with the balloons on LOCAH -- but the balloon shape was inverted and transformed into Gamzee's bottles of "potion"... that association seems to be expressed more concisely here. Jane's case was also related to decapitation motifs, which I don't really see with Gamzee here... (aside from Terezi's general association with going for the neck) But at any rate, what is he wishing for?

2023. Gamzee standing in front of his sylladex is getting to me, even more so that his reaching into the sylladex. You are not SUPPOSED to be on that layer of the image. What are you doing. Is that safe? Are you okay?

2024. The conversation itself...continues to evade summarization. I'm going to just describe it piece-by-piece and see if I get anywhere.

Terezi deliberately misspells Gamzee's name in service of a joke: from 'gamzeez' to 'gamezez', highlighting its phonetic proximity to 'games'. Though I wonder if this disguises another sort of exchange: Gamzee goes down to the beach to find his dad, but instead finds Terezi. I'm humoring the idea that she is effectively functioning as the fatherly authority in Goatdad's place. But as the preceding panels indicates, that very notion of authority occupies a place in Gamzee's head that he remains somewhat...detached from? If Terezi gives voice to this aspect of Gamzee, the word blurring could obfuscate that she is saying "Gamzee" /twice/, such that her invitation to play games is an offer for Gamzee to pilot himself? (Which in the parent:child::head:body paradigm is not entirely ridiculous?)

Come to think of it, this is the second time Terezi has harassed someone on a waterfront (hi, Rose) and even then main subjects were a) haha your guardian abandoned you because you're terrible and b) a sense of hearing imploring voices in your head...

Terezi implies that she doesn't like Gamzee and is only inviting him in service of a joke. Gamzee ignores the ulterior message and accepts the given reason as justifiable... after which Terezi gets angry. But she doesn't seem angry that the implication was misunderstood (and her disdain ignored) but is rather angry that the arbitrariness of his selection wasn't itself objectionable -- /after/ which she confirms her own disdain by saying "no wonder Vantas can't stand you". The motivation for the joke became the effect of the joke...

"BUT WHO C4R3S 4BOUT H1M, W3R3 GO1NG TO H4V3 SOM3 MOTH3RFUCK1NG SH1TTY B1TCH3S PL4Y1NG TOG3TH3R!" as Rose said, "Still not sure if I'm being courted or trolled here." Terezi is making fun of how Gamzee talks but nonetheless seems to be attempting to bond with him here...?

With "keeping an eye out" and "you know how it is with family" back-to-back with Terezi's aggression, it kind of feels like Gamzee is likewise (successfully) attempting to bother Terezi... but his defense is his forgetfulness, like a taboo subject just slipped... the same is true of Gamzee's claim that he was never taught that sopor is dangerous, the legitimacy of which depends on Gamzee forgetting?

"The Bard of... fuck, i forgot" is literally a joke on Gamzee "forgetting" his way around anger and aggression, by way of the omission of Rage? Also, it's a generic phrase but John uses 'fuck i forgot' when reminded of his birthday in the Epilogues... topic of birthdays is significant since Gamzee parses his state of mind as 'spacing out' and 'losing track of time' -- a birthday is, in that context, a reminder of time's progression.

Twice in Gamzee's conversation he asks Terezi for a little bit more time before he plays the game with her. This again reminds us of Rose's procrastination -- which among other things represents a deferral of encounter with the Truth, again bringing us to forgetting.

2028. But interestingly enough, the motif of procrastination continues in the section with Karkat that follows: Karkat expresses apprehension about meeting his guardian before the narrative segues to Terezi, which is structurally resonant with Gamzee going to the beach for his guardian, only to find Terezi? Which again associates her with unseen authority figures...

Oh shoot, and the panel cuts from Karkat looking down through the hole in his floor to a low-angle shot of Terezi's skylight? As though she were below like crabdad. That seals it for me.

2030. Actually, I mentioned how Gamzee's flashing modus is related to the unmediated sensory bouquet that Lord English sees ALL THE TIME by having flashing eyes, but Terezi's room? Is set up to be exactly that sensory bouquet, all the time, with loud colors plastered and mixed haphazardly. I've mostly focused on Terezi's relation to English by way of their shared association with the Law (x)(x) but this is a fresh angle...

And since it becomes apparent that the scenes that /follow/ Gamzee's conversation inform the way it should be read, I would be remiss to exclude the Karkat/Sollux conversation between the Gamzee and Terezi sections... in which the ~ATH (til death) code is brought up, which proves central to Lord English's creation.

2026. "later on you would run this code in a fit of stupidity." Creepy! I always assume the narration to be bound to the present tense, like the character's POV, so this sudden interruption from the future is really unnerving. How does Karkat know this? Is that just a miserable self-assessment, like he knows he'll harm himself when he gets worked up? Is this Karkat planning to curse everyone, but renouncing his decision as a product of fate? I feel like this confusion nicely complements the paradoxical ~ATH code on screen (Sollux's double reacharound virus)

2027. "Speak of the devil" Sollux has manifested for Karkat... yeah I still can't make sense of this as far as manifestation goes. BUT I think the fact that chatlogs are likewise two-colored might mean that Sollux and Karkat's conversation is in some sense analogous to the code...? The architecture of the conversation is... accusing eachother of self-loathing and then agreeing upon mutual self-destruction (of the conversational log), which at least superficially resembles a program that exists to destroy itself and the medium in which it resides? Maybe...

Shot in the dark: the (much procrastinated) march unto Truth is a march unto Judgement, which means both God and Death. Thus Gamzee (the procrastinator who avoids truth) transitions to Karkat/Sollux (vaguely suicidal gesture in their conversation) transitions to Terezi (judge and executioner, associated with ultimate authority and thus God). That's my best assessment of the proceedings thus far.

#homestuck reread 3 #long post #gamzee #terezi #the law

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nana-fubuki · 3 years

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Hello, early merry Christmas to followers that celebrate it! You might be wondering why I haven’t posted p much any art lately. To put it lightly, I had a really sh1tty time lately. Seizure, painful period, majorly injuring my left wrist while pushing in a freezer drawer, my chair literally breaking and the chairs around the house making it near impossible to draw due to back pain they caused and much, much more. I hope soon I can get back on track and bring more art your way

Stay safe everyone!

#art #digital #personal #fursona #small update

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1-hate-you · 4 years

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v-world · 2 years

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Tropes in (Kpop) FF's that I hate/dislike - Pt. 3

The "kpop exes in real life" trope - Should I get you a plunger? Because your a*s loves to bring up old sh1t. (Bye, I really thought I ate 💀). But seriously, stop. They're human beings and they've moved on. These authors LOVE to rub these Kpop idol's exes in their faces. Aren't you tired? Are you not exhausted? That takes stamina. That takes dedication. That takes consistency. Is it not exhausting? I get tired just seeing a post or tiktok about it but YOU? You have enough energy and delusional brain cells to make a whole wattpad story.

The "neglected wife has had enough of her sh1tty husband ( and tries to leave him but then one (forced/ "passionate") kiss is enough for her to forgive him" trope. Suddenly she's crumbling, her strength to leave him falters. Suddenly, she 'feels the love' and she can forgive him because he can obviously change for the better because of that one kiss. It's called 'manipulation' sis. Girl, bye.

The "manipulative boyfriend is crying to stop their partner from leaving because he's a piece of sh1t and realises how much he actually loves and needs her as she's about to leave/ after she's left and gets her back (because she's weak in the knees) OR because he slapped her 'accidentally' and she locks herself in the bathroom (scared, shocked, angry and crying) and he's behind the door (crying) and that's all it took for y/n to open the door with her arms wide open and forgive him and comfort HIM (???)" trope. You're done, Y/N. You're done.

The "fall in love with the handsome vampire who kisses me in my sleep every night without me knowing and kidnapped me in the street to take me all for himself and I don't have a choice" trope. Need I say more?

Yes?

Okay. Firstly, WTF?? How do these authors come up with this sh1t? Secondly, WTF??!! Sexual harassment. Just because you said "it felt really nice", Y/N, you still didn't consent. You're really only okay with it because they're "hot asf". But if you woke up to some creepy, ugly, greasy male kissing up on you, you're going to scream and yell for help, so PLEASE. Spare me that BS. Also, stop glorifying kidnappers. 1. It's a really scary experience that you know you would be screaming, crying and throwing up in if (God forbid) it ever happened to you. 2. Falling in love? With... your kidnapper? ... Stockholmes syndrome, baby. That's all imma say.

A note for ALL the parts I've made: I'm well aware that these are FICTIONAL WRITINGS, but come on. Where and how do some of these authors come up with such descriptive and problematic scenarios? And they typed it all out (spending HOURS on it), read it, re-read it, edited it, read it 1-2 times more and posted it thinking "yeah, this is the one. This is hot. This is sexy AF." You're telling me, you're not concerned as long as it's all fictional?? I'm side-eyeing you too.

~Thank you so much for reading~

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