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epicsteddieficrecs · 2 years

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The First Epic Steddie Fic Rec

Y’all, I tried to resist, but it was bound to happen. This fixation will pass, she said. I don’t read enough fic to make it worth it, she said. I’ll just make the blog to save the username, she said.

So here I am with my first Steddie fic rec. This is basically gonna be everything I’ve read since I fell into the rabbit hole that is the Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson AO3 tag 😆 (actually gonna do a separate rec for WIPs because this was getting Too Damn Long). Don’t know if I’m gonna be as consistent with this as I am with my other fic rec blog. I guess time will tell ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . Hope you enjoy! Like, reblog and follow for more !

Also. Hey. My dudes, my gals, my nonbinary pals. Put your socials in your fics or your ao3 profile for the love of god. If you see anyone here that I haven’t tagged, please @ them!

Like a Record, Baby by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (PWP | 1,8K | Explicit): Three months after the world doesn't end, a traveling fair hits downtown Hawkins.When Steve and Eddie get stuck at the top of the malfunctioning Ferris wheel, Eddie has an idea for how to pass the time.

birds of a feather flock together by Bundibird/ @bundibird (Bi Disaster Steve | 2K | General): "You know," Robin tells Mike, her voice low and calm and soothing. "You can like both girls and boys." Steve jerks in his seat like someone slapped him. "What!?" he splutters, and it comes out as something halfway between a yelp and a squawk.

Wiggle and Flourish by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Fluff | 2K | Mature): Eddie says his bedroom is where the magic happens. Apparently he meant it.

Over The Phone by Trulynae (Modern AU | 2K | Explicit): Steve is sexting a girl and he ends up calling her to say the dirtiest things he could think of.With a mixture of sleepiness and horniness, Steve ended up calling the wrong number but it turns out that it wasn’t so wrong. (Part 1 of Steddie Over The Phone Series)

Ring Your Line by Trulynae (Modern AU | 1,5K | Explicit): Steve can’t stop thinking about the time he accidentally called Eddie and the night was filled with dirty talk.This time he calls Eddie again, but not by mistake. (Part 2 of Steddie Over The Phone Series)

promise me nothing, live 'til we die by MacksDramaticShenanigans/ @stevethehairington (S4E2 | 3K | General): “You’ve seriously never had your first kiss, though?”Eddie snorts. “Why do you sound so disbelieving? Come on, Harrington. I don’t exactly have a long line of suitors winding out my front door, vying for my hand or anything. Nobody wants to swap spit with the local freak. They might catch something.” “I’m not worried about catching anything from you,” Steve says. Eddie tilts his head, perplexed. “Okay… thanks?” Steve shakes his head. “No, I mean, if no one else wants to, I will.” “Will what?” “Kiss you,” Steve says and knocks all the air out of Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s eyes have got to be as big as dinner plates as he blinks at Steve. “What?”

The Hellfire Shirt Incident by god_hates_tyler/ @bisexual-cryptid (Coming Out | 5K | teen): Steve wears Eddie's Hellfire shirt to work after spending the night at his place. When the kids come in to ask him for a favor, they come to the logical conclusion that Steve must have joined Hellfire Club. Steve, at a loss for what to do, confirms their suspicions so he doesn't have to explain that he didn't actually join Hellfire, he and Eddie are just dating.

i swear that i'm not thinkin' 'bout you all the time (just today, yesterday, everyday, and tomorrow night) by the_onionknight (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): Robin and Eddie are sitting on the couch facing each other, talking about dumb shit before Eddie finally asks her what Steve’s deal is. Robin snorts. “I’ve known him almost a year now and your guess is as good as mine.” OR: Eddie's out of the hospital and Steve won't leave him alone. Steve's trying to seduce Eddie through chores.

i'm such a fool for you (you got me wrapped around your finger) by the_onionknight (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): "Nance and I have been in this together since the beginning. But it was never gonna be romantic between us again. I love her and always will, but we’re definitely not meant for each other.” Steve lets out a huff of a laugh. “Besides, I’m striking out with someone else pretty frequently.” He doesn’t know why he says it; the weed and the beers are combining to sabotage him probably. He hears Eddie shift next to him. “King Steve’s lost his touch?” Steve can hear the smirk in Eddie’s voice as he says it. “Oh, I lost it a long time ago,” Steve laughs into the night sky, rubbing a hand across his face. OR: Steve and Eddie are both very dumb and very into each other.

I'll Be Your Captain by plutosrose, yammz (Post-S4, PWP | 6K | Explicit): Or, Robin requests that Steve wear his Scoops Ahoy uniform to her birthday party and Eddie loses his mind.

sloe gin fizzy, do it till you're dizzy by MacksDramaticShenanigans/ @stevethehairington (Post-S4 | 6K | Teen): Steve doesn’t flinch away from the closeness. Just breathes and blinks. And then his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and right back up, so quick that Eddie’s hazy brain would have missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t been anticipating it. Eddie takes it as the invitation it has to be, and slowly, slowly closes the distance. His nose does bump into Steve’s as he enters his space, but he pauses, hesitates with his mouth hovering a hair’s breadth away from Steve’s.He waits for the rejection, for the brutal shove away, for the disgusted “what the fuck man?”. But they don’t come. What does come is Steve’s mouth, pushing forward to press against Eddie’s.

Anything Goes in the Winnebago by ChronicRabbit (Season 4, First Time | 6K | Explicit): “Harrington’s got her. Don’tcha, Big boy?” That’s what Eddie had said to him with that huge shit-eating grin he always seemed to flash after one of his cheeky little jokes. Because it was a joke. There was no reason for Steve’s heart to thud in his chest like it was trying to escape the prison of his ribs. He was so fucked.

Mice Under the Bleachers by ChronicRabbit (Canon Divergent, Pre-S4, PWP | 6K | Explicit): It’s a solid hour since the final bell rang to announce the end of the school day, and yet Eddie Munson is stuck waiting under the bleachers in the empty gym, hoping to snag a ride home with Gareth since his van chose that morning to crap out on him. Still, it’s not all bad. He finally has a moment of privacy away from judgmental stares and scathing insults; a little bit of much needed peace and quiet. That is, until the gym doors slam open and a panicked Steve Harrington is sprinting in, throwing himself under the bleachers and slamming into him like a 5’11” freight train of wiry muscle, expensive cologne, and perfect hair.

Critical Hit by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Pre-S4 | 7K | Explicit): Steve shows up to play DnD. Eddie decides Steve can stay. IF 'King Steve' recognizes the real lord and master of Hellfire.

Falling Off The Edge Of The World by coeurdeleo92 (Post-S4 | 7K | Explicit): Steve is rapidly discovering that Eddie Munson has zero concept of personal space. He isn’t exactly complaining though.

trap and devour by crybaby (PWP, BDSM, Voyeurism | 9K | Explicit): “Shh, sunshine. Not so loud, okay?” The words feel wrong leaving his mouth because it’s the complete opposite of what he wants. He wants Steve loud and unrestrained, openly proclaiming how good Eddie makes him feel. But he doesn’t want his best friend to be alerted to what’s going on behind him and veer off the road in shock. Steve and Eddie fuck in the back of his van while Gareth drives.

Whole Lotta Love by stereobone (Post-S4 | 9K | Explicit): Steve scoffs. "I think if I was dating someone, Robin, I would be the first to know about it." "Would you, though?" Robin says.

i want to hold your hand by MacksDramaticShenanigans (Post-S4 | 14K | General): The film isn’t even on Steve’s radar at this point. He couldn’t say what’s happening anymore, but he doesn’t even care. Forget Geena Davis, forget Jeff Goldblum, Steve can’t stop thinking about Eddie Munson, right there next to him, hand inches away from his own. He’s never wanted to hold somebody’s hand so bad before.

Turn Your Back on Mother Nature by gr0gu/ @scifisblog (Season 4 | 17K | Teen): It wasn't supposed to go like this.Steve was supposed to work with Robin at the Family Video, flirt with the many many girls who came to browse the expansive selection of VHSes, go on some dates, and hopefully find The One.It was supposed to be a notably upside-down free year.And, hey, for what it's worth? He wasn't supposed to be pinned down on a mattress by Eddie Munson either.And he certainly wasn't supposed to be enjoying it.But that's getting a bit ahead of things…

The Prettiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Future fic, Vampire Eddie | 19K | Explicit): It's been six years since Eddie died. Steve manages a sporting goods store at the mall, and everyone else has moved on and left town. He's twenty-five and he's tired and alone. But the Upside Down is shut away and he's alive and that's what really matters. Until Eleven calls and says she feels something. Something in Hawkins. And then Something shows up in Steve's living room and flashes sharp teeth. (Part 1 of The Prettiest Universe)

Various States of Dress and Undress by orthographicsapphic (Post-S4 | 25K | Mature): Steve Harrington is wearing his vest and looks so good that it knocks Eddie stupid. He feels jittery and giddy and suddenly like he shouldn’t leave Steve alone at all actually; he should get right up in his personal space and speak in long, rambling riddles that make Steve’s mouth twitch and eyebrows furrow, like he thinks Eddie’s funny but isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh.or, Five Times Steve Harrington's clothes send Eddie Munson into cardiac arrest, and One Time Eddie gets Steve back.

the affliction of the feeling by nondz (pinkjook) (Post-S4, The Hanky Code | 27K | Explicit): “Hold on,” Robin interrupts. “Hold on, is this— are you, like. Do you know what masochism is?” “I know like I act like it sometimes, Robin, but I’m not actually fucking twelve,” Steve says. OR: Eddie has a black hanky in his back pocket.

The Edification of Steve Harrington by ChronicRabbit (Post-S4 | 32K | Explicit): It had been two and a half months since the end of Spring Break. Eddie had been cleared of all charges, The Byers were back in Hawkins like they’d never left, Vecna was dead and gone, and everything was back to normal; or rather as back to normal as Hawkins could get. Unfortunately for one Steve Harrington, his new normal seemed to be not only his inability to get a date, but also his newfound proclivity towards staring at Eddie Munson’s mouth while he dramatically narrated during a five hour Hellfire session, or counting the freckles on the bridge of his nose, or memorizing the patterns in his honey coloured eyes. What the fuck was wrong with him?

sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine) by the_onionknight (Future fic, Hollywood | 36K |Mature): Max had read every one of Eddie’s novels and every one of his screenplays. In every single one of them, in every universe that Eddie could think up, she watched as Eddie fell in love with Steve, over and over and over again. They had different names, different professions, there were different, wild, fantastical circumstances, but it was always them. In every version of reality, they found each other. It was time they found each other again in this version and Max was going to help them do it, even if it killed her. OR: It's 1997, ten years after Eddie and Steve leave Hawkins. Eddie, a novelist/screenwriter, Max, Hollywood's shiniest scream queen, and Dustin, the hottest indie horror director in the business, reunite to make a movie and they're bringing the Party along with them to the middle of nowhere to do it.

Are You Flagging? by soidade/ @ao3soidade (Post-S4, The Hanky Code | 41K | Explicit): A (mostly) innocent question leads Steve Harrington on a journey of self-discovery, friendship, sex, and romance. Or: Eddie gives Steve a lesson in flagging, and maybe some other lessons too.

Not So Bad by outofmygourd (Post-S4 | 43K | Mature): Vecna is dead. It's the summer after the party's freshman year. Steve Harrington spends it in the Family Video Store, and Eddie Munson is spending post-graduate life bothering him. And maybe Steve isn't as bothered as he used to be.

took you for a working boy by pukner (Post-S4, Genderqueer/Nonbinary Steve | 43K | Mature): Eddie comes out to Steve, and Steve's heartbroken about it for some reason. Eddie thinks Steve's dating Robin. Everyone else thinks Steve and Eddie have been dating this whole time. Robin doesn't get paid enough for this shit. Also, Hawkins has been cracked open like a badly-baked cake, and everyone's settled into the most mundane apocalypse possible. Eddie Munson starts a radio programme about it. Meanwhile, Steve gets his nails painted and speedruns a crisis.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #epic steddie fic rec

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biowho · 7 months

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I just saw a post about how apparently there’s “this ‘big name fan’ blogger on here threatening to deactivate their tumblr because they’re not getting enough likes/reblogs and not making enough money” in regards to Mass Effect…..

I have never been so happy or content with my little island (this sideblog) as I was when I read that post and realized I have absolutely no idea who the hell they’re talking about

I’m just hanging out chilling and every once in a while I see a cool rock (a post) and I pick it up and wave around (queue it) blissfully unaware of the dark shapes (people who have probably blocked me) swelling underneath the depth of the water

Like how there’s a take two of that bioware favorite poll I made last year going around and I had no idea until I got a few asks (sorry for not answering them) asking if I was mad about it! Why would I be mad about it?!? I don’t care! I’m not in control the poll function on tumblr.com nor who uses it!!

Anyways this was a really long winded way of saying thank you to everyone for most of the time not being freaks in my notes on this sideblog whether that be on a post I make or one I rb from someone else

#dragon age #mass effect #bioware #I want to know who it is so bad but at the same time I don’t care #like I get being sad about people not interacting with your art #frankly it’s one of the reasons I don’t draw that much anymore #but that’s a me problem to work through not anyone else’s #I’ve been up for many more hours and then I should so sorry if this doesn’t make sense #You guys are wonderful xoxo gossip girl #I’m gonna go to bed now #It’s 5pm

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bookofmirth · 2 months

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i know this sounds silly, but i recently received my first anonymous hate message - i really don’t have much of a presence in the acotar fandom, i have a blog where i basically just reblog, have made a couple of posts but they’ve only got a few hundred likes - nothing major. and i got a really nasty message in regard to my username ( it’s related to elain and lucien ) and the things i post and it’s just so deflating. i’m just here minding my own business, have never even received an ask before now - and upon opening it, i just felt like the air was sucked out my lungs. it’s so deflating and kind of makes me want to just delete the app for a while. i just wanted to ask how you deal with this sort of thing ? ive been on tumblr for years and been involved with all different fandoms - percy jackson and hannibal and harry potter and have never had anything like this :/

Hi friend, I am so sorry that someone did that to you. It's so freaking unnecessary and rude, and until it happens to people, I really don't think they understand how horrible it feels. I have gotten super upset at messages I've received in the past, and it's easy for other people to say "oh just ignore it" but experiencing it firsthand is completely different. I totally get how different it is to see it targeted to oneself, rather than at someone else. It can definitely knock the wind out of your sails, but you can get back up! All this is to say that it absolutely does not sound silly, because I know exactly what you mean.

If I ever get messages that seem rude, I do a few things:

I don't read the whole thing. It's pretty easy to tell if someone is being a jackass, so I just delete the message right away. This is why I said messages that "seem" rude, I rarely read the whole thing haha, I roll my eyes and delete

Block the anon, since that's an option now.

I go about my day like nothing happened. I love to delete those and then answer other messages and/or reblog and imagine them refreshing my blog constantly, waiting to see they've upset me. Never gonna happen! mwaahahaha choke, bitch.

I think the most important thing to remember is that the things they have said are a reflection of them, not of you. If someone feels comfortable leaving vitriol in your inbox, then that's not someone you either want to know, or whose good opinion you want. Personally, I only care about what my friends and family think of me - and even then it's on a sliding scale. If some random on the internet who doesn't actually know me has an opinion of me, that's their problem.

If you want to dm me, feel free! Don't let them take away your enjoyment of the things you like. They aren't worth your time or attention.

#fandom wank #ask #anon #I am sending you hugs

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ladykailitha · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

"File" Names

Werewolf Steve

Boy w/a Bat Book 2

Soulmate AU

Metal Band AU

And a little one shot I'm calling From Across a Crowded Room (no idea if the title will stick but I had to call it something so I could save the damn thing)

Snippet

From the one shot

Eddie was standing at the bar entrance where he was supposed to be meeting Steve, just staring at him.

God, he had been gorgeous in high school. Because of course he was. Captain of the basketball team, co-captain of the swim team, and the baseball team’s best hitter.

But he looked even more so now.

His honey colored, wind tussled hair had grown out a bit. A lock of hair flopped devastatingly in front of one of his hazel eyes. He had filled out some, once thin and wiry, now deep chested and toned. Even in the winterscape hell that was Chicago, Steve’s skin was warmly tanned.

He was laughing with a group of people and never had Eddie felt more out of place in his life, and that was saying something. He had been dropped off at his Uncle Wayne’s when he was twelve. Been nicknamed the “Freak”. And had always been flamboyantly himself: a big, gay, metal loving geek.

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Huzzah! It is that great and glorious time of the week again!

WIP Wednesday. Make me write!

This runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send as many asks as you want, as often as you want.

Tagging those that usually send in asks. If you don't want to be tagged let me know.

@mira-jadeamethyst @zerokrox-blog @thesecondfate @beelze-the-bubkiss @just-a-tiny-void @acingthecounts @w110wtr33

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #wip wednesday

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msperfectsheep-posts · 7 days

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hm. for the character ask game. idolish7 protagonist bingo : -riku -tsumugi -hope -arme -momiji why not

SORRY THIS IS LATE. I did this earlier and accidentally closed my art program right as I was opening this ask so. Yeah. I'm going to put my thoughts below a cut like last time just to not flood any dashes <3

Riku Nanase: (IDOLiSH7, normal canon)

Riku's...really interesting to me in a few ways. Like, he is not my favorite by any means, but I think his character is one that I really enjoy digging into because of all of the small parts that go into making him him. He's been sick his entire life and wants to get past that and seen as a person rather than a weak little animal that's a burden, but he's also reckless and bull-headed. He starts fights and doesn't even realize it. He's selfish in a manner that is so innocent, and he's silly in a way that's deeply charming. I think he's a lot more than just the :D face you see him making a lot of the time, but he also is just very silly sometimes. And he can canonically see ghosts??? So there's that.

Tsumugi Takanashi (IDOLiSH7, normal canon)

Chitra this is your blorbo prime. You automatically won her a bingo square just by being my friend <3. Anyways! This is for anime/Rabbichat Tsumugi, since technically she isn't supposed to have much of a personality in the game and I think the anime does a lot for her character. She's really great! God is she fun! She's a workaholic freak that loves her boys dearly but man is there a lot more than just that. I would love to dig more into her as a character one day, but for now, I will just say BANGER female supporting character. I'm glad the boys are with her

Hope: (IDOLiSH7, Hoshimeguri no Kansokusha)

HOPE MY BELOVED. OH MY GOD. Well first of all, I'm not going to write a novelization of a story if I don't fuck with the main character. Like. I may not like them as a person, but I have to at least like them as a character. And Hope is just an excellent bildungsroman protagonist for this space fantasy adventure story. He's earnest and loving, and as the emotional core of the entire story, you NEED to understand why his personality is so integral to how things end up, and I think the writers did an excellent job with that in the original story. He's a deeply charismatic character in that I never want to stop writing things with him and all of his friends in it. I'm ill.

Arme: (IDOLiSH7, La Danse Macabre)

MY FIRST BINGO!! Arme my belarme. I roleplay him in one of my friend's multifandom servers. I have so many headcanons. He's a fucked up little creature and baby boy in a way both parallel and perpendicular to Haruka. I want to squish him and also watch him from a distance. The fact that you can choose his biggest decision in Danmaca is INSANE and speaks a lot to how his character progressed in the story without progressing too much. It's just. Ough. I know danmaca was long but honestly I would have loved it to be doubly as long just so I could see more of all the characters and more of Arme's development, especially post canon.

Momiji: (IDOLiSH7, Ayakashi Mangekyo Karatogaokuri)

I have to be real here. I have not read Karatoga in a recent enough time for me to remember a lot of Momiji's character. I remember thinking this was one of the weakest Kujis, but also, I'm not a big fan of tournament arcs and a lot of this Kuji is just one big tournament arc. I liked the central dynamic he was involved in and how a lot of Momiji's character background shared similarities with Sougo's in canon, but he's not really a stand out Kuji protagonist from what I can remember! If I go back and re-read, I'll reblog this with an updated opinion!

Thank you for the asks!! You should read Mechalala and LINK RING WIND now so you'll know all the protagonists :)

#ask game

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postal-ech · 4 months

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Eyy this will probably be the first post I ever make on this site, but I've been reminded of something as of recent

Call it late night nostalgia, but Chet Falisek, a former writer of many of my childhood games posted a couple of videos on TF2 talking about how Meet your Match really changed TF2 for the worst, and I'll post it at the end of this thread here of course.

TF2 has always been my childhood game, probably my first game I ever played on an old shittly Lenovo Laptop my dad let me borrow as a kid, before I was ever able to access stuff like minecraft and gmod and all those other old games from back then but it's been with me for decades, moreso than even Undertale which I've only ever recently gotten back into thanks to Deltarune. I've met my best friend on there, as well as other friends that have come and gone, I've seen a lot of cool and wacky maps and servers - from my old home server that constantly hosted an honestly impressive recreation of Majora's Mask's Clock town and Termina Field, to Mario_Kart and the weird community servers like Slender Fortress, Saxton Hale and its sister game mode Freak Fortress (who the hell still remembers those TF2 OCs eh?) And the likes

But after Gun Mettle and Meet your Match, something definitely changed in TF2, and it was especially the case with Meet your Match

Nowadays community servers aren't so much the forefront of tf2, more so its valve's official casual servers, I don't even think competitive mode is even alive, and if it is I'm betting it gets the same number of players as current day Mann vs Machine, but I feel like a good chunk of that community was lost after Meet your Match that not a lot of people talk about (well, barring other important matters of course like the never ending bot crisis)

There was a magic to logging onto TF2 back in 2013, 2014 when you can just go to your favorite community server, log on and see the people you've been banting and shitposting with since the day you first got on that server, bunnyhop from one end of the map to the other while shooting at each other while micspamming YouTube poops and rolling the dice for weird and wacky effects.

That server is long gone now, less because of Meet your Match and more because people have moved on

But I suppose in this long winded ramble of a post here on Tumblr the message is:

There is value in a community, no matter what it is. It could be Undertale, TF2, could be that small GMod server you ran with a while back, could be that one romhacking group doing stuff with your favorite Nintendo game, but there is value to it.

Granted TF2 is uh, still edgy as all shit as it was before, it's just now got a wide mixture of people from far and wide, but even as the boomer I make myself out to be, there's still people making Source Filmmaker animations with these characters, there's still people playing the game the way they want to, and these people and more are still making memories on this nearly 2 decade old game.

Dont let anyone say otherwise to ya. There's a value in having a community for that game, for all the fan projects they've made, it will always have its ups and downs, definitely some downs you may never forget, but chances are you've met some of your best friends and gotten to see some cool shit along the way, and hopefully that sticks with you long enough to take inspiration from it in the long run.

Guess that's it for my first post here, bar reblogs, wonder where this will go next.

Here's that link, by the by. Go and give Chet a sub too, he brings in some very good insights on a lot of things if you ask me, at least when it comes to his time at Valve and his creative work with the games that were there

youtube

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #gmod #valve games #Nostalgia rambling #Keep those communities you love or loved close to your heart #Not all of them will be perfect but what ever is?#Youtube

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enchantedlandcoffee · 11 months

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unrelated but how do you as a writer like REALLY get in ur element and focus, because im pretty sure i have adhd and it makes it hard to focus and everything i try besides classical music (sometimes) doesnt work

and my second question how do you get people to view your work/participate in it, i've been writing for 3 years in the fandom and a few people notice, and i know im supposed 2 be writing just for myself and i am, but i wanted it to kind of be a whole family thing like everyone being excited for updates and its a whole thing... idk if maybe no one cares anymore or no one really knows me

anyways sorry for my REALLY long winded ask, tysm if you read it

also here's this larry gif for you're troubles

all the love, louiscarrotsxoxo

hey!

thank you for reaching out and asking me this! I'm going to try my hardest to answer the best that I can (I thought I'd answer it before I left so I could help <3)

Getting focused and into the element

So I have ADHD as well and I know that getting focused can be tricky. Things that I do/have to help keep me focused are:

Writing Sprints - I sprint in Discord Servers with my friends and we all keep each other motivated and encourage each other

Discord Servers - So I'm in some really wonderful servers where we're all happy to cheer each other on writing wise (I'm going to link them in another part)

Inspiration- So, for most of my fics, I have a playlist that suits the theme and I try my hardest to make moodboards for them to get the feel of the fic. I'll also plan dialogue or even the layouts of flats/houses so I feel inspired to write about them.

I asked some friends in my Discord Server for help as well and this was their responss:

@chai-hat-tea said:

I don’t know about others, but usually having a deadline freaks me out enough to make me wanna complete my fic, even if it’s on the day of posting. And for that, I join fic fests. How that also helps me is because I also tend to tell myself that I owe it to the mod to complete the fic or else they’ll feel disappointed (and not tell me), so for their sake I need to complete fics. Joining fic fests also helps in the viewership of your fic, so once you have participated in a few fests, you might find it easier to build a somewhat decent enough crowd that enjoy your writing and want to read your stories. So once that happens, you can plan a long chaptered fic and then post chapters as and when you’re done and ready. So then you can guilt trip yourself by saying that now you have those people who are waiting for your story and you delaying is just making them wait longer and feel more disappointed lol

@loveislarryislove added:

Yeah I think a lot of it is building community, to pump you up or keep you accountable or help circulate things etc.

Getting people to view your work/participate in it

The first thing I'd like to say here is that you shouldn't define your work by statistics/interactions (a bit like what you said). Having said that, there are a few ways to try and increase your circle:

Make mutuals - There are some amazing people on this site who go out of their way to support each other. Try and get to know new people and interact with them.

Join Discord Servers - The servers I am currently in are amazing servers. My two main ones are @1d-library (ran by @larrysballetslippers and @larry-hiatus ) and @new-writers-discord (ran by me, @red-pandaaa @larrysballetslippers @hellolovers13 @babyhoneyheslt and @rockstarlwt28 ). 1D Library is a place for readers and writers to hangout, discuss fics, writing or day to day life. The New Writers Discord is a recent Discord server where we have New Writers, Writers and Mentors who write all types of stories (fics, original works, etc.). We have sprinting parties, workshops and are always there to help if need be.

Tagging Systems - this post contains all the tracked 1D tags where certain accounts will reblog posts with those tags. This is extremely useful for people who make things in the fandom.

Have fun - Try and enjoy yourself in the process. Interact with new people and make friends, create things for yourself as well as others.

I really hope this helps! I am not going to be online after today, but if you do have any more questions, feel free to email me on [email protected].

(and I love that gif 💕)

Ash <3

#asks #answered #advice

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thedreamyperidot · 1 year

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Very much new to tumblr, so I'm not entirely sure how all this works yet. I don't exactly know how to respond to reblogs yet so bear with me. First off, your ramblings are totally fine, don't have a problem with it at all. The reason I'm responding to you is to explain my perspective on the game and how it was handled. This mostly concerns you calling the devs lazy. (Note: I don't fault you for thinking this, nor am I upset about it. Sorry if this ends up being a super long reply lol)

I'm not going to go deep into the details of my life and who I am, but I think it's important to know that I've been taking game development classes for about 2 years now. I'm not an employee of GameFreak, or the Pokemon company, so I can't give any definitive answers on why the game came out the way it did, but I am almost certain that it isn't because the people involved were being lazy.

I'm not exactly sure how to best explain this, but from my experience with the game, it seemed like the team behind it genuinely cared about the project. The art direction completely shifted, pokemon are much more detailed now, there is an overabundance of things to see and do, and the core game is actually really fun. Character designs are great, the writing is well done, and there are so many creative ideas at play here.

Now if that is the case, why is it such a mess from a technical perspective? There is the chance that their game engine needs an update, and there is also the fact that this is their first fully open world game, but I don't think either of those are the main culprit. The two potential reasons why I think the game ended up the way it did is either a lack of time, or a lack of money.

First off, let me explain my reasoning for time. Breath of the Wild was the first Zelda game to attempt an open world. It's development started not to long after the release of Skyward Sword in 2011 with a planned release date in 2015, but got delayed to 2017. This left that team with a development time of 6 years. The dev time for Scarlet and Violet was presumably 3 years, with SwSh dlc, and Legends Arceus being developed at the same time. When you are making an open world game that has a strict deadline, some corners are definitely going to have to be cut. This deadline is set by the Pokemon Company to keep sales up while pumping out more merchandise.

My second thought is that there is not enough money going around. Before anyone says that Pokemon is the largest franchise in the world, yes I am aware, however, Gamefreak doesn't get to decide how much these games are funded; the Pokemon Company does, and they also have to balance out things like the mobile games, merchandise, the card game, the anime etc. Gamefreak only gets a small small portion of that cut. Because of this, they can't just quadruple their team size just to pump out higher quality games quicker, because The Pokemon Company wants to turn a profit.

As unfortunate as it is, this stuff isn't completely in the hands of GameFreak, and as such they don't really have much control over it. This is mostly speculation on my part, but it is a fairly educated guess. Sorry for the long winded post, but I think that the devs get treated quite unfairly by fans who think that they are the sole reason that the games won't improve in quality.

I hope my own rambling at least gave you some insight on game development, and it's many challenges and I hope this helped you understand my point of view on the subject a little bit better!

oh my god! yeah maybe saying lazy wasnt the best way to go tbh, it was 2am when I made those tags so my word choice wasnt the best (Also why I mentioned how if you disliked the tags you could let me know sjdhjfj)

I think that the points you make are completely true! Game Freak mightve cared a lot for the game but due to factors out of their control the product ended...like that. It's honestly such a shame as someone who was a huge pokemon fan since they were 8, seeing the series suffer due to capitalism has been incredibly disheartening.

Thank you for this ask! I appreciate your thoughts in this and I understand my wording might not have been the best.

#ask #whoops i meant to respond to that privately.

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"Perimortem"

Chapter Two: Bad Bad Things

Warnings: Detailed Gore, Visceral bodily destruction, a metal skeleton being mean, this one actually isn't that cw-y.

Hi. Welcome to Chapter Two. Do me a favor okay? Mind the content warnings, I'll try to do them comprehensively on every chapter. Mind the tags, if you want to find story posts easily, search 'Perimortem Story,' every post will have this tag. If you like my work please reblog I guess, I'd like people to read it. <3 Thank you. >>>>>>.

Wind howled and rushed past her, and she just… let it, unaware of where she was, what was happening. It could have been a dream… it felt like a dream. Was she dreaming?

So bright… her skin ached, feeling dry and irritated and…

The stink of smoke was so, so… so strong. Her clothing was gone, completely. It was definitely a nightmare. She'd had nightmares like this all the damn time, as a kid, when her sister told her that if she misbehaved, that if she failed her father, she would be cast from the sky into the sand.

That nightmare had always come after she disappointed Nisal, or-

Her eyes snapped open, and she regretted it immediately, screaming and going blind - they were too close to the lightlace, the crystal light source that traced its lacework along the 'roof' of the main 'floor' of Hell.

The pain was, bizarrely, irrelevant - she was terrified, confused, and-

Shot. Shot in the head, shot through the torso a dozen times, shot… shot and…

"Yeah, I'm still here," The Thing You Can't Defeat said, chuckling. Only then did she become aware it was clinging to her back like a hot metal spider, her skin sizzling against its apparently steel body. Stranger yet, she barely felt weight from him, if at all, as if he wasn't FULLY there, mass wise. "Because you need to do one more thing, while you're still high up. Come on and get your broken, scorched body together. Exercise some rage, and force yourself to regenerate - or like, you know, do spells."

She didn't reply - couldn't. It had given her a gift, however, or a disease? Things were still foggy, its head still aching… a bullet-

"One bullet is still inside your think meat. Have some stones. Get a finger in there, freakshow. Rip it out," it ordered. She'd done nothing her entire life but follow orders, and not think about who the fuck they were coming from, or what a normal- "Sort your trauma later, assfucker. Get the bullet out of your fucking brain. I am saving your life, not manipulating you like your FREAK sister."

She reached up, unable to even feel her arms moving fully, and felt her head with a hand that was kind of like… a wooden prosthetic she had seen in a museum, articulated, capable of motion, but was not animated. Her fingers were useless things, clumsy, but…

"Nisal is sitting in her office, drinking a cup of tea while she day dreams about how, in approximately two hours, she is going to shoot your father in the head and chest," the reaper said. "Does that make you… angry? Hmmmm?"

Her father.

Did it?

She didn't have time to care if it ought to or not, because it did. It did piss her off. Her father… he'd shown her kindness so many more times than Nisal ever had, had been softer on her when she needed it. He was the only reason she became an operator at all, given her… squemish nature.

"Don't throw up on me," it added.

With renewed vigor and elevated rage, she plunged her fingers into the open, weeping hole on her fucking head. Her fingertips closed around the bullet, and in a motion as quick and smooth as could be, tore it free of her brainmeat. If she waited, all the… messy, incorrect data blasting through her head, and the agitation of her torn, exposed neurons…

She threw up, and in the spinning, twisting motion of falling miles from the sky, some of it DEFINITELY got The Thing You Can't Defeat.

With the bullet still clenched in her fist, and her rage stoked, her brain started healing - regenerating? She was able to think, and could feel the neurons lacing back together as an indescribable conceptual itch. Horrific memory blasted through her skull, the frozen image of Koka's head and shoulders sitting on the damn floor…

The taste of their iron and gore in her mouth…

"You're hurtling towards the execution pools twelve miles outside of Outer Vaingloria, you half-dead crispy tender. If you hit the lava, even my gift will not save you - and if you drop into radar range too close, when you do land, you'll be imprisoned, and then destroyed when they find out what you are - or worse, if they find out WHO you are. Figure it out," The Thing You Can't Defeat said, softly, excitedly.

Magic had been a necessity, and the magics she specialized in were…

Cowardly, pathetic, useless - piercing illusions, penetrating wards, deweaving curse traps and-

"Simpler, you fucking box of rocks with hair taped to it - well, not anymore, your hair burned off, but still," the Death hissed.

Redacted ran through her options. Pyrokinetics? Useless, probably. Telekinetics?

Force projection? Planar distortion?

"You're annoying, you know that?" TTYCD muttered. "You need to deflect from a downward course. You're going extremely fast, and have mild experience with… luxen constructs," it said, slowly, so sarcastic the words practically dripped with insult, indignant at having to interact with such an utter failure.

Luxen constructs. Telekinetics.

It started coming together, and she rolled over, waiting until the darkness came - her eyelids grew back, as did her eyes in kind - but her back burned as if the reaper itself wasn't there. She opened her fresh eyelids, and stared downwards. The sand was a blur, the heat distortions completely obscuring everything…

She closed her eyes again, and started focusing. Working without diagrams was difficult, so she created one - using thaumiostable meki particles, she built out a spell that would save her fucking life, or… at least save her life from being charbroiled.

"You would splatter, actually. Lava is dense, you're made of water. You'd splatter, then sizzle," TTYCD corrected. She rolled her aching eyes, then opened them, staring at the luxen construct built below her. It was huge, an enormous plane that she had formed. Luxencrystal could be ritually designed, but lightworkers like her…

They could manifest it. She'd not practiced much, but a simple shape was doable - and with this plane falling along with her, she could see the black lines of her semi-real diagram properly. Tweaking, planning, took time… and the pain was starting to matter again.

"This is going to hurt," TTYCD said.

"Yes, absolutely," she rasped. "But it'll turn a lot of this vertical momentum into horizontal."

"Clever, if you'd thought of it yourself, dumbshit," it grunted.

Malla ignored it, and set to work. The plane's shaping was critical. Luxencrystal was stable only so long as it had magic to feed it and light to devour and incorporate into its structure - light wasn't an issue. Magic was - but her well felt deep, deeper than she'd ever felt it before, and grasping this wellspring met her with the odd sensation of cold, of… a kind of void-touch, as if she brushed against the bitter shores of the Last River.

With this well of power, she shaped herself a lovely, long ramp. It was nice and smooth, luxencrystal damn near frictionless when made correctly. Her Death chuckled.

"Brace for impact, meat crayon."

Sighing, she rolled onto her back, focused on the ramp, and stared into the diagram made of meki particles, feverishly checking her work - and then, she triggered it. The ramp began to rise towards her, telekinetic forceplanes pushing it upwards towards her, gradually decelerating it until-

Stage two.

Nisal's eyes bored into her in her mind, staring down at her, with a pistol aimed. Her body hit the first telekinetic forceplane that awkwardly, painfully reoriented her onto the surface.

Stage three. The ramp rapidly stopped, the telekinetic counterforce required enough to really test her magical limits - but she accelerated, absolutely SHOT down the slick ramp.

"Oho, creative," TTYCD whispered, laying on top of her, essentially, weightless but still there. The ramp deteriorated, flooding the air with wylde magic, and as she sailed gracefully off the end…

Ahead of her, there came a sudden, sharp distortion in the air. Thunder rolled over them, as they raced towards a massive sphere of contracting hard light. It was taking everything, EVERYTHING that she had, to maintain it. In its forming, it had sucked them violently towards it, accelerating her enormously.

"Oho…" TTYCD said, chuckling. "You can have this for free - this is very clever. The whole... gas compression vaccum sucky orb thing? Very smart."

The orb of luxencrystal, pale pink in color, raced towards them - and she shoved it, with all the TK she could muster, downward.

They passed over it. Layers of hard light wove themselves under her.

Phase 4. Explosive decompression.

The orb dissolved, in an instant.

It might have been deafening, and it shattered every luxen shield she made as it expanded, but she already couldn't hear anything but the rushing of the air and TTYCD, when it spoke. The shockwave hit her, and she felt things go wrong inside - it didn't matter. She couldn't just dodge the pools, she had to…

She had to dodge the people manning them, too.

"This high up, folk aren't likely to notice an explosion… or will assume it's… a virrak and a clovus fighting. Happens… all the time. Read… an article, somewhere," she panted, finding it hard and strange to speak when she couldn't hear her own voice. It was all she could do to build out another plane of hard light, and then force her arms through it, locking her in place. It'd glide, at least a little… and let her rest.

"I did already understand that, yes, stinky. Unlike you, I've been down here before," it drawled, laughing. "Remember, my newborn friend. Drink some fucking people, as soon as you can - unless you like a ruptured spleen, half-liquified eyeballs and a heart that doesn't work. Drink… eat your fill. You will have to EAT."

Consciousness was, at that point, a limited resource. Redacted kept fading in and out, losing the thread of what was happening and then reacquiring it somewhere unfamiliar, in color and texture. Every time she slid back into the waking world, the Death was there, rasping in her ear. It had become something of a comfort, something less frightening.

Finally, she rasped, "are we there yet?"

"For what it's worth, you managed not to hit a building or road," it replied, and she took that as a-

#Perimortem Story #Fiction #Fantasy #Science fiction #creative writing #demons and hell #etc

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @a-little-unsteddie, thx! ❤️

Rules:

1. In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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

3. After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

My WIPs:

🔮 (You got me) in the palm of your hand [bb fic]

🦇 Demon!Eddie

🧜‍♂️ Just add water [Mer!Steve]

Tagging: @sourw0lfs, @wingedquill, @wormdebut, @messessentialist - zero pressure, as always ❤️

Snippet from 🔮

“You’re both such idiots, I swear,” she mutters. Then, she heaves a heavy sigh, leans back on her hands and looks up at her ceiling, like she’s searching for a good way to go on. When she locks eyes with him again, her face is serious and there is a bitter little twist to her mouth. “Do you remember when Vickie came into Family Video the other week? With her boyfriend?”

Of course Steve remembers. The way Robin’s eyes lit up upon seeing the other girl, the way her face fell immediately after, when she realized who she was with. The way her gaze flickered over Vickie’s hand tangled with that of her boyfriend, the way they were exchanging soft smiles and little touches as they browsed the shelves. How she excused herself to the break room. How she only reemerged when the doorbell announced the couple had left, face flushed and eyes red-rimmed.

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, of course. But that’s something entirely different. There’s nothing going on between Nancy and me.”

“Sure,” Robin shrugs and her smile goes wry. “You know that and I know that. But does Eddie?”

Steve groans and rakes a hand through his tangled hair. It’s utterly ruined from the wind and rain, but he is long past caring. “Well, he would know, if he had just listened to me earlier, but-”

“Do you remember what I told you after Vickie had left?”

He does. Remembers flipping the sign on the door to closed and huddling behind the counter with her, safely out of sight from any prying eyes.

“You said that it hurt,” he mutters, utterly uncomfortable with revisiting the memory of seeing her like this. “But also that you felt like you had no right to be hurt.”

She nods, fingers idly grazing the fluffy fur of the little stuffed bear beside her - a gift from him.

“I was so sure she liked me back,” she murmurs, and now she isn’t meeting his eyes anymore. “I still am, by the way. But … but I also know that it’s hard. It’s so fucking hard, Steve, being this way.”

Steve remembers the man at the fireworks and the way he looked at Eddie and him. Remembers Tommy and what he said. Freak. Faggot. How they would’ve drowned people like Eddie in the middle ages.

“And I want Vickie to be happy,” Robin continues. “Obviously I do. If you like somebody like that, all you want is for them to be happy. And if that guy makes her happy, that’s fine. That’s fucking great, actually. I hope he continues to do so, I hope she’ll always be happy like this. But it still … it still fucking hurts, Steve. Her choosing him over me. It hurts so bad, because I feel like no matter what I do, I will never be enough.”

Steve doesn’t even remember moving, but the next thing he knows is that they’re lying side by side, Robin tucked into his arms, face buried against his shoulder, and that he is muttering reassuring words to her while she snivels into the fabric of the borrowed band shirt.

“You’ll be fine, I promise. You are amazing and smart and funny, and you will find somebody who sees all of that.”

“You’re sweet,” she huffs, and pulls back a little so that she can scrub her hands over her eyes. “I hope Eddie has someone like you.”

Steve swallows heavily, propping himself up on one elbow so that he can look at her better.

“So, you think … You think that’s how Eddie feels about me?”

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic #my writing #steddie big bang #mer!steve harrington #demon!eddie munson #hype's demon!eddie fic #wip weekend #wip ask game

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bethanysnow · 1 year

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I posted 3,257 times in 2022

That's 420 more posts than 2021!

194 posts created (6%)

3,063 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@icarodamianoiano

@8iunie

@aces-and-animeime

@maneskinbrainrotrot

@vicsdeangelisngelis

I tagged 476 of my posts in 2022

#my boy - 58 posts

#ask - 51 posts

#maneskin - 34 posts

#ethan torchio - 29 posts

#måneskin - 28 posts

#damiano david - 25 posts

#thomas raggi - 23 posts

#works by me - 19 posts

#manz - 16 posts

#history - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#looks like the goth version of that green bird in new zealand or something that fucked the photographers head while his friends all laughed

My Top Posts in 2022:

Crying on prom night. prt 1.

(this happens the year before S4)

Eddie Munson wasn’t what you would call a ‘participant’ in social norms. Stood on his soap box many times about how everything is there to kill creativity and freedom and individual expression. This was his year after all! And he was going to make a point and not go to Prom.

Thinking this of course staring at the poster for ‘Under the stars Prom night’. He scoffed. Such a fucking dumb theme. Should be like....vampires or something. Eddie walked to the spot behind the bleachers and lit a cigarette before class where he normally met with Y/n. The girl of his dreams- just she didn’t know that. She didn’t need to. He didn’t want her to know! Stop asking!

....

anyway-

She was just his friend. Originally assigned to help tutor him with English they became inseparable. With Hellfire club when he adopted all the lost sheep it became a thing half jokingly of he was Dad and she was Mom. Y/n drove a pinto that fit about most everyone in Hellfire with space for snacks. Eddie could tell she had arrived as Elton John or Abba or some pop trash was coming up from the side parking lot. Turning his head to see the girl get out of her car and walk to where she knew he would be. God she was beautiful.

Y/n wasn’t what you’d call conventional. Conventionally attractive, conventionally intelligent, she was a great student just had horrible grades. She didn’t subscribe to the diet culture or the idea’s on the radio or magazines that thinness was the goal to be worthy of shit. It was fucking bullshit and they both knew it. The popular kids though never got that, making it their mission to ruin peoples day. Eddie knew he was in love with her when she stood up to Jason and his goons.

“What are you gonna do about it you fat fuck?” Jason yelled in her face.

“What am I going to do about what? Jason- sweetheart you are a couple years away from loosing your hair and missing the glory days so I’d suggest you shut up and leave me alone-” Y/n stated, so calm but stern as all the eyes in the cafeteria turned to look.

“And what if I don't? You gonna cry about it? Run off to that freak boyfriend of yours? Make freak babies in that van? Hahaha- I just wanna know what you see in him? Then I’ll get out of your way-” Shrugging and making a grand motion like a actor on stage.

“Me? Well 1. Eddie isn’t my boyfriend and 2. I bet hes got a bigger dick than you and that's why your obsessed- hmm that’s it isn’t it? You can’t stand that people outside of the culture here are living happy lives. Because you are gonna be fucking wasting air and die of a heart attack by your mid 50′s and daddy’s money won’t last that long now will it?” She cooed at the man standing above her. “Ahh tough luck-”

The rest of the basketball team started to arrive behind him crowding her vision. Jason rolls back spitting on her face. She simply wipes it off, setting down her lunch bag on a nearby table. Staring into the boys eyes. As he stares back waiting for a response- pain....all he feels is pain...in his dick. Wincing he clutches his crotch and falls to the ground on his knees as the wind is knocked out of him. She leans down real close to his face.

“Get in my way again I will cut your bits off and throw them in the locker room so everyone can see just how small you are....k?” Returning to that once customer service smile she grabs her lunch and walks to the hellfire table. Eddie having watched this entire interaction has now a raging boner and his heart beating outside his chest.

Fuck!

“Hey honey!” Y/n smiled as she greeted the guitarist. He was always honey, hon, honey-bun, some form of that. He asked why once, but never got a reply from her straight out.

“Mornin birdy- want one?” Offering her a smoke. She shook her head no motioning to her outfit. She was always birdy, or song bird, blue bird, anything that sang. Because while Eddie could kind of hold a tune Y/n sang. Now admittedly it wasn’t like the folks on the radio, but it made her smile and that’s all Eddie needed.

“Mom’s got family pictures at the mall after school and if she smells I’ve been smoking she’ll have my head. Not exactly how I want to spend an evening. But- you know-” Eddie looked down her body and he couldn’t help but laugh, A white and yellow striped dress with brown penny loafers? Nothing like what he knew his girl liked. “Yea yea I know- It’s awful! I look like im in the sears catalog!” Rolling her eyes “She wouldn’t even let me use black eyeliner!” Putting a hand on her hip and pinching her nose “Y/n I raised you better than that- I didn’t say anything when you started hanging out with those...hooligans but this is for family photos and you need to look nice” Mimicking her mothers voice.

Eddie was bent over laughing trying to not fall over. Standing up he clasped his hands behind his back and pretended to push up imaginary glasses “Yes Y/n that Munson boy is a bad influence-” mocking her father. Both of them were in a fit of giggles till they were interrupted by the bell. Stomping out the smoke they went inside.

Walking down the hallway the prom committee were busy vandalizing the hallways with silver stars and navy blue construction paper. Eddie rolled his eyes and Y/n noticed.

“What? you not going to prom?” She asked.

“Why should I? Its a gathering of the student body in effort to recreate a coming of age ritual- its stupid. I am a man because I say so! Also- its tacky”

“Says the guy who thought zebra striped pants was a good look for the summer. But I thought-”

“-NO! it totally was! You just didn’t see my vision!” Slapping a hand on her shoulder as he stopped in front of Mrs. Price’s science class. “I will see you at lunch yes?” She nodded and he grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles “Till then my lady~” grinning as he walked in the door.

Y/n sighed as she took out two slips of paper from her bag. Yea- maybe at lunch she could ask him.

Admin 2. Hawkins high school

Prom: ‘Under the stars’

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Crying on Prom night prt. 2

The groups that made up Hawkins social hierarchy fled to the cafeteria. Jocks, nerds, popular kids, rejects…... everyone else. It made the small-town Indiana circle of life. Eddie and hellfire club in their matching shirts sat at their table. While Y/n was coming in a bit later to take her seat on the right-hand side of their leader.

“Who are you?” Gareth asked with a mischievous glint in his eye “didn’t think we let normie’s at our table- “

Eddie threw a pretzel at his friend’s head.

“Overlord’s have demands. There are things we must make peace with or else we will suffer even more” Y/n explained to the table. Overlords were the shorthand for any parental figure the hellfire club had attachments too. Y/n’s parents were nice people, just very well to do and interested in keeping up appearances. “If you think I look like a normie then my disguise must really be working” she smirked.

Eddie glanced over his best friend again. It was rare to see her in a dress, thought she looked…. well rather pretty. Not like that was a weird thing to think about your friends. No not at all. She just- it was different. Not different bad, just- not her normal thing.

Seeing Eddie look at her she thought this would be her opportunity.

“Speaking of…normie stuff uh- Munson…I was thinking- “

As she goes to pick up her bag with the tickets in them the fire alarm starts ringing as a dweeb from detention tries to escape the principal. Everyone starts running out of the building, yelling, panicking, because what else is there to do? Eddie seeing the chaos that’s happening grins and takes Y/ns hand. Sneaking off to the parking lot where his van is he is victorious!

“What are you doing? Eddie we still have class- “

“What is class? I have rescued a fair maiden from the clutches of the monstrous dire Hawk!” Motioning to the front entrance to Hawkin’s high school. Giggling to himself he watches as Y/n rolls her eyes. Leaning against his van he lights up the half cigarette from this morning. “Besides- its gonna take them an hour before they get anything done with kids everywhere.”

Shrugging she looks at Eddie, then back at the ground. “Honey I’ve been meaning to ask you something- uh why do you not want to go to Prom?”

The look on the boys’ face read more ‘you’ve got to be fucking with me’ than ‘isn’t it obvious’ but it’ll do.

“…...uh cuz it is stupid? Night under the stars? I can go to the lake if I wanna see stars. Not the fake paper ones they made. Why? You wanna go?”

“Maybe- “

“Y/n- Maybe??? you’re fucking with me…you can’t go to prom. I won’t allow it. It’s a part of the establishment here to dictate what we do- what? You want to go late at night to school in some itchy dress that will probably look bad while your date is in a monkey suit?” From the small utterance of maybe Eddie’s heart sank. Feeling like some kind of betrayal of ethics that he stood for. Also, the idea of her going to Prom made his skin crawl, not the her going, but her going with someone not him. Just he didn’t have the balls to ask her and he knew it.

“Eddie! I don’t need your permission to do shit. You aren’t my dad! What the fuck? I asked cuz I had an extra ticket and wanted to go with you. And I would look fucking amazing in a prom dress fuck you! But if you are so high and mighty on your horse then I will go with someone else oh great sire. Sorry for bothering his lordship! Ugh!” Y/n ranted stomping off towards the school.

…. fuck….

Eddie turned a sickly shade paler than his already pale complexion as Y/n stormed off. He didn’t mean to say that- he didn’t he genuinely didn’t. Getting hot under the collar and wanting to ask her out himself had him in a tail spin. He had a plan; he’d get some flowers or play a song he knew she liked then ask her. He just didn’t see that coming. He panicked.

How is he gonna fix this?

Y/n would have none of it. School can fuck off. He said she wouldn’t look good in a prom dress! Whatever holier than thou bullshit bite him today she would have no part of it. Walking to her car she got in and zipped out of the parking lot. She was going to go home and would deal with her mom later. Y/n needed to be alone.

Getting to the L/n residence the lights were on. Mrs. L/n was busy in the kitchen making lunch for the two youngest. A set of twins that were not planned, but so thoroughly loved it took most of her mothers’ attention. Walking in with the front door slamming it shut.

“Y/n?? That you sweetheart? Shouldn’t you be at school?” Mrs. L/n asked concerned walking out of the kitchen seeing the last traces of the yellow and white sundress go up the stairs.

“I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!” Y/n shouted down the stairs and went to her room.

Y/n’s room was what you’d assume of a girl her age would like. Carpeted floor, a double bed with yellow floral bed sheets and stuffed animals up by the headboard. A poster of the animated Lord of the Rings, a flyer for Corroded Coffin’s latest show, figurines of ‘The last Unicorn’. Which was the first real outing both Y/n and Eddie took by themselves to the movies. He demanded to be the one to buy popcorn, though both of them knew she was the one who could afford it. Throwing herself on the bed she sobbed into her pillow. Her lilac prom dress hung on the back of the door.

Since none of the shops around Hawkins sold dresses in her size, she either had to make her own, or go to some big city nearby to buy one. So, a set of bed sheets was sacrificed to the cause. Recreating the Lady Amalthea look from ‘The Last Unicorn’ wasn’t the most in fashion, but it made Y/n feel pretty. Like a real medieval maiden waiting for her prince charming. As this dress stared back at her there was the undeniable itch to cut it up, stain it black, rip it apart. She spent so many nights after school, after Hellfire club, sewing.

“Y/n…sweetie?” Her mom cooed from the other side of the door.

“What?!” Y/n groaned burying her face into a pillow.

“Is this about that Munson boy? I know you really like him- did something happen?” Her mom asked opening the door a crack. Seeing her daughter in tears she rushed in and scooped her up in her arms. “What happened? Did he hurt you? Did he say something? You know I can call the school- “

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121 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

Such a drama queen lol

155 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Eddie munson headcannon:

Let's say the thing that happened didnt happen- [as to be spoiler free as possible] and hes like okay fine doesnt graduate but he moves on and works at a music store a couple towns over and meets this girl. YOU CANNOT TELL ME IM WRONG that this man wouldnt fall head over heels for a fat chick! Like- not even a "pretty" fat girl either- like large stomach maybe smaller tits and thighs! Oh her thighs kill him. She might work at like at a elementary school as a teacher and she goes to the music store looking for something to listen to on the way to work with her cassette player. He flirts with her for months till he gets the nerve to ask her out. They get together and eventually she helps him get his GED and he moves into her apartment. And they get married and everyone is there! Everyone! And it's this rock n roll wedding of him wearing a leather jacket instead of a blazer. She wears a long white summer dress with a veil and some grocery store flowers. Cuz its them! They dont need a big wedding and they get a pitbull and name him Gandalf the grey. And she helps him with his ptsd of the upside down and he helps her when she gets overwhelmed with work and ahhhhhh I'm dead.

182 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 2 years

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8, 25 and 32 :)

Hey there! Thanks for asking! <3

8. How often do you reblog/comment on fics that you like?

If it's posted to tumblr and I've read it and liked it, I reblog it. This tends to be focused on oneshots and drabbles though since I'm really bad about reading wips. I can only handle so many storylines in my head at once, so reading a wip, for me, means that if the writer pauses posting for one reason or another, I lose the plot and then have to reread from the beginning whenever they start posting again. Wish my brain worked differently, but it doesn't. Last semester, when I took three literature classes, I was reading three books at any given time, plus the readings for my writing class. It became impossible for me to read fic OR to even write it because my brain couldn't really handle the thought processes.

Result of that is that by the time I do get around to reading multichapter fanfiction stories, they're usually finished a long time ago and I wind up not reblogging anything about it here. Bad habit, I know. *cringe emoji here*

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

All. The. Time. I cannot write without music, to the point that I wind up curating playlists for each of my stories. For one story in particular, Outside Chance, I have multiple playlists since it turned into a three story universe that spans over twenty years. I am working on consolidating those multiple playlists into one master playlist to share, but it's not at a point yet where I'm willing to share it. I've actually recently moved to Spotify as a platform for my fanfic playlists specifically to share them with readers since the platform I usually use puts my full freaking name on playlists when I share them, and sorry y'all. I'm not changing my username on it and I'm not handing out my full name. *shrug emoji here* Anyways, I'll share the OC playlist when I've got it a little more finalized.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

Oh good lord. I've written so much at this point that this it's impossible to narrow it down to a top three. I'll give you three that I love, how's that?

From Wrapped in Red: Every time I try to get Peeta alone to talk about it, she’s there, making sure we’re not disrespecting traditions. The girl has turned into a kiss demanding despot ninja.

From Outside Chance: I become familiar with his body again. How he moves, the cadence of his breaths. We relearn each other’s limits and how to push past them or cover for each other until we can go on.

From The Baker & The Hunter:

“I’m not settling. I don’t want anyone but you,” she vows and my heart stutters for a second then begins to thunder. “I don’t need to leave here to know that. Really if you think about it, this is just a formality.”

“How do you figure?” I ask, unable to stop the smile twitching at my lips at her conviction.

“Because we’re already more married than any piece of paper could make us.”

“You did not just--”

“I did,” she says triumphantly and I groan. She’s a little too good at using my own words against me. “Besides, we’ve already had a toasting.”

“I think I’d remember that,” I say.

“You do remember it. We didn’t even have to fix that memory. We were eleven. I was soaking wet, freezing and starving, digging through garbage--”

“That wasn’t a toasting,” I argue and she flattens her palm on my chest, her lashes lowering.

“Maybe not technically. But you made bread, put it in the fire--”

“Burned it in the fire.” She ignores me and keeps going.

“Then you gave it to me and I shared it with my family.”

“Well by that logic... I gave the first bite to the pig, and I didn’t eat any so...Katniss Everdeen, you’re married to a pig.”

“What? No!” She shouts in protest, but she’s laughing. I tease her and tickle her, rolling her over so that I’m hovering over her.

“Lucky for me, that pig is dead. So really you’re a widow. Do you think an appropriate mourning time has passed for you to remarry or am I just your crazy grief driven affair?”

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euargh · 1 year

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I posted 576 times in 2022

That's 576 more posts than 2021!

157 posts created (27%)

419 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/ chuchuinwonderland

@/ veele70

@/ im-being-held-hostage

@/ firecooking

@/shinekittenace (SORRY, I'M REALLY SHY AND DON'T WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY ANNOY ANYONE. -SOBS.-)

I tagged 555 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#lmao - 167 posts

#spamton - 166 posts

#deltarune - 54 posts

#same - 44 posts

#me - 40 posts

#blogging - 36 posts

#garfield - 35 posts

#vent - 28 posts

#mood - 24 posts

#idk - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#lmao no really he did literally wake up screaming and it freaked me out but he saw and experienced in his nightmare the hells i endured

My Top Posts in 2022:

had a rough past two three years, but I think I will try to maybe return back into the internet world and try to revive this account because I want to be part of a fandom and community again. I’ve become reclusive but the Spamton fandom makes me want to crawl out of hiding to join in. I have no idea who I am following or who is following me, sorry. but uh hi there. also I forgot how to use this place but I shall learn (I want to make my layout Spamton themed.)

edit: my carrd https://segstuff.carrd.co/ and discord info: https://euargh.tumblr.com/post/702133847753736192/heres-my-discord-superevilgenius5125-feel-free art tumblr: https://segdraws.tumblr.com/

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Sorry for not posting this earlier. I ended up having to simultaneously cook/clean for the entire day and then got angry at myself for not making this quick video sooner. I hate that my bank account only has four dollars in it. If I knew a Jevil plush was going to happen, I would have saved up for it like I did the Spamton plush. B’) Oh well.

10 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

My dad: [unclear] called me a big shot! Here’s your package.

Me: WHAT THE MAIL PERSON GETS THE JOKE AND OPENLY SAID IT AFTER RECOGNIZING THE PACKAGE’s RETURN ADDRESS?!

Dad: no, I said your package called me a big shot.

Me: oh

I saved for months and had finally enough money just in time to order SPAMTON on its release day! HE IS HERE!

13 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

story time:

so today I woke up after hearing loud electrical buzzing outside. It was freaky and sounded like something getting electrocuted. Suddenly BOOM the power went out. I sat up. The power returned then flickered again before shutting off. Again it happened, then finally stayed off for a few hours. It made me finally realize how horrible it must have been when my family was without power for two weeks during the Texas shutdown back in February 2021. I wasn’t here when it happened but lmao I like thinking that because I am back and here to stay it won’t happen again. (LIKE, I’M GONE FOR SIX MONTHS AND EVERYTHING FALLS APART, GOES TO HELL, AND DIES. Typical. There were so many dead trees and things and everything was in ruins when I had returned and other bad things. Jeez, fml. but... I guess maybe that means I am actually important? idk I just try to find stupid little things to give me reason to continue living instead of the “end it” dark thoughts solution that creeps up on me.) Anyways back on topic. I was irritated at being in the dark but I remembered my Garfield lamp and used it!

I currently obsess over Garfield, Spamton, and Inside Job. Secondary obsessions, Peeps chicks, Pokemon cards. It’s hard remaining interested in things so I force myself to obsess over things to “stay” and pretend there’s meaning. I was originally going to film something and shower today but it was dark and becoming cold in the house and I changed my mind. (58F and dropping. Currently it’s 45F down here.) Then the power finally returned, but then every single hour it would shut off again. I suppose it was due to the wind outside being cold and heavy. This tropical region can’t handle the cold. Anyways, I think the power is finally stable. dunno, just wanted to log down a diary entry. hi

16 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

oh man people keep thinking Jevil sold out faster than Spamton because he’s popular, (which yessss he’s awesome) but REALLY Fangamer stated themselves that it takes a couple months to make a bunch of plushes and most likely after the Spamton plush was released, there was a HUGE demand for Jevil plushes to which they went to work on that. (As in the Spamton plush was announced on 4/20, then it was released many months later in September! whereas the Jevil plush only had a few months to be worked on (September to November) and they weren’t sure how good the sales would be and decided to test before creating a whole load of them like the Spamton plush, to which it was successful and now they will make a whole load of them. AND I TOO REALLY WANT ONE,

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spookiekewchie · 3 years

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Break Me Off

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: dom!EZ Reyes x shy freak!reader

Summary: The one where your man is a masked menace to the kitty

READ NO MORE PLAYIN SAFE

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: general language warning, ez wearing a ski mask, CNC (consensual nonconsent), panties used as a gag, EZ wearing them damn gloves again, oral (m receiving), couple moments of degradation, unprotected sex (make them wrap it before they tap it), squirting, there's a couple times where a hand ends up around a throat, car sex, there's some potentially triggering language used so please read this at your own discretion. if I missed something politely let me know

A/N: DAY SEVEN OF KINKTOBER is here my fellow hoes, let's welcome back dom!ez reyes and his shy!freak reader girlfriend LMAO. Okay so first off yes I know that's not EZ in the pic but we're gonna pretend that it is because I couldn't find a pic of him in a mask. If there’s any errors or typos my bad, I gave it a look over before posting but I probably missed something knowing me.. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

You kept your head down as you entered the parking structure, not making eye contact with anyone and trying to avoid any awkwardness as you skirted around people that were walking just a tad bit too slow for your liking. All you wanted to do was get to your car so you could go home, but that was easier said than done. A shadow cut in front of you, making you draw your head up and take a step back when two men closed in on you. “Aye mama, where you rushing off to?” You took a deep breath, wishing Ezekiel was there with you. They’d never have stepped up to you like this if he was. Sighing you just shook your head and forced yourself to push past your shy discomfort and not cower. “I’m off to see my boyfriend, maybe you’ve seen him around? Big guy, lots of muscles, wears a Mayans kutte?” Well that took the wind right out of their sails, but they looked as if they were still going to try their luck. You were gearing up to pull your pepper spray from your purse when something over your shoulder caught their attention and instead of bothering you further they just apologized and scurried off.

Shrugging it off you took a few steps forward, pausing when the feeling of being watched made you shiver. You peered over your shoulder and saw nothing so you continued making your way to the parking lot where your car awaited.

You didn’t hear the sound of booted footfalls following after you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following you. You hurried faster towards your car, body tense and nerves on edge the longer you had to linger out in the dark of night. Keys in hand you were already prepared to just get in your car and speed off, instead you were snatched up into strong arms and a gloved hand was clamped over your mouth when you went to scream for help. A brief struggle ensued, and quickly ended with you being shoved into the backseat of your car. Quickly you turned over onto your back, eyes darting wildly to the masked man standing there just on the outside.

“Scream and I won’t be nice.” He warned, voice muffled by the ski mask keeping his face obscured. You just nodded with a whimper, eyes looking over the man...or at least what you could see of him. There was a tattoo on his forearm that looked like a serpent, and when he climbed into the backseat and crowded you back against the door on the other side you caught the scent of soap, leather, and motor oil. You licked your lips, chest heaving slightly as you waited for what would happen next. Somehow you knew what this man wanted, and it sent a sick thrill through you. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone at night?” The masked man questioned, but something in his voice made you shudder. It was like he was enjoying how wide eyed and how seemingly frightened you were. You didn’t speak, voice catching in your throat until a gloved hand flashed out and squeezed around your throat. He yanked you forward, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off of his body. “I asked you a question.”

“I-I’m not alone. M-my boyfriend’s going to show up any minute.” You stammered out, knowing that wasn’t the case. The masked man chuckled, reaching between your legs with his free hand to get up under your dress and roughly tug at your underwear until they ripped and the elastic band popped against your flesh. You let out a pained squeal, your hands suddenly beating against the masked man’s chest as you tried to get out of his strong grip. It did nothing and despite his earlier warning you opened your mouth to scream but he was quick to shove your ripped and ruined underwear into your mouth to shut you up.

“Guess I better be quick then, don’t wanna get interrupted by this boyfriend of yours.” He was laughing, shoving you back and using his large hands to keep your legs spread. A gloved hand drifted down between your thighs, and you tried to stop him only to have both your hands caught in his iron grip and held against your stomach. “Oh don’t give me that look, I saw you today. Walking around in this little dress, tits damn near spilling out and your ass barely covered. Admit it, you were just waiting for someone to come and give you what you need.” He taunted you, and you shook your head as tears began to burn behind your eyes. Your dress was hardly provocative, a sundress with a sweetheart neckline and cut just above the knee. He just chuckled, ignoring your attempts to squirm away when his fingers made contact with your clit and rubbing tight circles against it until you were doing everything you could to hold back any sounds behind the makeshift gag that was your panties.

You wanted to ignore how good it felt, but your body was quickly betraying you. You could feel how slick you were getting, making it easier for his gloved fingers to slide effortlessly against your exposed sex. You growled behind your gag, frustrated at how easily your body was giving into the pleasure and how quickly this masked man had managed to get you wet and dripping for him. Your frustration only seemed to encourage him, and the more you tried to resist and hold back the faster his fingers seemed to work against your sensitive clit until your tears were spilling down your cheeks, and ruining your mascara, from how hard you were trying to not give him the satisfaction of seeing you fall apart.

“You can pretend that you don’t like this all you want, but your pussy is telling me everything I need to know.” His words were followed by a slap to your clit that had you jumping and crying out from behind the panties stuffed in your mouth. “I’ll make you a deal though, if I can’t make you cum in the next sixty seconds then I’ll walk away.” He gave your sex another hard slap and you couldn’t stop the strangled moan that escaped you. You could only see his deep brown eyes, but you knew he was smirking under that mask. Like he knew something that you didn’t, it made you let out a muffled whimper. “If you do cum though, then I expect you to be a good fucking slut and wrap these pretty lips around my cock.” He paused, looking at you with obvious amusement shining in his dark eyes. “Deal?”

It was a question, but at the same time it wasn’t. You knew the answer that he wanted from you, so you nodded your head, telling yourself that you could hold off for sixty seconds.

You were sure that you could hold off at first, thinking he’d just let his fingers tease at your clit again. Instead he began laying more of those slaps against your sex, his slick, gloved fingers landing against your clit with each blow. The makeshift gag kept your loud cries and moans muffled, not that it mattered with how empty the parking lot that this was all happening in was. The wet smacking sound echoed around the inside of your car, amplified, shameful, and mixing with your own muffled moans as you trembled and failed the simple task of not cumming in all of thirty seconds. Your hips jolted, thighs clamping shut around his hand when he landed another slap to your puffy folds. He let go of your hands then, moving his hand to one of your knees so that he could pry your legs apart again and watch the way your quivering hole clenched and pulsed around nothing while his slick fingers rubbed against your clit to drag out the orgasm that had just been forced out of you.

“Don’t feel bad, you never stood a chance. Now, c’mere.” He moved you roughly, pulling your upper body forward until you were forced to move your knees under your body just to be somewhat comfortable in the backseat of your car. The masked man took his time undoing his dark denim jeans, the sound of the zipper slowly descending loud in your ears as you watched helplessly. Pulling himself out to let you get a good look at his thick length he smirked at the sound of your whimper, and used a hand to force your gaze up to his. “I’m gonna take those out of your mouth, and you aren’t going to scream are you?” You shook your head no, blinking as more tears fell from your eyes and streaked your mascara down your cheeks. He reached up to pull your torn underwear from your mouth, and before you could reconsider your promise not to scream he was forcing your head down and pushing the swollen tip of his hard cock into your mouth.

“That’s it, get it nice and wet.” He grunted, head falling back against the headrest of your backseat with a groan. A heavy gloved hand fell to the back of your head, gathering your hair into his grip and adding pressure to push you further down until you were choking around him with each pass. You let him control the way your head bobbed against his length, drool and your tears beginning to coat him. You cringed at the loud sloppy sounds of your mouth on him, slurping and gagging sounds invading your ears. It was embarrassing, trapped in the backseat of your car with some masked menace, choking on his dick, and despite how he’d already made you cum you could feel how you were aching to be filled. “Still think your boyfriend’s gonna show up?” He laughed out, cursing a second later when you whined in distress around him. “Wonder what he’d think if he caught you with a mouth full of a stranger's cock.” He pulled you off of him and stared hard into your bleary eyes as you caught your breath coughing and sputtering until you found your voice.

“He’d fucking kill the person stupid enough to fuck with me.” You spat, and again you couldn’t see anything except for his eyes due to the mask, but the way his eyes crinkled at the corners let you know that he was grinning at you.

“Sounds scary, too bad he ain’t here huh?”

You felt the brief swell of confidence wither when he said that, shoving you back against the backseat and pushing between your thighs so that he could line himself up with your entrance. You’re barely prepared for it when his hips surged forward and he breached your entrance. It knocked the breath out of you, made your back arch up from the backseat that he had you laid on, and you could feel your toes curling inside your wedged heels. He hardly gave you time to adjust, hips already moving to rail into you hard enough that you could feel the car beginning to rock from side to side.

God you could feel it already, the familiar pressure building between your thighs and making your blood rush in your ears. You were so close, and no matter what you thought or thought you wanted all you knew was that this masked man was going to make you cum hard if he kept fucking you like he was.

The moment your lungs had taken in air again and you found your voice the sounds of your moans were loud and bouncing off the inside of your car. Whatever restraint you had left was fucked out of you in that moment, and all you could do was cling to the masked man that was rutting into you and making sure that you took every thick inch that he had to offer. “Fuck, look at you.” He grunted, eyes screwed shut when he felt you squeezing around him. “You’re gonna cum all over this fat cock, you hear me?” He grabbed you around the throat again, squeezing when the only reply you could give him was a too loud moan. “C’mon, don’t turn into a dumb little slut on my cock yet.” He shook you lightly, making your eyes snap open. “Now what are you gonna do?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but could only cry out with how he was sawing into you. You cursed, eyes screwing shut before they fluttered open again. “Oh fuck...g-gonna, cum all over your fat cock!” You cried out, unable to look away from him as his next thrust made you shatter around him with a choked out sob of pleasure when you felt your juices squirting out of you with your release.

He thrusted harder, fucking you through your climax and chasing after his own until his hips came to a stuttering halt and he buried himself deep inside you as he released his spend. You whimpered, eyes slipping shut as a final tear escaped you.

“You okay?” The man asked, and when you next opened your eyes you saw that the mask had been pulled off and you were greeted with Ezekiel’s concerned expression. You laughed softly, pulling him down for a kiss to reassure him that you were just fine.

“I’m wonderful, babe. Thanks for remembering to keep your sleeves rolled up so I knew it was you.” You told him, letting him gather you up in his arms so he could sit back against the seat with you straddled across his lap. Planning this hadn’t been easy, even with the things you two were still learning about each other you were still shy. It’d taken some coaxing for your shy ass to even admit that it was something you were interested in after he’d taken another trip through your internet history. Now that you’d gotten to live out your fantasy you couldn’t help but think it had been so much better than you had anticipated.

Ezekiel merely hummed, stroking a hand down your back and let you rest against him for a minute or two before he finally moved to slip himself out of you. “Let me drive us home, and when we get there I’ll run you a bath with one of those bath bomb things you like, maybe order some food after if you’re hungry.” You nodded at his suggestions and kissed him again before sliding off his lap so that he could grab your dropped keys up from the floorboard.

He watched you curl up on the seat next to him, a smile on his lips as he just shook his head and leaned down to drop a kiss to your temple. “Alright, let’s get you home.” He muttered, tucking himself back into his jeans and getting out of the back seat so that he could move around the driver’s seat. You stretched out in the backseat, a smile still on your lips, and more than ready to let Ezekiel pamper you for the rest of the night.

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skei-seems · 3 years

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Professor Reid (PART 2)

(Click here for PART 1:) https://skei-seems.tumblr.com/post/642651570175148032/professor-reid

Summary: (con’t) After a steamy interaction with her professor on a school trip and a bad misunderstanding, Y/N tries to make up for her mistake when a new opportunity arises.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (female) reader

Category: Smut [NSFW]

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap, Swearing

A/N: Thank you for all the love on part 1. Please like/reblog, I would really love to hear your thoughts and feel free to send me requests. Hope you guys like it! :)

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Spencer didn’t know what had caused you to change so suddenly, he wanted to talk but you were so good at avoiding him. He wanted to tell you it was all a mistake, that it never should have happened, but the other part of him wanted, no needed, you in every way. Prior to the trip he dealt with a bad breakup - his girlfriend cheated on him - and it had pushed him far enough to want your sweetness and innocence more than ever. If only you would let him talk to you...

A sharp wind of breath swirled into his lungs when he saw you that evening, you looked breathtaking. Your hair flowed perfectly around your face, and your body fit so well in your tight clothing, he adored that you always wore sneakers despite the rest of the group’s formal attire. He just couldn’t avert his eyes from this goddess of a woman.

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He was looking at you like a meal. Those melting eyes still sent shivers down your spine. Annoyed, you occupied yourself with your phone while the group waited in line. The booming music made it difficult to hear yourself think once you were all inside. The place was modern and extremely crowded, and the music more popular and recent.

The song playing was not to your taste, though there was something about the loudness sending vibrations through your chest, and the strong amount of perfume and cologne in the air that reverberated into an intense excitement in the pit of your stomach. Some of the group seated themselves at a table overlooking the crowded dance floor, the rest scattered out to join the dancing bodies or to get drinks. After getting a drink, you took a seat across from Professor Reid. He watched you tentatively through the first bit of the night, and you shifted a little your seat. Those penetrating brown eyes through his blonde curls had the tendency to burn holes in you.

You bit your lip, an idea had lit up in you. You downed the last of your drink and headed straight into the crowd, and joined their rhythmic movements. Soon, a good looking guy your age started to dance with you. He was cute, you couldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t... him. Nevertheless, it was part of your plan. Initiating phase two, you moved closer until you were dancing like you and Spencer had the other night. Your eyes wandered around until they landed on him, he was staring at you, eyes lit with a fire that you could see even from the distance where you were standing. You smirked, and continued moving without breaking eye contact. Suddenly, and without warning, the handsome stranger you were tangling with pushed his tongue down your throat. OK, none of that, you thought to yourself. It had not been part of your plan. Fed up, you pushed the horny man off of you and strode out of the club.

The fresh air was a relief like no other. Not even halfway through a night at the club, and you had already had enough. You rested against the wall of the building, a spot where there wasn’t a crowd of people waiting in line. Before you could make a move to start walking home, a slim body appeared in front of you.

“What was that about?” Professor Reid’s voice came out as husked, right against your face as he pushed both of his hands on the wall beside your face, trapping you between him and the wall.

Unable to conjure up an explanation in the closed proximity, you gulped and looked into those two orbs of honey.

You pushed him away, regaining some posture. “What was that about? Really,” you spat out. “What’s you-having-a-girlfriend about?!”

The bit of shouting had caused adrenaline to course through your body, your chest was heaving. He looked taken aback at your accusation.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his tone changing to a much softer one.

“I heard you on the phone in the cafeteria.”

He slowly took a deep breath. “That was my little sister, really.”

The look in his eye told you he wasn’t lying, you didn’t have to be a profiler to see that. For a moment you were dumbstruck, but the professor spoke again before the silence stretched too long.

“I did have a girlfriend,” this information came differently as you previously took it, when it was just an assumption. “I broke up with her not long ago,” he looked away, “she cheated on me.”

Guilt quickly built up in you, unlike it had before when you thought you would be a wedge in someone else’s relationship. No, this was something new, something mixed with shame.

“Professor,” you finally said. “I’m... sorry.”

The smart eyes studied you before he shook his golden curls. “You didn’t know. But if you think the other night was a mistake, I get it. It’s fine, we can forget about it.”

Hesitation and guilt kept you from telling him otherwise, your mouth just opened and closed. He pursed his lips, then called a taxi to take you back safely to the hotel.

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It had been weeks since the trip, you hadn’t spoken a word to Professor Reid except for a few short answers in class. He seemed back to his old self. You tried, but each time you saw his beautiful golden hair and those god forsaken eyes, and those soft red lips - you could not forget how they had felt on yours - the slick feeling of hunger and lust grew from the pit of your stomach and rose up to your throat.

You were deep in thought when the door of the classroom swung open and pulled every student’s attention from whatever they had been busying their thoughts with. It was the head of your University, what on earth was she doing here? She searched the class and her eyes landed on you, “Ah, Miss (Y/L/N).”

Trying not to freak out, you hesitantly replied, “Yes, ma’am?”

“Could I borrow a moment of your time after class?”

Wide-eyed, you bobbed your head up and down. “Of course.”

She smiled, then looked at your professor. “Oh, and you as well Doctor Reid, my office.”

He immediately looked at you, but seemed much less alert than you had. Still, butterflies wove their way through your intestines at your mutual gaze. He broke the eye contact and nodded at the Head Mistress, with that, she left.

You wanted to communicate with him through telepathy. “Does she know?” Ridiculous, you thought, then cheekily added, “your ass looks good in those pants.” The professor continued with his lecture, you desperately tried to fuse down the blush that had crept up your cheeks and resumed taking notes.

Not until class was over did you remember the request of the Head Mistress. You didn’t even know where her office was, so you silently followed Doctor Reid. The two of you entered after knocking. She was sitting behind her desk with an eager expression.

“Please, have a seat.”

The two of you lowered onto the leather stools like two naughty school children in a principal’s office.

“We heard back from the university of your expedition. They said without Y/N, their research project would have been drastically insufficient.”

Professor Reid looked over to you and smiled. “Well I must say, she is one of my best students.”

Your cheeks flushed crimson again. The Head Mistress nodded in approval. “But that’s not why I called this meeting.”

Frozen in your seat, you awaited your fate. Could Spencer hear your heat racing from next to you? Why was he not this nervous?

“I called you in, because I have elected you as your year’s representative to compete against other students across the country in FBI preparation and criminal analogy.”

“Of course,” she continued, “I called Doctor Reid here too as I would like him to be your mentor for the preparation and duration of the program.”

This information was baffling you. “I don’t know what to say, ma’am. I’m, honoured.”

In truth, you were mortified. Hours alone, studying with Professor Reid? You could barely focus in class, but one-on-one? Impossible.

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You were dreading your mentor meetings. The schedule the head mistress had set up for you indicated twice a week, and that was twice too many. Most of them were in the universities library, and some in his classroom. Nervously, you strode through the isles of old books until you found him in the far corner. He looked perfect, like a beam of sunlight, so at home between the rows and piles of books.

“Y/N,” he smiled up at you. It was so easy for him to act normal.

“Hi sir,” you avoided his gaze and sat down.

Your study session went slowly, and with immense difficulty to concentrate. It was like he was burning you from the other end of the table, unaffected by your presence. Sometimes he would get up and grab a book to show you something, leaning over your shoulder to point out a certain word or image.

When it was over, you were so relieved you almost left without saying goodbye. You had started to doubt whether this was going to work at all, until you spoke to your best friend. Her advise was that, if he didn’t let you focus, why should you allow him to focus? You mulled it around for a while, and decided that it was either that, or you’d have to ask for a new mentor. But you knew that would raise question, or worse, hurt his feelings - which you had already done once.

From a distance, you could see how utterly childish the idea was, but he had not satisfied your need of him that night back at the hotel. You still craved him, his lips on yours, his hands over your body and him inside of you. You knew some part of him had wanted this too.

So, the next meeting you showed up in the shortest skirt you could find in your closet, and an oversized sweater. What was underneath was a mystery. Professor Reid’s eyebrows climbed his forehead when you entered, he had been reading a book but almost dropped it when he saw your bare legs. A smirk crept up your face, your plan was working.

Sooner or later you knew he would break, or stop you. Of course, he was a profiler, he could see the signs of attraction, nervousness, lust, and whatever else you could possibly feel for him - oblivious to the fact that he had the visible emotional range of a teaspoon. (I hope y’all got that reference)

“Would you mind fetching the following encyclopaedia for me?” He asked with a layer of honey coating his sexy voice.

You happily obliged and after searching for a while you realised it was on the top most shelf behind him. Perfect. You grabbed a chair and walked over to the section, climbed on top and reached your hand to the book, making sure your skirt hiked up. “This one, sir?” You asked, looking down at him. A low string of swearwords were mumbled from below you. Doctor Reid nodded and quickly looked away from your exposed bottom, occupying himself with tapping his pencil.

Smiling, you seated yourself again and started rolling the back of your pencil between your mouth as he explained something to you. His eyes briefly traveled down to your lips, then back to your eyes. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie with those large, veiny hands of his - your thighs pressed together. He was making you squirm just by existing, literally anything he did turned you on. When he was deep in focus, he pulled his lip between his teeth or raked a hand through his loose curls.

You let him rest for the next twenty minutes, then decided to take things up a notch, test the waters, if you will. You two were sitting side by side, him facing a little toward you, each focused on diagramming statistics from multiple books, when you “accidentally” dropped your pencil between his spread legs.

“Oops,” you giggled slightly, quickly getting down before he could.

Taking longer than needed to retrieve the fallen pencil and getting down on your hands and knees, you slowly looked up at him from your position. His lips parted slightly, but he didn’t look away. From between his legs you spoke, “I’m so clumsy today,” and batted your lashes with innocence.

“I see that,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up.

You got back into your seat, he resumed his work. Maybe your plan wasn’t working, he still seemed calm and collected. You sighed, and were ready to call it quits, when you felt a hand on your thigh.

When you looked over he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were on the book on the table and his other hand was tugging on his collar. His touch was sending tingles straight to your core, and you almost moaned when he started rubbing circles on your inner thigh. Damn it, you thought, he was winning now. You didn’t want him to remove his hand, but you didn’t want him to have the upper hand either. So, you stood up - momentarily earning his gaze on you again - and sat on the edge of the table close to him, your legs dangling against his thigh that was facing you.

He looked up at you with suspicion. “You aren’t supposed to sit on the tables, you know.”

Your higher ground provided some confidence, you leaned in a little to him and in a whisper voice said, “We aren’t supposed to fuck on them either, how about we break more than one rule today?”

His pupils dilated and he pulled his lip between his teeth again, then abruptly stood up. “My office. Now.” He pulled you behind him as he lead the way.

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By the time you had gotten to Spencer’s office, your nerves had worked themselves up into snakes in your stomach. He was pulling you by your wrist, and slammed the door behind you once you got inside. You were pushed once again by those strong hands against the door, he kissed you. The feeling of his soft mouth on yours sent fireworks off behind your closed eyelids. It was bliss. You wove your hands through his hair, but he suddenly stopped kissing you.

“What makes you think you can talk to me like that, and tease me in a library full of people,” he whispered in a husky voice next to your ear, sending tingles down your back.

You bit your lip, the dominant side had come out again - and this time, you were happy to hand over the role of the upper hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl, but I’m gonna have to punish you for that.” The excitement was building up between your legs at such a fast rate you were afraid it would soak completely through your tiny underwear.

“First” you said, and lowered onto your knees in front of him, “let me try to make it up to you.”

He watched you with his mouth open, and moved his hands to your hair. Smirking, you undid his belt and took him out, he was already hard. You licked up the underside, then swirled your tongue over the tip. This earned a loud moan from the professor, and an even louder one when you took him in completely. He guided the rhythm with his hands in your hair as you bobbed your head along his length, taking in what you couldn’t fit with your hands. You felt him twitch, then he suddenly drew you away and pulled up his pants.

“Enough,” he breathed out heavily, “I still want to fuck you.” His words sent chills down your spine. His hair had fallen into his eyes, his shirt and tie hanging askew - this messy look was your favourite.

You wrapped your hands around his neck as he picked you up and carried you you over to his desk, where he reattached your lips. You weren’t getting enough of him, even though your hands were exploring all the places they’ve been missing, until he grabbed your thigh and pushed his hardness onto your core. Electricity sparked between you two. A moan left your swollen lips, and he took this as a sign to continue rubbing onto you.

“You like feeling me against you?”

“Ahuh,” your reply came out as a half moan.

He put his mouth next to your ear again, “Wait till you feel what it’s like when I’m inside.”

His lips attacked your neck as he pulled off your sweater, only to discover you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He clicked his tongue, “bad girl.” Shaking his head, he turned you around so you were bent over his desk. A hard hand landed on your behind. Instead of moaning, you inhaled sharply. “That’s it, not too loud.” He approved, and trailed his fingers up between your unclothed thighs.

You felt a little nervous like this, of course you had been fucked before, but never like this. But you wanted, and needed him so badly. “Sir,” you pleaded.

He chuckled, and rubbed you through your underwear, causing you to close your thighs around his hand. In disapproval, he separated your feet again and pulled off your underwear completely. You were left only in your skirt.

“We’ll leave this on,” he huffed, stroking the waistband softly.

The anticipation was too much. He snaked both of his hands around your waist and pulled you closer into a standing position. Now, his lips sloppily kissed into the crook of your neck as his hand moved down your stomach. A gasp left your mouth when his hand reached down there, slowly rubbing your sensitive part. Your body was squirming against his hand, and his free one came up to your throat.

“Tell me what you want,” he breathed against your cheek.

“I-” you moaned again when his finger started rubbing faster, “-I want you inside of me!”

He smiled, “That’s what I like to hear.”

His fingers left your soaking area, causing you to moan at the loss of contact. You heard him fumbling with his pants again, then felt his bare harness stroke against you, which produced another moan. He bent you over his desk again, and without warning, slammed into you. Adjusting to his size was difficult, but when he gradually started pumping in and out it gave some relief. Your breathing was now coming out as loud sighs every time he dragged back into you, steadying himself by holding your right hip by hand and using the other to hold onto the desk.

“Faster,” you pleaded.

He swore and started pounding harder, in and out. Moans filled the air of his office. The fast rhythm was now building into a climax, you were getting closer with each thrust. You knew by the sounds coming from him that he was close too. “More,” you almost yelled. He obliged and thrusted until you were hitting the desk each time he pound into you. Pressure started to build up in your legs, you were so close. He grunted and continued slamming into you, every thrust feeling harder and deeper than the last. You moaned loudly as you reached your climax, the warmth causing him to reach his own. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulled out. You shakily sat down, out of breath and satisfied beyond what you had ever imagined possible.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed and kissed you once again after pulling on his pants.

Professor Reid looked at you with the same intrigue that made you need all this in the first place, and for the rest of the mentoring, this continued.

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A/N: I will be writing more Spencer Reid x reader, please send me requests (I will also write for characters from other shows/movies/books).

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