#kk writes

[kkpwnall]

wanted: pool boy at the vampire mansion

for my darlingest louseph @cheatghost who a few days ago sent me the words "pool boy steve at eddie's vampire mansion" at 6 in the morning and immediately got my brain whirring. like 0 to 60, dead asleep to wide awake and writing. so here's less than 1k words of pure ridiculous fun.

[also on ao3]

It’s not a bad gig, really. Even if it stipulates in his contract that he has to be shirtless while he’s on the property. But Steve also signed the contract in his blood so he’s not sure how legal it is. 

Plus the pay is insane. He quit his other jobs, and he’s basically got free reign of the pool all day. So he takes his time with the skimmer fishing out all the leaves and dead bugs, swims laps for a while. Spends the rest of the day in a lounger before adjusting the chemicals so it’s perfect by morning.

What do vampires need with a pool anyway?

The four guys stay in the house whenever Steve comes by, but they're friendly enough and wave at him through the dark tinted windows. 

One guy ogles him the whole time he works. Not that he really minds. So what if Steve gets to work early, just to put on sunscreen? Who’s gonna know if he puts some extra flex in his muscles while he works? And who cares if they’ve got the cleanest pool in all of Indiana? It’s not hurting anyone. 

But Steve's drawn to him the same way he was drawn to the ad in the first place, with his long dark curly hair and unending collection of black band shirts. His crooked smile and dimples and shining brown eyes.

It's just... they've never once spoken. And Steve is dying to get to know this guy who makes the goofiest faces at him. Who was pissed when Steve laughed the first time he did, hands up like devil horns, tongue lolling and eyes crossed. Until Steve made his own face back. 

This guy, who plays elaborate charades with Steve through the glass, trying and failing to do the classic walking-down-stairs bit. Who went boneless when one of the guys in his band (? coven? pod? Ask Dustin what a group of vampires is called.) dragged him away while Steve mimed crying, waving an imaginary hanky at him. This guy, who clutched his heart and fell over when Steve lowered his shades and winked at him one day.

And it's because of those shades that Steve has to drive all the way back to the mansion late one night to retrieve them from his usual chair.

When he gets there, someone’s floating in the pool. Someone, with long curly hair spilling all around their head. Someone, wearing all their clothes, and Steve can't tell from the weak pool light if they're face up or face down, but they sure as hell aren't moving. 

His lifeguard training takes over between one step and the next, as he bolts for the pool, launching into the water, and throwing himself forward with broad strokes. 

Except when Steve gets to him, the guy isn't drowning, he’s sputtering and swearing and pushing away from him in the water. “What are you doing here?!”

“You're not drowning...” Steve says blankly, trying to catch his breath as he treads water. 

“No! And thank you for the rescue, Lancelot, but you need to get out of here.” His long hair streams over his face as he spins while Steve paddles around him to make sure he’s really alright. 

“Lancelot?” he asks, just to keep the guy talking, to hear more from his honeyed voice. Better than anything he could’ve ever imagined. 

“A knight in shining armor,” the guy mumbles, trying to hide his face. “A hero rescuing fair damsels and slaying vile beasts.” 

Steve chuckles, but doesn’t miss the venom in his last words. He catches him by the upper arm to stop his spinning. “No, I know who Lancelot is, it’s just–”

It’s just he’s even prettier close up. It’s just his skin is freezing cold in the sun-warmed pool water. It’s just he’s looking at Steve, caught somewhere between a grimace and a grin, and his teeth are so so sharp. 

“I’m Steve,” he says, moving closer. Entirely entranced by the pool light, the moonlight, the starlight, glimmering in his eyes. Steve’s hand has a mind of its own, rising out of the water to cup the guy’s cheek with a wet palm, “And you’re…” 

Gently traces his lower lip, runs his thumb over the sharp canine, careful not to touch the pointed tip. 

“You’re beautiful,” Steve breathes. 

The guy surges forward, reeling Steve in with a hand on the back of his neck, and kisses him fiercely. Steve kisses him back just as fervently, wraps his arms around his waist and kicks out with his legs to keep them afloat, as his tongue slides past the guy’s teeth to swirl and dance with his. 

It's messy and uncoordinated and they sink and bob in the water as they move against each other. The guy's fingers tangle in the shaggy hair at the base of his neck, twisting and snagging. Steve groans and stretches a broad palm up between the guy's shoulder blades, pressing further into him, drinking all of him in.

“It’s Eddie,” he says, pulling back and panting when they finally part. “I’m Eddie.”

Steve grins at Eddie and kisses him again, pushing them through the water towards the edge at the shallow end of the pool. He can think of better uses for his legs right now.

#they're just some guys your honor #steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #steveddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things steve #stranger things eddie #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #pool boy at the vampire mansion #pool boy steve #vampire eddie #corroded coffin #kk writes #writing #ao3 is back!!!

[caramel----comforter]

An excerpt from The Climb: Alternate Ending

"..........Wintergreen walks in uninvited one day. Takes one look at the reading glasses on his face. And Teenage Cognitive Development in his hand. And the sleeping teen in his lap.

And then laughs himself into an asthmatic attack.

Slade digs out his inhaler and throws it him. Gesturing him to fuck off before he wakes the kid up...... "

#arkhamverse #domestic fluff #jason todd fluff #Slade Wilson #Arkham Knight #jason todd fanfiction #Enemy to caretaker #Kk writes

[tgcg]

you've probs been told this alot but you're amazing at writing these characters!! theyre so accurate to how they actually are in homestuck its crazy did you find out andrew hussie's secret Are u andrew hussie irl?? also youre just like a super chill sweet dude you seem like the friend ever i hope you have a good day!! and i guess for a prompt could you perhaps draw out nepeta interacting with dave in some way? id like to see how you think they would!! you dont have to though

cant refuse that request... these two are a goldmine. thaks so much also that is insanely high praise i hope u realise... seriously thanks take care yourself

#dave strider #nepeta leijon #homestuck #karkat vantas #equius zahhak #i do get told that i write them well sumtimez but it never loses its punch #its kinda baffling #the thing is i only ‘know’ how 2 write dave and kk

[unitedstates0fdakota]

What the fuck do you mean you can ask Kim if u can work on his car with him and depending on how much u geeked out about the car beforehand he has varying levels of enthusiasm about the idea

That last one tho like bro is in love. U charmed him so much with ur car knowledge that he’s actually entertaining the idea of letting u near his car. That’s next level dude

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #kimharry #harrykim #whatever the ship name is #I know Kim was writing in his diary that night #a little “KK + HDB” with some hearts and shit #sorry it’s just funny to imagine that 43 year old man with a diary

[figthefruitfaeth]

#text post #my work #couldnt find one of those writing motivation posts so i made one #if you see it randomly once a week thats me sneak attacking myself #(and kk)

[mewhenimanangel]

reporting live, paige bueckers

— synopsis. you meet paige when you’re assigned to report on the uconn v. iowa game.

notes ౨ৎ: i’ve never wrote for a real person before it feels so strange…but there’s like no fics on here i had to take matters into my own hands.

also yes im rewriting history to make uconn win!

you checked yourself out in the mirror, fixing your outfit - low rise black work pants with a white button down that showed a small sliver of your stomach with black sling back heels.

you tossed your hair around to fix it making sure it was in perfect shape. after all, your job was pretty dependent on looks.

you worked as a reporter for the city's top news agency and tonight you would be attending the uconn versus iowa women's basketball game.

you were also pretty active on social media and managed to make some money that way, you were more than grateful for your lifestyle.

you called your friend, devon , to make sure she was on her way to get you knowing you absolutely could not be late tonight.

she answered the phone and you sighed a breath of relief when it sounded like she was in fact on her way.

"hey girll, are you excited for tonight? pretty big story" she said, bustling city noise behind her.

"yeah i'm excited to interview uconn after they beat iowa's ass" you smirked when you heard her gasp on the other side. "they so will not! my girlfriend caitlin's gonna pull through"

"nah, paige buckets got that easily" you scoffed as you packed your bag, ready to head downstairs out of your apartment.

your bosses had assigned you to tonight's game and hooked you up with two court-side tickets for you and a guest, along with the camera crew.

you of course had to invite your best friend to go with you.

you stepped outside the building and watched as her car pulled up outside.

"ugh i can't believe i get to see caitlin clark up close" devon squealed as you got yourself situated in the car. "ugh be calm, you literally have a boyfriend." you joked. "okay and?" she laughed as she drove off.

once you were at the stadium, you and devon met at with your crew as you found your seats inside.

the game wasn't due to start for another fourty or so minutes but it was already packed inside.

you were glad women's basketball was finally getting the recognition it deserved after you and your mom had been fans of it almost your whole life. you even played a little bit in high school.

you and devon got snacks before sitting down and getting yourselves comfortable.

it didn't feel long until the players came out and the game was started. aliyah and hailey jump started the game before kk threw the ball back at paige.

the game was a close one and you made sure to follow it closely. throughout the game you did side interviews with other players and people attending the game, which was all just leading up to the end of game interviews.

it was the final quarter and you made sure to pay close attention.

it all came down to the last few seconds when paige threw the ball off caitlin's back to catch it again and land the ball in the net, giving uconn the winning score!

you and your crew sat up as you turned your reporter accent on "there you have it folks, uconn has won this round and will advance to the final game against south carolina. what an amazing job tonight by these wonderful ladies on both teams. win or lose, it was a great watch and i'm cheering for everyone's next move."

once you were sure the cameras were off you turned around to devon and threw your hands in the air.

"bitch i told you! i tolddd you paige had this game" you squealed. "ughhh you're so annoying why are you always right" she groaned.

a few minutes later you popped some mouthwash melts and fixed your makeup before you were to interview paige.

your hands were sweating like crazy. you never wanted to come off as an insane fan girl but you were obsessed with paige.

your cameraman followed you as you walked over to paige and she turned around. "hi" she smiled and shook your hand. "hi, are you ready?" you asked her. "yeah" she smiled. you gave your cameraman a thumbs up as he turned the camera on.

you turned to paige, who was already staring at you and you took a deep breath. you're usually never nervous to interview people but god the way she was looking at you.

her eyes were trained on yours and she had a little smirk on her face, her face was glistening from the tiring game she just played and she licked her lips waiting for you to ask your first question.

you cleared your throat "i'm here with paige bueckers, who just made the winning move in the highly anticipated iowa versus uconn game! tell me paige, how did it feel to take the winning shot?" you turned the microphone to her.

she rubbed her chin "ah it was really nerve racking to be honest i mean. i could feel my team counting on me and i knew i really had to pull through and get us out on top" she answered, eyes focusing back on you.

"yeah but that was a tough shot wasn't it?" you watched her eyes drop down to scan you before meeting yours again. "yeah but i knew i could make it in for sure"

"right, bueckers get buckets i don't know what to tell y'all" you joked to the camera. paige laughed.

"yeah for sure but i really owe it all to my team" she continued before kk came up behind her. "yupppppp WE GOING TO THE TITLE GAME" she threw her arms around you and paige and the threw of you jumped in excitement before running to find her other teammates.

you laughed it off before continuing for the camera "well there you have it, paige it was lovely to talk to you. congratulations on the winning game! make sure those of you at home tune in to the final game taking place in just a few days." you signed off the camera before your crew stopped filming.

you turned to paige and dropped the reporter voice. "it was nice to meet you by the way" you smiled. "i could say the same" her eyes never left yours and you bit your cheek to hide a smile.

"well i should let you go celebrate, congratulations, have a good night!" you said, beginning to walk away.

"bye it was nice to meet you" she said before you fully walked away.

you walked over to devon who was waiting on the side. "i know damn well your heart is racing"

"shut up" you smirked.

#nia writes ࿐ #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #paige buckets #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #nika muhl #kk arnold #bueckers get buckets

[travalerray]

The funny thing about my Shen Jiu transmigrates into Shen Yuan's body at the same time Shen Yuan transmigrates into Shen Jiu is that it takes place in the same universe wherein PIDW got rewritten into the SVSSS we see (just from LBH POV with the necessary plot holes of the side villains filled in) which means that SJ had to go through the agonizing ordeal of learning about what YQY did through web novel format. And I think that's going to fuck him over for days

#haha you were never left behind. But now you can't return to patch anything up either. Haha #(yeah I will probably never get around to writing it due to how lazy I am but..... I think about this sometimes. Hm) #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #qijiu #fucked up backstory reveals via fiction! We have all seen it #svsss #scum villian self saving system #scum villain's self saving system #ren zha fanpai zijiu xitong #kk's rambles tag

[iooiu]

mature... sure thing bud

#me writing: hmmm future mikey would be the cool uncle #future mikey in the fic: i want to kill someone so bad my skin itches #its called character developement! #anyway peepaw mikey has no chill zero (0) chill #he wants to throw hands every second bless him #old man (threat) #too lucky to count #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rottmnt #save rottmnt #leo #leonardo #mikey #michelangelo #future michelangelo #ok good night forever folks #kk im done

[57sfinest]

kim is such a funny little guy like he emphasizes how little the rcm salary is when you ask about it (5500 reál annually- 460/mo) but here he is with his nice electronic sports watch and his little instant camera and his fancy revolutionary cosplay for plainclothes and he's living in the GRIH which can't be cheap and he's got his fancy little mnemotechnique notebooks which are like the moleskine of elysium i guess and his fancy little ballpoints that he does NOT want to share with you which i bet is because they cost him like a week of salary. and this is the rcm he's not getting stipends for supplies or watches or housing or probably even the gas for the kineema. poor as fuck but he is going to buy himself his little treats god damn it. if he lived in our world you know he'd be out getting himself a $9 vanilla soy milk half caf dirty chai iced latte every morning on the way to the station and eating instant noodles every night to claw out room in the budget for it

#'kim is a black coffee kind of guy' false he drinks black coffee at work solely for appearance #given the choice he's like the typical iced latte extra caramel sauce 27 pumps of vanilla and whipped cream type of girlie #he won't admit it though. so he drinks it black at work. with one (1) sugar if he's feeling zesty #kim buying himself extremely nice and overpriced notebooks every couple weeks justifying it with 'it's for work' #he will justify any purchase to himself with 'it's for work' wherever possible #which results in insane feats of mental gymnastics. and yes that would include the $9 soy chai lattes #harry is broke bevause he spends r400 a month on booze. #kims budget is r110 kineema gas and mods r150 stationery r150 rent r20 pen ink refills r20 tailoring supplies and r10 food & misc #creature of pride indeed. love you kim #kiwipost #kk meta #kim kitsuragi #harry makes fun of the expensive pens until he writes with one then hes like no yeah this is a nice pen. im sorry for ever doubting you #actually even better if harry thinks its shitty. he'd prefer the cheap dollar store bulk pack 50c plastic ones #kim gets really defensive of his pens too. unreasonably defensive. personal insults may or may not be slung at this point #kim is sooo funny yes sir you are so so normal average sane mundane usual orthodox plain unremarkable spoilsport etc. whatever you say babe

[ladsofsorrow24]

honestly meryl stryfe is a good short woman representation in media

nightow never actually infantilize her in the story, even when she was kidnapped, put in a dangerous situation, even came out traumatized by what happened

as the reader, i can still feel her strength in overcoming these trials and challenges

like yeah she's a small woman but damn she got guts and confidence

which can be very inspiring, i think for any girls or young women reading this manga

(its even funnier because this is coming from a manga made around late 90s to early 00s, and somehow its even more progressive in its depiction of adult women than a lot of current works published recently)

#anyway idk i just think nightow is pretty good at writing female characters? #in a sense that he still let them be feminine but also give just as much personality and character to them #as other male characters #the best example i think is kekkai sensen #especially KK damn i love her #one of my favorite characters in the story #meryl stryfe #trigun

[kkolg]

Look who made their boyfriend a fursonaaaaaaaa

meeeeeeeeee

#holy shit I thought I was cringe before #HOW DOES GETTING A BOYFRIEND MAKE IT WORSE🧎‍♀️ #you guys will be hearing a lot about him I apologize (lie)🚶‍♀️ #Oh the fursonas name is Nathaniel :) #I know you’ll see this gefgrefrerewfew hiiiiiii <3 #I should be writing an essay right now #And you know doing other more productive things #But this is more important <3 #uhm anyways #idk how I’m gonna tag this uhhhhhh #boyfriend babble #Good enough 😌 #uh anyways x2 #regular tag time😊 #k’s rants #kk’s art #art #furry #sfw furry #fursona #digital artist #digital #digital drawing #digital painting #digital art

[kkpwnall]

just a little rain

((edit: now on ao3))

“Alright you little gremlins, pick up is 3:30 sharp. If you’re late, you’re walking home in the rain.” Steve holds his umbrella over the kids’ heads as they pile out of the beamer and under the awning at the entrance to the school.

“Wheeler! Don’t forget your lunch!” He holds the paper bag out, and Mike trudges back, grumbling a ‘thank you’ under his breath that sounds more like ‘fuck you’.

One hand on his hip, he watches until they’re all safe inside, pushing and shoving and cackling way too much for first thing on a Thursday morning. 

He turns back to the beamer, looking to kill time until the store opens at ten. Across the parking lot, Steve spies Eddie still in his van, struggling with his leather jacket like he’s trying to hold it over his head and open the car door at the same time. Steve jogs over with his umbrella held high and taps on the window. Eddie jumps about a mile in the air, but relaxes when he sees Steve grinning at him.

“Can I walk you to class?” Steve teases when he opens the door.

“Ooo only if you’ll carry my books, Stevie,” Eddie snarks back. But Steve just takes the book bag from his hand and slings it over his shoulder. Eddie stares at him, a pretty pink flush brightening his cheeks.

“Can’t let the rain flatten these gorgeous curls.” He wraps one around his finger and tilts his head so he’s smiling at Eddie through his lashes, holding the umbrella over both of them.

Eddie’s frozen, just for a moment, his eyes wide. Then he frees himself from the tangle of his jacket to lean into Steve’s space with a wicked grin. “Better watch out, the girlies are gonna get jealous if they see Steve Harrington trying to make me blush.”

“Good,” Steve leans closer, his voice low and deep in his throat as he gives Eddie his most charming troublemaker smile.

Under the guise of needing to stand close to keep them both covered by the umbrella, Steve puts a hand on the small of Eddie’s back as they walk towards the school. But instead of heading directly for the shelter of the awning, he gently steers them to one of the cramped little alleyways back between buildings. Once they’re out of sight and under cover, he tilts the umbrella to hide them just a little more, and kisses Eddie against the bricks.

He’s unhurried, thorough, as if they have all the time in the world. He’s always wanted to kiss and be kissed in the rain, there’s something so quintessentially romantic about it, hidden away from all the elements of the outside world in their own little bubble. With Eddie. Eddie, who he never wants to stop kissing, who he wants to kiss in every timeless and cliched and sensual way known to man. And then invent a few of their own.

It’s a tricky bit of maneuvering, trying to keep the umbrella up and the rain off and get his hands on as much of Eddie as he can reach. But Eddie’s anything but passive. He pulls Steve in by his ‘stupid polo’, one hand sliding up to the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting his head just so. His other hand tugs at the zipper of Steve’s windbreaker, slipping inside to pull him closer by his waist. A gentle swipe of Steve’s tongue is all it takes for Eddie to whimper into his mouth, a small nothing of a sound that Steve devours.

Now that Steve’s had a taste of early morning Munson, he doesn’t want to stop. The heady mixture of a fresh spritz of old spice filling his nose, the taste of cigarettes and coffee and strawberry pop tarts on his tongue. Steve settles his free hand in the small of Eddie’s back, spread flat against the warm, soft skin under his shirt.

A group of girls rushes past the alley they’re hidden in, talking loudly and giggling. Eddie freezes as they walk past, and Steve takes the opportunity to kiss along his jaw, down his neck. The girls are gone as soon as they appeared, eager to get out of the rain, but Steve doesn’t stop his thorough exploration of every part of Eddie’s neck that makes his breath hitch where Steve’s lips touch. Eddie’s hands grip hard at his shoulders, fingers flexing like he can’t decide whether to pull him closer or push him away.

“Don’t you - ah - have better things to do than - hmm - robbing the cradle?”

Steve laughs into his neck. “You’re older than me, asshole. And the store doesn’t open for another 3 hours, I’ve got nothing but time.”

Eddie’s fingers tangle in Steve’s hair, holding his head to Eddie’s neck as Steve grazes his teeth along the strong, trembling tendon.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re dating a high schooler, sweetheart,” Eddie pants.

“Mmm,” Steve hums, sucking gently at Eddie’s pulse point. He pulls back just enough to look at Eddie’s flushed face, his eyes a little dazed. “You’re right, we should fix that. What do you say, my place, six o’clock? We can…” his eyes travel back down to Eddie’s swollen lips, “study.”

Eddie laughs against Steve’s lips as he swoops in for another kiss. Bright and carefree and safe under the privacy of the downpour and the umbrella. Steve deepens the kiss, pulling out all the stops to make Eddie swoon. Little nips and licks and sucks on his lips, gently laving and massaging and soothing with his tongue. Pushing Eddie against the wall with his hips. Rocking slowly against him.

The warning bell rings and Steve finally steps away, grinning. “Don’t want to be late for class, Eds.”

“God you’re the worst,” Eddie says breathlessly, but he pulls Steve toward him again by his jacket.

One of Eddie’s hands falls to his belt, pulling him closer. Steve slips his free hand into Eddie’s back pocket as Eddie bites at his lower lip. He captures Steve’s gasp in his open mouth, swiping his tongue against Steve’s with a gentle firm pressure.

It’s over all too soon when Steve nearly overbalances and stumbles from the sudden lightness on his shoulder. Eddie grins at him, shouldering his heavy book bag, and looking far too pleased with himself.

Steve pulls him in for one last kiss, still holding the umbrella to shield them from the rain and prying eyes. It’s a soft, almost chaste kiss. ‘Good morning’ and ‘I missed you’ and ‘I love you’ in the tender press of his lips. He cups Eddie’s cheek with his free hand, relishing the way Eddie relaxes against him, tilting his cheek into Steve’s palm with a sigh.

“Have a good day at class, love,” Steve says with a wink.

Eddie reaches out to straighten Steve’s windbreaker, zipping it back up and pressing both hands to his chest. He ducks his chin and looks up at Steve. His wide, innocent eyes immediately betrayed by the mischief in his sly grin. “Pick me up at six?”

*title from ‘the rain song’ by led zeppelin

#steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things steve #stranger things eddie #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things season 4 #writing #kk writes #that spell of finish your wip went awry and instead conjured 1100 words of flirting and making out #look they weren’t kissing fast enough in my other wips i had to do something #can you tell it’s been raining all day where i live? #i wrote this AND applied for jobs today so yknow #please clap #is this a bad time to be posting this #probably #idgaf it needs to be set free

[kkmcshouty]

What was supposed to be a quick comic turned into a several week long distraction. After listening to the fan song "Writing on the Wall," I started thinking and realized Alhaitham's probably one of the more major pieces keeping Kaveh from overworking and I got a scene in my head that I couldnt shake, so I made a vertical comic as practice for my upcoming webtoon Hero/Villain (which has a preview up on Webtoon Canvas if you're interested).

I also highly recommend checking out the original song (linked in a reblog cause we know how tumblr is with links). It's one of those fan songs that isn't just a fan son, it's a song about artists and struggles that come with the territory and it's an absolute gem.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed my attempt at making a vertical comic look good on modern tumblr, figuring out image sizes was a pain.

(Oh also if you want to see it in video format, check out my instagram reel! I even added a snippet of the song to it)

#Genshin Impact #AlHaitham #Kaveh #genshin fanart #genshin characters #Mihoyo #genshin art #alhaitham art #kaveh art #Comic #WebComic #writing on the wall #alhaitham fanart #kaveh fanart #fanart #artists on tumblr #kk's art

[snowangeldotmp3]

city of stars, are you shining just for me?

SURPRISE !! this is a gift for the most wonderful, intelligent, incomparable @kkpwnall !! i am so beyond blessed to call you my friend! <3 you are so smart and so talented and you are such a joy to chat with!! i love u and i hope you enjoy this fic!!

Eddie doesn’t say it often enough, but he really fucking hates California.

Don’t get him wrong, he knows he should be grateful for all of this—and he is, he really, really is so grateful to be out of Hawkins and to have a career in music. This is something people dream about, it’s what he dreamed about once upon time, just a few years ago. And now he’s here. Out of Hawkins and living his dream in Hollywood.

City of fucking stars.

And he hates it. Loathes Los Angeles and everything it stands for.

or; the one where eddie and steve are both famous, and they're both trying to find something real along the way.

#I LOVE YOU KK I HOPE U ENJOY THIS!!! #IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG </3 #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie #my writing #my fics

[kyouka-supremacy]

One very common trope in fics I really can't seem to vibe with is Atsushi and Akutagawa becoming full time partners / regularly carrying through missions together. I mean, having very very different work ethics that are wholly irreconcilable except for when absolutely extraordinary circumstances occur is one of the greatest charms of the ship for me! Atsushi and Akutagawa being so different in how they work and how they get the job done is a great appeal of their dynamic; most importantly, it makes the few situations when out of necessity they're pushed to join forces feel all the more special and impactful. I want Atsushi to collaborate with Akutagawa, to wear Rashomon, being an extraordinary and meaningful event and not just another Thursday‚ you know what I mean? I want Atsushi to go home and slide his back against the door, heart going doki doki as he thinks back at it.

Besides, in the end it's just so hard to believe they'd have this many joined missions– the pm is a criminal organization, the ada is a law enforcement organization, how many shared goals can they have? There's only this much “new ability user organization that just landed in Yokohama and that poses a threat for both organizations”. And I feel like something people happen to mistake a lot is that truce isn't equivalent to regular collaboration. Like, not even close. Now that I think about it, I suppose there's also a component to it in the fact that it bugs me to think of Akutagawa working in collaboration with the ada- that is, working under Dazai again, as the picture is most commonly depicted. That man needs to be free, c'mon, let him be. Give him a break. Same goes for Atsushi, like, there's a point about him of being repulsed by Akutagawa just because he's mafia and he kills people. I don't think he'd be that willing to collaborate with the pm (as much as he loves Akutagawa. and he does), and honestly I don't think the ada would ask it of him that often, either, unless the world is literally about to end like what happens in the manga. If the ada really had to mingle with the pm, they'd probably ask Dazai, for a lot of reasons spanning from him knowing the pm intimately to him being their most cunning - and thus hard to deceive - agent.

#I'm sorry but like. y'all just miss old s/kk 😔 #But sskk aren't them and that's great!!! #Again‚ just a pet peeve of mine I felt like writing down. But write whatever makes you happy seriously adcbbhknbhdvhfj #Idk I like the concept of sskk coming home to each other‚ but of them working together? Not so much. #I'll leave that to chuu/aku and Beast sskk #atsushi nakajima #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mine #q. #06/12/22

[crazyf0rswayze]

Can u do Johnny x fem!reader cuddling hcs please?? (You don't have to, I'm not forcing it on you) ty xx

Yes boo. I'm so so sorry it's very short

-he's such a fucking cuddle bug btw

-he really likes to rest his head on your chest with his arms wrapped around your waist

-also likes it when he's on his back

-and your on your side

-youre arms and legs wrapped around him

-with your head on his chest

-also likes when he's on his back, your on your side

-and you just had a leg on top of him

-likes to run his hand on your thigh up and down when it's on him

-hums when your head is on his chest

-hands are constantly in your hair

-also, when his head is on your chest he LLOOVVEESS when you play with his hair

-so he makes sure to watch the grease out before you guys cuddle

-forehead kisses >

-pecks your lips too

-loves it when you fall asleep on him

-but when it first happened he got scared bc he didn't wanna wake you up

-he also likes holding your hand when you cuddle

-loves it when you look up at him with your beautiful eyes

-likes it when you wear his clothes to bed

-you look so cute asleep in his shirt and boxers

-(in his opinion)

-likes to have conversations with you as you cuddle

-likes to talk about random shit but if something happened with his parents he likes to vent

-"baby can I vent?" "of course you can!"

-he loves how good of a listener you are

-especially when you guys are gonna sleep, he likes to have some soft music going

-if you guys are in the lot, he likes to cuddle with you and smoke a little

Um....that's it bc I can't think of anything else 😭😭 sorry

#johnny cade x reader #johnny cade hc's #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade x fem!reader #johnny cade x gn!reader #kks writings #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders 1983 #greaser