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#let me hyperfixate on this asshole

spiceferret · 5 days

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i would never wish whatever fucked up version of autism and adhd that i have on any artist ever. it is so infuriating that i can't draw better without practice, but not having motivation to ever draw anything that isn't what i explicitly want to draw. i can't really even use the 'do it bad' method because that also kills my motivation immediately and it's a forever cycle. And because my art has gotten better i also have 0 patience to draw half the time as well. i miss being shit at art and also 13 where i didnt care and just drew whatever in like 15 minutes

#sylv speaks #it wouldnt be so bad if it wasnt for the fact i consistently hyperfixate on my own ocs and i am the only one who can make content of them #but i cant make content of them because of The Loop #and no one else will gaf about them unless i draw/write for them #but I Cant #So i'm just sitting here with these fucking assholes in my brain taunting me at every moment because my brain hates me #my brain hates me and refuses to let me do anything i actually want to

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kleotheundeadone · 2 months

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Scenario: Teaching Alastor To Kiss

(A/N: This is based off of a previous post I made where I talked about how the main group would kiss, & I concluded that Alastor would be bad at it, lmao. I’m still a simp, so I gotta redeem him a little bit, pun totally intended. This may be ooc, but it’s my hyperfixation, & I shall do as I please with it)

“Remind me again, darling, what is the point of practicing such a trivial activity?”

You sighed a bit, rolling your eyes at the demonic deers tone. Perhaps you should have guessed that Alastor wouldn’t know how to kiss. He had (begrudgingly) admitted to having never been in a relationship before you, so it made sense that he had never been kissed before, & wouldn’t be sure how it works. But it would be nice if the egotistical asshole would shelve his pride for 5 seconds so you could help him through this. “Come on Alastor, kissing is just like any other skill. It takes practice, & patience. So if we’re gonna do this, you gotta work with me. It’s okay to not be good at it at first.”

A laugh track echoed around the room. “Ha! Oh, you truly do know just how to make me laugh, my dear! As if mashing one's face with another requires much skill. What a ridiculous notion all together!” You rolled your eyes. Why were you bothering with him again? You almost decide to just give up entirely before feeling his hand carefully take hold of yours, pulling your attention back to him. “But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to subject myself to such foolish flights of fancy. If only just this once.” You smiled softly at him, slowly placing your hand on his cheek. The sound of radio static filled the room for a moment, before lulling down into a subtle hum. “If you don’t wanna do this,” You murmured, squeezing his hand slightly in an effort to calm him. “It’s okay. We really don’t have to.” There was a beat of silence, save for the gentle hum of static, before he nodded, his smile strained. You wouldn’t lie & say it was perfect at first- A couple instances of uncomfortable teeth kissing, fumbling at trying to carefully instruct him on how to hold his head, & reminders to keep his lips closed, but after a few minutes, there was a very noticeable improvement.

“You’re doing much better,” You smiled, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “Lets give it one more try, alright?” You could feel the air around you buzzing around erratically as the grating sound of radio static filled the room, but nonetheless, Alastor kept on a brave smile & nodded once again, shutting his eyes & leaning forward like you had taught him to. You press your lips softly against his, eyes fluttering shut as you shut out the world & focused on the feeling of his mouth against yours. His kiss was soft, careful, & dare you say unsure. There was a vulnerability in it that was completely out of character for the radio demon. Had anyone else ever been with him in such a revealing state? You knew all too well the answer was no. The fact he was here with you like this was… Would it be too cliche to describe it as... Heavenly? The gentle hum of the radio static turns into the soft melody of strings & what you could have sworn was a saxophone. Was- Was he playing slow jazz??? You chuckled softly, pulling away as a consequence of your giggles. Alastor's ears twitched back & forth slightly as he laughed right along with you. "Forgive me darling, but the silence was dreadful! I simply had to do something about it before it killed me. Again!" You shook your head in disbelief as you reached the end of your little giggle fit, playfully nudging his side. "That's fair. Even I feel a bit awkward when kissing someone in total silence." Alastor hummed softly, stroking your cheek before grabbing you by the jaw, placing his other hand on the small of your back as his smile stretched out wide across his face, his crimson gaze glowing eerily. "Well then, I suppose we'll just have to make some noise, won't we my dear?"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #i desire him carnally #i was this close to having him say “my deer” instead of “my dear”#not sure why i didn't #i regret it

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urgonnaneedabiggership · 11 months

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Host of a Ghost

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language. Spoilers (Miguel's backstory is mentioned). Mild violence. Very, very light mention of a foiled SA (not to reader). Some angst.

Word count: 4.1K

Short A/N: This man has become my hyperfixation since I watched the movie and I'd been wanting to write something with him and today finally the muse came to me do I deliver you this decent-sized thing I wrote. Hope you like it <3

PART II

“Unusual” wasn’t a word you would’ve used to describe your life at all. At least not until about a year ago.

It was unusual to find a spider with such an odd color palette roaming your apartment since you were used to more dull-colored typical critters. It was also unusual that you didn’t panic enough to turn the apartment upside down to look for the thing before it bit you, but there was too much work to do, and a million notes from Dr. Connors to go over. It was equally unusual that you hadn’t rushed to the hospital the minute you noticed the tiny marks on your thigh.

“I mean, if it was really dangerous, it would have hurt more.” Was your reasoning to ignore it and keep scanning the pages before you. Nobody said pursuing a Ph.D. was without sacrifice.

By the time you tried to stand up to make more coffee just to end up collapsing on your kitchen floor, it was much too late.

From then on, “unusual” was pretty much every day’s motto.

Having a nightmare that night about being suffocated and unable to escape just to wake up hanging upside down and wrapped in sticky shit was the first clue. Turns out you were actually able to produce said sticky shit at will in the shape of a thin thread, then you discovered the wall-climbing abilities, and before you knew it you were roaming the city at night trying to get comfortable threading between the tall buildings, running across rooftops and challenging yourself to climb this or that building as fast as you could. You felt indestructible, alive. It was wonderful.

You’d never forget the night of your first save either. For several reasons.

It was an ordinary night, right before returning to your apartment, when a violent shiver abruptly ran up your spine and every cell in your body commanded you to stop. When you did, a scuffle in a nearby alley caught your eye. A young girl was violently shoved against a wall by a man who pressed his hand against her mouth. The same second his hand came dangerously close to the zipper of her jacket, you practically tackled him from above and pinned him against the ground, having no clue of what to do besides throwing punches at his face until you knocked him out. A whimper coming from a dumpster behind made you realize you had an audience.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, remembering your uncovered face, the only solution at hand is to wrap your scarf around your head to try and hide as much as possible, “Oh god this feels too much like cultural appropriation for my taste,” You kept nervously rambling to yourself as you slowly approached the dumpster.

“Um…hi,” You greeted, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Being met with nothing but silence, you were about to leave when a soft voice replied.

“No. He didn’t. Thank you so much.”

“Is there…I don’t know; is there somebody you want me to call?”

“I want to call my mom.” She replied, her voice still shaking, “He took my phone.”

“Right. Phone. Okay.” You quickly made your way back to the unconscious man and pawed his clothes looking for it. He let out a groan in protest.

“Yeah it doesn’t feel right, does it asshole?” You muttered as you retrieved it from one of his pockets. Then you shoved him onto his stomach to tie his hands and legs behind his back before returning to the girl.

“Here. It still works,” You just held it over the dumpster, seeing nothing but her pale hand as it reached out to take it before you took a few steps back.

“No, wait,” She immediately pleaded, “Please don’t leave me alone with him.”

“Like hell I am. I’m staying right here.”

So you waited with her until the police arrived. However, the minute you saw the flickering lights and heard the approaching siren, you retreated into the dark part of the alley and climbed onto the nearest building to escape through the rooftops.

It wasn’t until you were back in your apartment that you realized you’d been smiling all the way home. Carefully shutting the window behind you, you let yourself fall onto the couch and screamed joyfully, the pillow muffling the sound.

She was okay. A person was okay because you could intervene and do something about it.

However, a new wave of shivers flooded your veins so abruptly that you sat down immediately.

“Yeah, I know how that feels,” Came a feminine voice from the unlit kitchen, “Being able to help, I mean.”

You scrambled to your feet and started walking backward. However, the voice didn’t remain hidden for too long. A woman emerged from the shadows, dressed in red with a yellow hairband pushing her near-afro hair back. She greeted you with a soft smile.

“Your reflexes need polishing,”

“My…?” You repeated, dumbfounded.

“And you have to learn how to fight properly. Randomly throwing punches isn’t always going to cut it,”

“I’m sorry, who are you? Why are you in my apartment? Were you following me? Do you know about…?”

“Whoa, slow down, kid. I know you have questions, and I might be able to help you with that. But you’re going to have to come with me.”

“Alright, I’ll…let me just get my car keys,”

“Oh, sweetie,” The woman said in between laughs, not malicious but truly amused, “You have so much to learn,”

You were starting to wonder why she had elongated that “o” like that until, after pressing a few buttons on the device around her wrist, something that you would’ve described as a “black hole on LSD” erupted in the middle of your living room.

That night you learned that her name was Jessica Drews and that she was completely right about you having so much to learn. With a four-second-o.

Over the following months, you became capable of things you didn’t think possible. Walls that took you a minute to climb became easy obstacles that didn’t take up more than fifteen seconds of your time, your fighting skills had also improved exponentially under Jess’s tutelage, and of course, going from a life where you could count your friends with less than one hand to being constantly surrounded by amazing (no pun intended) Spider-People who not only understood the changes you were going through but warmly welcomed you into their circle was more than you could’ve asked for.

Well, perhaps some more willingly than others. And by others you meant him.

He, who seemed to be always around, silently watching but never intervening.

He, who despite being allegedly “always locked up in his lab” always seemed to personally oversee your training since day one.

Whom you’d tried to greet as gleefully as you did the others just to receive, if anything, a vague nod of acknowledgment. In your first three months, you had spoken maybe four times. Well, you had. He only hummed, nodded, or answered in monosyllables. You knew better than to waste your energy with people like that, but for some reason you were unwilling to just accept Miguel O’Hara didn’t like you and that was that.

“For some reason” being code for “I’m one second away from fainting every time he as much as looks in my direction,”

You weren’t a child, for crying out loud. You were aware that no matter how cold, distant, and seemingly indifferent the leader of your new team was, he was an insanely attractive man. Even with the fangs…no, especially with the fangs, for some reason. His whole aura that screamed “completely-inaccessible-frighteningly-powerful-twice-my-size-man” had you harboring a huge crush on him within two months of meeting him. So painfully unrequited that it was embarrassing. Just the fact he could ignore your greetings and surely never think twice of it but you would spend the rest of the day wondering what you could’ve possibly said to make him at least say “hello” back made you want to scream into a pillow until your throat burned.

It was right up there with the time he’d muttered ‘much better’ when he saw you land a kick you’d been practicing and those three seconds kept playing on your head for the rest of the week.

The night of your first mission you decided you were going to prove your worth, not to your crush but to your team leader.

“I told him you’re ready,” Jess said with a proud smile, “He’s going to call you in sometime throughout the day to let you know where you’ll be going and with whom, probably me. How do you feel?”

“Excited, I guess,” You replied, pressing your lips together anxiously, “Also nervous. I don’t want to screw this up.”

“With me as your mentor? That’s unlikely,” Jess replied with a wink, giving you an encouraging pat on your shoulder as she walked away.

However, the day continued normally. You did some assigned tasks here and there, which mostly included helping Spider-Byte to keep everything running smoothly given your background in the tech field. You grabbed lunch, then thought it would be a good idea to train some more before going away.

You were beginning to lose all hope when, as you leaned down to fix some wiring, Lyla popped right beside your head and called your name so loudly you hit your head against the metal and hissed. One year and still you hadn’t used to the way she appeared out of nowhere.

“Oops, sorry,” She promptly apologized, “Well you’ll have to walk that off, Miguel wants to see you STAT.”

“How am I supposed to walk a head injury off, Lyla?” You joked, rubbing your forehead as you rushed across the halls with the holographical figure floating after you.

“Not in my code,” She replied using her usual excuse.

When you walked into his working space, Miguel’s back was turned to you as he used a digital pen to do some annotations on what looked like blueprints of new equipment. After he didn’t react to your presence for a few seconds, you hesitantly walked closer and cleared your throat.

“That looks nice. Is it a new suit?” You asked, as always, trying to start a conversation.

“I just received an alert about the…” He stopped and sighed as if saying the silly nickname was physically painful to him, “…the Go-Home-Machine. It said there was a small power overload since we sent back that Vulture from the 192-011 Universe.”

“Yeah, but Byte and I are already working on that and it should be fully functional by tomorrow morning,” You replied, a bit confused as to what that had to do with your mission.

“Good. Let me know as soon as it’s fixed.” Miguel hastily replied, not even turning to face you until a whole minute passed and he realized you were still standing there. Even then, he just barely turned his head.

“That’s all, (Y/N). Thank you.”

That’s all? What do you mean that’s all?

“Was there something else you wanted to do?” He asked. Shit. You’d said that out loud.

“I…Jessica told me that I’m ready to go on a mission and that today you…”

“I said I would think about it, and I have.”

He fell silent again. No matter how attractive he was, you were starting to truly get pissed at his stupid theatrical antics.

“And?”

“And the answer’s no. You’re not ready yet.”

That felt like all the disappointments in your entire life added up and multiplied by ten. Especially because of how easily he dismissed you despite being aware of how hard you’d worked, how many nights you decided to forgo hours of sleep just to train and polish every movement until it was as close to flawless as you could.

“Not ready yet?” You practically hissed in a voice you almost didn’t recognize. Hell, it was enough for him to put down the pen. “Not ready yet? That kid Pavitr has been here for what? A month? And he’s already going off on missions. Alone, I might add!”

Unsurprisingly, he did not answer.

“And he’s very, very good, I’m not saying he isn’t. But I’m just as good. And more experienced, both at being here and at being a Spider-Person. I have completed every training scenario you’ve thrown my way, worked my ass off to understand every bit of information regarding interdimensional traveling, and studied the protocol to control anomalies, what is it that you still need me to prove?”

He took a deep breath. So deep that his shoulders rose, flexing the muscles of his back in such a way that if you hadn’t been so angry, you would’ve been too distracted to keep arguing. Even with your blood boiling, you couldn’t help but stare and feel your stomach tense at the sight.

“Do you like being part of this team, (Y/N)? Do you like training in our headquarters, having access to all our information, and maintaining contact with the other members of this society?”

“Of course I do,” You replied immediately. Slowly, Miguel turned around to face you completely and walked towards you, descending the two small steps that separated you until he stood towering over you. Even if your knees were about to give in to this unexpected closeness, this wasn’t the time to fold. You held his glare defiantly and folded your arms in an attempt to mentally guard yourself against him.

“Then I suggest you get in line and do as you’re told,” He said in a low voice. But it wasn’t threatening, or condescending. It was an odd, flat tone. Tired, perhaps. Almost as if…as if he was reprimanding you against his will.

He was almost unbearably close. You could feel his breath hitting your face. If right then all logic flew out of the window and you stood on your tiptoes you could…

“I’ll do that when you’ve earned my respect, and I have a policy of reciprocity when it comes to respect, Miguel. I’ve been in line for a year, I’ve listened, learned, and improved so much that if you’re still looking down on me, then it’s your problem, not mine. And no self-righteous, big-headed…”

“Just get out,” He cut you off, once again turning his back to you and walking towards the blueprints again.

“Oh no, I’m not finished…” You insisted, trying to follow him. However, as soon as you gave one step forward he turned around so violently that you stumbled backward and stared at him with something you hadn’t felt towards him up until then: fear.

“Yes, you are,” Was his only reply. As dull as the others.

While you could only see his face for a moment before he walked past you and left the room, something about his expression stuck with you even hours later, when you laid on your bed at night and combed through the scene over and over. You thought he would be fuming, maybe even shocked that you’d dared to talk to him like that. The last thing you expected was for him to look…upset. Hurt, even. The mere thought of you being able to hurt Miguel O’Hara was as ridiculous as imagining a goldfish fighting back against a shark. Still, you realized that even if you thought he was in the wrong, you felt bad about how things went down back there. You would never understand what being the leader of hundreds of super-powered people was like. Commanding each and directing their particular abilities as best as he could all while maintaining a vigilant eye on endless strings of causes and effects because he knew firsthand the consequences of being careless with them.

Even if he had made a mistake with you and of course you still wanted to address it later, right then all you wanted was to apologize.

And so, not even an hour later you were roaming the halls of the HQ, your heart beating furiously as you got closer to his quarters, wondering what you could even begin to say.

When the automatic doors slid open, you stepped inside and turned back to look as the doors closed behind you. Well, no turning back now.

“Miguel?” You called, looking around the large room, pondering whether a first-name basis was okay. After everything that had happened, going back to Mr. O’Hara sounded terribly stupid. Then your eyes landed on the row of screens where he spent most of his time. An extremely ill-timed wave of curiosity filled your chest as you approached them, taking another look at the seemingly empty room before stepping onto the platform. Getting bolder, you reached out your hand and brushed your fingertips across one of the screens. It immediately came to life with a blue glow, startling you and making you curse under your breath. You were about to look for a button to switch it off when a video started playing automatically from where he had left off. He was in it, holding a young girl. Miguel wasn’t just smiling. He was laughing. His laugh was exactly as you’d pictured it. Not particularly loud, but hearty and low. He had the kind of laugh that made you unwittingly smile as well as a newfound sympathy filled your chest as tears filled your eyes when you pictured that being taken from him just like that. How could one have a family, and then one day be completely alone and keep going?

With a renewed disposition to make things better between you, your hand reached out for the switch that would turn the screen off until a third voice piqued your interest. It belonged to whoever was holding the camera.

“Would you please stop hoarding her? I deserve some mother-daughter time too! Here, hold this thing and give her to me,” The voice said between laughs. There was something about that voice that made an extremely cold shiver run down your spine.

“Fine, you’re right. Bueno pues, mijita, ve con mamá, ¿quieres ir con mamá?”

The picture became blurry as the camera switched places with a giggling Gabriella, who could be briefly seen stretching her arms toward the third figure.

“Alright,” Came Miguel’s voice again, “But when I turn the camera towards you I want both of you to blow Daddy a kiss, can you do that for me?”

Without waiting for an answer, he turned the camera around.

And then you found yourself staring into your own eyes. They weren’t quite the same shade as yours, and “your” hair was styled differently. And “you” had freckles. But otherwise, it was like staring into an interdimensional mirror. Then, your voice spoke.

“Okay sweetie, let’s humor him, shall we? Blow Daddy a kiss. And another one from me because now I have to use both arms to hold you, my big girl!”

Miguel laughed again at the way his daughter’s face lit up at being called a “big girl”.

“¿Saben que las amo a las dos, verdad?”

“And Gabriella loves you too. I think you’re…nice enough.”

“(Y/N), I don’t think you marry somebody for ‘nice enough’, mi amor,”

“I love you too. Against my better judgment.”

With one last interrupted laugh, the video ended, and, in a cruel irony, the once again black screen showed your actual reflection.

Except this time, it wasn’t the only one. With a loud gasp, you turned around. After seeing him in that video, it became much more evident that the Miguel in it was nothing but a memory of the past. And in a matter of seconds, everything shifted into place like a gloomy puzzle. His expression was unreadable, though he wasn’t even looking at you. His eyes were fixed on the empty screen.

“I wasn’t supposed to ever see that, was I?” Was the only thing that came to your mind after a lengthy, tense silence.

“What good would it have done?” He replied, almost numbly.

“So that’s why you’ve always…stared?” You kept pushing. Against your better judgment, you thought.

“It was at first,” Came his only response. Like always, it seemed like you would have to tear the answers off him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, turning your head to look for his eyes. Even then, something warm filled your chest. Something that made your heart beat so quickly you felt as if it would stop at any moment, and it spread all over you no matter how much you tried to fend it off. Hope.

Surprisingly, this time he caved in and looked at you. Still, the answer never came. For the first time in all the time you’d known him, Miguel O’Hara was at a loss for words. And that said more than anything he could’ve come up with.

“And you expect me to believe that, by sheer chance, you happened to catch feelings for somebody who is practically your wife’s interdimensional twin?”

“It sounds so much worse when you say it like that,” Was that a hint of a smile? An attempt at a joke? One year and the only time he’d bothered to be decent to you was when you were talking about how much you looked like her?

With an annoyed look, you moved away from him and started to make your way to the exit.

“Do you think I wanted this?” He spoke rather loudly, his whispers going out of the window as he started to follow you across the room.

Miguel O’Hara following you to keep you from leaving. Just hours before you would’ve died of happiness at the mere thought of this scenario. Right now, your brain was a flurry of thoughts and emotions that you didn’t know how to handle.

“I was doing an amazing job at keeping my distance. Watching you from afar, seeing you laugh, grow, win everybody over with that awfully big heart of yours, and still I reined myself in,” He continued, “Today’s the perfect example. You thought I didn’t respect you, for fuck’s sake! I respect you so much that every single day I have ignored you and pretended you are nothing but another face in the halls. Damn it, (Y/N), I couldn’t even look you in the eye when for months you’ve been all I’ve wanted. All because I didn’t know if I loved you or what was left of her. And I didn’t want you to get involved in shit that’s mine to figure out.”

Hearing him not only withdraw his previous statement of you not being capable of doing things and accepting the problem was his and not yours made you stop in your tracks.

Fine, the sudden (though odd) love declaration had something to do with it too.

“So you don’t think I’m not ready?” You asked, turning around and even taking some steps towards him.

“Are you serious? I’ve watched you closely all these months. You learn in days what others do in weeks. You push yourself way more than so many of our members and yet I’ve never, ever seen you become overconfident. Today you never said you knew everything. You said you knew enough.”

This time, it was you who remained silent. There was something else you wanted him to elaborate on, and from the look in his eyes, you realized he knew damn well what it was.

“You were right. The problem wasn’t yours. It was mine all along. I could manage to push you away and keep my feelings at bay. But knowing that you were eventually going to go out there and take so many risks...worst case scenario, you could get hurt or not come back at all. That was too much for me to handle, s’all.”

“Were you afraid of losing me…?” You started to ask just for him to interrupt you.

“Yes. Very much.” However, you lifted a hand to stop him. You weren’t finished.

“Were you afraid of losing me, or were you afraid of losing her again, Miguel?”

Three seconds later, when no answer came out of his mouth, you were about to turn around once again when he rushed and stood in front of you. For a second, you thought he was going to grab your shoulders to keep you in place. Not wanting to come off as if he was forcing you to stay, his hands just hovered on both sides of your shoulders without touching you.

“Listen, she wasn’t a picky eater like you are. But I swear that woman never drank enough water and every time I see you there’s either a bottle in your hand or laying around. And she was so, so messy. It took us at least ten minutes to find the keys every single time…and Spider-Byte said you sort your tools by size and color. Color. (Y/N), I don’t think even I…”

“Are you getting somewhere with this?”

“You’re not her, (Y/N). You have never been, and you never will, I know that. I want you to know that I wouldn’t want you to be any other way. I love you.”

After that, he moved out of the way and folded his arms.

“If you want to go back to your dimension and stay there for a while…or for good, I don’t know, I completely…”

“I love you too, you know?” You cut him off, pressing your lips together after blurting out the three words that’d been haunting you for the past months. Words that up until now you were sure would never leave your chest. When you turned to look at him, you saw in his eyes what minutes ago had filled yours. Hope.

God, his face was so hauntingly beautiful when his features softened.

“What do you want from me?” You finally asked him, your voice shaky from the effect you knew his answer would have regardless of what it was.

Miguel moved closer to you almost hesitantly, his eyes never leaving yours. When he was close enough, he reached out with both his hands and slid them up the back of your neck, his thumbs tucked in front of your ears as his warm palms engulfed the back of your head so he could hold you while he brought his face down to press his forehead against yours.

“Mi amor, I’d give you all I am and be happy with whatever you’re willing to give me for now,”

You knew it would take some time for you to get used to hearing him say things like that without wondering if you were the only one in his mind when he did. It would be a while until you felt completely certain that you were made of flesh and bone and not just a ghost in his eyes, but it would happen. You saw his eyes as he drew his face closer to yours and when your lips touched, you knew that it would definitely happen sooner or later. Until then, you thought as you stood on your tiptoes when he almost desperately pressed his lips onto yours, he was very much worth the wait.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x female reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv

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stvharrngton · 7 months

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kinktober: day nine

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: hate/angry sex

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, friends with benefits, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, dom!steve, use of the word slut

word count: 0.7k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley @steveshairspray

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Steve Harrington got on your nerves. Pushed all your buttons, had you wound tight and all irritated but that didn’t stop you from letting him drag you into the bathroom at the party you were both at. His hands on your waist, his lips on your neck.

It never stopped you from answering his phone calls at 2AM, never put you off enough to stop sneaking around behind your friends backs. There was just something addictive about him, no matter how much you disliked each other.

“Why were you dancing with that guy?” He asked between kisses, his teeth nipping at your neck, sucking and licking, surely leaving a mark.

“We’re not together, Steve. Remember?” You simply stated, one hand clutching at his shoulder, the other firmly planted in his hair, “I can dance with who I want.”

He scoffed at your admission, rolling his eyes, “But you don’t let just anyone touch you like this, right?” he stated, shoving his hand below your skirt and underneath your panties, letting his fingers slide through your folds, “No one fucks you the way I do, you got it?”

You chewed on your lip before you answered, your cheeks heating up, your eyes unable to meet Steve’s gaze, “You’re such an asshole, Steve.”

That was all you could say.

Next thing you knew, Steve had you bent over the bathroom counter. Your skirt fisted in his hand for leverage, your panties pulled down your ankles, Steve’s cock firmly inside your pussy. His hips were snapping against yours hard and fast, thankfully the loud boom of the music drowned out your wails and whimpers.

He pounded into you from behind, his hips slapping against your ass, the feeling all too intense as you cried out. Steve let his palm come down against the fat of your ass with a slap before he spoke,

“Fuck,” he groaned, it was long and drawn out, “no one gets to touch you like this, do they? Y’gonna tell me? Tell me who this pretty little pussy belongs to? Come on, sweetheart, tell me.”

You stammered out a string of incoherent words and whimpers before you could finally put together a response. Steve’s fingers gripping your hip too hard, his cock thrusting in and out of you too deliciously.

“I— shit, Steve!” you cried, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to regain any sort of composure you had before, “It’s yours, Steve, oh God, please, I’m yours.”

Steve could only smirk, knowing you would never dream of uttering those words, that you’re his, if you weren’t in the situation you currently found yourselves in. In someone’s bathroom at a party, with only each other on your minds, desperately chasing that ineffable high together.

“Good fucking girl,” he groaned in reply, his hips never relenting, his thrusts never losing any rhythm, “love seeing you like this, Jesus Christ, you like getting fucked like a slut, hm? Like my little slut?”

Steve oozed confidence and charisma, especially when he was around you, and that only doubled when you got between the sheets. His motor-mouth running on high whenever he got to sink his cock into you.

But you couldn’t resist giving into him, no matter how much he aggravated you. His hands and touch are addictive, always having you yearning for more.

“Drives me crazy,” Steve growled, his hands snaking round to your front, one holding you at your stomach, the other ghosting over your throat as he pulled your back into his chest, “seeing you running ‘round acting like you hate my guts when I know how you really feel, when I know you go home and dream about me.”

“Steve,” you cried, your mouth hanging open now as he squeezed your neck softly, his hips still snapping against your ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing off the tiles, “I don’t— fuck, I don’t do that.”

“No?” he questioned, his lips coming to rest against your ear, “I know you go home and think about my cock and dream about me fucking this cute little pussy of yours. Don’t lie to me, baby.”

Steve was right. You knew it. He knew it. But you’d never admit that, not ever, knowing that it got under his skin. It made him fuck you deeper, fuck you harder. Made his fingers dig into your skin further, it made the boy go insane.

And who were you to deny yourself of that?

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #kinktober2023 #k.fic

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zorosleftmantit101 · 3 months

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Bro wtf im alive!!

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ONE PIECE MEN

As shit from the groupchat

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C/W: swearing, NSFW, mentions of suicide, general shit post stuff.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Robin, Franky, Brook, Chopper, Usopp, Ace, Sabo, buggy, Shanks, Crocodile, Doflomingo

NOTE: Schools back and its been super fucking busy + plus im hyperfixated on bulders gate and game of thrones rn

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Luffy: My balls dropped insted

Zoro: Peburty

Zoro: How tf do u spell iy

Zoro: Pubesraty

Zoro: Pubes

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Sanji: Valentines more like. Suicide

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Buggy: Ur so wacky

Shanks: *wanking

Shanks: 109 mph dick slaming in and out of this dirty half full starbucks cup i stole from a homeless crack addict (im imagining its ur tight boy pussy asshole)

Buggy: Shanks.

Buggy: Stop.

Shanks: Erm no!

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Franky: Teachers should NOT say nice things to me (i have a praise kink and daddy issues)

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Nami: Bro i gotta shit so bad

Usopp: THEN SHIT BRO

Nami: Im in the car

Usopp: Oh

Usopp: THEN SHIT AT SCHOOL

Nami: I am NOT shitting at school

Usopp: PUSSY

Nami: this was all a trick girls dont shit

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Brook: Im so excited to drink today im actually shaking #slotmachines

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Luffy: Happy Monday!

Chopper: It is NOT Monday my guy

Luffy: ... the shotgun is in my mouth

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Franky: Bc l've got another day off

Franky: Should I come visit

Robin: YES

Franky: Hmmm

Franky: If I get bored I'll ride up

Robin: Then ill ride u up

Franky: What time u guys got recess and lunch

Robin: Get u preggo

Franky: SHIT

Franky: ILL BE THERE

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Kid: just punch the customer

Law: nah I need that shit to traumatise them, I need the customer to be rude to me and I start levitating in the air while chanting and blood pouring out my eyes

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Kid: When parents let their kids order and its like "what's that fetus, your learning to speak!! Yeah well spell trombone, didn't think so faggot"

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Ace: U stick ur dick in ur bum and get urself pregnant

Ace: 2024 lets make it happen

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Sabo: "Emo!" So close! I'm actually wearing the skin of your mother

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Doflamingo: OK BUDDY DEGRADE ME MORE IM THIS CLOSE TO EXPLODING IN MY PANTS

Crocodile: MOTHERFUCKER WHAT

Crocodile: YOU DIRTY CUNT

Crocodile: WAIT

Crocodile: NO

Crocodile: YOU PERFECT HUMAN BEING

Doflamingo: NGHH (reverse psychologyed your ass)

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Sanji: Ouchieeeeeeeeeeee my back hurtsss urghhhhh i wish their was a big sexy latina to sit on my face, only to make the pain go away of course

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Nami: Guys i close the store in half an hour and im boooooredde i already finished cleaning wveryhringggg

Robin: Okok pro tip

Robin: Do u have pens?

Robin: Hand sanitizer

Robin: And paper towel

Nami: Im gonna just finger myself

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Franky: That was my son 3 years ago before the incident...

Brook: Was the incident me whipping the nae nae! YOLO cash money dab on them fortniters

Franky: No

Franky: Big Foot stepped on my unborn baby

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Law: If i die i wanna be reborn as an electric chair

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Killer: Cheaters are dick beaters - Shakespeare probably

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Sanji: You are quite literally the most cutest girl I've ever seen

Luffy: Bro my dick actully smells so fuckimg bad, it never smells bad do i have aids

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smalltowncryptidfucker · 8 days

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I’m rewatching Gravity Falls, and seeing all the attempts Grunkle Stan made to get closer to the kids, while also pretending he doesn’t care makes me so sad 😭

Like episode one, Dipper was flipping through the Journal, and Stan asked him what he was reading to try and make conversation with him about his interests- not to mention the end of the episode, when he let the kids take something from the gift shop for free.

All of episode two he just wanted to go fishing with them, and have a bunch of fun with his family. And then now, in episode three, Mabel took the melted wax and built a statue that looked exactly like him, and he was so grateful and proud of her, that he reopened the wax museum, making sure to put her and her creation in the spotlight.

Yeah, he did come across as a vain asshole that’s so full of himself, he’d reopen an exhibit with himself as an attraction in it, but at the heart of it all, he just thought it was so cool that his great niece not only spent so much time building something with her bare hands for him, but the idea that she believed he was cool enough to base an entire art project off of him.

I’m pretty sure a gajillion people have noticed all this, and/or talked about it already, but I had to again for hyperfixation’s sake lol.

#stanley pines #grunkle stan #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #gravity falls #i’m very normal about them #the family ever

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pervertedreams · 3 months

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i thought the hyperfixation was wearing off but i have more farleigh headcanons!

requests / asks are always opennnn !

minors dni. sexual themes

- i think he gets sick easily, constantly sniffing (for multiple reasons) and gets cold super easy. i don’t think he’s a whiny type of sick person but he makes it obviously known that he’s ill. but whenever you offer help he’s almost got an ‘i don’t need your pity’ attitude, meanwhile his curls are flat, lips are dry and complexion pale as ever. idk i feel he doesn’t like asking for help even when he really needs it. makes him feel inferior. but eventually he accepts defeat and lets you take care of him, with a not so satisfied tone in his voice when hes saying thank you.

- thinking about how farleigh laughed in oliver’s face TWICE once at nobody knowing his name at his bday and again when he laughed at oliver’s dick flopping around in the field. so i think it’s fair to say he’ll laugh right in somebody’s face loud and shamelessly. and he should! and when people get mad at him for laughing it just makes me laugh more.

- i can’t remember if i said this before so imma just say it again, but i think he likes giving head more than receiving it. he likes having a purpose and fulfilling it. so whenever the two of you are in the mood he almost always offers to give you head… yeah

- i feel like it takes a lot for him to yell in an argument, i think by nature he’d like to have a screaming match but knows it’s more effective to be calm in a disagreement. it’s more productive and bound to get more of an reaction out of whoever he’s bickering with.

- when he’s really upset or mad and arguing is getting nowhere, he just feels like he’s talking to a brick wall he does the silent treatment. just giving hums and slow nods as a response.

- doesn’t really smile in photos the most you can get outta him is a smirk. if he is smiling in a photo it’s def an off guard

- walks dick first.. yeah

- idk i feel like he’s a good kisser it’d be crazy for me to say he’s good at giving head but a bad kisser. he’s very into it, very tender almost with it. it’s one of the few things he does where his softer side shows <3

- much like oliver i feel he’s attracted to pretty things and just femininity in general

- has an intense skin care ritual that he makes sure to follow every night. he gets down he don’t play

- runs through a pack of cigarettes a day and gets pissed whenever someone mentions it cause he’s convinced it isn’t a problem. he’s knows it is but.. pride yano?

- i feel like farleigh has a choking kink, likes to choke and liked to be choked. idk if i said that already LOL. but it’s something about giving into the submission of being choked, and letting his brain get foggy, with rolled eyes. just allowing himself to be dominated, but the soft dom in him also likes having that control. putting that soft pressure against your neck, and watching the way you fall apart. he gets off to him being the reason you fall apart.

- he’s an asshole and he knows it, i think he just naturally gets off to teasing people. he’ll whisper in peoples ear laughing and snickering, i think he’s just a whisperer in general. randomly coming up behind the shell of your ear to whisper something inappropriate in front of his family. or whispering a joke about oliver to you while looking oliver dead in the eyes. and if anyone asks him about whatever he’s whispering about he plays like he doesn’t know. i think he just likes being the reason for peoples reactions. good or bad, makes him feel powerful

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lunatic-pudge · 3 months

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TF2 Mercs Green Flags (except it's very biased)

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I love my boys. Yes, this is biased and questionable. But this is meant to be cute and fun.

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Scout:

-Silly little goober, great person to be around when you need cheering up

-Golden retreiver boyfriend

-Can easily make you laugh without even trying

-Artsy fartsy

Pyro

-Cutie patootie who makes the cutest drawings of you two together

-Owns an Easy Bake Oven

-Master at baking, never-ending supply of sweets for you to indulge in

-Your biggest supporter. Would literally cheer for you if you rob a bank

Soldier

-Also your biggest supporter, will demand that other adore you as well

-Will let you own any pet you want no matter what the animal is

-Speeches of why you're the best thing to ever exist and how America is blessed to have such a beauty like you live there

-Will give you anything and everything you could ever want, like human ears. Definitely a good person to be if you like collecting weird stuff

Demo

-Precious baby boy is a major cuddle bug

-Def knows how to knit/crochet, will make you whatever you want

-Baby man likes learning about folklore/mythology

-He's essentially a big walking teddy bear. Perfect for cuddles, especially on a cold or rainy day

Heavy

-GIANT WALKING TEDDY BEAR

-Protective baby boy, big scary dog privleges

-Bookworm, can recommend a good book if you don't know what to read

-Perfect person to lay around and cuddle with, he can smother me any day. Dates at home are TOP TIER

Engie

-THE BEST PERSON TO GO TO WHEN YOU'RE HAVING AN OFF DAY HANDS DOWN

-Smart boy, can make you stuff that helps with day to day activities which is helpful if you can't do certain things to having a disability or something

-Dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, can't get enough of it

-Voice of an angel, will sing for you if you'd like. Can def sing you to sleep

Medic

-NERD, he's an adorable nerd! Let him ramble about his hyperfixations!

-Def a good pet owner, would kill someone if they don't take proper care of their pets

-Would make sure you take care of yourself, he's kinda like a dad that cares

-He's such a maniac. I can see him just secretly being up to no good all the time. And he's also very girlypop

-Putting an extra for him cause I can: Medic boobs. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

Sniper

-Sweet, precious baby boy who can do no wrong. He strikes me as someone who listens to EVERYTHING when it comes to music. He ain't genrephobic

-Also a collector of weird things. Likes making bone jewlery. Bone boy

-I just love the concept of him being feral? This is probably the weirdest thing on the list. Like there's the golden retreiver boyfriend (Scout), and then there's the feral boyfriend (Sniper). Literally acts like a cat, hiding away from people, hissing when people that aren't you tries to touch him, will demand attention/affection from you, ect. I need to make a more detailed idea of a feral boyfriend so work with me plz

-He would absolutely let you wear his clothes, thinking about how adorable you look. He'd do the same with your clothes if they're big enough for his lanky body. You two swap jackets in the winter time so you guys always have a piece of each other when you two are busy and aren't able to see each other

Spy

-I know a running joke is that Spy is a smelly French asshole, but I really do think that he wears some of the nicest smelling cologne out there. Expensive af colonge, but damn, it's addicting

-Smarty pants. Not just anyone can be a spy, it takes quite a bit of intellect for it. And not to mentions he knows multiple languages? Love it, even if I hate the French language with a burning passion

-Him having a good taste in fashion? He's gotta know what he's doing by wearing suits all the time. Not only does he look fresh af, but people always look so good in a suit, especially when it fits them. But please also picture him dressed in a more romantic goth aesthetic plz, okay I'll stop now

-Is good at paying attention to even the littlest of details about his partners. Even if you're trying to be cryptic or subtle about things, he'll always find out. He's def a protective type too

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 20 days

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AITA for insinuating a kid's misbehavior isn't due to his ADHD?

(🧶 so I can find this later)

I (25nb) am in a knitting club that meets every week. It's mostly filled with older women, but there are some of us younger people that pop in there when we get the chance.

One of these older knitting friends in particular has a lot of stories about her grandson(~15?M), because he misbehaves very often. She'll complain about how his new hyperfixation is snails, so he'll bring snails into the house when it rains (minor infraction), or how he took a picture of her credit card information and uses it to buy things for himself off of amazon (a more serious infraction). Tbh, as far as knitting clubs usually go, this is just plain, normal, good gossip that's pretty on-par with what other people usually share.

However, once she starts to receive any responses along the lines of "aw man, that's awful!" or "wow, that's actually really bad, have you tried xyz?" she'll quickly end the conversation with "well, you know how it is, he has ADHD and autism and da-da-da (meaning he has more diagnoses that shes not going to list out)." She always dismisses any advice or sympathy with a swift dismissal along the lines of "he has these diagnoses, so what are you gonna do?"

Here's where I think I may have been the asshole the other day. I have ADHD and autism. Her use of "well, it's the disorder!" at the end of her stories about her grandson's misbehavior has been grating on me for months. In my opinion, it's very stigmatizing, and it doesn't help me feel any better about the Public Opinion when the other older ladies there respond with more or less "ah, yes, that makes sense, it's because of the Bad Kid Disorder."

Yesterday, she finished a story about him taking a picture of her list of passwords with "well, you know, it's the ADHD." I immediately cut in to say "Well, I have ADHD and I never stole anyone's passwords as a kid." She immediately became flustered and raised her voice, responding with, "Well, you don't have autism!" - I do. I do have autism. I let it slide because I felt bad about the initial callout and also didn't want to out myself any more. She changed the subject after I hesitated in response to her raised voice, anyway.

The rest of that week's meeting went mostly smoothly, but I can't help but wonder if all I did was make things awkward. I felt like I was at my wit's end with her using the ADHD and autism = bad kid argument, but was I TA for not just continuing to let it slide?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ezwezz · 11 months

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nights like these

h.yj x fem!reader

genre: fluff!

warnings: none

summary: you and yunjin find yourselves sharing a bed while on tour…

“i'll be fine, as long as you don't steal all the blanket."

"same goes..."

you and yunjin stood side by side, staring apprehensively at the singular double bed in the hotel room. the others had already called dibs on their rooms, leaving the latecomers- you and yunjin- the shared one. their plan of attack almost felt premeditated considering you were only 5 minutes late due to yunjin wanting to take a pit-stop at a cute looking bakery; the smirk on eunchae's face when she informed you two of the bedroom situation contained an unmistakable layer of mischief.

"this is your fault." you felt compelled to add.

"hey what!? i gave you the option to go ahead with the others, but you wanted to buy that cinnamon thing!"

"i felt bad leaving you! and i only bought that thing because i was already inside the bakery."

"like i said, you had a choice. and i literally gave you a creampuff why are you turning on me right now?"

"because i know you're going to steal all the blanket! consider this preemptive frustration."

"i actually think you'll be the blanket thief. no one is this hyperfixated on the blanket before they're underneath it."

"how dare you accuse me of that..." yunjin began to giggle, causing you to break the act and slap her arm playfully. "how about we make a deal. no more blanket-talk...if...you let me have first shower." you suggested hopefully.

"hard pass. i can handle blanket-talk, but i can't handle waiting for the shower."

"fuck, i wish i was sharing a room with chaewon right now."

"you asshole!" yunjin shoved you and you returned the gesture, both giggling like hyperactive children.

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the evening had rolled around and you were lying victoriously in the bed, hair still a little damp as yunjin showered.

the way you'd settled the shower mishap was through a rock paper scissors match- yunjin was extremely predictable and always chose scissors first, granting you an easy win.

the bed seemed even smaller now that you were in it, which sent a twinge of nerves through your body as you realised how close yunjin would be. it was safe to say you had a crush on the woman: she was gorgeous, funny, talented and so flirty with you. you knew it was just playful, but a small part of you hoped there was something more to her flirtatious behaviour, despite being idols with strict no-dating policies- not to mention the fact that you were both girls.

yunjin emerged from the bathroom, shaking you from your thoughts. "you look cozy." she commented grumpily while towel drying her hair.

"it's actually a really comfy bed. are you sure you can't just sleep on the floor?" you teased, causing yunjin to roll her eyes.

"trust me, i would if there was space. i can't believe i have to be tucked in with your annoying ass."

"likewise! now hurry up, i want to turn off the lights."

"someone's in a rush to snuggle." she winked flirtatiously and you scoffed. "let me dry my hair first." she then proceeded to switch on the hairdryer- you chuckled quietly to yourself as you watched her hair blow wildly around her face.

after a couple of minutes the hairdryer was switched off and yunjin finished tidying her hair before moving towards the bed. instead of climbing in like a normal person, she chose to leap onto you.

"yahh! you're squashing me, get off!" you squealed, thrashing around underneath her.

"but you're so warm!" she replied, squeezing you tighter. you couldn't deny the faint blush that seeped into your cheeks as you felt the woman's heartbeat against your torso. her damp hair brushed your exposed neck and her face tucked into your shoulder, eyelashes fluttering against your bare skin causing you to wince at the ticklish sensation. you reluctantly pushed her off of you, not wanting to admit to enjoying the cuddle.

"turn off the light on your side." you asked softly once yunjin had settled under the blanket, moving to flip the light-switch closest to you. you heard a click and suddenly you were plunged into darkness- your senses heightening due to the lack of visibilty.

you were overly aware of the woman who lay next to you- the faint warmth of her body mingling with yours beneath the blanket. she was on her side, facing you, but you couldn't bring yourself to face her, fearing that if you did, you would crack under the intense intimacy.

"y/n?" yunjin whispered after a moment, the sound causing tingles across your skin.

"what do you want, i'm trying to sleep." you replied, attempting a joke but the words sounded unintentionally soft. you felt her move closer to you and your breath hitched, her limbs were now slightly brushing against yours.

"i can see your eyes open, dummy." she stated with a quiet chuckle. "are you uncomfortable?"

"no, i'm fine."

"you look really tense."

"it's pitch black, how can you possibly deduce that?"

"i can sense it..."

"that's weird." you giggled, but relaxed slightly due to the conversation, mustering the courage to turn your head and glance at her. a slither of light from the curtains illuminated the curves of her face, and her eyes that gazed into your own. you were once again lost for words- her beauty was overwhelming.

"you're definitely uncomfortable." she stated upon finally seeing your face.

"i'm really not!" you retorted, shuffling your entire body to mirror her position.

"then why do you look so nervous?

"do i...?"

"your breathing is uneven and you don't look tired anymore. i'll face the other way if it helps."

you surprised yourself by grabbing her arm to stop her turning. "no!...it's okay." yunjin lay still, also seeming surprised. "i'm just nervous because..." she was gazing at you again, a curious smirk on her face causing the words to catch in your throat.

"because what?" she laughed.

"it...doesn't matter." you retreated under the pressure. "what matters is that i'm not uncomfortable."

"if you say so..." she replied, before doing something unexpected.

you felt her reach for your hand and take it softly, then bring it up to her torso and press it against her warm chest. you felt yourself pass away for a second.

"you feel it?" beneath your hand, yunjin's heart was pounding in her ribcage. "i'm also nervous." her voice was a husky whisper.

your hand rested in place, hers holding it there for a few moments in silence.

"why are you nervous?" you finally asked gently.

yunjin's hand slowly retracted yours from her chest and she intertwined your fingers. "because...i'm lying in bed...with you." there was no teasing smirk on her face anymore, only an unnerving look of earnestness.

you gulped and waited a few moments before responding. "our reasons are similar..."

"god..." she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before reopening with a conflicted expression. "i shouldn't... you don't understand." she muttered the last part under her breath but you caught it.

"i do understand, yunjin."

"no...no you wouldn't." her eyes squeezed closed again and she sighed in exasperation.

instead of responding, you moved close enough for your bodies to press together and enveloped the woman in an embrace, your arm tucking underneath her torso so that she was held by you.

"y/n." she whispered into your neck, returning your hug even tighter. "i really, really....like you." you felt her plant a tender kiss on the exposed skin of your shoulder and your entire body shuddered. you prayed to god this wasn't a dream and held yunjin as close as possible, as if to prevent the moment from slipping away.

"i really like you as well..." your voice was barely a whisper as your throat felt constricted with emotion.

"please don't change your mind after this..." suddenly yunjin moved away, only to pull you closer- this time connecting your lips. you immediately synchronised the motion of the kiss, returning it with everything you had, returning all those times you wished you could've done this.

yunjin's lips were forceful and needy, as if fuelled by exactly the same source as you. it was a perfect moment: you were stopping to breath, only to rejoin your lips a second later with a passionate desperation. every time your lips reconnected, your adrenaline was reinstalled as yunjin kissed you.

the blanket was forgotten as it slipped off the bed into a heap on the floor.

#huh yunjin #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #yunjin #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim #kpop #kpop x reader #gxg #fem reader #drabble

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i DO think laios is "autism creature" autistic. I think he's actually a great example of that. Most of the time i see the autism creature associated with special interests and hyperfixations and there's no way you could argue that's not a trait he has, it's a major plotnpoint that drives the story forward along with his other motivation. Something I also see a lot is the austism creature being used as an example of cluelessness, because of its expression. How are you gonna point to his social awkwardness, the fact that he's literally completely clueless about making people uncomfortable unless it's explicitly stated to him, and say he doesn't fit that description. I'n not sure what "tumblr" autism is supposed to mean, the person was probably talking about the more palatable traits people discuss more openly, but do you really think people aren't socially awkward in this webbed site?

i saw a rlly good post reacting to someone else's rotten take, unfortunately at the time i was too tired to read the full post and i ended up losing it, so i don't remember what all it said but basically the rotten take was calling laios creepy (in a "funny haha way" to disguise it) due to his traits, and op of the post i saw was explaining how that's fucked up. I think from what I skimmed it was very personal, comparing their own experiences to laios and honestly that might be my favorite thing about him. He doesn't just have the "palatable" traits that people are comfortable seeing. He is clueless, he had no idea someone disliked him, he even thought they were close friends, because that person never let him know when he was crossing a boundary until it was too much. Soon after this almost the opposite happens, where he doesn't believe someone else wants to be his friend, because now he's aware that he can't pick up on social cues, and he also knows he caused this person discomfort before, so why would they want to be his friend? He's "messy" in that he has a lot of traits people like to avoid when talking about autism, because it's stuff neurotypicals don't like.

He's literally that kid who people would be like "oh well if i knew he was autistic i wouldn't have treated him badly" (which is stupid, you should treat people well in general and not be an asshole then apologize because someone is actually neurodivergent or mentally ill). And guess what? He has friends who love him. They know he's awkward and clueless and has "weird" interests and they still love him. He has people who will stand up for him even after coming to the conclusion that he's "a little creepy" because they know he's a good person, and they like his honesty. Someone explicitly admits they envy his ability to be so openly himself, even after that same person tried to frame that trait as a bad thing, because they realized what they hated wasn't laios honesty but the fact that laios is able to act that way, while most people feel trapped by social rules and don't have that same freedom to be themselves. Laios can be himself not because society accepts him, in fact the first assumption when the elves learn he likes monsters is that he must be prone to evil. Because that's weird and creepy. Society does not accept him. His friends do. His sister does, she loves him and looks up to him as an adult as much as she did as a child. He has a support system. He is loved. Even people who don't necssarily love him know he could never become evil, even if they also think his special interest is a bit creepy. Because they know laios, actually know him, and they know that in his awkwardness he's still a kind person. He misses a lot of social cues, sometimes he says things that are tone deaf without realizing at all, and his friends know he means no harm. He just struggles with these things.

I think laios is a very good example of how nobody is unlovable, regardless of how awkward or clueless you might be, even if your special interest is something perceived as creepy. To me Laios is a reminder for anyone who needs to hear it that you are deserving of love too. Maybe you just beed to find a better support system, and that might take a while, but there's people who will love you the way you are, and accept you the way you are

#dungeon meshi #laios #blank rambles

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Writing Sucks

Written for @steddiemicrofic Challenge Prompt: Suck | WC: 480 | Rated: T | CW: none |

Author’s Note: inspired by me buying Dave Grohl’s autobiography today and then having writers block about the title of this microfic/writers block about this prompt in general 😅 hope you enjoy!

“Ugh. This sucks.”

Steve glanced over from his cellphone- away from the very amusing video that Robin sent him, a fan cast about his husband in the early 90’s- to look at Eddie in response to his frustrated outburst.

Eddie had been working on his autobiography for the last three months. What was once an ADHD-fueled hyperfixation had become a thorn in Eddie’s side, especially after he got a sternly-worded email from the government to not even allude to anything Upside Down related. Given that almost every Corroded Coffin song was inspired by what happened during Spring break of 1986, that the guys got their start because of Argyle, someone they would have never even known had Eddie not gotten roped into the mess that was the alternate dimension in Hawkins, and that Steve and Eddie only started getting to know each other, and subsequently started dating, because of the trauma-bond formed from the Upside Down, this requirement had put a substantial burden on Eddie’s creative process.

Eddie also, naïvely, promised the publisher that he would have the book finished for review by Halloween- which had now resulted in many mandatory late nights and forced writing, which were two things Eddie did not enjoy.

“What section are you working on, Teddy?”

Eddie let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I finished writing everything after Argyle got us hooked up with our producer in Cali. So… the middle and the end of the book are done, but I’m stuck in the beginning, like I have been for the last two months, after the asshole government decided to bring up the NDAs that shouldn’t even be enforceable because they were basically signed under duress-“

“Hey, Eds? Why don’t you read me what you have, baby.” Steve gently cut him off, having heard this very rant many, many times before.

Eddie scrubbed a hand over his eyes, then gave his computer a scorned look and began reading. “When I was twenty, I got mauled by a bear-“

“-Okay, yeah, that sucks.” Steve cut Eddie off with a giggle, but quieted once he saw the devastated look on his partner’s face. “Hey, it’s okay. You just need to write it like one of your songs, yeah? Make a bunch of metaphors, maybe tie in some Corroded song lyrics. Make it all artsy, people love you for that shit. Just be yourself.”

Eddie frowned for a long moment, his brows creasing in thought. Finally, he turned back to his computer with a large grin- the kind Steve always saw him get when he was writing the songs that would go on to become his greatest hits.

Steve watched his husband write with a smile on his face. They had come a long way over the last almost-forty years, and he found himself falling more and more in love every single day.

#my writing #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficoctober #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #married!steddie #established relationship!steddie #rockstar!eddie

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