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naitosutan · 1 year

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This one second scene is so funny to me

Like, so much is happening with these characters and it’s just up for interpretation since they were never the focus LOL

Which I will now do cuz I love interpreting things and character dynamics 👀😂

(I’m sure plenty of others have already dissected and talked about this but I just started watching this show so I’m years behind 😩 Pls bear with me as I beat this dead horse to the ground lol and make some lighthearted jokes not to be taken seriously)

- Terrance and Fosse: have no idea what to do without Bill there to bounce off of and call things gay with 😩 (are they not gay without him? 🤔 lol jk)

- DogPoo: doing his best™ with the dance he probably just learned how to do copying something he saw on TV; he’s concentrating so hard compared to Pip and blue mittens guy who are vibing lol

- Annie and Clyde: the way she looked away as soon as he smiled to try to talk to her 😩 he is trying to make the best of this and she is REGRETTING being here with him ahakfljal

- Bebe: She don’t need no man!! One greeting to Mark was all she had in her before it was her time to work it! Look at her tearing up the dance floor with her moves!! “How’d you learn to dance like the rest of the world isn’t there?”

- Wendy and Tweek: from her best friend doing the EXACT same moves 😂 But they came separately cuz Wendy and Tweek are also besties who came to the dance together!! They definitely came as friends though cuz even though Tweek is watching her to follow her lead, Wendy is keeping things platonic by not making awkward eye contact! They’re besties vibing together who aren’t making things weird by starting off without eye contact that could be interpreted as an attempt at being romantic! Unlike

- Red and Tolkien: these two. Look at them. Look how awkward this is. Directly staring at each other. Her movements being less bouncy than his. They’re not in sync. I don’t know if they’re having fun. She’s concentrating on him while he tries to not look behind her at

- Kevin: this poor boy. The big sigh says it all. He’s definitely not having fun. Probably because Red is making direct eye contact and dancing with Tolkien. He’s like, DIRECTLY behind her so I wonder if they had just confronted each other and now she’s trying to ignore him? They ARE often together...

If I were to speculate and make up guess what happened, I would think Red had initially wanted to come to the dance with Kevin himself. But he’s a geek, dances aren’t his thing, especially if they aren’t sci-fi themed. No way would he have wanted to come. Which would be his big whoopsie™ cuz that left Red open to be invited to the dance by Tolkien. And she’s not gonna turn down a chance at having a good time at the dance just cuz her friend didn’t want to go with her! A bit disappointing but she can easily try to make the best of the situation. But of course, hearing that Red was going with Tolkien, now Kevin HAS to come to the dance too. Y’know, cuz he loves dances so much. Not to spy on them of course, but they still manage to run into each other at the dance anyways. (Read: she spotted him though he was trying to be sneaky.) This is another big whoopsie™ cuz guess he didn’t tell Red he was coming and she’s now upset that he’d rather slink around the dance alone than come with her. And Kevin… has no good reason as to why he came. Not any that made sense to him at least. He doesn’t really understand why he came and can’t explain it to Red either. So he lets her dance with Tolkien and he’s just… there. Kinda stuck to his spot. She’s also upset and wants to move on with the night and Tolkien, the poor guy, he doesn’t understand the situation but it’s awkward. The eye contact with Red is awkward. The avoided eye contact with Kevin behind her is awkward. His bro Clyde trying to talk to Annie is awkward. Everything about this dance is awkward. But he’s gonna still try to vibe, man.

#dz rambling #sp #bay of pigs memorial dance #I meant to reword this more succinctly but I jotted my notes like this set it aside and then forgot the details I was gonna add #so it’s gonna remain in this format lol #my drafts got too long so if this escapes my queue before I update it that’s just how it’s gonna be I guess lol #I also might do more background speculation chats in the future so I’ll figure out a tag for that later

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mizufae · 1 year

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Okay so this is the absurd stranger things post season 4 fixit fic that’s brewing in my head that is utterly ridiculous and like 70% OCs. If there are preexisting fics out there like this please point me to them ANYWAY, it’s like Undead Breakfast Club, but they’re missing a basketcase, and Vecna is the angry teacher and the upsidedown is the library.

So Eddie dies and then Vecna is healing from his wounds but like considering he survived interdimensional disintegration and multiple lightning strikes when he wasn’t melded with some psychic evil world tree root system, he only needs to like, rest his eyes grandpa-style for a little bit. Part of that for him is basically nomming Eddie’s body and trapping the remains of his consciousness in with the rest of the people pillars in his red soupy house, because you must recall that that is a separate mind scape from the upsidedown, which as far as I can tell is a physical space. Okay so Eddie’s bat chewed body is mushed but his suffering and soul and whatever are trapped in a mindscape with Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick. Obviously the breakfast club here is Eddie as the rebel/bad boy, Fred as the nerd, Patrick is the jock, and Chrissy is the princess.

But Vecna has killed more than just those four!! Whomst, you ask? His baby sister and his mom! They’ve been trapped in his terrible brain this whole time and are barely there anymore, but the act of him showing his memories of them to Nancy brings them close enough to fuck around. And you find out: they take the dregs of the four freshly killed souls and hide them back where they belong. And then they disperse because that’s just a lot of undead OCs.

Anyhoo. Vecna decides to build a squad of protectors because he knows he is vulnerable when strung up spoodermahn-style, and uses the psychic bodies newly added to his gazpacho abode as bases. He goes last to first and makes new bodies for them in the upsidedown.

Eddie gets remade as like, squad leader. It’s a bit of a kingdom hearts nobody situation in that he knows he used to be a guy but now he’s this other guy and that’s cool with him. He gets an AXE because it’s a guitar pun lol but also they are just cool underutilized melee weapons and I am projecting. He has like, observation powers, he has some access to the vine and bat network, can use his DM skills to strategize from a distance, and speak to the others like a radio.

Patrick gets remade next and he is not a fan of Eddie but loves a leader so pretty quickly falls in line. He is the muscle and main Vecna bodyguard. He also can run super fast and jump good because basketball. He gets a short sword and shield because he is versatile as heck. He can control bits of vines and demo creatures that are nearby, which he utilizes as shields mostly for Vecna instead of for himself.

Fred gets remade third and he is the first who starts noticing things are awry. When Eddie gives him a spear it looks oddly handmade and less organic than the other weapons around. Vecna gives him powers to see the history of things in the real world of he is in the space in the upsidedown. He learns like… the entire town’s dirt. Vecna and Eddie want to use all these secrets to cause maximum emotional damage and thus gain max power but Fred is like, hrmmmmmmm…. He and Patrick get along, they don’t know what being friends is supposed to be like but they are kind of friends anyway. Because Patrick is fast and Fred needs to be near places to gather intel they often do an adorable evil piggyback situation.

And then Chrissy gets remade. She has teleportation and stealth. She is sneaky AF. Vecna gives her a fucking pack of demodogs and she snuggles them like puppies, which Eddie thinks is adorable but doesn’t know what that feeling is. She also gets a bunch of knives, which she can throw with alarming accuracy and also has a great knowledge of weakpoints for stabbing because, well, she is a terrifying cheerleader who knows how to cut you to the bone and this is all a metaphor.

The four of them have Vecna’s weakpoints pretty covered. Fred gathers intel to build more power, Eddie keeps an eye on things in the upsidedown and keeps everyone on the same page, Patrick is a freaking wall of defense, and Chrissy can pop to any area of concern and deal with a problem efficiently. Buttttttttttttt. BUT. FOR SOME REASON. They keep, like, gathering together and… hanging?? Out???? And Vecna does NOT UNDERSTAND.

He is like, wtf, my mindless warriors who I have given autonomy to have been doing the dumbest shit. Why are they trying to smoke upsidedown weed?? Why are they doing stupid dances on crumbling infrastructure? Who told Patrick to throw Fred like a javelin??? Did Eddie just… give Chrissy a makeover??? Where did he even FIND black nail polish???

So when he decides it’s time to find Max’s consciousness and use that power to break out of the upsidedown and remake the world or whatever, he also decides to stick his unruly teens in time out. It’s only been like a week but time is different and he can just like, do that.

Obviously, Eddie gathers his squad and they have some new heart to new hearts, and discover that yes, each one of them does remember more and more who they used to be, yes, they all want to take Vecna the fuck down, yes they don’t know if they are real or just constructs but does that matter???

So when Vecna sinks down to do the black void searching thing for Max, they cause an absolute mental ruckus from their psychic time out gazpacho space. Vecna is so fucking distracted trying to keep these assholes in line that Eleven has time to find Max and bring her back into her body in the real world. She’s still stuck in the hospital but like, her brain is fine and her bones will heal and she will go on to be a wheelchair sports superstar.

So after that shitshow Vecna forces the group back into line. They realize that they will never get out of there, and would feel horribly demoralized if not for the continuing awareness of the rest of the cast in the real world so fucking pumped that Max woke up and that Hopper is alive and maybe they have some time to regroup and plan and deal their own killing blow. So they go back to being evil henches and act according to Vecna’s increasingly desperate whims, partly because they are hiding their time and partly because they still aren’t fully themselves and aren’t sure what the point is.

Until!!! Vecna curses Dustin. He is so fucking traumatized, you guys. Steve tries to pull a “you die, I die” but Dustin is too fucking sad. Suzy is out of contact, super grounded after that stunt from the show, Will is dealing with these freaky powers that are nothing like eleven’s but still goddamn powers, Lucas is entirely distracted by Max, Erica is totally swaddled by her well meaning parents, Robin just makes everyone’s anxiety worse, Mike is obsessed with Will and strategizing, etc etc etc etc. The whole group puts their last minute plan into motion, delving into the upsidedown to find Vecna and save Dustin, who is so sad he doesn’t even have a favorite song.

So Eddie learns about Dustin, the squad all have a bunch of cool fights with different groups where they just manage to escape unscathed Hrmm Hrmm hrrrrrrmmmmm and Hopper is hacking away at the vine shield in front of Vecna with his big sword when Eddie shows up with an axe and starts chopping too. This is a signal and they all betray Vecna at the same time and bingo bango bongo, Will straight up shoots his head off his body, because what’s a fireball spell when you have a gun and someone has been whanging on the bad guy’s neck with the pointy end of a masonry hammer (Mike, the only kid tall enough to reach, lol)

Anyway Dustin is fine back in the real world, with Lucas and Max and Nancy and Murray protecting him, and Vecna is dead, and Will feels… really like the Upsidedown is not how it should be?? Which is stupid because it shouldn’t be, at all, let alone any particular way??? The baddie squad officially surrenders and expects to all disintegrate or something but they don’t and they do not know why, so they all try to bring everyone to a rift to get home. The Mindflayer creature thing is still there but without a human connection point to interpret the information it’s just like, you know, this guy. Will can talk to it but it’s like that time when he tried to have Dustin explain modems and then the NOISES their phone made, ouch.

The upsidedown Hawkins starts expanding and reshaping itself. Will has driven through the country twice now, Mike flew across it, Robin’s been to Europe, Hopper was in Vietnam, combined, it seems like the world is like, expanding on itself exponentially, replacing the Hawkins of years ago with the Hawkins of now, rifts and all. Is this how the mindflayer communicates?? Is it learning??

They get to a gate and the squad pushes everyone home and they presume they will, like, die now?? But they don’t, and Dustin is there, and Eddie thinks, hrmmmmmmmmm, and pulls Chrissy out of the rift with him. Patrick chucks a laughing Fred through (he does a cool roll, he’s good at this now) and jumps through himself. And they don’t die, and they don’t crave blood, but they are suddenly exhausted.

Dustin seizes the mystery and tries to figure them out. As best he and the shady government doctors can tell, they are kind of going through what Dustin calls reverse vecnafication. They go through some weird transitions, becoming more normal, though they keep some powers. Chrissy decides she wants to be a surgeon.

The upsidedown, having created instances of earth all over the globe in itself, becomes a problem for everyone, but because there is no malicious human controlling the intent, it’s a lot less feral and a lot more legitimately alien. They cant keep everything quite so secret anymore, and Fred writes a heavily edited memoir. Patrick and Lucas have long talks about small town racism, and Eddie composes a rock opera, which sells wildly and sponsors Chrissy’s many years of medical school.

#so many stranger things spoilers #WRITE FOR ME PEONS #in which I ramble for a very long time just to get my dumb idea out #stranger things #I GUESS I’ll use the tag #also I didn’t add this because it isn’t relevant but Steve Harrington finds his passion as a hair stylist

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hanjisick · 1 year

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— COOKIES

order #6 of the coffee shop series: a cookie

ingredients. y/n x barista!felix. he’s never had a gf before. hopeless pining on felix’s end. mostly fluff with some angst. also the boys keep trying to play shitty wingmen again.

allergies. making out and felix being awkward

size. 3.2k

special add ons. felix is a sociable, confident, kind barista at yellow wood café. but once you show up on one rainy day, you turn him into a mess.

you hadn’t prepared for the rain to come so quickly.

the forecast had said that it would only pick up in the afternoon, and you figured that you would be home by then. so of course, you had left your umbrella at home.

you decided to run into the nearest building, hoping to stay there until the rain had died down a little.

it was a coffee shop, one that you hadn’t been to before. you had no clue how you didn’t know the place existed. it seemed like just your type of hang-out spot.

the difference between the café and outside was stark. looking through the windows, it was gloomy and intense, while inside, the atmosphere was warm and cozy. the smell of coffee brewing and people chatting filled your senses.

“can i help you?” you had been staring off for a minute now, your entire body drenched in rain.

“sorry,” you apologized, “i was just looking for somewhere to be until the rain stopped.”

“you’re alright! could i get anything for you while you wait?”

your eyes stared the barista up and down. he was around your age— and was the epitome of sunshine. his features were gentle and strikingly beautiful.

his name tag read “felix.”

then, you drifted towards the menu on the counter, written in chalk, slightly smudged.

“are the cookies any good?” you questioned, staring at the cute plastic containers full of baked goods, specifically the heart-shaped chocolate chip cookies.

“well, i baked them myself, so they better be good.” felix’s shy smile told you that he was proud of his baking.

“i’ll buy one and see for myself.”

usually, the freckled barista wasn’t nervous at comments like these, but your gentle eyes made his heart flip in ways that he didn’t quite understand. “will that be all?”

“for now.”

he rang you up, handing you the cookies straight out of the container.

without waiting to sit down, you bit into the cookie.

two of felix’s fingers met his neck, checking his pulse quickly— a nervous habit of his.

but his nerves turned into excitement as your eyes lit up.

“i’ll take two more cookies and a mocha, please!”

felix couldn’t help but smile widely, “our muffins are really good too. we have blueberry and chocolate chip right now, but i’m working on a recipe for a cappuccino muffin.”

you cut his ramble short, “i’ll try both. and a brownie.”

“got a sweet tooth?” he rolled up the sleeves of his baby blue cardigan to begin making your mocha, “i don’t want you to get any cavities.”

“i’ll have just one bite of each and bring it home with me,” you reasoned, taking a stool at the bar, “i have nothing better to do, anyway. the rain says it’ll last for another hour.”

“so you’re gonna spend that hour taste-testing the treats?”

“i’ve never been here before, i better start working on my regular order.”

“will you be a new regular?”

“if the mocha is good. otherwise i think i’ll just go back out into the rain, i’m already drenched anyway.”

there you go again. causing felix to worry about how good his barista skills were in a way that nobody does.

he couldn’t help but drizzle a chocolate heart on top before handing it to you.

immediately felix jumped back. “your hands are freezing!”

“that’s what happens when you’re in the rain.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at felix’s concern. it wasn’t bad at all.

“i think this goes against every rule we have here,” felix shrugged off his cardigan, throwing it across the counter.

immediately your quiet laugh died down, your stomach twisting with butterflies. mostly at how kind the freckled boy was, but you couldn’t ignore the way that the white shirt under it clung to him tighter.

“thank you.” you wrapped yourself in the cardigan, breathing in a faint scent of a fruity perfume, almost masked by the overwhelming smell of coffee.

“felix,” chan, his boss, nudged him with a grin, “did you just do what i think you did?”

if it were any other barista, they would’ve been scolded. but felix had taken up a large spot in chan’s heart, one that meant that he refused to rebuke the boy.

“she was cold! right, y/n?” he defended, “she just came in from the rain outside.”

“so you’re just gonna give every customer your clothes if they’re cold?”

you could see a faint red tint forming on felix’s ears, “well no! but she’s new, i wanted to give her a warm welcome.”

there was a familiar look in chan’s eyes, one that felix could spot from miles away. one of knowing.

“alright then. i’m glad you were able to earn us a new customer. even if it meant giving up your clothes.”

“do you have any paper?” you interrupted with a mouthful of muffin, “and maybe a pen too?”

felix was thankful that you saved him from chan. “yeah! i’ll get it for you. hold on.”

thirty minutes later, once a spot of sunlight through the clouds had appeared, you were gone.

felix glanced over at your spot, sadness pulling on his heart, full of what if’s.

what if you didn’t come back? what if that was the last time he would see you?

he noticed the piece of paper left behind.

the title read, “felix’s bakery ranking.”

first place was the cookies. second was the brownies. then the chocolate chip muffin, then the blueberry.

“she must love chocolate,” felix jumped at jeongin’s voice from behind him, “she also got a mocha, right?”

“how do you know? you weren’t even here.”

“chan was telling the group chat.”

“he was doing what?” felix reached for the phone in his back pocket to confirm his words.

“talking about how you were mesmerized by that girl.”

“was not!”

“you totally were,” chan patted his back, “i’ve never seen you smile that wide.”

“says a lot for how much he smiles.”

felix groaned as jeongin flipped over the scrap paper.

“see you at 3 tomorrow,” he read out, looking up at felix whose eyes widened, turning to chan.

“i don’t work tomorrow! can i work tomorrow?”

“so it isn’t just you being kind?”

“i need to get my cardigan back.”

“you’re a terrible liar. just admit that you want to see her again.”

“just schedule me to work tomorrow!”

the next day, felix was walking on clouds.

the boy normally walked with a pep in his step, serving customers with a comfortable kindness that nobody else could replicate, but today there was an extra hint of sweetness to everything that he did. even some of the most unobservant customers had pointed it out.

but each of the boys knew exactly why he was acting the way that he was, thanks to the messages that chan had sent.

as the vintage clock on the wall inched closer and closer to 3, felix became more dazed, clumsy even.

“are you sure that he should be working right now?” minho shot chan a questioning look.

“just let him get it out of his system.”

“but we’re cleaning up his spill messes all for a girl that he had one conversation with. he’s hopeless.”

“i don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend before.”

“really?” minho’s eyebrows raised, “with how all of the girls stick to him like glue?”

“i don’t think he knows how much of a heartthrob he is.”

chan glanced towards felix, who was busy chatting with two girls who had stopped by just a few minutes ago, “he’s clueless sometimes.”

the bell on the door rang as you stepped in, blue sweater in hand, eyes darting across the room to find the blonde boy who immediately abandoned his conversation.

“i came to return this,” you slid it across the counter, just as felix had done the previous day, “and get a cookie as well.”

“just the cookie?”

“and a mocha.”

“your total will be—“

“just give it to her for free,” chan whispered from behind, trying to help the frantic boy.

“it’ll be free today,” felix stumbled on his words, “and maybe i could heat the cookies for you too? they’re better warm.”

“that would be great,” you took a seat at the same spot as before, “your customer service is top tier. free service and a cardigan on a rainy day?”

“we try.” felix couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face, or take his eyes off of you.

even when you weren’t paying attention to him, typing on your laptop and munching on a cookie, he would stare at you, just barely hiding behind the espresso machine.

“why don’t you ask for her number?”

felix jumped as yet another barista appeared from behind him— something that had been happening too much recently. or perhaps he was just less focused on his surroundings.

“i can’t do that. what if she rejects me?”

“she would’ve let you down by now, do you know how obvious you’re making it?” hyunjin tried to reason with him.

“i guess that’s true, but i’m nervous. she’s really pretty.”

“so? you’re pretty too.”

felix gave the compliment a light laugh, “but she’s intimidatingly pretty.”

he kept an eye on the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, your finger tapping to the rhythm of the café’s record player on the table.

“you’re such a hopeless romantic. just get her number. she’s gonna leave again and you’re gonna be upset that you didn’t.”

“maybe.”

with those words in mind, felix shyly approached you, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

“hey,” he started, almost chickening out just from your eye contact.

his fingers went to his throat, checking his pulse, “do you think i could get your number?”

when you stared at him in silent shock for a moment, he continued, “not as, like, a weird thing! i just want to be your friend.”

he could see hyunjin out of the corner of his eye, ready to pull out his hair in frustration.

your smile faltered, but you still took the phone from his hand, saving your name as y/n.

“text me later.” there was a hint of sadness in your voice that felix didn’t fail to pick up on, but he didn’t dare to comment on it.

he ran off into the back room, ready to scream over the most embarrassing, disappointing moment in his entire life.

hyunjin followed close behind, “felix! what the hell?”

“i got nervous!”

“so you decided to friend-zone her?”

“she could’ve friend zoned me first!”

“she obviously wasn’t going to!”

“but if she did then i think i’d die!”

hyunjin was close to slamming his head against the nearest wall. “i’m gonna die right now if you don’t walk back out there and tell her that you’ve spent the whole day thinking about how pretty she is!”

“she’ll think i’m weird!”

“then i’ll do it!” felix tried to hold him back but failed as hyunjin opened the door, only to be met with an empty spot where you used to be.

felix let go, his shoulders dropping.

“where is she?”

“i guess she left,” hyunjin turned to see his devastated friend.

“did i fuck up that badly?”

hyunjin bit his lip, trying not to make it worse for him than it already was. but the truth was that, yeah, he did.

“maybe she’ll be back.”

felix texted you that night while he sat in bed, deciding on, “hi it’s felix! :)”

he kept his cardigan next to him.

perhaps it was a little creepy, but he decided to sniff it. it smelled different than usual. perhaps that’s what you smelled like.

perhaps he would never even get to know what you smelled like.

tears brimmed his eyes as he shut off his phone, staring up at the fan on his ceiling, letting the noise drown out the eerie silence.

felix wanted to slap himself for being such an idiot. he had no problem talking to people, he was the most extroverted extrovert that an extrovert could get. but he couldn’t help but question everything he did in front of you, even if he had just met you.

you didn’t respond.

when felix showed up to work the next day, it was like the sunshine was hidden behind a rainy cloud.

he knew that it shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did. he knew that checking to see if he got a text every minute wasn’t normal, or whip his head toward the door every time a customer came in.

so felix spent another night in his bed, phone in hand, staring at the text that he sent.

would it just be easier to forget about you? it’s not like he had anything going with you anyway.

it was only when he set it down for the night and closed his eyes that it began to ring, and he sprang right back up, eyes widening as he stared at the caller ID.

it was minho.

“hello?” felix answered, voice filled with sleep.

“you were upset at work today,” he stated, “is it because of that girl?”

“you could see it?”

“everyone could. like we always do.”

“i’m just gonna try to forget about it.”

“don’t.”

“what do you mean?”

“you have her number, right? come clean, text her that you were nervous. ask to meet up.”

“like a date?”

“exactly. ask her on a date.”

felix chewed on his lip, anxiety clouding his judgment once again. would he have the courage to even do that?

“chan said that you’re not allowed to work until you sort out your sadness. and nobody wants to cover your shifts, man.”

when minho hung up the phone, felix laid back against his pillows, letting out a breath of air that he didn’t know he was holding. then he checked his pulse.

opening your texts, he began typing. ‘i lied. it was something weird. you’re really pretty. you can block me if you want.’

he deleted the message.

‘actually,’

no.

‘i meant to ask for your number in a not-friend-way,’

no.

‘sorry for the other day. i was anxious and said the wrong thing, but i really wanted your number because i think you’re gorgeous. do you want to go out sometime?’

he sent the message and resisted the urge to chuck his phone across the room. instead, he threw it back down onto the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and squeezing it as hard as he could.

minutes later, felix heard his phone buzz. he scrambled to pick it up.

‘that’s ok. i was a little disappointed, you’re rly cute :)’

it buzzed again.

‘wanna come over tomorrow and watch a movie or something?’

his fingers shook, trying to type back, ‘sounds great! does 5 work?’

you reacted to his text with a thumbs up, and then he was back to squeezing the pillow.

felix didn’t work the next day. instead, he spent the day showering, squealing, spam-texting friends, and preparing for his first-ever date.

when you opened the doorbell, you were met with quite possibly the cutest sight in the entire world.

there felix was, holding a box of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies in his shaky hands. “i baked these for you, kind of as an apology, kind of because i wanted to impress you. and i know you like the cookies.”

you giggled at his honesty, letting him inside as you took the box, “thank you felix, you’re such a sweetheart.”

he checked his pulse.

“sorry for the mess. i tried to clean a little, but i don’t have people over often.”

“it’s okay,” he was quick to reassure you, “my house doesn’t look all that clean either. kind of comes with being a human.”

you laughed, taking a seat on the couch. he followed your actions.

“so, about the whole number thing,” he toyed with the rip on his black jeans.

“i thought you were really really beautiful.”

suddenly, he was way too aware of how close you were to him. but he wouldn’t let himself get nervous again.

“one of my coworkers was telling me to ask for your number and i was nervous and thought that you wouldn’t like me like that.”

felix sighed, “so i ended up saying the wrong thing and giving you the wrong idea.”

when he looked back up, you were smiling, holding in laughter. “that’s honestly adorable.”

“really?”

“i got sad, i thought you were just that kind to everyone and that i was developing some crazy ego thinking that a boy as attractive as you would like me.”

“you think i’m attractive?” his ears were on fire by now, completely stiff as you leaned in to look him in the eyes.

“i don’t understand how you don’t know how attractive you are.”

“what do you mean?”

“do i have to spell it out for you?”

“probably.”

“i think you’re gorgeous.”

“i also think the same about you. you looked so cute eating all happily, and when you smile, it makes me want to kiss you.” he chewed his lip, trying to not regret his bold words.

something tense was in the air, something that made felix’s heart pound a thousand times faster.

“then do it.”

felix froze. was he supposed to tell you that he had never kissed a girl before, much less sat this close to one?

“well, are you going to? or are you getting shy again?”

“i’ve never kissed anyone.” he let his heart thud out of his chest at the confession.

your eyes visibly widened, “you? you haven’t had your first kiss?”

“or held hands with a girl. and i’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“that’s impossible.”

“i don’t know how to prove it.”

“your awkwardness does the job.”

you decided to make a move, “but i can show you how if you’d like.”

felix’s mouth went dry, unsure of what to do or say.

“it’ll come naturally. just let it happen,” you smiled reassuringly as he nodded.

climbing onto his open lap, your hands carded through his blonde hair.

you leaned in to meet his lips briefly, his eyes burning into your own.

it was a soft and gentle kiss, just like him. but his eyes were full of desire for more.

“can i have another?” his hands met your back, pulling you into him.

this time, the kiss lasted longer, so much longer that he began craving more of you, so he did what he saw in all the movies.

he slipped his tongue into your mouth, grinning against your lips in pride at his actions.

felix’s hands traveled to your waist as took your word, letting go of his anxieties and doing what came naturally.

and without even realizing it, he began to take the lead.

all of the feelings were overwhelming. the way that you tugged on his hair, how close your bodies were, the way your tongue felt against his own.

he never wanted to stop.

until his phone began ringing.

you pulled away and he let out a shaky breath, slowly opening his eyes to stare at your features up close.

“felix, your phone,” you reminded him.

he jolted out of the daze, reaching for it.

chan.

he was about to just cancel the call when he saw the spam texts, asking where he was.

with a heavy sigh, he answered with you still on his lap.

“did you make up with y/n?”

“be quiet! i’m with her right now!”

you let out a laugh.

“oh! tell her hi!”

felix hung up on his friend with a groan, turning the ringer off.

“can we go back to kissing again?”

“after he’s done blowing you up,” you pointed at the buzzing phone.

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mediocre-megs · 2 years

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sorry i IMMEDIATELY reblogged that sijihqihdihqvauv i was looking at your dancing through my breakup tag to see if youre okay i hope youre okay 💖 is this creepy

YAHSHFJFJSKSJFJFKKAKSKF THIS IS SO FUNNY yes that’s fine bae xx not creepy at all ilysm 💗

#I’ll add the tag in case anyone else wants to see my slow but steady progress behind getting over him #break dancing through my break up #megan rambles #mooty patooties <3 #fun breakup lore though #he finally gave me my stuff back and it smelled like weed and dirty laundry #also I gave him a 3 page letter detailing every grievance I had and now I haven’t properly thought abt him in ages xx

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Hi so I saw that you are open to write for house md and I'd like to ask for a chase fic. Like reader is house's kid and either works at the hospital too or gets admitted there but also knows chase and is in a relationship with him. Plot can be fluffy, smutty and/ or angsty I don't really care but I'd like to know how house would react if he sees them interact etc.

Idk if you see this or like the idea but I wish you the best and I really like your fics

hiiiiii anon!! i love this idea sm and i LOVE ROBERT CHASE WITH MY WHOLE HEARTT. dad house is so sweet and cutesy. i tried my best for u

tags: robert chase x houses kid! reader, one use of y/n, house is stubborn but loves u, just fluff

this is embarrassing. never in your twenty-five years of life would you imagine yourself in the hospital that both your father and boyfriend work at. yet here you are, with a 4 cm laceration on your right hand. the triage nurse had just sent you off and notified you that a doctor will be with you shortly. from your room window you could see dr foreman patting a familiar face on the back, probably saying something along the lines of “this case is yours bud”.

as soon as chase read the report he hurriedly rushed into your room. you shot him a sheepish grin and lifted up your hand to reveal the gash.

“my god, y/n”, he sat down next to you and took your hand gently into his gloved one and inspected the wound. he looked up at you, as if asking for an explanation.

“maybe i shouldn’t garden alone. i picked up this clay pot. the way it was sitting had been bothering me for a couple days now. i’m guess i’m not as strong as i thought i was because i dropped it and as it shattered, it cut me up pretty good.”

chase sighed at your stubbornness, something that had drawn him into you since early in your relationship. he took one of his gloves off and gently stroked your hair. he rambled on about how you should really be more careful and call him if you needed anything too laboring done. you weren’t listening. you were staring into those blue eyes. you weren’t into all that cheesy romance stuff but god, those eyes are stunning. your moment was quickly put to an end when harsh tapping could be heard from outside your window. you knew that sound from anywhere.

“you decided to be the one to doctor on MY kid”

house, or dad as you call him, hastily shuffles into your room and gives you both a judgemental look. robert rolls his eyes,

“foreman gave me the case first, i'm just doin’ my job”.

house hobbles over to check your vitals even though it’s a minor issue compared to what they deal with on a daily basis. you know your dad loves you and cares but he’s not the best at verbally expressing it. you knew he would probably just sit there and observe, so you turn back around to your extremely, worried boyfriend.

“soooo” you drag out the ‘oh’ sound, to show him you’re not worried. “whatcha doin after work handsome?”. chase runs a hand through his blonde hair and lets out a long, exasperated sigh.

“i was planning to go on a cute and sweet date with you, but instead i’m gonna be dr. chase for another 12 hours”.

he sounded tired but you knew he was more than happy to care for his darling. just as you two were planning out your evening, your father and robert’s pagers began harmonizing. chase gives a quick but passionate kids to your temple. house makes his gag be known, sticking a finger in his mouth for dramatic effect.

your dad lingers in the room for a moment, giving your shoulder a squeeze. it’s still gonna take time for him to adjust to the fact his child is dating his co-worker. but you’re not his little baby anymore and he knows it.

when he heads out his parting words are,

“i’ll have someone stitch you up kid, stay put”.

you lean back in the bed and continue to add pressure to your wounded hand. a few minutes pass and your sweet boyfriend stops by again. and takes a seat at the stool beside your bed. he has the tools to stitch up your hand. to distract you from the pain, chase sparks a conversation.

“your old man..” he chews the inside of his cheek. you know exactly what he’s gonna ask. “does he like me? and not as a co-worker. does he think i’m a good fit for his kid?”. your heart sank at the thought of robert thinking he’s not enough. truth is, your dad did like him. though he would never admit it, the fact robert makes you happy, makes your dad happy. he’s real bad at showing it, but you know it’s true.

“he’s a grump, chase. he likes you. he might never admit it. but the fact he hasn’t beaten you to death with that cane of his really says something.”. you can tell your reassurance helped. you loved robert, and he loved you too. before you knew it the stitches were finished. he pulled out a sling from a cabinet so you won’t irritate the stitches too much.

“hey, i’ll get your discharge papers. we’ll have you out of here soon”.

chase pressed a kiss to your lips this time, and he stayed there for a minute. hand on your jaw to keep you steady. you moved your lips in unison, running your free hand through his hair. a sharp pain stabbed your hand and caused you to pulled away and gasp. he reminded you to take some pain medication once home.

before he headed out the door, robert whips around and sternly demands,

“i don’t ever wanna see you in here again.”

#house md x reader #house md #robert chase x reader #robert chase #robert chase x you #house m.d.#house m.d. x reader #reqs open #i love robert chase #he’s so baby girl i love him #this idea is so cute anon

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crystaldoodler · 2 months

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A very long post of doodles relating to @theminecraftbee ‘s smallishsona AU (sorry for the tag again). I think of this AU while wandering Tartarus, so, I’ve had a lot of time to think. This post is really long and has a lot of rambling so, I’m putting it all under the cut. I’m sorry world I have too many words and rambles in me

First up, character designs!

I used primarily their mc skins for design, with only a few rl things thrown in. But, I didn’t bring them up so the colors are off a bit.

Starting off with Joel:

He’s following the persona protagonist tradition of mostly wearing the school uniform correctly, but with some minor embellishments. I’m still debating whether or not to add more, but w/e. His signature color is green.

Then Skizz and Impulse:

The greatest dichotomy of time to design, Impulse I knocked out on the second go, but I’ve done many iterations of Skizz and I still am not satisfied with this design. The ripped sleeves looked too out there (to me, at least) but nothing else seems to work so I settled for the shirt under uniform shirt look. Something I struggled with that these two emphasize is making them look like teenagers, and what they look like, and also keep to the anime style, and also my own incompetence with drawing facial features so It’s something all of these lack in. Impulse is yellow, and Skizz is blue.

Scar and Grian are next up, Scar’s facial Scar is from summoning his persona, because he stabbed himself in the face lol. Not much to say about these guys, I settled on orange for Scar and red for grian, which I am still struggling with beacause mumbo:

is ALSO red. So I guess they are just, both? red? If you look at the party select screens in persona though, the characters have pretty strong color coding, so I guess I’ll figure something out. If anyone is still reading: help. Anyway, mumbo wins the award for wearing the uniform the most normal (except for the tie)

Last but not least, Gem!

She’s wearing a longer skirt than the usual uniforms and also some big-ass boots. Also, she’s a sea monster thing? So, I was thinking, staring at SEES cool new uniform things and thinking about the Phantom Thieves and how cool their outfits are and realized the persona games have at least some design change to separate their daily looks from shadow hunting. Even if it is only glasses in p4 lol. So, I thought maybe weapon holsters? but, that seemed a little too generic. So! I decided to combine how I normally draw the hermits (and a lot of the fandom does) as having non-human traits as the big things setting their combat looks apart. It is both a) fun to draw, b) creates an eye catching and distinctive design for combat and c) is really funny. I thought it was funny so I drew a comic about it:

and here’s a sketch of what everyone looks like and also the transformation gives them very distinct eyes, for no reason other than I think it looks cool:

mumbo is a normal human btw (or at least, he appears to be)

Welp,that’s all I got. If I look at these drawings any longer I will hate them so here they are, yippee. Also, Bee/OP, sorry for exploding; I am into persona and hermitcraft right now so this AU is like a perfect storm to give me brain rot.

#hermitcraft #persona #my art #smallishbeans #smallishsona #i have other comic ideas but i dont want to be annoying ahhh *explodes*

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oniii-fans · 8 months

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**Just a little side note/update - I currently have no access to my DM’s~ and can’t reply to posts/if you @ me. I think I’m still receiving asks to the inbox, but that’s about it for being able to get a reply from me. I’ve messaged Staff; will wait and see I guess 🤦🏻‍♀️**

So~! A little about the blog/me~! (I lost my old intro 😭)

Hi 👋🏻 I’m Oni~ I’m 31 years old and I come from the land of koalas and convicts (Australia) 🇦🇺.

I don’t sell content, I don’t have an OF, I don’t wanna be “spoiled” in exchange for my nudes. I don’t do nude content, ever - please stop asking 😭 if you ask me about any of this I will just ignore you 🫡

I really love H-Manga~ So, I read it often and make edits which I post here 💕 Each post will feature the artist on the post, and the title of that manga in the tags~! This should make it so everyone can enjoy reading anything that catches their eye 😌

I also post personal content~ sometimes it’s silly ramblings, other times its selfies! I enjoy answering asks~ so, I do apologise in advance for occasional spam of these.

If you don’t wish to see a mix of the above~ I suggest not giving me a follow, there are plenty of bloggers who post H-Manga only~ so~ no need to interact with my page if it’s not for you 🙏🏻

It seems to go without saying~ but just to be clear, I do heavily censor my posts but this blog is 18+ - No minors, please ✌🏻

I’ll probably update this post as I think of things~ but that’s just a little something to start ✨

At the moment this is my only blog~ I haven’t been able to make a new one without it having immediate issues 😭 So~ my SC is posted here, if you can find it you can add me 💕

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estrellami-1 · 2 months

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If I Should Stay

On the 15th, as promised! Ngl, I definitely almost forgot this. I have SO many feelings about this one, y’all check the tags if you want my ramblings. Buckle up. Also, happy stabbing Caesar day.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 64 | Part 65 | Part 66

Steve works his jaw, staring at Will. “Yeah,” he whispers. Will looks down. “Hey,” Steve says gently. “That’s not on you, okay? And Jonathan’s a really great guy. He and Nancy both had a lapse in judgement. They got together a while later and they were better for each other than she and I ever were.”

“But they hurt you.”

Steve chuckles. “In the moment, sure. But I’m fine now, I’ve moved on. It surprised me just now because I didn’t expect her to react like that. I know that’s not who she is as a person, and I’m sure as soon as Joyce talks to her about it and she’s had some time to think about it, she’ll come apologize. But none of that is on you, okay?”

Will shrugs, playing with the hem of his pants.

Steve glances at Eddie, who winks and plops down cross-legged next to Will, nudging their shoulders together. “My dad’s in jail.” Will looks up at him, surprised. Eddie shrugs. “I’ve had time to process, but it took me a while to realize he just isn’t a good person. Now, my momma was an angel among women, she just had a disease. It didn’t make her a bad person. But they’re my parents, so that must mean I’m a bad person with a disease, right?”

“No!” Will says emphatically. “Just because they-” he pauses, mouth a perfect circle, before flushing and ducking his head, smiling a little. “Okay. I get it.”

“Good kid,” Eddie says fondly, ruffling his hair. “Now, back to the planning?”

“Probably,” Steve nodded. “First things first, who wants out?”

“Papa hurt El?” Mike asks. Steve nods. “Then let’s kill this fucker.”

“Language,” say all the adults, and Mike rolls his eyes.

“I’m in,” Will adds.

“Me too,” Dustin says, and Lucas nods.

Steve looks around, and all the adults present nod at him. Robin squeezes his hand, and Alli pulls him closer to her by his shoulders. “Alright, little brother,” she says. He elbows her. “What’s the plan?”

Steve sighs and looks to El. “What do you think, Ellie?”

“Everyone else is dead,” she murmurs. “But if I go into the rainbow room, I will see them.”

Steve’s heart breaks. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

She smiles sadly at him. “You cannot promise me that, Steve.”

He meets Robin’s eyes above El’s head, watches her heart break. “Watch me.” He looks back to El. “I know what he put you through, El.”

“He loves me.”

Steve takes a breath, shuts his eyes for a moment. “Remember what I told you, last time you said that?”

El nods. “You thought the same thing about your parents.”

“Exactly. It took me a long time to learn, but they don’t love me. And there’s nothing I can do to change that. Even if I was perfect, that wouldn’t be enough for them. Does that make sense?”

She nods. “You love me differently from how Papa loves me.”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. “Which do you like better?”

“Yours.”

“Do you know why?”

She thinks about it for a minute. “You love me because you see Ellie. He loves me because he sees Eleven.”

Next to him, Alli makes a broken sound. Steve reaches back to hold her hand. “Yeah, Ellie. That’s exactly right.”

“I do not want to only be Eleven anymore,” she decides. “I want to be Ellie.”

“And that’s why I’ll do all of it myself if I have to,” Steve tells her. “So you can be Ellie. You don’t have to go in the rainbow room, okay?”

“Okay,” she nods, wiggling around until she can bury her face in his neck and whisper, “I trust you.”

He blinks quickly. “I’m glad,” he whispers back.

“Ellie,” Wayne says, voice not much steadier than Steve’s. She shifts to look at him from where she’s tucked into Steve. “We all want you t’be just Ellie if you want it. We’re all gonna be right there with you.”

“Thank you,” she says quietly. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I won’t be strong enough. If I see Papa.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Hopper says, checking his gun. She shifts to look at him. “He’s not going to hurt you again.”

She frowns and buries her face back in Steve’s neck. “I’m happy,” she murmurs. “But I’m also very sad.”

Steve sighs and hugs her tightly. “I know how you feel.”

“I don’t like feeling this way.”

“I know, El. I don’t think there’s really any way to get rid of the feeling, though.”

“Just life,” Alli says quietly, scooting closer and laying a comforting hand on El’s upper arm. “I know it’s a cliché, but it’s true.”

El looks up at Alli. “Okay. What’s a cliché?”

Alli meets Steve’s eyes, a smile starting to spread, and Steve thinks everything’s going to be okay.

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