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dual1pa · 2 years

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innocent (part 2)

(based on request!)

part one

content warnings: fluff, PDA, swearing

A/N: so this is broken up into two parts: "telling their friends" and "telling their parents." enjoy!!

steve harrington x reader (with she/her pronouns)

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They kept their relationship a secret since their intimate night together. Steve had officially called her his girlfriend to one person, the employee at the grocery store. She forgot something in one of the aisles where she left him and the employee in awkward silence.

"that's my girlfriend," he smiled at the check-out guy.

he nodded in understatement, not that he cared or anything.

telling their friends

steve hasn't told any of his friends yet, neither did she. not that she was avoiding it, they both just didn't know how to break it to them.

during their joint shift at family video, it was an average summer weekday. it was a nice day out so the two expected little to no customers until later that night.

of course, the couple did their job. they made sure the store was clean and every returned videotape was put in its right place. the breakfast club played softly on the tv. you rested your hands on your cheeks as you watch the movie, hoping and praying that time flew by as she was planning to spend yet another night over steve's house.

after he was finished dusting off the film section that barely anyone touches, he threw the duster on the counter and cupped her ass, grabbing her full attention from the tv.

"hi, handsome," he turned around to put her arms around his neck.

he hummed at your compliment and pressed his lips to yours.

"i knew it!" someone said, scaring them out of their kiss.

dustin. along with nancy, robin, will, lucas, max and eddit. will, eleven and the others were in california.

she couldn't hide her giggle as her friends finally knew. her face was planted right in his chest.

"i have so many questions, first, did you bang anywhere in this store?" robin asked.

"robin, no!!" steve yelled.

she giggled, beginning to answer all their questions.

telling their parents

steve's parents had a reaction that was typical.

when the two of them walked past the living room. his father was on the big chair with his legs on the ottoman, reading the Hawkins Post. His mother sat diagonal from her husband on the couch doing her usual knitting.

"guys, y/n's my girlfriend now."

"that's nice, son," steve's father said, without putting down the newspaper.

steve's mother turned around to look at her, giving her a smile, "I knew you'd figure out you're perfect for each other someday."

steve, along with y/n was shocked by his mother's response.

her parents were a bit more... supportive in a sense of welcoming steve into the family. she loved that Steve's mom actually acknowledged his girlfriend.

"Mom, Dad. You know Steve right?" she had no idea why she was so nervous.

"Yes, we've known Steve since he was 7," her mom said.

"Well, we got to talking one night and... one thing lead to another and Steve is my boyfriend now."

Her mother and father looked at the two of them and broke into a smile.

"See, hun, I knew they would finally confess their love for each other at some point," her father looked at her mother.

She and Steve were confused, yet relieved that they weren't upset, but why would they be?

"The minute you started high school, we knew you had a thing for each other but you never told one another about your feelings. We just had a hunch."

"Better late than never, right Steve?" her father asked.

"I guess so, sir."

There was an awkward silence in the room.

"Okay well, Steve and I are going out, we just wanted to tell you guys about our relationship."

"Have fun, sweetie."

The two of them packed into Steve's car and sat in silence for a second.

"That went... well, I suppose," she said, reaching out for Steve's hand.

"I'd say so, too. I just wish my family had more of a positive reaction, kinda like your parents did."

"You know your parents, they aren't really the most... emotional people in the world. I'm sure they'll come around and hopefully wanna have dinner with me or something."

"I hope so," he leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips and started driving to their next destination.

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monsterhunting · 4 months

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Hello! I was re-reading -i bet you think about me- yesterday, and saw your reblog about the commentary posts 👀 would v much enjoy some info on the writing process for that fic. It's my favourite modern-era version of Jonathan, that perfect mix of grumpy and sweet 🧡 also love how that fic gently played around with the mean/petty elements of both Steve and Jonathan's personalities (v underappreciated character traits of theirs in my opinion)

[i bet you think about me; from this ask meme!]

omg well firstly this is very very nice of you to say!!!!! i am very honored that is a fic you would want to reread, i had a lot of fun writing that one!

and ok so originally i thought that fic might be a long oneshot (this happens very often I fear.) once i outlined and started writing, I realized that wouldn’t be the case, but before that?l? the idea for the fic was inspired by the fact that my Alexa is synced to my Spotify, which means sometimes i’m listening to music on my phone or laptop and it randomly cuts off bc my mom started listening to the Alexa at home. (Luckily this hasn’t screwed my algorithm up too badly. although i did get an email the other month thanking me for being one of earth wind & fire’s top fans.) ((also: i realize now this is a weird jump to “hmm stonathan exes to lovers au where….” but that was indeed the jump i made.))

so for several months the fic sat in my Google docs with just a few lines of prose/dialogue here and there and a couple of notes with ideas. I think the first little bit i wrote was the beginning when steve tells robin about realizing Jonathan still has his Spotify (and by that i mean that for a while the only words in the Google docs were “you know what’s funny about this? You and Jonathan have, like, the opposite taste in music.”) and then for a while I’d randomly come up with little ideas and quickly add them to the doc. In fact, i distinctly remember driving home from a vacation with my family in the car, coming up with a bunch of ideas, and quickly writing them down when we stopped at the Starbucks drive thru. (I think that was when I threw in the what makes you beautiful karaoke flashback and also the scene post-confrontation where Nancy tells steve Jonathan is seeing someone and then has to clarify it’s a therapist lmao)

So that was the ~early stage stuff, and then i fully outlined it and started actually writing and then posting it in chapters, which is around the time I decided it would be nonlinear with flashbacks breaking up the present day sections. Also: the flashbacks were very much my favorite part to write!!!

And then from there i was mainly focused on creating, like….the vibe. I pretty much knew i wanted the fic to start out fun with a lot of Spotify shenanigans but get a bit more angsty as it went on, and i wanted that to tie in with Steve’s general attitude at the beginning being “the breakup wasn’t a big deal and we weren’t even serious” (which you kinda know from the get-go can’t be true because steve and jonathan were neighbors and friends for over a year before they even started dating) and then as the fic goes on you realize it very much was serious and steve is very much not over it. And then alongside that i was trying to walk the line of “these are two fucked up individuals who are very fucked up over each other and the reasons why they broke up make sense for them as characters and are realistic but also you should root for them to get back together regardless.” which was….hard at times lmao. i mean i feel like stonathan kinda have a toxic yaoi vibe depending on characterization / context so it wasn’t hard hard but also i did want to show they were genuinely good together and happy before they self sabotaged their relationship so that was another line i also struggled to walk.

relatedly; i’m glad you said you liked steve and jonathan’s petty/mean elements because i worried at several moments i was making them too mean! i think i was especially worried people would think jonathan was too mean, mainly because you don’t get his pov so you don’t really know what’s going on in his head. which is partly what i added in a little wrap-up of the events of the fic from his point of view when he and Steve talk toward the end. but also, tbh — and maybe this will sound bad lmao — i was thinking about it and then i was like “hang on. you’re writing M/M fanfiction. The only way someone would get mad at you because they think either of them is too mean is if one of them was a woman. So you’re fine.” And that helped lmao

Not really sure when I decided what the ending would be but i knew i wanted their reconciliation convo to start with Jonathan playing a song that had some sort of significance to steve / their relationship. And I knew i wanted them to be like “we’re gonna try again and work things out” but i wanted there to be a sense that they’d be successful without necessarily doing an epilogue??? so I just did a lil paragraph at the end that was like steve imagining them living together and giving speeches at robin and Nancy’s wedding and stuff, and that was basically a little confirmation that they’d be fine and things would work out. And then i ended with a flashback to Steve suggesting they share the Spotify account initially bc I thought that would be nice and full circle :)

Thank you so much for asking!!!

#ask #loudsnapdragon

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skepticoyote · 6 months

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Almost died, now what?

Last week (Saturday October 14) my partner and I flew to Toronto to spend a few days with his parents. They rented a nice AirBnB and we had a whole week of fun activities planned (mostly museums because we are boring people). We were really excited since neither of us have traveled since before Covid and it had been literally years since we had seen his family.

The morning of our trip I was feeling a little nauseous and threw up, but passed it off as travel nerves. Something you need to understand about me is that I have struggled with stomach issues for the better part of a decade. I will have these seemingly random bouts of extreme nausea and vomiting anywhere between 3 weeks and 3 months apart, usually lasting about 2 - 4 days. During these attacks I am usually unable to eat anything and can barely keep water down. Weed helps, but obviously it isn't ideal.

So, we caught our flight & landed in Toronto, met with my inlaws & settled in at the AirBnB. Around 3PM I started to feel kinda queasy so I took a quick nap, then we all went out to grab some dinner. As we walked around I started feeling worse and worse, until finally at around 7 I had to run to a restroom at goddamned Loblaws. Did the deed, cleaned myself up, went on my way, still feeling weak and gross. We picked up some Gravol and I headed to bed, hoping that by the next morning I would be back to normal.

Oh hell no.

What followed was nearly 30 hours of vomiting. I couldn't even keep water down and nothing I did helped. There were a couple of points where I was halfway asleep on the bathroom floor, just because I didn't want to keep getting out of bed. It was nice and cool, and close to the toilet.

Sometime the next day MIL - a retired nurse - insisted on taking me to the ER. Off I went to Toronto Western in a cab with my partner and my little metal barf-bowl. At this point I was so loopy that I can't even remember what time of day it was. Everything kinda runs together so I'm sorry if this confusing to read.

Triage saw me pretty much right away and immediately the nurse was concerned. I was grey, one of my eyelids was drooping, and I absolutely reeked of ketones.

Too tired to explain ketones, ketoacidosis or the Krebs cycle so click here if you need to: KETONES

They drew some blood and I waited for the results. I expected them to just hook me up to a banana bag, some strong antiemetics and send me on my way... nope. I was admitted and sent immediately to the ICU and diagnosed with metabolic acidosis. My blood was literally too acidic and was killing me.

The first night is a blur. I remember a CT scan and a shitload of bloodwork. Luckily they were able to get my ketones down, but they were still too high. For example, a healthy persons ketone levels should be lower than 0.5 mmol/L. At admission mine was at a 4.0, and later that night tested again at 8.0. That's 16 times the normal healthy level.

The doctors were baffled. Basically (lol pH humor), it was like I had the blood of a profoundly diabetic person... but my blood sugars were perfect. At one point they were asking if I might have ingested wood alcohol or antifreeze. They asked if someone may have spiked my drink. To quote the main doc, I did not look like my bloodwork. I had poison in my blood and no one knew why.

More bloodwork, more tests... at one point I had an IV in each arm. A second CT was done. They were looking for anything that could cause this and there was just nothing there. As far as the CTs show, all of my internal organs appear normal (although I have a teensy cyst in my liver apparently) and with persistant medicine over the course of 2 days they were able to get me eating and drinking again. My ketones eventually seemed to level off but they were still high EVEN THOUGH I WAS FEELING FINE. No clue what would cause my ketones to jump like that. It could have been caused by the vomiting, but nowhere near that high... and even then, we still don't know what's causing the vomiting. They discharged me late Thursday night with strict instructions to speak with my family doctor when I flew home on Friday to immediately get my blood drawn again to monitor my ketone levels. They sent me home with a packet of paperwork... all my test results, all the comments and notes from the medical team at Toronto Western.

I won't get into the frustrations of Friday... we had to fly home at 6:00am after being discharged at 11:00pm the night before, and then begin the torturous process of getting my bloodwork done at home. It was a headache and wound up taking another 9 hours of waiting between the two hospitals in my city. Finally, late on Friday I was able to get my blood drawn and my results... my ketones were still way, way too high at 4.0. Again. For no reason. And yet another team of doctors left baffled by my issues.

The doctors at the Regional told me that I am to come straight back to the ER if I have even a hint of nausea or dizzyness. If I don't, I could just... die, I guess? I'm going to need to have biweekly bloodwork to monitor my ketone levels until they figure out what is causing this. I've also go an emergency referral to an endocrinologist and internal medicine doctor here in town.

Since I've been home I haven't been sick at all, although I'm still weak from the whole thing. There was a 50% chance I could have died that night at the hospital, and it was very likely that if I hadn't gone to Western when I did, I would have been dead the next morning. It was honestly a miracle that I didn't end up on dialysis.

So I've been taking it easy, forcing myself to eat every few hours to try and keep my ketones low. And it's been hard. Wednesday I have an appointment with my family doctor and to say that I'm nervous is an understatement. I'm terrified that he's going to play this off as nothing, or that I'm looking for drugs... because that's what he does. He doesn't listen. But I have my goddamn novel of test results and doctors' notes from Toronto AND the Regional here in town, and I'm ready to slap him with it if I need to. I need him to get me in to a GI doc ASAP, and not one who just tells me to stop smoking weed or test me for parasites. I'm not shitting in any more buckets, I swear to fuck.

Anyway. That's where I'm at. I'm not dead but I almost was and it really sucked and I don't recommend getting metabolic acidosis.

#personal #medical #serious

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charlieconwayy · 7 months

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What are ur issues w Hulu Futurama?

tbh when it was announced i did have excitement in me about my number one show ever returning, but then i remembered all the bullshit that i hated in the cc run and i was just immediately skeptical and for good reason bc i am usually right. i will say that i rly am a fry/leela as characters and as a couple girlie so i am being insanely biased (my man stays dragging me saying i need to put more energy into other aspects of the show lol) but i do like other characters if the show cares about them. but that's the main issue with this revamp. the show put care into literally EVERYONE except fry and leela who are the MAIN characters. (i do think a lot of the weird "there's no main character" kinda stuff was due to bendergate - and yes i am annoyed that dimaggio allegedly has billing over billy who plays the LEAD as well as two other main characters - but it's also strange that w all that fuss, even if it was just for publicity which i doubt at this point, that bender didn't rly do all that much either?) i started noticing like two series rewatches ago that as we get later into the series, we get more planet express crew centric episodes rather than fry/leela/bender episodes, and i'm fine with that for the most part bc i adore amy and hermes, but it feels weird that they kept so much of the vibe of the cc stuff in the show considering how much most people despise those seasons.

to answer simply, almost every episode was either bad, boring, far too fanservicey (looking at you pointless parasites lost "sequel" bc how dare u shit on that episode's legacy so fucking badly), or just forgettable. the episodes i genuinely liked were children of a lesser bog, related to items you've viewed and i know what you did less xmas. i found all of those to be enjoyable and everything else to be complete and utter shit. COALB honestly surprised me bc i have never cared about kif/amy bc the show didn't rly ever care about them (always felt soooo bad for their shippers w the zapp shit and then the bender shit), and i rly rly like that they did a major status quo shift by letting them have children and actually letting those children be a part of the cast. lauren tom is mother and she killed that episode and i am so happy for her that they allowed her to show her acting chops bc i think her line delivery is insanely underrated in general. (off topic but anyone complaining ab them switching leo's voice actor to an asian man needs to grow up, that should've been the case from day one.) i knew i would enjoy RTIYV bc it was a freela status quo shift but i actually also really enjoyed the momazon plot and found it amusing/funny. very very odd that there wasn't any~major freela moments in their ONE focused episode, but w/e. it's a mixed bag bc i also would've literally died for the cc seasons to give us background stuff w them. i do love that they kind of threw back to the fry/leela/bender days with this, it felt nice and nostalgic. the xmas episode was GREAT esp bc i always hate the xmas episodes (the first one has a special place in my heart bc you're lonely and i'm lonely but together we're lonely together <3), it was so fun getting to see everyone as a family (SO happy they're acknowledging dwight and cubert exist again even tho canonically they should be grown men by now lmao) and the bender/zoidberg stuff was surprisingly sweet (honestly when they give zoidberg an ep where he bonds w any of the pe crew it's enjoyable, the hermes episode was good, the professor episode was good, now this episode is good)

now to get to my issues. i don't want to say that they shouldn't have listened to fans and given us what we want to see, but i feel like there was so much weird shit that no one was asking for? parasites regained is the most egregious example bc who tf was like "omg we need to see the worms again but this time in a gross out potty humor episode!" no one. they need to STOP with bringing back every fucking character too, like barbados slim is a good example of this. he's been used so sparingly that he is pretty loved in the fandom, but w them making hermes/labarbara an actual stable relationship (a good thing that they then immediately ruined for jokes no one finds all that funny) it was SO weird and annoying for them to play back into the "haha labarbara is cheating on hermes!" schtick again. why was the whale biologist back? why was the time machine brought back?! like i know i said i liked the xmas episode but certain things are just so iconic to the show that they need to remain untouched. pissed me off. why can't they give us shit we actually want to see? robot devil song and dance number. zoidberg/marianne (just give her another fucking voice actor if they can't get emilia clarke jfc). hedonismbot as long as he's not overused and just given a few one-off lines (did we even see him????) hmmm idk the main thing a HUGE majority of fans have been asking for for twenty fucking years in a SEQUEL TO THE WHY OF FRY????

also did anyone think it was odd how after the cc seasons cramming zapp down our throats every other episode we barely saw him?? even in COALB he was kind of irrelevant. my guess would be they didn't want to over exert billy but the professor had a ton to do so ???

there's so much else that i could probably complain about and go into but i will leave it at this: i do not like the cc seasons BUT i am glad they exist bc of the late philip j fry which is not just a perfect episode of futurama, it's a perfect episode of television. until the hulu seasons give me a TLPJF than they don't have a reason to exist. this sadly just felt like a money grab and yes, i will admit that there were good moments/episodes but as a whole, it did not need to come back. i'm hoping they're saving the masterful writing that i KNOW they can do for the next season (look at season 4! banger after banger. kif gets knocked up a notch, jurassic bark, the why of fry, the sting, the farnsworth parabox. three hundred big boys, the devil's hands are idle playthings) but tbh i feel like that fire/spark is just gone from the production team.

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vegancas · 6 months

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it was already like 4 days ago but i had such a fun time at atl/mayday parade!!

i lined up early to get a good spot cos i was expecting like a line, like for there to actually be a line, but when i got there i was only the 12th person??? tbf there were over a 100 people doing vip apparently so without a lot of them in our ga line there was obviously a lot fewer ppl, but still!

unfortunately it was warmer than i was expecting and i ended up getting a bit sun burnt :( mostly on my nose, brow, upper lip, and hands. nose was the worst! still a bit ouchy, or maybe hands were worst in that i got burned in the same areas as my dermatitis which is a bad combo! they're mostly okay now but my face still hurts a bit. but anyway! i didn't realise i'd got burned until after the show was over when we went into the bathroom so it was too late to do anything about it :/

but again, anyway! my sister and her friend joined me in line a couple hours after i got there so i hung out with some other ppl waiting. my sister said she doesn't like having to line up early but i like it! it's part of the experience to me! but maybe also because i don't have anyone to go to shows with besides her so i like getting to hang out with ppl??? it's nice to just get know ppl a little! and they're like my kinda ppl too i guess because we like similar music!! hard to find that in everyday life

it was a very orderly line though, like we didn't stay in a line, the people who got there first (at like 5am!) numbered everyone with a sharpie, which is like sure it's not official as my sister loved to point out, but it did make everything more chill. they number over 70 ppl before it got too much to keep track of, and then when it was close to doors everyone just lined up basically in order!? it was surprising but nice to see!

anyway, when we actually got into the show! we ended up second row behind some ppl who did vip and some who were ahead of us in line. i can't say it was the best spot but like that's closer than i've ever been to the front when seeing atl before so! i just wish the base of the barricade went a little further back? like it's so hard to jump up and down on an uneven surface!!!

mayday parade were soooooo good as always!! they played a lot of older stuff, like their classic best stuff, the stuff ppl know the words to and we can all sing together!! i wish their set had been longer!!! i mean i guess they were on for nearly 50 minutes? but still!!!

atl also were obviously great too!! we sung happy birthday to some guy? (idk? he was playing a keyboard or something?) 3 times lmao, and alex jack and the bday guy (plus someone in the crowd) all did shoeys (from their own shoes!! not like josh from ymas who used an audience member's lol). it was such a messy show, but like in a good way!! i DO want to see bands having fun together and chatting with us and that kinda thing, like alex was being so silly!!

i was also in the absolute perfect position that when jack threw up his first guitar pick, no one had no idea where it was going, including me, but it hit me right in the middle of the chest lmao. got to pick it up right off the floor cos no one knew it had hit me so no one was looking for it!! third time i've managed to get a pick like that, although first time actually getting hit by it lol

feel like there might have been more i wanted to write about but i can't remember now! oh well. it was a fun night anyway!! would add photos or something but i'm not on my phone so maybe some other time

oh but they played new religion!!! i was so excited when they played it!!!! actually they played two songs i didn't know, i guess their new one with avril lavigne that i haven't heard and some other one??? gonna have to look that up at some point i guess

#scrapbook.pdf

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prophbuilds · 1 year

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MBF-P03D Gundam Astray Blue Frame D – A Review

Looking back over the kits I’ve built over the years, I think this is the longest one has been in some sort of active build without being some kind of over-the-top mod. Started in April of 2022 and finished in May of 2023. It’s not because of it being particularly hard or complicated. No… it's from something far less fun. My shoulder just isn’t what it used to be.

That said… this very pointy boy was one heck of a fun kit to make. = ) Here’s my review of the MG Astray Blue Frame D.

So… I Think it was either my birthday or the Christmas of 2019 that my friend gave this big ol' box. It was the fist time I've had in my possession a proper Master Grade kit. It was the MG Astray Blue Frame D – one of the few Blue Frame Astrays that Bandai like to release and the something that wasn’t just another Red Frame like they REALLY Like to release.

I’m a fan of the Astray line and a sucker for them Blue Frame so this was a very nice surprise for me. It took a while to finally get around to it but, a couple of days before my birthday in April of 2022, I decided to start in on it. I’ve built 1/100th sized kits before and I used to build model planes with my Dad back in the day so neither the size nor the amount of parts really threw me. No… it was my shoulder that got me.

I’d start working on the kit for a night and, by the time I had the arms or the torso built, my right shoulder (My drawing arm) would Burn like some kind of weird twist on a G Gundam special attack. Instead of it telling me to defeat folks, it would angrily tell me to stop. I’d pack things up in the box and park them on my scanner – a tool I need regularly to, you know… scan the artwork for my comic – and that's where it lived until I either needed my scanner or I felt up for working on it again.

‘Cause nothing keeps a kit on your mind like having to physically move a box of parts out of the way just about every week. = P

Smash cut to yesterday. I'd just finished up a recent Story Bit and I’m taking a break to do stuff like research things, practice drawing an old character in my Comic style and just trying to check things off my list. I also finally got my hands on the unobtaniaum that is the MGSD Freedom Gundam – a kit I swore I would start until I finished the Blue Frame. And that’s how we got here. So what can I say about this build… Well, MG’s are definitely a different beast from the HG’s and SD kits I’ve been building. It really has more in common with the older military kits I built with my Dad as a kid than the ones I’ve built as an adult. Everything is so nicely detailed that I’m almost tempted to go through this thing an paint it. Thanks to the excellent color separation on the parts that could have that done for them, I wouldn’t have to paint much.

The part that kills me a bit is there is So Much that’s hidden. There are inner frame details and on parts like on the inside of the armor that are pretty much just there for one person and one person only: The one putting the kit together. It's just a joy to make. = )

The flexibility is pretty great, too. Like my SDCS kits, it can balance on one foot without drooping or needing extra supports. In fact, the only time I could put this thing into a pose that it couldn’t handle was when I added the Striker Pack on the back. Even then, it was only a few non-standard poses. If I was hard up for it, it comes with a simple solid stand.

The Astray Blue Frame D is a Very pointy kit. Plenty of swords and stabby bits. It is one of those kits that kinda’ requires some extra touches. Aside form the traditional metallic camera and eye stickers (which don’t quite make sense 'cause the eyes and head camera are a lovely clear green), it comes with some nice and simple dry transfers and a sheet of mediocre stickers for if you want to go the MG-style warning stickers galore. Although I plan to come back and do some panel lining later, I’m probably going to avoid the stickers. The dry transfers look to be mostly for the weapons system and I have better water slide warnings than what it came with.

All in all, this was a fun build. If you dig the Astray kits and want something with more swords than the fanciest of Exias, I highly recommend it. It has the articulation you’d expect from a more modern Master Grade and a level of detail that is just fun to deal with. = )

#Gunpla #MS Gundam #Gundam SEED #MBF-P03D Gundam Astray Blue Frame D #MG #Straight Build

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feuqueerfire · 2 years

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21 Days Theory Live Blogging

seems cute and funny, there’s a queer adult uncle, it’s short which I think is fun, also 21 is my favourite number.

Episode 1 (Sep 8)

Part 1

Oh Q, so arrogant, could become irritating very quickly tbh

I hope this girl Mook is nice, BLs introducing a girl always makes me nervous

lmfao damn X is a dick. I remember seeing these scenes on social media when the episode came out but from Q’s confidence I thought he’d be the one antagonizing X but nah

oof poor Q getting antagonized by X and then having his friend Toy be like he’s so polite, you’re probably the one whole bullied him and won’t believe it’s the other way around lol

Part 2

omg I do hope Teacher Mind is gay and has a gf but I think they’re setting up her and Frank sigh

lol X now has Q’s number and address and he’s impressed his family as well

Episode 2 (Sep 10)

Part 1

I watched a bit of this yesterday but am mostly watching it today

I kinda don’t care about Q’s friends’ side stories. It’s a short series, focus on the main couple but I guess they want to introduce as many people to the audience as possible

Part 2

Watching on 1.25x because it’s a little slow/boring

loll pratfall but at least they didn’t kiss

lol? is the mom like my brother liking men is okay but I’m not okay with my son doing it? I mean I think Uncle Man is helping her and she’ll come around but still...

Q delegating the “woo Mook for me” tasks to his friends, what a silly guy

I want Q’s shirt

Linguistics/Pronouns: oh yeah, X uses pom/khun pronouns and -krap very often, it’s quite polite. I wish I paid attention to what Q used with X. I rewatched the scene of them at X’s condo earlier in this part and Q doesn’t seem to use I/you pronouns? and doesn’t use -krap endings either. Found what absoluteBL had to say about this (their Aug 2022 Wk 3 round-up post)

omg I want tutor Mind and Mook to be a lesbian couple so badly pretend I didn’t say that about sisters

Episode 3 (Sep 12)

Part 1

hair washing, i do love that. even though it’s not really the same, Q taking care of X bc of his injured hand reminds me of Khao taking care of First all throughout Safe House S4 last week

just in the bath with their jeans

Linguistics/Pronouns: okay now they’re talking about Q using Q as the I pronoun. And instead of “nai” as you pronoun, X says Q can call him X (not P’X?)

loll the mom talking so earnestly to Q, trying to signal to him she’s okay with him liking guys/X but not saying it outright

Toy and Mook are kinda cute lol but still not feeling Frank and Mild, mostly because I wanted her to be gay so bad but also bc they haven’t been showing them in a super romantic light

Part 2

Uncle Man so good for giving advice to Q’s mom to have her accept him

ik Uncle Man’s prlly just doting on X to push Q and X together quicker but it’s still so awkward

lol I think Toy and Mook are so cute like he’s soooo into her and he’s not like Awkward and Weird around her that makes it uncomfortable but nervous in an endearing way

Uncle Man also giving advice to Q

Episode 4 (Sep 13)

Part 1

Adorable cheek kiss from a misunderstanding is adorable

lol the mom and uncle thinking their gaming commentary was them having sex

Q and his friends are a cute friendgroup

naurrr X was doing some “21 Days Theory” with Q? and Mook knew about it too? flashbacks to every YA novel/movie

:0 Q threw a punch at X, damn

X will be done day after tomorrow?! girl the punches just keep coming

lmfao okay at least Frank is like “Mild be my older sister :)” and not “I wanna date you” bc I wasn’t feeling them in a romantic way and neither was either of them

Part 2

Coming out to family and being greeted with accepted scenes are always so good

yknow what X being cute about Q is so cute, he likes Q so much even though he was so annoying in the beginning

3 mins left are we really about to get the most rushed airport meeting as the ending? Why is this not just a little longer sigh

bruh not even an airport meeting, just skipping to 2 months later rip

very very rushed ending, feels like this could be the start of a Missed Chances or Ex-Friends/Crushes BL since it left so much open. idk if they have the budget for a sequel but I think it could be fun

This was cute! Although it did take me a long ass time to watch 4 40-minute episodes but I think that’s just my problem and me entering some sort of slump rather than the show not being cute or engaging.

I think the actors were cute, wonder what Rookie Thailand has in store for them next.

I loved having Uncle Man as a queer adult who was there to offer up his experience and advice, as well as reassure Q’s mom. So good! Also liked the tight-knit friend group even though Q was kinda taking advantage of them lol

Rating: 6/10

Tiktok

the misunderstanding over Toy blowing on Q’s wet pants

Q jealous of uncle + X confessing

Ep 4 cheek kiss

Mom and Uncle misunderstanding zombie game

#21 days theory #ep by ep commentary

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trickster-shi · 2 months

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Project Updates 3/13/24

So, I just realized that I haven't done Music Rec Monday in a couple weeks and my last Project Update post was...middle of February?

In my defense, IRL work has been horribly stressful. My workload tripled and I am still trying to get out from under it. Managing that has been a not so walk in the park. More like I got bulled over and never did make it back up on my feet.

But this week is a good week because I have the entire week off work. It kinda snuck up on me, what with the never ending stress and all, so I was incredibly happy to leave work on Friday and not look back.

Project Zander

Word Count: 6,797 for Chapter 4

I just completed chapter four last night and sent it off to my beta readers. This chapter felt like pulling teeth but, per one beta reader, it's the best chapter so far. I guess because the first three chapters were more introductory to each of the trio and this one actually gave them some downtime between the Horrors so they could actually mesh together.

Plus, I threw one of the characters off a cliff. That was pretty fun. And Zander finally had enough quiet time for the Horrors to sneak up on him and give him a panic attack, which he handled in true Zander fashion. That is, he turned it all into anger and vowed that if he couldn't keep Darius and Elivia safe, then he'd burn the entire world down in their wake.

He's such a dramatic little shit, I love writing him.

However, despite the fun parts, the overall writing was hard, but with all the above stress I guess that's probably why. To me, writing this chapter felt not only disjointed but also like pulling teeth. I had the middle scene already written before chapter three was done, so it was scene 1 and 2 that I had to focus on. I wrote them both so piecemeal that it was hard to feel like any of it was cohesive.

But apparently it turned out that way, so that's a win.

I had hoped to really hit the chap hard over the weekend but I actually didn't get around to writing it until today. The weekend was for grocery shopping, resting, and planning out the week. Monday, I sat down with every intention of finishing the chapter. Instead, I ended up playing in Wonderdraft all day and made a pretty kickass map for Project Zander, so I'm still counting that as a work day. At least now I have a nice visual for where everything is instead of *random direction* that way.

No new words written on the fanfic front, though I've done a lot of daydreaming about the current projects between stress attacks. Now that chapter four of Zander is done, I want to take some time and write on the fanfics the rest of the week so I can make progress there. I'm not promising any of them will get finished enough to post by the end of my break, but I endeavor to get a good chunk written for several of them.

#project update #project zander

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froghospice · 9 months

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walk in the rain, lightning on my roof

[NOT CLICKBAIT]

today was so rainy there was a flash flood warning. at the peak of it i went for a walk because i haven't really left the house that much in the past couple days so i was itching to do literally anything. so i went!

you would think the worst part about walking in the rain is how heavy your clothes get, or the soggy shoes, but it's really everyone staring at you. i'm aware that walking in a storm is weird behavior, but i needed to leave my house! it just happened to be pouring at that time. halfway-ish through i stopped for ice cream. as i was walking it made me laugh how much water was in my sundae. it also made me kinda worry about the air quality lately and how that is definitely in the clouds and i'm eating it. but we move.

my postponed plans were supposed to be today. i know why they also didn't happen, but i'm still kinda sad about it. having a small circle is nice until everyone else is doing stuff when i wanna do stuff.

it made me feel like i was in high school and alone. kinda in my regression era. i was watching hours worth of nostalgia earlier and i wanted to turn myself inside out because i'll never have that much fun again. but it was nice to feel like i was going to.

i also threw myself a dance party earlier, and it was okay. really, it felt performative, which is weird when i was the one who wanted to move around. maybe i need to find new music because for the most part i wasn't dancing for anything other than the fact that i thought dancing would make me feel better, which defeats the point i think.

there are so many things i want to do but i can't bring myself to do them and it's so frustrating. like things that require me to use my brain. sometimes i feel like i was business hours, and anything outside of that i can't function. it's annoying. like capitalism really trickles one way i guess. things are so quiet. they have been. i kinda hate when you can hear the world working. it means you aren't working with it, just standing still. and stillness is okay but also it feels like a waste almost? cause stillness is not rest. rest blocks those things out. stillness is feeling the world move without you. like there's a you-shaped aura of nothing and all the atoms in the room are avoiding you. the world works together, life is all about connection and moving parts. living and dying. pieces that fit and mold if they don't. adaptation. stillness is a protest against that, almost. how dare you, it says as it gets out of your way.

also my building got struck by lightning today. and i wasn't there! that was during my walk. i had stopped at 7-11 soaking wet and 10 pounds heavier to get some coke-zero because i keep forgetting to stop at places that sell the 12-pack. i like the guys at 7-11. i think they like me too because i always have my card ready and i say thank you. and i'm not stoned and i get the same couple things every time. every once in a while i see them out in the wild and it makes the both of us jump because we never acknowledge each other because we know this relationship's intimacy only lies within the walls of 7-11. one of them got a face tattoo recently and it's interesting. i keep thinking what's up with that? like...you work at 7-11 what did you do? anyway

after that i went back to my apartment. there's this cool old guy who has a house right across the street. and he worries me because there's always a firetruck or ambulance or any first responder there. like at least once a week it's scary lowkey. there's also always police outside of the bubble tea place literally 30 seconds away from me. which is hilarious. why is there so much crime at Tai Chi? the owner always looks stressed as hell, which, i would too so i don't judge. but anyway i was walking back home and this time there are firefighters and they're outside my building for a change! and i was like huh... and they wouldn't say why which i think is worse than being vague. cause grace ripped out our fire alarm so if it was our unit i'd have no fucking clue. but turns out lightning had struck our building.

in a weird way i wish i was inside when it happened. there are a couple things i'm convinced are gonna happen to me, but i will keep them to myself minus one. my dad got struck by lightning so i feel like i will too. it feels like something that would happen to me. it happened to my building but idk if that counts. that's hilarious tho. grace isn't here and i forgot to tell her so when they sent the update email she sent me a couple frantic texts and it made me laugh.

it's already july and i feel like my life is over. this is dramatic, but true. i don't know what to do with myself these days and whatever i come up with i end up disappointed. maybe this is just being in your 20s but honestly i have felt like this for ages. whenever i look up my birth chart it tells me most of my aspects suggest that the only happy parts of my life are the beginning and the end. which so far seems like it'll reign true but that also makes me so anxious for when i have good periods of time. like i have a good week and it makes me feel like i'm gonna die by firing squad.

i wish i could explain things better but i think that adds to my charm. i kind of want to go on another rainy walk. really i want the soggy clothes feel. i can't explain how making myself look pathetic is so healing but it is. maybe because i'm doing it to myself. maybe because i need to weigh myself down. the last 5 minutes of my walk was so nice in terms of that. like my pants were so heavy yet they were kinda sticking to my legs? and my sweatshirt was heavy too but it wasn't sticking to me. idk i felt like a man. i dressed like a guy on purpose so people would leave me alone. made me happier than i thought (the masculine expression, not the being seen as a scary black man thing). the being seen as a man at first was interesting. cause like i know but i haven't seen it first person, you know? it was also funny seeing people kinda shifty but then as i got closer they say i was a girl and they relaxed a bit, but also not cause why are you so soaking and acting normal about it??? i would jump too honestly. but i was free

also when i was in 7-11 i felt kinda bad cause i was literally dripping all over the floor. like as you can probably infer, dear reader, i was very wet. like my clothes were way past 100% saturated and yet i was still walking in the rain so yeah. i did laundry immediately after getting home cause yeah... very wet. also i like those pants and i wear them to work all the time.

i think that's it for now. signing off.

#just talking #2023

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k8fics · 2 years

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Could you make a headcanon for the guys about the reader being like super young and is one of the camera people and basically everyone treats them like a little sibling? It doesn't have to be anything specific, I kinda just wanna read a bunch of fluff with all of the crew is all. Sorry if this is too much. Thank you for your time💜

Obtuse

rating: unrated — all stunts preformed by professionals.

note: not a problem at all! thank you for requesting, sorry for the late response

- i’m kind of basing this off knate lee, but you’re about 20-23 during the jackass show.

- you probably knew one of the crew so you got recommended. that’s how you got the job!

- you’re pretty much an amateur at filming high-risk or public stunts, only filming skating videos.

- the filming crew gets pretty frustrated with you in the beginning; having you in the background of shots, focusing on something other than the stunts, or just you fucking around in the background of scenes.

“Y/N, you’re in the shot!”

“Get out of the way. Fucking amateurs.”

“Johnny stop flirting with Y/N, they need to film this.”

“Dude! Record the stunt.”

“Sorry, Kosick. Wee-man wanted me to film Preston’s reaction to this.”

- the footage is good and all, you just need to focus on the things at hand.

- which is understandably hard, especially being surrounded by all these hot, grungy guys.

- you’re in your prime, and very horny.

- they have you recording at the bars a few times.

- but once you got distracted by men coming up to you the first couple of times, they gave the role to someone else.

- the crew will never tell you off for it though. you’re a talented camera person.

- you get close-ups on the animals with no hesitations, can get all the reactions from the guys, and have a pretty good personality on set.

- you can pretty much convince anyone to do a stunt with enough motivation.

“Come on, Bam. It’s going to look awesome.”

“There’s no fucking way I’m doing that!”

“Where’s Y/N when you need ‘em?”

*Cut to the next scene:*

“How the hell did you get him to do that?”

“I said I’d clean his room for a month.”

- you and johnny love doing public scenes together.

- and you’ve definitely been arrested a few times for the public stunts.

- you swear up and down that you’re filming a tv show , but you just keep giggling that the cops don’t believe you, until jeff shows up.

- then you’ll be made fun of for a few weeks maybe a month or two.

- even though you’re not scared of a lot of things, you cringe.

- like a lot.

- honestly, i get it. you’re dealing with bodily fluids most days and on top of that, embarrassing yourself and others in front of the public.

“I can’t do this. I can’t watch this.”

“Come on, it’s just a little bit of poo.”

“It’s 20 pounds of shit.”

- i think your worst experience on the show would be the ‘gumball 3000.’

- you’d be hungover most days, and being in a car with steve-o and chris would be awful.

- you threw up a few times, all being recorded (either by rick or chris), followed by steve-o throwing up.

- after a few years, you stopped being as grossed out by the jackass crew as a whole.

- of course, they would invite you to do the other jackass franchise stuff. such as wildboyz, which you absolutely loved.

- you were able to record whatever, whenever in different places while being intoxicated off your ass.

- you still record close-ups of animals but you started to film reactions more frequently.

- the crew loved these scenes, you were able to film so many reactions within the frame and they respected that about you.

- the jackass movies were great to be a part of. i feel like they would give you a lot of creative freedom.

- which probably helped the movies in a way, you would give inspiration on stunts, ideas for the guys to do for pranks, and (your favorite) give interviews to the guys.

INTERVIEWING JACKASSES FT. Y/N

Johnny

“Hello everyone, in this episode-”

“Isn’t this your first episode?”

“Yes, but we still need an introduction. God! Anyways, I’m here with Johnny Knoxville! America’s biggest asshole.”

“You mistranslated, I’m America’s biggest lady’s man.”

“The women of America know that is not true. But today I am going to be asking Mr. Knoxville some very, very important questions. First being; How did it feel like to kill in the balls via a bunch of first-graders?”

“My balls are still alive and well, you can test them out if you’d like.”

“That wasn’t the question, dummy. You’re a horrible interviewee.”

Ryan

“-Today, I’m here with the wonderful Ryan! Ryan, how are you feeling”

“I’m great! How about you?”

“This isn’t about me. You’re about to jump off a ramp into a shitty creek, are you excited?”

“No. Why would I be excited? I do it for my fans.”

“Alrighty, I guess that makes me you’re number one fan?”

“You’re the only one that’s going to cheer me on so yeah, I guess so.”

Bam

“Hi, my name is Bam, this is Y/N-“

“Let me record, you’re my guest.”

“Ryan says your interviews are awful, I’m making them better!”

“I try my best. How do you feel about snakes?”

“Why? What are you planning? I’ll kill you.”

“I’m not planning anything! You’re overreacting, it’s a question.“

“If there are snakes anywhere near me, I swear to god, Y/N. It’s over for you. I will get you so hard.”

“You didn’t even answer the question.”

Wee-Man

“I have my favorite person on the show today, Wee-Man!”

“Hello! Can you call this a show though?”

“I’m the Oprah of Jackass. Back to the segment, why do you like pain?”

“I don’t think I like pain, I like being stupid.”

“I think I like seeing people in pain.”

“In a sexual way?”

“Maybe?”

Dave

“Welcome! In today’s episode, I’m with Mr. Dave England. Dave, thanks for coming on.”

“It’s great to be here.”

“Dave just made breakfast, what did you make exactly?”

“An omelet. With my vomit.”

“Sounds amazing! How’d it taste?”

“Disgusting, want a bite?”

“No thanks. David get the vomelette away from me, you sicko.”

“Just a bite! I’ll buy you drinks for three months.”

“And I get to kick you in the balls?”

“And you get to kick me in the balls.”

Steve-O

“Hi guys, today I’m here with… Steve-O!”

“Yes! Hello!”

“Also known as Gilly.”

“Ew, you’re the only one that calls me that.”

“Not true!”

“Name one other person that calls me that.”

“You know, just because no one says it to you directly, doesn’t mean they don’t call you that.”

Ehren

“Ehren please do an interview with me.”

“No Y/N, you’re going to prank me.”

“I don’t prank people. It’s not my style.”

“You literally pranked me yesterday.”

“Barely.”

“You drew on my face and let me go out in public like that!”

“I was coerced.”

Chris

“Welcome back to ‘Interviewing Jackasses with Y/N!’ In today’s episode, I have here with me Chris Pontius.”

“Howdy.”

“You’re also known as Party Boy, correct? How many ladies do you gain from that reputation?”

“Many. Lots. Tons.”

“….Can you name one?”

“Candice.”

“Candice who? Miller?”

“No. Candice dick fit in your mouth!”

“That was so stupid. Get off of my show.”

as a younger sibling, i dont know how to act like a younger sibling. but thank you for requesting <3

#imagines #jackass imagine #jackass #jackass x reader #jackass fanfic #johnny knoxville #steve o #chris pontius #ehren mcghehey #wee man #dave england #bam margera #ryan dunn #x reader #fanfic

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theringers · 3 years

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friends with benefits - charles leclerc

summary: type A planner best friend lives with no thoughts head empty best friend and they decide to start sleeping together

request: 37 , 70, 78 w charles😃

prompts: 37) “Please? I'll be good, I promise!" 70) “we’re just…friends.” “friends don’t do this type of shit!” 78) “Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

a/n: charles, head empty no thoughts just his hot roommate and his inability to keep things to himself

warnings: nsfw, 18+, angst kinda, friends to fuck buddies, oral sex

“Could you uhhhhh do me a favor?” You asked Charles. The fuzzy blanket was draped over both of you and he was about to press play on the movie.

His eyes rolled. “What do you need, my love?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Can you maybe make some popcorn?” You tried to slow your words down a bit, for some reason thinking he would be more inclined to say yes if you asked like that.

He exhaled loudly. “Fine.” He tossed the blanket over to you so he could get up off the couch. “But only because now you’ve got that thought in my mind and I want it.”

“If doing things for yourself instead of me makes you feel better, that’s okay with me.” You smiled. This was a typical weeknight for the two of you.

You were a self proclaimed movie critic. Charles just got stuck with a self proclaimed movie critic as a roommate, but it made for some entertaining nights.

The two of you met in high school and immediately formed a bond. Everything between you two was easygoing and laid back, which he loved. He was never a huge people person or party type and neither were you.

You found peace in each other’s silent company and eventually realized you had more in common than you first thought. That following summer, you did practically everything together. Charles had a couple girlfriends here and there and you had a couple boyfriends as well, but it didn’t really matter. Nothing ever stuck.

College rolled around and you weren’t sure what to do. You wanted to stay in Monaco close to your family, but you just couldn’t live at home anymore. Lucky for you, Charles offered to let you move into his spare bedroom until you could make a decision. It had been years and you were still in that spare bedroom. The thought of moving out and doing something different hadn’t crossed your mind since the day you moved in.

“Do you want butter or no butter?” He asked from the kitchen, hands full of popcorn bags.

“Come on is that even a question?”

“Right. Butter. Lots of it.” He threw the bag into the microwave and it started to pop.

He came back with a bowl full of steaming popcorn and handed it to you.

“Be careful it’s,” he looked at you to see your mouth wide open and steam coming out, “hot.”

“Almost hotter than you,” you said once you caught your breath.

He rolled his eyes and fake laughed. “Hilarious, y/n.”

“I’m being serious.”

“C’mon, we’ve talked about this.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re hot,” you said. Every time this was brought up, he got so flustered. Which was why you continued to joke around with him and flirt with him. He would never act on it.

“Y/n…. I’m gonna go to bed if you keep this up.” He was annoyed.

“I’m sorry. Please stay? I’ll be good, I promise.” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Fine, but you gotta stop,” he said, pulling your legs onto his lap so you could lounge more comfortably.

A rom-com was playing on the TV and the sound of munching on popcorn was filling the room.

A long distance relationship played out on the screen. Lots of phone calls, lots of phone sex, lots of jerking off to each other’s photos. You shifted in your seat, trying to seem casual and not uncomfortable.

“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.” You stopped shifting and looked at Charles.

“So much for ‘we’ve talked about this’.” You held up air quotes. “Care to elaborate?” He was known for saying out of pocket things. Sometimes you weren’t sure if he fully thought things through before he said them.

“I mean, not really. The movie just reminded me of it.”

You couldn’t think of a response quick enough so he continued to talk. “You always say whatever’s on your mind so I thought I might try it out.”

“You don’t do that enough already?”

“I’m trying to be more honest.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes at him. “I applaud you for that. But you can’t just leave me hanging like this.”

“Don’t hate me, that’s all I’m going to say.” His hand rubbed up and down your shins that were resting on his lap.

“I could never hate you, Charles.”

“Last night when you took a shower, you left the bathroom door wide open. I was just walking back to my room from the kitchen, I didn’t mean to-”

You laughed and interrupted him. “Charles, it’s okay. That’s my fault.”

“I just glanced, I promise. But I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind. And my cock was still really hard after a while.”

“You knew I was awake, you should have come to my room,” you said. It sounded good in theory but if you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t know what to do if he showed up at your bedroom door with a boner.

“We’re just friends though. Friends don’t do that type of shit.” He took a deep breath and looked off in the distance. Anything to avoid eye contact.

“Says who?” He looked at you and tilted his head in confusion. “A lot of friends do that type of shit. There’s even a word for it.”

“Have you thought about this before?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t… Charles, we’re two young twenty somethings that live together. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about what it would be like if we were sleeping together.”

“I don’t mean this in a bad way but I honestly didn’t think about it until I saw you.”

“Maybe it’s just the hopeless romantic in me.” You had thought about what a perfect storyline it would make for you two to sleep together but never the reality of actually getting into bed with him. Now that made you nervous.

“More like the horny romantic”

“Very funny…” You tossed a piece of popcorn at him and he swatted it away.

“So, are we doing this thing?” He turned his attention from the TV to you.

“Tell me you didn’t just actually ask me that question.” He was blunt and never beat around the bush.

“I did, and I would like an answer, please.” You wanted to smack that stupid smile off of his face for how he was making you feel.

“What’s this thing?” He needed to spell it out.

“Are you,” he pointed to you, “going to let me,” his finger moved to himself, “inside of you?”

You burst out laughing. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty. We need to set some ground rules for this.”

“Rules?” He didn’t look like he was a fan of rules. And as his roommate, you knew he wasn’t a fan of them. Just ask the groceries you’ve gone shopping for two months in a row.

“Our friendship, our cohabitation, you know. I’m not just going to let you go willy nilly on me without making sure you aren’t going to leave me friendless or homeless after.” Nothing could be done with you unless it was carefully planned. All possible outcomes had to be thought through.

“I would never leave you friendless or homeless.”

“Even if I was the worst person at sex, in the world, ever?”

“I highly doubt you’re the worst, but even if you were.”

“You’d still fuck me, even if everyone in the entire world was better than me. Damn I’m lucky.”

“Here’s a rule for you. You need to tell me how it feels. I’ll fuck you however you want to be fucked so you better tell me when something feels good.” Charles said.

“I can do that. If you like something I do, tell me. If you don’t, tell me.” You talked a big game but telling Charles how he made you feel sexually made your spine tingle, and you weren’t sure if it was anxiety or desire.

“I doubt there’s anything you can do to my body that I won’t like.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. He was a guy after all.

“You wanna bet?” You asked, lunging at him jokingly.

“Sure, I’d like to see you try.”

“I guess I will, then.” You just needed time to plan it first.

He stood up and held out his hand for you to take. “Now that we’ve talked about it, I can’t get it off my mind.”

“You want to do this, right now?” Panic set in. This was too sudden.

“Right now,” he said, confidently. “If, that’s what you want, of course.”

“Okay.” You followed him into the hallway, bypassing your bedroom and ending up in his.

You took a few shy steps around, like you’d never been in there before. “Do you want to get on top or do you want me to?”

“Y/n…” He needed you to just relax and let go.

“Right, right, let’s just do it.” You took a step forward and he grabbed your face in his hands. Your lips moved with his, feeling soft and warm. There was only so much in your life you could plan. This was never part of it.

He slowly guided you to his bed and gently pushed you backwards. His shirt slid over his head and you admired his body, looking at him in a different light. He never took his shirt off around you with sexual intentions but this was new. And fun.

You smiled at him, both of you acknowledging what you were about to do. It made you explode inside thinking about how much you were enjoying this, letting someone else take control and letting go. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, you thought. Snap out of it.

“Before we start, is there anything you really don’t like?” He asked, reaching for the button of your denim shorts. You nodded side to side, giving him permission to pull the shorts down your legs.

He immediately pulled your thong aside and slipped a finger between your folds. He smiled feeling the wetness. “Thinking about us fucking is turning you on, isn’t it?”

“Don’t embarrass me,” you shot him a look and he understood.

“I’m not embarrassing you. It’s sexy.” He kneeled between your legs on the floor.

“Well, keep it to yourself,” you said.

“Why would I keep it to myself when I have physical proof that thinking about us is turning you on?” One of his fingers easily slid inside of you and your hips shifted as you rolled your eyes at him. “Is this okay?” He asked, concerned by your movements.

“Yes,” you said, unsure of what else to say. You didn’t want to give him any more ammo to make fun of you. You told each other everything but this was one side of you he never saw, and you didn’t think he ever would. Vulnerability at its finest, but you agreed to this.

His finger moved in and out of you and the sounds of your wet pussy made you want to cover your face and hide. He added a second and slowly curled his fingers up to hit your g-spot. A soft moan escaped your lips despite the fact that you were trying hard to keep them to yourself.

“Tell me how it feels.” He said.

“It feels,” you took a moment to breathe in, “so good.” He used his other hand to play with your clit, causing you more pleasure. You were looking at the ceiling, finding it hard to acknowledge that Charles was the one making you feel like this. If you squeezed your eyes shut hard enough, maybe this wouldn’t be something you needed to worry about.

A euphoric feeling began to build in your stomach, your legs slowly going numb in the best way possible. You continued to try and hold in your moans but when you hit your climax, everything was uncontrollable. Your body jerked and moans fell as you rode out your high.

You opened your eyes to see Charles pulling his fingers out and smiling. He made you feel that way and while you lay half naked on his bed post-orgasm, it was starting to feel okay. How much more vulnerable could you get with him than this?

He stood up and pulled his sweatpants off, his hard cock springing out of his cotton boxers. Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but stare as he stroked himself, preparing for you. He noticed, but ignored it, granting your request of not embarrassing you. The look he shot you was enough to know that he was aware of your stares.

“I’m only gonna say it one more time,” he said, leaning on top of you with his hands on either side of your head. “You need to tell me how it feels, or I’m going to start talking really dirty with you.”

You laughed, feeling more relaxed than before. “I almost want to keep quiet on purpose just to see that.”

He dipped his head in disappointment. “Not funny.”

“I think I’m pretty funny.”

“You are, but I want to make you feel good. I’d rather know then instead of you telling me I sucked after.”

“Okay, okay,” you obliged. He nodded and positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of you.

You had to adjust to his size - his dick was nothing like his fingers. He didn’t give you much time before he started moving and you didn’t even care. He felt so good inside of you and seeing his body on top of you was putting you at ease rather than stressing you out, like you had expected it to.

His head rested in the crook of your neck, giving you perfect access to his ear. Almost like he did it on purpose, to make you more comfortable. You didn’t have to look at him in the eyes and admit how good he was making you feel. “Your dick feels so good,” you whispered in his ear and he grunted in response.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he said into your ear, slightly nibbling on the lobe.

His hips moved rhythmically while you lifted your feet onto his back to change the angle. You couldn’t help but let more moans slip out at the feeling. “I think I’m gonna cum,” you said, quietly.

“Let go,” he said followed by a few expletives. His pelvis ground into you, creating a sensation on your clit you’ve never experienced.

You felt your second orgasm of the night build up as he continued to fuck you, keeping the same pace. You held your hands on his back and let moans fall to his ear making sure he knew how good you felt.

He pulled out of you and your body felt like deadweight. You were glued to the bed and couldn’t find the energy to get up. “How was that?” He asked. Of course he couldn’t give you a second to recover before opening his mouth.

“Great,” you smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Did you finish?” You sure hadn’t felt him cum inside of you and you don’t think he wore a condominium either.

“No, but I just wanted to make sure you felt good.” He picked his sweatpants up off the floor and went to put his boxers back on before you stopped him.

“Unacceptable. I’m not going to let you jerk off thinking about me two nights in a row. Especially not after I was just naked in your bed.” Your post-orgasm confidence was showing when you dropped to your knees in front of him and took his still hard cock in your hand.

Slick juices still covered it, making it easier for you once you took him in your mouth. He was bigger than you expected, so you started swirling your tongue around the tip while your hand worked at the rest of him. “Shit,” you could hear him say.

You slowly took more of him, hollowing out your cheeks in response to his moans. His hand found the back of your head but rested there, not wanting to pressure you for more but he couldn’t resist once you fit almost all of him in your mouth.

The sounds he made caused butterflies in your stomach knowing that you were the sole reason for those sounds. His grip got tighter on you and he started to thrust into you when you felt a warm liquid shoot down your throat.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he grunted while you took every last drop. You stood up and took a step back, swiping your finger over your bottom lip.

He looked at you with the same eyes you looked at him after he finished fucking you. “So, uh,” he said. “Where do we go from here?”

You nervously looked around the room. “Should we finish the movie?”

“Great idea.”

You both put your clothes back on and sat back on the couch. “Let’s talk about that.” He never knew when to shut up, but sometimes it was for the better.

“What about it?”

“Did you like it? Should we do it again? Do you want to move out?” You laughed at his last question.

“It was really good,” you said, your thoughts wandering to just a few moments ago. You wouldn’t mind having him on top of you again. “We might as well.”

“Just one more thing,” he said. “Don’t fall in love with me.” He smiled and let out a giggle. You weren’t sure if he was being serious or not, but you laughed along too.

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dreamcatcherrs · 3 years

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august - ranboo x reader

+ disclaimer! I don't know if ranboo actually has a cat :)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ranboo x f!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ranboo can’t help but to blush every time you look at him, not realising that he was falling even harder for you than he realised.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.478

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none :)

song recommendation: august - taylor swift

the first time he’d spotted you was in science class, near the end of the school year. that one time you looked up and smiled at him because of something stupid he’d said to his friend, that you for some reason found funny - he couldn’t stop thinking of that smile for the rest of the day. the image of you stuck in his head.

the next time he saw you was in p.e. you were wearing those pretty red sports shorts that you always wore, but he for some reason had never noticed until now. and whenever you’d walk or run past him, the smell of vanilla would follow behind you, filling his nostrils with the scent, and it felt heavenly. from that day on, he decided that he really liked the smell of vanilla.

weeks went by before you first talked to him. you were sat behind him and had poked his shoulder to ask him if he had a spare pencil for you to borrow. he breathed in, eyes wide from surprise. were you talking to him? it was only when you tilted your head to the side with a playful smile on your face that he realised he’d been zoned out, completely forgetting that he had to respond.

“uh- yeah, sure.” he’d fumbled with his backpack, trying to fish out his pencil case only to remember… he didn't have one. he moved his hands back again, looking back up at you as you leaned over the table with a patient smile on your face. “uhm… actually, I don't have one either.”

that made you laugh, and he was just confused, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. “well, I guess I can't really complain about that,” you giggled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “I’m y/n, by the way. we have science together, I just don't think we ever got the chance to talk.” he grabbed the hand you’d put out to shake, staring into your bright eyes as you shook his hand. were there stars in your eyes? it looked like there was a whole other universe in there.

“I guess not-”

“hey, you two. eyes up here.” mr. jefferson, you douche-

“sorry mr. jefferson!” you apologised, before turning to send him a playful smile. as if you two had a secret that no one else knew about. he wondered if that smile was always able to get you out of trouble. he thought about it for a while as mr. jefferson explained the different historic sculptures, and then came to the conclusion, that no one could be mad at a person with such a smile for very long.

“aww, you never told me you had a kitty!”

he threw his backpack onto the arm chair in his living room, letting out an exasperated sigh as you followed behind him, or rather, followed his cat behind him. he turned around to see you crouched down beside his cat, softly petting it with the cutest smile on your face.

“yeah. pretty cute, right?” he joined you by petting the purring creature, heart bubbling with how cute the sight in front of him was. he wasn't just talking about the cat.

“well, should we get started?” you asked, shrugging your own backpack off and getting out a small notebook. he’d noticed you wrote in it a couple of times during the class before.

you’d both been assigned for a science project together - what a coincidence. he wasn't complaining though - not at all. you’d had fun times together in class since, now being sat beside each other. you’d gone to his place to put in some extra work ethic. “you’re lucky I actually like science! then we’ll get some work done.”

you plopped down on his couch, taking in the comfiness for a moment, before fishing out your computer. “are you implying something?” you giggled at his question, lifting a finger at him.

“that I do all of the work in science class while you sit and stare at me? yes.”

a wave of heat flooded over him, cheeks and ears turning red and his palms sweating up. was it that obvious?

you patted the spot on the couch beside you for him to sit down, a small smile etched onto your face. he did so, finding a comfortable way to sit in before looking over at your computer screen. you turned you head to him, scooting closer when you noticed he could barely see your screen. as if that would help his sweaty armpits and rosy cheeks…

“okay, do you remember our lesson about polar and non-polar electronegativity?” his face was blank. the words were foreign to him. was that the day you wore that pink lipstick? or did he just think that because he thought it looked so good on you?

you rolled your eyes playfully at his lack of response, proceeding to point at the screen and explain to him what it means. he listened to start off with, but then soon realised that his thoughts had drifted off to another place, eyes gazing over to look at you instead of the screen. and instead of listening, he started thinking about the way your lips moved - how cute and perfect they were. and how much he wanted to kiss them.

he lost his train of thought when you turned your head to him again, a frown on your face when noticing how lost in thought he was, clearly not paying attention, yet your look of disbelief quickly turned into a surprised expression. was he looking at you?

“you’re not listening.”

he looked bewildered for a moment, but quickly managed to clear his throat awkwardly, eyes turning to the screen again. “sorry.”

you began to explain again, and this time he only glanced over at you once when... was that blush on your cheeks?

the first time he kissed you was one month later, summer break. you were at the local park, basking in the rays of sun as the summer was soon to end. the smell of freshly mowed grass was all that filled your nostrils, and the fresh breeze every now and then was enough to keep you from melting under the heat of the sun.

you were sat at a nice waterfall, your backs turned towards it as you ate the sandwiches you had just bought. the sound of water trickling out of the different places on the statue was pleasant for your ears, peaceful really.

he’d gone to push his longer hair out of his face, and then rest his hand beside him, in the middle of the two of you. but instead of meeting a cold surface, his hand met your soft one, that was already resting right where he was about to put his hand.

he heard you gasp softly, head turning to look down at your hands. he looked back at you with wide eyes, which you quickly returned when realizing what had happened, a rosy colour spreading over your cheeks. and right then, he couldn’t help himself. he knew you hadn’t known each other for that long, but he knew you. and he for sure knew that he liked you.

as your eyes stared into his, head slightly leaning in, he kissed you. soft and sweet and short, and when he pulled back again, your eyes were closed and you didn’t look displeased at all. and that’s when he knew, you liked him, too.

“ranboo, I swear, if you rest your arm on my head one more time!”

he laughed at your small threat, removing his arm from its comfortable place on the top of your head. he ruffled your hair, just to annoy you, with a playful smirk on his face. you pouted at him, fixing your hair again and softly shoving at his chest.

“fine~ I’ll stop. you’re just so short, it’s hard not to,” he giggled, patting the top of your head lightly as he smiled down at you brightly.

“maybe you should just be shorter. then I won't have to get on my toes all the time to kiss you.” you crossed your arms, staring up at him with a smirk on your face.

he shrugged. “nah. I kinda like seeing you struggle with that.”

you rolled your eyes and let out a low grumble, acting like a kid who was just told they weren't allowed any candy. before you knew it, a dandelion was pushed back into your hair, followed suit by a quick peck on your cheek. your lips parted in surprise, eyes staring up at him again, before reaching your hand up to gently touch the flower, a small smile spreading across your face.

“now,” he started, leaning down to intertwine his fingers with yours. “shall we go out to enjoy the last day of august?”

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Hiii I hope you’re well and this isn’t too late, but may I have diavolo with prompt#11 ‘Person A and Person B sleeping in the same bed and Person A keeps waking up cold because Person B has pulled all the blankets off of them.’ Please and thank you!! Have a nice day!

Hi! Hope you’re staying safe through everything! This got kinda long so hope that’s okay 🥺 reader is gender neutral!

Prompt Scenario: “Person A and Person B sleeping in the same bed and Person A keeps waking up cold because Person B has pulled all the blankets off of them.” With Diavolo!

After seeing how much of a success the retreats have been with everyone, Lord Diavolo decided to hold another one just for fun. Nothing really changed except for one minor factor that nobody was particularly happy about.

Lord Diavolo wanted to room with you. Which meant sharing the bed. Together.

Now the brothers weren’t exactly...pleased with this notion, but they could only complain and fuss so much about it, with Lucifer scowling at them with Barbatos glaring. They weren’t exactly happy about this either, but Lord Diavolo is in charge, the future king, so they have to listen whether they agreed or not.

After dinner and bidding everyone goodnight (not without some snarky remarks and sullen looks), you were lead to Lord Diavolo’s private chambers. You couldn’t lie, you were beyond nervous. You were sharing a bed with royalty, with no space separating you two. What if you drool? What if you accidentally kick him? What if you talk in your sleep and Lucifer somehow hears you and punishes you for it?

Okay that last one might be a bit of a stretch, but it’s still a possibility!

“You have nothing to worry about MC.”

“Oh- I know Barb. It’s just...I don’t want to do anything embarrassing.”

“Nonsense. It’s not well to be stressed before sleep, so try to relax. The young master seems to be very elated knowing that you haven’t rejected his offer.”

You both reached his door, looking even more regal than what you imagined.

“I believe this is where we part”, Barbatos then turned to face you, bowing. “Please keep in mind my words MC. You have nothing to fret about, as you two will just be getting a good night’s rest. I hope that will be the only thing done this evening-”

“B-BARBATOS-”

“I’m merely joking, somewhat”, he chuckled at your distress. “Goodnight MC, please call if you need my assistance.”

You told him goodnight and watched him walk away, and prepared to knock on Lord Diavolo’s door. You weren’t expecting to turn around and see him standing in the doorway, the prince grinning widely, donned in his custom pajamas that you snuck for his birthday, the mini pumpkins and figures of him dancing gleefully.

“Ah MC! I was worried you wouldn’t show up! And these pajamas still fit so wonderfully”, he cackled.

“Are you ready for tonight?”

Golden eyes glimmering with mischief, his smile turning into a smirk as he spoke.

You gulped. You could only hope that you wouldn’t regret this.

“Then let’s begin, shall we?”

You overreacted.

You keep forgetting that while Lucifer is so uptight, Diavolo is the complete opposite. He wanted to see the human customs of what was done at sleepovers, so you showed him pretty much the basics: pillow fights, painting his nails (where you somehow spilled on his top and he just casually went the rest of the night without it), truth or dare, gossiping, all stuff that were normal to you he seemed overjoyed doing. But you weren’t whining about it at all, seeing Lor- Diavolo, with a genuine smile on his face not worrying about his duties is valuable to you.

If someone would have told you that you would be laying in bed voluntarily with a literal demon, the future King of Hell to be exact, you would have thought they were crazy and suggested that they get help ASAP. So the sight of him breathing softly and relaxed is surreal.

This could be the perfect moment for you both, if only he didn’t keep stealing the damn covers!

Why would he need all the covers anyway? You knew that demons have a higher body temp, running hotter than yours, but obviously that didn’t stop him from being a blanket hogger! This was the fifth time you woke up because of being so cold and missing the warmth of the blankets, and you would every so often grab atleast one that you could wrap yourself in. But it seems that your efforts were futile, as he just kept grabbing at them.

You didn’t understand it. Everytime he got the blankets, he would just grasp them tightly against himself, not even covering himself with it. Maybe he’s having a nightmare? No...he kept smiling to himself, so maybe just a good dream?

You thought that was it, until he snuggled deeper into the stolen covers and you heard your name escape his mouth more than once.

Was he...dreaming of you?

Despite being kind of embarrassed and honored to be on his mind (atleast the feeling is mutual), you’re freezing. So, you decided to take a leap of faith and kill two birds with one stone. You slowly gripped the covers and slowly moved it off of him like you were doing before, and then waited for the right moment.

It shouldn’t take long, and you don’t know what time it is, but you weren’t going to miss it. As he went to grab at them again, you threw them on the other side of your body, only keeping one large enough for the both of you. The plan was to share one blanket and “mysteriously” end up in his arms, cuddling if possible. The bed was huge, so there was no way that he could get to them, unless he rolled over you to-

Oh no.

You didn’t want to be crushed to death by Diavolo! Yes, you have pictured sharing a bed with him more than once and you don’t mind doing this again in the future (minus the blanket stealing), but you didn’t want to die like this!

You cocooned yourself with the blanket as you tried to roll away when you saw his arm reaching, but it was too late.

He clenched the blanket, your body practically swaddled and dragged you to him, circling his arms around you and nestling into you. He somehow managed to unravel you and pull the blanket over you both, all the while being dead asleep (which was both fascinating and scary). He breathed a sigh of relief and mumbled something incoherently (although you did hear your name a couple of times).

Well you’re warm now, and in his arms, so you guess that this wasn’t too bad, as you could feel yourself dozing off.

You had a feeling that you would stay sleep now.

Bonus:

You felt movement underneath your head, which awoke you from your slumber. You surprisingly felt well rested, raising your head up when-

“Good morning, MC! How was your sleep? I hope I wasn’t too much of a disturbance.”

That’s right.

You’re in Diavolo’s room. You two spent the night together. And he hogged the blankets all night!

“You blanket thief! I almost froze to death because of you!”

He just chuckled at you, “Oh MC, you should know that I wouldn’t let that happen! And it seems like that wasn’t an issue, I’m keeping you nice and warm now, aren’t I?”

And you’re still in his arms, him cradling you to his chest.

Damn Dia and his handsome pecs!

You didn’t really have a rebuttal, but you didn’t have time either as you could hear Barbatos announcing through the door his presence and the shouts of Mammon and Asmo carrying with it.

You sighed, you guessed that this would have to come to an end eventually, but why so soon? It seemed like Diavolo shared the same sentiment, but he didn’t let you have time to dwell on it.

After a soft kiss to your forehead, you both got up and you left to get ready for the day and to calm the brothers down. You weren’t expecting to get held back, Diavolo leaning down to gently peck your hand, like he was your own Prince Charming.

“Thank you for being my company, MC. And I do hope that this continues to happen in the future.”

“Of course, Dia.”

Once it was just him and Barbatos, he made sure to schedule another retreat, just you and him. You make him feel as if he’s not as lonely as he’s used to.

Besides, the brothers always have you, and it’s finally his turn to be a little selfish.

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