#so in other words he wants it to be 80s ugly got it

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *melts into goo* I swear the vibes I get from this story and where I can go with it are a mix of Ariana Grande's "Dangerous Woman" and "I Didn't Change My Number" but Billie Eilish lol That lost song is actually where I got the title because I saw a TikTok where some did the Steddie AI followed by the lyrics "Take it out on you...and your best friend to."

So this is set in the 80s and I chose to make the reader plus size because I haven't done it before with these two and because we plus sized babes are sexy bitches ;). (All you souls, no matter your size are beautiful. Never forget that <3)

Warnings: Dominate Steddie and Sub Reader, she's not a virgin but she's definitely new to this. Everything in this story is consensual! Even though they are rough with her they do come up with a safe word and tell her she can stop if she wants (and they would! I would never write a version of these boys who wouldn't.)

There is degrading (mostly about how the reader wants to be used), spanking, choking... rough smut for sure but followed with aftercare.

Word Count: 3953

This wasn’t normal for you. You never got in trouble at school but today was just one of those days. Carol was picking on you again because of your appearance. Every day it was something different. Your hair looked flat, your clothes were hideous, or something you were reading at the lunch table made you “a dork”. 

Today, it was how fat your ass looked in your jeans. You slammed your locker shut as you turned to face her. “At least I have an ass, you ugly bitch!”

“Y/N Y/L/N!”, Ms. O’Donnell scolded. You hadn’t even noticed she was there. She sent you to the principal’s office where he gave you a week’s worth of detention after school. 

You were surprised when you entered the designated classroom to find it empty except for the teacher in charge. 

“Ah Miss Y/N, I presume. In for offensive language and bullying a fellow student. Come in and have a seat. I’m waiting on two more.” 

You flash him a soft smile as you slide into the desk in the front corner. The door opens again and fear dances through your eyes as Steve Harrington saunters in and throws himself down in a desk in the middle of the room. 

“Our very own basketball and swim star himself, Steven Harrington. Currently in detention today fooooor…”, the teacher looks at the papers in front of him. “Being caught in the girl’s bathroom. Huh. Did you get lost?”

Before he could respond, the final student entered loudly swinging the door open as he flew in. “Hey! Mr. C! How are we this fine afternoon?”

“Mr. Eddie Munson. Always a pleasure, sir. What are we in for today?”

“I may or may not have caused a disruption in the lunchroom today.”

“Mhmm. Well, since everyone is here, we can start. Detention begins at 5pm sharp and if you aren’t here on time, I do get to tell the principal who will do with you as he will.”

“Sounds sexy.”, the metalhead grins as he sits on top of a desk and crosses his legs. 

“Mr. Munson, I know you’ve heard this many, MANY times but for the new prisoners can you please…shut up.” The boy salutes him as the teacher continues. “The majority of the time, you guys will be here, SILENTLY, doing homework or reading, I really don’t care. Just be quiet. Depending on what is going on that day this week we may help out with things. The theater kids have a play on Friday and need help with the sets. As I’m sure Mr. Harrington knows, there’s also a game so the pep squad may need stuff set up.”

“Other than that, let’s just shut up and get through the week, okay?”

The first twenty minutes go by extremely slow as you try to focus on the homework in front of you. After a while, you felt someone watching, turning your head to see Steve staring at you. Something in those admittedly gorgeous brown irises sent a tingle through your body. It felt like he was trying to read you with the little information he had in front of him. 

You jumped as a loud beeping echoed through the room and a small devious smile spread across his face. 

“Shit.” The teacher pulled his beeper off his belt, furrowing his eyebrows anxiously. “That’s my wife. I’m going to make a quick call but if I come back and I catch you all talking or fucking around…” He points at the metalhead accusingly as he runs out the door. 

“Jesus Christ. I thought he would never leave.” Eddie sighed as he got up and slid into the desk in front of Steve reaching out to high five him. “Harrington. What are you in for?”

“Fucking Tammie told Ms. Luhrmann I was hiding in the girl’s bathroom.”

“You pervert.”

“It’s not what you think, ok! I left Nancy a note but she never showed up.”

“I told you, man. You need to stay away from those good girls. Speaking of…” Eddie swivels around on the desk to face you. “What are you in for, sweetheart?”

You curl a bit into your body, hoping they’ll just leave you alone. You don’t belong here. This isn’t normal for you. You just wanted to get through the week and never think about this again. 

Two hands, one of them covered in rings, come into your field of view in front of you as they press against your desk. “I asked you something, princess. Don’t be rude now.”

You closed your eyes at the deep tone of his voice. He sounds so sexy…

“She can definitely speak. Talked back to Carol today. It was amazing.”

That grabbed your attention as you turned to look at him. When you yelled at Carol, he wasn’t in the immediate group but he must have been nearby. They were his friends after all. 

“What did that bitch say?” Eddie asked Steve but his eyes never left you. 

“Said she had a fat ass.” The other boy rolls his eyes. 

“And what did you say?” He asks, speaking to you again. 

Your eyes found his before they left to scan you lips, down your curvy body, and back up to your face. 

“Boo!” Eddie shouted as he slammed his palms on the wood in front of you, making you jump again. He and Steve both chuckled as he sauntered away, back to his friend. 

“She commented on the fact that Carol lacks any kind of an ass and then followed that up with the word ‘bitch’.”

“Ooooh, you bad girl. You’re not wrong. That evil little person has nothing behind her. I prefer a girl who has some extra umph you know? Plus, their pussy always tastes the sweetest.”

You exhaled shakily at his words, having only heard or read them in stories. You definitely weren’t a virgin. You had been with men and had boyfriends but none of them ever spoke like Eddie had. They were always extremely shy type guys who had no idea what they were doing on top of you.

“Mr. Munson!” The teacher came back, sighing with his hands in the air. “Really?”

“Sorry, Mr. C. I had a question for the pretty girl but she doesn’t seem to be capable of speech.”

“I don’t blame her when it comes to you.”

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The next day, you became more aware of Eddie and Steve’s presences. You didn’t realize you actually had a couple of classes with Steve and lunch with both he and Eddie. The metalhead’s eyes watched you walk past the Hellfire club table as you tried to ignore him and the other boy constantly turned to glace at you as he ate with his friends. 

At the end of the day, you filed into the detention room, surprised to find both boys already there and seated in the front row, much closer to you than they were yesterday. 

“Ok troublemakers, collect your things, we are headed to the theater room.”

“I believe thespians refer to it as an auditorium, sir.” Eddie replied in a comical voice that made you smile but only Steve caught it.

“Yeah whatever. I don’t care. Just paint and behave. I’ll be right back there watching so no funny business.”

“Can we talk, Warden or is that still a no-no?”

“Yes, Mr. Munson. You can speak as long as you paint.”

You descend to your knees and they both follow suit. Steve reaches over for the paintbrushes but as he leans over towards you, he lifts it out of your grasp and hands it to his friend. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want something? You gotta ask for it.”, he smiled over at you as he waited. “No? Ok then.”

“Please.”

They froze as he sat back to look you over. “Please what?” He laughs as your face scrunches in disgust. “I don’t know what you want unless you ask me for it.”

“Please, Steve…can I have a brush?”

He nods as he passes it to you and you immediately duck down again to focus on the task in front of you. 

“Your voice is pretty. You should talk more.” Eddie’s eyes remained on the board as he painted. 

“It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk. She just doesn’t want to talk to us.”

You don’t know why but hearing Steve say it like that made you feel bad. It wasn’t exactly that you didn’t WANT to. You just didn’t trust or know them. King Steve was close friends with the people that tortured you daily and Eddie was the resident bad boy your parents warned you to stay away from. They both intimated you greatly not just because of their air of dominance but because you wanted them to wield it on you. 

You wanted them to use you until you or they couldn’t take it anymore and that scared the hell out of you. You were so inexperienced when it came this stuff plus…how do you explain that to someone? Shouldn’t you want to be wined and dined? Yes, you did. You absolutely did but you wanted to be fucked senseless first.

“I do want to talk to you.”

“Then why don’t you?”, Eddie asked.

“You scare me.”

“Well, shit, sweetheart. I’m not a fucking devil worshipper like these asshole people think.”

“It’s not just you and that’s not why.”

“I’ve never made fun of you, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey. She has a name! Steve, you should have told me.”

“Yeah, you never made fun of me but you never stopped them either. You laughed along with them while they picked on me and degraded me in front of the entire school. You’re just as much an asshole as they are.”

“Y/N!”, the teacher hollers from his seat. “As much as I am enjoying watching you tear the king of Hawkins high a new one, I don’t see much painting happening.”

Blinking, you shut your mouth and begin moving the brush again. 

“If you ever talk to me like that again, I don’t care where we are or who is in the room, I will throw you over my knee and punish you. Do you understand me?” You turn to look him, finding his angry eyes penetrating yours. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Steve, come on.” Eddie rolls onto his back as he stares up you. “She doesn’t play like that. Do you? Probably still a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“I see. Ok, not a virgin but definitely not a hardcore kind of girl, right? You like the missionary, vanilla, candles by the bed, listening to slow 70s tunes. Am I right?”

“You don’t know me. Jesus, no wonder you two are friends.”

“Oh wow, Eds. Look at her. No, she doesn’t like that at all. I mean, on some nights yeah, but you prefer being told to shut the fuck up and do as your told.”

“N-n-no. I don’t.”

Your answer makes them giggle. “I would not have pictured that. You like being used?”

“Edward Munson! I swear to God. If I have yell at you guys one more time, we are going back to the classroom to sit silently.”

As detention came to a close, the teacher asked if you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to put everything away. You agreed especially since he told the guys they could leave. You needed that space away from them. 

When Steve scolded you, you felt your panties dampen but you meant what you said. He never did anything to keep the popular kids from picking on you. You saw him laugh with them multiple times. Thinking about Eddie asking if you liked being used, had your pussy clenching around nothing as you rubbed your thighs together. You didn’t know enough about him to really form an opinion. The town talked about him a lot and his club he had at school but you two never crossed paths. 

You kept thinking about them as you collected your things and headed down the hallway to leave for the day. Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth as arms lifted you by your waist into a nearby open classroom. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Steve and I wanted us to finish our conversation. Now that that asshole isn’t here, we can!” Your eyes widen as you listen to Eddie speak. His tone light but there’s a strength behind it that frightens (and excites) you. “Now, where did we leave off? Ah, yes. You were just about to tell us if you liked being used.”

Steve lifted his palm from your lips, resting it gently against your throat.  “Please.”

“Nope. We already had that discussion. You have to say what you want to get it.” Eddie sighs as you push back against the man behind you and he quickly tightens his grip on your neck. “Sweetheart, give me a word. Any word you feel like you’ll remember in any…overwhelming situation.” His eyes seductively raked along your body. 

“Vanilla.” You aren’t sure why that’s the first word that came to mind but it was the only thing you could think of as Steve loosened his grip and your head fell back against him. 

“If there’s one thing you are not, baby, it’s vanilla but… that’s fine. If at ANY point during our little talk here you feel unsafe or you want to stop just say that word. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand.”

He steps forward, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Good girl.”  His fingers trailed down to your shirt, grinning before he roughly ripped it open exposing your bra covered breasts. “Now…I’m only going to ask one more time. Do you…like…being used?”

“I-I-I don’t know. I want t-t-to be.”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise. 

“You said you’re not a virgin, right?”, Steve asked and you shook your head. 

“Aw, Harrington. What she’s telling us is she’s never been fucked properly. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Eddie, that’s right.”

The metalhead rolls his eyes in frustration and takes a few steps back. Steve flips you around and slams your upper body down against the desk, reaching around to unbutton your pants as he pulls them below your ass. You hear the sound of a lighter being closed before the echo of his palm slapping your skin reverberates through the room. 

As a handcuff belt buckle places itself in front of you, the smell of smoke fills the air. 

“Sweetheart, this would go a lot smoother if you just listened and did as you were told.” He bent down on his heels so his face was level with your own. “Yes. What?”

“Yes, Eddie, I’ve never been fucked properly.”

“That’s better.”

Steve’s hand moves to hold your face flat to the wood and your arms reach to claw in front of you. You whine as he spanks you again. “Stop moving!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…” Your apology trails off as the tears start to fall down your cheeks. 

Eddie balances the cigarette between his fingers as he runs his thumb under your eye. The gesture was sweet in contrast and he noticed you begin to settle. His eyes flicked above you and a few moments pass before Steve slides his hand off your head to between your shoulder blades. 

“You said you were afraid of us. Why?”

When you don’t immediately answer he sighs and the other boy delivers two hard slaps to your bottom. Instead of pushing back or fighting underneath the weight of his palm holding you down, you laid still, accepting it. The only movements you made were with your face as you winced at the feeling.

“Why?”, he repeats. 

“Be-be-because of… how you m-m-make me feel.”, you whisper. 

“Did you hear that, Stevie?”, Eddie smirked up at him.

“Just barely but yeah. Y/N, I was there when you shouted at Carol, remember? I know you can speak louder than that.”

Your face scrunched at his words and the metalhead held his chest as he laughed.  “It kills you doesn’t it, princess? To both hate someone AND want them at the same time.”

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted as Steve tugged on your shirt and adjusted you so you were facing him again. “You hate me, Y/N?”

When you took too long, his fingers pinched your cheeks roughly as he tilted forward till his nose was touching yours. “I asked you a question. You fucking answer! Do you hate me?!”

“Yes! You fucking asshole! I hate you!” You defiantly glared at him as you screamed at him. 

“His friends kind of suck. They don’t even know about me. Do they, Harrington?” Eddie snuffed out his cigarette, tossing the butt in the garbage. “I mean it’s fine. I don’t care. What I do find fascinating through is this electricity between you two even though you both hate each other.”

“I don’t hate her.” Your eyelids fluttered at his admission. Why did you torture you with his friends if it wasn’t because he didn’t like you? “If I hated her, I wouldn’t want to make her cum right now.”

Eddie pressed himself to your side as his lips hovered over your ear. “Has anyone ever made you cum before?”

You couldn’t tear your eyes from Steves and you didn’t even both trying. “No. No one has ever made cum.”

“Good girl. See? She’s learning. I knew you were smart.” Eddie’s palm slid along your shoulder, bringing your bra strap down your arm. His fingers, almost delicately, freed one of your breasts from its confine and you panted out a silent moan as the pad of his thumb grazed your nipple. 

“Do you want Steve here to make you cum?”

You couldn’t help it. Your hand wrapped around the back of the other boy’s neck as you brought his lips to yours. The first thing you noticed was how delicious he tasted. You felt like you could orgasm just from this alone. His hands remained still against your hips except for the little twitch of his fingers when your mouths connected. 

Your bliss was short lived as a hand abruptly clung to your neck and violently shoved your back flat to the desk. 

“Did I ask you if you wanted to fucking kiss him?!” You trembled as Eddie angrily shouted in your face. His gripped tightened against your neck for a brief moment before he let go and you turned to the side as you gasped for air. 

“Munson.” The metalhead glanced at Steve realizing quickly the man was gone. His eyes were black with lust and need, practically hyperventilating as his hands dug into your meaty hips. “Jesus fucking Christ. Fine. She said she wanted to be used. I guess we’re doing it this way since someone can’t fucking listen.”

Steve hastily unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants just enough to free his cock before spitting in his hand and stroking it along his length. You gasped as he breached your entrance, giving you no time to adjust to the size of him as he stretched you open. He was much bigger than anyone you had every been with and you cried out as you reached out into the air, grazing your hand along Eddie’s shirt as you grabbed the fabric. 

“How does she feel, Harrington?”

The man’s grunts filled the room as he slammed his hips into yours. “So, fucking tight. My god.” He slowed his pace as he craned his neck to watch between your legs as his dick disappeared inside of you. 

As you continued to moan, you focused on Eddie as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own cock, pumping it with his fist. “Open your mouth, princess.” You did as you were told as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you lips to length. “Good girl. Fuck me…” His teeth bit into his bottom lip as he slowly thrust hips. 

The feeling of you moaning around him causes him to wipe his head towards Steve, watching as the boy pressed rapid circles into your clit. With both of them inside of you, you were quickly hurtling toward that ledge. 

“Yes, pretty girl. Take it. Fuck…your mouth feels amazing.” 

Both boys thrust into at a fast pace, Steve slamming his hips into yours so hard the desk underneath you began to shake. You started to gag and gurgle around Eddie’s cock. 

“Wh-what, baby? You gonna cum? That’s right. Just let go and feel it.”

He pulled himself out from between your lips, continuing to pump himself as he watched you. Your body shook as your back arched and you came.

Steve murmured obscenities under his breath as your pussy clenched around him. 

“God damn. That was so fucking sexy.” The metalhead shoved his cock back into your mouth as they both chased their highs.  

Steve came first, pulling out of you just as he released ropes of his seed on to your stomach. Eddie soon followed, holding your head in his firm grip as he came down your throat.

You laid flat against the desk, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. As you heard them pull up their pants, you half expected them to leave you there having got what they wanted but were startled when you felt a napkin being run along your stomach. 

“Geez. Always so jumpy.” Eddie gripped your arm as he helped you sit up so he could adjust your bra and shirt. “Shit.” You followed his eyes realizing what he did; that when he tore open your shirt a lot of the buttons flew off with it. On impulse you covered your chest with your arms as you tried thinking of excuses to give your mom when you got home. 

While his face furrowed in thought, Steve lifted you off the desk and guided your pants up your legs before buttoning them back up. 

“I got it.”, the metalhead snapped his fingers as he tugged his shirt over his head. Gently, he removed your blouse, handing it the other boy before throwing his own over your head. He smiled in triumph at himself as he walked around you both towards the student desks and put on his leather jacket. 

“Do you drive here or…?”, Steve asked. 

“Yeah, my car is out front.”

“Good. Come on. We’ll walk with you.”

As they started to head for the door, you reached for Eddie’s arm, turning him around, and yanked him to your body as you leaned up to kiss him. It startled him at first but after moment he keened into it as his hands cupped your cheeks. He definitely tasted different than Steve but you still wanted more. You could kiss him all night if he let you. 

After pulling away, you pushed past them and headed for the parking lot, feeling their eyes watch you as they followed. When you guys got to the parking lot, you were thankful for the slight breeze as it cooled your still somewhat sweaty skin. 

There were only three cars remaining; yours, the BMW you assumed was Steve’s, and Eddie’s van. Steve reached across you, cutting you off as he opened the vehicle door for you. You paused for a moment before turning to look at them. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the soft eyes that looked back at you were completely different than what you had experienced these last two days. 

You wanted to say something but weren’t sure what. Thankfully, they understood as Eddie stepped forward, placing his hand on your shoulder as he guided you into your car. 

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

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@sidthedollface2 @luna-munson83 @devilinthepalemoonlite @corrodedcorpses

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[junnieverse]

UNTIL WE'RE 80 ➳ P. SUNGHOON

➙ synopsis: your friend was constantly swooning over her new boyfriend and you realise the honeymoon phase wasn't really in yours and sunghoon's relationship. it was nothing but constant teasing and playfulness but you both knew you would never change anything about it for the world.

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, crack, friends to lovers au

word count: 0.7k

request: [ inspired by this tiktok ] " you and hoon are with your friend who just got into a new relationship and is all like omg he’s so handsome, i love him so much. you and hoon just look at her all weird and say things like “i’d never think of him that way, look at him” cause u guys were friends before dating so it’s just ur dynamic and just being overall playful together but there are still times where you also talk about each other that way. "

warnings: not proofread, alot of teasing and name calling from reader and sunghoon

a/n: here it is anon! I didn't want to make it too long but I think this turned out so cute and pretty funny so thank you for this request angel, enjoy :)

"Oh geez dude, just the sight of you almost burnt my eyes." you tell Sunghoon who entered the room as you covered your eyes.

"Wow, I'm that handsome. My beauty blinded you." he says proudly smiling.

"More like your ugliness. Man what happened to your face." you playfully remark laughing as your friend holds in her laugh.

Ignoring your response, your boyfriend sits down next to you.

"Seriously, he is the cutest guy ever, I can't believe I get to call him my boyfriend." your friend continues to tell you about her new boyfriend.

"He should run for it while he can. I wish I did." sunghoon says side eyeing you. 

"He's amazing honestly. Last time he came over, he got me a bunch of flowers with my favourite snacks and chocolate." she says sighing dreamily.

"I wish I had a boyfriend to do that for me." you playfully respond sneaking a glance at your boyfriend who pinched your thigh as you had your legs over his lap.

Your friend looked between you and Sunghoon before pouting.

"Oh c'mon, you and Sunghoon have the best relationship ever, you're both pretty much the reason I didn't like being single half of the time." she admits to which Sunghoon chuckles.

"Please, Sunghoon? He's not all that, I could do better. I mean look at him lmao."

"If anything I should get a new partner. This one is all smelly and they like clinging to me." he teases you pretending to gag.

Flinging a pillow at him, he successfully dodges it and sticks his tongue out at you.

If anyone else saw the both of you they would think you and Sunghoon were just best friends who enjoyed bantering and teasing each other but you had both actually been dating for years now.

You'd been childhood friends and that soon turned into something romantic.

Having known each other for so long, your relationship dynamic didn't change much, you still enjoyed bickering and being playful, only difference was you did the couple stuff too now, like... dates and being overly affectionate.

"Oh shut up Hoon, I'm doing you a favour by dating you, nobody wanted you. You literally look like a weird frog." you tell him as you made a look of disgust.

Your friend looked between the two of you as you bickered but despite how you were going on roasting each other, your connection was undeniable.

You could make fun of your boyfriend all you wanted but at the end of the day he still brought butterflies to your stomach with his smile alone.

"Frog? Bro you're built like the hunchback of Notre-Dame. Please look at yourself. I'm gorgeous." he retorts winking at you as he complimented himself.

"Look at you, you're a total simp, giving me those heart eyes-" you tease Sunghoon as you laughed at him and your friend joined along.

"Am not! I'm looking at you because you have a fat booger sticking out your nose loser." he defends himself before he attacks you.

Hovering over you, Sunghoon starts tickling you and he was quick to find your weak spots to make you laugh even harder.

"Stop hahaha, I-I can't take it Sunghoon." you try your best to say losing your breath.

He momentarily stops pretending to think, "Hmm... I'll stop on one condition. You give me a kiss."

"What? No way, your breath stinks like butt crack." you tease him before he starts his ruthless attack again.

"O-okay okay fine! I'm sorry, I'll do it!" you surrender and he stops.

Leaning down, you give your boyfriend a quick peck on his lips and your friend clears her throat indicating she was still there.

"Oh you both are completely whipped. I have an entire boyfriend and you still manage to make me feel single once again." she says shaking her head.

"Bros before hoes. How about I dump him and then we can have a girls night!" you suggest giving her a high five as Sunghoon scoffs.

"You know I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." he sits up ruffling your hair messing it up as you slap his hand away.

"Maybe we do have to get rid of our boyfriend's then it'll just be us. No more boys being gross around us!" your friend joins in the playfulness as Sunghoon glares at her.

"Oh you can't get rid of me, I'll be annoying you until we're 80." sunghoon says with an arm around your shoulder before kissing your cheek.

Rolling your eyes at this, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[addisonstars]

"and im going to keep on loving you"

@jegulus-microfic // day 31: lock // 465 words

very very lightly implied nsfw content? blink and you'll miss it

“Well love, this is it.” James says as he walks into their first house. Their house. Our house, James likes the sound of that. “Our house.” 

Regulus walks through the front door taking in the beige walls and ugly couch and is already envisioning how to bring the space to life and make it not just a house, but a home. “Excitement isn't even the right word to describe what I’m feeling right now. I am so much more than just excited.” 

“Me too Reg.” James looks around the house once again, really taking in the space that is theirs now. “It needs a bit of work, but I’m ready.” 

Smiling, Regulus sits down on the crusty couch and orders some food for a little ‘celebratory night.’ “Nothing fancy, but I did manage to snag some champagne.” He says, holding up the bottle he stashed in his tote bag. 

“Perfect.” James leans in to kiss Regulus, but Regulus pulls away. 

“Not so fast love,” he wags his finger at James, “the food will be here in less than 20 minutes, and do you not remember what happened last time we got carried away when we ordered food?” 

“But-” 

“No buts.” 

James nods, albeit a bit disappointed. “Well, at least I can kiss you wherever I want now. No more hiding in bedrooms because Sirius didn’t want to see us.” They both laugh, because they do remember the many nights that James and Regulus would kiss domestically in the kitchen or living room, and Sirius would audibly gag. 

“And, we don’t have to lock our bedroom door at night either.” Regulus smirks. 

“I like the way you think Reggie.” 

Their food comes shortly after, and they pop open the bottle of champagne. Regulus gives James a green light, and James can’t take his hands off of Regulus. It feels a little gross doing it on the dirty couch, so they take it up to the bedroom, where they don’t lock the doors. 

/ / /

Years and years and years later, people would talk about the couple who lived down the street, who were so clearly in love. People would watch the two men adopt a daughter, and foster more than one cat.

People would catch them dancing and kissing and laughing in the rain, and then reading and laying next to each other in the sun. And if you were inside, you could see them baking in the kitchen and having dance parties in their living room to old 70's and 80's music.

They would hear screams of joy when they had their friends over. They also hear the long phone calls at night when one of the two had to be away for work.

But whatever it was people saw and heard, they could feel the love.

well, this is it folks, the end of this little vingette series! i had a lot of fun growing thier realtionship, and kinda watching my verison of them come to life <3 until next time lovlies!!

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[hopefullyitsextensivebule]

The Hair Cut { D.R.W X Reader }

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Reader

Writer's Whining: So ya boi got a nice haircut. *Chopped... was an understatement! I wanted to get first dibs on the occasion. This is very short; sorry about that. Also, this fic is a gift for friend of mine 🩵🩵🩵; you know who you are. Warning(s): Extreme fluff! Word Count: 1.1k+

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You checked Josie's story on Instagram and noticed something about Daniel. He wore a black mesh cap with his visor behind his head while driving. You zoomed in and saw that his hair looked incredibly different. You gasped in shock.

He had cut his hair.

You were surprised, to say the least, considering you had grown used to his curls framing his face in a way that resembled the standard bad boy in an 80s rock band in the days of rock' n' roll. Nonetheless, you were very pleased with what you saw.

He had come back to Nashville that weekend, coming around and hanging out with the boys before he made his way to your home. You were expecting him, so you had let the door open for him to walk through.

"Hey, Y/N!" he said with a chippy tone.

You looked up from your book and smiled up at him. "Hey, you," you say, discarding the book and getting up from the couch, slightly skipping to him and hugging his neck. You were trying to feel just how much he chopped off. There was no way you could tell from another hat blocking your view. Your hands placed themselves right at the nape of his neck and casually felt him. "How are you? How was your trip with your sis?" you ask innocently.

"Oh, it was great!" he said, his face beaming excitedly. He went into detail about how he could catch up with his sister, and you were too busy trying to find out how his hair looked. He still had his hate, so he was covering it. Did it look ugly? Did the sides look too close to the skin? You were asking yourself a million questions while Daniel was still speaking. "How was your weekend?"

"What?" you asked, getting out of your head.

"How was your weekend?" he asked as he migrated to the couch and sat beside your spot.

"Oh… it was good," you lied. Your weekend was okay, but you could have done something better with your time. You had to do laundry and restock the fridge, "did a lot of stuff this weekend, you know?"

Daniel engaged the conversation with a nod, having glanced idly at the state of your home and realized you were fibbing. A washing machine with clothes was about to finish its cycle. "I can tell," he said, wanting you to cop out.

You let out a nervous laugh but had depleted into the couch. "Yeah… it's been a tiring weekend."

"Come on," he said, taking your hand and pulling you up from the couch, "let me take care of you."

You protested, not wanting to burden him with mundane things, even though you needed the help, "no, no, no, please. It would be best if you didn't do that. And you just came back from Kentucky."

"I do, though," he said, taking your other hand, now holding them and rubbing the backs to reassure you, "besides, I miss you."

Your cheeks showed a rosy tint as you didn't expect him to say that. He took you upstairs and laid you down on your bed. "Now, what are your clothes in the washing machine?"

"Just some shirts and pants," you say, feeling embarrassed again, "You don't have to, really—"

"Listen, I'm here now, so just sit back and relax and let Dan the Man handle this stuff," he told you, your face looking deadpan.

"I have never heard you call yourself that in all the time that I've known you," you reply, arms crossed.

"Just go with it."

You heard the ding of the washer catch his ear, to which he left you to tend to the laundry room and get your clothes out. A sigh escaped your lips as you finally relaxed, and within an instant, you fell asleep.

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The scent of delicious food cooking woke you up. You were still trying to get your surroundings, eyes looking around. You turn your head to see the time, realizing a significant gap from when you slept till now. Feet firmly planted on the floor, you walk out of your room and see Daniel in a tank and his shorts, having changed outfits. You rub your eyes and see him without his hat. His hair looked pulled back, a band keeping any flyaways away from the food he put on the table. He looked to his side and saw you. "Look who's awake," he gestured.

"Hey, Daniel," you saw, voice raspy and dry. "What's this?"

"Oh, I thought I'd order some takeout," he said as he made you a plate. "Come and sit."

You sat down and ate the food, feeling more aware of everything. After some light conversation and witty banter, you two finish your dinner and put it away, now residing on the couch. You were very comfortable, your legs across Daniel's as he talked about the silly antics your other friend Josh did. "He's such a goofball."

"He sure is," he said, his hand in his hair.

"Did you cut your hair?" you finally asked, your hand reaching out and going for his hair. Your fingers delved into his dark locks, feeling how soft and silky they looked.

"Yeah, I was kinda waiting for you to mention it," he told you, "the guys like it, but I wanna get your honest opinion."

You felt honored, and so you went to inspect his locks. Your hand fluffed up his hair, parting it side to side, down the middle, tousling it about. Daniel would stifle a giggle, seeing you have too much fun with this. "What's the verdict, judge?"

You soon got up and faced him, straddling his thighs and planting yourself on his lap. Your hands explored his hair more, but as you did, you started to hold onto his face and touch his cheekbones. "It's perfect," you say effortlessly. You leaned down and gave him a peck on his lips. Daniel was caught off guard but chuckled. You peck his lips again, Daniel having reciprocated the kiss.

With each kiss, it intensified.

His hands went to your back and pulled you on top of him, your arms around his neck. He tilted his head to get more access to your luscious mouth. You pulled away momentarily, catching your breath and resting your forehead against his. Daniel leaned in to gently kiss you, still wanting more from you. "So… you like it?' he said, trying to talk, but his voice slurred from being drunk off your kiss.

"Yeah… the hair, I mean," you say, chuckling a little. "And this as well."

"I like this, too," he told you, his hand on your cheek and leaning in to kiss you softly once more, you embracing him once more.

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[niuniente]

Regarding fandoms and comments, I've recently had negative comments that tell me I'm not good and should just quit writing. Well, it worked. I no longer am able to write without it affecting my mental state. People who do the bullying do it to get rid of authors they don't like that doesn't fit their mindset. When does it end? I didn't want it to hurt my mental health and get me to quit, but it did.

People treating each other badly whenever they can never ceases to make me sad.

I try to think the quote "hurt people hurt people" when dealing with negative people. Happy, balanced people, who view others as their equals, have no need to leave negative comments, send hate messages etc. to others just because they can.

Take a little break but don't let anyone stop you from doing what you love! I try to keep this mentality and I always think about how Billy Idol (80's famous singer) just kept pushing forward whenever someone or something said no to him:

When he was a child, he wanted to play a guitar. Parents said "No, you can only play a violin" -> Billy secretly got himself a guitar with 5£ at the age of 9 and learned to play it by himself.

His teenage girlfriend dyed his hair white. Everyone said it looked horrible on him -> Billy kept the white hair and made it his trademark.

He discovered punk and FINALLY managed to put a band together in his late teens. Too bad that London, where he lived, had closed all bars and pubs from punk bands. They weren't legally allowed to play anywhere. -> Billy and a few other guys established their own place for all punk bands, where all where welcome to play.

He went to university to study music. He was bullied and ostracized by other students as he was too weird, too freaky looking and listened to punk instead of jazz -> He was lonely but staid in the school and kept his looks and music taste.

He started to dislike being a band member and wanted to have a solo career. Everyone said you can't make it, you suck, you can't make compose a shit -> Billy decided to start a solo career as Billy Idol anyway.

When he started to get a little footing in the Europe, he decided that he wants to go to USA. It would give him better markets and more chances to succeed. Too bad that Europe's most famous punk band, Sex Pistols, has just epically failed in their attempts to make it in the USA. America hated punk and Billy Idol was nobody compared to Sex Pistols. Everyone called him delusional for having such stupid dreams. -> Billy went to USA anyway

In America, all record labels he went to said the same thing; you will never make it here. You sing punk and we hate it. You sing with British English and we hate it. You look so fucking ugly that no one will come to see you. If you want to succeed here, you need to change your music style for radio friendly stuff, change your accent and change your looks. -> Billy thought that if singing with American accents helps, he does it. Otherwise, fuck you. This is the music he wants to do and this is his style and how he wants to look. -> This decision led him to become super famous. Everyone loved his music and the fucking ugly guy became one of the 80's sex symbols, and his music videos were literally directed to sell with sex to the female audience.

Also, it was told him with dead certainty by many people that your music will never play in radios. EVER. Well, what do you know, his music still plays in the radios, 40 years later :3

So, keep going! Keep writing! There's audience for every single style out there and just because some asshat wasn't impressed, it doesn't mean others wouldn't like your stuff.

I mean, how much emphasis do we want to put into asshats words anyway? Which matters more; some random asshat's feelings or our own joy and inspiration when we do something creative?

#ask niu #creativity

[fleckcmscott]

Frills and Thrills

Summary: A typical night becomes anything but typical.

Words: 1,398

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This piece was inspired by the below behind-the-scenes photo; the cinematography of One From the Heart (thanks, Lawrence Sher!); and this very 80s song. No, I am still not looking forward to the sequel - but I will take a hot Arthur Fleck anytime. 😎 Please enjoy! Special thanks to @sweet-nothings04 for her help and support! A very tardy Christmas piece is on the way!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

"That'll be $43.67."

Arthur counted out the bills in his wallet. Before transferring his three prescriptions to Groves Pharmacy - a brisk nine-minute walk from his Burnley address - he'd called for the beige and blue tablets' prices. With his lack of Gothamcare, he'd hoped they'd be cheaper than at Helms. "Disappointed but not surprised" was that night's journal entry.

He'd try the new insomnia pills first, get a fourteen-day supply of the other two whenever he could. See if a good night's sleep in the bed he was almost used to would encourage positive thoughts, lighten black moods to grey. After all, they'd improved since Y/N. Still there, still a teeter on the edge of an abyss. But with a guide rope in the shape of a woman's hand.

Leaving $2.41 in his pocket, he surrendered exact change. Took the white paper bag with blue lettering. Offered a quiet thanks and sidestepped from the pharmacist's counter.

Y/N waited in the cosmetics section, purse on her shoulder, a passive expression on her face. He recognized the creams on the top shelf, a flicker from when he'd shopped for Penny. The silhouette logo, the black label, the rounded corners of the jar. Anti-wrinkle Oil of Olay, then, when money was too tight, the knock-off poured into her Oil of Olay jar. His subtle subterfuge had gone undetected. Wrinkles continued to form in the usual fashion. He'd continued to save a quarter and make the swap.

As Y/N picked up a pink compact, Arthur slinked behind her to speak in her ear. "You're already pretty."

Giggling, she hung the rouge in its spot between concealer and cream foundation. "You make me blush enough already. Did you get what you needed?"

A crooked half-smile. "I think so." He entwined their fingers and started towards the exit, an attempt to halt any further questions that might lead to med and money talk.

Aisle three's endcap had an Easter display, a thousand plastic wrappers crying out for attention. Jolly Jack chocolate bunnies and Cadbury mini-eggs, pastel baskets and cellophane grass. The plush baby chicks were awfully cute, perfect the kids at the children's clinic. He'd jot a reminder to come back after the holiday, grab some plastic eggs and props at half price.

"My parents used to dress us up and take us to our grandparents for a picnic and Easter egg hunt," Y/N said, crouching to browse a set of die cut decorations. "Do you want to do anything for Easter?"

In spite of his mother watching a televised mass and sharing a bag of jellybeans, the day hadn't ever been personal. The Fleck household was anathema to miracles. Even with the miracle he was currently living, he had no desire to celebrate a victory he didn't believe in. "No. Why?"

"You've got a heavy eye on the Peeps - my little sister likes to put them in cocoa. And I thought you were Catholic. Or at least raised Catholic, with all the prayer candles and icons in your apartment."

The answer came firmer than intended. "Those were Penny's."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. You wouldn't have hung a Madonna over the bed. I bet you weren't responsible for that ugly cat candle, either."

Snorting, he rolled his eyes, recalling all he times he'd dusted his mother's knickknacks. The sculpted candles were the worst. They'd developed a weird film sticker than nicotine stains, and grime stuck in every crevice. On bad days he'd been tempted to throw them out. On good days he'd care for them, because Penny loved them so. Inklings of whimsy in a life of indifference.

The never indifferent woman at his side rose to walk with him. Grove's automatic doors opened and they spilled onto the busy sidewalk.

Two blocks up, a light sprinkling began, lent the pavement a velveteen sheen. With each step that sprinkling grew heavier. From a drizzle to a patter to an outright shower. Puddles formed beneath their feet, threatening shoe seams with leaks. Arthur crumpled his paper bag, shoved it in his tan jacket's pocket, and jerked his hood over his head.

The toe of Y/N's kitten heel skidded past a pool as she hopped to the right. "The weather report didn't mention rain!" she cried, ambles escalating to a jog.

A fierce gust sent sheets of water sideways, whipped the hem of her pleated skirt to flash her thighs. Arthur looped his arm through hers, pulled her into an alley to take refuge under the canary, corner awning of Mott's Spirits. Cigarette smoke drifted from the crowd gathered along the storefront. Her wrinkled nose kept him from lighting up himself.

She gathered the collar of her wool coat. "Well, I'd like us to do something small, if that's all right. It's been years since I've celebrated anything, really. I want to put all that behind me again, like last Christmas. Easter Parade's playing at the Majestic this week. I haven't seen it but the summary sounded like you. A song-and-dance romantic classic."

How could he argue with the sweetness of her reasoning? That he was the reason she wanted to celebrate? He gave a little nod. "I think Tuesdays are half price."

Just then, a bell rang out, crisp and clear despite the downpour. A bicycle messenger sped their way, a dozen plastic bags hanging from the ten-speed's handles. Arthur darted in front of Y/N, sought to protect her from the incoming splash. She yanked him tighter, out of the menace's path.

But it was no use. Muddled water pelted the back of his trousers, liquid ice soaked through white socks. He jolted to his tiptoes, teeth clenched against the stinging cold.

Y/N bent to survey the damage. A groan left her, which quickly became a laugh. "What an asshole," she said, then laughed all the harder. The warmth of it loosened his stance, and he found he had no choice but to join in. She settled back against the shop's window, stuck out her lower lip to blow a damp lock of hair from her forehead. The lock remained in place. "If only I'd had my umbrella."

Neon light from a Gotham Lottery sign spilled across her face. "Winners aren't born. They're made!" was the lotto's slogan, and Arthur had finally found a winning ticket. Orange accentuated the tawny flecks of her irises, rounded the curves of her cheeks. A perfect frame even an imagination as vivid as his couldn't improve.

A drop trickled down his scalp, skimmed the side of his neck, sneaked beneath his collar. He'd caught Easter Parade on television years ago. Studied Astaire's steps, how he'd slipped a diamond ring on the leading lady's finger. What would Y/N look like, Arthur wondered, in a lace bonnet, its ribbons tied under her chin? A hat he could loosen while they kissed, hold as a shield against prying eyes?

A couple of swells like them would make a beautiful pair, better than any Vanderbilt or Wayne.

When his thumb traced her jaw, her full lips parted, as if about to ask for a dance. Dark brows raised, her pupils dilated, full of unquenchable life. The affection in them, the openness. The caring curiosity and eager readiness to accept all of him made him tremble. Her love felt like rain on his skin, and for once he understood why someone might sing in it.

He leaned closer, until her breath brushed his lips. "Kiss me."

Her arms wound about him in an instant, a sudden, welcome pressure on his ribs. He cupped her face. Guiding, following, bracing. Their mouths a messy collision of desire and devotion and dreams. Her frame vibrated against his, the pulse under his fingertips beating to the rhythm of his heart.

At last, a wave of giggles broke them apart. Arthur pushed himself to stretch beyond his shy nature towards the forward, confident instinct he was learning to polish. His eyes flitted between hers, a demure smile adorning his cheeks. "I'd like to make love, if you wouldn't mind."

The blush he caused so easily crept across her face anew. "Last one home is on top," she said, and pressed the tip of her nose to his. "Give me a head start."

With that, Y/N held her purse horizontally above her head and sprinted into the deluge.

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[blues824]

Hello I was wondering can I request the obey me brothers with a s/o who is like Bayonetta she’s a witch who can control time used guns and other things as weapons and she’s able to summon demons using her hair

On the Wiki for Bayonetta, there is a lot, so I’ll be keeping it strictly to the request. I also looked around and couldn’t find how exactly she summons the demons through her hair.

Lucifer

He’s very impressed by your abilities. There’s not a lot of humans that can do any of the things you do. Hell (see what I did there?), there’s not even a lot of demons who could do half the things you are able to.

You are literally able to speed yourself up. He appreciates the way you use that power, too. When one of his brothers is about to do something super crazy and destructive, you are able to stop them for him and that reduces his stress by a lot. Plus, the way you both carry yourselves so elegantly just goes so perfectly.

A while ago, the House of Lamentation went out to go airsofting and he was on your team along with Beel and Asmo. He noticed how you didn’t need any instructions and easily got the other team out in a matter of seconds. Not just that, but the way you held the gun made it seem as though you’ve been doing it for years. 

In one of the multiple times where he comes close to killing you, he hears the words you chant and how you summon a demon through your hair. This demon was much more powerful than any he has ever seen, and he realized that this demon was much different than those you would find in the Devildom. It was one of the few times where he was genuinely scared about how powerful you are.

Mammon

Is most definitely scared of you. He has seen your power, he can even feel it from just standing next to you. No one he has ever met, not even any of the witches, has ever had that much power. But also, you’re a witch, so he’s terrified.

He would try and get you to use your power to speed yourself up while he’s gambling. He tries to tell you that you would get a split of the winnings (man thinks 80/20 is fair) but you refuse because you’re smart. Instead, you aid his opponent to get your point across.

In the airsoft outing that the HoL did, he was on the opposing team. He was out in the first 5 seconds because of you. He threw a fit, but took a minute to realize that you had precise aim and a good handle on the airsoft gun. Not just that, but you held yourself with elegance and grace, without remorse at your actions.

During one of the many times where he threatened you, you got sick of it. You decided to teach him a lesson. You summoned Madama Butterfly, and Mammon was scared shitless. Everyone could feel the power and the link between the two of you, and the second-born knew that he was no match for either of you.

Leviathan

You remind him of the human-world RPG game! He will admire you from afar because he thinks that you’re just so freaking cool. However, he knows not to get on your bad side. He can feel the power radiating off of you.

Because he hasn’t caused you too much trouble, you help him with getting the stuff he wants online. You’re able to speed yourself up, so you get the item he wants the quickest. He always makes sure to get you something you need in return.

In the airsofting outing, he was on the opposing team. He thinks he is going to do fairly well considering all the shooting games he plays. Imagine his surprise and anger when he was out in the first few seconds. He turned and saw you, having a good grasp on the weapon.

He was livid. He brought out his demon form and everything. You smirked and brought out Madama Butterfly. That made Levi falter because he could sense the raw power coming from the two of you. He knows that he would never even come close to trying to kill you, so he admitted defeat before things got ugly.

Satan

He’s intrigued. He has never met a human who has as much power as you do before. He would ask a few questions here and there about your abilities and what kind of witch you are and the properties associated with your clan.

He hasn’t caused you much trouble either, you help him get the books he wants first. He will pay you back by taking you out to your favorite places. A little birdie told him that you like lollipops~ You both make quite the elegant couple, I add. On the way to a candy shop or a bookstore, everyone stops and stares because of how graceful you two are.

In the airsoft outing, he is assigned to the opposing team. He figures that it’s best if he hides rather than go on the offense. After all, someone with your skill would be able to get him out very quickly. He might as well not have put in the effort because you were easily able to find him anyway.

He was so unfathomably angry that he broke out into his demon form. You, finding it amusing, decided to bring Madama Butterfly to come out and play. Now, Satan knew that it was useless to even attempt to fight, but he was blinded by rage. He charged but was easily swept to the side and into the wall. You knelt over him and smirked, asking if he was done with his little tantrum yet.

Asmodeus

You’re so beautiful, Y/N~ is probably the first thing he said to you when he first met you. He was immediately swooning to see someone so beautiful, and so powerful. He could feel the magic surging through your body.

He would also be grateful for your speeding-up abilities because now it would cause less stress on him to know that his older brother Mammon isn’t out and about making a mess of everything like he always does.

In the airsofting outing, he is placed on the same team as you. He was worried about getting bruises on his beautiful skin when he heard the overhead announcement that your team won. He was confused until he saw you walking back with a smug smirk on your face.

He remembers the time where Lucifer lashed out and almost killed you when you defended Luke and Beel. He was pleading with his oldest brother not to when he saw you smiling and in a fighting position next to a demon who looked like a butterfly. He was shocked because he could feel the raw power coming off of you and said demon, but Lucifer looked shocked and even a bit scared. It was then Asmo realized that you might be more powerful than the Demon King.

Beelzebub

He honestly didn’t really care at first, but then he was hit by a concerning sense of overwhelming power coming from somewhere in the room. He hadn’t felt it until you arrived, so he put two and two together.

I feel like he would joke about you using your ability to get him some food, but he doesn’t want to use you for your ability. You do it for him anyway on occasions, like if he wins a Fangol game or if he does particularly well during a workout.

In the airsoft outing, he is placed on the same team as you. He’s happy that he’s paired up with you, but he thinks that you don’t stand a chance against someone like Leviathan. However, when he hears the overhead announcement that your team won in a matter of seconds, he turns and sees you smirking and flicking some of your hair over your shoulder.

Some of his brothers that were on the other team were very angry, so they came charging at you in anger. He was about to step in when he saw you standing next to another demon. The overwhelming feeling he got when you first arrived in the Devildom came flooding back, and he felt like he was going to pass out. Then, in seconds, the brothers who attacked you were on their backs, groaning in pain. He was shocked that you would do such a thing.

Belphegor

He most definitely didn’t care about you the first time he met you. However, he knew that you weren’t easily manipulatable. You were able to see right through him, actually. Plus, this is when he noticed the power you radiated. It was unlike anything he’s ever seen before.

He would be kind of jealous over the abilities you have, but especially the one that allows you to speed yourself up. He wouldn’t be locked up if he had that ability, after all. However, he knows that it isn’t the extent of your abilities.

In the airsoft outing, he is placed on the opposing team. He didn’t want to be there in the first place. He was low-key relieved when he felt the shot. Sure, it hurt a little, but that meant that he could sleep away the round. His brothers didn’t seem to see the same picture because they were angry. Satan and Levi were both in their demon forms and charging at you. However, he noticed that there was another demon standing next to you. One much more powerful. In a matter of milliseconds, the two were on the floor with the wind knocked out of them. You knelt above one of them while looking at the other, tauntingly asking them if they were finished with their fits. He had to hold back a small chuckle.

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[words-after-midnight]

Find the Word

Thank you to @bluberimufim for the tag!

Soft-tagging @mjjune, @k-v-briarwood, @winterandwords, @sam-glade, @calicoy + anyone else who wants to!

My words were dangerous, rain, knowledge, skip.

Yours are happy, low, brisk, phone.

These are all from Life in Black and White.

Dangerous

One thing I’ve learned about him over time? His chronic boredom is potentially dangerous. Potentially dangerous, and so pathological that if anti-boredom medication existed, he’d be maxed out.

We're out in the sparsely wooded area that lines the backyard beyond the house gates. I was a little nervous we’d get caught, but he assured me no one ever comes out here, other than him - and sometimes two of his roommates, Tom and Kyle. No one will get in our business.

Rain

It started out as a day like any other at Silverwood, I remember - mid-September, 2001, nothing out of the ordinary. Hadn’t been a cloud in the sky all day, but then, as evening faded into night, it began to rain torrentially – harder than it had in a long time, from what I can recall, and with gusts of wind in the vicinity of 80 or so klicks. Maybe even 90.

Jeff sat at the window seat near the front entrance – peering out the window, gleeful, like a child watching fireworks. “You think that ugly ass parasol on Linda Peacock’s balcony’s gonna go?”

Knowledge

He chuckles into my chest. “Have you ever considered you might not know me as well as you think?”

“No,” I say, and with conviction. “I know you better than anyone. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says, with a nearly mocking laugh that infuriates me, that makes the monster buried within me want to squeeze him tight enough to break. A sharp prickle of fear and guilt tickles my spine. I reassure myself with the knowledge that that’s all in the past, that it’s buried far too deep within me now to know its way back to the surface. He brings me back out of myself, adding, “I’m not fucking damaged. I don’t know why you want to think I’m weak.”

“I never said any of that,” I say firmly. “Come on. You can’t actually think I believe that.”

“You do believe it.”

Skip (skipping)

Once upon a time, on May 24th, 2000, an old silver van was violently T-boned by a Ford pick-up truck speeding through a red light at a minor intersection downtown. Apparently, the driver got distracted trying to figure out why the fuck his brand new CD was skipping. That CD caused two deaths, two injuries, and a ton of pissed off drivers. The first casualty was the driver of the pick-up truck, carrying two passengers who - luckily - survived. The second casualty was my mother, who, at the time, was on her way to pick me up from my support group session at the hospital.

Long story short, that’s why I’m in family therapy right now.

#libaw #tag game #writing #snippet #writeblr

[rosewood-writes-and-reviews]

Street Fighter 6 Story Review:

After this and Akuma’s release, I am going to review World Tour Mode. Spoilers, I’m gonna be pretty harsh with World Tour and the rest of this game. Every character will get a TL:DR breakdown of their storylines because I don’t want this review being longer than it’s already gonna be.

The only stories that I will not be counting are the DLC character stories because as of the date of this review, I only have Ed. If I get the rest of the DLC after Akuma gets released, then they will have their own review post, but for now, it’s just the base game roster. The stories with a heart (❤️) next to it are my favorites.

Luke: Luke’s story begins with him introducing himself and wanting to meet new people during his street fighting journey. He thinks he’s still the same young punk he was before he joined the military briefly. Luke’s story is about him fighting on his own terms.

Jamie: Nothing special, the usual Jamie being the protector of his city, beating up gangs and thugs, and arguing with Luke.

Manon: Hates being called “strong” as it is a trigger for her due to her mother abandoning her and not having friends due to her being amazing at judo. She also does this thing that I also do whenever I am having a bad day where she says she’s “fine” but she’s not. Marisa is the first and only person who genuinely compliments and praises Manon’s strength. ❤️

Kimberly: A young 80’s aesthetic loving ninja who is investigating her uncle’s death. Runs into JP. ❤️

Marisa: We see Manon vs Marisa from Marisa’s perspective as she proudly talks about her history and of course, more lesbian subtext between the two. ❤️

Lily: She is a part of the Thunderfoot tribe and travels a lot as she is the most curious fighter. She runs into Dhalsim.

JP: This villain is so good because there are people that are just like JP in real life. Not to mention that he is the king of gaslighting and manipulation. If there is one symbol that is more fitting for him, it would be a chess piece. ❤️

Juri: She is having trouble moving on and feels like she has no other purpose in life other than her now one-sided rivalry with Chun-Li, and it looks like Chun-Li’s words did have an affect on her at the end of her story. ❤️

Deejay: If you’re looking for the definition of chill, Deejay will be used as an example picture. Kimberly acts as his inspiration for his newest song.

Cammy: She is investigating the reminents of Shadaloo, and runs into JP. JP gets away, and Cammy is more determined than ever to find more information about Shadaloo, because like a cockroach, Shadaloo just won’t die completely. ❤️

Ryu: In the usual Ryu fashion, Ryu seeks more strength and looks to fight other fighters with unique abilities. Luke wanted to get a picture with him, but the closest he got was an awesome shot of Ryu being his usual heroic neutral self walking away from the fight with Luke.

E. Honda (Bear Hugger): E. Honda wants to open up a new sumo themed restaurant, and the Manon boss fight he has is actually a flashback fight of him trying to open up his restaurant in France where the temporary amusement park is, but Manon gives him better advice for his restaurant. Hence why his restaurant is in Urban Park.

Blanka: He becomes great friends with Lily and remains champion of the jungle like the ugly cute creature he is.

Guile: Guile learns that Ken has not been the same since the incident in Nayshall, and in his ending, he tries convincing Ken to go back to his family and if you remember his conversations in World Tour, he doesn’t want Ken to repeat the same mistakes with his family like he did. ❤️

Ken: Ken is framed for being a terrorist and is now in hiding even after his innocence was proven. I know others beat me to it, but I think this is gonna be the start of Violent Ken. Whether he will appear by Capcom pulling a SF5 season 2 and makes SF6 season 2, or we get SF7, we will definitely be getting that dark side of Ken.❤️

Chun-Li: We see Chun-Li living her best life semi-retired, but thanks to Juri Han, she learns that taking down Shadaloo isn’t that easy, as there are still more things going on with Shadaloo, even though M. Bison is dead. ❤️

Zangief: He mistakes Marisa’s want for a romantic partner for a tag team fighting partner, and he clumsily makes an excuse as to why he can’t. Marisa is a graceful person when it comes to losing and being rejected. ❤️

Dhalsim: Dhalsim being the usual freaky yoga contortionist he is gives Lily some enlightenment.

What are the best stories from Arcade Mode?

The top 5:

1. Juri.

2. Ken

3. JP

4. Guile

5. Kimberly

These five are the best stories as it focuses on the aftermath of Shadaloo’s downfall, which is the best storyline of SF4-SF6’s timeline so far.

My least favorite stories are Lily and Jamie because they’re not the most interesting characters in my opinion, nor were their stories interesting to me. Plus, I’m pretty indifferent towards these two.

Is playing Story mode worth your time?

In my opinion, if you haven’t played Street Fighter in a long time (the last time I personally played Street Fighter I only played SFII) or you’re new to the franchise, the story is definitely worth your time.

In my case, I want to analyze characters like the roster in SF6 and I am going to review the rest of this game, so playing Story Mode was definitely worth it for me. Plus, it doesn’t waste my time like what World Tour did.

So if you want to experience/re-experience SF6’s story, play Arcade Mode’s Story.

I will have a lot more to say about World Tour mode, but as of right now, Akuma hasn’t been released yet, so I can’t fully express my opinion on World Tour as a whole yet.

Conclusion:

In short, the story of Street Fighter 6 is an interesting one from what I have seen as someone whose first experience with Street Fighter was Street Fighter II, so I can’t speak for anyone else who played more of the other games.

I will say that the Arcade Mode Story is better than World Tour’s story. Hopefully it gets better in the Turbo/Ultra/Champion/Whatever Edition of SF6.

#street fighter #street fighter 6 #sf6 #video games #review #gaming review #video game review #Capcom

[beautifulrebelglitterwitch]

I am luxurious.

I was in Drama Club in high school. In the spring we always did a musical. Junior year we did Oklahoma. Tony was a very good looking senior boy, who looked like a man. He had a beautiful baritone voice. He had one of the lead the parts, the good guy as opposed to Curly, the bad guy. We were friends, we had classes together and were in Choir together. One rehearsal, during a break, myself and a bunch of other girls were sitting in the auditorium seats and were talking. Tony took it upon himself to come up to us and, UNSOLICITED, gave his opinion on our looks. It went some thing like this, pointing to each girl, pretty, pretty beautiful, pretty, pretty, beautiful, beautiful and then he got to me, last, and paused (too long in my mind) and I knew it was going to bad. He said you’re cute shrugged and walked away. It was some kind of fucked up misogynistic version of duck duck goose. No one seemed bothered. Of course not, they were pretty and beautiful. In that moment 2 things simultaneously happened in my 16 year old is brain. 1. I instantly hated the word cute and 2. Fat girls can’t be pretty or beautiful. I carried that second belief far too long. The truth for me today is that I still absolutely hate the word cute in relation to anything about me and of course, fat girls are pretty and beautiful and even cute. How ludicrous to believe otherwise. I never spoke to him again. I ignored him unless a teacher made me talk to him and oh boy did he notice and not like that. It’s like I knew what he did was wrong, but didn’t have the voice or tools to confront him so I retreated and pretended he didn’t exist. He was the first of many until I found my voice.

I never thought I was ugly, but if you asked me I couldn’t tell you that I was pretty or beautiful or even barf, cute. I just knew I wasn’t the ugliest person in any given room. Its incredibly hard to hear a compliment, even today, but I can say thank you with grace even if I don’t believe it.

In my 20’s I was so in love with one of my best friends and the relationship was so confusing because we did so many intimate things outside of a friendship, but nothing sexual. I was talking with another friend about it and he said maybe you aren’t enough, maybe you’re only 80% of what he wants and 20% of what he doesn’t, and gave the example the 20% was of how I looked. The craziest part of this conversation is I BELIEVED HIM. I added it to my pile of lies that I believed and carried that lie way too long as well. I think back and maybe I wasn’t what my friend wanted, we were just meant to have this incredible intense relationship that made us better people. That’s different than not being enough, there is a nuance missing in his comment. Also, I am not friends with that person any longer and not even for that reason and the boy I loved is still my friend and has a beautiful family and I adore him in a completely nostalgic way.

I don’t believe any of these things anymore. Also, If someone tells you that you aren’t enough or you’re too much don’t believe a single thing they say. I am human, I have good body days and bad body days. I know I have come so far in how I look at and feel about my myself. I know my assets (curly hair, full lips, tits and ass). I used my daily moisturizing routine to learn to love different places on my body to enjoy.

Listening to the audios My Venus I and II on Quinn (if you know, you know. If you don’t GO NOW life changing) Dr Rapture celebrated gay girls in a way I have never heard before in my life. At one point he says your fat is luxurious. It was like a fucking revelation. Like can I be luxurious? I fell asleep thinking I am never going to accept anything less than someone who feels that way about me. It was such a beautiful thought bomb dropped on me that even still I will be doing something so mundane like the dishes and my brain will be like Hey! Guess what, your fat is luxurious! and I’ll be like Oh,that’s fucking right! I can’t even imagine if I had heard that sooner how I would feel about myself. But maybe I wouldn’t have heard it how I did. Maybe it was meant for me in that exact moment. But I am forever grateful to have heard those words, whether written in truth or creatively or in creative truth ( I talked to him about it’s how he truly feels which is another fucking revelation that men like him exist) I love that he used the word fat in both audios. It’s an adjective. All the words people come up to soften the blow of being called fat are all adjectives, but really put women in an invisible hierarchy against one another. I am curvy and fat and kind and smart and funny and empathetic and you get it, adjectives. Words fucking matter. I’m such a geek for words and how they are used, for good and evil. I love when they express something you couldn’t or express something you didn’t even know you needed.

I have this habit when I get in bed, I have to put my left hand in my pajamas bottoms and touch my upper thigh. It’s an anxiety thing, focusing on my skin on skin. But if I move just a few inches to the right there is a spot, the juncture if my hip, upper thigh and belly. It’s so soft and so sensitive and a secret for only special people to know about. I wouldn’t have known it was even there if I hadn’t been trying to love on all the parts of me.

That spot, it’s fucking luxurious.

#writing #memories #fat #venus #luxurious #curvy #beautiful #pretty #cute

[megbonney]

this year has felt way too fast because i realise for 80% of it i was getting mentally rotted by men. let's do a wrapped (of the ones i haven't forgotten).

EBF: first bf for like 2 years. i cut off my best friend under his influence. tried to convince me they were grooming me. tried to convince me i wasn't genderfluid. tried to get his therapist to therapise me. tried to get me to see a therapist. dropped out of school and had virtually no ambition. i had to pretend to be straight infront of his friends. accused me of cheating on him with one of said friends. i felt like he was cheating on me with my "friend" at the time. i had no one besides him. he was attached to me like a parasite and i hated it. dumped him. couldn't handle just staying friends. also killed my self image. went celibate after. oh and he went thru my dms bc that's totally normal. cancer man. 2. RICHIE RICH: was into him during "friends" stage with EBF. met on ow but never really played together. went to a private roman catholic school. led me on. sent me music recs but they were too indie for my teen angst at the time. "friend" made me let her follow him bc she's weird. he didn't see anything wrong with it despite my discomfort. got sick of it bc he was stringing me on and blocked me for being upset. also was confused as to why i wasn't able to go shopping every wknd and didn't understand why i wanted a job bc he was privileged and had an allowance. i tried to meet up but he folded. followed me back on insta 2 or so weeks ago. we haven't spoken. goofy 3. COWORKER: met at first shift. i called him pretty bc that's the only word to rlly describe him and he told other coworkers i tried to ask him out. shorter than me. played war thunder. was really sweet at first. suddenly had coworkers asking if i'd date him. realised he was running his mouth. we watched fury and bladerunner 2077 together. began going dry after i told him i was moving. started being a dickhead. started telling coworkers i was a lesbian. i tried to sort it out but he tried to gaslight me about it. i think he quit atp. good riddance 3. NARC: 23 or 21 yr old man idk. bastion main. had a gf i didn't know abt. treated me like a gf. had an entire fake life. claimed to be a "narcissist and compulsive liar." talked abt his ex the entire time. very degrading. i found his ig and he was actually ugly af. only good thing was that he wasn't codependent. ghosted him after he went dry on me when i got my period. msged his gf and it's been like a month or two without a response. he bought me nitro tho so that was sick. 4. FURRY: was friends with him at the same time as NARC. he also knew about COWORKER because it was roughly right as we met. wanted to be a musician and twitch streamer. 19. balding. had a mommy kink but tried to make me sub. gained feelings for me. i friendzoned him. then he tried to say he was in love a week later. he was parasite #2. friends with MANCHILD. double texted all the time. gooner. cut him off. tried to create tension between fig and i. into the weirdest shit i've ever seen. objectified me. genuinely liked oliver tree. also bought me nitro. 5. MANCHILD: turned 20 like last week. had a gf. never hung out with her. spent everyday hanging out with fig and i. was too stupid so him and fig argued often. tried to make me mediate. most stressful time of yr. i bought him 2 games and he lied to his gf about where he got them from. he also lied about why he got rdr2. backseat gamed everything. whiny. asked me how many fingers i could fit on vc at 2am. also asked me if i'd ever have a 4sum with fig . is now insisting i trapped him because i told people about what happened. 6. CURRENTLY: nothing! i probs forgot some things but a funny thing to note was that i know every guy on this lists' names and most info about them. it was also hard because i wanted to keep all of them approx the same length. happy 2023 ?

[fishwear]

wip wednesday (except its thursday shhh)

tagged by the extremely cool @hellsfireclub

Rules:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post.

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post

wips (ones that i want to work on):

st being human au

ronance meet ugly werewolf fic

stuck in the upside down rip nancy au

Snippet (from st being human au):

Eddie swipes a finger across the bannister and inspects the thick dust coating his finger. He looks pointedly at Nancy, “When I said we should start living normal lives again, I did not mean moving into middle suburbia in Bumfuck, Indiana.”

“Listen It's homey, it's got three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and yeah the decor is a little-”

“-it looks like someone vomited up a 80s interior design catalogue in here, and I should know I’m from the 80s, Nancy.”

“Its charming! And it's a good location too, not far from the woods, and the main thing, the rent is super god-damn cheap,” She waggles her pointer finger at him, “So you are not blowing this for me Munson”

He raises his hands in surrender, “I’m not going to be blowing anyone in this mess, don't you worry, Wheeler.”

Nancy rolls her eyes fondly.

alrighty! im not super sure who to tag, but feel free to join in if you wanna :)

#wip wendesday #my writing #writing wip #stranger things #robin buckley #eddie munson #ronance #nancy wheeler #turns out how to effectively kill your writers block is to vibe super hard in the shower #tag game

[alan-duarte]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Pines PARTIES: Alan Duarte & Tobias Greene (x and x) SUMMARY: A picnic in the woods. CONTENT WARNINGS: murder

He was familiar with the area. He had roamed it first as a human. His father was particularly fond of going on long hikes, and Alan now thought to himself that it was a damn miracle his old man was still alive with those sorts of bad habits. If he focused, he could recall his father with hiking shoes tightly laced on, a hideous pair of bright yellow shorts and one of those graphic shirts the 80s were so fond of, skipping ahead of him and his siblings, encouraging them all to keep up. He may have been a short man, he could finish 2 hours long hikes at least half an hour early, and no one managed to beat him at this game. “Vamonos Duartes !” Further behind, their mother would follow. Alan realized much later that she wasn’t a slow hiker, but that she simply refused to let one of her children stray from the path. Maybe was she the reason why his father was still alive. Bless her soul.

A nostalgic smile grew on his face though it faded as the sound of leaves being stepped on reached his ears. He could hear one heartbeat, and the sound of someone who was a bit out of breath. Not too happy with steep climbs, huh? The guy was early. Alan expected that. He had been waiting up here for a bit now, with nothing but his thoughts to pass the time. It wasn’t often that he got to do that. He told himself he should do it more often, but he knew deep down already that he wouldn’t. It was a nice thought to entertain.

There was a chance the other would show up here with a weapon, but Alan expected they’d want to at least have a chat with the guy who had the guts to threaten them first. To be sure, the realtor called out “put your hands above your head, starting now,” he should have brought a weapon of his own, but Alan had a last resort plan instead, and a change of clothes in a bag not far from here.

His brown eyes, usually warm, seemed to have lost their usual quality, and looked more like an uninviting cup of cold coffee now, the creases at the corners of his eyes accentuating the severity of the moment. He looked a bit tired too but managed to bite back the urge to yawn.

“You’re a fucking stubborn bastard, ain’t ya,” Tobias Greene laughed as he recognized Alan. It wasn’t a pleasant sound. It resembled a dog barking, one of those large, terrifying dogs. In another context, Alan might have told him not to fucking give tinnitus to the whole place like that, but it wasn’t that sort of setting, was it.

 “I must admit, I wasn’t looking for that. It would have been a lot simpler if you had a thing for dressing like a fluffy mascot or cheating on your wife. Debts,” Alan bit on the tip of his tongue. Some of these were more common than the other, of course.

A day ago, he had left one of Emilio’s photographs in the man’s mailbox with coordinates and a meeting hour. The word alone had been scribbled on as well. It seemed the other respected that wish. Alan couldn’t hear another heartbeat around, except for the fast-paced ones of birds. “I don’t give a shit about what it is you do, I just want your property, and I’m still willing to be generous about it,” because this asshole owned the last apartment in a building that was entirely Alan’s property otherwise, and he wanted to tear the building down. It was too small as well as damn fucking ugly. You didn’t gentrify a neighborhood with that sort of aesthetic.

“That’s it? You made me climb the whole fu-” Alan’s shoulders tensed, and Tobias’ hideous laughter resonated again in the valley. He didn’t like that man at all, yet he smiled. “You said it yourself, I’m a stubborn bastard,” his tone was humorless, and hands on his hips, Alan walked around the small clearing, studying the other. Sure, that guy had dealt with a lot worse bastards than a local businessman, but he didn’t seem one bit stressed by the encounter, and as Alan moved, he didn’t lock his eyes on him. That wasn’t right. His eyebrows furrowed. What was going on in that guy’s head that kept his heart beating so steadily?

In the distance, Alan heard the sound of twigs being stepped on, giving in under the weight of someone.

Eyes grew round. His eyes. Tobias’ eyes. They must have had the exact same thing going through their mind : he's not alone. But while Tobias reached down for his weapon, any sense of sentience had been thrown out of the window and Alan's shift into a beast painfully began.

Pain. Screaming. Red, white. Screaming. Copper on his tongue, warmth in his throat, warmth in his chest. Bang. Pain. Blood. The void. The darkness. Cold.

#wickedswriting #murder tw #solo #under blue moon threads

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake's podcast - Animals

Published 2020-11-05, but likely already podcast before that time, another one i'm almost 99.9% sure i did a post or something about once, but it's lost in the mists of Tumblr

All songs about animals, in many shapes and forms.

As we all know (0h11), Flake is a cat-person, has had many cats in his life, and at the time has a cat that not only likes to be petted, but also pets you back (don't know if it's the cat in this photo, but this is definitely one of Flake's cats...)

Dogs though (0h17)...not so much... Why? Because they poop, they bark (loud!), they smell and they bite (Flake has been bitten twice by a dog, so he knows).

A couple short band anecdotes in this podcast, (at 0h50) after "This is not a love song" by PIL (which is a long song, musicians freewheeling away), Flake is reminded of his early bandlife when he was young, and at rehearsals sometimes one or the other got so excited playing they just didn't want to quit. The others would suggest getting some food, or a drink, but eventually got their instruments again and just played along. Playing music just for the fun of it ❤️

And at 1h32, playing a song by 'Ugly Kid Joe', Flake mentions Feeling B met that US band when they went on a trip to the USA in 1993, the 5 of them (4 man band and soundman), but all the motels they slept in only had rooms for 4 people. So they would go to check in in the motel with 4, and later the 5th guy would sneak in the room and share a bed with one of the others (fanfic potential right? 😊). Together in the motelroom, they'd watch MTV, when MTV still played music (yes, *that* long ago 🌺).

For fans of GDR music, Flake also plays two songs of bands he knew in the 80's, at 1h12 AB Geige with a song about a mosquito ('Mücke' in german), and at 1h24 'Käfer auf’m Blatt' (Beetle on a leaf) by Chicorée, this band was (like Feeling B and Die Firma) also in the documentary 'Flüstern und SCHREIEN', but in the proces of taping that film, the band dissolved.

The most poignant song of the day (and also the reason why i'm almost sure i did a post earlier 😊) is at 0h51 'Komm großer schwarzer Vogel' by Ludwig Hirsch, a delicate sounding song, but with a rather morbid and uncomfortable text. An Austrian radiostation once banned this song being played after 22 o'clock in the evening, out of fear listeners would become suicidal by it. Maybe even more poignant is that Ludwig Hirsch himself, indeed ended up killing himself 😥

To not bring you down by that heavy bit, i'll finish with a story about Flake as a kid:

Flake first song by himself (1h12) was also about an animal, by the way: a mosquito. When he was a kid, his family had a sort of allotment garden (don't know if it's the right word), a little outside of Berlin, where they would go on friday after school, and on sunday they'd return to Berlin. Big city boy Flake would only have to set foot in the garden, and a whole swarm of mosquitos would target him and gave him huge mosquito bumps. Itched like crazy, but also inspired a song, so can't have been all bad 😊.

🦟

more of my takes on Flake's podcast

#flake's podcast #des tastenfickers podcast #flake lorenz #rammstein

[fanficwriter284]

The Fam Reacts To The Classic Child's Play

AN: If I missed a certain scene you might have wanted. Message ME!

The Rays sat down on their couch covered with blankets and with their butter popcorn in hand, ready to watch the classic Child's Play.

"Ok first off! I want no hate from any of you! They did my teeth no justice. That fuckin traumatized me. AND, I was WAY more handsome than that actor Brad Dourif. (No hate to Brad!) This is just to give you an idea of what went down ok. YA GOT IT!"

"Yeah yeah, PLAY THE MOVIE!"

"Yeah, Dad!"

They get to the point when the twins see their Father as a human and they both look at each other bewildered a little creeped out seeing him human. Sure they had seen photo's of him human but to actually see him moving and talking was a whole other story.

"UM. PAUSE. Dad. HOW ARE YOU LOSING IN THIS CHASE SCENE?"

"I GOT SHOT IN THE GOD DAMN LEG! I think that's a valid excuse."

"Also, What's up with that hair?"

"It was the 80's! People had wild hair! Plus I didn't see the need to cut it."

They get to the scene where Eddie drives off and leaves him.

"What an ASS"

"MUM!"

"Sorry Sweetface"

Glenda cringes at the fact that she sees her dad screaming at Eddie not to leave him. HER father of all people.

"Man, I looked pathetic, screaming for help."

They get to the point where Chucky transfers his soul into the doll.

"Dad.... so far I'm disappointed in your human serial killer act."

"HEY! At least I found a way to come back."

Later Into the film

They get to the point where they show Chucky's sworn enemy Andy Barclay in the film and even the sight of him pissed Chucky off.

"Little Shit. That Little Fucker fucked up my face."

"What? Is that how you got your scars?"

"I'll tell you later"

"I hate that kid. Andy Fucking Barclay"

On the screen, it shows Maggie getting hit by a hammer and her falling out of the building. A concerned look on Glen's face and laughter from Chucky and an evil smirk from his wife and daughter.

"One of my best kills's don't ya think Tiff?"

"Oh yeah. That was good"

LATER ON

Eddie Caputo returns to the screen and a frown spreads across Tiffany's face.

"I still can't believe that asshole left you."

"Yeah I know right! Fuckin Traitor."

"Yeah, what happened to him Dad?"

"Haha, You'll see"

Eddie Dies From Explosion.

"Oh."

"Tiff. Where are my Pork--"

"In the cabinet on the left Sweetface."

"Thanks, Tiff."

Chucky got up and went to grab one of his favorite snacks and took a detour to the bathroom. When he returned he grinned seeing what part of the film they were on. One of his favorites. He almost choked on his soda at the actual memory.

"I SAID TALK TO ME DAMNIT OR ELSE I'M GONNA THROW YOU IN THE FIRE!"

Tiffany paused the film right before Chucky came to life.

"Kids. Daddy's gonna say some really bad words. And if I catch you using this type of language EVER! I'm gonna wash your move out with soup! And no IPad's for the rest of the month! You understand?"

"Yes Mom"

"Yes Mum"

Tiffany hit the play button.

"YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU FILTHY SLUT! DON'T YOU FUCK WITH ME! ARGH!!!!" *Then proceeds to bite Karen*

"Dad, what the actual flip was that?"

"Yeah, you looked like a fricken animal gremlin thing."

"Ummm. Ok, I was pissed and wanted to scare the bitch. I was about to be thrown into a god damn fire! What did you expect? For me to give her a hug?"

Later On

We're skipping some parts and getting to the most important parts this movie is so long XD

Chucky creeps into Andy's hospital bed and pulls off the covers only to find pillows instead and Andy makes his escape.

"Dad? How did you get outsmarted by a 6-year-old boy?"

"Ok. I didn't expect the kid to be "smart" ok? JEEZ! I thought he would be a dumb naive little kid who would just go along with everything I said. AND HE DID for the most part at the beginning of the Film."

They get to the scene where Chucky goes up the elevator.

"Ugly Doll"

"Fuck You."

"Dad she ain't wrong."

"GLENDA!"

"Well, you look okay now. It's just they made you look so human-like. It's kinda creeping me out."

Chucky gets trapped in the fireplace by Andy and his mom.

"Andy Nooo. We're friends to the end. Remember?"

"This is the END FRIEND!"

Chucky's set ablaze, screaming and running around.

Tiffany cringed at the sight of her husband in pain.

"Holy Shit"

Andy discovers Chucky is gone and is on the floor crawling away from Chucky's burned body.

"Dad you look horrifying."

"I know and they made me look like I have a big ass head."

"You do tho."

Chucky rolled his eyes, gave her the finger, and continued watching the movie.

Karen shoots Chucky to pieces but he still isn't going down.

"Dad how the heck are you still going?"

"I'ma fuckin trooper that's why."

Mike Norris' partner comes and is then strangled by Chucky's arm.

Glen jumps at the scene "HOLY! Dad your arm scared me."

"SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM IN THE HEART!"

The bullet fires and finally kills Chucky.

"DAD SERIOUSLY! HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP COMING BACK!"

"HAHAHA! You know what they say. You just can't keep a Good Guy down."

Glenda internally facepalms at her father's smartass remark.

"Hi, I'm Chucky. Wanna PLAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY"

MOVIE ENDS.

"Dad what in the actual heck."

"So that's how you got trapped inside the doll."

"Yep."

"Dad you are one creepy MotherFu-----"

"GLENDA RAY! Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

"HAHAHA!"

#family bonding? #chucky #chucky x tiffany #childs play #chuckyxtiffany #tiffany valentine #charles lee ray #raysforever #glen and glenda #chiffany

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Hi yes, I would desperately like to see your *insert original media type* please

I have so many at this point for 80 different fandoms, all in different levels of being wips, I couldn't even pick one to show you lol, this is just a very very common feeling I have.

but I might as well give you something, so have some sad, gay, religious trauma ridden "poetry" I wrote after playing Sally face (it's for Travis and his sad little crush on sal), but it could be read as any old queer angst cause there's very little character description.

I doubt this piece a lot, I feel like it's too much and not enough at the same time. there's most likely half a million typos, but my lack of confidence in this piece got so bad I don't even want to look at it anymore.

tw for extreme internalized homophobia.

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Some romances are sweet and gentle; the girl gets the guy. She bats her eyelashes and twirls her hair, he hides his blush with his bravado and sweeps her off her feet. they are joined in holy matrimony, the lord looking down on them with pleasure.

This isn’t one of those romances. For I am the boy who will never get the other boy. I will rub my wet eyes raw and pull at my hair till theres is nothing left to pull at. I may have him, but only ever in sin. I will never have him in your eyes, Lord.

This isn’t sweet nor gentle. This is treacherous and painful and all-consuming.

He’s my destruction, my end, my point of no return. He is my salvation, my respite, my beginning, my place of origin.

I would know him in insanity, as that is where I have come to know him. I know nothing of him. I would know him in death, as that is how far I will go for him. he knows nothing of me. I will know him in pain and sorrow, as that is all he brings me. He’s never uttered a word in my direction, not knowingly. To think he’s spared me a glance would be a mercy on my aching heart.

I couldn’t tell you his favorite color or what he does to fill his free time. I don’t know anything about him. He is part of me. We have never been one. He doesn’t even know how I stare, how I long and pine, how I would snatch my soul from the lord, how I would sell it to the devil himself for just a single kiss, a touch of the fingers, to snatch gently at a single wisp of his hair. Anything. Even the most miniscule of affections would be everything. For him to simply know my name, for him to look at me as I look at him would be enough.

though, in the end, I would never dare do such a thing, I would never curse him to share my fate, because I love him. I would never pray for him to be a sinner like me. He deserves the greatest of heavens, not to be licked at by flames, cursed for all of eternity to never know rest.

Yet, when I lie in bed longing that he is, that he nurtures this beautiful curse like a poisonous flower that grows in our chests. That we could be sinner’s together. Its shameful, horrific, cruel, but a feeling that I cannot shake.

It doesn’t help that his voice, the parables that fall from his lips, sound as though they are the words of God Himself. His laugh could cure sickness, the sound of his smile lilting his voice ever so slightly, could bring about the greatest of peace. it is etched into my memory, it plays in the softest of dreams and darkest of nightmares. I could pull it from a crowd, it is the only voice that matters. I believe that when I die, when I sink into hell, it will be his voice there, as it will be my greatest torture, it will be my greatest respite.

I see all that is horrid about him, the scars that mar his skin and burdens he carries on his shoulders, shattering his clavicles and crushing his vertebrates. I see all of the things that make him ugly and unwantable, and want him more. I see everything that is beautiful, that mark him an angel, and seek to honor him. Where some see a monster, I see something godsent. What some seek to lust, I seek to honor. I see his grace, his holy divinity. It is something untouchable.

He is divine, he is my greatest sin. He is an angel, a demon, the Christ reborn once more, an eldritch horror. In my heart he is mine.

Lord forgive me for I have sinned, I wish to fall flesh to flesh with another man, no, boy. We are boys. We are boys in love. I am a boy in love, he has the mercy of not knowing me. Forgive me lord for I lust, not to touch with any lude manner, but to hold his hand in mine, to feel the gentle roughness of his palm against my own. I wish to kiss his brow and wake to his sleep filled eyes, to see his bed head first hand, to feel how sleep warms his skin, how he would wrap his arms around me when he turns back over from hitting snooze. I wish to kiss him ever so gently. Forgive me lord for being in love, for wanting the simple pleasures, for doing it all wrong. I am wrong.

Am I wrong? If I am wrong, why would you create me like this?

I would surely die if I were to admit these thoughts to anyone but you, Lord, and even you will one day claim your revenge against me, you will come to smite my soul, but that is ok. Until then, I will simply thank you, for making me wrong, for creating such a beautiful sin, so that I may lust after your creation, one so heavenly, with the tainted innocence of a boy who was robbed of it with bible verses and the screams of preachers so long ago, but still clings to the idea of it. Of being pure and holy. Of loving innocently like the child I still feel myself to be.

Until the day my soul is consumed by the flames, I will tell you all about him. Until that day I will drag my chains, shackles, and cinder blocks so I can just bask in his light a little longer. Maybe one day I will hold his hand and pretend I do not feel your shame and humiliation. Maybe one day I will kiss him ever so softly, like two children on the playground, and I will act as though I am not damning myself, like we together are not damned to the flames. Maybe I was always meant to be sinner, maybe its worth it.

Yes, yes it’s worth it. I will commit a million sins, with prayers still on my tongue, with a love so deeply rooted in my chest that I still praise your name despite the disgust you surely hold for me, just to be with him. You can damn me, you can shame me, your holy messengers can attempt to change me, to beat me, to kill me, to snuff me out and take my love. But I will never not love my perfect sin. I will chose it every time.

I will be the boy, who loves another boy. I will sing hymns, wear my rosary, go to church, kneel in the pews with pride. I will hold his hand and love him for as long as he allows. I will feel the burn of hell under each strike of my feet upon your earth and be comforted by his hand in mine, and mine in his, the gentle roughness of his palms, the heavenly essence of his voice, the love of two sinners binding us together.

#salvis #if you squint really really hard #and know that I wrote it with the intentions of being salvis #I hate this thing #I think its awful #vut everyome ive shown it to says its good so #here ig