#nerdy-and-neurotic

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Hi! So I've seen a lot of your gwikki stuff (I totally get the pain of having to use the same three screenshots over and over and over because your ship has almost no actual interaction lol) and am curious how you think they're similar to Jyde? I only watch That '90s Show once and haven't seen That '70s Show in years so I'm sure I've forgotten a whole bunch of stuff. I do see how Gwen and Hyde are a lot alike! I'm less confident about saying Nikki and Jackie are a lot alike but I'm sure there are some similarities? And as for the ships--I mean, I always smile at your 'my verse is canon' tag because we'd all like to think that, but in the real verse gwikki basically are barely even friends and only bond when they're both high, which is kind of ugh to me. I can't see them together at all, let alone having the kind of significant relationship that Jyde did, but maybe I'll feel differently if the show gets a seaosn 2 and they interact more? Long story short, i saw gwikki as just two people who are kind of from the same friend group but don't even like each other unless they're stoned, but I know that initially jyde weren't close and almost no one liked Jackie either, so maybe that's the similarity you see? And maybe eventually gwikki would build up the same kind of bond and trust? I would love to hear your thoughts on what Jackie/Nikki and the two ships have in common if you want to share and apologize for rambling!

First of all, thank you for being respectful! I’ve gotten a lot of hate in my inbox (anon tho) when it comes to shipping them so thank you for being respectful. Glad the “#my verse is canon” tag makes you smile.

For Gwikki, since canonically there aren’t a bunch of interactions, there’s not much material but I do see potential. And about the high thing, that wasn’t the only time they bonded. I think they both were already sober by the time they were dressing up and having fun. Plus with Gwen’s reaction about the scrunchie in canon, idk it just gave me secret hookup vibes.

Now onto the gwikki/zenmasters parallels, obviously character wise there are parallels. But also Gwen/Hyde didn’t really seem to like jelso/nikkixnate (“how much longer are we gonna have to deal with the whole Jackie experience?”, etc./ “shouldn’t you be controlling my brother’s life with your body.” “If you two go, you’ll just find some dark corner to hump around each other.”). And also Hyde/Jackie and Gwen/Nikki didn’t seem to be super close in the beginning and have even stated they have nothing in common (i.e. “talking is people who have something in common.” and “we have nothing in common.”)

Plus both, Nikki/Jackie are in unhealthy relationships with guys who don’t treat them right. I’m gonna be honest, Nate to me is more of a Kelso than Jay and Betsy combined (she exists in my verse). And Gwen/Nate are siblings, and Hyde/Kelso had a close bond in canon. So I get the vibe that Nate would react to Gwikki in a similar manner to Kelso reacted to Zenmasters. But then with Hyde and hopefully Gwen, they ended up/will end up learning how to be in a relationship with a good mix of love and respect.

#answered #nerdy-and-neurotic #my meta #t7s meta #t9s meta #otp: anything for you doll #otp: should we be funyuns? funyuns! #jhgn #this is just my opinion btw

[bombusbombus]

Trying to find superbat fic where they're both just huge fuckin nerds. Why are there so few of those.

#I am scraping the bottom of the boostle barrel and mischaracterisations are starting to chafe #so I was like. superbat has lots of fic #but it has lots of boring fic where theyre sexy in normal ways #instead of being neurotic nerdy idiots #the 'autistic clark kent' tag is a desert #I just want that niche unhinged flavour of interaction #maybe that's why I write more superbat than boostle. cause there's an absolute desert when it comes to the characterisation I like #superbat

[liquidstar]

I was thinking it would be cool if there was an ocd character bracket poll (if there is lmk?) But also I don't think there are enough characters in popular media that are actually good ocd representation 💀 so it would almost certainly have to extend to headcanon...

#because putting more niche characters in there would mean not a lot of ppl would care about the poll #plus the point of the poll is to figure out who the most iconic is right? so yeah #but like. when people think of ocd characters they think of shit like sheldon cooper #and if i made a poll like that i wouldn't want to put misrepresentations or stereotypes in... like that's not real ocd swag :/ #I mean obviously I'd still allow a bit of wiggle room for minor hiccups. or hyperbole (in characters like dtk) that fits into the universe #and it's not like i would disqualify characters just for being nerdy even though that is kind of a stereotype #like that kid from Stephen King's It. idr his name. it wasn't a fully accurate depiction and was sort of stereotypical #but it can fly by based on what did make sense #either way I'd certainly not put in characters that don't have ocd at all but ppl think they do just because they like cleaning #like the guy from att/ck on t/tan (wouldn't either way tbh) #though for some like that i can see an argument like. idk. monica geller or someone whos like neurotic enough that you can make a case for #though again a lot of these rely largely on stereotype.... so . but it's what's in the popcultural zeitgeist for ocd 😕

[cohennatural]

i talk abt loving metatron a lot here on cohennatural but honestly it does vex my soul that he (and to some extent. this is gonna be controversial. chuck) was so stereotypically jewish and also the big manipulator behind the scenes

#i say chuck bc while rob benedict may not be jewish he definitely. how do i say this. has the nerdy neurotic jewish guy look down #both he and metatron are the cowardly puppetmasters and it rubs me the wrong way #jupernatural #antisemitism

[leelei1980]

🕶️ Pool Party Prompt for - @oneforthemunny Summer writing game

🛑 Smut warning-Mature 18+ minors DNI🛑

TW- Unprotected P in V (Always wrap before ya tap)

Fun in the Sun

" Ok Shitheads what is rule # 3?"

You sit back on your lounge chair and watch the grilling begin, smirk on your face.

Steve Harrington was one of your best friends, infact so were the band of nerdy 17 year old outcasts that were at this moment being quizzed by Steve 'The Hair' Harrington himself. You were all a little Dysfunctional Family. Lucas Sinclair,Mike Wheeler , Dustin Henderson and Max Mayfield were all the mouthy teenagers, Steve was absolutely the Mom of the group, Nancy Wheeler ,Mikes sister and also Steve's girlfriend was the intelligent Role model of the group, Robin Buckley was the fun but a little neurotic friend and Steve's Platonic soulmate for life and then there was Eddie Munson, your boyfriend and dad of the group although he liked to say he was more like the cool uncle. You were like the older sister that everyone loved and went to for advice because they thought you were cool and fun and less judgmental than Nancy. From the outside looking in you were all an unlikely group of friends ,but quirks and all it seemed to work for all of you.

" Guys! Oh and Max, what was rule # 3?" Steve paced infront of the line of teenagers arms crossed in front of his chest.

" Harrington house party rule # 3, Hands off Party Punch, that is for you guys only. We each get one beer and one beer only." Lucas smiled as Steve nodded his head.

" Your such a kiss ass. " Dustin Henderson huffs as he looks over at his friend.

" You are just mad because I said it and got it right."

" Of course you did dingus, the rule is only two sentences long, if you couldn't remember that-"

" Ok dorks, that's enough. What is rule #2?"

" Absolutely no puking in the vicinity of the pool or the house under any circumstances ."

" Correct Mike, you need to hurl you head straight to the woods. I will not clean up after someone else, especially not puke. Puking within this space will get you banned from any future events being held here at Casa de Harrington."

Steve stopped in front of Dustin and pointed." What is the final and most important Harrington House party rule Henderson?"

" What happens at Harringtons, stays At Harrington's."

" Great!" Steve clapped his hands. "Now that the rules have been reviewed you are all free to party. Remember , one beer a piece- I'm not going to lecture you on the importance of making sure you don't drink and drive because none of you doofuses have a car sooo go ahead, have yourselves a grand old time! Oh and Sinclair, Mayfield I've got my eyes on you, no sneaking away for any hanky panky, got it?"

" Ok Mom." Lucas snarked then took Max's hand and they ran and jumped in the pool together. Mike followed close behind and Dustin chose to do a cannonball directly in front of where you and Eddie were lounging beside the pool causing a huge splash, soaking the two of you and causing a stream of expletives to come flying out of Eddie's mouth.

" Jesus Christ! Goddamn it Henderson! You Little Shithead!" Eddie shakes his head like a wet dog and you laugh.

Steve throws his hands out in front of him." See that is why you guys aren't invited the cool kids parties, only our private 'Family' parties.Your just a bunch of hooligans."

" Are you kidding me? We are the cool kids." Dustin smiles.

You look over at Eddie and smiled. The boy, now sopping wet was a vision. Laying back on his lounger , hands behind his head ,wearing dark sunglasses, light freckles from the sun scattered across the bridge of his nose, beads of water rolling down his tatted chest... he looked absolutely delicious.

" Aww baby, did you get splashed ?" You get up from your chair and stand in front of him, leaning over to lightly dab at his chest, teasing him. You see a slow smile spread across his face and even with his sunglasses on you know he is getting an eyeful of your cleavage. " This is a pool party, you were bound to get a little wet." You smile.

Eddie lifts his sunglasses, his eyes lazily roaming over your body and replies."I bet I can get you wet Princess."

" I bet you can Munson."

He pulls you down onto his lap and kisses you.

" Steve! Will you please tell them to stop being gross? They are scarring me for life !" Mike shouts from the pool.

" Yeah you need to make a Harringtons house party rule #4- no kissing in front of the kids . They aren't setting a very good example. " Lucas complained. "Didn't you say 'No Hanky Panky' ?"

" I think we are setting a great example. This right here, an example of relationship goals." You say as you lean forward and kiss Eddies forehead.

" You tell em Sweetheart."

" Yeah yeah, you guys are perfect, just rub it in." Robin chimed in waking up from her little snooze." Not all of us can be so lucky."

" Yeah, not all of us can be so lucky." Nancy commented, smirking .

Steve turned to face her. " What the hell Nance? We are perfect too-"

" Relax Stevie, it was a joke."

" I'll show you a joke!" Steve ran over and scooped Nancy up in his arms and she giggled and thrashed around. When he got to the edge of the pool he launched her in and she screamed as she flew through the air and hit the water.

The teens all laughed their asses off as Nancy resurfaced and climbed out of the pool.

" Babe, this is a pool party." Steve commented as she walked back to her lounge chair.

" And I am sitting by the pool."

" Well what about when we play Chicken?"

" Robin will be your partner, won't ya Rob?"

Robin shrugged." Yeah, I'll play if you want Stevie."

" What do ya say Munson? You guys want to play a round of chicken?"

" What do you think Princess? Want to take them on?" Eddie smiled.

" Absolutely, although Robin might be tougher to take down than Nance ."

" I have total and complete faith in you Doll." He pat your leg. " Come on, let's show the kids how it's done."

You get up off his lap and he stands behind you picking you up in his arms and running full tilt towards the pool. You both hit the cool water at the same time then pop back up.

" It's a party now, Eddies in the pool!" Dustin smiled. Eddie went over and dunked him and they both laughed.

" That was for soaking me earlier you little Shit." Eddie smiled.

Steve gracefully dove into the pool and  surfaced close to the group. " Why is it a party when Eddie jumps in but not me?" He asked looking a little offended.

" Because you are all rules Steve, no running, no diving, no having fun-" Mike started.

" I never said you couldn't have fun!"

" Steve, you are way more overprotective than my Mom." Dustin commented.

" Fine, Dickheads, from now on I won't give a shit what you do."

" Awww we love you Steve!" The group of teenagers swam over and gave him an obnoxious group hug. The rest of us watched and laughed.

" Alright bozo's get off me. I love you too. Now who is ready to watch this epic chicken battle?"

The kids all screamed and splashed and Robin jumped into the pool. Steve ducked down so that she could climb up on his shoulders.

" Alright Baby, climb aboard!" Eddie ducked down so just his head was above the water.

" I feel like I'm totally going to drown you-"

" Your not going to drown me, climb up-"

" I'm too heavy. Seriously, your going to die with my fat ass up there."

" Respectfully, Sweetheart, I love your fat ass."

You smile." I know you do Eds."

" I fucking worship your body because your so goddamn hot."

" I know baby-"

" Get on my shoulders Doll."

You sigh and climb up. When you are secure he lifts you out of the water like nothing.

" Oh, and by the way, if I died with my head between your thighs, I would die a happy man."

You laugh." Your such a dork."

" Are you guys done chit chatting? Are you chickening out on us?"

The boys clucked and pretended to flap their arms like wings. They really are Little Shits.

" Anxious to lose Harrington?" Eddie snarked.

" Can we get a countdown?"

We lined up in front of each other and you and Robin were giggling as you tried to give each other your most intimidating looks.

"3, 2,1! Let the Battle Begin!"

Steve and Eddie circled around while you and Robin tried to push each other off. You came up with a plan, it was playing a little dirty and possibly getting you guys disqualified but honestly, you wanted a few minutes to sneak away with Eddie anyway.

" Hold up guys, I feel like my top is getting loose, I've got to tighten it back up-"

Everyone's eyes traveled to my bikini top, Robin relaxed and while they were all distracted I leaned forward and gave her shoulders a push.

" Son of a-" Steve and Robin went crashing down into the water. The teens cheered.

" That was sneaky Princess, I loved it!"

Eddie lowered himself back down so you could dismount.

" That may have cost us the win, " You go up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, and whisper." But maybe that isn't such a bad thing? Maybe we could sneak away to the pool house while everyone is distracted..."

" God I fucking love you."

" Ditto."

Steve pointed at us." You totally fucking cheated, I mean I would expect that from Munson but not you."

Robin smiled." This is the part where he tells you that he's not mad, he's just disappointed." She laughed." I thought it was brilliant."

" No this is the part where I tell them they are disqualified!"

Dustin and Max boo'd and Mike and Lucas cheered.

" That's bullshit, we should win simply because we played with strategy. We initiated calculated moves Harrington."

" Face the facts, Eddie, you cheated. Time to move on." Steve shrugged. "Who is next? Lucas and Max? Then Dustin and Mike take on the winners?"

" Max is going to kill me!" Robin smirked.

" You've got this Buckley, I'm rooting for you!" You pat her on the shoulder then start heading for the stairs."I believe in you!"

" Hey what about me?" Max asked from up on Lucas's shoulders.

You walk closer to them ." You don't need luck, your a total Badass."

Max smiled." Thanks."

You exited the pool then went to sit on your lounge chair. You watched as Eddie grabbed a towel , proceeded to dry himself off then casually entered the pool house unnoticed.

You smiled to yourself, waited until the next round of chicken was underway then snuck off towards the pool house.

" Make sure you lock the door." Nancy said quietly as you walked by, smirk on her face." You wouldn't want to scar them for life if they get out to use the bathroom. Mike walked in on me giving Steve a BJ once and I will never hear the end of it from him. He said I 'ruined his childhood '. Don't worry though,your secret is safe with me."

" Thanks Nance." You slinked away and slid inside closing the door.

Immediately there were arms around your waist and warm kisses on your neck.

" I was starting to worry. Thought you would chicken out." Eddie whispers then nibbles on your lobe.

" I would be offended if I wasn't so turned on right now." You pull away. "Nancy knows what's up, our secret is safe with her. Oh!" You reach over and lock the door. " Just in case."

" Smart, we wouldn't want any of the little pervs walking in and seeing your boobs. They'd go catatonic. " Eddie smiled widely. " Now I, on the other hand," he reached behind you and untied the top of your bikini , watching the small pieces of fabric fall . His dark eye's widened. " I was going to say I can handle it but goddamn, your tits have me in a trance."

You quietly giggle." Are you just going to stand there and stare at them all day?"

" I could, but I won't." He leaned down and flicked your nipple with his tongue, then he runs his hands up your sides then gently cups your breasts in his hands. He gives them a squeeze, then leans down again to lick and suck on them.

" Jesus Christ Eddie."

He slides a hand down along your stomach, then dips it into your bikini bottoms , running his finger down your slit.

" See baby, I told you I would get you wet. " He smirked and slowly circled your clit with his finger, it was setting your body on fire.

You had to bite your lip to hold in a moan. You reached for the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down. His dick was so hard for you. You wrapped your hand around it and started stroking. You heard his breath hitch. "Eddie please-"

" Someone's awfully needy-" he pants.

You cut him off with a kiss, your mouth invading his, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He pulled down your bottoms and you stepped out of them.

" Lay down on that couch sweetheart, so I can fuck you into it. Sound good?"

You quickly lay on the couch and Eddie climbs on top of you.

" Your so fucking beautiful." He smiles down at you and it gives you butterflies.

You reach up and tuck a piece of hair behind his ear. " I love you Munson, but you have been teasing me all fucking afternoon and I think it's time to get down to business."You smirk.

He smirks back." Uh you have been teasing me! But what Princess wants, Princess gets." He pumps at his cock a few times then slides the head up and down your wet slit, purposely bumping into your clit before sliding into your entrance. You quietly gasp. You loved the way that he filled you, stretched you. It felt so fucking incredible. He slowly pushed into you inch by inch until he was completely buried.

" Fuck, your so fucking tight, taking me all in." He withdrew then slammed back into you.

" Feels so good Ed's, keep going, I need more."

He started thrusting into you at a relentless pace, hips snapping, you brought your hips up to meet his and felt him go deeper. You knew that neither one of you were going to last long at this pace, you just needed the release, but it didn't matter because it felt amazing.

Eddie leaned down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck and giving you goosebumps."That sweet little pussy is taking me so well Princess. Taking a fucking pounding, that's my fucking girl."

" I-I'm your girl, Mmmm, I can take everything you give me."

Eddie suddenly changed pace, he slowly rolled his hips , you could feel his cock slowly dragging against your walls as he pulled out then he pushed back in. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him in closer. Now every time he thrusted he was hitting that soft spot inside you that made you want to cry out.

" Right there baby, don't stop." Trying to keep your voice low.

" You gonna cum Sweetheart?"

" So close Eddie, oh god, harder baby." You moaned into his ear.

He started pounding into you again and you felt a wave of ecstasy wash over you. You threw you head back and you could feel your back arching as your body shuttered beneath him.

" That's it doll . Feels so fucking good," you could feel his hips stutter and you look up to see his jaw clenched , lips tight to keep from crying out. He had reached his climax. His breathing was ragged as his sweaty body collapsed on top of you. You held him, brushing the hair from his neck and lightly placing a kiss.

" I could stay right here all day long." Eddie pushed himself up and kissed your breast, then smiled down at you with a shit eating grin.

You smiled up at him." How can you look so sweet and adorable and have such a dirty mouth?"

" You think I'm adorable?"

You roll your eyes. " Those eyes, those dimples, that smile? Then you open your mouth and tell me I know how to take a fucking pounding. Your so romantic."

" Thought you liked the dirty talk?"

" I love it. You could teach a course in dirty talk. "

" I do have a talent for it, don't I?"

" Your like a naughty Poet. I think that my favorite was the time you said ' You must be an Angel, because your pussy is fucking heaven.' "

" Awww, you remember my work!"

" Your un-fucking-forgettable."

Eddie slowly got up and got to his feet then carefully helped you up. He gave you a slow sweet kiss ." I'm going to hit the bathroom then sneak out. You'll probably want to wait a few minutes while I distract them. I'm just going to cannonball in then start dunking those little shitheads like cookies in milk."

You laughed." So essentially your going to be drowning our friends so that I can sneak out?"

" Sounds mean when you say it like that, but don't worry they love it. The things we do for love." He picked up his trunks off the floor then headed to the small bathroom attached to the 'living area'.

You found you bikini bottom on the floor and you slid them on then re-tied your top.

Eddie walked out and gave you a kiss goodbye. " Listen for a lot of commotion then make a break for it."

" You got it Ed's. Good luck out there."

" Thanks Sweetheart." He smiled then quietly ducked out the door.

You went into the bathroom, tidied yourself up then peeked out the front window curtain.

" Watch out Fuckers , here I come!" Eddie ran then cannonballed , landing right in front of the kids.

They cheered. You chose that opportunity to sneak out. You opened the door and peeked in both directions, then casually started back to your lounge chair when you heard a throat clear behind you.

Shit, it was Harrington.

" Where have you been? Your looking a little flush."

" Steve, it's 85 degrees out , of course my face is going to be red-"

" You look all hot and bothered to me."

" Not anymore."

" Awww, don't tell me you and Munster hooked up in my pool house!"

" Ok then, I won't tell you."

" It's totally tainted now! I thought I said no hanky panky!"

" You told Max and Lucas no hanky panky, you didn't say anything to us."

" It should be an unspoken rule, like don't have sex in my room-"

You bashfully look away.

" No fucking way! Your joking, your just fucking with me right?"

" We were drunk, maybe a little high, the mood hit us and no other rooms were available-"

" Is nothing sacred? Jesus!! You do realize that your boyfriend drives a van,  that's basically a room on wheels."

" I told you, we were high, we weren't thinking clearly."

" Eddie could have been completely clear headed and still fucked you in there just to be nasty. "

" Are you implying that I am nasty?"

" That's not what I am saying." Steve sighed.” Now I am going to have to burn my mattress, it might have Munson jizz on it-"

" We didn't have sex on your bed, what do you think we are, animals? We had sex in your chair."

" That makes me feel so much better."

You walk over to a picnic table and grab a cup filled with party punch, then flopped down in a lounge chair.

" Listen up guys! I've got to make an announcement! I am adding a 4th rule to Harrington's house party rules."

There was a round of collective groans.

" Not that you nerds need to worry about this but,Harrington house party rule number #4, no sex in the pool house."

" Do blow jobs count STEVE?" Mike hollered out and you laughed.

“ Jesus Christ Mike it was one time!”

You laughed." Oh shit! Busted!"

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

#munnysummergame #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington

[thefudge]

favorite girl who is weird about sex characters/media 👀

i think this is in relation to smth i retweeted about repressed girls, and after giving it quite a bit of thought, my favorite such iteration is tracy flick from election (1999). she's this mega-uptight, over achieving and obsessive type A high school student who is kind of a neurotic loner and weirdo and only cares about success and winning (she is jokingly/not jokingly modelled after young hillary clinton) and i absolutely loved her back in the day for being so unapologetic and obsessive and ambitious. even though she's not exactly likable, you do end up sympathizing with her quite a bit (or like me, you love her unconditionally) because the adults around her are much worse, actually, and the fact that she is a teenager who is trying her best in a really unfair, cut-throat world makes you kind of root for her. i sure did, even though i could see her many faults. and i kind of include her in the category of characters who are weird about sex, because tracy finds a strange sort of erotic fulfilment in her ambition and drive; there's this wonderful scene where she's alone at school one evening and starts tearing down the posters of a kid who is running against her for school president while an ennio morricone western theme plays in the background, and at the end she stares down at her bleeding hands, it's *chef's kiss*.

there's also a subplot about an older teacher who groomed her, banking on the fact that the nerdy over-achieving girl is always lonely, and tracy seems to derive pleasure out of psychoanalyzing this affair, sort of being self-aware about it, while also pointing out that what she liked most about it were the intellectual conversations between her and this older man. it's played as dark satire, but i also see it as tracy's coping mechanism. the true fantasy for her is power through intellectual fulfilment. and i find that really neat!!

(and if you grew up in the early 00s and you were a neurotic, self-punishing nerd like me, this character spoke to you in so many ways)

#tracy flick #replies #election 1999 #my thoughts

[lavellenchanted]

If you're still taking requests for the fic prompts ask: what about Japril + 65?

(boop boop!)

BOOP! 65. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you

"What are those?"

April glanced up at Jackson and smiled, shifting over to make room for him to sit beside her on the couch. "Old photo albums. Harriet wanted to know what I looked like at her age."

She angled the album on her knee so Jackson could see the picture she was looking at. It had been a summer's day, and she was standing outside her family's barn with one of the ponies, in an oversize checked shirt, jeans and cowboy books. Freckles covered her face, and her hair in pigtails gleaming in the bright sunlight almost as red as the thick plastic frames of the glasses she was wearing.

"Now that's a fashion choice," Jackson grinned.

April pulled a face and swatted his shoulder. "Hey! I was five. They were my first glasses, and I just picked the most colourful pair in the store, okay?"

"I'm surprised you didn't go for a pink pair with hearts on them."

"If they'd had any I would have," she said, then glanced back down at the photo and sighed. "This was when my sisters started calling me Ducky. My mom told me not to worry, that I'd grow into a swan, but it only got worse when I got to high school."

She flipped several pages forward in the album, to one taken when she was fourteen or fifteen. This was a group shot with all her sisters, but the teenage April was clearly deeply uncomfortable, holding herself back and grimacing more than smiling. Braces glinted on her teeth, and although she had swapped the red glasses for a pair that were a less garish dark purple in colour, they were a smaller style that in hindsight she could see didn't really suit her face and did nothing to conceal the acne that had started to develop in patches on her cheeks.

"You can see why I didn't have dates lining up around the corner."

"No, actually, I can't. You look fine. So you had braces and a few zits," Jackson shrugged. "We all go through awkward phases."

April gave him a look. "Don't try that with me. I've seen your high school photos, Mr Star of the Baseball Team and Prom King. I bet you had girls falling all over you."

"I wouldn't say falling ..."

She snorted. "Uh-huh. Point is, you've always been gorgeous. You wouldn't have looked twice at me in high school."

"I would have!" Jackson protested, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. "I mean, I'm not saying I wasn't an idiot as a teenage boy but you were still you. All I would have to do is talk to you and I would have realised how special you are."

April hummed sceptically, but she smiled, clearly pleased with the compliment and snuggled into him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"And your mom wasn't wrong, was she? You are a swan."

"I don't know. Sometimes - well, a lot of the time, actually, I still feel like Ducky."

Jackson frowned. "What you mean?"

"Oh, you know. I feel like this is what people see when they look at me still - the nerdy, insecure girl that no one really liked. Like I'm always trying to prove that I'm good enough, but all I ever do is really do is prove that I'm not."

Gently, Jackson brought his free hand up beneath her chin and tilted her head back so she could see his face as he replied, "You are good enough. You're more than good enough. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

"Yeah? How do you see me?"

"April, you're smart and fierce and kind, and you're the bravest person I know. And maybe you're a little neurotic at times," he said lightly, "but you're also a badass. You get up after every setback you have and you try again. You have no idea how much I admire that. You're an incredible surgeon and the most amazing mom and I don't know how the hell I got lucky enough to convince you to give me another chance but I'm grateful for it every single day."

She had flushed deeper with every word and looked up at him now with bright, shining eyes, the kind of look that usually meant a kiss - and a whole lot more - wasn't far behind. Heat rushed through him, prompting him to add in a rougher voice,

"You are also very, very sexy, and I would be more than happy to take you upstairs and prove that to you."

"Oh yeah?" April arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slow, teasing smile, and Jackson knew they weren't going to be looking at any more photos tonight. "I think I might just take you up on that."

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her. "Then I guess I'd better get started."

#japril #jackson x april #jackson avery #april kepner #otp: I want the whole damn thing #my fic #thank you lovely!

[theabyssgazesalsointoyou]

i love portraying characters outside their perceived personalities because honestly it makes sense that we'd get to see more of that- the squipcident let them be true to themselves. michael being the cool chill guy with witty one-liners. jake being neurotic with zero control over himself under stress. brooke who's bold and outspoken and more edgy and chloe who's actually soft-hearted but has trouble navigating emotions. introverted, nerdy rich and jenna with strong opinions.

#they're my ocs at this point i'm the only correct person about them/j #no but seriously i'm so attached to my portrayal of the Popular Kids #especially chloe i poured my soul into dissecting her character #anyway. yeah. #bmc #be more chill #michael mell #jake dillinger #brooke lohst #chloe valentine #rich goranski #jenna rolan

[nerdieforpedro]

Nerdie! I should be getting ready to go into the office, but let's be honest. I'd rather ask you some of the emoji asks than go to work. This is way more interesting.

I also wanted to send you the entire list but I'm only going to send you four: 🍈, 🍍, 🍒, and 🍊. Four may be extra but in context, I'm showing some restraint.

Merci!

Some restraint you say Em? 😆 My Blorbo? MY BLORBO?! There’s three favorite blorbos. 🫣 Don’t tell the other Pedro boys okay? Shhh 🤫

1. Dieter Bravo - he enjoys horrible jokes and puns, touches all the things and people, has his robe, is an artist and he doesn’t always do drugs. He’s sensitive and smarter than people think okay?! He’s the little grabby trash panda that can! 🦝 Dieter likes to roll with what his partner does in the bedroom but on occasion, he’ll take charge. He enjoys surprises in and out of the bedroom.

2. Frankie Morales - he’s usually a pilot, sometimes a mechanic. Always does something with his hands. Those hands they take machines and bodies apart. No longer in combat, as a civilian. Sometimes it’s on a car or plane that they pull things apart. Other times, it’s the body of his partner as he makes them call and cry for him. He also isn’t good with his words so he’s more about actions though it can get kinda muddled. Frankie can switch between being dominant or submissive depending on his partner’s needs. They’ll need to remind him of his own needs.

3. Din Djarin - Sometimes he’s modern, sometimes he’s canon with his beskar. Always kind behind his sighs and despite looking like he’s break everything, he’s gentle and feels deeply. He might be a bit neurotic. It bodes well for plans of attacks and escapes not so much for over-analyzing everything a partner says or does. He’ll always take care of any foundling or child in his care - no matter if it’s Grogu or someone else’s child. Din is a soft dom. I will die on this hill.

I don’t really have any AUs I hate. I’m not a fan of school AUs mainly because I never know what to write for them and they’re kids and I didn’t stay on campus for college so I don’t have a reference for that. I enjoy modern AUs - easy to write for. 🤣 I should try an actual AU, maybe fantasy since I had an idea for that with Din but nothing is written. Just bullet points and vibes.

My favorite character dynamic usually starts off as plutonic and then becomes romantic or is some sort of meet-cute. I do like when maybe the reader or Pedro boy has been watching the other for a bit, and then finally makes their move. Hehe! 😆 I could write plutonic but I feel like there’s plenty of that in the movies and shows so let me live out my twisted dreams 🤗

There’s two characters I want to write more for:

I need to write more for Pero. Either canon, modern or in some other AU. I need to have more of this man on my masterlist being grumpy, growling, mutter Spanish at me the reader or OFC (we know I love my OFCs ok? I like names! 😁) his broad, curly haired self with a sword or soaking in a tub. 👀

I also need to write more for Jack Daniels aka Agent Whiskey, aka, the only reason I would ever don cowboy boots. A stronger southern drawl than Joel in 200% more denim and 100% more ten gallon hat. I’m not sure where I would stick him except in between some thighs.

I hope I answered your questions and fruits throughly. ☺️

#Nerdie’s ask box #fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #din djarin #frankie morales #dieter bravo #fruit emoji ask game #writer fruit ask game #pedro pascal fanfiction

[indigo-scarf]

a bit sad seeing draco get turned nerdy, or hard-working, or poor, or humble, or charming to be more likable

he's perfectly likable as the indolent extravagant neurotic that he is

he is kenough

#draco malfoy

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

I'm not a regular mom.

I'm a weird, nerdy, depressed, neurotic, introverted, accepting matriarch of even weirder beings.

#ramblings #love all #accept all

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Since you said you're always in the mood to talk about fandoms.... What are your three Jay x Leia scenes of the series so far? The birthday climbing through the window scene and their head-on-shoulder drive are probably at the top of my list. In what ways do you think Leia is like Donna? We all know the ways she's like Eric, and I personally love that about her! And will you hate me if I admit that I actually like Nate? There's a genuine sweetness about him to me. I'm one of those weirdos who shipped Leia with Jay, Gwen and Nate all at different points in the series!

Top Three Jeia Scenes

1. “I will spend every day making it up to you.” This scene was just so 🥰🥰🥰. They have to be endgame.

2. Their first kiss on Leia’s birthday and the way she was laying on Jay’s shoulder in the car.

3. Their picnic in DDB and the way Jay put his arm around her!!!

And with the Leia/Donna similarities, they’re both very kind, practical people. Plus neither of them seem to like Star Wars lol.

I’d never hate you bby! You’re too sweet! And I do like Nate. He is really kind and funny and I like his dynamic with Jay. I just think he’s a bad bf to Nikki lol. And you’re not a weirdo (and if, it’s in the best way like all of us lol)

It’s really nice to see more jeia shippers in the fandom. I rarely see any on here which makes me :(

I’m not a huge geia fan. I’ve talked about my feelings about them on here before but I do like the idea of them being each other’s first kisses and bi awakenings (which they are). I even wrote a fic on ao3 called Cherry Lips which includes geia’s first kiss.

I don’t wanna be too negative but I’m not a fan of neia personally. I’ll just keep it as short as Nikki deserves better.

#answered #nerdy-and-neurotic #just curious but what’s your name #I usually use names for tags #my meta #t9s meta

[amethystunarmed]

It Can't Be Undone Chapter 2

Word Count: 4,795 Chapter 1 Ao3 Link Detailed CW on AO3

When he realized what the Lords were asking Steph to do, Peter hadn't thought it was much of a choice. If it was him or Steph, it wasn't going to be Steph. And part of it made sense, didn't it? He and Richie and Ruth were a unit. Ted called them pack animals, and stopped bothering to ask if they were coming over when he picked up Peter from school. They were inseparable.

So doesn't it make sense he would follow them here, too?

As he waits there, on his knees, breath illuminated by the stadium lights, he wonders if one of the Lords in Black will wear him, the next time they're summoned. 

Probably the yellow bastard.

“I’m ready,” he tells Steph, even though he isn’t. 

The gun goes off and Peter doesn't die and for a moment, Peter feels disappointed. Then Max Jägerman is breaking his fucking arm and he doesn't have time to feel anything.

~~~

All in all, Max was having a pretty good day. He was pounding nerds to his heart's content, had Steph and her pet dweeb cowering at his mercy, and Grace Chasity finally realized just what she was missing out on. Which is why he is more than a little peeved when another fucking ghost shows up.

“Shitlips?” Max snarls, “ How you fuck did you get here? And what the fuck are you wearing?” Max woke up in the clothes he died in, but clearly Richie isn't bound by the same restriction. He's got green hair instead of blue and is wearing the $5 crown from last year's prom, but Max is 90% sure it's him.

“What did you just-” Shitlips hisses, then he stops and looks down at himself. “Oh. Will you look at that? I forgot what I was wearing.” He giggles, a wheezy, hitching laugh that Max has never heard from him before. A chill goes down Max's spine, and he feels uneasy in a way he hasn't since he woke up beside his dismembered corpse.

He thought originally that Shitlips was wearing one of his dorky cartoon outfits, the ones Max has pummeled him for wearing every Halloween since the 3rd grade, but looking at him, that seems less and less likely. He's pretty sure even Shitlips wouldn't shell out for contacts that made his eyes glow. That even with all those lame dances he's practiced in the cafeteria, he can't make his fingers bend like that .

“Shitlips?” He asks again, this time much more confused. What the fuck is happening?

“Actually, this is perfect,” the Lipschitz copy says with a grin, like Max hadn't spoken. “I can't imagine a better way to illustrate my point, Maxiepoo. You've been running around making quite the claims, haven't you? You said you were a god...” He pouts, and pats Max's head. “You don't know the meaning of the word.”

Max wrenches away from the touch. “I don't know what's gotten into you, but I beat your ass once, and I'll do it again!”

Max goes to punch him, but something grabs his hand. Fucking Flemwad , with gaudy glasses and long, highlighted hair, is holding him back. She has one hand clamped around his wrist, so tight his bones grind together. Max can feel bruises blooming under her hold. She giggles as he yanks against her hold. He had been able to easily throw her around the theater, like a toddler with a ragdoll. Now it feels like he's in the grip of a marble statue.

“What the fuck?” He moves to grab her with his other hand, but another hand clamps tight around him. Mayor Lauter isn't even looking at him, instead he is examining his fingernails.

Two more hands clamp around his ankles, and Max looks down to see the woman from the limo and the nerdy prude from the Waylon place, in blinding pink and neon yellow. They smile up at him with raucous, toothy grins. Their fingers burn where they touch him, so cold his skin cracks with neurotic black burns. Max thrashes, but he can feel their touch burrowing deep inside him, digging into the core of what he is now. 

He knows, instinctively, in a way that took the place of breathing, that there is a well of power in him. It keeps him moving, grows with every nerd he guts, propels him like a shark. It is everything he is.

And he can feel these... Monsters draining it.

“W-what are you?”

Richie Lipschitz grins with bright, manic eyes. He takes Max's chin between his fingers and forces Max to look at him. “Look at what you did to us, Maxie!”

Blood soaks Richie's front, turning the green sweater a dark red. Richie reaches down and tries to rub it away, but green fur sprouts on his skin from wherever the blood touches. Richie opens his mouth, screaming like he had when Max had first descended upon him, only water floods from his mouth. It keeps opening, wider and wider, until there is a crack and tentacles pour forth, thousands of them, squirming and writhing and lapping at Max's face and arms. 

He tries to lean away, but the tentacles push him to face Ruth Fleming. A spotlight illuminates her as the bottom half of her torso separates, where Max tore her in half. He remembers how her intestines fell out and he had laughed as they painted the stage. Now, eyes gush from the cavern in her abdomen, purple irises all locked on Max. They blink at him, blood and viscera eyelids his only reprieve from their stares.

There is a metal thunk, and Max turns to see a shovel embedded in Mayor Lauter's skull. With his free hand, he reaches up and tugs the tool loose. With a musical tinkling, shimmering blue shards fall from the wound and Max can see an endless black abyss inside of his head. Max can tell, intrinsically, that he is looking into the vastness of space, and that there are no stars, there are no planets, that he is entirely, singularly, alone. The two halves of Mayor Lauter’s face smile at him. Blue ooze swells up from the wound like crude oil from a well, and it dribbles down his front.

There is a wet splat, and warm, thick liquid splashes up Max's shin. A heavy weight rests against his shoe, and even before he looks down, Max knows the red headed woman's head is going to be staring blankly up at him. What he doesn't expect is the endless rows of serrated teeth lining the esophagus of her headless body. It leans forward and gnaws at his leg. Thick, viscous drool drips down his leg and even at a distance, Max can smell its breath reeking of rotten meat.

There is a sharp pain in his left foot. The man from the Waylon Place slams his head against Max's foot over and over, the same way Max had slammed his head into the rotting floorboards. His skull shattered the same way then, too. Only, instead of lying there, limp and gelatinous, the wet mess of flesh and brain sits up. It reaches a hand up to peel bits of skull away, like it is peeling a hard boiled egg, to reveal the bloody yellow head of a goat. It bleats at Max.

“W-what the actual fuck,” Max gasps.

The creatures laugh at him, wet and braying and metallic.

“Surely a god would understand,” the mass of tentacles coos. Bright, spotlight eyes illuminate Max, coating him in slimy green light.

The thing that never was Richie just smiles.

“You're in my world now, bitch!”

~~~

Peter takes a moment to gaze in amazement at where Max had been torn through a hole in reality. He turns to her, unable to keep the awe off his face.

“Holy shit, Grace! That was amazing!" She had saved his life. Was he indebted to Grace Chasity? Fuck, was he going to have to go to church with her now? He has no idea how he is going to explain that to Ted.

Grace looks up at him with a brilliant smile. Her shirt is still half untucked and there's grass in her mussed hair. Her lips are red and swollen and she looks the most relaxed Peter has ever seen her.

“My dad's dead,” she says brightly, and promptly bursts into tears.

“Oh shit,” Peter says frantically looking between her and Steph. Steph mouths “Do something!” at him while aggressively gesturing to Grace. Slowly, Peter reaches out and pats Grace's shoulder. “There, there...?” He trails off looking to Steph for approval. She facepalms.

She walks over to Grace, and sighs. “I still think you're fucking weird,” she says, but holds her arms open, “So this is a one time offer.”

Grace looks up from where she has her face pressed into hands. She blinks blearily at Steph, tears still cascading down her face. Then she staggers forward, falling into Steph's arms. Steph shakes with the force of Grace's sobs, tightening her hold on Grace as she screams into her chest. And then, almost impossibly, tears begin to trail down the lines of Steph's face. Slowly, first, then full hiccuping sobs. The two of them sink to the ground, fully weeping into each other's arms.

Peter doesn't know what to do, even more at a loss with two girls crying rather than just one. He swallows. Tears feel so far away. Everything feels so far away. He doesn't know how to comfort them or get them to stop or if he even should.

He kneels down, and places a hand on both their shoulders. He doesn't know what else to do.

He doesn’t know how long they sit there. Eventually, Grace and Steph catch their breath, panting and heaving under Peter’s arms, but they at least aren’t crying any longer. Peter waits for them to say something. They have planned every step of this excursion so far, and he is perfectly fine with being dragged along. But Steph and Grace don’t say anything. They just lean against each other. 

It’s cold. None of them had time to grab coats and the temperature has plummeted with the setting of the sun. Peter can feel the girls shivering. So he says it. 

“What do we do now?”

“I... I don't know. I don't even have anyone to call.” Steph says. “Miss Tessburger was my emergency contact if something ever happened to my dad, and...” Peter remembers the flare of red hair and the arc of blood that flew across the air. He swallows, fighting nausea at the memory of her severed throat.

Grace shakes her head as well. “I...” She stares blankly at her lap. She seems aimless, drifting aimlessly through the conversation. “I can't see my mom right now.”

So Peter ends up texting Ted. Peter doesn’t necessarily think this is the correct choice. His brother has been blowing up his phone all evening, with both texts and actual, honest to god voicemails. He is sure his message of “At the high school football field, please come get me” is not necessarily well received, given the way his phone immediately lights up with Ted’s face. Peter silences the call, and sends a thumbs up emoji when Ted texts “ill be ther in ten dont fuckin move”, and doesn’t really consider the implications of Ted showing up until his baby blue Stuedbaker pulls into the parking lot.

“PETER LORENZO SPANKOFFSKI!” Peter can hear Ted's screaming through the closed car windows. His brother steps out of the car, hands on his hips, keys jingling where they dangle in his hands. “Of all the times you decide to break curfew, it's when there's a fucking serial killer on the loose? And you couldn't even text me? I had to hear from Paul of all people that you nearly got arrested, at Beanie's of all places. You absolute noodle, I am going to-”

“Ted, it wasn't like that. We were just-”

“We?”

Peter can see the moment Ted realizes who is standing next to him. The anger drains from his face, and is replaced with a wide, smug grin. Oh no.

“Holy shit, are you out here with two girls ?” Jesus Christ. Peter is going to commit fratricide. 

“We weren't-”

“If you were otherwise occupied, you could have just said-”

“Ted, cut it out!”

“You were letting me fucking pace at home while you were out here getting it on with-”

“Ted, shut up !” Peter shouts, ignoring the way his voice cracks, shoving his arms down stiff at his sides with balled fists. His injured wrist screams at the movement, and he whimpers, clutching it back close to his chest. 

The others shout his name. Grace and Steph both come to his shoulders, looking over him. Ted about sprints to his side.

“What the hell happened, are you hurt?”

Ted looks at them, really looks at them. Peter knows they're a mess. Their clothes are torn from the shattered car windshield. Grace is still disheveled, with grass stains on her back and hickeys across her neck. Stephanie has eyeliner running down her cheeks and cuts on her face and arms from where they were running through the woods. Peter is drenched in sweat with dirt up and down his arms from digging up the black book. His wrist is swelling where Max grabbed it and Peter can already see the yellowing lines where his fingers dug into his skin.

“What the fuck happened to you, Pete?” 

“Please can we just go home?” Ted still looks hesitant and it almost breaks something in Peter. He just wants tonight to be over. “Please Teddy,” he begs. His voice cracks again and it's fucking embarrassing but he just wants to go home. 

Ted runs a hand through his hair but doesn't argue. “Yeah buddy, of course.” He wraps an arm around Peter’s shoulder, patting it once. “Let's go home.” Ted looks over Steph and Grace with awkward concern. “Do you, uh, need me to call your parents?”

“My dad's dead.”

“Mine too.”

Ted's eyes widen. “Oh. Um, I'm sorry. Are you sisters?”

“No.”

Ted's eyes get impossibly wider. “Okay then.”

~~~

The car ride home is awkward. No one speaks. Ted tries to turn on the radio, but Dan and Donna start reading out an APB for Grace and Peter slams his hand on the knob so hard he thinks he cracks it. Ted shoots Peter a flabbergasted look, but Peter just closes his eyes and leans his head back. If Ted ends up taking them to the police station, Peter at least wants a nap first. 

But when the car rolls to a stop, they’re in front of Ted’s dated ranch house. The sight of it almost brings Peter to tears. 

“Well, we’re here,” Ted says, as he puts the car into park. “Not exactly how I imagined Peter bringing a girl home.” The joke lands a pancake flipped onto the floor. “Okay, tough crowd. Come on, let’s get you all inside.”

They walk inside the front door, and Peter is immediately struck by the fact he and Ted haven’t cleaned in awhile. The sink is full of dishes, and an array of ties hang over the back of the couch from Ted yanking them off the moment he gets home. Crumbs cover the counters and Peter can’t remember the last time one of them vacuumed. Ruth and Richie were used to mess, so Peter hadn’t even thought... 

He swallows the lump in his throat.

“Steph, Grace, do you want to shower?” He suggests, desperate to have a moment to at least shove shit in a closet, “You can borrow some clothes.”

“That sounds really nice, actually,” Steph says, with a gratitude Peter isn’t sure he’s actually earned. Grace nods as well.

“Sure, do you have a swimsuit I can borrow?”

Peter balks at the question. “Um, I have trunks?”

She sighs, looking so despondent, Peter actually feels bad he can’t summon a bikini out of thin air. “I guess it doesn’t matter much now. That’ll work.”

Peter grabs a pair of swim trunks that are a little small on him, and sleep clothes for the two of them. He walks Grace to his shower, and shows Steph to Ted’s master. Once the door closes behind him, he collapses against the wall. The striped wallpaper is cool against his cheek, and he trails his fingers against the slick surface as he catches his breath.

This is fine. This is all fine. He is just having a sleepover. That is a normal high school thing to do. Nevermind the fact it is with Stephanie Lauter and Grace fucking Chasity, never mind that he’s never had a sleepover with anyone who wasn’t Ruth or Richie-

Peter slams the brakes on that thought. If he starts to think about them, or worse, their doppelgängers, he thinks he may completely lose it.

He walks back to the kitchen and finds Ted pulling a mug out of the microwave. “Oh, perfect timing!” He offers the mug to Peter. “I, uh, I made you a hot chocolate? I figured... your blood sugar.”

It's a good point. Peter hasn't thought about it all night, but he's pretty sure adrenaline is the only reason he hasn't fainted yet. But he hadn't mentioned that to Ted. His brother just... did it.

“Thanks,” Peter squeaks out. That damn lump is back in his throat.

The mug is warm. It feels nice in his hands. His fingers shake as he brings it to his lips. 

It’s fucking terrible. It's lukewarm, and not mixed properly so clumps of the mix coat Peter's tongue. But Ted made it for him. Tears well up in Peter's eyes and Ted begins panicking. 

“Oh Jesus, is it really that bad? Sorry, sorry, I swear I followed the instructions. We could go to- fuck, they're closed. Everything’s closed, shit. Oh!” He pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I'll call Paul, he's been smiling lately so I'm pretty sure that barista is staying over, we can get her to-

Despite himself, Peter giggles. “You cannot just call Paul at 3 AM to use his girlfriend.”

“She already hates me, there's no harm, really.” And the thing is, Peter really thinks he means it. That he would call his coworker at ass o'clock at night just to figure out how to make hot chocolate.

A sob bubbles up his throat. He sets the mug down and he throws himself at Ted. He nearly knocks him over. He's taller than Ted now, even if he's lankier. It feels wrong still, uncanny; a reflection in the mirror he doesn't recognize yet. But Ted's arms are still tight around him, still hold him as he shakes. He rubs circles across Peter's back.

“What the fuck happened, Pete?” he whispers. For a moment, Peter almost tells him everything. The Waylon Place, cutting up Max's body, the blood he can still feel under his fingernails. The Black Book, the blinding power that welled inside him, the gods wearing the faces of the dead.

But then he remembers the god in yellow, the way Mr. Chasity's face had licked his lips as he said Peter's last name.

He can see it, suddenly, with perfect clarity, like the image was beamed into his brain. Ted, with vibrant yellow hair and square pupils, holding that glowing yellow box. He can hear his brother's voice making that terrible bleating laugh. He can practically hear Tinky's voice. Isn't this a good look for Teddy Bear? Don't be jealous, I'll be sure you match!

Vomit wells in Peter's throat. No. He won't tell Ted. He'll keep his brother as far away from that bastard as possible.

Instead, he tells a half truth. “We fought the murderer. The person who killed Ruth and Richie.”

Ted sucks in a sharp breath. Despair, terror, and fury wage on his face. He takes a few deep breaths, and Peter can tell he is trying not to yell. Peter curls in on himself. 

“He... He tried to kill you?” Ted asks, and Peter nods. Ted hisses another pained breath. “Okay. Alright.” His voice breaks.

Peter... Peter can't remember the last time he saw his brother cry. There's a fuzzy memory in his head, of his fat toddler fingers patting Ted's wet cheeks, but it feels more like a dream than a memory.

But for as long as Peter can really remember, Ted never really cried when he got upset. He got mad, he yelled, but he didn't cry.

So Peter doesn't know how to react when tears well in his eyes

“Why didn't you call me?”

“I... I didn't want to get you involved.”

Ted glares at him, and jams his finger into Peter’s chest. “Fuck that. If it affects you, I'm involved, okay? So enough of these disappearing acts, of you just going completely radio silent. You want me to, what? Just stay awake all hours of the night wondering if you’re dead? Wait to get a call from the fucking coroner?”

Peter feels his eyes beginning to well with tears as well. “Of course not.”

“Then fucking call me, okay?” Ted shoves his shoulder, then ruffles Peter’s hair. “If shit is happening to you, I want to know about it. Okay?”

Not trusting his voice, Peter nods.

“Good.” Ted takes a drink of his hot chocolate. He promptly spits it back out. “Fuck that's terrible, what the fuck?”

Peter is still laughing when Grace and Steph get back from their showers.

~~~

Peter may not have thought the sleeping arrangements through. The three of them stand in a half circle around Peter's bed. Grace swims in a borrowed Hatchetfield high spirit week shirt and Steph has rolled up the ankles on sweatpants Peter stole from Ted.

“I... I can sleep on the floor?” Peter offers. His full bed should have more than enough room for Steph and Grace with him out of the equation.

“Peter, you are hiding us from the police, we are not going to kick you out of your bed,” Steph tells him. She grabs a pillow, and Peter realizes his sheets are nearly ten years old and have constellations on them. He is incredibly aware of the fact they are going to start glowing the second he hits the lights. He can feel himself blushing.

“I can go and sleep on the couch-” 

Peter's stomach twists at the thought of her being out of his sight. Before he can even say anything, Grace speaks up.

“I think we can all fit.”

Peter feels his jaw drop, but he can’t help it. “Um...” He stammers, “You know that this is gonna be really uh, tight, right?” Peter knows his bed can fit three people, he, Ruth, and Richie have absolutely fallen asleep watching movies in it. But usually they have to pile on top of each other like puppies, curled up in a tangle of limbs. He can’t imagine Grace Chasity of all people being comfortable with the thought.

But to his immense surprise, she just nods, and then crawls into the bed. Peter turns to Stephanie, because clearly Grace has been replaced with a body double. Steph just shrugs and crawls in after her. And well, Peter really doesn’t want to sleep on the floor. He hits the lights, ignores Steph’s delighted laugh at his childhood bed linens, and joins them.

He was right, it’s a tight fit. He is pressed tightly against Steph’s side, and still feels like he is going to fall off the bed. Steph opens her arm, and Peter gladly takes the invitation. He rests his head on her chest. She is warm and soft and smells like Ted’s vanilla body wash, and for the first time since they were called into the principal’s office, something in Peter unknots. He lets himself sink into her, curling closer when she wraps her arm around him. He involuntarily sighs, content and comfortable, and Steph rewards him by running her fingers through his hair. It promptly turns off all the thoughts in his head. “Holy shit,” he whispers, without really thinking.

“Like that?” Steph asks, and he can hear the smug smile in her voice, but he still nods all the same.

“Fuck yeah...” 

Part of him still expects Grace to kick up a fuss and tell them to leave room for Jesus or whatever the fuck she usually goes on about. But she is suspiciously silent. Peter is pretty sure he would be worried about it if Steph’s fingers weren't sapping up all of his brain power.

“Um, Grace, are you good?” Steph asks, and her fingers slow. Peter barely holds back a whine at the loss. “You are... pretty stiff.”

“Perfectly fine,” Grace says, sounding like she is having her fingernails ripped out. Steph sighs, sounding exasperated.

“If you are uncomfortable, we can make a pillow wall or something-”

“I’m not uncomfortable.” She doesn’t elaborate at first, staying quiet long enough that Steph begins playing with Peter’s hair again. He is nearly asleep when Grace says, “That just looks... really nice. That’s all.”

“Grace...” Steph says slowly, “Do you want to... cuddle?”

“Of course not! The wall is just digging into my back is all, and I figured, it would be an easier fit, if we were to get closer. Nothing untoward or anything.”

“Uh huh,” Steph says, breathing slowly, measured in a way that Peter has realized means she is holding back laughter. “That makes sense to me.”

“Right. So. Maybe, I could...” Grace doesn’t finish. Maybe she can’t. Peter feels Steph shift, offering her other side to Grace.

“Well? Get the fuck over here.”

Grace moves so quickly she almost headbutts Peter. “This is just for convenience, I hope that you know that.”

“Obviously,” Peter slurs, already slipping back toward sleep. 

“Of course, Grace,” Steph agrees, “Now get some sleep.”

Peter doesn’t need much more encouragement after the night they’ve had. Steph and Grace’s breathing is a soothing lullaby, only a shade different from the sounds of his usual sleepovers, and he easily slips into a doze. It takes a while, longer than it normally would, for the shaking to rouse him. He blinks blearily, trying to figure out just want the fuck is happening, when he registers the sniffling. It is muffled, like someone has clamped a hand over their mouth, but it is clearly crying.

Peter initially assumes it’s Steph with the way she is shaking, but her voice is clear when she asks “Grace, what’s wrong?” 

Grace doesn’t answer at first, can’t get past the tears. Peter and Steph don’t interrupt, they just wait until she says, “I had sex with Max,” and cries harder.

Steph doesn't seem to know what to say. After a moment, she asks, “And how do you feel about that?”

“It was... Good. It was really, really good. I liked it.” Grace sounds absolutely disgusted with herself. “This whole time, I have been trying to avoid these feelings and... I had sex. And it was great.” She clutches the pillow closer to her chest and sobs.

“Grace, I'm not following.”

“Don't you get it? I came up with the plan to get back at Max. I got us into the Waylon place. I killed Max. And he killed Richie and Ruth and...” She sniffles. Snot drips from her nose, and Peter grabs her a tissue from his nightstand. “And I could have... Just had sex with him and enjoyed it and maybe dated him and we could have protested homecoming together and now he's gone and none of it even matters because I gave up my virginity and we met five gods tonight and I don’t think any of them were Jesus.” She pauses for a moment, breaths heaving from the word vomit she just spewed. Then she lies back and stares at the ceiling. “My whole life has been pointless.”

“I can't say I get it,” Steph says, slowly. “Not in the same way. But like... My whole life has been dictated by my dad. Even when I went out and did what I wanted, it was stick it to him, you know? Prove he didn’t own me. And he was always calling me or having Miss Tessburger come and pick me up or... And now he's...” She swallows. “So what I'm trying to say is, I get what it is like to feel directionless.”

Peter thinks about his own life. About the absences in the room, about how his group thermodynamics project is now his sole responsibility, about the seats next to him that will be empty in every class.

“Maybe,” he says slowly, “we can find the point together.”

#npmd #peter spankoffski #stephanie lauter #grace chasity #ted spankoffski #the lords in black #wiggog y'wrath #nerdy prudes must die #my writing #my fanfic #body horror #gore #horror #max jagerman #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #lautski #wiggly #pokotho #pokey #tinky #tnoy karaxis #bliklotep #blinky #nibblenephim #nibbly

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

[fic] you've got the butterflies all tied up (1/2)

In short, Quentin — neurotic, depressive, insecure, inexperienced, nerdy, dyspeptic Quentin Coldwater — fucked more or less like any other red-blooded American male between the ages of seventeen and twenty-nine.

Eliot could not begin to explain why he found this… so excruciatingly hot.

It made no sense. Eliot had fucked professional athletes and recreational sword swallowers. He had been Daddy and been good for Daddy and been bad for Daddy and hooked up with more than one real-life DILF. He’d had sex while on half a dozen illicit substances, individually and in combinations both tantalizing and terrifying. He’d worn leather and lingerie and a French maid’s outfit, and he’d once received a lapdance from a man who claimed convincingly to have siren blood in his ancestry. He’d dabbled in accessories from blindfolds to handcuffs to edible underwear and beyond, and the spells — god, the spells. The heat and the touch and the delicious rules made to be broken or begged against and the supremely fucked up things sex magic could do to one’s perception of the linear passage of time. He’d had dozens of threesomes and participated in more than one spectacular orgy. Given his greatest hits — the thick-necked blue-eyed bodybuilder who could bench press Eliot’s bodyweight, the dainty Italian pyromancer who did things with non-burning flames Eliot had not seen anyone do before or since, the married gray-haired diplomat who ate him out in the back of a limo — sex with Quentin shouldn’t have cracked the top fifty. It should have been cute, but hardly something to write home about. It should have been basic. It should have been boring.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t any of those things.

Instead, sex with Quentin — the same handful of positions, the same reliable stable of moves, the same awkward fuckbuddy whose idea of dirty talk was asking “Is that good?” in the exact tone of voice one would use to inquire about the volume while watching TV — was the best sex of Eliot’s life.

part one of the mosaic story is up! it is ~6500 words about: sex, mostly; eliot's deranged inner monologue; quentin's secret reserves of horniness; sexual fantasies of various definitions; incorrect hypotheses; and of course my deeply beloved queliot trope of quentin and eliot fucking each other's brains out 24/7 As Bros and everyone involved being totally super normal and chill about that, obviously.

read on ao3.

#the magicians #queliot #quentin coldwater #eliot waugh #fic i wrote #this is really like almost totally done and the second part should be done by the end of the month #but i got impatient so here's part one!

[maneskinconfess-archive]

I think it's time we see people as they are, as more than characters, and give others the same grace we give ourselves by admitting they're complex beings with a rich inner life, just like you and I. Damiano isn't just one thing or another, he's not a character or a trope, written by someone who wants to portray a certain narrative. He's so many things at once: he's the sensitive poet who wrote Coraline, but he's also the sportsman who dreamed of playing basketball before he got injured, and the fan who suffers for his favorite soccer team.

He's a hopeless romantic, who also clearly enjoys sex very much. He's a cat-dad and a nerdy anime-lover. He likes sports jerseys as much as he likes make-up. He's both feminine and masculine in his very own way. He's a shy introvert, but also a brilliant, shameless frontman. He's anxious, neurotic, afraid of being alone and he worries too much, but he's extremely passionate about what he does and extremely loyal to his band and his friends. He's not just one thing or another: There isn't a dichotomy between family man in a long-term stable relationship and single guy meeting new people and trying hook-ups. He's both, and they don't have to contradict each other. But above all, he's young. He's just 24 and he's still figuring things out, all under the public eye, to the best of his knowledge and abilities. And it's been this way since he was 17. So please, let's try and see him, all of them, in their entirety, not just by the parts we like, or the parts we hate. They deserve better, and we could use some self-reflection.

#måneskin confessions #sfw #maneskin #måneskin #damiano david

[absolutebl]

You're in filmmaking and working on your big dream BL production, your writer is one of the best, you got decent budget, interested sponsors, a great director, a professional crew. Now, you gotta cast your actors, the mains and maybe a sidedish. Who would you chose and why? Which criteria would you apply for example age, appearance, acting style, experience, ability to create chemistry, on-screen charisma, name recognizability? Which actors would you pair and why? Make it country specific.

MY ULTIMATE FANTASY CAST + BL MASTERPIECE!

If I could have any BL in the world. What would I pick? 

I kinda already did this here: 

TOP 10 BL PAIRS + What They Should Play Next - I chose SamYu for the gay Descendants of the Sun, but you threw the door wide open on this one so I am pushing it. (I also did Crazy BL Actor Pairing I'd Love to See ) 

I hold by those picks but I’ll reboot the game a little. 

Now, you gotta cast your actors, the mains and maybe a sidedish. Who would you chose and why?

(SamYu - We Best Love) in a Taiwanese production of Hospital Playlist. 

So Hospital Playlist is a true ensemble piece with 5 leads, but the anchor relationship would be these two. In case you were in any possible doubt as to my ultimate bias.

(L-R: prudish pediatrician, arrogant heart surgeon, comedic general surgeon, neurotic OBGYN, warm & brilliant neurosurgeon) 

Hospital Playlist is not just one of my favorite Kdramas, it’s one of my favorite dramas of all time. I love a medical drama, it has multiple solid romances all ending happily, it’s about older characters, there are complex stories and GREAT side characters, food is vitally important, and it’s ultimately extremely comforting. It’s sadly het, tho. 

So I want Taiwan to do the queer version. And I want it to get the proper treatment the way Taiwan sometimes does with their het stuff, like full on 20-30 episodes. 

Hospital Playlist only it’s 5 queer surgeons, paired as follows: 

Sam plays the funny single dad general surgeon (his husband left him alone with their adopted son, yadda yadda) 

Yu is the kind hearted brilliant neuroscientist. I’d like to see him play a warm nerdy character for a change. 

(Spoiler, these two characters are already besties who once moot-pined and eventually end up together.) 

Lin Yu (OuWen from Love is Science) plays is the arrogant heart surgeon. Of COURSE HE DOES. Slayed by the military boy in the end, of course. Honestly we can pair him with Anderson Cheng again as Sam’s younger brother, but I’m not married to that pairing. 

The OBGYN has to be our neurotic chaos bi character (that comedy writes itself) and I would cast Bruce He in the role. Because, he has dimples and I love him in everything and I am shallow af. He can have all the crazy exes up the wazoo. That’d be fun. I don not care who he ends up with. 

I’d turn the rich prude pediatrician character into a lesbian who I want played by Aviis Zhong, because she hasn’t played enough lesbians yet. Never enough lesbians. 

I want her slow pining desperate younger love interest (AGE GAP!) to be played by Tannie Huang (DNA Says Love You bestie). I think they would kill it. 

I want the older administrator of the hospital adopted lesbian mom of the group to be Tammy Darshana Lai (Encore Martha). And I want her to be having her own life, quandaries and relationships. 

Which criteria would you apply for example age:

I’d like it to be older characters in general. I love a high school drama but I’d like something more relatable to me, and more meaty for the actors to sink into, where being queer is there, and important, but there’s other life shit going on (ex spouses, children, career hiccoughs, side interests and hobbies). 

Clearly I’m picking all over the place on actual actor ages, but the main characters would all be in their late 30s at least. The support cast of residents and students and patients so forth would be many other ages. 

I’d like the Love is Science? team to direct (Tsai Mi Chieh & Chang Chin Jung). 

Appearance, acting style, experience, ability to create chemistry, on-screen charisma, name recognizability? 

I want mostly pretty because, as already mentioned, I shallow af. But I also want broad queer rep and diversity. So trans characters, butch, femme, various creeds and colors, all of them - in complex, capable professional doctor roles and positions of power. I want it to look like the Philippines vomited queer rep on this hospital. 

It’s my fantasy medical drama, I’ll queer it up if I wanna. 

I think Taiwan in general has a realistic, highly physical, slightly comedic acting style that would suit Hospital Playlist very well. (Probubly better than Korea’s style did, quite frankly.)

All the actors I chose (but Yu) are experienced and established. I think Avis and Bruce are big enough names for major draw. And SamYu as a pair are a big enough deal to pull the BL audience in spades. A show like this could take off international well and easily. Authentic queer rep is one of Taiwan’s strengths and this kind of show could showcase that for truly broad appeal, like Asia’s version of Queer as Folk, only a million times BETTER. 

Did I sell you on it?

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#hospital playlist #make it gay you cowards #queer it up #taiwanese drama #taiwanse bl #fantasy casting #Queer as Folk #SamYu #Sam Lin #YU #kdrama #Love is Science? #Tsai Mi Chieh #Chang Chin Jung #Encore Martha #Tammy Darshana Lai #DNA Says Love You #Tannie Huang #Aviis Zhong #Bruce He #Lin Yu #MarkOuwen #Descendants of the Sun