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#like he/him pronouns? eh not really for me most of the time but you WILL call me a little guy

nanamiluvs · 2 months

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can you do nsfw alphabet for gallagher? :3

just yes omg gallagher is so ngh... like someone commented on my last gallagher post, i want him and wriothesley to tag team me idc

gallagher nsfw alphabet !

pairing : gallagher x reader

rating : explicit

wc : 2.4k

warnings : smut content, reader is afab but no pronouns used, not beta read, reader is called "miss" and "baby" and "good girl", reader is smaller than gallagher in size, size kink, cum play, slight pet play, come eating, gallagher likes to torture himself, manhandling, praise kink, choking, spanking, gallagher eats pussy like a champ, face-fucking, very slight hair pulling, begging, mentions of creampies, overstimulation, teasing, so much teasing

a : aftercare

gallagher is not the biggest practitioner of aftercare, he'd much rather you two just lay down in a mess and leave the cleaning to later. but he's an acts of service type of man. if you want to be cleaned, he will clean you. if you want to be held, he's cuddling you already. gallagher can do whatever you want to do the point it comes off as weird, but really, he's fine with whatever you like. he wants whatever you want. this man can eat his own cum out of you with pleasure for fuck sake.

b : body part

gallagher loves how big he is. he knows his frame is large, wide shoulders and a build adorned with hard muscles. he acts like he's not aware of it, but he loves how you fit in his bulky arms. for you, gallagher loves anywhere he can grab or run his hands through: your waist, your tummy, your thighs, hips, throat- anywhere, really. to be honest, it doesn't matter but on a surface level, gallagher seems to be the type to prefer a heavier body.

c : cum

gallagher is messy and i mean it. he likes to see a mess on you or himself, he doesn't care, just make a mess. he loves to see his cum dirty your body, sprayed across your tits and stomach or seeping out of your cunt. his cum has an off-white color, thicker in density and he cums a lot. you don't know how it's possible, but the man just doesn't stop cumming. he loves to smear his cum too, even more when you scold him for it, laughing like a little boy.

d : dirty secret

gallagher is not shy, but the idea of wanting you to put a collar on him and treat him like a dog, is a little embarrassing. if you ask him to, he'd say something like 'eh, whatever you want, miss' and oblige. it's definitely not as if he's so fucking hard he's turned on by it, he just wants to go along with your requests.

e : experience

gallagher is probably quite experienced. his job is quite stressful, so why not let off some steam with some hook ups here and there? he's not one to judge you whether you're experienced or not, he simply thinks of his experience as an advantage to pleasure you. he knows what he's doing and he knows it so well.

f : favorite position

gallagher has no set favorite position since this man finds joy in throwing you around. sex with gallagher never finishes in the same position as it started, he will find a way to manhandle you to his whims. probably likes g-whiz, table top and upstanding citizen a lot. get used to him moving your body and handling you into another position he wants because he loves doing it.

g : goofy

gallagher is, most of the time, very laid-back during sex. there are times he's more serious, but usually it's him cracking a few jokes here and there. he doesn't see sex as a necessarily romantic thing- gallagher is someone who prefers to fuck rather than to make love. he's extremely cocky too, so much that you'd want to punch his grinning face in with your fist, but well, that's gallagher for you.

h : hair

gallagher definitely has a happy trail and i don't care what anyone else says. he's probably hairy down there, he doesn't let it get too wild since that bothers him but don't expect to see a completely bald surface. he likes it if you're more on the hairy side as well. for gallagher, the messier, the better when it comes to sex.

i : intimacy

gallagher, like i said, doesn't view sex as strictly romantic. he's often teasing you, dirty words spilling through his lips as he fucks you into utter bliss. this man fucks like he has no respect for you. the other times he's on the intimate side, gallagher can't help but smile fondly as his hips roll into yours, arms wrapped around your body with his low voice whispering in your ear. it's so unfair, how he can pull off both with ease.

j : jack off

gallagher probably jacks off once or maybe twice a week at max. i imagine him doing it after work, before he gets to sleep. he mainly does it to destress. i also imagine him wanting to see you masturbate, rough and calloused hands palming his clothed groin as he watches you pleasure yourself. he will not touch you unless you're done, cunt all wet and messy for his thick cock to fill up. and fill up, he will.

k : kink

gallagher is honestly the kinky type.

‎ ‎ ‎ begging : gallagher wants to see you beg. beg to cum, beg for him to finish inside you, beg for him to fuck you, beg and beg and beg. he finds it so arousing, the way you can go so vulnerable for a man like him. he's a meanie, too, making you beg for anything.

‎ ‎ ‎ choking : gallagher would hate to hurt you, but sometimes he can't help but wrap his hand around your throat as he fucks you. he's never too harsh, he knows how strong he is, his touch is more like a reminder of his presence. his thumb plays with your lip before he leans in and kisses you. he also absolutely loves getting choked by you, your smaller hands wrapped around his neck as you ride him, a teasing grin on his face as he struggles to breathe. he says you don't need to worry about going overboard as he can simply stop it if you do so. trust me, he doesn't want to.

‎ ‎ ‎ overstimulation : gallagher hits me as the type to be able to do it for hours on end, obsessed with making you cum over and over again before burying himself inside. he loves fucking you silly, your whining and moaning sound like music in his ears. loves overstimulating himself too.

‎ ‎ ‎ praise kink : gallagher has a praise kink. it's frustrating at this point, the way he can get you to do anything with that stupid smirk on his face and whispers of his, praising you for everything you do. so much that you want to choke him, yet he's just so sickeningly sweet with his words. anything you do well, he will praise you for it. he turns it into a game of whether you'll get his approval or not, going as far as making you beg and crawl for it, and then praise you for how well you've been. 'y'can do it for me, can't ya? good girl.' he can get you to do almost everything he wants with the providance of praises. likes to be on the receiving side on the times he's on the submissive side, often begging for praises during it. 'ah, i've been a good boy, right, baby? right? come and sit on it, please.'

‎ ‎ ‎ size kink : gallagher wants to tower over you. he wants to hold both of your wrists with one hand. he wants to see how small your hands look compared to his larger ones, he wants to see those big fingers of his slowly disappear inside your pussy, filling you like a dick would. yet it's not even close enough to the feeling of his cock, so big and heavy and just too much. he smiles and pushes further inside, relishing in how much you struggle to take him. how many times has it been? are you still not used to his length? he teases as his frame wraps around yours with your back pressed against his chest, enveloping you with all the warmth radiating from the man. he loves how he's just so big compared to you.

l : location

gallagher cares little about things such as locations. if there's a surface, he can fuck you. he has no shame, he can and will do it everywhere you want him to. obviously won't force you if that's not your thing, happy to oblige in the privacy of your own home. the location really doesn't matter to him, because at the end of the day, it's your walls wrapping around his cock so deliciously.

m : motivation

gallagher has a high sex drive, so i think he doesn't need much additional motivation. but your reactions would be the biggest motivating point for him to continue, in love with the way you whine when he rubs your clit or the way you squirm under his hands as he caresses your body. he will go to heaven and back just to hear you moan in ecstasy. would get hard again at the sight of his cum seeping out your folds.

n : no

gallagher most likely wouldn't have a strictly negative opinion on anything. he's a firm believer that everything can be tested but he's not a fan of the idea of physically hurting you with knives or other sharp weapons.

o : oral

gallagher eats pussy like a craved man. it's either him holding you down by your thighs as you sit on him or your plush thighs threatening to crush his skull when he goes down on you. you may think he does it to pleasure you, in reality, you couldn't be more wrong. he eats you out because that's what pleasures him, the taste of your juices along with the melodies your moans sound like in his ears. he grows so hard it's unbearable, yet no, he won't stop to fuck you for real. his hips grind against the bed, dick aching with need in his pants, low moans spilling from his mouth as his tongue laps your slick. his stubble grazes your lips as his jaw moves, your hips desperately chasing the friction. he also loves pushing your head down on his length, watching you gag and choke around his thick cock as you struggle to take him in. he enjoys eating you out but also face-fucking you, although not as much as the former. his grip on your hair tightens as he gets closer to coming, your saliva and his precum mixing before he buries his cock in your mouth, cum spilling down your throat. he will definitely pull out if you don't like the stretch.

p : pace

gallagher has such a rough pace that it's intoxicating. his hips slam into yours so heavily, you can feel his whole body with the way he thrusts inside of you. he's not slow too, you wonder how he does it. each thrust fills your insides with vigor, groans coming from his mouth. his hips fasten as he comes close to finishing, and that takes quite the long time, the sensation overwhelming.

q : quickie

gallagher absolutely enjoys quickies and no one can convince me otherwise. he thinks they're just so useful for getting one out of his system with the load of his work. though most of the time, he prefers having his time with you.

r : risk

gallagher is probably open with taking risks when it comes to sex. anything you wanna try, he's alright with it- truly a gentleman.

s : stamina

gallagher can go on for multiple rounds on end. you don't know how he does it, he just cums and cums and cums until there's nothing left in his balls, yet it repeats all over the next day! his stamina is probably one of the highest of the star rail men.

t : toys

gallagher can use anything that makes the act more pleasurable for the both of you. it's usually him asking you to try out some new toy he got from who knows where.

u : unfair

gallagher is such a bully. he does nothing but to tease you and rile you up, he just can't shut up for one second! he makes fun of how you're so easily crumbled, how you must have no shame with the way you beg for his cock, how you turn into mush the moment you take his tip. he says all of those with a stupid smirk on his face that only widens when you scold him for it. he enjoys seeing you get teased and all shy so quickly. you want to bite him, punch his face as he keeps not shutting the hell up, his large palm coming down to slap your rear from behind as he laughs at you. 'what's that? oh? you think i'm too mean, miss? how cute, you know you love it.'

v : volume

gallagher is not the most vocal during sex but definitely not quiet. he's more of the groaner and grunter type instead of moaning. you can still make him moan, though, just ride him with your hands tight around his throat and listen to him singing.

w : wild card

gallagher likes how painful it is to have a boner. he leaves his pants on for the sole purpose of feeling his dick stretch against the fabric, begging for release. it hurts so much yet he loves the feeling, cockhead too sensitive and weeping by the time he frees it. he likes it when you sit on it, not putting it inside you but just sitting on it, forcing it to cower as you rub yourself along his length. likes it when you squeeze the shaft so tight that he can't help but curse. gallagher loves the pain if it's because of you.

x : x-ray

gallagher has the biggest or second biggest cock in all of star rail. he's just sooo large, longer and has so much more girth than average. it's a tan color fading into a furious red in the tip. it's so easy to get precum oozing out of it. definitely has thick veins sticking out here and there that you can feel inside of you. he knows how big he is yet he acts like he doesn't.

y : yearning

gallagher doesn't need to have sex that much but definitely wants to. it's okay if you don't want to, he can just rub one out if it's so urgent and nothing if it's not. likes to do it with you almost every day to every other night.

z : zzz

gallagher probably has problems sleeping, i mean, have you seen this man? so when it's night and you're in your home, it's when he falls sleep the most easily. he doesn't want to let you go, his big arms wrapped around your body as he pulls you into his chest, spooning you as if he was a little kid and you were his favorite toy to sleep with.

reqs are open !

i mainly write for jjk, hsr and genshin ✩

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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I have an request for you- is it alright if you do an fanfic where the brothers, dateables, and even the new characters get turned into toddlers? And now (mc) had to care of them? But Luke turns into a baby. A really fluffy, motherly thing? Idrk it's my first time requesting from you- it's alright if you don't want to do it though! :D -chickechee 🐥

when they turn into toddlers

includes: barbatos & gn!reader, & everyone else (no pronouns mentioned)

rated g | wc: .5k | m.list

a/n: oml this was so cute i hope you enjoy!! i have more baby!luke here as well. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi <33

reblogs are greatly appreciated

“oh my god!” you look around the room in horror. “what the hell happened?”

barbatos looks like he hasn't slept in a week. it’s only been a few hours since the initial incident. “what always does,” he answers tiredly, shifting toddler–yes, toddler!–diavolo to his other hip. “someone touched some cursed relic they weren’t supposed to and the effect was disastrous.”

“that’s one word for it,” you murmur. everyone, except for you and barbatos, had regressed into children. infants, even. barbatos had made quick use of the castle’s nursery, left over from one of the previous rulers, and turned it into something daycare-esque, thankfully providing a safe space for them all to be that would keep them out of harm's way, as well as trouble.

as you watch, mammon rises onto shaky legs, making his way over to levi, who’s playing with blocks. “oh please tell me he’s not going to do what i think he’s going to do,” you moan.

“he’s going to do exactly what you think he’s going to do,” barbatos replies, and sure enough, in one deliberate movement, mammon knocks over all of levi’s hard work. immediately, levi begins to scream, startling mammon, who falls back onto the padded ground and begins to cry himself.

“oh, shush.” moving more on instinct, you scoop levi up, patting his back gently. “you’ll be alright, honey.”

he quiets, staring at your face. you wonder if he recognizes you. mammon is still crying, so you set levi back down and move on to comforting him.

“that wasn’t very nice, now, was it?” you ask gently. “let’s not knock over other’s towers, okay?”

he sniffles, rubbing at his eyes with tiny fat baby hands, and it’s just the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. when you go to set him down, he holds tight, and you realize that apparently, he was just as clingy as a toddler as he is now. wonderful.

shifting him to one side, you take stock of everyone else, making sure there are no immediate concerns. simeon, rapheal, and lucifer are sitting together, coloring (and jesus christ you’re going to need to pull out your camera right now), diavolo is still in barbatos’ capable grasp, beel and belphie are napping quietly in a pile of blankets, solomon is telling something to asmo and satan in incomprehensible toddler speech, and mephisto and thirteen are busy playing on their own. you spy a crib in the corner, which must hold luke, who barbatos had said had regressed into an infant rather than a toddler.

“you’re good with children,” barbatos observes, and you sigh.

“i always did like them. i spent my teenage years as a babysitter and camp counselor so i have some experience under my belt,” you explain. “so are you, by the way.” you’ve long stopped being surprised by the fact that barbatos is skilled at literally everything.

“yes, well, it helps that they’re a bit better behaved like this than when they are normally,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. against your shoulder, mammon echoes your laugh, then sticks his fingers in his mouth. eh, he’s got a demon’s immune system, he’ll be fine.

“how much longer are they going to stay like this?” you ask, and barbatos shrugs.

“probably two or three more hours,” he says.

“just enough time to have to give them lunch while they’re like this,” you say with a slow-dawning horror. “which should be super easy and not difficult or tiring at all.”

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cyfics · 1 year

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Title: Izuku’s Bravery! (Bunny Hybrid)

Warning(s): NSFW!, Aged up!, Hybrid, Bunny Izuku, pussy drunk Izuku

Pairing: Bunny Hybrid! Izuku x fem reader

Pronouns: she/her AFAB

Synopsis: A chapter from my story “Day Job” on AO3

Word count: 1.6K !!

Note: Everyone is aged up!

On aO3 as Cyfics btw

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You had a whole day of sleeping soundly until you were woken up by the sounds of people shouting. You covered your ears and rolled over trying to get a few more minutes of sleep but were unable, they were just too noisy for you.

You stamped down the stairs looking for what the problem was, eyeing Katsuki who was seemingly screaming at everyone for no good reason “What’s going on here?” You asked the boys. “Nothing! Don’t worry about it Y/n!” Denki waved you off, “I agree! Nothing to worry about!” Eijiro agreed.

“You!- come here.” Katsuki grabbed Denki and slammed him into a wall, causing Denki to become dizzy and fall on his butt. “You’ve done enough Katsuki, don’t you see how our disagreement has disturbed lady Y/n?” Shoto asked him.

“Disturbed? She’s disturbed? I’m disturbed! Disturbed at the amount of bullshit you three have been spewing at me!” Katsuki shouted “what’s wrong, Katsuki?” You asked him directly “really it’s nothing! Don’t even worry your pretty head Y/n!” Eijiro begged of you.

Katsuki continued to shout at the others, the noise starting to get to you a little. Izuku’s ears perked up as he turned towards you, jumping over the couch to come up and comfort you.

All noises were drowned out as Izuku approached you and covered your ears, taking you back upstairs.

Izuku took you to his burrow, which was practically his room but filled with tons of comfort items like pillows and fuzzy blankets. Izuku guided you to sit on his bed, his hands coming off of your ears. You could still faintly hear the disturbance happening downstairs but it wasn’t as bad as before now.

“Izuku, you saved me.. eh?” You asked the smaller boy “why wouldn’t I? You’ve been nothing but good to us.. and I’ve promised your dad that I’d take care of you!” Izuku straightened his back and looked up to the sky with a brooding look on his face.

You smiled softly at him, admiring his bravery. The Izuku you first met surely wouldn’t have done this for you, you thought to yourself. You felt a light blush rush to your cheeks “Thank you Izuku, you were very brave doing that.” You smiled to yourself.

“Me? Brave? S-Surely not..” Izuku bashfully looked away, trying to hide his red cheeks with his bunny ears. “You can’t shy away from me Izuku! Am I flustering you?” You teased him “yes! A lot actually!” Izuku whined.

“You’ve grown since the time I first saw you at my house, and I’m so proud of you..” you spoke up “you are?” Izuku’s voice became slightly shaken. You could tell he had some sort of effect on him from your words.

“I admire you Izuku, out of everyone you’ve changed the most.” You grabbed his face and kissed his cheek “G-Gah!” Izuku yelped and bounced back “I’m so sorry Izuku- I wasn’t thinking!” You defended yourself.

“Y-You kissed my cheek! Why?” Izuku’s entire face was tomato red, his soft hands grabbing and pulling at his fuzzy ears. “To show affection- What you did for me was very kind.” You stepped off the bed to reach for his face again, this time he leaned into it.

“Y/n- I like you!” Izuku perked up suddenly, clenching his tiny fists “You do?” You questioned “Yes! Like a lot! Everyday I’m plagued with thoughts by you and not the normal kind that a friend has!” Izuku admits quite suddenly.

“What kind of thoughts do you have?” Your thumb brushes his cheek “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to say!!” Izuku refused profusely “I-it was a bad idea to even confess to you! I’m so sorry-“ you interrupted him with a hug.

“You’re not the first out of the boys to confess to me, but I love everyone just the same.. including you, I love you Izuku.” You moved your head to give his soft lips a quick smooch.

“I- I love you more.” Izuku stammered.

Izuku took charge and leaned in once more, lips capturing yours in a tight yet passionate kiss. You were slightly shocked, not expecting the small bunny to have such passionate kissing skills. But I guess that rabbits have their own saying for a reason.

You kissed him back , trying to match his amount of passion he shared with you. Izuku’s arms lowered to be around your waist, squeezing your body with his arms. “I-Izuku!” You gasped, “I want you.. more than everyone else does!” Izuku proclaimed out loud.

“I want you too!” You admitted, allowing the shorter boy to toss you back onto his bed. The soft blankets cushioning your fall, the bed itself making you feel like you were in some doughy heaven. Izuku pounced on top of you, his hips slightly swaying as he was eyeing you down.

“Izuku, my gorgeous boy..” you couldn’t help complimenting him with the way he looked, his cute face looking down at you like that. From this angle you could see the amount of freckles that covered his face, you could see the slight eye-bags the boy was getting, you could even notice the slight hair growing around his face.

“Please.. let me admire you better than everyone else, let me show you how better I am..” Izuku pleaded as he began to straddle your body with his hips, his arms either side of your shoulders. Your arms were up against the bed, you felt in the moment like you were some kind of prey!

“Of course Izuku, please take me..” you whimpered. Izuku’s ears twitched, taking in the sound of your slight whines, the noises making a very obvious tent in his pants. Izuku lowered his hips down so you could feel his bulge up against you, rubbing up against you quite slowly.

You couldn’t help letting a gasp out “I-Izuku! You feel-“ you couldn’t allow yourself to finish that dirty sentence. “Y/n, love, have you ever heard of the saying?” Izuku asked you “what saying?” You asked him. Not too sure what he was even talking about.

“The saying, to fuck like rabbits. Now- I’m not a rabbit, but I can for sure fuck like one.” You watched as his bright green eyes darkened a significant amount, the shyness he had before leaving him in the moment.

You couldn’t get a word in as Izuku immediately stripped you, his eyes gazing upon you for moments before he continued to discard more and more of your clothing. In the end you were left in just your underwear.

“For me.” Izuku lowered himself between your legs, kissing your thighs gently before giving the skin a slight nibble. Your legs moved on their own, parting themselves to give Izuku access to your core.

Izuku leaned in, his little nose sniffling at the fabric before giving a satisfied hum “smells so good.. you smell so good..” Izuku’s tail began to wag intensely. Izuku’s hands immediately looped under the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down excitedly.

Izuku was eager to please but also eager to breed, he got off of you and hurriedly took off his own clothes; his shirt falling to the floor and his pants following with. The two of you were naked, both breathless with the sight of each other.

Izuku bounced back onto you, spreading your legs and rubbing his cock up against your folds. “Ready?” He asked you “J-Just make sure to pull out- none of that breeding stuff!” You explained hastily.

Izuku wasted no more time, slipping inside of you and rocking him hips eagerly. His dick curved in the right places, brushing up against your most sensitive spots “h-Hah..” you moaned out.

“You feel so good, so tight..” Izuku commented as his hips snapped up against yours. Izuku hummed to himself before quickly grabbing you by the hips and flipping you over, moving you into his own wanted position.

He moved your ass up, pressing your back down against the bed to force you into an arch. “Izuku! What’re you doing?” You were slightly confused on the way he was just manhandling you, none of the other hybrids was like this at all!

Izuku’s dick slid deeper inside of you, the feeling making an aching in your stomach. You were suddenly very aware on just how big he was, his cock now edging against the deepest part of you. His dick was causing a pain in your stomach, but you couldn’t help but admit just how good it felt too.

Your legs were shaking, slightly kicking every time Izuku thrusted deeper and deeper “Fuck- excuse my language Y/n, I’m sorry love.. I think I’m gonna cum..” Izuku rolled his head back and groaned. He began to go faster, thrusting into you at a high speed pace.

“Feels so good! Ma-Make sure to pull out!” You warned him, Izuku listened and quickly removed his cock. He jerked his dick for a moment or two before spilling cum onto your back. The feeling was very warm, and you knew you had to wipe it off before it dried and left a horrible feeling on your skin.

Izuku took liberty for you, using one of his many fluffy blankets to wipe the cum up. “I noticed you haven’t came, would you like me to go again?” Izuku asked happily with a slight excitement. Your legs gave out on the bed and you rolled to your side “I-I’m so tired.. been fucked..” you couldn’t even finish your words properly.

At the end of this you hadn’t even realised that the fight had ended, it had ended a while ago actually. Now would be a good time to possibly go back downstairs and talk to Katsuki?

But then again you’re not even sure if you’re mentally alright right now, you’re pretty sure Izuku’s dicking had fucked you silly.

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plumxwrites · 1 year

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sincerely yours... // eddie munson.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!ballerina reader (she/her pronouns)

summary: Untouchable, is what he called you. Dating Jason, the captain of the basketball team, most would call you the same. Living your holier than thou life, something else he said, you can't seem to swallow the need to prove him wrong.

word count: 11k

warnings: a lot of sex talk, this is for mature audiences only, mentions of marijuana, mentions of alcohol, slight insinuation of mean parenting on eddies end.

a/n: hi, thanks for being here :) i have been sitting on this for a while and have decided to let it be free. this is set up for a fic, all of my work seems to be *eyeroll*, i'm sick of myself, can never do something SMALL. how many high school 80s fics can we make of eddie... lets find out.

A fluff of dirty blonde hair brushes against your chin, a sweet musky scent flooding your senses, his favorite shampoo. The locks of hair were soft, you could get lost in them for hours, whether you were burying your nose in the thick tresses or dragging your fingers through them. Tonight they were tickling your skin, caressing the smooth curve of your jaw as the boy they belonged to pressed chaste kisses to your neck.

“Think you’ll be able to stay over?” He mumbles, lifting his chin to meet your eyes. Releasing a breath, you raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend and shake your head.

“Jason, I told you,” You say, repeating yourself for third time, “I’ve got a really important rehearsal this Saturday,” Glancing away, Jason bobs his head, “I don’t miss them for anything,” You smile, bringing a hand beneath his chin to make him look back at you, “Not even pretty boys like you.”

“Pretty boys like me,” Jason smirks, playfully rolling his eyes, “I’m flattered… Even if my feelings are hurt.” His pink lips that fit perfectly on his face pulled into a pout.

“No!” You giggle, cupping his cheeks, making his lips squish out, “They won’t be when you get to see the show.” He tries to smile, squishing his cheeks further.

“I can’t wait,” He sighs, then shifts over top of you, “Now keep kissing me.”

Giving him a grin, you slide your arms around his shoulders and pull him close, pressing your lips to his slowly, yet innocently.

It was all too sweet and careful. That’s all it ever was, all of the time. You’d begun to pray for time away from him so you wouldn’t grow bored of this, though some part of your subconscious, the part you ignored, was telling you that you already were.

The way your body reacted to him was enough of a sign. Kissing him was nice, he was good at that, it was everything else where he gave a subpar performance. Unlike his success on the basketball court, most times you were reaching, praying for a buzzer beater, but got left with nothing.

On the court the boy could score, many times, however, between the sheets, nothing.

This weekend his parents were going out of town which left him with an empty house. Jason was notorious for throwing rager’s, and now that you were seniors it was without a doubt they’d be bigger and better than they’ve ever been. The basketball team already knew how they were going to get their hands on three different kegs, and Jason’s dad already kept one in their basement, so this party was going to blow a hole through their roof.

On top of you, Jason slides a gentle hand over your blouse, just barely grabbing your breast, like he was nervous. That expression never showed elsewhere though, his face always read as confident, and sure of himself.

The soft touch was far from satisfying.

As his hand slipped lower, never spending enough time anywhere to rile you up, he peppered kisses to the side of your neck like he once was, using just his lips in a quick, staccato motion.

“Jason,” You whisper before his hand has the chance to slide beneath your skirt. He picks his head up with a smile.

“You have to go,” He says, half disappointed, looking at the clock on his nightstand, “Eh, it’s only eight thirty, we have a half hour,” And before he pecks at your skin again, you stop him, placing both your hands to his shoulders.

“I know, but, I never finished my homework for O’Donnell, and she’s been up my butt because I’ve been barely making deadlines because of rehearsal, and I need-“

“Okay,” Jason laughs softly, leaning down to kiss your lips to shut you up, “I get it,” He nods, then the air falls quiet for a few seconds before he shrugs, “Feel like it’s been hard to catch you recently, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, taking in his deep blue eyes. With a subtle shake of his head he crinkles his chin.

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” He says, dipping his nose down to touch yours, “I just miss you, that’s all, like… miss you.” He raises his brows, making your cheeks blush. Even though he wasn’t talented, his charismatic aura sure had a way of making up for it.

Plus, sex wasn’t a topic the two of you spoke openly about, it was something that just happened.

The first time you and Jason went through with the act was the first time either of you had done anything with anyone. So, in a way, you really had no clue if he was bad at it, you had nothing else to compare it to. Maybe that’s just how sex was, for the guy to get off while the girl laid on her back for seven minutes and kind of enjoyed it.

“I’m sorry,” You repeat yourself, unsure of what else to tell him. Jason’s smile grows.

“You’re cute,” He says, then rolls off you carefully so he can stand on his feet.

Reaching a hand out for you to take, he helps you up and gives you another kiss before you hurry to slip into your shoes. Smoothing down your shirt and adjusting your skirt, you look over to your boyfriend who’s leaning against his dresser with his arms crossed, wearing a curious expression.

“What?” You ask quietly, freezing under his gaze, your fingers dancing along the hem of your skirt.

“You think you can ask your dad to extend your curfew?” He cocks his head to the side, “It’s been nine o’clock since you were fourteen, we’re eighteen. Nine just seems… A little immature.”

Pointing your eyes down to the floor, you feel your stomach churn at the question. Your curfew was nine o’clock for a reason, Jason knew this.

“I- I can- I dunno,” You stammer, “Jason, you know how he is.”

“I know, I know,” He slightly raises his voice, pushing off the dresser with his shoulder, taking slow steps toward you. His tone brushes off the seriousness in yours. “You’re just… We… We’re adults now.”

Standing in front of you, arms still crossed, there’s a persuasiveness peeking through his eyes that’s incredibly chilling. Gulping, you nod your head and look back down to the floor at your feet.

“Hey,” Jason’s entire being softens as he reaches for your shoulder, “Look at me,” He’s wearing a smile when you obey his command, “I love you.”

Painting a smile onto your lips, you whisper, “I love you, too,” Confidently enough so that he’ll let you go.

“C’mon,” He gestures to his bedroom door, “I’ll drive you home.”

Walking the fuzzy carpet of his long, grand hallway, the two of you trot down the stairs hand in hand to greet his parents in the kitchen. His mother, who he so closely resembled, was finishing up the dishes from dinner while his father sat at the table reading the newspaper from this morning. Amongst the dark blue cabinets and striped wallpaper, they truly painted the perfect cookie cutter picture.

Your and Jason's footsteps announced your arrival, cutting off his father who was complaining about whatever he was reading, something about the government probably. That’s what all dads in Hawkins seemed to talk about anyway.

“Heading out?” Jason’s mother asks, wearing a red lipstick smile to go with her sage green stretch pants, a matching sweater and her tightly permed curls. Every time you saw Ms. Carver she was done up like she was ready for her picture to be taken.

“Yes, I’m gonna drive her home,” Jason answers. His father lays the newspaper down and clears his throat.

“Son, she wasn’t talking to you,” Raising an eyebrow, Mr. Carver straightens out his glasses as Jason composes his posture. You give him a small smile, one he returns.

“I have homework to catch up on,” You turn to Ms. Carver and sigh, amping up the act. Tossing a dish towel beside the sink, the poised woman turns to face you and props herself against the counter with a hand on her hip.

“You are just too busy, my dear,” She copies your fake exhaustion with a shake of her head, “When is this ballet show of yours?”

“Soon,” You smile, “We perform over spring break, so, a couple weeks.”

“That’s too darn exciting,” Ms. Carver grins, “Jason, you need to stop keepin’ her here! This girl is doing big things,” Jason’s mother leaves her place at the sink, moving closer to you so that she can cup one of your cheeks, “I’m so proud of you,” She says, then looks over to her son, “I’m so proud of both of you. You’ve grown up so much, you’re hard workers, and you’re committed to your faith.”

The reason Jason was allowed to have you upstairs, in his bedroom, with the door closed. You both wore a thin silver band on the ring finger of your left hand.

“Thank you,” You say, without a falter to your exterior, even though on the inside you were sweating.

Jason, an impeccable liar, leans over to give his mother a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll be back in twenty,” He says, then leads you out to his car as you call out goodbyes to his parents, thanking them for dinner.

The drive home is everything ordinary. If one was to imagine a vanilla version of taking someone home, it was Jason driving his black Jeep Cherokee to your house, walking you to your front door and giving you a kiss on the cheek before saying goodnight to you and your father who met you at the doorstep.

After your fathers hand is shaken, Jason backs away from the door with a smile, then whispers, “Ask him,” with widened eyes. Giving him a small nod, you blow him a kiss and step inside.

“That boy knows all the right things, don’t he?” Your father asks, having found a comfortable spot on the aged living room couch.

Once the door is closed, you take a deep breath before turning around with a smile.

“He does!” You joke with him, taking a couple steps toward him. Eyeing you curiously, your dad sends a crooked smile your way and taps the cushion beside him, hoping you’d sit down with him. With a frown and a head tilt toward the stairs you tell him you have to get to your room.

“Now hold on,” He chuckles, “Just a couple minutes.”

“Okay,” You sigh, “But I’ve got homework, so don’t start any stories.” Mulling toward him, you plop next to him and relax back into the couch.

“Homework for who?” He questions, raising a brow.

“Oh, uh, Miss Click,” You say, your eyes dancing about the homey living room. Your father nods, humming in interest.

“Sure, sure,” He says, “You’re ready for Saturday’s rehearsal?”

Whipping your head at lightning speed, your eyes nearly bug out of your head, “Are you kidding? I’m overly prepared, I’m too prepared, I’m three months past prepared.”

Your father laughs, “I know you are.”

“This show is the make or break moment for me, Dad,” You begin, and his expression shifts to a serious one, “The show has got to be perfect, or I’m in huge trouble”

“Huge trouble?” He asks. You hold up a hand.

“With myself,” You explain, “This spring show is what’s going to get me that scholarship. If I screw it up? I’ll never forgive myself.”

Furrowing his brow, your father hums again.

“I’ve prepared every moment of my life for this,” You begin to speak with your hands, “Everything I’ve done has led me to this performance, and this performance will lead me to my future.”

“And it will take you… where?” He asks happily.

Sucking in a quick breath, you speak loud and clear, “New York City.”

Holding up his hand, you slap your palm against his with a smack.

“Since you were five years old, that’s where you’ve always dreamed of going,” Your father says, “Your mother swore she was going to take you there herself.”

Glancing down to your lap, you sigh at the thought of a dream cut entirely too short.

“No matter how I get there, she’ll be with me,” You say quietly, then look up at him with a small smile, “Thanks, Dad.”

“Anytime, kiddo,” He nods, “You aren’t being too hard on yourself are you?” He asks, “Your workload is alright?”

“My teachers all know what my life is like, they’ve been working with me all year,” You reassure him.

“Right,” He shrugs presumptively, “Just making sure. How about physically? You doin’ okay? That ankle been alright?”

Lifting your left foot you give it a couple rolls, feeling the strain on the joint, then press your lips together.

“Nothing to complain about,” You lie, though living a dancer's life you’ve become accustomed to dancing through injuries.

“Okay,” Is the last thing he says before, “Goodnight.”

And once you say it in response, you’re barrelling up the stairs for your bedroom to listen to some music and get ready for bed.

Waking up the next morning is a breeze, it typically always is. With an alarm set for six, you’re leaping out of bed and into the shower for five minutes exact, eight if you had to wash your hair. Today you were pulling it back into a tight, neat bun, so there wasn’t a need to tack on three pointless minutes.

After the shower you’re whizzing back to your room to slip on your clothes for the day, settling for a long sleeved, light blue sweater tucked into a calf length, darker brown maxi skirt, like the one Molly Ringwald wore in The Breakfast Club.

Even though the movie’s been out for a year, every female everywhere clung to the new it girl, especially the girls here in small town Hawkins, Indiana. They all nearly tore down the department stores searching for that outfit, and a John Bender to go with it.

When you and a couple of girls from your dance company went out a week or so after seeing the film, you got your hands on a skirt your size and charged your fathers credit card without even asking to buy it. You’d repay him somehow, eventually.

Finishing your outfit off with a pair of boots that matched, you took care of your hair, preparing it for tomorrow's early morning rehearsal, and then you were off down the stairs to meet your father in the kitchen twirling his keys.

“Swear, each day you get earlier and earlier,” He smiles at you, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall above the stove, “It’s six thirty three, I swore I just heard you get up.”

Stepping beside him, you pick a banana up from the basket on the kitchen table and laugh under your breath.

“I’m a dancer, Dad,” You say, peeling the fruit and taking a bite, “I coul’ be rea’y in under uh min-uh if I wan’ed to.” Your father blinks a couple of times, then smiles.

“Would that make you practice better manners?” He jokes, gesturing to your mouth full of banana. Slumping your shoulders, you roll your eyes theatrically even though you know he’s kidding.

With a hard swallow you clear your throat and say, “Are we wasting time talking about my table manners, or are we leaving?”

“We’re leaving,” He snickers, tossing the keys in the air, only to catch them a millisecond later, “Did you finish your homework?” He asks as you follow him through the front door, looking over his shoulder to find you picking off the weird strands that are inside the banana peel, flicking them to the ground.

“I didn’t have any,” You mumble, partially listening to what he was saying. Six thirty in the morning, though you knew how to get ready fast, did not mean your brain was as awake as the rest of you.

Locking the front door, your father frowns, creasing his brow. Like you were his shadow, you waited for him on the step just off of the porch, focused on your makeshift breakfast. He smiles to himself when he turns and finds you standing there without a reason.

“Thought you said you had some work to finish, no?” He tries to ask again, eyeing you curiously while you now walk beside him to the car.

“No, I always make sure I finish assignments days before they’re due when it’s a tech weekend,” You scrunch your face, giving your dad a funny look because he knew this about you. Once you meet his ominous eyes and silly smirk, your brain catches up to reality.

Sliding into the front seat, your eyes are wide, and judging by your fathers laugh, he was two steps ahead of you.

The car doors are pulled shut at the same exact time, and for the first couple of minutes the two of you ride in silence, aside from the radio.

“Y’know, I thought it was funny, last night, hearing you say you had work due today,” The conversation had finally sparked once you were driving through the heart of Hawkins, passing by the tall, beautiful library. The streets this morning were littered with men and women alike, bustling to get to work, or going for a morning jog now that the weather encouraged them too.

“You believed me,” You mumble, focusing on the trees that were finally turning green, giving the drab town a pop of color. Your father peeks at you with a funny look, one you don’t see.

“Eh,” He sneers, “For a second, maybe,” Shrugging, he turns down a long street, one that will take you straight to the campus that was Hawkins High and Middle School, “But, I’m not the one you had to convince.” He gives you another look, one you reciprocate.

There’s another silence, a gap of dense air growing so large it could suffocate both you and your father, and the only thing that was going to save either of your lives was if you explained why you had lied to Jason.

“I… I wanted to go home,” You admit quietly, scanning the groups of people that had suddenly come into view now that you were over the hill in the road.

“You wanted to go home,” He repeats, “Okay, why couldn’t you have just told him that? Instead of making things up?”

“Because,” You snap, turning your chin to shoot him a sharp glare. Frowning once more, your father slows down and waits for a couple of kids to cross the street, then pulls into a parking space by the front of the school.

“Because, why?” He asks, egging you on, building up a resentment within you, one that's making you feel guilty for having the thoughts you were.

“Because, Dad, I wanted to go home,” Leaning forward in the chair, you unbuckle and open the visor to check yourself out in the tiny mirror, “I don’t always need a reason.”

“Well, I know that, that’s totally fine, I just want to make sure everything is alright that’s all,” He says, resting his hands on his lap, “Jason’s always a respectable young man when he’s at our place, I mean, I never get to see how he acts at his, so, I’m only being a dad and checking in,” Seeing that you were ignoring him, but not getting out of the car yet, gave him the impression that you had something you wanted to share, you just weren’t ready.

“It’s… fine,” You mutter, pulling a clear lip gloss out of your bag, smearing it on thick. His eyes flicker to the silver band on your left hand, a tiny accessory he had no part in deciding for you to wear.

“Alright,” Your father nods, “Have a good day.”

“Thanks,” Tossing the tube back into your bag, you take a deep breath, flash him your best smile, and jump out of the car to let him get to work.

For years it’s been you and your father against the world. Both of you had a strong bond, a deep connection that was strengthened by the open line of communication you practiced. The man wasn’t high strung in the slightest, he lived a life of peace and ease as best as he could. A majority of your talks end with him telling you, “I’ve been your age before…” or, “When I was a teenager, this was what we’d do…”

A lot of his memories and stories were blamed on all the marijuana he used to smoke with his friends. It shocked you the first time you heard him say it, you had to have been about thirteen years old, but since that day you’ve both shared almost everything with one another. If you were stuck, if you needed assistance with a project, a shoulder to cry on, or boy advice… You knew you could count on your father.

Lying to him last night, and just now in the passenger seat of his car, wrecked your heart. You haven’t told him a lie since you were eight years old, and even then it was you trying to convince him that you didn’t eat a cookie before dinner.

This Jason situation, that stemmed from your issues in the sack, was not going to be discussed with your father. At least not yet, not until you’ve had a proper amount of time to think things through.

Hopping up onto the sidewalk beneath the awning of the schools pavilion, you keep to yourself though your eyes stay vigilant, searching for a face of familiarity. A smile graces your lips when every other girl you walk by ogles at the skirt that you’re wearing. Normally they’d take a peek at you because you were the girl that was dating Jason Carver, captain of the basketball team. It was a comforting feeling to know that this time, they were seeing you instead of somebody’s girlfriend.

Crossing over the threshold of the double doors, the halls of Hawkins High welcome you with white brick walls and debilitating overhead lighting. Decorations and posters were hung up where it was appropriate, attempting to jazz up the place while ultimately looking like a sad birthday party.

On the bulletin board by the doors, there was a poster for your spring show. You made sure to look at the beautiful print everyday as a reminder to keep yourself going, to keep working hard no matter how tough it seemed. In just three short months you’d be graduating from this prison, and set free in the real world to live your dream… If the show goes according to plan.

Just as you return your focus back down the hall, a human being of average height with short, light brown hair collides into your side, catching you with one of their arms.

“Jesus, Robin!” You exclaim, nearly jumping a mile. Laughing with pride, Robin situates her arm around your shoulders and bites onto her bottom lip.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Her voice was smooth, and easy on the ears, though it had the tendency to sometimes sound a bit deep fried, “I know you look at that thing all the time, daydreaming about your future,” She sing-songs, falling into another fit of giggles.

“I do,” You groan, side eyeing her, “Don’t make fun of me.” Pulling your lips into a small pout, Robin copies you, turning up the theatrics and gives your cheeks a squeeze.

“Oh, my sweet honey bun,” Robin coo’s sarcastically, making you smile, “I’m so sorry.”

“My sweet honey bun,” A green Hawkins High Varsity Basketball jacket appears beside you, slipping an arm around your waist, wedging you between him and Robin. The girl you’ve called your best friend since fifth grade drops her grasp, pulling her arms behind her back, assuming a very well structured stance.

“Jason,” Robin states.

“Robin,” Your boyfriend sends back an equally professional tone.

Smiling as your best friend gives you a sarcastic glare, she taps you on the arm once, glances at the poster on the bulletin board and nods her head.

“I know it’s important to you,” She says, “Steve and I will be there, he’s able to buy the tickets that night right?”

“Yeah, just tell him to bring change, the company’s not known to have any,” You say, and she flashes you a thumbs up before giving Jason a salute and taking off down the hall.

“She’s still hanging around Harrington?” Jason asks, pulling you into his hip tighter as he starts to walk with you to your first class, “I don’t get how they don’t date.”

“Boys and girls can be friends,” You say, looking at your boyfriend for the first time this morning. His hair was slicked back perfectly, and underneath his jacket he wore a white t-shirt and light denim jeans that hugged him in all the right places.

“I know that,” He chuckles, “It’s kinda hard though, someone falls eventually.” Holding back your grin, you simply nod your head.

There were a couple secrets you’ve been sworn to keep, ones that you wouldn’t even share with your father, which means Jason didn’t get to know either. A couple Robin leveled secrets that only you knew, and now Steve, apparently.

“How’d the work go?” Jason returns your look, smiling the second he sees your face, “Hope you weren’t up too late.”

Everything about him screamed attraction. From his smile, to his hair, to his sparkling eyes, down to the toned body he knew how to keep up with… He was a dreamboat, and every other girl that skipped down these halls wanted a piece. Freshmen came into this school knowing who he was, like the girls your age once knew of Steve Harrington. Jason was a star amidst the solum white brick walls of Hawkins High, a star that, once upon a time, knew how to make your heart skip a beat.

“Something on my face?” He asks you, pausing by your locker. Blinking twice, blankly, he pulls you from your thoughts.

“Oh, uh, no, sorry,” You sigh, starting to toy with the lock, pulling it open after three fancy twists.

“Guess I was right, not much sleep?” He raises a brow, leaning his back against the locker beside yours.

Pulling out two books while Jason gives a wave to a couple of people who said hello to him, you close the metal door with a slam and shake your head.

“Uh, not really,” You manage to choke out another lie. Last night you slept like a rock.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Jason says softly, turning to face you. Lifting a hand he drags the back of his fingers daintily across your cheek, placing one beneath your chin to beckon you closer for a kiss.

Closing your eyes, you drift into the comfort, the familiar feeling, the normality of it all, and for a second it feels good, with the potential to feel great, until a six foot tall being is thrown into the mix.

“Gareth!” Comes out of the long, curly, brown haired boy's mouth in a screech as he catches himself on his feet so he doesn’t dive into you and Jason head first.

“Watch it,” Your boyfriend sneers, holding up an elbow to protect you from a collision.

Laughter sounds from across the hall pulling your attention. It’s coming from three boys, a shorter one with light hair, a tall, lanky one with black curly hair, and one that fit right between them in height with a baseball cap on his head.

The one who was almost tossed into you stands up straight with his back facing you, flipping his messy mop backwards.

“I’ll kill you, I will,” He grills his friends from behind his teeth.

Turning around quickly, the boy four inches taller than Jason presses his lips together and acknowledges your boyfriend first.

“My sincerest apologies,” He says, seemingly not sorry at all, “I did not mean to interrupt thou, please, continue,” His deep brown eyes meet yours for half of a second, “Ma’am,” He bows his head and turns away, until he whips body back around, “Wait a sec… I know you,” And before you can process any of it, the tall boy with the curly bangs and leather jacket who was blessed with beautiful brown eyes three shades too deep with absolutely no concept of personal space, your boyfriend was slapping a hand to his shoulder to shove him away.

“Get out of here, freak,” Jason curls his lip in disgust, marking his territory with a cold glare toward the four boys across the emptying hallway. You can feel his hands touch you again, you aren’t too sure where though, your gaze is fixated on the boy who looks like he’s straight out of a movie, who’s own gaze hasn’t left you yet as he tumbles backwards into, you assume, Gareth’s arms.

A jumble of the boys saying, “Let’s go,” to one another can be heard at the same time as Jason asking you if you were alright.

“…Eddie has nothing better to do than prowl the hallways looking for…”

Eddie. That was his name.

Your boyfriend's voice was going in one ear and out the other as you watched Eddie shamelessly check you out, head to toe, ending on your hooked stare he picked up on fast.

“See you in O’Donnell’s, princess,” Eddie glances down to the skirt you’re wearing and follows his friends without a second look back. With one use of the word, Eddie unknowingly sets you up for disaster.

“Hey, what the hell!” Jason shouts after them.

“My skirt, Jason,” You say, shushing him by grabbing the sleeve of his jacket with the hand that wasn’t balancing your books.

“What’s your skirt have anything to do with what he just called you,” You could almost see the steam blowing out of his ears, “Freaks got some nerve, I swear if I-“

“Jason,” Sighing heavily, you lift your empty hand to slide it around the back of his neck, “The Breakfast Club, the movie? The one with Molly Ringwald?”

“Yeah?” He shakes his head angrily, not following.

“She wears a skirt like this,” You explain softly, feeling like you were calming a toddler’s temper tantrum, “They call her character a princess.” Jason knits his brows together.

“I really didn’t like that movie,” He says, then looks down to your skirt, “And I wouldn’t have picked up on that, that’s a lot of attention to detail, I’m surprised the freak’s got that much mental capacity.”

Jason's arm snakes around your waist like it was a little while ago, and as if on cue, the conversation had shifted to the party tonight, putting your boyfriend in a much happier mood than droning on about movies and Eddie Munson.

Pausing in front of the door of your first class, he finishes what he needs to say, gives you the fastest smooch, then scurries away to the gym.

Watching him hurry off until he’s out of view, you look down at your skirt and take a long deep breath. Personally, you loved the movie, and this skirt was your everything, it made you feel good- no, it made you feel great.

Jason didn’t notice it.

Eddie, the boy you’ve seen vaguely around the halls and in different classes noticed it.

Eddie, the boy who seemed to stir things up within you with a simple look, things your boyfriend couldn’t seem to awaken even if he was actively between your legs.

Standing up straight, adjusting your books on your hip, you take another deep breath and slip inside the door, right into Ms. O’Donnell’s.

Keeping your gaze fixated on the floor while keeping your chin held high, you beeline across the front of the classroom, turning into the last row of desks that were lined against the windows. Eddie was in this class, a fact you were already aware of. Now aware of another fact, he was going to be somebody you wanted to ignore. Big time.

Your desk was third from the back leaving you wedged between Nancy Wheeler in the desk in front of yours, and Chrissy Cunningham in the one behind.

Passing by Nancy you share a civil smile, something of routine. She wasn’t someone you’d engage in regular conversation with, but every time you’ve had the chance to chat she was nothing but nice.

Robin’s shared facts about the girl with big, owl eyes and permed hair, adding in that she’s got a teeny, tiny crush on her. Those are the words Robin uses, teeny and tiny, though whenever Nancy is the topic, Robin takes an unforgiving form, babbling and droning on and on about how smart she is, or how nice her hair looks.

You paid no mind to your best friend's rants, you knew you were the only one she could talk to, at least about Nancy… She wasn’t a girl she was able to share with Steve.

Just like Nancy, Chrissy Cunningham was another female in Hawkins High you’d avoid voluntary conversation with. The cheerleader had eyes for Jason, so much that sophomore year when your relationship began, you weren’t sure you and Jason were going to make it.

With a high pony and bangs that framed her baby face, she was the one cheerleader everybody wanted, getting to spend hours upon hours with the basketball team. Surely anyone could see why your relationship had such a rocky start, thus creating a deeper meaning for the ring on your and Jason’s left hand.

About to flash her a smile, pettier than the one you gave to Nancy, you find that she’s absent for the day leaving her desk up for grabs, which inevitably enough had to have been snatched up pretty quick.

Sliding your books on the desk, you press your lips firmly together and release a quiet sigh.

Deep brown eyes, three shades too dark are gazing back, kicked back in the chair with his lengthy legs stretched out underneath yours.

“Morning,” He says, smug as anything.

“Morning,” You nod with a slight eye roll, doing your absolute best to keep your eyes on him to assert some type of dominance, not because you were dying to check out the rest of his appearance.

You saw him in the hallway, you got a good look at him. Eddie is the utter opposite of everything you know.

Dressed in ripped jeans and a leather jacket with a denim vest thrown overtop, he was intimidating. The boy wore rings on nearly every finger, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had some sort of piercing somewhere as well. He has tattoo’s… Multiple.

Jason once mentioned not too long ago how he cannot believe anyone would want to mark their skin permanently, for life. Partially in agreement, half of you sweats at the idea of making an enormous commitment like a tattoo, but the other half finds it exciting, and just plain cool. It probably had to do with the artist within you, your creative heart longing for another form of creation and inspiration.

In passing, like how you knew he was in this class, you’ve seen one of Eddie’s tattoo’s, the bats on his arm that were each completely blacked out. Barely remembering his name then, you thought of asking him how it felt, and what he endured during the process, just to have the knowledge, not for any other reason… Obviously you’d never gotten around to that.

“Might wanna take a seat, it’s an hour long class,” Eddie says, cocking his head to the side, catching onto you and your curious eyes once again.

Scoffing, you tear away your gaze embarrassingly fast, hang your bag on the back of your chair and slip into your seat just as Ms. O’Donnell steps inside the classroom.

“Good morning students,” Her monotonous voice carried across the tiled floors, greeting you in a way that everyone felt at half past seven in the morning.

Flipping your textbook open to the last chapter the class had left off on, you lean to the left to pick out a pencil from your bag and find Eddie tapping the bottom of it with his sneaker, making it rock side to side.

“…To chapter twelve, we’ll begin review…” Ms. O’Donnell drones on in the background as you shoot Eddie a cold glare over your shoulder. He maintained a face, wearing the calmest, slyest expression without a smile.

Shoving a hand all the way to the bottom beneath your wallet, under the make up, next to the oval compact mirror you’ve had for years, you finally grab a pencil and slip your hand out quick so you can face forward and ignore Eddie.

Normally he’d be sitting across the room in the last desk in the row, sometimes sleeping. You couldn’t understand why he’d want to sit closer to the windows where the sun would blaze down on him when he could be across the room in the shade like a sleepy little vampire.

Immediately shaking that thought out of your brain and the use of the word ‘little’, you refocus and take a long deep breath, exhaling at the same time as your bag sliding off the back of your chair, hitting the floor in a clobber.

At least four heads turn toward the commotion, including Ms. O’Donnells.

Shutting your eyes momentarily, you compose your being before turning around to pick it up, meeting Eddie’s little smirk.

His feet were now tucked under his own chair, balancing on the toes, creasing the front of his white Reebok’s.

“Apologies,” He says quietly, lowering his brows a bit.

“Don’t worry about it,” You mumble, whipping forward with a vengeance, hoping he’d sense your frustration so he’d leave you alone, but the boy seemed to be relentless.

Leaning toward his desk to get closer to you, he rests his chest on the wood and whispers, “I have a question.”

You open a notebook to jot down the things Ms. O’Donnell had started to review, putting the new notes below the ones from yesterday. As you scribble as fast as she’s speaking, you hear Eddie tap his fingers on his desk.

With another deep sigh, you stay zoned in on your notes, but whisper, “What?”

He answers right away, waiting somewhat patiently.

“Did you do the homework?” He asks. With a roll of your eyes you nod your head to answer him. That would be what he wants, you’re very prompt with your work and it’s not something you tend to hide.

“‘Course you did,” He seems to snicker.

Turning your chin toward your shoulder, you glare down to his feet and mutter, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“No talking, please!” Ms. O’Donnell cuts in, stopping her sentence about the lesson short.

Shifting around, you resume your note taking and active listening.

About ten minutes pass in peace, but as you raise your hand to answer the third question your teacher has asked, you hear another sound of a quiet laugh from behind you.

Snapping your hand back down to your side you let another student answer this one, using the time to turn around to address the situation you were in.

Staring out the window, nibbling on the nail of his thumb, Eddie is smiling, shaking his head the slightest bit.

“Can you shut up?” You sneer, keeping your volume under control.

Dropping his hand to his lap, he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip and looks at you. Like sweet caramel, his eyes were truly a sight to get lost in, and when they shift over to your angry brows the way they make your stomach flip riddles you with nerves.

“I can’t help it,” He says.

“Well, get it together,” You finally glance down to the shirt he’s wearing under his jacket- a white Motley Crue tour t-shirt from 1983, with big orange letters and the four members of the band in the center. Your dad went to that concert, you remember spending the night at Robin’s so that he could go.

Eddie glances down at his tee, flickering only his eyes up to you.

“You like them?” He asks, his demeanor changing to much nicer than before. Looking at him, you part your lips to speak but struggle to find the words.

“My dad went to the- I mean, yeah, they’re cool, my dad, listens,” You manage to whisper.

“Do we have a problem back there?” Ms. O’Donnell calls out to the two of you. You would have broken your neck with how quick you turned to her.

“Sorry, no,” You say, obtaining the third condescending laugh from behind your back.

Telling yourself you were going to ignore Eddie and his immature pestering for the next fifty minutes, he whispers four words that send a shock down your spine, “Such a good girl.”

There wasn’t a soul in Hawkins who has ever said such a thing to you. It was a simple sentence, one that people everywhere say in a meaningless, innocent matter. You’ve heard people say it to their pets, their cars even, those four words, specifically the two at the end, were not supposed to make you sweat.

Eddie oozed sexual energy, that much was clear. A cocky, confident aura was alluring, you were with Jason for god's sake, but Eddie was also self aware, and that turned the sexiness up to the nth degree. There wasn’t ever a moment he seemed to be pretending, he was who he was, and it didn’t look like he had a problem with that.

For all you know, he could say those things to anybody. He’s never been spotted with a girl, or guy, whatever he may like, you don’t know a thing about his life, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t exactly getting any action either.

Walking the halls of Hawkins as if he owned the place, looking like the bad boy heartthrob of any movie, it was impossible to not think about, or at least be intrigued by his sex life, if he had one.

Someone who uses words like ‘good girl’ in such an easy manner had to have one. That type of sentence doesn’t come out of thin air. It comes from practice.

Ms. O’Donnell’s voice fades into the background, your thoughts now clouded because of the boy sitting behind you.

Shifting in your seat, crossing your legs, you glance up to the clock momentarily and find fifteen minutes have passed. Fifteen minutes of the teacher talking that you haven’t heard, and a quarter of an hour of missed notes.

Tapping the eraser of your pencil on the desk, you look to it as your lips part in surprise. The pink, rubber end was covered in teeth marks, completely chewed up.

“What the…” Tumbles from your lips, lifting the pencil for a closer look.

“You were going to town on that thing,” Eddie whispers. Uncrossing your legs to cross the other on top, you shift in your seat again, blinking what seemed like a trillion times to help you ignore the distraction that should not be a distraction.

Eddie should be easy to ignore, he’s the type of guy you want to ignore. You grow up hearing stories about people like him, and how they’re the kind of people you shun out of society because they don’t do it any good unless they shape up and become better citizens.

Conditioned to ignore and shun, you cannot begin to imagine, or logically think why you have the deepest urge to turn around and engage with the jerk.

That’s what he is, a jerk. He saw you kissing Jason in the hallway, that has to be the reason why he’s chosen to suddenly taunt you when he’s been sitting in the same class with you all year. Eddie and your boyfriend have some unexplained rift between them, probably the clashing of societal values or something, you're sure Jason has mentioned it before, so that’s got to be the reason why.

It’s a part of the feud. Eddie is trying to get to him through you.

With a deep breath, you place the pencil on your book.

“I’ve never seen you this fidgety before,” Eddie eggs on, “Everything alright?” The stealthiness can be heard in his voice, like you were already aware of, he knew what he was doing.

“Just totally annoyed,” You mutter over your shoulder. Eddie laughs.

“Oh, yeah,” He smiles, “I’m sure you are.”

At the front of the classroom, Ms. O’Donnell places stacks of paper on each desk in the first row to be passed backward. Nancy stretches a slender hand behind her, not bothering to turn around to deliver the sheets face to face. Accepting them with a soft, “Thank you,” you take one and hand the remainder to Eddie, copying Nancy’s technique, unintentionally flashing the ring on your finger to the boy.

“What is that?” He asks with grandeur as the class falls into a quiet chatter while everyone begins their work.

“What is what?” You sigh, writing your name at the top of your paper.

To your left, a hand is held out to you. Eddie wiggles his ring finger when you look down to it.

The sight of his boney, callused fingers strikes a bolt of lightning through your chest. All four fingers were adorned with chunky, silver rings of different shapes and creatures you didn’t dare to ask more about- though you wanted to.

Swallowing hard, you peek at him and raise an eyebrow, “My ring?”

“Yeah, that,” He says, nodding, stretching his neck to catch another look.

Holding up your left hand, you widen your eyes and slightly curl your lip.

“What about it?” You ask, your tone flat.

Eddie stares at the silver band, taking it in for a second before he starts to smile.

“You and the jock married or something?” He jokes, looking at you, leaning further onto his desk so he was just about laying on it. His hand was still stretched out beside you, dangling next to your torso.

“Not married,” You state with persistence, making Eddie snort.

“Damn,” He chuckles, “Someone better warn him to take his time.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t sound too happy about marrying him, that’s all.”

Scoffing, you say, “I’m eighteen, we’re eighteen, we have plenty of time to think about getting married.”

“So, it’s what, a promise ring, or something?” Eddie continues to dig.

“Why do you care?” Turning around, you sit sideways in your desk and choose not to pay attention to his hand that’s now hanging above your lap that didn’t even flinch as you twisted.

Resting his head on his arm, his bangs swish to the side, the new angle making his eyes appear even larger, more soft.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders and glances around before planting his gaze on you, saying, “You both wear them, everybody talks about it.” You stop yourself from widening your eyes.

“Ev… Everybody?” You ask, hushed. Eddie nods.

“Your lover boy feeds off the energy of everybody else in case you haven’t realized,” Eddie smirks. Snapping your eyes to your lap, and evidently Eddie’s hand, you take a breath.

“I’ve realized,” You roll your eyes, to which Eddie picks his head up.

“Ah, hah,” He grins, “You aren’t happy.”

“I never said that,” You grill, giving him a cold stare. Eddie nibbles his bottom lip, sitting back in his chair, moving his hand from in front of your body.

“You didn’t have to,” He winks.

Groaning loud enough that Nancy gives you a look, you twist forward in the chair and hunch over the worksheet you’ve yet to start.

Sure, you weren’t thrilled about where you were in your relationship with Jason right now, but it was only due to the fact that you were under immense pressure in every aspect of your life.

When the spring show was over, when finals had passed, when the light of graduation could be seen at the end of the tunnel- That’s when things with Jason would get better. You’d have the proper time to care for and nurture your relationship.

You weren’t about to let Eddie Munson find all of this out, then your business could be spread to everyone in these halls.

“Hey,” Eddie says, reaching a hand out to tap your shoulder, startling you.

“What?!” You furrow your brows and whip your head around, “Don’t touch me.” Lifting a hand, you hold the spot he tapped.

“Right,” Eddie’s eyes go wide like you’ve frightened him. Tucking his hand to his chest he nods, “Shit, you’re right, I’m sorry.”

Relaxing your shoulders, you watch his entire demeanor change before your eyes.

“It’s… It’s fine,” You say.

“No it’s not,” Eddie narrows his eyes, “I should’ve had your permission,” The two of you share a few moments of quiet, Eddie seeming like he was trying to read your mind, “You know that right?” His softened gaze returns, wide puppy dog eyes. It draws you in, shifting your body halfway around. Incredible, how the boy could shift between both personas at the drop of a hat.

“Know what?” You question, and he sighs, folding his hands on his lap.

“Jesus Christ, he’s more of a twat than I imagined,” Eddie mumbles, barely audible.

“Excuse me?” You ask genuinely, not having heard half of what he said, only ‘he’s’ and ‘twat’, which was almost enough to piece together who he was talking about.

Thinking to himself, Eddie ponders over his response with care. Sitting forward once more he presses his lips together tight and exhales subtly.

Inches apart, you can make out every little spot on his face, every line, and every scar that held incredulous history. A faint squiggle beneath his curly bangs that almost slices through his left brow catches your eye.

“He’s nice to you,” Eddie pauses, watching you study his imperfect complexion, “Right?”

“Who?” You mumble, drawing your eyes across his forehead to a freckle on the side of his jaw. The corners of Eddie’s lips threaten to perk up under your surveillance.

“Uh, your man?” He chuckles.

Right, Jason.

Clearing your throat, you turn your attention to your knees and nod. Really fast.

“He’s nice to me?” You blurt out.

“I’m asking you, sweetheart,” Eddie smiles. Squeezing your eyes shut, you sigh and shake your head.

“Jeez,” You whisper, then pop open your eyes to give him the best sure of yourself smile you could, “Jason’s nice to me, of course he is.”

Nodding slow, Eddie raises his eyebrows, “Course he is.”

“He is,” You restate, insisting on the matter further, “Treats me like a saint.”

Eddie scoffs under his breath, “Yeah, I’m sure he does.”

“Shut up.”

“Just saying,” Eddie shrugs, “No one wears rings like those,” He glances to your hand, “Unless they’re not having sex.”

Gasping aloud, you throw a look around the room to see if anyone had heard him, but everyone was focused on themselves, even Nancy Wheeler. Feeling your cheeks warm, you take your time to face his smug little smirk.

“Promise ring,” Eddie says, then shrugs again, “Purity ring, what’s the difference, huh?” His tone is nonchalant, all too calm to be discussing this topic with a blatant stranger.

“It is not a purity ring,” You whisper, leaning toward him, lowering your brows above your eyes. Eddie copies you.

“Oh, okay, then why do you both wear them?”

“Because they’re… promise rings, for each other.”

Eddie pulls a face of disgust, “You could’ve picked nicer rings if that’s really what they are.”

“We didn’t get to choose them,” You grit your teeth.

“Why not?”

“Why does it matter?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Why wouldn’t you get to pick out your own promise rings?”

“Because!”

“Because why?”

“Because! His parents-“

Cutting yourself short, not realizing that both of you were leaning further into one another, you zip your lips shut and sit straight up. Eddie doesn’t move, instead, the smile that's gracing his lips grows.

“Finish the sentence,” He says. Ripping your eyes from his for a second, you shake your head. “Come on, finish the sentence.”

“No,” You mutter.

“Interesting,” Eddie squints, still grinning like a fool, “Is it ‘cause I’m not of importance that you won’t listen to me? Finish the sentence.”

“What do you mean by that,” You say, locked onto his gaze.

“I mean, that you listen to everybody when they tell you to do something. You do the homework, you participate in class, you follow the rules, you’re-“

“A good student?”

“A good girl.”

There were those words again, the ones that chill your spine. The words that definitely came from practice, because you watched them as they tumbled from his lips with ease in real time this time, they weren’t muttered from behind you. He said them with his chest.

They make you feel funny, almost uncomfortable, but only due to the fact that this was how Jason was supposed to make you feel.

Every intimate night you’ve spent with your boyfriend, he reached and reached for this feeling unsuccessfully.

Eddie did it in two words.

Stupidly self aware, Eddie brings his bottom lip between his teeth and gives it a nibble, happily watching your eyes follow. As the sound of what seems like a laugh leaves him, you look up into his disgustingly sweet brown eyes.

“Finish the sentence,” He says, lowering his chin a bit.

Obliging to his request in a heartbeat, you speak quietly, “His parents got them for us, they were blessed at the church with the promise we’d… remain loyal to our faith and wait until we were married to engage in any sexual behavior.”

“Oh my god,” Eddie laughs, “So you’re a liar, it’s a purity ring.”

There was no need for you to prove yourself to him, there wasn’t a reason for this conversation to be had. Deep down inside of you, a small part of your conscience was screaming at you to turn around, to utterly ignore Eddie and anything he tried to do to you, but for some unforeseen, goddamn reason, you were feeling masochistic, and enjoying this.

“It’s a purity ring to his parents,” You say.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” He sings, “Hold on.”

“Holding,” You nod, a bubble of confidence manifesting within you. Not that you cared a lick if Eddie Munson knew you were having sex.

“Are you telling me you lied to his parents?” He asks. You nod in response. “You made them believe that you’re wearing rings blessed by the Gods, promising that you won’t engage in sexual behaviors, only to do the opposite, and betray them, and all of the Gods and their royal subjects.”

“There’s only one God.”

“Who says? Jason?”

“Eh, kinda-“

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie shakes his curls as if to shake away the matter, “You have sex, and all this time I thought you and Jason were going celibate for life.” Laughing for half a second, you wipe the smile clean off of your face and raise an eyebrow.

“Why do you care?” You question.

“Cause… you’re you, you’ve been untouchable for as long as I can remember, living your holier than thou life comfortably. It’s just interesting,” It’s Eddie’s turn to study your face, bringing the warmth back to your cheeks.

“Holier than thou,” You whisper, “What?”

“Right, since you’ve been living so comfortably you may not have realized that we live in two different worlds,” Eddie smiles sarcastically.

“Is that what this is?” You scrunch your face as a thousand different emotions shuffle through your mind, “You’re- You’re messing with me, when you’ve never once paid any attention to me, mind you, because you’re- you’re… pissed?! Pissed that I live my life, what, differently than you live yours?”

While you spoke Eddie sat up completely, pressing his back flat against his chair. Folding his hands together on the desk in front of him, he clears his throat dramatically and eyes his rings.

“Wrong, and wrong,” He looks up at you, keeping his chin pointed down.

Placing a fist on his desk you tilt your head with a glare, encouraging him to explain without needing to ask.

“You really are wrapped up in your life,” He says, lowering his voice drastically, “You are so clean cut, so precise about things that it boggles my mind. When was the last time you did something off schedule?”

You shrug, and Eddie chuckles.

“Exactly,” He nods, “Walking around this place, you’ve got, like, hyper focus or some shit, not giving anyone else an ounce of attention. Well, except for the boyfriend,” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Can we get to the point?” You grill.

“You sound like my dad,” He jokes, cocking his head sideways. His bangs brush away from the scar on his brow again, drawing your gaze toward it.

“And you sound like you’re jealous of my work ethic,” You say quietly.

Eddie raises a hand to adjust his hair, muttering, “Stop,” in the process, causing you to snap your eyes back to his and reach out your hand.

“Sorry, I just-“

The hand he tousled his soft bangs with rests on top of yours, but not on purpose. His fingers are warm, and coupled with the coolness of his metal jewelry, the touch is borderline electric.

At the same time, you and Eddie glance down to where your hands met and jump apart as if the gentle graze was radioactive.

Tucking your hands into your lap, you stare down at your shoes, the boots you chose to wear with the infamous skirt that caught Eddie’s attention. Following your lead, Eddie pulls his hands under his desk, wedging them beneath his thighs.

There’s a minute of quiet between you while the class radiates its own subtle chatter.

It should feel awkward, having touched one another in total innocence on accident while only being acquainted, but it’s not.

Everything about this situation as a whole should be awkward, but it’s not.

Thinking about what he said before he planted his palm over yours, you admit to yourself that he was right. You were uptight about the way you maneuvered school, but it was all for a reason he knew nothing about. It was obvious why it seems like you ignored others and kept pushing through, you had an entire other life Eddie didn’t know you lived.

He doesn’t know your father, doesn’t know it’s just the two of you at home, doesn’t know how important your dancing is, and doesn’t know about the pressure hanging over your shoulders because of the upcoming show.

Your future, your college decision and scholarship opportunities were riding on how well the show goes. So, if you appeared uptight to other students in the hall, you weren’t too sure you cared all that much.

Though, that doesn’t mean the pressure wasn’t becoming too much to handle. As right as Eddie Munson was, part of you wished he wasn’t.

Part of you also wishes to tell him that you’ve noticed him before this moment, just like he’s been hinting at noticing you.

He’s always been hard to ignore.

Eddie’s way of life appealed to you like no other. Laidback, relaxed, no anxiety about the future- just purely living in the moment and enjoying it with the people he cared about.

Every moment in your life has felt like a brick to get you to the next step, like life was a game of chess and each move was calculated with precision for ultimate success. It was… precise, like Eddie said.

“Y’okay?” He mumbles, knocking you out of your thoughts, bringing you back into reality. Giving his concerned brows a quick glance, you take a breath and nod, then turn around to face the front of the room, picking up your pencil.

“The bell is about to ring,” Ms. O’Donnell shouts above the noise, “I need these papers on my desk as you walk out, double check your work, please!”

Darting your eyes up to the clock, your heart rate skyrockets. The entire hour of class, gone.

“These quizzes are important, I let you use your books and your friends, they should be complete.”

“Oh, shit,” You whisper, skitzing out as you hunch over your paper to start the work assigned to you ages ago, but the second your pencil begins to scribble, the bell rings.

Your classmates leap from their desks as the noise grows louder and the door swings open. Wide eyed, and probably in shock, you look up to Ms. O’Donnell sitting at her desk staring right back at you. She presses her lips together, firm, and sends a disappointed look to you- and the boy behind you.

“Guess we fucked up,” Eddie sighs. Standing up in ease, he slaps a hand on his quiz and snatches it off the desk, mulling up to the teachers desk. His sneakers slap on the tile floor to every third beat of your racing heart.

“Can I please see both of you,” Ms. O’Donnell takes the blank paper from Eddie, sending you another glare.

Gathering your belongings, sliding your bag over your shoulder, you hold the quiz between your fingers tight to keep your hands from shaking. Approaching Eddie’s side, you hand over the incomplete work with a worried frown.

The woman before you snatches the paper with vigor, eyeing you from behind the glasses that were perched on the tip of her nose. She takes a look at the quiz you’ve given her, and sighs, seeing only your name written at the top.

“At least you had the decency to write your name, Mr. Munson didn’t even give me that,” Ms. O’Donnell perks up a brow, glancing to Eddie momentarily before redirecting her attention to you. “I expect this behavior from him. Not from you,” She says, her tone laced with disappointment, “This is Eddie’s everyday, not yours.”

Looking over at the boy towering beside you, you find him staring at her desk with an emotionless, empty gaze.

You wondered how many teachers said this about him, he didn’t even seem surprised. He appeared as if he’s heard this about himself for ages, like… he was entirely self aware. You guess that talent was apparent in every aspect of his life.

That part of you, the one that wanted to interact with Eddie while he was causing this problem, started to feel bad for him. Teachers can be such assholes, this much you know, but to belittle someone in front of themselves, and another, is a different type of assholery.

“I’m so sorry,” You say, your voice wavering with every syllable, “Ms. O’Donnell, you know me, I didn’t do this on purpose I was just-“

Pausing, you turn both of their heads, Eddie and Ms. O’Donnell.

“Just what?” She asks, exhaling heavily.

“Uh,” Stammering, you glance up to Eddie once more, shaking your head, “Distracted,” You mutter, looking to your teacher for some sympathy, and like you did with your father this morning, you lie your ass off, “With my spring show coming up, and rehearsals happening more often, I think my brain needed… needed a second of distraction from the stress, I think it even happened subconsciously, you know I wouldn’t do it-“

Maybe you weren’t lying.

“Okay,” Ms. O’Donnell holds up a hand, cutting you off abruptly, “I get it, but this is an important grade, I don’t want you to miss this assignment.”

“I don’t want to miss it either,” You say.

“Eddie, you should make it up as well,” Your teacher nods her head once, gesturing a hand toward the boy, “Would do you good to have a completed grade? Yeah?”

Slightly shrugging, Eddie nods, and mumbles, “Course.”

“Here’s what we can do,” Ms. O'Donnell begins, “You both can meet me here tomorrow, at this time, and I will let you take the quiz together with the same amount of time as everyone else,” Your heart sinks to your knees.

“No, no,” You speak up, “I have a rehearsal tomorrow, it’s going to be running all day, I can’t do that.” Eddie gives you a curious look.

Folding her hands, your teacher smiles, “It’s fine. Why don’t you take this home with you, finish it tonight, or this weekend, and return it to me Monday morning.”

“Deal,” You blurt out, making Eddie laugh, “I mean, yes, please, yes. I’ll have it done tonight.”

“Wonderful,” Ms. O’Donnell’s eyes switch between you and Eddie as she says, “And maybe you should work on it together,” You and Eddie snap your necks to look at each other, “Everyone worked with some type of partner today, it’d only be fair if you did the same.”

The thought of Eddie Munson coming to your house, or vice versa, twisted your stomach in knots. It’s not that you were worried something would happen, or that he would try to make something happen… It was the fear of telling Jason.

He would absolutely, one thousand percent, request to be in attendance, and if that were the case, no work would get done. Your boyfriend would spend the entire time ridiculing the boy who didn’t seem all too bad.

Eddie knew how to push buttons, but he didn’t have a problematic energy to him.

Looking at him now, his eyes are just as wide as yours.

“Uh, that’s, uh, up to you,” Eddie clears his throat, shifting in his sneakers a bit, “I can be here tomorrow, we don’t have to do it together.”

He was giving you an out. Self-aware of the fact that you two didn’t belong hanging out with one another, or reading the fear on your expression, letting you make the decision.

You had a Jason. A Jason that caused Eddie a lot of problems. It made sense why he wouldn’t want to do the assignment with you, but the deepest piece of you wished he would’ve taken initiative and agreed with the second option Ms. O’Donnell gave you straight away.

It was wrong. There’s no way in hell you and Eddie would get along outside of these cinder block walls, he said the words himself, you live in two different worlds.

Your perfect, pristine way of life was no match for his lap of luxury.

But it was so, so, enticing.

Turning to Ms. O’Donnell, you give her a small smile and say, “We’ll figure it out, thank you,” and brush by Eddie to start for the door.

“Uh, thanks,” Eddie mumbles to your teacher, then scrambles after you. Ms. O’Donnell watches the exit with an eyebrow raised, the unlikely pair hurrying out of her classroom, one she would’ve never seen coming. Eddie Munson never thanked a teacher before in his life.

“Hey, wait, hey,” Eddie calls after you as he pushes past people in the hall.

“I can’t be late to my next class,” You mutter, peering behind you as he trips over his own foot, stumbling beside you, “You really can’t stay on your feet can you?”

“Nope,” Eddie sighs, “I wasn’t born with spacial awareness like you, okay Miss Perfect?”

“You gonna follow me all the way to English?” You question snarkily, side eyeing him.

“Mm,” Eddie hums, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Don’t think so, you're not the stalking type.”

Your jaw drops, “Excuse me?”

Eddie laughs, “You're predictable, that’s all.”

“I am not predictable,” You state, and watch Eddie weigh the possibilities, tilting his head side to side making his curls go astray, “I’m not!” Pausing your speed walk, you turn to face him, the other students parting around the two of you.

“You kinda are,” Eddie raises his eyebrows, speaking carefully, “I know exactly what you’re gonna do for the rest of the day, and no, it’s not weird, because I could stop any one of these soulless assholes and they’d be able to tell us the same thing.” He gestures to your surroundings, encouraging you to take a peek.

Taking a deep breath, you try to not let him get under your skin, that seems to be his aim of the game.

“Well, I’d rather be predictable than unreliable,” You sneer, looking him dead in the eyes, “I could also stop anyone of these soulless assholes and I’m sure, without a doubt, they’d tell us the same thing.” Narrowing your eyes, you're surprised to see a fire ignite in his.

Wearing a crease in his brow, Eddie represses a smile. Your intent to hurt him, or bruise his ego, has only done the opposite. He’s impressed.

“Are we doing the assignment together, or not?” He asks, glued to your glare.

“That depends,” You deter, stepping closer to him, “If I’m so predictable, what do you think I’m going to say?”

Eddie’s smirk leaks onto his lips, “You want to say no,” He begins strong, and you can feel your defeat on the rise, “And you think I expect you to say no, but now, in this case of predictability and being worried you’re becoming a stereotype… You’re gonna say yes.”

A sharp inhale from you makes him laugh.

“Oh, and I think your panties are in a twist for two reasons. One, you have to tell your boyfriend where you’ll be, and he hates my guts, and two, I’ll be proving you wrong… Twice.”

Your cheeks warm, fueling your annoyance for the boy you have to look up to. At least Jason was nearly eye level, talking to Eddie this way made it all the more condescending.

“Did I get it?” He asks cockily, “Did I win?”

Gritting your teeth, you say, “Meet me in the middle school parking lot after the last bell. Then we’ll see if I’m the one who’s right.”

Storming away from the imperfectly alluring boy, you point your nose forward and hurry toward your next class.

“Good luck breaking the news to your boy toy!” Is called after you, spurring your feet on to move faster.

You wouldn’t see Jason until lunch. That gave you at least another two hours to come up with a convincing story as to why you’d be missing his party. Eddie’s name wouldn’t even be mentioned, it’d be a little white lie, something you were excellent at creating these days.

What you didn’t see coming was the uncountable times you’d have to come up with one because of Eddie, and it was only a quarter past eight in the morning.

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can i ask for venti voice lines about you? male reader pronouns if possible thanks!

a/n: ok i lied when i said i wont really get back to writing...i saw this request from like....a few months ago....and i think this is adorable, yes. also so sorry for responding so late !

pairing: venti x m!reader about y/n

"y/n? you know him? me too! we're actually really good friends, ehe. i met him at the tavern and ever since, he's been paying for all my drinks. what a lad."

"you want to know more about y/n? why? you're not trying to take my drinking buddy away from me, are you? just kidding. well...how should i put this...oh! y/n is like a cecilia. the most beautiful flower in all of teyvat...w-what? o-of course im talking about the flower!"

"hey traveler have you seen y/n? i haven't seen him all dayyyyy, not even at the tavern and he's there most of the time. what? of course not! i'm not looking for him so he can pay for my drinks! i just...i just miss him."

"y/n and i hung out today! i've never been happier. the way the sunlight shines over his pretty face...archons, so beautiful...a-and did you know his hands are really soft, but also strong at the same time? it's crazy, i know! i almost fell off a cliff but he saved me, ehe. he's so...so...i can't believe i'm at a loss of words, that's a first. w-what? in love? pfft, no wayyyy."

*embarrassed* "traveler.... i think i'm in love with y/n."

*muffled screaming* "there's no way y/n likes me back, there's no way." *sobbing* "what do you mean he does? no, he doesn't! he's so perfect and i'm just me...h-hey! don't call me an idiot!"

#genshin venti #venti #venti x you #venti x y/n #venti x reader #venti x male reader #genshin impact #genshin fic #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff

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weirdo09 · 8 months

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what to name this jess x rio x jeff au? 🤔 eh it ont need a name rn

anyway i’mma just make a list of ideas

they’re all married

jess is miles’ other mom (because i say so)

miles’ jess and jeff’s child

billie’s jess and rio’s child

jada’s jess and rio’s another child

they’re a happy family

miles, as the oldest, is protective of his baby sisters.

jada n billie always ask for miles as much as he plays with them

jada is a february baby

miles (canonical but i’m addin it away) is a august baby

billie’s a june baby (idk her canon birthday but late june - early may seems right for her)

jada has 4c hair, billie has 3b hair n miles has 4a-4b hair

all of them except for jada are tenderheaded

they all have thick hair tho

jada’s clinger with jess than with any of her other parents (rio fake pouts about this because “my baby doesn’t spend as much time with me!”, the two women laugh it off tho, lil jay’s left oblivious)

the babies are a year apart, jada’s the youngest.

since miles is 13-14 years older than the babies, he likes to act like they’re his babies.

jess is trusted with the kids’ hair most days because of rio’s work schedule and jeff can’t braid.

rio and jess mostly speak spanish amongst themselves and the kids, jeff is left out convos most times but he doesn’t care too much as his wives are just so beautiful when they speak spanish.

rio is transfem (to me 😭😭) and her partners are widely supportive, she began to transition once miles was born.

(if we’re talkin bout transfem miles) rio would be absolutely estatic once she told her that she feels more of a girl than a boy (transfem genderfluid miles has my heart 🫶🏽) she still dresses ‘masculine’ and uses her name n he/him pronouns (genderfluidity at its finest, can you tell i’m slightly projectin?)

jess and jeff would be excited as well, they’d have a party n everythin (he would be shocked how all out they went from her)

(closin transfem miles section)

hobie comes over from time to time to see billie and jada, jada’s his favorite (jkjk, they’re both so lovable)

(punkflower thingy) once rio, jess and jeff heard about miles dating hobie, i’d say jess was the most accepting. she loves the kid, he kinda reminds her of herself so obviously her favorite boyfriend of miles’ (the only one *cough*)

(miles and miles 42 as twins) miles is older by 10 minutes, myle gotta big head and miles would tease him relentlessly about it when jess told them the birth stories. (actually i’mma add this to the au !!!)

myle n jada just clicked when she was born, same with miles n billie but they all love each other equally (or do they? /j)

(au where miles’ spider man and myle’s the prowler) they didn’t know about their secret identities until they went home one night and found each other in their suits. there was a lot of questioning after.

(punkflowerbyte au) jess was really happy when she heard that her son’s dating a black girl (let’s be so honest, black queen’s his type fam) along with his childhood friend who she loves like a son. she was really keen on getting to meet margo, the two hit it off instantly and they’re like best friends (miles sometimes jokes how his momma stole his girl, hobie agrees)

that’s all i gots now, more may be added. i really like this au, it may stay talked about from me really. i’mma def make oneshots on ao3 about it <3

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femd-archive · 1 year

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im not sure if your asks are open but can I request the vinsmoke brothers getting overstimmed or edged for hours until they’re shivering and sobbing?something in their ass and cock vibrating or just fingering them till they cry ? i rly wanna just put them in there place, i imagine since they don’t really experience emotions, them being overloaded with pleasure will ruin them so good ❤️

a/n: my asks are always open for thirst and requests! and sure :] i'll try my best to write about them, since i don't like them so much for everything they have done lol

You told ICHIJI that you were too tired to have sex that night, but would help him with his hard on with your hand if he still wants it. He accepted, taking any chance to feel your skin on his.

You lied on his chest, pumping his cock faster and faster, smiling and giggling at the way he whimpered while he squirmed under your touch.

"Do you like it, baby?" you ask with a teasing tone.

"Y-yes baby...don't stop" he demmanded, hugging you closer to him.

In matter of minutes, he camed for the first time in the night. His body relaxed against the matress, heavy breathing as he was trying to recover from his orgasm. Still, you saw that he was still hard, so why not keep helping him.

The yelp he let out mixed with the wet sounds your hand was making around his dick.

"W-what are you doing?!"

"Helping you, of course. I know a strong man like you can give me one more, right Ichiji?" you innocently bat your eyelashes at him.

He couldn't even answer you, since his moans interrupted him as you started to play with the head.

In no time you had him cumming again, and once again you asked him for one more.

"Come on baby, be a darling for me and cum again?"

And you did that, again and again and again. You knew Ichiji wouldn´t be able to say no if his pride was on the table. You wanted him to show you how much he can take? He'll show you.

You lost count of how many times you had made him cum. 15? 20? You were having so much fun seeing the pool of cum in his stomach and how the tip have turned redder and redder with the past of time, you thought it even matched his hair colour.

You wouldn't be able to hear him unlees he touched your shoulder like he did, making you turn at him and see his pathetic state.

His glasses had fallen out of his face, revealing you his swollen eyes and the tears that kept flowing out of them; there was a thread of droll in one corner of his mouth that kept open, letting free the most pornographic moans you've ever heard of him.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn't made out what it was.

"What do you say, baby? Use your big boy words for me"

"No more...please! No more" he sobbed, "it hurts...hurts" he mumbled.

"It does?" you ask with a fake pout. "How bad. But I want one more, yeah? And I'll let you rest" you smile at him, leaving a kiss on his tear-stained cheek.

He let out a cry when he fells you move your hand over his swollen dick one again.

NIJI was over the moon when you told him you wanted to try some bondage, running over to the bedroom, already taking of his clothes and jumping in the bed, expecting you to bring on the ropes so he could tie you up.

"Turn around baby" you said, getting on the bed with him and not really waiting for him to turn around to start tying him up.

"Eh?" he could only say, noticing you were already done when he got out of his initial shock.

"There you go. You look so pretty like this" you giggle.

"I thought I was going to tie you up!"

"So what? You don't want me to pamper you?" you fake a pout, looking at him with doe eyes.

After arguing for a bit, he finally gave up. At the end he's still gonna have sex, so what's the big deal?

He saw how wrong he was once you putted a vibrating ring on his dick, locking him up at the same time the vibrations travelled all over his body.

"Take that off now!"

"Mmh? But I just wanna make you feel good babe, lay down and enjoy it" you smile devilish at him.

Niji's head was spinning, forgetting how many times you had already denied him his realase, turning off the vibrations or stopping jacking him off when he was so close to cumming.

"Please..." he begged on a broken voice, making you look at him. His face was covered in tears and some snot, while his strong body was shaking, waiting for the realase he needed.

"You really think you deserve it? You've been acting up in the dinner a few hours ago, and you know I don't like brats, right Niji?"

Oh he knew it, but his stupid pride won't let him apologize to you.

He endured a few hours more like this, finally breaking when you had denied him for maybe the 30th time.

"You would behave for me?"

"I will, I will!" he cried, all his face drenched in tears.

You know he was lying, but that's alright, that means you would have to do this all over again.

YONJI would do whatever you want him to as the simp he is. Want him on all fours for you? Weird, but okay!

"Oh" he exclaimed at feeling your fingers inserting slowly inside him, "a bit cold" he chuckled nervously.

"Relax baby, I'm gonna make you feel real good" your fingers runned through his green hair. "So good that you won't be able to speak" you mumbled, lowkey enough that he didn't even hear it.

And so, you milk him for hours. His body was shaking and wriggling all over the bed, but he stayed still with a simple smack on his ass and your command.

He cried when you pull out your fingers, shaking his ass to you to put them in again.

"My fingers hurt, darling" you explained, not that easily affected with his puppy eyes and the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Please! I need you...need you so much" he started to babble. He had cum many times, but his cock was aching for another orgasm.

"Well then" you opened the nightstand compartment, taking out a dildo out of his. Yonji's eyes sparkled, "you're gonna ride this instead of my fingers. And since you wanna cum so much, you're not gonna stop until I decided that you have had enough. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am" he answered hurridly, taking the toy out of your hands and sticking it inside him in one go.

He fucked himself with both his hands until his arms started to hurt, then he started to ride it, cumming all over his body and the sheets.

"I-....can't. T-too..." he tried to speak, but he was too fucked out to form any big sentences. There was dry tears marks on his cheek from the many times he cried from the overstimulation.

"Mmh? Can't cum anymore?" you asked with fake compassion on your tone, exagereting a pout when you saw him nod. "Aww, well too bad baby, because I told you that you would stop when I tell you to" you kiss his cheek and leaned closer to his hear to whisper, "and I don't want you to stop"

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rotdistressxox · 2 days

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Hiii!!! Ur work has me kicking my feet and giggling into my pillow😩. Could you write some Wakatsuki sfw/nsfw ?🙈🙈

Better prepare that pillow then, eh?

Headcanons: Wakatsuki Takeshi

!Nsfw after the cut: Afab body reader, no pronouns

• Yeah he's big and mighty and all that. But he's really jittery and afraid before a fight. He needs to have someone in the waiting room with him otherwise he will panic. That someone includes you.

• But after a fight it's easy sailing. You're there waiting for him outside of the ring, he scoops you up bridal style and carries you away proudly. Avoiding the press.

• Can only look at his tablet with a pair of glasses, how middle aged man of him.

• He is rolling in money, like? Winning over 200 matches clearly could have him retire early if he wanted to. He could marry you, move to another country, and afford to buy 7 large properties with how much he had. Decides not to though, fighting is what he does best.

• Buuuuttt he does like traveling with you. There is so many things in your house from exploring different countries for when he has another fight.

• Enjoys napping with you the most out of everything else you do together. Bonus points if you both are naked and skin to skin.

• Likes it when you wash his back for him. It can be difficult to reach at times. Apart from that, enjoys sitting between your legs while you wash his hair. Gently massaging his scalp with shampoo as he closes his eyes and almost falls asleep.

• Passionate and soft kisses. His soft lips pressing and moving against yours as his goatee brushes against your skin

• Face first in his man tiddies when he hugs you, unless he slightly bends over. They are the squishiest things ever when he's not tense.

• Let's you play with and squeeze his muscles. He can move every single one of them individually due to the mass of them.

• Singing in the car with you to your favorite songs. He has a pretty decent voice and if anything, could be the next Frank Sinatra in your honest opinion.

• Corny romantic dates all the way. Prefers taking you to small restaurants and diners rather than bigger and fancier supper clubs.

Nsfw

• Soft Dom/ Service Top. Yuuuppp. Lives for your pleasure.

• Has had a few partners before, so he knows what he's doing. KNOWS WHERE THE CLIT IS WOOHOOO

• It's a must for him to be gentle due to his strength. The last thing he wants to do when topping is hurt you.

• Prefers giving than receiving. He's very good at oral and enjoys it so much that you almost have to pry his face away from between your legs. Your juices shining on his lips while he looks up at you, humming into your pussy. Sending all the right vibrations through your core.

• When you finally convince him to let you go down on him this time, he struggles with not immediately cumming inside your mouth.

• Not very vocal. He doesn't shout our swear, but he definitely moans / groans. They're on the softer side and yes they are sexy.

• Extra big and strong fingers. His digits almost abusing your gspot as his thumb presses down on your clit. Watching as you clench around him.

• Makes sure you orgasm ATLEAST once. So that you're loosened up and turned on enough. Unless you ask for more...

• He has a decent sized penis, it's around 7 inches and pretty girthy. Pink tip with a few veins and some short light brown pubes.

• Missionary is his favorite position. His arms caging your head, making your face expressions more visible as his hips rock back and forth into yours.

• Slowly paced thrusts, with a bit of roughness to them.

• Desperate sex. Kissing you all over your neck and sucking on your breasts/nipples while his thrusts get sloppy. Letting out moans of praise into your skin as your moans and whimpers almost drown out his. His lips never leaving your skin like you were his last meal, his last love, and his last time.

• His thrusts get shorter and quicker when he's about to cum. Prefers to do it inside of you, if not, does it on your stomach or chest.

• Throws his head back as he climaxes, choking out a moan.

• Aftercare king. That's all I gotta say.

#kengan ashura #kengan ashura x reader #kenganverse #wakatsuki takeshi #x reader

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bluxb3rry · 1 year

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❝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦!❞↳෴੭˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 💙

Jeongin x male reader!

he/him pronouns!

English is not my frist language!

Lowkey hate this one, idk, i don't like it...

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JeongIn was tired, he was sitting in his bed, looking at nothing in particular, just thinking about what to do that day, everyone was pretty much busy, doing their own things and Jeongin was actually free that day, bored.

It was Summer, and it was a rather hot day, he didn't feel like going out and doing stuff but there was nothing to do inside the house.

-aaaah im bored-

He could get something to eat, but what?, something cold for sure, but didn't feel like going somewhere.

-i'll just use the delivery-then he just looked for places, watch something nice, order some ice cream

and done...

-aaaaaah-

ding!

-yeeey-

When he went to the entrace for the ice cream, with still boredom in his head and only really thinking about eating ice cream while watching a random bad movie.

-hello!-

When he looked in front of him, he looked the most handsome man in the world, at least in his eyes [thoug im sure for everyone eyes], he was only in his uniform and had a kind smile in his face, he looked so kind and maybe Jeongin forgot how to talk for two second.

-h-hi-

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

He doesn't remeber the embarrasing moment in front of the pretty boy beside that he was now in the couch, in front of the tv, looking at the ice cream he was eating...he wanted to see the pretty boy again, but it was gonna be quite weird ask ice cream after some minutes of having it, but at the same time he didn't wanna lose the sight of the pretty boy again.

-mmhp-he looked at the tv and the random scene of the random movie, he didn't even really liked it

He ate some ice cream, still looking at nothing and the sound of the Tv like atmosphere.

-and what is wrong with you?-a deep voice scared him a little, forgeting that he lives with other people

-aah, Felix-Hyung...hi-

-hi?-he looked at him weird-you oka-Oh you had ice cream?-he got close-any left?

-no...-

-dang it-

-...hey hyung, do you want me to buy more?-

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-seems a hot day for you!-you're sweet voice made Jeongin still nervouse

-haha, yeah, some of my friends wanted so yeah...-he voice became quieter the more he spoke, he needed to ask fast to the pretty boy.

-well here you have! i hope you have nice day!-

-canihaveyournumber???-okay maybe a little too fast

-um, excuse me?-

-eh, can i have your number?-he asked again

Now both guys looked quite red, one more than the other.

-...sure-

huh? it worked?

-hey why did you took so long?-Felix asked while taking the ice cream from him, already with a spoon and ready to eat a little

-im in love-

-what-

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#stray kids #stray kids x male reader #skz x male reader #skz #stray kids fanfic #x male reader #male reader #jeongin #jeongin x male reader #gay #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz fanfic #mlm

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mikkokomori · 28 days

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Don't be embarassed!

Life is a big confusing adventure, and gender is totally different for everyone! If you still use Fem pronouns, thats okay, and if you use Masc, thats also okay!ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

Like, Personally: I still use my old pronouns, but I prefer to be veiwed and refered to with masc terms (King instead of Queen, but still using She sometimes, if that makes sense?) Ofc, I'm enby, so my whole thing might be totally different than how other people expect or feel their gender (^_^;)

Really, I'd actually recomend using Sunny as a kind of testing ground! Try experimenting with him, and see what feels most comfy when you apply it to yourself. Its worth it! ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

Sorry about the text dump, but i hope it was helpful! (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ Best of luck!! ヾ(￣▽￣)

Mnmn..... as of late, I've been sticking to masculine pronouns but still using feminine terms..... I've always found comfort in characters who tend to do that, such as Arlecchino (GI) using Father as a title and Riddle and Vil (TWST) using Queen or feminine terms when describing themselves............ it's why I tend to do that with Sunny a lot..!

He's always been a comfortable character to draw in whichever clothes and hair styles I want-- though at times I do feel a little embarrassed since some people tend to question it....... it feels like maybe I shouldn't do it, especially when most, if not everyone, tends to draw Sunny pretty masculine.... it makes me feel like the odd one out at times....... so when I do find art I resonate with in regards to it, I always feel happy over it....ehe....

I do think I rambled a lot over this, but it's always nice to talk about stuff on here... especially since I feel like its a way for you guys to get to know me a little...!

#sunny talks #anon asks

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mephinomaly · 5 months

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[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 9

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Koga: Hm~...?

Rei: ? Something the matter, Koga?

Koga: Nah, jus’ thinkin’ about Adonis. At this point in time, we barely had any contact.

Rei: I was his closest confidant and I introduced the two of you and you began having lessons and such together.

Koga: Yeah. But I guess it wasn’t until much later that we began meetin’ up regularly… Ya know, when he officially became one of us.

Basically when Deadmanz was rebirthed ‘n became UNDEAD.

Wonder why Adonis was so reserved back then. He wouldn’t come t’lessons unless I kept insistently invitin’ him.

Rei: Despite his tough exterior, he is a surprisingly timid boy. Especially back then.

That’s why, once you open your heart, you become attached to him since he’s so cute. The same happened with you two— Kaoru-kun, Koga ♪

Koga: Haa? Who’s wagging their tail now, hM?

Kaoru: Ahaha. But really guys, I’m curious where Adonis-kun is. This situation is so weird, and I’d like for him to be here too.

Koga: Hng~! Hnnngggg~! This blows! We can’t even get away from our past selves. Lookin’ for Adonis is gonna be difficu—

Adonis: That won’t be necessary.

I’m here.

Kaoru: Gahh, is that you Adonis-kun!?

You scared me so much… Next time, tell me that you’re here, ‘kay?

Adonis: I’m sorry. I was confused and unsure about this whole situation up until I heard everyone’s voices.

Rei: No matter. It appears that we can hear each other’s voices, but cannot see one another.

Even if you’re here, unless you speak, we won’t know of your presence.

Adonis: Yes. I’m not much of a talker, therefore I am at a bit of a disadvantage. I’m having a bit of a difficult time with what’s happening.

Koga: Anyway. We’re talkin’ like this is the most normal thing ever but, why are you here, Adonis?

Adonis: Like in a philosophical sense?

Koga: Noo, not like that! I could be wrong but I think we can only exist if our physical selves are nearby? Grrra, talkin’ like this ‘bout myself is hella confusin’!

Kaoru: I think we’re going crazy… But what I think he means is, if you’re here, then the old Adonis-kun should be nearby, right?

Isn’t this weird? We didn’t even know each other back then?

Adonis: I also am finding this strange.

I don’t understand why, but earlier, Sakuma-senpai attacked me.

Rei: Eh? Why do I keep attacking people?

Adonis: It wasn’t you, ‘wagahai’ Sakuma-senpai, but ‘oresama’ Sakuma-senpai.[1]

Rei: I understand, however, I don’t believe I really referred to myself as ‘oresama’ back then.

I’m not sure where you got that idea from, but most probably because of Koga.[2]

Since Koga was copying me at that time, people seem to assume I spoke in that manner as well–

Koga: Haa? What, so you’re sayin’ it’s all my fault?

Rei: Not exactly, no… However, this is rather peculiar.

The four of us, who at this time weren’t too involved with one another, are all here together. I don’t recall anything like this happening.

What could possibly be causing these inconsistencies? And what does it all mean?

Adonis: If Sakuma-senpai doesn’t understand, there’s no hope for the rest of us.

Rei: I am still not an almighty, all knowing god… Ah, hush now. Something is happening.

Rei: Haha. My bad for tellin’ you guys to come out here, but everythin’s already been sorted.

This guy’s the main offender in today’s ‘vampire riot’.

Adonis: ...

Keito: You’re… Otogari, right? ‘Vampire’? What are you talking about?

Rei: What on earth am I talking about?

Adonis: I have no idea.

But, I do remember something bad happening around this time. I don’t know what is meant by vampire, though—

Wasn’t this the event that led us to be us becoming UNDEAD?

Rei: Ah, now that you say that… it was. How nostalgic.

This was the last Deadmanz related incident, and the first UNDEAD related incident.

[ ☆ ]

Current rei uses the personal pronoun wagahai (我輩) and old rei, you know the one in deadmanz used ore (俺). The rei that supposedly attacked adonis used oresama (俺様)

current koga uses oresama!

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #undead climax #adonis otogari #kaoru hakaze #koga oogami #rei sakuma #keito hasumi

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leorawright · 1 year

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Mercs reaction to their nb friend who looks androgynous cause of their looks and deep yet soft spoken voice, constantly gets comments like, "Welcome! Sir- uhm.. ma'am? Alright uh Mx." Or anything that's similar to it. But the thing is, they use any pronouns so they just go along with whatever pronouns the person gives them plus it's so funny for them to witness a person struggle with what to call them

Dude that happened to me one time (I was at a zoo and I tried to ask a question to one of the employees and I had my Junkrat jacket on and my hair pulled back so he said "yes Sir?" Then spotted my hair and said "Oh ma'am?" It was kind awkward)

Mercs with friend who looks androgynous

Scout

The first couple times he talked to you he messed up your pronouns and profusely apologized

But knowing that other people mess it up makes him feel a little better

He's also always there at restaurants snd stuff to explain you're non-binary and to clear up any confusion

Soldier

He asked you at least 3 times what your gender was

It just wasn't sticking in his head

You'd better bet he'll make sure everyone knows your gender in public

He refuses to let any misgender you even on accident

Demoman

He guessed your gender in his head around 5 times before you told him

He's thankful he didn't have to ask because the he'd feel awkward

He does enjoy listening to your voice but makes sure people don't misgender you in public

He'll quickly tell them your gender if the seem hesitant to address you

Pyro

They absolutely adore your voice

They're non-binary so they're used to being called a 'he' or a 'she' by other people

If you don't correct someone's guess of your gender in public they'll interject into the conversation and tell them

They don't mean to be rude they just hate seeing you misgenderd

Heavy

He assumed your gender but quietly asked when you two where alone so he didn't get it wrong

He's very respective and thinks carefully before addressing you to make sure he's using the right pronouns

He'll be a little antsy if someone misgenders you in public because he wants to correct them but doesn't want to upset you by making a scene

Medic

Medic doesn't mind your looks or voice because he knows your gender so that stuff doesn't really matter

He will make sure everyone gets tour gender right and is not afraid to threaten someone if they do it on purpose

He's very adamant about getting your pronouns right and making sure others understand your gender

Sniper

Sniper doesn't mind your pronouns he's just glad he didn't accidentally misgender you

He's pretty quiet about your pronouns for the most part

Unless someone misgenders you

He really wants to correct them and just glances between you and them for a minute

If you affirm its okay he'll correct them but if you don't say anything he won't do anything

Spy

Spy simply files away your pronouns into his inner file about you and moves on

He does think your voice is a hit strange but eh he's not one to judge

He'll make sure people don't misgender you by using that little almost unnoticeable threat in his voice

#tf2 x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader

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oceansprompts · 9 months

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𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 (𝟚𝟘𝟘𝟟) 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

quote sentence starters taken from Marvel Comics' The Order (2007) issues #1. change the pronouns/adjust lines as needed.

Hi, I'm TV's Tony Stark -- The billionaire industrialist with a heart of iron!

I got it. Kids, super heroes, the whole thing. There's something profound there I respect.

C'mon -- A billionaire and an actor? With those mustaches? Forget it.

Hell, after we'd slept with everyone in town, the papers tried to pair the two of us up.

Did you quit or were you fired?

So the party days were over.

Exactly. The party days were over.

I was blessed with my health, comfort money, and a shadow made up of fifty cameras.

Are you sure you want me to lead your little super hero team?

This guy's heat signature is off the charts.

Can't hit it if we can't get near it!

I have an idea, but I need a second to recalibrate my equipment!

Really, [ bad name ]? That's a terrible name for a billion-dollar piece of Stark hardware.

I'm gonna kill it! I'm gonna cut off its damn head!

This thing completely shut us down and we could barely lay a finger on him.

Want to see the fastest thing you've ever seen?

I hope for the best and prepare for the worst... That's my silly little mantra... but I'm always surprised at how bad it can get.

The hell is all this noise?

You want me to hit them?

No. I mean, yes, but no.

I need you and your people to stand down or I'll have you shot as, I don't know, enemy combatants or some such.

Excuse me? Who the HELL are you?

Damn, our boy sure did make a mess, didn't he?

Three thousand acres, wouldn't you say? Eh, rhetorical question.

"Jurisdiction." Yeah, that's where I stop listening. And caring.

Get him wrapped up. I want to be tail-lights by the time the media shows.

Go ahead and call daddy. The company I keep isn't very impressed with Stark or SHIELD these days.

I have a long history of cleaning up my messes on my terms.

Now: I'm not really here, this isn't really happening.

And don't forget to smile for the cameras.

I have a long history of cleaning up my messes on my terms. Now: I'm not really here, this isn't really happening. And don't forget to smile for the cameras.

And he knows the royalties are awesome!

Ah. Right. Okay. My name is [ name ] and I'm an alcoholic.

It might be my birthday, but you're the most important person in the room tonight.

Did you hear my boy in that press conference?! He don't take crap from nobody.

Pretty great?! Come on -- We're officially superheroes now, yo! Shake your ass a little!

Look at you! You just saved Los Angeles! Hey, didn't you just save Los Angeles?

Tonight, you wanna roll with the rest of us, and get tore up?

From the floor up!

We're superheroes, and we're gonna go party like super heroes!

Come on -- don't hold out. You gotta come.

Baby, we just saved Los Angeles from [ super villain ]! You heard the news -- We're [ superhero team ]! Baby, we're superstars!

Was it your tax dollars? They didn't have credit cards or -- ?

I'm one trying to figure if we don't have to fire half your team.

A third. We'd only have to fire a third.

We can't dump these kids, they --

It'll look like we fired them for not being teetotalers like me.

It's why the war was fought -- accountability for the super-powered, and responsibility to the people those super-powers are sword to protect.

I will not create walking a-bombs that can't hold their liquor.

Good -- because I kind of have 10,000 things to do --

You blew it. And you knew you were blowing it as you blew it.

This wasn't a secret. This wasn't an unwritten rule. It was explicitly agreed to --

We've all been made into something more than just human. So we have to learn how to be more than just human.

Be at the training site at eleven or you're all fired, too.

Kidding. But don't be late.

Y'know, I'm supposed to be running this team, and I haven't slept three consecutive hours in the last three weeks.

How the hell do you stay so calm?

I'm just trying to do the next right thing. One right thing at a time, lined up in a row. That's it.

Right now, boss, the next right thing is taking off these ridiculous clothes and taking a very long, very hot shower.

That doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. I think I'll join you.

I said I -- Oh god -- I can't believe -- I can't believe I said that.

I mean -- My lord, I'm still a widow for god's sake.

Well, you'll always be a -- look it's okay. I know --

I'm -- you know what? I'm just gonna go.

What on earth do ya'll think they're talking about?

I kind of liked 'em. I liked not having to be them just yet.

Hey -- toughen up, buttercup.

They're wondering how they screwed it all up so bad so fast.

That's not gonna be us, yo. No @#%@#$@ way.

What are y'all looking forward to? Helping people? Or, like, stopping accidents, or --?

Heads up, heroes. Time to get heroic.

Am I afraid to die? I suppose? I don't know -- I mean, no more than anyone else is afraid of dying, I guess. Should I be?

#roleplay memes #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #roleplay #sentence starter prompt #marvel sentence starters #marvel comics

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pineapplestanacc · 2 years

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carnival games and fear

pairing: eddie munson x reader (they/them pronouns used)

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summary: eddie and his girlfriend, (y/n), go to the carnival. unfortunately, the ferris wheel has some issues and eddie's deathly afraid of heights.

warnings: carnivals and everything that comes with them, heights, the love word, mentions of dying, cursing, if i missed anything please let me know!

word count: 2.2k

not proofread!

The carnival had come to Indianapolis once again. Eddie had gone once when he was a kid, and it was fun, but he hasn’t exactly had a great desire to go back. (Y/N), on the other hand, loved the carnival, and they went every year. This year, they wanted nothing more than to take their boyfriend, Eddie to the carnival. So, when they heard it was in town all the following week, they practically bolted to Eddie’s place.

(Y/N) knocked on the door, hoping at least someone was home. Soon enough, Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, opened the door. “Morning, Mr. Munson! Is Eddie home,” (Y/N) greeted. Although no one would think it based on his exterior, Wayne was a sweet man, and he really liked (Y/N). They made Eddie happy, and that’s all that mattered.

“Morning, kid. He’s in his room.” However, Wayne was most definitely not a morning person, no matter who he was talking to. (Y/N) rushed their way to Eddie’s room.

“Eds, Eds!” (Y/N) walked into Eddie’s room where he was laying in one of his millions of band t-shirts and a pair of black and white gym shorts with one arm behind his head, one laying across his stomach, and one knee bent. He was mesmerizing just like this, like a sunset or expertly crafted painting. “I have an idea!” They plopped themselves on the end of the mattress as Eddie fully sat up. His hair was an absolute mess, some strands flipped over to the other side of his head while some were simply sticking out.

“What’s that idea, poot,” Eddie asked. Eddie found (Y/N) to be the most beautiful human being on the planet when they’re excited about something. He found them beautiful during any other emotion too, but it was just something about the passion in their eyes when they talked about something they enjoyed. They were like how love felt. They made his heart beat 10 times faster than it normally did. And his heart still beat 10 times faster when (Y/N) flicked him in the middle of his forehead. Eddie then flung his head back and clutched his forehead. “Agh! You’ve wounded me! I don’t think I’ll make it,” he playfully cried.

(Y/N) squint their eyes at Eddie. He could act really stupid sometimes, but it wasn’t the bad stupid. It was the good, funny stupid. “That nickname is long overdue for a change, Eds.”

“Eh, don’t think so.”

(Y/N) fake-pouted at Eddie’s response. “Anyways, I was wondering if you would want to go to the carnival with me next Sunday? I go every year; it’s always so much fun. I’m sure you’d love it!” And how could Eddie say no when they looked so happy.

“Of course, poot. Anything for the royal princess of Hawkins-landia,” he put on a fake royal knight accent for his last sentence, which made (Y/N) laugh.

The following Sunday could not have come sooner. Even though it was barely even a week’s worth of waiting, (Y/N) felt like it was months, years even. But, the day that they were finally going to the carnival came eventually. (Y/N) practically sprung up as soon as they realized they were awake, looking over at their calendar to make sure today was indeed the day. And it was. All the previous days had tiny checkmarks next to the number, but today’s had a heart in the middle of the square. They knew Eddie probably wasn’t awake at 7 in the morning, and they didn’t quite know what made them wake up this early. Maybe it was the excitement.

(Y/N) took their time getting ready for the carnival, knowing it was unreasonable to leave this early, even with the hour long drive, because the real fun happens just as the Sun finally sets. They even took breaks to eat or just do something to distract them. And it worked out. They were ready at just the perfect time to head to Eddie’s. They made their way down the stairs with haste, practically ripping the front door off of its hinges to be greeted by Eddie, seemingly about to knock on the door.

“M’lady.” Eddie bowed.

“Eddie, it’s like 90 degrees outside,” (Y/N) referred to his choice of black jeans and a black band t-shirt that had sleeves that went to his elbows.

“And your point, poot?” He looked down at his outfit. He didn’t think it was that hot. At least not yet, it wasn’t.

“Don’t want you to die of heatstroke at the carnival. That’d be devastating!”

“Would you rather me go naked?”

“No! No. God, no, you’d get arrested! Just get in the car, Eddie!” (Y/N)’s eyes went wide before looking straight at the ground in embarrassment.

The two made their way to the car, Eddie getting in the passenger’s side since he drove like an absolute maniac, and began their hour-long road trip to Indianapolis. They took turns with which tape they put in, and made a deal not to complain if one played a song the other didn’t like. And that's how things went until they finally got to the carnival, with the occasional conversation or singing.

It was just around 5 when they got into the carnival, which gave them about 3 hours until the sunset, and time flew by quickly.

After getting tickets, the two ran over to all the carnival games. Eddie’s main goal was to win something for (Y/N). He wanted to see their eyes light up like every single star in the sky.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered as the last ball hopped out of the bucket. He didn’t get a single one in, and it was getting embarrassing how terrible he was at carnival games. Sure, they were rigged, but he’s seen a lot of people with at least the medium prizes. All (Y/N) was carrying were the tiny, keychain prizes.

“Eds, why don’t you let me try,” (Y/N) suggested. They knew they probably couldn’t win one of the big prizes, but honestly the prizes didn’t even matter. It was just fun to spend time with Eddie and at the carnival.

“You try here, but I am going to win you the big prize at this next game right here.” He pointed to the next game over, it was the only game that you hadn’t played yet. Plus, it was almost time for sunset. The timing was perfect.

“You? Win? At that? I thought you had some vendetta against all of basketball,” (Y/N) chuckled through their words. They had never known Eddie to even go near a basketball, let alone touch one.

“Yes, but I have all the right motivations, Lady (Y/L/N),” he started, “the next time you see me I will have a giant teddy bear stuffed in my arms.”

Soon enough, Eddie was handed a basketball by the attendant. Truthfully, he had no idea what he was doing. He couldn’t remember if he had ever even laid his hand near a basketball. But, he still threw the ball into the hoop. How shocking. Now, all he had to do was get two more in. Easier said than done. At least he knew now he would at least get a small prize.

He actually aimed his next shot. Although he didn’t know how to aim it, he still tried. He threw the ball just like last time, but it felt like the ball stayed in the air for so much longer. The ball hit the side of the rim, bouncing up, yet into the hoop. Eddie couldn’t believe it himself. (Y/N) wasn’t just going to carry around a small pile of keychain stuffed animals; he would at least get a medium prize.

The next ball suddenly weighed a ton of bricks. Eddie felt like his hands were slowly crumbling to the ground from the sheer weight of the ball, even if it did weigh the exact same as the previous two. He gulped as he aimed his shot, still not quite sure what to do. He did the same thing as the last time, throwing the ball just as the previous one. He felt he was waiting hours for the ball to even get close to the hoop. For a moment, he thought the ball was simply stopped in mid-air, but it wasn’t. The ball made its way to the rim, and it was as if the ball was dancing in circles, momentum slowing the more it made laps around the rim. Until it fell. It fell right into the hoop, perfectly, if he did say so for someone who has never even touched a basketball.

Eddie tried not to cheer too loud when he was handed the bear in case (Y/N) heard. He wanted to surprise them, and he could see them from where he was standing. They were looking up at the ferris wheel, assumingly waiting on Eddie. He tiptoed his way over bear in hand, and crept up just behind them. It was a wonder that they hadn’t noticed him yet.

“Boo,” he yelled, just over their shoulder. (Y/N) jumped back with fright.

“Holy fuck, Eds! You scared me! Wait, did you actually win that?” They pointed at the bear in Eddie’s arms.

“Of course! It’s all yours, poot,” he extended his arms, bear in hand. (Y/N) hugged both the bear and Eddie in one giant hug. They didn’t expect him to win anything, especially not when it involved a basketball.

“Thank you so much. Love you, Eddie,” the words were muffled into Eddie’s shirt, but he still heard them.

“Love you, too, (Y/N).” Eddie was never really big on love, but he definitely was now.

When they both pulled away from the hug, Eddie was staring at them with a stupid grin. (Y/N) was hugging the bear tightly while staring back at Eddie.

“What are you staring at,” they asked.

“What are you gonna name it?" Eddie pointed at the bear.

"Didn't answer my question, but I think Eddie."

"Eddie? I'm Eddie. No room for two Eddies."

"But, this," (Y/N) held up the bear, "is Eddie Munson Junior. Meet your son, he's 100% stuffing."

"It is a pleasure to meet you Eddie Munson Junior, my son." Eddie bowed before coming up to shake the bear's hand, or paw.

(Y/N) reached their ear to the bear's mouth. "Eddie Munson Junior says he would like to go to the ferris wheel." The Sun was mere inches from setting, and (Y/N) knew the view would be beautiful on the ferris wheel. Plus, the line wasn't that long, surprisingly.

Eddie gulped as he looked over at the ferris wheel. It couldn't be that high, right? Maybe it wasn't bad, and (Y/N) and their semi-son wanted to get on. And maybe they wouldn't even be at the top that long. "Anything for my son," he put on a big smile.

Eddie never prays. He just wasn't religious. But he definitely prayed as he got on the little cart that was about to go what now looked very high. But there was no backing out now. He sat across from (Y/N) and Eddie Munson Junior, (Y/N) with a smile on their face and Eddie Junior with, well, fur.

The ferris wheel crept it's way up to the top, going entirely too slow for Eddie's liking and creaking entirely too much. What if they fell at this moment? They would be toast!

When they got to the top, Eddie nearly shit himself out of fear. It was terrifyingly high, and as beautiful as the sunset was, he was more focused on the ground. The ground that was so incredibly far down that it seemed miles and miles away. So, when he heard the final creak, and they suddenly stopped, Eddie was even more terrified than before.

"Oh shit," he squeaked. He squeaked like a mouse when it saw a cat.

"Eddie, are you good," (Y/N) asked. They had never heard Eddie squeak like that before.

"No," he squeaked out again before biting down on his wrist hard and straightening himself in his seat. "Dear God, we're so high up," he muffled through his hand.

"Eds, it'll be fine. Just broke down for a minute. It's happened before; it'll be fine. Just look at me. Don't look down." (Y/N) tried to catch Eddie's attention to stop him from looking down. They had never known he was afraid of heights. "Here, hold Eddie Munson Junior. I think he's scared too." They gave Eddie Junior to the first Eddie, which he immediately took and grabbed tightly.

"It's okay, Eddie Junior. It'll be fine. Even if this wheel does collapse and we fall to our death, you'll be fine because you're made of stuffing."

"Eddie! It's not going to collapse! This happens all the time!"

"Are you sure? Because it doesn't seem like this thing is going to move anytime soon!"

Barely even a minute later, the ferris wheel began moving slightly quicker than before. Eddie was still tense and clutching to Eddie Junior like his life depended on it. And he stayed in the same position until they were allowed to step off. Only then, did he seem more relaxed.

"I am never putting me or my son through that ever again."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfic

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szalamireaktor · 2 months

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An Introduction to Szalámireaktor

Hello! Welcome to the Szalámireaktor. The Szalámireaktor is, essentially, a collection of all of the works devianDog and Odnecsrec have created from 2023 onwards.

Expect lots of art, some games, some music, and some misshapen fragments of ideas and emotions that don't really fit into any category that has yet been created by man.

devianDog

hi! i'm devianDog, your local friendly sentient cognitohazard who's desperately trying to gain some kind of physical presence. you most likely know me from my youtube channel (@deviandog), where i post speeddrawings and disconcerting videos.

besides drawing art and making nigh-incomprehensible videos, i also do game development, worldbuilding and music production. i've got some pretty exciting stuff in the works that i can't wait to share with y'all!

government mandated addendum: "DevianDog has not been, is not, and will never be a real entity. Anyone who attempts to tell you otherwise is posing an immediate and severe threat to both your and the government's safety, and should be reported through the number 1-457-555-3847 as soon as possible."

Labels Gender: male Pronouns: he/him Age: unspecified (it's a mystery!) Location: eh Fandoms: Rain World, Madness Combat, the Cosmere, FNAF & Factorio DNI: losers, wimps, crybabies, & the like

Odnecsrec

Hello, hi. I'm Odnecsrec, and, er... I'm also here, I guess.

I am aware that this introduction is supposed to tell you something about me, so I will give you the following information: No, you can't beat me in a fight.

I'm going to be honest: this website scares me. You people are (Lord save my soul for saving this) kind of weird. Devian says that y'all are a good kind of weird, but I don't think I can be blamed for having my apprehensions.

As for my interests: digital art and storytelling! I haven't made much yet (I haven't been at it for very long), but I have high hopes for the future!

Labels Gender: No Pronouns: Any (I honestly don't care) Age: 6044 (yes, really) Location: Eh Fandoms: None, as of yet. I guess Rain World by default? DNI: Dentists (don't touch my teeth, you creeps!)

Questions (+ maybe a few answers)

Do either of you do commissions?

D: no. i don't mean to cast you guys in a bad light, but i've heard enough horror stories about commissions that i'm not willing to do them. O: No, for largely the same reason. Also, I don't even know what I'd do with the money. Start a garden?

How often should I expect games/art/whatever to be posted here?

D: games will probably come every two months or so; art will vary. don't be surprised if one month there's a piece every week and the next there's nothing. O: Don't hold your breath.

Where can I download your art?

D: all of the art posted here is also saved in the Szalámireaktor Dry Cask Storage, which can be accessed via the 'ART ARCHIVE' link.

Who even are you people? Why are you in my feed?

D: 'person' is a strong word. O: Does it matter?

Why?

DevianDog: why not? Odnecsrec: Devian said 'hey, Odnecsrec, I think we should start posting our stuff to the internet', and I just shrugged and said 'okay'. It's not like I'm doing much else, anyways.

Wait... if Odnecsrec's name is Crescendo backwards, then isn't it supposed to be Odnecserc and not Odnecsrec?

O: Good catch! No.

So then it's not Crescendo backwards.

O: It is.

...That's not how that works.

O: Do you want to fight me?

No?

O: Then I'm right. Crescendo backwards is Odnecsrec.

Well, that was a waste of time.

D: i'm not very interesting. sorry. O: You're staring at a colorful pane of crystals and occasionally pawing at a scroll wheel. You expected to get something done by doing that?

#deviandog-thoughts #introductions #art #game development #game design #worldbuilding #paint.net #odnecsrec-thoughts

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