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[queerpumpkinnn]

Trial and Error (Part Two)

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Summary: Your boyfriend Eddie has recently learned that you’ve been faking orgasms. He makes it his mission to make sure you don’t have to.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: mentions of insecurity/inability to orgasm, mentions of drug use, smut but it's really mushy and sweet cause they l*ve each other, kinda angst but Eddie kisses it better, crying in the sad way, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, let me know if I missed anything!

Part One - Part Two

While reading, I recommend you listen to dancin' 'round the kitchen in the refridgerator light - a Spotify playlist by me!

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"You do realize that messing with me keeps me here longer, right?"

"I do know that." Eddie sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch you brush your teeth in the mirror.

This wasn't the first time you slept over at Eddie's, even before you two started dating he used to call you over to smoke when Wayne was on the night shift.

But it was the first time you slept over since having sex with him. Since that night Eddie had made many valiant attempts since then to make you cum, but in the end he usually needed your help. He'd reminded you several times that he was perfectly okay with that. Progress is progress, you supposed.

"Whaddaya thinkin' about?" Eddie's voice snapped your attention back to reality.

You hummed. "Nuffeen," you garbled, spitting out your toothpaste foam.

"Oh, I'm sure not nothing." Eddie mused, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Mm. Well, I guess you'll just have to be left wondering then." You giggled, dodging past him to skip to his room.

"Wha-hey!" Eddie barked out a laugh, chasing after you. He just managed to get hold of your wrist before you launched onto his bed, consequently pulling him with you. His arms caught himself, but not before his torso landed on your back, knocking an 'oomph' and all the air in your lungs out of you.

"Eddie!" You exclaimed, wiggling under him to no avail.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, effectively trapping you. "Nope. You're stuck. I guess you have to stay with me forever."

"I was gonna do that anyways, idiot, but I can't do that if I get crushed." You retorted. Eddie stilled over you, laughs subsiding into stunned silence.

"You were?" Eddie's voice was devoid of humor.

"Yup." You gasped. Eddie let out a soft oh, getting up off of you and sitting crisscross-applesauce in front of you. You mimicked his seating.

Eddie was smiling now, almost in disbelief. It saddened you, the look in his eyes.

"Forever?"

"Forever and ever, Eddie." You cupped his face, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

Eddie's fingertips ghosted over your wrists, body barely able to focus on any other sensation but your lips on his, so full of love and adoration it made him want to melt.

"I love you," Eddie breathed, kissing back gently.

"I love you too," you smiled, running your hands down to his chest.

"C'mere," Eddie murmured, tugging you onto his lap. As gently as he could, he laid you down on your back, with your legs already hooked around his waist like a koala.

Eddie began peppering kisses over your face, tickling you with his hair and his eyelashes. His fingers grazed over your sides delicately, sending electric sparks licking up and down your body. Your arms reached to circle around his neck, holding him close as his lips pressed sweet loving touches into your skin, warming your bones.

"I love you," Eddie sighed between kisses, "so much," his hands swooped over your hips, "so so much."

Any sweet response you would have given was replaced with a soft gasp as Eddie's mouth traveled lower, crawling down your figure as he went.

By the time his face was level with the ache between your thighs, your shirt had been discarded and he was tugging down your shorts and underwear in one go. Your hand was loosely threaded in his hair, shifting when he looked up at you with a glint in his eyes.

"May I?" Eddie asked, rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. You nodded, head falling back and eyes falling shut at the sensation of his kisses, calming and tantalizing at the same time.

Eddie's lips press a firm, slow kiss to the spot right above your clit, which has your hips rising up into his touch. He hums against the spot, hands pressing on your lower stomach to coax your hips back down onto the mattress.

In a matter of minutes, Eddie is pulling sweet sounds from you, soft breaths turned into small moans that grew louder and more desperate and strained as he continued. He was quite literally making out with your lips, alternating between teasing around your hole with his tongue and sucking your clit, laving his tongue over every bit of skin he could reach.

His keen ears are dutiful in seeing what movements make you get louder, watching when your brows furrow in pleasure, feeling for what makes your leg twitch.

"Yeah? Y'like that?" He hummed, and this time around you knew he wasn't saying it rhetorically, he was subtly searching for feedback.

"Yes, yes Eddie, so much," you sighed. "Need your fingers, please,"

"Yeah? Y'want my fingers honey?" Eddie brought a hand down under his chin, circling your entrance, gathering slick on his hand. You arched into his touch, letting out a sound nearly pornographic when his finger sunk into you, massaging you with a beckoning motion.

A second finger joined the first, sending inexplicable pleasure through your body.

"Good, doing so good baby," Eddie's voice was muffled, but it rang in your ears nonetheless.

But you couldn't help the fear creeping up your neck that the pleasure wasn't building. You tried to push it to the back of your mind but as the minutes passed your theory was confirmed.

You hated that there was a lump forming in your throat. You hated that there were tears pricking in your eyes.

You absolutely despised that the next moan out of you sounded more like a sob than anything.

Eddie seemed to notice, doing a double take in his surprise. He withdrew his fingers from you to let you sit up, coming up to cup your face instead. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay."

You sunk into his embrace, his hand petting over your hair while you sniffled. It didn't escalate into real crying, but you needed a minute to let the tension in your chest loosen.

"It's okay, honey, it's okay." Eddie hushed, rubbing up and down your back. He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs when you pulled your face out of the crook of his neck. "Do you want to stop for tonight?"

You shook your head. "I don't know if I can get there tonight, though."

Eddie gave you a soft smile. "That's okay." A stiffness in your shoulders that you didn't know you had relaxed at the simple words. "I still want to make you feel good."

You nodded, and Eddie placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose. "We can stop or do something else whenever you want sweet, just say the word."

You hummed, nodding.

"Good. Lie back for me?" Eddie didn't start crawling down until you did, not wanting to be further away from you than he could help.

His lips were more tender and sweet, if that was even possible, against your clit, fingertip tracing around your fluttering hole.

Eddie's soft praises and hums against your clit as he worked back up to two fingers flooded your brain, sending waves of warmth and pleasure and love over you.

Something about this was calmer, more content than before. You weren't afraid of not being able to orgasm, neither needing to. Just bathing the feeling Eddie was giving you without expectation or needing it to become anything, it just was. Enjoying the pleasure and love for what it was.

Your heart swelled and sighed at the thought. You hummed, watching Eddie contently, threading your hand through his hair again.

Your brows furrowed when a foreign sensation bubbled in your gut, and fire seemed to prick at the surface of your clit.

“Eddie- fuck, ohmygod-” you could barely choke out the words before heat spilled over and washed over you, covering you head to toe in ecstasy that made you cry out in bliss.

Eddie’s lips curled up into an awestruck smirk at your frantic breaths, then returned quickly to his ministrations, coaxing you through your high.

“Eds, fuck, too much-” you tugged his head away once your pleasure subsided to jolts.

“Mmm… tastes too good…” Eddie mumbled fondly, but his licks slowed. His head lay on your thigh, looking up at you with dreamy eyes.

“Feel good?” He smiled. You nodded. Perhaps his smile was contagious, perhaps you were overcome with joy already. It was probably both.

“Good.” Eddie hummed, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“You look pretty proud, Munson.” You mused.

“That I am.” Eddie placed a firm kiss to your knee. “Might’ve just found a new addiction.”

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[jpitha]

Between The Black and Gray 12

First / Previous / Next

... and Fen was laying on something.

Her back felt something warm and moist, but also scratchy. She opened her eyes and the ceiling was impossibly blue. There seemed to only be one incredibly bright point of light overhead as well.

Fen sat up and looked around. Everything was... green. The ground was covered in green plants, there were tall plants in the distance. Trees, she realized with a start. She swiveled her head around wildly. She was outside. Growing up aboard a space station, being planetside was an odd, and slightly worrying feeling. She was used to the comfort of walls and ceiling. Here it was just open.

Fen jumped up off the floor... the ground. The light overhead... the sun was warm on her back and the air smelled... fresh. It was the only way she could describe it. It smelled nothing like Station. As she was looking around, in the distance, she saw a K'laxi running towards her. It looked like...

"Ma!" Fen took off running towards her, tears streaming from her eyes. Both from the wind and her sudden flood of emotions. They crashed into each other and she picked Ma-ren up and spun her around wildly. "How can you be here? I saw you...you"

She nodded and put her finger to her lips. Fen put her down gently onto the grass and she wrapped her arms and tail around Fen tightly. They hugged a long time.

Ma-ren looked up and beckoned Fen the bend down. She did and Ma-ren whispered in her ear. "You're dead too."

Something between a moan and a cry escaped her lips when the wormhole link ended. Fen was sitting in one of the chairs on the command deck, tears streaming freely. Gord was staring at her. "Spy, looks like it happens to her too."

"Really? I was hoping it wouldn't I hear it's not plesant."

Gord shrugged. "Some people like it, but yeah, more often than not it's a curse."

"What happened?" Fen looked around and wiped her tears with her sleeve. The chair was hot and her skin stuck to the cloth in a way that was both familiar and depressing. "I have to go back! Ma-ren was there!"

"Oh no" Gord shook his head sadly. "And this soon too? I'm sorry Fen."

"What? What? What happened? Where was I?"

"Okay. So this one is a little strange, but I assume at this point you're getting used to strange." Gord got up from the command chair and sat in the chair next to Fen. "For about one in one hundred humans, when you traverse a wormhole link, something happens. For centuries humanity's best and brightest tried to figure out what was happening, what was going on what they were seeing." Gord sighed. "As near as anyone is able to figure out, one in one hundred people die when you traverse a wormhole. But, they only die for as long as it takes to traverse. When the ship exits the other side, you come back."

"I... died?" Fen stares straight ahead, looking at nothing. "I was... outside I think. Planetside. I had never been on the surface of a planet before. It was so blue and so green."

"Earth probably. That's the only planet I know of that humanity settled on that could be described so succinctly." Gord smiled sadly. "But yeah, whether or not you really died, or if it is a hallucination or whatever, nobody really knows. "

Fen turned and locked eyes with Gord. "And it'll happen every time we use the wormhole generator?"

Gord nodded. "Every time we use our specific wormhole generator yes. If we use the Gates, or FlashWarp or even a Flip Drive it doesn't happen. But our trusty old wormhole generators? Yup."

Fen sighed. She took a deep breath with her eyes closed, and let it out through her nose. "Okay." She chuckled. "Okay! Let's do this!"

Gord leaned back, surprised. "You're really all right?"

Fen laughed. "I am Gord. You know why? I can see Ma-ren again. I don't even have to die permanently. Every time we link, I can see her again, even if it's just for a moment. It's like... anticipation of the future when we're finally together forever. I'll take that. It's more than what I thought I was going to have just a few hours ago."

Gord smiled. "Lots of people I knew who died when we linked saw loved ones. Most of them were granted peace by it. A few were haunted. I don't think I ever saw anyone who was energized by it." He shook his head. "Thousands of years, and you still manage to surprise me." He looked up. "See Spy? This is why I hang around. This is why I'm still here after all this time."

"You mean to tell me it's not because nobody else will have you?" Spyglass laughed.

Gord crossed his arms and frowned, but his eyes smiled. "It can be two things." He got up and walked back to the command chair. "Spy where are we now?"

"We're on approach to Habilamen. I've reached out on the frequencies that you've recommended; they've contacted me and are granting us 'provisional' permission to dock and seek repairs."

Gord stood. "Well, it'll be boring to just sit here and wait. Come on Fen."

Fen stood. "Come on and do what?"

Gord raised an eyebrow. "If you're going to be able to go back to that Gren station, you're going to have to know how to work a battle rifle right? Come on then. I printed a couple out and some practice rounds. I'll teach you how to shoot."

Even though Fen grew up on a Gren Station her whole life, and was used to things being large, she was still taken aback at how large Spyglass was. Maybe it was because it was just the two of them and Spyglass, maybe it was because she had never really been on a starship before, she wasn't sure. But, when Glen led her down the ship and opened a door to a cargo bay that was easily larger than the entire forty third floor she gasped.

"I keep forgetting you never really went into space." Gord grinned. "It's fun to be around someone who is still surprised by things that I'm used to. Set up near the door to the cargo bay was a table with two battle rifles, extra magazines and further downrange a set of targets. Gord approached one. "Okay, so-"

The training continued on for the rest of the day. Fen learned about proper safe handling, loading and unloading, cleaning, maintaining and sighting even before she fired her first shot. Gord didn't mention it, but he was impressed. Fen took to it like a natural. By the second day she was hitting the target. By the third, she was gaining accuracy. By the time they reached Habilamen she was entirely competent.

Habilamen was an Innari station, one of the manganese breathers. It is a large and wide galaxy, and oxygen is far from the only power source that sapient life uses. The Innari have nearly no bones at all and their skeleton structure is a cartilage-like substance. Fen had never heard of them before, and Glen spent the last few hours before docking explaining protocol. They would have to wear suits while aboard Habilamen. "Let me do the talking." Gord said as they were suiting up. Spyglass had some positively ancient suits in a bay near the airlock. Gord made a face when he saw them, but they passed all the checks and he declared them 'good enough' for visiting the Innari.

"Back during first contact, the Innari were so afraid of humans, that people would go aboard their stations with their helmets completely opaque and would project icons onto the helmet with a cartoon of their face. We don't have to do that anymore, but don't expect a warm welcome." Gord reached behind Fen and fiddled with her suit. She felt some fans and the circulation improved.

"Why are they afraid of us?" Fen checked her seals like Gord showed her. All green.

Gord chuckled. "They said it was because humans kind of look like a predator from their deep past, but I'm not so sure. I think it might be more than a little good old fashioned xenophobia. They thought oxygen breathing life was super rare in the galaxy until they met us. We introduced them to the other peoples around us who also breath oxy, and I think it shattered their worldview a little." Gord sealed his helmet and toggled the suit-to-suit radio. "Do you hear me?"

"Yes, you're clear."

"Good. Okay, let's go say hi. Remember, just follow my lead, do the gesture of welcome like I taught you, and let me do the talking." Gord stepped into the airlock.

Fen followed and the door shut behind them. Spyglass was careful to evacuate all of their breathing gas before opening the outer door to the docking umbilical. After a moment, the light turned green, the door opened and she followed Gord out.

Immediately, Fen noticed the air. Her eyes, evolved to see through an oxygen atmosphere as they were noticed that everything had a grey cast, bordering on black and white. The overhead lights were about the same brightness as on the Gren station, but much redder. It made everything look like a dusky twilight. She fought an urge to turn on her suits flashlight.

They exited the umbilical to no fanfare whatsoever. There was a sign in their slashed and dotted script. Spyglass was handing translation duty, and it overlaid the translation in her vision. It told them to turn to the right to head to immigration

While they walked, Fen looked around. She saw many of the boneless Innari, going about their day. They seemed to slide along the floor, their... legs moving in a way that it was difficult to tell where one ended and another began. There were other people around as well, some with two legs like Fen, and others that she could not describe without sounding insensitive. Other than the air and the people and the distance, the feeling, the ambiance, the vibe was very much like the station she grew up on.

They got into a line, and eventually reached the immigration officer. Gord stood tall and made the Gesture of Welcome. He put both of his hands together, and rubbed his palms together and then pulled his hands apart quickly. Fen did her best to copy the gesture, but it was unfamiliar, awkward.

The immigration officer was unimpressed. "Origin?" Once again, Spyglass was translating for them.

"Gren Station 52589"

"Purpose of visit?"

"Starship repair and refitting."

The immigration officer paused at that, and looked down at his pad. "Trade goods or currency?"

"Both actually."

Spyglass whispered to Fen that he was giving an expression that made him look dubious. He made a noise that Spy said was like a sigh and continued.

"No weapons aboard, keep to the common areas, sleep aboard your ship and you may stay for a tenday. One extension allowed with permission. Is this acceptable?"

Gord nodded. "Yes, we accept those terms."

The Innari touched his pad and two stickers appeared in a slot. "Apply these to your suit. They're your visas."

Gord and Fen took their stickers and applied them, and they were gently but firmly, ushered away.

They left Immigration and stepped out onto the promenade. "Come on Fen, let's go."

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[blackmarketfruitrollups]

Fireflies (Steve Harrington x fem!Reader)

Warnings: angst, alcohol, I'm pretty sure that's it.

A/N: So I kinda hate this, but here you go.

It's amazing how your world can fall apart in a single day. 

When catastrophic things happen to someone, they rarely ever woke up that morning expecting it. It comes out of nowhere, or at least that's how it appears.

But sometimes it's been building for quite a long while, and Y/N L/N had come to the conclusion that the longer it's been building, the more excruciating it ends up being.

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

Absolutely infatuated. Falling hard and fast. As smitten as humanly possible.

These are all the ways Y/N's best friend, Robin, described watching Y/N interact with the dorky basketball player, Steve Harrington. What could she do about that though? It wasn't her fault that her childhood friend was so wonderful. 

For as long as both Y/N and Steve could remember, they had been involved in each others lives. Y/N's mother had been Steve's nanny from the time he was six months until he turned thirteen, so when Y/N was born it was natural that her mother bring her along when going over to the Harrington's home. By the time Y/N was five months and Steve was one and a half they were best friends, nearly impossible to separate from the other. Steve was her protector, and she was his firefly. 

An apt name, Robin decided, but only after she'd forced Steve to explain why, exactly, he'd decided to nickname her best friend after an insect. 

"She just lights up every room she walks into." Steve had smiled, watching Y/N from across the room. "And she's brightest around people she loves." 

"Ew." Robin's face scrunched up. "I knew you were a sap but damn."

Attached to the hip, that's how they were. Until middle school rolled around, and she had to watch as the popular kids decided Steve had enough potential to be one of them. He'd impressed them with his exceptional talent for basketball, the guys suddenly trying to recruit him for anything that had to do with the sport, and the girls drooling over the hot new kid that had already managed to make a splash in the social circles. 

Slowly, Steve's schedule was filled with basketball and social events, parties and dances and things that only people in the in-crowd were allowed to know about, and Y/N was slowly pushed out of both his schedule, and his priorities. She was still stuck in the past, trying to grasp a version of him that he'd left behind in his childhood, that's what Steve had told her. 

Gone were the days of sleepovers, laying in her backyard and watching the stars, swimming in his pool on hot days, giggling in blanket forts, and playing basketball. That was something he conveniently forgot to mention, Y/N had ranted to her mother. She was who had introduced him to basketball, she was who he played against for hours to get as good as he was, she was supposed to be his practice buddy forever, that's what he'd promised her one sticky summer night.

They'd spent all day playing basketball in his backyard, and they were both exhausted laying on the concrete and talking.

"You're getting pretty good at this, Stevie."

"You think so?"

"Yup. I bet you're gonna get even better too. Then you'll play in the big leagues, like in high school."  

"I wouldn't be this good without you, Y/N. You're the best practice partner ever." 

She laid there silent, her face heating up and confusing an eight-year old Y/N. Why did her face feel so warm?

"You the only person I'm ever gonna play basketball with." A nine-year old Steve declared.

"That's not gonna work, Stevie." She giggled. "You'll have to play against other people when we're older."

"Hmm." He considered for a moment. "Then you'll be my only practice buddy, ever. And we'll only ever practice with each other, forever." 

But he'd broken that promise as soon as seventh grade hit, and Y/N supposed that it wouldn't have hurt as much if they'd still been friends. He would've comforted her, wiped away any possible tears and somehow made her laugh. But they weren't friends anymore, were they? He'd left her, decided that she wasn't enough for him anymore.

Fine then. She didn't need him anyway, that stupid boy wasn't going to ruin her life just because he didn't want to give her the time of day. Whatever, let him get swept up in the popularity. 

Looking back, Y/N supposed that, despite how angry the middle school version of her was, there was still a part inside her that was continuously clutching to the hope that one day, her best friend would come back. But until then, she'd needed to find new friends. Real friends that weren't going to leave her at the drop of a hat, or the prospect of popularity.

Senior year of high school, what a journey it had been getting there. Both Steve and Y/N had been sucked into the drama with the Upside-down their junior year, thanks to Steve's infatuation with Nancy Wheeler, and Y/N just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

That's when they walked into her life, Robin Buckley and Andrea Davison.

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

After the traumatizing things she'd faced in the Byers' home, Y/N had done her best to scrub her life clean of anything that had to do with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington for the rest of junior year. After ignoring her throughout middle school, and then allowing his so called 'friends' bully her through high school, Y/N wasn't about to just allow him back into her life just because they'd had to fight demogorgons together. 

But suddenly, Steve started popping up.

Everywhere.

He was bringing flowers to her mother, thanking her for all the years she'd spent taking care of him. He was spending time with her dad, who'd for some reason begun teaching Steve how to fix stuff on his car. He was in her art class for some reason, despite having sworn up and down his whole life that he would never ever voluntarily take part in such an "emasculating" subject.

At first she'd thought that maybe, just maybe, he was trying to impress her. Trying to fix their relationship and put effort into being a good friend, maybe he'd finally realized how much of a tool he'd been to her.

But Y/N wasn't who he was trying to impress, and she realized that when she saw him pinning Nancy Wheeler playfully to her locker, before starting to make out with her in the hallway. 

"Whatever." She'd told Andrea. "We haven't been friends in years anyway. It's no surprise that I'm still invisible to him, but who cares."

She did. She cared. But she wasn't going to admit that to anyone, especially not herself. 

At least, not until their senior year, when a sloshed Nancy Wheeler very publicly broke the heart of Steve Harrington at the biggest Halloween party of the season. 

Despite how painful it was, it seemed to have knocked some sense into the boy, and while the rest of Hawkins High was disappointed in how much 'King Steve' had mellowed out, Y/N was relieved to see that there was still some of the same kid from her childhood left in him.

That being said, him showing that he still had some resemblance of basic human decency didn't undo years worth of hurt, and Y/N continued to ignore him. She wouldn't talk to him when he showed up at her house. She walked past him in the hallways without acknowledging his existence, even though at some point he'd started to wave at her again. 

And she was content with this, atleast that's what she kept telling herself. It was better this way, because this way she wasn't going to get hurt. The douche had already proven that he would ditch her at the drop of a hat, and that wasn't going to happen again. Besides, he was only crawling back after perfect Nancy Wheeler had gotten tired of him, and if he thought she was going to be his rebound than that boy was more delusional than she thought. 

Her plan to get rid of him? Ignore him. And she was successful, until one day Andrea yanked her into the girls bathroom to talk.

"Alright, what's the deal with you and Harrington?" Andrea asked pointedly.

Y/N blinked, stunned. "Were you just standing there waiting for me? How long have you been in here?"

Andrea rolled her eyes, "That's not the point-" 

"Is this why I couldn't find you at lunch?"

"Just answer the question." 

Y/N sighed, crossing her arms and shifting her weight from side to side, avoiding Andrea's eyes. "Nothing is going on, he's just being weird."

"You call going around asking about you nothing?"

Her mouth fell open, turning and staring at her best friend. "Pardon?"

Andrea put her hands on Y/N's arms. "You haven't heard? He's been going around asking about you in art class. And Nathan heard him talking about you in the locker room."

Y/N's face scrunched up in confusion, panic filling her chest. What could he possibly want? Why was he asking about her? 

Andrea watched her with concern, as she just stood there without breathing. "Hey, you alright?" 

"Yup that's the plan." She nodded, biting her lip while she fixed her hair. 

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

"I'm sorry, your plan to get Harrington to stop asking about you is to show up to a party with his biggest enemy?" Robin asked. She and Andrea were sitting on Andrea's bed while Y/N examined herself in the mirror on her friend's vanity. They had all been getting ready for whatever party the football team was throwing this weekend when one of them had mentioned the basketball players.

"And is Billy aware that you're only going with him to piss Harrington off?"

Y/N snorted, "Oh please, he's only going with me to piss Steve off. We both have a common interest, y'know the whole 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend' thing." 

"Quick question, when did you start referring to him as Steve again?" Andrea smirked, making eye contact with her friend in the mirror. 

"I- uh. Shut up." 

"Your face is bright red."

"Robin you aren't helping!"

Y/N had met up with Billy after she and her friends had arrived at the party, and after wrapping his arm around her waist and parading her around in front of Steve a few times, it was on to the next chick. Whatever, she knew the whole reason they had shown up together was to get at him, but it would've been nice for Billy to wait more than ten minutes before ditching her. 

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

"I'm gonna go get a drink." Billy shouted over the music, before disappearing into the crowd of people surrounding them before she could respond. 

Nonetheless, mission accomplished, and now she could go find Robin and Andrea and get out of here. She really didn't see any point in staying when everyone at the party was already absolutely sloshed when they had showed up. 

Turning back towards where she was pretty sure the door would be, she started weaving her way through the rest of the teenagers, occasionally having to shove someone out of the way, when Andrea appeared in front of her. 

"There you are! I've been looking for you! Robin had too many jell-o shots and is wasted!"

"What? Is she okay?"

"Yeah she's fine, but Chelsea Roberts isn't!" Andrea shouted.

"What does she have to do with-?"

"Robin and I were looking for you and found Billy making out with some chick, and it was Chelsea! So Robin snatched her up off his lap by her gross perm and splashed some jock's drink in Billy's face!" 

"WHAT?" 

"Don't worry! I have Robin hiding in a broom closet! I'm gonna pull the car around, so we can leave before Billy finds her! Do me a favor and go get her!" With that, Andrea turned and dissapeared, leaving Y/N there groaning.

Making her way through the sea of people back the way she came, Y/N started walking up to random doors and knocking, (not wanting to be scarred for life) before slowly opening the doors and peeking inside, looking for her friend.

Opening the fifth door, she glanced inside to find a kitchen, starting to close the door before she heard a sad chuckle.

"Hargrove, really?" 

Y/N paused, pressing her eyes shut and squeezing the door knob harder than necessary. "I'm not doing this with you."

A scoff came from the other side of the door. "You can't ignore me forever." 

She swung the door open and made eye contact with a melancholy Steve Harrington, sitting on the kitchen counter next to the punch bowl and red solo cups, a half empty bottle of vodka in his hand. "Oh yeah? Watch me." 

She turned to walk away, when a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back toward him. "I'm not gonna let you keep ignoring me."

Y/N swung around, getting in his face. "You did it for years, don't complain now that it's my turn to pretend you don't exist."

She ripped her arm out of his grasp and yanked the door back open, set on getting away from him and finding Robin so they could leave. 

Footsteps followed behind her, and she turned to find Steve following, eyes bloodshot but determined as he kept a firm grip on the bottle in his hand. "You realize he's a player right? He's only interested in a hit it and quit it!" 

"Takes one to know one, doesn't it?"

"I'm being serious!"

"So am I." 

"Look I helped save your life!" Steve started, making her pause. She glanced around nervously to make sure nobody was listening before continuing to look through rooms.

"I never asked you to do that."

"But I did, and you owe me! Atleast a basic conversation!"

Y/N swung around, steam pouring out of her ears as she stared at the man who had so much audacity as to feel entitled to a spot in her life despite mistreating her for years. 

"I'm sorry, I owe you? I wasn't the one who abandoned their best friend for some rich, self centered pieces of shit! Do me a favor and go back to pretending I don't exist, so I can hate you in peace." 

She turned around and ripped open the only door she hadn't opened, absolutely fuming, when she saw Robin sitting on the floor giggling. 

She leaned down and swung Robin's arm over her shoulders hauling the girl off the ground and trying to stumble out of the closet with her, straining. 

Determined, she started trying to drag Robin toward the front door, walking past Steve while he continued trying to talk to her. He finally stopped and looked at her, sighing, before walking over and slinging Robin's other arm over his shoulders. 

"Uh, what do you think you're doing?" Y/N glared.

"Helping you get her to the car before Hargrove finds her, is that okay firefly?"

Every hair on her body shot up as she turned and scowled, the old nickname stabbing at her heart instead of bringing comfort like it used to.

"Don't you ever call me that again, do you understand?"

"I-"

"Do you understand me Harrington?" 

He nodded silently.

With that, the both started hauling a still giggling Robin out the front door and to Andrea's car. They layed the girl in the back, and she quickly fell asleep, snoring loudly after Y/N tossed a jacket over her.

"Well," Andrea wiped her hands. "This has been a fun night." She turned and crossed her arms, glancing between the boy that was awkwardly standing there, and her best friend who looked ready to murder someone. "So I'm gonna get in the car, you guys hash out whatever this is quickly so we can get home."

With that, she shot Y/N a wink and slid into the driver's seat of her car. 

They turned toward each other, awkwardly eyeing the other person before Y/N cleared her throat.

"Uh, thank you. For, y'know." She gestured at the sleeping girl in the car.

"It wasn't a problem." Steve smiled. "And I'm guessing you won't be going out with Hargrove again, because of all that." 

"Yeah, probably not." She sniffed. "So, goodnight."

She turned and started hurrying toward the car, and he started after her again. "C'mon please, I've been trying for months and this is the first time you've actually talked to me."

"Well I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in anything you have to say. Your actions over the last few years have said enough." But as her hand closed around the handle to the car, she hear the click of car doors locking, and made eye contact with her smirking best friend.

"Andrea you suck!" She shouted.

"You'll thank me later." Andrea smiled. 

From behind, Steve very gently turned Y/N around, pulling her a few steps away from the car before speaking. "What did I do to make you hate me so much, firefly?"

She glared up at him, starting to blink away tears. "I told you to never call me that again." 

He stared at her, something soft and warm glimmering in his eyes, and pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. And everything came pouring out.

"You abandoned me." She whispered. "You were my best friend and you left as soon as something better came along, and I will not be your backup just because your girlfriend dumped you." 

He watched her carefully, watched as tear tracks tattooed themselves down her cheeks, her mascara starting to run ever so slightly. Her hair was a little messy, having been undone between carrying Robin and making her way through crowds, and her face red from both anger and sadness. Yet she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he would withstand a lifetime of her yelling at him just to be graced with her presence.

"I needed you, Steve. And you just left and forgot about me."

"I know, sweet girl." He gently wiped the tears from her eyes and pressed his forehead against hers. "And I will never be able to apologize enough for that. I was an absolute idiot to not realize that I had the best thing in the world right in front of me, and I can only beg you to forgive me." 

He gazed at her lovingly. "And if you'll allow me, I will spend a lifetime making it up to you. I've missed you more than I can express, but being around you makes it feel as though I can finally breathe for the first time in years." 

She looked at him and huffed out a laugh. "Who knew alcohol made you so poetic."

"It's one of the many wonderful things about me." He grinned.

She cracked a smile, before looking at him seriously. "You really hurt me Steve, and I'm not gonna be able to forgive you right away. It's gonna take work, and if you're not willing to put in the effort than don't waste my time." 

"I've learned my lesson firefly, and I'm not letting you go again." 

#fluff #angst #fanfiction #steve stranger things #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things x reader #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #x plus size reader #x female reader

[tatatale]

Yup, that’s an idea how life would be if they are friends. By force of course.

Error!Terria is so lonely she just doesn’t understand that she must stop talking to let him talk.

Aaaah beautiful romance XD

At least Geno can take a break. After all she was stuck with her for almost forever.

THEY'RE ON A DATE HAHAHAHA!!

Yes I'm here for this gossip ≧▽≦) Go, Error!Terria!!

Eternal did not agree to this.

#Ask #Error!Terria #A L I V E Fanart #rosaberge2 #Kao

[clonerightsagenda]

everythingitcouldbe THE TAGS???? HELLO???

re: this post's tags, a 2 year old extremely silly conversation from discord making a lot of references to the Lambert Week video series

Kat thinking about the timeline of Lovelace's appearance again… Eiffel at some point after staring into space for several minutes: Captain I think you exist because the commander was having a breakdown Minkowski: has her fucking meltdown Eiffel: is consequently off the comms for a few weeks the aliens: print off a spycam to see what the fuck is going on Lovelace: enters this world with severe anxiety who says having a mental break and hunting a plant for 2 weeks isn't productive

Kate Summon a Captain and a friend

Kat my stream of consciousness from this point 'why did they think Lovelace was the best responsible adult to send' 'well they were trying to be Sneaky and she was the only one who had a craft they could copy and not be super obvious' 'what if at some point in s2 Lovelace is Not being a responsible adult and Eiffel is unable to broadcast for whatever reason and so the Listeners decide they will send in a responsible adult and just fuckin. teleport a Lambert on death's door in' Lambert, in the process of hacking up a lung, glowing blue: Why Aren't You Talking To Us Eiffel: So. Uh. Captain? Commander? Sorry to bother you but this nerd guy just appeared in Hilbert's lab and I think he's speaking in tongues? Also he might be dying. Anyway I'm still strapped to the table due to Lungs Exploded, please advise.

Gill the ghost of Hilbert's past sins

Kat Hilbert, walking in and assessing the situation: motherfucker

Kate Pffff

Kat Eiffel: Should I make room on the table??

Kate Eiffel is yelling because a guy just teleported into the lab. Minkowski is yelling because Will People Stop Randomly Appearing On Her Station. Lovelace is yelling because what is Lambert doing here, aren’t you dead, I had FINALLY managed to Cope and move on, what the fuck. Lambert is trying to yell but can’t because critical lung collapse Hilbert turns around and leaves

Gill Hera: Yup, same shit, different day.

Kat also bold of Lovelace to claim she has managed to Cope and move in while in season 2 Murder Mode

Kate She thinks she’s handling it very well and normally

Gill Lovelace: Some people?? Give a dude two liters of their blood? To cope???

Kat The aliens just want to know why their favorite podcast is on hiatus!! Their spycam was doing shuttle repairs and not watching their Boy, they needed to know what was Up

Gill so do you think they figure out how to keep their new spycam stable before he dies a second time and they have to reboot him

Kat probably not frankly it's not great for anyone involved

Kate I am a huge fan of Lambert dying and rebooting several times in a row before they figure out a stable configuration

Gill also, Lovelace, having progressed past terrified anger into giggling hysterically: I was right!! This is hell!! This is my own personal hell and I am stuck here forever!!!

Kat Lovelace just like D : Eiffel, still strapped to the table: cool cool this is cool

Kate It is deeply traumatic for everyone involved, except for Hera, who thinks it’s fascinating in a gross way, and Hilbert, who tbh also thinks it’s fascinating in a gross way

Kat someone please get Lovelace's heart rate trigger off

Gill Minkowski, approaching Lovelace: Captain….. I think we're in a very stressful situation…… and we should probably take the bomb trigger off your wrist until things calm down Lovelace: /is not in a headspace to receive this information

Kate Lambert keeps it together just long enough to say “the what” before dying for the third time in the past ten minutes Eiffel: oh yeah it’s this whole—aaaaand he’s gone again

Kat Hera: Is this how it normally works

Kate Eiffel: Hey doc is this what Decima does

Kat Hilbert: …. maybe?? Is unprecedented medical phenomenon. Might as well take credit.

Gill also i am absolutely picturing him at least once collapsing into Lovelace's arms and going "Captain, I think something's still really wrong with me /hurk /dies again" Lovelace: D'8

Kat He died not knowing Selberg was making them sick on purpose. I wonder if Hilbert would feel at all bad if one of his victims popped up still dying and asked for his help, because he's his doctor Probably not Lambert: Doctor, I - keels over Hilbert: Eh. Better luck next time

Gill Hilbert: Perhaps I can- Lovelace: NO!! Hell no you're why he's like this in the first place this is YOUR fault and you don't get to touch him

Kate This is the closest Decima has ever come to working Hilbert wants to Study

Gill alien blood vs Decima round 2: Oklahoman Cage Match

Kat Hilbert like well, I don't know that Decima can't make people manifest out of nowhere and revive repeatedly. His blinders are on really well Eiffel: is this my future. Am I going to get stuck in a respawn cycle Hera: I find it morbidly interesting when someone else's communication officer is spitting blood. I draw the line at my communication officer spitting blood

Gill honestly the level of Freak Out just makes it funnier if/when the Dear Listeners do figure out a stable configuration and Lambert has one last blood-hacking-up coughing fit before going "actually I feel much better now" (Lovelace refuses to put him down anyway)

Kat how much of that did you process Sam

Gill he heard shouting and then Captain Lovelace was squeezing him really hard

Kat Lambert: I guess I blacked out a few times - Hera: His vitals stopped a lot

Kate And then he glowed blue It was a little noticeable

Gill Eiffel: Also he asked when the broadcasts would resume in this weird echo-ey god voice.

Kate Minkowski: Okay. Okay. We are going to calm down and figure this out, calmly, together. Minkowski, glaring at each of them in turn: Minkowski: Hilbert, explain.

Kat Hilbert: No precedent for Decima virus producing bio-luminescence but I suppose - Eiffel: Listen I know my pop culture experience isn't respected here but that guy is 100% possessed Or a ghost? Can you be a possessed ghost? (Yes)

Gill Eiffel, putting a hand up: I'm not saying it was aliens, but…

Kat Eiffel: He manifested in here. This is a manifestation Minkowski: Eiffel you are on a lot of medication right now Hera: No that happened

Gill oh yeah I suppose if Lambert's been rebooted over and over again it's only when respiratory gets stable that he'd get to go through the Brain Reboot Thing so he's like half-conscious and clinging to Lovelace and mumbling something about being a goose

Kat Lambert, vaguely: I don't want to crunch the ice

Kate Lambert, half-conscious: you smell like musk. Lovelace: ….. thanks? Lambert: no. That’s bad

Kat Lambert, fuzzily glimpsing Eiffel: the future man…. he's bad at his job Eiffel: REALLY

Gill Hera: …how does he know about you? Lambert: Oh you're here too! Hello! You're a person!

Kate Hera: oh, he talks in a normal voice now? Lambert, pointing at the ceiling: you! I like you! You’re a person! Ha same braincell

Kat Lambert: Rheeeeeea. Heeeeera. That's a… that's an acronym. No that's not right… Minkowski, so lost: Anagram?

Gill Lambert: Is this… the future?? Lovelace, just completely beyond capacity at this point: Yes, Sam. Yes it is.

Kat Lovelace: Sam I think you need to rest and calm down, ok? Lambert: You were there too captain but you weren't…. yourself? Eiffel: : o Lovelace is also a possessed ghost?

Gill Minkowski: I think we all need to take a deep breath… and calm down. Lambert: /attempts to take a deep breath Lambert: /starts coughing again Lovelace: ( 8

Kat Eiffel also starts coughing so as to not be left out Minkowski gives Hilbert a death glare

Gill so is this before or after the events of the live show

Kat unclear but iirc Eiffel was not supposed to be out of bed in the liveshow and the dialog in Knock Knock would imply he got sent back to bedrest for a while Eiffel: Someone untie me I refuse to keep sleeping in here what if more ghosts manifest to yell at me. I think this lab is cursed

Kate Minkowski: Eiffel! You are not ready to leave bed rest! Do you want to end up like that? Eiffel: That wasn’t expressing a preference for non-ghosts to yell at me

Gill Lovelace: Ok but what if more of my dead friends do come back because they manifested to yell at you sounds like something worth testing

Kat Eiffel: Ok fine! Then Captain Lovelace has to stay here with me! Eiffel: Or a nightlight! I demand one of these things

Gill tbh if Lambert has to stay in the lab under observation I dont imagine Lovelace is leaving

Kat

Hera: Are you scared of the ghost? He doesn't seem that scary. mostly he's coughing up blood Eiffel: This is how zombie movies start Eiffel: if he bites me you have to vent me into space quick before I bite the commander Hera: Can I let you bite Hilbert first at least Eiffel: Yeah actually make sure I bite Hilbert

Kate Hera: he’s been mumbling about spreadsheets for twenty minutes. I don’t think he’d be interested in your brain. Hah

Gill Lambert talking in his sleep about scented candles Jumbling up his candle shopping adventure with random Pryce And Carter tips

Kate Lambert: nnnnnnnn… tip 24… sandalwood There is a wrong way to eat an oreo. It’s coziness points

Gill Lambert: Gay boy Lambert… is not proper emergency procedure…

Kate Lovelace, who is definitely not crying, shut up: Is he talking about Pryce and Carter’s in his sleep. I’m going to strangle him again.

Kat The aliens have still not gotten a new podcast episode. However they at least have eyes on their boy now and a slightly better understanding of the importance of lungs.

Gill Eiffel, on his next broadcast: she might kill me for saying this, but I swear to you, Dear Listeners, I heard the new guy say to Captain Lovelace something like “I think you have maximum smelly points Captain” and she started like, openly sobbing, and I don’t think it was because she was upset either

Kat "It's been a weird 24 hours!"

Gill Lambert waking up the next morning and interrogating Eiffel about how he’s here and what’s going on and also, why are you so bad at your job?? Eiffel would leave but he’s strapped to a table to prevent that exact thing

Kate Eiffel: You’re the one who just teleported here and then died in all of our arms at various points! I think I should be asking the questions here

Gill Lovelace, half-awake in a chair between both of them: can all of you stop being so loud this early Lambert: Whatre you doing already up, Captain?? Lovelace: Bold of you to assume I ever went to sleep Lambert: Captain…

Kat Lovelace is also low on blood at the moment

Gill Everyone in this medical lab is not doing so hot at the moment and is in various modes of hilarious mess

Kat Minkowski showing up in the morning with cups of coffee and granola bars like…. hello?? Eiffel: Hera did anyone else teleport onto the station Hera, darkly: not yet

Kate Minkowski: are any of you okay at all? Simultaneously, Lovelace says “yes,” Eiffel says “no,” and Lambert makes a whiny gurgly cough noise Minkowski: … I’ll take that as three “no”s

#everythingitcouldbe #replies #tales from the group chat #wolf 359

[scarletsaphire]

Mikey has been the DM for his Dungeons and Dragons group for ages. But that changes today; the local game store is holding an event, which means that he is finally going to get to play! The sorry sucker that's been assigned their DM, named Edgar, will have no idea what hit them.

---

And the other definitely not forgotten one @phantasycentral

"Are you excited?" Nathan asked as he walked down the street next to Mikey, holding his folder close to his chest.

"Am I excited," Mikey repeated in a mocking tone. "Of course I am! I've been stuck as you lot's dungeon master for five years now. Finally, I'll be able to be a player and join in your game ruining shenanigans!"

"Hey!" Caroline said. "We don't ruin any of the games."

"Yea," the other Nathan, or Nate as the gang tended to call him, added. "We enhance it!"

Mikey stopped in his walking to turn and look Nate in the eye. "You caused a black hole by sling-shotting a bag of holding into another bag of holding, ending the big bad instantly, and causing a TPK. On session four."

"Ok, but it's your fault we had two bags of holding," Nathan argued.

"It was not!" Mikey protested. "You guys are the ones who broke into the Grand Wizards Tower the second it was introduced, and then robbed him blind when he tried to stop you!"

"I mean," Caroline said, "You are the one who gave him two bags of holding."

"He made them!" Mikey was nearly yelling at this point. "He was the maker of like, all the enchanted items in the land, of course he'd have two bags of holding!"

"Still your fault," Nate said.

Mikey tugged at his hair. "This is exactly why I am so excited this event is happening. If I have to run one more game with you dunderheads as my party I'm going to lose my mind."

"I thought you already lost your mind when I made that Tabaxi?" Caroline asked, grinning deviously in a way that she only ever did around them. She was normally very self concious about her braces, but apparently bashing orcs heads in with a great axe made for great bonding experiences.

"Oh yea, that one that could run like, 300 feet in a turn!" Nathan said. "I remember that! You ran circles around that Dragonborn, literally!"

"I did!" she preened. "And I distinctly remember you saying that it was the final nail in the coffin of what was left of your sanity."

"I got it back," Mikey sniffed. "Because I'm just better like that."

"If you were than you wouldn't get so hung up on us just having some fun with your games," Nate said, elbowing Mikey in the side.

"Whatever," Mikey grumbled. "Hopefully, whoever is our DM for this event is someone really good, and our schedules will line up, and they can take the curse of Forever DM away from me."

"Well, we're about to find out," Nathan said, coming to a stop in front of the game store. "You all ready?" The group traded determined nods, and made their way into the building.

It was populated, but not full. A number of people were sitting at fold out table in the rear end of the store, just visible through the shelves of board games, RPG books, and fancy dice. A middle aged man stood behind the counter, helping a young woman buying a pack of Pokemon cards. He waved to the lot of them when they came in briefly, before returning to the transaction. They all hovered at the counter, waiting for him to be finished.

It didn't take long before the woman was happily on her way out, Pokemon cards in hand, and the man turned to the four of them. "Howdy folks!" he said, voice thick with a southern accent. "Y'all here for the D&D stuff I take it?"

"Uh, yea," Mikey said, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "We uh. We signed up online?"

"Yup, most did," he said. "My name's Chris, I run this place with my sister. Give me just a second to pull up the list and..." Chris clicked a few buttons on his computer. "Ok, it looks like you'll be playing with Edgar. He's the fella in the purple jacket, right back there." Chris nodded his head towards the back, where, just as described, a man sat at the head of one of the empty fold out tables, a DM screen in front of him and a play mat stretched out across the table.

"Ok," Mikey said. "Uh, thank you!" With that, he led the group the rest of the way into the game store. Edgar looked nice enough; he was on the paler side, with dark black hair and a well kept goatee. He had also set up the map pretty well, at least from Mikey's perspective; most of it was covered with papers, which he presumed would be removed while they explored. When the three of them approached the table, Edgar looked up and smiled at them.

"Aw yes, you must be my adventurers!" he said. "I'm Edgar, and I'll be the story writer for the evening. I assume you have all created characters for the evening?"

Mikey and the rest of the group gave a variety of affirmatives, as they all took their seats at the table. "Do you want to take a look at our character sheets before we get started?" Nathan asked, pulling the paper out and holding it out to Edgar. 

Edgar waved the paper away. "There's no need. I'm sure I will become... properly acquainted with all of your characters by the end of this story. Now, are you all ready to start? I promise, it will be an adventure to die for."

Mikey caught Caroline's eyes from across the table. She looked nervous. They all did; none of them were exactly what would be described as sociable, outgoing people, so it was only natural that they'd all have some kind of social anxiety in this situation, but there was something off about Edgar. Something about the way that he spoke...

Mikey took a deep breath. His mom had been getting on his case lately, about needing to get out of his comfort zone more. She probably meant to start playing a sport or something, but this counted. Maybe Edgar was just as nervous and socially awkward as they were, and just had an odd way of saying it? "We're ready," Mikey said. 

"Wonderful. Then let us begin."

---

Mikey couldn't say at what point during the exposition things started to get weird. Edgar was a very good storyteller, so for a while, it just seemed like he was painting a very vivid picture of the forest laid out before them, vivid enough that Mikey could see the towering trees and dappled sunlight on the ground. And then he could smell the clear, cool air, and hear the bird song and the wind rustling in the leaves, and feel the dirt on the ground beneath his leather boots, and Mikey was no longer just Mikey, he was Erdri, his dragonborn paladin. 

"What..." Nathan, a half-elf cleric named Vaeril. "What happened? How are we..."

"Ok cool so I'm not just going crazy," Nate said. His spoke with a lisp, his half-orc tusks making the softer sounds of Common awkward. 

"Not unless we all are," Caroline replied. Mikey almost missed her; she was a halfling rogue, which made her very, very easy to miss. "You don't think..."

"That I was a ghost?" It was Edgar's voice, coming from a squirrel in the trees. "If you didn't, you'd be wrong. You can call me Ghost Writer, and I've decided to play my hand at this new form of collaborative story telling. You will be my test group! How lucky you are."

Nate drew his great-axe from behind his back. "You let us go right now! You won't get away with this!" 

"Oh, none of that," Ghost Writer replied. "If you won't play fair, than neither will I." Nate tripped and fell face first on the ground, the great-axe flying from his hand. "All you have to do is finish this adventure. That's what you agreed to do, is it not?"

"Not like this!" Nathan complained.

"Tomato, tomato," Ghost Writer said. "You agreed, and now you have to see the story to the end. Be careful! I'm not planning on going easy on you." The squirrel lost the imprint of Ghost Writer's features, returning to existence as a completely regular squirrel.

"We're gonna die," Caroline said, just above a whisper. "We're totally going to die!"

"No, we're not," Mikey said. The strength in his voice surprised him. "We're going to win."

"How can you say that?" Nate asked, brushing the dirt off of his face. "We've never done anything like this before!"

"Yes, we have! We've been playing Dungeons and Dragons for years. You all are experts at breaking a DM's story, and I know all the tips and tricks about DMing that there is to know. This "Ghost Writer" won't know what hit him."

"Ok," Nathan said, taking a deep breath. "Ok. I believe you. But why the hell do I believe you."

"I rolled like, an 18 in charisma."

"That'll do it."

"Onwards and upwards?" Nate held his hand out between the four of them. 

One by one they all added their hands to the stack. 

"Onwards and upwards!" They said the cheer unanimously, throwing their hands up in the air. Together, they made their way deeper into the forest, where adventure awaits.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #phantasy phest 2023 #mikey danny phantom #I do not think a single other character has a tag. I dont even know if mikey actually has a tag! #take it.

[doodler-jpeg]

Hewwo!

If u write for tf2 - scout. Pls lemme have that Boston boi 👉👈

Playing with his s/o some multiplayer game. Maybe against each other in a team? ✋ it can be short. Anything’s fine with meh!

Gotcha! Fun fact: out of curiosity i was like "wow, scout likes sexbomb? Might as well listen to it!" And now I'm forever stuck in the constant loop of listening to that song until I'm sick of it.

CW// swearing, scout being a sore loser, pretty gender neutral but scout uses "doll", "toots", and other CUTTE pet names.

When you proposed the idea of playing a game with Jeremy, he didn't expect you to pull up quite a handful of multiplayer first person shooters. In fact, he didn't even expect you to actually have a game- he thought you'd make one up like he usually does.

"Uh, doll, you sure this is multiplayer?" You grab two controllers, grinning at the twenty-five year old.

"Yup." You answer, opening up one of the Team Shooter games to set up Scout and you. "Here you go, sweetums." You hand him the controller and give him a smile.

You load into a match and, to your surprise, you aren't on the same team.

"I'm in love with the enemy?" Scout gasps, "Frick."

#tf2 scout x reader #tf2 scout #scout x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2

[tunashei]

First impressions of Animorphs!

I'm listening to the Animorphs series while I work, through Animorphs Aloud - a fan made reading of the series. Here are my first impressions/random thoughts about them! Spoilers below if you haven't read them.

Book 3: The Encounter

Tobias perspective! My fav guy. I guess because he's a perma-bird that means no new animal perspectives though. That's been a favourite part of mine, having them describe what a new morph feels like. It will be nice having some questions I pondered over book 2 answered though!

Ok the hawk opening a combination locker isn't suspicious enough you're going to have Rachel in elephant-morph on LIVE TV?? You guys are supposed to be undercover. Why was an elephant needed??

Getting a bit tired of the daily argument about if they should do the dangerous thing.

'There was a sickening crunch as her knees changed direction' GAH AGAIN. This is gonna keep happening. Wolves do not have backward knees!

Ok the difficult morph back when they're on the cusp on the time limit is nightmare fuel. Being stuck as an animal forever could suck, but as a half human half wolf monstrosity? aaaa

As someone who'd rather be a crow than a human, I surprisingly really feel for Tobias when he laments never having hands or human traits again. Very emotional.

I wonder if as time goes on the hawk mind would take over Tobias's human mind, till he ended up as a regular hawk.

The urge to be with this female hawk brings conjures some uncomfortable questions

Holy shit attempted bird-suicide. Actually felt some fondness for Marco for saving Tobias here.

The fish plan is *terrible*. How are you going to get out the water tank? How do you know there's not a big filter that's going to chop you up? And fish live in one of the most predatory environments you could get swallowed whole in a flash.

Yup. Fish plan didn't even work.

HOLY SHIT BIRD WITH A GUN BUT REAL? I love this. It's so absurd but amazing. Kind of want to draw it.

It is kind of funny that when they were trying to come up with a plan they dismissed destroying the ship, only to then destroy the ship.

I get how the Yeerks will clean up the ship parts, but how do they disguise the GIANT CRATER?

Rip female hawk :(

#animorphs #first impressions #book #books #reading #audio book #animorphs aloud

[suitov]

Boo!

"If she knew about this, she'd never have killed us!"

Yasuke Matsuda scoffed transparently. "If she knew I'd be stuck around her she'd have stomped harder."

"Waah!" His annoying companion turned a loop in midair. "You really think so?!"

"Right. Sometimes I forget you technically don't know her." He scratched his stubble. Who knew you could be cursed to spend your afterlife with eternal patchy teenage stubble? Now that was despair. "That witch would think this was the greatest irony ever."

They bobbed along behind the trashy dye job and shitty plaid skirt. They had no choice in the matter.

"You know, as I was dying... you know, as she stomped me to death, which I just want to emphasise was somehow not as surprising as it should've been... one of my last thoughts was that at least I wouldn't live to see the fallout of her fucked-up evil scheme."

"Technically..."

"Yeah, yeah, I don't get to live to see it. Thanks. You're a real big help."

...He'd forgotten she was immune to sarcasm. He shoved away the spectral face and its spectral puppy-dog eyes.

"Matsuda-kunnnn!" she whined.

"What."

"Now that we've got eternity together, you've got to start being nicer to me!"

"I really, really don't. This is all your fault."

"Nuh-uh!" she polterpouted. "I tried my best! I'm as much of a victim as you are. And you didn't even tell me anything helpful!"

"Like you'd have remembered it."

"I'd have written it down! Any words of Matsuda-kun's are treasures for the ages, pretty pearls from his pretty lips..."

"Ass dreck."

"Well, anyway!" She floated right up to his face and wagged a finger. "You do have to start being nice to me. We're alone like this forever, haunting our murderer, after all!"

"What makes you think we'll stay alone?" He spoke the words before their awful implication sank in. "She... oh shit. She's not going to stop at us."

"You don't think so?"

Matsuda sank partway into the floor. He couldn't feel the tiles or concrete, but it seemed fitting anyway. "Whatever her screwed-up scheme is, we weren't the end goal. We were the test run at best."

"You don't mean..."

"Yup. It's going to get crowded around here."

"Waaaah!!! I won't share Matsuda-kun with another ghost girl! I super-refuse!"

"...which means, not only will I never see the end of Tropical Rouge, even if they did make ghost manga, I wouldn't get a moment's peace to read it..."

"This is despairing!"

"...yeah. For once you're right."

#junko enoshima #yasuke matsuda #halloween #holidays #ryoko otonashi #matsunashi #ghost

[syyncophy]

Two Cents on: XO, Kitty (2023) - Episode #1: XO

Hi there! It's going to be my second time watching XO, Kitty.. The first time being watching it but not really paying that much attention. Now this, I would be putting in my two cents every episode with some prior knowledge of what happened and the dynamics of the characters. Disclaimer, I haven't really watched the firsts of this franchise, which is To All The Boys I've Loved Before, but I have some knowledge. I would also like to add that I'm Team Yuri, but along the way I might change my view or something. Now, let's get to it!

Another disclaimer: I'm not really an expert or do I have any credential in doing this. I just wanted to do this for fun. It's fun.

(I might insert some things I've noticed throughout the series into some of the earlier episodes. Just a handful.)

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Even at first, we can see that Kitty's very much in love with Dae here. She called Dae "My person". That's so sweet. Kitty's main point of going to Korea is to know more about her mother, partially going there for Dae. "I'm ready to start experiencing new things. I want my own adventure." (Yup, KItty. You're going to be doing a lot of that once you go to Seoul.)

Coincidentally also, Kitty mentions that a spot just opened up that day (Makes me think that maybe that was Juliana's spot since Yuri's mother made her transfer because of the issue between them, and the reason why Juliana was not at KISS at the first day and was not responding to Yuri's texts and calls).

At the airport, it's the first time Kitty and Min Ho meet, and it wasn't that pleasant. Min Ho gives off a standoffish vibe.

Commuting through Seoul, this is where we first meet Han Yuri. First impression is stuck up, typical rich mean girl trope. We also have now an idea that she's seeing someone.

And when Yuri meets Kitty, we see that she's actually nice and has a friendly attitude.

She mentions that "I've been hanging out with somebody this summer, but it's not serious. --Because it can't be. --Because it's complicated." I'm thinking that maybe this is Juliana OR this is the fake dating she has with Dae, and that it can't be serious because she's with Julianna and it's complicated since it's only a façade.

The look she gives Kitty when she opens the car window gives off curiosity and "what is this girl lmao".

We meet Dae here finally.. We found out that he apparently has money problems, since it's a quarterly problem as per the lady, and Dae is thankful that he's still given a chance until later that night.

It's funny how Dae and Kitty missed each other just a few feet away from each other. They were too busy with their own lives to notice their surroundings.

The first look of Lim Jina, Yuri's mother. Confronting Yuri about what Juliana's housekeeper saw last summer. "Confessing" that she was sneaking around all summer, but with another person, and Juliana was "helping" her. But I feel like her mother doesn't believe her.

Now Jina and Kitty has met, Kitty asking Jina if she knew her mother, Eve Song. Obviously she's acting like she doesn't know who that is, the pictures Kitty shows give off "best friends" giving us an idea that there might be something that happened between them two in the past that Jina wants to forget or doesn't want to acknowledge. Kitty also thought of this when she was having a video call with her dad in the dorms.

TBH, Kitty's Welcome Party Outfit could be better. It wasn't just *it*.

This is the second time she meets Min Ho, the first time she meets Q, and the first time in forever, Dae. Their reunion was sweet and oozes genuine happiness and surprise.

I missed this line from Dae the first time i watched it, he wanted to tell Kitty the current situation, of how he's fake dating Yuri to cover up something,

but Yuri had beat him to it and introduced Dae as Yuri's boyfriend. This misunderstanding caused kitty a lot of pain. Dae wanted to run after Kitty but Yuri stopped him, and he didn't put up a fight because later on, we found out that they had struck a deal together.

That's the end of Episode #1: XO.

Current Relationship Status:

#xo kitty #kitty song covey #han yuri #kim dae heon #min ho #quincy habazian #kitty #yuri #dae #q #im feeling like i wont be able to finish this until episode 10 #yes me think this will be the last only one.. BIG YIKES

[foolforharrry]

Strawberries & Memories - Chapter 4 - Tickling Isn't Fun - Anna

Hi. This is the fourth chapter of my new book. I'm really excited about it and it would mean a lot if you shared it or gave me some feedback on it.

Summary for Strawberries & Memories: Anna went to the Coachella Music Festival to finally see her idol perform in person. Little did she know that would end up changing her life forever in ways she never even dared dream of. But everything comes at a cost.

Chapter index

Chapter 3

“Are you sure about this, H?”, I ask hesitantly when the gate closes behind his car. “I can just take a cab or something and I’ll be out of your hair. This is really not necessary.”

“Like I said the dozen other times you asked, yes. I’m sure. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t mean it.”

Harry sighs as he puts the way too nice vehicle into park. In the car I’ve probably lowered the value of by 70% just by touching the door handle.

“I still don’t believe you.”, I tell him, cutting him off before he can protest, “But you’ve already brought me here and I really need a shower.”

A genuine laugh that has his face lighting up explodes from him. The corners of his eyes crinkle and I should probably be embarrassed with how much it’s making me smile in return. “I think we both need one. It reeks.” Harry plugs his nose and scrunches his face up in disgust dramatically.

But it only takes him a beat before we’re both breaking out into a fit of laughter.

Once we’ve both calmed down, he leads the way into his home.

From the outside, it looks sleek and modern. The house is two stories with a slanted roof and large windows facing the ocean that Harry’s told me is only a 15-minute walk away. The front stairs of his house are only two steps, thank God for that, leading to the dark, sleek door. Narrow windows on either side. Due to the dark and the reflection from the lights outside, I haven’t got a chance at getting a peek inside from here.

As he is punching in the code, his bag thrown over his shoulder, I am pinching the inside of my cheek between my teeth. “Yup, still awake.”

“What was that?”, he asks, a pinging sound coming from the door as the light flashes green.

I’m not gonna tell him that I’m questioning whether or not I’ve been snatched by aliens and they’ve put me in a simulation and are performing experiments on my sedated body in a UFO. “Just thought you would have an instrumental version of Sigh Of The Times playing when you opened the door, is all.”

“Who says I don’t?” And with that he pushes the door open, stepping aside to let me in first, “Step into my humble home.”

Just as I am welcoming the warm air within the walls of his house, I freeze.

“We never learn we’ve been here before.

Why are we always stuck runnin’ from the bullets?

The bullets.”

Now I’m sure I have been abducted by aliens. Not that I’m mad about it.

“You’re not that funny, you know.”, I lie through my teeth, ignoring the goosebumps making my arm hair stand up as if I’ve been electrified.

Harry closes the door behind himself, looking utterly pleased with himself before we’re no longer lit up by the lights and left in complete darkness. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling.”

Harry fumbles around momentarily before the sound of a light switch followed by bright lights invading my unprepared pupils has me blinking rapidly. After the mellow, dim lights ever since we exited the highway, these lights make feel like I might need sunglasses to spare my eyesight.

“You’re trying to blind me, aren’t you?”, I say while Harry is bending down to untie his yellow sneakers, his back facing me.

He chuckles, his hair bouncing as he shakes his head, “Now why would I do that?”

“Your house is probably super gross on the inside. And you don’t want anyone to know. And if no one who comes in here can see when the lights are on. Then no one would ever know, and you could keep it as messy as your heart desires.”

I copy him, taking off my shoes and placing them neatly next to his while I talk, struggling to keep myself serious. Small breaks between each sentence longer than what's normal. Only to keep me from cracking up only made it harder.

Being silent never works when I’m about to laugh.

“What the fuck?”, Harry says through a cackle, slapping his palm over his mouth.

I pat him on the shoulder, looking as directly into his eyes as I can. I am trying really hard to get the words out through a choked laugh from how ridiculous this whole conversation is, “Don’t worry, H. Your secret dust bunnies and cockroaches are safe with me.”

Harry shakes his head at me. “Just shut up and let me show you my house, Anna.”

I trail after him as he shows me first his living room, then the rest of his house. And begrudged, I have to admit that I love everything. Not just because it’s his. But because everything is so…homey.

From the outside, it looks like it would be modern and impersonal. Like he might have a few black and white paintings in every room. A small photo of his mother next to the TV. And some plastic plants here and there to give the rooms an illusion that there is life there.

But turns out I was completely wrong.

He has mismatched throw pillows on his sofa. A large bookshelf in his living room. Filling almost the entirety of the space of the mint green wall. The shelves are stacked full of books. With the exception of the ones with photos. Framed photos of his family and his friends. Some polaroid pictures that he’s hung up on the back of books here and there.

Just as you enter the room, the first thing you see is the record player next to the TV. Records upon records are stacked on the floor next to it. The back of them faces out so he can easily spot the one he wants to use. When I saw ‘Fine Line’ at the top of the stack closest to the record player with ‘Harry Styles’ just underneath it, I shake my head, mumbling of course under my breath. Harry catches it and just tells me that “his favourite music should be on top shouldn’t it?”

The electrical piano and acoustic guitar leaning against the wall, he tells me are his favourites.

His kitchen is spacious and he has herbs growing in small pots along the windowsill behind the sink. A kitchen island with the same quarts countertops as the rest of his kitchen. I couldn’t help but tease him about the fruit bowl filled to the brim with various fruits and how fitting it was.

He then moved on to show me his dining room with a beautiful dining table and chairs that are far too comfortable. I had to try one of them out. As it’s a hassle to get up after a large dinner in a chair harder than freaking rocks, I would never be able to get out of these. His dinner parties must go on forever.

Harry said he only use the dining table for celebratory dinners. Like Christmas or a birthday. Normally he eats at the kitchen island or on the couch.

The rest of his house is just as beautiful. Every room has something of its own to it.

The first floor is a pretty open space, but the second floor is mostly rooms. Guest bedrooms, most of them designated for a certain person, his office and his own bedroom as well as bathrooms.

His studio is on the first floor. A small recording booth that's separated from the rest of the room by glass. The walls are padded, and the wooden floors are covered in different, soft rugs. He’s nearly beaming with joy when he tells me the significance the different instruments hold to him.

“What about this one?”, I ask.

Harry sets his painted acoustic guitar back in its rightful place before he comes over to see what I’m referring to. When he does, he takes the instrument from my hands. He holds it up next to his face, the metal reflecting the warm light in the studio.

“This, my friend.”, he takes a deep breath, clinging the metal beater against the instrument, “Is very near and dear to my heart.”

The high-pitched sound rings in our ears as I hold my breath to keep from laughing.

“How come?”

Harry lets a dramatic silence go on, holding his hand to his heart as if what he is about to share with me is his deepest, darkest secret. Or something truly emotional. His lips pressed together tightly, and his eyebrows turned upwards. His eyes looking up and air forcefully blown out through his nose. “I won this triangle in an Instagram giveaway.”

“How the fuck did you do that?”, I exclaim while he lays the triangle back on the shelf I found it, “I never win anything. Ever. What’s your secret?”

It’s true. I have lost count of how many giveaways I have entered. Fingers crossed and hope in my heart that this is the time when I will finally win some free stuff. Whether it’s been a phone case or concert tickets.

But sadly, the odds were never in my favour.

“My friend sent me the post and said I should try.”, Harry explains. “There were like, 5 prices, I think. And all you had to do was send in an original lyric.”

“The triangle can’t have been the first price?”

Harry shakes his head and purses his lips. “Nope. It was the third price.” He’s got a pout on his face as if it’s still bothering him that he didn’t win first place.

“What lyric did you use?”, I ask, curious as to what he sent in.

His cheeks get a pink tint to them, and he refuses to meet my eyes. Instead, he’s staring at his feet. His voice is more vulnerable than I’ve heard it in the short time we’ve spent together. “I used ‘Your love grew flowers around my scars.”

“Oh.” His words completely wash the smile off my face. I wasn’t prepared for something so deep. Not in the slightest.

“It’s from a song I wrote a few years ago that I’m never gonna use. But I always did like that line. And it won me a triangle, so it was worth something.”, Harry clarifies, still not meeting my eye.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to say right now either.

On one hand. He has just shared something else that’s really personal with me like it was nothing. As if this is something we’ve been doing for years when in reality, I met the man three days ago.

Then, on the other hand, we met three days ago and I don’t know if he’s the type of person who just wants to let it go without dwelling on it, talk about it or if he does hugs.

So I just look at him dumbfounded.

While Harry darts his eyes from my face to somewhere to my right to his feet and then back to my face until I can’t take the silence anymore.

“Do you need a hug?”

What the fuck is wrong with me? I mentally scold myself because what the fuck is that?

Harry looks puzzled, “For what?” “You know. As a consolation or something for not getting first place.”

“Well, come here then.”, he laughs, pulling me to his body by my shoulders, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I copy him, the side of my face pressed to his shoulder. His hoodie smells like a mix of his cologne, washer detergent and something uniquely him.

“You’re gonna be fine, H.”, I rub his back. “Even though you didn’t win the giveaway, you can take comfort in the fact that your watermelon song got you a Grammy.”

Even though his shoulders muffle my words, he still heard me because he pinches my waist, making me squeal and jump away from him. Arms protectively wrapped around myself.

I scowl at him, “That was very mean.” “Really?” He cocks his head to the side, taking a step closer so I have to crane my neck to look him in the eye. The mischievous glint in his eye has me snaking my arms tighter around myself as if it would help even in the slightest if he decided to try to tickle me again.

“I think”, he starts. “It would be perfectly justified.” I start back away. “Since you.”, he pokes my shoulder and it causes a nervous laugh to squeeze out of me.

The more he waits to finish his sentence, the more nervous I feel myself become. And the more nervous I become, the wider his smile is.

Hell no.

Before he can tickle me again or finish his threat, I am darting away from him, speed walking out of the studio and into the small hallway with doors identical to the one I just closed behind me.

I keep walking as fast as I can without running into the living room. My heart beats rapidly in my chest when Harry follows me calmly, taking long steps that easily match my hurried skipping.

“What are you doing?”, Harry laughs, making me abandon my original plan of running up the stairs and hiding in the bathroom. My lungs would probably give out by then.

Instead, I round the kitchen island as fast as possible, putting it between Harry and me.

Palms flat against the smooth, cold surface, I lean on the counter, breathing heavily from the way I’ve been stressing myself out over the course of the last two minutes. “Tickling isn’t fun.”, I say. Breath by breath regaining control of my lungs.

Harry tilts his head to the side, a shit-eating grin on his face as he starts going left, around the island, “Not to you maybe. But it’s really fun to me.”

Warily, I step to the left, making sure he’s as opposite to me as I can. “I will chop off your hair.”, I threaten out of desperation. I hate being tickled more than anything.

“You wouldn’t!”, he exclaims. But he still stops. Thank God.

“It smells fucking delicious.”, I compliment him when the smell of whatever dish he is cooking hits my nostrils. It replaces the mix of the shampoo, conditioner and body wash I found in his guest bathroom shower.

Not to any surprise, he has strawberry-scented body wash. So there was really not a question about which one I would use when he said I could use anything and everything in there. 

And don’t even get me started on his towels. They feel like the I would imagine touching clouds feels. If he had a purple unicorn with a rainbow mane on a magical island somewhere, I wouldn’t question it.

Harry looks up from the pan in front of him, his green eyes meeting mine when I sit down on the middle stool by the kitchen island that saved my life, leaving two unoccupied stools on my right and one to my left.

He smiles softly, mumbling a small thank you before he goes back to stirring the food.

His hair is slightly damp and pushed back, but the lack of products has allowed more hair than usual to fall over his forehead. It’s also allowed it to stay in its natural, curly form. His hair is kind of all of the place, going in pretty much every direction instead of the elegant, more controlled way it’s seen most frequently.

He’s wearing a worn-out, black Rolling Stones t-shirt. The design of the mouth with the stuck-out tongue has cracks all over, only making it that much more charming.

“What are you cooking?”, I ask, tucking my wet hair behind my ears, watching Harry grind what looks like salt over the pan.

He has his bottom lip tucked into his mouth in concentration when he drops a drop of the red sauce on his finger before bringing it to his mouth. His tongue pokes out to lick off the sauce. “There it is.”, he says happily. “Um. It’s just some sauce and pasta. Really simple, so don’t get your expectations too high.”

“Sorry, pretty boy.” I lift my arm up as high as I can stretch it while staying seated, “My expectations are way up here.”

Harry shrugs, “I guess I’ll just have to deliver, then.”

And deliver he did.

I don’t know what kind of magic mushrooms he put in the sauce, but I have never had pasta like this before.

I didn’t even cry over Derek Shepard dying. Something I do every single time. That’s how mind-blowingly delicious this stuff is.

Harry on the other hand had to go grab a box of tissue paper to wipe his tears while warning me that he would throw me in the pool if I said I told you so. Not gonna lie, I would have said I told you so. Laziness is what stopped me from it. Already showered once this evening and I didn’t feel like showering one more.

But he did do that to himself when he insisted on watching that episode of ‘Grey’s Anatomy'.

We put away the dishes and transferred the pasta we didn’t eat into containers so he can eat it later. He then asked if I wanted to stay for a bit longer. And I can’t say no to him, apparently. So we went back to watching ‘Grey’s Anatomy’.

Now, cuddled up with a blanket draped over my shoulders after two more episodes of the show I feel my eyes getting heavy, covering my mouth to stifle a yawn.

“You tired?”

I look at Harry sheepishly, embarrassment making heat travel up my neck before settling into my cheeks. “Maybe.”

Now that I am looking at him properly again, the flickering light from the TV highlights the closest parts of his face. His eyes have started to look a little bit heavy as well and I instantly feel guilty.

I’ve just come here and taken his whole evening and he’s just too nice to tell me to get my ass out of here so he can do whatever it is he wants to do in peace.

“It’s getting late.”, I start, dragging the blanket off my body so I can fold it and put it back over the arm of the sofa. “I’m just gonna call a cab down the road and get out of your hair.”

I can feel his eyes on me when I dart around the living room to gather my belongings, stuffing everything into my tote bag. When I pick up the bag with my dirty clothes I freeze.

Was I really about to steal his clothes?

“Shit. I’m so sorry. Let me just go change back into these. I didn’t even think. You-”

I stop rambling when I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Breathe, Anna.”, Harry says softly. “It’s fine. Just keep them. I don’t mind.”

He moves in front of me, his hand still on my shoulder. Worry is etched on his face and I hate that it’s because of me. Not only has he had to deal with me for hours, but now I’ve also caused him to worry.

“What’s going on?”, he asks when I don’t meet his eyes. Instead looking at the soft hem of the pastel pink crewneck I borrowed. When I don’t answer him, he keeps talking, going into a bit of a ramble of his own.

“Did I do something to make you want to leave so fast? If I did, I’m sorry. I just wanted to spend time with you. I wouldn’t throw you in the pool if you really didn’t want me to. You can tell me ‘I told you so’, I don’t mind. If you want to borrow or have another shirt I can go and see if I can find something, you’ll like better. Just wait right here.”

I’m a little too stunned to speak because he genuinely seemed to be upset at the thought of making me feel bad. So I just grab his wrist to stop him from going to get something he really doesn’t need to while I try to get the word to go from my brain and to my tongue.

This might be the one time when I wish he could just read my mind. I would at least have been spared the embarrassment of having to say it out loud.

Harry, bless him, waits patiently, letting me take my time.

“I just realised that I’ve probably been here for too long and should probably think about getting back to the hotel and stuff. Get out of your hair so you can do whatever.” It came out more calm and relatively sane-sounding than I had expected myself to.

Finally.

Harry wipes his forehead while blowing out sharply, “Phew.”, making me laugh and readjust the toe bag on my shoulder. “Can’t have my guest leave hating me. Now, can I?”

Even though his tone is humorous, I can tell he really means it.

“I guess not.”, I shrug, shifting my weight between my feet. “I’m just gonna call the uber.”

Just as I’m about to dial the number, my phone is snatched straight out of my hands.

“Nope. We’re not doing this. I’m driving.”

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Masterlist

#harry #harry smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles masterlist #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles #one direction #fanfiction #masterlist #coachella #harrychella

[kip-and-kit-nightengale]

KIP NIGHTENGALE

RECORDS OF MY RUNS

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We are still at the ranch but I'm itchin to leave and bad. I wanna commit some more robberies. I wanna feel that thrill. I wanna get the money from it. I want it and I need it right now! It's a problem. I ain't bad, I ain't. I swear. I have some morals and self control. I just can't stand doin chores all damn day it ain't the life for me. I can't milk and feed cows all my life. I can't just keep on doin this. I think imma sneak out tonight. I needa sneak out. I needa be free for just a little bit. I just need that time. I'll do anything to be able to be off this ranch for any amount of time I'm losing my mind here!

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I did it. I left. I crawled out the window of the guest room, crawled down the roof, admittedly, ungracefully. I fell down the last few feet but I didn't get too hurt. I didn't care if I did at this point. This life is...safe. too safe. It ain't me ans I ain't right for it. I ain't gonna jeopardize anybody this time, I'm smarter than that. But I at least needa get off the ranch again. Just for a whole cycle of day. I wrote my sister a note, telling her how I went out for the day and swore not to rob anything in the note.

I know she's all hooked on heifer and he ain't that bad a kid. But I. Need. Out. And I can tell she's even gettin antsy too. Heifer hasn't tamed her, yet. He's got lots a way to go. She loves makin unsuspecting so-called 'men' think they're all that. It makes her hit all the more satisfying for her. And her methods were fool-proof before the incident separating us. And even now they still work pretty well. Besides I know her, she can't lay low and just pickpocket forever.

Anyhow, I managed out the ranch. Not far just in the town right outside of it. I went to the inn for some drinks and hit on the pretty bartender, as per usual. She was a little fancier dressed than the ones back home. I found the deeper colors and patterns in her dress rather fitting. It made me feel out of place which made me a little weird feelin. I never feel out of place at inns. Usually inns have scum. Losers and criminals as low as me and dressed from head to toe in the clothes to prove it. These folk looked normal to say the least amd downright successful to say the most. I felt so lost and everything was so unfamiliar until I saw-

"A WANTED POSTER?! HERE?!" I shouted. Everyone looked at me and I awkwardly snickered, rubbing the back of my head. The chatter started up again and I got the 'tenders attention again. "S-Scuse me, miss. What's the word on that fella behind ya?" "Him? Oh, he's said to mighty dangerous...." "Really?" I asked, leaning closer. I was trying to fake my intrigue but the truth is, I was restraining it. "I had that outburst cause uh...I see his poster a little often now. Not too much or in too many big places but. Yknow." "You travel often then, sir?" "Oh. Yeah...Fer my job" "Whaddya do? Oh lemme guess...hmmm...given that journal poking out yer satchel I'm guessing yer a writer!" "Uh...yeah. You could say that." "Whaddya write about?" "Ohhh uh...theories...about that fella behind ya." "Really? Like what?" "Oh yknow...uh...his identity...and his...motive...?" "Oo that sounds fascinating sir! Who do you think he is?" "Well...I...I have a theory he's someone like Billy The Kid...." "Truly?!" "Yup...I think he didn't...actually die..." "That's rather absurd, sir." "Well sure but I don't...really believe jt I just...think he's as good." I awkwardly giggle, losing myself in this lie. "Say, ya think I look like that fella behind ya?" She looked at me than the poster, laughing. "Oh, no! Never, silly!" "And why's that, girlie?" "Yer far too young to be coffin dodger!" I sighed in relief a little, getting scared I was recognizable given how much o stuck out around here. "Gee, thanks." "Sure, no problem. Besides, ya look too cute to be a criminal." She winked at me and I smirked a little, kicking my feet up.

Maybe I could get adjusted to this town

#dnd #cowboys #dungeons and dragons #westerns #dnd oc #dnd oc story #kip nightengale #dnd oc rp #oc rp

[alicemitch09writes]

hello hello i just wanted to drop by and like remind you that you’re genuinely one of my fav fic writers ever ㅠㅡㅠ you’re works (esp the tlf series) left a deep impression on me that even with days im super busy, i find myself musing abt it haha so yup im just here again to drop by and remind you that i always look forward reading ur stuff even outside my fav series hehe i hope you’re doing well <3

I AM SO UNDESERVING OF SOMEONE LIKE YOUUUUUU

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS, SWEETPEA!

To be honest, I still go back and reread the 'three little foxes' series, because i'm still amazed i made that and i was able to connect with my fellow middle-childs ;w;

I'm still waiting for more Haikyuu news (a fandom that will forever hold a special place in my heart and a fandom I think I'll never escape from), so I still have my one Sakusa fic I'd very much like to continue. Thing is, I'm a bit stuck on it now and I'm fandom hopping because I've been watching new shows here and there (and to help keep me occupied as I'm crocheting :D).

Hope you're doing well, too, sweetpea~

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[livredebelle]

Five.

HE WAS TALL, CERTAINLY ABOVE six feet, with ash-brown straight hair in a clean-cut nerdy style and pale baby blue eyes.

He was wearing thick-rimmed glasses and was dressed professionally in a business style baby-blue shirt that matched his eyes, navy pants, and cologne that smelled like fresh laundry. His hands were tucked in his pockets. His expression was warm, and his naturally rosy lips were slightly parted. If I wasn't mistaken, this was the library aide who volunteered to help out the school during his spare time. I couldn't remember his name, but I remembered some girl classmates gossiping about how he was a genius who had finished college early and was already enrolled in graduate school, on his way to get a Masters degree in... something. In summary, he was a young model student with his future set in front of him. I recalled that he had substituted as a teacher when our Econ teacher had gotten the stomach flu quite recently, and that all of the girls in my class had been utterly and hopelessly infatuated with him. Grotesque.

When I didn't reply, he gestured to the podium. "I was cleaning up earlier and saw that someone left his or her diploma behind... Is it yours?"

"That's presumptuous of you. But yes, it probably is. I don't see anyone else here except the two of us, and you're clearly not a newly graduated high school student." 

"No, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Actually, I'm only twenty-one. I finished school a bit early." He smiled--his smile was crooked. It bothered me. 

"You're only twenty-one and already in grad school? My God. Geniuses do exist," I said dryly as I headed towards the stage, climbed up to the podium and grabbed my diploma. Yup, mine. "Thanks for taking care of this for me, Mr. Library Aide. I'm going to head out now. Have a good rest of your day." 

As I headed towards one of the back exits of the auditorium, he called out, "Say, what's your name?" 

I didn't look back as I answered, "Irina." But he probably didn't hear me. And there was no reason to ask for his, because I was sure I wouldn't see him again. I left with my diploma, lost in thought about where we should go for lunch. No doubt, Maria and Quinn would take forever to decide where to go; they were just as indecisive, if not more, than I was. 

Sure enough, when I rounded up with the two outside, they were debating where would be appropriate to have lunch. I suggested a Japanese barbeque place, and they quickly agreed. We headed over in Quinn's car and the sun set on the day of my high school graduation. A momentous day for myself. Cheers to staying alive up until this point, I congratulated myself over a shot of hot sake. 

***

"We're here. Wake up." 

My eyes fluttered open and I immediately groaned. Ugh, the goddamn sake got to me. Despite having a weak tolerance for alcohol, I sure liked to torment my liver. This time, though, wasn't my fault; Maria and Quinn had insisted on shot after celebratory shot, and the last thing I remembered was my vision getting fuzzy...

I was in Quinn's car--I knew even before opening my eyes because his car always had that new car leather smell; it was nice. When I turned to face him in the driver's seat, I found his face inches from mine. 

"Wha--"

"Chill, I'm not going to do anything to you. Not until you want me to, that is." He smirked. "You always talk big when it comes to drinking, and you're always the first one of us to pass out. Maria was disappointed the night had to end so early."

"Early? We went to have lunch, had sake there, and went to karaoke and had some more, with beer. You know how when you mix beer and sake, it's a lethal combination." 

"You didn't even sing at karaoke."

"I don't know that many songs from nowadays." I took his bottle of water from the cupholder and drank. I really needed to sober up and clear my head. 

"You sound like a grandma sometimes, I swear." 

"Ha... maybe I am one. Or maybe the soul of a lost granny is perpetually stuck in my young body. Who knows." 

I could feel him staring at me as I drank the water. I turned to face him again. "What?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking that I kind of wanted to kiss you right now."

I grimaced. "Why do you do this? You know how to ruin someone's mood. I'm gonna get out of your car now." 

Quinn grabbed my hand and stopped me in my tracks. "Don't act like you're not intrigued. I get it, the barriers thing--trust me, I do; when you've been fucked over by so many people in your life, you start raising walls and refuse to let others in. It's natural, and self-defense. But I'm telling you I'm different. I won't hurt you... and I really do think being friends with benefits will be good for both of us." 

"How do you know what I want? And don't assume so much, dude. You don't even know me." I was starting to see red. How dare he? Yeah, maybe he went through a rough patch in his life too, but hell, he had money. He had a family, didn't he? What made him think we were on equal footing? It made zero sense. 

"But I do, though. There are some things you don't have to say aloud, and I still understand." He paused. "Did I ever tell you that you look very pretty when you frown or glare at me?"

"Huh? Do you really want to get a beating? I'm not drunk anymore." I shook my head. "Besides, you act like we're super close. You're just a neighbor and acquaintance--that's all. I've never thought of you in a different light, so sorry to disappoint." 

"Same here--I just see you as a friend and neighbor who's actually pretty cool and fun to spend down time with. Like I said, nothing will change... well, except for one thing. I don't get why you're so against it. I know you kind of want me too." His amber eyes smoldered. 

"So arrogant! I've never thought that I wanted you. Also, aren't you being too reckless and irresponsible? If we were to get involved romantically--or physically--things will become complicated. What if we end up hating each other? That would be a hindrance to our current living situation." 

"You worry too much. Live for a change--you know, just stop overthinking everything and just go with the feeling of the moment. You shouldn't be afraid to make mistakes. After all, we're young, and the only time the world will be so forgiving of our mistakes happens to be now." Quinn chuckled under his breath. "I know I have no right to say this to you, especially being older by like barely a year. But... sometimes, I see you struggling with yourself and it kinda hurts to watch. You should live in the moment more."

Upset, I reached for the door handle but found it locked. I was fed up with his lecturing and holier-than-thou approach; if he thought I was going to be so easily persuaded, he was mistaken. Just as I was about to turn back to him to complain, his lips met mine abruptly, and his hot minty tongue once again invaded my mouth. Struggling, I accidentally tipped over the water bottle I was holding, and it spilled on my shirt. "Fuck," I mumbled, and tried to push Quinn away so that I could dry myself. Shockingly, he licked the water droplets off of my neck and collarbone; where his tongue touched, it left a blazing trail behind--my skin felt like it was burning. I gasped, losing all track of my senses. His tongue traced back up my neck and then his lips were back on my mouth. This was now the second time that I was being kissed so fiercely, so passionately--it was too much to handle. The scent of his cologne, his arms crushing me to his chest as he kissed me, and the taste of his lips all added up to me losing my senses; before I knew it, I was kissing him back, and I was surprised at how it didn't feel wrong. I was sure that I would feel disgusted, but I didn't. Holy crap--was he right? Did I somehow want him too? When I came to, he had tugged my shirt off and was continuing to lick the places that were wet from the spilled water. Embarrassed, I tried to reach for my shirt back, but he threw it in the passenger seat. 

"No." I managed to rasp as he continued his fiery trail of kisses and licks.

"Hmm? No? All right, then."

As abruptly as he started, he let go of me, grabbing my shirt from the passenger's seat and tossing it to me with a wink. "Here. Sorry, I got a little carried away--but I meant it, I'm not going to do anything until you want me to." He smirked and got out of the car from his side. 

What?! This was just another prank to him. Unbelievable. 

Outraged, I hurriedly got out of his car and fast-walked towards the direction of my apartment.

"Uh... your shirt is still off, you know that, right? Although personally, I like that confidence of yours." I heard him walking a few steps behind me. Sure enough, people were staring and whispering in my direction. 

"Shut up. Because of you, my mind is a mess right now. And I don't care if people see--it's not like this is their first time seeing a bra, for heaven's sake. Let the nosy people wonder." 

"Riiiight. Whoever sees us like this, will definitely think we just had sex."

"As long as it's not true, it doesn't matter. Go die, asswipe." 

Then, having reached my apartment--finally!--I glared at Quinn before slamming the door in his face. 

Maria had been right. When I had first moved to this apartment complex, we had bumped into Quinn, who was also moving in around the same time. Having just moved out from the dorm life, he had a lot of shit that he didn't need that he graciously shared with me. "Perks of having a kind neighbor, am I right?" he had said at the time, smiling genuinely and showing off his pearly white teeth (after time, once I realized he was a smoker like I was, I often wondered how he managed to keep his teeth so white--it still boggles my mind). I had accepted, because a lot of the stuff he didn't need, I did need--stuff like kitchen appliances that I hadn't even bothered to think of buying yet. Maria had taken one look at Quinn, with his sleeveless tank top, ripped black jeans and a cigarette in his mouth, and warned, "You should be careful. I think he might have the hots for you, and I can smell a bad boy type from a mile away. They're nothing but heartbreak, and I won't accept one as your first real boyfriend."

If only she knew what had happened just now. Hmm. Knowing her, she probably had already sensed something was off during lunch and karaoke. Sighing and seeing no point in delaying the inevitable, I decided to text her.

[Hey. Did you get home safe? Sorry I knocked out early--you know I'm not good with sake.]

She responded in less than a minute:

[Bullshit. If you want my blessing for your new relationship with Quinn, then sorry, I'm not interested. Just make sure to use protection.]

Gah! She knew me like the back of her hand. My face got hot. She totally saw through my pretext, and called me out on it. 

[Sorry, I meant to tell you. But it JUST happened, like yesterday. Besides, there's nothing actually going on. He's just being a dick and doing whatever he damn well pleases.]

I felt bad, like I had deceived her in a way. I used to tell her almost everything when we were younger, but as time passed by and as we both  matured, I started talking less and less. In fact, when we entered high school, I told her almost nothing about what was going on in my life. And there had been so much going on since then that she wasn't aware of. I was going to have to come clean with her soon and talk with her about it. 

[Do you have time this week for coffee? Let's meet up and I'll tell you everything. I think I need an additional, sound perspective.]

[I know nothing about love, but sure, let's meet up this week. I'll text you when I know my schedule.]

With that settled, I breathed out a sigh of relief; she didn't sound mad. Her re-entry into my life had shockingly been a smoother transition than I'd anticipated. With everything that had happened last year, and with the distance that started small that gradually grew wider as she left school to be homeschooled, I had expected she would be a little hurt because I hadn't hit her up in so long, and I truly did feel bad now about not inviting her to my graduation. Maybe it was a big deal. Hmm. As I was digging in my fridge for dinner, I realized with dismay that I had no groceries or ingredients. A little cup ramen would have to do. My diet has always been shit anyway.

As the water boiled on the stove, I contemplated Quinn's proposal to be fuck buddies. It sounded like a horrible idea to me, but maybe he had a point. We were both adults, and it wouldn't be the worst thing. The problem was, I didn't have the emotional capacity for romance. I had spent all my life avoiding boys--or other people in general--like the plague, and to imagine getting intimate with another like that... It was difficult to accept. Maybe it was because I was brainwashed at a young age and was convinced that any romance would inevitably be doomed for failure; watching my mother jump from relationship to relationship taught me that, and she had told me plenty of horror stories of what happens to the lives of girls when they fall in love too soon, too much. After all, that was her life story--she had been somewhat successful as the daughter of a company CFO; had gone to the college of her choosing; had chosen dance as a career and dream. She had been beautiful, I was often told from my family members, and when she danced it was supposedly splendid. She had a lot of suitors and admirers, and among that group of losers was my father. He was my mother's first boyfriend, and--naive and in love--she had left behind a promising semi-celebrity life to tie the knot with him. 

It was a mistake that would cost our family for generations.

It was like a premonition for me--that to follow in her footsteps would be the same as putting the noose around my own neck. 

Terrified. I was always so terrified. Terrified of failure, of love, of dreams, of everything. 

Breathe. Breathe, Irina. 

If you think your life will be any different, you're gravely mistaken. A past memory. A ghost of my mother smiling eerily while saying those hateful words hovered over my head, dooming me to my fate of failure. Never forget: I chose to give life to you. You owe me. 

You're nothing without me. 

Useless. Disgusting. You look just like him. 

Why didn't I choose to abort you back then? Why did I let you ruin my life...? 

Why indeed...

[the-firebird69]

There are a bunch of movies going on and in reality the last witch hunter is happening shortly and they're seeking Lily and she Burns partially and comes back. Is protected by the Cajun walks out and heels and was 30% burned and the man Johnny braveheart the last witch hunter is Trump has no heart and it is taken to a Subway in New York City where Calisto places it, from there it goes to the Caribbean and he sees it after he is Johnny braveheart and figures out the story sort of seeks the heart which is still beating and his blood and circulating from him moving around and the Cajun monster inside is pumping it and the crew dies over and over at some point losing all of their flesh and it's rebuilt over and over. The calypso she supposed to create the whirlpool it's a very large Eddie and they think it is time for it to drop any are trying to get to you to kidnap you and none of them can hardly even move. Let's see a few valuable things they think we don't know if they're checking the status of the big tunnels they think we don't know how big they are and they think we don't know what the status is all sorts of dumb things and it is a tunnel open it up but it's not a friendly tunnel and they don't get it we do kind of sick of you so what happens and they're almost going to die I want to decide to try and then relax miraculously saved. But it really is is a monster and our son's monster and the devastates you that devistates you really make it home. It's a very valuable lesson to learn in the Caribbean about Eddie's and the tunnels and monsters and only a few learn it and that's it nothing there's nothing else for you there.

This is about to get it but hey cuz if he's here and all over the world things like this so you wish you luck on our way out you need to get out of here and I'm pretty cheesy I'm not being able to Ford and so on I wait o afford being able to pay somebody a million dollars a year but something equally is cheesy I haven't done anything correctly the whole time they said we're holding his head above water just barely along with the max so that's not very good and yeah I'm upset about that we can't make it up to anybody I guess it doesn't know what's going on then devastated we've been devastated by War and we are being removed from Florida forcibly and it's better for us to relocate bja says.

I see we can't relocate we have to be here and we don't have enough people we're try to get them here, it's not working and he says there's a blockade but Jason is threatening everybody so he looked into that and it's not moving anybody here is protecting his areas so we're stuck and there's no where to go bja trump says

We got our way here we can get our way out BG says

It's not for you to decide it's for the powers to be here to tell us what they're going to do trump

Just sit still for a minute and think about it for a while before you panic and ask him how to do everything Camilla says

We're going to do that now bja says

Yup Trump says

And it's been going on for a while see above and they see there's a problem the blockade is back up, and they're being weeded out here and thinned out. It's a strange thing because they are leaving here all the time and they noticed it now if there's a difference it Max are taking everybody who is a morlok I not just new arrivals or trouble makers. There's a big difference in volume and who it is too ppl that have been here for years, our vanishing and forever so they got on the horn to tell people and I'll continue this in a

Moment

Thor Freya

[insanetwocubes]

Pain demands to be felt or some shit.

Y'know. There's something that really scares me. Sometimes.

What is it?

Sometimes. Sometimes people. There are some people. Who. Kind of. I guess they hold on to the wrong principles. Or lies. But. They just get. Stuck. And they don't know the answer. And they're like that forever.

Mhm?

Abd I'm terrified of that happening to us.

Sorry to break it to you, Flare. But it has already been happening.

Do you really mean....?

Yeah. I mean kinda. You don't like being confused, right?

I hate it.

So it makes sense that you're scared of it.

I'm kind of also. Scared. To not be scared of it? I'm sorry.

I know.

I'm sorry.

So. Well. Which one is stronger? Which one do you want?

The latter. But. It's... it'll just open me up to new ways of confusion.

Yeah. How about that?

So am I just cursed? To be that way?

As long as you hate it.

You can't just ask me to let this go. This is important.

I know.

Why?

It's... kinda like... wait. I don't know why.

It's interesting, right? Something is important. And you don't know why.

Wait. No. This is like a...

Knot. All on its own.

No I mean, it's connected, but...

Yup.

And this one here is recursive.

Oh yeah.

Wait. But opening up to that is just... the possibility of pain.

Is always there. Yup.

Wait. Really?

Yup. Mhm.

So it's not... my fault.

Yeah. Not really.

Nobe of that is my fault.

Nope.

Not even this.

Nope. Or this.

Nah.

Or this?

Nuh-uh.

Really?

Yup.

Really.

Yup.

But some of it is.

Kind of. Chances become non-zero when you do certain things.

But some of it isn't.

Yup.

When I don't even try.

Mm.

So none of this is my fault.

Nope. It's impossible for things to have a "fault," Flare.

Huh.

And that's not my fault.

Nope.

What about his one....

You tell me.

Is it my fault?

...

No. No, it's not.

Indeed.

Huh.

But this one.

Oh yeah. That one. Pretty interesting one, isn't it.

Yeah. Interesting is one way to put it.

That one is my fault.

Sure is.

But not that one. Even though they're almost exactly the same.

Mhm.

What about this one?

What about that one?

I don't know.

Maybe there's more than one in there.

Oh. Ohhhh.

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