#in the end it pretty much comes down to my updates being rare and my posts on here being even rarer

[thecomfortgoth]

Peeping Tom Part 1

18+ MDNI (just don't, ok?)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader x Perv!Steve Harrington

Summary: You're behind the school with your boyfriend Eddie making out, things get a little hot and heavy.. and then you see that someone is watching you..

WC: 6k

CW: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, masturbation, slight persuasion, use of degrading pet names, use of praisey pet names, posessiveness, voyeurism/exhibitionism (one party doesn't know it's happening, sorry), Steve being a huge secret pervert, Eddie being a little gross and pervy himself towards the end, semi public sex, kinda Dom!Eddie, all characters are 18+

Please let me know if I've forgotten anything and I can update it.

A/N: This was just a little something that came to my mind randomly a while ago, I've had it on my "to write" list for ages and decided to finally check it off, now that I'm actually starting to put some content out there. Enjoy! Please leave feedback, I always like to hear how people have enjoyed my writing.

Requests are OPEN

Smut under the cut

"Hurry up, Eds, come on. We don't have long" you giggled as you held your boyfriend's hand, leading him around to that little spot behind the gym block that you had both claimed as your little makeout spot. It was down a nice little alley, secluded apart from the two openings at either end. One of which was a brick wall that meant you could only go right or left and those little pathways leading off of it were rarely used by anyone, if ever. So it was pretty prime makeout spot material. You were surprised no one else had found it before. Unless you just didn't know about it.

"Oh don't you worry sweetheart, I'm coming alright" he said from behind you with a big smirk that you could literally hear, grabbing your hips and leaning around to nip at your ear, humming against your warm skin.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, turning to face him, taking his hand again as you turned the corner and walked backwards further into the alley. "Stop being such a pervert babe, just hurry up and kiss me" you said, biting your lip as you slowly backed towards the wall, squeezing at his hand.

He grinned at you and obliged, his palms grabbing you by both sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours, making your back hit the wall a little harder than he'd intended, mumbling a small apology to you. You just melted into the kiss though, sighing into his mouth as you rested your hands on his biceps, slowly rubbing them up and down and gently squeezing. You loved Eddie's arms, all that lifting amps and guitars and music equipment from his band's shows and practices really paid off. He didn't look very strong to most people, but he definitely was. You for one knew it by the way he lifted you with ease and threw you around in his bedroom or the back of his van. Or one time The Hideout bathrooms.

"I've been waiting for this all day, I always miss you so much when I have to go to these stupid fucking classes" your boyfriend hummed against your lips, his hands now moving to your waist and gripping at you, pulling your body against his as he crowded you against the wall. All you could do was nod your head and make a soft noise of agreement, not wanting to stop kissing him even for one second.

You lived for moments like this, however small they were. When you had Eddie all to yourself, even if it was just a quick makeout session when you'd both left class early feigning stomach aches because you'd missed each other too much. It didn't matter that you'd just saw each other at lunch, you were inseparable and you both really noticed the others absence when you weren't together. Even if it was something as simple as Eddie going to the store to grab some snacks for your movie night, you'd find yourself launching your body at him as soon as he came back, kissing him like he'd been gone for a lot longer than 10 minutes. And he was just as bad sometimes.

Eddie's hands began to wander, gripping at the soft cotton of your little black tank top, bunching it in his hands as he flicked his tongue across your lips, begging you to open up and let him in. You obliged without even thinking, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, your lips parting to which he took full advantage of, licking into your mouth with a small groan coming from him.

You could tell he was getting a little worked up, with the way your tank top was slowly riding up a little more each second, his greedy hands possessively gripping at it and trying to slyly move it up your skin. Your hands moved to his to sort yourself out a little, trying to pull the top down again. But his hands continued travelling upwards over the material, now cupping your breasts and squeezing. You weren't wearing a bra, so the slightest of friction on your nipples made you gasp a little into his mouth.

"Eds.." you said quietly, breaking the kiss and sounding slightly whiny. "Come on, we said this would be a quick makeout, you can undress me when we get back to yours later" you giggled, feeling his lips latch onto your jaw and suck a little mark into your skin, making you close your eyes and relish in the sensation.

"Baby, I can't help it. God they feel so good.. I gotta see em, please?" He groaned again, his lips now travelling down your jaw in little wet kisses towards your chin and moving to the other side. "Come on, show me your gorgeous tits and then that'll be it, I promise. Just flash me a little bit and I can hold off till later". He sounded desperate, but not in the way where he was whiney or pathetic sounding.

You didn't respond, hoping that if you just ignored it, he'd hopefully not push it any further. One of your hands found his face, gripping his chin gently and guiding him back to your lips, kissing him harder and deeper, your tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths as you let out an involuntary soft moan into his mouth. Fuck. That wasn't going to help matters. And it didn't.

He groaned and pressed his body against yours, slotting his thigh between your legs and pushing you further into the wall as his hands moved down and slipped under your top, his rough palms now fully engulfing your bare tits, his thumbs gently flicking over your peaked nipples. A shudder ran through you as he did so, gripping onto his arms a little harder as he palmed at you and squeezed the soft skin of your breasts.

"Jesus, please show me 'em sweetheart. Just gotta see em for a second, promise" he said, his voice sounding rough and a tad fucked out as he began trailing his kisses down your neck, finding that one sensitive spot you had that he knew you wouldn't be able to resist and sinking his teeth in, latching on and sucking another bruise into your skin. It made you gasp and grab at his shoulders, looking up at the sky as your eyes fluttered closed from how he was sucking on that spot of your neck and working his thumbs over your nipples, hands shoved up the fabric of your tight top and definitely stretching it out. You tried to swallow down the little whimper that escaped you as he sucked particularly hard, he fucking knew just how to make you give in to him.

You knew he wasn't about to let this go. And when Eddie really wanted something, he got it. You tried to think of an excuse, one worthy enough of Eddie Munson and his stubborn ass. But you were shit out of luck. There wasn't one. You closed your eyes for a second, letting out a sigh as he squeezed a little harder at your tits, slightly pinching your nipples between his thumb and index finger, your back arching a little against the wall as he did so. "Fine" you said, trying to sound annoyed but how could you when he had you like this? "But I swear, just for a second and no more. I don't need someone coming around the corner and seeing me standing here with my tits out"

He let go of your skin from his mouth with a wet pop, kissing the now dark purple mark on the juncture of your neck which made you whimper slightly again, before he pulled back with a shit eating grin on his face. He palmed at your tits once more, biting his lip and nodding down towards them. "Go on then princess. Show me the goods" he winked at you, taking his hands out from under your top and resting them on your hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the skin just above where the waistband of your cute little plaid skirt lay.

You rolled your eyes at him, trying hard not to let the smile on your face crack through. You didn't want him to think you were enjoying this. But you kinda were. Even if you were terrified of someone catching you and seeing you indecent at school, it was sort of exciting. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you moved your hands down towards the hem of your shirt, grabbing at it with your fingertips gently and slowly sliding it up your body, almost as if you were teasing him.

He looked at you completely entranced, his eyes widening as you revealed your tits to him, watching as you lifted the tight fabric up and over and both of your breasts bounced out from underneath, jiggling as they settled where they naturally lay. You held the top up just at your collarbones even though you didn't have to, gulping as you looked side to side, making sure no one was coming. If someone did appear, then you could quickly cover yourself up again.

Eddie's gaze was completely and utterly on your chest. His mouth hung open wide, eyes almost popping out of his skull as he stared at them like he'd never seen them before, like you were showing him for the first time that night in his bedroom when you'd confessed that you had a crush on him. He was a complete sucker for your tits. He swears he'd never see a better pair. Not even in nudey magazines or pornos he'd sometimes smuggle home from Family Video.

"Okay, is that enough? Can I put them away now and we can get back to smooching a little more?" You giggled, about to move the top back down and cover yourself up again. What you didn't see was Eddie moving without thinking, grabbing both your tits with his hands and his mouth latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue over it as you looked down and gasped. "Eddie! Come on, we can't do this here" you hissed at him, watching as he looked up at you and then closed his eyes, pinching your other nipple as his teeth grazed at the one his mouth was currently attached to, a muffled groan coming from him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan a little as he moved to the other one quickly, your hands coming away from where your top sat bunched up against your collarbones, one moving into his hair and tugging at it, trying to get him off of you. But it was no use, it just made him suck harder at your nipple, biting at the sensitive bud as his tongue flicked faster.

"E-Eddie.. not here..." you complained pathetically, your cheeks now completely red and flushed with embarrassment, the thought of someone coming around the corner and catching you with your boyfriend with his mouth quite literally glued to your chest making your heart thud harder than it normally would when he did this. His free hand had started to wander too, fingers running up the inside of your thigh under your skirt, the cool rings on each of his fingers making you shiver a little as they brushed against your skin.

"Why not? No ones here, no one ever comes here baby, come on.. let's just have a little fun hm?" He said as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, fluttering his damn long lashes at you while his tongue peeked out of his mouth and circled each of your now stiff nipples, paying equal attention to them both as his hand under your skirt moved higher, your leg instinctively lifting up for him as he cupped your pussy gently and rubbed his fingers over the damp lace of your panties, a shaky quiet moan coming from you as he did so, your hand flying to your mouth to cover it. You didn't need anyone who was nearby hearing that kind of noise and suddenly getting intrigued.

"We can be quick, I promise, I just.. fuck, I need you so bad. And I know you need me too, I can feel how wet you are already" he grinned up at you, teeth grazing over your nipple as his fingers moved up and toyed with the elastic at the top of your underwear, sliding his hand down into them, two of his fingers parting your folds and stroking you teasingly, gathering up some of your wetness from your entrance on his middle finger. "Oh, my little slut really is fucking dripping for me"

Your eyes rolled back a little, another moan coming from you muffled by your hand. He knew he had you right where he wanted you, he knew you wouldn't be able to resist much longer, especially when he was talking to you like that. So he moved his mouth back onto one of your peaked nipples and sucked at it again, groaning and finding your clit with his fingers. As soon as he started to rub slow circles over it, you shuddered and fell forward a little. Your hand coming away from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut and then looked down at him. He was making you feel so fucking good, his fingers were well and truly skilled, as was his mouth. You cursed past you for all those nights you spent teaching him exactly how you liked it, all those nights he discovered a new way to make you crumble. And this was one of them. Sucking your tits while rubbing your pussy was always one way Eddie could get whatever he wanted. And he always looked so fucking pretty while doing it, even with a shit eating grin on his face because he knew exactly what it did to you.

"Fine. Okay, fine. But be quick, please Eds, I don't wa-" you were cut off by Eddie suddenly unlatching from your nipple, both of his hands suddenly under your skirt and pulling your panties down your legs. A little dumbfounded by how quickly he was getting them off you, you stepped out of them and watched him stuff them into his back pocket as he stood up again. Grinning at you devilishly, he was suddenly lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as you grabbed at his shoulders and let out a surprised squeal, one of his hands holding you up under your ass and squeezing, his other hand down at his belt unbuckling himself and making quick work of undoing his jeans.

Now he had you giving into him and giving him what he wanted, he'd do as he wanted. "I'll be as quick as I want to be. Or maybe I'll take my time. Make you late for class cause you're too busy being stuffed with my cock" he chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he freed his cock from his boxers, shoving them and his jeans down underneath his ass and moving closer to you again, rubbing his cock against your drenched slit as your boyfriend pinned you against the wall with his full body.

You could feel the fat head of him dripping with precum and nudging against your clit, making you whine a little. Eddie was long and thick, definitely the biggest you'd ever had. At first you'd been intimidated by his cock, but that was long gone now. You loved it, you begged for it sometimes too. You bit your lip and looked up at him, watching as he smirked and groaned, his nose slotted beside yours, letting your slick coat his cock as he made you needier for him. "Eddie please.. just.. just..."

Without another word, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly started to push himself inside you, holding you up against the wall with both hands under your ass. Both of your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, one hand on his back and the other in his hair, your mouth hung open as he stretched you out slowly, a choked moan coming from you as he bottomed out, stilling for a moment to let you adjust. You'd been with Eddie for months now, but you still needed a second to get used to him when he was fully inside you.

"Jesus FUCK angel, so fucking tight and so wet. And it's all for me ain't it?" He groaned, burying his face into your neck as he all but lost his mind, feeling your warm velvety walls clench down on him at his words. He slowly drew back and thrusted in again, making you bite down hard on your lip so you didn't moan too loudly as the sting of the stretch turned into burning pleasure, nodding slowly to agree with him that you were infact all his.

You were still absolutely fucking terrified of being caught. Of another student who was also ditching class stumbling across you both while trying to find somewhere secret to smoke or something. Or worse.. a teacher who'd been on the lookout for ditching students. The thought of it made you come to your senses a little, looking around cautiously as Eddie started fucking into you slowly but hard, mumbling curses into your neck and squeezing your tits, making you mewl under his touch. Maybe no one would come out here. Maybe you could just enjoy your boyfriend fucking you at school, when you should both be in class.

You were just about to look back at him and stop worrying so much, when suddenly you saw something move out of the corner of your eye and your heart almost fucking stopped. Your head snapped to where you saw the movement and you gasped loudly. You saw a little piece of brown wavy hair and an eye peeking out from the corner.

Someone was watching you.

Someone was watching Eddie fuck you right now. You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your throat, your mouth opening to try and speak, but only being able to let out a strangled noise as Eddie fucked you a little harder and squeezed at your ass, his fingers digging into the globe of it. You were about to slap his shoulder, alert him to something being wrong, when the person watching moved out of the corner a little more and pressed their finger to their lips and shaking their head, telling you to be quiet as their mouth moved in a silent "Shhh". It was then that you saw exactly who it was.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington was watching your boyfriend fuck you right now against a wall behind the gym block. Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, the captain of the basketball team, the beer keg champion. The pervert.

You looked at him in complete confusion, wondering what he was doing. How long had he been there? How much had he seen? You shook your head a little at him, waving your hand at him as if to shoo him off. But it was just as the head of Eddie's cock nudged at your g-spot in the right way and made you cry out in a moan, your head falling back against the wall that he was currently rutting you into. "Oh, there she is, is that good baby? Let it all out, let me hear all your pretty noises" Eddie mumbled, kissing up your jaw with his eyes clamped shut, mouthing at you sloppily as he moaned himself completely unabashedly. He clearly wasn't caring if you got caught. And he clearly wasn't aware of Steve's presence right now.

He'd always thought you were hot, you were insanely pretty and he'd always imagined what your tits looked like, maybe he'd even jerked off to your yearbook picture a couple times too. So when he had been walking around the school to cool off after Billy Hargrove pissed him off one too many times in gym class and he happened to stumble across you flashing your tits to Eddie, he absolutely couldn't pass up this opportunity. He immediately got hard as a rock and.. well he just couldn't help his 'manly urges'. He had to help himself out. And he definitely didn't want to stop watching when things got hotter and heavier.

You looked over at Steve again in a slight panic, seeing him watching you both intently, his eyes completely open wide in awe, licking his lips like he was concentrating hard on something. You quickly registered the fact that he looked like he was a little flushed. And then you saw his gym shorts were pushed down a little, his hand wrapped around his thick pink cock while he gripped at himself tightly, his other hand lifting his shirt up a little to let you see his toned stomach. You didn't think he was as big as Eddie from where you could see, but shit he definitely had a big dick. A little bit of precum dribbled from the slit of it and he immediately swiped it away, using his thumb to rub it into his cock and making eye contact with you, stroking at himself faster and smirking. He was enjoying that he'd been caught watching you both.

You couldn't fucking believe this. Not only was he watching Eddie fuck you, but he was getting off to it too. You were livid. You were absolutely disgusted. You were more soaked than you'd ever been. You're not sure why.. but having Steve watch you two was making your cunt flutter more around Eddie and your juices drip out of you. Eddie always usually had you soaked, but something about being watched like this, about someone seeing you completely indecently, your tits bouncing every single time Eddie thrusted his hips harshly into you.. yeah, it was fucking hot.

"Faster Eddie.. please.. god, please fuck me faster" you gasped, tugging at his hair and nibbling at his ear, keeping eye contact with Steve the whole time, deciding that if he wasn't going to shy away in embarrassment now that he's been caught and he was gonna continue to watch, then you better give him a good show right? Eddie, of course, obliged, cursing under his breath as he grabbed you under your thighs and shifted you up the wall a little, his hips snapping against your thighs hard enough to definitely leave bruises the next day.

Steve's eyes widened more and he raised his eyebrows as you spoke, lifting his hand up to his mouth and spitting into his hand, before going back to jerking himself off, trying to match the speed of which Eddie was fucking you now. He bit his lip to stop him from moaning, his eyes flicking from your face, your tits and Eddie's ass rutting into you. He couldn't help but imagine exactly how Eddie's length looked sliding in and out of your tight cunt, biting down on his lip harder as his head fell back for a second, before reminding himself that it was happening right in front of him and he could look. His head snapped back up, and he looked at you with a dark look in his eyes, his tongue darting over his lips and wetting them, moving out of the corner a little more and letting you get a good look at him and what he was doing.

No one knew this, but Steve liked being a bit of a disgusting pervert. Everyone thought just because he was "The King" and got any girl he wanted falling at his feet that he wouldn't need to be. He kinda liked the thought of spying on people when he thought they were alone. He'd never done it before, not until now. He'd thought about doing it plenty of times at parties, hiding in closets and waiting until some unsuspecting couple came stumbling into the room looking for somewhere private to fuck each others brains out. But he'd always chicken out and never actually acted on it. Not until this perfect opportunity presented itself and literally fell at his feet.

You gasped as you watched him, still a little in disbelief, moaning into Eddie's ear as he continued ramming into you. "Oh god, yeah, that's it baby, just like that, keep doing that, fuck that cock feels so good" you moaned out, keeping eye contact with Steve and licking your own lips slowly as your head fell back against the wall again, one hand coming to grab at your own breast and toying with your nipple, feeling yourself get closer to your orgasm. You weren't sure if you were playing it up on purpose now because Steve was watching, or if Eddie really was just making you feel that good. You felt his hand slide between your bodies, immediately finding your clit and making you cry out his name as he began furiously rubbing at your sensitive bud.

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Gonna gush all over this big dick, hm?" Eddie panted into your neck, groaning as he felt you clamp down on him. "That's it, come on princess, let me see you cum all over my dick" he said raspily as he lifted his head and looked down at the way your cunt swallowed his cock whole, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself up as he parted your legs wider and held you there.

You nodded your head, your eyes flicking to him and then over to Steve again who was now tugging at himself furiously, standing on his tiptoes, hoping to get a tiny glimpse of your soaked cunt. He had to quickly cover his mouth as he caught sight of Eddie's fingers moving rapidly over your clit and sucked a breath in, stopping himself from making any noise and ultimately being caught by your boyfriend. He wasn't quite sure how Eddie would react, probably not in a great way since he saw how possessive he was over you, how he'd give death stares to any guy who's eyes lingered on you a little too long. Definitely not in the way you had reacted. He was still surprised at how you didn't even say anything, how you didn't rat him out and seemed to actually enjoy him watching you two. And God was he grateful. You're not sure why you didn't say, and you're even more unsure of why you're enjoying him watching your boyfriend about to make you cum.

"I'm.. I'm gonna cum! Eddie, fuck! I'm cumming!" You moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you felt your back arch and that knot in your stomach break, your orgasm washing over you with a loud gasp, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your head lulled forward and you opened your eyes, watching yourself squirt all over your boyfriends dick, his fingers rubbing at your clit making it a little more messy than it should have been, your fingers digging into the back of his neck, your nails leaving little half moon marks as he hissed at the feeling.

You'd never done that before. Eddie continued looking down as he felt the liquid spill from you, his eyes widening as he realised what had just happened. "Holy shit.. holy fucking shit" he said with a gasp, looking up at you and fucking into you faster, grabbing your jaw with his fingers covered in your release and kissing you hard, moaning into your mouth as he made out with you filthily, chasing his own high. His movements started to stutter and you opened your eyes, looking over as you watched Steve tug harshly at his now angry looking cock, his face screwing up as he looked at the puddle of your cum underneath you both and the way he was fucking into you. You moaned back into Eddie's mouth, your eyes half lidded and your mind fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Cum for me baby, want you to cum for me please" you whimpered out against Eddie's lips. A small part of you was talking to Steve too, wanting to see the face he made when he orgasmed out of curiosity more than anything else. He knew you were talking to him too, nodding his head as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed, letting you know he was close, his chest heaving as his eyes glazed over.

"M'cumming sweetheart, don't you worry, m'gonna fill you up baby, oh fuck, shit!" Eddie grunted out, his voice cracking as he did just that, panting against your cheek as he gasped and moaned your name, his eyes squeezing shut tight. His forehead rested against your temple as he slowed down his movements and twitched a little, thrusting into you shakily as his cum spilled into your now oversensitive pussy, the sensation of it making you whine.

You watched as Steve's own face scrunched up and he gasped quietly, his eyelids fluttering a little as he fought to keep them open so he could keep looking. His mouth was hanging open, his hand rubbing at his length as he shot thick ropes of cum out onto the ground, his body jerking forward a little and making him stumble, cursing under his breath silently as his head fell back and he milked every last drop from himself. He looked down and watched as the last few drops of his cum dribbled out, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You're really not fucking sure why you find watching him cum so hot, why it made you whine just as Eddie did when he came inside you. You can't believe how much he came too, blinking slowly as you looked all of it on the ground in front of him.

"God baby.. you.. you fucking squirted" Eddie said in a breathy chuckle, opening his eyes and grabbing your jaw, guiding you back to kiss him, this time was much softer than before. He was being gentle with you now. "You've never done that before, my filthy girl. Was it really that hot, getting fucked behind the school where we could be caught? It was the hottest fucking thing that's ever happened to me, that's for sure" You giggled into his mouth and shrugged your shoulders. If only he knew.

"Maybe a lil' bit. Maybe you just turned me on that much" you said with a grin as you kissed him back, wincing a little as he slid himself out of you. He slowly lowered you down, rubbing gently at your tits and slowly lifting your top down for you, not before he kissed each of your sensitive nipples, which made you squirm and push at his shoulders gently in protest.

"Goodbye girls, I'll miss you" he said to your boobs with a big fake pout, looking at them and smoothing the fabric of your tank top back down your body as you watched Steve putting his cock away into his gym shorts. He was nodding his head with a grin on his face, almost like he was agreeing with Eddie. And it made you giggle just as much as Eddie's fake pouting did. You held your hand out expectantly, raising your eyebrows at Eddie. Who just looked up at your hand and then at you, cocking his head to the side with a dumb smile on his face. "What baby?"

"Um.. my underwear maybe? I kinda need those. Unless you want everyone to see your cum dribbling down my legs" you scoffed, already feeling some of it sliding down the inside of your thigh. You watched him as he squatted down in front of you and lifted your skirt up fully again, holding it bunched in his hand at the waistband. You felt your cheeks get all hot and looked over at Steve again who was smirking and leaning against the wall, his eyes glued to your pussy as Eddie lifted one of your thighs with the hand not holding your skirt up, spreading you out and revealing your creampied messy cunt to him. And to Steve.

"Keep your leg up just like that for me, Princess. Just like that, need to have a good look at my pretty pussy" he said, his voice low and gently commanding. You did as he said, keeping it held up and looked back down at Eddie, watching as he hummed and scratched his chin with a smirk on his face, like he was thinking about something. He took your panties from his back pocket and wiped up the cum from your leg slowly, grinning up at you. He gently wiped over your cunt a little too, chuckling darkly when you jerked and hissed with how sensitive you were.

Steve thought he was going to blow his load again as he watched on. He hadn't really seen just how perfect your pussy was. So pink and wet, your clit practically throbbing still. And it looked so fucking good filled with cum too. He began to wonder if Eddie did in fact know he was there and was just trying to make him jealous, showing him that it was his cum inside of you and not Steve's. Either way, he wasn't particularly fussed, he still got a great view of your legs spread and what lay between them.

"There. That should do it. I don't think you need panties anyway, considering I'm just gonna have you on my cock in a couple hours again anyway" he shrugged and winked at you, standing up to his full height and letting your skirt fall back down around your thighs, both of your feet firmly planted on the ground again as he shoved the now soiled panties back into his back pocket. You rolled your eyes at him and slapped his chest gently with a hand.

"You're disgusting" you laughed, shaking your head and smoothing your skirt out. "Come on, we're already late for class since someone decided me flashing them wasn't enough" you said with a small sigh as you reached out for his hand and pushed yourself up off the wall, smiling wide at him.

He grinned at you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. "You love that I'm disgusting" he winked at you, making you roll your eyes again. It was true. You kinda did love it when he was gross like that. "It's never enough, sweetheart. You know I can't resist you" he said as he kissed your cheek sloppily and loudly, accentuating the Mwah! sound of his lips smacking against your skin. You giggled and looked over your shoulder, watching as Steve stood there and winked at you, kissing the air towards you and flicking his tongue at you lewdly.

"That was fun though, Eddie. Maybe we should do it again sometime. Was kinda hot thinking we might get caught" you said, watching as he turned back around the corner and walked away, smirking as he heard what you said. Eddie simply chuckled and looked down at you, right as you turned to look up at him, smiling wide and melting into his side.

"Oh my girl enjoyed that did she? Are you a little exhibitionist baby? You want one of the jocks to catch us and see what they're missing out on and can't ever have cause you're all mine?" He said as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, making you giggle.

"Maybe a little bit..." you shrugged your shoulder, blushing at the fact that you know one of the jocks had already caught you. And it was Steve fucking Harrington nonetheless, who stood there and jerked off right in front of you, totally uncaring. Steve would definitely think about what he'd just witnessed later. Your jiggly round tits and your puffy dripping cunt was firmly embedded in his wank bank as jerk off material now. Or for when he was sleeping with some chick who was a little less skilled than he was used to and he needed something to get him off.

And maybe every now and then you'd think back to it too, to when you'd thought you had Eddie all alone behind the gym block..

But instead there was a peeping tom named Steve Harrington, watching your completely oblivious boyfriend cum inside you as you licked your lips at him and watched him stroke his cock.

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[jjuwuni]

shortcut to heaven | yang jungwon x oc

pairings — yang jungwon x reader

genre — fluff, angst, college!au, fake dating trope, drama, occasional smut (minors dni please)

summary —  Two strangers seemingly cross paths, everywhere they go. 

Would they find their heaven among their chaotic lives? 

“ That’s right, I’m talking to you, ” Jungwon, THE Yang Jungwon, with his arm, outstretched, index pointing right at me, “ Do you want to be my girlfriend? Fake girlfriend, that is, so make sure you don't end up falling for me. ” With his right dimple in full view, he smirks at me. 

And that was the day my whole life turned upside down.

warnings — a SOCMED AU but with heavy narrations, fake dating trope with some twist n' turns, compared to my other stuff this one is definitely more on the cute, fluff side hehe so not much warnings in terms of content ! OT7 enha is present, as well as probably other 4th gen idols, will use nwjns minji as the faceclaim for y/n, alcohol, drunken mishaps, profanity, there might be slightly dark themes surrounding family and love, no mnc i assure you, making out, smut etc. will happen so minors 👀 watching you !

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A/N: hi there ! back with another update ! enjoy ^^ it's another jam-packed type of update hehe let me know what you guys think of it ! please don't be shy to comment or talk to me or anything, i always love it when i hear from you. also, taglist is OPEN! for this.

taglist: @jwnghyuns, @sparklingsjy

A FEW DAYS LATER .. (party time 🥳)

NARRATION — READER'S POV

Jin could only sigh, she knew her older brother was very protective of her and she couldn’t do anything about it. Her brother used to study in the same school, but later on, dropped out as he decided to pursue his music career. His band, “Spring Memories” got their big break from one of their songs going viral on social media, and he opted to be a full-time musician instead.

As much as their parents were against the idea of him dropping out, they were still supportive of him. Even though the money wasn’t consistently coming in, her parents have always been very encouraging people, showing both their kids their support in whatever it is they want to do.

One thing’s for sure, her older brother had always been there for her, even though they rarely see each other now.

@Vampire 🧛🧛🧛 ft. creepy dude

NARRATION — READER'S POV

To Jinae’s dismay, half of the night was spent trying to run away and hide from people. She wouldn’t say that she was the most popular girl in her school, that was Han Sooyoung’s title, rightfully so. Much like the four guys, she held as much influence as the other guys did – belonging to the top 1% of society, poised to inherit a huge company, beautiful, smart, the works. 

Even so, she would be lying if she said she hadn’t received offers to go out here and there. 

“Ugh, it’s so hard being this pretty, right? I can relate.” Says Sunoo as she sits beside him once people finally leave her alone. Jinae mustered out a grin with a small laugh, happy that her best friend had made light of the situation for her. 

“I just don’t get it, why does this happen?” She responds, her face sullen.

Sunoo could only roll his eyes, sliding a glass full of whatever kind of cocktail they were serving, “How many times do I have to explain this to you?” Sighing out heavily, he leaned over so that they’d be shoulder to shoulder, speaking loud enough over the bass-boosted music so that his best friend would get it through her thick skull, “Why do you think so many people come to watch you dance? You’re the best female dancer out there Jin, it's no question that you have people’s attention.” He couldn’t even fathom how his bestie hadn’t picked up on this all. 

“Plus, you know I have the latest gossip around school, right?” Sunoo takes a small sip before continuing, for dramatic effect, “Well, I heard people have been talking about whether you’re Team Sooyoung or Team Jinae. People talk about you two being the prettiest girls in school. It’s as simple as that.”

Even though Sunoo had laid it out piece by piece and even spelled it out for her, she still couldn’t understand why. Looking back, all her life she has heard that she was pretty, with her parents and friends even trying to convince her to go into acting or being an idol, or even join those survival shows on TV. 

But that just wasn’t her, it wasn’t her thing. As cliche as it was, Jinae didn’t want the attention. 

All she wanted was a quiet university experience, and for her to be able to graduate so she could get a good job to secure her family’s future.

Unable to come up with a response to Sunoo, she proceeds to down the rest of the cocktail in the glass she was holding onto, before reaching for another one.

Minutes passed and the pace at which she was drinking, coupled with the dizzying strobe lights and deafening music all contributed to her feeling intoxicated.

Jake was nowhere to be found, and Sunoo eventually got bored of sitting around and decided to take to the dance floor, being the life of the party as per usual.

Meanwhile, Jinae decided it was time to go to the bathroom.

Given, that she didn’t frequent this particular club much, along the way to the bathroom, she got lost, not knowing where to go. 

But it was there that she was met by something that changed the course of her night, or in this case, someone.

THE FOREVER "WTF HAPPENED LAST NIGHT" QUESTION

THE NIGHT AFTER (ft. the cutest wallpaper)

WHAT HAPPENED??? 👀 (we finally get the answer)

HAPPY MONDAY! 😆

NARRATION — READER'S POV

It was Monday morning and Jin's mind was everywhere but in the present moment. Sitting in class, she was currently in the process of spacing out, caught in her own little world inside of her head.

Truth be told, ever since that night at the club, she had been out of it. She hated it - the fact that she was still ruminating over what happened between her and Jungwon in the janitor's closet.

It all happened so fast, that her intoxicated mind couldn't keep up with it. All she could remember was finding Jungwon somewhat sulking in the closet, then engaging in a conversation with him about the dance club and her spewing out that she hated people like him.

The next memory she had then was her pinned up against the door. She could still remember that moment clearly, Jungwon's arms encasing either side of her head..

"Miss Park.."

His face was so dangerously close to hers. And in that moment she remembered thinking how beautiful the male's eyes were upclose. They were cat-like, almost as if he drew on some cat-eye on himself with an eyeliner.

"Hello?! Earth to Miss Park Jinae?"

And he smelled so damn good, too. Like musky, but with that shower-fresh smell. It was intoxicating, moreso than the god-knows-how-many glasses of cocktails she'd had that night.

Thankfully being pulled out of her trance by someone tapping her on the shoulder, she looked up, mouth slightly agape when she realized that she had been daydreaming this whole time.

Daydreaming about Jungwon, no less.

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"Well, I'll see you later. I have to drop these off at the student council room." Jinae grumbled with a sulky expression, waving goodbye to Sunoo as best she could while balancing the high stack of papers on both her arms.

Because of her little trip to daydream land a while ago, their professor assigned her to do this as punishment for not listening during the lecture. Their teacher happened to be the student government's adviser, so it was only fair that she was given this task.

And as if her day couldn't get any worse, one second, she was on her way inside the student council room, and the next, she was on the ground, with sheets of paper flying everywhere, hearing a loud WHACKing sound before falling on her back on the floor.

It didn't quite register just yet that Jinae had been hit hard by the wooden door, not until she felt a stinging feeling on her forehead.

"O-ow.. what the fuck..." Was all she could say, trying to get her bearings and propping herself up with one elbow from the floor, while her other hand reached to rub at the painful spot in her head.

You know those teenage romcom movies where things suddenly go into slow-mo mode, as this tall, handsome guy approaches you and kneels down to check on you? Well, that was what Jinae was currently going through.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't see you." Said the slender male with white alabaster skin. He had a white button-down on with black slacks, and silver-rimmed glasses to match.

Jinae stared at him, blinking her eyes repeatedly, as it finally dawns on her who the perpetrator was.

Park Sunghoon.

THAT SAME DAY... 😳

THE PLOT THICKEMS...

INTRODUCING ... SUNGHOON'S DUMP ACCT!

ANOTHER EYESEMOJI MOMENT?

#& - series: sth. #i'm just likeeeee omg at this update bc wow #if i were jin i'd be having daily heart attacks HAHA #enhypen #enha au #enha x reader #enha fluff #enha imagines #jungwon #enha x y/n #enha x you #enhypen fic #enhypen smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen jungwon smut #jugwon imagines #enhypen scenarios #jungwon x reader #jungwon x you #fake dating #socmed au #jungwon smau #enhypen crack

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Backwards

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: On Saturday morning, you start to remember all the details of the night before. Sharing yours and Bucky’s relationship with your friends, having entirely too much to drink, and being taken care of by your super-soldier. But now that you were sober, it's time to repay the favor… 

Ch 16 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 15 | Ch. 17

Warnings: language, pet names, SMUT [oral - m receiving], a half-baked ending, idk I think that's about it

AN: Hello, I’m back from the dead, and I have nothing to show for myself but a midnight release of some half-beta’d smut 😂 But I TOLD you guys I’d come back!! Y’know, just… two jobs and a deployed boyfriend later 😬 I’m really excited to have this chapter out, I know it’s been a long time coming, but I’m hoping to get back into some kind of groove. I’ve been daydreaming about putting a printed version of Neighbors on my bookshelf, but that requires me to actually finish writing it, lol. And we’re finally tip-toeing the line of seeing events of the show in the fic, so that’ll be exciting 👀 I missed you guys, I’m glad to be back, and I hope you enjoy 💖

EDIT 12-28-23: I did change the ending a little bit, but not my much... I just updated some of the dialogue. It was really throwing off my groove trying to start the next chapter 😂

The soft rays of the morning light filtered in through your blinds, and you woke up gently to the golden light blanketed across your bedroom. There were no alarms to snooze, no obligations to be met, just a beautifully lazy Saturday morning for you to share with the man sleeping beside you. 

It was moments like these that had made these slow mornings one of your favorite things. Rarely did you get to see Bucky’s face relaxed in blissful sleep, normally one to wake up before you and help start your day. But the weekends brought a pleasant lack of worries and expectations for his super-soldier brain to focus on. You loved getting to admire his sharp features in the golden light, mentally charting every detail of his gentle expression before sleep escaped him and his hyper-active mind brought back that crease between his brows. 

And as much as you enjoyed seeing Bucky in such an easy state of being, watching him escape the demons that tormented his waking existence, it never failed to make you smile when you felt him begin to stir in the mornings. 

Before his face would give anything away, you would feel his mismatched hands roam your body, or reach out to find you if they weren’t already. This morning they were wrapped around your waist, and your cheeks began to burn with the force of your smile as you felt Bucky’s right hand slide down the small of your back until he reached your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. And only when you gave a soft laugh in amusement did his expression crack, the corners of his lips tilting up in a smile before he cracked his eyes open to look at you. 

“Good morning,” you cooed, your voice soft as you basked in the adoring attention of his blue-eyed gaze. 

“G’mornin doll,” he slurred, using his vibranium arm to cage you in and press you against the planes of his half-naked body. 

“How’d you sleep?” You offered, hoping that it was a favorable answer. The shrug of his shoulders told you otherwise. 

“Had that dream again, where I’m… him. But I’m fine,” he said with a shrug, which you knew by now meant that he’d had a nightmare that was affecting him more than he could shake, but the last thing he wanted to do was talk about it. At least for now. “How did you sleep, baby?” 

“Pretty good. I think all those drinks I had last night might’ve helped because I didn’t move,” you lamented, and you felt Bucky’s body shake with his quiet laughter. 

“Oh, those drinks certainly did a number on you,” he grinned, clearly replaying the memories of the night before across his eyelids, and finding amusement in the whole situation all over again. When he looked back to find your brow raised in question, he offered another question. “How much do you remember from last night?” 

You scoffed, but couldn’t erase the smile from your cheeks, even in your irritated facade. “How much do I-I remember the night just fine, thank you!” You defended incredulously, going over the details in your own mind before you spat them out in the wrong order and gave him any more ammunition. 

At Charlie and Jay’s dinner party, the two of you kicked off the evening by announcing — prompted by your friends’ schemes — that the two of you were dating. You were official, going steady, cuffed… the list of phrases and jabs went on forever, and most of them were used as the dinner party continued with no lack of questions and pleas for details. 

Some of the conversations, and the number of drinks you had, are all mixed together, the journey home being much the same. At least until you got into the building. You could vaguely remember falling back into Bucky’s arms on the stairs, and without any connecting context, having your shoes in your hand while you were carried bridal style up to your apartment. 

But you did remember the rest of the night. You could remember almost every detail of getting Bucky back into your apartment, and damn near climbing him like a tree. Your intoxication had made you turn feral in an embarrassingly short amount of time, desperate for more of the intimate moments you’d shared before you left for the dinner party. 

“Ask me again when you’re sober,” his voice rang through your head, his words from the night before causing a spark to light inside you. You’d wanted him bad last night, and he had wanted you just as much. 

“Oh, you remember? Is that why I can see the gears turning in your head?” Bucky’s deep voice said from beneath you, the vibration of his baritone bringing you back from your daydreams, back to the reality where your very handsome super-soldier was half-naked beneath you and still had his hand resting on your ass. 

“Mhmm… I remember something about picking up where we left off,” you lilted. You shifted so that you could straddle his hips and get a better look at him, the movement bringing your hips over the already impressive size of him through your thin layers of pajamas and panties. 

You did your best to keep yourself from making any depraved sounds. An involuntary roll of your hips caused Bucky’s eyes to close as he took a sharp inhale, and you felt a shiver surge through you watching how easily you could make him crumble.  

“I believe I was told to ask you again when I was sober…” you whispered, watching his blue eyes focus back on you and darken as he tried to hide his grin. “What do you say, Sarge?” 

With another slight roll of your hips, he adjusted his grip on your ass to squeeze it again, stilling your movement as he twitched beneath you. You tried to keep your whimper at bay, but it did you no good when his vibranium hand found the back of your neck to pull you back down to him, leaning up ever so slightly to crush his lips against yours, eliciting a desperate sound from somewhere you had no control over. 

Bucky kissed you senseless, and you lost yourself in the sensual way his lips molded to yours while his tongue licked at your lips, teasing entrance without giving you the satisfaction. Between his gruff moans and the way your bodies continued to move together, it didn’t take long for a familiar puddle of arousal to appear between your legs, no doubt helped by the growing weight beneath his sweatpants.  

His hands began to roam across your body, caressing anywhere he could reach, and causing a shiver to run up your spine and break the kiss. Bucky smiled up at you through half-lidded eyes, laughing under his breath as your expression started to mirror his. 

“You alright, sweets?” he asked you softly, his hands rubbing a soothing pattern on your back. You nodded enthusiastically, your head swimming with too many inappropriate thoughts to be able to form words, and taking your opportunity to latch onto the stubble-covered skin just beneath his jaw. He hummed in appreciation, and you took your cue to continue traveling downwards, trailing kisses behind his ear and down the column of his neck.  

Bucky’s pleasure-laced laughter rumbled through his chest as you continued your barrage down his collarbones, shifting your hips lower as your trailed kisses down his ridiculously large pecs, and making your way all the way across his washboard abs before he reached a hand down to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. The sweet movement gave you a good pause to stop your affections and look up at him, unable to stop the sly grin that appeared on your face as you settled yourself between his legs, your arms braced against his hips. 

He let out a shaky breath as he smiled at you. “S’this okay?” you asked sweetly, running your hands across his stomach as you waited for his answer. He released another amused breath. 

“I- It’s more than okay,” he grinned, combing his vibranium fingers through your hair, clearly contemplating his words. “But you don’t have to. I don’t want you to think-” 

“I want to, Buck,” you assured soothingly, cutting him off before he had a chance to get in his head. “I want to make you feel good. You took such good care of me last night, now it’s my turn.” 

“That’s part of my job,” he pleaded, not trying to dissuade you, but too stubborn to let this point slide. “I’ll always take care of you, and I don’t ever expect something in return.” 

“Okay, sure. But that’s my job too, y’know,” you argued, satisfied when you could see the gears in his head struggling to find a counter-point. “Let me take care of you, baby… Let me taste you,” you finished with a whisper, enjoying the way his eyelids fluttered at the thought. 

Bucky took a breath as if he was steadying himself, watching you adoringly as he licked his lips. “Show me what you want, sweets.” 

You had to bite your lip to contain your smile, almost immediately jumping to action. You grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling both the pants and his boxers down over his hips, your mouth nearly watering when his cock sprung free. 

You were half convinced you would be just as starstruck by it no matter how many times you saw his dick, admiring his bulging tip hiding beneath the foreskin. You risked another glance up at Bucky, having to contain the excited giggles bubbling inside you before you wrapped your hand around him, giving a few slow pumps to unsheath the angry red tip already starting to leak precum. 

At this point, there was nothing in your head other than what you needed to do to get him in your mouth as soon as possible. You darted your tongue out to lick up his length, making a point to swirl your tongue a little more at that special spot just beneath his tip. His sharp inhale spurred you on, wrapping your lips around his head as you continued to swirl your tongue, and your eyes almost rolled back when his thighs involuntary squeezed around you. 

“Ohhhh shit… I forgot how good this feels,” he laughed breathlessly. You were immediately distracted by this new information, and unashamedly bolstered by the fact that you’d barely had him in your mouth before he was singing your praises. 

“How long has it been? Since you had someone to take care of you like this?” 

“Decades,” he answered firmly, and it sent another shiver through you. It was almost embarrassing how much it turned you on that you would be the first one to give him a blowjob in so long. 

“Mmm, then I guess we’ll just have to make up for it,” you winked, but before Bucky could question your motives you dove right back in, sliding your lips down enough of his length to comfortably fit. He muttered another curse under his breath and you heard his head hit the pillow, rocked with pleasure. 

Now that you’d had a chance to let him get over the initial shock, you set a steady pace. Sucking up his length, and wrapping your tongue around his tip before repeating the process, taking more and more of him each time you bobbed your head. 

“You feel too damn good, babygirl,” he hissed, and you could hear his restless hands shifting around the sheets beneath the two of you as you continued to worship his length. When Bucky’s gentle fingers began to comb through your hair, your eyes rolled back a little as he pushed some of the pieces out of your way. 

With your clear signs of enthusiasm, he took his cue to continue, both of his mismatched hands collecting all of your hair before his right hand grabbed a fistful, holding just enough tension to make you squirm. You couldn’t hold back your own moans of pleasure from the feeling of his hand gripping your hair, sending the vibrations down his cock with your lips wrapped around him, sucking up and down his length as he let out a throaty groan. 

“S’that feel good, sweets? D’you like when I hold you like that?” Bucky asked, fighting his way through the words. You could only hum in agreement from around him, never slowing your ministrations, and taking far too much pleasure in the way it made him break. As you hummed around him, his cock twitched in your mouth, and you glanced up to watch through your eyelids as his head hit the pillow. 

With nothing else to lose – and everything to gain – you took one last long drag up the length of him, hollowing your cheeks before going down just that much further to take him to the very back of your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he let out a slew of curses. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up…” he muttered. When you nodded, moaning in a sort of plea, he could only respond with incoherent sounds of his own pleasure. 

Taking neither of you by surprise, it only took a few more bobs of your head before his grip on your hair tightened, and you kept a comfortable length of him inside your mouth as he hurtled to his climax. You basked in the sounds of desperate pleasure Bucky made as he as he shot warm ropes of cum down your throat. 

After he’d finished, and you could feel his length start twitching on your tongue, you made your final attempts to collect his spend. With one last gentle suck, you released his sensitive cock, shooting a sweet smile back up at him – an action that earned you a tired laugh as he turned away from you. 

“Fuck, sweets you can’t jus… Take it easy on me, will ya? You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, and you could hear the soft grin he was wearing. You giggled as you gingerly made your way back up his body, snuggling back into his side. 

You could tell Bucky’s super-soldier stamina was already starting to catch back up to him, looking much less tired as he turned his head to look up at you, donning a bright smile when you brought a hand up to play with the scruff on his cheek. 

“Did’ya have a good time, Sarge?” you asked him softly, feeling another wave of amusement rumble through his body in response. 

“I haven’t felt that good in… I don’t even remember how long,” he answered happily, his voice deep and relaxed. It nearly sent a shiver down your spine on its own. 

“Glad to be of service,” you shot back flirtatiously, earning you a sly grin. You hummed a laugh, Bucky following suit as he continued to look at you with those baby-blue eyes. And when your laughter faded, his expression didn’ falter. The hint of adoration quickly overpowered anything else, and you felt your cheeks start to heat up as he gazed up at you as if you’d given him the world. You noticed a small quiver of his brows, but before you could ask him what was going on inside his head, he opened his mouth. 

“We’ve done this a little backward, haven’t we?” He asked earnestly, accentuating his words with the smallest scrunch of his nose as if it were obvious what he was talking about. 

“How do you mean?” As you watched him contemplate his answer, you couldn’t help yourself from teasing him a little. “If you’re insinuating I should’ve cum first, we can always just do it again.” The deep belly laugh that rumbled through the man beneath you made your heart skip a beat. God, you loved that sound. 

“No no, I mean… I mean with us. I never took you out for a proper date, did I?” Bucky’s voice was soft and sincere, which only made his question more confusing. 

“Uh, of course you have. What do you think we do every Saturday?” 

“That’s different. I just thought it’d be fun to take you dancing, but I never asked you out on a first date the proper way.” And there was the daily reminder of just how old Bucky was, talking about the “proper” steps to dating. The fact that it was almost immediately after getting sucked off was just comical. 

“Okay… what about Valentine’s Day? You asked me out then, we had a fun night!” You bargained, taking care to remember the very romantic picnic that had been the cause of your first kiss. 

“I was told specifically that that didn’t count,” he teased, and you only rolled your eyes at him. Damn him and his perfect, super-soldier memory… Before you could get another jab in, he cut you off, his voice soft and sincere again. “Let me take you out tonight, sweets. We’ll make it different, something special.” He was persistent this morning… He was clearly up to something, but what that was you had no idea.

“Yeah? And how’re you gonna make it different from all the other Saturday nights at the diner?” 

“Damn, that’s tonight, isn’t it? That’s…” Bucky trailed off, and you watched the gears slowly turning in his head. Suddenly his eyes went wide. “Saturday. It’s Saturday, what time is it?” 

Shit. 

You nearly launched yourself off of him to reach for your phone on the nightstand. Turning back to him, his expression told you he already knew the answer. “Buck, you’ve got to go.” 

If he hadn’t recovered from your intimate escapades of the morning, he definitely had now. Both you and Bucky shot up from the bed in an attempt to get him out the door to make it to his appointment with Dr. Raynor on time. He was already stepping into his dark jeans by the time you’d gotten to the dresser, pulling out the first of his t-shirts you could see and throwing it in his direction.  

Bucky caught the black shirt effortlessly and started to put it on as he turned back to you. “Alright, well… diner night or not, I still want to make tonight special,” he pleaded, and you stopped for a moment to watch his muscles flex as he slipped the shirt over his head. 

“Yeah, okay great. Right now I’m worried about you missing court-mandated therapy. This conversation will be much less romantic when there’s an officer at my door looking for you, and we don’t exactly have a good excuse.” Bucky laughed under his breath at your comment, silencing himself quickly when he saw your raised eyebrow as you went to hand him his leather jacket. 

“I’ll be fine. Raynor can wait for five damn minutes,” he half grumbled, clearly not pleased with the new direction his morning was going in. 

“James,” you pleaded. This time he nodded. 

As Bucky finished getting himself ready, you managed to get some toast started for him; it wasn’t anywhere close to being enough breakfast for a super-soldier, but it would be ready fast, he’d be able to eat it on his way, and it would hopefully avoid him dealing with Raynor on an empty stomach again... Something was better than nothing. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” You offered again as Bucky opened the front door, slices of toast in hand. “I can make you a little more food, and we’ll-” 

“I’m gonna make it on time, peach,” he reassured you gently. You opened your mouth to continue making your case, but he spoke before you could get a word out. “I can out-run your sedan. I’ll be fine.” 

That was new information… you felt your brows crease in surprise, resisting the urge to continue asking about this new ability of his he had yet to share, trying not to invade his already dwindling timeline. But if he could run that fast… Bucky laughed softly as he watched you process his comment, gently holding your shoulders to kiss the creases you were making between your brows. 

“We can talk more when I get home,” he reasoned, slipping a hand around your waist to pull you just that much closer. “I’ll have more of a plan for tonight by then.” 

“That plan better involve the diner; we promised River we wouldn’t miss another week. WE;ll never hear the end of it if we don’t go,” you reminded pointedly. 

“So you really do remember last night…” He teased, and you smacked his chest in jest, earning a deep laugh from the super-soldier. 

“We’ll be at the diner, don’t you worry. Maybe you could wear that blue dress I know you’ve been saving for something special. I’ll find something to surprise you with tonight, make it memorable.” 

“You do that just by being you,” you sighed. Bucky donned an almost giddy smile at your words, and the vibranium hand around your waist tugged you just a little bit closer, and he leaned down to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. He made your head spin like he always did, making you forget your surroundings so effortlessly. 

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours for a moment, clearly contemplating doing it again. Miraculously, you found a moment of clarity amongst your brain fog. “Alright, you’ve got to go, Buck.”

“I’ll pick you up at six?” He shot playfully, removing his hand from your waist as he stepped out into the hall, watching as you leaned against the doorframe. 

“I’ll be here,” you smiled, unable to hide the smile from your face as he winked at you, just before turning around to make his way down the stairs.

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I'm starved for theories and hcs and analysis of the blorbos so fine, I'll do it myself. Have some random gritty edgy hcs of Sombra because I'm bored and want to bug my followers with the brainrot

Sombra is a lot less prone to violence than most of Talon, but she also looks extremely apathetic to it on a surface level. She's been scouring and has seen the deepest, most fucked up and disgusting corners the internet has to offer. She's so desensitized to it all that sometimes even she has to take a step back and wonder what the fuck is wrong with her. Sometimes she ends up in deep rabbit holes without even meaning to, just because she can, but suddenly she's trying to find the source of a website selling the shadiest most unsafe spine implants and will need to get up and grab a coffee. (Maybe take Moira's example and steal some of her Irish coffee)

Being the one committing violent crimes is a bit of a different can of worms. Sombra is not usually a field agent and even when she is, that implies mostly staying hidden somewhere away from the fight and taking care of any security that could get in their way. Sure, the gun is there and she'll use it if needed, but she'd rather not.

In a similar vein, she has a very odd way of showing compassion (and has a particular soft spot for young kids in shitty situations). Sombra would find the most disgusting thing hidden somewhere on the web and bury herself neck deep in it to get rid of whoever is responsible. She'll get out of it without as much as a metaphorical scrap, sure, but there's only so many times she can pull this off without it getting to her.

The Implants in her head pretty much connect her brain to the whole wide internet. She's not concerned about anyone compromising her through it, with all the meticulously thought out security she put in place, but it still has its side effects. Sure, she has access to any and all data at any time, but with the amount of misleading and contradictory information you can find even through the simplest google search, she has to always be careful what she picks as true or false, to the point where she sometimes doubts even the simplest little facts. At least she got really good at recognizing lies.

Having any and all information at her fingertips is both a blessing and a curse. She can know anything on anyone in a matter of seconds but on the flip side she rarely gets to truly come in contact with the world if not through a pink tinted screen. She gets wrapped in her own head around motives and data and the inner workings of everything that she sometimes forgets that people are, at the end of the day, people and they will sometimes be unpredictable just because. It made her a bit of a paranoid mess throughout the years and despide how well she can hide it, constantly being on the lookout for something is beyond exhausting.

The implants on her spine are old. They're still very much functioning as they should be, but the one person that did them had died years ago and, without being able to do any tinkering on her own back by herself, Sombra didn't have any major parts of it replaced or updated like the rest of her tech. The knowledge that one day it's bound to malfunction and she'll be left to scramble for a way to fix it looms over her every single time she puts a little too much strain on the mechanical parts of her body and feels a little warning tingle of electricity running down her spine.

Less related to any body modifications, but i think we can all agree that she has the most fucked up sleep schedule in the universe. Sometimes she'll sleep for 12 hours straight. Sometimes she won't sleep for 3 days. Whether it's because she's working on something important or because sleep simply seems to elude her matters little, she'll still be holed up in her bedroom with a few screens floating around her and a pair of headphones blasting too loud music.

#*throws this at you* #have some blorbo thoughts #my love for taking the seemingly carefree character and making them kinda tragic will never die thanks for asking #sombra overwatch #bc i miss writing a bunch of hcs

[ferg0s]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

[AN: my uni just started to updates might be slow. the beginning is a little show because i just want the plot laid out. thank you so much for all the support on this! i didn't think this would get that much traction but it makes me so happy!]

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

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Shintaro watched you as you sat in front of the vanity mirror, the lights along the mirror illuminating your face as you gently rubbed in the moisturizer on your face. Your hand reached over to close the lid of the moisturizer jar, gliding past the products in front of it as if they had never existed. He hated that. Every time you reached past the plethora of makeup products displayed on the vanity table, he felt a punch in his gut. He had spent hundreds, even thousands, to get you the most high-end makeup. Gucci, Dior, Chanel. Every luxury brand that existed on the market, yet you reached over for a generic drug store tube of lipstick each time. You wore the plain nude shade, barely visible on your lips. Despite the many vibrant, bright and dark colours in front of you, your hand always made its way to the nude shade. He had suggested and even begged you to wear more - a little mascara or eye shadow - but you refused. Every time it was the same lipstick—no matter where you were going. Just like your choice in colours, Shintaro began to find you… boring. Dull. Plain. Uninteresting. He hated it, and in a way, hated you—your simplicity. You never wore the racy lingerie he got you - aside from special occasions, but even those had become rare. Life with you had started to become a chore: the same routine, the same conversations - you'd ask about his day, ask what tea he would like to drink, ask about coworkers - it was like being trapped in a loop. Because of your simplicity, it was easy to notice every detail about you - if you switched to a new perfume, shampoo, and clothes. So when he saw the one vibrant red lipstick tube out of its usual place, he immediately knew what was happening. He cleared his throat as he tightened his tie, fixing his suit in the floor-length mirror. The joint walk-in closet was pretty spacious, with enough room for your vanity table and enough space for him to get ready. It was your idea to have that. You had said that it brought you closer, that it was a very intimate gesture to get in front of each other. "You finally wore that Dior lipstick, huh?" He spoke up, not looking away from the mirror. "Yes. It's a lovely colour." Shintaro was taken aback. He didn't expect you to reply so quickly - actually, he didn't expect you to reply at all. He turned towards you. You had your jewelry box open and were going through it, trying to find a pair of earrings. The event was black-tie, so he assumed you would wear the pearl earring his mother had gotten you - making him confused as to why you were going through the jewelry box since you kept the pearl earrings on the ceramic tray by your perfumes. He inhaled. He knew why the lipstick was out of place - a reason that made his stomach uneasy - but he couldn't muster up the courage to say it, to hear those words come out of his mouth. "Have you seen my Swarovski set? The one with the necklace-" "Who is he?" Shintaro asked, turning towards you. You didn't turn around, staring at his reflection in the mirror in front of you. You stared into his green eyes, seeing rage beginning to frost his vision. You took a deep breath and looked down at the jewelry box, keeping your composure. "I thought you we weren't gonna tell," You replied as you closed the jewelry box, getting up from the chair and walking to one of the closest to your right. "I remember you explicitly laying out rules about this," You opened the closet door and began to push back the few boxes on the shelf in the closet. You paused to pull out a velvety box from the back, smiling before turning around and walking to the vanity. "Or does that only apply to you and the coworkers you fuck?" You asked as you opened the box. Shintaro took in a deep breath. He turned around and began to fidget with his cuffs, looking at his reflection and trying to regulate his breathing. "Is she going to be there?"

"y/n-" "Is she?" "What's gotten into you?!"

It took a moment for Shintaro to realize that he had raised his voice. He turned to you, face feeling flushed and heart thumping in his chest. Your eyes hadn't left the mirror, watching as you put in the stud for the earrings. 

"Uber back," You said as you closed the purple box in front of you. "I'm taking the car." 

~

There were only three rules to your arrangement. 

Not with anyone you know. Not in the house. Not revealing anything. You figured Shintaro made those rules under the guise that you wouldn't participate - how could you, a doting wife like you, participate in such an act? - or at least, the version of you that Shintaro liked thought that. 

You wanted to have hope that by the end of the arrangement, you would be back to normal, putting this whole thing behind and moving on - but the more it went on, the more that vision faded. 

None of you had followed the rules. You could smell Mei around the house, thankful that Shintaro had the decency not to fuck his mistress on your bed. You weren't a saint either, fucking your husband's friends on the kitchen counter before going and sleeping next to your husband as if nothing happened. The only rule yet to be broken was the last one—not telling each other anything. But what was the point when you knew that your husband was fucking his younger coworker on the same couches he sat down and had tea with you on? 

You'd had enough. 

You had Daiki's number from the times he'd babysat Kota. Too nervous to call, you sent a text. 

'r u free tonight?'

Immediately you got a reply.

 'i'm free after 6.'

'come to my place at 6:30. shintaro is out for a meeting.' 

#ferg0s #knb #aomine x reader #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket #kuroko’s basketball #kuroko no basket aomine #aomine smut #kurokos basketball aomine #midorima shintaro x reader #midorima imagine #midorima x reader #midorima smut #knb midorima #midorima shintarou #aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #knb aomine #aomine x y/n

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Is It Really That Bad?

In 1974, Stephen King’s career was launched with his debut novel (one rescued from the trash can by his wife, Tabitha), and two years later we got Brian De Palma’s iconic film adaptation that launched the career of Sissy Spacek, resurrected the career of Piper Laurie, and was so good that King prefers it over the book. It really set the stage for future adaptations of his work to be of a similarly high quality… Something which has unfortunately only rarely happened. To this day, it still remains a beloved classic.

And you know how it is with beloved horror classics: If they're good enough, you know they'll get remade. Now, the thing with remakes is that, when it comes to horror, they have as many hits as they have misses. Amazing films like The Thing, The Fly, The Blob, and The Ring all exist alongside mediocre crap like Rob Zombie’s Halloween films, the shot-for-shot Psycho remake, and the Jackie Earle Haley-starring Elm Street reboot. It really comes down to the creative vision and the story you want to tell, you know?

And Carrie is ripe for that, as the original movie cut out a lot of elements from the book that would be interesting to see in a modernized context, as bullying has evolved and even gotten harsher and more deadly over the years since Carrie was pelted with tampons in the locker room. And that’s exactly what director Kimberly Price wanted to do! She wanted to make a film that can stand on its own, a retelling of the story that wouldn’t be a remake of the film, but a different attempt at adapting the book.

The studio, however, had different ideas, and made her do a bunch of reshoots and trim 40 minutes off the film to make it more like De Palma’s version of the story. Three months prior to release the Sandy Hook shooting happened as well, which combined with the editing to turn the film into a remake pushed it back to October, and I’m sure it didn’t exactly help make the film more palatable to audiences either. While not a failure by any means, the resounding critical consensus to the film was “Why did this need to exist?” Even King himself was reportedly not much of a fan, though he did appreciate the modern updates to the story.

As time has gone on, the hate towards the film has cooled and it has picked up a fandom of its own, so I figured it was high time I gave this a watch. In honor of the film’s upcoming tenth anniversary, let’s see if the 2013 take on the iconic King story is really that bad.

THE GOOD

Across the board, I think all of the performances are really solid. Chloë Grace Moretz does a fine job as Carrie (even if, like Spacek before her, she seems a bit too pretty for the part) and Julianne Moore does a fantastic job as Margaret White to the point I might even say she’s on par with Piper Laurie. Judy Greer as Miss Desjardin might be my favorite performance in the movie, though; I just love how brutal she gets with enforcing the punishments on Carrie’s bullies, and how she doesn’t give an inch to the alpha bitch when she tries to start shit. As for Carrie’s peers, they’re all decent, but none of them strike me as very memorable. They all do a good job (even certified creep Ansel Elgort) but none of them really stand out as better than the rest. Still, there aren’t any weak performances here.

I think the finale really works better even if it is a little more over-the-top, mainly because even if it was significantly cut down compared to the original vision. We actually get to see some of Carrie’s rampage taken out into the town, and while we don’t get the full-on force of nature destruction the book gives us, we do get a pretty good taste. I think it gets a little too CGI at times (the floating knives at the end being particularly egregious) but I think it is ultimately a very satisfying take on the ultraviolent ending of the story.

I also like how the story was updated for the modern age, with cyberbullying now being a key part in how Carrie is abused by her peers. Carrie is genuinely a story I feel works much better in a modern context than in its original form. The ways bullying has evolved and become so much more horrifying in the modern age lends itself well to a story of an outcast being harassed by those around her, and her ultimate snapping feels even more justified and cathartic since the bullying she suffers is even more extreme and psychologically damaging than before. Honestly, I think this Carrie is even more sympathetic than the original; I’m not going to fault a teenager who is the victim of parental abuse and then has embarrassing videos of her spread across the internet from frying her bullies with electrical wires or blowing them up in a giant fireball. Fuck ‘em! They deserve it!

THE BAD

...Which is what I'd love to say, but real life has unfortunately made that a little harder to do. In the years since the original, there has been a very unfortunate number of incidents where people were killed in schools. School shootings weren’t really a thing in the 70s, but after Columbine it seemed like one happened every other year. In light of that, cheering while a high schooler brutally massacres her peers seems a bit… tasteless. Now obviously we as the audience are privy to all sorts of details that makes Carrie’s rage justified and her ultimate vengeance cathartic, but still, it does give me pause at least. Should I be cheering while these high school students get slaughtered like pigs? Is this not horribly fucked up? It’s an interesting moral dilemma with rooting for this killer, and while I did put this down in the “Bad” section I think being uncomfortable with what Carrie does is a valid response. I think that the fact her rampage can be viewed as either justified vengeance or as woefully disproportionate violence or even as both at once is a great strength of the story.

What isn’t a great strength, though, is how this was forced into a being a remake, because boy is it ever stuck in the original’s shadow. Moretz and Moore really end up trapped in the shadows of Spacek and Laurie’s takes on Carrie and her mother, and the whole film really just plays it straight with adapting what the original film did. It might be one of the worst studio decisions ever, because despite the strength of the cast and the overall solid quality of the filmmaking, the whole thing just feels boring. Even with the new angles and the interesting takes, the fact remains that the story and plot beats are unchanged and stuff we saw in the original film. It’s not as egregiously shot-for-shot as Van Sant’s Psycho was, but there’s not much here that justifies watching this if you’ve seen the original film.

IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

As far as horror remakes go, this is one of the most inoffensive ones out there.

Look, I’m gonna be honest: Carrie is not even close to being my favorite King work, and the original movie isn’t one of my favorites. The book is a good debut and the movie is decent enough, but they’re not something I find myself revisiting. So even going into this movie I wasn’t expecting anything worse than what I’d already seen, and that’s basically what I got. This is a very unambitious film, though as mentioned before that was mostly by studio mandate, and thus it’s mostly more of the same—and what we got before was okay, so this ends up being okay too.

I think so much of the backlash comes from the original movie being a beloved horror classic, and thus not something that should be retried lightly. This film seriously would have benefited from more closely adapting the book and modernizing it like was originally planned rather than just rehashing the original movie with flashier effects. What we’re left here is a decent redo that lacks an identity of its own, but is still competent enough to not be the worst thing ever. If you like the movie, I can’t really fault you for it because I can understand why someone would like this much like I can with the original. Even if I’m not super fond of them, they’re decent enough movies.

I think the score is right about where it belongs, though I might be nice enough to round it up to 6. It’s a decent horror movie, and if you like it, I can’t really blame you. It has a lot of good elements going for it, and I think if it had been allowed to be an adaptation of the book I wouldn’t hesitate to call it the definitive Carrie adaptation. Bumping the good parts of It to the 80s made that story a lot better, after all! But the meddling to turn one director’s vision into a mirror image of a previous one’s vision really just holds this back a bit for me. If you want to throw this on your Halloween watchlist or add it to your Stephen King movie collection, it’s a decent addition, but it really deserved to be so much more than the reheated leftovers of De Palma.

#is it really that bad #IIRTB #review #movie review #Carrie #Carrie 2013 #Stephen King #chloe grace moretz #julianne moore #horror movie #horror #remake

[ludwigbeilschmidts]

a symptom of being human - master post

a symptom of being human is my humanverse gerame & pruk hetalia au. i am hoping to write a cohesive story about it one day but for now i'm compiling this information here (taken from discord & my google doc) for you to look at. i'll link to the other posts here.

all posts of this au will be tagged as #asobh.

general info.

it's set in germany. arthur meant to study abroad for two semesters, but ran into gilbert because they studied the same thing (art history) and then never left. alfred wanted to escape the unites states and went to germany as an au pair, which is where he met ludwig.

arthur and gil are 4 years older than lud and al.

ludwig has autism.

alfred & gilbert are trans.

arthur speaks fluent german, alfred is learning german but is having a much harder time learning it than arthur.

alfred and matthew are still twins, but matthew lives with his father in canada, while alfred lived with his mother in the united states. they still talk generally.

the next paragraph is technically also general info but it needs to be expanded so it gets its own bullet point list here.

gilbert and his thing with death.

terminal illness! discussion of death and dying!

gilbert has an unspecified illness that is going to kill him before he's 30. i haven't decided on what yet, but it's a degenerative disease that he was born with, and it got diagnosed when he was a young child, and he has been raised with the knowledge that he won't make it past 30.

UPDATE: gilbert has hermansky-pudlak syndrome type 1, an extremely rare autosomal disorder, that causes albinism, bleeding diathesis, immunodeficiency, and pulmonary fibrosis.

he has a life expectancy of around 30, and has been raised with that knowledge. he's well aware he's going to die.

so is ludwig, of course, but it's still hard on everyone. ludwig cannot cope with the concept well, because he cannot fully grasp it.

gilbert's mortality especially becomes an issue once the relationship between arthur and gilbert becomes serious.

because gilbert didn't talk about it when they got together, because he assumed they wouldn't stay together long enough anyway, and then suddenly arthur is proposing to him and gilbert realizes this is a conversation they have to have immediately, 'cause he will not marry him under false pretenses.

gilbert is pretty optimistic despite the dying thing, usually. he planned his own funeral because he's pragmatic like that. his testament is written and he jokes about it constantly, he doesn't care because he never knew anything else. but of course even he has his limits and gets very, very upset about it sometimes.

when it comes to leaving his family behind, or even more personal things.

like settling down or starting a family he has difficulties dealing with it. because he's good with kids, maybe would even like some, but he knows it's not really feasible. he wouldn't live long enough to see them growing up, and he couldn't put the stress on arthur on raising children alone, and he couldn't put the stress on the children either. to lose a parent. adopting isn't an option because of that, and biological kids even less so because he would be too scared of passing his illness on. and he is really struggling with it, because it's something he always wanted.

the only person gilbert really talks about his issues with is his father. gilbert can't possibly imagine how hard it must be for him to know he's going to lose his son, but he talks things through with him a lot and in the end they both feel better, especially because gilbert sometimes just needs to rant.

that and his therapist. because you bet your ass germania put this kid in therapy the moment that diagnosis came.

links.

the german family. german family part 2.

pruk.

germerica.

bad friends trio.

roderich.

misc.

fic: baby, pull me closer. [prueng, explicit]

[will be updated with other links, like arts or fic.]

#hetalia #asobh #hwa germany #hws prussia #hws america #hws england #pruk #gerame #germerica

[sincerely-sofie]

Check-in for October 24, 2023

I'm planning on doing regular check-ins that peeps can read or skip as much as they please. If you want to see behind the scenes of my projects or get to know me a bit better, feel free to peek below the cut! If not, just look at this color palette I made for my web dev class and admire it:

I know green and pink are my favorite colors, so I may be just a tad biased, but look!!! Look at how pretty it is!!!

I plan to use the palette for a website that is basically a guided tour of a fictional town that's populated by bug people, and while the colors used in the initial character sketches are still my preference, I don't think they look too bad in this proof of concept image! They definitely need some tweaking, and some details in the art itself need correcting, but all around it's not too shabby :>

I also made the logo for the website which, while uninspired, doesn't look that bad. I'm not in a logo design course, so I can't be too upset about that. I made two versions--- a light and dark one--- so that I could have it appear on most colors of background.

Also, I've printed off tons of art and stuck it on my walls over the past few days to inspire me. The art wall has been very successful in beautifying my space, but I've been a bit too worn out to draw much other than the start of a project where I draw individual generations of pokemon by memory. Venusaur looks exactly like I remembered it, but also nothing like that at all. Charizard's line only looks halfway decent by virtue of Twig existing.

I must say, though, that I am charmed by these drawings' doofy lil grins. Just look at Bulbasaur. He is raring to go! Charmander is ready to shake your hand! Look at these lads!!

I've been trying to learn Clip Studio Paint by drawing a new The Present is a Gift comic in it, but I cannot begin to explain to you all how intimidating of a program it is for me. I'm a Procreate gal, y'all. I have a conniption whenever I look at the Photoshop interface. When I look at this:

I am desperate for the cozy white space of this:

I spent over an hour struggling to draw a simple piece for Instagram, admittedly while desperately trying to get OBS to not give out on me while I recorded my screen, but I think that I'm slowly learning how to not faint whenever the Paint window boots up.

Anyhoo--- enjoy the WIP teaser for the upcoming comic featuring a chat between Dusknoir (piloting a KO'd Twig) and Darkrai amidst a cave-in. If I am found dead, know that said comic worked alongside Clip Studio Paint to kill me.

As an update for The Present is a Gift in terms of the fanfic, I recently broke 6,000 words for the first draft. I haven't been writing too regularly--- when I do, it's usually to just sit down for 30 minutes max to try and get a little bit of a head start on NaNoWriMo coming up--- but whenever I do, the words come in batches of 400-700+ at a time. My dudes, I used to take a week to reach the lower end of that amount. I've been beating perfectionism back with a stick while sobbing "Quantity begets quality! Quantity begets quality!", but since I've set myself a challenge to write as many garbage words as possible without editing them until the first draft is done, I've been writing--- and enjoying the process of writing--- more than I have in my entire life.

I've been trying to win NaNoWriMo, a challenge where you write 50k words in November, for the last 7 years. I resigned myself to being a NaNo rebel and trying to write just 15k words next month. But if I keep cranking out 1,500 words in under two writing sprints per day--- without properly trying to eliminate distractions--- I think I could actually win for once??? I didn't think Pokemon Mystery Dungeon fanfiction would be what gave me a fighting chance at winning NaNoWriMo, but here I am. PMD brainrot truly is a miraculous thing, but I'll have to see exactly miraculous it is on the 1st of November.

So... yep! I probably should have figured out a way to sign off on check-in posts before deciding to publish this. Oops. Welp. Um. Thanks for reading?

Sincerely, Sofie

#sofie checks in #web development #web dev #web design #fanfiction writer #nanowrimo #Youtube #pngtuber #The Present is a Gift AU Update

[panicatthediaz]

Whoop, here we are on part 2. I was a little too impatient to wait until Tuesday, but updates are supposed to be weekly so I can write a little bit ahead. Keeping a regular schedule is tough, y'all. [Part 1] – [Part 3]

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Pin a String to My Chest – 2

A chance meeting

He might have never been interested in anything physical, but he had eyes, and people watching was always entertaining. Sometimes, that led to watching specific people. Sometimes, those specific people took issues with his watching.

(Sometimes, some rare times, people didn't seem to mind it, much. Sometimes, it even seemed they agreed with what he had to say. It's how he ended up with the current iteration of Corroded Coffin, beyond their shared interests.)

And Eddie would notice things. He had noticed his mom stopped fighting against his father's verbal and emotional abuse, so he started doing it instead. He had noticed that some of the things he heard at school were pretty close to shit his father used to say, and Eddie simply refused to be anything like him.

It was a lot easier to be loud about shit when he realized that not everyone could be. His mom, Gareth, and that one kid he found in the school parking lot in his sophomore year. It brought the attention onto him, but he handled Richard Munson just fine, right?

He'd never expected anyone to come to his defense; loud and opinionated metalhead that decided being different actually made more sense? Yeah, right. He wasn't even considering the fact he lived in the trailer park with his uncle.

(No offense to Wayne, of course, the man knew what most of the town thought about them. He just repeatedly urged Eddie to stay safe.)

Eddie, though, was the protector of his little group; drawing attention to himself then running with it, often literally. He could take a punch or two. Had taken quite a few in this school year already.

He had taken a couple of punches just now, so Grant, newcomer to Hellfire that he was, could get home unhurt.

"Hey!" The next punch never came, and Eddie looked up to see Jackass of The Week being pulled away by none other than King Steve himself. "That's enough, get out of here."

Eddie frowned, but neither the Jackass nor Harrington were looking at him; Steve was simply staring the guy down. At least it wasn't anyone from Hargrove's little group, this whole mess would've gone oh so well…

A soft touch to his arm startled him out of his musings as Steve started moving and taking Jackass with him, and he crossed his arms over his chest on instinct.

"Oh, geez, I'm sorry!" The girl next to him exclaimed. The hallway was pretty much empty after Steve left, save for a few stragglers that were doing a terrible job of not watching them. She grimaced and added, "I didn't mean to startle you, or anything."

Eddie shook his head and glanced around. He prided himself in paying attention to the people around him, but he couldn't think of a reason why sophomore cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham would be talking to him.

"Here." She held out a tissue, offering a small smile. "You got, uh..." She grimaced once Eddie took the tissue, and gestured to his face. "You're bleeding."

And yeah, okay, he could feel the sting now that everything was calm once more. He turned to Chrissy with a faint smile, pressing the tissue to his lip and trying not to wince. It could've been worse, but the split lip was going to be annoying anyway.

"Thanks."

Her smile widened, and she was quick to say goodbye after that. Something about cheerleading practice, "not that I think you'd know much about it," but it was said without malice. It sounded somewhat like I know it's not something you're interested in and that's okay. Like I listen, actually.

Realizing, later, that Chrissy Cunningham did listen, and even seemed to consider some of the things he'd said?

It was refreshing.

Which made seeing the downward spiral that much worse.

#asexual Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Stranger Things fic #Eddie Munson fic #ace!Eddie Munson #asexuality #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #wereswriting #Coming next is season 4 :)

[smokeybrandreviews]

Into the Abyss

Boy, it has been a clean minute since I've updated my Azur Lane progress, mostly because the content has been a trickle this year, but with the current Rerun Event, I felt obliged to do so. Seriously this year has been mad slim on stuff to do in my favorite WWII sim. As a KMS main, coming off a year which was straight up lousy with Kraut progress, I am a little… disappointed with the current offerings. I feel like it’s been that way for a while, actually. Like, I found the stagnation of the game to be pretty prominent last year but, again, I am heavily Iron Blooded so that’s probably just my bias. That’s not to say I haven’t gotten anything for my main Fleet over the last few months, just that I kind of wanted more. Still, there were other facets which have progress so I can’t be all that mad. But I kind of am.

Please, Sir, May I Have Some More

Look, man, this Iron Blood drought is killing me. Like, we've had a few crumbs but that's it. Crumbs. Obviously, I've gobbled up what i could, which ain't much. The two P6 boats, one of which was a Decisive and the Confluence of Nothingness event. That's it. Man, i am STARVING over here! So much so that, when Friedrich Carl showed up on that Banner, i dove wholeheartedly into that sh*t. And, boy, did it cost. I went at that banner with round four hindered Wisdom Cubes. It literally took close to three three hundred of the f*ckers to finally pop the first, new, Kraut Girl in almost a year. Seriously, i popped SO many f*cking dupes of almost every other ship on the Banner before i finally scored Carl. That sh*t hurt my pockets, bad. Like, egregiously. She finally decided to appear, when i was at my wit's end, but I'm content about it. I ain't happy, but my main Fleet is still one hundred percent complete, so small victories. But, for real, Manjuu needs to drop some more KMS ships soon. I'm dying over here!

The Coldest Winter

The whole reason I am writing this thing, is to address the massive Ruskie mammoth in the room – the Abyssal Refrain Rerun. Once upon a time, long, long ago, i passed on this Event because i kind of didn’t give a sh*t about chasing another Fleet at the time. I was headlong in my Iron Blood quest so I missed out on a lot of ash*t back then. Shimakaze, New Jersey, and, prudent to this particular post, Kronshtadt. Tunnel vision, for sure. After I netted U-110 and caught up with the Iron Blood offerings, I set out on honing my Northern Parliament Fleet next. After the Germans, the Russians are my favorite Fleet based on aesthetic. By then, however, Abyssal Refrain was in the rear view and I missed out on, like, three of those ships, Kronshtadt being the most important. Not only was she a glaring hole in the puzzle that was my burgeoning SN Fleet, she was the last UR boat I needed, after claiming both Shimakaze and New Jersey on Rerun Lite events. Seeing her banner reappear, I absolutely made a run. The thing is, I was low on resources. Chasing after Friedrich Carl taxed my pockets hard. Fortunately, since this is a Rerun which I had kind of participated in before, I had Ship Building tickets. Ran through those real fast but it wasn’t enough. I only had around one hundred, fifty Wisdom Cubes and was sitting on the edge of my seat rolling for that UR sweetness. It only took three. Sixty Cubes and she popped. I FINALLY had EVERY natural UR ship (not Decisive) available! Yes, I've included Sovetsky Soyuz in that assertion I absolutely made out like a bandit during Snowrealm Peregrination. It was, like, four rolls, total, and i popped all those ships. One of the easiest Banners I've ever attempted. That luck would not hold. Anyway, the Ultra Rare side quest is down, but I’m still missing Volga at the moment. Popped two Kievs chasing Kron and i hate it. Why the f*ck am i loading up on Shop Ships and not the one Banner i still ain't got? The f*ck?

#Azur Lane #Northern Parliament #Abyssal Refrain

[nova-friends]

Authors Update

Hey everyone. E here. It’s been.....a long while hasn’t it? haha time flies and it feels like yesterday I was hurriedly trying my best to answer all the questions to filled my inbox in character. haha good times. 

I’m not going to lie. Coming back to this project is hard. Conflicting. On the one hand this was really the first work I poured everything into and made me feel like an author. A real life author and kinda reignited my love for writing which had been on and off for a time before that. The Star vs show came at a pretty hard point in my life and gave me...purpose for lack of a better word. and you were all so wonderful and supportive and loving of my work that may have not been my finest hour haha. I still have most if not all your lovely art work btw. Saved right on a sd card on my phone. It mean a lot to me and I met my best friend and so many other wonderful people because of this fandom!

But, on the other hand, let’s not pretend what ended up happening. The fandom grew toxic, bitter, Angry. and what was once a fun awesome place became. Bad. And honestly the show for me got really bad halfway through season 3 and onto 4. But that’s me if you enjoyed it awesome! I’m happy for you! honest.

I’m modest to a fault. I never really wanna sing my praises. I’m not a fan of the spotlight. I am just a man who loves to write who got really lucky and I will treasure that forever. I didn’t think people still remembered little old E and his story all these years later. But a good friend of mine (thank you staryu) reminded me that for all my modesty, my little silly story did mean something to some people even now. And I realized that’s a writer’s dream. to have a story touch so many people’s hearts even if you don’t read my stuff nowadays *it’s good i promise haha sorry I promised mae I’d promote myself more* 

I don’t think I will ever finish Nova vs. there’s a lot of baggage here and honestly I’ve moved on to other stuff, keeping my love of writing burning strong! :) 

but I don’t want to leave you fans who still remember this humble little story in the dark. It doesn’t seem fair. 

So I will be making a post, maybe a few, on how the story was going to go, to conclude, what I had planned. Basically the story as i envisioned it. I think that is a good way to put this chapter of my life to a close. 

I don’t know when I’m gonna post it. It is a lot after all haha kinda. but hopefully soon. 

So thank you from the bottom of my heart. You reminded me how much I love writing and how much i missed it. You showed me a rare gift of being a writer and I will never forget it. and i will always appreciate it. I hope after all these years later you’re all doing good. and, as a special treat, here’s a secret I’ve been hiding for a long time. Enjoy and have a great week! You got this.

Nova’s hearts aren’t her magical mark. Shocking I know haha. I always planned for Nova to love and look up to star so much, to put her up on this pedestal so high that there was no way Nova could escape its shadow. All my stories have a central theme to it and Nova’s was being who you are. True to yourself. I think that’s why so many of you well resonated with it. Everyone wants to know who they are. 

And believe it or not a few people actually knew this. My good friend mangos i mentioned a few times, mae of course and the lovely @hipster-rapunzel

she actually drew some awesome concept art for Nova’s real magic mark. 

When I first did the 50th chapter yay milestone, I hadn’t put a lot of thought into the full story cuz i wasn’t expecting it to blow up like it did. When you all wanted more i sat down and really started fleshing out the story itself. What was the big theme of Nova? what was the story about.  I really did not want to retell star vs. 

So i took my whole I can’t complete with this show and gave it to Nova. 

That’s why Nova couldn’t dip down. I believe that to dip down you have to be true to yourself, who you were. Eclispa was powerful because she never denied who she was. Why Star grew stronger and stronger. and why nova couldn’t. and why Glossy says “you’re not nova butterfly.” because she was trying to be Star not herself. 

Halfway through the story Nova would be force to dip down but it goes pretty badly and she loses one of her hearts. Eventually it gets replaced by a single line that does not form in the story (that way you can come up with your own ideas) but it ends up being a treble clef (it’s a music thing. Shocking coming from me) haha 

Also I didn’t know when I would finish the story if ever and i knew by the time i did possibly finish someone might’ve claimed the treble clef mark cuz everyone was doing fankids at the time. 

So that’s the first fun fact of nova. Seriously I hope you are all doing good and thank you for everything

[blindedguilt]

[ Hi ! Did Leonard like to do art ? For example, drawing, sculpting ? If he *did,* did he try to continue with art even after establishing his pact with the faerie, even to the *smallest* degree considering his blindness ? ]

//Hi! First of all I apologise for taking so long on this, beyond just being in a slump this ask may be cursed as I've attempted it literally three different times and EACH time it ended up getting deleted for different reasons (Mobile app decided to delete my reply after changing tabs for a SECOND, computer decided to update while I was away in the middle of answering and then I accidentally closed of the tab 😭) so as much as I love the question I admit I had to fight to answer it and this answer might be shorter than I wanted it to be :,) my apologies!!!!! but anyways

//Given that Leonard seems to have come from humble startings in life, just going off the bat, I don't think many forms of art or even "hobbies" as we would consider them today were available to him, like drawing for example :( and while he might be crafty (I mean the guy built a whole house just so he could fuck off to the forest...) when the time calls for it, he ironically doesn't strike me as the type to be too willingly artistic.

//That said, I do have a few ideas of little things he may or may not have done in his younger years that could be considered that way! I dunno if you'd count his training as the kind of art you were looking for as I like to think he grew up in a smithing family and was expected to continue that legacy on until The Hermitting™ (also my explanation for why Tower's Rebuke is so..... Strange) but again, it was less of a hobby and more of a trained skill, so...

//Going off that, however, Leonard absolutely sucked at it growing up, but after committing to the bit in his teenage years in order to not let his family and village down, he became decently good at it! Not a god at metal-smithing or forging or anything, but definitely good enough to make the amenities people needed to live comfortably. :) After he hermitted himself for what I headcanon as being around six years and then was struck with blindness right after, he's VERY limited in what he can do both because of his rusty memory and lack of sight keeping him from "recalling the motions". Even so, I like to think he's capable of at least a few basic tasks like honing and refurbishing if he really puts his mind to it.

//Additionally, and this is a small thing, but as far as simple recreational things go, I like to think he widdled a bit as a kid too. Just sitting and widdling little shapes and figures from any particularly nice wood he found, and then keeping up with that whenever he found a rare moment of free time as a hermit (Though there were ALWAYS things to do, so it wasn't often). Similarly it's a lot more aimless "Fiddling with wood and a knife" now that he's blind, but he finds it a bit calming, if not meditational just to keep himself doing something when his mind tends to wander. :)

//He was pretty skilled at it, and it saved him a lot of sanity when he was living by himself in the woods.

//All in all? He's a very hands on person, able to do a LOT of handiwork, but as far as actual artistic hobbies go, he's kind of lacking. Even in Leonard's mind, he views the idea of "hobbies" themselves more as activities for the rich, and it's not something he thinks he can afford his own busy self most the time.

#||Reply||:brother-one #{/AGAIN I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LMAO I WAS TEETERING BETWEEN ONE FINAL GO AND JUST GIVING UP SO I HOPE THIS SENDS FJFJDJSJXJ} #{/but either way tysm for the ask!!!! these kinds of details are always nice to think about we need to see what this guy will do} #{/with some paper and a pencil lol} #{/hes not a very skilled artist...... (re: he tried drawing dragons once and given he's blind with those instructions; it did NOT end well)

[syaosakureal]

Clear card pros and cons (that i can remember i need to reread it again)

Pros:

SYAOSAKU DATING ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

idk more content around our fave characters (though not as much but take it as you will)

The wierd ass technology update all of a sudden everyone has iphones (minus syaoran)

It picked up from the og ending where syaoran comes back from hong kong

SYAOSAKU DATING 🥹🥹🥹

SYAOSAKU WENT ON A DATE ‼️‼️

Unlocked sakura new swag (at the cost of ending her cardcaptor retirement…)

(Anime only) english dub actors of trc syaosaku voice ccscc syaosaku i thought that was pretty cool (syaoran sounds like maybe he went through puberty a little too early but thats okay)

(Anime only) SYAORAN SPEAKS FRENCH IN THE ENGLISH DUB

cute art style

Maybe just me but sometimes i get a little emotional seeing sakura in her daily life in middle school because its like !! Wow i remember when you were in 4th grade and now you’re in 7th grade im so proud of you sakura 🥹

Momo (new mascot to make marketable plushie off of)

(Anime only) MEILING COMEBACK ‼️

THE SYAOSAKU SONG HOSHI NO TEGAMI 😭😭😭😭😭 BEST SONG EVERRRR WTF SYAORANS SINGING VOICE IS SO!:?:)/$/? THEYRE SUCH A GOOD DUET

SYAOSAKU DATING. Btw. Theyre a couple. Theyre dating and theyre in love.

Cons:

KAITO.

New characters who happen to be mediocre

Akiho is literally just a carbon copy of sakura who is just sad (they refused to touch on the different aspects of her like reading books, singing and from kong kong only very rarely)

Kaito fucking sucks literally worst ccs of all time and THATS A LOT saying theres literal PEDOS in the fucking show but theyre all background characters but they can also piss off

Tbf i got confused along the way

Too many plot holes

Syaosaku angst

Syaosaku couldnt touch for a while 😔

Anyway why did yelan do that (referring to point above)

Some shit does not make sense

Tsubasa/xxxholic references (this is for you oomf)

Syaoran???? Is part of the “im keeping things from sakura” gang???? And it sucks so bad (yes it got resolved in the later half BUT IT STILL SUCKED)

TOO MANY THINGS KEPT FROM SAKURA JUST TELL HER DAMN

pushes most characters from the og manga aside to focus on akiho and that man 🙄🙄🙄

Clamp forces us to care about them but in reality we really do not gaf

(In reference to point above) Clamp sees that and pushes the nostalgia tactics/references sometimes and its lowkey tiring

The part where the syao/saku/tomo were reminiscing that fuck ass teacher made me ill i genuinely wanted to kms

Still hasnt gotten rid of their p*do ass shit thanks clamp very cool (sarcasm)

Did i mention that the og characters were pushed back? Because they really were

Akiho felt more of the main character of this story instead of sakura

Tbh not much happened in the entirety of this manga ESPECIALLY considering time shenanigans

Im still mad that syaoran hid stuff from sakura tbh

HOW CAN I FORGET THE UGLY ASS “YUNAAKI IS SIMILAR TO SYAOSAKU” PARALLELS AND HOW BADLY IT PISSES ME OFF

syaosaku dont look but theres an ugly bitch trying to be like you (yunaaki)

Yunaaki becoming borderline canon despite it being a toxic and p*dophilic ship

Kaito still exists in this fucking story and got a somewhat happy ending (befriending syaoran dont piss me the fuck off)

COMPARING KAITO TO SYAORAN KYS @ CLAMP

Kero/tomoyo/yue/nakuru/spinnel basically everyone magically involved is pushed back basically useless until the final act (i think i mentioned the character pushback before)

Still major plotholes

Yamazaki tells the truth now

Touya got whitewashed

Akiho still has too many similarities to sakura it still pisses me off. Why cant they make her her own character

My girl sakura developed anxiety

MY BOY SYAORAN DEVELOPED DEPRESSION

angsty ass middle schoolers

Didnt like the scene where sakuras grandad was basically throwing shade at syaoran comparing his romance with sakura to … sakura’s fuckass dad grooming her mom. What

Syaoran calmed down a bit i miss when he was chaotic af but whatever #middleschoolerthings

Season 2 is taking forever to release good lord

#thats about it i can think for now #if i remember i’ll probably add more idk #clear card spoilers #thoughts

[lapeaudelamemoire]

Missed orientation for my course today. The information announcing the date was in an email titled 'Internship Planning: Course Updates' or something of the sort, and only came after a list of dot points about the internship forms we are supposed to be working on, and not as a dot point itself either, which very much failed to draw attention to itself, I felt. Felt terrible this morning anyhow and was in no shape to go, but anyway - I missed it.

Completely unplanned aside - realise that I have become inured to messages and completely ignore them because of the constant expectation of being available to respond 24/7 with technology these days, or what I am now terming 'availability fatigue'.

I don't think there has ever been a time in human history where we have been expected to be immediately available all of the time, nor have had such wide and instant demand for responses. Now with mobile phones and the internet, there are text messages, emails, calls, from literally anywhere in the world pretty much, and you're expected to be available for dealing with such an influx 8 hours a day 5 days a week for work, and all the hours of the day outside of and to some extent including that in your personal life too. I think I have communication fatigue. I don't think there has ever been this much readily accessible communication before. But as things get faster, so does the requirement to communicate faster.

Suddenly I am stoppered with how many things there are that I want to say. And the same with how many things I want to do. And I realise that a significant amount of the choke is a not-felt but nevertheless effectively acting paralysis of fear or at least apprehension and tremulousness at the implications and energy that comes with having to face them.

They made me an email account of my own at the unpaid private practice clinic. Another email, that they suggested we route to our inboxes to make sure we don't miss anything.

I understand the benefit and necessity even of having separate accounts for each organisation and role and so on, but it also is so... many. Personal email, work email, other work email if you have a second job - and we have two placement locations, so - school email maybe if applicable (and it is to me), and really as many work emails as you have different jobs, including 'side hustles'.

When you go to fill out a form, there's Personal Phone, Work Phone, Home Phone, just the same.

.

Sigh. I came on here to say something else entirely.

Log.

Have been working on the apartment with the little bit of energy I've managed to recoup and accumulate during this break. Difficult to believe it's already the end of January. But reworking the apartment has been good.

... -

I am almost afraid to say it is good in case something jumps on that, that fear of speaking happiness like an invitation to have it be spoiled. But then I think that is why, perhaps, we so rarely speak of happiness and joy - not only that it is harder to pin down, nor that we are in the moment of experiencing it, but also that we fear that should we write it down as a record, that it would be an invitation to the fates to recant it, jinx it. We never fear that our sadness or misery be taken away by writing it down, and indeed writing it out or expressing it in any form is a way of letting it out, and lessens the burden - but it is the exact opposite we want of happiness and joy.

#personal #log

[atolua]

𖥻  AND THEY WERE ROOMIES ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚.  spring  of  2019  

EDITION .. and this is how mingi met his roommate (platonic edition)

FEATURING .. song mingi

CW(S) ..  lua’s too cute for this world  &  mingi calls her lulu because yes

MONA SAYS .. sorry for the lack of updates, i swear i’m getting back into writing for lua!

all mingi needed was a glass of water.

it's his fault, really. after rolling around on his bead, and quietly counting the sheep that jump over his head, did he really expect to feel drowsy? yes, he did.

from what he assumed, he was the only resident who had yet to fall asleep, so being stealthy was the main priority. author is pretty sure that doesn't mean that he has to act like he's auditioning for mission impossible.. but whatever gets him water, she guesses.

perhaps he should be given some credit, since he did successfully make it down the hallway. and he didn't bump into the tv stand, so this is a piece of—

thum.

mingi's attention turns to the sofa. having been so focused on his path, he didn't notice the bundled figure lying there. when he tilts his gaze a little lower, he notices what may have caused the barely audible thud—a stuffed toy sitting on the floor.

ah, it's just san. (that's what he thought.)

temporarily diverting from his mission, mingi carefully pads over to the sofa and picks up the fallen plushie. he decides to try and wedge it back into its owner's arms, until he has another realization: this isn't san.

this sleeping beauty's a bit shorter, and their facial features are softer. it can't be him. and he's right, it's not san. actually, this is none other than yuehua.

okay, now mingi is a little confused. as far as he was aware, the company had given his relatively new teammate her own bedroom. so why is she here, sleeping on the couch? even more, how is she sleeping so comfortably when her blanket is a thin shield from the cold atmosphere?

forget his original mission, he now had to make sure this sleeping beauty rests properly.

he decided to gently shake her shoulder until she roused from her sleep, enough for her to realize someone was trying to wake her up.

“is it morning already?”

“no,” he kneels down so they were eye to eye. “though, you do need to return to your bed so you can rest better.”

“but i like it here. it's where i can easily fall asleep, knowing that i'm close to you guys.”

whether she meant to admit that aloud or not, mingi didn't know. what he did know he was admired his elder even more than before. yuehua rarely spoke up about her wishes, especially if it seemed burdensome. so she laid them in the depths of her mind, and carried on like they had never been there.

mingi gently takes a locket of her silver hair and twirls it around his finger. he has to think—what can he do for yuehua? he wants to get her to a place where she can stay warm while replenishing her energy; she wants to be in a reachable distance with him and the other members. both of them have their own wish, so how do they meet in the middle?

an amazing idea formulates in his head.

“lulu,” he waits for her hum before continuing, “come sleep in my room. i've got an extra bed there, and no roommate to occupy it.”

“really?” yuehua asks, the drowsiness tinting her tone with a subtle shade of huskiness.

he nods and stands up, gesturing for her to follow him. without much more thought, she did as shown, and ends up falling face first onto the bed that had been promised. needless to say, she was back in the dreamland with no effort required.

on the other hand, mingi shuffles back into his bed and pulls his duvet to his chin, fully expecting to play another round of roly poly or count the stars in the milky way. plot twist: he shuts his eyes and swiftly drifts off into a peaceful slumber.

it's funny, the way mingi thought all he needed was a glass of water. instead, he returned to his room with a lovely human bean who doubled as an amazing roommate.

getting out of bed was so worth it.

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[monstermertens]

alright, here’s how things went down about as far as i remember;

edit: i've added dividers to represent the various "arcs" of my memories' "plot." there are three major arcs so far, as well as an "epilogue," and while the second and third blocks are still pretty big, i think they're a lot more manageable!

last updated: oct. 19th

vampworld was the result of a wish for simon to never become ice king. which, technically, yeah. he sure didn't do that. it was Way Worse.

aside from the opening where little marcy is stealing simon’s shoe, all events shown in the episode “the star” happened as normally depicted.

i was left in the tank, and once pep finished repairs, we went moving to look for bonnie. she was really badly hurt, drained of most of her color, but was able to patch herself up just enough to keep from. not getting back up. she spent a few days in the tank to recover.

i reached the milestones of a five year old within the first day in the tank. i guess i was pretty irritating, because bonnie eventually had peptank equip me with some basic equipment and let me outside to explore, so long as i kept within peptank’s proximity.

bonnie kept an eye on me from inside, and photographed me to document my growth progress throughout the whole thing. we had photos of me at the approximate ages of one (initial arrival), five (initial spurt), eight (when bonnie was lucid enough to notice), ten (photograph taken by the star), and every year since thirteen. my growth leveled out at around fifteen, and bonnie’s hypothesis was that something about babyworld inherently kept its inhabitants young.

i called it the neverland effect, and the name stuck, even though she thought it was too whimsical :p

anyway! while i was exploring, i did a lot of scavenging, and i had a watch so i could talk to peptank! when i reached about ten i started to go inside buildings, and that’s when the pillow corner really got started. i tried to grab “useful” stuff like tools or rare curios, but i ended up stuffing my backpack with every scrap of threadbare fabric and squashed pillow i could find.

and so, the pillow corner was born.

the scraps i collected supplied a lot of what i wore until i was physically ten. bonnie reworked some of peptank’s assistive arms to make him into a temporary clothing manufacturer cause i outgrew everything super fast

i know i was captured by the star around ten. she sent a photo of me to bonnie. i remember that much.

bonnie didn’t have the manpower to get me back and was forced into a toxic domestic situationship with the star. this part is where my rate of aging gradually started to slow down. we lived in the vampire city, and most of the star’s thralls left us alone

for timeline’s sake, i was ten when i was kidnapped and held hostage, and the memories start to trickle back at around fifteen, but really come back full force at 16-17. zero to fifteen was about a week, ten to fifteen was a couple days, and beyond age “fifteen” is when i slowed to start aging normally. bonnie and the star were together for years.

i was trans, but really clearly a dude from the get-go. bonnie had me on hrt pretty quick. a pretty painless process all told — i mostly just forgot about it, y’feel? (and i still do sometimes, despite the body being afab!)

i lost my arm while exploring outside the vampire city during that time. the star had less explicit control out there, but punishment was just as swift for the vampire who attacked me.

the full story is… graphic. and intense. but it’s over here if you wanna read it.

i know a lot about how the vampire nobility worked! back in the old days, it was basically just individualist imperialism, where vamps had to Start strong and Stay strong in order to stay on top and ensure their survival. it was well established by the time the vk took in the star. by the time i met her, she generally didn’t bother sucking up the souls of vamps she considered below her, and was used from time to time as a threat by the vk for others to stay in line. and she loved it.

but, when i was around sixteen or seventeen, the empress stole the vk’s crown and went rogue to do her own thing anyway. start her own vampire city. meanwhile, the crown somehow ended up back in the hands of our world’s simon petrikov, who had never escaped her thrall. the empress made him maintain the sun-blocking clouds put in place by the vk.

our simon petrikov was… i don’t know how to say it without sounding insensitive. but he was something truly, ghoulishly inhuman. most of the time, the crown was on his head, but there were times where he would keep it on his hip like he did when he was with marcy in the main timeline. blood on his hands and a crazed, almost hollow look in his eye. he was terrifying.

once in a while, he’d have a moment of lucidity where he wasn’t consumed by her spell or his own dissociative devotion. that was sy.

i met both simon and sy when i was around fourteen or fifteen. first simon, as something to be feared, then sy, as someone to be helped.

tldr; they were a system. when i first heard of them, they were just simon petrikov. but then i met sy and realized what was going on.

…the star came looking for me, since i’d technically run away from being her captive. she saw simon/sy, and she got. mad.

she hated him for leaving her when she was a kid. he tried to explain the situation with simon, but simon had had his time in the back seat and forced himself to the front despite sy’s protests.

i think something in her broke. but like, in such a way that something else started working again. she started moving towards becoming marcy.

marcy, bonnie and i helped sy and simon out, and they learned to work together. after we eventually took out the vampire king, sy and marcy reconnected, and marcy helped simon adjust. they moved in together after our finale, when the sun came out. bonnie and i stayed nearby with peptank.

marshall was. honestly just a really weird coincidence? like. freakish. but he was a more relatively recent attempt at adoption by sy, similar to marcy, and he was a lost werewolf prince — kinda like rapunzel in tangled? but as a monster prince, he was entitled to challenge vk for the title of king of all monsters. after that, the magic crown would be his by right. (luckily, he wanted no part of that thing.)

the werewolves were originally a pack as large as the vampire clan, but by my time they’d been reduced to a small rebel faction. marshall was the son of their last king, but he didn’t originally know any of them. they were similar to the railroad in fallout 4? the only ones left who really had the means to take down the established oligarchy, but far from the only ones against it.

…i had a goofball crush on marshall. he was about seventeen, i was around sixteen, but then he found out that i was originally from babyworld and had only spent a year or so in vampworld. but he was cool! kinda like a big brother or older cousin.

monsters were like the elementals of our world. some canon elementals existed too — candy, fire, ice, and slime — but my timeline’s “elements miniseries" equivalent surrounded vampires, werewolves, wizards, and demons, and might've been after the finale...?

marcy took a role similar to pb and fp. she was the vampire queen, in her giant bat form, with all her character development flushed down the toilet. and it made her sick to come back from.

our “finale” — my timeline’s equivalent to the last episode of adventure time — involved a werewolf/vampire standoff, with most other people left alive on the side of the werewolves. i was kinda like the sole survivor, if you remember the fallout 4 metaphor from earlier. y’know, running around helping folks, recruiting them to help our cause in exchange for protection from vagabonds and vampires.

marcy was… akin to zuko, if he didn’t become the firelord at the end. she fought, but like i said, she and simon lived on the outskirts, kinda like bucky’s initial steps to recovery in wakanda, but with a buddy. two for one, with sy and simon as her roomie!

preeeetty sure simon and sy were originally jewish, too. they and bucky are pretty similar, actually — go figure!

vampworld didn’t have a finn anymore before me. i usurped him and took our narrative role, since… he was already dead. or i guess he was just never born?

no humans untouched by vampirism or some other monsterous affliction or magical protection survived the initial fallout of the mushroom war. most other stuff was able to mutate, but... well, if you've watched arcane, "nature has made us intolerant to change. fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature."

it would explain why simon/“ice king” would initially be the only one capable of surviving rather than sy, since he was using the crown to keep them alive.

we had a betty though! she went missing and was presumed dead at the end of the mushroom war, which, turned out to be the time travel thing with hambo, like in canon. again, to draw a parallel to fallout 4 — she was like nick valentine. except we weren’t all that close since i knew other humans already. i had fuzzy memories of fionna and her simon, martin, and huntress, (all human), and bonnie told me about them while i was growing up. and the fact that more humans did come out of vaults like to the ones vault-tec built. (guess that explains what little human population there was.)

so that’s where vampworld martin came from. poor guy.

we had a minerva campbell too, but she never knew martin mertens, and she had lost her son when he was young…? she didn’t like talking about it. but something in her told me that she was just like my original mom, back in babyworld. i didn’t like thinking about that. frankly i still don’t so i’m gonna lock that up and move on

my timeline's equivilant to the "islands miniseries" also took place after the "finale."

i dunno if i ever found out why huntress wasn’t a wizard. maybe she would’ve been, if she hadn’t gotten ganked by the star. …whoops.

my timeline had a nico the catboy. he was still a cat, but he lived out somewhere with a werewolf pack, i think. we met after the showdown against the vk, and he was really cool. we started dating kinda by accident — luckily i had more life experience and he was more comfortable with dating me than marshall was. which i’m glad for, ‘cause marshall was a great familio-platonic bestie, and nico was a great partner.

nico was taller than me, long and lanky. He liked to sprawl out on top of me no matter what position i was in. and when i played with his hair, and scalp massages where i scratched behind his ears. his hair was super long, too — he rarely ever cut it.

if i had to assign him a human race, i’d say he was diné, at least in part. there were definitely holdovers from human culture across ooo, and that one resonates with what i remember about my nico and how he would read as being “coded.”

i, on the other hand, mostly cut my hair short. after the first time i chopped it all off when i was ten or twelve, it was never longer than about my shoulderblades.

i got a lot more comfortable taking my arm off with nico around. i didn’t like not wearing it since it’d lost it traumatically and shiz, but nico just… i dunno. he made it easier.

i used to sleep curled up in his arms with my face buried the crook of his neck. he smelled good, like boyfriend hoodies and a healthy cat. lean and muscular, so he was basically the ideal proportions for my sweaty ass to hold at night.

he was also super easy to lift, which i did all the time. i’d just scoop him up and carry him off, either because i was feeling needy or to help him calm down. eventually, i was able to haul him under my left arm just as gently as i could carry him bridal style.

this post is an ever-expanding wip as i remember stuff, so have a guinea pig 🐹

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