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hwaflms · 2 days

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wicked games! ★ [ l.jn ]

{💭} jeno : let’s play a game. you like games, right?

[☆] pairing. perv!jeno x f!reader, mentions of bf!chenle x gf!reader

[☆] genre. smut | dubcon + cheating au

[☆] wc. 4.1k

[☆] warnings. explicit content (mdni), heavy dubcon elements (don’t like it, don’t read.), infidelity, jeno is a perv, manhandling, voyeurism, dacryphilia, forced kissing, harddom!jeno, fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, use of words like ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, slapping, lots of spit, hair pulling, forced submission, implied sex, implied breeding, i think that’s it but pls lmk if i forgot smth!

[☆] notes. i don’t condone any of this, if you don’t like it, just don’t read it! a little darker than my usual work, but happy (late) jeno day!! not super proofread but this was meant to be a drabble and i got a little carried away…but i’m also thinking of a part 2? idk ‼️ anyways pls don’t interact with my work unless ur 18+ thank u!!!

from the second your closed fist meets the door, you know this was a mistake.

this is not to say that you thought it was a fantastic idea before, spending over an hour just tossing and turning in bed in utter turmoil over the thoughts in your head. turning over to your left, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend chenle, sleeping soundlessly with slightly parted lips, arm wrapped around an extra pillow tightly. he wears a plain, white shirt along with a pair of checkered boxers, an outfit he slipped on after getting out of the shower and into bed.

you don't know where it went sour. you don't know when watching a show and cuddling you to sleep became him sleeping right after his shower with an arm wrapped around a pillow. you don’t know when the last time he touched you was. and you don’t remember when you started noticing jeno.

and you’ve noticed the looks, too. he’s not particularly shy about it either, so it’s some kinda of a miracle that chenle hasn’t seen him yet. when chenle first introduced you to his friends, you immediately liked every one of them except jeno. you couldn’t explain it at all, he hadn’t done anything outright bad but something about him just didn’t sit right with you. maybe it was the lingering glances, the way he shamelessly checked you out, the cleverly hidden but distinctly predatory look in his eyes when he surveyed you, even in front of other people.

jeno was chenle’s roommate, which meant you were around him a lot. you didn’t mind at all, initially, even seeking him out at home to strike up a conversation, or offer him a bit of something you had just baked for chenle. it was when you started becoming aware of the looks, of how his hand lingered on the small of your back when passing you by in the kitchen, of how his eyes scanned your legs when you wore shorts. you think the final straw was when you accidentally walked in on him watching some pretty rough porn in his room, which you only entered to return a pair of socks that got mixed up with yours and chenle’s laundry. in your defense, the door was ajar while he knew you were home, but what really got to you was the fact that he never even paused the video or tried to hide the tent in his pants when you walked in, just nonchalantly thanking you for giving his socks back. you didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed the expanse of your body for a couple seconds before you left the room awkwardly, making sure to shut the door.

at first, you were uncomfortable. you debated telling chenle in your head numerous times, but your lack of concrete evidence made you think twice. was it fair to try and turn chenle against one of his best friend over a simple feeling you got? maybe not, you thought. but that feeling never went away. jeno made sure that it was persistent, made you feel like you needed to constantly look over your shoulder, until that uncomfortable feeling kind of morphed into a defeated one. you realised that at this stage, jeno wasn’t going to ever do anything. he had his chances too, so you figured that if he was ever planning to cross a line, he would have done it by now.

so you accepted that he was nothing more than a pervert and there was nothing you could do about it. that was up until a week or two ago, before you found yourself looking at jeno in a different light for the first time. it was no secret that your relationship with chenle was souring, diminishing before your eyes yet neither of you ever brought it up. instead you both sank into your miserable routine of tolerating each other, choosing to coexist peacefully instead of talking it out like you would have initially.

maybe you started hating chenle. maybe it was the empty space between your bodies, or how cold your hands felt nowadays that filled your heart with such bitterness, or maybe it was the fact that your body was throbbing, just aching and begging to be touched, that made you think all these thoughts that would have never crossed your mind before. like the animosity you felt towards chenle. and the curiosity you felt about jeno.

forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from chenle’s sleeping figure, you find yourself in front of jeno’s door, hand raised and closed in a fist like you had just knocked. your heart is pounding throughout your body, in disbelief over what you were doing. it takes him maybe ten seconds to open the door but it feels like an eternity, an undeniable feeling of dread pooling in your stomach over a situation you put yourself in. his eyebrow is raised when he opens it, one hand on his door handle and the other resting against its frame, towering over you in a way that already makes you feel small.

“can i help you?”

can he? you don’t answer, mouth opening in an attempt to speak but no sound leaves it. he inclines his head as if to urge you to say something, a bored expression on his face. jeno is attractive. you can’t even deny that. he wears a black tank top that stretches over his wide chest, a pair of loose sweatpants paired with it. the muscles of the arm holding on to the doorframe bulge, a gulp going down your throat as you look at it and look away.

he releases an annoyed sigh to snap you out of your thoughts, hand coming down to grip your forearm, all but yanking you into his room. you don’t even have time to react, already shoved near his bed when he turns around, arms crossed as he stands in front of the door in a way that could block your exit. you should have known he wasn’t going to pass up a moment with you alone.

but still, you try and explain the situation away. “t-the wi-fi password…”, you explain with a nervous chuckle, feigning indifference as you remain near his bed, a good amount of distance between your bodies. “i need the um, wi-fi password.”

you don’t even have your phone. the realisation hits the both of you at the same time, your mouth falling open a little while he looks incredulous, a disbelieving smirk on his lips. “the wi-fi password. you didn’t already have it?”, he counters, taking a step towards you. “from all the times you been in this house?”

you take a step back along with him, a blush coating your cheeks at how stupid he’s making you feel. “there must be something wrong with my p-phone”, you hate the way you stutter, wincing as you poorly argued back.

“you couldn’t ask chenle?”

“he’s asleep…”. it’s weak, but you have to try.

he finds this amusing apparently, because he repeats your statement after you, and your body freezes when she shuts his door. “he’s asleep…”

all you can offer him is a quick nod, but he sees right through you.

“you didn’t even bring your phone, doll”, he snickers, mockery just dripping from his tone and leaves you feeling vulnerable. “come on, cut the shit, what did you really want?”

at the present moment, you want nothing more than to leave, but your body is unmoving. “i…”, you start but you almost run out of breath when he takes a couple more firm steps in your direction. “what?”, he’s mocking you, and you feel that in order to be a comfortable distance away from him, you need to be sitting on his bed– a decision you immediately regret.

he’s in front of you in an instance, but makes no move to touch you. you’re face-to-face with his crotch from your position on the bed, and you have to look away to the side, heart pumping in your ears. “we both know why you’re really here, y/n.”

it’s a statement, but he looks like he’s expecting an answer, one that you can’t give him. you do look up at him though, and the look that crosses over his face makes your blood run cold. it’s all too intense for you, and you look back down, but what you see makes you blanch, not knowing which direction to look now. how is he so hard?

it should disgust you, the sight of his hand reaching down to grip his thick cock right in front of your face, but it doesn’t. your heart is still pounding as fast as ever, but your eyes flick back to his when he practically moans your name, leaning away from him a little. “at least pretend you’re not enjoying this”, he practically spits and it’s so demeaning, him looking at you like you’re the dirty one. you start to shake your head and he mockingly mimics you, scoffing when your eyes turn pleading.

much to your surprise, he takes a step, albeit small, away from you, arms folding across his chest again. your first instinct is to get up and just make a run for it, but your body is in no mood to comply. maybe it’s the fear, but a part of you think it’s from that funny feeling in your stomach, one that used to make you recoil but appears to not work now. you also don’t fully believe that he’ll just let you walk out now. it seems like he recognises this, speaking up when your eyes dart from the door to his body.

“stand up.”

your eyes glance between his like they’re searching for something behind the crazed look. your body follows that demand however, nervously picking yourself up from your safe spot on the bed. he motions with his finger for you to come closer, but when you hesitate, his hand closes around your neck faster than you can react. you’re now directly in front of his face, close enough to see every mole, every eyelash. when he reaches his arms out to you, you’re quick to move away but he’s even quicker, grabbing ahold of your waist tightly anyway, holding you in place.

noticing the tears pricking your eyes, jeno lips curve into a fake pout, leaning down to kiss at the corners of your eyes. “i bet you look so pretty when you cry.”

of course this is what was always going to happen, of course. but you knew that. why else did you come here? the countless number of nights you lay awake next to chenle, just wishing he would touch you like he used to instead of falling asleep silently. that unnerving feeling jeno always used to give you, like he was just waiting patiently for his chance to strike. this was an ugly situation that you had gotten yourself into knowingly, and jeno looked like he was getting bored of giving you chances.

with the knowledge that he was finally alone with you away from prying eyes, he smashes his lips on to yours, not stopping even when you cry out weakly against his lips, caging you in with his body as you try and fail to push him away.

you do this because it hits you that you are actively cheating on your boyfriend, even though you didn’t exactly initiate it. with the situation looking as compromising as it does, your mind gets cloudy as you try to think of how you could appear completely faultless. jeno is relentless still, using every gasp and whimper as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, knowing he’s won when he finally feels your arms relax a little against his chest.

when he pinches the skin of your ass tightly between his fingers as a kind of warning, you kiss him back somewhat reluctantly, but no one asks you to slip your tongue over his. he groans into your mouth when he feels your fingers digging into the bare skin of his arm, the hand that wasn’t holding you in place coming up to roughly grope one of your breasts. this makes you cry out feebly into the kiss, arching a little into his touch against your will when he slips the hand under your (technically, chenle’s) shirt to continue his ministrations.

the thought of chenle makes your eyes snap open immediately, freeing yourself of the heated kiss now that your head wasn’t being held in place. this is wrong. it’s like you have now come to your senses, but the look of determination in jeno’s eyes tells you that you’ve come to that realisation much too late. “jeno, we- i can’t, chenle-”

it’s clear that he doesn’t appreciate you breaking the kiss, pinching your nipple harshly before removing his hand from under your shirt to instead grip your jaw tightly. “oh, now you wanna think about chenle?”, he seethes, forcing your face in front of his, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at your bottom lip. “when you came in here this late at night, practically begging me to fuck you?”

he’s sick, he’s twisted, you think, because you were certainly not begging him to fuck you, but you can’t deny that you came here searching for some kind of trouble. and now you got it.

this feels like it’s some kind of dream, though nightmare would be more fitting, one of those paralysing dreams where it takes immense effort to control your body.

you shake your head ‘no’ and jeno tuts in faux sympathy, an action that you hate to admit causes some heat to pool in your stomach. “let’s play a game. you like games, right?”

you’re sure you don’t want to play whatever game he has in mind, but you understand that he’s specking rhetorically, your opinion on the matter has no place in this world. “if i put my hand in your panties, and they’re in perfect condition, you can leave and forget this even happened”, he quips like you’re ever going to be able to forget this, smiling at you with no light in his eyes. “but…”

you were expecting the ‘but’ yet it still gives you chills, standing frozen in place when he runs his hand up and down your front lightly.

“if i find that someone’s ruined her panties for me…”, he trails off, stopping his hand at the waistband of your shorts, smirking when he feels your body tense. the heat of your body is basically radiating off you, and you know there’s no stopping him now when he looks up at you with a knowing smile. “i think i know what i’m gonna find.”

the next thing you know, you’re crying out against his chest, his arms holding your slackening body up as his fingers slip in and out of you easily. you knew you had lost this battle from the moment you knocked on his door, and jeno basks in his victory when he feels you clench around his fingers, licking and biting his away around your neck. “no marks, jeno, please”, you plead with him, eyes widening in fear at the thought of chenle seeing the evidence of your pathetic behaviour. “shut up and take what i’m giving you”, is the clear answer you receive along with a sharp slap to your exposed ass, your pants and underwear long gone as jeno works his fingers in you.

he bunches your shirt up above your breasts, releasing a whistle when he sees that you aren’t wearing a bra. “you were just waiting for me, weren’t you, you fucking whore”, jeno growls, and you think he’s truly deluded himself into believing everything he says, and it’s starting to seep on to you. your body jolts when he slaps your bare cunt three times in a row, like he’s punishing you for making him do this. “coming here with no bra on, just so fucking tight and ready to take me.”

he’s talking to himself at this point, because none of the sounds coming out of your mouth are coherent. jeno’s hand is forceful and quick, lips attached to your nipple and drilling two fingers into you at an angle that has you dropping your head into the crook of his neck to muffle the sinful noises you’re releasing. he sucks harshly at your nipple, letting his teeth graze against the sensitive tip, and you’re in tears, the sensation proving to be too much.

he’s pulling his fingers out of you and forcing you to your knees in a flash, but you’re just happy to be relieved of the torture administered to you by his hands and mouth, that made you cry out into his shoulder out of pain and pleasure. your joy is short lived however, when your eyes shoot open at the sensation of something warm and hard tapping against your cheek. and there it is, jeno’s impossibly hard cock mere centimetres away from your lips. “just made for sucking cock”, he notes, slapping his leaking dick against your teary face in a degrading manner.

he’s smoothing a hand down your head of hair, the action so heavily contradictory to his otherwise rough manhandling. “you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you, baby?”. you think this scares you even more, because you have no idea what to expect, but he proves to be himself when he grips a handful of hair in each hand, using them like handlebars. when you let out a surprised yelp at the acute ache that results from him pulling on your hair with force, he enters your mouth fully, pulling back out when you gag. his eyes marvel at the string of saliva connecting the tip of his dick to your lips, rubbing the tears that slip from your eyes around your face with his leaking cock. “my dirty fucking cockslut, i knew you’d be like this.”

you’ve never felt dirtier, yet you can’t explain why you’re wet enough to feel the cold breeze that enters from jeno’s open window against your pussy, making you clench around nothing. gagging around his shaft for the third time because of how deep he sinks his cock down your throat, you bring a hand up to wrap around his base so as to try and control the pace of his motions. “there we go”, he hisses at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him and allows you to pump him a couple times, slipping only the tip of his dick in and out past your lips.

you keep up this pace, swirling your tongue around the tip and jerking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. though he lets you take charge for a short amount of time, he grows bored of your pace, opting to thrust his cock into your mouth, chuckling at your wide eyes. “i’m gonna fuck your mouth, and you’re gonna take it”, he chides, slapping your cheek once making you whine around his dick, tears mixing in with the spit and cum coating your face. “so, tell me baby, chenle doesn’t fuck you good enough?”

if he’s actually expecting an answer, you can’t give him one, mouth so full of cock that your jaw hurts, trying your best to breathe through your nose. feigning boredom, he slips out of your mouth with a sound of annoyance for a moment, and sighs in disbelief when you unknowingly chase after if with you mouth, leaning down to grip your cheeks and squeeze them together.

“i used to listen to you getting fucked by him at night. but i haven’t heard you moan in ages, pretty”, your cheeks are squished together and you feel stupid, jeno’s gaze piercing. “always knew i could make better use of you. isn’t that right?”

you sniffle, attempting to clear your throat and blink, vision blurred by tears. he thinks he’s funny when he uses his grip on your jaw to move your head up and down like you’re nodding, but your body feels so fucked out that your head keeps going when he lets go, a shocked kind of laugh escaping his lips. “fuck…you really are a slut. do you ever think about anything that isn’t cock?”

more tears leak from your watery eyes when his degrading words do nothing but send shivers straight to your core, mouth falling open when he presses his tip against your puffy lips again. he moans uncharacteristically at the feeling and sight of his cock in your mouth, fucking into your mouth and treating it like your pussy. your throat grows tired of swallowing around it but he looks drunk off the sensation, so you lay your tongue flat against the underside of his hard cock and let him rut against it.

he’s absolutely brutal and relentless with his tempo, but nothing shocks you nor makes your pussy throb as much than when he leans down and squishes your cheeks together again, letting spit dribble from his mouth and fall where his cock and your mouth meet. everything about the action is filthy, but you’re wetter than you’ve ever been before, hollowing your cheeks as his thrusts become more erratic.

you know jeno’s close when he starts muttering profanities under his breath, the hands gripping your hair controlling your movements and forcing your head to bob up and down on his cock. “dirty little bitch”, he starts off breathlessly, seeing the drool running off your chin bringing him so close to the edge. “sucking my cock while nothing but a wall separates your boyfriend from us.”

your knees hurt and his words sting, but he pulls out, quickly wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking it off right over your face. your mouth is still open and you’re sure you look insanely vulgar but it only encourages jeno, tapping his cock against your tongue repeatedly. “tell me”, he demands, spitting into his hand so he can spread the substance around your lips as you try and evade it. “tell me how much you love my cock.”

you’re repeating after him like a broken record, and broken you are, so fucked out and cock drunk that you need him to do your talking for you. “love your cock- need you-”, you’re babbling but he accepts it, groaning when he works his hand around himself while hovering over your mouth, finally thrusting it back between your lips. the way you readily go back to sucking him off makes his cock twitch, and within seconds, he’s spilling his seed down your throat.

as his dick softens, he slips it out of your mouth and for the umpteenth time, forces your lips open with his hand. he spits into your mouth, but you aren’t even surprised anymore, accepting it with hooded eyes. “swallow”, he orders you and you comply, sticking your tongue out to show him how well you’ve done. “that’s a good whore.”

you were maybe even about to reply when you both hear the unmistakeable sound of a toilet flushing, and your heart sinks– chenle is awake. you’re quick to attempt to scramble to your feet, but your legs have fallen asleep from being in that position for so long that they almost give out, not that it matters anyway; jeno has no intentions of letting you stand up. his hand is back in your hair again, making you hiss out of pain and doing a good job of holding you down, but you turn to look at him desperately, trying in vain to shake your head free. “please jeno- chenle can’t see, please-”

you’re a blubbering mess but jeno doesn’t care, simply wiping your tears from your face and cooing softly and before you know it, that unsettling feeling returns, your ears thudding with the sound of your heart. “chenle’s gonna see, baby”, he agrees in a sympathetic tone, thought nothing about him is soft or caring. “chenle’s gonna see his girlfriend getting stuffed full of his best friend’s cum, and he’s gonna see her enjoying it.”

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whateveriwant · 4 months

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hi!! i really love your 141 headcannons, can i ask for the 141 with a exotic animal vet/zoologist s/o? tysm!!! 🤍

Soap

He thinks you are the coolest person to walk the planet

Seriously, with the way he looks at you sometimes, you swear it's like you're a superhero or something

Any chance he can get to brag about you to his friends, family, or even total strangers, he's taking it. And when he does start to talk, they better settle in for a while because he is not shutting up anytime soon

One of his favorite things about you is what he calls your “mental encyclopedia” of animals. It can be very helpful to refer to, especially when he's trying to describe exotic animals he's come across in the field

“What d’ye call those awkward, pine cone lookin’ lads?” he asks from the room over. You take a moment to think before shouting out your answer, a second later hearing the keys of his laptop clicking as he confirms for himself. “Pangolin! Yes! Tha’s the wee devil who stole my socks!”

Ghost

While he doesn't like to talk shop when it comes to his job, he could spend hours listening to you talk about yours

It's become a staple of your routine where every time you come home from work, he's there asking how your day went (and, get this, he's genuinely interested in your response)

Because he's usually pretty silent as he listens to you recount your day, sometimes you think he isn't even paying attention to you at all

But of course, just as soon as you begin to doubt him, he'll hit you with something that shows how attentive he's been all along

“How's Mona fairin’ by the way?” he asks one night in the middle of making dinner. Mona? The red panda who had a cough the other month? She's all well again, you tell him, surprised he remembered that. If he notices your shock, he doesn't say anything; he just gives a satisfied hum in response and continues cooking

Price

Because his job is so integral to who he is as a person, he loves having a partner who's also just as dedicated to their work as he is

He'll stop at nothing when it comes to supporting you and your dreams, a big one he knows is to travel the world one day. He plans to make that dream come true once he retires, but until then, he'll have to settle for bringing the world to you

Thus, every time he comes home from deployment, he's always bearing souvenirs – many of them featuring animals puns because he knows they're your favorite

It started as a joke at first when he saw a silly magnet he just couldn't pass up. But now it's become a proper tradition between you two, so every time he leaves, you're expecting to add another item to your collection once he returns

His favorite is a toss up between your ‘Toucan do it!’ inspirational poster and your matching ‘I'm with jackass’ / ‘I'm jackass’ donkey shirts

Gaz

He loves animals just as much as you do (if not more, honestly)

Literally on your first date together when you told him what you do for a living, he was about ready to drop down on one knee and pop the question right then and there

If it's a zoo or perhaps a sanctuary that you work at, you best believe you'll find him visiting you at every available opportunity he has

He sees you forgot your lunch at home? Oh no, he better bring it to you before you starve! He's running a few errands in the neighborhood? Hmm, might as well stop by and see his boo at work! (and, well, since he's already here, he might as well check out the new reptile exhibit you've been mentioning too)

Honestly, with just how frequently you're always bumping into him at work, you're convinced that most of the time he's not even there to see you

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anonymouspuzzler · 1 year

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some friends were talking about puppet Habit being like one of those stray cats who walks in your door and acts like they've lived there forever and Kamal finding him in a sweater drawer and I Could Not Stop Thinking About This

[Image 1 ID: Two black-and-white drawings. The first shows Kamal's hands pulling open dresser drawer to reveal puppet Habit nestled in a bunch of sweaters, looking up at him while smiling and chewing on a rubix cube. The second drawing shows Kamal wearing a binder, looking down in dumbfounded horror. End ID.]

[Image 2 ID: A black-and-white single-panel comic. Kamal, wearing a binder, socks and baggy pants, is crouched on top of a bed with striped blankets, looking extremely nervous. Puppet Habit's eyes can be seen in a shadow under the bed. Kamal clutches a phone in his right hand and says, "THERE IS A PUPPET UNDER MY BED. I DON'T OWN A PUPPET." A pop-in panel coming from the phone shows Habit on the other end of the line, also holding a phone and looking nervous, with an arrow pointing to him reading "forgot to tell him". End ID.]

#anonymous puzzler art #smile for me #kamal bora #boris habit #the little guy just walked in like he owned the place........#i like the idea of kamal constantly getting blindsided by Habit's New Sentient Life (ie puppet n the karlas)#and habit just Never Having Nor Providing Any Kind Of Explanation As To How Or Why This Happened

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totisviribus · 1 year

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An ADHD Morning

I set seven alarms so I don't oversleep. I couldn't sleep last night because I was researching ancient Rome on Wikipedia until 2am so I am bleary tired. My coffee maker is moldy from last week's brew and I don't even consider cleaning it, I just know that I won't be having coffee this morning.

I forgot to shower the night before, but now I don't have enough time to do it this morning, I got up too late. I use dry shampoo and hope my hair doesn't look greasy (it does). I scrape it into a messy pony tail that will give me a migraine but it's the only way it looks acceptable. My finger nails are stumps of dried blood because I picked at them all night. The inside of my lip is swollen and bleeding because I couldn't stop chewing on it, thinking about how I could ruin today. My eyebrows need to be plucked. My face is covered in acne because I never remember to take my makeup off before I fall asleep.

My bedroom is a sea of clothes, piled high to obscure the wooden floors. One hamper has some clean clothes in it, I know, but I have forgotten which one. My ironing board is under the piles somewhere, but it's broken, so I'll have to try to use the anti-wrinkle spray on the sweater I fish off the floor and hope it looks okay. It's already been forty minutes, how has the time passed this way? I will be late now, no hope of arriving on time. My sweater is covered in cat hair. Where is the lint roller? I look through the piles and can't find it. I spend ten minutes looking for tape to make a make-shift lint roller and it doesn't really work.

My dresser is filled with empty makeup tubes, used makeup wipes, glasses wipes, and used lint roller sheets. I pick out the products I use and quickly do my makeup on my unclean skin.

Purse. I need my purse. Which purse did I use last? Which has my wallet in it? I walk past the piles on the floor of my apartment, past the dirty dishes, past the mound of art supplies on my desk. I find my purse on the floor under my desk. Okay.

Socks? I need socks. My socks might show when I sit down in these too-tight too-short pants. I have to find matching ones. Clean ones? No, that's too much of a reach. I must just find matching ones. I search, digging through the floor piles. I find two that do not match, but are the same color. Good enough.

Fifteen minutes late. My cat chirps as he brushes against my leg. Oh! My little friend! He's so cute and sweet. My sister loves to get pictures of him, so I'll take one for her. Look up here, Blue! So cute. I should really update the instagram I made for him, I've met so many people who have the same type of cat. I should edit some photos of him today to post. He makes me so happy. I feel so lucky I get to have a cat and such a sweet, loving one like Blue. How many people get to have such a great pet? I'm so thankful for him, and I tell him so while I scratch his face the way that makes him purr.

I text my sister the picture. She tells me to have a good day. I try to find a cute GIF to send her to tell her to have a good day too. Here's one with Snoopy. She'll like that.

I also need to feed Blue. There are a dozen empty, smelly cans on the counter of cat food, but I pick a new one out of the box they were shipped in and put it in his dish with a random measuring spoon because all my other silverware is dirty.

Bag. I need to pack a bag. Laptop, keys, tissues, pens, notebook, headphones, charging cable for my phone. Is that everything? And my wallet, of course! Aha. That would be bad if I forgot that.

My shoes are dirty and scuffed but I don't have time to fix them. What kind of coat? I don't check the weather. I pick out a thin yellow one that I like. I've always liked bright colors. This will cheer me up to wear it. Bag, coat, keys, phone...where is my phone?

I have headphones on, listening to a YouTube video on two times speed, but I don't know where my phone is. I don't have time for this! But I can't leave without my phone.

It's deep in the covers of my bed. I don't remember putting it there between sending the GIF to my sister and now, but no matter. I found it.

It's twenty degrees and raining. I have no umbrella and my spring coat is incredibly inappropriate for the weather.

I've left my car on the street for a few days in an area that is only for 3-hour parking. The parking tickets are stacked on the windshield. I owe the city about $400 in parking tickets and I keep getting letters from the police that they'll boot my car if I don't pay. I messed up the days on my budget spreadsheet, so I won't be able to pay them for another month.

I have no gas. I check the miles my car estimates I can go with the amount left and compare it to what my GPS says. Just enough. Maybe. It'll be okay. I can't get gas now.

I forgot to brush my teeth. I forgot my laptop charging cable. I forgot to take my medication, and I forgot to bring my medication with me to take my second dose. When I finally arrive at my destination, I don't remember that my debit card fell between the seat in my car yesterday while getting coffee at the drive-thru. So I leave without it. I also forgot to put deodorant on.

I wonder what my coworkers would think of me if they knew about my messy apartment, my poor hygiene, my lack of planning skills. Will they notice my teeth aren't brushed? Do I have any gum, mints, anything?

My coworker sees me come in late with in an oddly-fitting outfit and messy hair, but I greet them happily when I come in. They say that everyone forgets things sometimes and lends me their laptop charger. I'll forget to return it, but they don't know that yet. They don't know about my kitchen or my bedroom or my clothes or my unwashed face or my parking tickets. They don't know that without my medication I will be useless for the entire day and get nothing done, making more work for them.

I'm an excellent actress. I pretend to be like everyone else, and somehow I pass the test every time. I'm a shy, kind, young woman - they would never suspect there is a moldy box of forgotten take out food in my backseat that I'll discover in a few days. People socialized as female are expected to be neat, organized, in control. They don't even consider that I might not be those things.

"What did you bring for the potluck today?" my coworker asks.

The ingredients I bought for the dish I signed up to make are rotting in my fridge, forgotten as soon as I put them there after shopping two weeks ago. I didn't think to buy them closer to today. I also didn't think to put the pot luck on my calendar.

I make up an elaborate story about how my boyfriend needed to be picked up from a far-away job site last night. She believes me and I feel I don't deserve it.

I wish I wasn't a good actress.

#adhd #adhd women #adhd post #adhd tag #adhd things #executive dysfunction #neurodiverse stuff #add #essay #personal #totisviribusletters #adhd feels #adhd life #adult ADHD #adhd adult #adhd brain #my adhd

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cupids-cringe · 5 months

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falls from the ceiling in the middle of the show stage and lands on the floor with a cymbal crash sound effect before the spotlight turns on to my crumpled form

GUESS WHOS BACK.

i found these a little hard to do much to since the Admins tron outifts are so crucial to their identity in the first 2.5 episodes & even in episode 3 they all have matching outfits, i felt sooo bad getting rid of that. we'll get to that in a moment

FIRST, NOTES UNDER THE CUT!

short notes since theres not much to say:

Admin P now has green pockets on his trousers & green fabric at the elbow like a pad

Admin F has a blue belt, shorter but sharper coat & slightly more of the blue trim

& Admin C has buttons on his coat & a locket (with a photo of Freeman inside it)

but

NOW FOR THE FUN PART!

BAM!!

ADMINS BUT THEY'RE CASUAL!

Admin P

whoops i dressed your space grandpa like an old man

•canon to hlvrv is the fact P isn't a clone hes a robot which means i get to add all the green parts to his extendo limbs!

•the gloves are because he goes around punching things and while these aren't nearly protecting as much surface as actual boxing gloves would, they do provide a bit of padding to his knuckles

•noticed as well that in most of his appearances P rips the sleeves off his shirts so i had to keep that in

•debated if Admin P would be the kind of old man to wear sliders with socks. chose against it.

Admin F

whoops i also dressed your other space grandpa like an old lady

•its probably a bit out of character for him but. the idea of Admin F, a Bubby, to dress in GRANDMA KNITTED CARDIGANS. like yeah all the cardigans he owns are still covered in flames and maybe a skull but its still a granny cardigan.

•other than that really hes the same old man who honks the horn at everyone else on the road when he drives.

Admin C

•C's locket remains intact yet now tucked under his overalls & with a photo of ALL the Admins inside

•his earring. is a coolatta.

•i almost forgot to mention his hair! theres a lot of 'Gordons are so stressed they all start prematurely greying' what about the TOMMYS? C ESPECIALLY. C has been through a lot of stress with losing his friend to his evil dad who then sent them on a multiversal goose chase! then having to face being trapped in nightmares by someone who tried to free his dad. THEN having to save his friends AGAIN from being kidnapped by ANOTHER evil villain in the multiverse completely unrelated to his dad this time. THEN-

i love adding additional things i don't point out, its like a guessing game i know all the answers to

#my art #hlvrv #hlvrv headcanons #part 4!#sorry for unmatching your admins

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noyzinerd · 1 year

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The Sterek Timeline Between The Show And The Movie: Friends To Lovers, Single-Parent, Slowburn

My new headcanon is that Derek had Eli during his time in South America during the later seasons (like around s04-s06).

He wasn't exactly hiding Eli, it was just that no one in the pack bothered to ask and it never came up because Derek only saw the pack around that time when there was a crisis and no time to catch up.

At some point, years before the up-coming movie, the FBI are once again investigating a string of werewolf related murders in South America (that Derek was already investigating, as it involved pack networking and territories and alliances and all that werewolf diplomacy jazz he was looking into in s06) and Stiles and Derek's paths cross again.

So the two of them team up and have a little mini-adventure and Stiles finds out about Eli when he's about 4. Since the sting operation requires careful planning and gathering intel, Stiles ends up crashing at Derek's place for like a month as they work the case. Stiles gets to see how Derek lives and gets to learn more about his adorable son. His heart absolutely melts watching Derek do Dad things, like chasing down errant missing socks and arranging snacks into animal shapes and just being this soft, loving guy he never got to be back in Beacon Hills.

Meanwhile, Derek gets to see how great Stiles is with Eli. Stiles purposely over-exaggerates his already silly, fast-talking, flail-y nature and it's a big hit with the toddler. Futhermore, Stiles isn't afraid to make a fool of himself, so his silly sounds and voices and his ridiculous dancing have this unrestrained honesty that Derek (or anyone else, for that matter) could only ever dream to achieve.

When the mission is over and it's time for Stiles to leave, he instead takes a sabbatical to help with Eli while Derek cleans up pack business for a few days.

But then a few days turn into another week or two because Stiles should really stick around to make sure everything is truly resolved with the case. Got to make sure there aren't any loose ends.

A few weeks turns into a month, because, despite being there for two months, Stiles hasn't actually gotten the chance to see the sights and explore South America. Besides, the FBI won't contact him again until a new big case drops, so why not enjoy himself until then?

And eventually, Stiles just never leaves.

Of course, during this time Derek and Stiles grow closer and slowly get together.

All while the pack is none the wiser.

When the movie events roll around, I imagine everyone loses their mind about finding out that Derek had a kid.

By the time they call Stiles to tell him the mind-blowing news that Derek has a son, Stiles is just like, "Oh, Eli? Yeah, I've known for like 10 years...guess I forgot to tell anyone...whoops..."

(He also forgets to mention that they've been living together as a family for all of those 10 years too...double whoops...)

#sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mieczysław stiles stilinski #eli hale #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #minific #headcanon #I like to think the Sheriff was updated about all this the whole time but didn't tell anyone because it wasn't his business to tell #And the sheriff figured Stiles never told anyone because it was supposed to be a secret #Not realizing Stiles just forgot to mention it for 10 years #Oh and the Stilinski-Hales moved back to Beacon Hills the following year when Eli turned 5 #That way he wouldn't be leaving any friends behind and be able to make new friends when he started the first day of kindergarten #Hopefully this post will be enough to sustain all you content-goblins (I say fondly) over the Thanksgiving weekend #happy thanksgiving everybody 🤗

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gnrbitch · 1 year

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Summer Break Pt.2- Sweet LA

Summary: Ice Breaker

Warnings: Profanity, Smoking

Y/n’s Outfit

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1986

“Oh my god Duff this is her?” Duffs girlfriend, Mandy spoke when she saw them enter the house.

“You’re the cutest little thing i’ve ever seen!” Y/n looked at her brothers blonde girlfriend with no emotion, looking back at Duff (who was standing behind her) then back at the girl, she spoke, “I’m Y/n”

“Even your name is cute! I’m Mandy, your brothers girlfriend”

“Cool. I like your… shirt” Y/n said giving Mandy a small smile.

“Thank you! Do you usually dress like that?” Mandy said looking at Y/n up and down

“Like what?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, was there something wrong with her outfit?

“Nothing! Like nothing” Duff said walking Y/n further into the house.

“This is where you’ll be sleeping, sorry it’s not much” He said showing Y/n a small bedroom with two twin beds on it. “Also i forgot to mention you’ll be sharing a room with Slash” He said as he watched his sister nod her head and walk in

“Is that okay?” He said turning to look at Slash, who was now standing besides him.

“Yea that’s cool” she said “Can i change? it’s fucken hot here”

“Yea. Go ahead”

Y/n slowly closed the door and put her bag down on the bed, then took a pack of cigarettes out, and put one in her mouth

Not yet lighting it, she walked over to the small window and opened it, letting in fresh air.

“Smells fucken musty” she mumbled to herself as she changed into a pair of jorts, and a tight blue adidas tee.

She finally lit the cigarette that was in her mouth, sitting down on the bed and just inhaled and exhaled.

Was she even gonna like LA? she thought, it was way out of her comfort zone, the people here were too egotistical. Plus what’s up with Duff? Y/n thought about that moment in the car where he completely embarrassed her, especially in front of his friends.

Ashing a bit of her cigarette, she put her black & white superstars back on (She was wearing white socks, and she didn’t wanna dirty them).

Cigarette in her mouth, she walked out and sat herself in between Izzy and Steven, the room being completely silent.

“Sooo” Y/n said looking around the room, taking a hit of her cigarette “Are you guys always this quiet”

“No, this is just awkward” Axl said

“It is huh” Y/n said fluffing her hair up

“So do you have a boyfriend back home?” He said putting his legs up on the coffee table

“Nah” Y/n said shaking her head, taking the last hit of her cigarette, putting it out “I’m not the boyfriend type”

“Girlfriend?” Axl said, a smile peaking from the corner of his mouth

“No” Y/n let out a little laugh “Definitely not the girlfriend type”

“But you’re so cute! Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Mandy spoke up

“She just said she’s not the boyfriend type Mandy” Axl said rolling her eyes

“Yea… but why?” she said looking at the girl sitting across from her

“I’m not sure” Y/n said shrugging

“Boys suck that’s why” Duff said

Y/n laughed

“Hey no we don’t” Steven huffed

“Yea you guys swallow too” Y/n said, bursting into laughter

She quieted down as soon as she saw everyone giving her an odd look

“Not funny?” she asked

“I feel like it was funny but i’m not too sure” Slash said

“I don’t know how to feel about these kind of jokes” Duff said shaking his head

“um” “okayyy then” Y/n said awkwardly

“So do you still play?” Duff asked, trying to get over the fact his sister just made a sex joke

“Sort of, I haven’t been playing too much”

“Why not?”

“Wait what do you play?”

Duff and Slash asked Y/n at the same time

“Guitar” she looked over at Slash, then back to Duff

“I’ve just been doing stuff for the other bands”

“what! like what?” Duff said freaking out

“Chill dude” Y/n said rolling her eyes “I’m not a groupie if that’s what you were thinking”

“I just design their flyers, but i play with them one in a while”

“Do you have them?” Slash asked

“What the flyers?”

“Yea”

“Yea they’re in my bag, hold on” Y/n said getting up to go grab her notebook from her bag

Putting the book down on the table, she spoke

“You guys could look through them, i gotta go piss”

She walked away before turning back around “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Last door” Duff said pointing into the hallway of his tiny apartment.

“okay”

“Dude look at this one!” Slash said turning the page to a heavy guy with a fro and his face melting, with ‘Melvins Again’ written on the top.

“Y/nn these are fucken dope” Slash said with a cigarette in his hand

“Thanks” “Can i have one?” Y/n said pointing to Slashs cigarette pack

Slash turned to look at Duff, who just nodded his head.

“Thanks” she said as he gave her one, lighting it for her

“I like this one” Steven said holding up the book a little kid with a small body and a big head, bitting a huge apple with ‘Bite the apple, Mother Love Bone” written at the top & bottom.

“That one’s one of my favorites” Y/n smiled “I have a fat juicy crush on their guitarist” she laughed as she saw Duff whip his head to her

“Is he cute?” Mandy asked

“Yea, he’s a bit of a square though”

“aw! what’s his name?”

“Stone”

“Weird fucken name” Slash spoke moving his hair out of his face

“Says the guy named Slash” Y/n smiled at him

“Woah! i’ll have you know my name is very fucken cool”

“Sure, coolest name ever” she said, still smiling, but with a sarcastic tone in her voice

“So why don’t you date him?” Axl asked

“I am dating him”

“But i thought you said you weren’t the boyfriend type”

“I’m not”

“Weird” Izzy said

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Part 2!! Just wanted to make this one a little ice breaker moment, but I promise there’s more to come!! Hope u guys enjoyed 😘😘😘

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msmischief101 · 1 year

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♫ Pairing: Steddie ♫ Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson ♫ Tags: established relationship, secret relationship ♫ Words: 2684 ♫ ao3

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knew all along

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“Shit.” Steve hops over the floor of Eddie’s trailer, trying to slip into his jeans while simultaneously looking for his socks. “Shit, shit, shit.” This did not go according to plan. It’s a Monday, he expected to be awake at a reasonable hour. But he probably expected a little too much from Eddie. It’s not like school is high up on his list of priorities. Steve should’ve set his own alarm. Robin is going to kill him if she’s late to class — especially since she’s having the first period with Vicky.

Eddie groans. “You know my uncle came home from work an hour ago?”

Zipping his jeans up, Steve shoots his boyfriend a look. His gaze catches on a box of take-out that most likely predates the start of their relationship. “You know that take-out box probably created its own flora and fauna by now?”

Eddie grunts, but to his credit, he reaches for the empty box and tosses it in the general direction of his waste bin — and miraculously does not miss it.

Huffing, Steve slips into his shoes.

“Why are you so stressed anyway?” Eddie mutters into his pillow, stretching under the covers. “You gotta be at work in like—“ he stops, and there’s a rustle of sheets “— four hours?” Eddie exclaims before groaning again. Sounds like someone realized they have to get their ass out of bed as well.

Steve throws a random shirt at him. “I promised to drive Robin to school, and I gotta pick Dustin up too.” And he should’ve left Eddie’s trailer at least ten minutes ago; thirty to make sure Max doesn’t catch him sneaking out of Munson’s trailer. They may be going steady, but Steve still isn’t sure how to tell everyone. Luckily, Eddie is very cool about it, even though he’s a bit irritated about Steve not telling Robin out of all people.

Steve drops back onto the mattress. “Honey,” he whispers, tugging on a curl with a grin, “if you ever wanna leave that school, get dressed, brush your teeth, and meet me in my car in five minutes, “like this, he might have the chance at a cover in case Max sees him. It would also be a great explanation as to why he’s late.

Eddie mutters something under his breath and then rolls onto his back. “I almost forgot how bossy you can be, sweetheart.” His hand curls around the nape of his neck, grip just tight enough to show a hint of possessiveness.

If it weren’t for Robin and Dustin, Steve would not leave this questionable excuse of a bed for a million dollars. “Get your ass in gear,” he says, kissing the tip of Eddie’s nose, and forces himself to get up. “See you in five.”

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“You’re late,” Robin informs him, slamming the door shut.

“Sorry,” Steve says, ducking his head a little, “but someone wasn’t ready.” He shoots Eddie a pointed look in the rearview mirror.

Robin follows his line of sight. “What’s he joining us for?” Her eyebrows rise high enough to completely vanish under her fringe as she levels her gaze back on Steve. There’s something searching in her gaze, and she’s scarily good at finding everything she’s looking for.

Eddie knocks his knees into the back of the driver’s seat, sending a shock through Steve’s whole body. “I wanna leave this shithole for good, heard of this arrangement and thought Daddy over here would make sure I at least make it on time to school.” He sounds very casual about it, but the kick to the seat was more than a little intentional. As much as he’s accepting Steve’s secrecy, he’s clearly losing his patience when it comes to Robin.

Grimacing a little, Steve starts the car again. It’s stupid. He knows it’s stupid. Eddie and Robin get along. They are out to each other — and out of every single one of his friends, Robing would not ask any questions. She’d get her digs in about King Steve and Eddie The Freak and things would get back to normal.

Steve just needs to find the right moment.

“So,” Robin says, still looking at Steve as if she’s on the hunt for the truth, “is this gonna be a daily occurrence?” She gestures in Eddie’s general direction as someone would point out the sun during a discussion of the weather; careless but still undeniably making a point.

“Probably not,” Steve utters at the same time as Eddie says, “you’ll have him to yourself at work.”

Robin hums. “There I’ll have to share him with the babes.”

There’s another kick to the back of his seat.

Swallowing, Steve tightens his grip around the steering wheel. “And all the non-babes,” he reminds her, trying to sound casual, but the tempo limit is slowly slipping away from him. “How many times do I have to tell you that I attend to babes and non-babes equally?”

Robin lets the statement hang in the air.

Eddie makes a sound that’s somewhere between swallowing his laugh and a pug breathing after running up the stairs. Funny as he thinks it is, at least nobody can argue Steve never dropped any hints.

The silence is long and heavy enough, Steve considers filling it with whatever music is on the tape Max left behind. But silences with Robin usually don’t last all that long. They make both of them uncomfortable, but Robin can’t resist filling it for longer than a couple of minutes.

Sure enough, after sucking air between her teeth, she runs her fingers through her hair. “You really think I should ask her out?” The whole sentence sounds like one word in a different language.

By now, Steve is fluent enough in Robin that he has no issue deciphering it. “Yes, I think you should,” he tells her for the fifth time in as many days.

Robin sinks deeper into the seat. “Even though she dated a guy?”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Steve reminds her, knowing that Robin is more than aware and it’s just her anxiety throwing her critical thinking skills off kilter.

She stomps her feet with a low wine.

Once again, Eddie kicks his seat.

“Will you stop?” Steve finally snaps, shooting another glare at his boyfriend — soon-to-be ex if he keeps this shit up.

Eddie grins at him. “It’s not my fault I don’t have enough room for my legs.”

“Then sit behind Robin, god.” Steve understands Eddie’s frustrations. He really does, but pushing him will not get either of them anywhere. He will tell her. Soon. Maybe even this week.

Unsurprisingly, Eddie does just that, but his new seating arrangement gives him the opportunity to hit Steve full force with his stare of judgment.

Another silence hangs heavy in the car. Robin studies the side mirror for a few seconds. Then she turns to Steve. “You gotta teach me.”

“Teach you what?”

“How to ask out girls.” Robin looks around Dustin’s street a little panicky and wrings her hands in her lap. “You’re smooth. I need to learn how to be smooth.”

Steve glances at Eddie in the rearview mirror, watching as his cheeks redden with the effort of not choking on his laugh. A little annoyed, he stops the car in the still-empty driveway. Sure, Steve has been anything but smooth while Eddie was flirting aggressively. That does not mean Steve is unable to pick up whoever he wants to. It’s just that he struggles with the people he’s genuinely interested in. Also, it didn’t help that Eddie is the first guy Steve is interested in. He turns to Robin. “Vicky likes you.” He places his hand on both of hers, squeezing them slightly. “Just be yourself.”

“If you haven’t noticed,” Robin drawls, before taking a shuddering breath, “I turn into a rambling mess whenever I get nervous. I probably won’t even get the question out.”

“You will.”

Robin presses her lips together, holding his gaze for a few seconds, then parts them for a sigh. “I’d still be open for a few pointers.”

Chuckling, Steve lets go of her hands and glances at the house. There’s movement behind the door. “Be yourself,” he repeats, turning to Robin again. “You don’t have to hide parts of yourself. If Vicky likes you the way I’m sure she does, she’s not going to mind a bit of rambling.” Steve quirks a brow. Despite his feelings having changed into a strictly platonic love, he still finds her ramblings more than endearing.

“That’s pretty solid advice, Harrington.” Eddie nods slowly and raises his brows, his expression almost challenging in a way. Once again, Eddie is not wrong. Not at all.

But Steve isn’t going to tell her now.

A knock on his window almost makes Steve jump out of his seat. “Shit,” he curses, spinning around to find Dustin grinning at him. “Get in the car, Henderson,” he yells because now he remembers how late they’ve been, to begin with. They gotta hope there are no police cars around if they want to make it on time.

Dustin plops onto the seat behind him. “What happened to your neck?” he asks instead of a greeting. One day, Dustin choosing curiosity over politeness will bite him in the ass.

“What do you mean— nothing happened to my neck,” Steve retorts, but his hands become awfully clammy as he starts the car again and Robin leans forward to get a better look. Again, the engine comes to life. This time, the rumbling of the car makes him feel a little queasy. It reminds him there’s no way to go. “Put your seatbelt on. Come, let’s go.”

Steve glances at Eddie in the rear-view mirror once again. Judging by his expression, he knows exactly what Dustin is talking about. No surprise there. After all, it’s his fault. Eddie loves to spend an abundance of time on his neck — and Steve almost hates how much he loves it. There’s absolutely no way for him to say no.

Steve backs out of the driveway, and not a second later, Eddie captures Dustin’s attention by talking about DnD.

Robin taps a finger against her leg. “You didn’t mention you had a date.” Which would be very unusual. They always talk about his love life. Well, they used to.

Readjusting his grip on the steering wheel, Steve licks his lips. “Can we maybe talk about this later?” he asks without taking his eyes away from the car in front of them. It’s in desperate need of some TLC. The license plate has got more dirt than letters.

Robin leans back in her seat, eyes darting from Steve to the side view mirror and back again. Sighing, she folds her arms. “You know that I know, right?”

“Know what?” Steve’s mouth goes very dry.

“The thing you know I know even though you clearly don’t want me to know.”

Steve blinks. “What?”

“I could spell it out for you.” Robin’s lips curl into a devilish smirk,” but I don’t think you want that in front of your son, Daddy.”

Eddie makes an impossible sound that results in a mean coughing fit.

Steve is silent for way too long, watching Dustin’s attempt at… something. Helping Eddie, probably. It’s hard to tell by all his laughter. Steve takes a deep breath. “That’s not what he meant by that.”

“No?”

“No.”

“No!” Eddie gasps, now laughing breathlessly, clutching his chest and head thrown back — and that’s when, right above the collar of his shirt, a hickey shows up.

Dustin spots it at the same time Steve sees it in the mirror. “Hey,” Dustin exclaims, and he leans forward, grabbing Steve’s eat, “were you two on a double date?” His cap knocks against Steve’s ear as he adds, “and you didn’t tell me?”

“Didn’t tell us,” Robin interjects, so clearly delighted by the situation, her grin outshines every neon sign in Las Vegas.

Stiles reaches around to push Dustin back. “First of all, I’m still driving.” The last thing he needs is for the kid to break his neck just because he’s too curious for his own good. “Second of all, I do not have to run by you who I’m dating or when I go on dates. You didn’t ask me about dating Suzie either.”

Dustin makes a dismissive gesture. “That’s totally different.”

“How is that different?”

“I have taste.”

“Hey!” Steve exclaims, and, much to his dismay, Eddie does so at the same time. Of course, he does. The guy does have an ego just big enough to be offended by a fourteen-year-old’s opinion.

Unfortunately, said boy is highly attentive. “Why are you offended?”

Robin laughs. Why does she enjoy torturing him so much? They’re supposed to be best friends. He drives her to school every damn day, and this is how she thanks him for it? “Okay, so,” Robin turns in her seat, propping her elbow on the backrest, “how long has that date—“ the way she stresses the word makes abundantly clear that she knows exactly what’s going on “— been in the making?”

Steve pulls a shoulder up. “A month or so?”

“Three weeks and two days.”

Both Robin and Steve turn their heads to stare at Eddie. He’s counting. He’s counting? The last thing Steve expected was for Eddie to pay attention to their relationship this closely. Not that he ever considered their relationship as casual, but knowing Eddie—

“School,” Dustin yelps, startling everyone in the car, “School! Steve, school!”

Steve whips around and slams his foot on the break. This action is instantly rewarded with someone blaring their horn behind them. “Fuck,” Steve mutters, pulling his car onto the parking lot. Without setting a blinker. Another aggressive car horn follows that action.

“Dude,” Dustin breathes, “what is wrong with you?”

The honest answer would probably require a therapist and a lot more time than they have right now, so Steve settles on, “short night.” He parks the car, barely resisting the urge to bang his head against the steering wheel. Instead, Steve focuses on Max and Lucas impatiently waiting by the entrance.

“Christ,” Dustin mutters, throwing the door open, and leaves the car without another word.

Robin boxes his shoulder a lot harder than should be allowed. “You and me, movie night. Today,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes dangerously. “You owe me an explanation. It'll better be a good one. And you, Munson.” Robin whirls around, starting Eddie further into his seat. “I’m watching you… so you better do not mess with a single strand of his perfect hair.”

Laughing nervously, Eddie shakes his head. “Not planning to, Buckley.”

Robin shoves the door open. “I expect pizza,” she informs Steve, tossing her backpack over her shoulder, “and snacks. There are no cancellation options. Seven pm. Sharp.” Not waiting for a reply, Robin slams the door shut and hurries towards the school, hopefully trying to catch Vicky before class starts.

Steve hopes she’ll ask her out.

“She’s a real one, huh?” Eddie scoots a little toward the middle of the backseat.

Steve laughs, feeling strangely relieved and helpless. “The realest”, he agrees and scrubs his eyes with the back of his left hand.

Eddie grabs his other, hiding their intertwined fingers between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles, and his heart swells to at least the size of a watermelon. “Tomorrow. I can come over after work.”

Instead of answering, Eddie very briefly bends down and kisses the back of his hand then squeezes it tightly. For all but a second, Eddie hesitates.

For all but a second, Steve considers asking him to stay. But he doesn’t because he really wants his boyfriend to graduate. “Go.”

“All right.” Eddie raises his hands. “All right, sweetheart.” Chuckling, he slips out of the car and follows the crowd into the building.

Steve watches him until he can’t anymore. Holy shot. He’s so fucking gone on this man, and it’s been barely a month. Three weeks and two days. Steve smiles to himself and shakes his head. He can’t wait to see how this unfolds.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #*tv:stranger things #*w:complete #*s:steddie

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imliterallyjustablackgirl · 5 months

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"About the Blogger" meme

Thank u sm for tag @happylikeasadsong

Star Sign(s): Virgo sun, Cancer rising and Aries Moon - * ratata, in the ghettooo*

Favorite Holidays: Christmas and New Years, I just love little lights and the snow in the trees and to be reminded that makeup is just make up by the Canadian wind, while I get bitch slapped like I owes it money, ahhh, canadian's winter. I loveeee Christmas songs, I get so excited when it'ssss timmmee ( Mariah is it you). I dream for the day were I get to put lil socks like in movies with name and everything. Might even stitch them myself uwu. We don't do it, but maybe one day, family on my own.

Last Meal: As like my last meal if I d i e or - I ate a burned sandwich, I did it to myself. Me and myself are not talking right now, the sandwich was the last straw for today. It had two large meatballs in a subway wanna be bread - could have been great- I'm getting emotional all over again.

Current Favorite Musician: Brown noise 10 hrs- no wait - Rap orchestra - that's like the current thing I'm listening to right now. Mostly Metro's concert rap Orchestra. But Tanarelle, forever my love. Sade, for sure.

Last Music Listened To: * sigh - go look at the last edit I watched** 1975- about you, the snippet of Holt singing. Last Movie Watched: Bottoms - Lmao- THEEE GAYYYZZZ

Last TV Show Watched: Craig of the Creek - Rick and Morty, Bob's burgers, I watch Bob's burgers alot.

Last Book/Fic Finished: Now why did you have to do me like dat.

Last Book/Fic Abandoned: W A W Abandoned? I Do Not Abandoned My Kids. They just live inside my head until one day a smell, a sound,or an idea reminds me that they exist, or I write them on a piece of paper and forget about it OR they live inside my notes pads. Let's not speak about myout-of-wedlockk Skyrock- Wattpat and Fanfiction.net, children, they are not mine, you cannot prove it. Where is the paternity test?

Currently Reading: Y'all posts, like it's bedtime stories. Curry's fanfictions - honestly I read most of y'all updated or not fanfiction, I was on A3O Sydcarmy tags when there was barely two pages, so ouf - thank you to y'all my loves :* truly. I would lie if I said now I have too much windows open I'm confusing the timelines and fanfic. - Seasons of Sydney by shewalksoverme I am waiting for them to update. I am not handling it well, sadly *sighs*

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: Canada's woods, slightly make me sounds like a serial killer but HOW would you write a werewolf Carmy,huh!? I lived there most of my life, thought it would help me get a better writing experience, yet I've been too busy to continue and now I'm alarmeling aware that we have coyotes. Great ;-;

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: I have alot but I watched the last episode of Stranger Things with my friends last year. S8 of TVD, feeling like a last survivor of some sort, trauma lol - The Howl House - the finality, it healed my inner child to see a queer neurodivergent kid being understood by her mom, kick ass and be happy lol.

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: Amphibia- it's such a cute and layered cartoon. OMG - I ALMOST FORGOT - CENTAURWORLD. It deserves the praise. It deserves to be acknowledged, the bad guy changed my perception of so many things.

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: I wish (His Dark Materials: The Golden Compass) when I tell you, that this fantasy world has haunted me, because of how good it was for little girl me, argh! I would watch it all over again, I wish it had a bigger fanbase - if you love Christmas-

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For:

Listen - Projects are not the issue, it's the follow-through, I'm gonna try writing mini-stories to keep my mind engaged. I'll manipulate myself into work - Also I keep losing password to things so, yeah- My fic started: Under the moon- I will this week updated it- I want to write more one-shots, more smut for sure- I am interested in exploring differents fronts of any characters. Shit, I might even a Bob's Burgers fanfic. You can't stop me, you're not my mom- that I know of :O I would like @currymanganese to do it @angelica4equity You don't have to, but like... an ant somewhere might die cauz of it so, idk- do u wanna be an ant murdereww? Yeah, that's what i thought

#owo

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goldentlme · 2 years

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WELCOME TO PART 2 : THE ULTIMATE SLEEP AWAKE TALENTSWAP ! BEFORE YOURE EYES NOW !!!!! i have . SO much to say about this its mostly me ranting about colours . be WARE !

EDIT I FORGOT TO TAG VENUS @chihirolovebot HEYY LOL

typical yelling below ! and Lots of it ! open at your own risk

brought to you by : my mikuification project ! ive spent so much fucking time on that Please . please . ill upload sdr2 when i finish thh and im almost done with it PLEASE !!

OKAY . this took a while . not nearly as long as i expected it to THANK GOD but still a bit . hands downt he most DIFFICULT part of this project was the colour choice .

first of all : these are ordered by the danganronpa v3 wiki character page , which is in alphabetical order by first name except for akamatsu who is at the top .

SECOND OF ALL : the red . physicists colour palette consists of the primay colours of white and olive green , with the secondary colour being black and the accent being gold . fine , right ? WELL its fine for a simple design like the regular physicist , where a 3rd dominant colour isnt needed . Howver most of the rest of thse designs GREATLY needed that 3rd , and i had a bitch of a time trying to figure out what exactly to make it . it took 10 minutes and a colour palette randomizer to give me the most Obvious solution of RED . Their eyes are literally red . How did i not think of that .

anyways youll also see a little but ofyellow in there too - my friend actually suggested that . the yellow on the artist look was already there when i showed this to it and its feedback was that the yellow seeme a little jarring compared to the rest and to add a little more and i said Wowie okay ! the yellow isnt as prevalent as i wanted but its fine as is i think ! other than that i tried to keep the dominant colours to green , black and red while preserving the general Colour blocking fromthe og . aka white shirt , green bottoms , black shoes . it didnt always work that way but it did most of the time !

OH and i also changed the colours here and there depending on what looked best in the moment . mainly astronauts purple graphic shirt and anthropologists brown shorts . originally astronauts socks were purple but that friend from earlier said it clashed so i switched it over [: the main colour on any one design depends entirely on what i thought looked best when i was colouring .

OK NO MORE COLOUR TALK . my favs are absolutely magician , detective , maid and anthropologist . Theyre so skrunkly .

idk if its obvious but i was kinda running out of steam while designing the last 2 , aka the aikido master and cosplayer . the way i did this was doing the lineart first all in one go and Then colouring them all soi dont get too hung up on one specific part , and designing those last 2 was So hard . some of these talents Were nightmares trying to design for , because the whole point behind this was 1: to make sleep awake fanart and 2: to practice outfit design while keeping the characters personality , tastes and colour palette . some talents dont really fit the reader , like maid , assassin or leader ( supreme leader is so weird of a talent name btw ) and i had to alter their persoality a bit to make it work . where others were just , kind of . not very tangible ? or have no specific visual references to go off of like entomologist , anthropologist or adventurer . so i got a little creative i guess .

THE DETAIL NOTES MY BELOVED !

- if it isnt obvious I have a very clear idea of what readers fashion sense would be . aka Minimal layering , SHORTS !!!! , gloves when possible , tall socks <3 and comfort above all else .

- most designs have a clearly visible pocket or pouch where their notepad is . usually the notepad is visible ! AND everyone DOES have the ring . the only 3 places i put them were necklace , finger and as an earring

- THE PLAID !!! designing the leader was already hard enough bc itsone of those non tangible talents . So i said What if ouma and reader had matching freak outfits and used oumas beta designs as reference ! the plaid is supposed to be readers checker print , and its onlyused in this and the adventurer . also i just really love berets

- MAGICIAN HAS A CARD EARRING AND IM OBSESSED WITH IT . its also onthe gay ear SMILE !

- maid .... was hard . i actually had 2 different versions of that fit and had to have my friends choose for me </3 heres the alt version sketch

FOR NOW ? i think thats all . my brain is running on empty rn bc im writing this the day before posting like idk half an hour after typing up the sprites post . i might come back and add more later if i feel like it but for now im done .

as always , thank you for reading ! ( u can really see where i got my physicist music taste headcanon from )

#my art #danganronpa #sleep awake #sleep awake fanart #hen shin

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balladedutempsjadis · 8 months

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I saw Jawan today and ...

The last film I saw on a big screen was Ponniyin Selvan, Part 2, and before I went to see Jawan I had a talk with myself. "Self," I said, "although I don't know much about this movie, I know that it is not directed by one of India's greatest directors, nor is based on a classic series of novels, nor is the sequel to the previous film which had well-developed, memorable characters even in smaller roles, played by extremely good actors. So do not expect, Self, that this will give you the same kind of experience that the PS films did."

And with that said, no, this definitely didn't give me the same kind of experience but it was really fun to see one time in a theater with friends.

Big, big, VERY BIG ENORMOUS SPOILERS. Don't read if you haven't seen the film and you want to be unspoiled.

Much like my PS2 theatrical experience, I MISSED THE FIRST TEN MINUTES AGAIN, ARGH! I was counting on previews and they didn't have previews, I guess? However, I don't think I missed out on as much as I did by missing the first ten minutes of PS2.

There were lots of things I liked about Jawan, so I'm going to start with those:

The good:

It was fun seeing a bunch of South Indian actors like Priyamani and of course Nayanthara and Vijay Sethupathi. (More about them later.) Oh, and I did like the mini-Family Man reunion with Priyamani and the actress who plays her character's daughter Dhriti on that show :D (If only Manoj Bajpayee had been in this and/or Raj & DK had written the script, this would have been a different film altogether.)

SRK is very charming, but much more so in the second half when he was playing the much more age-appropriate Vikram Rathore. I'll get to why I liked Vikram Rathore more in the parts that I DISLIKED but I also loved that Vikram was very funny. (I always love when SRK is slightly taking the mickey out of himself which he did in the second half of the film. And I cracked up when he asked Suji if she was also his kid.) I would watch a whole entire movie of Vikram Rathore doing cool stuff.

I liked the girl gang concept a lot (I would have even liked it more if the boss had been Kaveri Amma and not SRK, but I don't think the movie would have ever been made if that were the case) and I liked all the individual actresses.

Nayanthara - she was fabulous as the task-force cop and looked so good doing action scenes. I love her.

Deepika Padukone - she's so gorgeous and I had some Om Shanti Om vibes with this, which is a movie that I really love. And the emotional parts were pretty good too.

While the political messaging was extremely heavy-handed, I did like that it came up in the movie, especially the part about voting. (When they stole the voting machines, I couldn't help but wonder if the scriptwriters had been listening to any of the insane election 2020 denialism in the US :P Was Hugo Chavez behind any of this? :P) However, maybe the script would have been tighter if they had targeted ONE social ill, instead of all of them?

Vijay Sethupathi - I will always just really like him whatever he's doing, because I'm like a duckling about movies and I imprint on actors based on what I first saw them in*, and I saw VJS in Farsi first, and loved him in that. SO ...

There was enough humor that I didn't feel like it was entirely taking itself seriously which is important in this kind of a film (though you didn't have to show people rolling around laughing to cue us to laugh, director Atlee!!) Let your script do its thing, dude! (Oh, wait, I forgot that the script was ... the script that it was. Which brings me to the bad):

The bad:

I'm sorry but the de-aging VFX for SRK was honestly a bit creepy - people drag Nayanthara for having work done, but I'll take her still-human face over the plastic-y face Azad. When he pulled the bald sock thing off his head, I really thought he was going to peel off his entire face and show "normally aged SRK" but nope!

I just threw up my hands and laughed when they discovered Deepika was pregnant just by taking her pulse. Why do they even make pregnancy tests, am I right? And I don't know about India, but surely they would have you know, taken her blood group etc. when she was first incarcerated?

Which brings me to my VAST apology to all Tamil movies in which I have shaken my head in disbelief that a man who repeatedly has his head whacked with a metal bar or banged into a concrete pillar doesn't even have a concussion, let alone a skull fracture. No, compared to Jawan, you are all PINNACLES of realism! Because SRK was shot five times, thrown out of an airplane that was above the cloudline, fell into a body of water and didn't break any bones, AND banged his head on a rock and apparently just suffered some slight amnesia. Um, ok then! (I think the part where the dude finds him and says he's keeping his promise to Azad might have been in the first ten minutes that I missed, so maybe there's some explanation for why he didn't die - but for now, I just have to assume he was the incarnation of Grigorii Rasputin. And I will almost certainly never watch this movie a second time, so it will just have to remain a mystery unless someone can explain to me in the comments or something.

The music was completely forgettable. There wasn't a single song that I can even remember the tune of, nothing catchy, no memorable lyrics etc. That WAS disappointing.

Random new subplots that made NO SENSE. Like what was the whole thing about stealing the elections with mafia money? Why was that even in there? And if it had to be in there, why didn't the SRKs just leave him to the mercy of those people who would have murdered him inventively for losing their money? And if they just wanted SRKs to kill him the way he got Aishwarya killed, then why include that subplot? None of that subplot made any sense at all. (Actually very little of that plot made any sense.)

Another thing was the women's jail/rest home. If that is prison, I am surprised more people weren't clamoring to be incarcerated. It looked much nicer than living on a farm. It was super clean and they seemed to have a ton of freedom even before Azad became the warden.

The way Nayanthara was completely sidelined in the second half. I also have no idea why she decided to marry SRK after five minutes. (And they totally stole her costumes in Chaliye from the Kannala Kannala song in "Thani Oruvan" - a far, far better song than any of the songs in Jawan. (See below)

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So all in all, I did enjoy the film and I'm glad I saw it, despite its flaws. But this is not a rewatch for the nuances type of film!

*Kay Kay Menon, Tabu, and Shahid Kapoor fan for life because I first saw them in Haider. Which is definitely the best movie Shahid Kapoor has ever made, but Farzi was really excellent too and Shahid and Kay Kay were in it alongside VJS. Watch eeeeeeet!

#jawan #Bollywood films #shah rukh khan #2023 movies I have watched #Youtube

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