#i just wanted to do a seasonal piece actually on time for once lmao

[mossphorescent]

One of these years I might actually attempt an inktober challenge... Here's a very rushed oc drawing instead (cool emoji)

#original character #oc art #digital art #meow .. #you can tell when and where i gave up #i just wanted to do a seasonal piece actually on time for once lmao #meow

[thankskenpenders]

Happy new year, everyone! Welcome to 2024, the year that will mark the 10th anniversary of Thanks Ken Penders. I'd like to go over my plans for the blog for this year.

First of all: in the very near future, I'll have a post with my thoughts on Sonic Dream Team, and I'm sure I'll write one last Sonic Prime review once the final episodes drop on the 11th. I've also been sitting on an unfinished piece about the Sonic LEGO sets. I wanted this to be longer and more detailed piece that not only reviewed the sets but also went into the weird disconnect between homogenized image of Sonic the Brand and the actual fiction it's based off of, but it'll probably end up getting cut down a lot just so I can put something out. Let's just say I did a fun little thing with one of the sets.

Second: yes, I would like to return to regular TKP updates this year. As I've said many times, I wanted to do this in 2023, but I've been suffering from creative burnout after finishing SLARPG and have generally been unable to focus on any of my creative goals this past year. I'm hoping that this year will be better and I'll be able to get back into the swing of covering Archie Sonic issues. Even doing one issue every week or so would be vastly preferable to continuing the hiatus. I'm still only halfway done!! But aside from burnout, my other main hurdle is that I need to reread my own archive to refresh myself on all these things after nearly three years away. This will take some time.

The thing is, though, this year I'll have an extra incentive to go back through my previous writing and brush up on all things Archie Sonic. Because you see...

I've decided that I want to make a video essay about Penders. The comics, the copyright battle, The Lara-Su Chronicles, everything.

The why

I've thought about doing this before, but I never committed to the idea. I was too busy with gamedev, or I thought it'd end up being too long, or I figured that there were already enough videos on the subject, or I just lacked confidence in my ability to put together a video essay. So I told myself it wasn't meant to be, and let the multiple YouTubers who have cited me as a source on their own Penders videos fill that void.

Recently, though, a few things have happened that have convinced me it might be time. For one, YouTube video essays/media retrospectives/etc. are just getting longer and longer. When Quinton Reviews is out here doing 21 hours of videos on Sam & Cat, a subpar Nick sitcom that only lasted one season, I don't feel so crazy for wanting to make a video about several hundred comic books and two lawsuits that'd be at least an hour or two long lmao. Admittedly, I've also been self-conscious about doing a long video essay like this as a trans woman who has yet to do any vocal training. But these days I feel like I see a lot more transfem YouTubers who have done little to no vocal training, and that's given me more confidence on that front.

But the big one was Hbomberguy's recent plagiarism video. As I sat there watching it, I kept thinking about the time I found a CBR article that was just a crude 800 word summary of my two previous articles on Penders, published by a CBR writer who's put out over 4000 articles since 2019. If I've already been plagiarized before, and my writing is so frequently passed around as a go-to source on Archie Sonic drama, then I wouldn't be shocked if there were YouTubers out there straight up just plagiarizing me. I don't watch other peoples' videos on Archie Sonic, so I'd never know! So if people are just gonna paraphrase me when covering these topics anyway, why not take matters into my own hands and make what I would consider to be the definitive video on the subject? If hacks like James Somerton and iilluminaughtii can churn out these shitty video essays and people will still watch them, surely it can't be that impossible to make my own, right? (And also, uh, Hbomb literally told me I should make the video lol. If you're reading this, thanks for the encouragement.)

The what, how, and when

So here's the plan.

Part of this video essay will be an adaptation of my Medium article on the recurring themes of Ken's Archie Sonic run, with its content touched up and expanded upon. There were a few things I skimmed over in the article because I didn't want it to get too long, but again, people are out here watching ten hour videos about bad Nickelodeon sitcoms now. I can get away with elaborating a little more. I can add a few paragraphs talking about the Chaos Knuckles arc, or throw in a little more historical context I've discovered in the years since.

After covering the comics, the back half(-ish?) of the video will be dedicated to the copyright battles and their ensuing controversies, trying to give an accurate picture of what actually went down, the sheer scale of how bad Archie fucked up, and what our takeaways should be. This will have some similarities to my New York Magazine article on the subject, but I'll be rewriting it from scratch. I REALLY had to keep things short for that article because I was already way over the expected word count, and my tone was a little more straight-laced than normal because I was trying to keep things Professional. I can riff more and insert more of my own opinions this time, like I normally would.

I'll inevitably have to touch on some of Ken's Bad Tweets when discussing things that have happened after the lawsuits, but I don't want the video to just devolve into a list of times people got mad at him on Twitter, so I'm gonna try to keep that to a minimum in favor of focusing on his actual work. Things like the Scourge the Speed Demon incident and his continued statements on certain characters' copyright statuses probably warrant mentioning, though. And finally, assuming that the book really does come out this summer, I would like the grand finale of the video to be about those first couple chapters of The Lara-Su Chronicles.

I don't currently know when this video will get done, but it'll probably be in the back half of the year, especially with me waiting for the book to either drop or get delayed yet again. But I've actually already started writing a bit of the script, and will keep chipping away at it for a while.

So, uh, yeah, look forward to that? Wish me luck?

#tkp post

[peachyloveswriting]

I really enjoy how you write Knives and Vash. I enjoyed the one with the sick reader so much.

If by chance could you do something with reader who has bad anxiety and panic attacks?

Maybe for Knives the reader is already feeling down because they are not allowed outside (sorta like seasonal depression I guess) and they feel of no use to him.

For Vash maybe something about how he says he wishes the reader wouldn't follow him and the group to Wolfwood or one of the others and they over hear him. He just wants them safe of course. They feel useless even though they have been able to keep safe so far. Feeling unwanted sends them into a panic.

Lately I have been pretty down and my anxiety about the smallest things have sent me into a panic.

Much love <3

I'm really glad that you've enjoyed my work so far and I hope you feel better soon. For now let me do some comfort and fluff. I'm in the mood right now. Also I've noticed that I sometimes accidentally write in first person so if I switch up on you guys I'm sorry Lmao.

Miscommunication and Self doubt --- Vash & Knives

SUMMARY: It doesn't take a lot to make someone feel worthless, maybe people should pay more attention to what they do.

Millions Knives

Artificial light, the only light that fills every room I've been in for the past four months. When was the last time I felt the suns on my skin, I had a fresh breath of air? God I have no clue. Ever since Knives took me in I've been stuck inside this tower with no hope of ever seeing the outside again. Just to make matters worse I get to watch everyone else do something useful while I sit and hope for a day that will never come. It fills my heart with dread every time I think about it.

I have no special duty, I don't run errands, I don't do chores. I sit and I act as a wall piece all day everyday. I stand by Knives side, accompanying him wherever he wants me too. Watching him play his piano, I feel particularly let down today.

Between the solemn notes and my aching heart, I don't know which was the straw that broke the Camels back, but I fell to my knees. Tears slid down my face and ragged breaths left my mouth, I sobbed, covering my eyes with my hands. Suddenly the melodious tune stopped making its way into my head and someone grabbed my shoulders.

"Petal?" Knives shook me with worry, he's checking me over for the source of my crying, but no injury is visible. "What's wrong?" He pulls my hands away from my face and cups my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. "Speak to me." His hands are gentle as ever, it's almost hard to believe that he's actually touching me.

"What's my point?" I choke out. "What's the point of me being here when I do nothing for you?" I pull away from his touch, another wretched sob falling from my lips. His face softens as his hands fall back to his sides. "Why haven't you killed me yet?"

Through my teary eyes I can see his blades slithering out from behind him, coming right for me. My heart sinks and I feel sick, he was actually taking my advice. This wasn't really the way I wanted it to happen but it was death, the sweet release. Closing my eyes, I patiently wait to feel him cut through me, to tear me apart and never wake me up again. Instead, I feel the blades carefully wrap around my back, pushing me forward.

Opening my eyes, Knives grabs my shoulders once within reach and pulls me against him in a hug. His blades slip off my back but stay close, I can't tell if he's actually debating on killing me or if he's just trying to keep me in place. Against him, I sob. It's hysterical at this point, I'm so lost. He has no reason to keep me here so why am I still here?

"Why?" I have no special purpose for him. "Why am I here?"

One of his hands rubs my back while the other holds the back on my head close to him, he's holding me so gently. I feel like he's scared of hurting me, but why? I serve no purpose to him. Even still, he lets me cry into his shoulder, and even rubs my back in an attempt to comfort me. It's almost like he really does care.

"You're here because I want you to be. I enjoy your company and... You're very interesting to me." He pulls away. "but I don't understand what makes you think I'd kill you. I clearly have a reason not to."

He moves his thumb to swipe away my tears. "I'm sorry it's just... I've been stuck in here for so long I feel like I'm losing my mind. I can't... I don't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life. I don't even do anything, I want to do something. I don't want to feel useless."

He leans closer. "I can assure you that you are not useless, you offer me entertainment, company, knowledge, and more. My want is for you to be comfortable, if you are not, I have failed. If you wish to leave I will escort you out?" His offer is kind, I'm taken aback by it. Seeing the way he usually treats things, this was not at all what I expected.

I shake my head. "I do want to leave but not like that! I just want to go outside..." I lift my hand to wipe the wetness from my eyes. "I don't wish to burden you, Knives."

He sighs. "Yet again, you're not a burden." Letting me go completely, his blades retract and he stands. "Come with me." He extends a hand to me. "I shall take you outside."

Taking a deep breath I grab his hand and pull myself up. "Thank you." He doesn't say anything in return, quietly leading me towards his room. Walking through the door I'm greeted by a large bed, I was sure he had never used it. It was untouched, sheets laid without a single wrinkle at all. It was like he'd never even touched it. He pulled me forward towards the large sheath of curtains, brushing them to the side. Bright sunlight fills the room and he pulls open a sliding door, turning to the side he gently tugs me forward. I can already feel the breeze hitting my skin before I ever step out. It feels reliving to feel the wind blowing in my face again.

Stepping out onto the small balcony, I press my hands against the rail and close my eyes. Behind me I can hear the door shut and Knives approaching. The air smells clean and the sun is purifying. I could relish in this moment forever, it makes it even harder to believe I'll have to go back in, I don't want too. I'd rather stay out here where I can feel myself at peace with the world, where the wind blows all my worries away.

"Feel better?" I open my eyes to see Knives leaned on the balcony rail beside me, resting his face in his hand. The corners of his lipa twitch up into a ghostly smile, almost non-existent.

"Much." I adjust my gaze to the city below. "Good. I'll be sure to accommodate you more often. I had never thought to ask how you were doing or what you might have needed."

I take a deep breath. "Thank you, Knives."

He stands up straight. "It's good to see you smile again." At the mention I could suddenly feel the smile on my lips, I hadn't noticed it before. "That's what you'll do for me..."

I look at him confused. "If you want to feel of use to me, smile more. It looks good on you."

Vash

"I'm going to sleep. Good night." You waved everyone goodbye before you claimed into your tent. The outside was illuminated by the flickering fire, Meryl and Roberto had already gone to sleep. It was only Vash and Wolfwood left after you. For a long time it was quiet, sleep was beginning to creep in and you were comfortable. That's when you Heard it.

"Why did they have to stick around?" Vash pokes at the fire with a stick. Wolfwood looks up at him in wonder "Huh? You mean Y/n?"

"Yeah... I just wish they wouldn't stick around." You don't get to hear him finish the sentence, you cover your ears and dig your face into the pillow. Something in your chest aches deeply, the thought of leaving the group after becoming so close to everyone hurts. To think the best out of all of them wanted you gone hurt the most, you didn't do anything to make him hate you. Was it that you didn't contribute? Everyone played their part but you... You were just there.

You don't do anything but cook and help set up camp for the night, it's not much at all compared to what everyone else does. Meryl's got a job with Roberto, Wolfwood is trying to keep you all from dying, and Vash.... He was looking for his brother, trying to save the world. That's more than you could ever do for the group, you bring them down. You get in the way of everyone's objectives, you don't contribute, what's worse than dead weight?

When you uncovered your ears, it was eerily quiet outside, the fire wasn't crackling anymore and Vash and Wolfwood had grown quiet. Heart heavy in your chest, you moved your blanket off of you and climbed to the entrance of your tent. Peeling it back you stick your head outside, the fire is almost out, Vash and the others are nowhere to be seen. You assume they've gone to sleep. Crawling out, you wrap your blanket around your shoulders and walk over to the truck.

The wind nips at your exposed skin as you reach up and grab your bag from the top, it slips from your hands and falls heavily on your foot. Your mouth shoots open to call out in pain but you hiss through clenched teeth instead. After hopping about, you pick the bag up and sling it over your shoulder, stopping to look and back sure you haven't woken anyone up. The silence gives you an answer, you pad back to your tent, quickly undoing it to pack it away in your bag. It fits snugly with all your other items as you tie it back. With everything ready, you tie the blanket securely around you as a coat and begin to walk away from the camp site.

The air is cold and lonely as you venture into the desolate night, from afar strange creatures call out, sending chills through your body. While running with the group, you fared well, managing to keep out of trouble. Alone, you weren't sure you were going to make it. Looking back at the tents, you realize they're much smaller than before. It would be pointless to turn back now, it hurts to leave like this but if Vash didn't want you there you were willing to leave. Albeit bringing you to tears in the process.

For the next day into the night, you traveled alone, not a soul in sight. The heat from the suns has just worn off and the cool nights air breezes past. You haven't stopped since you started, your legs burn with intensity, and your eyes threaten to close. It would be unwise to camp in the middle of the dunes, you searched for a rock face to settle down against but there were none in sight. You realize now that your choice to leave so suddenly without thinking it through wasn't a good idea, you couldn't go back now, they'd certainly have moved on by now. You'd just have to get by until the next town.

Suddenly, from behind you begin to hear shouting. It sounds like your name from somewhere out in the distance, certainly you had to be going crazy. Then it came again, closer this time. You turn to see what's calling out for you, running up on a Thomas, Is Vash.

"Vash?" Your eyes widen in surprise as he jumps off the Thomas, throwing you into the sand, hugging you.

"I was so worried. You scared me. I followed your footsteps for two days!" He pulled back with a smile on his face. Just before he was saying he didn't want you around, now he's acting like he misses you.

"You wanted me to stop following you." His smile falls. "So I left."

His heart falls to his stomach. "What do you mean?"

You blink at him. "You said you didn't want me to follow you around anymore. I overheard when you told Wolfwood."

Vash sits up, pulling you with. "I could see why you wouldn't want me around anymore, I don't do a whole lot..." He frowns, keeping your hand in his. "That's not why I said it." He tips your head up to look at him. "I said it because I'm dangerous. If you stay around me long enough you'll get killed."

I stare at him in silence for a moment. "What bout the others?"

He nods. "Them too. But Wolfwood and Roberto know how to keep themselves alive. You and Meryl... She only has a chance because of Robertoz but you." Vash sighs. Tears start to burn your eyes as you look at him. "Me... I'm worthless." It comes out as a broken sob, one that you can't stop from escaping.

Slumping forward, your head collides with Vash's shoulder. Shaking and sputtering, you sob against him, his hands rushing to soothe your shaking body. He engulfs you in a hug, hands rubbing your back and brushing your head. "Don't say that. You do an amazing job of staying out of trouble and you're an even better addition to the team. But I'm scared you might get hurt one day." His hot breath tickles your skin as he talks. "I want to keep you safe."

White hot anger rushes over you, you raise your head. "Then do that! Don't just send me away and expect that to be even better, it's worse! If you want me to be safe then show me how to use a gun."

His eyes are wide with surprise. You've never yelled at Vash like that, it hurt seeing you so angry. "If that's what you want, I'll do it."

You nod your head. "Yes. Anything to help, please."

"Of course. Let's get back to the others though, you need to eat and get water before you pass out. Sit in front of me so you can rest for a bit too." He takes your hand and pulls you to your feet. "I'm really sorry I made you feel this way." He adverts his gaze as he leads you to the Thomas. "I had no idea you could hear me, it was nothing but the best intentions, I swear."

Vash helps you climb onto the Thomas first before grabbing reigns and hoisting himself up behind you. "I know. It still hurts though."

His face softens. "It won't happen again. I swear. Just stick by my side and you'll be safe."

#millions knives x you #millions knives x reader #knives x reader #millions knives #vash imagines #vash imagine #vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader

[theerurishipper]

Welcome to me watching the Paris special, this time with commentary! I watched the special and wrote down everything here as I watched it and forgot to post it cause I'm a dumbass. Also, this is long asf, in fact, it's so long that I had to make a Part 2.

Okay here goes!

Ah, the Gabriel version of the theme. This really took me by surprise. It's fire tho.

Straight into the action, I like it.

Max and Markov aren't different people in this?

That's some entrance from Shady and Claw, really ups the stakes. Makes you wonder why Nino tried to fight them with a nerf gun.

Ubiquity is so pretty.

I might be the only one who liked the Gabe scene we got.

Feeling some nostalgia for the candy cane cosplay ngl.

And we get a good scene with Adrien and Plagg. I liked the advice Plagg gave about how not all destruction is bad. Neat.

Some Alya and Marinette. Marinette is going through some tough times and is in need of support, and Tikki takes this opportunity to escape from her and steal macaroons. No hate tho, you do you Tikki.

Though she does react to the people of Paris cheering for Ladybug. That was sweet.

Alya turns into Ubiquity, and then we get... Betterfly.

Betterfly? Seriously? Coulda just gone with Hesperia.

"I'm not sure there's anything to hope for from Ladybug." My poor baby!

Love the look of absolute confusion on Alya's face.

Hesperia's confusion about his evil counterpart is really funny ngl.

SHADYBUG

"There, you can have your boyfriend back~" love the delivery on that line lmao.

But also, CLAW NOIR

Not her just stealing his belt immediately.

Marinette hates Adrien Agreste. This truly is the reverse world.

But also, I love Claw Noir pretending to be his own fan to impress Shadybug.

Claw Noir sure does love using that Cataclysm.

For someone who just woke up to see her friend gone and a hole in the wall, Alya collected herself pretty damn quick. I would be freaking the fuck out in her position. Just another reason she's the best.

RIP Alya's phone. Gabe really did a number on you.

Shadybug makes a butterfly tracker, proving that she ain't no Gabe.

Hesperia is befuddled by our world, Part 2.

It's always gotta be the Eiffel Tower, doesn't it.

Claw Noir's pulling a Chat Blanc?? Hello??

Hesperia (I'm not gonna call him Betterfly) is apparently a gentleman. It's almost disturbing after 5 seasons of Gabe being the worst piece of shit to grace our screens.

I guess no matter the universe and moral alignment, it's Gabriel's fate to get beaten up by teenagers.

Not Tikki loredumping about parallel universes right now lmao

Times like this remind me that Tikki is, for all intents and purposes, a god.

"You'd die before I could ever explain all this to you," is actually a pretty valid (and disturbingly hilarious) justification for not having bothered to bring any of this up before.

The Supreme is someone I'd like to learn more about. I've narrowed the suspects down to either Fu or Su-Han. Watch it be Lila instead if we ever get that info.

I feel like the info about the timers is something we should have gotten way, way earlier. Like, a few seasons ago.

Ladybug's triumphant entrance!

"Whatever, pest." Queen.

I love Claw Noir's staff.

Shadybug took no prisoners at all.

CHAT NOIR

Destruction vibes, and right after that incident too.

Claw Noir is unhinged.

Claw Noir just fucking cataclysmed himself??? Guess Adrien is always gonna be self-destructive in every universe huh?

Welp, looks like Chat Noir is officially re-traumatized.

I want y'all to remember that this boy went through the whole special with a cataclysm wound on his person and did not falter once. Mad respect.

Chat Noir got tossed. Chat Blanc call back number 2.

Obsessed with the way Bryce Papenbrook pronounces "cockroach."

Finally, a villain who actually gets rid of the Lucky Charm. Hawkie, take notes.

"Who the cat are you?"

So Shadybug can create whatever Lucky Charm she wants, huh?

Someone's been listening to the fandom.

Not the time freezing lmfao

I don't like that Gabe is turning Adrien into an angel, even if this is a good version. Anyway, Chat Blanc call back 3.

"Kitty catty" "Later loser!" I love her.

Of course, not all bugs can fly.

He moved out of the way.

I fucking love Claw Noir so much you guys, he's so funny.

Well, he tried. Shadybug's just better than him ig.

Hesperia stores his butterfly in his cane. So it's just our Gabe that tries to keep multiple butterflies, I guess.

I think they should kiss.

So they're doing this in hopes that The Supreme spares them? Interesting, and pretty sad.

They're so scared of the Akuma lmfao

If I was Alya, I'd have given myself away by now. Actually, I wouldn't have had the presence of mind to even hide.

Guess the counterparts are from some dystopian world ruled by The Supreme. It tracks with the look we got at it in the opening.

"In order to get something I wanted." We saw the Peacock Miraculous in the opening too, and also Emilie died. So I guess Adrien is a Sentimonster in the other reality too. Damn it.

I guess this Gabe realized his mistake instead of descending into madness like ours.

She just broke Marinette's box like it was nothing. So much for that.

Claw Noir lounges around playing with dolls and mocks Shadybug for being lazy while she does all the work and he lazes around. Have I mentioned yet that I love him?

Also I am glad they stayed true to Adrien's character and had him play with dolls.

The whole part about Chat Noir... be still my Ladynoir heart.

Love how they incorporated the webisodes into this. About time those had relevance.

Shadybug really "hates" Claw Noir.

Marinette's having doubts, my poor baby girl.

Shadybug and Claw Noir have power, but not their strength. That's a really good line.

She's reading the diary and crying... baby.

This is such a touching scene. I don't say that lightly, but it really is.

SHE FOUND THE WISH

Marinette really wrote down every single world ending secret in this one poorly protected diary huh.

She literally took him down in 2 seconds. Bruh.

IDENTITY REVEAL! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Shadybug managed to achieve in 2 seconds what Marinette and Adrien have not achieved after 5 seasons of Love Square drama which I admittedly enjoy but that's not the point.

Those strange... marks? Cracks? Scars?

Blots off... I'm dying y'all.

Reverse Love Square? Hello??? HELLO???

She literally just beat his ass, tied him up and took his Miraculous and this is his reaction once he realizes who she is.

He's down so bad.

They should have played Careless Whisper here.

CUTIE PIE, MY SON

The Supreme is such a fucking asshole, he gagged the Kwamis.

Emonette wants our Marinette's life? She doesn't know the half of what she's getting into.

The Supreme got to the wish somehow? What the fuck?

"Reality is The Supreme." I don't know who this guy is, but he is DELULU.

This shot... masterfully done. My poor baby girl.

These kids are not okay. My poor sweet babies.

Daggers out. Seriously, stop it, you two.

He's trying to comfort her. They're just... I'm in pain. I'm so sad for them y'all.

Gabe in his prototype Monarch outfit.

Good thing (for him at least) he had the Ox, or else this would be his second cataclysm of the day.

Ladybug and Chat Noir are back in action, baby.

I'm sorry, I would not be able to say Betterfly unironically without bursting into laughter.

AFTER 5 SEASONS, WE FINALLY GET TO SEE CHAT NOIR'S NIGHT VISION AGAIN

Not that they needed it lmao

Alya coming in clutch with the recording. Queen.

LADYNOIR LADYNOIR LADYNOIR

It's so so so nice to see Ladynoir on screen again after Season 5 killed it.

Hit the word limit, so continued here.

#MLB #Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Gabriel Agreste #Alya Cesaire #Ladybug #Shadybug #Chat Noir #Cat Noir #Claw Noir #Toxinelle #Griffe Noire #Ubiquity #Hesperia #Monarch #Hawkmoth #Betterfly #Miraculous World #ML Paris Special #My meta #ML Spoilers #ML Paris Spoilers #Shadyclaw #Ladynoir #Adrienette #Meta

[miraclewoozi]

SVT mtl : able to undo your bra with one hand.

content; boobs. smut/smut adjacent. MINORS DNI. crack. wc; 1.2k (apparently i have a lot to say on this topic lmao) warnings; boobs, i swore a few times, a funky mix of dom + sub members. let me know if there's anything you actually want me to tag this as though because i quite clearly don't know what i'm doing. /gen note; don't actually take this seriously, i just think i'm a Little Bit funny.

ALWAYS ——

seungcheol — sometimes you don’t even realise he’s doing it until you feel your bra go slack. manages first time, every time, without fail. walks past you at home and pings your bra open without warning just because he thinks it’s funny (and because you usually chase after him and pin him to the nearest soft furnishing, which always goes exactly the way he wants it to go).

jihoon — has literally magic fingers — and not just on a keyboard. smirks against your collarbone as he snaps them against the clasp and feels your tits soften against his chest. sometimes doesn’t even do it in a sexy way. it’s a love language, to him: if you’ve had a shitty day at work, it’s the first thing he’ll do for you. he hugs you tight and tells you how well you did, how proud he is of you as he masterfully flicks your bra undone, encouraging you to go run a hot bath. he’ll come join you once he’s finished folding the laundry.

jun — confidence is the key to anything in the bedroom and jun has it coming off him in waves. is it always on purpose? no it’s not. but for some reason, this guy has never had a problem with bras. then again, he could charm the birds out of the trees, so it’s kinda fitting that he can do this without struggle. it’s all in the thumb, he insists as he strips you out of the lingerie you picked out special for him. it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate how you dress yourself up for his eyes only, it’s just… boobs, you know?

minghao — a patient king. is never in a rush to get you naked and prefers to take his time undressing you, admiring you. he is always very slow, almost romantic with how he feels out your clasp beneath your tshirt and moves the two pieces apart. it’s absolutely still a one handed job, it just takes him a tiny bit longer, but those long, elegant fingers are precise and accurate 95% of the time.

jeonghan — a solid 80% success rate but is occasionally caught out by particularly stiff or bikini style clasps. never needs more than three tries though, and is frankly too stubborn to use a second hand. look, if it takes him a couple moments of struggling before it eventually snaps open? he still did it, and he’s not taking questions. it counts. stop giggling — it fucking COUNTS.

joshua — can, and does, but not always. if he’s in one of his moods, he’ll ask you to take it off yourself as he kneels between your thighs and rubs himself hard. if he’s feeling sweet, he takes his time to slide the straps down your arms and kiss over your shoulders before he even thinks about unfastening it. whichever way it goes, these moments with joshua are incredibly sensual, but there’s something about the loving way the way he hugs you close as he works it open with both hands that never has you wishing he’d get it done faster.

seungkwan — surprised both himself and you the first time the pair of you got steamy by pinging it open like a professional. you’re pretty sure it was an accident (& he knows it was one). you then walked in on him a few weeks later practicing with one of your bras on a giant teddy bear he won you on your first date to the fair. he argues that if the idea is stupid but it works… is it really that stupid in the first place? 65% of the time, he manages with one hand and never, ever fails with two. he also lavishes your tits with kisses the second he manages to work it off. a real sweetheart.

wonwoo — depends on the season, the day, the weather, and the alignment of the stars at the time of trying. somehow always manages to whip this skill out on special occasions but your average tuesday night screw either has your bra off before you can blink, or has you reaching behind to do it yourself as he murmurs all the filthy things he’s going to do to you against your ear. if you’re taking charge of him, though? sitting on top of his thighs, tickling your fingers over those washboard abs? he dissolves. can’t do that shit for love nor money. there’s something so deeply endearing about a man so broad just fumbling behind your back that you don’t even offer to help, either: you let him struggle, and struggle, he does.

soonyoung — too excitable to manage it with one hand but he loves to try anyway. the first time he managed it, he jumped up on the bed yelling about his success and it completely choked the mood. the thing with hoshi is that his arousal seems to strike at the most inopportune moments (on your way out the door for dinner, just before you have people coming over, right as you’re about to leave for work): at least half the time, you’re both undressing yourselves the minute the idea strikes and by default, he doesn’t have to worry about this too much.

chan — has managed this on a couple of occasions but he’s usually in such a hurry to strip you naked that he goes in with both hands from the start. likes to work you up from behind anyway, which helps him avoid trying to do it blindly. it’s kind of easy to undo a bra when he has you bent over the the kitchen counter. or the dresser, or a cabinet, or when he’s just pressing you against a wall with all his weight. hey, work smarter, not harder. (he’s already hard enough.)

mingyu — buys you so much lingerie and frankly, loves to fuck you while you’re still wearing it. sometimes pulls your tits out to suck on them but will usually leave your bra fastened, especially if it’s just going to be a quickie. if he does take it off, it’s a two hand job and sometimes still a struggle because his clumsy fingers can’t always coordinate the push-release thing. the more huffy he gets, the worse he struggles and the louder he whines. it’s cute, though.

seokmin — he’s just. too. needy. the second he sees a pair of tits, his brain runs a CTRL, ALT + DELETE, force shutdown. starts drooling at the way your bra hugs them, running his fingers over the lace, sometimes even forgets that taking it off is an option because it looks so fucking good on. by the time he wants to remove it, he’s so in his own head about getting them in his mouth that his hands are no longer working. has asked you to turn around no fewer than five times just so he can get the damn thing OFF and get down to business.

hansol — thought he was supposed to pull it over your head like a t-shirt the first time he tried. has been betrayed by front clasps and sports bras more times than he can count. it’s not a case of nerves, it’s a case of desperate frustration and impatient mutters of “man, fuck this” as he looks at you with eyes that say ‘please help’. don't get it twisted, hansol loves looking at pretty ones on you, for sure. he just adores you without one, too. maybe more. if bras have a hundred haters, he is one of them. ten? still him. zero? he is no longer with us. free the nipple is his motto and it’s only like, 40% for selfish reasons.

ALMOST NEVER ——

#j writes. #* #seventeen most to least #seventeen mtl #svt mtl #svt most to least #do not expect Lots of these because there won't be lots. at all. but i had a real fucky dream about a week ago and i won't tell you which #member it involved but you can try to guess from the descriptions lmao #N E way. loser vern owns my heart. sorry to that man <3 #anyway BYE

[appocalipse]

Pancakes & Secrets | eddie munson x reader x steve harrington

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Eddie Munson x henderson!reader (female pronouns used) x Steve Harrington

Words: 2.8k

Summary: After witnessing enough mutual pining from the guy you’re in love with and his ex-girlfriend, you leave under the pretense of bringing food to “Eddie the banished”, as he likes to call himself. But things take a turn for the worse when Jason and his gang finally find out where Eddie is hiding, and you have to spend the night outside in the cold, with no way to let your friends know you’re okay, and only Eddie for company....but actually, maybe he is not so bad.

A/N: hello! it’s me again. this time I bring you a new series that (if you guys enjoy it) will eventually split into two “routes” — one for Steve and one for Eddie, following the events of season 4 and beyond. I’ll try to keep from writing the scenes we already watched, though, so I’ll only briefly explain what happened in said scenes when needed and focus on the scenes that involve Eddie x Reader or Steve x Reader for this chapters. Also, IDK why, but I’m obsessed with the henderson!reader concept, so it’s here once again lmao sue me.

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You take a look at Reefer Rick’s old house, plastic bags in hand, car turned off behind you, and wonder how on God’s green Earth you ended up here.

The answer, actually, is very clear: making bad decisions.

You move straight to the door, but hesitate; should you knock? By now, Eddie has surely heard the car, or your footsteps, and you’re hardly trying to hide your presence. But after everything he’s been through, you think it’s not fair to risk scaring him anymore, since you couldn’t even let him know you were coming because the walkie-talkie stayed with Dustin at the mansion — along with a few pieces of your broken heart, most likely.

You balance both plastic bags in one hand and use the other to gently but audibly knock three times, still thinking about all the stupid things you've been doing lately. Eddie opens the door two seconds later, looking like someone who has just seen a fish climbing a tree.

“Hey,” he says uncertainly, tilting his head to the side as if trying to decipher you. “Is something wrong?”

Eddie reaches out and indicates the bags, waiting for you to give him permission to take them. When he closes his fingers around the straps and you don't protest—in fact, you look relieved; it was a little heavy—Eddie takes both bags in one hand and politely holds the door open for you to walk through with the other.

“Thanks,” you say, also walking on eggshells. Your knowledge of Eddie ends with him being the leader of Hellfire Club and the newest idol of your little brother Dustin; you’re not exactly friends, to put it simply, but now you’re also hardly strangers. “And no, nothing is wrong. I just thought I’d bring you some...pancakes.”

You realize mid-sentence how absurd that sounded. Eddie is wanted for murder, and you thought it would be a good idea to make him pancakes of all things.

By the look on his face, Eddie thinks the same, though his tone is far from judgemental. “Pancakes?” 

You take the frying pan out of one of your bags, now on the table where Eddie put them down for you. He watches you curiously as you take out all the items you would need. “You don’t like pancakes?”

“Love them,” he is quick to respond, in a tone that’s energetic and charming, very Eddie-like.

“Good.”

He sits around the kitchen table, resting his chin on his hand, trying to act casual as he watches you work. But Eddie Munson is not casual. He's not normally calm and patient, but under the current circumstances, it's a miracle he sits back and watches you long enough for you to at least finish mixing the ingredients—which doesn't take even five minutes. When you put the batter in the frying pan, however, Eddie's curiosity gets the better of him.

“So...don’t get me wrong, it’s great to have company and all, but...why are you here?”

You take a deep, annoyed breath — but it’s not his question that annoys you; it’s the answer. Because, for some reason, you end up saying the truth. Angrily.

“Couldn’t stand the mutual pining any longer, I guess.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot even higher, no doubt sensing something juicier behind what you just said. “Mutual pining?”

“Never mind,” your brain catches up to your mouth as you carefully flip a pancake; it lands perfectly back on the frying pan, and Eddie lets out a low whistle.

“Impressive,” he compliments, genuinely enough. When you look at him over your shoulder, his expression reminds you of that of a small kid full of joy and dreams, and somehow you know he is genuine in his attempt to cheer you up. Eddie seems to be a glass-half-full kind of guy, and for a moment, you feel tempted to forget all about Steve and Nancy.

When the first pancake is all done, the right shade of golden on both sides, you place it on a clean plate and hand it to Eddie, hiding your anticipation.

He takes a big bite, eyes going dramatically wide, a satisfied smile on his face. Eddie then stops for a second and says, covering his mouth full of pancake, “You’re my new favorite person, Y/N.”

He sees when you smile; sweet and embarrassed in equal measure; but he also notices that it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. 

“You look suddenly so sad for someone who just made the world's best pancakes.”

“I highly doubt those are the world’s best pancakes,” you say nonchalantly, but the longer his gaze lingers on you, the harder it is to keep the words at bay. There is a part of you that desperately wants to get it out of your system...Maybe it will help?

Before you know it, your mouth is opening, more than ready to spill the words way too quickly.

“Okay, fine, you win,” you shrug. “There is this guy I-” Love? “-like, but he is in love with someone else. There. Satisfied?”

There are a lot of things going through Eddie Munson's mind right now. First, you are not what he expected; of course, Dustin always made you seem nice when he talked about you, but he's your brother, so Eddie tended to take his opinions of you with a grain of salt — especially because he knew you had your fair share of admirers and you were far from being an outcast like him.

But now, seeing you up close, the smell of freshly made pancakes in the air, and hearing you confess to what is probably a big secret, he understands.

Honestly, he is glad to have something to occupy his mind with other than monsters and murder.

“Uh...would this someone happen to be his ex-girlfriend?” he asks, his curious nature once again getting the better of him.

You’re halfway through flipping a pancake over, the last one, and it almost falls to the floor as his words sink in.

“Sorry...I pay attention.”

“It’s okay,” you sigh, placing the pancakes on the table and taking the seat opposite him. “I guess it’s obvious.”

“Have you told him?”

You scoff. “No. Why would I?”

Eddie happily takes another pancake. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because. He is clearly into her and she is clearly into him...basic math there.”

Eddie smirks — he has a nice smile, you think, like sitting under the sunlight on a cold day; easy, comfortable. “You know, Henderson once told me his older sister wasn’t afraid of anything...does he have any other siblings I don’t know about?”

“Very funny,” you mock, letting out a forced laugh to further prove your point. “I’m not afraid of telling him. I just think it’ll get me nowhere.”

Eddie is going for a third pancake, seemingly very pleased with himself. “If you say so, Y/N.”

You are definitely afraid of telling Steve.

Eddie opens his mouth, and you think he's going to say more about your little crush on Steve, but then he stops; for a second you feel relieved, but Eddie freezes, trying to listen better, putting down the pancake he was about to take a bite of.

Something is wrong.

“Did you hear that?” he murmurs, color slowly draining from his face.

That's when you hear it— a car door closing, voices, loud angry voices, and then… footsteps. Eddie is faster than you. He reaches across the table to grab your hand and crouches down, bringing you with him, trying to keep you both out of sight of the kitchen window. A look outside confirms what you feared: it's not the police, but just as bad (or maybe worse): is Chrissy's boyfriend, Jason. And he's coming straight to the front door.

“Eddie-”

Placing a finger over his mouth, Eddie signals for you to follow him — although his fingers are still firmly closed over your hand, so there’s little you could do but follow behind him.

You get to the back door at the same time you hear the front door opening. Eddie points to the boathouse, all focused on the best route to get away; you nod. Then, you run — silently.

When the door is safely — and silently — closed behind you both, Eddie lets go of your hand to grab a hold of the walkie-talkie, hands shaking.

“Dustin?” he pleads, wide eyes reflecting your own as you wait. No answer.  “Dustin...please. Are you there?”

Through the small window of the boathouse, you can see movement inside the main house. Jason and the others must be searching it right now, looking for any leads to get Eddie. You've never exchanged a single word with Jason, but you know the chances of him having any sympathy for you are slim; Dustin is part of Hellfire Club, and now you’re hiding Eddie — well, more like hiding with Eddie, but still. Trying to talk to him would be simply stupid.

“Let me try,” you snatch the walkie-talkie from Eddie, who only shrugs, moving away to look around for something you could use. “Dustin, c’mon. We kinda need help over here.”

It’s funny — he is always with the damn thing on his hand when you don’t actually need him to be.

“Hey.”

Eddie is holding the tarp that covered the little — and no doubt old — boat, the same in which he was hiding when you found him the first time, broken bottle in hand and all. He extends his hand to you. “C’mon.”

You stare at him. Then at the boat. Then at his hand.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope.” He gestures towards the boat dramatically. “Your carriage awaits, milady.”

He may jest, but beneath all that, there’s the desperation, the tension, the eagerness to get away. Not that you’re not feeling those yourself.

“Also,” he adds, as if reading your mind, “please hurry.”

“I’m not a fan of boats.”

He takes a step closer to you, hand still outstretched. “I’m not a fan of getting killed by high school athletes.”

Well...fair enough, you think. And take his hand.

–

In spite of all the ways you thought your night could end, this one slipped your mind.

It's dark and cold, and you and Eddie are walking to seemingly nowhere after witnessing what is probably the worst scene of your lives — well, it sure does make it to the top three for you, at least.

You let Eddie walk ahead, hurried steps but soft gaze every time he turns around to make sure you're following. The entire path you are walking looks the same to you, but he seems to know what he's doing. You don't protest.

What was his name again? You think, trying to keep the grotesque image of the last few minutes of that boy's life out of your mind, and failing miserably. Patrick, Jason had called him. Desperately, as every bone in his body began twisting and breaking...

A hand on your shoulder startles you, and you look up to meet Eddie’s concerned gaze, only then noticing you had stopped walking. “You okay?”

That’s what Eddie saw the night Chrissy died?

“Yeah.” No.

Eddie drops his hand, nodding. “Let’s stay here for a minute. I don’t think they are still following us.”

He sits down, leaning against a big, old-looking tree nearby, slowly patting the ground beside him. The moonlight is the only thing available to guide your movements as you sit down, hugging yourself, mind anywhere but there with him. You’re both still damp from the little dive you had to pull when Vecna made another victim, and you rub your own arms to fight the cold creeping up your skin.

Eddie stares down at you, feeling anxious, worried, and guilty all at the same time.

He’s not oblivious to the way you reacted when the boat shook and you fell down to the water. You look like you’ve just been through hell, wet hair sticking to your neck and hands shaking as you hug your knees to your chest. But what really makes Eddie worry is the look on your face; staring but simply not seeing...a look he knows well.

You feel more than you register it happening; a heavy — still very damp, but kind of warm — thing being gently placed over your shoulders. Eddie’s jacket.

He gives you a nonchalant wink when you look up at him.

–

Eddie didn’t mean to leave you behind. Not even for a minute. But, once he heard voices nearby, he knew the right thing to do was investigate. You two couldn’t keep sitting there in the forest forever; he needed to find a way to contact Dustin.

And so he did.

But, he had to leave you behind in the process. You had eventually fallen asleep, head against the trunk of the tree...and he just couldn’t bring himself to wake you up. What is the worse it could happen?

Just a minute.

When he gets back — fist closed safely around a newfound walkie-talkie he proudly and subtly stole, ready to use it — you’re not fucking sleeping where he left you.

He freaks out.

There is a sane part of his mind that says, maybe she just went home. Maybe she found her way out of the woods and left you here. It’s not like she is a police fugitive; it was dark yesterday, maybe Jason and his idiots didn’t recognize her?

He keeps calling your name anyway.

“HENDERSON, I SWEAR TO GOD-”

Eddie hears rustling...and then a small hand is somehow placed over his mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ, Munson. Yell a little bit louder. I don’t think they heard you all the way from California.”

He blankly stares at you, bewildered a curse word just left your mouth. You’re now wearing his jacket properly, arms through the sleeves, he notices. You drop your hand.

“Where did you go?” he asks.

“Where did you go?”

He lifts his arm, showing you the walkie-talkie. “To get this little guy.”

Finally, good news.

“You wanna do the honors?” Eddie is quick to tune in to the correct channel.

“No, thanks.”

He wastes no time. “Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler?”

Not even a second later, you hear your brother’s voice through the radio, voice frantic, words slurred.

“Eddie, holy shit, are you okay? Is Y/N with you? She said she would bring you food yesterday and-”

“Yeah, she’s here.”

“Is she okay? What happened?” a voice frantically asks from the other side, but that’s not your brother’s voice.

It’s Steve’s. Eddie notices too.

You cross your arms. He gives you a meaningful look. “She is okay, man, do you wanna-”

You shake your head emphatically, sure he's going to ask if they'd like to speak with you. Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, but he doesn’t insist. Girls. So complicated.

“I mean, she’s uh, she is sleeping now,” he says, shrugging at your unreadable expression. “But perfectly fine, I assure you.”

There’s a collective sigh of relief from the other side before Dustin’s voice speaks again. “Where are you?”

After directions are given and goodbyes are said, you and Eddie are once again left with no other thing to do than wait, and so you sit back down, hands running through your now almost completely dry hair. It’s not long before you hear rustling behind you, and turning around, you’re faced with none other than Steve Harrington himself, half walking, half running down the hill as he spots you.

“Y/N,” he says, relief clear in his features, gaze finding yours.

“Hi,” you utter, breath caught in your throat.

Somewhere in your mind, you register that the others are following behind him, beginning to come into view. Dustin first, then Robin and Nancy, Max and Lucas...the whole gang. But that information barely has time to sink in, because Steve steps forward and wraps his arms around you like it’s nobody’s business, so fast and firmly that you stumble back one step.

What the-

You want to say something, anything, but you feel like your brain is short-circuiting now, body suddenly stiff, lips parting to say words you’re not able to get out.

“We thought one of you had died,” Robin explains, catching your gaze from behind Steve’s shoulder. “Vecna made another victim.”

He pulls back, keeping you at arm’s length, eyes scanning over your face with intent. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Then, his eyes fall over what you’re wearing — Eddie’s jacket.

“No, no, I’m okay.”

Steve may try to hide the frown that threatens to appear over his features, but Eddie himself is the first one to catch on to the puzzled look in his eyes; he could almost see the kinds of thoughts running inside his mind.

There, Eddie thinks, as Dustin is letting go of him to hug his sister next.

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[vynnytypesstuff]

Hello! Im here for a request if you dont mind, i loved the platonic stuff you wrote for lmk and wanted to request a platonic drabble with Sun Wukong and Macaque. If you don’t do that then can i get some headcanons? Enjoy your vacation!!

꒰୨୧﹒Lego Monkie Kid - Platonic Drabbles for Sun Wukong and Macaque

Ngl I had fun writing this request. I think I favor writing platonic stuff lmao

Thanks for your patience and here you go <33

Warnings: None

Sun Wukong

(Word Count: 430)

[Name] yawned, stretching their arms outwards as they laid on their back against the firm mattress of Wukong's couch. With the long week they've had to deal with, a lazy Sunday was the exact crowning jewel they needed to kick back and unwind, and what better way to spend them than with one of your closest friends?

Resisting the urge to let their exhaustion coax them into slumber, [Name] turned over onto their side, curious to see what Wukong had been up to during the time they had been staring at the ceiling. The Monkey King had been seated on the floor, surprisingly too focused on whatever task he was trying to complete to respond to [Name]'s movements. Upon closer inspection, in front of him was a piece of paper with art supplies scattered around him.

[Name] blinked, "since when do you draw?"

That seemed to be enough to grab Wukong's attention. "Uh, since always? Didn't I tell you this before?"

"Yeah, but… I kind of figured you were bluffing."

Wukong looked at them with false offense, sputtering in exaggeration, as if he were actually upset by that comment. "Wha- I'm shocked! Offended, even! I have my hidden talents you know. See for yourself!"

Reluctantly, [Name] rolled off the couch to get a look at Wukong's supposed masterpiece. A lingering part of them still expected to see a humorous assortment of scribbles, yet they were completely blown away once they witnessed his scarily realistic and accurate depiction of Flower Fruit Mountain, fully sketched down to it's finest details. It even had Wukong's little monkeys companions, who's sketched counterparts were scurrying around the mountain.

"How is your work not on display in a museum?!" [Name] exclaimed questioningly. They felt a little guilty about underestimating Wukong's artistic talents. They just weren't expecting him to be insanely good.

"Stage fright, or something," Wukong nonchalantly shrugged.

"Or maybe being the Monkey King is just a cover for your true identity as an artist," They mused. "I can't believe you've had a secret identity all this time and you didn't tell me."

He laughed, deciding to play along with the joke. "Caught me red-handed! And if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret."

Their exchange of friendly banter went on for quite some time before [Name] finally decided to abandon their original Sunday plans of having an intense ceiling-staring session, choosing to watch Wukong color his work before grabbing a piece of paper for themself and joining him in his makeshift "art studio." Overall, it was the perfect close to a weekend of relaxation.

Macaque

(Word Count: 446)

"'Come hiking with me' you said. 'It'll be worth it' you said," a muttered complaint spilled into the air, courtesy of [Name]. Macaque and [Name] had been hiking the same mountain for a little over an hour. The rugged terrain combined with the narrow twists and turns of the trail wasn't helping with [Name]'s growing exhaustion. "It feels like we've been at this for ages! How much further until we're there?"

Macaque's voice rumbled in a soft, fond chuckle, clearly finding amusement in his friend's whining. "Relax, we're almost there. Besides, I meant what I said. You'll be thanking me once we've reached the top. Would I lie to you?"

[Name] opened their mouth to respond, but Macaque beat them to the punch with a quick "don't answer that."

Thankfully, Macaque had been truthful. A mere ten minutes after that small exchange, they had finally reached their final destination. It was the height of the Spring season, so despite the gentle chill of the flowing breeze hitting their skin, the weather was warm and comfortable. The view itself was breathtaking. The natural assortment of flora below them shone vibrantly against the sunlight, resembling the picturesque nature of a meticulously painted landscape.

The awed look on [Name]'s face didn't escape Macaque's gaze. "Told you it would be worth it." He grinned, finding a spot near the mountain's edge to sit down. "Honestly, even I forgot how beautiful the view was from up here."

"You haven't been here recently?"

Macaque shook his head in answer. "I used to come up here all the time with an old friend, so it just brings up a lot of memories, you know?" Perhaps [Name] was imagining it, but it almost sounded like there was a hint of sadness in his voice. They chose not to question it, instead letting him continue. "I wasn't sure how I'd feel about coming up here again."

'It's part of the reason I invited you,' a sudden thought that went unspoken. That was a little too vulnerable for his tastes.

[Name] walked over to where he was sat and settled next to him. They didn't speak after that, instead choosing to take in the view in comfortable silence. There was nothing awkward about it. Believe it or not, Macaque wasn't always the most talkative, so having someone he could sit with in silence was a pleasant change of pace.

Time passed, with [Name] being the one to break the silence. "Thanks for inviting me, this was actually pretty nice."

"Glad you like it. Does that mean you'll stop bugging me by asking 'are we there yet' every time we climb up here?"

"Don't count on it."

#lego monkie kid #lmk #platonic x reader #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #platonic drabble #askblog #askbox is open #vynnytypesstuff

[stargirl092]

Behold, an unasked for, frankly concerning, painfully cringy and probably idiotic rant about Bojack horseman. read if you want lmao

first off, I am not that far into Bojack horseman, I am just now finishing up the second season. and even though I haven’t seen that much I am literally obsessed with it, and have consumed a very embarrassing amount of media about it I PROMISE I KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT I HAVE WATCHED A MILLION VIDEO ESSAYS. I am very passionate about this please bear with me Lmao.

As a mentally Ill person, Most media about mental illness and especially depression misses the mark. Books like “girl in pieces” and “my year of relaxation and rest” seem like they are laced with misery from the start to finish page, and seem like there is no actually depth and everything sits on the surface (I have read both of these books by the way). I believe they very commonly include controversial topics that can be sort of alienating instead of making people feel included, which doesn’t make a ton of sense but I feel it’s very possible to have actual depth without literally actively alienating the people that consume your content.

with BoJack Horseman, I genuinely assumed it was a stupid cartoon about a talking horse. Which it sort of is, but I heard good and bad things about it so I decided to try for myself and I was immediately compelled by how they introduce such serious topics with an on the surface almost stupidity, but also humor and ACTUAL ACCURATE DEPICTIONS OF DEPRESSION. as a person with depression and anxiety, I do not want to see a extremely attractive girl wearing makeup with perfect hair sitting in her bed in her spotless room while a singularly tear falls down her stupid but conventionally attractive face. I mean, not saying that’s not a valid experience of depression but depression/mental illness is messy. It’s disappointing, unbearable, and complicated. For most cases, it can negatively impact things like your character, social life, relationships with people you love, career, or ANYTHING in an awful way. And that doesn’t make you a bad person, but that is realistically The affects mental illness can/will have on you. Once again, not saying that mental illness has to ruin your life for it to be valid but a lot of the Time it can, or almost can.

take BoJack, for example. he is an alcoholic, has strangled a girl, sabotaged Todd’s career, backstabbed herb ETC ETC. So yea, he’s sort of a bad person and that’s a question the show sort of lets you answer for yourself. But he also had an awful childhood and absolutely hates himself. To alot of people, that makes him real because when you have the things that happen to BoJack happen to you, the things he does to people are things that THE CAUSE MAKES SENSE FOR THE AFFECT. despite all of this, BoJack tries to be a better person relentlessly, and fails every time. BoJack is painfully human (which is funny because he’s a horse) and that’s why he is an amazing character and a realistic character. It doesn’t make sense to have a traumatized mentally Ill character that is literally perfect and completely unscathed.

Take Diane, for example. Diane is an example of an amazing complex character. some people don’t like Diane and think she is a hypocrite, WHICH IS LITERALLY BULLSHIT AND I COULD SPEND HOURS TALKING ABOUT WHY ITS BULLSHIT. BoJack and Diane had similar childhoods, where they were both told negative things by their family members/parents but the main difference is that BoJack believed them and Diane did not. Another point is that BoJack and all the other characters make you feel comfortable with being or feeling “broken” but Diane makes you feel uncomfortable about not doing anything about it. Diane does make a sort of recovery, by taking antidepressants, gaining weight, and divorcing Mr. Peanut butter. Diane is complex, realistic and an amazing character. Tbh I think most Diane haters are just misogynistic.

One last example is Todd. Todd is supposed to be the sort of comic relief, stupid character (ex. “Todd pick up your shit”) But he has depth!! He has trauma and issues and he’s asexual, which is pretty cool because I never see asexuals in tv shows. id say a time you get a little glimpse into Todd as a whole is when he tells Bojack; “it’s not the drugs, it’s not the alcohol, it’s not the shitty things that happened to you when you were a kid, you are all the things that are wrong with you. Fuck, Man what else is there to say?” which is an amazing line and a hard truth that Bojack kinda needed to hear. Also may I add the genius use of the word fuck in the entire series, only using it once per season to really put emphasis on something. It is not used casually in the show. The only time it is used in season one is when BoJack tries to apologize to Herb and he says “Now get the fuck out of my house.” Which is a very big deal for BoJack.

Overall, this is way too long and I think it takes actual talent to be able to portray depression so well and have lines like “before I jumped, I should have seen the view from halfway down” (which btw is gonna be my yearbook quote) and also be about talking animals and be animated. Genuinely very impressive.

edit: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT SARAH LYNN OH MY GOD

#bojack horseman #diane nguyen #You are all the things that are wrong with you #Diane Nguyen is girlboss you guys are just misogynistic

[xpao-bearx]

Okay S O--

I promise I'm updating my Moon Knight fic (Like A Virgin), but this is an idea that's been nagging me like Khonshu for a while now and I've finally decided to share it! But please keep in mind that it's just what it is: an IDEA. So I'm sorry if this sounds a bit messy/incomplete/all over the place (and there's a possibility that some things could be changed), it's literally just me rambling and I think it's actually a pretty interesting idea! And this turned out a lot longer than expected ;-;

At the moment, I also have no clue what I wanna do with this idea (or if I'll ever even do anything with it at all). But I, obviously, take all credit for this so please don't steal (or at least tell me if you got inspired and plan on writing a similar fic to this cuz I would totally read the F U C K out of it) 🙃

Anywhore--

So my idea is, basically, this: The story begins in Season 1 of Moon Knight and it mainly revolves around a romance with our one and only sassy baby boy, Steven Grant (and of course with some 🔥spahcy🔥 smut thrown in) ❤️

For Steven's love interest, I dunno if it would be an original female character OR a Fem!Reader situation going on, so for now we'll just refer to the love interest as MC (main character)

Now MC and Steven live in the same apartment building and are next door neighbours. They've also been dating for quite some time, but strangely enough Steven doesn't remember ever asking out MC.

Steven and MC are pretty much what is considered to be the "perfect couple". You can really tell that they love and care about each other a lot, but recently a rift has been slowly but surely growing between them. It all started when Steven has been mysteriously disappearing, sometimes for days on end with MC not being able to contact him and not knowing his whereabouts. It doesn't help that Steven doesn't know anything either which, obviously, is very concerning but MC really likes Steven a lot and (maybe quite foolishly) chooses to let the matter go. MC thinks that whatever the hell is going on, there is a good explanation for it and can be resolved once Steven is ready to open up.

But things only become much worse from there when Steven started to miss dates and other important events in his and MC's relationship. There are also some days when Steven acts very odd, being cold towards MC and acting as if he didn't even know who she is which obviously hurts MC especially when she continuously tries to help him and just wanting to figure out what's happening.

It eventually comes to a point when MC couldn't take it anymore so she goes to confront Steven about his behaviour. She is rightfully mad and confused, but nothing changes the fact that she's still very much in love with him and wants to properly work things out.

Once MC goes to Steven's apartment using the spare key she has, she is shocked to find a woman there (this is shortly after Steven is fired from the museum and he discovers Marc's things + the scarab in the storage locker). A frazzled Steven is shocked when MC suddenly appears, too, especially when the woman--Layla--introduced herself as his wife.

MC couldn't even say--do--anything, only staring at Steven with such hurt, angry, disappointed eyes before running out the door and out of the building. Steven chased after MC to explain, but he wasn't fast enough and the damage was already done.

Fast forward into Season 2 (I know at this point in time there's no S2 but just indulge me LMAO xD), MC is revealed to be living with a friend of hers as she picks up the pieces of her broken heart and starts anew.

But here's a lil twist: After the events with Harrow and the gods' Avatars died, MC became Hathor's (the goddess of love and music) new Avatar. I still don't know how this came to be, but just roll with meh 👍

While MC does her missions for Hathor, she eventually crosses paths once more with a familiar face who she is surprised to find out is Khonshu's (another god Hathor has quite smittenly told MC a lot about) Avatar--Steven.

Only... This isn't actually Steven, but a man who claims to be Jake Lockley.

Jake then explains to MC that Steven has dissociative identity disorder and that he, along with another man named Marc Spector, were alters in a system with Steven. Obviously this is a fucking LOT to take in, but MC eventually believes Jake and it made sense as to why Steven acted different sometimes when they were still together.

It is also revealed that Jake was the one who asked MC out and before Steven even knew her, Jake was the one who liked her first. But in an attempt to keep MC all for himself, Jake doesn't say the truth about Layla, of how she is now Marc's ex-wife since things never worked out with them and Steven is still very much hung up and in love with MC. So MC is kept in the dark about everything, still believing that Steven lied and cheated on her.

It is definitely weird meeting Jake, especially when Jake is extremely open about his feelings for MC and continuously attempts to go out of his way to find her and woo her (to no avail). MC knows that despite sharing the same body, Jake is an entirely different person. But it hurts a lot to just look at him since all she sees is Steven.

Overtime, however, MC gets over her heartbreak and realizes that she also has feelings for Jake and decides to say "fuck it" and take a leap of faith. At this point in time, MC is still under the impression that Steven is married to Layla (even though she hasn't seen the woman again at all). Deep down, MC knows that it's wrong, but she really does like Jake and believes that they both deserve to live their own lives and have a relationship with each other, even if it may be challenging to keep it a secret.

Once MC confesses to Jake, he realizes that what he's doing is wrong and if he truly cared about her, he needed to be honest. So Jake takes MC out on a date and plans on telling her everything, but before he had the chance to Steven suddenly gained control of the body!

Steven and Marc have both had suspicions for a while that there's a third alter and now it's been confirmed, along with the two of them being surprised and infuriated that Khonshu isn't actually out of their lives. But the more pressing matter is that MC was here, right now, with Steven, even though it shattered his heart to see her looking at him with those same pained, spiteful eyes that haunted him when she completely disappeared from his life.

But in a panicked rush, Steven told MC everything. Of how he didn't know he had DID before, about coming to terms with Marc's existence and Steven's own purpose, of how Layla was actually Marc's wife and they were now divorced, etc.

All of this was much harder to take in than when Jake told MC about their situation. Although, meeting Steven again made MC realize that she did still love him as much as she loved Jake. But that didn't erase the pain in MC's heart and while she was glad that the truth was finally out and all the misunderstandings were cleared up, MC just needed time. Time to heal, time to just really wrap her head around everything and determine where she stands in Steven and Jake's lives and where they stand in hers.

So that's what MC did. As much as Steven missed her, as desperate as he was to hug her and kiss her and just say that everything will be okay, he respected her decision. And he understood because he, too, needed time to get his and Marc's and Jake's shit together.

As time passes, MC and Steven meet again. And this time, they were ready to be together once more and for forever. Jake is there, too, and they all work together to navigate through their unconventional romance, but they don't worry too much because they know they will be alright. Because, just like the constellations in the night sky, their hearts had a special connection.

But as MC's love blooms with Steven and Jake, Marc is there. He's always there, like a dark shadow. Unlike the other two, Marc actively avoided MC and/or openly expressed his distaste. He didn't love Layla anymore, but the divorce really affected him as well as his perception on relationships. He just didn't want to suffer through that same heartbreak again, but this time he had a lot more to be protective over because he not only had to watch over himself, but also Steven and Jake. He absolutely would never forgive you and himself if you broke the boys' hearts.

Though let's just say, long story short, that you work things out with Marc and wormed your way into this lovable grump's heart 🥰

There are also two potential endings for this story. Ideally, of course, I LOVE a happy ending and I want them all to simply be lovey dovey (which they DESERVE). The other ending, ROUGHLY, is that some bad shit goes down and MC ends up having to sacrifice herself to keep the Moon Boys safe and she dies. This obviously completely fucks the boys up, so much so that they never fully accept MC's death while also losing their will to live and blaming themselves. As a result, during a mission for Khonshu, the boys are so out of their element that they end up being killed by their enemy.

B U T even tho me likes some good ol' angst, I could never actually go through it without a proper conclusion!! SO when the boys die, they meet and be with MC again who's been eagerly waiting for them at the Field of Reeds, truly for all eternity now and just U G H MY HEART 😭💔

Now that I've written this out, I'm SO fooken excited!! Though, as I said, this is only an IDEA (at least for now)

Buuut what do y'all think??? :3

#Moon Knight #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Marc Spector

[strideofpride]

On that note, can you imagine how INSANE the media circus would be if it did come out publicly that Chuck and Blair illegally backdated their marriage certificate and the case against them was actually re-opened? Especially in 2023, at a time when anti-billionaire “eat the rich” sentiment has become very mainstream, and true crime is one of the most popular and profitable genres of entertainment?

Like, the events of season six happen so fast that we don’t really get to appreciate just how wild they are from the outside looking in. Imagine if Michael Bloomberg or pre-presidency Donald Trump died in a car crash, and their then-teenage progeny took over their real estate empires. Everyone just gets used to the idea of a little boy real estate mogul, I guess, and a few years pass, and then - surprise! They were faking their death all along!! Yes there was a funeral, yes they were legally declared dead, but who cares! They’re back baby, and ready to go back to being the same shitbags they were before!

Except, a mere handful of months later, they’re dead again - this time having gone careening off the side of one of their company’s most famous buildings (imagine if Donald Trump died falling off of Trump Tower lmaoooo). Did they fake it again? Was it foul play? By the time rumors start to swirl of the alleged involvement of their recently deposed nepotism baby, the cops close the case and rule it an accident. Their heir, still barely an adult, retakes the reigns of leadership - newly married, a detail no one realizes is suspicious because they likely have no idea that the spouse was at the scene of the crime.

Years pass. YouTubers and online conspiracy theorists periodically bring up the case, but the public at large once again more or less accepts the public narrative. Another piece of shit real-estate mogul gets elected president, and the attitude of the general public towards the uber wealthy turns increasingly hostile. Then there’s 2020, and 2021, and 2022, and- And then. “Billionaire boy and family linked to father’s mysterious death after discovery of faked marriage license”.

Even though we, the audience, knows Chuck didn’t actually kill his father, do you think in a world where this was an actual case involving actual public figures anyone would believe that? The coverup is so ridiculously suspicious that the general public almost definitely assumes they really did do the crime.

And consider the players in this case - a terrible billionaire who died a deliciously ironic death, his somehow worse son who in a post-#MeToo world is already a PR nightmare waiting to happen, and the ex-princess of Monaco (?!) who just so happens to already be tabloid fodder. If they get especially unlucky, Dan (a pretty famous novelist, at least according to the reboot), Serena (a 2000s era “it girl” and semi-celebrity), and Nate (an ex-NYC mayoral candidate, media mogul, and in universe Kennedy equivalent) might just find themselves implicated too - or at least forced to testify - given they were at the very much in public wedding where any rando could have snapped a picture.

There is just soooo much fucked up entertainment value in a case like this I can’t imagine it being anything less than a public fucking spectacle, and not the kind Chuck or Blair could just shake off. I genuinely do not know how they could absolve themselves in the court of public opinion if it actually went to trial, even if they managed to prevail legally.

Oh my god. Okay well, first of all, I really want the fake Serial podcast that unpacks all of this lol. Someone should make that lmao.

"little boy real estate mogul" took me out lololololol

also like...faking your death is a crime right??? how was Bart just able to re-enter society so easily??? did they ever say???

i'd also like to point out that it's actually much vaguer whether or not Chuck killed his father. They cut away during their fight and then next thing you see is Bart hanging onto the edge. Chuck himself says that he isn't sure whether or not he pushed him or Bart fell over. but also Chuck and Blair both just stood there and did nothing to help Bart before he fell, which is involuntary manslaughter I believe

But seriously though, you're so right anon that all of this was made for true crime. In 2030, someone makes a "Jinx" style doc about Chuck I bet

#anti chair #gossip girl #anti chuck bass #anti blair waldorf #anti bart bass #gg meta #anonymous #strideofprideanswers

[sunlightfeeling]

TAG TIIIME

thank you so much @orchiddingme!!

Name: Alex

Pronouns: I default to using she/her on myself because those are the ones I only go by IRL but I’m comfortable with they/them and he/him

Star Sign: Gemini …two of them

# of Siblings/Fun Facts About Them (If Any):

2 older brothers; fun facts…they both built working guitars in their woodworking class in high school, and both were part of a band that performed in Battle of the Bands…also in high school (+ different bands)

# of Pets & Their Names: None right now, but I really would like at least one in the future

I’ve had 4 guinea pigs, though, some at different times than others ☺️

Fandoms: I mean SMAP is technically a fandom but it honestly feels more and more like a lifestyle since there’s just SO MUCH

I also orbit around RGG a bit… I’m like Pluto but instead of debating whether I’m a planet, people argue about whether I’m a Yakuza/Judgment blog (…not actually but I can sense the confusion for indulging in the dark side (liking Takuya’s face a normal amount) on at least some of the tags I’ve seen…)

Favorite Color: I’m gonna switch it up and actually make a specific choice

I’m going with Periwinkle 😌

Favorite Song: Changes like the season because I routinely forget songs exist

spinning the roulette wheel of songs in my head (aka scrolling my playlists and picking the first that makes me go “OH THAT ONE’S SO GOOD”)

this one! (I think I broke the question…🥲)

Favorite Author (of anything readable - books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!): Adrian Tomine, probably. I’ve loved every single one of his stories that I’ve read.

Favorite Fic Type: I don’t really read much fic, but I do love my angst…preferably the love triangle kinds or the like…(I like drama, sue me)

Favorite Holiday: Erm….maybe Memorial Day simply because sometimes it means my birthday is a holiday? lmao

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?: Nope

Hobbies: Traveling (in that I really want to travel more and make it an active hobby 🥲)… exercising (lifting and running specifically)… collecting pieces of paper with pretty boys printed on them…the usual 🤷🏻‍♀️

Fun Facts About You: I once locked myself out of my own room. I had wanted to make sure no one would go in there while I was gone, which turned out to be extremely effective; who’d have thought!? …..I was five

Tagging (no pressure as always~): @tiny-tokunaga @faunandfloraas @floofz @rosemirmir @woundedheartwithin @bizarreshiz @passthroughtime

#THANK YOUUUU 🥰🥰 #tag game #am i ever going to do one of these WITHOUT incessant commentary? #…​probably not

[leonsliga]

https://twitter.com/BayernNewsw/status/1762100914259648872?t=UVN8cg2KCTKBeOaVs0qNMQ&s=19 what do you think of this?❤

Hey anon! Thanks for sending me this ❤️ if I’m honest, I’m generally distrustful of bild as a news outlet. Even though they’re not always that way, they’ve just got this tabloid vibe that I find tough to swallow. Their articles always feel crafted in such a way as to pit fans and footballers against one another, and I don’t think that’s always fair.

That said, they did provide photographic evidence of them partying (supposedly). The guy in the first pic in the thread looks like Leon, but I’m not entirely sure. I couldn’t quite locate Phonzy in the pic either, but that’s not to say neither of them were there. I’ll be curious to see if other news outlets apart from bild report on it (as far as I can tell, they’re the only ones who have); maybe then we’ll get a bit more information and insight.

Now let’s talk about the party itself. Should they have gone? Probably not. Should they have stayed out that late, knowing they had training later that day? Definitely not. I understand wanting to blow off some steam (and wanting to meet up with the legendary David ‘Alaboom’ Alaba lol), but the problem with being in the public eye is that someone will inevitably find out you’re doing it. Bild’s business is quite literally finding out other people’s business, and if you want to have a party or go to one, they’ll be the first to know about it. Hell, they’ll probably invite themselves to it in some facet. Such are the perils of being in the public eye, I suppose.

I think I can understand why they went though. They were probably still buzzing off the adrenaline of their victory and wanted to celebrate. Couple that with the prospect of a reunion with an old teammate, and bam! You’ve got reason enough to party. Not only that, but Leon, Phonzy, and Serge are under scrutiny at Bayern, and maybe they thought they could escape the pressure for just one night. Besides, let’s think of football like a normal job. When you’re off the clock, that’s your time, and you can spend it how you like. Should football really be any different? Should bild or other news outlets really have the right to judge how they spend their time off? I guess the tricky thing is when you look at this event through the eyes of disgruntled Bayern fans. And that leads me to my next point:

Can I understand fan anger towards this? Of course I can. It was right after a match, and the way we’ve been playing this season doesn’t exactly scream “party time.” Far from it actually. But truth be told, if the rumors are true and they stayed out as late and partied as hard as bild seems to imply they did, the coaching staff will probably punish them accordingly; besides, if this is all true and not exaggerated in the slightest (because let’s face it, we can’t rule out bild exaggerating some details), TT actually has a chance to do something right for once and score some easy points with Bayern fans on his way out the door 😂

Quite honestly though, I’m sure showing up to training massively sleep-deprived and possibly hungover is quite the punishment in itself 😅 if they’re old enough to make their own choices, then they’re old enough to know the consequences of them ahead of time. Leon, Phonzy, and Serge aren’t the first to go out and party after a match, nor will they be the last, but that doesn’t mean it’s wise, but they’re still relatively young, and I’m guessing suffering through training while wishing for death that morning was lesson enough lmao. It would be for me anyway 😵

Now that I’ve said my piece though, I’d love to hear from you all. I know I’m biased when it comes to Leon and our Bayern squad as a whole, so I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on the matter. Do you feel the same way about it as me? Do you have a different take? Or is there something you noticed that I might’ve missed? I welcome any and all opinions—just please be respectful 🫶

#anon 💖 #quite a few of you sent me an ask with this twt thread in it…so if it’s ok I’ll probs just answer it here #and then answer any subsequent asks based on my response here/the article anon posted #I also go into more detail on my thoughts in the comments #leon goretzka #my asks

[tiktokitssinoclock]

Studying Struggles- The Moon Boys

SFW// Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked

Summary:

Being a university student can come with its challenges, but the boys are more than willing to help you combat them.

Word Count:

1.0K

Warnings/Triggers:

Brief mentions of an unhealthy eating schedule (non-ED related; only in Jake Lockley's section)

Unrelated, but to my Cubans and potentially other hispanics out there, DON'T FREAK OUT when I mention habichuelas y arroz LMAO. My fam is Puerto Rican and we eat them all the time, but I only recently learned from a Cuban friend that whenever I talk about habichuelas y arroz, she thinks I'm mixing green beans and rice. I'm actually talking about delicious stewed beans (with papas y jamon ofc) and rice. That's all, just wanted you to know that I'm not a green bean heathen <3

Steven Grant

Your tendency to agree to anything that's asked of you makes being a student exceedingly difficult

Coworkers will ask you to pick up the odd shift or two and you'll hopelessly accept, managing to take notes on a chapter or two for your problem class after a lunch rush or during your breaks

Your friends might ask you to be a designated driver for their night at the club and you just can't say no, knowing damn well you'll have to study from the moment you get home until your alarm starts going off to get ready for work

It's always one thing after the next, it seems, and although you don't like to admit it to yourself, it can get utterly exhausting

That changes a little once you move in with the boys, however

Steven makes an effort to remember even your most minute mentions exams, and when they start coming up, he makes an effort to help you get the most out of your studies

He'll try his best to keep his cluttered flat a little more organized, keeping his books mostly on their shelves and making sure his desk is relatively clear

Requests for you to join your friends on nights out diminish, but for some odd reason when you are invited, its conveniently on weekends where you're free

After catching Steven steal a peek at your pocket calendar before sending a text, however, you quickly piece together why

He even beats you to the phone when someone from work calls, quickly hitting decline before you can even protest

"Come on, love. You and I both know it's not good for you to pick up any more shifts this week."

He's just supportive through and through, making sure you're not overwhelming yourself while also cheering you on

As soon as exam season is over, he treats you to a weekend of nothing but eating take out and catching up on your favorite shows, too

Marc Spector

You're by no means a stupid person, however, you are quite unorganized

Every week there's a deadline that comes out of nowhere, whether it be for a research paper worth 30% of your grade or an exam that you simply can't afford to do bad on

You typically do enough to pull through in the end, but you're always mentally spent and by the time you're recovered, the cycle repeats again

Marc almost immediately catches onto this, and one night when you close your laptop after barely submitting a presentation on time, he decides he can't let you go on like that

He helps you pull up the syllabi for all your courses and painstakingly comb through the due dates, neatly filling out the calendar you'd neglected to use all semester until everything is written down

"See how I broke everything up across the week? It's so you can get stuff done early and stop killing yourself every Sunday."

He makes you promise to try to follow the schedule you guys made and, while you weren't a fan of the idea of jumping back into your school work so soon after another hectic weekend, you begrudgingly agreed

Marc didn't let your efforts go unrecognized

When you were making slow but steady progress on a book report, you almost don't realize Marc had placed your favorite drink from a local cafe next to you until he was pressing a kiss to the top of your head

After you finally finished drilling through flashcards for a quiz, he was at your side in an instant with your coat in his hand

"Let's go on a walk for a little while, you could use a break."

By the time Friday night had rolled around, you turned in your report and found yourself with nothing left to do

Marc simply smirked at the shocked expression on your face as you flipped through the planner to double check, returning his attention to the dinner he was cooking

"Good job, habibti. Now you can sleep in with me all weekend."

Jake Lockley

Typically, you've got a pretty good hold on balancing all of your school responsibilities with the demands of day-to-day life

You're on top of your studying and homework assignments while also juggling a social life and household chores

The one thing that slips through the cracks, however, is food

Your kitchen gets deserted overnight, the contents of your fridge replaced with meal replacement shakes

Jake notices this especially when a big exam or assignment is coming up- its as if you've subconsciously knocked nutrition down on the hierarchy of importance

He doesn't like that- not one bit

So he puts an end to it

During your next stressful bought, he made it his personal mission to make sure you were eating real food for every meal

Even when you offered up polite protests of "Jake, you don't have to do all that" or "I'll be fine, I promise", they always fell on deaf ears

"Nourishing your body is just as important as nourishing your mind, mi vida. Eat."

And that's how it went from then on

Sometimes you'll be hunched over your computer, nearly done reteaching yourself how to calculate pH, when he leaves a plate of scrambled eggs at your side

Other times you'd be so busy plowing through practice problems, you almost don't notice the hot cup of coffee and sandwich waiting for you

When the night runs late and you start nodding off in your seat, he'll close the laptop in front of you and drag a chair over to join you, the two of you having a late meal of habichuelas and rice

That's how it continues until your last final is finally taken and you can relax

You always offer different ways to make up for it, like doing all the cooking for a month in return, but all he ever wants is quality time with you

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #moon knight #moon boys

[leenfiend]

I thought the Two Slow Dancers comic would be a fun opportunity to break down my process a lil bit cause this was a lot of undoing and redoing and adding so for any ppl curious it will be under the cut!!

So to start off I actually only thumbnailed what is now page five and six, the original image in my mind was them reaching out to each other in different seasons clothing, I considered just making an animated version of that but then I connected it to the two slow dancers scene I had imagined in my head a month or so back and wanted to make it part of a small narrative:

(I actually did page six first - u can tell by the way my writing is nearly incomprehensible that this idea came to me like a vision in the night)

But then looking at that i said - well surely that doesn’t tell the story enough. I need more. And then I played two slow dancers on repeat for probably an hour while I thumbnailed a surrounding narrative for those two pages and ended up with this mess:

And from there I actually started working on the lineart two pages at a time - I like working on freakishly large two page spreads because to me it helps the flow feel more cohesive, I don’t look at them as isolated pages until I get to the shading part of the process.

But once I sent it to some ppl for feedback and reread it myself a million times I felt like the story still wasn’t reading the way I wanted it to - two out of six pages were “flashbacks/memories” pages and that ratio didn’t really allow for the other four pages to read as a cohesive story in my opinion so I kept trying to workshop two more pages for the front and I went through a few iterations:

I thought at first I would show the outside of the garrison, give the audience more of a setting, and then show the flyer so we know Keith is getting ready for this celebration. But it was too literal for me (even though what I ended up doing was still pretty literal lmao). So then I started with the phone/text messages as a story telling device:

Also this is an example of how I almost always draw the comic panels before I decide what goes in them haha, unless I’m really sure what images I plan on focusing in on the panels almost always end up informing what goes inside if that makes sense. But I finally ended up here when I decided “that’s good enough”

I even did most of the lineart for this composition before I decided the imagery of the jacket was just too repetitive, like we don’t need THREE PAGES of keith putting on a jacket.

So i kind of just moved the left page over to the right, and left the right page blank for most of the rest of the comic process. I finished most of the lineart on the rest of it before I finally circled back and decided to go with a tweak of what I originally thought was a lame idea (I had this image in my head of the lions silhouette against the glow of the Earth for the first page, but with the lyrics “the ground has been slowly pulling us back down” I thought it was just too cheesy, especially because that’s not what the lyrics mean either in the song or in the context of this comic and I didn’t want them to be perceived as so literal)

So this is the thumbnail I landed on for that which eventually turned into the actual final page.

Once I had all of the thumbnailing done the rest was pretty fun work! Just lots of going back in and detailing out the scribbles I had first put down. Now in terms of color, I actually have a secret. Most times I don’t color much at all? It depends on the piece but for most of my comics what I do is this -

I flat greyscale color everything and then use a color curve adjuster inside of procreate to pick a color pallet:

color adjusters are ur friend for picking color pallets i'm TELLING YOU!! I used to have a lot of trouble with cohesive color comps but it's a lot easier for me even without using this method now. Anyway I usually leave it here, in my other comics I don't have any shading or background elements outside of the panels but I figured since I was working so much on this comic anyway, I might as well light it a bit. So I basically just scribbled over the whole composition with a purple marker set on a multiply layer and then erased out the places I wanted light to hit, and then added a soft light layer with colored lights to give it more of a party look:

The only hang up I had during the coloring process of all this was how to color the "memory" pages. I originally just wanted them to be more pastel/blue, I thought that would make them look distinct enough. So I painted/shaded this whole page before looking at it within the rest of the composition and deciding it didn't read well at all and ended up sliding the saturation down to zero and calling it a day:

But I'm happy with that decision because it allowed for the "coming into color" moment with the other memory page and I think it connects better to the rest of the comic visually that way. And that was the whole process! There were tons of other little adjustments I made along the way and other composition things I tried out but I do tend to erase instead of iterate in layers so this is the process I have to show you! As a little bonus behind the scenes, here's the time lapse replay of that initial thumbnail for all eight pages! (it is sideways just because it's so large so if you're on a phone/tablet/laptop just turn ur screen sideways otherwise I'm so sorry lmao)

#my art #this is so long but i like 2 talk about process stuff lol #i also would love to see anyone else do a breakdown like this i LOOOVEEE seeing how other people work. #and feel free to steal any way I do anything ever (it is not stealing it's simply learning and using artistic practices that u are drawn to #colleen thoughts #also i use the 6B pencil in procreate for all of my linework ever and all of my thumbnailing im a one brush type of person #and it's like a default brush too lmao

[helluvatired]

my predictions for hazbin season finale

(keep in mind that this is all just speculation and analysis, so i can be totally wrong in the end lol)

starting with the scenes in the order of the trailer, this is when chaggie have already reconciled, so it's probably the end of ep 7 or the first part of ep 8

and all the windows and doors are nailed down, so they are probably preparing for extermination

i really think this scene will be the end of a song, because it looks a lot like

in this scene we have the characters ready to fight, and everyone seems to have a piece of the exorcists' weapon. alastor must have finally said that it is possible to kill an exorcist

these people in the background could be people who heard charlie's announcement or just the cannibals from cannibal town (i talk more about this below)

and most likely it's cherri on the left too!!

now angel has a new outfit, but it's all ripped (he looks like he's wearing a cropped lmao)

and he's wearing the same hat as in the prequel! so i think he will have more development too (or at least more backstory)

now going back to the ripped clothes, i can think of three options:

he had his clothes ripped in battle

valentino

(what i most want to happen please please) angel will have a moment similar to fizz

in the next scene charlie is with alastor's mic, probably to make an announcement in the cannibal town (this scene in the future shows that it is the same scenario and alastor is singing with charlie (and rosie!!)) so this would be after alastor reveals that he knows exorcists can be killed

in this scene, many were thinking (including me) that this scene would take place at a time when angel had a relapse or when she discovered the complete truth about valentino, but seeing it now i think that would be unlikely because we only have 2 more episodes and we need to talk about how carmilla killed an exorcist; vaggie is an exorcist; tell this to the rest of the cast; the extermination

i watched this at minimum speed and there is a frame where she is smiling before crying, so my guess is that this was right after they came back from heaven

charlie is happy and proud of them but remembers everything that happened in heaven and breaks down in tears, without any hope

the next scene is vox, i think he is safe as he watches the hotel on the day of the extermination

this scene can be either a battle scene or a training scene

by the way, i want so much this verse to be a foreshadowing. may vaggie have her revenge

the next scene is this, chaggie painting a wall

this could be either the present where they have already reconciled or the past (i really would prefer this because i want more flashbacks) where they are cleaning up the hotel for the first time

but anyway, this scene is definitely them cleaning up the hotel, we just don't know if it's the first or second time

and if it is the second time, this opens up questions, because in the series it was alastor who repaired the hotel

and speaking of the devil, here he is. he is defending the hotel once again probably on the day of the extermination

and now we have adam ready to punch someone!

i don't think lute or adam are going to die, actually i can't even say if it's because i genuinely don't think so or because i just don't want them to die lol

they were cool antagonists, and i feel like they still have potential, maybe they would fall or come back even stronger in the second season

so about adam, i honestly don't know if we're going to have an epic battle with adam with the other exorcists. like, i hope we do! but adam seems to be too cowardly to fight a fight that he knows he could risk dying, that's why he didn't want to go down to hell when one of the exorcists was killed for the first time

but i hope we at least have a fight with some unnamed exorcists!!

ok, so i think that covers everything, i think i'm done

...

oh...

OH.

so viv dropped this bomb on Q&A (it's on her channel!) and now i'm going to make my speculations about who might not die (considering it will be a permanent death)

charlie - the protagonist

vaggie - the protagonist's girlfriend, they just had a fight and made up, i don't think what this death will contribute to the plot

angel and husk - it's been confirmed that they are slow burn, so yeah, they can't be a couple if one is dead

niffty and sir pentious - they are the funny characters, they are good to break the ice when some scenes are too heavy. once again i don't think what this death will contribute to the plot

alastor - he is one of the biggest antagonists, he still has so much potential and mystery to be solved

cherri - she still has so much to work on herself, it wouldn't make sense to kill her without any development

lucifer - while i think he might die in later seasons, i don't think it makes sense for him to die now, he's barely reconnected with his daughter again, and is it time for him to die?there are still things to be explored, like his circus and his wife for example

the Vs - it doesn't make sense for them to die now if they were barely introduced, there are still more things that can be explored

carmilla - although i can see it happening, i really hope not, it seems too soon to me. again, she still has a lot of things that can be explored, like her backstory or how she killed the exorcist

now it's time for my speculation about who will die: one of charlie's pets

looking at the cards, we have one of razzle and dazzle as giants, most likely defending the hotel, perhaps one or both of them will be seriously injured

but my bet is on keekee

keekee is the hotel key, and some of the cards shows what will happen to the hotel, it will be destroyed

(unless this destruction is when the guys who were after mimzy attacked)

and apparently the hotel is going to have a big renovation too??

by the way while i was looking for the cards i saw that charlie's pitchfork hadn't been shown yet, so maybe it can make an appearance in the season finale??

#hazbin hotel #my post #predictions #long post

[spiderking-of-queens]

Chapter Twenty-One: Welcome to Hellfire

Summary: When you rope yourself into picking Dustin and the others up from an after-school activity, you have no idea that the new club they’ve joined is Hellfire, which brings you face to face with Eddie Munson once again. (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, 4.7k words)

Warnings: Just that I know literally nothing about D&D so please forgive me I tried so hard lmao

A/N: The Byers don’t canonically move until October 1985, so the next few chapters are actually gonna be a blend of the ST3 and ST4 plot lines. Then I’m really gonna diverge from canon for a while to fill in the eight months that the show skips over between seasons which will mostly be about Eddie 😉

Tags: @dessxoxsworld @blackbirddaredevil23

Masterlist

September 6th, 1985

It had been two weeks since that night in Steve’s car. Two weeks since you’d seen or heard from him. That was longer than you’d gone without talking for months. It almost felt like you had a limb missing. 

You’d seen Robin a few times, but since she and Steve were the ones without jobs, she spent most of her last week of summer break with him before starting her senior year. Luckily, thanks to her being distracted about school starting up again, she didn’t really seem to question the separation. You wondered what Steve had told her. Judging by the way she acted around you, as if nothing had changed, it wasn’t the truth. 

That Friday night, Mrs. Henderson had stopped in at the general store while you were working, begging Joyce to pick Dustin and the others up from school that night because they had an after-school activity and she was going to be busy. After the Fourth, she was anxious about him riding his bike home by himself in the dark. The funny thing was that she definitely did have reason to be anxious, even though she would probably never know the full extent of the danger in Hawkins. You could tell that Joyce was about to reluctantly agree even though she really didn’t have the energy to do it. Every time she showed up to work, she was already tired. You could tell she was having a really hard time dealing with Hopper’s death, and you wanted to be helpful to her. So you butted into their conversation and offered yourself up instead. Both mothers tried to argue with you, insisting that a teenage girl like you probably had much better things to do on a Friday night, but you didn’t give up. The honest truth was that it was the best result for everyone. Mrs. Henderson and Joyce could relax (because they clearly needed to), Dustin and the other boys would be safe, and you would have the perfect excuse to turn Robin down when she inevitably called to ask you to hang out with her and Steve. It was a win-win-win. 

When you got off work, you immediately drove to the school and parked outside, pulling out a book to read while you waited for the boys to walk out. After a while, you checked your watch impatiently. Mrs. Henderson had said that they would be done by nine, but it was steadily approaching half-past. A lump formed in your throat. You couldn’t help it. Every time something didn’t go according to plan now, you had to assume the worst. You jumped out of your car and marched into the school, looking for someone to ask if they had seen any of the four boys. Eventually you found somebody in the hallway and stopped them to ask, and they directed you towards the drama club prop room with a disapproving scoff. You ignored their reproachful tone and walked off towards it. 

You absentmindedly threw open the door, not even thinking to knock before going in, and froze when you saw a dozen pairs of eyes staring back at you in the dimly lit room. Most obvious to you were the big brown eyes of Eddie Munson directly across from you at the end of a large table. Your heart stopped. 

All of the pieces suddenly connected in your brain. The prop room. This was where The Hellfire Club met. Of course that was the club that the boys had joined. You were pissed at yourself for not mentally preparing to come face-to-face with Eddie once again. He was staring at you like he was trying to figure out if you were real or not. 

“Can we help you?” You heard a voice interrogate you defensively.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” One of your friends asked, but you were too busy staring at Eddie to hear who it was. 

“Uh…” You finally peeled your eyes away from him and scanned the room until you found Dustin. “Sorry. Dustin, your mom asked me to drive you guys home.”

The other boys began to snicker at this announcement. Dustin gave you a look like you had ruined his life, and you mouthed an apology to him with a wince. 

“Well, boys, we better hurry this up. Henderson’s mommy is expecting him,” Eddie teased. 

He looked at you to gauge your reaction to his joke. You felt guilty for being the cause of this ridicule. Eddie must have noticed this because he softened immediately.

“Just messing with you, man,” He said, pushing Dustin by the shoulder playfully. Then he turned back to you with a smirk. “Y/N. Fancy seeing you here. Care to join us while we finish up?”

The other boys around the table looked at him in confusion, and one tried to question him before Eddie held up a finger sternly to silence him. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike kept looking between the two of you with their eyebrows raised, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

“Uh… I… sure? If you guys don’t mind,” You stammered.

The boy that tried to say something previously opened his mouth, but Eddie shot him a warning glare and he closed it immediately.

“We don’t mind,” Eddie said with a smile, and hopped up enthusiastically to grab you a chair from the corner of the room. He set it down right between his chair and Dustin’s. 

“Here. Have a seat,” He said as he held the back of it, one arm in front of his torso as he gestured to it like a gentlemen straight out of the regency era.

“Thanks,” You said quietly and walked over to join them, even though your brain was screaming at you to run away.

When you sat down, Eddie introduced you to the three boys you didn’t know by name: Gareth, Jeff, and someone they lovingly called, “Freak”. Then he leaned over the arm of his chair closer to you. You stopped breathing.

“Feel free to speak up any time if you have any suggestions. These assholes could use all the help they can get,” He whispered with a smirk.

You didn’t know what to say back, so you just smiled stupidly. You barely even heard him because of how close he was to you. His face was an inch from yours, and he smelled like nicotine and… was that violet soap? Whatever it was, it was a curious and intoxicating scent combination. Eddie broke eye contact first to address the boys, and you blinked like you had just been freed from a trance. 

“Alright, gentlemen,” He said, plopping himself back into his chair. Then he turned to you for a moment and added, “Milady,” With a wink that made you blush. “Where were we?”

Gareth raised an eyebrow at him. 

“The burial mound?”

Eddie waved a hand dismissively at his obvious agitation.

“Right, right. When you make your way to the edge of town, you come across a mysterious burial mound. What do you want to do?”

They looked around at each other, and then all nodded when they seemed to come to a silent agreement. 

“We’re going to investigate,” Jeff announced.

Eddie didn’t immediately respond. You looked between him and the others, then did a double take when you realized he was watching you.

“What?” You whispered. He shrugged back at you.

“What do you think?”

“Seriously, Eddie?” Gareth objected. “She doesn’t even know what’s going on!”

“I’m just asking for her opinion, you don’t have to take it” He argued with his teeth clenched, then he turned back to you with a softened expression. “Y/N?”

Your mouth fell open and you looked around the table at everyone. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas were staring you down, pleading for you to answer how they wanted you to.

“I… I mean, I’m sure they’re right. They should just investigate it,” You shrugged. “They would know better than me.”

Gareth put his hand out exasperatedly, waiting for Eddie to accept your response. But he just kept staring you down.

“Really?” He pressed, studying your expression.

The truth was that you actually did have an opinion, and you knew it wasn’t what everybody wanted to hear. How he even knew that, you weren’t sure. You were also a little annoyed with him that he wouldn’t just let it go. Everyone was clearly unhappy with you being there already, and you didn’t want to make things worse. You swallowed anxiously. Eddie refused to let up.

“Um… Okay, I know I don’t know the full story, but I actually think that maybe… you guys should be more cautious. Usually in fantasy novels and films when there’s some mysterious burial mound, you don’t just unearth it without consequences. There’s booby traps, or a curse, or something.”

Their eyes widened when you mentioned a curse, and they looked around at each other in shock. 

“No. It couldn’t be. The campaign just started,” Gareth argued, shaking his head profusely. 

“Can we really take that chance?” Dustin countered. 

They looked at you, and you shrugged.

“What did I say?” 

“Vecna.” Dustin explained. “His seven cursed artifacts. One of them could be in there. Maybe even more than one. Maybe even something worse.”

“Whose cursed artifacts?”

“This is stupid. We should just investigate!” Gareth argued again, ignoring your question.

“Or we could summon a troop to investigate for us, just to be safe,” Lucas suggested.

“Is that really necessary?” Jeff asked him.

“If you wanna be sure that we’re not going to die, then yes.”

“But Gareth’s right, we just started. I really don’t think the stakes are that high.”

“I think Lucas is right. I think we should summon another troop,” Dustin agreed.

Mike agreed with Lucas and Dustin, and “Freak” agreed with Gareth and Jeff, naturally. They couldn’t come to a decision, so they all turned to look at you, and you felt the color leave your face. 

“I… agree with summoning another troop. I guess,” You said quietly. 

The three older boys looked at each other, then reluctantly agreed. They were outnumbered. 

They performed the appropriate actions, and Eddie turned to look at you for a moment before the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. Then he stood up suddenly and slammed his palms down on the table, causing all of you to jump back in your chairs. He swiped away a few of the game pawns that were on the table top and sent them flying across the room. All of the boys lost their minds at this, standing up from their chairs with their hands in the air and on their heads. You just froze, eyes wide as you watched them while you stayed seated. 

“What just happened?” You asked Dustin fearfully. “Was that bad or good?”

“You just saved our asses!” He shouted gleefully, clapping a hand on your shoulder and shaking you excitedly. 

“I did?”

“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” Eddie yelled, trying to get everyone to calm down and listen to him. They all silenced immediately and turned their wide gazes to him so he could continue.

“When your soldiers investigate the burial mound, there’s a man inside: the warlord, Halmadar the Cruel, who was buried alive. And in his possession… the Hand and Eye of Vecna! With these, he immediately discovers your soldiers’ weaknesses and decimates the entire army. He raises up out of the tomb, coming towards you… and that… is where I leave you tonight. For now, you all live to see another day, thanks to our new friend, Y/N.”

He bowed then, and everybody cheered and embraced in victory. 

“Good work,” He said as he was bent over the table in front of you, and sent you another wink. You smiled bashfully back at him, your cheeks burning red. With the way everyone around you was celebrating and the look on Eddie’s face, you couldn’t help feeling proud of yourself. 

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” Dustin giggled with glee as the four of you walked out of the school together. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Me either. That was fun,” You admitted with a smile.

“This campaign is going to be absolutely insane!”

“Yeah, seems like it, if Eddie is already trying to kill you all off,” You chuckled.

He raised an eyebrow at you, probably detecting a bit of fondness in your tone.

“He must like you. He doesn’t have patience for anybody. And he definitely never lets anybody interrupt Hellfire.”

“Really? Weird…” You trailed off trying to brush it off so they wouldn’t figure out your true feelings. Then you changed the subject as quickly as possible, just in case, after realizing that one of the boys was missing. “Hey, where’s Will? I thought he was supposed to be here, too.”

“He was, but he went home right after school,” Mike grumbled. 

“And you’re sure he’s actually at home?”

“I’m not sure, sure. But I’m pretty sure. It’s fine.”

You stopped walking and glared at him, and he stopped beside you with an exasperated expression. 

“It’s actually not fine, because I’m responsible for you shitheads tonight,” You argued. “So if he did go home I need to make sure that he’s actually home.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. If you wanna call their house and make sure, be my guest. I’ll be in the car.”

It wasn’t like Mike to back down instead of biting back. Something must have been upsetting him.

“Okay…” You muttered as he trudged back to the car. You looked to Dustin and Lucas for an explanation, but they just shrugged.

“He’s been like that ever since he talked to Will,” Lucas explained. “We don’t know what happened.”

“Alright, well. You guys get in the car, too. I’ll be right back.”

They nodded and followed after Mike, and you made your way to the payphone outside of the school. After you called and Joyce picked up to confirm that Will was with her, you exhaled a breath of relief and hung up.

“Hey, stranger,” You heard a voice from behind you and jumped with a pathetic yelp. You turned to see Eddie with his signature smirk.

“Jesus Christ, why are you always sneaking up on me?” You teased with a little laugh, clutching your chest.

“Sorry,” He shrugged. “Although, you’re the one who snuck up on me first tonight.”

“Yeah… sorry about that,” You winced, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. But I had fun. It was cool seeing you in the zone like that.”

“Well, it was cool to finally see you there. Sorry for calling you out in front of everybody, though. I could just tell you had something to say.”

“Are you kidding? That was great. I’m like, a hero now.”

He smiled at you and you blushed profusely, then his eyes drifted to the payphone and he nodded towards it.  

“Who ya calling?”

“Oh, I was just… babysitting stuff.” You pointed to your car and let out a weird chuckle that immediately made you wish you would spontaneously combust. He looked over at the kids all piled in your car, who were watching the both of you intently, then smiled back at you.

“Right. What are you, like, their paid chauffeur now or something?” He teased. 

“Something like that. No, we’re… sort of friends. But, yeah, they can’t drive yet. So… that’s where I come in.”

“Hm,” He nodded. “I would make fun of you for hanging out with a bunch of freshmen, but I don’t really have a leg to stand on. I’m kinda friends with them, too… so.”

You tilted your head in surprise when he said this. He considered them friends, too? It intrigued you that your two worlds had found a connection without you. 

“Oh? You’re their friend? Is that why you were taunting Dustin?” You ridiculed him playfully.

“Hey, I only give them shit because I care.”

“Right,” You smirked at him. 

He was carrying some of his D&D supplies in his hands, trying to pretend like the weight of it all wasn’t getting to him as he stood and spoke to you. You pointed to them and asked, “Can I help you carry anything?”

“Uh, no, it’s cool. I got it. Thanks, though.”

“Well, can I at least help you get it into your car?”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks, I’m just…” He gestured towards his van, but you were already making your way towards it.

“The van. Yeah, I remember,” You said with an embarrassed giggle. 

When you made your way over to it, Eddie shuffled his things awkwardly as he tried to get a hand free, then pursed his lips with a little muttered, “Shit…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh, my keys are in my jacket pocket. Sorry, could you…?”

“Oh. Uh, sure…”

He lifted up the boxes in his hands and stuck out his hip so you could reach into his leather jacket. You snapped your hand back quickly as soon as your fingers wrapped around them, and held them up with a shy smile and an awkwardly mumbled, “Got ‘em,” before you turned away from him to unlock the back doors of his van. You shut your eyes and silently cursed yourself as you turned the key in the lock. It was mortifying how red your cheeks were just from being that close to him. From your hand being anywhere near him. You opened the doors and stood aside so he could put his things down, trying to avoid eye contact with him as he gazed directly at you. Then he closed the doors and leaned against them, smirking at you as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Thanks again,” He said.

“You’re welcome,” You replied with a little shrug and a sheepish smile as you finally willed yourself to look at him. 

You stood in silence for a moment, Eddie fidgeting with his rings and you picking at a hang nail before he spoke up.

“Um…” He trailed off after studying your nervous expression, then laughed a little at himself before he scratched his arm in discomfort and shook his head. “Never mind. Forget it.”

You knew right away what he was about to say. He was going to ask you if you wanted to come to Hellfire again next week, but you knew that all the times you’d turned him down before stopped him from asking it. He was tired of trying. If you wanted to see him again, you would have to be the one to make the effort this time. 

“Could I join again next week?” You blurted out. He raised his eyebrows at you from beneath his unruly bangs. 

“Really?” He asked in disbelief, smiling at you with all of his teeth. 

“Yeah, I mean, if it’s okay. I’ll probably have to pick these guys up again anyways, so why not? Right?”

“Uh… Yeah. Of course. You know I’ve been trying to get you to join a campaign for forever.”

“Well… I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. Maybe I could just… watch? Learn how to play?”

“I mean, it’s not really a spectator sport,” He scoffed, scratching his cheek. “And I think you more than proved yourself tonight. But if you’re more comfortable with that, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Cool, thanks. And the others would be okay with it? You guys seem to take this pretty seriously. You were really kind to let me join today, but I don’t wanna be a nuisance.”

“Sure they will. And if not… well they don’t really have a choice because I’m DM.”

“DM?”

“…Dungeon Master.”

“Oh,” You giggled. 

“Yeah… it’s dumb, but it’s fun.”

“No, no. It’s not dumb at all. Especially since it’s something you love.”

A twinkle appeared in his eyes when you said this. He looked you up and down, and you started to get more flustered.

“You sure it’d be okay?” You asked him again.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. Then I’ll be there. For real this time. I promise.”

“Cool. Good. See you next week, then.”

He nodded at you, clapping his hands behind his back, then took a couple of slow steps away before turning on his heel with a little skip to get into his van. You waved and turned slowly, too, a giant grin on your face. You couldn’t help it. When you started walking back to your car, you saw all three of the boys smirking at you knowingly. Your smile fell immediately and you glared at them and waved a hand to try to get them to stop being so obvious, but this just spurred them on more. Lucas turned around in the backseat and wrapped his arms around himself, pretending that he was making out with someone. Mike and Dustin laughed at this hysterically, but you were mortified. You ran quickly towards your car and got in, reaching into the backseat to push him by the shoulder to get him to stop.

“Real mature. Thanks for that,” You muttered as you started up your car. They were still laughing loudly, completely amused with themselves. 

“What the hell was that about?” Dustin asked from the passenger seat, his voice cracking from holding back a giggle.

“What was what?” You snapped. 

“That conversation! Did you guys know each other before tonight?”

“Yeah… A little.”

“I’m sorry, how do you know him?” Mike asked, gaining a little bit of his snark back after Lucas’s mockery of you cheered him up a little. 

“Just… from school. I don’t know him that well. Why?”

“Because he’s… cool.”

You glared at him in your rearview with a scoff.

“What Mike is trying to say is, you guys are pretty… different,” Lucas added, trying to make you feel better.

“Yeah, I know exactly what Mike was trying to say…” You grumbled under your breath, then turned your head to the backseat. “How did you guys meet him anyways?”

“He let us sit with him on the first day of school,” Mike explained. 

“Yeah, he’s the only one who would…” Lucas complained. Dustin ignored him and continued the explanation. 

“Then he told us about Hellfire and asked us if we wanted to join. We’ve been eating lunch with him ever since. He’s awesome.” 

Typical. He was still constantly trying to rescue people and make them feel like they belonged, like a real-life knight in shining armor. You sighed loudly before you could stop yourself.

“Well, that definitely sounds like Eddie,” You murmured.

You saw Lucas and Mike give each other a look in the rearview mirror. 

“I thought you said you didn’t know him that well,” Mike interrogated you. 

“Look, I don’t, okay?” You replied defensively. “We’ve only talked a handful of times.”

“Could have fooled me…” Dustin muttered, and you turned your head to glare at him. “Electricity,” He explained simply with an apologetic shrug.

“Electricity?” You repeated quizzically.

“Yeah. It’s just… something Steve said.”

The color left your face at the mention of his name. 

“What exactly did Steve say?”

“That when you like somebody, there’s electricity. You can’t see it, but you can feel it. Like, before a storm. I saw it with Max and Lucas before they even did. That’s how I felt when I met Suzie. And you and Eddie definitely had it, too.”

You stared silently at the road, contemplating this. Then you sighed and turned back to Dustin.

“What else did he say?”

“I don’t know. A lot of things. He told me that if I like a girl, I should act like I don’t care to drive her crazy.”

“He told me that, too,” Lucas added. You scoffed at them.

“And that worked for you guys?”

Dustin shrugged.

“I didn’t have to do that with Suzie.”

“Lucas? Did that work on Max?”

“When she gets mad at me, absolutely. I just wait it out and she always comes back… eventually.”

You chortled loudly at this.

“Bullshit,” You said through a giggle. “There’s no way she falls for that. That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard.”

“He also said that some girls want you to be more aggressive,” Dustin added, “And others like it when you’re slow and stealthy.”

“Like a ninja,” Lucas said, holding his hands up as if he was practicing a karate stance. 

“Oh my god,” You groaned. 

Is that what he was doing at Sattler’s Quarry that night? Moving in on you stealthily, like a fucking ninja? You cursed yourself for falling for his stupid tricks. 

“His advice is sound, trust me,” Dustin shrugged. “Maybe he could help you out with Eddie, too.”

You clenched your jaw, your fists tightening around your steering wheel. 

“I don’t need his help,” You snapped a little too harshly. Dustin looked at you quizzically, and you cleared your throat to pretend like the animosity in your tone was a fluke. “Neither do you guys,” You added, your tone much softer. “Trust me, his love life is an absolute mess. You shouldn’t be listening to him.”

“Isn’t yours, too?” Mike sneered.

You wanted to be mad, but he wasn’t wrong. Plus he had been suspiciously quiet for this conversation, especially since taunting Steve was one of his favorite past-times. It was probably because his relationship with El was still on the rocks. You decided to take it easy on him. 

“I… okay, smartass. First of all, how would you even know that? And secondly, why are we still talking about this? I’m changing the subject. Can somebody explain to me what exactly happened with Will? He doesn’t wanna play D&D anymore?”

You eyed Mike, but he was watching out the window quietly, his arms crossed. Dustin turned around to look at Lucas, and Lucas shrugged back at him.

“Alright… never mind then,” You muttered, and continued the ride in awkward silence. 

You dropped off Lucas first, then stopped at Dustin’s house. 

“Do you have everything this time?” You asked him as he gathered his belongings and unbuckled his seatbelt. 

“I think so. Thanks for the ride.”

He got out and leaned into the car before he shut the door. 

“By the way, we may have been making fun of you, but I do think it would be cool if you and Eddie got together.”

You smiled at him. 

“Thanks, Dustin.”

He shut the door and waved as he walked away. 

“See you same time next week!” He called. You scoffed at this. He knew as well as you did that you would be using them as an excuse to make Hellfire a weekly visit to spend time with Eddie. After you pulled away, you eyed Mike once again in the backseat.

“You’ve been awfully quiet tonight. That’s unlike you. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. Guess we’ll just continue to sit in awkward silence while you mope around, then.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head at you, his arms still crossed defiantly. Then eventually, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Will’s moving to California,” He whispered. You jerked your head around to try to look at him out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” You asked incredulously.

“He didn’t want to come tonight because his mom is moving them to California next month and he was upset that we’re going to be part of a new party without him. That’s what he was telling me today, after school.”

Your eyebrows knitted together sadly. So Joyce had decided to move away after all. You weren’t necessarily surprised, considering how miserable she seemed, but it was still a shock. She held out as long as she could. 

“The others don’t know?” You asked him quietly, unsure what else to say.

“No. Not yet.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were certain that their party would have been tied together for life. You had promised Will as much. But now that suddenly wasn’t a guarantee anymore. It was a crushing blow, especially for Mike. He had been carrying the weight of being the only one of his friends who knew all night. No wonder he was so upset. 

“I’m sorry, Mike,” You said gently. It was the only thing left to say. 

“Yeah. I know,” He sighed. “Me too.”

Then a hush fell over the car, and the two of you sat in melancholy silence for the rest of the ride to Mike’s house. 

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