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So i really like your writing style. i have a request for eddie and it's like really fluffy but basically your new to Hawkin's and are drawn to eddie. so you go and say hi but culver's comes up and says something offensive and you just punch his face. eddie's just like "oh my god that was so hot!" or something like that. please, it's cool if you don't but just an idea.

Get Punched

Hi lovely! Thank you so much for the request. This is actually my first request so I was quite excited to work on it. I hope you enjoy!! Eddie x fem!reader fluff -SFW WC- 987 Warnings- reader referred to as girl, punching Jason Carver (so sorry he's in this, there was no avoiding it.) Let me know if I missed anything! Star divider by @bunnysrph Join my tag list here- Songbird's Tag List

Survive the first day. Should be easy right? The first few classes weren’t so bad, but you dreaded the lunch bell ringing.

11:05 am, the bell shrills.

“Well class I look forward to a successful year with you, see you all tomorrow.” Suddenly a sea of crimped hair and letterman’s jackets rushed out the classroom door before you even had the chance to get up. You followed the sounds of popping bubble gum and slamming lockers towards the cafeteria double doors. Unlucky you were stuck with school lunch. First day at a new school and you couldn’t even get a home lunch. To be fair, you were more concerned with getting all of your supplies together for the next day instead of packing a lunch last night but it’s not worth thinking about now.

You hopped in the lunch line behind some guys talking about the basketball game happening later that week. You ignored their conversation and made your way through the line. By the end of the line your lunch tray was less than exciting. A sandwich that probably had some nutritional value to it but it certainly didn’t look that way, chips, and a fruit punch juice pouch. Lunch is lunch you thought to yourself. Now released from the lunch line, you were faced with tables of clubs and social cliques. If you sat at the wrong table you could become a social pariah. Ideally, this wouldn’t happen.

You searched and scanned each table, finding who was gossiping and who was studying, then of course everyone in between. Somewhere in the middle you found a group of boys, they were loud and boisterous. From the table, a boy with shaggy brown hair looked up at you. His eyes locked in with yours. Everything around you slowed, his jaw shifted as if it were going to drop.

Something cold and wet splashed on your face. “Holy shit Carver no way, the new girl???” You looked down at your lunch try, the fruit punch was gone. Carver, you’re assuming, held the emptied pouch tightly in his fist. He and a few others stood in front of you laughing. Your purple blouse now soaked in the sugary beverage stuck to your skin.

“What? Did you think we wouldn’t have seen you staring at the freak table? Should have been paying attention, new girl.” Jason laughed at you. The entire cafeteria stared at you. Some of them murmuring, others laughing. You placed your tray gently on the table beside you.

“Yeah, I guess I should have.”

“So sad to see a new girl get punched on the first day isn’t it?” The crowd of letterman’s jackets chuckled in a chorus behind him.

“What’s your name?” You asked him. A roar of oooohs echoed behind him.

“Who wants to know? Hm? Little miss gawking at the freaks of Hawkins?” Jason’s hand came up beneath your chin, tilting your head upward. The boys giggled, mocking you with fake pouts plastered on their faces.

Anger erupted through your body, and without hesitation your fist flew upwards knocking into his jaw. The cafeteria fell silent, jaws and eyes wide as you peeled each knuckle from his face. “Touch me again and I will make sure you never lay a finger on someone ever again.” You huffed reaching for your lunch tray to walk out of the cafeteria. You turned to walk out of the double doors but were stopped by a loud cheering.

“HELL YEAH NEW GIRL.”

One voice shouted over the entire student body. The crowd watched as the shaggy haired boy sauntered over to you. The entire cafeteria turned their gaze to watch him approach.

“The hell do you want freak?” Jason sputtered out, wiping blood from his swelling lip. He ignored Jason, making a grand bowing gesture in front of you. The boy held out his hand and whipped his head up, “Eddie Munson, may I ask what name belongs to such a bold woman as you?”

“Oh, uhm,” you hesitated.

“A mystery it shall remain.” He smiled, standing upright again. “You may want to leave, mystery girl. School admin will be here any second.”

Shit. He was right. “Thank you,” you dropped the tray and pushed back the double doors. You didn’t hear them slam shut despite being halfway down the hall. So you turned to see Eddie and his shaggy hair chasing you down the hall.

“You- you didn’t- food mystery girl.” Eddie was out of breath. Food? He caught up to you, extending a pack of chips. “You didn’t get to eat. I figured if you’re going to end up here longer today, you know in detention, you probably need to eat.”

You grabbed the bag from his hands, “You didn’t have to do that, thank you, uhm, again.”

Eddie shook his head, “no need to thank me, I should be thanking you, actually.”

“What for?”

“Punching Jason. Nobody has ever really stood up to him successfully before. Nobody has ever done it in such a hot way either.”

“I- oh, we’ll be just,” Eddie had you flustered.

The cafeteria doors burst open again, both of you jumped turning backwards. Out stormed Jason, a couple of his teammates, and Ms. Kelly- the school guidance counselor.

“There she is Ms. Kelly, that’s the girl who punched me.”

Eddie turned to you and grabbed your hand. “Run, new girl, run.” The both of you ran hand in hand down the hall, out the front doors of Hawkins High. Your freedom was only temporary as more admin surrounded you both outside.

“Mr. Munson, I see you have a friend with you for detention today.”

“I do, a very pretty one at that.” He chuckled, beaming at you.

“I will see you both in the cafeteria at 3 o’clock sharp.”

Maybe your first day wasn’t so bad. After all, you did make a friend, or maybe something a little more. Tags: @micheledawn1975 @ali-r3n @roxiehorrorshow @luumunson @sataniicsex

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LOVE BUZZED

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Pair: Jesus Christo x F reader

Fandom: Clone high

Warnings: None

Additional: N/N=nickname, H/S=hairstyle, the teacher name is just a random ass name i came up with, also Gandhi's back😝

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The day started off just as any normal Friday morning would, the halls busseling with the familiar faces of Vlad the Impaler and Napoleon, just the usual.

"Y/N! doesn't today seem like it's gonna be crazy? I mean nothing interesting has happened since the nip slip at the rally last week, somethings gotta be coming y'know?" Frida grabbed her skateboard, leaning against the locker next to yours.

"I don't know, I mean I can't really think of a reason for it to be a special day... Besides that Biology test, by the way, did you get it?"

You asked, refering to the answer key you asked her to steal for educational reasons.

"Of course I did, here" as she hands the answer key over, you slide her a piece of bubble gum, her favorite thing in the whole wide world besides her trusty skateboard.

You were walking to class with Frida slowly skating next to you, how days usually started, that was until an unusual interaction would start a chain of events...

"Heyyyy Y/N..so I know I still owe you that 5 dollars, and I promise I'm working on it! but I need a favor.." Gandhi appeared in front of you, out of nowhere, blocking your path.

rolling your eyes, you thought 'what more could he possibly need' he looked at you with his sad attempt at puppy dog eyes.

"What" you ask blankly, "Well, I need you to meet Joan in the bathroom..." he states. You noticed his nervous stance, he was visibly sweaty, tapping his pointer fingers together, avoiding eye contact.

"Ok, what tim-" immediately you were cut off by being shoved to the girls room "like right now" he blurts. Soon enough you were standing in a stall with Joan.

"Whats up" you asked tiredly, Joan didn't look half as nervous as Gandhi did, probably because she hasn't owed you $5 since the 6th grade.

"Ok, before you judge me, let me explain what happened first!" she says with wide eyes

"Basically, what happened was... "

FLASHBACK

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"Did you hear about that party Catherine the Great's throwing" Gandhi whispered, Abe looked at him quickly, "No? She's throwing a party? When? Is Cleo gonna be there?!" he babbled.

"Probably, but I doubt she'd invite us... Unless we had a way in" Joan smiled to herself, "I have an idea" Joan said.

"Yeah! Last weeks trip was sooooo wild right Gandhi?" Joan exclaimed loudly, Gandhi looked at all the eyes on him and immediately hid himself behind some menus.

"Right Gandhi??" Joan pushed, "O-oh yeah, totally! What did we do? Acid was it?" he yelled, "What are you guys talking about? We didn't do anything last wee-ouch!" Joan kicked Abe in the shin from beneath the table.

"Yeah! Huh thank goodness I brought the stuff!" Joan continues. Now, more than a few eyes were on them, almost the whole diner was looking their direction.

"Oh yeah, I know TONS of dealers!" Joan exclaimed, Catherine looked at her with the biggest smile ever, "You do!?" she overheard Joan talking at the table behind her.

Catherine jumped into the booth next to Joan, "Yeah, I do, why? do you need anything?" asked Joan.

"Yeah I do actually! I don't know if you heard but I'm throwing this party next Friday, and it would be totally lame without something to spice it up" Catherine frowned

"But if you have something, you guys could totally come" she says with a smile, "YES! Yes! We can totally have some by next Friday!" Gandhi declares, while standing on the booth.

"Wait-" Joan could barely get a word out before Catherine interrupted her with a clap, "Cool! You guys are totally invited! Don't forget the stuff or else I'll be totally pissed, anyways, thanks! See you at the party!" Catherine swiftly grabbed her purse and exited the diner.

"Gandhi.... Why would you do that! How are we supposed to get that much weed by next Friday?!" Joan whisper yelled across the table. "Uhhh I don't know... You think she's into me?" he asks, smiling very widely.

"No Gandhi, she's not- never mind that! You realize the entire school is going to be at this party? There's no way we're gonna get it in time!" Joan sighs.

Gandhi gulps, realizing the gravity of is rash decision making, "W-well, I think I know someone"

END OF FLASHBACK

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"So yeah.. That's what happened" Joan sighed, you rubbed your face, the situation already stressing you out to the max

"And you waited till Friday morning to tell me?" you ask. "Well Gandhi wouldn't stop getting all scared to ask you! Just please help me out, I'll do your homework for the whole rest of the year if you do this ONE LITTLE thing for me!" Joan begs.

"I wish I could but I don't even smoke sooo I don't know why Gandhi would even tell you to ask me, I'm sorry but I wish I could-" Joan grabbed your shoulders tightly.

"What do you mean you don't smoke? You mean you know people who do right? Gandhi told me you were close friends with Jesus" Joan panicked.

"What? No I went to middle school with Jesus, but we weren't close, and no, I don't know anyone who does" you tell her.

"Ah! That's it! I'll go talk to Jesus! He'll have something!" she cheered. The more you thought about it, the more you just couldn't shake it, why on earth would Gandhi think you were close with Jesus?

"Hey Joan! Before you go, did Gandhi tell you why he thought Jesus and I were close?" Joan quickly gathered her things before heading out to class.

"He said he talks about you a lot or something, anyways thank you so much! I'll see you at the party tonight right?" she asks,"Yup" and just like that she was gone.

You sat down next to Frida, only a few minutes later than usual. "What was that all about?" Frida whispers over the monotone teacher's lecture.

"It's kind of a long story but basically, Catherine the Great is throwing a party tonight, and Gandhi told her he has a ton of weed that he could take to the party" you explain.

"Ok? So what does that have to do with you?" Frida asks, "Well, the problem is Gandhi doesn't have any weed, so he asked me if I had anything because... Because apparently he thought I was 'close' with Jesus" you say.

"Jesus Christo?" she looks at me shocked, "Yeah, isn't that weird? Joan said he talks about me a lot or something" you say.

"Huh weird, maybe he likes you!" Frida teases,"No way! Shut up" you giggle "Anyways, we're going to that party right?" Frida asks, "Oh for sure" you smile, fist bumping Frida.

"Kahlo, L/N, something you wanna share?" Mr Bonner asks, Frida only pops a bubble loudly in response. "Alrighty" Mr Bonner moves on quickly.

LUNCH TIME

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"Why did you tell me that she knew a guy?" Joan quizzed, Gandhi rubbed his head "Well it's not my fault! Jesus won't shut up about some girl in English! Maybe it wasn't her!" Gandhi sighed, "We're totally not gonna make it to that party huh" he whined.

"We will as soon as you go talk to Jesus-" Joan starts, Gandhi stands up triumphantly, "That's it! I'll go talk to Jesus!" he says, walking towards his table.

"Almost like that's what I just said" Joan sighs while putting a spoonful of peas into her mouth.

Jesus was sitting pretty deep into the cafeteria, with a group of other stoner kids, he was surprisingly sober. "Hey, can I talk to you... Alone" all the laughing stopped immediately.

"Of course homes, whats going on?" he asks with his usual fluid voice, ending up in the hallway together, Gandhi began to explain the circumstance he found himself in.

"You smoke weed right?" Gandhi awkwardly asks, "'Course I do homes"... "Well uh, I'm kind of in a tough spot.. You see I kinda...overestimated... And I’m gonna need some- a lot of weed actually, I can pay you! I just- please man" Gandhi explains.

Jesus hums to himself, "oohhh I see, you promised someone a lot of stuff but then you actually didn't have anything but you need it cuz if you don't they'll get all angry? I been there before homes I been there" he says.

"So you'll help me?! Thanks man! You have no idea-" Gandhi's cheers were quickly interrupted, "Ehh I would, tch but I'm fresh out homes, and my plugs outta town" Jesus shrugs.

"Dude! Are you serious right now?!" Gandhi whines, "Stone cold homes" Jesus says bluntly, Gandhi whines loudly.

Jesus laughs loudly, "Haha! You shoulda seen your face homes! You were all like uuughhhhhh!" he laughs. "Wait so you were joking?" Gandhi looks up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Of course man, but I'll only help you on one condition ey" Gandhi looks at him, he would do absolutely anything to get laid at this point, "Whatever it is, I'll do it just tell me who I have to kill-"

"Woah relax, take a hit! You say you'll do anything ey?" Jesus holds out his pinky finger, "Anything" Gandhi pinky promises.

"That was a pinky promise homes, that means it's sacred ey, if you break it, something bad will happen, something very very bad" he puts his arm around Gandhi.

Gandhi gulps, "Of course man!" he says nervously, having absolutely no idea what he's getting himself into.

"Alright alright, I want you to set me up with that one super hot chick with the H/S, Y/N, man I had my eye on her since middle school homes, I just been too scared to talk to her and you pinky promised so now you have to homes" Jesus smiled

Gandhi was relieved it wasn't something as bad as he thought it would be, but don't get him twisted it was still a very difficult feat.

"Y/N?" Gandhi asks, Jesus pulls his wallet out, he fumbled with it for a moment before unfolding a yearbook page, he slid his finger down the page before reaching her picture.

The yearbook page had been from years before, it was a middle school picture of you, braces gleaming embarrassingly bright, almost popping off the page.

"Ooohh Y/N?! You have a crush on Y/N!?-" Jesus put his hand over Gandhi's Mouth almost immediately, "Shhh ey be quiet homes! Not so loud!" Jesus said.

Gandhi nodded, "ooooohhh I got you man! Your secrets safe with me! You won't regret it!" Gandhi led Jesus out the back door of the school, not to be seen by a single soul.

END OF SCHOOL DAY

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"Do you wanna come over?" you ask Frida, "Nah, I'll skate home today, see you at the party" Frida says her goodbyes before skating away.

Who wouldn't be excited for a party, today was the best day ever!

Oops, spoke too soon...

"Aw come on! Are you kidding me!" the tires were slashed, absolutely demolished, "Well it looks like I'll be getting a ride... Hey Joan! Can I ride with you! My tires are slashed!" you yelled over to the red headed girl.

"Sure, hop in" she says, you hopped into the passenger seat feeling lucky that you wouldn't have to walk home.

The ride to your house was quiet because you couldn't quiet get Jesus off of your mind, you've only spoken like once, what if he really did have a crush on you? I mean why though? you don't know each other at all! Whatever, it's basically the weekend, you should be focusing on yourself right now, yeah!

As Joan pulled up to your house, you thanked her and walked towards the door, thankfully your foster parents were on vacation so you were free to party!

When you check your backpack for your house keys, it's almost like over night you became the most unlucky person on earth because of course your keys were missing!

"For fucks sake" you mumbled to yourself, walking over to Joan's car and stepping back in, "Welp looks like I'm locked out" you smiled to her, "Its cool, now we can get ready for Catherines party together!" you smiled at each other as you drove to Joan’s house.

JOANS HOUSE

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It was almost time for the party, you had put on some makeup, but you couldn't really eat anything because you still couldn't stop thinking about Jesus, what was going on?

"Ugh" Joan grunts next to you, looking at her flip phone with a stressed out expression. "What is it? Did you get the whole weed situation figured out?" you ask

"Yup! Everythings fine! Totally fine I promise!" Joans reaction weren't exactly what you wanted to hear, but it was enough for you not to worry too much.

The minutes ticked by quickly, soon enough you were in Joan’s car listening to the plans for who you were picking up.

"Ok so we're gonna drive to Gandhi's house, park there, pick up his van, and then we're picking up Abe and Jesus. Gandhi said we were taking a quick pitstop somewhere but he didn't say where" Joan explains.

You didn't think before you spoke "Wait Jesus is coming with us?" you blurt out. Joan looked at you confused, "Yeah, is something wrong?" she asked.

"No, nothing, also whats that pitstop? He didn't say anything about it?" you asked, as Joan put the car in drive, she looked at you and smiled, "Nope!"

Soon enough you were in a sticky van with Abe, Joan, Ghandi and Jesus. "Ok so where is this pitstop? You said it was on the way" Joan says.

Jesus leaned over the passenger seat from the back, pointing towards street ahead, "Just keep going this way homes, I'll tell you when to stop" the car was mostly silent other than Abe and Ghandi talking about all the girls they would bang at the party.

"Eyy how have you been Y/N, I haven't seen you since the 8th grade homes, how's it going" Jesus was sprawled across the van from me, picking the shag carpet lightly.

You're eyes widened suddenly at the sudden sound of your name "Well I've been alright, how about you" I replied shyly, Jesus sighs "Nothing much..." he trails off, still picking the carpet.

"I see you grew out that catfish stash" you joke, "Eyy don't trash Jesus Junior" he laughed while combing his goatee.

"Ey you remember when that one guy with the bug eyes threw up in gym and the teacher got all angry cuz he was throwing up everywhere and then bug eyed kid threw up on the teacher?" he giggles

"Kinda, wasn't that Tommy G?" you thought, "Yeah! Oh man, I'll never forget the look on your face, you were all like" Jesus widened his eyes an made an over exaggerated shocked expression with his mouth.

"I did not look like that!" you pushed his shoulder slightly, "Eh I think you did N/N" he pokes. N/N?...N/N, he gave you a nickname, and you actually liked it.

Jesus wasn't as serious as you thought he'd be, he looks a little intimidating from the outside, but now that you'd talked talked to him he was actually really cool!

"Ey stop right there homes" Jesus leaned over the passenger seat, Joan stopped the car quickly. "That's his place, we gotta break in there and get the stuff" Jesus says calmly.

"Break in?! I thought you said you were joking!" Ghandi panicks, "I lied, sorry about that, but ey relax it'll be easy, we'll need someone to distract the guard dog while I sneak in and get it" Jesus explains.

It was about 9 o'clock at night, the neighborhood was very sketchy, definitely not the best place for a group of teenagers to be.

After a lot of yelling and "not its" Gandhi spoke up, "I'll go" he sighs, everyone looked at him shocked "I'm the one who got us into this, and I'm gonna get us to that party or die trying!" he declares.

"Gandhi.." Joan whispers, Jesus smiles, "Great, lets go". Gandhi and Jesus stepped out of the van, sneaking over to the side of the house.

"Ok, I'm gonna put you over the fence and then I'm gonna go in through the window and let the dog out, you have to keep him busy for about 5 minutes homes, you think you can do that?" Jesus explained the plan to him.

Gandhi high fived Jesus and nodded. I watched from the window as Gandhi hopped onto Jesus's shoulders dropping into the backyard.

Jesus snuck in through an open window, the big dog barked loudly at Gandhi outside of the screen door, Jesus opened it and from the van all we heard was...

"Ahh!!! Good boy! Ouch come on hurry up man!" Gandhi was running in circles away from the angry dog.

A few minutes of loud barking was interrupted by Jesus jumping over the fence with a half naked Gandhi.

They jumped into the van almost so fast that you didn't see them, "GO! GO DRIVE JOAN HURRY!" Gandhi yelled.

The van sped off, throwing you and Gandhi onto Jesus, you looked up at him, he smiled widely, not in a creepy way but in more of an 'it's cool' sorta way.

The car gradually slowed down, "Did you get it" Gandhi huffs, Jesus reaches into his jacket, pulling out a big bag of weed, "I got rolling paper too, N/N's gonna help me roll them!" he puts his arm around me in a friendly way.

There I was, in the back of a van rolling blunts with Jesus and a mostly naked Gandhi.

As soon as we arrived at the party, everyone nearly went feral at the sight of a blunt, everyone plunged their gross teenage hands into the bag, by the time everyone was satisfied there was only one left.

"Ey N/N, wanna hit this with me?" Jesus offers, you had never smoked before...but you wanted to seem cool to him right now so you swallowed your fear and went for it.

"Sure" Jesus smiled, pulling out his lighter and lead you out of the house, "I've got a perfect spot, check this out homes" Jesus grins

"Ey Gandhi, hold onto this for me, thanks man" Jesus tossed Gandhi his flip phone. Gandhi gave Jesus a thumbs up and a smile, Jesus copied him and continued on his journey.

TIMESKIP

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The party was a full on hit, almost everyone at school was here, on the dance floor was Gandhi, still only in his boxers and socks, but that didn't matter now! It was party time!

'BZZZZT! BZZZZT!'

Jesus's phone buzzed in Gandhis sweaty boxers, causing him to forget that it wasn't his phone "Hey! Wuzzzaaapp!!!" he slurs into the speaker.

"Ey wussup homie, yo check this, I'm heading home in a few, I gotta new stash of some real crazy shiz, herbal blend type shit, anways, you should stop by homes I'll be at the crib in a few" the voice on the other line spoke.

Gandhi's heart dropped for the millionth time that night, "T-totally, ey I gotta go bye" he hung up quickly, saving his ass in the process.

Gandhi shoved his way through the crowd to the kitchen where he found Joan downing a can of beer, "uh Joan?" Gandhi yells over the music.

"Heyy, hows it goin~ do you think I should dye my hair blue??? Or is it just me-you know I feel great right now-" Joan immediately lurched over the sink and puked herself sober

"Joan! We have a serious problem!" Gandhi yells, Joan wearily lifts her head up, "What is it this time" she asks.

"Well uh, Jesus's plug is coming back... Tonight.... Right now.." He explains, Joan looked at him with wide eyes, "oh my god! Were gonna go to jail for breaking and entering! We're criminals Gandhi! Filthy! Dirty criminals!" Joan cries.

Gandhi thinks for a second, "Well not if we put it all back!" he proposes, Joan furrowed her brows "Lets go!" she drags Gandhi by his shoulder back to the van.

"What about Jesus and Y/N?! We can't just leave the-" Joan put her finger up to Gandhi's lips, "There's no time! We gotta hurry! Hop in the back and start putting the little crumbs into the bag-"

As Joan pulled the van doors open widely, a shocking scene appeared, you were only in your bra and bottoms, you're shirt thrown off to the side lazily, along with Jesus's jacket. You were placed on his lap, him holding himself up on his elbows.

Joan looked at the two of you with wide eyes, "Eyy up top!" Gandhi holds his hand up expectingly, only to be shoved into the van.

As the car sped off, you swiftly grabbed your shirt and tried your best to fan the herbal mist out the window. "Sooo did you guys go.....all the way?" Gandhi asks with a perverted grin.

You thought back at the moments before they arrived, your adrenaline still pumping from the excitement of doing something you weren't supposed to.

FLASHBACK

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Jesus led you back out to Gandhi's van. He opened the back doors for you, letting you in first then soon hopping in behind. "Ey we can hotbox" he smiles.

You were quite nervous, this being one of the rare occasions of you being alone with a boy. "Ey have you ever done this before? You look hella nervous" Jesus says while preparing to flick the lighter

"What are you talking about? I-I do this all the time" you lie, he looks at you blankly for a moment, "Kidding.. " you cringe at yourself, why would you say that, like why?

Jesus lights the joint, the herbal smell already filling the vehicle, he takes a long, beep breath in, sighing happily when he's finished.

"Here" he hands the joint to you, you take it cautiously, not really knowing what to do. Building your courage up, you slowly drew the joint closer to your lips, 'don't embarrass yourself'

"HACK HACK!" as soon as you tried to take a deep breath in, violent coughs errupted from your throat, this could't possibly get any worse

"Woah, you alright?" he pats your back gently, "no" you strain. Jesus sits you up gently, taking the joint from your hands he smiles.

"Tch, no need to be embarrassed, it happens to everyone" he grins. You tried your best to not run out of the van and into oncoming traffic.

"Ey how about we shotgun" he suggests, you look at him curiously, what the hell is shotgunning? You just looked at him blankly.

"Come here" he says gently, you sat uncomfortably close to him face to face, your cheeks getting warmer by the second.

You watched as he placed the joint between his soft lips, you couldn't help but look into his deep black eyes, wondering what kind of person layed behind them, just out of your reach.

He as he breathed in, crazy thoughts ran through your mind, you thought about kissing him....With tongue!

He came a little bit closer and blew the smoke into your face, you breathed it in, the task now feeling a lot easier.

"Tch see, I knew you could do it" he jokes, you laugh a little causing you to cough lightly. "Wanna try again?" he grins expectantly.

You thought about it, even if you guys did make out, it probably wouldn't turn into anything, but that might be a better reason to do it! But it's just all so confusing!

"Sure" you smile as he came closer. Nothing could stop you now, you would have his tongue in your mouth by the end of the night, even if it killed you!

Just like before, he dragged the smoke into his mouth, then he blew the smoke into your face, getting just a little bit closer than last time.

You couldn't tell if it was the marijuana, or if it was some newly grown balls, but you knew that the next shotgun, you would kiss him.

And sure enough when he came close, and blew the smoke into your face, you pressed your lips gently onto his, moving your lips gently on his.

The joint was long forgotten by the time you held onto his jacket, pulling his lips closer. It felt liberating! You pulled away, his face was slightly red, his hat and halo shitfed slightly.

His eyes were glued to you, he couldn't believe this was happening, Y/N L/N was making out with him in a van outside of Catherine the Greats house!

He leaned up, not wanting this moment to end, he kissed you passionately, holding your cheeks softly, he couldn't get enough of you.

The two of you ended up on the floor, you on top of him. He held onto your hips as you removed your shirt revealing your lacy bra. Jesus's eyes widened, you felt something unfamiliarly hard beneath your crotch, but you and I both know what that was.

He sat himself on his elbows, watching as you unbuttoned his jacket tantalisingly slow. With each button, you kissed him.

He lifted his hand up to move some stray pieces of hair out of your face, that's when the van doors suddenly opened. "Ah!" you yelped, Jesus only looked at the figures with a shocked expression.

The figures turned out to be Gandhi and Joan. Joan looked at the two of you with disgust, while Gandhi grined widely "Eyy! Up top!" he puts his hand up expectingly, only to be shoved into the back by Joan.

END OF FLASHBACK

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"What with the rush homes?" Jesus questions, Gandhi fills the two of you in on the situation, you not being able to focus too well thanks to the events that occured prior.

"Where are we supposed to get all of that? Is he gonna kill us? This is totally freaking me out!" Joan panicks. The car swerves wildly throughout the city, both Gandhi and Joan screaming with fear.

This situation had sobered you slightly, you thought carefully about what you could do to fix the situation, you thought a little bit but then you remembered!

"STOP THE CAR!" you yelled, the whole car went silent at the sound of your loud voice. Joan pulled over cautiously, as soon as the car came to a halt, everyone looked back at you expectantly.

"I have an idea"

TIMESKIP

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There you Jesus, Joan, and Gandhi were in all black, ski masks keeping your identities a secret. The four of you stood outside of the hospital, "If I'm correct, theres medical marijuana in there, and I know it might not be the same thing but its our last hope" you sigh.

All four of you walked up to the window, you held Gandhi up to the window, "Remember, try to be stealthy!" you whisper, he nods, holding his hand like a gun, "agent tan incoming" he says

That's when he dove through the window, shattering it loudly, the three of you left outside cringed, but it was too late to chicken out.

Jesus lifted you up into the window, next was Joan, then finally you and Joan pulled Jesus up. Gandhi stood there against the wall, holding his hands like guns, "I told you to be quiet! Theres security here!" you scold.

Gandhi keeps his mouth shut, still playing into his stoic agent act." alright, my foster mom works here, she talks about the stash all the time, it should be on the third floor" you say.

The four of you tiptoed through the hospital, trying your best not to be caught by staff or patients, but it was getting pretty hard since Gandhi was apparently addicted to acting stupid.

Once you made it to the third floor, you took a bag each, jackpot! You all quietly celebrated, thats when you heard keys jingling at the door.

You, Joan and Jesus all dove behind some shelves, Gandhi stood in front of the door. The door opened revealing a tall muscular man in a security guard outfit.

"Stop right there! You have the right to remain tan!" Gandhi shouts while diving out the window, you face palmed. But it wasn't the time for shenanigans, it was now or never.

The three of you ran for it, exiting the hospital swiftly, on your way out you found Gandhi hanging on a tree branch, you grabbed him and ran to the van, making a swift getaway!

As soon as you guys made it to calm ground, you all took a big breath of relief, but there was still one last thing to do.

As Joan drove towards the drug dealers home, a calming silence fell amongst you. You sat next to Jesus, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He tapped you on your leg, you looked into his eyes, "When this is all over, wanna hangout sometime?" he asks shyly, you smile "sure" you whisper.

Closing your eyes gently for just a moment to collect your mind. Unbeknownst to you, Gandhi gave Jesus a thumbs up, Jesus doing the same.

Once the car parked, Joan looked back "Jesus, this is it, don't fail us now" she says seriously, he just nods and heads off into the home through the window.

You all waited with anticipation, watching silently. Thats when a red car suddenly pulled up, it was the dealer! You started to sweat, what if he got caught? Or worse...shot?

You could tell that Gandhi and Joan were thinking the same thoughts, thats when suddenly, out of the shadows, Jesus came rushing out from behind the home!

He hopped into the van with all of us cheering for our victory, "Drive!" we all yelled.

We ended up at The Grassy Knoll, parked in the parking lot enjoying our shakes and fries.

"That was crazy! Did you guys see how I dove out of that window! I was so badass! I was like 'shing! bam! Kapow!' stop right there" he says the last part with an over exaggerated deep voice.

We all laughed at his interpretation of the situation, we all sat watching the sun rise together peacefully.

"Wait, wheres Abe?" Gandhi pipes up.

MEANWHILE

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"Where am I?" a disgruntled Abraham Lincoln asks. He was fully naked on a pool floaty, beer cans surrounding him in the water.

"Joan? Y/N?! GANDHI?!"

THE END

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#clone high #jesus cristo #clone high gandhi #clone high joan #clone high abe #fanfic #total drama x reader #Jesus Christo x YN

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wanda-maximoff-enthusiast · 2 years

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Hello! I saw that you said your requests for The Hobbit were open, which made me very excited because I love your writing style so much. May I please request for you to write something with Gandalf telling Thorin & Co. he’s adding someone to the company and them being very annoyed, and then Mr. Gandalf—in his infinite wisdom—referring to y/n as “she” and them flipping the frickity frick out because women are fragile and dainty and need to be protected (cue eye roll). Then upon meeting her, she’s a wee bit unhinged and wild and overall just Morally Gray Slightly Insane Badass? I’m thinking of Harley Quinn’s fight scenes from Bird of Prey where she’s just super kickass and efficient, slamming people into the ground and twirling her bat around like a baton.

I’m sorry if this is too specific! I’d love to see what you would do with this prompt. You can add any pairings you would like. If it doesn’t interest you, then I respect that, feel free to ignore! Thank you!

THIS IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION I think we need a little bit more badass (Y/N), come on guys

But yes, absolutely. This looks like it should have a part two, so if anybody wants that lemme know.

~Her~

the company x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary: Gandalf is adding somebody new to the company (albeit without telling Thorin), and the company are shocked when he lets one little pronoun slip.

Warnings: A bit of sexism (the dwarves think all women are quite meek and dainty), (Y/N) is an absolute girlboss so prepare for that

A/N: I'm rewatching the Hobbit atm. kili >>>>>>

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Gandalf towered over the dwarves - and Bilbo - as he spoke rapidly to try and avoid the orcs within a nearby fortress. "I think now would be best to tell you of the newest member of the company."

The dwarves looked at each other, suspicious of the wizard's intentions. Thorin's dark brows furrowed above his eyelids.

"Go on." He said, voice firm and demanding.

"Well, I believe this person will be a very good addition. A trained fighter, a little crazy, albeit, but still a useful asset."

Thorin's crystal eyes glared at Gandalf.

"And how much of this did you care to inform me of?"

"Thorin, I assure you, this is all going to work out-"

"Can we, like, not be doing this right now? In a few seconds, a whole army of orcs is going to burst through those doors." Fili spoke up, pulling two daggers from his pockets.

Kili nodded at his brother's words. "Yeah, just cut to the chase, what does this 'new member' go by?"

"Well, if I am correct, her-"

An uproar of 'her?' and 'what is he on about's erupted from the dwarves, all of them waving their weapons mockingly, before Thorin raised a hand to silence them.

"You're trying to sabotage us." "Thorin-" "A woman? Really?" Gandalf's gaze averted to the fortress, listening intently of any sign of destruction, as Thorin continued ranting angrily.

"Women do not fight, they are more accustomed to sewing needles than they are swords, why would you- what in Mahal's name are you looking at?" The dwarf king turned, as did the rest of the company, to see the orc fortress burst into flames.

Fire covered the entire structure, but even in the blazing embers and smoke they could see a figure walking towards them.

"Who is that?" Oin asked, tilting his head to get a better look at the person walking.

Gandalf smirked a knowing smile as he watched the dwarves' awe.

"That, Master Oin, is the newest member of the company. I would like you to meet (Y/N) (L/N)."

Everybody watched in pure shock as (Y/N) walked towards them, twirling a bat in her hand as if it weighed nothing, a sinister laugh falling from her lips.

"H-Her?" Bilbo asked, the hobbit clearly rather intimidated by this strange human, to which Gandalf sent him a comforting smile.

Finally, she stopped in front of them, blowing a large pink bubble with her gum before popping it with her teeth and chewing it, mouth open in a wide grin.

"Her." She said, leaning on her bat as if it were an arm rest. Mahal, this journey just got a lot more interesting.

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SORRY THIS IS ALSO SUPER OVERDUE AHH

#the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #the company x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader

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Thank you for the tag @voxofthevoid! Having a theme for it was really interesting :D and I love your word choices

My words: teeth, feral, sear, blood, white

Teeth

Crouching down, he was confronted with the brain up close for the first time. The room was almost pitch black, making the organ look even more ghastly, the mouth and blunt teeth grotesque in how human they looked in the freakish anatomy. It appeared almost cadaverous in the fluid it was swimming in, being robbed of what little colour had been left in the flesh.

TakaKen post-canon fic, slight canon-divergence (not as much as I thought as it turns out), sort of a fix-it

Feral

Unfortunately, I have no WIP (out of ~20) where this word shows up 😔

Sear

Suddenly, it was all over. Like breaking through a water surface, she was back. The world returned. Reality welcomed her with open arms and brought with it all its many sensations. She could feel a soft mattress underneath her. Warm sheets enveloped her. Strands of hair tickled the side of her face. The smell of disinfectant stung her nose. Her mouth was dry, making her tongue stick to her gums. Above all else, there was searing pain etching into her forehead.

Apocrita. Tsumiki & Yorozu fic about what happened after they wake up from the coma

Blood

Noticing their gaze, she looked up as well. Waiting, silently challenging them to do something. Gently, they grazed the knife over her skin. Little pebbles of blood bubbled from her flesh. The steel had only left two little incisions, not a serious wound. Reaching out, they rubbed their thumb over her palm, smearing the blood across their connecting skin. Now she had some colour to her. It wasn’t much, but they didn’t want to spook her before they could make their offer. As much as they wanted to indulge, they had to be careful to not have her slip away between their fingers like a skittish fish. Seeing her outer shell break underneath their touch was satisfying enough for now.

Can't Get Out, TenKen No Curse AU

White

She was floating in darkness, completely weightless. Occasionally, waves would tumble her around, sway her from side to side. Time didn’t exist, just subtle movements rocking her body and a distant murmur breaking through the faint buzzing of white noise. Tsumiki didn’t know how long she had remained in this state. There were no points of reference and it was even harder to focus her thoughts to comprehend her surroundings.

Apocrita, Tsumiki & Yorozu

Tagging (only if you want to of course): @hxhhasmysoul @kaitakushi @urostakako @frankenjoly

Your words are: heart, longing, fist, loathe, delirious.

#blood and white were the only ones where I had an abundance of choice #unfortunately nobody is being feral in my fics :'D #my stuff

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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CONGRATS ON 500!!

🌺 Matthew Tkachuk and prompt 89 please!!

thank you so much, friend! tkachuk is actually on my no go list, so I chose to write for a different matty - everyone’s favorite long island dilf (bc he makes me actually foam at the mouth). this probably got a little away from the actual intention of the prompt but it’s sort of a brief culmination of some thots I’ve had regarding sugar daddy!matty. hope you enjoy either way ☺️

celebrate 500 with me!

Prompts: #89 “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Pairing: Matt Martin x sugar baby!reader (f)

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Language, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic, angst, references to sex/adult themes, baby talk (like, actual discussion of having babies, not ddlg).

The dial of the phone sounds in your ear while you storm to a secluded area of your office. There’s a slow drawl on the other end when he answers, a slow ‘Hello?’ uttered with what you already know is a smirk.

“You sent me pictures of you naked while I was in a work meeting!” you huff, yelling as loud as you can while keeping your voice at a whisper.

“And a video too,” he quips back lazily. “Those meetings are boring, anyway, babe. You tell me that all the time.”

“Matty, I could get fired —”

“Good. I want you to.”

With a roll of your eyes, thankful that he can’t see your physical protest of sass, you let out a sigh. He’s not serious, not entirely, but there’s some truth behind his words. “We’ve talked about this, Matt.”

You don’t have to see him to know he’s barely regarding you, blowing a bubble of spearmint gum that he chews in his lackadaisical way. “Yeah. ‘Work a few more years’ this and ‘save up some money’ that, as if I’m not providing plenty for you.”

“It’s not about that, and you know it,” you hiss quietly, glancing around to make sure you’re still alone in the concealed hallway. “I want to provide for myself.”

“That why you’re an NHL player’s sugar baby? Sucking my dick for money? Taking it up the ass so you can afford that fancy apartment and your designer bag?”

“Fuck you, Matty.”

“Right now? But you’re at work.” He’s pushing your buttons, riling you up, because he likes you best when you’re fiery.

You click your phone, hanging up angrily without responding, because you know what he’s doing. Still, it doesn’t prevent the frustrated exhale from passing through your nose as you try to compose yourself. A text from Matt buzzes shortly after you return to your desk, a Love you typed out so easily as if it can remove all of the irritation he’s built up in you. It can, and you know it, and so does he.

When you get home later that day, there’s a bouquet of flowers in an expensive-looking vase sitting on your kitchen counter. The handwritten note, scrawled in Matt’s chicken scratch, says simply, ‘Sorry for sending a video of my dick. Just want you to have my babies.’

If anyone else were to happen upon this, you wouldn’t blame them for having about a million questions. You still did, and it was your life.

It had started in a simple arrangement: he’d pay you handsomely to attend some events with him, be the pretty young thing on his arm, keep him company on a few lonely nights. The initial agreement was no sex, which you quickly abandoned as your attraction to him grew unexpectedly, along with your feelings for him and all of his nonchalant confidence and crooked smile. You weren’t really sure how you’d label the relationship, committed to one another in a haphazard sort of way, casual and cool and entirely (and infuriatingly) informal. And although you’d told him you didn’t need the payments anymore, he just kept sending them.

Truthfully, it was the only thing holding you back from really committing to him — not that you could ever look at any other man now that you’ve had him — because, despite his love you’s and all of his promises that he wasn’t fooling around on you when he was away, there was still a part of you that wasn’t sure that this wasn’t one big transaction. Not once had you ever felt like his true girlfriend, or partner, or whatever you wanted to call it, without the asterisk and the fine print at the bottom of that label.

And here he was, asking you day in and day out to have a baby with him — to carry his child, bonding you for life even if he never placed a ring on your left hand, never signed that certificate in the state of New York.

The problem wasn’t that he didn’t treat you well; in fact, he treated you like a queen, even through his snark and deprecating humor, which you admittedly loved. He was, hands down and without a shadow of a doubt, the best fuck you’d ever had and surely ever would have, never failing to leave you anything but completely satiated.

The truth — and the problem — is that you are unequivocally and hopelessly in love with him, and you know that you would never recover if he decided he was done with your fun little adventure, if he threw you to the side once he had what he really wanted from you. You didn’t have the security you craved — needed — from him, partially because you weren’t even sure what that looked like.

So, to say your relationship status is complicated is a bit of an understatement.

You send a quick thank you text, then see the delivery notification of a Givenchy package. He’s pulling out all the stops, but you know that you’re going to return every item in the box without even looking at them.

It’s the third day of minimal communication that Matt realizes something is truly wrong, that you’re not just giving him your normal attitude. Instead of showing up at your door with a pair of Louboutins or a Cartier bracelet, he’s holding a paper bag full of styrofoam containers when he knocks on your door.

“What are you doing, Matty?” you ask flatly, though you step aside to let him in anyway.

“Thought you might be hungry,” he replies. “Brought you dinner from your favorite Indian place.”

“Matt, that place is like, 30 minutes out of the way.”

He shrugs, setting the bag on your counter and moving to pull out the containers. It’s not lost on you how comfortable he is in your kitchen, pulling out plates and utensils like he owns the place (he kind of does). Pushing a plate towards you, he watches as you scoop a healthy portion of rice and palak paneer, accompanied by what you firmly believe to be New York’s best garlic naan.

“I’m sorry,” he says, without any pretense or build-up.

“For?”

“For pushing you. For still paying you even when you asked me not to. For this whole weird dynamic.”

You can’t even hide the surprise on your face, eyebrows raising as your spoonful of rice sits halfway in your mouth.

“I’m done with this. I’m terminating our contract.”

Your heart sinks to the floor, crushed instantly by his words. This, you think, this is exactly why I never had your babies.

He continues, “Be mine. For real. No contract, no obligations, just us.”

You continue to stare at him, mouth gaping open, food completely fallen off your spoon at this point. He looks at you with uneasy eyes, trying to gauge your reaction — and failing.

“I’m not — are you — Matt —”

That stupid crooked smirk forms on his handsome face, enjoying the way you stutter. He takes the spoon out of your hand before taking both of your hands in his, turning to face you fully. “I’m sorry that it took so long to do this. I want you. I love you.”

“Jesus, Matt.”

“Jesus, Matt, I love you? Jesus, Matt, I’m so happy? Jesus, Matt, fuck off and never come back?”

With a roll of your eyes, you ignore his questions, instead pulling him forward to kiss him, savoring the heat of his lips against yours and the way his hands instantly slip to your hips, holding you close to him. For the first time ever, you can feel the love in his body transferring to yours, evident in the way he kisses you like he’s only got one chance left to prove it.

His eyes are soft when you pull away, crinkling into a smile when you ask, “Are you just saying all of this so I’ll have your kids?”

“No, but what do you say we get to practicing making one?”

#c’s 500 follower celly #matt martin blurb #matt martin fic #matt martin imagine #nhl imagine #hockey fic

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starryexposures · 2 years

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Hawkins Boy

Summary: Steve was never one to stand-up a date with a pretty girl, except for when Russians get involved. (Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader) - Takes place in S3, 1.9K Words

Requested By: @that-one-book-girl & @dontneedbiologytoadopt

A/N: This is Part Two of “Mother of Six”. Thank you so much for all the love and feedback on the first part. Again, any feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

Part One

“It doesn’t make sense,” you grumble under your breath after another one of your calls dialed unsuccessfully. “Where could he be?” your fingers jammed into the phone buttons once more trying to reach Hopper again, or anyone at this point.

Your older brother turned his head towards you with a smug look on his face, “Awe, did little (Y/N) get stood up again?” he pouted pulling a police vest over his blue button up. “You know you can’t trust him right? No boy from Hawkins is worth your time.”

With another failed dial you hung up the phone in defeat. It’s true that Steve hadn’t shown up to your date as promised, and that days have passed since you’ve seen him or any of the kids that you’ve only started growing fond of, but something else wasn’t adding up. Hopper unexpectedly relieving you of your internship and babysitting duties, the random “sheriff conference” he had to attend, him putting Jonathan and Nancy in charge of the kids instead even when those two were already so busy with work.

“Do you still have your old equipment from the academy?” you questioned, ignoring your brother’s obvious jab.

He nodded towards his bedroom without hesitation, and you sped up the stairs. “Is this a code blue or a code red?” he shouted referring to the police lingo the two of you picked up from your dad.

“I’m not sure yet,” you replied strapping on the old training holster and equipping it with the beginner’s revolver your dad had gifted your bother after he graduated from the academy. The smooth steel of the handle felt cold in your hands but not foreign, as you remember the short and secret lessons your dad had taught you. “I’ll give you a ring if I need you.”

“Ten - Four,” your brother acknowledged throwing you the keys to the spare car and the emergency walkie as you rushed out the door. Surprisingly, this isn’t the first time a member of your family has stormed out with determination ringing in their chest and a gun by their side. The emergencies your family faced have always been small: you and your brother getting lost before dark, an officer needing assistance with their vehicle, or a friend being caught in an uncomfortable situation at a party. It never resulted in anyone actually using the pistol, but something in the air told you that today might be different.

You covered yourself with a denim jacket that was a few sizes too big for you and tried to shuffle through the mall discretely, making your way to Scoops Ahoy. You weren’t surprised to find the shop haphazardly closed and empty. As you jimmied your way through the entrance and into the back, the air around you grew thick in anticipation. The darkness of your clothes contrasting to the bubble gum pinks of the shop. Your eyes landed on a white board, registering the sprawled coding. Your heart fell into your stomach, you remember murmurs of Russian spies and conspiracy theories thrown in whispers around at work. But this couldn’t be real. You cursed under your breath, fumbling for your walkie and tuning it to send your brother a message “Code red, get access to the security at Starcourt Mall but do not proceed until my go.”

Steve’s mind was a jumble of thoughts from the truth serum. His brain felt like it a pinball machine, pinging back and forth from one thought to the next. Steve had wanted to pick you up, he was ready to pick you up, but life seemed to always have a way of putting him in life threatening situations. His brain snapped into focus with Dustin flashing a light into his eyes. The clang of the elevator burst in his eardrum as it pulled to a stop. The gang held their breath in, anxious to see who could be on the other side.

The door rolled open reveling you ready to slam your gun at someone’s head before halting mid-air. Everyone stared. surprised by your presence. Your face boiled red in an anger that snuck up on you, seeing them huddled together on the metal floor made the situation all the more terrifying. “The one time I wasn’t looking after you kids good God, Henderson.” your hushed scolding rung through the elevator walls and the four whipped their attention towards anything but you. With your hand steadily lowering the weapon, you ran your free arm across your forehead grateful that you didn’t have to start a fight, “And Erica, I expected more from you! I was so focused about what your brother was up to and I didn’t think I had to worry about your whereabouts.”

It might’ve been the truth serum or the fact that Steve had just gotten out of a sever beating, but his face softened as the next words seemed to slip out of his mouth almost too easily, “I’m sorry you had to save us.”

Your eyes flashed at Steve, a stranger you barely knew. Concern dripped through your veins as you took in his condition, beaten and bruised. How can you already care for him so much? Your wonder was cut short at the sight Robin, who also sustained some heavy injuries. “It’s okay, come on let’s get you guys cleaned up.” You breathed, anger melting away.

You lead the group through the exit into the movie theater working your way to the empty bathroom, thankful for some privacy. “Hey do you copy,” you called out for your brother from the walkie. The static of his reply signaled his presence on the receiving end, “I have my friends, but you need to get Starcourt Mall evacuated immediately, leave Dustin Henderson, Erica Sinclair, Steve Harrington, and Robin…”

“Buckley” The injured teen groaned, truth serum wearing off as the hurt from the bruises started to steep into her skin.

“And Robin Buckley, to me.” You continued, mouthing a small thank you to Robin. “Let me know if you see any of the other kids I babysit, something tells me that Hopper isn’t actually at a sheriff conference.”

You shot Dustin a warning look prompting him to explain everything to you from the very beginning. The kid rushed through the notorious downs that the town and his friends have faced for the past two years, from the Upside Down to faceless monsters and gates. “And now the Russians are trying to re-open the gate that Eleven had already closed.” Dustin huffed taking in your widened eyes and your jaw now slightly hanging agape, “I know it’s a lot, but we need a way to get out of here.”

You shook your head, closing your mouth, the gravity of the situation hitting you. If Dustin and Erica are with you that means the other kids are with Nancy and Jonathan, who may very well be dealing with their own dreadful situation. “No, the Russians know your faces and the entire mall needs to be empty. You and Erica try to get in contact with the others. I have a radio in my car, it’s parked in a secluded place by the lower-level food court. Come right back up once you’ve made contact and I’ll take care of these two in the meantime.” You gestured towards the closed bathroom stall where the two tired Scoop Ahoy sailors sat.

You knocked on the stall door asking for entrance, handing Robin some bandages you found in the bathroom emergency kit. Steve and Robin’s previous conversation ended with a knowing look as the latter scooted out of the stall leaving a space for you to fill. The silence was heavy as you assessed Steve’s injuries and began cleaning up the cuts. “I’m going to need to give you stitches,” you tell him snapping on some gloves before cleaning the giant wound on his forehead and spreading a layer of numbing cream, “Ready?”

Steve nodded, hands grabbing tightly onto the sides of your jacket, “Tell me something, to distract me from the pain.”

You bit the side of your cheek, thinking back on the last few hours you’ve just experienced, saying the first thing that popped to mind, “I thought El was short for Eleanor.” You laughed quietly at yourself, looping the thin wire through the cut, “Thought it was a middle name or something.” To your surprise, Steve laughed wholeheartedly, his grip loosening from your jacket. You couldn’t help but smile at his laugh, hoping that maybe you’d get to hear it again sometime soon. You snipped off the end of the wire, placing a cup of ice over the swelling.

“If you think about it, this is our first date,” Steve whispered as he took the cup from your hands. You were facing eye to eye with each other now in the tiny stall. Steve scanned your demeanor, curious on how you sat so elegantly even with a weapon in your holster and pieces of your hair filling out of your loosened ponytail. “I’m learning so much about you.” He let out a laugh pointing at the stitches.

“My mom is a first responder, and my older brother used to get into a lot of fist fights as a teenager.” You explained with a shrug, shifting your focus to Steve’s bruised hands, “Thanks for taking the kids today.” You joked, a tear falling out of the corner of your eye when the reality of things started to get heavy, your adrenaline from earlier disappearing. Steve reached his free hand towards your cheek to wipe it off, “I’m learning lots about you too.” You mumbled into his hand.

The quiet swelled back again, Steve left his hand cupped on your cheek. “I hope you’re still willing to go to that dinner I promised, Honey.” He breathed, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I think the kids will still be at the Wheelers tomorrow.” Steve couldn’t help but beam at your laugh, wishing he could bottle it up and keep it with him forever. Steve’s hand found your chin bringing your face back towards him as you brought your hand to rest on his thigh, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. As if your bodies were magnets, the two of you found yourself inching closer together as the silent seconds dragged on. And with hearts thumping as strongly as the magnetic force between the two of you, your lips connected, melting into one another. Something of pure affection glowing on your skin.

A loud static noise from your walkie broke you two apart, cheeks red from the kiss. “(Y/N) (L/N) Can you tell me why you’re at the mall in the middle of a police force mandated evacuation that you somehow ordered?” your father’s voice rang in your direction.

You winced as you turned down the volume, “Did I ever to mention that my dad’s a cop?” You turned to Steve with a small smile as he simultaneously groaned with a matching smile on his face.

It was safe to say that once the entire gang was able to gather together and defeat the mind flayer, the entire lot of you were heavily punished, thrown rounds upon rounds of chores and house arrests. But even with the uncertainty of some of your friends moving to a different state and the sheer sadness of Hopper’s death, Steve had kept his promise and took you out for dinner once time allowed.

And little to your knowledge, he would continue to do so every single night after that.

“You know I had begged Hopper to let me do some police stuff,” you told Steve as he propped himself on your bedroom floor, debating on reaching out for some of your dinner leftovers. “He said that whatever the kids were doing would be more exciting than anything being done at the station, and he was right.” You choked with a quiver in your lip.

Steve reached up, bringing you down and kissing the quiver away, “I know that Hopper would be so proud of you, and that your dad is too even though you gave him a scare.” Steve breathed the words onto your lips making you drink them in. You smiled as the two of you turned to see your dad and brother peak through the three-inch crack of your bedroom door from across the hall, offering a small wave.

When they turned away, you kissed Steve again, deeper and more desperately than ever before, forever thanking the universe for bringing you this Hawkins boy.

#steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harringtone x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff

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veecosplayer · 10 months

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going over the 5 year special (even though it's a year old)

I love the throwback to the "youtube time" then his joke about never waking up.

The nicknames are hilarious.

Logan already starting with a glass of wine and saying they only had 9 hours on screen.

Then Patton being extremely excited about everything. Then drinking the wine and censoring himself by saying juice.

Roman being so over dramatic about it and thinking of himself being the favorite side.

Virgil being absolutely over it. Him saying "putting up with me" like he's the worst thing ever then covering it up with saying he had to put up with with others too. Then making a joke about stormy weather. Thomas not understanding at all and Virgil wanted to leave.

Janus's lying is extremely funny. Janus bringing up how Patton couldn't communicate his emotions well and not keeping Thomas 'in check.' Patton's nickname for Janus being Jan. Then he brings up Logan's mistakes and Logan gets a change to use infinitesimal correctly. Janus saying he is Roman's Voltaire to his Rousseau.

"Voltaire's severe criticism and the establishment of a theatre in Geneva through his efforts, gave cause for Rousseau to break with the "Ferney recluse". On 17 June 1760, he wrote him a letter: I don't like you, monsieur. To me, your disciple and enthusiast, you have done the most painful injuries." (from google so it give more definition)

Then Roman not knowing what that means. Janus not saying anything about Virgil other than about his makeup, a throwback to him saying he looks like a raccoon. And pulling up a random wine glass. Virgil getting really angry at Janus but still censoring his words.

Remus's introduction is everything. He's making fun of Roman. Thomas pointing out his emblem (idk who to spell it). Thomas getting ignored with Remus in the first minute. Him asking Remus about his thoughts and regretting it. Him saying the three he was in was fine and almost spoiling what's coming up. Janus's anti spoiler spray being soap and Remus pulling out a knife out of nowhere.

Roman searching it up and being angry that he was insulted.

Janus mistaking Patton as a garbage can.

Logan's glass getting bigger. Him bringing up how no one listens to him.

Remus talking about the mind palace.

Janus and Remus playing DDR and Patton's line in that part, referring to when he forgot his pants. Patton thinking it was a ghost.

Remus calling Roman princey, then wanting it to match with his. So he tells Thomas to change it to pissy.

Roman getting angry at it and insulting his brother. Then pulling a sword out and breaking a vase.

Virgil obviously lying about being better at communicating with the others. Then going back to being a puppet.

Roman saying that Remus might have gone back to hiding in the walls, which is a reference to something but I can't remember what. Then Roman saying who broke that vase, like Joan did. Thomas saying 'nice callback' and Roman getting very defensive about the word.

Virgil being salty about the twelve days of christmas rewrite.

Janus being upset that he wasn't there for any songs.

Virgil suggesting asking Janus about the song lies. Janus yelling about him it being there for a song about lies. Roman complaining about the bubble gum shrimp thing and saying he doesn't know where it came from. Remus saying that he whispered it to him while he slept like it was well know.

Virgil knowing exactly what Roman meant when he says 'millionth base.' Patton acting a bit weird when talking about Nico. Logan saying metal viking like Talon when they kept messing the line.

Virgil bringing up Valorie and saying it was bad and everyone agreeing. Logan feminist confirmed, and his big ass glass of wine.

Patton saying he had a pet. Janus implying the hamster was under his hat.

Virgil pulling out that extremely long list of regrets. Roman's stock image of the wedding. Roman implying he doesn't care about the paper anymore and laughing about it while Logan still regrets it. Remus drinking the 'anti spoiler spray' and having an allergic reaction.

Roman smiling when he said Virgil and the others saying how far he's come. Patton hoping Virgil knows how much they love him, probably going back to when he ducked out. Virgil saying that "it's nice to know that they *think* they feel that way." Basically degrading everything they said, making it seem like they only think that way and don't actually feel that way.

Patton being the dad, Logan being the mom, and Roman being the son. Janus being the aunt, Remus being the uncle, and Virgil being the cousin. Which was a smart way of saying he didn't grow up with them and grew up around his family. Roman getting emotional when he said his only dream was to be a star.

Logan being logical and asking Thomas what he thinks is next. A throw back to DWIT, saying that they all aren't listening to Thomas. So he makes a point to ask Thomas. Roman saying he wants his happy ever after and saying "it was simple." In past tense, implying that it's too late or isn't simple anymore. Patton being optimistic and wanting things to get better. Virgil and Janus's response aren't much, just shows their character more. Remus being completely unserious and Thomas misunderstanding him until he clarifies.

Thomas bringing up how Logan's changed.

The fucking orange in the chair. Basically saying that the orange side will be more prominent and could possibly be announced very soon.

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why-so-serious-lucifer · 6 months

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K-pop Discography Deep Dives: TXT

A Disclaimer: I was planning, when I first started Tumblr, to be a lurker, but then I began an office job and needed something to listen to to keep myself occupied. And then, I started going through entire K-pop groups’ repertoires, album by album, and jotting down my thoughts. And then, I stumbled into K-pop tumblr and decided, you know what, there’s at least four people on this hell site who would read in depth rants about these discographies and at least five who wouldn’t read it and then get mad because it’s kind of our job as K-pop fans. My lukewarm takes should be taken with an entire silo of salt and the knowledge that this is completely for fun and occupying my very bored, very neurodivergent brain. All this to say, for the love of god, I’m a sleep-deprived student and I don’t have time for internet hate, so don’t kill me. With that being said, enjoy!

Here are my credentials: yeah…none. I think the amount of TXT songs I know can be counted on one hand, and besides one, they’re all singles. But like with BTS, I’ve been a K-pop fan for four years and I figured that it was about time I make an effort to give them a try. It’s funny; I feel like with every girl group I cover I’m like “well obviously it was July 2017 because Joy had red hair” and with every boy group I’m like “um…are there seven or eight of them again?”

But I digress. TXT was formed in 2019, by Big Hit Entertainment, with five members (and yes, it’s five, I googled it, I promise), Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Heuning Kai, Soobin, and Taehyun, and they’ve been pretty popular since then, which is an achievement in and of itself, coming from an agency best known for the biggest boy group of all time.

They debuted with double title tracks, the first of which was Crown. With the somewhat moodier image they have now, I didn’t expect to think their debut so adorable, but that’s definitely the word I’d use. Despite them being a 4th generation group, the way this is shot, the bright colors, and the comic book drawings remind me very much of late 2nd, early 3rd gen, which hey, I’m not complaining. The song, fittingly, is upbeat and bubbly, very much pop with some synthy influence. Overall, I liked it, as a 2nd and 3rd fan, but something about it doesn’t leave that much of an impact on me. Maybe it’s that I’m not the biggest fan of very young-sounding music, and this is a little too reminiscent of Chewing Gum by NCT Dream for my liking.

Cat + Dog is also from this first EP, and basically all of the comments I had for Crown repeat here, though I did like Crown more. I know that this is more me than the song, but something about this one just…creeped me out?, in a way that Crown didn’t. I know that they were young when this came out (between 16 and 19), but they’re acting like they’re 10 and it’s a bit unnerving. From the EP The Dream Chapter: Star, I liked the calmer but still poppy beat of Our Summer, though I wish it was a little slower to stand out from the other songs in the album more.

Run Away is a song I’d already heard from TXT, but I like it more in the context of their work thus far. It’s still pop, still full of that youthful energy and hope, but leans into an ethereal and nostalgic feeling, and overall feels a lot more suited to them as older teenagers. It has some good humor, and both its Harry Potter references and its message of running away from the monotony and cruelty of the real world with your friends turns it into something universal.

From The Dream Chapter: Magic, I enjoyed the odd percussion and the melodic chanting in New Rules, the gentle vocals in Magic Island, and the sweet love story between childhood friends in 20 CM. My favorite was probably Can’t We Just Leave The Monster Alive, for the interesting trope deconstruction and its encouragement of taking your own path in life.

Can’t You See Me starts with some interesting almost-stop-motion in its ruffling pages, and I couldn’t decide where I thought it was going to go. At first, it combines both the young love idea of Crown and the themes of magic and isolation from the world from Run, which work pretty well, but it soon devolves into something resembling a cry for help with its unusual structure and odd vocal fry segways. It leans very into ethereal, while speaking about the dark side of a friendship gone bad. It took me a couple listens to make up my mind, but I do like this one.

From The Dream Chapter: Eternity, I had two standouts in Fairy of Shampoo and Maze In The Mirror. Fairy of Shampoo (despite the odd name) feels a bit like floating with its citypop synth and jazzy background, and I wish it’d been promoted as a special single instead of Puma. Maze In The Mirror is another song here that was written by the members themselves about their time as trainees, the difficulties they faced, and their friendship. As I’ve said before, some of my favorite songs in k-pop are this kind of acoustic, genuine b-sides that convey such honest emotions, so of course I loved this one.

Blue Hour’s very calm vocalizing and acoustics caught me off guard before the synths I was expecting came in, and I found myself nodding my head. Like with Run, I appreciated the brightness and humor here much more than I did in the first couple of songs because I thought it was better balanced here without overdoing it on the aegyo. It’s not a world-changing song, but I did have a good time with it and it made me laugh a few times (especially with that cowboy hat because what on earth were they thinking).

Minisode 1: Blue Hour reminds me a lot of BTS’ ON album, down to having a song about COVID (in this case the aptly titled We Lost The Summer), which I can’t bring myself to actually critique because of how sweet it is, though in the year of the whoever 2023 I wince to remember 2020. Besides it, I loved the airy vocals and video game esque synthy production on Ghosting and the anthemic chorus in Wishlist.

0X1=Lovesong was another song I had already heard of TXT’s, because I happen to be a fan of Seori, who’s featured on this track, and I have to say that my biggest gripe with the track is that she’s just not featured enough, but that’s really the only criticism I have of this one. I confess that I love this song, and it was actually the reason I wanted to do this review. Remember how I called Wishlist anthemic? Well, clearly I don’t know the meaning of the word, or didn’t until I heard this song. It takes TXT’s youthful energy and pairs it with a full on alt-rock ballad. It feels like a follow-up to Run with its immaculate roadtrip energy, and though the verses are a bit slow, that chorus is just a knockout and just makes me want to be a kid again, grab my best friend’s hand, and run for the goddamn hills. Probably won’t be lighting a car on fire, though, sorry.

Far be it from me to dissuade from some extra drama, but LO$ER=LOVER…well, it’s giving full on “when I was…a young boy…my father took me into the city…”. No but really, I want to think that this level of ridiculousness is some kind of intentional My Chemical Romance parody, because it’s honestly hilarious. It has some of that anthemic quality that I so loved in Lovesong, but that great build-up in the front half of the chorus is just undercut by a lack of payoff and the abject silliness that is “I’m a loser, I’m a loser, lover with a dollar sign is a loser.” I think that I would like this more if I was sure that the joke is intentional, but I’m honestly not sure that it is. Either way, they’re clearly having a lot of fun with this, so it’s tough to dislike.

From The Chaos Chapter: Fight or Escape, I have a lot to talk about, since it’s such a long album. Firstly, I already knew the chorus of Anti-Romantic due to its popularity, but I liked it more in context with the rest of the song. No Rules (which I assume is a follow-up to New Rules) has a great beat and in my humble opinion, there’s never enough disco. MOA Diary, a song for their fans, is very sweet and I can totally see it being a crowd favorite at a concert; I loved the harmonizing. Dear Sputnik was probably my favorite though; it’s another song written by one of the members and has an excellent alt-rock drive that totally should’ve made it be the single instead of LO$ER=LOVER.

Good Boy Gone Bad had me wincing before it even began, because the title already hints towards more non-self aware drama. And it turns out my instincts were right, because while LO$ER=LOVER is so ridiculous it’s basically camp, Good Boy Gone Bad just had me rolling my eyes and wondering not why the good boy had in fact gone bad but why I had to hear about it. Also why Yeonjun was driving a motorcycle in a faux fur coat, but that’s a story for another time.

From the EP Thursday’s Child, which is the second “minisode”, I liked the intro Opening Sequence more than I expected, mostly due to the charisma in their vocals, which really do the heavy lifting in such a minimalistic song. I also enjoyed Trust Fund Baby (give it a chance, I know the title doesn’t inspire confidence), again due to the strength of their vocals and the emotion they carry, when singing a song about a relationship that’s ended due to poverty. This is overall a very melancholy EP, a sharp contrast to Blue Hour’s optimism. Even the more synthy Thursday’s Child Has Far To Go isn’t totally upbeat, but as an album closer, it does hold a little hope that things won’t always be bleak and ended up being my favorite.

Sugar Rush Ride is, thankfully, a return to the synthy, ethereal, upbeat sound that has become TXT’s signature for its verses and pre-choruses, but for some reason opts for a very simple whistling hook and an incredibly jarring anti-drop chorus instead of resolving its great build-up. The bridge, likewise, feels harsh in what’s otherwise a calm song, and honestly, I find this song more disappointing than I would if it used a style I hate throughout, because I really enjoy the greater part of it…but I just can’t get past that chorus.

From The Name Chapter: Temptation, there’s three b-sides I want to talk about. Devil By The Window is a fully English song, which normally I would complain about, as I often do. But this one’s actually really good; it’s tense, attention-grabbing, and has a very taut arrangement. Also, this is probably me reading too much into it, but the chorus is giving me such queer energy (“I met the devil by the window, traded my life, temptation touched my tongue, spread the wings of desire. He’s whispering ‘give up, don’t you put up a fight.’”). But…c’mon guys, maybe I’ve missed something, but last time I checked straight people don’t get seduced by random devils of the same gender standing near their window, but hey, how should I know?

Besides that, I also liked the acoustic guitar in the pop-rock Farewell, Neverland and the chill vocals here as they sing goodbye both to a childhood lover and to childhood as a whole. Tinnitus (Wanna Be A Rock) pleasantly surprised me with its Afro-pop influences, because it’s not a common pairing in k-pop and I was surprised by how well it works here. Also, apparently some of the members wrote both of these, so kudos!

Do It Like That is an English-language collaboration with the Jonas Brothers, and between its very mainstream pop sound, the English, and its beat, I admit that it gave me war flashbacks to Dynamite. Here is where I invoke my disclaimer of: Dynamite is not a bad song (see my way-too-long BTS review for a whole two paragraphs of thoughts on that), but k-pop doesn’t need to try and replicate it. I know that this is totally down to my own bias, because Do It Like That isn’t a bad song either, but I won’t be returning to whatever concerningly white void they filmed this in anytime soon.

Back For More is another English-language collaboration, this time with Brazilian singer Anitta. I was preparing myself for another paragraph of disclaimers and having to do some overly dramatic sighing, but actually, I liked this! It feels like any other TXT single with its disco influences and catchy beat, just in another language, as it should be. I also appreciate that they collaborated with a Latin pop star, who sings in both English and her own language too, which made it feel less like a cop-out. The first time I heard this one, it was the shortened version that they performed at the VMAs, but the longer version with the bridge really elevates the song and I’m glad I watched it. It’s not my favorite but I’m not going to throw a tantrum if it comes on.

Chasing That Feeling is from their latest comeback just a month or so ago. I was feeling optimistic from the first verse’s beat, although after being burned by Sugar Rush Ride, I was still a bit wary. But, thankfully, Chasing That Feeling does what it predecessors didn’t do: it delivers, with those head-bopping synths, citypop influences, and electronic background. I admit that I wish it had a bit more of a climax and went against the grain, but it’s hard to not be won ever when a song’s chorus starts by saying “I’ve turned my back on heaven” and telling fate “come on and kiss me”.

The Name Chapter: Freefall is another full length album, so I have a lot of highlights. I loved the exploration of a harsher version of rock mixed with metal in the teen angst driven Growing Pain, which their voices were surprisingly suited to. I also enjoyed the vulnerability and slowing rising vocals in Deep Down’s pre-chorus, the acceptance that “life is not a fairytale” but is still worth living in Happily Ever After, and the moody Skipping Stones, which tells the listener not to be too hard on themselves, because what they’re going through will pass. I think that Skipping Stones was also written by the members themselves.

So, I enjoyed this more than I expected! I confess that I did expect something similar to BTS, which is probably unfair given the fact that besides having the same company, they have nothing to do with each other. Calm down, I’m not laminating my stan card just yet. I’m not a MoA, but I think that I could probably consider myself at least a casual fan after this. We’ll see how it goes. Maybe the next comeback will absolutely blow me away.

My Top 5 songs are Lovesong, Run Away, Thursday’s Child Has Far To Go, Dear Sputnik, and Maze In The Mirror, with Skipping Stones as an honorable mention. TXT gets an 8.75 out of 10 from me, which, again, is a surprise for both of us. I do love synth, rock pop, and disco, and I’m excited by the fact that they’ve already written a bunch of songs. Here’s hoping that they keep getting better and they end up getting as much creative freedom as some entirely self-produced groups.

We’ll be covering a girl group next week (that was supposed to be a one parter but accidentally became two posts long, oops), so stay tuned! Tschüss!

#k-pop #review #k-pop deep dive #k pop boy groups #txt #tomorrow x together #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #soobin #heuningkai #chasing that feeling #run away #lovesong #sugar rush ride #can’t you see me #Spotify

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Decided to make my own interpretations/redesigns/rewrites of the Aphmau characters. Right now I only have the mys s1 aph-house housemates redesigned, but I have a lot, and I mean A LOT, of stuff for other characters.

Aphmau

She/Her

Minecraft Diaries: Kinda more longer, tangled hair. I kept her markings but I'm gonna be honest I didn't look at a reference to see if they were correct. I just kinda winged it. I'll probably change them to her actual ones. Also her eyes are kinda more vacant since she doesn't appear as lively (or at least as happy) as her counterpart. Has a lot more scars, mostly from recklessness and lack of awareness. Her palms have calluses from all the work she does.

I also wanna say that I imagine her earlier outfits to be significantly less purple, but as she gains more and more influence as a political leader she is able to afford adding purple to her daily wardrobe. Also she gets a damn haircut.

Mystreet: Shorter and neater hair. Kept her bangs from her earlier skins because I love them. Happier eyes too. I decided to just do her galaxy sweater since I just thought it suits her the best. I don't know if I wanna keep the whole werewolf side plot with her since it... really isn't that big of a deal for her. But I decided to just sketch out what her hair and ears would look like in S6. They fade to gray. Also her hair is significantly shorter because idk it's more convenient or it hides her identity. I just thought she'd look cute :)

As for her personality she is a lot less like her S3+ self and more S1-S2. She's more sarcastic and mature instead of... whatever the future seasons offered. I'm gonna be frank I don't like how often she was babied in later seasons, it made her dynamics with others (especially Aaron) weird.

Katelyn

She/They

Minecraft Diaries: Half shaved hair that's also braided because I thought it'd look badass and would suit their rough, unapproachable exterior. She doesn't have many scars, mainly cause it's more likely she'd beat you to unconsciousness than it is to scar her. I imagine the one on her cheek to be something from one of the other jury members or Zane himself. She also has a large scar on their right arm and bruises on their fists. Also yeah that's how I'm drawing the armor for the jury of nine. The armor itself is tinted by their respective color (in Katelyn's case, it's blue).

Her personality is mainly the same as canon I think. She's kinda awkward and does have people's best interest at heart, they really just don't know how to show it.

Mystreet: Pretty similar to canon. Although I should say that the reason the hair colors are pretty different is because she adds highlights to her hair. I think it was said during early S3 or during one of the moving episodes. They also have brown eyes because I can't stand the blue on blue on blue I'm sorry.

As for her personality they're kinda more laid back in comparison to canon. I do wanna keep her journey / character development though. Also less uhhh """"tsundere"""". I'm sorry but there's only like three tsunderes in fiction that I can tolerate. Also they're a grown twenty-something year old. She's staying as a giant nerd though. Love it when she's cringe fail <3

Nana/KC

She/Her

Pan

Minecraft Diaries: Long, brown hair. Does it make sense for it to be long? Probably not. However I make the rules and I decided she would be really pretty with long hair. Her clothes aren't as vibrant though. Also they are actually medieval because what the hell was her S1 and S3 outfits?? Her S2 dress was gorgeous.

Her character is kinda different in my version. She's still bubbly, but not to Mystreet degree. She mellows out during between S1 and S2 (mainly because NT surpasses her in terms of energy). She's also just a regular baker and not a fUCKING MAID??? Also she knows forbidden magic oops. Because of that she's also a lot more careful and a little paranoid.

Mystreet: She dies her hair bright ass bubble gum pink </3. Definitely to appear cuter. Also, small detail, but she paints her nails/claws light pink too. All in all there's a fuck ton of pink. I decided to just draw her S3 outfit because it's actually really cute. I gave her earrings as well. As for her S6 design, she's growing out her roots to kinda 'blend in'. I have some doodles of some ideas of post-S6 that I wanna recreate because they're cute and. YEah. I spent a lot of time for Nana.

Her personality early on is just as unbearable, but not as criminal, y'know? In my rewrite she was basically raised by the internet, so to speak, and adopted fandom culture heavily. She eventually started replacing herself with her online identity. I could make a much longer and more detailed post later if anyone's interested! Anyway, she later grows and becomes a better person.

Vylad

They/Them

Pan

Minecraft Diaries: Slightly longer hair that covers their face. I gave them a lot of belts. Is it practical? Probably not. Do they look cool? ...Idk. I don't have much to say for their appearance, I kinda just went with 'rule of cool'. I will say, they probably have a fucking lot of scars, especially around their wrists and ankles (shackles) and chest (stabbed).

Idk what EXACTLY I want their personality to be, but they're a lot more serious. They're still a little bit of a socially awkward dork, but it's covered up by their mysterious aura. Somewhat.

Mystreet: Alright I'm gonna be honest I was running low on ideas. This is probably their most 'approachable' look, or like. The outfit they wear at family reunions. I firmly believe Vylad is a dark academia enjoyer. Also they're wearing those stupid little boots and it makes them look taller. ALSO you can't see it (mainly cause idk what I want it to look like yet), but they have matching tattoos with the SKs and Laurance. They were going to do piercings but didn't want to commit.

As for their personality... it's basically same as canon. Or like. Aligned with canon. Just add some unnecessary angst because I like drama.

So yeah. I hope everyone enjoys :)

#aphmau #minecraft diaries #mystreet #katelyn the firefist #nana ashida #vylad ro'meave #please tell me if i should infodump all of my rewrite ideas and headcanons please pelase :)))))#i really like them a very normal amount

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-My name is pecan, and I also sometimes go as pecanpie. Other aliases include: Cherry Ferry Fantasia. Choose wisely how you refer to me- or don’t, I don’t even exist!

-I’m 19 and female, you can use whatever pronouns when referring to me, but I usually go by she/her 🪭🪭🪭

-ADHD

-aroace, with a hint of bisexuality.

-My hobbies include: drawing, writing (though I rarely ever do finish my pieces let alone publish them) collecting worthless garbage, listening to music and blowing my eardrums out, being an eternal pain in the ass to deal with, thrifting, sitting on porches, smoking winstons, masquerading as a sane individual, dressing up, and trying out new things because I am an avid dopamine chaser. woohoo!

Things I like: Pretentious media, throwing pitchforks at rich priests, consumerism, otome games, douma, buddhism, echo rose, religious studies, args, reaching divinity, shitty manga, maximalism in every sense, bedazzled stuff, money, getting tacky nails, the roaring 20’s, 1950’s femme fashion, old era aesthetics, boutique shops, leopard print, grandma couches, pathetic wet sop characters and a lot more.

-I have two cats, Mochi and Waffles. The bloodline ends with yours truly.

Fandoms I’m currently active in; Obey Me! Shall We Date, Demon Slayer, and Stephanie Lawson Stevens. I may consider writing for the first two, but I won’t set that in stone yet.

Movies I like: Pink Flamingos, No Country For Old Men, Helter Skelter, Pulp Fiction, All the Boys Love Mandy Lane, Girl Interrupted, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders, Spun, Gummo, Last Night in Soho, Fruit of Wonder, Elephant (2003) - will be updated the more I get my hands on anything new that tickles my fancy.

My taste in music: I’m pretty versatile when it comes to what I prefer, so it could range from bimbo-pop to classical music. Anything that sounds good to me I like. I mostly listen to 50’s housewife songs and lady Gaga, though.

-I’m a big fan of indie art and surrealism. Filmmaking as well. Shaye Saint John and Mouchette.org are a few of my favorites.

-I like mortuary work and autopsies. I hold the death industry in high regards- not everyone is willing to work with corpses.

-huge GIGANTIC douma fan. anything and everything douma related I will not hesitate to engage with, he’s my little guy.

- heart sunglasses ambassador (this is my trademark) ❤️

-Polka dot prints and faux fur are resounding yesses.

-You know Florence? (If you get the reference.)

-I think vintage pill cases are lovely.💋

-I have the response time of a limp dick. I either respond in less than a second or only after 3 business months.

-I’ve been working on my new oc line on and off for a few months now, called FEAR & LOATHING in JERUSALEM. artblock is a massive bitch, but stuff is in progress.

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Losing My Cool

A debate breaks out at my office once a week.

It always starts with Brad, the portrait of a male executive, and his booming voice echoing around the space as people join in.

Beyonce or Taylor Swift?

I was new to the office when it first started. It was office chit-chat at first. Water-cooler chatter born from something Brad’s wife saw on TikTok. It was a dumb debate made up of parasocial facts and made-up figures. Easy celebrity gossip. They are both billionaires who probably wouldn’t be affected if an average white guy named “Brad” railed against them.

It wasn’t until last week when Brad came in smelling of condescension and phrased it differently.

“Who is cooler: Beyonce or Taylor Swift?”

The debate was months old, a revival of a hot topic from the summer of 2023 that has now become a relic of a pop culture reference. Still, Brad was so excited that he pounced on me when I didn’t answer.

“Come on,” Brad said. “Everyone knows who is cooler. Just say it.”

Everyone else in the office said it: Beyonce’s cooler. Then, their moment of antagonized fun was over, and they went back to typing. The bullpen of onlookers watched and waited: they wanted me to say that Taylor Swift was lame and uncool, and I would get extra points if I joined in with a “she can’t even sing.”

But, I didn’t say anything.

This is how I learned that I never really knew what cool was anyway.

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I stopped being honest about what I thought was “cool” when I was thirteen.

It all hit me when I was in sixth grade. I had a mild, middle-school crush on a boy from my math class. In the hallway before class, we exchanged iPods and flirted in the lackluster, sweaty way that only middle schoolers do. One day, he laughed when he saw my most recently played music.

“Beyonce? She always sounds the same,” he said to me. “Try The Front Bottoms.”

I loved Beyonce at that age. The morning before, I had practiced her vocal runs on “Halo” until my brother told me that I was annoying. It was the same year that “Single Ladies” swept YouTube, driving people into a craze of black leotards and obscene moves. That year, I was obsessed with Beyonce.

Then, I was embarrassed. A boy my age spoke with conviction and authority about Beyonce’s value and, suddenly, it all dropped in front of me. He was an arbiter of taste and a definer of what was good. I was in the wrong with him.

Cool was an underground band that no one had heard of, someone on the fringes or up and up that would have a one-hit moment and retire. Beyonce was too Sasha Fierce. She was in a girl band and how lame is that, right?

Every other bubble gum pop icon: Ariana Grande, Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus, Nicki Minaj, or any other powerful, femme hitmaker was an unspoken no. My first generation iPod touch full of teeny boppers was dull, so banal to him.

That boy never spoke to me outside of class again, but I didn’t try anymore. I learned a lesson I would never unlearn that day: as a girl, you can never do or have anything “cool.”

—

Cool is a judgment on women and non-binary people. It is the chill, subtle way of saying ��This is what I think is right. Here is where you are not that. Uncool- bad.”

Most women and non-binary people have defenses against this, an equally subtle counter-move of avoidance. Most men won’t see it in plain sight, but it is in every conversation: an unwillingness to share because they do not want to be contemptuous. It is laid out like a response sheet: if he says A, then the answer is B. A perfect example comes from “What is your favorite movie?”

“What is your favorite movie?”

The answer is not: “It’s Little Women.”

The correct answer is: “Oh. What’s yours?”

If they say “Pulp Fiction,” then the answer is: “True Romance.”

So on and so forth.

It might read like a cheat sheet, but it’s something women everywhere have done since the dawn of time: dodging the judgment of men by omission.

—

I fell in love for the first time when I was a senior in college. Scratch that; I fell in deep infatuation with a boy who called me when he was drunk to tell me how funny I was. He had the look of a tall-dark-and-handsome Peter Parker. That year, I had dyed my hair seventeen times to make sure it was the right kind of Mary Jane red so it felt written in the stars.

Matt was a fraternity boy, obnoxiously always drunk but turning each moment into a funny story that I could relay to female friends later so it felt worth it. Matt would play music constantly: in the shower, in the car, in my bed, as he was falling asleep, and I was wide awake listening to his Goth Babe remixes. He was cool about music in that he had good taste and was judgmental about it. We connected when I said that I listened to Open Mic Eagle.

I never told him that, before I met him on weekends, I blasted and screamed Taylor Swift.

One night, after too many whisky sours, I followed him back home, walking ten steps behind like a puppy waiting to be praised or kicked. Matt played Poo Shiesty on the way home, blasting “Back In Blood” through his water-damaged speakers. We were halfway through the uphill walk through the Midwest winter when the song started for a fourth time.

“Again?” I asked.

“You don’t like Pooh Shiesty now?” Matt asked. He had been dancing in the snow moments before, but he stopped as soon as I spoke, looking at me with accusation.

“I liked it the first time,” I said.

“What do you want to listen to then?” Matt asked.

“Try ‘Cruel Summer,’” I said with a smile. I said it like a joke, knowing Matt would never play Taylor Swift, not even for me. A part of me hoped he would say: “Whatever you want, babe.”

He didn’t. He laughed and then mimed vomiting.

“What the fuck?” he said.

I started to argue but realized I would never win. I let him lecture me on why Taylor Swift was dumb; a graceless lack of musical talent, in his opinion. How could I, someone interested in music, like something like that? Was I so basic? Was I serious? I couldn’t have been serious, in his opinion. If I was serious, that was gross.

He kept playing “Back In Blood” until we got to my house. I told him I was tired and he left, bouncing to a party down the block while still blasting the same song.

I fell asleep crying to “champagne problems.”

—

In 2017, Ed Sheeran released his studio album “Divide.” It had top hits like “Shape of You” and “Perfect” that repeated on the radio until listeners knew every chord. People who worked in customer service at this time could probably recite every word of the “Perfect” chorus like it was slam poetry because that is how much recognition it got.

The same year, Bruno Mars released 24K Magic. This album and its titular groove, “24k Magic,” had high highs: the best example being when Zendaya performed the song on Lip Sync Battle, clad in an ensemble that made her look just like Bruno. Each song on the album is catchier than the last. The album quickly became a part of pop culture, leading teens to my high school to ask each other to prom with signs that read “You’re What I Like” while blasting the song “That’s What I Like.”

Both of these albums outperformed their previous hits. Both of these men launched international tours in March of 2017. Both of these men made millions on their songs, merch, and overall success of the tour.

Not once in 2017 was I asked: “Ed Sheeran or Bruno Mars?”

—

“Just say it,” Brad said. He focused more directly on me this time, leaning against my desk as he spoke.

“Beyonce or Taylor Swift?”

I bit down on my tongue and tried not to react too visually.

I knew I couldn’t say Taylor Swift. I thought this would be over with the overwhelming success and fun of the Eras tour, the release and re-release of records like they were being made overnight, and the obvious love that most women had for her collection of work on full display. Still, most men loved to hate her. The groups of co-workers who stared at me, waiting for me to answer, were the same people who had spent months complaining about how she “ruined the Chiefs game.”

It felt equally unfair to say Beyonce. It was only a decade before that people refused to think of her as anything more than a pop act. The launch of the Lemonade album coupled with an insane Coachella performance and hit after hit asserted Beyonce as a force to be reckoned with always. It also cemented her as a cultural icon. Yet, these men were choosing her as cool now only because they wanted to pit one woman against another.

Could Beyonce not have her success? Did she have to be compared? Or was she being compared simply to bring Taylor down?

Both of these women were billionaires and record breakers and instead of celebrating that, all of the men around me were putting them in a hypothetical cage match and making me choose.

Could we not let both these women have success and celebrate them for it? No, this was America’s new favorite misogynistic pastime and I had to participate. But, no matter what way I answered, I was losing.

I had been losing for years. Every time I’d changed my answer to appease a man, borrowed his opinion as mine to avoid being judged, or bitten my tongue so I’d be considered “cool” came flooding back to me.

I was never cool, but I had been playing it for years. Now, I was exhausted.

Brad looked at me, still waiting for me to answer. I shook my head.

It was never worth an answer.

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Midnight lovers _ part 1

Pairing : jungkook x demigod oc

Jungkook pov

I breathed in the cold air as I hugged my coat closer to my body, my boss had called me in for a shift on my day off ... I worked at a small Cafe 10 minutes away from the apartment I shared with my friends " thank God, I'm sorry for calling you in but Jen called in sick " my boss explained when I entered through the back door , I pulled my coat off and relaxed at the warm temperature inside the Cafe " its fine , I didn't have any plans today " I spoke as I grabbed my pen and notepad . I took orders for a couple of teenagers that had just finished school and some for business people before I noticed a young blonde woman sitting in the corner " how long has she been here " I turned and asked my boss , he glanced over to where I was looking " came in just before you did " was his answer before he went into the back room . I turned my attention towards the next teen waiting to be served " large iced chocolate " she ordered with a loud voice popping the bubble gum she was chewing " that would be $5 dollars " I spoke politely but the loud chewing made my nose scrunch " seriously , I can get it for $3.50 down the road " the dark haired teen complained about the price " I'm sorry I don't decide the price " I explained calmly trying to stop my eyes from rolling " whatever " she groaned before slapping five dollars on the counter.

I started to make the iced chocolate before turning to see the blonde from the corner waiting to be served " hi what can I get for you " I asked slightly forgetting the pervious order , blue/Grey eyes meet my brown ones as the blonde looked at me " can I please get a Carmel latte extra large " she spoke softly, I smiled slightly before telling her the total " where are you from " I asked out of curiosity as she definitely wasn't from around here " oh I'm from Australia, I've been here about a year " she admitted handing me the $6 dollars " oh wow we don't normally get Australians around these parts of Seoul, I'm jungkook by the way " I introduced myself as I put the money in the til " river " was the reply I received as the corners or her bow shaped lips turned up in a smile , I swear my heart wanted to jump out of my chest at the rate it picked up just by her smile " ah I'm still waiting for my order " the rude teen interrupted with a groan , I winched slightly at the loud tone " I'm sorry " I apologized before turning back to finish the iced chocolate " I'll bring your order to you " I informed river .

I placed the iced chocolate on the counter for the teen before moving towards river " here's your Carmel latte, I'm so sorry about our conversation being interrupted" I apologized placing the cup on the table, she smiled slightly before speaking " no worries , maybe she likes you " river teased referring to the dark haired teen who was currently watching us " well unfortunately for her I'm not interested " I admitted, this made river eyebrow rise slightly " ah do you have a partner then " river questioned before sipping on her drink " no I'm single " was my answer. I've had a couple girlfriends but they weren't exactly what I was looking for, wanted someone that cared for me as much as I did for them , someone who loved me for me . My attention was pulled from my thoughts when the bell above the door rang " I better get back to doing my job " I spoke towards river before moving back behind the counter.

When closing time came around I noticed a piece of paper sitting on the table river was at , I smiled when I read the writing.. she had given me her number. Tucking the paper into my jeans pocket , I locked the door and started my walk home . The sky was beginning to darken and the air was even colder, I wish brought my gloves but I didn't think I'd need them .. I was releaved once I reached the door to my shared apartment and the warmth hit my face when I pushed it open " I'm home " I called out to my friends but was only met by one voice " how was work " taehyung asked still focusing on the TV " cold and had a rude customer, where's jimin " I spoke as I let my body fall onto the empty space on the sofa " went to his friends " taehyung replied as he picked up the remote to flick from the channels " have you ever met this friend of his " I questioned thinking about how neither of us have ever seen him with other people besides our mutual friends that live on the floor above us " no , he always has a reason why he doesn't let us " taehyung answered honestly, he was right every time we asked jimin always had an excuse.

" maybe he's secretly dating them " I suggested with a slight laugh.

After taehyung had gone to his room I remembered the paper in my pocket, I typed the number into my phone before putting the paper back so taehyung wouldn't find it .

Me : Hi it's jungkook

River : Hi 👋 for a bit I was worried you didn't get the piece of paper

Me : well I did since I'm messaging you lol , sorry I was watching YouTube with my friend

River : lol true , no worries I was doing the same anyway 😄

Me : if you don't mind me asking how old are you

River : I'm 25 , you

Me : the same 😊

River : nice 👌

Me : what are you doing tomorrow?

River : I'm babysitting , what about you

Me : that sounds nice , I'm not sure yet I'm not working tomorrow

River : ah okay , I have to go sorry I'm unfortunately needed

Me : no worries, goodnight

River : goodnight jungkook

I smiled locking my phone and laid down on my bed , I listened to the light sound of the rain hitting the window.... I didn't even notice the rain until now .

River's pov

I'm glad my cousin recommended the Cafe to me or I wouldn't have meet jungkook . I had been living in Seoul with my cousin for a year but I've never seen someone as handsome as jungkook. I took notice of his black hair , the small freckle under his lip , his smile.

" what's got you so happy " my cousin Vanessa questioned from her spot on at the table " I met someone " I admitted as looked at my brunette cousin, who watched me with a smirk " that's amazing is he cute " she questioned as she released her wiggled her eyebrows " very " I replied making her giggle like a school girl " are you going to tell what you are " was the next thing that came out of her mouth. I looked at Vanessa like she was a 5 headed dragon " I've only just met him and no he'd freak out " my voice raised slightly higher in defense.

" he might find tattooed demigods hot " Vanessa suggested with a shrug , I can't believe this women... I'm lucky to even have a best friend that didn't run away when he found out but I doubt I'd get a boyfriend.

" I'm going to bed, I need the energy to deal with your daughter " I spoke as I stood up and walked around the table to head down the hallway.

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