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glitch-karma · 8 months

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have you seen the new valentine episode for horimiya?? can you write a one shot where the reader gives iura chocolate 🥹 he deserves it!!!

I TRY MY BEST TO DO REQUESTS OLDEST TO NEWEST BUT I JUST WATCHED THIS EPISODE AND I JUST AH MY BOY DESERVES IT

✧Cw: Fluffy fluff, slight implied fem reader (no prns specified though)

✧ Confession, Reader is also a third year, reader and Iura are friends and in the same class

"it's that time of year. Store shelves are gonna be packed with valentine's stuff everywhere." Toru speaks up. "I feel ya man. But... you're one of those guys who are gonna be swimming in chocolate treats so maybe I don't feel ya." Iura sulks, resting his head in his hand. You glance over at him as you nibble at a pastry you'd bought from the cafeteria earlier.

"you already said you did, no take backs." Toru says. "So, any plans for the lovey dovey day?" Iura asks Toru. "Uhm, Practice tying a tie? Yeah." Toru says. "Is that what Miyamura's teaching you now?" Iura questions as you both watched Miyamura attempt to tie Torus tie.

"he said he wanted to practice too." Toru replied. "Tada!" Miyamura said as he finished. Looking at it, it was a mess. Maybe the worst tie you'd ever seen. After a short pause Miyamura spoke up. "It's not appealing at all." "Uh, yeah you think?" Toru remarked. "Damn dude it's impressive how bad that is." You spoke in-between bites. "What is this monstrosity? Uh, it's freaking tight dude! I can't untie your stupid note!" Toru yelled.

Hearing the door crack open, You and Iura peaked around to see sawada peaking in. "Oh hey! Sawada just showed up guys!" Iura loudly announced. "I'm guessing you can for Miyamura." Iura continued as you finished your pastry. "No." Sawada said quietly. As soon as Miyamura greeted her she as usual ran behind him.

"I'm actually here for you Iura." Sawada said. "Me? Really? What's up dudette?" Iura questioned. "Uhm, do you like chocolate? Or no?"

Everyone in the room stood quietly in shock for a few seconds. You looked over at Iura as he looked shocked and shook lightly. "Y-Yes. I like chocolate." He said shyly. "Do you have a favorite?" Sawada asked as you stared in shock still. "No not at all! I love them all! I like bitter or sweet and I have no known allergies, kay!" Iura said with a big smile on his face. You stared at him as you could feel your face getting sweaty.

"So yup! Any kinda chocolate works!" Iura then said. "Got it. Thanks Iura." Sawada said. You could see Iura looking back and forth before reiterateing by yelling; "Any kind at all!"

"You wanna spend time and cash on chocolate for Shuu?" Toru asked. "Wait!" Sawada said surprised. "Shocked anyone besides Hori is on your list." Miyamura said. You nodded as well. "Kinda surprising.."

"Shut your mouths right now before you discourage her you killjoys!" Iura yelled. "Hey if you wanna make me sweets that's your prerogative okay?" Iura says with a hand behind his head. "Ugh- what kind of warped delusion are you living in to think I'd make sweets for you?" Sawada says with a grossed out look on her face. Iura stands there shell shocked. "I'm going back to class, where things make sense." She says as you four watch her leave. Iura stands there shocked still.

"Huh.. What!? She's the one who's not making sense, y'know?! Huh?!" Iura yells in a phrensy. You sigh a bit. Although you felt bad, it was revealing that Sawada wasn't going to give Iura any sweets.

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After a while, Iura heads out for the day. You stand slightly awkwardly looking at your feet. "So, bet that was pretty awkward for ya?" Toru teases you as he slaps your shoulder. "Considering you were planning on giving Shu something?" "Toru!" You yelled as you punched his shoulder. "Ah you like Iura, Y/n?" Miyamura asked. "It's pretty obvious." Toru speaks up as you continue hitting him.

You sigh as you finally stop, looking towards the ground as you whip your bag over your shoulder. "I've liked Shuu for awhile now. He's my best friend though. So this I guess will be the test or whatever? Ugh. Why am I even talking to you two about this?" You turn twords the two with a frown. "I need someone like Hori or Yoshikawa." "Harsh." Toru and Miyamura sulk slightly.

"Well, whatever you get him I'm sure he'll go crazy. He's my friend, but he's pretty lonely." Toru says as Miyamura nods. "Thanks for nothing." You sigh as you open the class door. "I'm out, see you tomorrow." "Cya." Toru waves as you close the class door.

Valentine's day is so far away, yet so soon. You were pretty nervous, but still. This was something that had to happen. It is third year after all.

The day was here. You'd stayed up late into the night out of fear, but it was finally time. The entire walk to school you were a mess as you shook with nervousness and fear. You inhaled as you looked around the corner to see Iura laughing with a classmate. As you backed away a little, you felt a shove. You looked behind you to see Yoshikawa shoving you with a grin. You hid the gift behind your back before speaking up.

"U-Uhm Shuu?" You mumbled loud enough for him to hear as your blush grew. "Oh, hey what's up N/n?" Iura paused as he saw the blush painting for face. When he saw your hand behind your back his face suddenly also exploded in red.

You stuttered for a second as you took your hands out shakily, revealing a small box wrapped with a yellow and pink pattern and a cd that had a small yellow bow on it. "Happy.. Valentine's day." You said as you held them out towards him. He yelled as he shook his head causing you to jump lightly. He grabbed them from you quickly with stars in his eyes. "Wow really for me?!" He yelled. You nodded as you cracked a smile at him.

"The CD has some new songs I thought you'd like.. I'm not sure if you've listened to them though." You awkwardly laughed. Shuu nodded as he placed the CD under the box and opened it up. There were various different kinds of chocolates all placed neatly in a row. Shuu could feel his face get hotter.

"I made the fillings myself. There's only 3 of them though." You laughed. "Oh! And here," you said digging through your bag pulling out a pink paper bag. "For your sister and you to share.. I made too many for just you." You blushed more.

"Y/n.." Iura looked shell shocked as he just stared at you. He then laughed as he pulled you into a hug. "You're just the person I wanted to receive chocolates from y'know!!" He yelled. You gasped as you felt him slightly rock you back and forth. He backed up a bit, popping a chocolate in his mouth. "Mhm matcha.." he gapped as he spoke with his mouth full. You chuckled as you could feel yourself get nervous again. "so.. Do you.. Uhm." You stopped as you could feel more eyes on you. Suddenly you remembered you were in the hallways. You looked around in embarrassment as you stuck your face in your hands. "I should have chosen a calmer spot!" You yelled, startling Iura.

He then laughed as he closed the box and hugged you again. You slowly took your hands out of you face as you looked up at his face. His goofy grin was replaced with this serious smile, one you'd only really seen at his house.

"I like you too." He said softly. You gasped as you tensed a bit. You then relaxed into the hug as you hugged him back. "Good. Cause those chocolates were hard." You joked.

#iura shuu x reader #shuu iura x reader #shuu x reader #syu iura x reader #iura x reader #Iura syu x reader #horimiya x reader #Glitchs✧works

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sushibatebue · 1 year

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T S A W K S Y U L - sun lilly

Pairing: agedup!Neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader

Words: 1k+ (7 min.)

Warnings: fluff, love confessions, mentions of mating, use of y/n, a slight insecure reader, wounds, bit of swearing, sexual thoughts, making out, jealousy

A/N: ok so I don't even know why I made this but I am completely obsessed with Avatar and Neteyam sooo why not write if I enjoy reading it sm? Btw English ain't my first language so there might be some wrongly written words, nevertheless I hope you like it!

Translations:

Oel ngati kameie - I see you

Paywll - water plant (used for medicine)

Maite - my daughter

"Sometimes two souls are matched by Eywa herself."

His grandmother once said, and that was exactly what crossed Neteyam's mind when he first saw you. You were both about 11 and he, alongside his brother were walking towards the healing tent after Lo'ak fell because of a vine.

And there you were, mixing up medicine with your new friend Kiri for the Tsahìk.

"You can't never get away from trouble can you child?"

Lo'ak scratched the back of his neck and sat down waiting for his grandmother to patch him up. Neteyam on the other hand found himself gawking at the new girl, with a tsawksyul resting on her ear, standing right in front of him.

She was beautiful, no, alluring. Everything inside him tingled when she turned her face to hand Mo'at a misture of plants and now Neteyam was wishing he was the one tripping over vine so that he would be cured by whatever was made by the girl's hands.

"Oh brother, this is my new friend Y/N."

Y/N Y/N Y/N, her name rang on his head like a song that never stopped musing.

"Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam." She held 2 of her 4 fingers to her forehead and dropped them, greeting Neteyam in the most unintentionall graceful way.

"Oel ngati kameie, Y/N"

He struggles to breath, the mighty warrior Neteyam was shaking because of a girl?

He knew his siblings noticed his flustered behavior, but he didn't care. He only cared about finding out everything about this Y/N, this behavior seemed to stay untouched for the following 7 years...

"Mama! I'm going to pick up some more paywll for the Tsahìk."

Your voice rang inside the tent you and your family lived. "Okay, maite. Just be safe and do not come home after eclipse, yeah?"

"Yup!"

You say as you walk out of your house, casually jumping to fasten your step. Teníu your ikran seemed to be already waiting for you and you immediately hop on top of him to sore in the beautiful sky, although you enjoyed being a healer sometimes you wished you could just fly across Pandora with no due time.

That was always on your mind but you cared too much for your people, who else would cheer up the young children while healing their swollen bruises, or patch up the hunters?

Well, someone else probably would but you like the fact everyone liked you, even the most sour kids.

While caught up with your own thoughts you fail to notice the na'vi in front of you preparing to make a clean kill on an animal.

"Oh shit-"

You bumped on the boy's back and he missed his target, something unusual for him. Him being no other than Neteyam.

"I am so sorry 'Teyam, I didn't see you- well I did see you but I didn't really mark your presence."

You ramble an apology to your friend and crush, hoping he could endure your stupidity, but the boy was barely listening to you if he was being honest, your voice was now a background sound while he discreetly admired your body and how your skin was glowing from the sun.

"It's all good Y/N, no need to tire yourself, I wasn't even interested in the kill." That was a lie. He actually needed that kill to bring home for lunch, but speaking with you was far more interesting than a meal. Plus, he made a promise to his parents to start courting you at the Hunt festival, not he didn't think to do it since forever but he just didn't have the courage. What if you rejected him and it made things awkward? He couldn't bare being apart from you.

"Oh, good then." You smile and your eyes wondered his body looking for wounds, a habit you seemed to pick up ever since you tasked yourself with healing.

"Come, you have a big cut right here, on your shoulder. I shall patch you up before it gets infected."

"Y/N, there is no need for that I am fine and it's not that big."

You looks at him with your doll like eyes and he immediately knows there is no way he can convince you to not patch him up.

You grab his forearm and he immediately took a deep breath, calming his body, or more so his cock. He did this everytime your hands were on him and he loved and hated when you patched him up because as soon as you were done with it, he knew he had to pleasure himself while thinking the most obscene things about you.

He knew it probably wasn't the right thing to do, and he sometimes felt shame for having these thoughts about you but he couldn't help it.

You arrived back into high camp and dragged the boy to the healers tent, your second home.

You unwrap the paywll you picked up and immediately started working on your favorite patient.

His skin was soft, and his gaze was stuck on you, amazed by your concentrated face. He was always struck by how beautiful and graceful you were, and he knew he wasn't the only one who thought this. In fact, he heard everyday comments from other hunters on your beauty. But they don't know you like he does, they don't deserve you like he does. If he could choose when to take his last breath, it would next to you, just so he could take your devine scent with him.

"Y/N?"

His voice was a whisper now, hell, he could barely hear his own voice now.

"Yes, I'm almost done."

"Y/N, do you like anyone?"

Your freckles glowed and you avoided his eyes at all cost.

"Y-yes of course, I like everyone."

You say, trying desperately to cover up your massive crush on the boy you were healing. He couldn't know, not when he probably already has his mate promised, not when he basically see's you like a another little sister of his.

"Not like that. Like, is there anyone you would like to mate with? We're at the age of finding a mate..."

You felt sadness wash over you now, although you knew what he was saying is true, you didn't want to talk about mating. Not when the one you truly wanted to mate with was far from your reach.

"Maybe..."

The silent was scratching your skin in a very uncomfortable way and you were counting the seconds till you where finished with the cut.

"Who?"

His voice was stern and with a hint of jealousy, but he couldn't control it. You with someone else but him? Never.

Your silence was not helping either, not that he wasn't confident but you always seemed so distant and uncomfortable when he talked about love or mating, perhaps even sad...

"Is it Naran?"

You shake your head still not daring to look at him.

"Heatey?" "No, no Neteyam it's not-"

He grabs your thigh with one hand and your chin with the other forcing eye contact with his eyes, looking desperately for an answer.

"Who is it then?"

He was starting to get close, too close. You could feel his hot breath on your plump lips and his fingers gripping your thigh ever so slightly.

"Neteyam..."

You sigh, it was him you liked. It was him you loved but you weren't able to make yourself say it, not when he's so close and-

His lips connect into yours. It was sweet and perfect just like you imagined, maybe it even surpassed your expectations. You both start moving in sync like you've done this for your whole life but it was only the first time your lips met someone else's.

He licks your bottom lip asking nicely for permission to enter your mouth, now what started as an innocent puppy love first kiss, turned into a heated make out, both craving each other. Not that you didn't want it but you were question if you were doing it right.

After a rough minute you pull away, a string of spit being attached to your swollen lip.

"Say it Y/N. Please..."

He begged with faded eyes.

"You, you are the... I love you 'Teyam"

He absolutely despised when other girls called him Teyam, with their annoying squealing voice. But you... Eywa, you said it in the most pleasing way for a word to be spoken. All he wanted to hear for as long as he met you was just said in the most perfect way.

He kissed you again, wanting to be stuck in your mouth forever.

"I love you Y/N, I love you so much it's arduous to breath when you're not by my side. It hurts to walk when I know that at the end you won't be there greet me. I am madly in love you."

You huff a breathy chuckle not believing your dream has just changed to a reality.

He smiles still holding your heated cheeks.

"I have something for you."

Your ears twitch in curiosity, as he pulls out a neck piece, obviously made with tsawksyul. It was beautiful.

"Wow Neteyam..."

You admire the accessory, stunned by it's beauty.

"Y/N I was originally going to give this to you tomorrow, to ask you to be mate but I cannot wait any longer. When I saw you for the first time, you were wearing a tsawksyul on your hair. It was beautiful, you were beautiful. It became my favorite flower and my favorite material, everytime I see one I think of you, I guess that's why I love them so much, I see them all the time."

He looks down and takes a deep breath like he always wanted to say this, but took himself back everytime.

"I want you to wear this necklace so I don't have to see a tsawksyul to have your image on my mind. I want it to be backwards. I want to think of tsawksyul's when I see you."

Tears were threatening from falling off your eyes as you hug him and feel a grunt coming form him.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry I forgot about your cut."

"It's fine, I can handle a cut. What I can't handle is your rejection."

He arched his eyebrow and you giggle softly to yourself.

"I would love to be your mate Ma Neteyam."

Ma Neteyam... He could definitely get used to this. In fact, he wanted to hear that every day.

"I love you."

He says again connection both of your foreheads while cupping your cheeks like he always wanted, like you always wanted.

Is it just me, or does this lowkey slap? 🤭

Anyways I hope you guys liked it! (And lmk if you want a part 2, perhaps with some smut)

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#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #fluff #neteyam x reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #loak #omaticaya #atwow #kiri #neytiri #jake sully #neteyam x omaticaya!reader

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strang3lov3 · 15 days

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I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, 5K??? THAT'S SO MANY PEOPLE I'd be scared being in a room with 5k people

anyway I wanna send you some 🍆 horny old man head cannons and it's gonna give you a throwback to how we met HAH.

We've had this conversation some time ago, but: JIM FUCKING HOPPER

horny thoughts I have about him:

I don‘t know if you remember that one Jopper fan art where Joyce's on top and Hop just looks SMITTEN

definitely loves having his girl riding him (maybe not all the time though?)

and definitely grabs your hips with his huge hands to guide you

or your boobs, but mostly your hips

lots of eye contact

maybe sometimes gets your focus back on him with a little "eyes on me"

loves when you support yourself on his pecs, loves feeling your nails dig into his skin when he hits that sweet spot

isn't very vocal, he's just focusing on the feeling and watching you

you do hear him pant every now and then or like suppressing a moan/growl

calls you a dirty girl, but in an encouraging way, just letting you take what you need

lets out a single husky moan/growl when he's finishing, and it gets you every. time.

other thoughts/random things that get him riled up:

watching you take a drag from his cigarette while you keep eye contact

you standing up for yourself (or even him) when someone gives you/him shit

I can't think of more rn I'll know where to find you if I have more thoughts

OKAY BYE I LOVE YOU MWUAH

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ITS STILL YOUR BIRTHDAY FOR ME SO IM POSTING NOW!

Ohhhh man. Yup, just last year I was all bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to grab fic writing by the balls and write my first dilf love, Jim Hopper. And I tried it. And I fucking sucked at it. And then you said hey are you ever gonna write my request? And I was like lol nope. Remember when you sent me a request that I completely changed and made it for Joel instead 😭 or how you’d read all my fics before I posted them and leave the most horny and loving comments on the doc 😭😭🩷🩷🩷 I love you so much. You’re the very first friend I made on tumblr and I will cherish you forever.

You know what I think about Hopper? I think he loves eating pussy, sure. But there is nothing in this world this man loves more than a blowjob. I’m sure of it.

Think about it. You’re driving along the backroads, going way too fucking fast and Hop pulls you over. He’s warned you before, so this time you get a ticket. And you really can’t afford that right now.

You drop to your knees, fumbling with his belt buckle and he asks if you’re trying to bribe a cop. Of course not, you tell him.

Hopper unbuckles his belt the rest of the way before pulling his semi-hard cock out, grinning down at you because it’s his lucky day. You’re gonna suck his dick and he doesn’t have to do any paperwork from giving you a ticket. Score!

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, Hopper sighs and leans his head back against your car. He keeps a steady hand on your head as the head of his cock parts your lips and you swirl your tongue around that perfect part of him. He tastes sweaty and masculine, just like you’ve imagined. And oh, have you imagined it.

His cock fills your mouth perfectly, you trace your tongue along his thick, protruding veins. “Takin’ it so good, sweetheart,” he tells you, jutting his hips forward and inching himself down your throat. Your nose buried in that patch of thick curls, he loves the way you look at him from below, the same look every woman gives him when he fucks her mouth. All wide eyed and teary with the ache, so eager to please him. “Such a good girl.” He comes with a deep groan, painting your tongue with his hot spend. You take it all, just like you’re meant to.

Hopper’s a gentleman and helps you to your feet, rips up the ticket he wrote and sends you on your way. You never do quite learn your lesson and slow down, not when speeding in your car can be rewarded with his cock in your mouth.

#jim hopper x you #jim hopper #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #pinkypromisepascal #strang3lov3 celebration #ask

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pinievsev · 1 year

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Hi ~✨ its luck that I found you (or you found me, I have seen your repost to my post) and can you, please make one-shot with Kent, where the reader, being an alien, comes to the Academy and everyone is interested in her (I mean in them) (because there were no aliens at the academy before) and attracts the attention of Kent, after which they begin to be friends and fall in love with each other?

Aye I just woke up but just because it's you my friend I'll get to writing :]

And here we are with another Kent oneshot! Woo! Iove this idea! I won't use the stereotypical description of aliens, I'll give them antennas and black eyes tho(the pupils). And heightened sense :]

NEW STUDENT!

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GIF by me again:]

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Pairing: Kent (last name unknown) X!alien!new student reader.

Warnings: swearing maybe, kissing at the end, kinda slow burn? (Might do a part two)

Synopsis: when a student of new species joins Nevermore Academy, it peaks the interest of a certain long haired siren.

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You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, principle Weems had told you you were the first ever alien in the academy, which didn't really help, now you may be wondering how you are there? Well let's see.

Some thousand years ago, your planet was attacked by another alien species, so your what you thought were called "ancestors" had to leave, and they ended up here. Your species has changed over the years, their funny colored skin Changing into that of beige or dark brown, their fully black eyes now matching the ones of the humans the black only staying in the middle surrounded by white, their antennas however, stayed. They allowed you to catch sounwaves, hear things further than you should be able to, and move things around.

They had made you a special uniform, lined with very dark green instead of the traditional purple, psh, stereotypes again. You had however also learned that, you wouldn't be the only one joining Nevermore late, there was this girl, Wednesday her name was?, Her uniform was black, and so seemed to be the rest of her. You liked it, she was different like you, but in her own way. Weems led you to your dorm room, your roommate was a vampire by the name of Yoko Tanaka.

Weems knocked on the door and it opened almost immediately, "hello, ms. Tanaka, I'd like to introduce you to someone" she moved aside "this is Y/n L/n, the first alien of the academy, and your new roommate" she said taking a breath "would be kind a give them a tour?" Yoko stared at you and her smile widened revealing her fangs, "omg! Of course I will!" She pulled you inside the room closing the door on Weems face.

"So you're an alien?!" She asked eyes wide "yup, that's me" you said "ooo cool! From which planet?" That you didn't know "oh, my species has been on earth for thousands of years, I don't really know." She nodded "okay okay! Let's start the tour!" She said excitedly pulling you along.

Around the end of the tour she pulled you to a small courtyard "this is the quad!" (Did I spell that right? Idk! :Sobbing in greek:) she started pointing to random people introducing them, eh, for them.. "and those are the scales, they're the sirens, that's Bianca their so called leader, that right there is Divina and next to her is her twin brother Kent" you stared at Kent, a little longer than you should've and he saw you, the second he did his eyes widened and he turned to tell his sister. Yoko however, pulled you away.

"don't mind them, they're a little, straight forward some times" she said "it's alright, I'm kind of used to it" you admitted "right... That's basically all you need to know for the school and if you need something just ask me" she smiled and you nodded "alright! Thanks Yoko!" "No problem!" She waved running off to her friends.

'lets see, what could I do?' you thought walking to the side sitting down you rested your back against the wall and closed your eyes. This all was hard to take in, you were scared you might not fit in. Suddenly, you heard footsteps followed by a female voice "hi!" You looked up to see too girls, Wednesday and a girl with blonde hair dyed with pink and blue at the ends. You got up and dusted yourself off "hey!" You replied and she looked at you excitedly "you look so cool! I love your eyes!" You smiled "thanks! Your hair looks nice!" You complimented back. "I'm Enid and this is Wednesday! She's also new here!" You nodded "nice to meet you Enid, and Wednesday!" Wednesday just gave you a nod. You and Enid became friends quickly, and maybe a little with wednesday.. you weren't sure. Even tho Enid was alot more outgoing than you, she was a great friend.

You'd been at Nevermore for a month already, you mainly hang out with Enid, Wednesday and Ajax. Xavier too sometimes. You've been trying to help Wednesday with the whole "monster in the woods" thing but, unlike her you focused on your friendships aswell. Lately you've been noticing a certain siren looking at you, even tho you doubt it's for any good.

Right now you were in your dorm room when you heard a knock "coming!" You yelled getting up to open a door, to your surprise Kent was standing outside "hi?" You asked "hey, look before you close the door in my face, listen!" You nodded "go on" "alright, the thing Is I think you're cool, okay? And I was wondering if you'd want to be friends?" This surprised you even more "you... Want to be friends?" He nodded "I mean, sure" you smiled starting to warm up to him already.

You and Kent started spending more time together, making sure no one knew, considering Bianca didn't like you. It was a three days before the rave'n now, everyone was talking about it. Wednesday wasn't going, and Enid was trying to make Ajax jealous after he stood her up. You had just finished your last class of the day with Ms. Thornhill and were on your way to the quad when someone pulled you behind a pillar "wha-!" You stopped talking when you saw Kent "oh god you scared me" you breathed and he laughed "sorry, I just wanted to ask you something" you nodded signaling for him to ask the question "do you uh, maybe want to go to the rave'n with me?.." you smiled "of course I do!" "Really?!" You nodded "yup!" "Great! I'll pick you up right before it starts sounds good?" "Yeah sounds great".

"okay!" Enid screamed "we have to get you something to wear!!" You gulped "alright...".

It took sometime but you actually liked what Enid found for you (up to you <3) "it's not half bad!" You smiled up at her "thanks! Enid!" She smiled "of course! It looks really good on ya!".

You paced up and down your dorm, Yoko had already left to find her 'date' what Id he doesn't show up??.. just then you heard a knock on the door and ran to open it. "Hi! Sorry if I took too long- wow you look- great!" he apologized "it's okay! Really and thanks, you don't look too bad yourself" "right let's go!" You nodded and left your room closing the door behind you. You walked with Kent to the rave'n, he seemed nervous the whole time. You were dancing around drinking what they called a 'yeti-tini' and overall had fun. You were standing in the crowd talking when something started to pour from the fire sprinklers. Weems started screaming and everyone followed, panicked you grabbed Kent's hand and pulled him out as fast as you could. "Phew" you breathed out, panting, "what the fuck-" he said catching his breath "I don't know..." He nodded and then seemed to realise something.

His head snapped up and he looked at you "are you okay?? Did you get hurt or something-?" You cut him off "I'm fine, are you-?" He nodded "yeah, yeah I'm okay" you nodded back, well this just got akward. Out of nowhere you burst out laughing "what?-" he said chuckling along "what is it?" "We are standing outside covered in red paint like idiots, that's what" he started laughing along yet suddenly got quiet "hey uhm..." You looked up "yeah?" "I don't know if this is the right time but.." he took a step forward looking straight into your eyes "can i- you know.." you understood immediately "yeah... Yeah of course" hearing that he wasted no time to bring you closer and kiss you, you of course kissed back, pulling away he chuckled "I wanted to do that for some time" "you should've"

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Siren man least goo! I actually really like this one tysm for the request, anything for a fellow Kent lover <3

Tag list: @day-dream1231 , @georgi-salva , @arson-the-royal , @falleni0-hq , @mindflay3r , @rottenstyx , @alice0blog , @nova-lov3su , @elduster , @countsmoon , @biggestsimponhere , @andreeasancheez , @justmanu , @whitewingsh , @hwrtsiren

#wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday oneshots #x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #enid sinclair #wenclair

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natalynsie · 10 months

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Just You and Me (Trody Oneshot)

“So… Gwen and Courtney, huh?” Trent brings up.

“Yup,” Cody responds with a sigh.

The two were sitting on a park bench. It was approaching nine P.M., the sun had just set, and there was a cool breeze relieving them of the summer heat.

Trent lets out a forced laugh. “We’re in deep shit, huh?”

“Most definitely.”

It was silent besides the faint bird and cicada chirping in the distance. Trent and Cody’s conversation had been dead for the past few minutes, but Trent didn’t really mind. Nothing ever felt awkward with him.

Silence was kind of peaceful. Trent couldn’t think of a single time silence was uncomfortable with Cody. Trent just loved spending time with him.

Which was why they were here. At nine P.M. Trent was busy earlier that day with his parents out of town. But Cody just came back from vacation. Trent missed him that week. So, he decided they could hang out from seven to whenever Cody had to be home.

“I can’t believe I’m still not over her,” Trent began. “I can’t believe I dated her a year ago and I broke up with her and this is her second partner after me and I still can’t let go. And we’re friends now and I have to pretend that I don’t like her anymore and everything’s okay.”

Trent felt sick to his stomach. It felt like something was resting in the bottom of his throat. God, he couldn’t stand this feeling.

“I just want to take all of my feelings out, you know? I wish I could forget about it. I want to cut her off sometimes, but I can’t do it. Not just because I like her, but because she’s my friend and I care about her that way too. Sometimes, I wish I could be as emotionless as Duncan. He could just forget about every girl he ever cared about with a snap of his fingers.”

Trent turned to Cody, who he hadn’t realized was staring at him as he ranted. Cody’s eyes were a little wider than usual, his mouth hung open just slightly.

He wasn’t expecting this.

Trent didn’t even ask if he could rant.

“Sorry, you didn’t need to hear all that,” Trent mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed.

“No, it’s okay,” Cody assured. “We all need to do that sometimes. I… kinda get that.”

“Is this how you felt when you set me up with her?”

“Not as much as you, but yeah, kinda,” Cody responded. “I like her, but I think you’ve always liked her more than I do. Uh,” Cody paused, “have you been writing a song?”

Trent chuckled. “Yeah, you know me too well.”

Cody smiled back, his tooth gap prominent. Trent focuses on it for a moment before shaking his head and taking out his notepad.

“I could fit a quarter between the gap in your teeth,” he joked.

“Hey!” Cody exclaimed, covering his mouth. “It's not my fault my teeth are fucked up. My parents just don't have the time to get me braces.”

“I'm not saying you should get rid of it. I'm just saying I could fit a quarter in there.”

Cody stuck his tongue out. “Whatever. Can I see the song?”

“Yeah,” Trent handed him the notepad. “It's really rough right now, but that's how it always begins.”

Cody ignored him and read through the lyrics. Trent watched his face, waiting for any sort of reaction. Cody could read and recite a thousand of Trent's songs and Trent would still be nervous when he handed him the next one.

Cody got to the last line and placed the notepad next to himself.

“So…?” Trent asked.

“That's really good looking,” Cody smiled. “Do you wanna work on it with Justin and Harold?”

“No, I was more thinking maybe just you and me could do it?” Trent suggested, hopefully.

“Oh, yeah, totally,” Cody smiled. “When you get the lyrics finalized we can start.”

“Great,” Trent grinned.

Don't get him wrong, Trent loved making music with Justin and Harold as well. But sometimes he just wanted something just for himself and Cody.

Trent was closer with Cody than Justin and Harold. Cody just understood him more. And he helped set him up with Gwen last year without a second thought. And he was just so nice to him without ever thinking twice.

He was so supportive when it came to his music. And his parents. He was just always there when he needed help.

And he was here when he was writing yet another song about Gwen.

“I’m so sick of myself for this,” Trent sighed.

“I get you,” Cody agreed. “I just wish I knew how to write songs like you. I can’t write for the life of me.”

“Well, it’s never too late to start. I can help you out if you need.”

“I don’t know,” Cody replied sheepishly, picking the notepad back up and skimming through the lyrics again. “Maybe I could try, but I know I wouldn’t like them as much as I like yours.”

Something fluttered in Trent’s stomach.

And it hit him like a train.

He always wanted to hang out with Cody, preferably alone. He didn’t care if they had anything to do or not. He got nervous when he showed him anything. And they way he thought about him- for god’s sake how did he not notice it before.

He liked Cody.

Trent turned away from Cody and stared forward, closing his mouth. He folded his arms and kept quiet.

��Trent?” Cody asked.

“Huh?” Trent broke himself out of his daze.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” Trent responded. “Just getting tired.”

“Me too,” Cody sighed. “I think I’m gonna head home.”

“Same here, I guess.” Trent stood up. “Can I have my notepad back?”

Cody handed the notepad back to Trent. “See you later.”

“Bye,” Trent waved as Cody walked in the other direction.

Trent waited until Cody walked into the woods that led towards his house before he sat down again. He clutched his brow. He couldn’t do this right now. He didn’t want to do this again.

He thought that the next time he got a crush would at least be after he got over Gwen.

Well, maybe it could help him get over her. That’s as much as he could hope.

He was going to finish the lyrics tonight. Then, they could work on the song. One on one.

Just you and me.

#TRODYNATION #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #total drama #fluff #fluff and angst #angst #td #small town au #trody #trent x cody #cody x trent #trentxcody #codyxtrent #natie fics #natie old hometown fics

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welcome-to-oslov · 4 months

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Ok I'm gonna be pervier than your other askers 👀

Loved Malsha's first time with Tilrey. He waited ~16 days I think? Presumably to heal from the brothel night and also to build up anticipation.

He of course made Tilrey be basically sober and alert.

This would've been Tilrey's first time like that - he'd been out of it for Fir Jena's first, then the second time was a thrashing struggle that no one enjoyed as he told it, then the brothel craziness, then the drugged out fvck by Artur right after.

So, this was kinda his first "real" time... just as Malsha wanted to experience (heightened by Tilrey's fear and degradation of the past). I love how you wrote that Tilrey lay there as soon as it was over thinking dazedly, okay, I think I can handle this, I think I can -- then we have Malsha tell us that actually Tilrey's lying there with full-body trembling all over 🔥 What he must've been feeling throughout! Poor boy 😢🥲

Musing over, how did Malsha have him? You know that man wanted to see his genuine reactions 🥵. He must've wanted a position where he could watch his face throughout... and notice the rest of him tensing, flinching, responding if at all. Hear his breathing. Maybe he would like Tilrey's embarrassment in a very open position (sober!), lying on his back legs held up. But at the same time I'm sure he'd want to spend time very physically close to Tilrey, feeling those breaths, those hitches, making sure Tilrey felt him covering him all over. I bet he didn't tell him anything - not open your eyes, close your eyes, stop resisting, start resisting, nothing - preferring I'm sure just to enjoy discovering how Tilrey himself would enable himself to survive through it 👀

You know Malsha way too well! 😅 I never thought specifically about him not saying anything, but yup, that’s exactly what he would do. At least this first time. I think he would be holding back deliberately, making it as “easy” for Tilrey as it possibly can be, because he knows that just having to accept this is ripping Tilrey’s heart out. This is the first time Tilrey hasn’t physically resisted, if you don’t count the time with Artur, when he was so shell-shocked that he really wasn’t capable of resisting. Now he’s at least somewhat back to normal, and he has to make an active “choice” to comply (knowing it really isn’t a choice because the potential consequences are so scary).

There’s another scene that’s in my head and I can’t even remember whether I wrote it, but I think maybe not? Anyway, it’s later on, maybe in their second year together. It’s not a free-night, and Malsha comes into Tilrey’s room and asks him politely for sex right there in Tilrey’s private space, on the night he’s supposed to have to himself—just because he can, and he knows saying no isn’t an option. It’s not anything wild they haven’t done before, but the violation of boundaries is just so 😬, and of course it’s very deliberate on Malsha’s part.

Okay, I need to go make sure I didn’t actually write that! 😅

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doodlebloo · 2 years

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I tried so so hard to write a Halloween fic this year but I got so busy, this was all I got done. It's around 1k words, enjoy!

(Or you can read Last Year's Fic which is much longer and much better <3)

"You look stupid."

Ranboo grins. "Yeah, I know. My outfit is just- Really, it's just awful."

Tubbo rolls his eyes, smiling. "Fuck you."

Ranboo has half a mind to tell Tubbo to stop moving so much, lest his face paint smudge before it's dry. If the black and the white muddle together, he's going to look less like Ranboo and more like a bath bomb.

"This wig is itchy," Ranboo says instead. "I hate it."

"Well, I offered to bleach your hair blond and you said no," Tubbo shrugs as he begins to lace up his dress shoes. "I guess you'll just have to deal."

"I still can't believe you dyed your hair like mine for this costume."

"I didn't. Mine's split brown and blond, not black and white."

"Still," Ranboo shrugs.

They wander over to the arm of the couch that Tubbo is seated on, snaking an arm around Tubbo's waist.

Tubbo squints at them. "What?"

Ranboo smiles. "Your hair looks good like that."

Tubbo's cheeks flush as he grins. "Narcissist."

"Yup," Ranboo agrees, fiddling with Tubbo's tie. "You know me, always just- Just totally in love with myself. Can't get me away from the mirror these days."

"I know, I know. It's become a problem. You really- Hey, what the fuck."

Ranboo stumbles back as Tubbo shoves at his shoulders. "What?"

Tubbo begins unbuttoning Ranboo's shirt from the bottom. "This is wrong."

"I- What?"

"The buttons. I never button my shirt right. Yours looks way too neat to be me."

"O- Okay, I- Alright," Ranboo agrees, gently prying Tubbo's hands away. "I'll- I'll re-do it, then."

As much as it pains them, Ranboo re-buttons the shirt all wrong, leaving gaps and holes and crumpling the edges.

"There," Ranboo sticks out his arms as he spins. "Better?"

"Mm," Tubbo replies. "I'm pissed that it looks better on you."

Before Ranboo is forced to come up with a reply, he hears the familiar pitter-patter of Michael sprinting across their hardwood floors.

Tubbo runs to meet Michael at the living room's entryway. "Michael!"

Michael bounds into the room, jumping into Tubbo's arms in a burst of soft downy feathers. "Bee! Lookit!"

Michael flaps his arms up and down, sending another flurry of feathers into the air. Ranboo coughs as one gets stuck in their throat.

Tubbo gently guides Michael's arms back into a resting position. "Hey, how about we save the flapping for later tonight, yeah?"

"Okay," Michael agrees. He squirms to get out of Tubbo's arms.

Michael's chicken costume is round and fluffy, shedding feathers every time he takes a step. Ranboo knows he'll be the one cleaning up the mess later, but he can't bring himself to be upset about it when Michael is so obviously thrilled.

"Boo, you shirt," Michael points out as he toddles over. "Buttons all messy."

"That's true, that's true," Ranboo nods, stooping to Michael's level. "I'm dressed like Bee tonight, and he's dressed like me!"

"And we're gonna act like each other all night," Tubbo adds as he packs their to-go bag.

Ranboo raises a brow. "Are we really doing that?"

Immediately, Tubbo's posture changes. He hunches in on himself, wringing his hands. "Um, I mean, yeah, we- We can do that, if- if you, uh, want."

Michael giggles.

Ranboo stands up straight, putting his hands on his hips and adopting the squeakiest voice he's able. "Alright, I'll do this for you just this once. But when we get back, I expect fifteen stacks of diamonds in exchange!"

"What, no accent?" Tubbo teases. "Weak."

"You weren't doing an accent either."

"Yeah, well, that's 'cause I can't do one."

"...What- But you just-"

"I do an axe net!" Michael chimes in. "See? Bawk bawk!"

Michael begins clucking like a chicken, flapping his arms and strutting around the room.

Ranboo applauds politely. "Good job, Michael. You sound just like a real chicken, and you look like one too."

"Um, a chicken looks- it- uh!" Michael exclaims, scrambling over to Ranboo's side.

"Chick- Um, a chicken sees-es more... More colors than even people does!"

"Wow," Ranboo widens his eyes in awe, despite having been told this fact dozens of times already. "Is that true?"

"Mhm! And they- they take a bath by, uh, rolling around in the dirt." Michael giggles at the thought.

"Wow, that does sound like you," Tubbo hoists Michael up into his shoulder. "Maybe you're part chicken, Michael."

"Mm-mm," Michael shakes his head. "I'm a piggy!"

"So true," Tubbo replies, and Ranboo nods in agreement.

Ranboo ruffles Michael's hair. "Ready to go, little chicken?"

"Yeah!" Michael cheers, squirming on Tubbo's shoulder. "Tricky treat!"

"What about you, Ranboo?" Ranboo asks Tubbo, crossing his arms and grinning. "You'd better be ready to go, or I'm gonna divorce the hell out of you."

Making for the door, Tubbo flutters his eyes. "Oh, Tubbo, my dearest Tubbo, anything for you. Shall I count the ways thou-st enchanteth me? Shalt I-"

"When- when have I ever said 'thou'?" Ranboo wheezes, shutting the door behind them.

Tubbo shrugs, jostling Michael enough to make him giggle. "I mean, when haven't you?"

Ranboo rolls their eyes. Michael and Tubbo head off while Ranboo locks up, sticking their spare key under the potted plant by the door, just in case.

There was a time when that would be an unsafe practice on this server, when it'd be asking for someone to hurt them.

But tonight, spooky as it may be, Ranboo is able to take his family out to celebrate Halloween with no fear in his heart.

Ranboo slips the key under the pumpkin and checks his comm, which has been flooded with messages from loved ones. Up ahead, he hears Michael babbling about how chickens are descendants of dinosaurs, sees Tubbo taking the stairs two at a time to excite him.

Ranboo takes a deep breath, and sets out on Halloween night, running to catch up with their husband and son under the light of a pale crescent moon.

#michael_beloved #michael beloved #im tagging this bc i love michael enjoyers and want to follow more of them. and i love Michael #again im so sorry i really wish i had much more than this to share :( i tried so hard man #doodle.txt #i dont even like this i wish i had more time RARGHHH 👹👹👹#maybe I'll have time for a thabksgiving fic or something :/#Also this isnt on ao3 bc its not up to my standards so yall r the only ones who get this little snippet ^_^ <3!

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hummingbird-games · 5 months

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chatty gemmy cathy tonight (who's STILL procrastinating + fighting the anxiety allegations) 🙂

I leave my additional rambling under the cut for your scrolling needs

LOL okay. So. Aside from meager updates and treats on ko-fi, I'm just way too anxious to make a proper new year post??? I've gotten caught in this loop where I want to spill my guts but I don't want to be perceived. So. knowing that most people scroll by posts anyway allows me the illusion that I'm sharing international secrets WITHOUT me acknowledging that I am sharing international secrets. yeah?

HSD:JY #2

as for what I can share here, I've been working--until right now--very quietly in the background and I get a thrill of excitement every time I touch the outline document?? I am also currently job hunting in the hopes of entraining a new place of employment that allows me to pay bills, fund this funky enterprise, and alleviate the physical and mental stress in my bubble of life. yup. but honestly being a game dev is still somehow cheaper than therapy so that tells you EVERYTHING you need to know kjzsfjsjf)

CRUSHED

Confession. I was supposed to fucking REST during the holidays. I was supposed to finish my little reading challenge and spend time with my family, and even if the holidays weren't holi-daying, just focus on my family who I do love dearly and could stand to show it more. yeah um so like I got to talking with some friends??? I mentioned this before lol. but I got to talking. and I got inspired. and then the next thing I knew, I was taking time away from what should have been spent on HSD (if I was gonna be stubborn and careless with said rest) annnnnd started working on Secret Project. or what my sibling calls Secret Project 2025--because I told them that this project wasn't supposed to be worked on until 2025.

Would you like take a guess as to what this secret project that will no longer be secret once I hit the "post" button is?

.....

......

any guesses?? give up?

Crushed #2. Previously under the working title "Folded" which I wasn't married to, and then renamed to "Loved" as I got deeper and deeper into the draft.

As it stands, Loved is gonna need some more "love" LOL!! Crushed was a very fast process from inception to production, mostly because writing Corey was as natural as breathing once I let go and Let God ☠️ Loved is Jacob's POV and um....listen, I love the guy, and I love him for Corey but fucking damn, his ass needed three outlines, all of my attention and wanning energy, a cry session, touching grass, and then the acknowledgment that the first draft was not going to be the final draft.

I really love how Jacob's POV came to be, I loved getting to know him outside of Corey and as his own character. and I loved being surprised by things in the draft. But it's so heavy. It's. Soooo. Heavy. Once again I found myself writing about grief (because 1) i'm so original and 2) because another story needed to be told authentically). But. I don't want it to be this heavy game when it's released out in the world. So when I have fresh eyes I will return to it and figure out if there's parts of Jacob's story that I missed due to tunnel vision that balances things out. and ofc there will be the fun things of getting beta/sensitivity readers because of Jacob being biracial--I've done research but certain things need more than my eyeballs on it--.

I'm gonna be super honest with y'all...it would be bat-shit crazy and an absolute dream of mine to get this game out to y'all by the end of the year. like december 2024. the only thing that's holding me back is HSD (because again that should have my full attention...Crushed is my baby but more players care about HSD and ahahah that's valid). The only thing--part 2--that's holding my back is funds. I VERY briefly considered a kickstarter but I'm still not built for crowdfunding and I've already had enough bad ideas 3 days into the new year, and I should spread it out more 🤧

but yeah. the reason this was supposed to be a 2025 project?? because I selfishly want to get to keegan and oke's story, and I KNEW that to get there, Jacob's came first. So in my infinite wisdom I decided to start now to be "prepared" to finish Jacob's POV later. and then I sat and wrote out the full draft.

🤡🤡🤡

anyhoo. there is so. much. STUFF. I wanna say about Loved, and I'm super proud of myself for keeping it kinda vague here, but I promise that if I suddenly get an inheritance from a dead family member, I will put it to good use in getting Loved done AND share all the swirling thoughts in my head about the game. oh and also be able to pay the sensitivity readers for their time and expertise, damn gemini ☠️

THE KNIGHT DANCE

not much to say here except if HSD is the main concern, TKD is the second main concern because I had to shelve this baby twice and HBG is overdue on a sapphic story (yes HSD has lovely sapphic content but as a player you can choose not to interact with it soooooo....)

this one will definitely force me to take initiative and reach out to people for all the roles and I still have Great Fear and Low Brain Cells so once I sit down, review the script, and figure out what roles need fulfilling, we can start cooking with oil!

IMPOSTER SYNDROME

keeping this very short and very vague, but...one of the things I pride myself on and strive to improve and keep up my skills with AND have been complimented on has been encouraged to be in the spotlight in a very low stakes way, but my brain as decided "no pressure" really means "yes pressure" and suddenly I believe myself to be the Worst Candidate. but I'm believed in and I don't want to let people down so it's just...distractions x 10 until I finally exhaust myself and get to work ☠️

i'll get over it just gotta be dramatically anxious first

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GOOD TALK!!!! lol and with that, I think I shall leave tumblr and find a soothing activity to participate in 🤣🙃

#y'all really ain't getting a dev diaries post anytime soon 😭#gamedev rambles #updates and rambles #if you see the tags and liked crushed (I yammer about it here)#imposter syndrome is also especially loud this week and I don't have the mental fortitude to tell it to shut the hell up #tw: mental health #tw: general tmi-ness #tw: typos and grammar errors. probably.

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willalove75 · 7 months

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okay, so I've had this fantasy about lady D and a maid. They're already full established in a relationship for like 15 years, totally comfortable. I'd love to see them play out exploring new things in the bedroom, like roleplay or something. But I've had this one fantasy if seeing play out in a fic, and I LOVE your writing, so i know you're the one for the job!! I'd love to see them in bed snuggling after being intimate. Like, dirty, rough, primal sex. And while they're laying there together, Alcina gets up to get a glass of "wine", looking back at Y/N and just DROPS HER THICK GIGGLE TRUCK ON HER FACE AND JUST FUCKIN RIIIIIPPPSSS ONE, DUDE! JUST BUSSIN THE BOOTY HORN RIGHT ON HER FACE, BABY! WOOO!!!!!

But in all seriousness, Babe. Your writing has improved SO MUCH since you've started. You've reached and touched so many people in such a short amount of time and are finally seeing the greatness of your mind and creativity that I have seen in you all along. I am so incredibly proud of you for putting yourself and your art out there for others to absorb and enjoy. I'm so glad you finally have an outlet for your mind to blosom and escape into at the end of the day where you can gain a better understanding of your craft and yourself. I love you so much! Don't ever stop doing this. You're too good at it to keep it from the world. Here's to 1000 more followers, My Love!

I'm am literally just sitting at my desk, laughing my ass off, and shaking my head thinking to myself "yup, this is who I fucking married. I CHOSE to spend the rest of my life with this guy"

To think for a second I thought I got a legit ask and then quickly learned you were just fucking trolling me again🤦‍♀️😂😂

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Thanks for always supporting me and my weird little hobbies my love! I definitely wouldn't have been able to keep this up for as long as I have been it if hasn't been for your unwavering love and support💕 I love you so fucking much.

#willalove75

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crackinglamb · 7 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @theluckywizard, thank you! 💕

Tagging @lilbittymonster, @bogunicorn, @bdafic, @shretl, @mordinette, @fogsblue, @effelants, @sociallyacceptablemadness and @natsora. No pressure!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

107!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

1,776,919, as of this morning.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Currently only Dragon Age and Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood. But in the past I've written for Fallout 4, Mass Effect Trilogy, Dr. Who, Borderlands, and The Wayhaven Chronicles.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

What a Wicked Game to Play - the Behemoth, the Epic, the...story that ate my life for nearly two years straight. It currently sits at a cool 400K words and will be the focus of my NaNo goal this year. I'd like to have it finished. Solas/OFC, rated E.

Twist - the fic that got me really going in DA. An MGIT re-envisioning of the base game and all the what happens next? 197K words, complete. Solas/OFC, rated E. Fun fact, I started writing this fic before I'd ever played the game. 2020 was...uh...quite a year.

Junkyard Dogs - my very first fic. I started writing this before I really even knew what fic was. Before I even had heard of AO3. My sibspring got me an invite and the rest is history. I'm still incredibly proud of this fic, although I don't write quite like this anymore. 107K words, complete. Hancock/F!SoSu, rated E. (Are you noticing a trend? Yes, I write a lot of smut.)

Twist Some More - you guessed it, the sequel to Twist. My love letter to Carly and Solas and the happily ever after the game didn't give us. Baby included. 67K words, complete. Solas/OFC, rated E.

Humans Are Just...Like That - okay, so there's a story that goes with this one. This is a oneshot for Mass Effect, and it was brought to life via a long, hilarious thread in an ME discord server. I made a comment to the effect of 'someone should turn this into a fic' and everyone told me to go for it. So I did. It's a little bit crack, a little bit everybody lives and a whole lot of yup, humans are just like that. ~3K words. Background FemShep/Garrus, rated T.

5. do you respond to comments?

Yes, always! (Caveat: as long as it's polite. If you're rude, I'll call you on it, then freeze the thread.)

6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No More My Heart Beats Without You, one of only 4 of my works with the Major Character Death warning. Solas/F!Trevelyan, 5555 words (I didn't plan that, but it's cool), rated E.

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

TSM, without a doubt. The whole point of it was to write a fluffy, gloriously happy tribute to my first DA OC, Carly Lavellan. It'll make your teeth ache, I promise.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten some on WG, which is why I now moderate comments on it. It's gotten statistically big enough (in terms of both hits and word length) that some people are just not gonna groove with it. And hey, that's fine. But you don't need to tell me about it, okay? Just hit the back button.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes. And...yes. I've written all kinds. My only rule for smut is consenting adults.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I got asked about a fic being translated, but I don't know if it ever happened.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have written two fics with my beloved @ir0n-angel. One for FO4 (a Deacon/F!SoSu oneshot) and one for DA (Solavellan modern AU, incomplete, been on hiatus for a couple years. Someday we'll finish it.)

And I've participated in three years' worth of round robin style collaboration with the DAFF server.

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

*snort Poly here. Don't ask me to pick a favorite, it doesn't work like that. 🤣🤣🤣

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Just Like Fire. It started out as a prompt fic to get me out of a slump. Actual Solavellan, canon compliant even. So you see where my problem is, right? I mean, I am the one whose blog title is Canon Shall Be YEETED. I've thought about maybe just tying up the loose ends and skipping ahead to the ending I've already written for it, but then I lose interest again after about five minutes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

16. what are your writing strengths?

Good dialogue, lots of banter. I am routinely told by readers how well I keep characterization believable.

Good smut, realistic without being clinical.

Headcannon glitter. Being detailed oriented means I overthink and come up with some really deep ideas.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

FINISHING THE DAMN THING. *ahem* I'm okay, I'm good.

Endings are rough for me. Not in that I don't know what I want to do with them, but more by the time I get to them, I've either lost interest or lost motivation. Or both. I know it looks like I'm on top of it when you look at my archive (only three incomplete WIP's out of 107), but some of them caused me Stress(tm) to finish and I've never been really happy with them.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I do it sparingly so it doesn't bog down the story. I translate it at the end, be that by chapter or oneshot. I know better than to fully trust google translate. And I'm careful with using fanon resources if the language is made up.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Fallout 4, with the above mentioned JD. I stayed there for quite a while too. To date it's still my second most written fandom.

20. favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Again, poly. But I have some notables that I've returned to time and again. An incomplete sampling:

Maker Damned Fools - this is actually the first thing I wrote for DA. Varric/F!Hawke. 32K words, rated E. Initially it was a Fluffuary fic, but I always planned to expand on it. This year I did. Highlights for me reading it: chapters 4, 7 and 9.

Soft In Skyhold - another Fluffuary entry. Written as part of WG's overarching 'verse. So, Imogen and Solas, Adoribull, Varric and Elly Hawke, Terisin Mahariel and Morrigan. Cassandra and the Sky-Watcher. ~29K words, rated T. Highlights for me: chapters 5, 11, 13, 22, and 25.

She's My Plus One - my Dr. Who fic. Nine/Rose. Written x +1 style. 12K words, rated M. Highlights for me: chapters 4-6.

Unrepentant - a Solavellan oneshot. It's smutty, it's a little bit kinky, it's all in her head, right? Cuz it's the Fade. Look, sometimes you just need a particular flavor of dark!Solas. Not too dark, just like 62% cacao. 3100 words, obviously rated E.

Unexpected - an FO4 fic with a Kellogg/F!SoSu pairing. Yup, you read that right. Don't judge me. This was an early attempt at writing canon divergence and I'm still super pleased with how it came out. It even has a happy ending. 30K words, rated E. Highlights for me: honestly, all of it. I'll read the whole thing in a sitting when the mood strikes me.

#tagged #20 questions for fic writers #long post

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skytheidiott · 17 days

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Keyboard Woes: Of Apostrophes and Semi-Colons

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[[To give some context, I had to write a Student Introduction for my college course. If you've had to write one, you know that they're all basically the same. Being the bored neuro-divergent bean that I am, I decided to have a little fun with it lol! I've cut out the boring fluff though, stuff like, "What's your course? What do you expect to gain from this? Would you sacrifice your firstborn child?" Y'know, normal stuff ^^]]

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...in 2007! Despite it’s age, it’s quite snappy and useful as a no-distractions homework/writing device. The keyboard is surprisingly nice too-- it feels leagues better than any other keyboard I've used on modern laptops. It was also cheaper than budget laptops nowadays.

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...Have I reached two hundred words yet? I can keep rambling about completely random of things if I haven’t. In fact... I just remembered something that I have, uh, opinions about.

*ahem*

Why.

The f###.

Is the apostrophe not a part of the home row?!

Seriously, we use apostrophes a lot! I’ve used them several times in this intro alone! Despite it's frequent use in typing, instead of being placed under the pinky when the fingers are at rest on the home row, it’s one key to the right. I have to take a fifty-fifty on whether or not I hit the apostrophe key or hit the fucken

ENTER KEY, LIKE RIGHT THEN. No, that wasn’t on purpose, I actually accidentally hit enter just then. Y’know what, I’m gonna leave that typo in. It’s funny and proves my point lol.

Now, one might assume that this is an odd thing to get worked up about. One might even say that I’m actively looking for something to be upset about!

...I mean, you’re absolutely right but come on man, it’s literally one key away from being a part of the home row. Instead, the semi-colon is there. The semi-colon! How many times do you use the apostrophe when texting your totally real friend group, hm? Now, how many times do you use the semi-colon-- YEAH, NEVER, THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT.

Y’know how people have made different keyboard layouts over the years? One’s that change the position of every key and look like an affront unto God, no matter how efficient they may be? If I could, I’d make a keyboard layout that simply switches the semi-colon and apostrophe, okay?!

I don't care if I'm being petty or whatnot, IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE ANY LOGICAL SENSE TO HAVE A KEY THAT LITERALLY NO ONE OTHER THAN WRITERS AND MY 5TH GRADE ENGLISH TEACHER USES IN THE "HOME ROW", A PLACE WHERE YOU'RE FINGERS ARE GOING TO NATURALLY REST AND THUS HAVE KEYS LIKE "a", "s", "d", "f"-- KEYS THAT YOU WOULD, OH I DON'T KNOW, ACTUALLY USE!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAA *screams endlessly into void*

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[[Yup, I really put all that in my Student Introduction lmao xD. It ended up exceeding the word quota by over 500 words lol. I hope you found it as humorous as I did while typing it. It's odd how fun it can be to "rant" about things in a playful manner ^^'. I dunno if if I'll do something like this again but if I do, I'll be sure to share it lol ^^]]

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#200 word student introductions are dumb and I hate them #Yet I had fun with this one lol ^^#I still don't know how to use tags that well lol #I know “how” to use them but not how to humorously use them lol #I know some hide comments or jokes or g r e e r in the tags #Perhaps I should just be silly too lol #rant post #joke rant #keyboards #silly rant #personal rant #mini rant #rant #Keyboard Rant #Rambles #ramblings #ramblies

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lalaurelia · 5 months

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2023 Fic in Review

Another year gone, so let's see how it was for me writing-wise. I haven't written a lot in English this year because I was still hijacked by the game, and then by the Russian fandom-wide event that stretched on for months, and then the work was hectic - you know, the usual. On top of all the rest that's been going on.

Okay. So. I think it's the first time I'd be counting my Russian-language stories in this review, because without them it's gonna look very sad.

total number of completed stories: 19, but 7 of these are translations, and 4 were, I think, written earlier than 2023 but I don't know the exact date - but I brought them over to Ao3 in 2023, and so be it. +1 micro game for the fandom event.

total word count: 45046 words. And maybe around, like... 10K into the game and the fandom extras.

fandoms written in: It's still exclusively Gotham and Gobblepot.

looking back, did you expect to write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? This was probably one of the years when I was being realistic and thinking I would write very little. But then somehow the event sparked some kind of competitiveness in me that urged me to finish some of my myriad of WIPs and edit the ones that have been lying around ready for years. Oh, and there was this time when I whipped up a story in like an hour or so and completed it five minutes before the fandom event deadline closing and published it mere seconds before the event closed. That was fun XD I wouldn't have done anything like that without that kind of fucked up motivation lol

what’s your own favorite story of the year? You know what, it's probably that quickie one I mentioned previously - К вопросу об устрицах. Yup, sorry, no English translation available yet. It was fun to write though.

did you take any writing risks this year? Well, getting involved in that fandom event was a risk XD But when it comes to writing per se, hm... I suppose The Coffee Place counts - as I've wanted to do an outsider perspective fic for a while, and somehow it mashed up with Coffeeshop AU in my mind, and I kinda liked the result.

do you have any fanfic or profit goals for the new year? This time I'm kind of intrigued by what is meant by 'profit goals' in this question. I guess I'm mildly curious if I'd be able to produce something people would want to pay for - but it is a pipe dream on so many levels right now. So, anyway. Fanfic goals for the new year? Finish at least some of the WIPs. We'll see how it goes from there.

best story of the year? I think it would be Выбор для живых - yeah, sorry, no translation for that one either yet. But it's an alternative take on that one ep where Jim ends up in Valeska's blown up maze. So he's lying buried underground and contemplates things, and Oswald as well, and then rescue comes unexpectedly.

most popular story of the year? Ao3 stats tell me it's Ice, and other things which is not surprising, since it was the first story I put out once the year began. It had some time to accumulate kudos xD

story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I can't name a single one, to be honest. The ones I've written in Russian aren't very popular, which I expected to happen. The ones in English are being read, so. There's that.

most fun story to write: Hmmm, I guess it would be И кое-что еще, because I needed to write a short and I wanted it to be sexy without being explicit, so I had some little fun with words there.

story with the single sexiest moment: Now that would be Skirting Around, no doubt.

sweetest story: I don't think I had anything particularly sweet written this year. It just wasn't a year for that.

“holy crap, thats wrong, even for you!” story: You know what, I'll just skip this one, because I always give the same answer here. Write whatever you want, just tag it appropriately.

story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters & most unintentionally telling story: Nothing for this one either, sorry.

hardest story to write: I'm afraid it's Skirting Around. I've been stuck at several spots in it for ages, and I'm still not completely satisfied by the ending. I'm not sure if I'm going to do anything about it. We'll see.

biggest disappointment: How little energy I seem to have for writing - doing anything, really. These past years haven't been kind and the emotional drain and constant fear are very exhausting. So every written word is a win. I can't be disappointed with what I manage to create.

biggest surprise: That there are still people I can make happy with my Gobblepot stories. It's really nice when I think about it. So thank you for that.

Not tagging anyone, but I'd be curious to see if you guys do year reviews of your stories.

#writing #gotham #gobblepot #jimwald #oswald cobblepot #jim gordon #otp #dc #fanfic #milestones #fic year in review #genmitsu writing #lalaurelia writing

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spaceorphanssecondbreakfastclub · 9 months

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SO's Bookclub: The Maid

Title: The Maid Author: Nita Prose Genre: Mystery

Goodreads Summary:

Molly Gray is not like everyone else. She struggles with social skills and misreads the intentions of others. Her gran used to interpret the world for her, codifying it into simple rules that Molly could live by.

Since Gran died a few months ago, twenty-five-year-old Molly has been navigating life's complexities all by herself. No matter—she throws herself with gusto into her work as a hotel maid. Her unique character, along with her obsessive love of cleaning and proper etiquette, make her an ideal fit for the job. She delights in donning her crisp uniform each morning, stocking her cart with miniature soaps and bottles, and returning guest rooms at the Regency Grand Hotel to a state of perfection.

But Molly's orderly life is upended the day she enters the suite of the infamous and wealthy Charles Black, only to find it in a state of disarray and Mr. Black himself dead in his bed. Before she knows what's happening, Molly's unusual demeanor has the police targeting her as their lead suspect. She quickly finds herself caught in a web of deception, one she has no idea how to untangle. Fortunately for Molly, friends she never knew she had unite with her in a search for clues to what really happened to Mr. Black—but will they be able to find the real killer before it's too late?

Review:

I had been really looking forward to reading this one. It sells itself as being a locked room mystery with a 'Clue' like feel to it. And yup - I am totally here for a zany, crazy mystery that goes in some bonkers directions.

This book... is not like Clue. It's not really that good of a mystery, if I'm being honest. It's much more of a character study? And while that's okay, and I don't think it's a bad book, I was disappointed that I wasn't getting what I was being sold.

The whole schtick is that Molly the Maid who works for a hotel is an the autism spectrum. I didn't mind her characterization (even if it might have benefited the author to address the whole autism thing directly rather than skirt around it). Molly's social awkwardness is really unlike anything I've read in most of these kinds of books. And even if it was cringey at times (and oof - it was) I get that this book was really set up to be a study in Molly kind of dealing with her relationship with the world and how she fits into it. And that's not wholly a bad thing.

I just wish there had been more to the mystery!

Anyone who is familiar with reading mysteries can probably figure out who the murderer is relatively quickly. There aren't that many characters in the book, and only a few who stand out as real possible suspects. It becomes more of the why -- and how is Molly going to figure it out. Which, idk, made me lose interest pretty quickly.

You can tell that the author was inspired by Clue in that half the characters have last names that relate to colors. So - why not go all the way? Why not do more with the character names than kind of give half the cast some colorful names without any real meaning to it?

I guess my disappointment with the book is more about wanting more of a mystery novel and less of a character study. It's the author's debut novel - and kind of felt like one.

But the writing is relatively solid. Molly was a good character, and the rest of the supporting characters were at least decently drawn. The hotel makes for an interesting set piece. The pacing was fine - if sluggish and predictable at times.

Rating: 3.5 stars. Definitely not a terrible book, but I really wanted more from something sold as a thrilling mystery novel.

#books #book review #sbc bookclub #the maid #nita prose

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everybodyhatesangelina · 1 year

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static

clearly, I love Edward Munson, so here's my attempt at writing a fic (yippee)

haven't written in ages, used to write ff about BTS in like 2017 maybe, excuse me if I'm rusty. I don't know how Tumblr works, so sorry if this looks weird or anything, I'm trying my best, for this fic I was clearly inspired by Effie and Freddie from skins,, that's why the protagonist name if Effie, I'm too lazy to change it and this is just a test :)

trigger warning:

no drug usage (apart from weed) is explicitly depicted, but drugs are talked about and people on drugs are described, I tried my best on writing realistic things considering I do not remember much from that time of my life.

if these topics are triggering for you, please don't read

also, don't do anything that happens in this fic

enjoy this mess while it's still online

«shit, is your cousin back in school?», Mike asked, the rest of the kids sitting at the table turning around, eyes locking on someone. Eddie was suddenly interested.

«yup, she's not sick anymore.», Henderson replied, short and cold, Eddie found it weird.

«but... she looks worse than before.», Will said, a confused look on his face.

«your cousin comes to school here?», Eddie finally asked, scanning the cafeteria with his eyes, trying to find a girl who looked like Dustin, assuming they were even a little bit similar.

«yup, she missed the first three months cause she was in the hospital.», he's not even looking at Eddie, eyes set on his food, a little pout in his lips.

«being in rehab isn't being sick, Henderson, get your story straight.», that's Jason, being mean as always, his friends snickering with him.

Dustin just rolls his eyes, but Jason doesn't like the lack of reply.

«I really don't know what I expected, obviously little freak Henderson had a little freak cousin, didn't she almost die? fuck, maybe you guys shouldn't have saved her, one freak less in this school.», Eddie doesn't really know how they're laughing about this and he opens his mouth to talk, try and defend Henderson, but a loud smack leaves him startled.

Jason groans as he falls to the ground, after being smacked in the face with a tray from a girl now standing over him.

she looks pretty normal, brown hair braided, a pair of grey sweatpants and a big black sweater, but Eddie can see the anger on her face, he's almost scared by it even if it's not directed at him.

«maybe, next time, don't act all cool while making fun of a 15 year old, dumbass. and no, I didn't 'almost' die, I died for a few seconds. I came back from hell, I would be shitting my pants if I was you.», the whole cafeteria is silent, everyone holding their breath as they watch the scene unfold.

before turning around, she bends down, looking straight in his eyes and Eddie almost laugh, Jason has never looked so scared as he holds his bloody nose. she gives him a little smile, innocent almost, then spits on his face and gets back up, coming closer to Dustin. her eyes soften when she sees him and she ruffles his hair, giving a little wave to the other kids, going back to the entrance.

before she leaves, she turns around, everyone's eyes on her.

«by the way, I'm Effy!»,she does a little bow before going out and Eddie thinks he might be in love.

«shit, that's you cousin?», Gareth asks and Dustin gives a little smile and as he goes back to his food, Jason's shitty friends dragging him to the infirmary.

Eddie is surprised, next day, when he obviously comes in the cafeteria a bit late, after a deal, to find Henderson's cousin sitting at their table.

she looks better today, a pair of large jeans and a long sleeved shirt, when Eddie squints he's surprised to see it's a Metallica shirt.

could she be any more perfect?

when he sits down at his place, her eyes are on him, studying him, and Eddie almost feels out of breath.

«is it okay if she sits here? I told her that maybe you didn't want her to, but she never listens to me.», Henderson's voice distracts him from those icy eyes.

«I don't think anyone would have the courage to say anything to her, we're all scared to get our nose broken.», Gareth says, Jeffrey snorting and the girl rolling her eyes, but she's smiling a little.

then she's looking back at Eddie, offering him her hand.

«I'm Effy, Dustin always talks about you.», she says, it's simple, but Eddie feels his heart beating faster.

«Eddie.», he replies, taking her hand, and it's soft, really soft. her nails are painted black, some are chipped.

she gives him a little smile and let go, going back to her lunch.

it's only a can of cola, a straw stuck in it.

the kids are talking about something, Halloween, but he's not really listening, his eyes set on the girl.

she doesn't really speak, just listens, nodding sometimes and rolling her eyes fondly at Dustin's dumb jokes.

when the bell rings, she simply gets up and leave, waving to them.

he obviously skips math's class, getting high in the woods behind school is much funnier than solving equations or whatever the fuck they're doing now.

he's surprised, tho, when he gets to his spot and finds the girl that's making his heart beat so fast sitting at the table, a cigarette in her hand as she scribbles on a book.

she's wearing a sweater now, really big and cozy, and when she notices Eddie she startles a bit, bringing a hand to her heart.

«sorry, didn't mean to scare you.», he says with a little smile, sitting in front of her and she shakes her head.

«I didn't think anyone came here apart from me.», she's talking slowly, her eyes on Eddie's.

«I've been coming here for years, it's my spot.», he shrugs, opening his lunchbox to take out a joint, bringing it to his lips and lighting it up, «you don't look like the type of girl who skips class..», he adds then, making her snort.

«science is too boring and I'm way too high to care.», she shrugs and he raises an eyebrow.

«Henderson said you're clean.», she snorts again, lifting her eyes from the book to look at him again, a little smile on her lips.

it looks pretty, her lips curled up a little, but it's almost like she's making fun of him.

«cause that's what Henderson knows and I hope you're not going to rat me out.», and Eddie slowly shakes his head, taking a few hits, tilting his head to the side a bit.

«but aren't you scared? about overdosing again and shit..», Eddie knows he's probably starting a conversation he has no rights to start, but he's so curios about that girl.

she seems surprised at that question, rubbing her lips togheter.

«I'm not doing... pills, just weed, sometimes.», her eyes are back on the book now, a little grimace on her face.

he doesn't know if she's lying, doesn't know enough about her to guess, but she seems genuine, just annoyed by his question.

«well, that's good, isn't it? pills aren't nice.», he murmurs, licking his upper lip, nervous, and the girl snorts again.

«you literally sell drugs to minors», touchè.

she looks up at him, reading his face, trying to see if maybe she offended him, but as soon as their eyes lock they both smile.

they spend the rest of the hour togheter, not talking much, but it's comfortable, Eddie sharing his joints with her, her eyes lighting up everytime his hand stretch towards her.

they walk back together to the school, Eddie holding up the branches so she doesn't have to bend down to pass.

he then walks her to class, it's a bit awkward when they get there, looking at each other shyly.

«well, guess I have to go now..», he shrugs and she nods, playing with the pen in her hands.

she waves at him as he walks away, backwards, making her giggle when he slams against a teacher he didn't see.

he apologizes, a grin on his face, and when he turn back around she has disappeared.

lunch gets sweeter and sweeter everyday, the girl getting more comfortable and speaking more with everyone, she starts sitting right next to Eddie, speaking with Gareth about a book they're both reading, sometimes she'll speak to Eddie too, about music very often.

they share a lot of interests, especially music, they almost listen to the same bands and have read the same books.

then, one day, Henderson sits at the table with a big smile on his face.

«sooo, Halloween, my mom is going at her sister's, sooo... free house! we could watch scary films and play DnD!», he's really proud of it, everyone cheering happily.

«will you be there?», Eddie murmurs in the girls ear and she looks at him surprised, but then nods, a smile on her face.

«I'm the babysitter.», she replies, taking a sip of her usual cola, Eddie snorting.

he counts the seconds, getting jiggier everyday, so impatient.

then Halloween comes, it pours in the morning, and almost everyone gets to school soaked.

Eddie is a bit pissed, his hair dripping water as he walks through the halls.

then he sees her, standing at her locker and he feels a little smile grow on his lips.

she looks prettier then ever, ripped thighs and a pair of chunky black boots, wearing a black sweater long enough to be a dress.

her hair are wet too, a bit ruffled and she's looking in a mirror, trying to adjust her black eyeshadow that's dripping a bit on her cheeks.

«shit, I know I look pretty, but isn't crying a bit dramatic, sweetheart?», he says, resting his hip on the locker next to hers.

the girl snort and she doesn't even need to look up to recognize, reaching into her locker to get a towel, throwing it on his face.

«you look like a wet dog.», he snorts at that, but thanks her softly, using it to dry his hair.

«sooo, I was thinking that... maybe, we could skip first hour and go smoke in the bathroom..?», he asks, almost shyly, as he rubs on his hair to get them dry.

she sighs and turns towards him, pushing his hands away and drying his hair softly, her eyes on his.

Eddie feels his heart in his throat, cheeks getting warm.

«you have beautiful curls, girls shed sweet and tears to get them like this and you're ruining your natural ones? come on, even Dustin knows how to dry his hair.», she rolls her eyes a bit and then takes away the towel, taking out a brush and standing on her tiptoes to adjust his bangs.

Eddie doesn't even reply, the world 'beautiful' ringing in his head, as he bites his lower lip.

then she's throwing the brush in her locker too, closing it and looking back at him.

«the bathroom in the gym is gonna be empty, let's go.»

that's how they end up sitting on the ground, passing a joint, as Eddie tells her about the time he shaved his head, smiling everytime she giggles and slaps his shoulder.

«so, you're telling me that you, Edward Munson, the person with the nicest hair in Hawkins, spent half of his life with a shaved head?», she asks and she has laughed so hard there's tears in her eyes, Eddie doesn't even think when he takes her soft cheeks in his hand, using his thumb to swipe under he eyes, catching the tear that's falling.

«shh, if Harrington hears you, he's gonna flip his shit.», and she's laughing again, leaning against his hand.

«Steve? you know Steve?», she asks and she seems surprised, even if she's still giggling, taking a few hit of the joints.

«yeah, Henderson's like... obsessed with him, he worships that dude.», and now Effy's smiling fondly, the way she always does when someone's talking about Dustin.

«Dustin worships you too, when I was in the hospital he would come in everyday just to speak about you and how wonderful you are.», Eddie is surprised by that, but he feels his lips twitch a bit.

then she's taking her head away from his hands, Eddie letting it fall on his lap, the girl passing him the joints.

«what film have you guys chosen for tonight?», she asks, and they're back at it, Eddie listing the film as she groans, rolling her eyes.

«if the kids can't sleep cause they get too scared, I'm beating you up.», she says, pointing her fingers at his chest and Eddie acts scared, dramatically as always, raising his hands and widening his eyes.

«nooo, please, don't kill me!», he shouts and the girl giggles, fake shooting him with her fingers, Eddie groaning as he falls back, her laugh getting louder.

they smoke some more, then they're leaving, talking in the hallways, all giggly because of the weed.

as always, he walks her to her class, opening the door for her and bowing, making her giggle again.

he knows people are watching, he knows people are talking, but he doesn't care at all, and it looks like Effy doesn't care either as she waves at him, a smile on her face as she sits down.

the teacher is one Eddie has too and she starts one of her speech about how Eddie should get to class instead of flirting with other students or else he won't graduate, for the third time and he simply grins and says sorry, getting out of there.

he doesn't really know what to expect when he gets to Dustin's house, Effy isn't as 'affectionate' with him when the others are there, but he's surprised when the girl opens the door and smiles at him, throwing her arms around his neck.

he obviously doesn't push her away, holding the pack of beer with one hand, using the other to put around her waist and hold her.

«hey, sweetheart. brought beers.», he says, feeling a bit lightheaded, she smells really good, like weed and women's parfume.

«mmm, love beer!», she let go of him, taking them from his hand and going back in the house.

it's warm inside and Eddie closes the door behind him, following her inside.

she looks pretty even at home, her hair braided again, no makeup.

«you're early, Dustin isn't even home yet. do you... wanna keep me company while I get ready?», she asks, tilting her head to the side and Eddie knows something is a bit off, her hand twitching every now and then. he nods anyway, maybe it's the cold.

her room is different than what he expected, the walls a pastel purple, a few posters here and there, a few stuffed animals on her bed.

there's a big mirror on the wall, some pictures of her and Dustin, some with the other kids stuck on it.

she sits on the bed and Eddie does the same, still looking around.

under the mirror, there's a big desk, some books on it and some makeup, it's a bit messy.

«d'you like it? Dustin helped me paint.», she says, her back resting on the pillows, it's a bit slurry and her eyes seems unfocused as she looks around too, grinning when they're back on Eddie's.

he nods softly, studying her face, as he licks his lips.

«are you high?», he asks, and she seems surprised, but it's just for a few seconds as she goes back to grinning, her eyes half closed, sniffling a bit.

«yup, smoked with the windows open, I think I'm catching a cold.», she's up again, like she's running from Eddie, sitting at her desk and clearing her throat.

he doesn't move, just rests his back on the wall, his eyes stuck on her. he's not exactly sure she's lying, maybe she's just really high, but he still feels weird about it, like she's hiding something.

«are you dressing up for Halloween?», she doesn't reply, looking at herself in the mirror, putting on eyeshadow.

there's a few minutes of silence and then he's getting up, getting closer to her and she startles and drops her brush when he taps her shoulder, turning her head to look at him with wide eyes.

«what the fuck?», she asks, and it's soft, a bit slurred again, a grimace on her face.

«I asked if you're dressing up for Halloween.», he repeats and now he knows, he knows she didn't just smoke. her eyes soften and she sniffles again, turning back to the mirror.

«yup, I'm dressing up as myself. are you dressing up?», Eddie has grown up around addicts, and no matter how hard they try to hide it, there are a few signs that clearly tell if someone's using or not.

Effy has them all, constantly sniffling, her hands trembly, she's not focused and she clearly knows Eddie's onto something cause she's avoiding his eyes.

he grabs a chair and swings it around, sitting right next to her, one elbow on the desk, his cheek resting on his hand.

«yeah, I'm dressing up as myself too. I thought you were dressing up as Henderson's cousin who said she was clean while in reality she was not clean at all.», and he's not angry, just worried, cause now he cares about her and he feels like maybe he would die if she got hurt, again.

she freezes a bit, just a few seconds, then goes back to doing her makeup, silent for a few seconds.

«just cause I'm smoking weed here and there doesn't mean I'm back to pills, I thought we already talked about this.», her voice is low and Eddie knows he's right cause she's getting defensive, her body tensed up, lips tight in a line.

«I'm not talking about weed and you know it, sweetheart.», she curls her nose a bit, shaking her head.

she turns her head and Eddie maybe feels bad a bit, cause they're cold, the same way she looked at Jason when she smashed his nose.

«no, actually, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. and, even if I knew, I don't think it's any of your business.», she's getting angry and Eddie sighs, resting against the back of the chair, looking up at the ceiling.

«I don't want to be friends with someone that's trying to kill themselves everyday.», his eyes are back on hers, and it's soft, really, but she scoffs, a little grimace on her face.

«well, better fuck off then.», and Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised, his eyes wide.

and he knows she's not lying, her eyes colder than ever.

«are you serious, Eff? I'm just trying to help and, what, you prefer doing drugs than having friends?», and now he's angry, not at her, just... they haven't been friends for much, that's true, but the thought of losing her kills him already.

«I can do drugs and have friends, I've been doing it for months, no? you're the one giving me an ultimatum.», and she's smiling, her lips curled in that smile and Eddie now knows what it means now and what it meant back then, it's like she's telling him she's a lost cause, that there's nothing left to do, but he knows it's not true, he knows Effy, she's kind and she likes Black Sabbaths and The Talking Heads, she would go to war for Dustin, she likes cats and she hates everyone but Eddie and Hellfire, he knows that.

he refuses to let her believe she's not worth the try.

«I'm not giving you an ultimatum, but do you realize how crushed Dustin would be if he found out? how crushed I would be, for fucks sake!», and he's yelling now, his hands in the hair.

she flinches a bit, but then she's resting against the chair, her eyes soft again.

when her fingers slip under his shirt and rest on his hips, he feels his breath hitch.

«I'm fine, Eds, just cause I fucked up a few months ago and almost died, doesn't mean it'll happen again. it's Halloween, doing some ket on Halloween never killed anyone.», her voice is low and when Eddie looks in her eyes he feels his anger melts away, bringing his hand down to grab hers, sitting back down, their faces close.

«Eff, when you do drugs, it's not like when other people do drugs...»,he's almost whispering, his eyes wide, lips tight.

she sighs as she opens a drawer, searching for something in it, letting then a baggie fall on the table. Eddie could recognize it from a mile away.

«take it, then, I'll stop, really.», his heart starts beating again, a smile growing on his lips.

«really?», he asks, hopeful and she nods, smiling, letting go of his hands as she looks in the mirror again.

«now let me get ready in peace, dumbass.», they spend the rest of the hour in comfortable silence, the baggie sitting in Eddie's pocket.

and he's happy, really, cause she seemed genuine and Eddie trusts her, he knows she'd never do anything to hurt her cousin, maybe even him.

when Dustin and the other kids get home, Eddie and Effy are sprawled on the couch, watching TV, sharing a joint.

her legs are on Eddie's thighs and she's giggling loudly at every dumb thing that gets said on TV.

the the others get there too, even Steve and Robin are invited, and it's fun, really.

Effy doesn't drink, and Eddie is happy about that, making sure to kiss her temple as a reward, the girl rolls her eyes in reply, but he knows she's smiling.

the films are scary, well, not really, full of clichés and fake screams, but it's pretty gorey and the kids seem scared, even Steve is trying to hide his face behind his hands by the end of the first one.

by the end of the fourth and last film, Steve has already left with Robin, too scared to sit through it.

they stay togheter a bit, the rest of hellfire then going home.

Effy sits on the counter as Eddie searches through the fridge for something to eat, the kids voices in the background as they adjust their sleeping bags.

«are you sleeping over?», she asks, swinging her legs and Eddie shrugs, looking at her over his shoulder.

«can I sleep in your bed?», he's grinning like the fox he is and she rolls her eyes, poking him in the thigh with her feet.

«only if you shower.», she shows him her tongue and he scoffs, closing the fridge as he gets between her legs, wrapping his hand around both of her wrists, holding them over her head as he tickles her side with her free hand.

«I'll make you piss yourself so you have to shower too.», she snorts, squirming in his hold, fake gagging at his words.

«you're... you're fucking disgusting, let go, I'm scared of what you've done with these hands!»

he lets go only when he sees tears in her eyes, as she's laughing too hard, resting his hands on her thighs, both of them taking their breath and looking in each other's eyes.

he's surprised by himself when he bends closer, their lips touching, and he almost jumps back, but her hand is on his cheek as she presses her lips harder against his.

it's a sweet kiss, just their lips moving against the other, nothing like the dirty and bruising kisses Eddie's used to, but this one makes his stomach warms faster.

they break it off only to breathe, their foreheads resting against each other's.

«was it... okay?», Eddie asks and she giggles, nodding, leaving another little kiss on his lips. Eddie doesn't think he could ever get enough.

they went on a few dates after that, it was pretty private.

they kept bantering during lunch, skipping classes to smoke and make out, holding hands under the table and being them, but they still choose to try it out before making it public.

and it worked, really, Eddie thought it sounded dumb when he heard couples talking about themselves like piece of a puzzle that just fit togheter, but the more time he was spending with Effy, the more he started thinking about them like that.

and then, they made it official, starting by Dustin.

he wasn't exactly happy, but not sad about it.

he got used to it quickly, almost feeling weird whenever the couple wasn't togheter.

and it is good, still, a few months later, Eddie spent Christmas at their house and then Effy spent new year's eve at Eddie's.

school had started again, that meant they could see each other every day again.

when Eddie gets to school and doesn't see Effy waiting for him at her locker, he's a bit weirded out.

maybe she's late? but Effy's never late, maybe she came to school early to study or do homeworks, she does it often.

but then he finds Dustin in the halls and Dustin tells him that Effy didn't come to school, she was sick.

and the day after, she's still not at school.

it goes on for a week, Eddie has called home multiple times but either no one replied or Dustin did, saying Effy was asleep.

and Eddie isn't sad or angry, obviously, just... worried?

that's why he's so happy when he sees her in the hall, the week after, and she looks pretty like always, wearing one of her skirt and weird lacey thighs she loves, a purplish sweater on the top.

he's not so happy when she turns around and gets in class, without even waiting for him to say hi.

okay, weird, but maybe she was late? it's fine, they'll catch up in the cafeteria.

only, Effy doesn't show up, even if Eddie waits for her the whole time.

he tries to wait for her outside her class, but she's not there and when he asks one of her classmates, she just shrugs and mumble something about her just running off as soon as the bell rang.

now it's getting weirder.

he tries to ask Dustin, the day after, when he misses her again in the hall, but the kid simply shrugs his shoulder.

«she looked normal, this morning, but she's not talking much. maybe she's sick again.»

and then two days of avoiding becomes a week and a half and Eddie's getting tired.

he tried calling, no luck, tried sneaking through her window, locked shut, he tried catching her everywhere she could possibly be, but it was almost like the girl was a ghost.

and Eddie didn't understand, maybe he had done something wrong, that made him sad, but still, why would she just avoid him like that? he was starting to get pissed.

he didn't really like parties, but Gareth was one of his best friends and he obviously could not miss his party.

he was just going to drink a beer, stay one hour max, and then leave.

he was still pissed about the girl, he had stressed Dustin the whole week, but the kid just kept insisting that she didn't talk, barely ate and almost never came out of her room.

maybe the party would lift his spirit a bit.

there aren't many people at the party, maybe 50? he knows most of them, they're nice.

he gets his beer, rests his back against the wall and just waits, waving at the people he recognize.

his eyes widens tho when he sees the girl he has been looking for weeks now stumbling out of the bathroom.

he doesn't even thinks when he goes straight to her, the girl startling when he's suddenly in front of her, cornering her against the wall.

and, when she looks up at him, Eddie knows, his stomach churns and he already knows.

«where the fuck have you been, Effy? it's been, fuck, it's been three weeks! where the fuck have you been?», and he knows he's yelling, and he also knows no one but her is going to hear because of the music.

she flinches and he does feel a bit bad, but then she's raising her chin and scoffing at him.

«what the fuck do you want?», and Eddie knows, he knows by how she's slurring her words, by her blown pupils, her trembling lip. he knows.

«fuck, you're doing drugs again? really? you fucking promised, Eff..», and he's angry, yes, but he also feels extremely sad and guilty, cause he didn't check earlier, cause he didn't try more, and now she's already too deep in.

«oh, Munson, stop it with the drug thing already!», and now she's yelling too, trying to go past him, but Eddie just can't let her, as puts his hands on her cheek, trying to get her to look him in the eyes.

«don't touch me, don't touch my hair!», she hisses, pushing him away as strongly as she can, her eyes wide, a grimace on her face.

Eddie isn't really himself when he pushes her against the wall, starting to go through her pockets until he finds the baggie he was looking for, the girl squirming and trying to get away from him.

Eddie does indeed find a baggie, holding it up in the air, away from her.

«really, Eff? you're gonna ruin everything we built togheter in this months for what? a few seconds of fake happiness? for something that... fuck, that's gonna kill you in a few weeks, maybe even days?», and he's angry, really angry, but the girl doesn't seem to care, her eyes set on what's in his hands.

«give it to me.», and it's soft, but Eddie shakes his head, pushing her away.

«you can still get help, it's okay, it's gonna go back to before, please... I can help you, Eff, I love you..», he tries again, tears forming in his eyes, but she shakes her head.

«I'm asking nicely, give it to me.», and Eddie knows she's angry, her eyes cold as she looks into his.

he shakes his head again, a tear rolling down his cheek, and her eyes do soften for a few seconds, something like remorse flashing on her face, but it's gone in a few seconds.

he doesn't expect the slap, his lips falling open in shock, as she pulls down his arm and takes the baggie, ducking down to run away, Eddie just standing there.

he doesn't say hi to anyone as he gets out of the house, straight to his car.

he doesn't go to school for a week, gets up from the bed only to eat, sometimes.

it feels bad and he feels guilty, cause he knew something was up, knew by how weird she was acting during holidays and he should have pressed more, should have broken the window, he should have helped her.

then the guilt becomes anger cause, why the fuck would he have to help her? she choose this, she choose to start using again, why is it all on Eddie when she ruined every fucking thing?

then it's just sadness, cause he knows deep down it's not her fault, he knows she's sick and he just misses her, misses how happy she was, misses holding her.

when he goes back to school, he's still sad and he copes by getting extremely high before getting in class.

he sleeps through all of them, doesn't even speak at lunch break, then sleeps through his other classes and then goes home.

and everyone knows, at least in the group, and Dustin has been telling him everyday how sorry he is, how desperately he's trying to get her help.

and Eddie sees her, sometimes in the hall, but he knows it's not really her.

she lost weight, only wears baggy clothes now and Eddie knows she's guilty, cause she keeps her head down everytime he passes by and cause she wears almost everyday the sweater he left at her house months ago.

and then her and Dustin stop coming to school for a week, Mike talking about Dustin saying that Effy fucked up again.

and Eddie knows, he skips his next classes and cried in his van cause he's scared, scared that she fucked up too much and that she didn't make it, sad because he still feels guilty. cause he knows that if, in the last month he kept seeing her in the halls, he tried to get her help, she would have said yes.

he doesn't sleep that night and he's restless until Henderson comes to school again, and he looks tired, really tired.

but he doesn't talk, he keeps his head down, and he looks like the shell of the cheerful guy he once was.

«aww, Henderson, did you freak cousin overdose again? poor family, did she die this time? should we attend the funeral?», Jason is going at it again, his friends laughing with him and somebody tries to tell him to shut up, mind his business, but Jason simply flips them off.

Eddie knows he's talking just because he feels so bad about his life has to shit on other's, that's why he doesn't say anything, keeping his head down as he eats.

«cat got your tongue, dumbass? or, wait, did you become a junkie too? cotton mouth doesn't let you speak?», and he's laughing, again, Eddie feels his blood boiling, «well, it's a shame she's a crackhead, tho, I would have fucked her anyway. maybe leave her a twenty, you know? for her daily dose.»

and Eddie doesn't really remember much from that, just knows he got up and started punching, and when he opened his eyes again, Gareth was dragging him outside the cafeteria.

«fucking hell, I thought you said you would stop getting into fights?», he's hissing, letting Eddie falls on his ass, in the bathroom, his back against the wall.

only then Eddie notices he's losing blood from his nose and maybe his lips, cause they hurt, his cheeks too.

and he doesn't know why, but he starts laughing.

he laughs so hard his face hurts and Gareth is looking at him a bit nervously, a little laugh falling from his lips, but when Eddie's laugh starts becoming sobs, Gareth kneels down.

and he holds him as Eddie sobs, and the they talk, they talk for hours, Eddie tells him everything he hasn't been telling him this past month and Gareth listens, as he cleans his wounds.

«she's alive, you know, she's just... in rehab, Dustin says he doesn't know when she's gonna come out.», he lets out a breath, feeling better about it.

«you really fucked him up, you know? I don't think he's gonna show his face around for a while.», they're both laughing, Eddie wincing at the pain, but that just makes him laugh harder.

Eddie writes to Effy every weeks, then he gives the letters to Dustin, that gives them to Effy.

and he knows she reads them, even if she can't write back, cause sometimes Dustin will bring him something she made in art and craft, just for him.

and he's keeping everything, he wears all the bracelets she made him proudly, almost 20, he keeps the blanket she knitted for him on the bed, the figurines she made with clay (some monsters from DnD, one of both of them, a cat), but what he treasures the most is a photo Dustin gave him of her.

she looks so much better, her eyes bright as she smiles, sitting in the grass, holding a flower in her hand.

he keeps it in his wallet, looks at it everyday.

he graduates, not with the best grades, but good enough to pass, and he's happy, Wayne standing in the crowd for him, clapping louder than everyone else, him and the rest of hellfire cheering and hugging him when he steps down.

and he's happy as he celebrates later, at the hideout, getting absolutely wasted.

he's even happier when he opens his wallet and sees her picture, smiling back at her.

he misses her, obviously, but he can wait, he loves her enough to wait.

he still writes to her, every week, it's been a month since he graduated.

he's taking it sweet, spending his days smoking, practicing with his band and reading books.

today he's not doing much, Wayne is at works and he doesn't have any plan, sprawled on the couch, smoking as he plans the next campaign for DnD.

when he hears a knock on the door, he's surprised, he isn't expecting anyone.

maybe it's Gareth, he sometimes shows up unexpected, so he gets up to open the door, ready to make some joke to his friend.

when he opens the door, tho, he feels his heart drop in his stomach.

Effy is standing there, and she looks prettier than ever, her hair now reaches her ass and she's smiling at him, cheeks full and a bit blushed for the heat.

Eddie doesn't even think about it twice when he practically jumps on her, wrapping her in his arms, lifting her from the ground.

she's giggling and hugging him back, caressing his hair, but her laugh stops when she realizes he's crying, his face hidden in her neck.

«Eds?», she asks, and Eddie sniffles, holding her tight.

«I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm just happy, really... I've missed you so much..», and then she's holding his face, drying his tears with her thumbs.

and then they're kissing, Eddie's lips salty because of the tears.

her legs wrap around his waist and he's stumbling back, closing the door.

by the time they're on the bed, the kiss is already getting heated, little whimpers falling from her lips as her fingers tangle in his hair.

slowly, their breathing getting heavier, until their grip on each other gets bruising, still kissing and gasping against each other.

«fuck, I've missed you so much, I've been waiting for months...», he murmurs against her lips and he knows she's smiling, kissing his nose and then his cheeks, his forehead and then again his lips.

«I'm so sorry I fucked everything up, I'm so sorry I didn't get help before and I'm so sorry I made you go through those awful things, I'm so sorry..», she keeps whispering against his lips and Eddie feels like crying again, knows she's crying as she holds him tight.

«it's okay, I'm sorry I couldn't help you when you needed it most.», but she was shaking her head, kissing his lips a few times.

the kissed and kissed, holding each other and speaking about everything that happened while they were away from each other.

Eddie tells her about his graduation, showed her photos and she cried, happy tears as they held each other.

Effy talks about rehab, the friends she made, the things she learned and Eddie listened as he run his fingers through his hair.

they eat dinner togheter, not leaving each other's side for even a second.

when Wayne comes home, he's surprised to see Effy, but so, so happy, as he holds her, he'd be lying if he said he didn't cry a little.

and if it was good before, now it's heavenly,

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fic #joseph quinn

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