#and hey if they do that’s great and obviously i’ll be beside myself but the expectations are kinda wild

[cesarescabinet]

(this is spacekrakens lmao) dude idk anything about like 1950s Japanese cinema, do you have any recommendations? looking for stuff to toss on the watchlist now that I'm a bit burned out on horror (unless you have some horror recs)

Hey! If you’re curious about Japanese cinema (particularly 1950s), there’s a lot of avenues to explore! Musicals, crime, horror, historical—it all depends on what mood you’re in. (Putting this under a read more because I'm DEFINITELY going to be long posting about this!!!) Hope this is useful to you lol.

(Also noting if anybody wants to add to this list with their own recommendations feel free!!)

With old school Japanese cinema, I’ll always recommend Akira Kurosawa (obviously). He’s made some of the best Japanese movies (and arguably, the best movies of all time imo) and I feel like his work is a good gateway. It’s readily available on physical media/streaming too.

Specifically ‘50s stuff; Hidden Fortress (1958) is a good adventure flick whose structure was swiped for Star Wars, Throne of Blood (1957) is Japanese Macbeth if you like Shakespeare, and if you don’t mind a longer movie Seven Samurai (1954) includes Toshiro Mifune acting like this;

Gotta admit, though—my personal favorites from Kurosawa don’t come from the 1950s; Drunken Angel (1948) and Yojimbo (1961). One has a pathetic gangster as the main lead, the other is just a solid, breezy proto-action film (also has my beloved Unosuke but that's besides the point)

Some personal favorites of mine from the 1950s:

Life of a Horse Trader (1951) is a bittersweet story about a man trying to be a good single father to his son in the backdrop of Hokkaido. He tends not to be great at it. Stars Toshiro Mifune, the most famous face of Japanese cinema and for good reason!

Conflagration/Enjo (1958) is a single Buddhist acolyte’s fall into quiet insanity. Raizo Ichikawa is another amazing actor who I love! Also includes Tatsuya Nakadai who is the GOAT (in my heart).

Godzilla (1954) is AMAZING! If you liked Gozilla Minus One, it took a lot of familiar cues from this movie. It also technically counts as horror, depending on your definition.

Japanese horror from the 1950s:

Ugetsu (1951) (Not one I’ve seen personally, but it’s on Criterion)

The Beast Shall Die (1958) (American Psycho, but in Showa Japan. Tatsuya Nakadai is terrifying in this and absolutely despicable—stylish movie tho!)

Ghost of Yotsuya (1959) (Old-school Japanese ghost story. Honestly, there are so many different versions of this story on film that you can pick which version to watch and go from there—I’m partial to the 1965 version myself, because of the rubber rats and Tatsuya Nakadai playing a crazy person).

The Lady Vampire (1959) is the OG western-style vampire movie from Japan. Plays around with the mythos a lot, but hey our Dracula looks like this;

Misc movies that I think are neat or good gateway movies:

The Samurai Trilogy by Hiroshi Inagaki, which stars Toshiro Mifune as Miyamoto Musashi. Found that people otherwise uninterested in Japanese cinema really enjoyed this!

You Can Succeed, Too (1964) is one of my favorites from the ‘60s, also directed by Eizō Sugawa. A fun satire on the corporate world that's super colorful with catchy songs.

The Sword of Doom (1966) is also another favorite of mine, starring my beloved Tatsuya Nakadai as another bastard man (seriously though Ryunosuke is FASCINATING to me--). Fun gore effects and action scenes!

Kwaidan (1964) is an anthology of Japanese folk tales, labeled a horror film but in that kinda sorta old-school way. Beautifully shot by my favorite Japanese director Masaki Kobayashi (who, if you like this you should seriously check out his other work!)

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[blue-jisungs]

can u pls make a e2l with jeonghan? it can be however u want! also female reader pls pls

soup&&confession

a/n. i’ll do you one better: friends to enemies to lovers. i hope you like it, i kinda… got carried away with it…

also if you noticed that my recent works are academic-themed… sorry 😭 it’s my last year and finals are coming so i gotta cope with stress LMAOO

summary. you didn’t think that someone would see your breakdown. and above all, you didn’t think that this someone would be jeonghan, your academic rival.

warnings. cursing lol!! mention of skipping meals and sleep, not a warning but seungkwan and jimin (bts) cameo (bc he was the only k-pop star who’s jeonghan’s age i could think of😭)

words. ~2700

your leg was bouncing up and down under the desk, your eyes glued to the professor. jeonghan though, was focused on you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“what? are you nervous that you failed or something?” he cooed and you snapped your gaze towards him.

“pft, no” a lie “i was studying” another lie.

jeonghan rose his eyebrow in a cocky manner and stretched lazily.

“mhm. then you don’t mind if i can offer you bringing your test to you?” he asked.

“oh, you’re such a gentleman. no thank you, i can do it myself” you sent him a fake smile and stood up. the class was dismissed so you took your bag and rushed to get your test. you heard jeonghan following you, so you sped up.

the truth was that you didn’t even remember how all that bickering with him started. he’s just your academic rival. you were friends since high school and okay, he was your first crush but collage changed both of you. and things weren’t the same as they used to.

you grabbed your test off the desk and rushed out from the classroom, taking a glance at it. 61/100 points. you felt disappointed but frankly speaking, you didn’t study that much.

lately you felt overwhelmed by everything. not only tests and exams but also your job. and the winter season also made your mood worse. not to mention jeonghan always bugging you.

“so?”

you turned around, surprised. before you realised who it was, you saw dark spots appear in front of your eyes. your knees suddenly felt weak so you wanted to grab something, anything. and it happened to be someone’s arm.

“hey, what the fuck are you–”

jeonghan. great.

you tilted your head down, blinking, as if was supposed to make your vision come back to normal quicker. your other hand tightened on the test, crumpling it.

jeonghan on the other hand, was concerned. were you alright? obviously, he isn’t dumb. and besides, he’s known you for a while now. when you wore thick layers of makeup he knew that you have bags under your eyes. the way you tried to play it off when you dozed off during lecture or just your behaviour in general. something was going on.

“you scared me, idiot. i turned too quickly” you hissed and looked up, apparently back to normal. you caught his stare on you, jaw clenched “what did you want?”

“nothing” he snarled, walking away. what a guy.

you went to the library, finding your usual spot at the end of the room. it wasn’t filled with people so you hoped you could focus for at least a while.

your heart felt heavy as you pulled the books from your bag. the test, crumpled, was haunting you at the desk. jeonghan probably got maximum points.

you shook your head, feeling a tender feeling of prickling underneath your eyelids. you hid the test in the bag, opening your book.

“pull yourself together, dumbass” you whispered, blinking a couple of times to look at the text “focus, idiot”

the letters started blurring in front of your eyes and before you realised the tears were falling down onto the paper, staining it.

you hid your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sniffles. you were tired. exhausted even. as ridiculous as it sounds, it just hit you. and the stress that’s going to come is going to be worse and–

“hey, are you alright?”

you shook your head as a no, not even bothering to look up. because you knew it was him.

“fuck off” you choked out, struggling to breathe.

“i’m not saying anything” jeonghan sighed and sat next to you, closing your books “take deep breaths, okay?”

“i’m trying” you mumbled, voice at the verge of crying. you wanted to go home.

“you’re doing okay. do you want to hold my hand?” he hummed, shuffling closer. your took a sudden, deep breath only to let it out with more tears “poor thing… what happened?”

normally you’d tell him to fuck off… again. but your mind felt like it was going to explode.

you leaned forward, your hand gripping your knees harshly. maybe by implying some impact, some kind of pain… you’ll get distracted and–

“don’t do that, silly” jeonghan’s voice was so… surprisingly soft and tender. he grabbed your hands, squeezing them gently “breath with me, please. you’re basically hyperventilating and it’s not good. look at me”

you shook your head as a no. you were humiliated enough by being caught in your vulnerable state by him. and now he wants to look at you, all teary and red from all that crying.

“don’t make me do this” he sighed, drawing circles on your hands as you subconsciously dug your nails onto the palms of his hands.

you looked up, still shaking your head. even though you gave in. you expected his gaze to be pierce and mean but his ebony irises were nothing but… soft.

“in and out, follow me” jeonghan hummed and you did as he said. at first it was difficult but eventually you managed.

you sat there, breathing back to normal. your head felt like something exploded in it, your nose a bit stuffed but besides… jeonghan - the guy who loved to tease you at every opportunity possible - helped you. and now he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“what are you staring at?” you snarled, frowning.

“you’re unbelievable” he scoffed, a playful smile on his lips “besides you’re still holding my hands”

your eyes widened and you snapped your hands out of his hold, dramatically wiping them against your jeans.

you looked around and started packing your books.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” jeonghan asked, his eyebrows rising up. you didn’t answer.

when your bag was packed, you were ready to leave but jeonghan snatched it and put it over his shoulder.

“hey!” you huffed, looking at him flabbergasted.

“don’t yell, we’re still in a library. and now you’re going with me. to my place” jeonghan shrugged and started walking away.

“what?” you asked and had no choice but to follow him.

“are you gonna speak to me or…?” jeonghan is at the verge of breaking his patience. well, the walk was quiet and now you refused to say something.

“maybe if you didn’t kidnap me?” you growled, looking around. his place didn’t change a bit. you even noticed… a photo frame with the picture of you two, in high school. jeonghan had his arm around yours and…

…and looked at him with literal hearts in your eyes, the sweet scent of his skin mixed with his new cologne (which you laughed at, because as if it was supposed to draw the ladies attention).

“oh look, they’re coming!” jeonghan said and pointed in some direction, causing your body to jerk more towards him.

“you’re acting like a couple” seungkwan, who just arrived, made a disgusted face.

“and what, are you jealous or something?” you grinned and leaned away, your heart almost ripping out of your chest.

“–you. and now, obviously, you’re not listening. god! why did i even bother?” his voice makes you snap back to reality as you shift your gaze towards him.

“you’re done overreacting? can i go home now?” you sigh and plan on taking your bag back but he’s faster, ducks.

“no, listen to me. you’re overworked. you need to rest. and you’re not going to rest at your place because i know your stupidly stubborn ass” he snaps, taking the bag off his shoulder.

“and you’re the one to talk! as if you know what would i do! you’re being ridiculous” you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose “this whole situation is ridiculous, actually”

“you’d study but your brain is exhausted so you’d end up as crying mess, just lol earlier” jeonghan explained slowly, the soft thud of your bag making you open your eyes. well, he was right. it’s not like it hasn’t happened before… “have you even eaten a proper meal?”

“a ra–“

“ramyeons and pizza doesn’t count” he interrupted you, dead serious.

“this is an invasion of personal space. goodbye” you huffed and turned around on your heel. you’ve had enough. screw the bag. you just wanted to go to sleep.

“listen to me–”

“no! you’ve been an asshole to me since we started collage and suddenly, now, you care? i’m tired, hann–” the nickname almost slipped out of your lips but he interrupted you, causing you to realise your mistake.

“that’s exactly the thing, y/n. you’re tired. let me take care of you” he took a step closer, pure care in his eyes.

you were shocked, to say at least.

“i messed up. i know. but i’m genuinely concerned about you” he hummed.

“as a friend or as as in “you slipped, why do you have worse grades than me?”” you crossed your arms.

“get changed. i still might have some of your old clothes” was all he said before he headed to his kitchen.

you gave in. because what were you supposed to do, honestly?

his bedroom changed, though. all the posters stayed the same, even some pictures of you two (it’s not like you threw them out, neither). but it was more minimalistic – fewer furniture, the old armchair gone. new bookshelves to stack the academic textbooks and some plants.

you were surprised to see that he kept his “y/n drawer”.

jeonghan opened his closet and a drawer at the very right side of it. you watched him curiously and then he turned around, throwing a pair of baggy pants and oversized t-shirt (that was probably his hit you couldn’t tell because it was so worn out that the design came off).

“why do you have my clothes, weirdo?” you scrunched your nose in a joking manner and then he threw clean socks at you.

“it’s the y/n drawer. i swear you leave so much stuff here that i had to make separate drawer for it” he shrugged and closed it, a small smile on his lips.

“can we talk like normal people now?”

you turned around and saw that he was holding a steaming bowl of soup.

“why didn’t you knock? what if i was naked?” you hissed. jeonghan rolled his eyes and put the soup on his desk.

“y/n, eat. i’ll use the fact that your mouth is stuffed and you can’t talk back” he sent you a smirk and you sat down, opening your mouth in awe “yes, it’s my mom’s chicken soup. eat”

and you didn’t have to be told twice. you loved this soup, it tasted amazing but also – recalled a lot of good memories.

“i think it’s the time we talk about us. it’s a right place and time. and i feel… bad” jeonghan said slowly, carefully observing you. he knew you like a back of his hand, he could tell what you were thinking “i know i’ve been an asshole but i have a reason for that. it’s stupid, but i do”

you frowned and he scoffed.

“but that’s for later because now i want to apologise. i have a feeling i was partly a cause of your bad mental state. and i want to help you” he walked up, leaning against the desk “i want you to take care of yourself. i promise i won’t bug you anymore. i just want to make sure you’ve eaten and slept for a while, just for once”

“i’ve slept well” you mumbled and put away the bowl.

“yeah, sure. at the bags under your eyes just decided to show up for me? or is there someone else?” he teased, crossing his arms.

you felt the soup’s warmth spread in your body, making you feel… fuzzy. and cosy. and sleepy.

“shut up–” you mumbled and noticed a mirror on his desk. you grabbed it to look at yourself but he snatched it without saying a word “what the–”

“you look perfect. now lay down” he gestured over to the bed and you sighed, following “and listen to me now because i bet you will doze off the second your head hits the pillow”

“no i won’t!” you smacked his arm and he just scoffed.

“i preferred when you didn’t talk” jeonghan hummed and as he tucked you in, a swirl of butterflies took over your stomach. then he sat down next to you, thinking about something.

“i’m sorry” you sighed “i’m just tired and confused if you’re not gonna laugh at me tomorrow. yes, i’m probably exhausted and overworked… so sorry that you have to handle me”

“what?” he breathed out, eyes widening “don’t even say that. besides, we’ve been through worse. i can’t get tired of you, even if you are a menace sometimes”

you frowned looking at him.

“then why…”

jeonghan’s large hand cupped your cheek. your eyes widened and you suddenly felt how warm your cheeks was. but was it the soup or him? you had no idea.

“because i like you. i realised it when we started collage. when you went on a date with this– … and we had this huge fight, remember?” he sighed, embarrassed. obviously you remembered.

you opened your mouth in shock, shaking your head.

“let me make this clear: you’re pissed because i went on a date? you don’t even know him! jimin is the sweetest guy i’ve ever met!” you grunted “and you can’t even defend yourself properly!”

“i just don’t like him, that’s all” he said, jaw clenching.

“and i don’t like when a cheesecake has raisins in it! you’re childish, jeonghan. don’t talk to me unless you grow up” you hissed and walked out of the door.

“oh”

he laughed at your reaction and took his hand back.

“it’s because… well, let me make this clear, jimin is nice. but just… back at the time i realised i liked you. more than a friend. i liked you– hell, i loved you.” he let out a dry chuckle, making your heart skip a beat “i still do. but i was so pissed and jealous that you went out with him...”

“jeonghan” you chocked out, shifting so you could sit normally “this is the reason you’ve been such an asshole?”

“listen, i’m not proud of it. but i saw you today and i realised that… if i love you, i should be there for you. to help you when you struggle. no matter if you date me or someone else. but i did exactly the opposite. i’m so sorry” he whispered, looking you in the eye.

“look at me–”

“and i feel so ashamed of myself–”

“jeonghan–”

“i failed you–”

“can you stop interrupting me and listen for a while?” you laughed and he just rolled his eyes.

“now you see how i felt just while ago–”

you leaned in and pecked his lips gently. you probably tasted like chicken soup but you couldn’t care less. the feeling of his lips against yours, even for a brief second, made your heart skip a beat.

he leaned away, eyes widening.

“was there something in that soup or…?” jeonghan asked, cheeks slightly flushed.

“no. it was delicious by the way. but i forgive you. because the reason i’ve distanced myself was the same. i loved you, i still do. i assumed you hated me so i wanted to get over you. i thought that if i hated you, the feelings will go away. but they didn’t, jeonghan” you explained, leaning your back against the headboard.

“i’ve been such a fool. but that doesn’t matter anymore. i’m just glad to have you back” he whispered and closed you in a tight hug, the smell of his cologne making you melt into his touch.

“me too, hannie”

“i missed that. i missed you” he mumbled and leaned away after pecking your cheek “if you love me does that mean i can kiss you whenever i want?”

“i’d prefer to be called your girlfriend but i guess the kissing part doesn’t sound so bad” you rolled your eyes and he grinned, placing a soft kiss on top your head.

“shut up. and go to sleep, you do need that” jeonghan hummed, standing up to give you space. but you grabbed his hand and the way you looked at him melted his heart.

“can you stay with me though? you snore like an old man but i guess i wanna be close to you” you mumbled, tugging his hand.

and obviously he gave in.

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[glamoureddreamer]

hi! can you do jack x reader smut?

Join me

Spooky month (Jack x Reader)

Warnings: shower sex, hair pulling, daddy kink, brat taming, praise kink, rough sex (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

This was requested by multiple people so I put them together as one, I hope you all have a fantastic day and a great night!

(Y/n) grabs onto the tinted silver handle of the shower and turned it on. She pushes it more towards the red side than the blue. Showers were always a cherished time for (Y/n), it was just always peaceful. Besides who didn’t like a nice shower? Before (Y/n) pulls off all of her clothes, she turns on some music. She steps into the shower and sighs when the water runs over her body. She sits on the tub floor and lets the water wash over her. Over the sound of the water and music, she failed to hear the door handle click.

“Sweetheart?” A voice asked startling her, Jacks face appeared around the curtain. His eyes avoid anything that wasn’t her face, as he turned a light shade of pink. 

“Oh hey Jack, I didn’t hear you come in.” She smiles looking over at her husband. He seemed more than tired. 

“Why don’t you come and join me?” Jack flushes more.

“A-are you sure?” They had seen each other naked plenty of times, yet he was still very polite and very much embarrassed. 

“Yes.”(Y/n) giggles at her husband, Jack stutters a soft okay before his head disappears behind the curtain. Faint but quick shuffling was to be heard on the other side. (Y/n) stands up making room for her boyfriend. Jack steps inside a moment later, and (Y/n) smiles at her husband. She takes a moment to look over and appreciate his body. He had pale skin that looked rough but was actually very soft. Scars from his job littered his body, but he was still handsome. His cock was starting to harden, (Y/n) grins at this.

“Excited to see me?” Jack chuckles embarrassed and covers himself up.

“No.” (Y/n) playful whines draping her arms over his shoulders. She wraps them around his neck.

“Don’t cover yourself, please.” She asks fluttering her eyes with an innocent tone.

“Now your just teasing.” He huffs uncovering himself, he grabs her waist. 

She giggles “Oh baby, I was teasing from the beginning.”

She pushes herself so that she rubbed against his dick, making Jack groan.

“Come on, your not playing fair.” She smiles and kisses his neck.

“Then take control of me, let loose.” Jack pauses a faint grin appearing on his face.

“Really?- (Y/n) I won’t be able to control myself.” (Y/n) smirks.

“Go for it, daddy~” She whispers in his ear. As soon as the words left her mouth (Y/n) was pushed against the bathroom wall. Jack's hands pinned her arms above her head. With an open hand, he tugs a fist full of her hair and pulls her head to the side, exposing her neck.

Jack begins to suck and bite all over her neck until he found her sweet spot.

“Ah!~ Daddy!” Jack grins and pulls back, he brings his knee up and begins to rub his knee against her clit. (Y/n) gasps. 

Jack stops seeing that she was obviously getting too much pleasure out of this. (Y/n) whines at the loss.

“D-daddy why?” She whines out pathetically, Jack almost felt bad for her. Jack slides his hand swiftly down her body, grabbing his wife’s thigh.

“You know exactly why.”

“Okay! Okay I-I’m sorry just please.” She whines, and Jack smiles. He leans over a little sucking and nibbling on her tits.

“Not good enough.” He mumbled lowly. She whines as he brushes his hand against her clit.

“F-fuck! Daddy! Please! I’ll be a good girl please just fuck me!” Jack stands up straight, he smirks down at her. 

“Come on princess, you can do better than that.” He rubs his fingers through her wet hair and pulls it hard. Making her moan.

“Daddy, please! I want your cock so badly! I’m sorry I’ve been a bad girl, I’ll be a good girl! Daddy please!” She begs with a whiny voice. Jack smiles and picks her up, (Y/n) yelps out a surprised yelp and wraps her legs around his waist. Jack pushes her back against the wall, he lined his erection up with (Y/n)’s entrance.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Jack gives a quick and deep thrust into her pussy. She yelps, but Jack ignores it and keeps a steady quick, and hard pace. He grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her head to the side. She lets out a high-pitched moan with each thrust. Jack picks up this pace and leans down to her neck giving her more hickeys. He wanted everyone to know that she was his and his alone.

“Daddy! I-Ah! I-”

(Y/n) couldn't form any other words besides daddy, but Jack knew she was close. Jack slips his hand in between them and rubs her clit as he continued his thrusting. (Y/n)’s whimpers feeling the warmth in her belly grow, she screams cumming hard around Jack’s cock. The sight and the sound of (Y/n) cumming sent Jack over the edge with a few more quick uneven thrusts. He cums with a groan, his pace slows down as he comes down from his high. (Y/n) rests her head on his shoulder, catching her breath. When Jack was sure she could stand he sets her on her feet. She holds the wall, her legs still a little weak. She looks down at them and seeing cum leak down her thighs. Jack's hand grabs her chin and makes her look up at him with half-lidded eyes. 

“Be a brat again and I won’t be as nice as I was tonight.” She whines as Jack smiles softly and pecks her lips. He lets go of her chin.

“You okay sweetheart?” She nods and hugs his naked body sinking all her weight onto him. Jack smiles and runs his fingers through her hair. 

“You did so great for me.”

“I’m so proud of you princess.”

“How about I clean you up and then we cuddle?” (Y/n) nods pressing her face into Jack's chest.

Jack chuckles. “I love you (Y/n).”

“I love you too.” (Y/n) says but it came out muffled.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Hopper’s daughter and dating Eddie Munson (Part 1)

Eddie Munson x fem!Hopper!reader

warnings: drugs/alcohol, death

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if I would be allowed to request being the daughter (or just child) of Jim Hopper and dating Eddie Munson headcanons please and thank you <33”

part 2

you first (officially) met eddie back in middle school

you were quickly warned by your father to stay away from eddie munson on account of his family history

but that all changed your summer before senior year

you were 18, joyce byers offered to take you to california with her, but you declined wanting to finish high school in a familiar place

which may not have been the best idea considering everyone knew what had just happened to you (well, to a certain extent)

you were couch surfing for a bit at the wheeler’s, henderson’s, harrington’s, sinclair’s

and school finally started, but it all felt so wrong. no more steve or jonathan to lean on throughout the day, all the kids alongside you

and then those kids met eddie, were taken in by him

“y/n, you gotta meet this guy. i really think you’d get along!” -dustin

“i don’t know, dustin. i just don’t think i’d get along with him” -you

“you definitely will! just give him a chance, maybe you can start playing d&d with us!” -mike

they were trying to look out for you, you’d been distant since your dad died (you and max had been silently sitting together at lunch for the most part)

but one day in the library eddie decided to approach you, take the risk

after weeks of begging from the boys

“hey there, y/n, right? i’m eddie in case you didn’t already know” -you know who

“oh…hi, eddie…” -you, a bit hesitant of the convo

“may i?” -eddie, slowly sitting as you shrugged “if i’m disrupting you and the great gatsby, tell me now. just thought i’d introduce myself before the boys shoved me into your arms or something”

“didnt know they were so adamant about us being friends” -you

“oh, you didn’t, did you? i totally believe you” -eddie, sarcastically “don’t worry, i wont take that personally or anything”

“what a relief” -you, also sarcastically

“welp, i won’t keep you for too long. you look super busy over here, not like youre gonna fall asleep out of boredom. but just a heads up, i did do that report last year and the year before. lots of practice, i can help you if you want. all you have to do is ask” -eddie

“i’ll pass on that offer” -you

“and you’ll probably pass without me. i did not do very well on it anyways…so, uh, yeah. i’ll be meeting with the hellfire club tonight if you wanna come hang out. we’ll have food if the dungeons or dragons don’t interest you” -eddie

“i don’t know if i can make it, sorry” -you

“no pressure, i swear” -eddie, crossing his heart

you had no actual intention of going

but max kind of gave you that last nudge, telling you to enjoy your life a bit

“that’s why i have you, isn’t it?” -you

“then you’ll just stay moping with me all day” -max

“maybe i like moping with you” -you

“go!” -max

the club meeting was…awkward

most of the guys kept staring at you in the corner as you ate your pizza

“i’d like to formally welcome y/n the, the…the honorable!” -eddie

you decided to opt out of playing, but once the night was at an end and all the club left but eddie and yourself, things felt different

“you don’t have to stick around on my account, y/n. it’s late, you obviously don’t want to be here. go on home, i’ll make it out just fine” -eddie

“no home to go to, didn’t they tell you?” -you

“they must be keeping secrets from me, i’m devastated” -eddie, sitting beside you “you have anywhere to go tonight?”

“i’ll figure something out. that’s not an opening for an invitation to your house. just so you know” -you

“…i know i haven’t said it yet, but—” -eddie

“don’t say you’re sorry. i’m sick of hearing that shit” -you

“alright, alright, i won’t. just let me know if there’s anything i can do to help…i’m gonna go clean up now, don’t mind me” -eddie

you sat quietly for a while, sipping your can of coke and waiting for the inevitable moment you’d have to leave and end your night

but eddie became adamant that he “wouldn’t let any woman go home alone in a town like this”

you laughed at the sentiment and the fact that he had no idea what you were capable of…what you’d been through

“just…would you come back to my place for the night? i know that it’s weird, we don’t really know each other, but i can’t in good conscience leave you here. and hey, your buddy max just moved in across from me! any problems arise, you can just mosey on over to her trailer and arm yourself with baseball bats to beat me up or something. i’d completely understand if you did!” -eddie

you caved and went with him and literally stayed up all night talking

talking about music, school, fathers, new york, hawkins, graduation, drugs, drinks, and so on

and by the time the sun rose you had dozed off on each other

and you felt happy for the first time since the fourth of july, actually had good dreams for a change

and not after long, he was asking you on dates and insisting you crash on his couch

“i need you more than you think. alone all night in that little trailer is just sooo scary, i need someone big and strong like, i dont know, the sheriff’s daughter, to protect me” -eddie

you couldn’t stop thinking about your dad and him warning you to stay away from the munsons, but you were always a bit of a rebel

but you couldn’t deny how much fun eddie was to be around

and after maybe a month or so of flirting and practically living together, eddie gathered the courage to finally kiss you (stone cold sober, might i add)

“if you don’t kiss me soon i’m gonna start taking it personally, munson” -you

yeah

those kids went BALLISTIC when they heard the news

now, most of the people of hawkins knew you weren’t exactly the most traditional girl, especially as the sheriff’s daughter

but once they saw you with eddie you were definitely a hazard to society in their eyes

eddie held your hand while you got your first tattoo (and took you out for ice cream afterwards)

“maybe you’ll be as cool as i am one day” -eddie

“you must be the coolest third-time-senior i’ve ever met” -you

“third time’s the charm!” -eddie

eddie kind of seems like you’re out of range if youre more than arm’s length away

loves having his arm around you some way shape or form, will settle for simple hand holding

made you into a stoner and teases you so much for the sheriff’s daughter thing

you have to tiptoe around the whole upside-down thing when you talk to eddie about your dad. which sucks

you wince when you say he died in a mall fire because it just sounds dumb

eddie never pressures you into doing or saying anything

oh yeah ppl really give you a hard time at school and eddie will not stand for it at all. he will go as far as to barking and growling at ppl (NOT IN A FURRY WAY but lets be real eddie would definitely be a wolf kid)

eddie’s uncle…he’s okay with you i guess but very shocked as well

you still wont play d&d but you do spectate all the time and the boys really love when you spend time with them

“i’m happy she’s happy. she hasn’t been the same since the chief died” -dustin

“well, yeah. it’s messed up, of course she’s not the same” -eddie

“she’s been through a lot, eddie. like, a lot. you better not hurt her” -dustin

“weren’t you the one encouraging me to date her? why are you threatening me now?” -eddie

“y/n is family and it’s up to us now. so behave, eddie. im watching you” -dustin

“you know, you really need to work on your tone, man” -eddie

learning a bit of eddie’s metal and teaching him a bit of your rock specifically you dont mess around with jim because you learned that song perfectly for your dad

joyce calls occasionally and checks on you, el always ends up with the phone

“can i talk to eddie? i want to ask him a question” -eleven

“eddie, my sister wants to ask you something” -you, passing over the phone

“hi, jane! what can i do for ya?” -eddie

“can you give y/n a hug from me?” -eleven

eddie constantly offering to drive you to lenora so you can see your family, almost happened on christmas break

kisses and tickles and fake mustaches with each other’s hair and cuddles and moreeee

but he just MELTS if you give him any physical affection

like if you give him a kiss on the cheek or his head he’ll go nuts, if you give him a big hug, if u grab his face, if you take his hand

and most importantly……gotta grab that man’s booty

when spring break rolled around you stayed the first night with nancy because mike had just left and you two had planned a sleepover!!

bad news for eddie tho bc Chrissy Fucking Died

and the cops questioned you at the wheelers’ that very morning!

“i told you she was gonna turn into a delinquent after chief hopper died” -ted

“ted, she’s going through a lot. would you cut her some slack?” -karen

“not when she’s dating a murderer!” -ted

you were immediately thrown into a panic upon hearing these accusations and flung into action to find him

“max, did you see him? do you know where he went?” -you

“no, sorry. i just saw her this morning” -max

when you did find him, you were almost relieved that this was an upside down thing, you wanted so badly to tell him before

“wait, so…it wasn’t a mall fire? it was a…huh?! i’m not following” -eddie

“soviets. under the mall. lab. explosion. opening. a portal. to another. dimension.” -you

“and you’ve had to deal with this how many times?” -eddie

“dont make me think about it” -you

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[selenitesdawn]

Babysitting

pairing : steve harrington x reader

warnings : none

summary : steve invites you on a date, which turns out to be not exactly what you imagined.

First person pov

No one, and I mean no one can ruin this day for me. Tonight I finally get to go on a date with the boy I’ve been crushing on since literally forever. Steve Harrington. The past weeks have been a literal fever dream. First, Steve finally seems to have gotten over Nancy Wheeler. Not that I waited for this to happen, but yeah I guess I did wait for this to happen. It just didn’t sit right with me. I mean, Steve has been on my mind none stop for what? 4 years? Nancy is a total douchebag for letting Steve go, plus she didn’t deserve him anyways. He is just such a sweet guy. Caring, attentive, funny. I won’t defend all of his past actions, he did act like a jerk back in the day. But people can change. So if someone deserves to go on a date with him, it’s most definitely me.

About three weeks ago, Steve randomly came up to me in school and asked if we’d know each other. Not gonna lie, that hurt a little. We’ve been sharing classes since primary school and I obviously always knew who he was. But hey, better late than never right. Besides almost shitting myself, the conversation went pretty well. In fact he seems to have grown as a person and my crush on him just kept growing equally. Since that day we’ve been talking on a daily basis. But until tonight, we never met up outside of school. Although I silently hoped for it to happen. Then yesterday, it did finally happen. He asked me out on an actual date. A non platonic actual date!

“Hey y/n!”

“Oh, hey Steve.”

“So, uh. I’ve been wondering, and it’s totally cool if you say no of course. I wouldn’t be mad or anything and it’s really just like uhm… it just came to my head that maybe.. and I mean, just if you’re cool with it-“

“Just say it Steve.”

“Yeah sure, uhm. I don’t know, would you want to go on a .. like a.. a date? Maybe? Like in a.. boyfriend and girlfriend do dates way? Not that I’m asking you to be my girlfriend! Just not in a friends way date you know. It’s totally okay if you don’t-“

“I would love to actually.”

“Cool! Great! I mean, that’s great. Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds good to me.”

On the inside I was dying of course, but I think I played it off pretty well. Nevertheless, since yesterday I’ve been in a constant state of anxiety.

As I’m standing outside of my home, my legs start to get more shaky by the minute. I anticipated this day for so long. What if anything goes wrong? What if he doesn’t like me like that? My train of thought luckily gets interrupted by Steve pulling up in his car.

“What a beautiful night it is to meet such a beautiful human. Care to get in?”, he says smugly.

“You’re such an idiot.”, I respond while getting in his car.

As I sit there for what feels like forever without Steve saying anything, I start to get more and more nervous. I don’t know what to say, he clearly doesn’t know what to say and I can’t shake the feeling that something is going on.

“So uhm. About tonight..”, he starts saying.

Shoot. He’s going to tell me that he regrets asking me on a date. And now he’s trying to say it in the nicest way possible.

“Hey it’s okay if you-“, I try to say, but he interrupts me.

“We have to babysit.”, he admits.

What did he just say?

“What?”, I manage to speak out.

“I’m so sorry, but you know Dustin Henderson? He acted so weird today and he does stupid stuff sometimes, so I’m obviously just super worried about him and his friends and-“, he keeps rambling and rambling so I just sigh and accept my faith.

“It’s fine. Where are they?”

He smiles sincerely and immediately seems more relaxed. To be honest, this for sure isn’t my dream date. But it’s kinda cute that he has small friends and acts like a mom. And who doesn’t want a man that’s good with kids right?

“They are at the arcade. If that’s fine with you.”

“Sure, I’d go anywhere with you.”

We start driving to the arcade while loudly singing along to his mixtape. Now and then he acts like his hand is a microphone and puts it in front of my face, and honestly, it’s the cutest thing ever. When we arrive he gets out of the car and holds my door open.

“Thank you very much Mr. Harrington.”

“You’re more than welcome.”

When we get in I spot Dustin and his friends playing at the vending machines, seeming completely normal. Steve walks up to them and starts talking with Dustin. I can’t really make out what they’re saying but his little friends keep glancing over to me. I give an awkward wave and try to give the nicest smile possible.

“Y/n, this is Dustin.”, Steve says, pushing Dustin in front of me.

“Pleasure to meet you! I heard Steve already messed up your date, really sorry about that.”, he tells me.

“Hey it’s not my fault! You kept saying weird things through the walkie-talkie and then stopped answering me!”

“Well, did you mess with the frequency?”, Dustin asks.

“How do I do that?”, Steve questions.

“Did you play with the switch Steve?”

Steve stays quiet and exchanges looks between me and Dustin. I can’t help myself but laugh at the situation. Dustin shakes his head and pats Steves shoulder. He then returns to his friends.

“Okay, maybe that could have happened, I don’t really know how that thing works okay!”, Steve defends himself, shouting after Dustin. He puts his hands on his hips and gives me an apologetic look.

I nudge his shoulder and smile.

“While we’re here, i’m pretty amazing at playing pac man.”, I say.

Steve sighs and brings out a smile.

“I bet I can still beat you.”, he says confidently.

In the end we spend all night trying out the different machines and I beat Steve in almost every single game. He was pretty cool about it though, admitting that I’m just a better player. Now and then he would check up on Dustin, just to make sure that everything is alright.

When we drive back to my home, it is pretty quiet. But it is a comfortable silence. I notice Steve glancing at me now and then, looking away almost shyly whenever I turn to him.

“I really enjoyed tonight.”, he says as we still sit in his car in front of my home.

“I did too.”, I smile.

“Sorry about that babysitting thing again, I was just.. you know. Dustin does stupid stuff sometimes and I get nervous, since some stuff happened before. But you know, I’m really glad that you handled that so well and next time we’re definitely going to-“

Hearing him ramble again, I just can’t help myself but feel the urge to stop him from explaining himself. So I channel all my braveness and finally do what I’ve been dreaming of since years and years. I break his rant by pecking him on the lips. After that, he stayed silent.

“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t-“, I start explaining, but this time it’s Steve who interrupts me by pressing his lips onto mine.

The kiss is tender and sweet. I feel myself melting into his touch, as he puts his hand on my neck and pulls me just a little closer to him as I was before. After our lips part, he grins at me brightly.

“Tomorrow at 7? Just me and you?”, he asks.

“I would love that.”

Just as I am about to get out of the car, he grabs me by my wrist.

“By the way, I did know who you were, when I first talked to you.”, he admits.

“What? You did?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t know what to say and I got nervous. So it just slipped out I guess.”

I start laughing and he joins in shortly after. He then lets go off my wrist and starts his car again.

“You’re such an idiot.”, is the last thing I say before he drives off.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #dustin henderson #steve harrington x you

[cassifictional]

If you're taking requests, because I truly adore how you write, could you ever do something for Sevika and her ex-girlfriend? Maybe they really haven't gotten over each other after a few years and they still bicker and get jealous over each other, maybe something nsfw happens too. If you don't like the request, feel completely free to ignore it ♡

It’s so nice to hear that you like the way I write! 💕 And a perfect way to get me to write your request lol, compliments work really well on me. I’m not sure whether you wanted an Sevika x OC fic or Sevika x reader so I’m gonna go with x reader because that’s what I’m used to writing!

Sorry if it’s not as good as my other works, it’s really hot where I live rn and my brain is a bit foggy. Also somehow I wrote 1.9k instead of the 500 words I was going for. Lucky you.

My request are semi-open, if you have any fun ideas feel free to leave me an ask and I might write something for it if I have the time and inspiration. I'm gonna assume requests are sfw unless specified otherwise!

Tags: nsfw: mdni please. mean Sevika, jealousy, angry sex, fingering (reader receiving).

Infuriating

It’s one of those days again: cocktail night with all of Silco’s associates. Every once in a while, he rents out a place to invite everyone he wants to keep on his good side. A necessary evil, or so he says. On the surface it seems fun, but look a little closer and it’s all just one big, corrupt power game. If he didn’t insist you’d be there every time, you probably wouldn’t even bother to show up.

The air in the room felt thick with cigarette and cigar smoke, making you feel overwhelmed and disoriented. People surround you as you tried to locate a corner in the room where it was a little less crowded.

“Hey, having a good time? Can I get you a drink?” you suddenly hear a woman’s voice say as you noticed someone had walked up beside you. She had long, black hair, was wearing a tight blue dress and was adorned from tip to toe in fancy jewelry. Her dark brown eyes fixated on yours, she was waiting for a response from you.

Feeling flattered, you smiled and nodded at her.

“I’ll get you something nice. Save a spot at that table for me, would you?” she said flirtingly as she pointed to a table behind you. She winked at you before you watched her make her way to the bar. Like she had asked, you stood at the table and waited for her.

“She is so not your type.” you heard another voice say to your left. One a lot more familiar.

“I think I can decide that for myself, Sev.” you replied, annoyed at the sudden intrusion of the one person you really didn’t feel like chatting with tonight.

“Figures. Being decisive was never your strongest suit.” she taunted. Was she trying to pick a fight?

Sure, your breakup years ago had been messy. No, it wasn’t all her fault. Yes, you lost a good thing you had together, but you always figured you two had never really been meant to last. And yet, it seemed like as long you were in the undercity, you just couldn’t get away from her. In one way or another, you always found her again in the most random of places and situations, often resulting in bickering and petty arguments. Tonight seemed to be no different.

The woman from earlier returned with two drinks, one for herself and one for you. But when she noticed Sevika looming in the corner beside you, she seemed to hesitate.

“Oh.. I’m sorry.. am I interrupt- I think I’ll just..” she said nervously as she glanced back between you and Sevika, who was obviously scaring her off with her death stare.

“No, it’s fine, we’re not together.” you tried to diffuse, but the woman didn’t seem convinced.

“I really don’t want to intrude. Sorry..” she said before quickly making her way to the other side of the room, depriving you of the drink you were actually really looking forward to.

“Great. Thanks.” you said as you turned around and glared at Sevika. “There goes my once chance of having a nice evening. Happy now?”

“Just saving you the trouble. Like I said, she’s not your type.” she scoffed before lighting a cigarillo and blowing a few puffs of smoke your way, which you angrily fanned away.

“Like, what, maybe she’s yours? As far as I’m concerned, you don’t really have a type. It’s always been quantity over quality at the brothel with you.” you grumbled.

“Jealous?” she mocked. “I’ll talk to Babette, see if she’s hiring.”

So fucking annoying. She always knew how to get right under your skin. Eager to get some kind of revenge on her for scaring your flirt away, you considered your options. Empty her drink over her head? No, that’s uncivilized. Violence wasn’t your style either. Instead, in a move that was a whole lot more friendly, you reached your hand out and gestured for Sevika to hand you her cigarillo.

“Fuck you too. Let me have some.” you said as you angrily stared at her.

With surprisingly little hesitation, Sevika took the cigarillo out of her mouth and handed it to you, but not before making you reach for it a bit first. You took a few puffs, maintaining eye contact with her as you did. Even though you were still angry with her, you couldn’t help but feel some of your old feelings for her bubble up to the surface again as you looked at her. Things between you two had been amazing and intense while you were still together. A feeling you really missed from time to time. A feeling that made you doubt whether or not you had tried hard enough to fix it at the time. The constant bickering you went through together now didn’t motivate you to really try and patch things up, though. She was irritating, infuriating even. And yet. You wondered. What if it had worked out?

You took the cigarillo out of your mouth again, twirling it between your fingers for a second before you reached out to hand it back to Sevika again. But instead of handing it to her, you intentionally dropped it right into the drink she was holding.

"Oh. Oops."

Shocked, she dropped the glass right on the floor, shattering the thing into a million pieces and spilling liquor everywhere. And now, Sevika looked fucking furious.

“Alright, you little fucking-“ she growled, but she was cut off by Silco, who had noticed the rising tension and had made his way over to you both.

“That’s enough.” he hissed. “I told you to stay professional.”

Sevika gave him a death glare but didn’t reply, now realizing that she may have fucked up a bit. Silco pointed to a door nearby.

“Outside, now. Come back when you’ve cooled off.” he then turned to face you as well. “You too. Out.”

Not eager to challenge your boss and risk getting on his bad side, you complied and made your way over to the door. Sevika followed closely behind you, heavy footsteps revealing her anger.

“Like fucking schoolkids getting detention.” you grumbled as you pushed open the door. “You’re sure as hell as immature as one, Sev. And you’re- wait, this isn’t..”

“Move.” Sevika groaned as she pushed you forward into the room, almost knocking you over in the process. She quickly realized as well that this door didn’t lead outside.

“Side room.” she ascertained. “Not the exit. Dumbass.”

“No shit, sherlock. And cut it out with the insults.” you snapped.

“That last one was for Silco, not you.”

“For once.”

“So quit assuming everything is about you all the time.”

You sighed in frustration. It wasn’t uncommon for her to be mean to you, but tonight felt a little different from her usual verbal attacks. As if you had really struck a nerve with her.

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked.

“I could give you a list.” she grumbled as she looked around the room for another exit, to no avail.

“I’m serious, Sev. What the hell happened?”

She sighed. “We’ve been over this. We didn’t work, end of story.”

“You used to like me.” you muttered. “I used to like you. Love you, even. Then it all went to shit and for what? Why?”

You watched Sevika as she was stood with her back towards you. Her shoulders were tense, her whole body looked stiff. The shimmer in her metal arm briefly started to kick in, but went away before it could send her into a frenzy. Then all of a sudden, she turned around and stormed towards you, only stopping when she was right in front of you. She loomed over you like a tower.

“You want me back so bad, is that it?” she hissed.

“I want to know why.” you said quietly, trying desperately to keep back your tears. “You never.. we never talked about why it went to shit. I want to understand.”

“I liked you better when you listened to me.”

“Sev, please, I just..”

She grabbed you by the jaw with her metal hand, squeezing forcefully but not hard enough to really hurt.

“Shut up. You want it to be like the ‘good old days’ again?” she growled, bringing her face close to yours.

Even though you were still angry, the urge to kiss her was greater. But once she noticed you leaning in, she moved her hand from your jaw to the back of your head to grab a fistful of your hair. She pushed you back into the now closed door behind you, effectively immobilizing your head to where her hand was.

“So fucking desperate.” she muttered under her breath as her other hand made it’s way to one of your thighs. “I remember you used to beg for it.”

“Then.. please?”

The look in her eyes still screamed fury, but behind the angry façade you could see that there was more to it. You had gotten to know her well during your time together. You could see something you didn’t quite recognize, not just yet. Lust? Jealousy? Regret?

Her grip on your hair forced you to keep eye contact with her. Without any further hesitation, Sevika moved her hand up from your thigh, straight into your underwear. Knowing there were probably people behind the door Sevika had forced you against, you struggled to keep yourself from moaning out loud.

She effortlessly found your sweet spot like she always did when you were still together. As if you had never broken up in the first place. Her movements were rough but precise, keeping you exactly where she wanted you, touching you exactly where she wanted to.

“Oh, god..” you gasped as you felt one of her fingers brush over your entrance before she roughly shoved it inside you.

“Try not to let the whole room hear you.” she sneered, pushing a second finger inside of you. “Or do. See if I care.”

“Fuck you, Sev.”

“You wish.”

“Oh, you- ah! Fuck.. fuck me.” you moaned as Sevika curled her fingers inside of you, continuing to roughly move in and out of you. Your pleas seemed to motivate her as much as they seemed to be pissing her off.

You gripped her arm tightly as she continued to fuck you against the door, surely making enough noise by now that people on the other side of it could hear something was going on. She kept her eyes on you the whole time, the look of anger mixed with unknown, messy feelings in her eyes unwavering. Maybe it had been the lack of intimacy in your life lately, maybe you had just really missed her despite all the harsh words spoken between you, but she knew exactly how you liked to be touched and she could definitely feel you were getting close. As she slowly but steadily pushed you over the edge, she moved her metal hand from the back of your head to your mouth to muffle your increasingly loud moans as you came.

You felt your legs turn to jelly but Sevika’s hand was still underneath you, keeping you upright. She briefly let you ride it out before she removed her hand from your underwear as quickly as it had found its way in. She leaned back in close you your face, your mouth still covered by her metal hand.

“Whore.” she hissed before removing her metal hand from your face.

She pushed you aside, opened the door and walked out. The door fell shut behind her. Still trying to catch your breath and compose yourself, you rested your back against the closed door again and slowly slid down onto the floor. Your eyes filled with tears as you processed what just happened. You finally got the courage to ask and she didn’t even tell you. Tell you why you ended up like this.

Notes: angry sex, sure! But I do need to sprinkle some explicit ✨consent✨ in to feel comfortable with it. I feel like this could use a continuation. Anyone interested in that? Let me know. Poor y/n’s having a hard time.

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[cathykitten21]

GUYSSYSYYS BREAKING NEWSS MY BF….HE ACTYALLY LIKES ME OMGGG LIKE OK THATS A GIVEN BUT OMG HE IS SO AMAZING AND WOWWEE LIKE OBVI HES AMAZING BC I LIKE HIM AND I DONT SETTLE 💯💯💯 BUT LEMME TELL U I DID NOT EXPECT HIM TO BE SO GOOD EITH WORDS I AM ON THE FLOOR ROLLING OVER KICKING MY FEET SCREAMJNF LIKEEEE i am such a lucky gal thank u so much i am so happy i could not of asked for better i am utterly repulsed at any mention of the opposite gender besides MY BF I AM A TAKEN WOMAN wow i can’t believe this i never expected this to happen to me like if u asked me hey cathykitten21 how’s your relationship status i would say tanked i get a new crush every week i don’t even actually like anyone like that fr i just kinda see someone in the hallway and distract myselfBUT NOW I OBVIOUSLY DO HAVE A CRUSHY WUSHY I WILL NOT SAY WHAT IT IS I AM SO THANKFUL SOSOOSOSOSO THANKFUL THANK THE HEAVENS i would like to thank my mommy and daddy for having me and for the baes mommy and daddy for having him thank you guys ur a real one i would also like to thank all of my supporters and stuff and yea i am happy this is like so cool and great and yea i forgot where i was gonna go with this post lowk but it doesn’t matter also omg i keep making typos and i am not gonna reread this to fix any so hopefully i fixed them along the way ALSO i forgot wait omg i can’t remember what i wa about to type OH YEA i am so scared bc like i don’t wanna mess up since this is basically my first and best ever BF i’m so nervous like wow also he is gonna see this so now it’s a little embarrassing but i don’t even care bc i’ve actually embarrassed myself so much around him it doesn’t even matter at this point we better be locked in if we aren’t im never using tumblr again i’ll just fade away into dust i don’t know how lost this is prob not that long i am just sosososoosososo happyoyooyyoy i keep saying that but it’s sosososo true i couldn’t of asked for anything better (unless we’re talking fictional 😣😣😣 wink wink knudge knudge ethan morales my dms are always open (no they’re not)) ANYWAYS YESSSS THIS IS SO GREAT point blank period

[appetite4savage]

Hot Blooded (Joe Elliott)

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Request: meeting Joe backstage turns into a romance

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Y/N’s POV

When I decided to buy myself tickets to meet Def Leppard, I didn’t think about the part where I’d actually have to… speak to them.

My hands are clammy. My pulse is racing. I feel like I could make one wrong move and fall to pieces. The last thing I need to do is embarrass myself in front of them.

I turn around to go back to my seat, but I bump into someone.

“Oh, sorry.” I collect myself and look up. It’s Joe Elliott.

He flashes his million dollar smile at me. “No problem, love.”

This can’t be real life. This isn’t happening.

“Where are you headed?” He asks.

“I, uh. Um.” I try to come up with words but my brain isn’t working properly.

He looks down at the lanyard around my neck. “Oh, I see. You’re VIP. You can just follow me if you’d like.”

I nod and he walks beside me down the hallway. His hand is on my back. I’m sure he can feel my heart nearly leaping out of my chest.

“Here we are.” He leads me into a large room. The rest of the band is there, along with the other VIPs.

“Who do we have here?” Sav smiles at me from his spot on the couch. He has his arm around a tall blonde.

“I’m Y/N.” I say shyly, and everyone else introduces themselves.

I can feel someone looking at me. I look over to see Joe’s green eyes blazing into my skin.

-

After a while of chatting with everyone, Joe pulls me to the side.

“I’m sorry if this sounds a bit forward, but do you want to go to my dressing room? It’s getting a bit crowded in here.” He asks at a lower volume so everyone can’t hear.

“Sure.” I nod, and we sneak out to his dressing room.

His dressing room is small, but complete with a vanity, leather couch and tv.

“Have a seat.” He motions to the couch.

I nervously shift to the edge and sit down with him following behind me. I try leave a bit of space between us.

“You know, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He laughs. “I’m kidding. I do want to know more about you, though.” He shifts to face me.

“There’s not much to tell you, really. I’m an only child, moved here when I turned 18.”

He seems genuinely interested in what I’m saying. “So you’re a fan of the band, obviously. How’d you get into us?”

“When I first moved here, I caught your gig at one of the local clubs. I only knew a song or two but from that moment I was hooked.” I can feel a blush from embarrassment rising to my cheeks and I lower my head to let my hair fall to my face.

“Hey, no shame in that.” He lifts my head with his finger, brushing my hair out of my face. “Our club playing days were great times.” He pauses, leaning closer to my face.

Our lips were just about to connect when a loud voice came from the other side of the door.

“Elliott! Show time!”

He closes his eyes, shaking his head. “Damn it.”

I start to get up, but he grabs me by the arm. “So I’ll see you after the show, yeah?”

Nervously, I nod. “Sure.”

-

During the whole show I felt like it was just Joe and I in the room. He’d wink at me quickly, showing off his best moves.

The show ended just as quickly as our moment was interrupted before.

I walked out of the venue, waiting for Joe to come out. Minutes felt like years until finally a familiar head of blonde hair came outside. I let out a sigh of relief.

“I thought you forgot about me.”

He chuckles, “What kind of dog do you take me for?” He holds out his hand for me to grab, leading me down the street only illuminated by streetlights.

“A handsome one, unfortunately.”

We walk in an old diner as it is the only thing open at this hour and sit down at a booth in the corner.

After a couple hours, everyone leaves but us.

“It’s too quiet in here.” He announces, headed to a jukebox on the other side of the room. A few minutes later, music plays through the speakers.

“Well, I'm hot blooded

Check it and see

I got a fever of a hundred and three

Come on, baby, do you do more than dance?

I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded…”

He walks back over to the table, holding out his hand to me and smirking. “Dance with me.”

“Joe, I have two left fe—“ Before I finish, he pulls me out of the booth and spins me around.

“Now you move so fine

Let me lay it on the line

I wanna know

What you're doin' after the show?”

“Did you pick this on purpose?” I laugh at the irony of the lyrics considering how we met.

He doesn’t answer, just keeps moving and singing along to the music.

“Tell me, are you hot, mama?

You sure look that way to me….”

When the song ends, we collapse into each other’s arms, giggling.

The waitress walks over and smiles, “Okay, lovebirds. Diner closes in ten minutes.”

We nod and pay for our food before walking out the door. What a night.

#appetite4savage writes #def leppard #joe elliott #def leppard fan fiction

[writingwitharlo]

Showing No Weakness

a/n: I know the title is kinda cheesy but it's the best i could come up with! Also tagging @nhasablogg and @ticklishraspberries bc i say so

anon's prompt: The friendgroup is hanging out and Nick and Charlie start teasing each other about their "weaknesses" and arrive at the weakness "ticklish" and then start arguing about whose weakness that is because obviously one person has to win. And after some back-and-forth their friends get fed up with their stubbornness and just tickle both of them, either to just shut them up or to establish who's more ticklish (your choice).

(Heartstopper; Nick/Charlie, Tao, Elle, Darcy)

1266 words

It was a silly game, really. Nobody could remember whose idea it had been in the first place and the longer they continued and the more they laughed and argued, the less it mattered. 

“Okay, okay. Uhm… Ooh, alright. The person most likely to get caught shoplifting.”

Eyes darted back and forth for a moment but quickly all fingers pointed to the blonde splayed out on Nick’s bed. 

“What?!”

“Oh, come on, Darcy,” Elle chuckled, lowering her hand to her lap again.

“I’ll have you know that my shoplifting skills are very much up to par.”

“Much experience with committing criminal offenses then?” Nick teased from the beanbag beside the bed, which he and Charlie had taken over.

“It’s okay, Nicholas. You can just say that you’re intimidated by me now.”

Nick rolled his head back with a laugh, his hand dropping to his chest.

Darcy shook her head and continued petting Nellie, who lay curled up on the bed quietly as she thought of a new scenario. She had managed to persuade the dog to join her when she had trotted into the room some time ago. Complaining about missing her absent girlfriend had apparently convinced Nellie and she had settled down beside Darcy happily.  “The person with the worst taste in music.”

Before Nick could even lift his hand, all fingers were pointed at him. “Hey!”

Charlie snorted and ruffled through the other’s hair as a gesture of consolation. “We love you, but all the good songs on your playlist you got from me.”

“What’s wrong with my songs?” he sulked half-heartedly. It was really hard to pretend to be offended when all he wanted was to lean further into Charlie’s touch.

“You’re joking, right?” Tao asked. “Because I’d say ‘basic’ might be too painfully accurate.”

“Wow,” Nick huffed but did a terrible job at covering the soft chuckle that stumbled out as well.

Charlie’s hand disappeared from his hair again. Rude. “Come on, your turn.” The younger boy nudged him impatiently with his leg.

“Alright, let me think.” There was a short pause

“Think faster,” Charlie pushed playfully, continuously knocking his knee against Nick’s.

“I can’t with yo-Oi!” A wiggling finger in his ear caused him to snap his shoulder upwards and grab the offending hand, pushing it away instantly.

Charlie giggled, watching Nick rub his ear against his shoulder. “Just checking if there’s anything in there.”

Nick glared at him with those playful eyes, grip still tight on his wrist. “Careful, Charles. You're treading on some very thin ice there.”

Charlie simply grinned back smugly. “Oh, I’m not that heavy, I think I’ll be alright.”

Raising an eyebrow, Nick tilted his head to the side slowly and Charlie could feel his face heat up, heart hammering in his chest. It wasn’t fair. Nick knew exactly what that look would do to him. “It’s okay,” Charlie started slowly, trying his best to sound non-chalant. “Thinking fast is just not your strong suit. We all have our weaknesses.”

“Didn’t know he had a death wish,” Elle casually whispered to Tao who nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it was nice knowing him,” Tao replied and they both knew, if Isaac had been there, he would have probably chuckled at the statement.

Nick’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Well, at least my weakness isn’t digging a deeper hole for myself under pressure.”

“What hole? Because we both know your other great weakness is not being able to resist my sweet talk.”

“Oh, yeah? Don’t think your sweet talk will be able to hold up against that... ticklish weakness of yours.” Nick emphasized the word with a brief glance to Charlie’s neck which shot a giddy rush through the younger boy, heating his cheeks even more. 

“I- That’s-... You’re more ticklish!” The words stumbled out between anticipatory giggles as Charlie twisted his arm, finally ready to free it from Nick’s grip. He couldn’t help but draw his legs closer, even though Nick had not made any advancing moves... yet. 

“You sure about that?” Nick didn’t look convinced. Although, in reality, Charlie was probably right. Still. It was fun to mess with him, all flustered and stammering. It felt oddly reassuring to be one of the very few people who could put an end to that cheeky smart mouth of his.

“Yeah?... Yes! Don’t start denying it now, Nicholas.”

“Oh, my god. Enough!” Fed up by the ridiculous arguments being thrown back and forth, Tao shot forward from his spot on the floor. Either hand on a different knee, the arguing abruptly switched to surprised yelps and gasping laughs.

Both boys’ legs simultaneously jerked, bumping against each other clumsily. While Charlie desperately tried to pry Tao’s death grip from the sensitive joint with his now free hands, Nick resolved to wiggling his leg from side to side in hopes of dislodging him. Both methods, of course, proved to be utterly useless. 

"Now we're talking." Darcy reached for Nick's neck, pinching and squeezing at its crook as much as his scrunched up shoulders allowed. She had become increasingly enthusiastic about tickling her friends whenever the situation arose, making her a frightfully skilled component.

"No! You dick," Nick cried out, hands batting at hers. Maimed completely useless, he began slipping sideways off the bean bag towards the ground.

"Nonono," came Charlie's giddy voice from beside him. Nick wasn't sure what was happening, but Elle was no longer sat in the spot she had been a minute ago. "Traitors!"

"Oh, no. The only thing we're betraying is our patience for your incessant bickering," Tao replied matter-of-factly. His fingers were still very much glued in place.

Nick now lay partially on the ground, one arm trapped beneath his body. "Get off," he burst out, trying to sound threatening but the squeal that followed sort of ruined that for him.

His squirming had only brought him further into Darcy's reach, who was now hovering above him over the edge of the bed. With one hand still very much occupied at his neck, the other began happily prodding at the side of his chest, easily finding the more sensitive divots between his ribs.

Dissolving to frantic laughter, Nick’s hand gripped the nearest grabable item, which just so happened to be Charlie’s arm. “Make ‘em stop!”

"No!" Charlie replied to all of their surprise, moving his arm out of Nick's reach. He fell sideways into the now empty spot beside him, successfully evading Elle's devilish nails. "You deserve this." Stubbornness radiated from every giggly syllable and Nick could practically hear the smug look.

"Come on!" Darcy's fingers were hitting dangerous close to his armpit and he had to retract his arm, clamping it close to his side.

"No!"

"Either you two decide to call it a draw, or we keep going until we have a conclusive answer," Tao proposed diplomatically.

Immediately, overlapping pleas burst out of the boys. Nick's desperate sounds rang in Charlie's ear from somewhere beside his shoulder and something inside of him wished he was the one producing those sounds.

"That's what I thought." Fingers stilled. The buzz of laughter and giddy static died down gradually until all that was left was a set of huffing breaths.

Nick sat up with a groan and looked down at Charlie, all curled up and flushed. The younger boy's eyes fluttered open at the movement and a self-satisfied grin lit up his face as he met Nick's gaze. "Still think it's my weakness?"

"Don't even start," Nick grumbled with an unconvincing glare before letting his body fall on top of Charlie's, chuckling at the other's groan that followed.

#tickling #tickle fic #heartstopper #heartstopper tickle fic #heartstopper fic #ticklish!nick #ticklish!nick nelson #ticklish!charlie #ticklish!charlie spring #heartstopper tickling #nick nelson #charlie spring

[astrolaurical]

Hey, I was the person who basically dumped the yearning story and a little bit of my thoughts on twin flame lol. Sorry for dumping all of that on you. I kinda just got excited cause I never read of someone talking about the yearning feeling like that and I was like oh shit that happened to me too then I went crazy with it lol. I’ve definitely stopped thinking about them a lot, but I think I’m more scared of that type of feeling to come up again so it’s almost like I put up a concrete wall spiritually so no one can access my energy besides my guides. Even for them, I think it’s hard because of how blocked off I’ve become. I was diving into spirituality hardcore when that happened and idk if I was that connected or something, but that scared me lol. I know I regressed a lot spiritually (not meditating, not using tarot cards, not contacting my guides, and etc. for a hot min). Slowly, I’m bringing myself back to that, but I’m afraid to at the same time because I don’t want to experience that again. I’ve been focusing on myself like I usually do and have done things that helped me grow as a person. Idk if you’ve ever felt like this about your twin, but sometimes I wish I never knew of them if I do have one? It makes me sad to say that, but the logical part of my brain is like too much emotion for you. I already deal with myself and I’m already a very emotional and intense person (thank you to all the Pisces in my chart and 1st house stellium). Of course I’ve learned to ground myself at certain points (major props to my Taurus moon), but it doesn’t make my emotional side any less intense. I wish I didn’t need to calm my emotional side, but I’ve never met anyone who felt ready to accept all sides of me. I’ve only dreamt of whoever that was once. I hope it stays that way, because if they know about me, they’ll know I’ll be okay with and without them. I’m used to being on my own a lot and I’ve come to realize that I’m okay with being alone as long as I have what I really love (I.e music, astrology, tarot cards, friends, and family (under certain circumstances lol). But if it does happen, obviously, I won’t reject it. If it’s meant for me, it’ll happen, but won’t be the end of the world if it doesn’t. Sorry for dumping again. I talk a lot 😅 especially for a stranger on the internet. You just have a good energy about you so it felt safe enough to open up a bit. Sorry again, these are just my thoughts as I think them. I would like to thank you for the advice and your open mindedness to talk about things like this. I really do appreciate it. I do wonder tho. I wonder if the person I dreamt about was, my twin or not, was a present or future them in the 4D. I’m just rambling at this point. Let me stop lmao. Have a wonderful day and thank you again for reading this if you do 💜

Your story is almost parallel to mine. I had a dream of me getting married to a no-face man when I was a KID and i never forgot it. Then a few years ago I actually had a dream where I saw him and we talked. Scared the shit out of me because I astral projected and was like fully cognizant and was aware I was communicating in my dream.

So obviously, this process take years. Ego death is not an overnight thing. Your brain will cling on to your ego for as long as possible since it’s a shield. That’s why so many twins don’t meet under they are seniors. That’s why I said live your life and don’t wait up for your twin or you’ll be causing yourself a lifetime of loneliness and celibacy. It seems like you’ve already been living your life so great!

#ask #twin flames

[gumasantan]

morning forever: a cynonari oneshot

author's note: hey, hey, hey! i've written another fic that i'm quite satisfied about, and this time, i had to think hard about it! it's a long ass oneshot (~2.6k words) with a mystery (wooo~). this one focuses on cyno and tighnari's relationship so if you're not into those that i've mentioned, please scroll away. from this point on i'm planning to write in different styles. anyway, i hope you enjoy reading this one!

Therein lies a wooden cabin in the middle of a spruce forest surrounded by lush greens, bountiful patches of colorful plants, and littered with vines ever-growing upon the surface of the manmade structure. With how natural and one-in-nature this living space is, it won’t only attract those who love the sight of the undisturbed land, but it will also reel in those who have a passion in how this massive piece of soil came to be and anything of it.

A setting like that does not stand remarkable among many people apart from a few, considering how far they will have to be away from any signs of human activity.

The irrelevance one can feel in the presence of intimidation made real when one realizes how much the trees tower over their figure, it really makes you feel small. Inevitably, a description of such a place will conceive stories that will imply a ‘magical’ environment that lives within the forest, which is a bunch of mysticism nonsense obviously.

However, some will persist living here otherwise.

“I mean do you believe in all of that stuff? People randomly disappearing, seeing a creature, shadows in the distance or anything of the sort…what was that other one again? Something about time that those who come here find odd?”

The peaceful and quiet air filling the cabin is interrupted by a somewhat relaxed voice. 

“I’m just concerned about you, Nari.”

As replied with someone with a worried and serious tone.

Oh, the irony.

“Oh please, Cyno. Not me. We’ve been inhabiting our house here for how many years now, five? Six? Whatever it is, we know for a fact that we need someone to maintain this place we’ve always considered our true home, yes?” He tries to hide his annoyance.

“I know. I can handle being by myself just fine and I know I’ll be a maid of this house. I’m not stupidly worried about you like somehow I know the world is going to end later and I want you here by my side before the meteor hits us or something like that.” He replies back, attempting to justify that his worry goes deeper than what his boyfriend have said.

“That’s the spirit, Cyno! Thank you for clearing that up!”

He approaches his man with a hug, pleasantness floating in the air around them as Cyno hugs him back with a bit of relief not from his attempt at reassurance, but from his unexpected optimism.

-

“It’s just…there’s something else with the stories they tell. Irks me in the wrong places, you know? Or not…” He whispers into his long ears as they both hug his worries away.

His boyfriend then pulls away from the hug and holds his shoulders, making sure that he looks straight at him, like those types of scenes in the plays they have seen in the bazaar.

“Tell me truthfully, Cyno. Do you believe in them?” He asks confrontationally as he looks at him straight in the eyes.

He shakes his head once presented with the question.

“Are you sure? No traces of doubt left within you?” As he forces the issue in order to get it out of his system, and making sure of his feelings so that nothing may be misconstrued.

“Yes, none of it, Nari.” He finally replies as he achingly looks away from him when he let the last words slip past his lips. He glances at the clock on the top of the wall right in front of them:

12:15

Tighnari lets go of his shoulders with leniency expressed on his face.

“Besides, regardless if they’re true or not, I don’t think I should let those possibly false stories stand in the way of my own research. My love for my work is just as great as my love for you, and you’re not immature enough to ask anything like ‘Work or me?’ anyway, which is a great privilege by the way, with how much you’ve reassured me about it. Thank you for that, my love, really…” As he looks back at his love with a smile forming on his lips.

Tighnari had to admit that, hinting at the insecurity he had when faced with a situation like this. Always being stuck at a crossroads between his Cyno and his work at many points in their relationship. Yet, his sweetheart’s maturity have always prevailed. It has never come to a point where he invalidates his passion, and have even always encouraged him to keep pursuing it.

Cyno looks away from the clock and back at him, feeling warmth and fuzziness forming in his chest as they make him return the smile back.

“Let me just say that I don’t want to not talk about this. In fact, I do, and I’m willing to reassure you over and over again! It just didn’t stop me from being all exhausted about it…”

As he maintains his smile while sitting down on the stool beside the wooden counter, folding his arms as he lets his head down, wanting to rest himself for a short while.

Cyno approaches and hugs him around his waist gently from behind, looking to absorb and share some of that emotional fatigue that he’s sure that Tighnari is feeling.

Those types of choices weren’t easy.

He rests his head beside Tighnari’s, rousing some heartfelt intimacy between them.

“I’m sorry for being such a pain in the bottom to deal with, love. I know I’d let my worries take over me for a while. Trust me that this time is truly me you’re talking to right now, alright?”

“As if you’re not such a worrywart everytime we’re together, silly.”

Tighnari giggles.

Cyno giggles back.

He’s right, damn you.

-

“Here, how about this: Let me tell you a joke. What did the father told his son when returned to his home after buying out milk?” As he says looking at him. He looks to the clock as he waits for his answer, or rather, an attempt at an answer:

12:32

Ah, here we go again…

“What, Cyno?” Tighnari turns his face to that lovely face that made him fall in love hard to the side that was inches away from him as he prepares to keep himself from cringing laughing…

“Nothing. Why? Because the dad never came back. It was one of those running jokes that always implied abandonment issues.” As he said it with the…

…Straightest. Face. Ever.

What followed suit was something unexpected. His boyfriend has never laughed at one of his jokes since they were together…except now. He watches in surprise as Tighnari turns his face away from him and proceeds to laugh. Is it an honest laugh because it was genuinely funny? Or was it a mocking one because it was so bad it’s funny? For Cyno, either way was good enough for him.

Because he managed to be funny and make him laugh.

Cyno hugs Tighnari tighter than before and kisses on Tighnari’s cheek even as his lips would shape into a smile as his love kept on laughing.

I swear to God, don’t their bodies ache from positioning theirselves like this?

Cyno’s music in the room starts to settle as Tighnari’s lets his laugh fall silent. He couldn’t laugh for much longer: It was hurting his muscles and he had to catch his own breath before Cyno indirectly kills him from suffocation.

They let the laughs die down as they silently enjoyed their close presence together.

-

“So, tell me Cyno, why don’t you want me to go?” His boyfriend asks.

“Huh?”

Cyno faces him with a bewildered look in his face. Still locking his arms around Tighnari’s waist, he wonders what made him ask that kind of question.

“I know you never really believed in those stories in the first place. I know you’re smarter than that, and I know you know it too. Can you confirm in your own feelings that maybe you’re just urging me to not perform my work?” He asked an attacking question, but relaxed in its delivery.

“What are you asking, Nari? It’s just the stories and nothing else…”

Cyno answers as he felt a bit of confusion in Tighnari’s tone of questioning.

“Are you sure, Cyno? Head of the disciplinary division of the Academy, are you sure?” As he continues to press, wanting to confirm his suspicion about him since he brought up his concerns.

…

…

…

Cyno’s reply would be the dead air between them, as he sighs and looks back at the clock he’s been staring at all along. Tighnari follows suit as he watches his gaze:

12:48

“I…don’t want you to go.” He finally admits, as his hug would only grow tight and tighter by the minute. He still hadn’t let go of him actually.

“I am that selfish. I really don’t want you to go. I’ve experienced what it’s like to be left by you, and I’ll admit that I don’t want that to happen again.” He reiterates as he closes his eyes, anticipating some of his boyfriend’s sharp comments that he might throw at him.

“I see.” Was all that Tighnari could say.

“You value your work very much, and I appreciate that. My work in the academy is something you know I value highly as well! But yours…” Cyno trails as he tries to keep his voice from trembling. He feels the wetness around his eyes.

“…We both don’t know when I’ll come back.”

Tighnari finishes Cyno’s sentence with a blank look on his face.

Admittedly, his past researches had made him unsure of the longevity of his time away from him. It took him two months for his first, six months for his second, three months for his third, and a year for his fourth! And those are only selected from many! His research is seriously taking lifetimes away from him.

He feels his shoulder shaking and moving, hearing muffled sobbing and sniffing, while he looks straight, towards nothingness.

-

As the motion on his shoulders gets weaker and weaker made him irresolute, an undecided Tighnari asks his Akasha terminal of the date:

12:52 - Sunday, December 29

He sighs as he realizes what this day means. However, he doesn’t want to tell him, it would stress him even further, and considering how stressed he is right now, it won’t help the situation.

After a little while, the sniffs continued to stop. The wet feeling he had on his shoulders stopped flowing. Slight dampness poured over Tighnari’s clothes.

“You—you claim to say that I…am just as important as your work, right?” Cyno pleads with his boyfriend as let his defenses down and allowed his heart to speak.

“So, stay with me! Don’t go, just this once…”

Cyno is at his most vulnerable now.

He pulled away from Tighnari and waited for his reply.

Just please, stay.

“Cyno…” Tighnari spoke.

“You are the love of my life, and I love you…”

As he stands up from the stool and faces Cyno, paying attention to his eyes that has swelled from crying before, and may swell again.

“But…”

“BUT WHAT?!” Cyno shouts at him instinctively.

Tighnari was stunned in silence and started acting with hesitation in every little movement he makes: From where to put his hands to how he should stand. Those feet seem to be dancing.

…

…

…

“I have to do this. I really have to do this, Cyno. You know this has been my entire life…I can’t stop now.”

As Tighnari sighs, realizing the things that he had said, how bitter it would be not just for Cyno but for him as well. Even so, he clings to that little hope that Cyno may come to understand his reasons, like back then before.

There’s no turning back.

“Then GO!” Cyno shouts back at him.

Truth be told, it hurts for him to say that. For such a stoic man to become an emotional mess from a few spoken words is something that he is still getting used to. Tighnari has done that to him, and he didn’t regret any bit of it, but he didn’t expect that he will do it again in this manner.

“Get OUT OF HERE!” He continues to shout as he gestures to the camp and research equipment that Tighnari has prepared.

He turns back as he cannot bear to look at Tighnari anymore.

Never before has been his voice be full of emotions. He had always reserved himself just so he could successfully avoid letting anyone see any possible vulnerabilities he might’ve had, except for his boyfriend. Even then, it had never grown to this magnitude.

“I’ve…I’ve given up! I can do everything yet it absolutely won’t go in my favor…”

Cyno appeared to be beaten by Tighnari’s insistence.

“I’m sorry, Cyno.”

Was all Tighnari could say as he witnessed his boyfriend’s anger.

Cyno mustered all of his emotional stability just so he could only look at Tighnari: Speechless and full of guilt. He never meant to lash out at him like that, but his patience has run out.

Especially not how many times he’d tried before.

-

Tighnari walked towards Cyno to hug him, regardless if it means anything or not. To see Cyno like this, it was appalling, and he knows full well that it’s his fault. With how long they’ve been together, he somehow hopes that this would not affect their relationship more than it has to.

Cyno sees Tighnari going towards him, expecting a hug like he’d always give, but his expression gave that careless look. Instead, he only seemed to care about the time as he looked at the clock:

12:59

Shit.

Cyno realizes what’s about to happen.

And as he thought of it, he feels his vision getting blurry; darkness enveloping his peripheral vision. A sudden rush of weakness spread throughout his body; especially his legs that are draining from energy that allowed him to move. But now, he doubts if he can even stand for any longer.

“Cyno, what’s wrong?” Tighnari asks him with a curious look, anxiety infecting his tone of voice.

It’s too late…

Cyno tries to speak but to no avail, even just as Tighnari is attempting to support him, he is losing his posture. The muddiness of his head is starting to get heavy and he starts hyperventilating as he tries to get ahold of himself. The panic is setting in.

“CYNO!”

It was the last thing he ever heard from him before pure black took over.

-

A sudden loud gasp was heard in a bedroom.

The man looked shocked as if he’s had a horrific nightmare. With widened eyes and alert senses, he attempts to recover his distraught state of mind and troubled breathing. His distress prompting him to carefully examine his area to make sure that he’s not in any danger.

After a short while, he manages to compose himself towards a state of normalcy. He’s calmed down at the moment. He finds out that he was sleeping in the cabin. His figure being more relaxed as he grasps this reality. He quickly looks to the empty space on the bed in his right.

Oh, I’m back here again.

He gets his Akasha he removed prior on the drawer without looking as if it's déjà vu, and asks it about the time and date:

8:50 - Saturday, December 28

“Cyno?”

A voice was heard followed by the creaking of a door.

“Cyno, what happened? I heard a loud noise coming from here…”

It’s him.

The man with foxlike ears stared at Cyno with a curious expression.

Cyno inhales and exhales to release any traces of edginess he had experienced waking up.

“It’s fine, Nari. It’s nothing really…” Cyno answers assuredly.

Oh, darling. We’re back here again.

-

“Well, you better get up! I’ve prepared you breakfast on the counter. Oh, and after that, help me pack my belongings, alright? I know it’s still in midnight but I have a lot of things to carry, okay love?”

Tighnari asks cheerfully.

Cyno would just keep staring back at Tighnari with an innocent look on his gaze.

“Well…?”

Tighnari asks once more.

=

Do I have to subject myself through all of this again?

Whatever I do, it’s always the same outcome.

We couldn’t even celebrate your birthday this time properly.

It seems so never-ending.

How much long should I be stuck like this?

What’s the meaning of all of it?

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“Yes, my Nari. I will help you.”

He answers back with a smile on his face.

His boyfriend would give the largest smile he has ever given him, as a 'thank you' for reflecting his upbeat confidence in helping him with his errand at later midnight.

Hey, that’s the first time since you smiled that big!

“Alright, alright! Well, what are you waiting for? Come with me at the counter and eat before the food gets cold. I’ll give you a kiss after!”

Tighnari remarks as he goes to the living room, leaving Cyno alone.

-

I never quite realized how much time I’ve been given with Tighnari this way.

Cyno closes his eyes, trying to fathom that sweet but cruel manner of having his time with him.

But is it worth it if he chooses to leave him in the end?

The pain of having to beg for him to stay.

The pain of bearing his priorities for work over me.

…

…

…

Maybe.

He sighs.

“I wish it was morning forever…”

#genshin impact #cynonari #cynari #tighnari #cyno

[jaydee1818]

Hey jd how are you?

Can you answer number 6 for me from the movies ask game and a new question. What are your top 3 horror movies of all time?

I’m good! Just working. I do a bit of creative writing for work so that’s mostly what I’ve been up to with that. Color Copy and things. They’re having me work on a tagline for the company lol. I want to write more about horror too (obviously.) Writing and I are in a weird place right now. I’m hoping it’ll pass soon 😪

6. Best experience going to the movies

Oh my best experience was actually just this past October. I finally, finally, finally got to see A Nightmare on Elm Street late night, around 11PM, in theaters. It was a dream of mine and I did cry multiple times. I don’t really know how to explain it without getting personal and existential, but I had a full emotional moment seeing that movie in theaters. There’s a lot more I could say about it, it was that meaningful for me, but yeah I’ll never forget it, not even after the day I die.

Asking top 3 is impossible. Impossible.

I couldn’t do it so you’re getting a top five. Damn near drove myself to madness trying to pick three. Besides 2-5 almost always shift depending on my mood.

1. Videodrome. Lots I could say about this, don’t get me started. Could write a thesis on this movie, an essay. Love it. I have a huge tattoo from this movie and want another. This movie is my number one.

2. A Nightmare on Elm Street. Again, don’t get me started. I could wax poetic about this movie until there were tears in my eyes. Literally.

3. Alien. Enough said.

4. Deep Red. Again, enough said. Maybe the best Giallo movie of all time. I’m a big Giallo fan, and have a favorite Giallo list in my brain, of which this is at the top.

5. The Vast of Night. This movie came out in 2019 which, given my list, might surprise. My friends, this movie is THE SHIT. This is one of the most impactful modern horror scripts I’ve ever seen. Amazing. It’s on Prime Video. Watch it late, dark, alone, and loud. And out your phone away. A local theater did an ‘in case you missed it’ series after lockdown was loosened and I saw it in theaters and cried (another excellent theater moment, which would have been the one I talked about had I not seen Elm Street.)

Also 5. Censor. Ok I’m cheating because this movie also rocked my shit and Prano Bailey-Bond is a filmmaker to keep your eyes on. From 2021, this is a fucking great movie for the sake of movies, and also a great movie for horror fans. Recommend. Highly recommend. Another great movie going experience actually.

(I could probably have 3 more ‘also 5’s so let’s leave it at that.)

#Jd shit #personal #movies #horror #ask game

[ilovemydogrambo]

Fighting Against All Odds- Chapter 2

For anyone that reads this story, I know that things tend to get confusing with there being two Toms so just a heads up, when I write this, Tom Schwartz will just be called Schwartz and I will put Sandoval for Tom Sandoval. 

In this chapter, the welcome back party for Michelle kicks off and it kicks off with a bang!

Chapter 2

It was almost 10pm and Michelle was finishing up cleaning her and Katie’s apartment. She was so excited for this party, ready to reconnect with everyone. She really had missed everyone but she was also nervous because she knew a lot had changed since she had moved away. But Katie had caught her up on most of everything so she somewhat knew what to expect. As these thoughts were racing through her mind, she heard a lot of commotion in the hallway.

“Oh boy,” Michelle said, realizing that everyone was about to come barging into the apartment.

The door then flew open and Michelle grinned as she saw all her friends come pouring into the apartment.

Suddenly, the apartment was then flooded with Katie, Schwartz, Sandoval, Ariana, Jax, Stassi, Sheana and Kristen.

“Michelle!!!” Stassi and Kristen yelled as they ran up to Michelle, this being the first time they’ve seen her. 

Michelle laughed and hugged them back, “Omg I missed you guys!!”

“We missed you too!” Kristen said letting Michelle go and looking at her. “You look great!” 

“Yeah she does!” Jax agreed with a big grin on his face and everyone looked at him and laughed.

“Wow really Jax? She’s been here for 24 hours and you’re already making comments like that?” Katie said with a smile.

“Well yeah! Come on now!” Jax replied laughing.

“Some things just never change!” Michelle said laughing.

“Girl, please tell me you got the booze,” Stassi said.

“Oh shoot. I know I forgot something,” Michelle said, playing dumb as she put her hand on her head.

Everyone just stared at her not knowing what to say.

“Geez guys, I’m just kidding! You really think that I would forget the alcohol?” Michelle said laughing.

Everyone started laughing, feeling relieved that she was just joking. 

“Well in that case, let’s start drinking!” Schwartz yelled and everyone started cheering.

Schwartz, Sandoval, Jax and Ariana went into the kitchen.

“Sis, what do you want? I’ll get you a drink while I’m getting myself one,” Katie asked her sister.

“Um, I guess I’ll start off with a glass of wine,” Michelle answered.

“Coming right up!” Katie replied and took off to the kitchen.

“Well, before I go get a drink, I’m going to get us some music going!” Sheana said excitedly as she walked over to Katie’s bluetooth speaker and turned it on.

“Ok but we need some pumping music Sheana,” Kristen said watching Scheana hook up her phone to the speaker.

“Well yeah obviously!!” Sheana said laughing.

Michelle smiled and sat down on the couch, “I missed everyone so much.”

Stassi took a seat beside her and looked at her, “We missed you too. It hasn’t been the same without you around.”

Kristen sat on the floor across from them. “So how have you been Michelle?”

“Pretty good! I definitely can’t complain! I’m just happy to be back home!” Michelle answered.

Just then, Jax and Schwartz came back with their drinks in their hands as Scheana got the music going.

“Geez that was fast!” Stassi commented about how Jax and Schwartz already had their drinks.

“Hey, we don’t mess around when booze is involved,” Schwartz said grinning.

“Or women,” Jax said with a smirk.

They all started laughing as Michelle rolled her eyes playfully.

“So Michelle, have you had any boyfriends since you’ve been gone?” Kristen asked.

“No, not really. I mean, I’ve had a couple first dates with a few guys but they never turned into anything. They never even got back the first date honestly,” Michelle said with a chuckle.

Jax smirked, “Well I mean, you can’t always get great looking men like us around just anywhere.”

“Oh my god. Could you be any more into yourself?” Michelle asked Jax while laughing.

“Actually he probably could,” Schwartz replied. 

Everyone laughed as Katie, Sandoval and Ariana came back into the room with their drinks.

“Here you go,” Katie said to Michelle as she handed her the glass of wine.

“Thanks boo. Now let’s party!” Michelle said as she took a big gulp of her wine and everyone responded by cheering.

A couple hours had now passed and everyone was still drinking and starting to let the alcohol get to their heads. They had pretty much turned the living room into a dance floor where everyone was dancing. The only time they weren’t in the living room dancing was when they were using the bathroom or if they were in the kitchen getting more drinks.

Michelle found herself in the kitchen by herself getting a glass of wine as she was feeling herself getting more buzzed by the second. Jax walked in and joined her, as he was needing a refill himself.

“Well fancy seeing you here!” Jax said smiling, as he was also starting to get to the very buzzed, nearly drunk state.

“Well of course I’m going to be here! This is where the alcohol is!” Michelle said laughing as she refilled her wine glass. “Damn we emptied that bottle fast.” Michelle held up the empty bottle and walked over and put it with the other bottles. She then started laughing.

“What’s funny?” Jax asked, pouring himself a cup of captain morgan and some coke.

“What’s funny is the fact that this party has only been going on for a couple of hours and we’ve already gone through 5 bottles of wine!” Michelle answered walking back over to her glass and standing by Jax.

Jax chuckled as he took a big gulp of his drink, “Well you know, if you girls wouldn’t be such alcoholics…”

Michelle playfully gasped and gave him a little shove, “Oh ok! What is that? Drink number 100?” 

Jax then laughed and just stared at his drink, “No! Maybe like 99 but not 100!”

Michelle just laughed in return as she went to give him a playful shove but with the amount of wine she’s had, she stumbled and fell into Jax. Jax laughed and suddenly caught her before she completely fell on her butt. 

“Damn girl!! Maybe you’ve had 100 drinks!” Jax said laughing and Michelle stood back up straight laughing. 

“Maybe! Damn, I’m a lot more unstable than I thought!” Michelle replied, still laughing. 

Jax then laughed also, “Now are we talking about your head being unstable or your feet?”

Michelle gasped and just stared at him but smiling, “Oh my god! You are such an ass!!” 

Jax laughed and just looked at her, “I know! Didn’t you miss me?!”

Michelle just laughed then her eyes noticed a bottle of Buttershots sitting on the counter. She then gasped and grabbed the bottle, “Omg I forgot I got some bottles of this!!! I love this stuff!! Jax, let’s do a shot!!” Michelle then started to grab the shot glasses.

Jax then grabbed Michelle’s hand and shoved her hand away from the shot glasses, “Uh I don’t know if that is the best idea! We are already getting wasted. Do you really wanna mix shots?”

“Oh come on Jax!!” Michelle said pouting and she gave her foot a stomp. “This is my welcome back party! You can’t deny me a shot!” Michelle just stared at him with a pleading look in her eyes.

Jax sighed and started to grin. “Ugh fine!” Jax said, giving in as he reached over and grabbed the bottle.

Michelle squealed and clapped her hands together, “Yay! See I knew you wanted a shot!!” Michelle handed him the shot glasses. “Pour it up, Mr. Taylor!”

Jax laughed and shook his head as he started to pour the two of them shots, “Wow you are so drunk right now! You are going to have a hell of a hangover!”

Michelle laughed, “But it will be so worth it!” 

Jax handed Michelle the shot and they both held the shot glasses up. “Ok to you being back home where you belong. We missed you and we’re so glad you’re back.”

Michelle grinned and they clicked their shot glasses together and they gulped down the shot, both of them taking in a big gasp of air after taking the shot. They put their shot glasses down and looked at each other laughing.

“Damn that was strong!” Michelle said, still shaking her head.

“You’re the one who wanted it!” Jax said laughing.

Michelle gave him a side eye and smirked at him, “Wow Mr. Taylor, now that sounds a little dirty don’t you think?”

Jax’s eyes widened a bit, not realizing that Michelle was going to take the comment dirty, and he smirked at her and started grinning, “Wow Miss Maloney, you have a dirty mind now don’t you?”

Michelle and Jax smirked at each other and stared at each other, suddenly letting the alcohol really sink in and there started to be sudden sexual tension between the two of them. They stared at each other, for what felt like forever, when there was suddenly a noise behind them.

“Ahem,” Came a voice behind them as someone was clearing their throat, breaking the eye contact between Jax and Michelle, and breaking up the weird moment that the two of them were sharing. 

#vanderpump rules #jax taylor #tom schwatz

[glamoureddreamer]

Hey everyone

Sorry to disappoint but there obviously was no post today, I don’t really have a reason besides it’s hard to write sometimes

Other writers will understand others may not and that’s okay, but I know it’s hard to understand but writing takes a lot of brian power no matter what it is and I just don’t have enough energy.

I’ll post tomorrow and it will be my last post to Sunday, and I believe instead of taking 2 days ays off I’ll post every other day in order to not force myself to write if you don’t like that I’m sorry. As much as I want to make everyone in the world happy it’s just not possible.

I hope you all can get the help you need and deserve, don’t take shit from anyone, you deserve better!

I love you all, please, please take care of yourself unlike me and be better, you can do better just believe in yourself, take care of yourselves and have a great and better day ��️

#i’m a little drunk #i’m sorry #there’s so many things I want to say #I’m such a mess honestly #goodnight #love yourselves and be kind to one another #love yourself #you are all human #have a great day and a wonderful night

[starry-night-rose]

🌹♥️🍄🏹 for Artemis and Ellis, please!!!

OOoOO alrighty then Aries!

Ellis’s relationships with her fellow students

🌹 - “What I feel about Riddle? Well, he’s polite and such but he’s such a stickler for the rules! Who cares if the mouse isn’t facing north while eating a gingerbread cookie at noon or something! Personally, I think rules are pretty important but when they’re rules like those? Now they’re just plain nonsense! I do feel bad for him regarding his overblot but he does seem to be doing better now!

♥️ - “Ace and I have an interesting friendship. Did we start on the wrong foot? Yes, yes we did. However, is he still one of my closest friends here at NRC? Yes he is! Ace is one of those people that I thought I would never be friends with but yet here we are! Although he’s…not the brightest bulb, he does teach me much about this new world! And math!

🍄 - “Jade? While I absolutely can’t stand his brother, Jade is....still a little weird to me. Is it alright to say I’m a bit scared of him? Same with his brother. Jade is more restrained than his brother but he’s still scary to me! Especially with that smile of his! We see Floyd smile with all those pointy teeth all the time but with Jade, whenever he smiles, it’s always so uncomfortable. Although he and Azul, along with Floyd, helped Grim and I during our stay in Scarabia, I don’t think I’ll ever be friends with him.

🏹 - “I hate to say it but Rook really does scare me at times! I’m not a person who likes being watched at all times so Rook just being always...there, feels really weird! Rook’s nicknames are always quite interesting at the very least! The nicknames that Rook gives others sound much like a language from my world…Oh well!

Artemis’s relationships with her fellow students

🌹 - “Riddle Rosehearts? Well, we’re in the same school year that’s for sure. Once I seemed to have accidentally snuck up on him and almost got my head chopped off! Metaphorically, don’t worry. I think Riddle is a good kid with a good head on his shoulders but he sure does loose said head a lot. I wish he was more lax about things.”

♥️ - “Ah, Ace Trappola! He’s the one who pissed off the Heartslabyul housewarden right? Yeah that one! He always does find himself in situations with that Spade kid, that girl from Ramshackle, and her cat thing. Always seeming him in trouble but always making out of it, he sure is interesting in that regard”

🍄 - “Jade is the only other person in the Mountain Lovers Club besides myself so obviously we spend a lot of time together. People say Jade and I are pretty similar aka we both freak people out but I couldn’t disagree more. If anyone, that whole Octanville trio intimidates me a bit but I always buckle down and stand my ground against them. Jade and I are friendly with one another, we both love being outdoors and and that’s that.

🏹 - “Ah, a fellow hunter! Rook and I are pretty similar aren’t we? We’re both hunters, pretty good with a bow and we both scare the great seven out of people. Never really understood why he does all those fancy nicknames but hey! I’m not one to judge. Leona doesn’t seem to fond of either of us so that’s interesting. Really expressive isn’t he!”

#mutuals <3 #asks! #ellis clawthorne #artemis woodman #aries 🐮 #oc asks! #using a different format for this!

[arlaina28]

The Girlfriend Experience- The First Meeting- J-Hope Version

Fandom- BTS

Relationship- J-Hope/reader

Rated- General

“Hi.” I smile and introduce myself.

“I’m J-Hope or you can call me Hobi. Come in and I’ll introduce you to the others.” He grins, giving me a hug before taking my case for me.

“Thank you.” I reply softly, unable to stop smiling.

It’s strange it’s like his happiness is addictive and I can’t imagine ever being sad in his presence.

We walk into the main room where the other six are now standing. He introduces me to them all one by one, luckily using their nicknames or I would never remember them all. They all smile at me and greet me in friendly ways.

“I’ll show you to your room.” J-Hope says, pointing to the stairs.

I follow him, looking around in interest as I do. Someone obviously likes things neat. As we walk I realise it must be Hobi that likes things clean as every time he comes across something left on the floor he sighs and shakes his head in exasperation. I can’t help giggling slightly and he looks at me with a big grin.

“It’s like living with children.” He laughs, rolling his eyes.

I chuckle and he shows me into a plain room with a bed and wardrobe. He places my case carefully on the bed.

“It’s not much but we can get you any other furniture you want and you can decorate it anyway you want.” He says happily.

“Thank you.” I smile at him.

“Would you like breakfast?” He asks me.

“I had breakfast, thank you.” I reply, moving to start unpacking.

“Okay. Well, you can come to the dance studio with me for the morning or stay and get settled in?”

“I’d love to watch you work.” I grin in excitement. “I love dance.”

“Great!” He says excitedly and leads me to the dance studio on the ground floor.

I sit at one end of the studio as he starts playing music. He starts with some warm up stretches and then begins to practice. My eyes are locked on his body, the way it moves and bends with the music. He’s amazing! I’m mesmerised by his movements and how much he truly concentrates. He takes a break after a couple of hours, sitting next to me to drink some water.

“You are brilliant.” I tell him with a big grin.

“Thank you.” He smiles, looking down shyly.

He wipes his face and neck with a towel and I can’t help but notice how his sweaty top sticks to his body, showing every muscle. I drink some water too and notice that he’s watching me.

“Do you dance?” He asks softly, tilting his head slightly.

“A little. Nothing like you though and I’m not very good.” I admit with a blush.

“Come on, I’ll show you some steps.” He grins, getting up and offering me his hands.

I hesitate but take his hands, allowing him to pull me up. He guides me to the mirrors and gently prods me into a pose.

“Follow me. I’ll go slow.” He smiles, standing beside me.

I try to follow his steps but even though I know he’s trying to make it easy for me, I still trip over my own feet.

“Ugh, I’m terrible.” I groan, covering my blushing face with my hands.

“No, you’re not.” He laughs. “Let me guide you.”

He puts his hands on my hips, burning the skin there with his touch, and moves my hips the way he moves his. He slowly moves me through the steps, body plastered to mine. I’m overly aware of the feel of his body against mine and I’m soon breathless and not from the dancing.

“Relax.” He whispers in my ear and I nod.

“Hey, Hobi, lunch is ready!” Jimin calls as he walks into the studio.

I freeze in place as Jimin’s eyes land on us and he suddenly smirks.

“If you’re not too busy.” Jimin chuckles suggestively before dashing out of the studio.

“Um, you should go, I guess.” I say quietly, blushing again.

“You need lunch too. Come on.” Hobi smiles, not seeming to care about Jimin catching us.

I blink at him in surprise but nod, letting him lead me to the dining room. He offers me a seat and serves me some food before sitting down and taking food for himself. I notice that the younger three are looking at Hobi and I before laughing together and my cheeks blaze in embarrassment at what Jimin is telling them.

I eat my food quietly, watching how they all interact together. They really are like a family. I notice Hobi send a glare at the younger three and they stop their giggling and concentrate on their food. I’m grateful to Hobi and eat my meal a little easier.

After we’ve eaten, Hobi drags the three younger members to the studio and works them through the dance steps. I sit and watch marvelling at how he teaches them in a firm but patient way. He takes time to listen to the others about steps they think of and they all work hard to incorporate the steps into the dances. They are all amazing. There’s some fooling around but they all still work really hard to learn the steps. They work for hours, trying again and again and only stopping occasionally to takes drinks of water.

Eventually they get called for dinner and I follow them back to the dining room. We eat with the members all laughing and joking. They ask me about myself and genuinely seem interested in getting to know me. After dinner, Hobi goes for a shower and I sit with the older members to watch a movie. Hobi joins us, smelling fresh and clean from his shower, and sits right beside me. He places his arm around my shoulders as we watch the movie. Afterwards, Hobi walks me to my room for the night.

“Goodnight.” He smiles, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“Goodnight, Hobi.” I smile back at him, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

He walks away and I head into my room, getting changed and into bed, unable to stop thinking of his as I fall asleep.

#BTS #jhope #jhope bts #sfw