#SO GLAD IT PICKED UP TRACTION

[a9saga]

rolling quartz - goodnight (by dreamcatcher) // you should be listening to rolling quartz

[fckeddiemunson]

Take Me Upstairs - Eddie Munson

take me upstairs - rockstar!eddie munson

Synopsis: You run the local record shop and one day Eddie invites you to a show and one thing leads to another. 

Warnings: 18+ only MDNI. some fluff, smidge of angst, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral f & m receiving, slight choking if you squint. 

 A/N: Please be nice, this is my first fic I’ve written since I was a teenager xx 

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There was one record shop in Hawkins, tucked away off the main street. It belonged to your uncle, but he was more of a figurehead of the business in his old age, you were there most days, running the shop. It was a dream, you got to speak to people about music all day, play whatever you wanted and no one would complain that it was too loud. Before you started the shop had a dark, dingy feeling to it, dust collected on the shelves and the old hardwood floor had nails sticking up everywhere. You had brightened up the place with a bright lick of paint, pot plants everywhere and you kept the latest stuff in stock of all the up and coming hits.

Eddie Munson had been a regular since your uncle had been working there. He would rush in on a Friday morning when all the new music was released and put on the shelves. Sometimes he would line up ten minutes before it opened to grab the only metal record available, because it was such a small town you only kept a little of everything at once. It was a Friday afternoon when he first met you, he was running late for a new album, he was sweating, worried it had already sold. He had parked his van half sticking out to the road in front of the store, tripped up the stairs, called hello to Ray, your uncle and speed walked to the metal section. He was startled when he heard your sweet, soft voice call back to him. He awkwardly shuffled through the cds on the shelves. Eddie smiled gleefully when he saw the new release, he seized it and kissed the cover, “Was worried I was too late for you darlin’” he whispered and walked up to the counter where you were standing with the new Kerrang edition in your hands. Eddies breath hitched when you moved the magazine away to serve him, you were phenomenal, eyes that were bright and inviting and the warmest prettiest smile he had ever seen.“You’re not Ray” he stated and then cringed at you, wow what an opener, he thought and stuttered out trying to say something else. 

You chuckled and leant on the counter, “No, I’m not Ray, I’m Y/N. You’re Eddie right? My uncle warned me about our regular metalhead” You smiled at him and held  your hand outstretched to shake Eddies. 

“Uh, yes I am Eddie, it’s nice to meet you too” He took your hand, stressing that his hand was sweaty and shook yours. Edde wasn’t usually this giddy when he met a girl, plenty of girls showed up to Corroded Coffin gigs now that they had gained a bit of traction in surrounding bigger towns. 

“I put this record on this morning before you got here, you’re in for a treat” You gestured to the Iron Maiden record in his hand, he handed it over to you grinning. “Oh yeah? Well I’m glad to hear it sweetheart, first thing I’m doing after this is blasting it all the way home in the van” Eddie said excited, feeling himself relax and lean against the counter. 

You gasped at his answer, “Oh my no! Eddie, your first listen to an album has to be special, right atmosphere, good stereo, not shitty car speakers!” you were horrified at the mere thought, you liked the ritual of putting a new album on for the first time. 

“Guess I’m just too impatient with masterpieces” Eddie winked at you and immediately regretted it as he handed over a bill to you. Why was he so awkward sometimes?! He groaned mentally. 

“Next time you’re in I expect a full report.” You told him, deadly serious. 

“Absolutely sweetheart.” Eddie left, looking once more behind him as he left, seeing you smiling to yourself as you picked up the magazine again. 

Eddie knew from that moment he was fucked. Nobody at any shows would ever compare. The next day he sauntered back into the store, hoping you were working on a weekend, he was disappointed to know that your brother worked the weekend as you liked to attend as many gigs as you could on the weekend.

Eddie was back in the shop Monday morning, a grin on his face as he tumbled into the store. He called out your name and your head popped up from one of the rows near the back as he followed you down there. 

“Heya sweetheart” Eddie said, leaning against the shelf. 

“Hey yourself. What did you think of the album?” You asked excitedly, he thought you looked so cute all excited and chirpy 

“It was like a religious experience and i ain’t had many of them let me tell you” you giggled at him and began searching through the shelves again. 

“Let me show you something else, you don’t have to buy it, just borrow it for the day and see if you like it?” you picked out a few cds and handed them over. 

“Are you sure sweetheart?” He looked over them, not hearing of some of the bands before

“Yeah sure I’ll be glad to hear your thoughts.” Eddie got suddenly excited that you wanted him to come back, and that Eddie had to come back to see you thrilled him. 

“Hey, could watch the shop for a minute while i go grab a coffee and pastry?” Eddie heard your stomach growl and he chuckled 

“Nonsense, it’s on me, for the cds” You smiled at him and thanked him as he left for coffee. 

You bit into the delicious flaky pastry, a bit sticking to your mouth 

“Oh you’ve got a bit of-“ Eddie gestured to your cheek. You desperately tried to brush it off after several attempts Eddie reached towards you, his hand gently brushing it off. 

“There you go” Eddie whispered as he brushed it off and you both blushed. 

You two had become closer over the last few months. He would often spend up to an hour at closing time when it was quiet just helping you tidy up and then walking you to your car. And when he was in at opening he would bring you coffee and pastries fresh from the cafe down the road. You were getting attached to him, you didn’t want to admit it. Hawkins was the last place you thought you’d end up but after a bad run in Los Angeles as a bartender, you thought you needed a change and it all fell into place. At first you thought Eddie’s extensive amount of time in the shop was normal, your uncle had warned you he was there a lot. But Ray tended to exaggerate with these things. Eddie was always on your mind, as soon as you got to the shop and opened up. Your head would whip around to the door every time the little bell dinged as the door opened. He was sweet and funny and a little flirty which often made your cheeks heat up. You were hoping he’d make a move but it had been a few months now and Eddie would still just come in to talk to you.

Eddie waited in a cafe around the corner from the record store, grabbing you your regular latte and pastry. He had some CD’s of his own to give you this time and he was very excited about it. This new found hobby he had of obsessively listening to the CD’s you gave him and thinking about what to give you next was his favourite pastime. Eddie was thinking about asking you out on a date but outside of being on stage he was a bit shy and you were the first girl to mean something to him beyond a girl at a show. 

 He walked towards the record store, checking his hair in a nearby store window and walked into the shop. He noticed you weren’t at the counter so he wandered through checking out the new releases, he heard your sweet laugh trickle through the store and he also heard another man’s voice speaking to you as you giggled. Eddie didn’t know what it was about but he felt immediately annoyed, his eyebrow raised as he lurked around the shop finding you in the back corner. He saw you talking to a tall dark haired man also with tattoos on his arms. Inside him was pure turmoil - partially because he knew he was overreacting but part because he really didn’t want any suspicion of his to be right. 

“Eddie!” You shouted excited, too loud for the small space. 

“You have to meet Luke! He was a bartender with me in California!! He was passing through town.” You spoke with adoring eyes for Luke, or so Eddie thought. He also thought it was bullshit, no one passes through Hawkins. 

Eddie strained “Nice to meet you” before Luke gave you a quick hug and you two said your goodbyes. 

After he left Eddie awkwardly gave you the pastry and coffee, watching as you took a bite. 

“Is he ah, an ex?” Eddie found himself spilling out before he could stop. 

“Oh, ah no just a friend who helped me out when I was there. Bit weird he stopped by though.” You shrugged and the pit in Eddie’s stomach slowly got smaller, he felt ridiculous to feel such jealousy for you. 

“Okay sugar, I’ve got band prac so I’ve got to go but ah here’s some Cd’s i think you should hear. Let me know, yeah?” You smiled warmly at Eddie and his heart swelled in his heart and jeans. 

You blew him a kiss as he walked to the door and Eddie swore under his breath as he walked to his van. Oh yeah he was totally fucked. 

 You knew he had a band that was slowly gaining traction and getting out there. It was his dream and  you had passionately spoken about it with him. Watching him talk about the band and getting excited about getting out there more made you swoon. The way his smile lit up the entire shop, it was cheeky and earnest. And his eyes that were constantly on yours, his intense eye contact often made you lose  your breath but you loved his attention. You had even started stocking the EP they had released, and playing it in store to spark conversation with other customers so you could gush over him. 

Eddie rushed in one Friday morning a few weeks after running into Luke, you peaked through the window seeing the rest of his band in the van, looking packed in with gear. 

“Morning sugar” His usual charm on high volume, he was in an excellent mood. The band had gotten a  huge gig at a bar in a nearby town. It had a venue room that held about 500 people, and for them that was epic. Beyond huge, the biggest they had ever played somewhere, and away from home too! 

“Would you mind putting this up in the window? I want as many people to come tomorrow night as they can!” You looked over the poster, a smile crept onto your face as your eyes met Eddies and you bit your lip in excitement for him. 

“Of course Eddie. I’m so ecstatic for you! This is huge, your big break for sure. I will play nothing but Corroded Coffin all day!” You did a little hop skip of excitement around  the counter and punched his arm. 

“Seriously, super proud of you.” Eddie blushed at your words and looked at you once more before deciding to pull you into a crushing bear hug. You inhaled him, strong and musky, it made you warm inside. 

“You better be coming tonight sweetheart.” He winked at you before there was a honk from the van, his bandmates clearly getting impatient. He gave them the finger and looked back at you. 

“Seriously, I’ll put your name on the door, as you’re the only one in town who will stock the record.” 

“Eddie I am the  only record shop in town” you whined but he only smirked and gave your arm a quick squeeze before he ran out the door. 

You heard the boys in the van all “whoooo” at the same time and you saw Eddie go bright red as they drove away 

You stood in your room hours later, hair in rollers, stressing about which outfit to wear. This wasn’t a normal gig where you’d just throw on any old jeans and a ripped up old shirt. This was Eddie's big gig, you didn’t want to get lost in the crowd, you wanted him to know you were there supporting him. You settled on jeans anyway and an Iron Maiden shit, reminiscent of your first conversation. You tucked it in showing your stomach and went to the bathroom stressing about your hair and makeup. 

Once you got inside the venue, you were excited but got a little disheartened at all the stunning girls at the gig. You felt like you couldn’t compare to these bombshells. You shot another drink for good luck, nodding your head along to the opening band. The butterflies in your stomach only intensified as they finished and everyone started closing in for Eddie. You usually got keen for gigs but you felt extra giddy and bouncy as it was his band, he had your heart in chains and he didn’t even know it. You settled for a spot a few rows back from the stage, snug against a wall. There were too many girls crowding the front to get any closer. The lights dimmed and you were smiling at the stage, nerves flying off of you in static waves. 

Eddie came out on stage with his signature red guitar, tight black skinny jeans, a ripped up singlet that showed his biceps and tattoos and red boots. Eddie was also the vocalist and he sauntered up to the microphone, mouth close to it and welcomed and thanked the crowd for coming. There were a few cheers but mostly loud squeals from the few girls in the first couple of rows.

The first song played and the riff ripped through the venue, you were hooked. It was like ecstasy, his voice and playing sent you into a frenzy. You were headbanging in time with the guy next to you and shouting out the lyrics. A small mosh broke out and you pushed to be in the mosh, having the most fun you’d had at a show. Their presence was electrifying and the whole crowd could tell they were witnessing something special. 

Eddie was the most charismatic frontman. So much so that during one of their dirtier songs he lent down and started singing to her, eyes staring directly into the girl's soul, her hands were on his legs grabbing and touching. He did the same to a few other girls throughout the set. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. You sank to the back of the crowd. You knew it had to be part of the show and his presence but the way he sang to them hurt you more than you could admit. You suddenly didn’t feel special, Eddie had this way of making you feel like you were the queen in his kingdom. He was so charismatic and charming and on stage it was amplified. You slumped against the back wall of the venue, now replaying all the closing chats you had where you talked about your hopes, dreams and fears. Before the gig you were sure he likes you at least a little bit in the way your heart swelled at the mention of his name. Seeing him sing to the girls reminded you that he treated every girl the way he did with you and you tried to enjoy the end of the show without feeling sorry for yourself. 

After the gig ended you headed back out and lingered around the main bar for a while, nursing a gin and tonic deciding if you should go knock on the shared dressing room for the boys. Being on the list gave you certain advantages. Out of the corner of your eye you saw one of his bandmates, Gareth, gesturing for you to come over, he was headed back with a tray of drinks.Gareth had been in the store with Eddie a bunch of times. You drew a deep breath, scared to face Eddie feeling sad about unreturned feelings, but your feet started moving towards the backstage door. 

You followed through the door behind Gareth and were met with several girls in the dressing room, all giggling and one sitting very close to Eddie, hand on his arm who had his back to you on the couch. You awkwardly stood near the door as Gareth hustled to the table to set the drinks down. 

“Look who found her way here” Gareth nudged Eddie, who tore himself away from the girl on the couch, she looked at you intensely. 

Eddie grinned at you, you felt your heart twinge at the sight, beating faster with anxiety as he came closer to you. He handed you a beer and you skulled a few sips with him. You were loose tongued when you were tipsy and you were worried you may just pour your feelings out onto him and he would go back to the table of groupies. 

Instead you pulled yourself together, “That was one hell of a show Eddie '', he clinked his bottle against yours, biting his lip as you said that. You averted your eyes from his lip biting, knowing any kind  of light flirting would make you sad knowing if you didn’t walk in he would probably be making out with that girl. 

“I know right! I was worried you weren’t here, couldn’t see you in the crowd” he pouted at you and your heart strings pulled, heart filling with warmth for him against your wishes. You didn't want to be hurt. 

“I was in the mosh mostly, too far back to see me. That's why my hair is all messed up.” you gestured to your wavy poofy hair. 

“You have never looked more spectacular than you do right now. You’re gorgeous” 

Eddie reached up and tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, your heart hammering as he did. You both audibly heard the girl on the couch scoff. 

“Let's get some air?” Eddie suggested and you nodded. 

You found yourself in a cozy corner of the smokers area, falling into conversation easily with Eddie as he lit up a cigarette and another round of drinks had made its way to your table, perks of being the band playing. Your inhibitions were lowering and you were gaining confidence when you said, “do you usually fuck all those girls in your dressing room after shows?” 

Eddie was taken aback by the question. You had talked about your love lives before, exes and the like but never about something like this. Eddie looked at your face, he could tell you were annoyed by the girl he was speaking to before. Eddie hesitated

“I used to sleep with one or two, once our shows started getting a bit bigger. But I’m not really a one night stand person.” You considered, a little more annoyed than you originally thought. 

“Yeah but if I hadn’t showed up to distract you, you would’ve fucked that girl in there tonight” You acccused, taking a swig of your drink. 

“No I wouldn’t have! If anything, her conversation was a distraction. And what about your friend from Cali huh?” Eddie argued back. You blamed the alcohol for why you were feeling this way but you couldn’t stop now 

“He means nothing! Don’t turn this on me, Eddie. it’s almost shameful how intimate you are with those girls in the crowd.” You strained, you felt a lump in your chest, heaving with every word. 

“Sweetheart, that's just for the show, got to get everyone riled up!” You didn't say a word and he sighed, placing a hand on your knee and rubbing it. Eddie swallowed hard 

“You know I-.. I haven’t even thought about kissing anyone. Anyone at all except you darlin’. I don’t even think about other women like that, I only ever think about you” Eddie searched your face for some sign of reaction. His hand on your knee moved to lift your chin up to meet his eyes. 

“Eddie, you make me feel things I have never felt before. And- and I'm scared to get hurt.” You whispered out, looking into Eddie's warm brown eyes, breathless at your admission. Eddie placed his hand on your bar stool and dragged it as close as possible.  His knee nestled in between your legs, your thighs touching. Eddie cupped your cheek, letting his hand run down to your neck, thumb trailing along your jaw to your mouth. He had brought his face closer to yours, your hearts hammering together in sync.

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and you kissed lightly. Eddie stared at you, his hand slithering to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, your lips a mere inch apart. 

He cupped your neck and jaw again, before you lost your composure and lent in, brushing your lips against his plush ones. He exhaled sharply, bringing his other hand up to cup your jaw with both hands as he shifted close to you and entangled your lips again. You gasped as he sucked in your bottom lip, fiercely kissing you. Your hand fumbled for his shirt and collar, desperate to feel him. Eddie took a breath and before he could move, you kissed him again, licking his bottom lip as his tongue met yours and slid over your bottom lip into your mouth. You moaned against him, hand clutching and squeezing his thigh. Eddie stood up, pressing his body into yours. Eddie pulled back from the kiss  to look at you, your lips were swollen, lipstick smearing a bit onto his lips. 

“Look at you, shit, all fucked out and I haven’tt even gotten started” he whispered, hand behind your neck  pulling  you close as he nuzzled into your neck. He kissed your neck lightly, testing the waters as you gasped and let your hand disappear into his curly locks. Eddie kissed and nipped and sucked at your neck, you felt your pussy warm and clench everytime he would bite and suck, each time with more vigor and lust. You could feel Eddie’s dick against you. That alone made you whimper against him. 

“I have a room upstairs, we have a gig tomorrow so I figured why not-” You cut Eddie off with a bruising kiss, tangling your hands in his hair. 

“Yes, take me there” You whimpered out, completely under his control and absolutely soaking for him. 

He grabbed your arm, leading you back inside and up a stairway, you stumbled into his room, breathless.

Eddie pushed you against the wall and engulfed you in a kiss, fire exploded in your stomach as you sunk down to your knees, staring up at him, his eyes full of lust. 

“I have been wanting to do this for a long time” You whispered, fumbling with his belt on his pants. 

“Oh yeah? I’ve dreamed of seeing you on your knees for me” Eddie grabbed your chin and angled it to look up at him, satisfied at the already fucked out look you had on your face. You shimmed his jeans down a bit, stopping briefly, suddenly nervous to see him for the first time. Eddie instead took over, you looked down as he took his cock in his hand, stroking it up and down, groaning as he did. 

“Look at me sweetheart.” Eddie said down to you, a command, not a question. Your eyes slowly crept up, you let out a breath seeing his cock at eye level, much bigger and prettier than you were expecting. Eddie tapped it on your lips once before you took him in your mouth, licking the tip and then sucking in, until he hit the back of your throat. You breathed out harshly, refusing to let him slide out. 

Eddie groaned deeply above you, sending waves between your legs, you moaned against him as you continued to suck greedily. 

“Makin’ me feel so good baby, so good”  Eddie mumbled lustily above you, entangling his hand in your hair and forcing more of him into your mouth, you groaned at the sensation. Eddie moved your head back and forth on his dick, your jaw slack for him, his moans were sending you into a frenzy, you gagged on him once before he slid out of your mouth. 

“Dirty girl” he muttered, pulling you up and kissing you, tongue invading your mouth. His hands wrapped around you, his big hands grabbing your ass, he tested the waters by giving it a sharp slap and you gasped, convinced you’re dripping through your underwear. 

Eddie pushed you onto the nearby bed, his weight crushing as he undid your jeans and dragged them off you, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he did. His hands ran over your bare thighs, thumbs digging in at the apex of your thighs. He teased your underwear waistband, snapping it against your skin before dropping his head right between your thighs, strong hands spreading them for him, and only him. He thumbed the cloth, right against your clit and you let out a whine that turned into a moan as he  kissed your clit through the thin cloth. Eddie hooked his finger under the waistband and pulled them down slowly, spreading your legs once again. He slid his finger through your folds, you let out a whimper as he gathered your slick on his fingers and brought it to mouth, sucking it off. 

“Just as sweet as I’d thought you’d be baby” Eddie grinned before thumbing your clit slowly, your head rolled back on the bed as he drew slow teasing circles on you, occasionally teasing your tight hole. He sunk his teeth into your thigh, short sharp breaths coming from you as you almost fell apart over Eddies touches. 

“Please” You whimpered to him, Eddie’s wicked grin lighted his face. 

“Please what?” he teased, his hand abruptly stopping on your cunt. 

“Please… fuck me” you writhed on the bed, desperate for pleasure. 

“No, I'm not done with you yet.” Eddie growled and pinned your left thigh down and spread your folds, slipping two fingers inside of you, a high moan escaping your lips. 

Eddie’s fingers were long and found that sensitive spot inside you quickly as his fingers moved deliciously inside you, filthy noises escaping your mouth at the squelch of your wetness on his fingers. He thumbed your clit at the same time, you felt your build up quickly, but something felt different, more intense as his fingers relentlessly brought you higher and higher. 

“Eddie” his name left in a high pitched whine, your hips lifted off the bed as you felt your release flood through you, you shivered, lifting your hips off the bed. You felt extra wet as Eddie continued to fuck you with his fingers, you twitched beneath him, overstimulated. 

“Thats it good girl, good fucking girl.” He praised as his movements slowly came to a stop. 

You lay on the bed breathless, hair sticking to your neck, but Eddie wasn’t near done yet. 

“You squirted sweetheart, have you done that before or was it all for me?” Eddie crawled onto you, settling between your legs, tugging his hard cock as he did. 

“All for you, only for you” You replied, looking up at him. His chest lean, arms muscular and covered in tattoos, his face strained as he jerked himself off. Eddie suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled  you close to him, kissing you deeply as he slid in, a sharpness you weren’t expecting as he stilled inside you. 

“Come on sweet girl, you can take me.” Eddie peppered kisses onto your face as he moved slowly, long languid thrusts into your tight dripping pussy. 

Pleasure slowly took over you and you hooked your arms around his ass, pulling him tight against you, needing to feel him everywhere, the feeling of Eddie was addictive. 

Eddie brought his hand to your neck, running his thumb over your lip which you took into your mouth eagerly, earning a deep moan from Eddie above you. Eddie snapped his hips to yours, pressing your legs above your shoulders as his thrusts became faster and deeper. 

You were moaning loudly, not caring if the whole hotel heard you, your eyes shut tightly as he deepened the angle of his hips. You had never felt so full in your life, Eddie kept fucking you, his balls slapping on your leg. Eddie's hand found your clit, rubbing slowly again, you whimpered under his touch, unsure how much more you could take. Your breath was ragged, you were so close.

“Eddie I’m gonna-” Eddie chuckled and stopped his movements, you groaned loudly beneath him as he withdrew from you. 

“Nononono” you whined, jerking your hips up to nothing, as he moved to stand on the edge of the bed. He grabbed your ankles, yanking you to the edge and forced your head down into the mattress. 

You whined and shook your ass in front of him. 

“Eddie, please” you started playing with yourself in front of him, needing him. 

He tapped himself over your clit a few times, making you move your hand as he pushed your back down further into the bed while holding your hips up for him. Eddie slid back in, that familiar full feeling returning as he thrusted against you, his balls slapping your clit each thrust. 

“Fuck you feel so good from this angle, so good for me, so wet sweetheart” Eddie was losing it because of you, each thrust sent him closer and closer, he felt the familiar warming in his lower stomach. 

Eddie reached round and rubbed circles on your clit and you let out a loud moan, hips moving with his. You felt your stomach tighten as his cock continued to fill you up, each thrust sending you closer. 

“Eddie” you warned him, high pitched moans stringing out of your mouth. 

You crashed over the edge as Eddie fucked hard and deep into you, every word fell from your mouth as you moaned for him, he gave a final thrust before a deep gutteral moan left his lips, his hot come spilling into you. 

“Fuck sweetheart” His deep voice groaned as he collapsed next to you. 

You stayed there for a few moments staring at each other in the post hue of sex, he was smiling widely at you. 

“I suppose I better take you on a date now huh?” He said wiping his hair from his face and tying it into a bun 

“Yeah you better rockstar”

[tuliptic]

You As A Famous Person

I swear to god I have every intention in the world to make this a short one but welp I guess questions just naturally flow out from my Gemini Moon brain. Guess this will be a middle length reading so yeah let’s go!

Now. Breathe in with me, and then breathe out. And then look down.

Pile 1    -     Pile 2

Pile 3    -     Pile 4

Disclaimer: This is solely for my entertainment purposes. Take only whatever that you feel like it. If it doesn’t resonate, it’s okay to just drop it. That aside, I do not consent to my work or images used here to be used by third parties on this platform or other websites.

Decks used: Luna Cat Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Linestrider Tarot Deck, Sweet Dreams Oracle Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck, self made lyrics deck.

Pile 1

Overall theme of querent: The World

You’re giving me the vibe that you’re someone who’s at a comfortable place right now, where things have pretty much fallen in place and you’re in a sense, enjoying what life’s giving to you. I’m also seeing that you’ve probably worked hard so that things fall in place, and now you’re enjoying the feeling of success, and ready to pick up more challenges in the future.

You As A Famous Person:

You’ll be a star. That’s it. Maybe not so well received? but still a Star, nonetheless. I’m seeing something more actor than singer/artist.

I’m seeing something like… Family issues? That has brought you to the eyes of others. I’m somehow seeing scenes of like… Your family attempted to use your fame in a negative way and you got so tired of it that you’ve cut ties with them and yet they continue to pester you, saying that you’re not kind to your own family, and this and that. The cliche drama. They tried exposing you as someone negative but you have your own set of evidence and you turned the tables. But yeah, that raised your fame and people just got to know you from that.

I see that the scandal above happened during the peak of your career. And I feel like your manager is someone who knows how to use these uhhh… News? Lemme rephrase myself. You’ve gained quite an attention with what has happened, and your manager used that to get more roles for you (if you’re an actor) or to get more advertisement contracts for you during then. You’ve probably been painted as the victim and people tend to sympathise more, resulting in more… Traction? I hope I’m working this correctly.

People, especially the public would think that your uhhh fame came at the wrong time. They probably will feel a lil pity for you. It’s like… You have great works that should be significant, to lead you to proper fame, to let those works represent you, not to let your family past represent you. It’s like,,, when people talk about you, it should be “Oh yeah that person who sang for the Opening of Concert!” and not “Oh that person whose family’s an ass” kinda thing.

Your supporters/fans are drawn to you because of how open you are with your life. You tend to share the ups and downs, telling them that you’re also human. You inspire them to be able to face their fears, to understand that people on the top also face hardships, especially mental and emotional ones. This transparent side of you resonates with your fans and this is how you gain more and more supporters.

Your fame brought some form of burdens to you? But you are glad for them. Because through your fame, you’re able to help a lot of people who have similar problems as you. You’re determined to set a good (read: great) example, an inspiration to those who are suffering, who are going through a similar shit as you in the past. There’s a nurturing side in you that tries to reach out to those who are in pain, and you may use your wealth to help charity. It’s a tough battle but you’re still charging ahead to achieve your defined victory.

Overall energy: The Emperor, Wheel of Fortune rx

You see yourself as the emperor, someone who’s wise and in charge of your own life, of your own destiny. You’ve been through not so nice times, but you’re still able to steer yourself back to the path with better clarity. You expand your existing knowledge and have faith in the unknown, believing the best will show up in wondrous and unexpected ways.

Pile 2

Overall theme of querent: Justice

You’re… Yeah you like the themes of justice and usually will uphold it whenever and wherever you can. You’re also someone who’d focus on balance. Let’s say someone treated you to a meal, you’ll find any chance possible to treat that person back. It will be at the back of your head until you’ve returned the favour. You also seem to be able to see through a person easily.

You As A Famous Person:

I’m seeing that you’ll be an author. You’re good with words and may write stories, poems, screen write some of the legendaries.

The works that you’ve done touches the feminine soul. I’m seeing a lot of feminine energy. Maybe your works have talked about the tendency and delicacy of the soul, the beauty of pain and journeying through it, how clear the sounds of mornings are like, and stuff like that. There’s something soft here that I can’t put into words. Your works just have that. Maybe poetry. Yeah, sounds about it. This poem you’ve written touched the souls of so many. Yet, something this beautiful came from the broken shards of your soul.

Your fame will come to you maybe 20 years later? It sounds late but then again, writing is something lifelong, you’ll prolly spend the rest 50 years continuing writing, not only cuz that’s your occupation, but also your passion, your comfort. I would say that would be around the middle of your career? Cuz your fame will continue to rise, more and more people will know of your name.

People will think of you highly. You’re very eloquent with your words, and they evoke a really calm and serene vibe among your readers. It’s just… I don’t know how to describe it. The words are gentle, flowy, calming. Your readers immerse in your story easily and they are the type who’d turn to your works for comfort. Your name is well known among all ages because your works are for all ages. You may have even written some stories for kids and some motivational non-fictions. Yet your works that tell the stories across various lands are the ones that are the people’s favourites. 

Your works are so beautiful that people tear up, crying in the night as they flip to the next page of your book. Comfort and healing is what you’ve brought to them. You bring tranquillity and harmony. Your words are like needles, sewing up the broken hearts, piecing up the scattered souls. Your readers may cry, but your works tell them about the existence of light, of daybreak, of the future that’s just slightly further away. They pull your readers out of the darkness, giving them strength and hope to go through the days that may seem so dark.  

You’ve gotten more independent and know what style you’ve wanted to approach. Despite your flowy and soothing words, you’ve gotten more and more rational, knowing your boundaries better, knowing who to trust and who to not. There will be more and more energy vampires around you who’d try to feed on your fame and success, and you’ve learnt how to differentiate them from those who are close to you. You’re ready to act on your passions and dreams and let them lead you through your career, but not towards the people who’re waiting to take advantage of you. 

Overall energy: The Moon, Three of Wands

There’s a gentleness here that works together with a fiery and active nature. This pile is someone who can enjoy their own presence, and also can enjoy the times hanging out with their friends, someone who’s pretty balanced. This pile also may be attracting a lot of good relationships into their lives, probably some sort of collaboration will be happening in real life or collaboration as an author. Weirdly I’m also seeing song writing so some of you may be interested in this?

Pile 3

Overall theme of querent: The Star rx

I’m feeling that you’re kinda down right now, with the stress of whatever that’s been going on with your life? Like… You can’t really see the light of the tunnel and maybe you’ve been anxious? Relax, have faith, know that things that are meant to be yours will come to you.

You As A Famous Person:

Weirdly I thought of Subway Masters from Pokemon Black and White, so maybe a gamer/streamer? You’re prolly the type of person who’d wanted to play games/create content all the time and decided to make content based on your interest. It was difficult because you’re betting on everything. You’ve fought hard and continued until you started to see the results you’ve wanted to see. 

Your persistence and the number of contents you have made you famous. You’ve probably tried and streamed horror games and either passed it with an expressionless face or you were screeching the entire while. But consistency is here. Your fans have been enjoying your content and may have made memes out of certain screenshots and… Yeah there’s no turning back. Remember the doge face? Miette? That cat at the table with the eh face? Something like that that made you iconic.

I’m seeing that you’ve gotten this fame when you’re at a lower point of your career. Not to say lowest, but pretty low. Probably a meme or a short video of you streaming has gone wild and it expanded your career. I’m seeing that this happened and caught you out of nowhere. You’re shocked and you don’t know how to process this new found fame and your old fans/viewers had fun watching you suck at games/your streams because of how you’re not used to the influx of new viewers. But after a while you got used to it and was able to get back to how you usually stream.

Somehow, I feel that your fame is something that’s very satisfying, like a wish had come true. If you’ve been wishing success on this road, then yeah you’ve very much achieved it. And people around you actually are pleasantly surprised with how your career turned out, and they are happy for you. Your fame also brought some abundance to you which you gladly share with those you care about. I’m also seeing that there’s a chance of you expanding your field of contents as well? Maybe not just game streaming, but also some other streaming or game dev?

Your fans/viewers are drawn to how charismatic you are. You’re well aligned and dynamic, knowing what to say and what to not, where you stand and where you head. Your visions are well placed and you honour everything in your life, the good and the bad, and your fans/viewers know about it. You work with your dreams to reach your highest good. Your highest good here doesn’t mean your fame, but your best in your career, and your best in your life.

Your fame has made you ambitious and you’ve wanted to manage your channel well. You’ve also learnt to think on your toes faster, instead of following a planned SOP. Companies may find you wanting to sponsor you on certain things but you are selective of who you wanna voice for. I’m seeing that you’re attempting to spread more awareness in your streams and maybe include certain messages in your streams as well.

Overall energy: Strength, The Magician

There’s some strength here in the sense of persistence. I think that this persistence is how you’ve proceeded with streaming until you’ve reached a certain burst of fame. There’s this phase of transition from the quiet you to a slightly more talkative, charming you. There’s also some air energy here so there may be times where you gotta think of an answer or a reply on the spot. Thinking energy for future content planning as well.

Pile 4

Overall theme of querent: The Magician

You’re someone who’s sociable but also I’m seeing that you’re capable of doing a lot of things? Something like Jack of All Trades? You have a lot of interest in a lot of things, and you tend to easily pick up on things and continue with it for quite some time before you catch on to another thing that interests you. It’s kinda like rinse and repeat, but at least there will be some slight mastery here.

You As A Famous Person:

Manager. You know those business people who appear in magazines? Yeah that. I’m also seeing a star manager, so maybe you’ll be well sought after in the field of entertainment to manage their idols cuz of your connection, resources, and how protective you are of the idol you manage.

I’m seeing that you’ve risen to your fame because of your skills in damage control and companies have been wanting to recruit you to their company. See, a good manager fights for those who are under their wings. This. As a corporate manager, you’re known for getting sales and protecting those who may have caused blunders at certain intercompany meetings. As a star manager for celebs, you’re known for fighting for certain resources that are suitable for your idols.

I’m seeing that you’ll get famous somewhere early to mid career? Where you’ve gotten enough experience from this field. You have a keen sense of perception that somehow has fused together with your intuition and you’ve been working your ass off to be this person you’ve wanted to be. You’re okay with working at the frontlines or behind the scenes, as long as the desired results have been achieved. Tho your fame is more within the professional field, which means most of the public won’t know about you, but you’re also fine with it.

Your fame is pretty harmonious and that people would think highly of you. It’s like you enter other people’s life and pair up with them so that they can reach their highest point. Like I said in the previous paragraph, your fame is more within the professional field, but there may be chances of the public knowing you as you often appear beside your child/idol. Y’know, like that bodyguard beside IU? Yeah that kinda vibe.

Your passion towards your job is what draws your supporters to you. If you’re a star manager, the idol you’re managing will idolise you, no joke. You do your job well and manage things so well that people around you will be amazed by you. You do not give yourself any excuse and just try out everything and anything. If you’re a corporate manager, your team will look up to you, and you’ll also attract your partner company’s employees as well. That’s the charisma you hold.

There’s some sort of fatigue I’m seeing. There are too many competitions that you’ll need to deal with, may it be fighting for your idol or the company you’re representing. You just feel the tension in your back and your muscles, but you just push it away and continue working, continue striving. Sometimes, you just need to ask for help from people around you. You don’t need to put up the strong front all the time. Just allow yourself to be vulnerable at times. It’s alright.

Overall energy: The Star, Nine of Pentacles

You’re someone who has hope for whatever that’s happening in the future, in whatever you do. From this fame of yours, you probably will be able to accumulate a certain level of financial wealth, but also abundance in some other forms, for example, connections. You tend to inspire those who are learning under you and you help them to embrace the logical and creative side of them. You tend to bring good news to people around you as well, due to how hard you’ve worked.

[halfmoondaze]

Flickering Desieres

A fic collaboraton with @heavyhitterheaux

Born and raised in Y/H/T, Y/N knew from a young age that she wanted to be a singer and that she wasn’t going to let anything get in her way of her dream becoming a reality. 

She would go on to perform in local bars and coffee shops that were known to have open-mic nights and spend the rest of her time writing her own songs and posting videos of her singing on Tik Tok. 

She posted a song that she had written called “Drowning in the Blue” on the platform, not thinking much of it. However, the song quickly gained traction and went viral, amassing over 230 million views. 

As the song gained popularity on Tik Tok, she quickly caught the attention of music label executives who were eager to sign her. 

After careful consideration, she chose the small independent label “Adagio Records Co.” And the rest was history.

Every single time an opportunity presented itself, she would sing. Whether it be around the house, performing for family, or local talent shows. When she saw an opportunity to sing, she took it.

Meanwhile, Jack had just finished filming his latest movie starring Matt Damon and Casey Affleck called “The Instigator” in Portland. Overall, Jack felt more inspired than ever to go back to the studio and create new music. The last thing that he ever wanted anyone to think is that he was leaving music behind for acting, because that definitely wasn’t the case.

“Look if it isn’t the movie star.” Urban said as Jack entered the recording studio.

“Hey man.”

They did their secret handshake as Jack sat down next to him.

“How was Portland?” Nemo asked.

“Wet.” 

They started laughing from Jack’s response and Nemo just simply shook his head. 

“The label got me this list of the possible female singers we could bring in for the feature” DJ Drama said as he sat down. 

“Shoot, let’s hear it.” 

“Doja Cat?”

Jack thought for a second. “No” 

“SZA?”

“No”

“Y/N?”

Jack pauses for a moment. 

“Who is Y/N? I’ve never heard of her. Is she a new artist?”

“Her song blew up when she posted it on Tik Tok not too long ago. Since you hardly ever go on there, I didn’t really expect you to know.”

As Jack quickly learned about Y/N’s music, he became captivated by her sound as a singer which was something unlike anything he had heard before. A sound that was both fresh and somehow nostalgic. With hints of 90’s R&B, soul, and smooth jazz; mixed with contemporary pop. He found her songwriting skills impressive and authentic. He was hooked. 

At this point in time, the choice was obvious and he couldn't wait to meet her in person.

He felt as though this would be a good move for him seeing as the most he ever did with another female artist was hop on the remix version of a song. However, this time they were starting from scratch and knew that this was something that his fans had been waiting for. New features with new people.

It was true that he was worried about the hype surrounding him and his career dying down, but knew for a fact that as soon as he made the announcement surrounding the single being released, it would pick back up. 

That morning, Y/N showed up early to the studio wearing a men’s button up shirt as a dress, knee socks and sneakers wanting to be comfortable for however long that she was going to be here for. 

“Y/N, you must already know Jack.” DJ Drama introduced her.

Jack went in for a hug but Y/N stopped him reaching out for her hand for him to shake. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you.” 

Jack smiled. 

“Good things, I hope” he joked as he shook her hand. 

Jack went on and introduced Y/N to Urban and Nemo. 

“We are glad to have you here. Thank you for helping us out” he smiled. 

“Happy to help.” 

“Would you like to go over the song?” 

“No, I’m good,” she said as she entered the recording booth and put on the headphones. 

Jack was taken back by her confidence but thought it was very attractive.

“Ok. Whenever you’re ready” he said. 

That’s when Y/N who was supposed to sing the chorus to his song “Locked In” however, she completely changed the lyrics and Jack stopped her mid performance. 

“Can we stop?” Jack asked as he looked over at Nemo who simply nodded his head.

Nemo stopped the track and waited for the both of you to agree on the next steps.

Y/N takes off her headphones and turns to Jack wondering what the problem was, but deep down she knew.

“Those aren’t the lyrics” he said and turned to Nemo. “Do you have a copy of the lyrics you can give to Y/N?. 

“Oh, I know what the lyrics are” 

“Then why aren’t you singing them?” Jack asked not understanding what was happening at the moment.

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, I was told to come here to help you with your lyrics which is what I did.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Your label approached me to help you write a hit. And that’s what I'm trying to do."

“My last album was very successful.” 

“I don’t think an album that scored 2.9 on Pitchfork would be considered successful.” 

Jack looked at her stunned, not knowing how to respond.

“No offense, but your music is on a surface level” you replied not missing a beat. “You talk about all this generic stuff like proving your haters wrong, bragging about your conquests…nothing groundbreaking” you paused. “You never reveal anything about yourself.”

Jack clenched his jaw as he crossed his arms, but he didn’t look away from you as you were talking to him.

“I’m sorry?” he raised his brow, feeling a mix of surprise and irritation. No one had ever challenged him like this before.

“You’re not really saying anything” Y/N pressed. “If you want to stand out, you need to be more vulnerable”

He scoffed. 

“And just spill my dirty laundry into the world?” he shot back. “I’m not doing that”

“Suit yourself” Y/N shrugged. “But don’t expect your fans to care for your music if you’re not willing to be real with them.”

With that Jack left the studio without another word, clearly pissed off because of the exchange that had just happened. 

Y/N turned to look at DJ Drama who couldn’t contain his laughter. 

“Did I say something wrong?” Y/N curiously asked because as far as she was concerned, she was simply being honest with him. 

Jack walked out of the studio and headed over to Craig Kallman’s office who was the CEO of Atlantic Records and he quickly knocked on the door. Hearing his voice say ‘Come in.’ He proceeded to enter.

“Jack, what’s up?” He asked as he looked up at him.

“There’s a bit of an issue with the collab with Y/N. I don’t think she’s the right fit.”

Craig simply looked at him before offering his advice.

“Jack, I know it can be challenging working with a new artist, but I think Y/N can bring a fresh perspective and new life into your music.”

Jack sighs as he sits on the sofa across from Craig’s desk. 

“I’ve built my career on my own terms and I don’t want to compromise my authenticity for the sake of a hit song.”

“We’re not asking you to compromise Jack. We’re asking you to explore new possibilities and push your boundaries as an artist.” Craig says, his tone gentle but firm. “Let’s just call it a day and start over tomorrow; I’ll let Y/N know” 

Jack was feeling somewhat reassured but still conflicted. 

He stood up, thanked Craig and exited his office hoping that things would go better tomorrow

[elliereject]

stupid bitch .1

* you and ellie have been friends for years but you only recently discovered that the way you liked her was more than just friendly. unfortunately, she’s already in a relationship with a toxic girl who (surprise!) does not like you. as their relationship starts to sour, you’re the one ellie always goes to for comfort and you oblige until you can no longer take the heartache and pain you’re feeling which causes you to finally confess…blurring the already thin line between yours and ellie’s ‘friendship’.

* infidelity, oblivious!ellie, meanish!ellie, pining, anxious thoughts

* first fic, based on girl in reds Stupid Bitch bc wow does that song make me scream. if this gets any traction at all ill post pt 2 and a couple others I have in the works :) feedback is appreciated, pls enjoy and interact!!

*mdni

*wc - 4k

part .2 here

You had a love hate relationship with Ellie.

Well, it was mostly love…who were you kidding, it was all love.

She’s been your best friend for years and you were so fucking glad she was apart of your life. She’d been there for you during the worst parts like when your parents didn’t speak to you for a month after you came out and the best parts like when you got accepted into your dream school.

Every great memory in your life, Ellie was there. She was someone you could rely on and who you knew would stick by you even when she saw the worst parts of you and you hoped she knew you would do the same for her. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. Of course, it wasn’t until she started dating her that you realized your true feelings.

“I’m telling you! She’s just—she’s perfect!” Ellie gushed, your stuffed animal being squeezed to death between her lean arms.

You forced a smile onto your face, a sour feeling thrashed in your gut. “I’m happy for you, glad you guys are hitting it off.”

“We’re more than hitting it off, we’re like, on the exact same wavelength..did you know she does her own tattoos? How fucking cool is that?”

You turned back around in the chair at your desk, trying to busy yourself with the schoolwork you were supposed to be doing and rolling your eyes at her rambling. The two had been seeing eachother for the last month and she did nothing but talk about her.

“Yeah I did know because you’ve told me a thousand fucking times..” You mumbled.

“Hm?” She asked, “Sorry, Cat just sent me the funniest meme.”

She spun your chair back around to show you the meme on a cracked screen and when you saw it you wanted to take her phone and toss it out the window.

“I sent you that like 4 weeks ago.” You laughed dryly.

“Oh, for real?” She mumbled, already pulling her phone back to continue texting Cat.

You rolled your eyes again, huffing when you picked up your phone to text Jesse. He was the only one who knew about your newly discovered crush on Ellie, other than her, you considered him your closest friend and he had comforted you when you came to his dorm, eyes filled with tears and guilt after you told him that you were in fact in love with your best friend.

im going to go fucking insane.

oh brother, what did she do this time?

she won’t stop fucking talking about her ☹️ she litrly just showed me a meme cat sent her that i SENT HER WEEKS AGO and she didn’t even remember

you know ellie tho she prob just forgor fr

jesse i Litrly cant do this anymore. I’m going to rip out my air and throw my laptop at the wall.

Rip out your air? How would that work, like a breathing machine??

Die

💪💗 sorry y/n im sure it’ll get better

😐 when?

…

Before you could see his response you dropped your phone in your lap when you felt Ellie tap your shoulder, “What?”

“Said I’m gonna go piss.”

“Oh, okay.”

She got up from your bed and when she left, her phone was still there.

You shouldn’t. It’s a complete and utter violation of her privacy. If she caught you, she’d probably never talk to you again…

But you knew her password, and it was right there and you were so damn curious.

Your hands moved before you could rethink and suddenly her phone was in your hand and your eyes were skimming over her messages.

You clicked on the thread with Cat and felt your heart seize when you read what she was saved as: my girl ♥️

Despite the searing pain you felt pang through you like a hot knife, you read on.

i can’t wait to cu tonight ;))

same, u can finally get started on my tattoo!

mhm 😇 can’t you come over a little esrlier? im so bored T_T

cant :( yk im hanging out with ★ rn

yeahhhh but she’d understand you’d wanna hangout w ur gf right?? she said she was happy we started dating so she can’t get upset

what the fuck?

yeah ig but irs been a while since I last saw her

plssss els :(( just wanna hold u rn

There was a little space between this message and the next, you figured it been when you and Ellie got caught up in a conversation about your mutual hate for one of your profs.

if u rlly don’t wanna see me jus say that.

yk that’s not true id love to see u rn

then COME, if she gets upset that’s not ur problem..she has to understand you can’t spend all your time with her

What the fuck was this bitch even talking about? She was the one trying to lock Ellie up. You were about to scroll down to see what Ellie had said but you heard footsteps and threw her phone back on your bed before pretending to be stuck on a practice question.

Ellie picked up her phone and you were so scared she’d notice you were on it you thought your heart was going to pop out of your chest and fall onto your desk.

“Hey..”

Dread filtered through your body. She knows, she knows and she’s going to confront you and she’s going to storm out and you’re going to lose your best friend and—

“I think I’m gonna head out, seems like you got a lot of work to do.”

You dropped your pencil and turned to look up at her, “Are you sure? I mean we could go somewhere if you want.” You didn’t want her to leave, you wanted her to stay in your dorm with you forever.

“No.” She said quickly, backing up “It’s fine, I’ll see you later.”

“Okay I’ll see you—“

She walked out your door, letting it close.

“Later.”

—★

It was a freezing December night the first time Ellie came to you, eyes ridden with tears over a fight with Cat.

Usually, it was her calling you up to have you come over and comfort her because Cat was ‘acting weird’ and ‘being mean’. But something serious must have happened for her to be here.

A few weeks had passed since that enlightening time at your dorm where she had practically flown out of your room to go see Cat. During the following weeks, the two of you had barely talked let alone seen eachother and when you did it was almost always about Cat. You understood that you were both busy with school and she was busy with her girlfriend and you didn’t know whether it was Cat or Ellie that had forced the two of you’s separation or if it was your own subconscious mind trying to protect you from getting hurt. Either way, you missed her dearly.

She was pounding hard on your door, and when you opened it she immediately rubbed her red rimmed eyes. She lived in the other dorm building and judging from her appearance you imagined she ran here as quick as she could; Snowflakes adorned her hair and eyelashes and her nose was red from the cold, she had an old green hoodie on and plaid pyjama pants. Even on the verge of tears she was still so unbelievably gorgeous.

“Ellie, it’s like 3AM..” You said groggily, you knew she had trouble sleeping but she usually texted you if she needed a distraction.

“I know just, please I need to talk to someone. And Dina’s with Jesse and Cat fucking—” She paused, sniffling.

You sighed, stepping to the side so she could come in and you could close the door that was currently blowing in cold air from the freezing hallway.

“What happened?”

“It’s Cat.”

Of fucking course. Fury engulfed you, Ellie wasn’t one to cry often or even come close to it so Cat must’ve done something pretty fucked up.

“She was being so distant and I don’t even fucking know what I did and then some fucker I don’t even know just sent me this,”

She shoved her phone in your face and the image made even more anger surge throughout you. It was blurry but you could still make out two figures, one with short black hair—Cat, and another unrecognizable. Cat had her arms locked around the mysterious girls neck and the two were not just kissing but full on frenching. You wanted to throw insults so bad but Ellie was upset and that was more important than dissing her girlfriend.

“Oh Ellie, I’m so sorry.” you said softly, pulling her in for a hug.

She sniffled and wiped her nose, “Yeah, thanks.”

“So, are you two..” you trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know, maybe. I sent her a text about the picture and told her to call me but she hasn’t answered.” Ellie said, pulling away.

“Ellie are you serious?” You questioned, looking into her green eyes. “She fucking cheated.”

Ellie looked to the side, avoiding your scrutinizing gaze.

“There could be more to the story.”

You scoffed, “Looks pretty straightforward to me, she went to party, made out with another girl and is completely ignoring you.”

Her jade eyes scanned your face before she shook her head, “You don’t like her.”

No shit you don’t like her.

“That’s not true.” You lied.

“Yes it fucking is! at first I thought I was overthinking it but whenever I bring her up you get this…this look on your face.” She accused.

“What look? This i—“

“That look!” She cut you off, pointing a long finger in your face. “Like..like you’re about cry or blow up or something.”

“I—“ Before you could defend yourself Ellie’s phone rang, the two of immediately knowing who it was. Ellie cleared her throat and answered before the second ring even started.

“Babe?” She croaked out and you winced, both at the nickname and the pain in her voice. You couldn’t listen to this.

“I think..you should go.” You said quietly, walking toward your door to open it for her.

Her eyes flashed to your face before she nodded and walked out, phone still close to her ear.

That night as you crawled back into your bed and warm tears hit your pillow you never wanted to rip out your heart more because the love you had for her was still there, never wavering and consuming you entirely even though you knew it would never be requited.

— ★

It’d been weeks since that night and since you’d talked to Ellie. You didn’t mean for the gap to stretch this long, you decided to give her some space after your…argument? And then you had finals, and then winter break where you went back home to visit old friends and reluctantly, your parents.

You came back two days before classes started up again so you could ease back into your routine. In the last few weeks you tried your hardest to push thoughts of Ellie out of your mind but you cared for her too much to completely disregard her and bits and pieces slipped through the guards you had put up.

You layed on your dorm bed, sighing as you stared at Ellie’s Instagram.

Back together, you thought.

Over the course of Cat and Ellie’s relationship, you’d learned how to tell when they were ‘on a break’ and when they were together just from her Instagram.

When they were together, her profile picture was the two of them, Cat pressing her lips against Ellie’s cheek and Ellie with her eyes scrunched closed, a joyful look on her face. Ellie also had a highlight labled with nothing but a cat emoji as well as a few random posts of them doing more random shit.

When they were ‘on a break’; Ellie’s profile picture was the default one and she had no highlights, and a singular picture posted; her and Joel after her highschool graduation. After Ellie saw the picture of Cat at that party it’d been like that for two and a half weeks and you silently hoped it’d stay that way forever.

Now, her profile picture was the two of them looking happier than ever and you couldn’t help but feel mocked while you moped miserably in your cold dorm alone, your only comfort being the stuffed animal that you held close to your chest.

You missed her, desperately.

You couldn’t do this anymore, you had to have her in your life even if it wasn’t the way you wanted. You sat up, brushing the stray tears from your face you didn’t know had fallen. Determination coursed through you, you were going to break the silence first.

Ellie was getting back tomorrow so you arranged a plan, you’d pick up a pepperoni pizza from her favourite diner—pizza was her favourite food and you’d called her basic when she first told you, which she replied “Anybody who says they don’t like pizza or pizza is basic are trying too hard to be different, pizza is the only perfect thing in the world.” and you shoved her arm playfully telling her to just eat the freaking pizza— the memory made your heart hurt but you swallowed the feeling.

Then, you’d pick up both yours and her favourite snacks from the 7/11 near your campus along with a few sodas.

And finally, the main item of your grand scheme, stopping by the blu-ray store to pick up the first Jurassic Park, the two of you could always watch it on Netflix but she preferred having the physical thing, stating it felt more ‘authentic.’

It was going to be the perfect night, and by the end of it, it would be like the entire last month and couple weeks never happened. The two of you would be back to normal.

— ★

You’d spent the entire next day anxious about seeing Ellie again. You’d woken up early on accident and had to find things around your dorm and campus to busy yourself until it was time to get ready and grab all the items on your list.

And now here you were at— you checked your phone, 6:43 PM— pyjama clad and balancing a pizza box and your phone in one hand and two bag fulls of snacks and Jurassic Park in the other.

You placed one bag down to knock on the door and you heard shuffling before it swung open. To your distaste, the person who opened the door was not your best friend/crush/reason for breathing, but instead her girlfriend who you knew didn’t like you. Could you blame her though? You were in love with her girlfriend. Although she didn’t know that, at least…you don’t think she did.

You can’t believe you hadn’t thought about what you’d do if she was here, the pair seemed to always always always be together when they weren’t ‘on a break.’ Your eyes trailed down her form, she had on tiny plaid pyjama shorts and a thick green hood on that you recognized as Ellie’s. Jealousy plunged through you like boiling, corroding acid.

“Babe, who is it?” You heard Ellie call down from somewhere in the dorm and your stomach flipped, it’d been so long since you’ve heard her voice.

“Your friend.” She deadpanned.

“Who?” Ellie questioned, walking into view of the door frame. Her short auburn hair was out of it’s usual style and laid damp against her neck along with a towel, she was wearing thick navy sweatpants and a thin white tank top. Your eyes immediately landed on the black ink that trailed across her right forearm. She looked fucking amazing.

“★?” Her jade eyes widened, “What are you doing here?”

You held up the pizza box and movie half heartedly, “Surprise?”

She smiled and you swear to fucking god you almost dropped everything you were holding to whip out your phone and snap a picture. You’d missed her smile so much and seeing it online just wasn’t enough.

“Come in, you and Cat can catch up while I finish drying off.”

You looked at Cat, honestly forgetting she was there. Her dark eyes bored into you and you couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was with her short black hair and milky skin. Why were the pretty ones always fucking crazy?

She stepped to the side so you could walk in and put everything down on the old coffee table.

Awkward silence enveloped the space between you two before you cleared your throat, she was Ellie’s girlfriend whether you liked it or not which meant you’d being seeing a lot more of her so you had to atleast be civil.

“I like your hoodie.” You tried, giving her a weak smile.

“Thanks. It’s Ellie’s.” Maybe you imagined it, but you swore you heard a bit of a mocking emphasis on Ellie.

You sighed, taking a seat on the worn green sofa Ellie had found on Facebook market place for what she thought was ‘the deal of the century.’

“Hope you like pepperoni pizza.” You tried again.

“I’m vegetarian.”

Of course she was.

“Oh..you could pick them off?”

She scoffed, trudging off in the direction of Ellie, leaving you to sit alone. This was not going as planned, you’d wanted to spend one on one time with Ellie and discuss what the fuck had happened in the last month but it’d just be awkward when the elephant was literally in the room.

The two returned, Ellie’s hair dryer now and towel discarded. Ellie plopped down beside you and you didn’t miss the way Cat’s eye twitched.

Ellie’s eyes landed on the box of pizza, her face lighting up. “No way, I thought they were closed during the holiday’s.”

You smiled, “Guess I was lucky.”

She smiled back and your gaze met hers, your heart picked up in speed when you saw something in her warm jade eyes…something soft and—

Before you could inspect it further Cat slid past your legs to sit on the left of Ellie, separating the two of you again and almost pushing you off the couch.

Cat leaned into Ellie and you thought you saw her stiffen in the corner of your eye but when you turned to look at her she was back to normal, maybe you imagined it.

“You brought a movie?” Ellie asked, eyeing the small black rectangle on the table.

“Oh, yeah! Jurassic Park.” You leaned forward, picking it up.

“On blu-ray?” Cat snarked, “Isn’t that a little outdated.”

You looked at Ellie but she was focused on the the pizza, already downing a slice and a half.

“I think it’s fun, feels more..authentic.” You replied, noticing the small smirk that crept on to Ellie’s face.

You got up, fiddling with the small TV and DVD player like you did many times before when you and Ellie had a movie night. Finally, the movie started playing and you grabbed a bag of snacks as you eased into the beanbag instead of sitting back down on the couch.

Guess yours and Ellie’s talk could wait.

The movie droned on and Cat inevitability fell asleep on Ellie, you pulled out your phone as the scene where Donald Genarro gets eaten by a T-Rex while on the toilet started up.

You were answering snaps, liquorice hanging from your mouth when you got a text from Ellie, you looked up and saw her staring at you.

Bored?

You smiled,

We’ve seen this movie like a million times. I’m tired of watching an attorney get chomped up on the toilet. 😔

she stifled a laugh,

are u serious? 😫 that’s like the best scene.

personally, I like the end where they make it off the island.

Ofc u do 😒 always a sucker for happy endings.

You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

Hey can I ask u smth

ofc what’s up?

whyd you come here tonight? don’t get me wrong I’m glad u did its just. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from u and then u just like shoe up lol

shoe up? 🤨🤨

She frowned jokingly.

I’m srs.

Your fingers hovered over the letters as you thought of how to answer, you couldn’t just tell her that you’d been thinking of her aimlessly in the last month and you’d decided to push away the immense romantic feelings you had in order to at least stay friends with her now could you?

i just missed you and I thought like, why did we even stop talking in the first place, yk?

As you typed the next message you felt heat creep up your neck and your heart pick up just a tad. It wasn’t risky per say..just a little intimate.

tbh, ive been missing you the entire past couple weeks. like so fucking much 🫥

You added the emoji to soften the blow, make it seem less like you were in love with her and her absence caused a gaping hole in your life.

tbh, me too. im sorry abt that night btw. i was angry and felt betrayed and I lashed out on u even tho u were just looking out for me, and im sorry for not reaching out.

I understand and I’m sorry too. for yelling and not reaching out sooner 💗😞

I don’t forgive you.

Panic flooded your brain, was she still upset? Did she not want to be friends with you anymore? Did you wait too long to reach out? Ellie looked at your frightened face and tapped quickly, reassuring you.

Joking joking! I was gonna say i might if u come over like this more often but.. yeah 🥸

You sighed, relief washed over your body and you giggled.

u always have the worst timing.

You glanced up at her expecting to see a smile but your heart tugged at her expression, she looked..sad. The usual gleam in her jade eyes was gone and her soft lips were pulled into a solemn frown.

i know

Before you could pick apart the message a shiver jolted through your spine and goosebumps covered your neck and arms. When did it get so cold?

hey is ir kind of cold in here?

yeah the heaters busted. turns on and off 😒 i asked matinance to come take a look but yk how those mfs are.

damn..r ur blankets still in the same place?

nah i moved them a while ago they’re by the actually lemme just show u

Ellie peeled Cat off her shoulder carefully as to not wake her up and motioned for you to follow her. You got up from your seat on the beanbag and treaded quietly behind her.

She led you into her room and as she dug in the back of her closet you took in the space. It’d been too long since you’ve last been in there, you breathed in the familiar earthy-pine scent that was so inadvertently Ellie and eyed the bed you and her have had countless conversations on. Your eyes travelled to the guitar that stood against her bed frame, the wood worn from years of both her and Joel playing, she’d only played for you a couple of times and even then it was little snippets as she felt too embarrassed to play you a full song.

“Here.” Your eyes snapped back to her and the plush green blanket she held out. You were confused for a second but then you’d remembered why you came in here in the first place.

“Oh right, thanks.” You reached for the blanket but you must’ve anticipated for it to be lighter because it fell from your hand and landed with a soft thump on the floor.

She sighed playfully, reaching down to grab it, “Always a klutz, huh, bug?”

Your breath hitched at the nickname. She’d started calling you her lovebug back in elementary school to tease you since you always demanded she leave bugs and other insects alone and always opted for the piece of paper and cup method to set them free instead of her brutal method of stomp until they’re dead. The only insects she really liked were fireflies, she didn’t really have a reason..she just did.

However, she stopped calling you it when she had started dating Cat and resorted back to her regular “dude” “bro” and “man”. You forced your heart not to read too much in to her use of it, it probably just slipped out, nothing more nothing less.

She picked up the blanket and put it in your hands, placing one on top of yours to make sure you were holding it properly. And that would’ve been fine and dandy if she let go and you would’ve shuffled back to your seat on the beanbag and it would’ve been normal, and it would’ve been okay.

Only, she didn’t move her hand. She let it rest in top of yours, the heat from her body travelling to yours, igniting you in a way you don’t think was possible. You looked up to meet those familiar pools of jade, finding the same look you had seen when the two of you were on the couch; soft and wanting.

It’s funny really, you had shown up here with so much ready to say and now look at you. Completely silent, terrified that if you even breathed too loud it would shatter whatever blissful moment was going on.

But your heart battered against your chest, screaming and thrashing at you.

it’s NOW or NEVER. SAY IT, SAY IT, SAY IT!

“I like you.”

Silence. There was no echo in the room but you swore your words bounced around the walls and hung in the air.

“What?” She breathed, taking a step back.

This was wrong, you knew it was. Her girlfriend was literally less than 10 feet away and the two of you had just started talking again, but you couldn’t do it anymore. You needed to tell her, if there was even a sliver of a chance she felt the same way you were going to take it.

“I like you— more than a best friend like, and I have for a while. And I know you’re dating Cat and I get that you like her, I really do. But I can’t do this anymore, Ellie. I can’t sit and pretend I’m happy for you because I’m fucking not. Whenever I see you two together, kissing and hugging I wish it was me—fuck I wish it was me.”

“Bug,” She paused, closing her eyes briefly, “ ★..I’m dating Cat.”

“You think I don’t!—“ You paused, urging yourself to breathe and counting to ten slowly.

nine..ten.

“You think I don’t know that?” You repeated, calmer.

“★..” Ellie began but you pushed on.

“Ellie can’t you see how..how bad she is for you?”

“What?” She asked, anger lacing her voice.

“She’s hurt you time and time again, and I’m always the one who has to comfort you just for you to go back to her after a few sweet words…she doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re not apart of my relationship you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” She spat.

You huffed, blowing out air as you tried to breathe again.

eight..nine..

“Just because you’re fucking in love with me doesn’t mean you get to come in here and act like you know a single fucking thing because you don’t.”

Fuck breathing, fuck ten.

“You stupid bitch! She doesn’t fucking care about you. Why can’t you see the one for you is me.” You yelled, then gasped at your outburst. It had taken both of you by surprise, even when you and Ellie got into the nastiest of arguments you never yelled at eachother—minus that one night a month ago. It felt good, letting out all the emotion you had harboured for so, so long.

The two of you were centimetres away, having inched closer to yell in eachothers faces but now it was quiet, except for the laboured breathing that expelled from both of you, fanning over eachothers lips.

Icy jade met the fire burning behind your eyes, the juxtaposition was so intense you thought if your heart beat any faster you’d go into cardiac arrest.

“..You’re the one for me..?” She said, a ghost of a whisper.

And It was quick, so quick you almost didn’t catch it but you did. Her eyes flitted a fraction of an inch down to your lips and fuck, it was over for both of you.

Your lips crashed into hers, her large hands found promise at the nape of your neck, pushing you closer as she slotted her mouth against yours. The blanket in your hands long forgotten as it fell back to the floor. It was heated, hungry, passionate, and desperate. Months of hate, love, frustration, and separation rolled into one long awaited meaningful kiss.

It was when her hand trailed down to your hip, pulling you flush against her body and snaking under your top to brush over your skin that ellicited a sweet noise from you and her tongue sliding across yours, that she finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Fuck.” She breathed, her voice raspy and you bit your lip when you felt your clit pulse.

“I need to—“

“I think you—“ the two of you spoke at the same time making both of you pause.

“I need to go.” You whispered, so quiet she almost didn’t hear you.

She nodded and watched as you turned around and walked out of her room, she stayed like that, standing and barely breathing until she heard the familiar noise of her dorm door closing before she allowed herself to crumble to the floor and hang her head in her hands.

“Els?” Her head shot up, thinking you had returned but she felt guilt flood her body when her face fell in disspointment at the sight of her groggy girlfriend.

“Hey..we need to talk.” She sighed.

She really did have the worst timing.

[meanbossart]

Another ask compilation!

There already is some! If you search up "orin the red" in my blog there's some art to be found of them together (after you scroll by all the essay length replies to asks I've gotten about her 🤦) and I definitely want to draw more of it in the future.

(This ask is referring to mine and @barbatusart comics, not my silly BG3 stuff, just in case anyone gets confused) ALAS, Sad Sack and Sortie seem to be what me and Nick have taken to calling part of the Unpublishable Triad: It's Gay, It's Violent, and it's too long. The point is that publishers don't want anything to do with it. We've actually gotten really close once, signed a contract and everything, but then the place gained some traction and decided they didn't want us in their repertoire anymore.

We've considered self-publishing again and again, but unfortunately we don't really have the financial means for something like that. We hope as we expand and entertain slightly less erm outrageous stories that we will come across some new opportunities.

(more asks below the cut)

AGREED, I don't think there's much of a way for me to both keep him in character AND keep her alive (since she has such a problem with Shadowheart) but if Shadowheart hadn't been mega racist I bet Lae'zel and DU drow would have had a lot of funny conflict (he would have relentlessly looked down on her blind faith) broken up with their mutual love for senseless violence. Probably at least 1 rage fuck in there before Astarion came peacocking in.

Thank you!

Not really, I don't really like dividing my attention with other things when I draw, not to mention that I do a lot of picking things up and putting them down again which doesn't seem very apt for art-streaming.

THANK YOU SO MUCH DUDE! I Nick is the sole writer behind the original series and of 95% of Sortie (I butt in there here and there because I'm also a huge Sal fan lol) so all the dope semiotics and symbolism are thanks to him and his big, beautiful brain. I'm beyond lucky to have found someone so talented to work with.

Thank you so much again for your patronage and support, I'm glad you have been enjoying the rest of our work!!!

THANK YOU!!! I draw a lot of inspiration from western comics, and I'm a big fan of the art of Sean Murphy and Jason Shawn Alexander. I was also reading JtHM and Hellsing in middle school which I'm sure caused some kind of irreversible damage to my psyche.

LOL, IT'S AN HONOR TO BE THE FREAK OF THE FANDOM, and it's a joy to hear that I've given you and your friends some good laughs. Thank you!

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I have a ton of other sweet messages that I can't reply to individually without risking turning this into a LOOK-AT-ME fest, but as always thank you so much to everyone who decides to drop by with a nice word of encouragement, support, or just to let me know that they enjoy my characterizations, I very much appreciate it!

[leviathans-watching]

(tech) support

day 3: hugs

includes: levi & the brothers

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: deals with levi's anxiety, so if tha'ts sensative for you beware! and for @ombrotherlylove2023 week day 3!

Levi’s hands shake as he looks at the stage. Why did he have to be the one to give this speech? In front of the entire student body, no less. Sure, it was his app that had gained traction and been published in articles and everything, but would the school even care about it? What if they laugh him off the stage, or worse, only clap out of pity? 

He should just quit now. Turn around. There’s an episode of an anime he’s watching airing today anyway, and he’d really hate to miss it. 

A hand on his shoulder stops him. Levi nearly jumps out of his skin. 

“You’re going to do great,” Lucifer says, voice so confident it doesn't leave any room for argument. “Seriously. You’ve got this.” 

“Yeah,” Satan says from his other side. “Your app is cool, so be proud of it. Go show them what you’ve made.” 

Levi’s hands tense and his notes crumple slightly in his grip. Beel whacks him on the back in what’s probably supposed to be a supportive gesture but really just winds him slightly. 

“But what if I don’t? What if I mess up, or what if nobody cares?” he asks, shoulders slumping. “Or what if I trip and fall in front of everyone? I can’t do this.”

“Levi,” Mammon says, uncharacteristically sincere. “You’ve got this, you hear? Now,” he says with a shove forward, “get up there and crush it.” 

Already moving, Levi lets his feet carry him up to the mic dazedly. It takes him a moment to adjust the stand and organize his notes, but, to his surprise and relief, the lights directed towards the stage are bright enough to hide most of the audience, save his brothers, who are huddled off to the side. He looks at them, swallowing, and Belphie gives him a nod while Asmo does a double thumbs up. Okay, the sooner he starts talking, the sooner it can be over. 

Moving on autopilot, Levi somehow gets through his speech without any major mishaps. The demons all clap, and he wobbles off stage, legs like jello. 

“Hey, you did it!” Asmo cheers, wrapping him up in a big hug when he reaches them. Levi just stands there, kind of boneless. “That was so good!” 

“Really?” he asks. “I don’t remember most of it.”

“You killed it,” Mammon says, pulling him into a side hug once Asmo lets go. “And you faced your fears on top of that. Congrats, bro.” 

“Thanks,” Levi mutters, cheeks heating. He leans into Mammon, trying not to be obvious about it. Mammon, of course, notices, but for once isn’t annoying and only tightens his grip. “I’m just glad it’s over.” 

Lucifer smiles at him. “Was it really so bad?” 

“Well,” Levi ducks his head, “yes. But you guys helped, so thanks for that I guess. But I don’t want to go anywhere near that stage any time in the foreseeable future, got that?” 

Everyone laughs, and Levi smiles. Now that he’s over most of the nerves and stuff, he has to admit, it did feel pretty cool to talk about his creation. One that was deemed cool enough to be talked about like this. 

“Alright, alright,” Mammon says, extracting himself from Levi with a slap on the back–in the same spot as Beel’s had been, ouch!–“Let’s go get something to eat. Levi, you can pick.” 

Levi pales. What if he picks a bad place, and no one’s in the mood for it? Or what if a group as big as them is a burden upon the restaurant staff? Or–

“Stop overthinking it,” Satan says bluntly. “We’ll be fine with whatever you choose. And the restaurant will be lucky to get our business. So where do you want to go?” 

A small smile spreading on his lips, Levi asks, “Really? Anywhere I want? Even if it’s the cat cafe downtown?” 

“Yes!” Satan exclaims at the same time Lucifer says “No!”, and Levi laughs. 

“I’m kidding. How does pork barbeque sound?” 

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[musings-of-a-college-dork]

Steve Harrington's First Kiss

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word count: roughly 4.9K

When Tommy H has his very first kiss with Carol in eighth grade, Steve realizes he has to step up his game before he gets to high school.

Warnings: Pre Canonical writing, all fluff, a single peck on the lips, characters are all in middle school but all fluff no adult content, SFW. 

Author’s note: Was chatting with a friend of mine about middle school Steve and we couldn’t help but decide that Tommy had his first kiss first so…here’s a little snippet about Steve! Completely fluff, very SFW!   

It was a usual day at Hawkins Middle School. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping as spring approached, and the eighth-grade boys were being eighth-grade boys. A special kind of eighth-grade boy though because Tommy H had somehow managed to get a first kiss before anyone else. 

“Yep, that’s right boys!” He said as he put his thumbs in his belt loops with all the middle school swagger he could manage, “Carol kissed me right here!” He pointed at his lips with a cocky smirk on his face. 

“Thank god someone did,” Steve Harrington, the usual ring leader of the group chimed in, “Cause we all thought you’d never get one.” This got a chuckle from the middle schoolers making Tommy frown. While he was always content when Steve made jokes, he hated when they were at his expense. 

“Oh yeah? Well, you haven’t had a first kiss,” Tommy H said as he crossed his arms which got a big response from the rest of the middle school boys. Steve shifted a little bit, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“That’s not true,” Steve said as he stood up from the bench he had been sitting on, “I kissed Alic-”

“Alice would kiss anyoneeeee,” Tommy said as he looked at Steve, glad to be gaining some traction over his leader, “You gotta kiss someone who wouldn’t kiss anyone to prove it’s a real first kiss.”

“That is not how…fine,” Steve said as walked over to Tommy, towering over him even in the eighth grade, “I bet you I can get anyone here to kiss me.” Another big oooooh came from the boys standing by.

“Anyone?” Tommy asked, his eyes lighting up which made Steve’s stomach flip but he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, “Anyone.” Tommy smiled more, a sinister sort of smile…as sinister as a middle school boy on a war path could get as he pointed to a group of kids chatting by the swing set. 

“Y/N L/N.” Steve felt his stomach drop as he looked over in the direction Tommy was pointing. There were several people Tommy could have picked in that direction that would have been fine. There was Nancy Wheeler who Steve had always thought was pretty, her long brown hair and pretty smile. Steve would like to kiss Nancy. There was Tina who Steve had always thought was cool. She did cool stuff that the other kids hadn’t done growing up like jumping off the swing at full height and dancing on tables in elementary school…and in middle school now that he thought about it. Basically, she was cool and so she wouldn’t be a bad option, he might even get some cool points himself. And then there was Barb. Barb was fine. She had always been fine. She was usually quiet when Steve was around her, happy to stand in Nancy’s shadow and let the other girl do the talking, sometimes giggling. She would have been fine too. 

But no, Tommy had to pick Y/N. Y/N who made Steve’s chest tighten when she walked by. Y/N who had beaten Steve in a soccer match - something no one would ever seem to let him forget. Y/N who was from the big city and always had smart ideas and talked way too much in class and got too much praise and made Steve’s head hurt when she talked with him, to him, even in his vague vicinity. Y/N L/N who he couldn’t stand because he wanted her to like him so much it made his heart ache. 

“Chickening out already?” Tommy asked Steve with a smirk, proud that he had chosen so well. 

“No way,” Steve scoffed as he started to make his way over to the group before pausing in his tracks. Nancy was over there, and Barb, and Tina…and Y/N was gonna say no. She was definitely gonna say no with all of them there.

I’ll just kiss her and then walk away. Without asking? That’s a big no- But it’s for a dare, she’ll understand - that makes it worse!

“Time’s ticking Harringto-”

“Butt out Tommy, I’ll do your stupid dare,” Steve said as he rolled his eyes, “You didn’t put a time limit on it so I’m gonna take my time.” 

“Oooo what a ladies' man-”

“I am and I always will be,” Steve spat back before muttering under his breath, “I’ll get Y/N L/N to kiss me if it’s the last damn thing I do.”

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It had been a good day at school. Y/N had made an A on her science exam and an A+ on her math exam which meant she was allowed to go to the sleepover Nancy was having tomorrow night without having to do any chores! Her mom had agreed that two As meant she could go to Nancy’s right after school. Literally, nothing could bring down this-

“Hey Y/N.” Y/N stopped in her tracks as she held her textbook closer to her chest as she walked toward her locker. She turned with furrowed eyebrows to find Steve Harrington standing there. Steve was a year older than her and they didn’t really talk that much. Y/N was in advanced math though so she had that with him since it was just regular math for his grade level but Nancy and Barb were there so she spent most of her time with them. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she had spoken to Steve, if ever. She had just admired him from afar. That was it. He was hard to miss. He was loud and rude and annoying and hung out with Tommy H who was the worst and-

“Hi,” Y/N said before turning away before she stood awkwardly in the hallway staring at Steve Harrington for any more time.

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s the rush?” Steve asked as he came to stand in between her and the locker she was trying to get to. 

“I need to put my books away before study hal-”

“You’ve got time,” Steve said with what he perceived to be a suave smile. “I feel like we haven’t spoken and I want to fix that.” Y/N’s brows furrowed even more as she looked at him.

“Why?” Steve let out a sigh before getting really quiet after scanning the hall to make sure Tommy H wasn’t anywhere in sight. He didn’t say I had to keep the bet a secret, Steve thought.

“Look Tommy had his first kiss with Carol the other day and now he won’t stop giving me shit over the fact that…can I kiss you?” Y/N blinked at him, standing in complete silence.

“What?”

“Y/N,” Steve said keeping his voice low, “I need to kiss you to win a thing with Tommy. I…please. I promise it will be quick and…just, please. I need this.” Y/N stared at him like he had grown a third head.

“We’ve never spoken,” She said in a calculated tone, “We’ve never spoken ever before this. And now you’re asking me to kiss you?”

“No, I’d kiss you, that's a very different thing,” Steve said with a duh look which only made Y/N question this even more. “Look I’m begging here Y/N. Please, this means a lot to me.” Y/N looked at him for a second more and he was sure he’d be shot down by the new girl for good this time - a terrible start to his romantic life.

“Okay.” Now it was Steve’s turn to stand and blink.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N nodded, “You can kiss me after school when no one is here to watch.”

“But…but the whole point is for Tommy to know it happened-”

“This is your first kiss, right?” Y/N asked as she opened her locker, now taking a new tactic of complete disinterest.

“No,” Steve scoffed as he watched her, “It’s not-”

“Then why is Tommy having you do this if not to reclaim your title as King of whatever round table you crawled off of?” The wit of her words had Steve grasping at straws. Who knew Y/N L/N had so much bite? “If you want to kiss me then wait until everyone had left and you can kiss me then. If not, then no.” With that, Y/N slammed her locker door shut and headed off down the hallway to her homeroom for study hall leaving Steve gaping in the hallway, mouth opening and closing like a fish. 

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Study hall passed without much to do, as did third period. When it was time to go to lunch period - her last period before math and then home, Y/N couldn’t have been more thankful since all day her brain had been thinking about what Steve had said. She tried to forget it but…she just couldn’t. I just liked leaving him speechless, she figured, yeah that’s it. And that was part of it for sure. But the other part… 

“So glad class is done!” Nancy said as she and Barb made their way over to the table where Tina was already sitting. 

“ Oh my gosh you guys, did you hear that Carol kissed Tommy today? He hasn’t shut up about it all damn day.”

“Yeah,” Barb piped up, only one to talk when spoken to except when she was with her friends. “He was telling everyone he’s the only 8th-grade boy to have had a first kiss. Like a real one.”

"What’s a real kiss, then?” Tina opened their lunch box and pulled up a knarled peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "I’ve kissed lots of people.”

“No you haven’t,” Nancy chimed in, “No one has kissed lots of people in middle school!” 

“Where did Carol kiss Tommy?” Barb deflected to appease her friends.

“On the lips,” Tina added as she looked for Carol, “Hey where is she anyway? She usually sits with…” Tina stopped and let out a gasp as she pointed to where Carol had infiltrated the all-boys sports table that sat across the cafeteria from the table they were all at now, “She’s gone rogue!” 

"Ew, how can she eat and look at them at the same time?” Barb nudged Y/N. 

“I mean some of them are kinda cute,” Y/N whispered as she opened up her orange. Tina’s eyes widened. 

"WHAT??” The group turned to see what Tina was yelling about now. "Betrayal. Who has caused you to stray?”

“OOOOOoooo” Nancy giggled. "Does Miss Y/N like someone?”

"Oh my god who is it?” Tina pushed. 

"Is it Kevin?” Nancy badgered. 

"Is it Steve?” Barb raised a brow knowingly.

"It’s definitely Kevin,” Tina rolled her eyes.

“It is not Kevin,” Y/N said avoiding Barb’s look with everything she had in her, “He yells too loud in gym." Tina laughed and swung an arm around their friend. 

"Truth.”

"Then who is it?” Nancy leaned in. "We won’t tell anyone.”

"You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want too.” Barb nodded, understanding things perfectly. Barb was like that. 

"Yes you do,” Tina laughed.

“I don’t like anyone,” Y/N said as she shook her head with a smile, “I don’t know anyone here like you guys do.” 

"You don’t have to tell us, Y/N. It can be your secret until you’re ready.” Tina smiled at Y/N, assuring her. 

“I’m going to be guessing every day,” Nancy shook her head and helped herself to another bite of pasta. 

"What do you mean?” Tina asked with a lowered voice.

“I just have only been here for a couple months,” Y/N shrugged, “I haven’t even spoken to a lot of the kids! Like I hadn’t spoken to St…to a lot of people before today.” Nancy gasped. 

"Oh my gosh. You do like Steve!” She giggled to herself. 

"You like Steve?” Tina asked louder. Barb shook her head with a smile. 

"You like him?” Tina scrunched her face up. "Why?”

“I do not like Steve!” Y/N said loudly, before going quiet again, “I do not. He’s annoying and is a sports guy. We don’t like the sports guys.”

"Who says we don’t like sports guys?” Tina smiled. 

"He’s really cute, Y/N. I don’t blame you.” Nancy winked. 

"He is cute,” Barb affirmed. 

"What’s got you hens clucking?” Carol had walked over, standing by the table with a superior hand on her hip. 

“Hi Carol,” Y/N greeted, glad for the distraction. 

"I don’t know if you guys heard…but I kissed Tommy today,” Carol said with humility.

"We did hear. Congratulations!” Barb chirped. 

“Was it good?” Nancy asked. “I feel like everyone’s kissing and I need to start taking notes or something.”

“Nance please,” Y/N scoffed as she smiled at her friend, “You could kiss any boy you wanted here! You’re smart and pretty and really kind!” Nancy blushed. 

“The same could be said for you, Y/N.” Carol’s eyes widened, turning to Y/N. 

“Yeah, really you could kiss anyone you wanted,” Carol winked at her, nodding her head back towards the others. 

“Just because she could doesn’t mean she should,” Tina teased.

“I don’t think so Carol,” Y/N said with a little laugh, “I’m the new kid. Remember? That’s weird.” 

“But you’re so wonderful,” Barb encouraged. “Anyone would be lucky to get a kiss from you.” Tina nodded with vigor. 

“Barb. I love you. Grow up,” Carol put a hand on her shoulder. 

“Be nice,” Y/N fake scolded as she scooted over so Carol could come to sit by her where she usually did, “Just because you had lunch with the sports boys now doesn’t mean you can make fun of Barb.” 

“No no, of course not. Barb knows that I’m just kidding,” She smiled. 

“Yeah, you’re funny Carol,” Barb smiled and shoved the rest of her sandwich into her bag. The bell rang right after, telling all the kids to get a move on to their next class.

“Nancy,” Y/N called to the girl who was chatting with Barb, “You ready for math?” 

“Yeah for sure,” Nancy said as she grabbed her things and the two girls took off down the hall.

Oh god, Y/N thought, Steve is gonna be in math…She was sure to hide behind Nancy and Barb as she entered the classroom. Steve sat up straighter when he saw her friends walk in, slightly confused as to why she looked like she was hiding behind them. She tried to walk over to her usual desk…but it was that time of the week when they got new seats assigned and…

“Oh god,” she whispered as she found herself sitting right next to Steve Harrington and Tommy H. 

“Hiya L/N,” Tommy leaned over, practically falling out of his chair if Steve hadn’t yanked him up by the collar of his shirt. 

“Dude, chill.” Steve looked at Y/N and mumbled a little “Sorry.” Nancy shook her head with disapproval. Barb pulled Nancy over to their assigned seats on the other side of the room, not wanting to get caught up in all of that, leaving Y/N to her lonesome. 

“Hi Tommy,” Y/N shot back as she made sure her books were in order for today’s lesson. If there was one thing her mother had taught her it was to never be rude and even though she had never spoken to Tommy before and never even intended to, not speaking when spoken to, that was rude. 

“How are you today?” Tommy spun around in his chair, pleased that he was getting some kind of reaction from her. “Any fun stories to share with us? About… the proposition-”

“Dude!” Steve scolded.

“No,” Y/N replied, not bothering to look at either one of them. 

“Really?” He swiveled to look at Steve. “Harrington, what about you?”

“Hey Y/N?” Barb got up and walked over to Y/N, purposefully placing herself between Tommy and Y/N. “I cannot figure out number seventeen for the life of me. Would you be able to help me?”

“Yeah,” Y/N smiled at Barb, thankful for the distraction, “Ok so if you’re looking for the supplementary angle of 30 degrees you’re going to want to subtract it from 180 since that’s a straight line so that would make it?” 

“150,” Barb smiled, “That’s what I thought. Thanks Y/N!” 

“No problem!” Y/N beamed and passed Barb her worksheet back. 

“Y/N, you're so smart, can you help me with a problem?” Tommy got up and walked over to lean in front of her desk.

“Tommy, we’re really not supposed to leave our groups of three,” Nancy crossed her arms. 

“But everyone in my groups is a dumbass-”

“Hey!” Steve scolded. “ I am not a dumbass!’

“Sure Tommy,” Y/N cut Steve off, wanting this to be over as soon as possible, “which one?” 

“Oh god,” He groaned. “ I guess I need your help with all of them. Either that or you can fulfill your end of the dare,” He chuckled, pleased with himself when Barb and Nancy’s faces were riddled with confusion.

“What are you talking about?” Nancy chirped. 

“Little Miss Goody Goody wants to know what I’m talking about,” Tommy looked at his friends, who were all egging them on with the exception of Steve who was turning a deep shade of red. 

“Hey stop it,” Y/N turned and snapped at Tommy much to his surprise, “Either ask me a question or go away and leave Nancy alone.” 

“I don’t need your help,” Nancy’s breath quickened with humiliation. 

“Hey, I didn’t do anything,” Tommy whined. “Why is she crying? Guys, why do girls cry all the time?” Tommy snickered. 

“That’s quite enough,” Mrs. Ford walked over. “Tommy, sit and do your work,” She talked to him like you would a baby. Mrs. Ford was always easier on the boys. 

“Anything for you Mrs. Ford,” He shook his head and walked back to his group.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked Nancy quietly. Nancy managed to nod her head.

“Thanks,” she managed as quietly as possible. Steve could not feel worse about the whole thing. He couldn’t even concentrate on his math - which was a usual occurrence. But this time it was not a fun time. When the bell rang for dismissal, he tried to find the group of three girls to apologize, but they had already finished their work and left for the library before the bell rang. 

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The rest of the day passed quickly. Nancy’s spirits were easily regained at the mention of the big sleepover she was hosting that night and now luckily it was time to go. Y/N was so excited she had totally forgotten about the fact that she had promised Steve she would kiss him after everyone had left school. But Steve hadn’t. Normally she would have left, but she promised her favorite teacher, Mr. Clark, that she would help fix some A.V. equipment that was damaged after a volleyball was thrown by a certain Tommy H. Her other friend, Jeff, was in the A.V. club and had also volunteered his time. 

“Thank you both so much for your patience and help,” Mr. Clark beamed at the bright students.  I made you both some chocolate fudge, if you’ll give me a moment, I can send you both on your way.”

“Thanks, Mr.Clark!” Y/N beamed

“Thanks, Mr.Clark. Bye Y/N,” Jeff waved politely and left the room out to meet his mom. 

“Bye, Jeff! Bye Y/N! Do you need me to call someone-”

“Nope!” Y/N yelled, halfway out the door as Jeff drove off with his mom, “I’m gonna put stuff in my locker and then bike to Nancy’s house! Thanks, Mr.Clark! See you next week!” 

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Steve was about to give up all hope. 

Of course, she left. After Tommy was such an idiot to her I don’t blame her in the slightest. He banged his fist against a locker when he heard Y/N say something. 

No way that’s her. Just to be sure he made his way down the hallway slightly, and lo and behold, Y/N L/N had just left Mr. Clark’s classroom. She was walking towards her locker, a tupperware of some kind in her hand as she opened the locker to grab what appeared to be a duffle bag of some sort before closing the door again. 

“Hey Y/N,” He said. Maybe she didn’t hear me. “Y/N?” Y/N paused and turned, her eyes going as big as Steve had ever seen them as she turned to face him. 

“Steve?” 

“Hey….um….how are you?” You’re such a dumbass. Oh my god. Can you not actually say it to her face?

“Why are you here?” She asked, holding the duffle bag closer to her chest as she looked at him. 

“What’s that for?” He pointed to the duffle.

“Oh,” she said as she looked at the bag, subconsciously letting go of it a bit more, “I’m going to Nancy’s for a sleepover tonight. A couple of us are.” 

“Oh, that’s cool. That’s cool.” He nodded. She was smiling to be polite, but he could tell that she wanted to leave. “I don’t know if you remember this morning…we…you were going to be my first kiss?” 

“I thought you said this wasn’t gonna be your first,” She said as she turned her head to the side a bit, looking at him as her smile grew to a more genuine one. 

“Well….I lied,” He gave in to her smile. Oh… I guess she’s not all mean. “Yeah…I was embarrassed. I thought that you’d think I was lame.” Why am I saying all this shit to her?

“Why would I think that was lame?” She asked as she set the bag down next to her locker along with the tupperware, “And why do you care what I think anyway? You’re Steve Harrington!” 

“I don’t know…” He trailed off. Wait why do I care what she thinks? “I mean I don’t care. At all. But you said you would do it.” He felt her anxiousness grow at his shift in tone. “If you still want to. Sorry. Please?”

“You waited all this time for…” Y/N thought and he swore he could watch the gears spin in her brain as she looked at him before nodding, “Yeah I mean, you held up your end so. I’ll hold up mine.” 

“Awesome!” He said excitedly. “I mean cool. Thanks. You’re cool for this.” He cleared his throat and waited for her. 

“Thanks,” she said as she just looked at him, “So…” 

“So what?” He shrugged. 

“So are you gonna kiss me?” 

“Well…. I thought you were….I don’t really know….what to do,” He looked at his shoes sheepishly. “Can we go outside?”

“Uh yeah,” she nodded as she grabbed her bag, shocked that Steve Harrington didn’t have a plan for what to do, “Sure.” The pair walked down the long hallway in silence, their steps echoing. Neither said a thing. Steve did sort of open the door for her and the two walked by the parking lot, the sun hanging rather low in the sky.

“It smells better out here,” He looked at her, “What are your favorite smells?” Idiot, he critiqued himself about to take it back for how lame that sounded when-

“Vanilla,” she said as she looked at him, admiring him and the way the golden sun made his freckles stand out, “And citrus. Anything citrus.” 

“Ooo yeah. I like oranges the best,” He saw a slight blush come to her cheeks. He knew it was reflected on him much to his embarrassment. “Um…so…count of three?” He looked at his shoes. 

“Ok,” She nodded as she continued to look at him. 

“One…..” He kicked a pebble. Y/N didn’t say a word feeling her heart rate speed up as she realized that she was really going to kiss Steve. 

“Two….” He cleared his throat. “Wait.” Y/N froze as he said wait, worried for a second that this was a joke, some sort of prank. It could be. Tommy was mean enough for it but she knew at the end of the day Steve had always been the ringleader even if he was quieter about it. “My breath probably smells like salami," Steve said with a sigh, "But it’s not like-I always brush my teeth. My dentist says I don’t but he’s a liar. I didn’t…think about brushing my teeth. I’m sorry.” Out of some sort of tension Y/N let out a giggle and Steve realized it was the first time he had heard her laugh. 

“Oh my gosh,” Y/N whispered through giggles as she put her head in her hands, “I thought you were going to tell me this was…nevermind.” 

“One,” Steve took a step forward. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded as she looked at him, trying to let any hesitation fade. It’s just so Steve can win a thing and maybe Carol will shut up…and he did meet you here…after school with no one watching…wait so then what good will it do him? No one is gonna believe-

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He absentmindedly grabbed her hand with concern. “We don’t have too…”

“Steve, no one is gonna believe you,” Y/N said as she looked at him with concern written on her face, “You don’t have to kiss me, you know. You don’t have to do this. It’s not gonna get you anything.” 

“But...I want to,” He said. Wait I do? I want to kiss her? 

“You do?” Y/N asked, her eyes going wide as she looked up at him with all concern fading away. 

“Listen if you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” His embarrassment colored his cheeks a faint pink. And from some courageous spot deep within Y/N’s heart, and probably a lot of adrenaline and a want for this to be over, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in to place a quick peck on his lips, pulling away as quickly as she had pulled him in. Steve’s blush only grew. He looked at her with shock, not actually expecting her to. She always had a way of surprising him. He couldn’t think of something cool to say. 

“Well…cool. Um… have fun at your sleepover.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said as she realized she was still holding onto his collar. She let go and quickly grabbed her duffle bag heading off toward her bike…but she couldn’t help herself but to turn back and steal a look at him. He wanted to wave. He thought he waved. He couldn’t actually remember whether or not he waved. But he did know that he watched her ride her bike all the way over the hill, the spring-summer sun shining on her short brown curls. Once she disappeared, he shook it off. 

“Check,” He went to ride home and call Tommy.

And that's it! It's so very odd to write for Steve but I'm glad I did it because this was too cute not to share! Hope y'all enjoyed the fluff!

[undercoverpena]

Going anon because I don’t want you to focus on who sent you this (although I’m sure something I’ll say might give me away <3), but rather, I want you to focus in on your amazing self.

Something I like to do in my daily practice is write down a few things of what made me most happy that day… but for purposes of this, I’d like you to tell me which fic (can be multiple) that you wrote makes you the most happy!

Ignore the notes, ignore the traction — which fic of yours makes you the most happy and warm and all the good feelings, and give an explanation (however long you want) as to why🩶

A lot of times, especially in a world like this where the internet and other’s creativity is so accessible, we forget to give our own selves the credit we deserve. This is my way of sprinkling around that little bit of gratitude.

I hope you have a beautiful day wherever you are.

Endless love🌙

I’ve been stewing on this for some time, and I'm glad I don’t have to choose one. because god, that would be so hard. and each time I come to sit to answer, I get in my head.

so, i've popped helen of hammersmith bridge on by bear's den, and if you will, let's hold hands as we embark on the train of wonder into jo’s mind…

so, naturally, i feel like i want to say Do Me Yourself, because it makes me incredibly happy, warm. it makes me want to spend all my time with them and my usual process is to write the ending and work towards it, but gosh, i don't even want to think about them ending. you know?

but then, I also loved writing Anytime. I loved javi coming back and just being in love with his friend he goes to a wedding with. and I loved writing joel at bill and franks house because I felt hot writing it? like i was a person that someone would want to do that with. i want to say The Book Of Love with frankie all lost and healing, stumbling into a bookshop because it made me grin imagining all the shelves.

but then I love, I Like The Way You because it made me feel empowered to be sexy, to be sexual? to make sex about me and not just the person im with after some bad things that happened and that i healed from. then there's din, just in awe of this person he shares a small space with, these two souls who both feel like me a bit when i'm super sad and just unsure of which way is north.

and then, there’s Late Night Texts, this fic that just came to me when I felt so lonely and terrified and sad, and I had a reason, a purpose to literally sit at my desk again. that I then I got to share. that facilitated me finding friends i cannot be without now. and because of that, it continues to make me happy in ways I can’t put into words.

and, that leads me here.

because i don't think i can pick one or even a few. because I just, I love so much of what I do here. because I never thought I’d get to? and it’s such a powerful question, and a good one at that, and one i wish more than anything i could answer.

but when you’re someone who gets depressed and is anxious all the time, you just tell yourself stories to escape everything. to help you put a foot in front of the other and you never expect them to be seen, or even liked. so, in some ways, I can't fathom the idea that this is my day to day. that I have friends who tell beautiful stories and let me into their sandboxes and equally want to play in mine.

because, anon, i can't pick one thing that makes me happy, because all of it does. the writing of the stories, the making them up, the plotting (ugh, even the editing I GUESS), but then, once the anxious window has passed after I've pressed "post", i get a new wave of joy from my work. i get to see people interact with me, friends and hopeful friends talking to me about it, about a character, a line or plot point, and god, it makes my heart so full.

so, while i cannot say i love every fic with the same amount of love as others, i do love a hell of a lot of them. from the pain of luna in nowhere who helped me realise i wasn't as well as i thought, to the airport kiss of javi and crossword; from frankie meeting pg at benny's fight to kissing his best friend called beans. from marcus devouring on a glass table to a thunderstorm fuck with joel, i am so in awe and overjoyed with how far I've pushed myself.

and that i have a space to do it in.

one where thoughtful people like you ask me something like this and care about what i have to say.

jo from 2022 wouldn't believe where jo of 2024 is, so thank you for letting me create things and being my friend and caring what i have to say, whether it's a shit post about brown eyes saving me or something heartfelt like this.

thank you <3

im sorry i didn't really answer this... i hope this was a good replacement instead.

[windvexer]

Chicken, thank you for your posts about magical risks, it would be awesome if this subject gets traction in witchblr. As a beginner witch it's really reassuring to have practical examples to base myself off of. I'm still bad at sensing energies and spirit communication but asking spirits for help is really common where I live. I don't know specific names so when I need them I call "all spirits around me that have good intentions and are willing to help" and always light a candle, offer tea, fresh fruits from my own garden and/or home baked goods and tell them what I need. When I see my wishes working, I call them again and do the same to thank for their service. My logic is: I may not know them or be able to communicate with them well but it can't go too wrong if I'm always doing everything that I can to be respectful. Glad to see you saying this is a good base framework.

There are a couple tips I picked up as a beginner that I still stick with. "Always behave as if the things you call up have arrived and are listening, even if you can't see them or hear them."

It does get more complex than that, and it's not a panacea to heal every misdeed done out of mistake or ignorance.

But I believe it is a very good foundation. I believe that witches have a reputation in the spirit world, whether or not they actively work with spirits.

The spirits either see you striving to be a good spiritual citizen and friendly neighbor, or not. And I find things tend to go well when the neighbors think fondly of us.

[bowiebond]

I’m so glad Argilly is picking up traction, we are one step closer to the big mlm polycule with Argyle, Billy, Eddie, Jon, and Steve + I’ve seen almost all ten of the possible individual pairings in the group being delved upon so far (Argilly, Edgyle (idk the name), Jargyle, Mungrove, Harringrove, Byergrove, Stonathan, Eddithan/Jeddie (idk either), Steddie)

All we need now is to think about how Argyle and Steve’s dynamic (Stargyle) would work and HERE is how I think it could:

Everyone trying to pit two bad bitches against each other for best hair, but they actually just know they are simply the masters of their own domain and respect each other; Steve reigns over the tall, poofy, and curled hair, Argyle reigns over the long, luscious, and silky

Argyle will try to expand Steve’s food palate

Steve playing with/braiding his hair, Argyle affectionately ruffling Steve’s

Out of the other guys, even Jonathan when stoned, I feel like Argyle and Steve are able to just naturally be on the same wavelength at any given point; like if Argyle was making astute observations (simple or deep), Steve can easily pick up his train of thought, casually all “oh yeaaah, yeah I totally get what you mean” and vice versa (Argyle picking up what Steve’s puttin down)

Sweet, goofy, playful bfs and also party kings when the energy is high

When they vibe to music together, they put their whole bodies into it; popcorn karaoke riding in each other’s cars, belting their hearts out

Casual homie kisses goodbye; “see you later brochacho” and then Argyle pecks Steve on the cheek

Like, after they have a friendly game, they do a bro handshake, and then Steve’s like “good game” before he goes in for a kiss

Stargyle is the ultimate 'bros to lovers' vibe. Also I just love the name??? Stargyle, ahhh.

Like they call each other 'dude, bro, man' but then you'll catch them asleep cuddling on the couch waiting for their other boyfriends to come home.

Argyle definitely digs movie dates with Steve, because all of the guys have different tastes; Billy and Eddie are more horror/slasher/gruesome action fans, Jonathan forces them to watch indie films or romcoms, Argyle prefers comedies, but he'll watch anything. So Steve usually watches his newest picks with Argyle when he wants to wind down from the week.

The whole polycule is very into playing with each others hair, but Argyle and Steve are the two who will be in the bathroom the longest if paired together (though Steve and Billy also take forever), Argyle helping Steve keep his hair in place while he styles and sprays, Steve brushing out Argyle's hair just cause it's pretty long and can be a hassle to do alone. Steve usually braids Argyle's hair before bed if Billy doesn't beat him to it first (or if Eddie and Jonathan haven't gotten their hands in Billy's hair first, because boy does that man become putty if you touch it).

Steve, Jonathan and Argyle will talk circles around each other when high and Eddie and Billy will just watch while draped over each other or playing cards because they're lazy stoners. Argyle joins them in cards sometimes, really depends on if Steve and Jonathan have moved from rambling to wrestling or not (it's playful, really, they just end up in a tangle of limbs and giggling afterwards because Jonathan is still somehow able to beat Steve every time).

Argyle and Steve have the most similar music taste, and when surrounded by their metal/rock n roll boyfriends, they have to fight for the radio. Thankfully, Argyle's vans is constant vibes and they rule over the selection of tapes.

The broshake and then kiss is so them, I love that. They'll do that before heading off the work and the other three are just bewildered by it in the beginning because

Billy: 'how did our boyfriends steal each other???'

Jonathan: 'When did this even happen??'

Eddie: 'Not hating it, but can you guys not act like platonic bros before maKING OUT IN FRONT OF THE DOOR?!'

[lillylvjy]

Practice in the rain (and mud in the hair)

notes; hello! Another softball!wilma fic! Um nothing much to it! This beautiful character was created by @phxntomsdusk ! Go read their series they have for her!

warnings; rain and thunder, mud being thrown, wilm is a child and so are you, fluffy fluff fluff, kissing in the rain, teammates being teammates, and if I missed anything please tell me!

wc; 1k (it’s short but cute)

edited; yes!

who; softball!wilma x gn!reader

Once it started raining outside, that’s when you started to worry. But once Wilma or your mom didn’t answering their phone multiple times, that’s when panic started to arise. The forecasts showed that it would be thundering any minute now, and you know for a fact your mom wouldn’t let the girls practice in those conditions, even if she seemed like it.

Once they didn’t answer another couple times, you decided you needed to go to the field and see if they were dead or just ignoring you. Either didn’t ease your nerves. Thank god you lived close to the fields, or you would call it quits and wait until the rain stopped.

As you pulled up into the parking lot, your car dirty from the dirt road now being straight up mud, you didn’t see anyone on the field yet cars still lined the parking lot. Wilma’s truck stood there in all its glory too. With furrowed brows, you prepared yourself to get out of the car and into the rain mother nature thought looked fit for today. You just thanked her that it wasn’t cold.

You closed your door quickly as you ran to the gate leading into the dugout, and yet again, no one. Not one single soul was in the hooded area, keeping away from the rain and staying dry. A loud familiar laugh cut your thoughts off as your head snapped up to see Wilma lying on the grass, mud coating her whole body as the rain tried it’s best to wash it away but doing very little with how much she seemed to be on the ground.

Your confused expression turned into one of amusement as a smile took form on your face and a laugh bubbled up in your throat, almost tickling the back of it until you finally let it out, all eyes turning in the direction of your laugh.

“What are you doing here?!” You heard your mom yell from across the field to you, also surprised to see her in the rain and having fun. You didn’t realize Wilma getting up and making her way over to you with a big smile while you talked.

“None of you were answering your phones while it’s raining like a mad house, and it’s supposed to thunder so I was worried and came to see-“ you cut your sentence off with a yelp as Wilma threw you over her shoulder and brought you out into the rain with everyone else. All the girls, including your mom, cheered as Wilma spun you around while you screamed and hugged her waist tightly, begging her to let you down.

“Ok ok!” Wilma set you down before cupping your face in her hands, mud spearing across it from her hands but you didn’t mind, just glad she was ok. Smiling at each other, Wilma placed a small kiss on your lips as you all heard the girls ooo’ing and some fake gagging as you did.

Pulling away, Wilma’s smile brightened more at the new found mud that appeared. She pulled you into a hug picking you up so she was carrying you over to the rest of the group.

“Hi darling, ready to get messy?”

“Wait, what does that me-“ you got cut off yet again when Wilma gently set you down on your feet and smiled at you before lightly pushing you. With the ground being muddy and slippery, your shoes didn’t have good traction so you inevitably fell into a big pile of water and mud.

Lying there for a second or two, you excepted your fate, letting the mud and water soak into your clothes and paint your skin. Looking at wilms and the rest of the group, they were all laughing. You secretly grabbed two handfuls of mud and threw one at your mom, coating her legs and stomach, before quickly getting up and chasing Wilma as she ran away from you.

“Oh darling! Why are your running away?! I just want a hug!” You yelled as you quickly caught up to her. Finally being neck to neck with her, you threw the mud at her back as she slowed down. “Didn’t think you could out run me yeah?” You said, panting a bit as the rain drenched you both.

Your smile was big and bright, shining as bright as the sun was just a few minutes ago before the clouds took over. But that didn’t stop Wilma from feeling warmth run down her whole body, content and love running through with it.

“No, no I didn’t. But I do think I can do this.” Wilma whispered as she softly grabbed your face in her hands and dipped her head down to meet her lips with yours. Your arms wrapping around her waist, subconsciously lifting off your feet a bit to rest on your tip toes.

It was a bit cheesy, kissing in the rain. But neither of you minded when the moment felt so right, so perfect. Both of you covered in mud, rain falling harder as thunder rumbled in the background. You definitely were going to be sick tomorrow.

“They make me sick from how cute they are.” You heard one of the girls say as the others agreed while you and Wilm pulled away from each other. Laughing, you both turned back to the group and walked over to them.

“Hey! Just because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you have to hate on us! We know we’re cute…��� Wilma drifted off as she rested her forehead on yours and smiled down at you.

“Oh for fuck sake-“

“Wait that was so cute!”

“Get a room!”

Various words came out of the girls mouths as they all left you both to your own devices, chasing each other and going back to their games.

“They hate us.” You said whispered to her as you booped your nose with hers

“ hmm maybe, but I love you.”

“And I love you.” You said as you kissed her softly before pushing her down onto the mud covered ground as you started to back up slowly while laughing. “But I needed my payback….”

“Oh you little-“ Wilm said as she got up and sprinted towards you. You immediately started running away while laughing.

Let’s just say there was mud in your hair for a bit longer than wanted.

Taglist; @mysticalsoot @whos-nicooo (if I missed anyone or if you want to be added, my asks and dms are wide open!)

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

okay i thought id split these up hahah so for the fandom questions: 23 & 30 and for the fic writer questions: 15 & 25 :))

AWLRIGHT AWLRIGHT KETS JUST DO THIS!!!!! Thanks so much for these fucking things…. AMAZING

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond on & explain why you like it.

mmmmmmm honestly the failed bullet catch became a fic im REALLY proud of. i wasnt expecting it to get the traction it did so the fact that!!!!! it!!!! got people hurting and feeling and !!!!! im so glad it did! its one of my favorite ‘what what you wanna read’ fics (id been wanting a full watching the consequences of their actions’ failed bullet catch fic SO BAD and i’d only ever seen Some of a potential situation but not All and i WANTED IT and then i saw that ask and i was like FINEEEEEE so i did it and and and PAIN!!!!!! i like it and i cant wait to finish it and start working on my other projects :))

30. What inspires you to write?

an idea i wanna see in detail. like i have daydreams but i love something so much i can feel it enough to flesh it out, i WILL. its my joy <3 not much more than that, really, except to make people feel things i do and inflict my machinations. yeah

and for fic writer questions….

15) why did you start writing?

kinda connected to whats above—i saw something in my head, i cant just describe it, you have to see it the way i do, so i turned it to writing. i MUST . and its easier than filmaking tbh—if i had the choice i’d do that, but since its. well Expensive. a side writer thing i much more sustainable ✊ I STILL LOVE IT THO. its my pride and JOYYYYYY

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

so this hasnt been published and it wont be for a while but this is from The Scene in stars in a jar that the whole au exists for. THIS SCENE. and a potential silly season 3 but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it LETSGO okay i had to pick between two tiny parts that i LOVEEEE but i finally chose, bc this is the actual Subject of the conversation. elts se….

“It’s not as scary as you think it is,” Crowley says. “Being nothing means that there won’t be anything to see. You’re just… nowhere. S’peaceful, or something.”

Aziraphale sighs. “That sounds lonely.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t. But, hey, if we both get destroyed today, at least we’ll be nothing together.”

“Everywhere and nowhere,” the angel says, as if trying to concept out. “Limbo between matter and light, together. That…doesn’t sound so bad.”

HSVSSJBSGEUSGSHGEHESG THANKS AGAIN!!!!! ❤️

[grauline]

i'm really glad the passenger is finally picking up traction on the deeply unwell homoeroticism site :) it seems like the only reason it was so slow to gather interest was because they couldn't promo it during the strike

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

One thing about me: I like community. I like to make people feel at home and welcome, moreso if they make me feel the same.

About two years ago, the husband and I started a guild on Mobile Legends: Adventure. Gained little traction in english, so we decided to switch over to french and go recruit in those channels.

Nowadays, we're a thriving community of 50 people with very rarely an open spot. I befriended a few of these people and generally just enjoy watching them having fun (I'm guild leader, fyi).

Yesterday, I was chatting with one of our two Swiss players who asked a lot of questions about my writing. Not gonna lie: it made me feel sooooo good that she asked. I do crave attention (don't we all?). And with my plans to get some stuff ready to self-publish, I figured I'd talk about the first story I intend to release.

I narrowed the theme down to: Vampire guy struggles with trauma and ends up encountering a creature more dangerous than himself that ends up playing with his head.

Her response was, basically: that's different, usually Vampires are shown as supreme beings, so it's cool that this one'd get manipulated.

I had to take a mental double take on that. Because: I'm so used to my world that, for me, this sort of situation is like... normal. Vampires are apex predators to be sure, but there's still more dangerous things than them lurking about, and this guy happens to meet such a being (with reason). It never struck me that this story could be interesting just because it shows Vampires in a different light. I guess I can no longer tell if something is 'cool' or 'different' because, well, my nose has been stuck in Aeyuu for so long that it sometimes even affects my perception of RL normal (for example, blue is warm, red is cold, yes my brain sometimes thinks these colours are inverted irl in terms of temperature).

All this to say that it made me happy to hear her thoughts, happy in a way that goes beyond excitement. It's a wide, calm sort of happiness, mingled with hope, mingled with premature contentment that reading my stories might make other people happy (even if the themes tend to be dark and tragic XD). This is the feeling I've been hanging onto lately, to try and get past the utter anxiety and dread of self-pubbing something and it 1. getting hated 2. getting ignored.

In that line of thought, I've finally reached out to an editor (on PillowFort) and gotten the first reactions to this story yesterday. A lot of it is pertinent. It sure as hell drove my anxiety through the roof since, y'know, there was criticism in there... but I'm also glad to finally be taking yet another step forward. And I'm liking their style, be it a bit too brutal for me in places, but then they do see things that I've either overlooked, ignored, or that need a tad better wording to make the meaning/reason clear.

Additionally: today, I find I have 7 more followers on here. Which... wait, just, wow? How? And I check my notificiations and see: oh yeah, I reached out in a nice, encouraging, honestly-me way to people. Not gonna lie: much as that is my personality, I'm also still autistic, chronically tired, and some days I don't have the spoons to socialize, let alone to like people. But when the energy allows, I enjoy just going to the quiet places and leaving a friendly message. Creating a sense of: you belong with the community, too.

This said, I do have plans to 1. write a real writeblr intro sometime, 2. make feedback asks available. With my potential/likely editor not being a pro but someone like me who is self-taught and picks up instinctively on issues, I feel like this is something I want (and am allowed!) to give out in turn.

Creating community, y'know? And the world I want to see, which is a world where people are nice to each other, help each other out, but also get to have boundaries and see them respected without a 'no' turning into an argument or anything. Utopic to be sure, but what's wrong with having ideals?

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 75

Nord VPN again? So what ... oh gods no ... no, please don't sing, Sam. Please don't sing ... crap ... full-on Rodgers & Hammerstein ... we're in Hell ...

Laura: "Now I see why it took you so long for sound check."

No more announcements? Just straight into the game then ... big things are brewing then, clearly ...

First time in a little while we're jumping into COMPLETELY unknown waters ... so what now?

Wait, that was COLM?!!! Blimey, Sam ...

Ah yes, the Ashton Greymoore origin story ... how many superheroes are we gonna have on the party by the end, then?

Chetney's velvet jogging suit keeps him warm ... XD

No, no more jumping ...

"Flying is the best climbing" ... LOL

A tight warm crack ... I'm so glad Sam didn't pick up on the potential innuendo this time ...

Ashley rolls a Crit Fail ... of course she does ... Fearne: "I have no traction with my hooves!"

Low ceiling = much inconvenience ... so FCG turns himself into a lowrider ...

Oof ... this place is totally giving me flashbacks to The Descent ...

Slickshimmer oil? Oh yeah ... might come in handy ... and now Chetney's just making it weird ...

Oh yeah, she can just Wildshape ..

A lil snowbat ... awwwww ... yeah, she will be completely blind, but at least she can eccolocate ...

Oh, here we go then ...

Shit, it's a full blown drop further down ... but tight ... oh boy, this isgonna be problematic ... fuck, that's just it? Crap ...

IT JUST STOPS. So what now?

Bat sonar it, Fearne! Oh, it's just a blockage? Hmmmm ... so what do we do about it, then?

Orym tries to pry through ... pop! Oh crap ... here we go ... A CHARRED SKULL?!!! WTF? Laura (angrily): "Matthew!"

Claustrophobic Fearne forgetting she's currently a bat ...

Sam's fake teeth are still there ... Matt: "I hate it so much ... don't put it BACK!"

Crap ... whenever everybody has to keep doing individual checks it's such a worrying thing ...

The coins are melted onto the rock? That can't be good ... please tell me this isn't a fucking lava tube ...

DISASSEMBLE Letters? Really? Chetney is WAY too enthusiastic about that idea ...

Chetney: "Consent I all I need. I got a whole bag of tools." O.O

FCG ALMOST gets stuck ...

Great, now Imogen IS stuck by her ankle ... crap ... Matt: "This is my nightmare. That I'm inflicting on all of you." Damn it ... Marisha confirms this is most definitely a thing ...

Fuck this is getting worse all the time ... this really IS turning into The Descent ...

She takes her boots off and is FREE ... okay ... and now she's stuck on FCG ...

Good roll + bad roll = logjam ... of course it does ...

And now Letters is clanging down the passage like a ball bearing ... crap ... and he crashes right into Orym ... fuck ... now they're both FALLING ... crash! Ouch ... Orym (winded): "Take ... your foot ... out of my gooch ..."

Imogen drops hoping one or both will catch her ... phew! That was almost bad, but ultimately okay ...

Bones. A fuckload of bones ... charred and melted bones and other stuff ... and it's HOTTER in here ... crap ...

Flashes of intense heat ... please tell me there isn't a fucking DRAGON in here ...

Odd, unpredictable low vibration in the rock ... not a good sign, I'm sure ...

Black volcanic rock, and it's newer ... crap ... fresh lava flow, clearly ... DEFINITELY not a good sign ...

FCG casts Detect Magic ... ooh, magic ring ... cool ...

DO NOT go digging through the suspicious volcanic floor ...

Oh, they're doing this after all ... maybe let the others KNOW what you're doing first, guys?

Laudna is UNIMPRESSED with this plan. As she should be ...

Stoneshape ... gods this is DUMB ...

Just LIGHT? Please just be light ... and now it's hotter ... okay, so what's down there? DO NOT just fly down through there! Are you an idiot?

Literally the floor is lava ... yeah, I saw that coming ... XD

NOT a whole lake of lava ... oh, so there are CREATURES here ... imps? SERIOUSLY?!!!

Another communication about further plans ... Laudna: "Are you absolutely insane?!!"

A rock water slide to JUMP the lava? Are you SERIOUSLY considering this plan?

Ashton goes first and RAGES as he goes to try and widen the passage ... oh boy ... a Nat20? Really? Because he's an Earth Genasi AND a Titan this actually WORKS ...

Laudna is dislocating herself to fit through and then FORGETS to pop the joints back into place ... ye gods ...

Fearne is going to fly down and try to COMMUNICATE with the impish things ... right ...

This is a BUST ... yup ...

A whole load of chaos as they try to formulate a plan ... oh boy ...

Okay, here we go ... Ashton cracks the floor and NAT FAILS so the WHOLE THING just gives out ... crap ...

That was almost VERY hairy ...

No way out? Crap ... Travis: "We came down here for NO REASON."

Fearne tries to speak to them ... they're less freaked than just curious ... wow, they ARE cute, aren't they? :3

Oh wow, they're being BORN out of the lava blow ... wait, that one just DIED?!!! Already? Whoa ...

Who's the Elder? Oh, the one that just died ... of course ... another one: "I'M the new Elder!"

Oh, they KNOW about the Shard? Okay ...

Wait ... the Shard is IN the lava itself ... so what happens if they TAKE it?

They have no concept of time ... of course they don't ...

Elder: "Others have come and angered the Spark." Okay then ...

Ashton's going to try and touch the lava? Really?

This whole thing is like NINE FUCKING LEVELS OF SUPREMELY STUPID ...

Cue chants of "Rock! Rock! Rock!" Like in Galaxy Quest ... XD

Ray of Frost? Okay ... please don't trigger the explosion ...

Fuck, Ashton's going straight in ... wait, what ring? He needs to atune first ... aaaaagh ...

So he's flying over towards the bubble, then ... it's CALMING DOWN? Is this a good sign or really bad? And he's Raging now ... fuck, he's IN THE LAVA now? Oof ... ouch, this is gonna be SO NASTY ... an Investigation Check? RIGHT NOW?!!! 22? Wow ...

He HAS THE SHARD!!! Get the fuck out of there, man! 12 ... crap ... no joy? Imogen tries to communicate with him and just picks up a lot of cursing ...

Ashley: "This is so dumb ... I'm gonna jump in." O.O

FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

I mean if ANYBODY could actually DO THIS ...

Telekinesis? Really? And Matt will actually allow it ... oh, nice roll ... Holy fuck this is actually working?

Go go go ... be strong, Ashton ... Nat20 for 28 total? Oh shit ... IT'S WORKING!!! IT'S ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKING!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Lava shower! Crap!

Ashton is FUCKING GLOWING ORANGE right now! Holy shit ...

Oh man, the imps are all dying? NOOOOOOO!!!

That was horrible but also totally worked ...

Ashton is really hot. LITERALLY.

Holy shit ... this gas actually HEALED Ashton's original cracked damage somewhat? Seriously? Oh, and he's just full on shirtcocking it right now ...

Wait, yes ... give it to Fearne! Give it to her! Let HER be the Empress!

He tries HOLDING IT to the crystal in his head and thinking through it ...

AND ALL THE TIME HE'S STILL TAKING FIRE DAMAGE!!!

Do not SMASH IT Ashton! Are you NUTS?!!!

Imogen holds it in the air so it won't keep burning him ... oh, that is beautiful and powerful ... like the fish in the meme ... XD

Laudna wonders if they might actually be in the belly of a Titan ...

Imogen TOSSES Chetney the Shard to make him do Grim Psychometry on it ... ouch! XD

Oh this is just INTENSE ...

Ashton is going to press it to his chest WHILE HE RAGES?!!! Oh shit ... and another 9 points of damage ...

Ashton: "I don't think it's FOR ME. I mean it's for me ..."

Yes. Seriously. Give it to Fearne.

Marisha fretting about rolling for Arcana because she's been rolling SHIT all game ... oh! Nice! Marisha: "I need Travis talking shit to me all the time!" Good roll!

A Funnel? OH SHIT!!! The Harness! They gotta go to Joe!

A flash of light? What the hell?

Ruby Vanguard? Crap ... and Reilora? Double crap ... oh fuck ... IS THAT FUCKING LUDINUS?!!!

Laura: "Telekinesis! I'm gonna throw the lava they're above AT THEM!!!"

Matt: "And we're gonna come back to that zfter a break." AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Crap crap crap crap crap ... how bad is this gonna be?

Aaaaaah! Battlemap! Cue Wizzkids plug!

Holy shit ... nice terrain ...

Nice reminder from Liam that Ashton is currently doing this half naked ... and not the polite half, either ... and what about Fearne?

Shit this is REALLY bad ...

Ludinus succeeds his Dex roll? Of course he does ... but ONE of them fails ... okay, then ...

ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

Ashton up first ... SUPERHERO IT, BOY!!! He Rages ... he's getting heavy? Oh, Gravity effects ... here we go ... he's shielding FCG? Even though he's low on hit points right now? Ballsy ... he grabs the Shard and tucks it behind him ... so he takes MORE damage next round? Bloody hell ...

Imogen tries to grab the skinny Reiloran with Telekinesis snd he fails to save ... yanks him into the lava! Matt tells her to roll EIGHT D10!!! Fucking hell ... 50 POINTS OF DAMAGE!!! Fucking hell indeed! Then she Quickens another spell for bonus action, Mindwhips the big Reiloran ... it saves so only takes HALF damage ... 7 points? Oof ... not too impressive, then ... mostly just made it angry, then ...

Orym is up! Gets close as he can so he can CUT THE AIR with Seedling to hit the submerged Reiloran ... and that is IT for it ALREADY!!! Wow ... second strike to the soldier with a vine, succeeds and drags HIM in too ... Holy shit, that's a FUCKLOAD of damage ... and HE'S DEAD TOO?!!! Holy fuck, wee man!

Ludinus came to offer an OLIVE BRANCH? Really? Oh crap, he just recognised the staff ... what's THIS mean? What's he doing?

Fearne is now DANGLING OVER THE LAVA!!! Shit ...

Reiloran JUGGERNAUT?!!! I'm sorry? Oh lawd he comin! Orym has to make a strength save? Crap ... and it's a fail ... and he's just DRAGGED into melee with it ...

Chetney grabs the Shard, slips it into the Bag of Holding, then goes invisible! Okay ... now he just BOLTS for Imogen ...

All FCG can do is hit Ashton with a 3rd Level Cure Wounds ... 17 Points back ... it'll do ... then he gives Fearne a Bonded Blessing ...

Fearne's turn ... what CAN she do? Just spells, but attack rolls are at a disadvantage ... crap ... Wall of Stone? She wants to completely encase Ludinus ... oh yes, that sounds sweet ... yes! Do that! Do that! Holy shit, and it actually WORKS too ... but she's still stuck ...

Laudna's turn ... she Quickens a spell for Mirror Image, then Blights the Reiloran. And he FAILS ... okay then, that's 8 D8 of Necrotic damage! Here we go ... 32! Sweet!

The last one just holds his action? Hmmm ...

Ashton burns a Chaos Burst and ALMOST knocks the Reiloran into the lava ... second same ... hmmm ...

Imogen chucks a bunch of lightning at all of them ... oh shit, boom indeed! Now none of them can SEE!!! Okay ... that doesn't ACTUALLY change anything for Fearne, though ... then she casts Blade Ward on herself ...

Orym steps under Ashton's legs and detects Chetney close by from smell alone ... XD ... attacks the Reiloran and hits him with THREE Pushing attacks ... he fails so he is now IN THE LAVA!!! 33 points of damage! Nice ... and now he JUMPS on the Reiloran's head, slashes away down on him ... Action Surge? Okay ... bang bang bang ... but Matt keeps rolling SO WELL ... one more try ... HE GETS THE HDYWTDT!!! YES!!! He kills the fuck out of him and jumps back off again! Now he's just SOLIDIFIED in the lava ... Orym you absolute WILD MAN!!!

Ludinus casts Dimension Door to bamf out of the wall ... crap ... he raises her EVEN HIGHER ... She can't break free ...

Fuck, is he gonna JUMP AWAY with her?

Chetney clicks his Boots of Speed, gets close enough to Ludinus to ... do something he CAN'T do because it's ALSO a bonus action? Crap ... so he DOESN'T do that but just holds his action instead ... crap ...

FCG pulls Spiritual Weapon on Ludinus ... since it's a hostage situation, he makes it a hsnd holding a pepperbox pistol right to his temple ... JUST hits him ... nice damage, but doesn't do anything major ... then shoits a Sacred Fame at him too ... which he fails to save against ... ouch! Nice ... he's looking rough but still strong, apparently ...

Fearne casts Wall of Fire on Ludinus? Wow ... can he Counterspell? Nat20? Crap ... that didn't work, then ... Ashley tries to work out what else to do ... and just tries to negotiate instead? Hmmmm ... roll good, Fearne, be charming ... 18?

Laudna unleashes her Hound of Ill Omen upon Ludinus! Okay ... Phantasmal Force? Oooooh ... and he has DISADVANTAGE?!!! But he still succeeds ... crap ... but it's now the pooch's turn! Attack hits! 10 damage and heneeds to roll a strength check ... FAIL!!! He is now PRONE!!! Nice ... but he STILL maintains concentration ...

The last guy attacks the Hound ... and KILLS IT!!! What? Seriously?

Ashton gets as close as he can and tries a Wormhole Strike on Ludinus! Fuck ... and it HITS!!! Nice! 20 damage! Second misses, though ... crap ...

Imogen casts Lightning Bolt on BOTH of them ... defender fails, but Ludinus STILL makes his save? Shit ... that's a lot of dice though ... 42 points on the defender ... and he goes DOWN in a smoking heap ... AND LUDINUS' CONCENTRATION IS BROKEN!!! Fearne is FREE!!!

Orym runs in and chucks 2 daggers at Ludinus, misses with BOTH because he's prone ... nuts ... nothing else he can do ...

Ludinus gets up, steps past Fearne so she has an attack of opportunity ... he starts brewing a Sphere, Laudna Counterspells ... but it's a LEVEL NINE?!!! Holy fuck ... did she just CRIT?!!! SERIOUSLY?!!! Oh my gods she fucking DID IT!!! Nice! So he tries to Counterspell HER? And he FAILS?!!! OH MY FUCKING GODS!!! Amazing ... suddenly the dice gods are with us! So hejyst keeps walking ... INTO THE LAVA? AND JUST DISINTEGRATES?!!! Bloody hell ... he was a FAKE!!! Bugger ...

Fearne TRIES to grab the stone he wore ... it's cracked ... nuts, only MAYBE a clue now ...

Smart thinking, might be a good idea to run ... but first LOOT THE BODY that DIDN'T burn ...

Fancy robes ... NOT damaged by the lava? Handy ...

Time to Teleport out, then ... but where to?

Oh, Whitestone? Yes. Go there. Definitely.

Here we go, then ... aiming for the Sun Tree ... they jump ... and Matt calls it there BEFORE they roll ... oof ...

At least they killed his villain speech before he could deliver it ... but yeah, that was one HAIRY fight ...