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shinescape · 2 years

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Idol Ateez x Fem Reader

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tw: poly relationship, yandere behaviour

note: hi everyone! i keep saying this blog is all fluff but look at me go *sigh* also it's been a while since i write something again so forgive me for errors and stuff. This can be seen as a continuation for the unexpectedly popular oneshot have fun but it can be read as a stand alone. this is messy and kind of chaotic like my current state of mind. Enjoy the read!

The room filled with silence as they all stared at their respective devices. The red mark with your name on it hasn’t been moving from the same location for hours in the tracker that all of them have installed.

Worried was an understatement. They were about to lose their minds if you weren’t home that instant. The immense pain and exhaustion from travelling started taking a toll on them and seeing how you were nowhere to be found in the dorm made things worse.

“She’s near the main road, should I go get her?” San looked up from his phone and looked around. He noticed how Seonghwa, Yunho and Wooyoung were quietly unpacking their extremely late dinner with deep frowns on their faces. Their usual soft smiles and random remarks were nowhere to be seen.

Mingi stood up all of sudden. “I’ll be in my room.” And walked off without another word. Jongho watched as the male walked off and sighed when the door slammed shut. “He’s not going to come out and eat until she comes back. Are we just going to let that happen?” At that, Yeosang then offered to go get you as well. since the tracker showed that you’ve been at that exact place for a while now, it won't be long.

The thought of something might have happened to you was circulating in their heads. And the fact that they could have forced you to come along but you reasoned with how you prefer to stay back. They agreed because love makes you do stupid things and this was the result of it. None of them like the outcome one bit.

“Can someone say something?!” San burst out. Hongjoong finally stopped boring holes into his phone as he glared at San. “We texted that we’re coming home. She should have known what to do. Wait for us and not go anywhere.”

San looked away from him knowing that Hongjoong is upset with what has happened. It was avoidable but they love you and agreed to let you do things as you please from time to time. But it seemed like you’ve breached their trust.

Everyone gathered around and checked the tracker once more. Their eyes instantly lit up. The mark was moving. You were coming home to them. To your rightful place. All eyes glued to the tracker, their eyes gleamed as they watched your movement from their respective phones.

“I’m calling dibs on her tonight.” Wooyoung eyes sparkled as he watched you nearing the unit. “She’s not food.” Seonghwa’s reply made the younger one look at him with much annoyance. The atmosphere was getting lighter as they anticipated your return. But the way their leader behaved, each one of them dropped their smiles as their eyes darkened once more.

You had a content smile plastered on your face as you walked towards the dormitory. There was a college gathering earlier and you were glad that you went even when it was a last minute decision. You enter the unit and freeze on the spot when you see the amount of shoes at the entrance. They’re home? You quickly took your phone out and gulped at the number of unread messages from your boyfriends. You were definitely screwed.

Taking off your shoes quietly, you went through the possible scenarios in your head. As you were about to head over to the living area, you bumped into something solid. Looking up, your eyes met with Mingi’s piercing ones. This was worse than you had imagined. “You’re late.” His voice felt heavier than usual and you know that you messed up big time because his endearment to you was not used.

You wanted to smile at the sight of him being home but ended up frowning when those sharp words hit you. “I know, I lost track of time. Did all of you just arrive?” You crane your neck to see who else was there but it was challenging with the way he was blocking you.

“We waited for you but you didn’t respond to any of us at all.” Mingi said as he followed you to the space where everyone gathered around. You felt him leaning closer to your ear and held in your breath.

“San almost risked his idol image to go get you. Don’t you feel guilty, princess?”

Your heart thumped at his words and instead of feeling guilty, you were ecstatic by the thought of them wanting to do anything just to see you. “Come here jagiya, you must be tired.” You heard Mingi click his tongue behind you when Yeosang called you over all of a sudden. Happily you went to sit in front of him as he casually wrapped his arms around you.

But you totally forgot the fact that he only does that when he’s upset. Being clingy and needing to hold onto you until he’s all better because the usual Yeosang won’t even touch you in front of others. Not even in front of the members so this was a very unusual thing.

“I’m sorry for coming home late, everyone.” You apologised seeing how none of them had greeted you. Yeosang’s hands were there for you to ease your nervousness as you played with them while waiting for any response from the rest.

Wooyoung did not bother to look at you and started eating, Yunho and San followed suit. It hurts of course but you try not to think too much of it. They travelled far and came home feeling accomplished yet tired. It was only natural to eat and gain back some energy and wanting to see their lover. But said lover was nowhere to be seen when they arrived which had them even more on edge.

“Where were you?” Glancing over to Hongjoong, you carefully answered him. “There was a reunion, I went for a bit…” He continued to stare at you, trying to find any fault in your words or actions. And he did.

“Who gets flowers at a reunion?” Seonghwa, who was busy counting the bubbles in his glass, turned to look at you at once. A number of flowers rested on your lap. Everyone was too busy looking and observing your face that the flowers were only now being noticed.

“Oh this,” a small smile found its way on your face. “Everyone gets a stalk but I happened to get a whole bunch. It’s nothing really.” Yeosang glared at the red petals that managed to fall on the floor as he curled your hair over your ear.

“If it’s nothing then why did our girlfriend get a whole bouquet?”

It was a dead end on your side. If you tell, you won’t be the only one in trouble and if you lie, who knows what awaits you then. Seonghwa reached out for the flowers from where he was and stood up immediately. You watched as he turned the flowers left and right as if to find something.

“I’ll go put this in our room, Hongjoong. You can go get it later, sweetheart.” He gave you a knowing look before leaving as the leader hummed in response and eyed you. Seeing you unable to be snappy and quick to fight back excites him. He likes it when you fight back but this side of you was even more entertaining to him. Jongho passed a plate your way without a word and Yeosang had stopped holding you altogether as he moved to sit next to you instead. It’s dumb and obvious but you had to ask.

“Are you guys still upset with me? I’m sorry okay, I didn’t plan to go but seeing how you were arriving pretty late I thought of going out to meet them for a bit and come home.”

“But look who came home late instead.”

Wooyoung finally spoke with a disappointed look to which you frowned in return. “It’s not like you can’t tell where I am.” You mumbled angrily. Both Wooyoung and Hongjoong looked so offended that San quickly hugged you as a reflex, making sure your head was covered.

“Enough! She's going to cry if you keep this up.” You slowly leaned away from his chest and peered at everyone. All eyes were definitely on you now.

“And you,” San suddenly cupped your face and observed you with knitted brows. “Be home before us or else this won't happen. Understand?”

“But you know where i go!”

“But we don’t know who you’re with. Everyone, she smelled like men's cologne. I didn’t want to say it but I guess I have to now.” Mingi explained as if that information will help ease the situation. You knew he was leaning earlier to have a whiff of scent around you, he always does that to your neck out of habit.

“Doll, I’m not letting you off this time. I know I said to have fun but you had too much fun while we’re gone. Come straight to my room after this.” Hongjoong said as if he memorised those words just to use at this very moment. There were no protests or signs of dissatisfaction from the others except you.

Throwing your head back, you groaned in annoyance. Deep down you didn’t mind it at all. Even if it was Jongho or Mingi who said the same thing, you honestly looked forward to it. Knowing that not only you who are obsessed with them but them to you was like winning a trophy.

Yunho chuckled and patted your head. “Good luck baby, you’ll need it for later.” You could only pout back when suddenly a pair of chopsticks was right in front of your face. You looked weirdly at Wooyoung and he rolled his eyes. “I’m still mad at you babe.” You huffed and took a bite before leaning back to San and curling up to his chest.

They had fun touring around as they track your whereabouts from across the globe. And you had your fair share of excitement while waiting for them to come home. It’s very twisted but you like it. You all do.

#ateez oneshots #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #poly ateez #atz x reader #atz imagines #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #choi san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop oneshots

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starg1rlie · 1 year

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𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ㅤㅤPROLOGUE: The Baby | (MLIST)

⟡ rating. slight romance + angst ( adolescent audience )

⟡ summary. ( the re-written version of "better late than never" is finally here! i know some people have asked about it, since i've deleted it but it's BACK NOW!! ) not all fairy tales end in a happily-ever-after. take (Y/N) and ajax for example; they had the love story of a lifetime and yet it's now all water under the bridge. ten years after the two of them split up, it was suggested that (Y/N) spend a summer vacation over in snezhnaya to give their son and the father some time to bond together and enjoy a relaxing break. however, that's easier said than done.

notes. you have no idea how long this post has been sitting in my drafts, oml. hey, yep, this is leo here, formerly known online as tarluscious (or, leo, as my moots know me), here to talk a bit about the remake of this delightful series. ever since i started publishing more and more chapters of this series back when it was still a "fly by the seat of my pants" project, i wasn't happy with the final results. i mean, hell, who's ever happy with the first attempt? and i've been meaning to re-write this series for so long, but i never found the time to. when i took my hiatus a couple of months ago, i was a little sad that i wouldn't get the chance to write BLTN over again. however, my friend, who now runs this blog (hyokkun) with me, suggested that they might re-write it, and we came to a happy conclusion that the both of us should work on this project together. so here we are, with the prologue. yayy. just wanted to say that what this means is, hyokkun has added their own inputs into this series, while i, leo, am the main author of it. so, all that being said, i hope you thoroughly enjoy this re-written version. please note that some things may be different from the last time you've read this series, and that's because changes has been made to fit the new plot accordingly. reblogs and likes are appreciated ! | wc. 1,542 words ( 8,566 characters )

⟡ feat. childe / tartaglia x female! reader ( she / her pronouns are used )

ㅤㅤA cry split through the peaceful silence of the hospital. A baby, swaddled in warm, cuddly blankets had begun wailing, even though he was cradled within the arms of his mother. He kept bawling, even as the mother hummed a lullaby, even as she rocked him back and forth in her arms, even as she cupped one side of his delicate face and whispered 'It's going to be okay' over and over again.

ㅤㅤA new wave of sickness passed over (Y/N) as she stared down at her stomach, imagining what it would be like bigger, pondering over the process it takes for a baby to develop within her. It both simultaneously intrigued and terrfied her. She couldn't imagine popping out a baby from her unmentionables, let alone having it stuck in her womb for months. Yet as she began to wonder, a new question came into light: would she give up this baby? Could she?

ㅤㅤPeople say that you don't really have a choice when you're young; no one's capable of raising a child when they're barely just a young adult, and yet, she could name a few people she knew right off the bat who were doing just fine with parenting. But the real question was if she was ready for this. Be it ready to give it up or ready to endure the consequences, it didn't matter. She just had to know for sure if she was ready.

ㅤㅤShe still remembered the conversation that had went down only a few weeks ago. She refers to it as a 'discussion', but really, it was a full-out argument....A migraine had formed underneath her temple and had buried its heels in deep, causing a resonating pounding to echo within her head, messing with her already tangled up thoughts. And yet, that day's memories remained untouched. If anything, it was tugged free of the mess and pulled into the light.

ㅤㅤ"What the fuck? What the fuck?"

ㅤㅤ"Saying 'what the fuck' over and over again isn't going to make the situation anymore better than it already is, Ajax," (Y/N) interrupted, breathing out a slightly exasperated sigh. She'd been scared out of mind about telling her boyfriend about the news and this was exactly why: he'd take it badly. He always took life-changing news badly, unless it involved travelling, free food, or money. She'd grown used to his childish behaviour ever since the two started going out, but right now was not the time to act like a child.

ㅤㅤ"Then what will make this better? Huh? Please elaborate on that for me," Ajax replied sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air. He'd been pacing for the past five minutes since (Y/N) had spilled the beans about her pregnancy. Anymore pacing and he'd pace a trench right through their apartment floor. "Because I really don't understand how anything can make this better."

ㅤㅤ"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're going to be a father? Haven't you been going on and on about wanting to have a son one day?" (Y/N) retorted, patience fizzling.

ㅤㅤ"When I'm thirty, not twenty-four!"

ㅤㅤ"What's a few years early? If anything, you'd get your dream quicker," she mumbled under her breath, absentmindedly flipping through the channels on the cable.

ㅤㅤAjax leapt forward and snatched the remote out of her hands, slamming it roughly onto the glossy surface of their coffee table, one that he'd insisted he put together himself, even though the table had come from IKEA, and he knew nothing on how to read instructions in Swedish. That little memory caused a tiny pang to go through her heart, enough to make it ache just a little bit. Please, she prayed, please let us get through this together.

ㅤㅤ"You're not listening! Do you honestly think that I'm ready for this? That you're ready for this? We're still in college for God's sake, do you expect us to be whizzes at parenthood?"

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) barely managed to withhold a snort at his sarcasm, but politely shook her head. She knew deep down inside that she wasn't ready to be a mother, let alone have a child at such a young age. What would her friends think? What would her parents think?

ㅤㅤ"What, then, I 'spose you expect us to waltz right in and get comfortable in our positions as parents, right? We'll be fine, so long as we manage to balance a baby into our already hectic and crazy lives, right? Just plop it right in between work and college and paying bills, hm?"

ㅤㅤ"Right," she repeated.

ㅤㅤAjax paused his pacing for a moment. "Do you understand the concept of sarcasm?" he asked incredulously.

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) went silent, seemingly contemplating whether she'd been too hasty to cast in her answer earlier.

ㅤㅤ"Whatever. It doesn't matter." His jaw tensed and for a moment, he looked as though he might punch something. Not (Y/N), heavens no, but something. Possibly the fridge (poor thing; it never did anything to deserve this sort of abuse). "What matters is that you're pregnant and we're still in college. We're students, we can barely make it past out deadlines, let alone manage a child." He sounded almost tired, and for the first time in a while, she just now noticed the bags under his eyes, and the tired croak to his voice, taking the place of the usual charming lilt he normally had. How many times had she come home from her part-time job at the laundromat to see him passed out on the exact same coffee table they were currently in front of, drooling all over his calculus homework? How many times had she come back from her lectures to find a pristine sink and an empty fridge? Ajax was incredibly vain and conscious about his self-image, that he took great lengths to make himself look presentable each day. But ever since his senior year in college started, his schedue started going downhill and he never had the time to do any of the things he normally did to take care of his body. He hadn't eaten proper food for days, and has been liviing off of coffee (and her fancy vanilla oatmilk creamer) and Doritos for God knows how long.

ㅤㅤ"What are we going to do?" (Y/N) asked finally, voice timid and quiet, as if anything louder might break the fragility of this scene.

ㅤㅤWhen Ajax looked up, she had expected his face to be sad, almost regretful for saying such things about the situation, but instead she found his gaze hard and penetrating, almost menacing. "We can't look after a baby right now, (Y/N), you know that."

ㅤㅤAnd the truth was, she did know it. She just chose not to believe it. But the way he worded it, the way he said it, seemed to hint at something. Something that made waves of nausea roll through the pits of her stomach.

ㅤㅤ"You're not suggesting...."

ㅤㅤ"An abortion," Ajax finished quietly, gaze trained on a coffee stain on the carpet.

ㅤㅤ"Ajax, no. No. We can't give the baby up before we've even tried. That's just cruel. This is your child, possibly the son you said you wanted, and you're just going to throw him away? Let him die before he gets a chance to play on a soccer team, like you did? Before he even gets a chance to see the two people who made him?" Your voice broke at those last few words and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face in thick, wet trails. "You might be giving up on him, but I'm never letting go."

ㅤㅤAjax inhaled sharply, air hissing through clenched teeth as he breathed out. "We aren't ready for this, (Y/N)."

ㅤㅤ She knew he was right. She knew it in her heart and in her brain. But some part of her wanted to keep this unborn baby that was developing within her stomach right now. Some part of her wanted to know the happiness of being a parent, a mother.

ㅤㅤShe didn't want to follow through with this. She didn't want to let the baby die. And yet...

ㅤㅤ"Miss (L/N)? You can come in now. Dr. Li's ready for you," a voice called, interrupting (Y/N)'s train of thought. She looked up, one hand resting on her tummy, the other clenched around a cell phone. The screen was still on, a barrage of messages (most likely from her family and friends) lighting up the screen with soft 'pings'.

ㅤㅤShe breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly, a breathing trick she'd learned from online to calm her nerves down.

ㅤㅤFinally, she spoke.

ㅤㅤ"Ah, sorry. I'm afraid I've changed my mind. If it's alright with you, I'll be canceling my appointment."

ㅤㅤThe nurse hesitated for a moment before nodding along. She obviously was not paid enough to barge into patients' lives, so she (wisely) kept her nose in her own business. "Of course, miss. I'll let him know you'll be leaving. Have a lovely rest of your day."

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) nodded along before waddling out of the waiting room, feeling giddy and deliriously light from the weight that had just been lifted from her shoulders. Ajax would be upset over this, yes, but it would be worth it. She could feel it in her bones.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 6 months

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Hey! First off, LOVE your work! I really enjoyed reading through your blog, you come up with a lot of great ideas! You're very creative, I especially liked reading you Dark AU concepts, and my thoughts ran a bit about kids still being injured when they return angst time >:)

I like the idea of reader being the youngest of them, not by a lot but enough for them to feel the most vulnerable to the group. Or Imagine if reader was hurt the worst out of the four, I live for angst, so my brain train spiraled and fell down a glasgow smile esc track, if you don't know what that is DONT LOOK IT UP its the scar Heath Ledger's Joker had, either way something that would hurt them bad, but not be fatal .

But no matter what the kids would be extra protective of reader given their predicament, but with the four of them being far to hurt to fight, their main concerns might be getting reader far far away, or something of the like.

So sorry for babbling, you're great keep up the amazing work! ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

Also you can call me Lamb Anon if you like.

Aaaaaaaaaawwwwww, thank you thank you🥰😊!!! Welcome, Lamb Anon! Or 🐑 Anon, if you prefer! I am so glad you are enjoying the works I've put out! I'm always glad when y'all do! And I know about the Glasgow smile, and yes, it is very,very messed up...

I'm glad to hear your input for the 🖤Dark AU! I've thought about if I should write Reader as the youngest (not by more than a few months, but still-), and while I'm not sure if I'll go with it, I like the points you've brought up! I've also toyed with the idea of Reader being the oldest (again, only by a few months), and that would make them a little more tired and sarcastic, with the other three seeing them as an older sibling to protect and show off to. Be Reader youngest or oldest, if they were to be the most wounded, it would be felt a bit harder. Because the one person they all like and is with them, who has done their best to be there for them in every way, even at what they thought were their final moments, isn't doing well, and is hanging by threads. They all are, but Reader isn't going to be well for much longer and neither are they, unless they all get somehwere safe, or at least somewhere dry, hopefully clean.

This is not even to mention the adult and (now older) teen platonic yans, who are going to be even more intense now that their kids/siblings/friends are back and alive, but have each and every wound except for the ones that killed them (or maybe they have their death one/s, but it's barely healed, just enough that it's not bleeding or gaping)...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #yandere platonic xmen #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #yandere platonic xmen evolution #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #🖤dark au

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babyitsbeautiful · 2 months

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I gotta stop doing these life updates and just get on with it, but nevertheless...

Where do I even start?

I know I promised I would get back to 'crash through the surface' and I swear I will, I feel my creative muse has resurfaced but through a different fandom this time...

Twisters/Glen Powell/Tyler & Kate

I've seen this movie 3 times in the theater and once at a Drive-In but that was kind of a hot mess. Also, Glen Powell-- why, wtf, this man should be illegal in this movie. I live in TN but never got the whole cowboy thing until I saw him in this movie. (Men like that don't really exist here, btw)

I honestly have not loved another fictional couple this much since Gendrya. It's been a minute since I had an unhealthy obsession with something and I am living for it. It has got my love for reading fanfics back to the forefront of my mind again and I feel like I can finally pick back up where I left CTTS off just to get it and Gendrya finished for good. (Gendrya is still the main inspiration behind Beautiful Dangerous and the screenplay I am going to write, so they'll always be in my <3)

Anyway, a lot has been going on this year. A year ago around this time I found out about Lucy's cancer and I can't believe she's been gone for this long. Still miss her everyday. My brother is getting married in October and I'm serving as a bridesmaid, so that should make for a fun story.

But for the moment, I have A LOT going on in August including three out of state trips:

Poll Worker for tomorrow's Election

Nimesh Patel's show at Zanies

5 Days in Florida for my 32nd Birthday

Dermot Kennedy show at Blue Bird Cafe (tickets on sale Friday, wish me luck)

Train & REO Speedwagon Concert

Team Member for Creation Con Indianapolis, Indiana

Then an end of the month Bachelorette trip in Washington D.C.

In the in between days of all of these events, I plan to work on the next chapter of Crash Through The Surface and get that out sometime soon after finishing as well as work on some brewing fanfic ideas for Tyler & Kate in the growing Twisters fandom.

Seriously, go see this movie if you haven't yet.

I already have so many fics to start reading on Ao3 for Tyler and Kate, who needs a ship name BTW. Tate? Kyler? Wrangler Tamer?

Anyways, that's a little bit of where I am right now.

I'm trying to spend less time working on fan art and fics at work due to a new IT system that seems to know everything I download (pics for mood boards being the main) and it's honestly making me very self-conscious so after work is where I'll be letting my creative bitch reign supreme.

I have ideas for Twisters and an outline already for CTTS but any fresh ideas and suggestions are always welcome.

Twisters fandom, if you want a feel of what I love creating the most, search the #gendrya tag on my blog.

Love you all.

#Gendrya #ctts #crash through the surface #life update #Twisters #Tyler x Kate #new fandom #Ao3 #Game of Thrones #Twisters 2024 #Glen Powell #TN #Nashville

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djarintreble · 2 years

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the last in line || e. munson (part eight)

series master list

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

a/n: hi friends! its been so long!! if you've seen my blog, I've been so busy with school. I'm in my last year of college and its been hectic... I plan for this series to be a good 15-20 part series so thank you for being patient with me as I balance writing with school!! thank you for all the love. Even if I haven't been active, I see all the comments and love and reblogs. thank you, I love you so much !! summary: instead of going to the game's after party, you decide to ask Eddie to take you home. he decides to show you his favorite diner on the way and you both end the night closer than expected.

tags: some mature language, discussion of drugs, so much fluff, greasy burgers and milkshake(s), dnd explained by someone who's never played, Eddie the dramatic, the end of this part is what we all have been waiting for, I forgot I was writing a slow burn oops, this is a long one so get a snack and buckle up,

word count: 6.6k, yeah I didn't know where to stop. here's my gift in return of you all having to wait so long for me to actually write. ilyyyy

The halls of Hawkins High felt eerie at night. You walked alone through the main hallway as the building seemed to shift tones. The stories of Hawkins being haunted danced in your mind as you peered down the next hallway. Nothing but a myth yet here you were curious to the secrets the walls held.

You didn’t know where you were going but you followed the sounds of laughter and occasional yelling down toward the end of hall. As you ventured closer, your nerves seemed to take over. You wondered if you were making a mistake by observing the famous hellfire club; If you messed up everything by leaving the jocks and creating social suicide earlier today. Something told you, however, no matter what happened today, you’d find yourself detaching from that group of basketball players. At least with this option, you weren’t alone. Besides, the leader of the so-called cult caught your eye and you couldn’t help but allow yourself to be drawn to him.

The theater room came into view and you instinctively straightened out your skirt and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before walking into whatever was waiting for you.

Right before you stepped in, the entire table jumped up in disbelief, screaming over something that was thrown onto the table. You stayed behind the door in case you were interrupting something.

“IT WAS SO CLOSE!”

“COME ON”

“WHY DID YOU THINK THAT WOULD WORK”

The screaming unraveled into a mix of grumbles and muttered words underneath Eddie’s narration.

“Well gentlemen, we all learned a valuable lesson this fine evening; don’t let Gareth make the final roll.”

“Fuck off” Gareth muttered as he gathered his dice and figure off the table.

“Looks like you will have to wait until next week to see just how bad Gareth’s decision was to the mission. Now get outta here I got shit to do before I can leave.” He said the last part somewhat joking but still prompting them to pack up.

It seemed that the night was over for them as well. You missed it. A part of you was upset as you were really looking forward to watching. It made sense though, some of the boys had rides that were at the basketball game so they’d have to finish.

You finally opened the door to reveal the party. At the sound of the old creaking door, the boys turned around.

“Hey we’re cleaning up don’t loc- Oh! Y/N! Hey! Uh- welcome to the hellfire club. Hate to say we’re just finishing up now.” The freshman, Dustin, spoke up.

There were six boys lined up on the sides of the table with Eddie at the end, sitting on a made up throne. When you finally locked eyes with him, the look he was giving you was hard to read. It was almost a smirk with a hint of intrigue. He was leaning back in the chair with one foot propped up and his arms held onto the armrest of the chair as he stared at you. You haven’t seen him this confident or relaxed before.

“I’m sorry I missed, I thought I’d at least be able to see the end. The game went on longer than I thought.” you said as you gained the confidence to walk further into the room.

“It’s alright, princess.” A few days ago, you’d roll your eyes at his mocking nickname but it was growing on you. “How was the game?” He spoke over the collection of noises made by the boys packing up as if they weren’t there. It was just you and him.

“Besides getting pushed down at the end of the halftime dance, it went well. We won.” you shrugged.

“You got pushed?” Dustin asked with a tone of concern. Gareth held back a laugh and the other boys let out mumbles of concerns and annoyance toward the jocks.

“I’ll get used to it. I did it to myself when I decided to join your table at lunch.”

“Still don’t understand why you did that.” Eddie said quietly. You wrapped around the table over next to where Eddie was sitting. He leaned back more into the chair and you couldn’t help but admit to yourself that he looked quite nice with this view. You shook the thought from your mind and put your hands on your hips.

“They were talking shit. That’s not my thing. I’d rather hang out with people that don’t make a joke out of me.” You trailed off at the end but Eddie caught on to what you were saying. He sat back up from the throne and looked at you with a face of concern.

The boys began to trail out, reading the room. They whispered among themselves bets between the two of you and what Eddie meant earlier by things to do; thinking, knowing it involved you. He wouldn’t admit it, you couldn’t see it, but they saw just how smitten he was over you.

“Did they say something about you? Is that really why you left?” He asked quietly. You shrugged.

“Something about you only wanting me around for your virgin sacrifices.” You rolled your eyes. You knew it wasn’t the case, in fact, in reality, it was them that only wanted you around because you were new. But as you’ve told yourself, and they would soon know, new doesn’t equal naive.

“They got some goddamn nerves.” He muttered as he got up. He started folding up his screen along with the books and binders that created a barricade on the table. It was the first time you got a good look at the table. A fictional map was laid out across the table along with collections of dice and figurines. Drawings that presumably were drawn by Eddie himself scattered around. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“So this is Dungeon and Dragons…” You began, changing the subject. You dragged your finger across the map and lingered over a particular drawing. It was of a creature, you couldn’t name, but it wore a rugged robe and was missing an arm. It had shriveled skin that almost made it look skeleton-like. Some sort of red magic or flames surrounded him in the drawing. “Did you draw this?”

You looked back up toward Eddie who stopped packing up to observe your reactions to the table. He was looking for any sign of judgment or you being weirded out at one of his passions. Instead, you gave him a look of awe and curiosity. He put his weight onto one side and crossed his arms across his chest. His confidence returned once he settled for your reaction.

“Maybe,” he shrugged.

“I didn’t know you could draw. This is amazing. I don’t even know what it is but I’m just impressed it was made by you.” You smiled at the metalhead as you picked it up and gave it to him to pack.

He wasn’t used to someone acknowledging his drawings. Let alone complimenting them. Sure his uncle always said he was an artist, his fridge covered in doodles created by a younger Eddie, but hearing it from someone else was different. Even the club treated his art as accessories to the campaign and was too involved in the story to process the hours it took for Eddie to draw and shape such props. He never took it to heart, he liked that it was a more private hobby. He was trying to justify why he felt this warm feeling inside. It was because of his art, not the person complimenting it. But that was a lie. One he was all too well learning to master.

He didn’t even know how to admit such a thing; The fact that he loved hearing how you spoke lighter and faster when you praised his art work or recognized a song or artist he loved. The fact that he was definitely falling for you and he doesn’t know how else to express it than to just ignore it. He wasn’t prepared for this, no more than a test in Mrs. O'Donnell's next week. At least that one came with a study guide.

“I dabble.” He remarked before taking the drawing from your hand. “This is Vecna. He’s the main villain of this campaign. He was killed by the hands of Kas early on in the story. See, what they don’t know is that he will return next week and they have to try and defeat him once again.” He had to stop himself from explaining in heavy details of why and how. He would refrain until he’s had time to sit and teach you the basics of the game.

“And you write these stories?” You asked, impressed with how much time and dedication this took from Eddie.

“Yeah, well they have overall lore and storylines you can follow but really the story unfolds as we go. That’s what most of the fun comes from.” He smiled.

“And if I played, I could be a princess?”

“We can make that happen.” Eddie smiled. It made his heart swell knowing you were intrigued by it.

“So hey… there’s this after party happening at Andy’s.” You began as you helped pick up some of the figures on the table. Looking up, you saw Eddie give you a trivial face. “I realized I’m not one for parties and my supposed ride is going. So if you’re not doing anything, I was wondering if you could give me a ride home? I'm starving. We could grab some food as well.”

The boy’s face softened. You were choosing him over them yet again. He laughed quietly and shook his head. You caught on and giggled softly.

“What?”

“I just- you’re something else, L/N. You really are.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, giving him the last of the figurines as he placed it in his bag. Eddie stared at the bag with a smile before looking back up at you.

“You could be anywhere tonight. Hawkins just made it to the championship and they’re all out celebrating but you’d rather hang out with me. I just don’t get it.”

You frowned at the idea Eddie didn’t think he was worth your time. He was in fact someone you considered a friend. If there was one thing for certain in your short time here in Hawkins, you had two real friends. Chrissy and Eddie. An odd bunch for sure but everyone else were merely acquaintances when they weren’t pushing you during half-time shows or mocking you at lunch. Why would you want to spend your time getting drunk with a bunch of fake jocks when you could hang out with someone who actually got you. Someone who sparked your love to explore music. Someone who saw you as more than a new face. Of course he was worth your time.

“So is that a no?” you teased. His eyes shot wide and he was quick to recover.

“N-no! I mean yes, no- ugh” he cleared his throat. Never did he ever feel this awkward at this table. This table made him feel like a king. You were his kryptonite. “No, I would love your company. I didn’t have anything going on myself. I am starving. Do burgers sound nice? I can introduce you to the best diner in town.” He looked back down picking up the last of his items in order to avoid eye contact and the possible rejection.

“That actually sounds perfect.” You smiled. He couldn’t hide the smile that came along with your acceptance.

It was a fair drive to the diner that consisted of a few songs from Black Sabbath’s master of reality album. One he told you was a short but classic set of songs to add to your music library. You caught yourself nodding to ‘Into the Void’, which proved his point.

The diner resided on the outer part of town. You noticed Eddie tended to be attracted to these smaller hole-in-the-wall places and it made sense. You could see the appeal. It was those kinds of places where popular locals avoided and the same ones found their way back again. People like Eddie who liked to know everyone by name and they knew him by his. Where they knew his order and it was already being made the second they heard the bell ring at his arrival. It was a comfort, it was familiar. This was what this diner resembled.

The letter “n” was not lit, making the sign spell out “CRYSTAL’S DIER.” Two cars occupied the lot in addition to Eddie’s van. It made sense as it was right after 8.

After the reoccurring excuse of the broken door handle, Eddie opened the passenger side for you and followed as you entered the place. The smell of grease and salt filled your senses. Soft music played from the old jukebox in the corner. The floor had the black and white checkered tiles that clashed with the purple and blue run down wallpaper but it still somehow made sense for a place like this. Whoever Crystal was clearly didn’t have the skills for interior design, seeing they made their way into the food business. Only time would tell if that was a good choice.

“Well if isn’t it Mr. Munson?” a shorter lady stepped out of the kitchen in a light yellow dress. Her white hair tucked into a hair net and paper hat. Makeup painted her face but didn’t hide the years of smiles that made her wiser. She placed the coffee pot that was in her hand down on the counter before wrapping around and making her way toward Eddie. “I was about to go find your old uncle to check up on you. How are you doing, son?”

“I’m doing good, Ms. Crys.” his voice at an unfamiliar pitch. She pulled him into a hug to which he gladly accepted. The height difference made Eddie bend his knees and lean over which put him at an awkward angle. She kept him in this hug for a few seconds before realizing your existence.

“And you finally brought a friend. I was getting tired of serving for a party of one.” She playfully elbowed him. He dramatically rubbed his arm with a frown.

“I have brought people here before, Crys. Stop making me sound like a loser.”

“Hello, doll. I’m Crystal but everyone calls me Crys. You must be new in town, I never forget a face.”

"I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. I just moved in last week.”

“Well it’s a pleasure, sweetie.” Crys led you to a table in the corner that had a wrap-around booth. Eddie and you made your way into the booth and scooted in so that you both sat with only the corner of the table separating you two. It gave you both an angle to see out into the diner and look back up at Crys, who waited for you two to get situated. “I’m taking it that Eds here is treating you right? If not, I’ll take care of it.”

A nervous laugh came from your left as you caught a glimpse of Eddie fidgeting with the napkins Crys just dropped onto your table. It was unusual seeing Eddie this flustered. It contrasted with the cocky persona he inhabited when you first met. It made you wonder if things would have been different if this was the side of him you saw from the beginning. When thinking about it, you in fact did that very first time. The moment when you pointed out the Dio shirt that he hand sewed into his denim jacket. For a split second, you caught him off guard. That was when you first saw this side of Eddie. It was when he was trying to avoid you that the other persona took place. It was his attempt to push you away. Clearly it didn’t work.

“Yes, ma’am.” You laughed as you gently nudged Eddie and gave him a smile before looking back at Crys. “He’s been showing me all the good places in Hawkins, including your diner.” The smile she gave you in return was different than before. This one revealed more wrinkles around her eyes. That comment must have meant a lot to her.

“Well in that case… dinner is on the house tonight. Order whatever you would like, sweetie.” She tapped the table with her notepad before walking away.

With that you grabbed a menu, suddenly aware of how hungry you were. You looked back up toward Eddie who just stared at you.

“What?” you whispered, smiling in curiosity toward the metalhead. His grin widened and he simply shook his head. He picked out a menu himself and shrugged before hiding his face in it.

“Nothing.” he said, nonchalantly.

“Eddie”

“hm?”

“What?” Reiterating as you laughed and kicked at his feet from under the table. At that, he placed the menu back on the table to look at you. You saw the hesitation in his eyes before he rolled them.

“The cheeseburger is a must. Ask for the diner special and she puts this sauce on it that just-“ he sighs in satisfaction. Words unable to describe the effect of this special sauce.

“What is it?” you asked, laughing at his actions.

“I don’t know, Ms. Crys says it’s a secret. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was simply cocaine, it’s addictive.” He picked back up the menu and lightly tapped it against the table as he looked back around the diner.

The joke reminded you of the favor Chrissy asked you earlier that week. You have yet to tell Eddie that she was hoping to deal with him. The main reason being was that you hoped she changed her mind, It just didn’t seem to be a good combination with what she described she was dealing with. Secondly, you forgot about it every time you’ve interacted with Eddie this week. Your mind was… usually occupied whenever you’ve talked to the boy in front of you. Part of you even forgot about his side job; it only being mentioned by the Hawkins basketball team.

“Now it’s my turn to ask what’s going on in that head of yours.” He got your attention.

“And I’m guessing I’m not allowed to change the topic like you just did?” You teased.

“Nope. Spill it, L/N.” He leaned back into the cushioned benched, raising his arms up to rest his head in his hands. His relaxed and confident side reappeared.

“That just got me thinking of something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Your laugh became more nervous, not knowing how bringing this up would go.

“What? Cocaine fries?” He almost snorted at his own joke. You rolled your eyes, barely trying to hide your grin.

“Well the first part. You know- your business.” You didn’t mean for it to come out as awkward as it did but here you were. The last part was said quieter than you meant to.

“Where I sell drugs, yes. That business.” He nodded.

“Yes. That business. I was wondering about a deal- n-not for me. no. uh I’m not into all that. It’s uh- for a friend.” You didn’t know why you couldn’t get it out any less awkwardly. It wasn’t everyday you pitched a drug deal for a friend.

“Y/N, if you wanted to smoke, all you had to do was ask. Free of charge with me.” Eddie laughed, clearly amused. He shifted his weight to where he leaned more forward, placing his arms on the table and tilting his head toward you. “But if it’s for a friend… How can I be of service?”

“It’s for Chrissy.”

“Chrissy?”

“Yes, Chrissy. She uh-“ Before you could finish, you were interrupted by the now familiar sound of a notepad hitting the table and the lingering presence of an expensive perfume.

“So did I give y’all enough time to figure out what you want? Dave is getting bored back there in the back and threatened to leave if I didn’t give him another order to work on.” She rolled her eyes with a hint of amusement.

“Wouldn’t want to leave Dave getting paid for nothing do we?” Eddie spoke up, giving his menu one more tap against the table before sliding it toward Crys. “I’ll have my usual. Thanks, Mrs. C.”

“You got it. Chocolate milkshake and double burger-” She trailed off as she wrote down his order. “And you, sweetheart?” She asked.

“I’ll take a chocolate milkshake and the cheeseburger-“ You looked over at Eddie with a smile. “And can I get the diner special?”

“Why yes, glad to know Eds here is endorsing it still.”

“He said the sauce is a secret.” You smiled, intrigued for her response.

“Nah, I’ll tell you. As long as he’s not around.”

“What?” Eddie gasped, offended by her answer. “I’ve known you my whole life. You’ve known her for 15 minutes and she gets the secret diner special recipe?” He imitated getting stabbed in the chest and dramatically fell over in the booth. “I have been betrayed.” He croaked out from under the table.

Mrs. Crys rolled her eyes, clearly used to his dramatic flair he tended to have sometimes. “Oh get up, Eddie. I’ll let her know so she can make it for you long after I’m gone and you can bother her about the recipe. I’m simply passing the ropes here.” She joked. You laughed along but also questioned her exact meaning behind that.

“This kind of betrayal strikes right to the core.”

“Save it for you games, I’m gonna go get started on that food for ya.” Crys laughed as she walked away, yelling at Dave in the back to start on the patties.

“I will never forgive you for that.” Eddie shuffled back up in his seat. He cleared his throat and looked back at you seriously. “So Chrissy Cunningham.” He started.

“Oh yeah, she uh… she’s been getting these really bad headaches apparently. She said she’s also been having these intense dreams and not able to sleep? The medicine she’s been using hasn’t been doing the trick so she was wondering what you’d have that would help her calm her nerves and maybe help with that.”

“Mhmm…” Eddie sounded concerned.

“I told her I didn’t like that idea. She wanted me to ask so that Jason wasn’t made aware and I don’t know if drugs is the answer. I want her to go to a doctor but she also said that’s a no. Something about her mom…But she’s my friend and I wanted to see what you thought.”

Eddie also could see the problem with this. He understood distracting from the pain. He usually would never turn down a client. But there was something about the situation that didn’t sit right with him. He also didn’t like the idea of this particular client’s boyfriend finding out.

“I’ll meet with her and give her a small dosage of the good stuff.”

“The good stuff?”

“The good stuff.” He smirked. “It’s harmless and she’ll probably not even like it. But just to make her feel better. If she comes back for more, then we’ll figure something out for her.”

“Are you sure?”

“Business is business.”

“Promise me you won’t give her anything crazy, Eddie.” Part of him wanted to be offended by that comment but he had to remember that you were already stressed to bring this up and you were simply being concerned for a friend. He knew you knew he wouldn’t. You just needed reassurance you weren’t doing the wrong thing by bringing this up.

“I might like the money from it, but I still have boundaries when it comes to my clients. I know a cry for help when I see one, trust me. I wouldn’t give her anything she couldn’t handle.”

“Okay good.” Relief poured over you. It didn’t help that you were not familiar with the whole drug dealing business. The number of church camps and awareness you’ve seen throughout your life always scared you away from it. You almost felt embarrassed with how you were acting toward the whole situation.

“Just figure out a good time she’d want to meet and I’ll make sure it’s in a secret place so Jason won’t find out.” He said, his tone more serious than before. He didn’t like the idea at all. Chrissy turning to this was way more than just headaches and weird dreams. He would know. There’s a reason he turned to them himself.

“I’ll let her know. Thank you, I’m sorry I am so awkward when it comes to that.”

“Drugs?” He said in a mocking tone. “Crack? Marijua-“

“Stop making fun of me.” You laughed. “I get it, I'm naive or whatever they say.”

Eddie just gave you a lazy smile, thinking about the fact that he’d never imagine discussing a drug deal with a particular pastor's daughter. Sure he dealt with church kids all the time. They were usually his best clients, as reputable as Jason. Something about sitting here with you as you tried to keep hush about it made him almost fall over in this stupid feeling he’s been getting familiar with. He was a bad influence for the pastor's daughter… but he couldn’t help that it looked so damn good on you.

If anything, you were a bad influence on him. He’d quit dealing on the spot if you asked him to. He’d walk into Sunday service and even thank God for you. He’d do that and more if it meant getting to keep you close. This feeling, this type of chemistry was one he was not used to. Better yet, one he didn’t believe he deserved. It being handed to him so freely was a shock of its own. You haven’t walked away yet. Maybe you wouldn’t have to.

“No, you’re different.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all. You’re just the kind person I- Hawkins needs.” He said.

“Oh good.” You said softly.

Silence fell over the both of you. The jukebox was playing a song with occasional cuts in the track that seemed to harmonize along with the sounds of the kitchen and muffled dialogue that you assumed was between Dave and Crys. There was only one other person in the diner and it was an older man who sat up against the bar sipping on the same cup of coffee since you both entered. It was a good kind of quiet. The kind that you wish you had access to more often. The kind that made it easier to think.

All you could think about right now was the boy in front of you and how much you wish you could ask him what he meant by you being the kind of person HE needed before he changed it to all of Hawkins. You wished but you knew it would encourage a conversation you weren’t ready to have. You had to remind yourself you’ve only known him for about 2 weeks. Not 2 years. And you also had to be okay with the thought that maybe… maybe he didn’t feel the same.

The silence was broken by Crys who sat her tray on the table. Greasy burgers and fries were still steaming from the kitchen. It distracted you from the fact that she only put down one chocolate shake.

“Yeah sorry about that, kids. There was only enough stuff to make one shake. But I brought two straws. I figured you wouldn’t mind.” She winked over at Eddie who returned the gesture with a blank face.

“Oh that’s alright. I can take a water and let Eddie have it.” You said, trying to ease the tension you felt from Eddie’s side of the booth.

“Nonsense, Y/N. I’ll just get a Dr. Pepper.” Eddie added.

“How about this… Share the shake and I’ll get you your other drinks. You are making this too complicated.” Crys rolled her eyes, annoyed that her little trick was spoiled.

As she left, you both looked at each other with wide eyes. A silent gesture seeing who would take the shake first.

“Well if you won’t, I will.” Eddie shrugged and grabbed the shake, putting his straw in it and taking a big sip. “Ahhh” he sighed and sat it back on the table.

“Well now I feel like I’m missing out, hand it over.” You replied, taking it and using your own straw to try it.

It really was a good chocolate milkshake.

“I see what you mean.” You took another sip. “This is one hell of a shake.”

Eddie laughed and began to eat his meal. You picked up your own burger and tried it. The sauce was the perfect touch along with the melted cheese and greasy patty. A diner masterpiece.

The meal was enjoyed in silence. Besides the back and forth sips on the milkshake and a loud slurping noise coming from Eddie, you both went back to being in your heads.

It took everything for Eddie not to think of this as a date. Especially when Crys pulled the milkshake trick. He’s seen her do it before. He would be lying if he said he didn’t think of it being a date before they even walked into the diner. He was careful with what he said and made sure to pay attention to see if any part of you was uncomfortable with the situation. All he could read on your face was contentment. Maybe it wouldn’t have to be said. Maybe you thought this was a date too. He would settle with a silent agreement.

“Well, it’s getting kinda late. I better take you back to your place before your dad burns me at the stake.” He laughed, digging into his pocket for his wallet.

“Wow I didn’t even think about the time. Yeah we should get going.” You also went to dig through your purse for some cash before Eddie jumped up and walked to the counter and gave Crys some money.

“I thought dinner was on the house. Now I feel bad. Here take thi-“ You went to give him some cash before he pushed your hand back and shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it. That was her tip anyways. Equals to the meals. Shall we?” He motioned to the door. You scooted out of the booth and walked toward the door.

“That was really nice of you.”

“The least I can do for all she’s done for me and my old man.” He smiled back toward you. “Bye Mrs. Crys, don’t work too hard.”

“Bye Eddie, tell your uncle to come see me sometime. I’ve missed his pretty face.” She stopped to greet a new customer who sat at the booth before acknowledging you. “Bye hon, it was nice to meet you. Welcome to Hawkins.”

“Thank you. It was nice meeting you!” You replied. You both began to leave and before the door shut, you heard Crys yell out “one chocolate milkshake coming up!”

Eddie opened the so-called broken door for you to hop into his van so you could head back toward your place. You had a gut feeling you might be in trouble for how late it was but also there was a part of you that didn’t care. This night was worth it.

The sound of the ignition starting pulled you out of your thoughts and you gave Eddie a big smile as he pushed the cassette back into the player. It began where it left off, a new song beginning. A gentle guitar solo crescendoed in which contrasted with the song that previously played.

The van pulled out of the parking lot and began down the dark road that was surrounded with trees. You remained quiet as Eddie began to sing along with the song.

“My name, it means nothing, my fortune is less. My future is shrouded in dark wilderness. Sunshine is far away. Clouds linger on. Everything I possessed, now they are gone. They are gone.” He sang under his breath, tapping the steering wheel like a drum.

This was probably your favorite version of Eddie. It made you happy when he would get lost in his music. It was a part of him, he didn’t even have to think about the lyrics or the pattern of the drums. He just knew it. All those hours he spent alone with headphones over his ears and his head stuck up next to a cassette player were shown on his face when a familiar song began. His whole body would relax. You couldn’t help but smile watching him as he drove down the empty road, singing mindlessly. You felt honored to know he felt comfortable revealing that side of himself to you.

“Like the view?” He finally spoke up, acknowledging your stare. The smile he gave you as he peered over was cocky.

“Yeah, actually.” You responded.

“Oh.” Is all he responded with a hint of surprise in his voice. He was thrown off by your honest answer.

“I like seeing this side of you.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, his voice softer than before. Eddie usually didn’t care what others thought of him, or so he told himself. Your opinion, however, was slowly becoming one of the most important ones.

“I’ve only seen you like this with your club and Mrs. Crys or Randy from the music store. Then around other people you try to act all- well the way you were around me when we first met.” He laughed.

“And that was?” He entertained.

“You were all ‘Hi I’m Edward Munson. Yeah I’m a freak so what- Social conformity, Devil this- that,I don’t care, Hey princess, don’t talk to me. I’m a pain in the ass.’” You said in a deeper voice, attempting to sound like the metalhead.

“Wow I really am a pain in the ass.” Eddie shook his head. “And I sound stupid.” He laughed along with your antics.

“Shut up, that’s what you were trying to be but that’s not the real you.”

“I was a pain in the ass though.” He restated. The van pulled into your driveway and he turned off the headlights as you both continued talking. You took off your seatbelt and shifted over to face Eddie more, him mirroring you.

“You were.”

“And now?” He leaned his head against the back of the chair as he looked at you with sincerity. The movement allowed the one light outside to shine right on his face, making his brown eyes shimmer slightly and his curls highlight the frame of his silhouette.

“Not anymore.” You smiled at him. “You are one of the only good things I look forward to since moving here.”

That statement alone was enough to make Eddie’s chest burst. He wasn’t used to being a person someone actually looked forward to seeing. Sure he had his little sheep who followed him around. They were growing on him; little Dustin began to feel like a little brother lately.

Sure his band depended on him. But man, it was different hearing you say that he was considered a good thing to look forward to.

“Oh- T-Thank you.” He started fidgeting with his rings.

“Seriously, Eddie. You have a big heart. You’ve managed to find all these people in Hawkins that feel misunderstood and make them feel seen. Those kids in your club look up to you. Crys, Randy, they care for you. That’s the real you.”

“Making me sound like some kind of hero.” He laughed, still looking down at his rings.

Without thinking you reached over and grabbed his hands to make him look up at you. The heat of his hands contrasted with your cold fingers. His wide eyes followed yours.

“You better believe me here, Munson. You’re a good guy. Take the compliment.” You leaned back over to your seat, letting go of his hand. The lack of heat suddenly becoming unbearable.

“Thank you, Y/N. It’s good to hear it sometimes.” He said, honesty laced in his voice.

“And what about me?” You smirked. Eddie smiled and looked away before looking back at you. “Am I who you thought I was? What’s your verdict?” The attempt to lighten the situation succeeded. His dramatic sigh reassured you.

“You are not who I thought you’d be. I saw they knew you and I wasn’t going to even give it a chance. But you’re not like them. I tried to stay away from you but you kept coming back.” He rolled his eyes, jokingly. “I was an idiot for trying to push you away in the beginning.”

“I thought you hated me.” You laughed.

"I didn't hate you.”

"No?"

"I was intimidated by you...never would I have thought a nice, pretty girl like you would want to be around me.”

oh.

Eddie waited for an answer. Surely he read the van properly. You both were being honest and well- he had to be honest with himself.

“I-“ a light flickered out of the corner of your eye. You glanced over to see a silhouette moving from your kitchen and the light flickered again revealing your father looking out. He was signaling you to come in. That gut feeling of this not ending well for you came back. “I gotta go.”

“Right… Here let me get the door.” Eddie jumped out, walking around the front of the car hoping his face didn’t reveal how he really felt. Discouraged by your response and the wonderful timing of your father. Nevertheless, he had to stick to the broken door story and now he was being watched. Your dad needed to know that Eddie was a good guy. So he’d show just that.

When Eddie shut the door, you used that time to groan and cover your face as you wanted to yell at how that scene played out. You know how Eddie might take that.

The door opened and Eddie gave you a small smile before walking next to you toward your door.

“You don’t have to walk me to my door, you know.”

“I know.” He shrugged.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“For what?” He raised an eyebrow.

“For being you. I like being around you… more than you think.” You smiled at him before reaching up and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

The boy was frozen. He was replaying your small gesture over and over in his head as he stood on your porch. You kissed his cheek and he did nothing but stand there with his eyes wide as you opened your door and stepped inside. He should have pulled you in for a real kiss, maybe kiss your forehead. He could still feel the impression your lips made onto his cheek as he walked back to his car. A sense of comfort and relief laid over him as he drove back to his shared trailer with his uncle in complete silence.

You, however, had little time to replay what you did because the second you walked in, your dad cleared his throat from the kitchen.

“Hey dad.”

“Carver’s boy called the house about an hour ago concerned because you were supposed to go to some celebration dinner but didn’t show up with your ride. I expected you’d find a way home. I didn’t realize you’d come back very late in that boy’s van.”

“Dad, I promise I was in better hands-“

“I told you I don’t like you hanging around him.”

“I know but-“

“I know we just moved here and you’re having a difficult time with being new, but you are an influence on this church and I don’t want this falling back on you.”

There it was.

This sort of expectancy to act as if everyone was watching your every move. Well... they were. But why did that mean you'd have to stay away from the people that are socially unacceptable. It broke your heart that even your father, a man who use to claim everyone was capable of good, would sit here and tell you to stay away from someone. The people he praised were the exact people that needed to be exposed for their double life.

This was your biggest struggle when it came to your dad's profession and your own beliefs. Why was it that the good looking people with bad intentions always get the spotlight when there was people like Eddie who had no real intention of hurting or destroying anything? Why was he seen as someone to avoid, unworthy of change, judged? Why were people like Jason praised and seen as someone worthy of everyone's time and respect?

What was worse was the constant expectation that you, too, were to align with this. No, you didn't want to. Why did you have to walk away from a good friend in order to please those who had a better eye to the public? Wasn't that the exact opposite of what you were raised to do?

You wanted to walk away. Go up to your room and ignore this discussion. Bite your tongue and save it for another day. But you couldn't. Not when you just kissed the boy, who is claimed to be a bad influence, on the cheek. You chose him. He was your friend. Maybe you would be the first to actually stand up for him when others chose to do what was "right" and walk away.

"You don't want it to fall back on me? Or fall back on you, dad? Maybe my influence isn't such a bad thing. He's a good guy. I wish you would trust your daughter on this... not some pastor's son who is definitely not at a celebratory dinner right now." You left him with that as you turned away to walk up to your room.

You chose Eddie the second you left the lunch table that day, you weren't going to walk away from him now.

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that-one-odd-shipper · 4 months

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First post . ❤ .

🍓- Hello!! This is my writing blog where readers can ask me about my fics and aus, I'll provide progress updates on fics, what's on my fic list, sneak peaks, where I could take requests and many other things! If you didn't come from a fic, my user is That_One_Odd_Shipper on ao3 and wattpad.

🍎- My specialties are romance, agere fics, fantasy au's and fluff. I am not usually one for college/high school fics but one or two might pop out depending on if it is a request/random thought. I write both pjsk and bsd :) depending on if I'm in the fandom I could possibly write for that one if wanted too!! I also enjoy writing non serious/ crack fics sometimes.

🍒- headcanons of my fics or short stories in asks are always welcome 🥺. I love reading/answering any asks! If you have any fanart of any fics I would DIE to see them omg I love that!! Same for gifted works.

🫖- Omni, Quorioromantic and ambiamorous! I am a Demigirl and use She/Her He/Him. For the sake of going by my fanfic user and not the one I use for every other platform, call me Oddie!

Requests . ❣️ .

🌹- For requests, as long as I haven't already done it and do like the concept I will put it on a list. I will not write anything that I have on the do not ask list on any circumstances, and I do like rarepairs so all that goes. PLEASE KEEP IN MIND!! I am a student, requests might take long times to get out for multiple reasons.

🍄- WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE BSD VER- Minor x Adult, ageplay, R@pe, abuse, any sort of sexualization of a minor, Incest, non-con, Selfcest. For my own reasons, I do not write Atsushi or Junichiro with anyone over the age of 20 romantically. That includes Dazatsu, Chuuatsu, Kuniatsu... Etc. Also Dazaku and Aku x Higuchi are definitely nos for me.

I also don't write Fukuzawa with anyone romantically besides Mori or Fukichi, and ESPECIALLY not Ranpo x Fukuzawa. Same for Mori (yes I will write him). Finally I won't add onto characters trauma by adding to their backstory. For example I refuse to write anything containing the headcanon that Mori uh... Touched Dazai when he was a kid. Unnecessary added trauma to Dazai's already horrid past, you see?

💥- WHAT I WON'T WRITE PJSK VER- Any sort of smut is off the table for them. Basic off limits, selfcest, incest, minor x adult. I also will not do Toya x any of the Tenma siblings. Tsukasa x any of Leo need and Shizuku x any of Leo/need I won't write either. Anything else is on the table!! I love a lot of ships.

🪭- You can DM me to to send a request, or send through asks! I'll respond to it when I agree to write it or if you do it as anon, ask some questions and then post the summary of it with a link to the ao3 and wattpad story.

🥀- When you request me, unless you want me to take a platonic or Romantic relationship you requested and make my own scenerio about it, please be specific with what you want. I get nervous about messing it up and want to give you what you want the most yk? It also helps my imagination. So list a scenerio or multiple settings, what conflict or the main part of it will be.

🦑- OBVIOUSLY THIS IS FREE just putting that out there I'm doing this for fun, I don't expect anything back but some kudos/votes for the story and possibly a comment :)

Thank you!! . ❤ .

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nickhembery · 9 months

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2023 wrapped

Let's try to sum up the year.

First, the TLDR: a long, drawn out groan of "fuck".

Second, what actually happened.

Remember that blog from a while back where I had six goals and if I did them all then I'd customise my mechanical keyboard? That didn't really work out. The treadmill I bought was a bit of a lemon and had to be sent back. It was one of those machines that's not really built to be used, it's designed to sit in a corner and have the owner look at it and say "I should use that sometime", but they never do. It's documentation all pointed to it breaking down pretty quickly with the amount of use I'd put it through. Not in the documentation was that it switched itself off after 40 minutes without warning. Based on that, I sent it back and got a refund, minus the shipping cost because the refund label I was given wasn't enough for the damn thing's weight. Oh well.

The writing didn't go so well either. Stress ground that to a halt. Two things happened to spread that over the year.

First, I got solar panels installed on my roof. That's a good thing. They're cool and they've cut my energy bill down a lot. But to put the panels in I needed scaffolding in place. It couldn't be put up and put down on the day of installation because a) different companies handled the panels and the scaffolding, and b) in case something went wrong. In my case something minor did go wrong. One of the installers got lazy and instead of securing the main power cable to my outside wall, he zip tied it to guttering downpipe. As I explained on the phone when I complained, this makes a mess of liabilities if I ever need work done on that pipe. Fortunately, a couple of guys came out to fix the cable problem. But no one came to pick up the scaffolding... for three months.

Remember I mentioned that different companies handled the panels and the scaffolding? Well, I could only talk to the panel company as they hired the scaffolding company. It took a lot of phone calls, emails and Official Complaints to find out what happened. The scaffolding company ran into financial trouble and didn't tell anyone for a while. To keep the money coming in they kept installing scaffolding in properties and didn't bother collecting any. They had scaffolding to spare and knew that no one would dare/be able to take down the stuff left behind. Eventually, once the panel company found out what was happening they got the scaffolding company to start coming out and collecting again.

The reason this was a big problem was the scaffolding shut off access to a few things. Two of my windows, and my neighbour's garage. It's a bit of a pain trying to explain all the problems with the scaffolding company hired by the panel company over a text message. But... one day they finally showed and took it away. Stress over. Except.

Except, that day, the very same day, there's an all-hands meeting with work. Everyone tunes into the conference call to hear the news. The company's in trouble. Layoffs in the US office, redundancies in the UK office. The layoffs had already happened by the time of the meeting, the redundancies would be announced after call. When the call ended, I decided to give it ten minutes before declaring myself safe. I got the notification at about the seven minute mark. It was, indeed, fuck.

So, in the US they did layoffs. You're called in, you're told, you leave. No argument, no appeal. In the UK we do redundancies. That's a process about a month long where people are 'at risk' of redundancy and no one is officially fired until the end. For some, there are groups who have the same or similar titles, and the high ups have to decide who in the group to get rid of. For others, like me, you're a one of one, and you'll be gone, unless you can convince them to keep you on. This isn't even the shitty 'interview for the job you're already doing', it's argue that your job should even exist. In my case, the documentation about the redundancy said the plan was that my duties as proofreader would be split up between the writers. Mood: Pickard face palm.

So, got that news. That night I ordered a big box of grease in the form of a pizza for dinner and ate it all while feeling sad. The next day, I got to work. The amount of people at risk of redundancy in the company was so big that there were too many for the HR people to speak to, so we were split into sub-groups based on departments, and those groups would need reperesentatives to come to meetings with HR and then dissiminate the information back to their group. I volunteered to be a rep at is a) meant I was getting all of the information and b) meant I could channel all of anxiety about the process into being a control freak. I made spreadsheets, I kept masses of notes, I wrote up every single meeting. Half the questions I asked in the meetings I had come up with rather than people in my group.

About a quarter way through the redundancy process time frame, I got a meeting with HR to make my pitch. It was really pretty simple: You Need Me. The writers make mistakes, in grammar, in spelling, in simple facts. They don't have the time to research things properly so just it wrong sometimes, and asking another writer to check it won't work out because they won't have the time either. But, I needed some carrot with the stick so offered a solution. My utilisation was down, so I could go on part time hours for a while until things pick up again. They were receptive in the meeting, and asked for a written pitch. I wrote it, read it over, edited it, read it again, then sent it. They accepted. My job was saved, well half saved.

It was a good thing too, as my backup plan feel through. Just before the redundancy process had started, I interviewed at a science journal to do proofreading there. Say what you will about the business model of journals (it's all a bit predatory), but it would have been a big step up from marketing. It was really nice to be taken seriously as a contender for the role, but in the end they decided to go with someone who had basically done the same job at another journal before.

Back to the job stress. I had a half a job. Better than zero job, but still. Finances were tight. I had just enough to pay my bills each month, but that was it. I was not going on holiday or even replacing that crappy treadmill. I got very lucky with the situation. If I hadn't gotten the raise in January the cut to my pay wouldn't have been viable at all. I didn't mention the raise. Man, this is all over the shot, isn't it? Short version: company introduced system to get promotions for most roles, left me (and some other unique jobs) out. So I wrote my own job description for the promotion system in specific way so that they would have to promote me. I gave them plenty of chances to stop me. And the promotion went through in January with a nice raise. And then in May that raised pay was cut in half.

Being on part time isn't all it's cracked up to me. What do you do with all that spare time? Well, you stress out that the rest of the job will be taken away from you, that's what. I played a lot of video games, watched most of the MCU and watched most of Star Wars. The only thing from the MCU I haven't seen is Ms Marvel, I watched every other movie and show. I watched all of Star Wars except the Resistance show set around Episode 7. Only people who have seen all seven seasons of Clone Wars, all four seasons of Rebels, The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett understand what's going in Ahsoka. It's like a soap twenty years long and suddenly plot threads from the entire run are all coming together.

Amongst all the TV watching, I gardened my garden. When I bought my house, there was decking in the back garden. But I quickly discovered that the decking was no good, it was rotting. Far too gone to Ship of Theseus it, I tore it all out, dug out the posts, lifted the gravel that was underneath the decking, lifted the second layer of gravel that was under the first, broke up some random paving stones that were in the corner, and cleared the whole area down to the mud. That took months of work. I filled my car three times with wood for disposing of and filled a four-tonne skip with the gravel and rocks. After the garden was clear, I got fresh gravel and membrane and covered it all over.

When November came around, I did NaNoWriMo again. I wasn't aiming for the full 50k though. It had been months since I'd tried writing and really I didn't have enough story to need that many words. So I went for writing every day. Late in the month I got sick, my first cold in four years. That knocked me pretty hard, so there was one day where I only managed 98 words. But I did manage to write every day, and a couple days into December I finished the first draft of the book I've been working on since 2019. It's gotten away from me a bit, it's 322,000 words long. I may try to cut it down to one big epic novel, or I may keep the length but split it out into a series of novellas. We'll see how editing goes.

That brings us to about now. Christmas is soon, and for the first time we're skipping presents. I'm actually relieved, I had no idea what to get anyone. Last day of work is tomorrow, then it's Christmas break.

This year has been stressfull. I'm seeing more grey hairs in the mirror than before. But it could have been a lot worse.

2024 is actually looking up. Going to do an editing pass of the mammoth novel, got a plan to do it in 100 days. Through a confluence of events, including metaphorically finding bodies stuffed in a cupboard, I'm going to be back at full time at work, so money will be okay again. I've got a plan to keep myself organised for the year, it involves a whiteboard and a physical diary. I'll do another blog later to explain that.

#writing #year in review #job trouble #star wars #gardening #stress

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vgilantee · 1 year

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FIRST AND LAST LINES RULES: go to your last 5 published fics and share the first and last line with no context!

technically @websterss tagged my main but i work with one of my moots and she already has questions about the Way I Am (/lh) so it all goes here, to the fic blog!

double the relaxation - chad meeks-martin x reader x ethan landry (smut)

i. Work was exhausting and you knew, walking through the door, that both your boys were home already. ii. Finally, Chad readjusted himself so the three of yu curled up comfortably on top of the sheets, half-asleep and deciding to worry about the mess later.

dorm room antics - ethan landry x reader

i. You had everyone's timetables memories, all of you did. ii. Neither you nor Ethan knew where his confidence came from, but you quickly pushed your questioning aside as he pulled your core down against hte tightness in his trouses and bit down on your shoulder softly.

worlds apart prologue - neteyam sullly x reader

i. Never before had someone been placed in cryogenic hybernation while heavily pregnant. ii. After Tuktiry's naming and first Eywa communion, his training seemed to double, and while Spider could see him in the village, you remained stuck close to Hell's Gate.

love lost - neteyam sully x reader

i. From a young age, it was clear that you would spend the rest of your life by Neteyam's side. ii. A pain that pulled you away form Neteyam and back to the cean as your body begged you for breath.

200 mile (per hour) club - tangerine x reader (smut)

i. You wedged your phone between your shoulder and ear as your partner, Evaline, spoke about the nuances of a cartoon they had gotten really into while the pair of you had been in Japan. ii "Once I'm done with this job," Tangerine spoke softly as he picked up your discarded bottoms and guided them up your legs, kissing the skin before it was covered as he made his way up, "I'm takin' you on a proper date."

BONUS! WIP FIRST AND LAST LINES! (because i have actually written those)

finish what he tarted - commander cody x reader (smut)

i. You shuffled around the tiny apartment as quietly as you could, grabbing your small bag and shoes trying not to wake the man snoring in his bed. ii. And as his hands slid down your body to your hips, tugging your hips to meet his, he replied with the word in turn, promising himself as yours.

i am once again reminded of the fact that i write some long ass sentences.

no pressure tags! @freesia-writes/@spicy-clones (letting you pick your poison hehe) @rain-on-kamino @vnusology

#˚:✧｡• tag game #˚:✧｡• tagged #char chatter ~✧

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marrissacooper · 2 years

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I have just catching up on your blog, and as a fellow Marissa stan, wanted to say THANK YOU! Love your thoughts on the show. One thing that stood out to me was the q's about BM tension. By 314ish (there's the butt slap at the start of 310, the 'getting busy' ad-lib in 314). I think they were both done with the storyline tho. M has mentioned how toxic the set became and we see her isolated from the main cast shortly after and a lot of jokes made about mental health. (1/4)

It's hard I’m sure for those to not be taken personally. My hot take is that a lot of things on the show were aimed personally too, the RM fight in 2.09 Mindy has mentioned on the podcast if something happened between BM because it seemed real. And I think Mischa’s reaction in that scene is real too (that dialogue could have been aimed at Marissa and Mischa tbh), the fact that Mindy would think that B might react like that to M says a lot. All those mental health 'jokes' too (2/4).

Which isn’t surprising, because despite their chemistry on screen by 3.25, there seems to have been a total breakdown between them by mid-S3 that they never recovered from (I think they have had many, starting in S1 with their own personal romantic tension, lol). He is the only cast member to have not come out in her support once she was fired (he just called her 'a cast member'!) I think the Model Home scene in the finale is a genuine scene by Mischa – particularly the apology line. (3/4)

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Sorry for taking so long to reply! I hope you'll still see this... First of all thank you for taking the time to go through my blog 😊 I think you're right about the BM tension. Their chemistry definitely changed in the middle of s3, might be the bad writing, might be real life issues. I think they managed to switch it back on at the end of s3 for old times' sake. I'm not sure but they probably knew Mischa was leaving by then? So it might have been easier to forget about all the BTS drama and only remember the good times (the same thing that was happening on screen if you think about it.)

They definitely wrote personal things into the show, I think there's an Adam interview in the s1 dvd bonus where he says Josh did that a lot. The fight in 2x09 is already hard enough to watch as fiction, but if they were also saying these things to Mischa that's more than messed up. She was literally a teenager in a grown up world, no matter how "bad" her behavior was on set, this was not the way to address the issue. There's definitely something very real in the scene when Ryan says "You want to make a mess of your own life, FINE" and Marissa flinches. It could be good acting and directing, but you never know. That scene was brushed off too quickly and Ryan's apology was unsatisfying to say the least.

Honestly if BM really dated, it doesn't really paint Ben in a good light. That age gap was not insignificant.I can understand being mad at someone you care about because you think they're throwing away their life, but he was an adult man and Mischa was an 18 yo it girl in 2000s Hollywood. I love the model home scene (if you've been through my blog you know lol) and I LOVE Mischa's delivery of the apology. She put so much sincerity in it. But the implication that she was responsible "for all the craziness" is disappointing, especially when they mention Oliver right after like it's some private joke instead of a boy who held her at gunpoint. I do very much love this scene though, and if it was genuine on Mischa' part that's very sweet.

#ask #sorry this is very long #that's how annoying i am when i start talking about marissa #i'll answer the last part in a different post!#the oc

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crypticcodexcreations · 2 years

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Writer Tag Game

@andromedaexists tagged me for this and so, here we go!

Do you write in order?

I used to, and then I had a scene I felt like I would die if I didn't write despite it being a million miles away from the beginning. Since then I haven't been able to go back to writing completely in order, although I do always at least start writing the from the beginning stuff. I just now have a whole notebook dedicated to the out of order scenes of all of my WIPs.

Do you start with something particular?

I get a general concept, then start on designing characters if there isn't a specific character that was the basis of the concept. Characters are my bread and butter because they're what keeps me interested in the media I enjoy. If you get me to care about a character, I'll stick around for as long as they're present in the story, no matter how much I might hate other aspects, because how much I enjoy that character always outweighs it. Which makes characters the obvious main building block in my own writing.

How fully formed does your writing come out the first try?

Not at all. It's all a huge mess of half baked at best thoughts and will always need major editing afterwards, even the stuff I'm really happy with I think. Probably because while I'm happy with a lot of the concepts, and emotions when I'm happy with something, I always feel like my words choices and such can be stronger.

How many drafts do you go through?

Horrible secret about me is that nothing I've ever done has made it to a second draft. In all honesty, not even my school papers that were supposed to have multiple drafts. So we're going to find out the answer to this together on this blog.

Tell me about your process ?

I get on my computer, find music, and turn to my notebooks. And then realize my mind is empty, so I open the game I've been playing a lot. I then start looking for a match, realize it's taking forever, and start just writing one little bit at a time. I get on a roll, realize I've got a match and swear a little. Rinse and repeat most days. Sometimes I get on such a roll that it lasts past a match and I don't start another. Those are the days I only realize how much my hand hurts from writing after I've written almost 2,000 words and finally stop and it hits me all at once.

tagging @blind-the-winds @calicojackofficial @inkspellangel and an open tag!

#tag games

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fractoluminescence · 6 months

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January 2024 Monthly Writing Wrap-Up

Originally posted to Dreamwidth on February 4th 2024

I don't really know how to start this, since it's my first time writing anything like it. I did make a first post when I created my journal, but this feels different - and while I have a habit of briefly journaling during my writing sessions, I rarely reflect on what I've accomplished beyond a couple of days back. I thought this would be as easy as any entry - but now that I'm here, I hesitate, I dread to look back - which is so unlike the writer part of me.

Well, here I am. And I've got a month of entries to go through, and a lot to say, so I'll be alright.

I've had several things going on this past month - as I usually do. What was new was the Dreamwidth account - I'd never used a traditional blogging platform before, so it took some adjusting. I took some time to figure out how the website worked - am still figuring it out, to be fair - and what I wanted to do with it, because it looked fun and wouldn't it be a shame to leave it be now that I have access to it. And wouldn't it be a good opportunity to have a neat archive of my writing journey - not a messy day-by-day journal like I have set up on Notion, and not the what-am-I-even-doing-with-these journal entries that I've got all over pretty much any account and paper journal that I use.

I guess I'll find out if it's meant to be soon enough.

GYWO is going well. I worked on my writing on 12 days in January - the minimum my pledge had me aiming for being 10 days. It's a good thing, of course - especially since I know there are months during which I tend to write significantly less, so (like November, ironically enough).

There are two writing projects I'm focusing on right now, the first of which is the story I'm writing for the IchiBowl event. It's a tough one for me - I'm not really used to writing short stories, because most of the stories I come up with instinctively are at least novella-length. It trips me up - there was no already-existing plunny I could use, and I've got a minimum of 5k words to write in a couple of months total, which is longer than the short stories I'm used to writing (when I write any at all). And I can't even tell if it's going well - I got myself into a bit of a pickle because I realized when I started the second scene that some of the themes and symbolism were reminiscent of Shakespeare's The Tempest, so I decided to take some time to read through it while taking notes. For inspiration purposes.

I had miscalculated how long this was going to take me, of course. It's early February though, and I'm finally done with it. I've still got roughly two weeks until the next check-in, so as long as I don't run into a wall of some kind (I always do, but most walls I can climb over fairly easily), things should go fairly smoothly.

The second project I've got ongoing - well, it's the first project out of the two really, becauseI've had it ongoing for years and it's been the love of my life - is whatever the fuck what I used to call Isolated has become. It was meant to be a single story - but now that I've learned to outline and I know it's SEVEN FREAKING BOOKS (probably), things have started making a lot more sense - and looking a lot more messy now that I know what a mess looks like.

That's where my writing progress this past month comes in - but first, some more context. I'm mostly focusing on the first book - or what I currently think of as the first book, the order may change since different books follow different characters - which I've temporarily titled You Only Die Twice (a title that has ironically come to downright contradict elements of the wider story since I first picked it). And I've been having this issue with it...See, originally - back when this story was meant to be one book, and was a crossover - back when its main character Lydia was as two-dimensional as a sheet of paper and the genre was supposed to be romance - back then, I introduced a subplot about the second lead. Or - I mean, I guess I'm not sure if he's the second lead in this particular volume anymore - maybe he is. At any rate, I introduced a subplot because of the crossover aspect - and when I removed that aspect just a couple of months into writing the story, I kept the subplot, because it was fun.

Yeah, except it didn't fit with the rest of the story at all. It didn't fit with the themes that the story developed over time - nor with the worldbuilding, nor with the character it was supposed to be centered around. I spent years trying to make it work - and a year or two trying to remove it, because it was starting to impede my story and made it so much harder to write. The worse part is, it didn't even have any impact on the rest of the books - but it had been there for so long, and was so deeply anchored in the whole original concept I had for YODT, that removing it was genuinely really hard.

Well, guess what. I've removed it. I've finally found a way of extirpating it from the story. It felt like removing a bunch of supporting beams, and now I've got holes to patch all throughout the 20 or so chapters I've already written, but I roughly know what to fill them with. And the character development for the second lead makes a lot more sense now. The story seems...so much more in harmony with itself - and with me. Now that it's removed, the pattern is re-knitting itself together in a way that works and it look so much better.

Other than that, I've worked on the worldbuilding for Isolated a bit. It's mostly just fanwanking, but this story specifically is too interlaced with the worldbuilding for me to take it lightly, lest I awkwardly tread on eggshells trying to make it make sense to the reader without revealing I have no idea what I'm doing.

In short, I've spent the month reading through The Tempest to get inspo for my story for the IchiBowl event, as well as figured out how to get rid of that one subplot that has been plaguing YODT for years. It has been a productive month.

#crossposted from dreamwidth #because i want it to be on here too #writing thoughts #monthly writing wrap-up #fract writing

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keiraagrelo · 11 months

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In this project my narrative was about the repeater travel I take to university and back this led me to further explore textures in buildings and patterns and patterns i cloud see. I wanted to visually communicate direction and repetitiveness.

My reseach helped me develop me new ideas and to add onto previous outcomes to give them something more.

Primary research provided me with a good starting point gibing me something to work with and made my brain start ticking with what I could create, and back I am forgetful I noted every little ides I have then worked on it with what I learnt in my workshops and lectures. The primary research also helped me to start thing about colour scheme and what visually is going to look good with dull colours, which I have kept a hint of in every page I have done. My secondary tea sch gave me inspiration on other artists opinions and how they perceive their work, I would say the designers/ artist I have used mostly inspired the layout of my work.

In the middle off the module I came to a brain block and started to repeat my thinking process so I started to go out of my comfort zone and “messing around” with what teqniques would work well together. This is when I decided to digital print over my screen print it was a big risk as I didn’t know if it would affect my screen print underneath, but it worked out in my favour as the blue underneath made the digital more vibrant.

I have interpreted my my final images by making the into tessellation’s, collages, mark making and zooming into specific parts of the images.

I have linked the my primary research and out comes to my narrative by giving the the outcomes direction and layout and lines.

In the response to my images was colour was the main theme as I carried out the same colour she me through my sketchbook and finally out come this linked all my pages together and created flow.

All around i found that my strengths to be embroidery as I could fully show and put together a a creative piece, I felt as if this had more of my successful peices and I could let my creativity to spiral.

I am able to create a weave but I found it hard to relate it back to my narrative, as for me it doesn’t communicate anything but colour, which I found hard to link as I feel that for me to make a pice it has to have some sort of picture to know what it is.

One of my weakness would be writing the blog, as I find it hard to describe what i have done and why I have done it,

This also leads to me feeling like I read myself in my work.

The most successful pice on my final outcome board would be the aqua film where the membrane dissolved i like this most because it shows the most skill and when I have shown other they could tell what it is, I think it’s a very subtle piece but is the most technical.

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flwoie · 1 year

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eh im actually kinda not okay but i will be 💞🥰 enhypen has rlly been getting me through it tho, they’re one of the few things that make me happy these days 🥺😊 (so yes, these wonnies are super appreciated 🥺 i watched his dance jam w seungie and it made me think of u and i~! wonnie and seungie biases just collectively crying over these cuties dancing to rover 😭💗)

okay i wanna unveil myself when i post the fic but…based on how it’s going it may be slightly past the deadline if that’s okay?? it’s a LONG ONE!! so i may unveil myself sooner so we can…discuss…some things? i’m tryna make it as customized to u as possible, so a lot of the major decisions the reader makes, i want to be decisions u would make urself! that’s why it’s taking me a bit longer to write it 😅💞

omg u have a few blogs in mind?? which ones lol im intrigued!! i won’t give it away but there are some things to note:

1.) we did not know each other before this event 2.) we have some groups in common but besides enha there were none we liked/knew abt strongly enough to be friends over them and 3.) i messed up and accidentally interacted w u OFF anon ON MY MAIN by complete accident so uh yeah. u prolly know unless u got a bunch of interactions that day and my acc got lost in them 😅

ooh that’s so cool abt ur name! i quite like the first one too hehe! it def suits the story. now that i know this next step…it gets even more interesting, im so sorry 😭

take care darling!! next ask i think i might unveil myself~ we’ll see tho! 👀 no promises 😉

qotd: how long have u been an engene for? were u part of their iland days too?

for me, i was there when iland came out but the show’s format rlly upset me and i lost interest in kpop for a hot minute. then came back and now look at me. i’ve never been so attached to a group before besides when i first found kpop 😭

have a good night!! i adore you~!!

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THREEE!! it’s fine if post it past the deadline, take ur time, i’ll wait 🫶🫶 and i can’t wait to finally see who u are 🤭🤭

well there were two blogs i had in mind, honour (skyjoong) and the one i’m writing for which i can’t say yet lmaoo, i’ll be surprised if you’re not the one i had in mind 😭😭 and i just saw the hints u gave out and i’m gonna look through my tags 🤨 #curious

and ooh i love a cliché story! is there gonna be a sad ending? i’m a sucker for those 😭

answering time!!

tbh i can’t remember when i became an engene 🤷 i was there when iland came out but i gave up on the first episode and i told myself i’d start stanning the final lineup THEN I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THEM UNTIL A YEAR OR TWO LATER, A FRIEND OF MINE WAS INTRODUCING ME TO THEM and yeah, that’s how i became an engene. not too long ago tbh cause i was a big moa during those times

it’s ironic cause i’m answering this at night but gn three <33

#🏴‍☠️ : sona’s anons #three anon !

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munsons-maiden · 2 years

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I’ve collected my thoughts on this whole mess. One last rant and a first little fix it blurb before I get back to writing Eddie all the million happy endings he deserves.

I’ve been through some fucked up shit in my life. But this grief and heartbreak I’m feeling right now is something completely else. I never felt so much pain, and it’s safe to say something in me broke irreversibly watching that scene. Stranger Things has always been my comfort show, from the moment S1Ep1 aired. It was the fairy tale that taught me, no matter how horrible things get, no matter how desperate things might seem, how the shadows in our heads can make us freeze and lock us up in our own minds: all monsters can be beaten.

And yesterday they took that from me. The moment Eddie jumped that table in the cafeteria, I knew something had changed and that Stranger Things would never again be the same without him. I never fell so fast and so deeply for a character. My mind has that horrible habit to pick the flaws of a character I love and twist them until I see so many parallels to my own abuser that I can’t 100% enjoy my love for this character - but with Eddie, it couldn’t do that. Eddie was, is, too pure of heart, too kind and gentle and sweet for even the demons in my mind to twist him.

That’s why I know I will never stop loving him, never stop thinking of him whenever I need comfort, never stop writing and pouring out all my heart to give him the stories he deserves, and why I know I will never love a character as much as I will always love Eddie.

I don’t think the Duffers will ever grasp what he means to so many of us. Stranger Things, the main cast they’re so scared of touching or changing, are as frozen in time as the Upside Down.

I want to believe that they’ll bring Eddie back, that reason for why this scene felt so surreal and horrible and off is that they have plans to somehow raise him from the dead, and there’s a tiny little spark in me that still clings to this hope against all odds, but that’s the only reason why I’ll watch season 5. To take it and write Eddie into it because that’s what he deserves.

So, on this blog, he’s alive and kicking. Dustin had to leave him there, but Eddie woke up. He woke up in this cold, dark realm, those tiny particles floating around him like a flurry of snow, pain searing through his body, blood coating his lips - but he was alive. He dragged himself to the rip (”Holy shit fuck what the Hell man that’s what I nearly fucking died for? Henderson you little shrimp I hope you got more of that duct tape somewhere because we’re gonna need a shit ton of it to fix this fucking mess”). He crawled out of the Upside Down. To his trailer, to home. He imagined Henderson’s face, Wayne’s, seeing him alive, imagined walking that stage and snatching that Diploma...but the smile slipped from Eddie’s face as he realized that this town wasn’t his home anymore. That no tear in the ground would ever clear his name because people didn’t want that. He’d always been the freak, and outcast, bullied for being different...and to believe it was somehow his doing would always be easier than achnowledging the truth that there were far more horrid things going on in Hawkins, far more monstrous dangers. Hawkins wasn’t his home anymore.

He could start over. A big city, somewhere were his being different was good because there were more people like him, who loved metal and D&D and Lord Of The Rings. Find some job, in a record store even maybe. He scoffed. He wouldn’t have passed O’Donnell’s goddamn final anyway.

So Eddie turned. And walked away. Into the woods. He didn’t know where he was going; only what he was leaving behind - but he would come back one day. Just not today.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 spoilers #stranger things 4 spoilers #tw abuse #tw anxiety

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ack3rlady · 3 years

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Oh hey there it's me again! I absolutely adored that steamy make out session with Erwin u wrotell.

May I request for something with Levi? I would really love to see how u write Levi. Here's the scenario: sub!Levi who becomes a total mess when u use some toys on him for the first time.

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A/N: Welcome back💦 Anon! Being creative with your asks again, I see! I only have experience with female-friendly toys. So, I had to put in some research into this 🤓 This is possibly the most experimental piece I've written so far and there isn't much of a plot because i wanted to get straight to action; which is why I'm gonna go hide in my cave once this publishes. Hope you like it!

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem Bodied! Reader

CW: Sub Levi, Soft Dom Reader, Sex toy usage (cock ring & vibrator), Oral (M receiving), protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), brief overstimulation.

Minors & Ageless blogs – DNI & block the tag #CalmDownMia. I won’t hesitate to block you. If you are an adult and don’t wanna be blocked, add your age to your bio/pinned post or DM me.

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“Hey, handsome!”, you chirped from the bed as the door opened to reveal a raven headed man.

Levi let out a loud huff in response.

He hung his tan jacket on the coat rack, meticulously undid the ODM belts and set them on their usual spot, and unbuttoned his shirt before trudging towards the bed. You opened your arms, welcoming your weary husband to lay his head on your chest, engulfing him into the solace of your embrace after a long day of work.

“Tired?”, you asked, raking your fingers through his midnight locks.

“Exhausted.”, he replied, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Eyebrows just chewed my ears off for three straight hours.”

You spent minutes in silence, lazing against each other, calm and warm. Moments like these were scarce amidst the chaos of your bustling routines as the ticks of the clock and an occasional sigh leaving his lips were the only audible sounds in the room.

He raised his head, bringing a hand to the back of yours to pull you closer. You smiled when your lips met, finally feeling the burnout from the day wear off at the familiar feeling. You were quick to let him in when his tongue prodded at your lips for access, meeting yours with fervor. His hand slowly slid from your neck to your chest, beginning to unbutton his shirt that you were wearing.

“Mmh? I thought you were exhausted?”, you spoke against his lips.

“I changed my mind.”, he smirked against yours.

You parted away to peel the pieces of clothing off each other. Like clockwork, they were all on the floor within seconds. Levi admired your body from head to toe, leaping towards you like a man starved for days. He tutted when you held him back with your arm against his chest, looking at you with knitted brows for being deprived of his meal.

“Umm... Levi... I’ve been thinking....”, your voice trailed off.

“What?”

“Well, I've been thinking of trying something new.”, you contemplated, fishing out a rubbery black ring from under your pillow.

“You do know that’s too big for my finger?”, he deadpanned, albeit innocently.

“Oh.”, it dawned upon him when you lowered your gaze to his crotch.

Although a bit hesitant at the start, it didn’t take much to convince him to try it. As rigid as the captain seemed otherwise, he had always been quite open to experimenting in the bedroom; the main reason being that he trusted you wholeheartedly, and also because these experiments had only made things better as of now. He laid down on the bed, wide silver eyes curiously following your figure as you moved closer to him.

You positioned yourself in between his legs, admiring the view. Over the years of being with Levi, you had come to deduce that this was one of the best perspectives behold him from; one reserved only for you to see.

His glorious cock, sculpted Adonis ascending to the ripples of his abs, his strong chest abutted by deep collar bones, the prominent columns of his neck leading to the most important feature, his gorgeous face looking down at you, strands of midnight hair threatening to veil the striking eyes watching you intently.

He held his breath as you spat into the palm of your hand, gritting his teeth in an attempt to stay still just like you asked him to. You stroked his cock just enough to coat it with the slick, slathering the ring with the remnants. Levi sighed at the feeling of your cold fingers around him, sharply clutching a fistful of the bed sheets.

“Not yet.”, you said, meticulously sliding the rubbery ring down his partially hardened member till it sat snugly at the base.

He inhaled sharply, gaze pinned on your hands and the black coil.

“You okay?”, you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“mmh... Feels different.”, he whispered, still eyeing it skeptically. “Good different.”

“Well, then let me make it better.”, you smiled, beginning to slowly stroke his cock. “You know you can tell me anytime you want me to stop, right?”

He nodded, gulping as he watched you move closer and closer to his member that was now rapidly hardening under your touch, hissing when you kissed the tip and gingerly ran your tongue over its slit with a quick swipe.

You smiled coyly at his reaction, remembering the readings from the intriguing book Hange lent you a few days ago. It said that the ring around his dick would make it hypersensitive. And from what you could see, it was all true.

Within a matter of seconds, Levi was a heaving mess under your touch; and you hadn't even really begun yet. Keeping a watchful eye on him, you wrapped your lips around his now throbbing erection, swirling your tongue around its head. The usually silent captain was miserably unsuccessful at stifling a moan, harshly gripping your hair as he bucked his hips.

You bobbed your head up and down, slowly increasing the pace. Your strawberry tongue drew the letters of your name on the swollen, pink head as if marking what was yours, and yours only.

“Fuck! Keep going.”, Levi growled, his head falling with a thud against the headboard.

You smiled into your ministrations, softly brushing his shaft with your teeth as you continued the rhythmic movements. Levi arduously raised his lank neck to watch you sinking just a little further, taking in his entire length inch by inch until it had entirely disappeared into the warm cavern of your mouth.

The soreness in between your legs was growing by the minute, as you reached down with your fingers to rub circles on your yearning clit. He outstretched his hands towards you, not even sure what for; his mouth agape, but unaccompanied by words.

How he loved this view. Your frazzled hair, pooling, hooded eyes, bare breasts brushing against his thighs. The fucked out expression on your face glowing with sweat as you pleasured him as well as yourself was sending him hurling towards the edge.

His brain was flooded with your image and how good your mouth felt on his cock, how you knew exactly what made him see stars inside the confinement of your room. The vice choke hold of the ring was enhancing every feeling by many folds, allowing him to feel the slightest of sensations; mind so clouded, he was aching for release.

“I - I need to cum.”, he panted, squeezing his eyes shut at the unbearable decadence. “Please.”

You briefly parted from him, eyes falling on the clock. There was still time. He whimpered at the feeling of sudden chill replacing the heat of your mouth, watching you as you reached for the nightstand to fish out a small silver packet from the drawer.

You tore it with your teeth, taking the condom out and sliding it down his length. Kneeling on your knees, you shifted forward till your core was perfectly aligned with his cock.

“What’s the rush, Heichou?”, you breathed, lowering down on him at a painfully slow pace until he bottomed out inside you.

Your pussy was soaking by now and took no time to devour the entirety of his length. You groaned in unison, staying still to allow him to catch his heightened breath and for you to acclimatize to the fullness. Levi’s hands had your thighs in a vice grip as you supported yourself by laying your palms flat against his chest, eventually beginning to move.

You both whined in ecstasy as his dick brushed against all the right spots of your velvety walls, the protruding veins only adding to the titillation. His brains were practically reduced to mush as he sheepishly watched you bounce up and down before him, sterling eyes pinned on your face, mouth open, huffs of air leaving your lips with each movement, lashes fluttered shut out of pure bliss.

They descended to your heaving breasts that bounced with you. He reached his hands out to kneed the buttery skin, watching you squirm when he pinched your taut nipples. His gaze cascaded lower, falling where your body met his, admiring how your hips beautifully swirled against his. He slid one of his hands underneath his pillow, pulling out a device that you remembered seeing in Hange’s book.

“What? You spoke to them too?”, you managed to speak through the haze whilst fervently grinding against him.

“More like they spoke to me.”, he grumbled.

He strenuously focused his eyes on the small, black object; pressing a button that caused it to buzz. Outstretching his hand, he pressed it against your swollen slit, making your neck go limp as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The sounds of your whines were music to his ears. He felt your movements become increasingly sporadic as he brought your closer and closer to your impending orgasm.

“Fuck! Levi!”, you panted. “I’m cumming!”

Levi bit into his fist, the sting only adding to the rapture of feeling your walls pulsate around him, and the warmth of your release dribbling down his length. Exhausted, you rested your head against the headboard, your breasts dangling before his face as if grapes from a vine.

He clasped his mouth onto one, swirling his tongue around your perked nipple as he began to buck his hips up and down at an unforgiving pace. You were almost screaming from the over stimulation, the walls of your room reverberating your cries along with the creaks of your rickety old bed, the lewd squelching from slick and the slaps of his skin against yours.

Levi grunted with every thrust, nails digging into the skin of your butt as he relentlessly rutted in and out of your abused hole. It wasn’t long this he reached his oblivion, his orgasm hitting his body like lightning. It was unlike any other he had experienced before, somehow simultaneously cloaking his senses in darkness and also a blinding light.

He panted as you helped him ride out his release, your unyielding pussy milking him of all his worth. It was evident that he wasn’t even attempting to be quiet anymore as he blinked rapidly, trying to rid himself of the spots before his eyes.

You stayed on top of him for a little while before kissing him deeply one last time and sliding off. He peeled the condom off and discarded it into the bin by your bed, and you carefully slid the ring off his cock, making sure not to hurt him. He inhaled sharply at the feeling of blood rushing back through it again, eyes following you as you laid down by his side with a huff, still panting from the escapade.

He turned towards you, brushing the sweaty, matted hair off your face and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“So... Do you think they’ll let you borrow that book again?”

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P.S: Sorry about this going from Thirsty Thursday to Freaky Friday 🙃

*Disclaimer: Cock rings can and will cause damage if used incorrectly. Do your own research and don't rely entirely on fics if you plan to use them IRL. Don't lose a ding to the ring.

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