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haetrack · 24 days

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mark couldn’t help it. he couldn’t help but to place his hand over his pants, palming himself when the only thing racing through his mind was how pretty u looked today, ordering a coffee from the cafe that he worked at. he thinks about how u pursed ur lips, reading the menu in concentration, the way ur chest heaved up and down when u came running into the store, escaping the rain. a groan catches in his throat, knowing that this was so wrong, getting off to someone he’s never even talked to, but oh god did it feel so right when his hands slipped past his waistband, fingers curling around himself. the outline of his hardening dick was too prominent thanks to the plaid pyjama pants he wore. he bit his lip, inhaling deep breaths as his hand started stroking himself. he remembers the spark he felt when ur hands brushed his as u handed him ur credit cared, he imagined it was ur hands that were rubbing against his skin right now, ur hands that were playing with the warm pre-cum that was dripping out of his swollen tip. the little voice in the back of his head was still telling him that it wasn’t too late to stop, but all he could hear was how silky smooth ur voice was ordering a drink, he wished he could listen to all the pretty sounds u would make if he was buried inside u. his pace quickens at this fantasy, imagining that he was fucking u right now, not his right hand. groaning at the thought of how good he would feel surrounded by ur warmth, his hips thrusting up into his fist harder and faster. his grip tightens when he remembers how ur white tshirt had gone slightly see through from the rain, how he must’ve been the only one who had the honour to see the traces of ur blue lace bra before u threw a crewneck on top. he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that u were wearing his favourite colour. his deep breathing now morphing into shallow whines with how long the pleasure has been building up inside. it’s the thought of ur pure, innocent smile that pushes him over the edge. the orgasm causing a string of swears being grunted out. his hips sputtering at the thought of cumming all over ur sweet face. his hands continue stroking, milking himself for everything he has. the clarity starts to settle and shame creeps over him at that fact that he really did just get off to a total stranger. but the shame didn’t last long when he discovers that none of his cum spilled and he doesn’t have to change his sheets, grateful for the fact that he was so horny, he didn’t even bother to take off his pants.

ngl smoothie dance practice mark has me in such a chokehold i had three other scenarios i started writing for him but they were all getting SO long i had to stop myself 🧍‍♂️ mark pls hmu i want u so bad 🙏

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GODDDDD WHY MEEEE... perv mark who doesn't even realize he's being a little perv... i need him. 🌱 anon get in line bc i need him FIRST!!!!!

he would tell himself it wouldn't matter that he got off to you. it was probably just a one time thing that you came to the coffee shop he worked at. if he doesn't have to see you, it doesn't matter that he came in his pants because he'll probably never see you again anyways.

except, there you are again, pretty smile on your face as you enter the cafe. you're not drenched this time, but you are wearing a low-cut top. you're quick to order this time, same order as last time. mark tries so hard not to stare too hard at your chest, but when you hand him your card, he takes a moment too long to grab it, too busy staring at you. you clear your throat, and you're met with a sheepish look as his face turns red.

he's trying hard not to mess up your order, hands fumbling all around in embarrassment. he's also trying very hard not get a boner at his job where quite literally anyone can see him. when he calls out your order, he swears that your hand lingers on his for a while, and he swears it's on purpose. he watches you walk away, saying goodbye to him as you go about your day.

he waves goodbye to you. although he said it was a one time thing, he might just have to fuck his fist again tonight because of you.

#asks #🌱 anon #nct smut #mark lee smut #mark lee hard hours #OH MY GOD I CANT BREATHE #now i kinda want to make this into a fic #🌱 anon can u please consider letting me make this into a fic #i think it would be fun to write #ONLY IF YOU WANT THOUGH

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dancingtotuyo · 10 months

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Build You the World

Joel Miller X Reader

Rating: PG-13 (Language)

Warnings: fluffiness, just fluff

Summary: Joel was stupid. Saying sorry the only way he knows how, Joel built you something.

Pre- Outbreak/ No outbreak because I want them to live a happy undisturbed life together.

Notes: We take a break from our regularly scheduled Narcos/Javier Peña content to give you this teeth rotting fluff piece about Joel Miller. Cross posted on AO3

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Joel sucked in a breath. Supplies scattered on the floor around him. The industrial fan blew the hot Texas air into his hotter garage. Sarah rode her bike around the driveway, purple fairy wings strapped to her back. She chatted on and on, no doubt caught up in a make believe land. He needed to take the training wheels off her bike. Maybe tomorrow he would have time.

Joel’s gaze drifted back over the supplies he’d bought at the hardware store this morning. Sarah had asked what he was making as her little legs struggled to keep up with his long strides. She’d noticed the unusual components he gathered. These weren’t for a job or the back porch he’d been working on all summer.

“Secret project” he’d winked at her and thankfully, she’d accepted it.

He hadn’t been able to sleep last night. He’d handled the whole situation badly. It was 2 am before Joel gave up the tireless pursuit of sleep and drawn up the plans. He currently wondered if he’d bitten off more than he could chew. He was a contractor. He did big projects like framing houses and decks. His fine carpentry skills left a lot to be desired.

Joel pushed those thoughts from his head. He could do this. He wanted to do this.

One lunch break, two first aid breaks, (a splinter in his thumb and a skinned knee for Sarah) and a nap (Sarah’s) later, Joel had all the pieces shaped and sanded. He couldn’t help but admire his handy work. Sure it was a simple design and yeah, it wasn’t assembled yet, but he’d made this. He just prayed it all fit.

Sarah colored at his workbench. She’d woken up not long ago and was still quiet from her nap. “Daddy, what are you making?”

“Top secret, baby girl.” He winked at her, pulling the wood glue and clamps from the cabinet.

She sighed in exasperation turning back to her coloring book. Joel hummed along to the classic rock station. His tshirt clung to his body wet with sweat. At 5:30, the temperature was just beginning its slow descent. He started to assemble to the first side, praying he’d made all the slots the correct size. That had been the most tedious part, ensuring it would all lock together properly.

“Daddy, I’m hungry. Are we going to have dinner soon?”

“Soon, I want to get this first side put together first.”

Sarah sighed, her hair floating up and then falling back over her eyes. Joel chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Why don’t you go grab a cheese stick to tide you over?”

“Okay.” She slid off the stool, running inside.

It slid together with relative ease. Only a few profanities dropped from his mouth when he dropped something or spilled the glue everywhere.

He was jerryrigging the clamps when Sarah squealed, darting out of the garage. He glanced up, just able to make out the blue sedan that pulled in behind his pickup. Your blue sedan.

Nerves coursed through him. He reached for his beer. It was warm and flat now, barely touched. Sharp power tools and alcohol don’t mix well. He ignored the taste, taking another gulp. After last night, fear and shame filled him.

Sarah held your hand, talking a mile a minute as if you didn’t kiss her Goodnight last night. You laughed at something she said, but he heard the way it doesn’t quite reach. The first thing he noticed were the dark bags under your eyes and the red rings around them. Guilt flooded him. You need sleep more than ever right now. He felt the exhaustion radiating off of you.

You attempted to make yourself more presentable before gathering the courage to come over. The shower helped, your hair still damp and curling. The mascara kept running so you left it.

You round the corner with Sarah. Joel can hardly look at you. To be fair, you don’t really want to look at him either. You don’t want a repeat of last night but you can’t ignore the situation at hand either.

You finally call up the courage to look at him. You’d grown proud of yourself for learning the ins and outs of Joel Miller in the two years you’d known him. You could read him like the bedtime stories you read to Sarah, silly voices and all, but right now the pages of him blurred. Maybe that was just the tears you fought back.

“Sarah, do you want to grab your fairy wings to show-“

“Yes!” Sarah didn’t allow her father to finish. She was gone through the door in a flash of dark curls.

“She’s been excited to show you. Can’t believe she wasn’t wearin’ ‘em.” His Texas drawl popped out sending shivers down your spine. He forced a smile.

You wanted to return it, but other things pressed your mind. You weren’t good at diversion.

“Joel.” Your lip quivered and you hated yourself for it. You felt out of control right now.

He sighed. “Come here.” He cocked his head back stepping further into the garage.

The fan pushed air through your hair and skirt granting mellow relief to the heat.

“I’ve been working on this.” He swallowed presenting his scattered workspace. He read all nerves but there was the briefest sense of pride too.

Pieces of carefully shaped and sanded wood laid about in piles. You caught sight of what he’d put together. “Porch railing?”

You failed to see the connection. Not to mention it looked too tall and narrow to be for the back deck. And what was with the arch? Was he trying to build a trellis? He’d been talking about putting in some raised beds for you and Sarah.

Was this some kind of joke? An “I’m sorry?” It hardly accounted for one.

“No, it’s a-“ he sighed, running a hand through his curls. He needed a haircut. You had planned to take the clippers to it last night until things went awry.

He picked his notebook up off the work bench. The leather bound one you got him for Christmas. You were convinced he didn’t use it. It sat on his nightstand and you were sure if you’d picked it up, you would see a dust outline. He handed it to you.

You could tell he hadn’t used it much but that didn’t really matter. Your breath caught, all else forgotten the moment your eyes landed on the page. It was rough, dotted with measurements and notes, but it was clear as day all the same.

Tears built up for a whole new reason.

“I stayed up all night working through the design. It's nothing extravagant, but it’ll be sturdy… and safe.” He stuttered.

You traced the design with your finger. All the doubts from the past 24 hours, gone just like that. “You designed a crib?”

“It’s cherry wood. I know that’s your favorite.”

“You designed a crib for our baby?” You stepped into his bubble. You couldn’t believe it. Of everything you anticipated tonight, this was not on the list.

“Baby, I’m so sorry for last night. I was a jackass-“

“Joel Miller, Shut up! You’re building this?”

You looked at him like he hung the fucking galaxy, and his heart settled. He knew the two of you would be okay.

“Yes.”

You kissed him, arms thrown over his shoulders, tears streaming down your face as the nightmare turned into a dream.

You would hear his apology out in full later, lord knows you deserved it after last night, but right now, you just wanted to celebrate. Celebrate him, your love, and the little bundle of joy to join the three of you in 7 short months.

#joel miller #the last of us #fanfiction #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #fluff

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phantomrose96 · 1 year

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I’d love to hear about your fucked up subway, as best as you can express. Love love love hearing about weird dreams!

In exchange I’ll tell you about my recurring Bad Mall— I’m not on any meds my brain is just like this— usually I’m at the mall looking for someone. Usually it’s a friend, sometimes it’s All Might (??? Also haven’t seen BNHA in years why he there), and in one notable instance, it was a blue sock puppet who everyone loved.

I don’t know why I hate this mall so much. If I could I would never have another mall dream again. It is, technically, a very nice mall. The employees are nice. Usually I have a friend there. The shops are interesting and fairly priced. But something about the atmosphere is just… *grey*. Sapped. It’s a big loop of a building, sized such that there should be a courtyard in the middle— there is not.

The main entrance borders a clothing store that also sell luxury nail polish (like… made of velvet) and a decadent chocolate shop that gives out really nice free samples. Across the way there’s a couple jewellery stores I’ve never been in, and then you make a sharp left and you’re into the mall proper. To your right, the food court. I’ve only stopped there maybe ever twice, and the food is really good. The second time I accidentally put someone else’s fried chicken order into an incinerator so we got married about it.

On the other side, there is GameStop. This store is the bane of my being. It always has the *coolest* stuff but if I dare set foot inside the dream will start looping around it— genuinely, one time I tried to escape by running to the other side of the mall, and I ended up in a secret passageway that led me right back to GameStop. The worst part is that it’s all dream stuff. I don’t get to take any purchases home.

Past that, on the right there’s kind of a weird store that sells vintage stuff, old video games, and tshirts. On the left is a shop that sells gnomes. Directly ahead is a Walmart, and, in the middle of the like. Mall hallway. a free floating hot drink store that also sells wooden cutouts of deer, and kickass hot chocolate. Turn left.

I haven’t been in any of these shops. The only one I recall clearly is a big, outdoorsy-themed sportswear shop to the left. It has a full sized pool in it. I’ve never been inside, only pressed my face to the glass. It also seems to have some sort of scavenger hunt happening with bits of shredded paper. Usually I hurry through the rest of the hallway, not sure why. Turn left.

On the corner to your left, there’s the shop where one of my friends works. The only thing I remember about it is a wind-chime made of dvds. To your right is a large store that takes up the entire stretch of building— it’s one of those, like, VR experience places. Past that, on the left, there is a cinema. Turn left.

You’re back where you started, now. You can go outside. The parking lot is huge, and there’s a MASSIVE textiles store you can only access from out here. Don’t go to the stuffing area, bad vibes. There’s also a handful of gacha machines. One is easily lockpicked, and has cool Pokémon stuff inside. Another has little historical artifact recreations that are all slightly wrong. The Mona Lisa but her hair is blue. The Statue of Liberty, but the torch is a bundle of snakes.

There’s another bundle of disconnected shops. One of them sells pizza? And also it always wakes me up instantly so I don’t know what the pizza is like. The mall doesn’t always spit me out into the parking lot, either. That’s just part of the mall experience I guess one second you’re walking away with your shopping the next you’re running for your life in a dream video game c’est la vie

Hey anon I fucking LOVE your nightmare fucked-up dream mall. If this was the setting of a 16-year-old forum post creepypasta that only exists in reposts and screenshots I'd read the hell out of it.

To your right, the food court. I’ve only stopped there maybe ever twice, and the food is really good. The second time I accidentally put someone else’s fried chicken order into an incinerator so we got married about it.

^Highlighting this because it's doing a lot for me.

My fucked-up subway does not have nearly as much lore as your fucked up mall, and most of my feelings about the fucked-up subway are rooted in the heightened emotional ether of dreams where everything is slightly wrong, but I'll take a shot at capturing the vibes.

The first hallmark of fucked-up subway stations is that they are deep and they are vast--and by vast I mean there's often endless dead-space fanning out from the platform. The stairs descending to the platform are often unrailed and give you a wide view of the endless black-void expanse that stretches beyond the platforms.

The structure of the tracks and the trains is a lot more like a rollercoaster than a real subway. The tracks are bare and exposed and peter off into the dead-space distance. The cars are small and often roofless. They're often some combination of cold and wet and exposed. When there's no roof, there's usually the latent understanding that if you fall out you'll fall far.

The fucked-up subway trains run very infrequently. Usually when you get to the fucked-up station, the train in your desired direction is just about to depart, and if you miss this one, the next one will not be for a long time.

The fucked-up subway trains go to stations that do not exist. They're always modeled off the subway routes in my home city, which I've lived in for close to 5 years now and whose subway system I know like the back of my hand. This means you'll always know where you're trying to go, and be confident in how you're getting there, until you realize the subway is headed to the stations that do not exist.

The stations that do not exist often have transfers with other subway lines, which you can take in an attempt to get back on track. These transfers follow the same rules as the infrequent trains--the train and direction you need will always be just arriving when you are, and if you miss it you'll be stuck waiting a long time. Usually to transfer you have to descend to a deeper level, which brings you to more of these vast and dark and precarious platforms hanging over the abyss, with exposed traintracks running on either side. Sometimes you'll accidentally descend the wrong side--inbound instead of outbound, or vice versa, and need to hastily backpedal (or come up with some way to get across to the other side of the chasm).

One dream with the fucked up subway system had the deep, deep subway system. This station goes all the way down. No clue at all how deep but I'll call it 30 floors, at least, into this dead and lifeless, lightless trough at the bottom. The very bottom has no train, it's just the very bottom of everything. It's a bit like being at the bottom of the ocean, or the bottom of an almost pitch-black cellar--if that cellar's walls were hundreds and hundreds of feet above your head. There is a shop down here! It sells frozen meats that are kept very well preserved down here due to the cold and lifeless nature of the trench's pit.

It's not really a shop, per se. There's no staff or anything. It's more like you've discovered the abandoned contents of this cellar. Things are just stacked around, and very very hard to find with so little light. I don't remember how paying works.

Sometimes, you'll go to a station that exists, but it'll be wrong. You're at the correct station but nothing about it or its surroundings is correct. Nothing looks right. You recognize nothing. But it is the correct station. Sometimes this is nice. One time it let me out into this very pretty street with a nice red brick church whose yard and stone wall were surrounded by beautiful flowers. I met a friend here and she disappeared.

The fucked-up bus lines exist, and they go south. I've only ever ridden them at night and in the pitch black, and they run to places that aren't safe. This is a problem because they run infrequently, and you have to wait for them outside in the dark. I took the fucked-up bus line to a church way south of the city, where I was helping a nice couple set things up in the church. They were never there while I was. The church was always dark.

On the way back taking the fucked-up bus, there was a stop in the middle for the driver to rest. I talked with the other riders while we waited. The bus driver had a medical episode and drove the bus over the side of a nearby cliff. I don't remember what happened when we tried to get help.

#ask

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thefreakydeaky · 7 months

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After the Thrill is Gone

Part Six

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Negan Smith x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: From the first moment you laid eyes on Negan you were inexplicabley drawn to him. The passion between you is hot and only grows more intense the longer you see each other. There is only one problem, you're both married to other people.

Warnings: Dark Fic , Stalking, Stalker behavior, Smuttyness, Adult Language, I'll add more warnings as I post, so please check the warnings for updates on each chapter.

You put Millie in her stroller and went for a walk inside the mall, a small one level building that wasn't much to look at, but it was something to do. You didn't have much to do that day and since you couldn't shake the feelings of paranoia you were having,

getting out of the house seemed a good idea. Looking in the windows of stores you could never afford didn't really bother you. There wasn't much you wanted from the mall in the first place.

The most enticing thing was the smell of fresh brewed coffee coming out of the Blue Moon bakery. You slowed as you got near to it. You picked through your purse scrounging up change to see if you had the four dollars. You did not. So, you dropped the coins into the pocket of your jeans and carried on.

The next store was a toy store. You focused on quickly moving passed that for Millie's sake. You turned to see what was in the next window. Clothing. You couldn't believe some of the new styles people were wearing. The color combinations were so bright and loud.

As you took a look at the last manaquin's outfit, you found yourself choking on your next breath. He was standing there in the reflection, watching you. In jeans and a white tshirt, his leather jacket encasing his broad shoulders. There was no mistaking him for anyone else. You kept watching the reflection as he drew nearer and nearer. Your heart beat drummed faster in your chest and then he was standing right behind you.

"What are you doing here?" The words left your mouth with aggitation in every note of your voice. You turned to face him.

"We need to talk." He told you.

He had a paper cup with the Blue Moon logo on it. You looked up into his eyes uncertainly. He held the cup out to you. You grasped it, hesitantly.

You started forward again and took a sip from the cup. The coffee tasted as good as it smelled, the rich dark taste of espresso mixed with the slight hint of sweetness from, you suspected, the one packet of sugar you usually put in it. That he knew how you took your coffee reminded you of the familiarity between the two of you and it unnerved you.

"We don't have anything left to discuss. I know where you stand and you know where I stand. There's nothing to be done about it." You took another sip.

"I disagree, but I'm not here to talk about that." He rubbed at his stubbled chin. "Tell me about Camilla."

You frowned.

"Why do you want to know about Millie?"

"We've been together four years. How old is Camilla?"

Your eyes narrowed.

"She's three. Why are you- Oh! You have got to be fucking kidding me! We talked about this when I was pregnant. 'I always use a condom. There is no fucking way it's mine.' Those were your words, remember?" You huffed.

"You never fucking told me she had hazel eyes or that she had dark hair." He argued.

"Millie having dark hair doesn't mean she's yours." You remarked.

"Maybe, Maybe not, but at the end of the day, your husband doesn't have dark hair. Both your son's are dirty blond like their Dad. So shouldn't Millie's hair be the same?"

You blinked slowly. You didn't like what you were hearing.

"She's not yours."

"She has my eyes." He insisted.

"No. She doesn't."

"On some level you have to have known she is mine.You named her after my mother."

"Your mother happens to have the same name I liked from the baby name website I found it on. I chose it because I liked the nickname, Millie.You are making a conspiracy out of a coincidence." You declared.

"Yeah? You think, the fact that she looks like me is just coincidence? What about the fact that we were having sex around the time you got pregnant? The math adds up. You just don't want to see it."

"What?!" You scoffed. "You didn't give a single fuck about Millie this whole time. Didn't ask to see a picture of her. Didn't ask me a single thing about her ever. Now, because I broke up with you, suddenly you care?"

His brows dipped as he frowned.

"Be for fucking real! You are out of your damn mind if you think you can suddenly decide to be her father. She already has one." You tossed the coffee cup in the trash and walked away, leaving him behind.

You got to your car quickly, but found he hadn't followed you. As you picked Millie up out of the stroller, you looked into her eyes, her honey colored eyes and tried to remember if there was anyone in your family whose eyes looked like hers.

You resolved to cut Negan off once and for all. You complained to your mother, telling her it was going to be too much for you to pick Wyatt up from baseball practice. After some pleading she gave in and agreed to help you.

#negan x reader #negan smith x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader

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whoreanghae · 2 years

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apartment 308 ; lee chan

genre - strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff

wordcount - 1.8k

disclaimers - lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, fic under the cut

a/n - wow i havent posted literally allll summer. ive been super busy, but now im back to school so i finally have time to write again :P this is just a short one that ive had in my drafts for a while, its not perfect my apologies. hope u enjoy mwah

you rummaged through your cupboards as the oven beeped, signalling that it was done preheating. you couldve sworn that you had more sugar. the sugar you had in the bag was barely half of what the recipe called for. the rest of the ingredients were already mixed together in the bowl, so you didnt have time to run to the nearest convenience store. so, begrudgingly, you made your way to the neighbouring apartment. you hated having to introduce yourself this way, but you had never even seen them leave before, so theres a time for everything.

shoving your feet into the pair of shoes next to the door, you propped the door open as you headed to the door just down the hall. the aging numbers on the door read 308. you knocked lightly, suddenly wondering if the cookies you were making were even worth it. as you were contemplating leaving, the door in front of you creaked open and a man stood in the doorway, a small smile on his face. he looked to be around your age, not much older. he was wearing a black tshirt paired with a pair of black sweatpants. he was very attractive, but you had to get back to the matter at hand instead of just oogling at him like a weirdo.

“hi! im y/n, i live next door, i was wondering if i could borrow like, a cup of sugar? im baking cookies and i literally just used up the last of what i had.” you finished with a chuckle. he nodded, the same smile on his face from when you had arrived. “of course! just wait right here, ill go grab some for you.” he hurried off into his apartment as you stood in the hallway of the apartment building. you waited around for a moment before he returned to the doorway with a container of sugar in his hands. you took it and thanked him profusely, apologizing for the nature of your first meeting. he laughed and brushed it off. wow, his laugh was like music to your ears. just as you were about to go back to your apartment, he spoke up again. “oh, im chan by the way! if you ever need anything you can stop by, i dont mind.” you nodded and smiled. “thank you chan, the same goes for you as well.” he grinned wider as you gave a meek wave and he closed his door. you shut your apartment door behind you as you returned to making your batch of cookies.

the timer in the kitchen began to blare, signalling that your baking was done. the smell of fresh baked cookies filled the air in your apartment, a heavenly smell to say the least. you carefully took them out and placed them on top of the stove. after they had cooled down, you took a couple off of the tray you had baked them on and placed them in the container that chan gave you the sugar in. you replaced the cover and headed out to the door again. you stood in front of chans apartment and lightly knocked. the building was so quiet that you could hear the footsteps leading up to the door. as the door opened, chan stood in front of you yet again. you held out the container and his eyes lit up. “thank you so much!” he took the container and gasped when the bottom was still warm. “its no problem, if anything you helped me make them, its the least i could do.” you gave him a warm smile as he thanked you again. the happiness in his eyes made you want to bake forever. you said your goodbyes again as you returned to your apartment and put away the rest of the cookies that you had left for yourself. you smiled to yourself without noticing as you removed the cookies from the parchment they were baked on.

some time had passed, and it had been a while since youd seen chan. after the baking situation, you had actually spoken to him more when you would see him. whether that be in the lobby, or your shared hallway, you would often stop and have little conversations. as it turns out, you two actually have quite a lot in common. but in the past few weeks, you had only seen him in quick glances in the hallway. short smiles and small ‘hello’s were the extent of your interactions. but even in the last month, you hadnt seen him at all. a part of you was concerned, but you knew that he could just be busy, or your schedules could just not have lined up like they did before. the thought even came up that he couldve moved. but you try to not think about it. this particular day, you had suddenly gotten a craving for muffins. knowing already that you had all of the ingredients, you decided to get straight into it. you pulled up a recipe and began mixing your ingredients in a bowl. as you read down through the recipe, you reached up into your cupboards to get the bag of sugar. as you grab the bag, you realize that it is way lighter than you expect. you dump the sugar into a measuring cup, and it doesnt even reach the halfway point for what the recipe requires. you sigh and put down the measuring cup. maybe it was a sign.

the hallway is quiet as you close the door behind you. you make your way to the familiar apartment door, realizing how weird you must look asking for sugar again. but, you push those thoughts to the back of your head as the door swings open. this time, youre not face to face with chan. the man in the doorway is taller, but with similar kind eyes. youve seen him come and go, but never seen him this close. hes handsome, but in a different way than chan was. he smiles as you snap out of your daze. “hi! nice to meet you, im y/n, i live next door, could i borrow a little bit of sugar please? i always seen to run out as soon as im making something.” you both chuckle and he nods. “nice to meet you as well, y/n! of course, come on in ill go grab you some.” he steps aside so you can come into the apartment. you look around as you wait. the apartment is tidy, and has a warm feel to it. its definitely lived in, and if you were to guess you would say there are multiple people besides the man at the door. you hear chatter in the kitchen, but you cant make out voices.

after a few minutes, he comes back to you with a small bag of sugar in hand. he gives you another smile as he puts the bag in your hands. “is that enough?” you nod profusely. “oh goodness yes, thank you so much!” he leans against the table in the living area as you give him an appreciative look. “oh! im junhui by the way, but you can call me jun.” you chat with jun for a little bit longer before you have to take off and finish your muffins. as you hurry out the door, you could swear you caught a glimpse of someone else inside. but, you shut the door and rush back to finish your muffins.

after your timer rings, you put your muffins onto cooling racks as you look for a container big enough for some muffins. as the muffins cool, you quickly write up a little note for chan, in the off chance he might answer that door again. you jot down a little message, and include your phone number at the bottom of the note. you fold it over, writing ‘chan :)’ on the outside. you put 6 muffins into the container just to be safe, and tuck the note in your pocket as you shuffle out your door again.

there you stand again, outside door 308. you start to wonder if the note was stupid, he probably didnt even think anything of your interactions anyways. part of you wants to leave the muffins at the door and walk back to your apartment. but, you knock anyways. it seems quicker this time, as the door creaks open and jun is standing in the doorway. you try to not be disappointed, but you did hope that chan would be on the other side of the door. you tell jun about the muffins and he looks incredibly grateful, and he laughs, gesturing at the two extra muffins on top. you tilt your head in confusion as he clarifies. “oh! theres four of us, so we’ll probably have to cut these last two in half to avoid some fights.” you both chuckle as a voice from inside the apartment calls out, asking who’s at the door. “it’s our neighbour, y/n, i got muffins!” theres some quiet shuffling in the apartment as someone appears at juns side.

chans eyes lit up as soon as he saw you. but youre sure that yours did too. jun looks between the two of you and giggles as he steps away with the container, leaving the two of you alone at the door. “how are you, i havent see you all month!” you say as chan pulls you in for a hug. he explains how his job can get super busy really quick, and how the hours he works are super flexible and can be different all the time. the two of you stand and chat with smiles plastered on your faces, until someone inside calls out to chan, and he has to go back inside. before turning away, you quickly slip the note into his palm and give each other another smile. as the door closes, you stay in front of the door for a moment, trying to collect yourself.

sitting in your apartment later that evening, your phone buzzes.

Maybe: Chan : hey y/n, this is chan :)

y/n : hi chan :))

chan <3 : i was thinking, maybe sometime we could bake something together? maybe we can call it a date.. i can bring the sugar hehe

y/n : hahaha, you know what? i think id love that :)

from that day on, you coincidentally never had sugar on hand again.

#seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen #kpop fluff #svt #seventeen oneshot #strangers to lovers #neighbours #svt dino #dino x reader #lee chan #lee chan fluff #lee chan x reader #dino #kpop x reader #whoreanghae

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eldritchmochi · 9 months

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I love when you talk about clothes. How do you shop?

OH MAN valda my dude you have opened such a can of worms

so the tldr of it is: all over. it really depends on what specifically i'm looking for and like.... the size i need, etc. i get a god awful number of *really on point* fb ads for small clothing brands, plus i try and pick up shirts and such from indie artists where i can, plus a variety of fast/er fashion alternative brands, and thrifting. so much thrifting

however, i do have some pretty strict guidelines for what i will buy. ymmv on a lot of my specifics because a solid chunk of it is based off of how i like my clothes specifically to fit and everyone has their own jam, but the key things i think everyone should pay attention to are:

sizing/fit: do not compromise. there is some flexibility depending on the item and how willing you are to alter a thing, but it should always ALWAYS fit the way u like, or otherwise be comfortably tolerable in the ways it doesnt (sleeve length almost always gets me because i have very long arms, but i generally push my sleeves up anyway so its not a deal breaker, BUT the rise of my pants will absolute result in me never wearing them if it's not Right, hence ymmv)

everything you buy should either be immediately wearable in at least 3 full outfits from things you already own OR be a staple piece to build a new branch of outfit options off of that otherwise works with at least one key item already owned, like shoes

other things i really look at are under the cut cos it got long lmao

colour pallet (i own almost no bright colours; if there's colour, it is 80% of the time going to be pastel pink or lavender, though I've been branching out into brights and primary tones a little. i also own precisely Four brown items: two are CR merch, one is my vintage cat vest, and the fourth is a pair of absolutely gorgeous vintage boots that i got for hella cheap as a bootblacking restoration project)

cut/fit (depending on where i wanna present of the masc >< femme spectrum in that outfit; i like all my bottoms to sit on my (very high and narrow) waist, with skirts generally hitting at or below my knee and either very flared (circle or swing) or pleated. box cut "unisex" shirts should hit where the ball of my hips sit in my pelvis but femme cut shirts dont have to be that long they will be tucked in. i almost never wear something sleeveless, or if i do i wear a shirt under it, and the closest i get to a low cut shirt is shirts with keyholes, otherwise nothing lower than maybe an inch or two under my collarbone. my shoes are also generally high tops or boots and often have either a thick sole or a full out platform)

theme (this is how i wear really weird shit in very cohesive ways lmao; my tshirts are all generally ominous goth graphics OR cutesy kawaii vomit (or both lmao), patterns on my blouses and skirts (or pants, on the few patterned pants i have) are in similar veins (lotta halloween themes, lotta hearts) OR theyre very basic stripes/tartan that i mix and match with graphic shirts)

i also pay attention to quality as much as i can, and will absolutely not shop directly from the really aggressively fast fashion brands like shein, h&m, romwe, etc. they're always cut and made like shit and basically never look good on an actual person, but every now and then i'll find something cute in a thrift store that i can physically check for quality. vintage also tends to be better quality in general, especially if youre looking for natural fibers (the number of vintage silk dad shirts i own for summer is A Lot lmao), but can be cost and size prohibitive

aannnddddd some shops that i either routinely buy from or have been planning to buy from, for reference

"big" brands:

killstar, blackcraft clothing (generally traditional goth, better for straight sizes, decent quality for the price)

unique vintage, modcloth (vintage repro, both stockists for other vintage repro brands on top of selling their own things, generally pretty good quality across stocked and in house brands, most skirts and dresses have POCKETS, lotta killer sales, good size range)

smaller brands:

myviolet and foxblood (sibling companies run by the same people, myviolet is pastel kawaii stuff while foxblood is goth; they do sometimes carry the same cuts of things in different pallets. generally pretty good quality, does a lot of stuff in cotton or modal but not everything. size range is pretty stellar tho especially for a small brand)

disturbia clothing, straight to hell apparel (disturbia is more corporate goth leaning with a lot of business type wear in goth colors and patterns, straight to hell is very rockabilly leaning. both are pricey but their quality seems very sound (i have not bought from them though))

wicked clothing (sarcastic goth), two crow collective (chronically ill), thentvs (native american streetwear) (mostly tshirts, but really off beat ones. only bought from wicked clothing so far, just tryna decide how many more tshirts i need)

sleepy peach (retro repro but make it weird, lotta weird mens cardigans)

kei collective (stockist of a lot of indie designers in the western kawaii streetfashion scene, a wide variety of very cute to VERY WEIRD apparel and accessories)

die with your boots on (stockist, carries foxblood and a lot of other straight black goth basics. quality is on par with foxblood, size range can vary depending on brand, great place to peek for things like strangecvlt shoes or foxblood items that are out of stock on the main site)

art brands:

morning witchy (lot of botanical all over patterns on button up dad shirts, skirts, joggers, shorts, tshirts, and so on, with absolutely banger size range. gorgeous quality and absolutely beautiful designs. i want so many of their sweaters so bad)

stablercake (not specifically apparel focused but they do pretty frequent tshirt designs and theyre all great, ESPECIALLY if youre a furry. quality is always top tier unless its a bs manu error, in which case they typically offer a replacement or coupon when they find out something is fading weird, etc)

crescent creepers (weird goofy goth all over patterns, like 80s style cartoon bugs or deep sea creatures. sizing isnt great but if you're thinner, they have a lot of really fun overalls/shorteralls and button ups)

vetiver fox (very pretty goth patterns, has a lot of gorgeous swoopy skirts (with fuck off huge pockets) and some cool tank tops, is planning on maybe doing a run of regular tshirts too)

s2heart bunny (kawaii anime girl art shirts except soft and pretty and often sad or, as is the case with the ones i have, kawaii bunnies with nail bats and middle finger flags lmao)

egglien creations (weird bright very clowncore apparel, i have the cardigan from their collab with lulu van hoagland, who also does gorgeous work, just usually not apparel)

also a lot of the times, artists (especially tattoo artists) you follow will do tshirts and the like, which is where i get a lot of my really weird things

uuuuh yep thats it

#mochi rambles #cosleia #mochi talks fashion #yes all these brands are off the top of my head #no i didn't really have to look up the names of like #any of them #except two #because vetiver fox just recently changed their handle #and i can never remember the full part of lulu's name so i have to google them every time #other than that....

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Chrissy lives AU - what comes next Part 2 (this ended up just being Christmas Break)

Part 1 here

After the night where Chrissy showed up on his doorstep at midnight, Eddie starts sneaking into Chrissy’s room every night once her parents go to bed. He makes her laugh and lets her cry and paints pictures with his words of the amazing life they’re building in Chicago. There’s a lot of hilarious mornings of Chrissy frantically trying to hide Eddie under the bed, in the closet, behind the door, before her mom comes in.

Eddie hears it all though. How Mrs. Cunningham talks to a Chrissy, the endless stream of backhanded compliments and criticisms and always always always comments about her body. Eddie knew Chrissy had it rough and eating disorders are no joke, but actually hearing the monologue that Chrissy has been listening to every day for 18 years.....it takes everything he has to not lose his shit and start screaming. Conformity really is killing the kids.

After the first morning he promises that he won’t leave until after Mrs. Cunningham has done her morning wake up call. He sits with Chrissy after her mom leaves the room and quietly has her repeat her therapist’s affirmations. You are loved. You are enough. Your body works just the way it is. You are strong and capable. She’s a stupid mean old bitch who never deserved you. (That one is Eddie’s).

They exchange gifts Christmas Eve night. It’s unconventional, but there’s something so beautiful about the two of them sitting on her bed with just a small light on, with the moon lighting the room through the snow falling outside. The first gift Eddie gives her he swears is not her real gift, but it makes her burst out laughing. Carefully wrapped in a box is Eddie’s old Black Sabbath tshirt. “I mean, it’s already yours, I hardly get a chance to wear it anymore, I figured we should just make it official” he forlorns, putting on a dramatic show of huffing and sighing like seeing Chrissy in that tshirt isn’t the hottest sight in the universe. Eddie’s next gift is a new necklace. It’s a crystal wrapped in gold wire, on a gold chain. Eddie made it himself, twisting the wire in spirals and swirls and carefully wrapping the ends so there would be no sharp edges. “This stone, it uh, it reflects light. It’s not a flashlight or anything but I just, I liked that it could give you light. And tell me if it’s too heavy, I don’t want it to be uncomfortable.” Chrissy kisses him soundly and wraps her arms around his neck. “I love it Eddie, it’s perfect. And no, it’s not too heavy.” It is weighted, but it’s a comfortable weight. Like it grounds her, she feels its presence when the world starts spinning out of control, like Eddie is there with her. She tells him it’s the best gift she’s ever gotten, but Eddie shyly hands her a third small wrapped box. She instantly takes back her words when she sees what’s inside: a mix tape of Eddie covering her favorite pop songs. George Michael and Cyndi Lauper sung by Eddie’s earnest, raspy voice with his guitar is the most beautiful music in the world. This gift makes her cry.

Chrissy also gives Eddie three boxes. The first is a new set of guitar accessories (slide, clamp, new strings, and a tuner that actually fucking works). She teases him that it’ll take all the fun out of watching him try to tune his guitar by ear or banging his old piece of shit tuner on the coffee table. “Veronica is gonna be so spoiled” Eddie grins. The second small box is a set of shiny black dice with silver numbering. They’re not the cheap dice Eddie’s been using since middle school, they’re really fucking nice. “Where the hell did you find these?” Eddie asks. Chrissy grins. “I asked the guys from the store in Chicago. They gave me their catalogs and let me put in an order through the store.” Eddie is impressed the store employees were even able to have that conversation with her - as loveable as those guys were, they were completely inept at pulling two words together in front of a pretty girl. The third box has a framed collage. It looks like a shadow box for a sports team, but it says “Hellfire Club”. It has the yearbook photos dating back to 1981, where a sophomore Eddie Munson stands grinning with a bunch of other freaks and rebels. Over the years the other kids in the photos change, but Eddie is always there, grinning with his tongue out making devil horns. The last photo Eddie doesn’t recognize. It’s not a yearbook photo. He looks closer and sees Henderson, little Wheeler, both Sinclairs, along with the new faces of Will Byers, Max and El, posing in the theater, proudly wearing their Hellfire T-shirts. “They actually kept it going?” Eddie softly asks. Chrissy grins and nods. “Every other Friday after school. They weren’t thrilled about taking a photo until I told them it was for you. You built something Eddie, you should be proud of it.” Eddie stares at the shadow box some more, with a wide smile on face, until he finally looks up. “You’re amazing Chrissy. God I love you.” “I love you more Eddie”. “Not even possible, princess”

Eddie has to go back for work after Christmas, but Chrissy’s break lasts until the end of January, so he calls in reinforcements from The Party. Between Christmas and the end of January, the Cunningham residence experiences a never ending stream of calls and visitors. Steve drops by to visit some afternoons and charms the pants off of her parents (“You know Chrissy, he’s going through a rough patch right now, but the Harringtons are such a good family, you should ask him over again”). Steve and Chrissy have definitely had very similar experiences, they have some heart to hearts about not living up to expectations and finding your people.

Steve’s presence is also not the worst thing in the world because Jason is also home for Winter Break. Jason stops by one afternoon, but when Steve opens the door and gives him a look, Jason leaves without ever coming in. Chrissy thanks him and then awkwardly tries to explain that Jason might think there’s something going on between them, and don’t get her wrong Steve is a great guy and would be an amazing boyfriend for someone, but she really loves Eddie. Steve smiles and shakes his head and cuts her off.

“Relax Chrissy, I know. Don’t think for a second I don’t see those eyes you and Munson make at each other, Jesus it’s disgusting. I also really don’t feel like being axed or stabbed or whatever these freaks do to guys who hit on their girls.”

Chrissy opens her mouth to object, then sees the smirk on Steve’s face. She lets him continue. “Jason’s an asshole. He’s one of those assholes who’s only ever going to think of girls as property. So, unfortunately that means he’ll only back down if he thinks another guy has “staked his claim” or some other macho bullshit. So if I have to swing by every so often and eat your mom’s sugar free cookies to keep him from bothering you, that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

Chrissy smiles and gives him a warm hug. “You’re a really good guy Steve Harrington. You really don’t have another girl you’d rather be spending the holidays with?” Steve just hugs her back and doesn’t answer.

Robin and Nancy take Chrissy out during the day as much as possible. Nancy is also struggling with college and the pressure to live up to her own expectations and how do you find a normal when you sleep with shotguns and keep flamethrowers in the closet? Even with going to college with Jonathan, it’s still rough. Robin is living her best lesbian life at Smith. The 3 of them have lots of talks about finding yourself and being yourself and what are we supposed to do in this fucked up world anyway.

The Wheelers is still the place to hang out, so Eddie calls their house as often as he can without being annoying so he talk to Chrissy. Nancy runs interference when she needs to. (“She’s not here right now but she’s okay, Eddie, I promise.” “You don’t know what her mom is like Nance.” “I know, I know. I’ll call her after dinner tonight to check on her.”) Chrissy tells Eddie that Jason came by, but Steve scared him off. “So he’s going to uh, just like, “have a presence” I guess, to keep Jason away.” Eddie is not crazy about pretty boy Steve Harrington half-pretending to date Chrissy, but he also knows how dangerous Jason is, and Chrissy is there alone, and the whole damn town is rigged to back their golden boy, and honestly Steve is probably the one guy in Hawkins that Jason won’t take on. That doesn’t stop Eddie from calling up Steve and having a little chat with him, thanking him for helping with Chrissy and Jason but also, “just keep your fucking shirt on this time Harrington.”

#Jesus you just wish these kids had cellphones #I picture Mrs Cunningham as being like Lucille Bluth or Mother Adler from Wil and Grace but not funny #like all of the snark and comments and digs but without the love #and Jonathan took the photo of the Hellfire Club for Chrissy during break #it is quite OOC for Eddie to really not have kept in touch with Dustin or any of the kids during those first 5 months #but I really wanted this moment between Chrissy and Eddie #I’m sure they talked but just about other stuff #I don’t think Steve has a thing for Chrissy I just don’t know who he likes #some of the gift ideas are from other writers - a couple of fics have Eddie singing pop song covers for Chrissy #and someone on here did a thing where Eddie gave Chrissy a heavy dice necklace #I just forget who #and the gift of the old rock tshirt is from the og burnout and the cheerleader couple #the one and only Hyde and Jackie #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #eddie and chrissy #eddissy #st4 #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington #nancy wheeler

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kirk-says-wah · 3 months

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𝐒𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟒

Pairings: Kirk/Lars, Kirk/James

TW: drugs

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The week flies by, sitting his SATs, doing as best as he can, especially when all he can think of is Lars and whatever Dave’s got in store for him.

The more he seems to be in over his head, the harder it is to tell Lars. And he knows he should, he’s not stupid, but he doesn’t know how to throw into a conversation hey, by the way I’m selling drugs without Lars freaking out.

He’s sitting his last exam, though he finished ages ago so he’s just sitting there watching the clock.

He wants to glance over, knows Lars is a few rows away sitting his own exam, but he doesn’t want to be caught looking in case they think he’s cheating.

Instead, he lies his head on the table, closing his eyes.

He tries to think of whatever Dave could be planning. Maybe he wants Kirk to ask David who his boss is? Maybe he wants him to buy some Whiplash to see what all the fuss is about? Kirk at least hopes the latter one isn’t true, he’s not exactly the most reliable person when it comes to drugs, and he really doesn’t want to go down that road again.

The end of year party is tonight, thrown by some of the popular kids, and they even got the school involved so as soon as this exam is done, the hall is going to be decorated, similar to prom night.

Kirk would usually be excited, especially because he’s going with Lars, but he just hopes Dave doesn’t ruin it.

Over the past week, he saw Marty again and found out that apparently people have bought the drug in bulk ready for tonight, which is why Dave’s basically had no buisness. He hopes people will just take it in their own time, but Kirk knows full well the hall is going to be full of people high on the stuff.

The bell rings and Kirk is brought out of his mind, drumming his fingers against the table as he waits for his paper to be collected.

Then, as soon as they’re told they can go, Kirk makes a beeline to the back of the queue, Lars sticking out of the crowd with a big smile, holding his hand out for Kirk.

Kirk takes it, squeezing it tightly.

“How did you think you did?” Lars asks as they walk through to get their bags.

“I think it went okay. What about you?”

Lars shrugs, picking his bag up.

“Yeah I think I did pretty well.”

Kirk nods, feels Lars’s arm slide around his waist as they make their way out the building.

“Y’know I think you’ve got an admirer.”

“Huh?” Kirk asks, confused, and Lars hums.

“Mustaine was practically trying to eye fuck you that whole exam.”

Kirk laughs, bringing Lars in against him. He feels anxiety twist his chest, and this could be a really good time for him to tell Lars, but instead he says, “I knew there was always something off about him.”

Lars chuckles, pressing a kiss to Kirk’s jaw.

“Are you excited for tonight?”

Kirk nods, stopping to bring his arms around Lars’s waist.

“Yeah. I think it will be fun.”

Lars grins, reaching up to kiss him softly.

— —

He seeks Dave out between classes, just before his last lesson because he knows if he doesn’t find him himself then he’ll have no choice what time Dave finds him.

He approaches the lockers cautiously, remembering what happened last time he came this end of the school, but is glad when the room is mostly empty.

Dave is drying off in the corner, dressed in just his jeans, and he beckons Kirk over as soon as he sees him.

Kirk goes over without protest, noticing how Dave looks around cautiously before talking.

“We’re gonna use tonight to our advantage.”

Kirk frowns, crossing his arms, trying not to look intimidated. Dave seems to be slightly different, almost as if he’s not trying to be all mean and nasty like he usually is. It confuses Kirk, and he wonders what’s different, what happened for Dave not to want to beat the shit out of him just for being in his presence.

“What do you mean?” he says, trying not to let the change throw him off.

Dave smirks, pulling a tshirt over his head.

“They’re gonna be dealing at the party. We’re gonna follow David and see who our competition is.”

“David?”

“Ellefson,” Dave corrects, and Kirk remembers back to his conversation with Marty.

“Yeah, I heard about him,” Dave says, obviously noticing that Kirk hadn’t divulged that information to him.

“Then what?” Kirk asks, because he’s kind of nervous what Dave will do when they find the dealer. He knows first hand how violent Dave can get, and he really doesn’t want the knife to reappear.

Dave’s smile twists, grabbing his bag before shoving past Kirk, his shoulder barging into him.

“I’ll find you tonight,” Dave says, and with that, he’s out the door.

Kirk lets that sink in for a moment before panic starts to encompass him because what is he going to tell Lars? He can’t just up and disappear half way through the night, and what if things get ugly? Lars isn’t going to know anything that’s going on.

He swallows, pulling his jacket closer around him.

He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know how to get out of this. His chest stutters and he slumps onto the bench behind him, sucking in a deep breath, even though it feels like his lungs aren’t cooperating. He brings his hands up, bunching his hair up in his fingers as he wills his heart to stop racing.

God, he can’t do this. He can’t fucking do this.

He grapples for his phone, unlocking it as tears drip into his lap. He heaves, rubbing at his eyes as the panic overtakes him, and before he knows it, he’s in his contact list, choosing the one name he knows, or rather hopes, can help.

He brings his phone up to his ear with shaky hands, heart thrumming in his ears as his breathing picks up speed.

“Hello?”

Kirk squeezes his eyes shut, pivoting forward slightly, trying to stop the darkness from swarming him.

He swallows, though it sticks in his throat, before he finally speaks.

“James?”

— —

The next thing Kirk is aware of is that he’s on the floor.

He gasps awake, though a hand to his chest stops him from moving, and he opens his eyes to find James sat next to him on the dirty locker floor.

Kirk sucks in a breath like a dying man, scrambling to sit up, even as James protests.

“What happened?” Kirk asks, out of breath, his head pulsing.

“You tell me,” James says, his shoulder knocking against Kirk’s own. “You tell me you’re in the lockers and when I get here you’re passed out face down on the floor. That shit’s scary, dude.”

“Sorry,” Kirk mumbles, rubbing at his temple.

“What going on?” James implores, desperately trying to search Kirk’s face.

Kirk just sighs.

“I need you to do me a favour.”

He knows it’s probably not the nicest way to use James, but he can’t think of any other way to get out of this situation.

“Anything,” James says, putting a hand on Kirk’s knee softly.

Kirk lets out a breath through his nose, blinking away the tears that are forming.

“I need you to look out for Lars. Tonight, at the party.”

James blinks, head cocking.

“What? Why?”

“I think Dave’s going to get me into trouble, and I don’t want to get Lars involved.”

James goes quiet, and Kirk thinks he’s probably asking too much of him. Especially after their last conversation. James’s face twists into a foreign expression, and he stops meeting Kirk’s eyes.

“I’ll try my best,” James says hesitantly, and Kirk sighs, finally feeling like he can breathe again.

“Thank you,” Kirk says, squeezing James’s hand gently. Only, it lasts for a second before James pulls away, abruptly standing up.

“Are you okay now?”

Kirk’s surprised at the change in attitude, because now James seems closed off, cold, his face expressionless as he looks down at Kirk.

Kirk nods, if not a little jerkily, and James nods in turn.

“I’ve gotta go,” James says before suddenly stalking out, leaving Kirk on the floor.

Kirk swallows, using the bench to help himself stand. His legs still feel a little wobbly, and he’d be lying if he said he was okay. The panic has started to fade, but the anxiety is still rampant in his system, especially when he thinks back to James’s face. He feels like he’s the one betraying James this time, but he didn’t know who else to ask. He could’ve asked Jason, but Kirk knows Jason might try and step in instead of doing what he’s told.

Kirk has trust in James, and he doesn’t know Jason well enough to have the same kind of confidence in him.

He wills himself to get together, taking a deep breath until his chest hurts, using the wall to steady himself.

He just hopes tonight won’t be as disastrous as he thinks it will.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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The Foster Part Five

TW: language. Angst.

SUMMARY: The reason for your return is brought to light.

WORD COUNT: 1000

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Foster Part 5

Your mind shuffled a million excuses before you decided on an altered version of the truth. But before you could utter a single word, JJ made himself known in the corridor just over your shoulder.

"Can you have your little lovers quarrel outside or something?" He asked, a hand rushed through his hair before he noticed the change of your attire. Even if he knew you were off-limits due to his friend's interest in you, it hadn't gone unnoticed of your figure. A figure he was well aware wasn't wearing his best friend's Tshirt when he went to bed a few hours prior. If this was not evidential enough, the disheveled locks of both yours and John B's hair along with the fresh just-fucked flush had acted as a tattle of sorts.

"JJ-" John B warned as he was oblivious to the tension within the room.

"You know if you two ever need pointers-"

"Seriously, get out-" John B pushed him into the hall. .

"Just saying if I didn't hear anything might mean you did something wrong-" He teased as the door slammed.

"Why do you have a picture of the Camerons?" He asked again, this time, taking a step forward.

"Are you some stalker or something?" Your eyes narrowed to his assumption. "Is that why you lashed out like that?"

"I was in the same Foster home with you, John B. Before you…"

"I wouldn't put it past…I don't know you…"

His words were painful. Even if what transpired between you couldn't have possibly have been love, it was a comfort you'd never felt prior. Now obliterated into an upset of pieces at your feet.

"My parents knew them..." You explained, eyes evading his cast to you in judgment.

"When I was sixteen I was given a box of their things. This picture is the only hint of what I have of who they were-" You pulled the picture back into your possession. Having explained this for the sole purpose of wanting to make him eat his words.

"Not that I owe you an explanation...If you don't trust me, that's fine. You don't even know me..." You hesitated, pulling your clothes back over your body as he struggled between being modest and trying to read your expression. Yet it would become clear by the way you threw his shirt back at him that you were less than understanding of his reaction.

"And I don't know you. Neither one of us owes each other anything...But you should take that chip off of your shoulder, John B...it's not exactly going to get you anywhere... Especially the gold…" You caught yourself in the corridor.

"And don't worry. I won't tell anyone you've embodied the Goonies, okay? Not like they'd believe me, anyway..." You confessed, backpack over your shoulder before you set off into the night. You would hear JJ inquisitive to John B before you walked the rays of moonlight just barely illuminating the street.

The sudden appearance of headlights behind you interrupted your thoughts. John B's kiss. His hands trailing down your body and pulling you to and from him in passion. The race for gold against unnamed figures wishing them harm. Those damn headlights right on your ankles. You set your steps well into the shoulder before stopping within your tracks, realizing the car had as well. A large truck was noted within your peripheral vision to your half turn. A revved engine offering you a sort of "game on" before you sprinted.

Mindless paces sent you into the heart of The Cut's downtown section. Bars and stores closed a few hours prior, you found solace between two buildings, using the decrepit stone along with the hour of the early morning as cover. Your pulse finding some form of rest before the sound of heavy steps over gravel tightened you against the wall.

"Come out, come out wherever you are..." An unrecognizable voice teased as you searched for any other option. But the only thing you had was that of God's mercy as you'd set yourself into a literal dead end.

"There you are..." An arm pulled you away as you struggled to break free, two lackluster men with enough strength to keep you in place, pulled you into the direction of their truck. Immediately, you twisted and shifted before being hit with the back of one of their hands.

Dazed beyond comprehension, you were transported a short distance and removed into some type of shed, hands tied behind your back and a raging headache from the blunt force. Able to feel the swelling forming at the left side of your face, you struggled to make sense of the darkness before you until a set of steps at the door behind you made you shuffle in place. Never before had you focused on so many sets of steps, but never before had they been such a promise of danger.

"Just tell me where the compass is and this doesn't have to get messy..." A voice spoke at your back as you found it vaguely familiar. Like an old song you'd forgotten the words to but somehow remembered the melody.

"I used to be like you. Thinking I could outrun and escape the things bigger than me." He now curved in front of you, a lamp igniting a clamp of your eyes to the cruel light giving you a moment to learn of his identity.

"Until I learned it was better to just become bigger than them...so you have a choice here. Be smarter than your friends...Tell me where the compass is..." He suddenly came to light. An indisputable political expression you'd held in memory for years, all because of his photograph set within your back pocket.

Ward Cameron.

Your father.

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anna-neko · 1 year

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Scary Marlowe - cosplay breakdown post

how did the original post get 200+ O_o' ... wow ok... did say a long post would happen if it did, so here we go!

The ultimate joke: this Seeker of Darkness was supposed to be a "closet cosplay" Spoiler alert: no, it wasn't

rest of photos frm prev posts: [ post 1 ] [ post 2 ] [ post 3 ] [ post 4 ] [ post 5 ]

PS: hopefully this outfit ramble will be useful for anyone's attempts? ✺◟(＾∇＾)◞✺ yeah, everyone else plz cosplay these dorks too!! This nerd is desperate for others to photos with

Original plan: buy the Scorpion Slut shirt from the DnDaddies site, pair with whatever own, ??, Profit! oh right… Unisex sizes are a lie, not with my build. Not buying legit merch to have to disassemble & destroy (unless someone wants to buy it for me ... j/k)

No big deal, there's another still-easy-enuff second option. Lets look at the podcast official art*nods* right.. shirt with words on it, can manage this Went and bought a rando t-shirt size too big, cut off the long sleeves, started figuring out the words placement. Absolutely took too long getting the letters Exactly Right - in both duplicating the font AND spacing out the words (busty girls, ya know the pain of prints on tshirts)

Then had a minute when forgot how to letters, while trying to draw a nice "S" (resisted the urge to make the meme-S. My girl would not be that mainstream)

The "stencil" is on freezer paper, any white markings is just soap fun sewing trick: if don't wanna go buy specialty pencils or chalk - sliver from an old bar of soap works just as good!! Been doin this all my life.

Leave t-shirt for 24hr for paint to set (then its safe to wash)

Here's where things happen: personal headcanons for this chara start bleeding in Fanart exists and is frellin AWESOME

Headcanons bit first: Scary absolutely had to have PURPLE somewhere on her (because Warlock, patron 'pact' is a Purple Robe ..etc etc etc…) The t-shirt wasn't to be too badly damaged yet because wasn't sure if would find a full fishnet shirt to wear under it OR only like.. those cheap elbow-ish length arm-warmers. If a skirt was to be involved it hadda be plaid and match other shit in the outfit* She's also a former sports kid, which somehow overlapped in my head with her still owning like 'sport branded' clothes, and either cutting off or just like badly ripping out logos, this is why holes in a specific spot *Shut up brain, we aren't literally tryin to recreate what wore back in ancient days of 2003 with the shortest-sleeves tops and long-sleeved fishnet shirts under, it paired with plaid mini-skirts

blah blah saw a bunch of cool fanart, and it sat in the back of my mind, fermenting for a few days, adding to the mental image

Oh hey, my tshirt is dry now! Don't own a good skirt to use with this, lets go to the mall real quick This is where HT completely fails me by havin anythin plaid be themed with HarryPotter, and the only other skirts (that would fit me!) are tacky as fuck or in wrong print (am all about some cute Kuromi... but not today), also comeon… not spending 40bucks for something would literally wear once. Also apparently fishnet shirts aren't a thing right now???

Bought a skirt size 3X (aka too big) for $9.50 at some random place, purely because it happened to be the closest color/print was looking for.

this is where pause for a second to blast whatever factory made it Their own site photo is already bad, but damn accurate. Didn't bother matching the print at the sides? You bet! Not even pretending to care with the waistband match seam! That model is also like 20feet tall, i promise on me skirt was knee-length

but why not just go buy some fabric and the conglomerate monoculture has made sure no small local fabric stores exist! the only thing left is Amazon (aka buy online, fabric dot com is them) or go drive like an hour to closest Joanns for some quilting cotton and pray for the best....

So anyway! now i have "fabric", can arrange a skirt

At first was gonna slap some elastic inside the waistband nope, it bulks up too much, plus the skirt is too damn long on me!

K, imma just rip off the waistband and keep the zipper in side-seam and refold.... why are the pleats 'drifting' off so badly???

OH RIGHT THEY CUT THE PRINT WRONG, and here I was tryin for the easy way of eyeballing it: folding fabric by orienting to the vertical stripes printed on it

Now this is gettin personal! It is 2 in the freakin morning, and it's seam-ripper time. Everyone plz visualize this gremlin sittin on the floor, balancing an iron on her lap, ironing out the fabric to start over

Took apart everything, cut off a portion at the top (didn't wanna deal with rehemming entire bottom later, so shortening skirt goin up instead), do some damn MATH and start folding pleats with a ruler Not trusting fabric to drift yet again, baste every thing down, press everything remember kids, hips to waist difference exist! if you're doing pleats Do fold at slight angle, pin both top and bottom of pleat "closed" and try on. If your math is right it will fit both at waist and hips w/out twisting outta shape Also, if you're gonna do any sort of temporary stitching, use obnoxiously contrasting-color thread! You want it Very Visible for easier later removal

blah blah, trim the length off the waistband piece, sew everything together. Have a skirt now! Plain long-sleeved shirt goes under the black one. Now that shirt situation all sorted - took scissors to sleeves and whatnot. Fistful of safety pins to keep them together. Looks like my clothes are very red and black, so the PURPLE will need to be in hair

at this point we remember fanart exists... or more specifically @midnigtartist because I saw those space-buns and was like ... yes... fuck yes that's whats happening with my hair for the thing!

Also since she drew that check-pattern belt, and im here like hmmm, wasn't gonna have a belt but do have one in that exact colorway... Why not!

Was planning on wearing bike-shorts under the skirt - but this fanart does bring a good point - leggings! Dug up some tights didn't really care for, stuck a safety-pin on one side (to mark where front is, and it just kinda lives there now), cut them shorter (again, just drawing lines on 'em with soap while wearing them) and then (as per that silly holes headcanon) carefully sliced in some tears

Now its just down to lil bits and ends ... and HT failing me yet again because apparently ridiculous bracelets with studs is no longer a thing, they all about cutesy mushrooms, charms and... wannabe bondage garterbelts and chokers? dunno ... is this what kids r into now?

Dug around my room yet again for things to use. The braided-looking bracelets were a gift from a friend just weeks prior. He bought a bunch of those online & they didn't fit him. Plastic "tat" bracelet & choker set have owned for ...ahem... that 2003 mentioned earlier The wide leather cuff came from a RenFaire visit over a decade+ ago. The strip with the studs is a broken headband (wrapped around my wrist, held by safety-pin pilfered from friend's wallet)

cheap purple hairspray from SpiritHalloween (is a damn biohazard! holds up tho), and instead of buying black lipstick just smudged eyeshadow on lips

too many steps for an image wanted to get outta my system because of ONE EPISODE but there ya go. Cosplay just be like that! (getting Scary & Terry jr picture, worth it!)

if you've made it this far: THANX FOR READING! HAVE FEW SNAPS

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yello i must ask howww do you search for and find cool things on vinted/depop the only thing i know how 2 look for are specifics like band tshirts bcs.brand name

its honestly a honed skill and rlly depends on what you like! if you know there are some styles youre interested in you can use them as starter search terms (putting them in the ‘brand’ filter can help filter out some of the worse stuff sometimes) so you can use like goth, grunge, witch, coquette lol whatever kinda popular labels are closest to what you want. and through that you can find really cool stores, read descriptions and labels to find good brands, and eventually build up a knowledge of specific terms brands and users you can use to track things down! using filters can really help you narrow things down by colour, size and price. once youve done this the algorithm will work in your favour and youll get recommended cooler stuff on your homepage. heres a list of favourite brands i look for amongst other terms!

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tajlibracreations · 7 months

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Family Reunion TShirts V2 by TajLibra Creations

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aligatorrageinator · 2 years

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Built a 100% homemade Gamzee Makara cosplay for Halloween this year and I'm happy to report my mother was apparently quite upset I wound up going to the grocery store like this :o)

rip to all the spooky Gamzee fans but I literally could not stop smiling for more than 2 seconds with how well this came out so goofy gumbo is what you get, cry about it.

More details about the process under the break

[please reblog, this shit took me forever to make and so much stress]

The Pants

Thanks to YouTube the pants weren't that hard to figure out, but actually making them was the frustrating part as motivation was hard to come by and goddamn getting all those spots on the pants was a pain in my collective ass. They came out really soft and cozy though so I'm using them as pj pants forever now lamo

The Horns

they went through like 3 different prototypes over 4 months. The first ones were about the length of my forearm and made from model magic. You can probably guess what went wrong with those, they were way too bendy with no internal supports and being that long they were a pain to move in as they knocked into everything. After that I tried making some out of paper mache but those wound up looking cruddy and being heavy as all getout so the final attempt was just the same model magic horns at about half the previous length and they worked amazingly as you can see.

The Shirt

The shirt is just a craft store tshirt with fabric paint so that was no sweat but waiting for the paint to dry and adding all the layers took a non negligible amount of time also I've been staring at @starsnores art waaaaay to much lately so I took some scissors to around the collar bc I like the visual storytelling that Gumboat can't put on his shirts without putting holes through em.

The Wig

It's a spirit halloween wig called 'creepy man' or smth I had to cut it to be much shorter and try my hand at styling curls into it which went much better than I thought it would considering it was my first time, but pro tip: Check what strength of hairspray you're buying apparently there's different strengths ranging from loose hold to basically a stone seal.

Final Thoughts/Extras

if/when I end up putting all this on again I'm deffie using regular facepaint instead of the biblically accurate greasepaint, I don't think it came out any better, and good lord is greasepaint just the worst to have on your face for super long.

overall this taught me alot about cosplaying tolls and I'm looking forward to my next build :oD [probbie either going to be sollux or an oc so look out for that ig]

also fun fact one of my neighbors thought i had weird contacts in [I did not, it was just my eyes]

Enjoy some bonus photos for reading about my suffering <3 [the stuffie's name is Karcrab btw]

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