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grampstaxidermy87 · 2 years

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Pretty boy

Part 2

Pairing: Poly!Lost boys x male!reader/ slight Michael x m!Reader

warning: 18+, heavy smut, oral, face sitting, blowjobs, anal, double penetration,manipulation, biting, blood consumption, group sex, turning, toxic obsession.

An:Hello my lovelies,so sorry for the hiatus! I have started a new semester in school and wanted to focus on that for a bit just to get a steady rhythm. As an apology I have written a nice smut for you all, if you’d like more of this storyline or another type then please feel free to request it!

“You want me to what?”

Michael sighed as he watched me dry my hair, his favorite scent of strawberry in the air as water dripped down onto the ripped t-shirt that I had stolen from him years ago, “My mom's busy and my bike doesn’t want to start, so I kind of need you to drive me to my friends place.” Tilting my head, I debated whether or not I should deny him.

Michael was my best friend, and I cared a lot about him. Probably more than my father would approve of…but lately he had been blowing me off to hang out with some biker gang. Plus, the fact that he’s overall been kind of douchey to me didn’t really make me want to help him, no matter how cute he looked right now with his leather jacket.

“I’m not sure Mikey, can’t your grandpa take you?” I said as I tried to fix up my hair, sighing when it still looked messy no matter what I did.

Michael stood up from where he was sitting on my bed, walking over he stopped once I was staring right at his chest. Forcing me to look up as he crowded my personal space, though that never mattered where either of us were concerned.

Michael grabbed my comb and hair gel from my vanity, Standing just out of view in the mirror.

My breath hitched when he reached up and began fixing my hair for me, I fought back the urge to melt when his cologne hit my nose. Breathing in I smiled slightly when I recognized it, He started wearing it after I mentioned liking it in passing. He didn’t know that I noticed…but I did.

I was so flustered the first time I noticed he used it...so the fact that he still did to this day made my heart soar.

Looking into my eyes I felt like I could die right then and there when his lips quirked into a smirk, giving me a wink that left me breathless.

“There, just the way I like it.” He said stepping back and allowing air to enter my lungs again.

Glancing in the reflection I smiled when I saw the finished product, the same style he’d always do when we hung out. No matter how many times I tried only Michael could get it to look this nice.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so flaky, and that I’ve been a complete ass to you. You didn’t deserve any of that.” His words stunned me, and I looked back at him to see he had his arms crossed with an embarrassed and ashamed expression as he stared at the carpet.

Speechless for what felt like hours I bit my lip and rubbed the back of my neck, while it did hurt Michael and I have known each other since diapers.

This guy knew things about me that no one else did, he was the only one I ever came out to. I loved him with every fiber of my being...and he didn't even know it.

Though I would rather die then tell him that, I wouldn’t risk so many years of friendship just to gross him out and make him hate me in the end.

“Please...don’t worry about it Mikey. I get it, you got new friends. So no hard feelings.” He shook his head as I tried to brush it off, ”I don’t want you to think I’m replacing you,(Y/n). No one could ever replace you, we have been through too much together. It’s just…a lot has been going on and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Softening I placed my hand on his arm, giving him a warm smile that he couldn’t help but to match. “Come on Man, you know me. It’ll take a lot to hurt me.”

He chuckled, "Yea I know, you always were the stronger one out of the two of us. In more ways than one.” He said teasingly taking my bicep in his hand and giving it a squeeze, eyes growing hazy when my heart skipped a beat...staring at my bare neck so intense that I thought he’d bite a chunk out.

Clearing my throat I turned my head away to hide my flustered face.

“S-So uh…should we stop to get drinks for your friends?” He forced a smile at my sudden change of subject and dropped his hand, clenching it at his side. “Sure (N/n).”

———

Hopping out of my truck I looked around with furrowed brows, “I thought you said we were meeting your friends here, this place looks abandoned.” I frowned as Michael merely laughed at my worry and grabbed the two cases of beer from the bed.

Walking around to join my side he nudged my arm with his,“We are, now come on scaredy cat.”

Sighing I tightened my grip on my keys and hurried after him, glancing around worriedly when I saw him climbing down the rotted stairs.

“Michael! Are you sure we should be going down here? There’s a bunch of no trespassing signs.” He stopped nearly causing me to crash into him, worried I looked up to see him lean down towards my face.

“Do you trust me?” He asked in a whisper, and I almost felt like I should say no just to tease him but the softness in his eyes made me falter. “Of course I do Mikey...I wouldn’t put up with you this long if I didn’t.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Then trust me on this, nothing is going to hurt you while I'm around (Y/n). I promise.” With that he turned back and continued his descent. Taking a deep breath, I resisted the urge to turn around and run back to the truck.

“I am so gonna regret this…” I muttered to myself, following him into the wet cave.

“Boys I’m back!” Michael yelled out while I tried to carefully climb down the slippery rocks without falling on my ass in-front of Michaels friends.

Sadly, I was destined to be a complete fool. Just as I went to take that last big step my shoe slipped out from under me, Gasping I threw my hands out in an attempt to at least protect my face and waited for the incoming pain.

But it never came.

“Woah look guys! I caught a fallen Angel!” Strong arms held me securely as my face was pressed against a meshed fabric.

Looking up I felt my face burn up when I saw the handsome man who had caught me staring down with a devilish smirk, "How cute, you already fell for me babe." He winked making me gulp.

Standing up straight I immediately stepped out of his arms, confused as to why I felt a pull in my chest when he looked slightly disappointed.

"T-Thanks for catching me man." His frown was quickly replaced by a charming grin, "No problem, Angel. Couldn't let a pretty boy like you get hurt and ruin a face like that." The way he said that...entrancing eyes looking up and down my body. It should have made me self-conscious, but instead I kept thinking about the way his skin felt against mine.

"I appreciate it, I'm (Y/n). Michael's friend." He hummed, distracted by the way my lips moved. Taking my hand when I offered, he pulled me close and spoke lowly into my ear, "Names Paul, but you could just call me yours handsome."

Blushing I heard a throat clear pulling my attention away from the handsome blonde rocker.

Michael glared at Paul from his spot on the couch, a look I had never seen on him before covered his face. I could swear it looked like jealousy.

I felt guilty by how much that look affected me, as I shifted my jeans to try to ignore my drifting thoughts.

"(Y/n), come meet the others." He said and I began walking away from Paul, who licked his lips as he looked me up and down.

"Yeah Paul don't hog Mikey's friend, I want to meet the guy he’s been bragging about." A curly haired man with the face of a cherub approached me first, holding out his hand as he mimicked Paul's earlier actions. Blue eyes tracing over every curve before meeting mine.

"My names Marko, unlike twisted sister I am way cooler." Taking his hand I chuckled at his teasing remark, He shot the others a cocky look for having made me laugh first.

"It's nice to meet you Marko, I love your jacket by the way." His smile widened as he shifted the jacket, " Thanks man, I sewed it together myself!" Proudly showing off his hard work, he twirled around to allow me to look over all the patches and details.

"That's amazing! I wish I could make something that cool." He rubbed his neck as he suddenly became shy, "I could teach you sometime if you want?" I nodded enthusiastically, "I would love that." We stood there for a moment smiling at each other with comfortable silence.

A shadow loomed over as another presence stepped close between us, I tried to hide my shock at the mere presence of such a handsome man. With his bare chest and dark eyes staring into my very soul, I could feel my knees grow weak when he smiled, looking quite happy to finally have my attention on him.

"Been looking forward to Michael finally bringing you around, I'm Dwayne. If the terror twins make you uncomfortable, let me know." His words were spoken so genuinely but that deep voice of his sent shivers down my spine. Swallowing as my throat went dry, I nodded, "Thank you, I appreciate that...Dwayne."

It was hard to ignore the way his lips pulled into a devilish smirk when I spoke his name, tilting his head as he too looked over my shorter form.

I was the same height as Marko but shorter than the handsome giant, I wondered what it would feel like if he completely swallowed me up in his muscular arms. Just the thought of pressing up against that toned chest made me nearly drool.

I took in a sharp breath when a leather gloved hand grazed my hip,Having slipped through the slit of my muscle shirt. They stepped up close so that their chest was fit perfectly against my back. Was the person sniffing my hair?

For some reason I didn't find myself minding as much as I probably should.

"My turn Kitten, I'm David. I hear you’re the smart one out of your little duo, Has Michael told you about me?" My body melted at the compliment added by the delicious sound of his husky voice, I shivered when his breath hit my ear.

"Y-Yes..." I cursed myself for stuttering, but the way he chuckled made it hard to care. "Good things I hope." Gulping I tried not to melt as his other hand circled my waist until it hovered on my pelvis, toying with the button of my jeans as I turned my head to him. I almost regretted it when I was greeted with those intense blue eyes and mind melting smirk.

"Nothing bad, Promise." I said sparing a glance towards Michael who had stood up the moment he realized David approached me.

He glanced worriedly between us, and unlike with Paul it wasn't jealousy I saw in his eyes...it was fear.

I hand on my chin pulled my attention back to David, "Good, wouldn't want you to have the wrong impression of me." I shivered against his grip that tightened on my waist, staring at his lips that seemed to grow closer and closer to my own.

“David.” Michael said sternly,clenching his jaw tight as he watched us.

There was a collective growl from the others while David didn’t even spare the Emerson boy a glance,his attention solely on me.

“You like Chinese, kitten?” He asked suddenly, catching me off guard.

Raising my brows I tried to collect myself, “L-Love it.” He smiled in content,”Looks, brains, and enjoys our favorite food. You got the whole package,Think we found ourselves a keeper boys.”

Paul and Marko voiced their agreements while Dwayne merely raised a brow, watching me with a strange look in his eyes that made me shift as my pants grew tighter.

I could have died right then and there when his eyes closed,his hands clenching at his side as he took a deep breath. David smirked when he saw his friends reaction,time to get the ball moving.

“Marko,food.” Marko groaned at David’s command but knew better than to argue,sending me a wink before running off to the entrance of the cave.

“David,we need to talk.” Michael huffed walking over,David looked unimpressed but sighed. “Keep our guest company, I won’t be long Kitten.” David gave me a warm smile,slowly sliding his grip across my body.

Dragging his gloved hand agonizingly over my stomach as it slid under my shirt before stepping away completely. Once looking away from me a dangerous air surrounded him as he stalked towards the Emerson boy, leading Michael off through a hidden passage in the back.

Paul walked over and plopped down on the couch Michael previously claimed and patted the spot next to him, And as if someone was controlling me I walked over with no resistance and sat down beside him with enough space between us to be comfortable. But for Paul that simply wouldn’t do.

He shifted closer until our sides were pressed snuggly together,he looked to Dwayne who wasted no time in sitting on the other side. Successfully caging me in between as he put an arm around the back of the couch behind me,leaned in close as the stretched position made his jacket open wide and show off his bare chest.

It was painfully hard not to ogle at his muscles when they were right in my face, I had to look towards Paul just to try and avoid the temptation.

No matter how much I wanted to grope those beautiful pecs of his.

After a half hour of chatting I began to feel as if I had known these boys for years, it was so easy to talk to them and it actually seemed like they actually cared about what I was saying. Every story shared was met with playful quips, pity when needed, and overall more interaction than I was used to.

Dwayne had left a few minutes ago to check in on David and Michael, leaving me completely alone with the blonde rocker.

“So (Y/n), you gotta tell me. What’s a smokin hot guy like you doing with a square like Michael?” Paul asked suddenly after I had just finished a story about my first time surfing in Santa Carla when I accidentally caused a surf nazi to crash and therefore have been avoiding the boardwalk.

“Hm? Well Michael and I have been friends since diapers, our moms were really close so it was inevitable that we were as well. Being the same age and all.” I stated setting my now empty beer can on the ground with the other boys pile.

He hummed with a small smile on those enticing lips,the mixture of weed and alcohol along with his touchy nature was driving me crazy, “I get it,explains why he’s so protective of you.”

I shrugged,much too distracted by his hands massaging my legs that he had pulled onto his lap at some point. His hands were magical, tenderly working through every aching muscle,”Why else would he hide you from us…though now that i see how hot you are,it’s not hard to tell why.”

My eyes widened when he leaned close to my face, not even attempting to hide his growing lust as he bit his lip. “You’re so hot and yet adorable, if I were him I’d keep you all to myself too. He knew once we got a taste of a pretty boy like you we would never let you go.”

His hand squeezed my thigh and I couldn’t stop the moan that left my mouth,slapping a hand over it I looked away in shame.

“Oh come on baby, don’t be shy. I wanna hear more.” Paul’s hand moved higher up my leg,fingers now terrifyingly close to the growing bulge beneath my tight pants.

Gulping I grabbed his wrist before it could go any higher, shame filling my chest when I realized how horny I was getting having a guy who was a complete stranger to me an hour ago touching me like this. A really hot guy, but a stranger nonetheless.

It was wrong…so why did it feel so right?

“I-I should check on Mi-“ Looking up I gasped when the blonde swooped in and captured my lips, I was even more surprised when I didn’t even try to fight back.

Instead my hand tangled in his hair as he moved to between my legs and squeezed my hips,pressing me harder into the arm of the couch. Though i didn’t mind too much as I added tongue to the kiss,earning a happy hum in response.

Pulling away he tugged my shirt off and started his assault on my neck, kissing and nipping at any flesh he could reach.

It was mind numbing how good at this he was, hands groping me as if he’s done it a thousand times before as his hard bulge started grinding against my ass.

He knew my body before he even knew me.

And I loved it.

Moving down from my now hickey covered neck, Paul kissed my chest…then my stomach…then my waist…before laying on his front between my thighs as his cheek laid on one. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, “Please..let me taste you, I’ll make you feel so good baby! I promise.”

With the way he was begging how could I refuse him,the look I was giving him was all the consent needed as Paul flashed me a feral grin before pressing his lips against my bulge. Mouthing at it through the fabric without a care in the world,hands quick in the way they unbuckled and unzipped my pants and yanked them down along with my boxers. I let out a sigh of relief for having been freed,earning a chuckle from the blonde.

My thighs squeezed his head by reflex when his breath hit my now bare shaft,the tip was probably leaking with precum by now. But I couldn’t find it in me to care much when his nose pressed against it and took a deep breath in,”Oh fuck man,you smell fucking delicious..”

Yup, I was going to die in a wet cave with an insanely hot dude sucking my dick…honestly not a bad way to go.

When his tongue hit my shaft I accidentally squeezed his head again now keeping him trapped between my thighs.

“Fuck yea,suffocate me baby!” His loud voice against my sensitive dick made me moan out into the quiet cave,the strange sensation making me nearly cum then and there.

The blonde looked up and licked his lips when he saw the dazed and wanting expression I had as I stared down at him,it sent an almost painful wave of lust throughout his body.

“Bon appetite.” He pressed a kiss to the tip and listened to my moans before gently grabbing the base,giving it a stroke as he watched my reaction so he could memorize every expression. Licking his lips he gave it a test lick and almost lost control when he realized he was going to become addicted to my taste.

His mouth salavated when he wrapped his lips around the head,swallowing me down until the tip was hitting the back of his throat. “F-Fuck! Holy fuck! Do you not have a g-gag reflex?!” I moaned out in pleasure and shock as he hummed around my cock only causing me to shiver with ecstasy.

A small click of something opening hit my ears but before I could question it I felt a cold substance covered finger probe at my ring of muscle, his eyes squinted with a hint of his smile as he continued swelling me down like a starving beast.

Skilled fingers slid inside of me slowly making a guttural moan leave my body, god it had been too long since another person had down this that I had almost forgotten how good it felt.

“Oh god keep going!” I yelled grabbing two fistfuls of his fluffy mullet and thrusting my hips back and forth trying to get more friction,his nose pressing against my pelvis repeatedly as he allowed me to use him in a way that left him grinding his own Dick against the couch cushion.

Biting my lip I began panting as his hand thrusted harder and faster after adding another finger,further stretching me so deliciously.

Letting my head fall back onto the arm of the couch my eyes drifting off and freezing when I noticed Dwayne standing in the dark hallway he had disappeared into earlier, His arms were crossed over his chest and he silently watched,a smirk growing on those plump lips when he realized he had been spotted.

Sending me a wink he kept eye contact as one of his hands reached down and began palming himself through his tight jeans.

“Holy shit...”

Paul grew oddly jealous when he noticed my attention was no longer on him, releasing my cock with a pop he irgnored my whine as he also slipped his fingers out.

Confusion only lasted a second until I realized he was shedding off his clothes before sliding between my thighs again with nothing but his mesh shirt.

His cock was mouthwatering to look at, long with a slight curve. He was definitely bigger than the last guy I fucked and yet I didn’t feel scared,In fact I felt my own Dick twitch with anticipation at just the thought of it inside of me.

As if reading my mind he stared down at me with feverish eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard baby, okay?”

Dumbly all I could do was nod causing him to grin,”Good boy.” Grabbing his shaft he lined it up with my hole,slowly pushing the head in as it began to stretch the muscle.

Once the head entered fully we both grunted at the tightness,pain and pleasure mixed beautifully together as I held onto his shoulders as he leaned over me and pressed our foreheads together.

Grabbing my hips I didn’t care that his nails were digging into his skin.“That’s it baby, devour my cock!” Paul purred grinding easily as more entered until his hips were settled against my asscheeks. His head fell back in pleasure biting his lips as he shamelessly moaned. “Oh fuck,you’re so tight. Fuck if only you could feel this right now Marko!” He huffed followed by my gasp when he pulled back the till only the tip was in and slammed his hips into me again.

I almost didn’t hear him but a looming shadow over me caught my attention,looking up I saw Marko grinning down at me.”I should be mad you got to him first but I have a better idea.”

My eyes widened in shock and I opened my mouth to speak only for him to straddle my chest,”Fuck you’re so hot,DollFace.” That lust from before came back in full as he undid his belt,pushing down both his paints and boxers to reveal his weeping cock. Where Paul’s was long and angular his was long and thick, his hand pumped it as he stared down at me with heavy lust.

“Been waiting for this since the second you entered the cave, couldn’t wait to stuff my cock down that tight throat of yours.” I panted at both his words and Paul’s Dick pummeling my ass me as he used me to his content,grabbing Marko’s waist the blonde nipped at the others ear. “Don’t hold back Marko, (Y/n) can take it.”

Marko’s grin was feral as he pressed the head against my lips,”Wasn’t planning on it.” Opening my mouth I sucked on the head making him throw his head back onto Paul’s shoulder with a loud moan,not caring who heard.

Grabbing his thighs to stabilize him I licked the underside before sucking him in more,enjoying his sweet taste as I tried to bob my head from the awkward position.

Realizing my struggle he leaned forward and out of Paul’s grasp, grabbing onto the arm of the couch which was a much better positing as he began thrusting into my mouth. Moving my hands to his ass i groped the plump flesh and smiled against his cock when the action earned a whimper that sent heat to my gut.

Shutting my eyes at the sensory overload I felt a hand brush through my hair,peaking over I saw Dwayne knelt beside us with a smirk as he watched Marko rapidly thrust with no mercy. One glance down was all it took to notice he was hard too,thinking was hard right now but I soon came up with an idea.

Reaching over I put my hand over his bulge, his jaw clenched and he grunted when I squeezed.

“Fuck,are you sure..?” He asked and while I couldn’t nod I instead moved my hand to the waistband of his pants and he got the hint.

He smirked and got to work on undoing his pants and freeing himself just as Marko had,my eyes widened when I saw just how girthy he was. The man was packing a monster for sure, the sheer size dwarfed my hand when I wrapped it around the base and gave it a few strokes just to see how he’d react.

His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a sinful moan,one that would make even Lucifer blush. It was purely guttural mixed with a growl as he grabbed my wrist and used my hand as a flesh-light, I tightened my grip a bit and hummed in delight when I saw both him and Marko shiver.

Deciding to take a bit of control back I began thirsting up to meet Paul’s hips he cried out in pleasure and grabbed my hip and the back of the couch for support as i mercilessly fucked him.

Hallowing my cheeks Marko whimpered and took a hand full of my hair as Dwayne sat up a bit to kiss him,it was so hot to watch as the two fought for dominance.

Just as Marko was about to win I swallowed him down more until his tip hit the back of my throat,His mouth opened in a silent cry giving Dwayne the chance to take over. Biting Marko’s lip he grabbed his nipple through his ripped tank and pinched,resulting in Marko’s hips faltering.

My hand continued it’s pumping and soon enough all three made sounds that let me know they were close.

“Fuck guys…I-I can’t..” Marko pulled away from Dwayne and glanced back at Paul who was panting heavily as his hips thrusted at a quick pace,”Neither can I,he’s feels so good! Fuck he’s so tight he’s gonna milk me!”

Dwayne grunted in agreement,clenching his eyes shut tight when my pace got faster. “I’m gonna kill Michael for hiding him from us this long.”

While I should be upset at Dwayne for threatening My best friend I was on cloud nine right now,lightly I raked my teeth against Marko’s cock and that was all he needed.

“Ah! F-Fu..” he yelled as he finally came,cumming straight down my throat as I tried to swallow every last drop.

He pulled out his now flaccid dick and sat back on my chest,he turned to Dwayne and watched as he too reached his climax. Strings of white shooting up and hitting us both on the face and chest,Dwayne almost grew hard again when I lifted my hand up to my mouth and licked off his thick cum and moaned at the taste.

“Come on baby,I want you!” Marko slipped off my chest and they all were surprised when I shot up and tackled Paul back on the couch, straddling him as I bounced on his lap. Forcing him to thrust harder and harder as i wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Ah! Hah! Fuck guys…h-He..Ah..is amazing.” Paul moaned out before nipping and licking my ear. “Keep going baby,harder!” Grabbing my dick he pumped it to match the thrusts,so deep in my own pleasure I didn’t notice the way his eyes glowed and his mouth aimed for my shoulder.

Only for his teeth to sink into a wrist instead, his eyes widened and he saw David hovering behind me with a harsh glare.

Slipping his teeth back out he chuckled, “H-Hi Davey.” Far too drowned out in pleasure I merely glanced back at him causing his frown to melt into a smirk.

“Looks like the boys have been keeping you entertained,pretty boy.” He mused seeing me nod as I went back to fucking myself on Paul’s Dick as the blonde squealed with pleasure.

“Fuck…he’s so good David.” Marko said biting his thumb as they all watched,David hummed and began shedding his jackets and tossing the on the other side of the couch.

“Perhaps I’ll have to see for myself, Huh kitten?” Nodding I licked a stripe up Paul’s neck making him vibrate with shivers.

David grinned and made quick work of releasing his cock,settling on the couch behind me his leather gloves were cold against my skin when he grabbed my asscheeks and gave them a squeeze.

He laughed cruelly when I leaned back against his touch searching for more, “Now now (Y/n),patience. I’ll be fucking you dumb soon enough.” He said lowly in my ear as he wrapped himself around me and grinded against my ass,thrusting to meet Paul’s. And I felt myself wishing he would just slip it in as well…that thought surprised me but I had never felt this horny before.

“David…” I moaned reaching back and grabbing the back of his neck,turning my head towards him I tried to kiss him only for his lips to move out of reach. “Words Kitten,what do you want me to do to you?”

I playfully bit my lip,enjoying the way his eyes followed the action.

“Fuck me..kiss me…use me.” His beautiful blue orbs darkened and he grinned,”With pleasure.”

He surged forward and captured my lips in a heated kiss, unlike with Dwayne and Marko there was no fighting for dominance. David was on top and that was final, and I was more than okay with that.

He licked my lips as he pulled back when his fingers lapped up some of Dwayne's cum and used it as lube to lather his own cock,”Think you can handle both of us Kitten, wouldn’t want to break you.”

I couldn’t tell if he was taunting me or not,but honestly right now I couldn’t care less. I just knew I needed them both inside me,to feel the fullness of both of them pounding into me was all I wanted.

“Please~ I can h-Handle it!” His eyes darkened with lust as he shared a look with the others, “I knew he’d be perfect.” I heard Dwayne say as he stood hovering over Paul’s shoulder,leaning on the back of the couch as he closely watched.

“Alright then pretty boy, since you begged so nicely.” Mercilessly he forced himself past the ring of muscle,squeezing inside until he was pressed firmly alongside Paul. They both grunted at the sensation while I could only hold onto them with my jaw hanging open in pure bliss.

Never had I felt so full before, it was incredible to the point where I doubted I could ever feel satisfied masturbating again after this.

“F-Fuck..so tight.” David grunted pressing his face into the side of my neck as he gritted his teeth. “David…Ah…Harder.” A sadistic grin formed against my neck as a deep chuckle rumbled against my back, even Paul looked slightly tightened by whatever his leader was about to do. Seeing as how his poor dick would also be affected in the crossfire.

“Pretty boy likes it hard Huh? Well who am I to deny you.” With a tightening grip on my waist he began thrusting harder than before…much harder.

Paul gasped out just as I did, struggling to keep up with the platinum blonde despite his best efforts. He was too close to his orgasm, Moaning like a bitch in heat at both my tight warm cavity and David’s unrelenting pace against him.

“Holy shit…where have you boys been all my life?” Marko chuckled at my question, watching me yank Paul’s head back by his hair so I could lick and nibble at his throat. “We’ve been here doll, but don’t worry we have all the time in the world to catch up.”

If I had been in a better state of mind I might have noticed the dark meaning behind those pretty words, but pleasure racked my mind like a drug. All I wanted was for them to consume my mind body and soul until I was completely theirs.

Michael didn’t even cross my mind even as Paul finally succumbed to his pleasure, “Ah! Fuck baby!” He groaned dropping his head onto my chest as his cum poured into my hole, filling it until it was squelching out and onto his lap.

David however was far from done, and the second Paul pulled out He was falling back with me on his lap,back pressed against him as he continued to thrust up. “You’re ours now (Y/n), join us and you’ll feel this pleasure for the rest of eternity.” His hands were everywhere, my hips,my Dick,my throat. His hips stopped in their assault waiting for my answer, and being so blinded by my lust for them I couldn’t think of any other choice but to agree, “Yes! yes! Just please let me cum!”

His feral grin sent shivers down my spine as he motioned for Marko to grab something, I didn’t see what he and the others were doing as I buried my face into the side of David’s head. Moaning into his ear I could feel his dick twitch inside me as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, my brows furrowed when I saw a gold chalice being held to my lips.

“Drink this, be ours and I will let you cum (Y/n). You will never be left behind or forgotten, we will love you and cherish you. All you have to do is drink.” His words struck a chord deep inside of me,bringing tears that fell as his striking blue eyes softened.

“I want to be loved.” I said as I felt a hand brush the tears from my cheeks, looking up I saw Dwayne hovering over us as he cupped my face in his strong hands . “You will be, we take care of what’s ours. Don’t you want to be ours baby boy?” His face grew closer to mine as he and David caged me between them.

David’s lips whispered praising words into my ear while Dwayne placed gentle kisses along my collarbone as the chalice grazed my lips, they all knew they had won the second I shut my eyes and parted my lips.

“That’s my good boy.” David purred as he tipped the chalice and let the crimson liquid inside pour slowly into my mouth.

It tasted indescribable as my tongue tingled, it slid down my throat until I had drank every last drop. Only then did David pull it away and pass it to someone off to the side.

“You did so good baby boy, now the real fun begins.” The thrusting returned with it’s brutal pace, making me yelp and moan as I felt my lower stomach twist and beg for release.

“That’s it,scream for me kitten.” David grabbed my chin and forced it towards him as he captured my lips in a fiery kiss.

Our audience all watched with matching grins as we were so close to the end, parting with a gasp David licked my lips before switching positions.

My face was pressed down onto the couch as he draped over my back, “Come on baby boy, milk me dry!” He roared biting into my shoulder and making me gasp in ecstasy. It burned in the best way, finally pushing me over the edge as cum shot out and pooled on the cushions.

David wasn’t far behind as his teeth left my shoulder and he grunted, his cum mixing with Paul’s as he too came. Sliding out he motioned for someone to get something to clean me up.

Heavy breaths echoed in the quiet cave, a hand petting my hair as I came down from my high made me smile. Marko’s handsome face held a Cheshire grin while his fingers brushed over my scalp, “Welcome to the family Doll, we’re all gonna have so much fun together.”

Feeling my eyelids grow heavy I nodded in agreement, “W-What about Michael?” David turned my tired body onto my back and taking my chin he leaned down till our lips were a mere inch apart, “Forget about Michael, he had his chance but you belong to us now.” His lips grazed mine teasingly as he growled.

“Rest now, we have much to discuss tomorrow.” I didn’t have the energy to argue as I felt my consciousness leave me.

“Our sweet boy.”

———

“(Y/n)! Come on wake up!”

Michael frantically tried to wake me,but it seemed useless as I merely groaned with displeasure and further burrowed into the nest of blankets.

“We have to leave, I should have never brought you here! Wake up!” A dark chuckle met his panicked words making the brunette boy jump and whip around in fear.

“I thought I warned you to stay away Michael.” David was fully dressed again, a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he eyed the Emerson boy.

“I’m not leaving without him!” David couldn’t help but to laugh, pulling his cigarette away he stalked over tauntingly slow and blew the smoke into Michaels face.

Smirking as he winced before a frown formed, “You did your job by bringing him to us, now I have no use for you. (Y/n) belongs to us now, I suggest you forget about him and leave while I still have mercy on you.”

Tossing the cigarette onto the ground he stomped it out before pushing past the half and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. Michael clenched his fists at his sides and turned to storm out of the hidden room they had stored me in, close to their den so they could always check on me without fear of the sunlight.

“He loved you too you know, how cruel you were leaving him in the dust. Not to worry,we’ll take good care of him.” Michael froze eyes wide before h shook his head,”This isn’t over David, I’ll be back for him and I wont stop until his is safe. Even if it means killing you.”

David looked amused by the threat, like Michael was just a mere child who was throwing a tantrum because he didn’t get his way. “Goodbye Michael.”

He listened as michaels footsteps disappeared from the cave entirely before standing again, peeling his jacket he tossed it on a chair before slipping into bed behind me. Wrapping an arm around my waist he pulled me into his chest with a content hum.

“David?” I mumbled, drowsy from sleep as David merely pulled me closer and looked over the his and the boys many bite marks that claimed me as theirs. “Go back to sleep kitten, I’ve got you.” He licked his and smirked as I shivered.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that tomorrow, rest now. You’ll need the energy.” With that promise in mind he watched as I finally fell back asleep safely wrapped in a monsters arms.

If only I knew what fate was laid before me when I woke up.

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x male!reader #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x male reader #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys Marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys David #tlb 1987 #marko tlb #david tlb #tlb paul #tlb Dwayne #michael emerson

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sweetest-honeybee · 10 months

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I'm going to be starting my very first commissions soon! I am very excited but do you have any tips on what I should and shouldn't do?

Oh that’s very exciting! Hmm I have a post somewhere but I’ll just answer anyways 😂 This is gonna be insanely long

- Don’t be disappointed if you don’t get a huge amount of people asking at first. It’s all about drawing people in and growing an audience! If you don’t have an audience yet, it’s always worth it to market and advertise pretty well. Multiple social medias, using common tags, promoting in say, is discord server if you’re in one or something, all that jazz

- Pricing is very difficult and it’ll fluctuate and change over time. You’re not gonna get it down first try, and they’ll change with your workflow and what you realize you can and can’t do/handle! Personally, I took the amount of time I take on each canvas and estimated some average times (I.e. a rendered bust takes me 1.5-2 hours) and multiplied that by ah, $30 I think at first? And then doubled my prices later down the road

- Additionally however, pricing in such a way that you make good money for your time is important but, and I can’t stress this enough, PLEASE consider the people you’re advertising your work to and who follows you, what communities you’re in, etc. For myself, I’ve recently began to aim for higher quality clients who can pay more all at once and so I can get more money with less commissions stacked in my queue. Thus why my lowest price is still quite high. If you want more frequent clients, most often it’s best to keep your prices relatively low but still good value for you. Again, it’s all about finding that balance and figuring out your workflow

- Speaking of workflow, there’s no one right way to do commissions. Your process is your own and from my experience, I’ve gone through a bunch of different processes with different people! Haha, I’ve even signed a contract once to really seal the deal on the terms and conditions. Make it your own! Be as professional as you feel the need to or not. Do whatever makes you comfortable as long as it’s not at the expense of the client, of course

- You may or may not be contacted by spam bots and other accounts about your work. Believe me, it’ll happen once or twice that you might be scammed if you’re not careful (it’s happened to me twice) but if I could say, it’s usually accounts with names that don’t match their icons, using little/terrible punctuation and very automated repsonses, requesting work that’s not what you do usually, requesting work of family members/pets, offering very large sums of money, whatever else. Just be safe!

- Hmmm what else….

- Make sure you have plenty of examples of your work and the style of art/coloring that you’re advertising. If you’re offering something new, just get like 3-4 examples in and have a consistent process before having people pay money for it. I love my current rendering style but I had to wait til I had a few to know how I wanted to go about offering it as a new coloring style and how it’s different from what I would typically do

- Some clients are definitely rude and pester. It’s okay to put your foot down and say you’re not comfortable working with them. Personally, I offer up other artists if that’s the case (within reason, I don’t send rude people generally but sometimes clients get frustrated with you because you’re not the kind of artists they’ll end up wanting to work with) or if I’m just not able to do a commission because it’s, for example, out of my skill level or something. Always good to send people to artists who are open for work

- I’m actually learning this myself but if you’re working with someone who’s well known (I.e. I worked with good ol Xisumavoid), having T&Cs is useful for those larger clients. Xisuma actually gave me his terms and conditions to fill out in the invoices so if the client has that as well, it works that way too! And again, if you have questions or you’re uncomfortable by someone else’s T&Cs, say that! Believe me, they’ll work with you if they truly intend to use your work (bless that man, he was so kind and transparent about the whole process)

- Of courses you are just starting out but you never know!

That’s pretty much he main stuff. Just make sure it’s seen and clear, you’re valued and understand your value, and that everything you’ll be doing is all up to you. If you have artists friends (or myself) that you’d ever need input from, give them (or me) a holler! This is all just me, other artists have more or different ways they’d suggest going about things so if you don’t agreed with anything I’ve said, that’s alright 😌

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Writing Update (06/20/2022)

Hello everyone! Yet another good writing week-- this time I managed to churn out 47k words, meaning Chapter 5 is currently 133k words long.

I did not expect this chapter to be so big-- but honestly I’m not complaining. A good chunk of it is horizontal length (through scene variations and choices), but thanks to the expedition scene from Chapter 4, I feel a lot more comfortable writing all those variations. The goal is to make each branch feel unique based on your relationship with characters without having to completely rewrite everything (and therefore never actually complete the chapter or game) but I think I’ve been doing pretty okay in those regards.

Word count wise, I’m speculating Chapter 5 is gonna be ~270k to 300k words if I just double the half-way count. I’m also two scenes away from being halfway done with Chapter 5! If I can write just as much in July as I have in June, there’s a possibility I might be able to finish the Chapter at the end of the month 👀

Of course there’d still be all the editing that goes into it, and I don’t like to set hard deadlines, but it is a sort of lax goal I’m gonna try and see if I can make.

Otherwise-- I’m currently working on two sparring scenes with two very different companions, one of which I’ll reveal to be Nikke...

This is the first sort of “real” combat scene that I’m writing-- aka. it’s the first scene where I have a solid grasp on how I want the system, stat increases, and stat checks to work.

In general, MC will always be able to kick the ass of most people they encounter. MC might get a couple bruises or new scars along the way, but it’ll never really be a matter of losing since they’re... well, The Commander. However, in Act 2 of the game, MC’s still growing in power and will encounter fighters who are on par with them. For example, Syfyn is a powerhouse and is roughly on par with MC physically even when MC is at their best (though she lacks MC’s ability to make hard decisions). Nikke’s quick, sneaky, and able to predict MC’s actions now that he’s seen them fight a few times. There’s mythosi out there that could give MC a run for their money at the moment.

All of those fights will have the possibility of MC losing. They won’t die, b/c I don’t like game-overs, but it will undeniably be a loss in-game. And, in each of these boss fights, it won’t always be a matter of picking your highest stat and spamming it.

I’ll be using Nikke as an example just because his scene is the one I’m writing. Like I said before, Nikke is great at predicting and copying someone’s fighting style once he’s observed it enough times. And, by Chapter 5, he’s able to mimic The Commander’s fighting style. Because of this, if you fight him, you might be able to get away with spamming strength (especially if you’re a werewolf) just because of how much of an advantage you could have on him physically.

Otherwise, you’re probably going to lose if you take that strategy. He’ll know The Commander tends to rely on strategic fighting, and as a result, will adapt to do the same. He’ll know The Commander sometimes falls back on charisma if they’re pushed into a corner-- and he’ll adapt to that, too. Your best bet when fighting him is to choose some of your worst stats. It’s not a matter of doing them well, but of taking Nikke off-guard, which will then give you the opportunity to strike that he would’ve otherwise denied giving you.

All the “bosses” in-game are going to have different methods of fighting, and it’ll be up to you and your general Commander build to figure out how to defeat them. There’ll always be a hint somewhere-- and some of your companions might be able to make up for any mistakes you make if you have good enough affinity with them to want to take a risk for MC.

Otherwise, that’s all I’ll share for now! Thanks for reading, and may the next week be just as productive as this one! :)

P.S. for antagonistic Nikke lovers: You will given the chance to flirt via. fighting next chapter <3

#writing update

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unfriendlyamazon · 6 months

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kame valley (stardew au)

currently obsessed with stardew valley again and yes i can make everything about ygo so here's an au i started actually a long time ago

Title: Kame Valley

Characters: All of them, mainly Seto Kaiba

Summary:

When Seto Kaiba is sent to secure Kaiba Corp's foothold in the small farming community that is Kokoro Town. His corporate goal get waylaid again and again, forcing him to get to know the local villagers, and maybe even engage with them once in a while. Rather than changing the valley, Kaiba finds himself being changed.

Spring, Day 1

Seto Kaiba nearly dropped his bags when he saw where he was staying for the next three weeks. Behind him, Mayor Pegasus seemed oblivious to his growing concern.

Seto’s voice strained when he said, “This is it?”

This was it. The old cabin had seen better days, the wood planks that made up its walls old and peeling. The red shingles of the roof threatened to slide right off. One morose window gazed out onto the small porch, and a lantern was hung over the wind beaten door. It had already been a hike from the one entrance into town, blocked partially by the broken down bus, down a dirt road, and now onto what looked to be a fair sized plot of land. Seto’s gaze swept over the rock ridden dirt. Trees rose up like their own little forest, and stumps were left at attempts to keep them at bay.

Seto breathed out through his teeth. It’d been a day of good omens.

“Unfortunately,” Mayor Pegasus said, singing every other syllable, “accommodations are somewhat limited in Kokoro Town. But the farm’s been unused for years, and everything still works. You’ll be very comfortable here.”

Seto looked at the mayor, whose attitude and style would kindly be described as “eccentric”. Silver hair fanned around his face, covering his left eye, and he wore a clean pink shirt and slacks. Seto had not spoken to him directly until he greeted him ten minutes ago, and already he was desperate to remove himself from his company. He was desperate to remove himself from this town. But Kokoro Town was the foot in the door to the entirety of Kame Valley that Kaiba Corp needed, especially if they were going to keep expanding out. The PR boost would help too. One small town transformed into a thriving marketplace thanks to Kaiba Corp. Noah had visited his office and told Seto that he was the one he needed to rely on to get this done. Seto had been suspicious, but now he knew for sure. Noah was torturing him.

Three weeks, he told himself. Then it’s back to Domino City, where they have hotels and paved streets and electricity.

“It’s fine,” he said, mostly to himself. “I’ll be spending most of my time at the Kaiba Mart anyway, which is…”

The mayor rifled through his pockets before providing a small printed map. “On the other side of town, I’m afraid. You’re lucky you’re here in the spring. It’ll be a brisk walk in the morning.”

“Walk?” he repeated and unfolded the map. Ra, they weren’t even large enough to justify driving. He wasn’t far from town center, but the mart was on the other side of even that, crossing a river to the furthest east it could be from where he was now. Seto didn’t consider himself an inactive person, but every day? Everywhere? He’d packed nothing but his clean business loafers and work clothes. His black shoes were already coated in a fine layer of dust.

“You’ll get used to it in time,” Pegasus said.

Seto hoped he wouldn’t have to. His fear that the inside of the cabin was worse than the outside was only mollified some by the presence of the nicely crafted furniture and small television set. The fireplace was warmed, suggesting someone had bothered to inspect the place before his arrival. He let his bags drop on the ground and side eyed the sheets on the bed that was pushed against the wall. At least it wasn’t a twin. The single room didn’t offer much by way of amenities, not even a kitchen, which wasn’t so much of a loss. It wasn’t as if he cooked.

“It’s homey,” he said, in a way that was not a compliment.

“I’ll give Mr. Muto your regards,” the mayor said. “It’s his property. He’s too old to tend it now, and his grandson tries. He’s quite the fan of yours.”

His ridiculous drawl made it hard to tell if that was sarcasm or not, but Seto banked on caution. Kaiba Corp didn’t make many friends, and the nicely detailed report spelled out Kokoro Town’s resistance to any expansion here. It would worry him, if it mattered.

“And any adjustments that need to be made,” Pegasus continued, “the Ishtars are happy to provide. I should organize a meeting with all the business leaders for you.”

“I’m sure it won’t be necessary,” Seto said. He didn’t want to know what passed for a ‘business leader’ in this town. “I should check in with Kaiba Mart.”

“Of course,” the mayor sang. “And allow me to take you on a wonderful tour of our town as we go.”

Seto held in his groan as he followed him from the dirt path of the farm into town proper. Kokoro’s town center, at least, was paved with businesses huddled around the square. The buildings were unpatterned in their placement, with a medical clinic and general store sloped against each other, and a short ways away a spot whose sign read “Mr. Clown’s Saloon”. The rest were homes, including the mayor’s house, a little larger than the others with a full garden decorating the front. Pegasus pointed out a short path that led to the mountains, and a stone bridge that crossed to the beach. Two rivers crossed here, and the smooth current was alive with fish who snapped at the surface.

Seto didn’t bother to listen as Pegasus pointed out whose home belonged to who or go into a detailed history of every building. He didn’t bother to acknowledge the people that the mayor said good morning to. He removed his phone instead and went to message his brother and frowned when he noticed his inbox was empty. Mokuba usually sent him twenty texts before nine, but there was nothing since last night. He swiped over to his email, which only boasted a handful of unread emails. A sense of dread crept over him as he tried to refresh, only to get a spinning icon that rang with false promise.

With dawning horror, Seto said, “There’s no signal out here.”

Pegasus trailed off mid-sentence as he turned around to look at him. He noted the very expensive brick in Seto’s hands.

“Oh, no,” he said, as an afterthought. “There’s no towers for miles. I’m told in the mountains there’s more luck, but we still use the landlines around here.”

Seto stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m afraid so.” He let out a sigh. “Your office must have some work around, I’m sure. For now you’ll have to enjoy our rustic hospitality.”

He kept walking, crossing the short bridge over the river to where the Kaiba Mart sat, and Seto had no choice but to follow after. He clutched his phone in his hand like an injured baby bird in hopes that it would come alive again.

The Kaiba Mart sat in stark contrast to the picturesque nature around them. It’s white and blue walls were modern and clean, and its windowless exterior made it seem like an alien obelisk left behind. They crossed through the sliding doors, and at once the natural sounds of wind rustling through trees and the babbling of the brook and tweeting of birds were replaced with tinny elevator music and the hum of AC. Rows of shelving sat neatly with the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A bored looking girl sat at the register while a handful of employees restocked. It was practically busy compared to the rest of town, with people shopping up and down the aisles. Across from the registers was a customer service desk where a man stood to attention, making their way to them.

“I believe you’re in your world now, Kaiba-boy,” Pegasus said. “If there’s anything else I can do for you, I’m never hard to find.”

He ambled away before Seto could protest the sudden familiar nickname, and he was quickly accosted by the manager, who offered a thorough handshake he was forced to escape from. His suit and clean cut hair was closer to the Kaiba Corp goons he was used to dealing with. Seto tried to remember his name from the file and was saved the hassle.

“My name is Roland, sir,” he said. “I’m grateful for the chance to assist you.”

“Right.” Seto didn’t bother introducing himself. He glanced around the grocers and didn’t miss the interest a few employees were paying him. “I assume there’s an office I can set up in.”

“Of course. Right away.”

The back of the Kaiba Mart was roomier than expected, which Seto was grateful for. The employee area was clean and empty, a small TV next to a table playing the weather report. Roland’s office had a single window to look out at any slackers and free of any personal items except for a single kitschy palm tree from the Kuriboh Desert. The rest was storage, and then a room that had been cleaned out and outfitted with a desk and the usual Kaiba Mart motivational posters and metal shelves with binders and blueprints. A stark white light illuminated the space. It smelled faintly of bleach. Seto left the door open for fear it was not as well ventilated as it appeared.

Seto knew going in that there was a plan in place. A small version of KC’s headquarters would be built on land in Kokoro Town, which would open up all of the valley to expansion. Apparently finding the land to build on was the first roadblock. The woods were protected, the mountains deemed unsafe, and there was a full envelope of angry letters from one Solomon Muto in which he expressed with certainty that his farm was not for sale. The only viable property was an abandoned community center, which had a lot of legal red tape around it. Still, Kaiba Corp’s lawyers were fastidious and their pockets bottomless. Roland explained in excruciating detail the issues they’d faced in securing even a construction site, and Seto only stopped him when he got to the biggest sticking point.

“What the hell do you mean by ‘community leadership support’?” he asked.

Roland pointed to the legal papers amid the many files. “Because it’s the property of the town, Kaiba Corp can’t just purchase it. There are five community leaders that need to vote in order for them to give the property over to us. And right now only the mayor is giving us his support.”

Seto narrowed his eyes a the papers in front of him as though they were hiding their secrets. “So in order to get this entire project started, we need to convince four other people that letting Kaiba Corp into their town is a good idea. How do we do that?”

“I think,” he said nervously, “that’s why you’re here.”

Seto continued to focus his gaze on the items in front of him, even as weight pressed down on his chest. This hadn’t been in that nicely detailed file, which meant Noah wanted it to be a surprise. He sent him here, this remote town with no contact to the outside world, in order to play nice with a bunch of country hicks who managed to own enough property to be a thorn in his side. Seto prided himself on a lot of things--his work ethic, his bullheadedness, his ability to get things done--but his people skills had never been his strong suit. His usual methods of brute force and intimidation might not be the appropriate move here.

He sunk his head into his hands. “There has to be some loophole.”

“I’m afraid not,” Roland said.

“Then there has to be another town,” Seto groaned. “One with bribable officials.”

“This is the only foot in the door Kaiba Corp has ever managed.”

“Fantastic.”

Of course, Noah had chosen him for this job. All he had to do was make some friends.

#stardew valley au #kame valley #yugioh #ygo #i have such plans written down for this but it's very time intensive #yes it's kaijou but i thought i'd just share the first bit #also because i loooove writing pegasus

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pinkuberii · 2 years

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do you write for aether?? if yes can you make aether, zhongli and kaeya with gn reader who had long hair, got a new hairstyle (short hair) and is hesitant to show them since they thought it doesn't look good?

- Haircut -

Tw: None I can think of <3

Wc: 950+

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Kaeya x Reader, Zhongli x Reader

Summary: You’re hesitant to show your lover your new haircut

A/N: My writing is just so… idk… like I haven’t written anything in a while… and dear nonnie, I don’t write for Aether hence why he isn’t here <3

Masterlist -> <3

Kaeya:

Loves you in every single way <3

Probably reassures you that it’s fine and that he’d definitely love your hair no matter what style it is

But he’d understand as to why you’re so hesitant before showing it to him

“And why do you think that it doesn’t look good,” Kaeya asked you with great curiosity from the other side of the door whilst patiently waiting for your reply, ear pressed against the other side of the door. His hand was resting on the handle of the locked piece, yet he pushed it down once again, knowing that it wouldn’t open anyway.

“I don’t really know,” you answered, “I’m so used to my long hair.. and you too… and now it just looks so different. I mean of course it looks different I just got a haircut but… still.” You looked back at the figure in the bathroom mirror with a rather troubled expression. A great part of you just wanted to open the door for him to enter but that little resting bit refused. What if he doesn’t like it, you thought.

The man sighed softly before commencing to speak, “Darling, I’m dying out of curiosity here… but I’ll give you as long as you need to come out. Just know that I’m sure you look amazing in every certain way possible.”

(Y/n) you have to open the door now though his poor brain is doing backflips

Hey this reminds me, I got curtain bangs yesterday-

They keep getting in front of my face :((

Okokokok-

After a bit of thinking you finally gave in, with great hesitation your hand found its way towards the door key, slowly turning it the other way to unlock the barricade that was separating you from your lover. Upon hearing the sound he was desperately waiting for Kaeya couldn’t help but smile excitedly, however that said smile quickly reached his ears after finally laying his eyes on you. ‘Oh archons’ was the only thing he could mutter before stepping closer, lips parted apart.

Well, that response was so vague that you started to panic for the second time that day, because come on now, oh archons is mostly used when something goes bad, doesn’t it? “I knew you wouldn’t have liked it,” you cried out as you turned your face away in an attempt to hide.

“Who said I didn’t like it,” Kaeya questioned as he lazily allowed his fingers to travel through your short locks, quickly accompanying those actions with kisses, “you look absolutely stunning with this haircut, darling. Short hair does suit you in my opinion.”

Yeah he LOVES it

Like he can’t stop running his fingers through your hair whenever the chance to do so arises

I love him so much for real-

And if you still think it doesn’t look good, he’ll make sure to prove the opposite

Because he wants you to be happy and confident about yourself <333

Zhongli:

Loves you in every single way too <3

Also very curious as to what your new haircut looks like, especially if you told him

100% sure that he’s going to love it no matter how it looks like

Becomes a bit sad when you hesitate to show it to him after you came home :(

“I told you—” you cried out, “—it looks… bad and… and… I don’t know!” You sat on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor as your arms were currently wrapped around your legs, head resting on top of your knees. Maybe… Maybe it was a stupid decision to cut your long hair after years. You were so used to it and now it’s all gone, and it’ll take quite a while to grow back.

“My dearest, please let me in so I can at least comfort you,” Zhongli begged as he tried to open the door once more but to no avail, it was completely locked, “I won’t even look at your hair, I promise.”

The second the sound of you unlocking the door enters his ears he immediately steps back from it, gloved hands quickly flying over to his eyes to cover them.

Upon seeing the sight in front of you, you couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape from your lips despite all the worrying you’ve just did, “It’s okay, Li. You can look, everyone will see it at one point.”

“Are you certain, dearest? Please don’t force yourself for me…”

“Yes, I’m certain!”

He can’t help but gasp softly after seeing your new haircut

Like!! You look so much prettier with it!!!

But you were already breathtaking with your long hair and aaaaaa

He’s a (y/n) simp let him have his moment- <33

“Just when I thought you couldn’t even be more prettier you proved me wrong, very wrong,” the man stepped closer to you, his fingers quickly brushing a strand of hair away from your pretty face. He simply loved the way you looked right now, “How did the thought of this haircut looking bad even cross your mind?”

“I don’t know. I was scared of your reaction, I think…” you admitted whilst running your fingers through your locks, “but I think I like it more now because you do so too.” A faint smile found its way towards your sweet lips as your (e/c) eyes gazed into his amber ones.

Aww you two are absolutely adorable <33

Would certainly love to style your short hair if you’d let him

He’d also play with it a lot whenever you two cuddle after a long day

Zhongli just loves every damn aspect of you :(

God,, me when?

WHY AREN’T THEY REAL BRO-

*insert crying cat meme*

Taglist: @escapeis @x-zho

#esu writes—📝#genshin impact #genshin #zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin headcanons #kaeya genshin #zhongli genshin #zhongli #kaeya #zhongli genshin impact #kaeya genshin impact

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auspicious-manner · 2 years

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Could you write one where the reader wants dodge to ride a rollercoaster with her but he doesn't want to admit that he's scared?

i loved writing this one!

female reader x dodge mason

warnings: none

Thrill

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today was the day Y/N had been looking forward to for ages. her and her boyfriend dodge were going to six flags for the first time.

she loved the thrill of rides and roller coasters. to her, the feeling of your stomach dropping when going down a hill on a roller coaster was a feeling like no other. it never failed to excite her.

Y/N knew dodge would probably love roller coasters too. he was the riskiest person she knew, and although he’d never been on a roller coaster, she knew that dodge would be hooked.

she picked dodge up bright and early in the morning, wearing a cropped tank top and high waisted shorts. she wore her hair in a low bun styled with her favorite sunglasses. dodge came out of his house, carrying a backpack.

“how excited are you?” Y/N asked, practically beaming.

“you know, seeing you this eager makes me feel the same way. when you’re happy, i’m happy.” dodge replied as Y/N began to drive away.

“hell yeah, i’m hyped!”

they got on the road, excited for the day ahead of them. “so, what rides are you wanting to experience the most?” Y/N asked.

“um… i’m not sure yet. i haven’t really done my research.” dodge told her, looking out the window.

“i can’t wait to ride the batman ride. it’s going to be so much fun.”

their small talk continued the rest of the way there, and they pulled into the already overflowing parking lot. Y/N noticed dodge attaching his eyes to the tall coasters in the distance.

“let’s do this.” Y/N said before taking dodge’s hand and guiding him to the entrance of the park.

the couple waited in the long line and eventually had their bags checked and their tickets scanned. “what should we do first?” Y/N asked dodge, looking around at all of the sights after they had made it in to the park.

dodge carefully eyed the rides. “should we start off with some shopping?”

Y/N briefly paused. “yeah, sure. it’ll get us into the mood.”

hand in hand, they browsed through all of the shops the park had to offer. they looked through candy stores, cartoon themed stores, and superhero stores. they even managed to buy a few souvenirs from their adventure.

it was now almost noon, and Y/N was getting antsy to ride some rides.

“what should we ride first? how about that one?” she asked, pointing to a tall coaster that looped upside down and had the biggest drop dodge had ever seen.

“how about we build up? we start with one of the smaller rides and, uh- save the big stuff for last.” dodge told her, an unsure tone in his voice that Y/N didn’t seem to catch.

“i like the way you think, dodge.” she said while dodge sighed a sigh of relief.

they made their way to their first ride, where the passengers sit in a plane and the ride spins in a circle while the arms connecting to the planes rose up and down. although the ride was meant to be a family ride, dodge was looking forward to having a minor thrill.

after waiting in the short line, they boarded the ride and shared a plane together. once the ride started, dodge smiled to himself.

“what’s got you all happy?” Y/N asked, taking notice of the grin on his face.

“i like this ride, it’s fun.”

“i guess you could call it that,” she started. “i can’t wait to get to the big rides, though.”

dodge sat back in his seat. unbeknownst to Y/N, he was dreading confronting the thrill rides.

once that ride was finished, they upgraded to the swings ride, where they were raised high in the air while the ride spun.

the seats lifted off the ground as the ride began to spin, and they rose higher and higher in the air. meanwhile, dodge couldn’t tear his eyes away from the ground growing further and further away from him with each passing second.

“this ride is so chill, don’t you think?” Y/N asked him. he flicked his eyes back up, and he looked at her. “oh yeah, totally. this is really, uh, relaxing.”

Y/N squinted her eyes a bit and ignored dodge’s strange behavior.

after the ride was lowered and they got off, Y/N pointed to the ride she spotted earlier. “dodge, i think it’s time we go on that one.”

dodge gulped. “are you sure? it’s really tall.”

Y/N glared at him. “dodge, are you scared?”

he looked around, guilty. “what? no, not at all. i was making sure you’d be okay going on this ride. i’m not scared of roller coasters.”

she contemplated what he said. “that’s sweet of you. but i’m ready to scream my ass off, let’s go.”

dodge followed her to the ride, and the anticipation grew for both of them as they got closer and closer to the front. by the time they boarded the coaster, they had the spots right in the front.

“dodge, we have front row seats!” Y/N said excitedly, bringing the harness down and over her shoulders. dodge reluctantly did the same thing.

she looked at him, and she noticed dodge looked paler than usual. “you sure you’re okay dodge?”

“yeah, i am. nothing is wrong.”

when the workers made sure they were strapped in and ready, their cart was off. they rounded a corner, and the cart began to rise up a steep hill. they were almost completely vertical.

“um, Y/N?” dodge said quickly.

“yeah dodge?” she replied back.

“remember when i said i was okay earlier?” dodge said, shaky.

“yeah, why?”

“so… the funny thing is… i lied earlier, i’m so scared right now. this sucks!”

Y/N smiled. “you? scared of a roller coaster? that’s not what i would have expected from you.”

“this isn’t funny, i’m trying really hard not to shit my pants right now.”

she laughed and was about to say something else before the cart rounded the top of the drop, and cart stopped, causing them to hang over the drop for a few short moments.

“holy shit!” dodge screamed as he looked down at the drop below them.

“this is amazing!” Y/N yelled back.

“no it’s-NOT!” he screamed as the cart began to move again and race down the steep track.

all while dodge was screaming, Y/N was laughing both from the thrill of the ride and from dodge’s loud screeches. the cart did barrel rolls and loops, and she realized she was having just as much fun as she expected.

the ride pulled back into the loading area, and the couple got up and left the ride.

“that was awesome!” Y/N exclaimed.

dodge glared at her, still a bit shaken. “well i’m glad one of us had fun.”

“you know, you could have just told me you were scared. i wouldn’t have made you go on it.” Y/N said as they began to walk throughout the rest of the park.

“i know, but you were so excited. i didn’t want to ruin your fun by being scared of the rides. besides, i didn’t realize i was going to be afraid until we got here.” dodge said in return.

“you can pick out the rest of the rides we go on today, i’ve already gotten my taste of thrill.”

dodge stopped and looked at her. “are you sure?”

she nodded. “it’s only going to be a fun day if we’re both having fun. is it a deal?”

dodge smiled. “deal.”

#mike faist #mike faist imagine #panic on prime #newsies #mike faist x reader #dodge mason imagine #dodge mason x reader #dodge mason

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Uryu’s time to shine! I’d forgotten that his chapters also include Chad and Orihime getting their powers, so this will be split into four parts. Here’s part one for today: Uryu’s introduction!

I remember reading these Uryu chapters a thousand times over. Uryu is one of my favorite characters (both when I first read Bleach and now).

The humor of early Bleach is unmatched. I miss it in later chapters, honestly.

There’s a lot of humor between Ichigo and his friend group. I just picked this scene but there’s a lot in this arc! It’s also nicely juxtaposed with deep insight about Ichigo before we hop into Keigo’s humor. Also, the comedy of Ichigo and Chad ranking in the top 50 was perfect too.

Into the meat here…

Uryu’s introduction is excellent. We see him briefly in the Don Kanoji stuff, then his lurking presence is noted a few times before he finally reveals himself. It’s a great way to build suspense. Uryu comes across as a real threat and we get some nice world building on top of it. I’ll touch on that a bit later… overall, he gets style points for his introduction! Also, I’m a big fan of this Quincy cross design. The star is fine (though it always reminds me of a starfish), but you can’t beat how badass this version of the Quincy Cross is.

TatsuHime! And Orihime being excellent in general. I enjoy that she’s super smart (another reason to love IshiHime, but I digress). I wish Kubo put it to more use. Now, academic intelligence is different than, say, tactical or battle intelligence, but it’s specifically noted she’s smart… and she doesn’t have to be smart or a tactical genius to be important, I just wish Kubo highlighted her intelligence more. We see she’s somewhat emotionally intelligent, but that doesn’t make you top 3 in school tests scores. I don’t recall Orihime using her keen intellect for… anything, actually. Maybe it’ll happen in Soul Society, then I can be pleasantly wrong.

Since I’m cynical, I’d say Kubo added this only to build on the ‘big boob girl is kind of ditzy but surprisingly smart’ cliche. It’s why there’s no narrative payoff for this scene. She’s just smart but also has big boobs (Tatsuki even implies this).

Orihime is still the best though, so it’s whatever.

Moving on!

Uryu sewing! I love him. Also Orihime being crafty! IshiHime begins. I’ll wax poetic about this when we get there, but eventual IshiHime would’ve been my het-romance preference. It’d require good character growth for both Uryu and Orihime… Ah well.

Notably, Ichihime is showing up a bit here. Orihime is once again not speaking her true feelings and Ichigo is once again not noticing her feelings or concerns. If this actually improves on both fronts, the ship will have more sway with me. For now, Ichigo is completely oblivious and dismissive - though this makes a level of sense. They still aren’t good friends here. To him, Orihime is a nice friend of Tatsuki’s. He’s not going to share his thoughts with her. Meanwhile, Orihime would really like a connection with him, but is clumsy and awkward about how to achieve that. Other than losing a loved one, they don’t have much in common; and don’t have any similar interests or goals. He won’t talk to her and she can’t make him talk. One-sided love done perfectly, honestly.

Now the world building!

There’s some level of discourse out in the fandom about Kubo’s foreshadowing ability. For example, ‘Kubo knew about TYBW events (the history of the Quincy’s and Zangetsu) from the very start!’.

Ill keep this somewhat short. He didn’t.

He didn’t plan all 600+ chapters of his story from the start, and plot holes are everywhere. That doesn’t make him a bad writer (there are plenty of other things that make him a bad writer). Over 600 weekly chapters for a series that grows in complexity… of course there’ll be plot holes, plot devices, ret-con, and contradictions!

Here’s some proof (and for fun, I’ll point out more as they pop up).

The world building here is excellent. The Quincey were around, then 200 years ago they were exterminated (by Soul Society). A first hint Soul Society may not be “heaven” as previously described (though Soul Society has yet to be implicated). Uryu’s rage at Shinigami (especially after we learn about his grandfather in later chapters) makes perfect sense. Uryu’s reaction to Ichigo also makes sense. We also learn over the SS arc that Quincy are rare since they’ve been exterminated. Mayuri has some specifics he discusses in his fight against Uryu.

There’s absolutely zero indication that the Quincy are alive and kicking, that Ichigo is part Quincy (his spiritual energy is red for goodness sakes), or that 1000 years ago there was a big war and only 200 years ago did Soul Society decide to finish the job. Sure, once could say Kisuke is lying, or Ichigo’s spiritual energy is red because it’s related Rukia’s or because his Quincy powers aren’t awakened yet… but twisting ourselves into knots to “prove” Kubo planned this when the more obvious answer is right there?

I believe he had plans for the Quincy. He didn’t just introduce a rival “species” to Shinigami for fun. But there’s no way he knew the specifics. Later on, once he figured out the details, he ret-conned what he could, left plot holes for the rest, and viola! TYBW. No problem with that. That’s just showbiz.

Anyways… I prefer this level of world building and wish he would’ve fleshed out the 200 year old extermination instead of making everything so much grander in TYBW. Kubo’s strategy for Ret-con is mostly to add scaffolding instead of furnish the interior. Not my preference, but here we are…

Back to Uryu!

The hollow bait never comes back, but it’s an interesting concept! It was probably used by Quincy to attract hollows and keep them from killing communities… wonder what would happen if you used it in Huecho Mundo. Also, I imagine the bait is just spiritual energy (did he talk about its composition and I just ignored it?), but it’s be pretty funny if it was like catnip for cats. I digress…

I like that, up until now, we’ve only seen cool, composed Uryu. Now we see Uryu with righteous indignation! We see him being emotional and confrontational. I also love the recklessly protective characters, who actively try to protect everyone even when it puts those same people at risk. The ones who burden themselves with protecting others for their brand of Justice. It’s *chefs kiss* Such a contradiction in their characterization! Such complexities!

Also, IchiIshi begins. They were my first fave gay ship, and I still love them together. They grow together through the series and have excellent banter.

And for quick reference: No, I don’t believe Ichigo and Uryu are related. Yeah, Kubo had some throwaway lines in EBTR about Masaki being cousins with Ryuken, but this comes across as a front for the Ishida family. They bring her into the house, say she’s their cousin to avoid scandal, and eventually the plan would be Masaki and Ryuken get married. I actually happened upon some interesting information about foster care/orphans/unwanted children in Japan (while reading about one of my favorite video games). Like many places, there seems to be a stigma against orphaned/unwanted kids. It can even impact that person’s ability to get a job or housing. So Masaki being orphaned would’ve been a huge “stain” on the Ishida family. Ryuken could never be allowed to marry someone “like that”. So bringing her into the family, pretending she was a relative instead of a stranger, makes sense. I believe some level of cousin-marriage is allowed in Japan (like most places), so Ryuken marrying his “cousin” isn’t scandalous, but him marrying an orphan would’ve been. So, by bringing Masaki in, the Ishida’s get to keep one of the last pure-blooded Quincy close by to ensure her safety, and they avoid scandal. Masaki wasn’t brought into the family out of compassion (we can see that by how she’s treated). It was all political. Masaki is well aware of that too (Ryuken even mentions it).

Anyways…

There are great emotional stakes here. Uryu is purposefully doing this to prove a point. He’s being a reckless teenager with trauma and a grudge, and Ichigo ends up helping him through it. Yes, we’ll see Ichigo be super strong because he’s the MC and the shounen plot demands it, but the emotional storytelling here? Excellent.

I’m also excited to see Chad and Orihime gain their powers… we’re moving towards Soul Society! Full speed ahead!

Alright! Part two: Chad is next!

#Raye reads #bleach #uryuu ishida #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #kisuke urahara

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tharizdun-03 · 10 months

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Love Live! Sunshine!! Season 1: EP 1-7 Watchthrough

i dunno why i decided 2023 to be my idol year, but anyway, we're on Sunshine!!

#1: "I Want to Shine!!"

okay, so unlike the original, sunshine wants to throw all these characters at us at once, and honestly, nice? i feel like these characters are even more immediately gripping and distinct. also, the show looks even better i think? i am liking.

these two share one braincell

#2: "Catch the Transfer Student!"

sunshine is so good, man

best girl

i'm like way more into this than the original love live already and i'm not quite sure why cause nothing it dramatically better, i just think everything is slightly better and that builds up. it's slightly prettier, it has slightly more interesting characters and dynamics, etc.

also, chika is straight up reading the love live wiki right there

the love live songs i have on my spotify so far btw

i love how when i started the franchise i kept reiterating how the idol style and its songs isn't really for me, and look at me now

i mean, still not an idol fan, but bangers are bangers

#3: "First Step!"

oh my god i love how sunshine subverted it!!

the original love live's corresponding scene always stood out to me as its most emotionally effective one, but I think sunshine did almost just as good here, having chika tear up a bit but then bringing the crescendo back with, an all time favourite trope, THE POWER OF COMMUNITY

there's a definite weird sense when watching this show, cause you're aware that it's a franchise very specifically hand-crafted to appeal to its otaku audience that makes it feel a bit grossly commercialized, but that doesn't mean there's only commercial value and no artistic.

artists still make these shows, and i think they emanate a lot of genuine warmth. i think it's telling that they could've continued milking μ's but instead they allowed them to retire and took the risk of focusing on a new set of girls.

#4: "Two Girls' Feelings"

i love how sunshine!! is using μ's as a direct inspiration for our characters here, and how we've tied very specific characters and why they motivate our new cast specifically (the rin one was especially sweet, cause it was one of the cutest scenes in the OG series)

sunshine!! has just done such a great job. i don't think the original ever really shone when focusing on its side cast they way this episode did, so i'm glad to see this new iteration just improving on the franchise's core strengths

#5: "Yohane Descends"

It is very nice for Yohane to be self aware of her chuunibyo stage and her struggle being trying to grow out of it. It makes for a lot of layered comedy, those two clashing sides, but also makes it even more sweet when the others accept her anyway.

Honestly, you don't need to grow out of it. My advice? Channel that creative spirit into something that fits it the best, where you get the most positive feedback from it and the least negative. You can always put the persona on, but it'll impact your ability to make friends. If your IDOL persona is your outlet instead, then that’s the best of both worlds, right?

#6: "Let's Make a PV"

That's it, right there. Community. What makes your town special is not the town itself nor its locations, it is the people. The relationships you forge with those around you, the support networks you can rely on in need, the way everyone cleans the beach together. That's special.

Also, yes, Sunshine!! is kinda bound by the shackles of its predecessor. I think it's fine so far, cause Sunshine is basically the original concept executed to perfection, but any future series is gonna have to do something a bit different.

#7: "Tokyo"

doesn't say word. does a spinning flip over them to assert dominance. queen.

i love how in the meantime there's this tragic shakespearean drama brewing with the seniors lol

late night talks? they are so in love.

I love You's outfits lol. She went through a dozen this episode, but even just her regular hat has her name on it. Like, imagine if mine just said "Theodor." Granted, her name is You, so it's probably easier to find a hat with that already on.

yohane just casually practicing dark chants in the background always cracks me up

i said it before (or maybe i didn't actually) but i went into sunshine!! with expectations of it surpassing the original love live cause from what i've peeked sunshine!! seems to have the best character designs. so far, i am being proven right.

I'd like for our "antagonists" maybe to sometime also be a full on team, and not just two or three people. i understand why they don't do it, cause it's not a show about the rivalry, but if we ever wanted to do that variation, it'd be down.

ALSO IF WE DON'T GET A MUSE CAMEO IN THE SUNSHINE MOVIE I WILL RIOT

EP 8-13 watchthrough: https://www.tumblr.com/tharizdun-03/721261502412324864/love-live-sunshine-season-1-ep-8-13?source=share

#Love Live! Sunshine!!#Kanan Matsuura #Mari Ohara #Dia Kurosawa #Ruby Kurosawa #Hanamaru Kunikida #Yoshiko Yohane Tsushima #yoshiko tsushima #yohane #You Watanabe #Riko Sakurauchi #Chika Takami #watchthrough #8/10

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hey jude! did you take any creative writing classes before you started to write RN? Do you have any recommendation of possible things you did to improve your writing enough to give you the courage to start writing the story that was in your head for 10 years?

Hey anon! I’m gonna write you a big, long thing because i fucking love talking about writing. Ready? Okay!

Without getting too specific, i do edit/write for my day job, so i’ve taken many a writing course throughout my education/life which helped me with the basics, but it’s been quite some time since ive taken any formal classes. As far as creative writing, that was always my hobby. Sitting down and writing RN after a damn decade was less about feeling like i had improved enough to get it out and more of a mental health thing. My anxiety said “god, just write it already, it’ll help” and then the pandemic said “god, just share it, not many people will read it and you’ll feel better” and here we are.

What’s helped me improve since and kept me going:

Writing more. I’m no longer holding myself back from writing down any and every idea that comes to mind, whether it be for fanfic or original writing. None of these ideas even have to go anywhere, i’ve just allowed myself to enjoy the act of writing and it’s helped me immensely. Sometimes I revisit these little pieces and read them again for fun, or add a bit more, or go incorporate them into something larger I’m working on. Not all writing has to be productive! But I firmly believe it does help you grow the more you do it.

Challenging myself. I’ll stress that when i say this, i mean i am challenging myself in a fun way, not in a “let’s make this as frustrating as possible” way. Experimenting with story length is one thing I love as a writer. Drabbles and ficlets are wonderful ways to work on specific skills, because you are so limited by the word count. This type of quick-bite writing forced me to remove dialogue tags i’d normally use, delete most adverbs, get rid of unnecessary qualifiers like “very” and “just” to save space for the actual story.

Genre experimentation. I recently wrote my first horror fic and i’m quite proud of it. It made me realize how much i enjoyed writing in that arena and might be something i look to do for original work. It forced me to take familiar characters i was so used to writing one way and draw out different facets of their personalities to make sense for a darker plot. If you are ever at all tempted to try a different story genre, just go for it. I learned a lot about my own craft while doing this.

Read more. I’m sure you’ve seen this a lot as far as writing advice goes, but i promise it’s true. To use my horror example again, I was reading a novel where wings burst out of a character’s back and it was a real mindfuck moment as a reader and then my mind just spiraled with inspiration for my own stuff from there. You might come across a phrase or a style of prose that grabs you by the throat and then holds your brain hostage. There are so many ways to tell the same story, and reading more will expose you to all these differences. It lets you find out what’s not for you (ex. writing from a ton of different povs in one story is not for me) and what you’d want to try out for yourself (ex. Im itching to eventually write a first-person pov).

Another recommendation if we’re talking about longer form stories (and i feel like i give this advice a lot): find out what kind of outliner you are. I LOVE the outline process. It’s my chance to word-vomit all over a fresh word doc any and every idea that comes to mind for the plot, the characters, scenes, dialogue snippets, etc. I love to bullet point scenes, sketch out some important character moments. None of this involves finesse, or craft, it’s all the ideas phase and it’s when I feel my most creative. Once i’ve got a story fully outlined, I go back and actually write out all these scenes (not necessarily in order, i’m not one who needs to write chronologically). Other writers I know just start from their first sentence and go from there, not allowing themselves to jump ahead. Find out which way works for you, because you’re the one who will need to read all of it over and spend so much time with it. Outlining makes me EXCITED about stories and helps pump me up to write and share them.

Talking with other writers. It was hard when I first posted RN and didnt know anyone in the community. But by putting myself out there it led to conversations and friendships with other writers. It’s a resource i’m incredibly grateful for, to have people just as nerdy as i am about writing, trading tips or asking for advice/encouragement or just to double-check im not insane and actually did use the word “belie” correctly. It can be intimidating, but if you havent already and are comfortable, check out some online writing groups/discords.

Don’t feel like you have to follow every “writing rule.” It’s so easy to get bogged down in “you’re supposed to write THIS way” and you find yourself looking at a paragraph of soulless words that while technically correct, don’t say very much at all. I personally find it intimidating to try and improve all the things at once and it makes me hate the process. I’ve found concentrating on one aspect for improvement makes me feel like im growing without overwhelming myself. For example, i made a conscious effort in a recent story to not rely on adverbs so much, and when a reader noticed this in a comment, I was fucking elated.

Okay and now to get a little pollyanna for a second. It does take courage to share your work on a public platform and open it up for public consumption/opinion. Your writing won’t be for everyone, but it is yours. You will spend the most time with it (in your head and on paper/screen) so it helps if you like it. What really matters, i promise, is that you like your own writing.

I hope you found this helpful and good luck with your writing! My ask box is always open 💕💕

#thoughts on writing #writing advice #fic writing #writing

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When Eddie finally gets to meet El, she just stares at him for a minute.

At first Eddie thinks she might be afraid of him, since at first glance he can look kinda mean and scary, but then she just goes, “I like your hair.”

“Thanks, kid. I, uh, I used to have hair more like yours, buzzed and all, but then I got tired of it, just decided to see how long it would get before I hated it. This turned out to be the best stopping point.”

“How much time did it take?”

“A good few years.”

Eddie can see she’s not thrilled about having to grow her hair back out, so he thinks for a moment, “I got an idea.”

“What idea?”

“As it starts growing out, I can help you with it. Maybe try some different styles out, maybe different colors. Make it your own, whatever you wanna do.”

That night El asks Hopper if Eddie can start helping with her hair as it grows out, and Hopper resigns himself, “you can as long as it’ll wash out and it’s safe, if it makes you happy kid.”

Because deep down, Hopper wants El to have as normal a life as possible. And who didn’t make possibly questionable hair choices when they were young?

The longer El’s hair gets, the more time she spends with Eddie. He slowly starts asking her questions, wanting to know about her and her past, since the rest of the group never told him anything other than “she had superpowers.”

One day, in the middle of dyeing El’s hair, Eddie goes, “so, uh, you got your, uh, superpowers back right?”

El nods.

“Can . . . can you, like, show me ‘em?” Eddie almost whispers, as if they’re being listened in on.

El stands up, and heads to the trailers living room, where Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Max are sitting on the couch.

“Done already?” Max asks.

El shakes her head, closing her eyes and reaching out her hand, “I’m showing Eddie my powers. Hold on.”

Eddie watches in awe as, slowly but surely, the couch begins to lift off the ground with all four of them still on it.

“Holy shit.” Eddie mutters as the couch gets so high up that their heads almost hid the ceiling.

“El please don’t drop us,” Robin says, clinging to Nancy for dear life.

Eddie watches as El begins to lower her hand, the couch going down with it. Once they’re back on the ground, and El turns towards him, Eddie goes, “now that was badass. Can you teach me how to do that?”

El wipes away the small spot of blood under her nose, “I don’t think it works that way.”

As the months go on, Eddie learning more and more about El and how her powers work, slowly starts trying to move things. Small things. A pencil, paper cup, a magazine.

Usually it’s when it’s just him and Steve at the trailer, sitting on his bed.

“I don’t think this is gonna work, man. El was born with her powers, she didn’t get them later.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Okay, sure.” And Steve lays back onto Eddie’s bed, closing his eyes.

There’s about ten minutes of silence in the room before Eddie goes, “hey, uh, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“You seeing this?”

“Seeing what?” And Steve sits up, all thoughts leaving his brain as his eyes land on the Heavy Metal comic that’s about five inches off the ground.

“Did . . . You didn’t drug me and I missed it, did you?” Steve asks as he climbs off the bed and gets onto the floor.

“Not unless I accidentally drugged myself too.”

Steve stares up at Eddie, and they have the same thought.

“We gotta get to Hoppers,” they each say at the same time.

Steve probably breaks the speed limit driving to Hoppers cabin, but he doesn’t care.

When Hopper opens the door, he’s immediately concerned about why the hell these two, out of everyone, are at his door.

“What’s wrong?”

“Where’s El?” Steve asks as he and Eddie barrel past Hop and into the cabin.

“Why, what’s wrong?” Hopper asks again, slightly more aggressive.

“Just watch.”

Hopper stands, watching, as Eddie goes to stand in front of one of the kitchen counters, focusing his attention on an empty eggos box.

“What the hell is . . . happening?” Hopper’s words trail off at the sight of the box slowly lifting up off the counter.

The three of them stand, dumbfounded, as it gets higher and higher, Eddie barely appearing to exert any energy at all.

A voice from behind them breaks their attention.

“How?”

El stands in the doorway, a look of confusion plastered on her face.

Eddie redirects his attention to her, the box falling back down into the counter, he shrugs, “practice?”

El shakes her head and walks over to him, “wrist”, she says.

Eddie holds them both out, El undoes his watch and sits it down. She stares at his wrists, but there’s nothing there.

“Whatcha looking for?” Eddie asks.

El looks up at Eddie, really looks at him, stares into his eyes, before pointing to herself, same as she had in Mike’s basement three and a half years before, and going, “Eleven.”

“O . . . kay?”

Eddie isn’t following, so El holds out her wrist to him, repeating, “Eleven.”

Eddie immediately grabs hold of her wrist, staring at it, “what the hell.” Eddie let’s go her wrist and heads over to the sink, scrubbing at his arm for a moment, before returning.

He lines his arm up next to El, fairly certain that he has to be dreaming, Steve’s voice barely making it into his ears.

“What is it?” Steve asks as he steps over to the two of them.

Steve looks down to see what it is they’re both looking at, and he feels like he’s been punched in the stomach.

On Eddie’s left wrist, lightly faded, still slightly covered by what he guesses is makeup from the theater department, and just like El’s, are numbers:

010

El looks up, right into Eddie’s eyes.

“Brother,” she says.

#eddie munson #eleven #el hopper #steve harringon #stranger things drabble #drabble #didn’t meant for this to be so long

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whileyoureinschoolidothisallday · 2 years

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Okay friends.

Normally I would reblog from my writeblr, but this is important to me and you’re important to me. I wanna show this to y’all specifically.

So, I’m gonna post the whole chapter over here as well.

I’d love to hear what you think! And also, with this chapter specifically,

I hope it hits you like it does me.

(if you prefer to read it on ao3, you can do so here)

My eyes flutter open lazily. For a moment, I don't remember falling asleep.

The lights are still on. I'm laying on top of the covers with my still-throbbing head snuggled softly against the pillow. Damp clothes cling to my skin, sending an irritating chill up my back. As I lay here, I'm calm. Cozy from the oblivious numbness of a good nap. Everything looks sharper and feels softer. I don't know the last time I slept like that.

The ignorant bliss only lasts a few more seconds, and then the day's events come rushing back. I suck in a breath and jolt upright. How could I fall asleep at a time like this? How long was I out? Damali--!

I stopped.

Oh, yeah.

I didn't need to rush anywhere anymore. It was over. No matter how long I was asleep, it was long enough for 'Drea to get the message. It didn't feel like she was here yet, but she'd be on the way.

The longer reality settles in, the heavier silence hangs in the room. This should feel more like a relief, I think. Instead, it just is. Flat. Maybe it'll be different when 'Drea starts the process. Damali always looked like she was having so much fun. I can do that too. My favorite face, hair, body, voice, all the styles I've thought about hundreds of times. I stop once I realize I won't get to stop pretending when it's time for my new name. I'll finally have to choose. The usual ominous weight creeps down my stomach, paired with a shudder that makes the hairs on my arms and neck stand up.

No.

I quickly get out of the bed and swing open the doors to my closet. Enough is enough. It's over. I'm so fucking sick of wavering all the time. The decision is made. Notebook. Markers. Pen. I slam myself back down on the bed, pen in a death grip, and commit.

My last name and backstory were already decided, so I just needed something to pair well with it. Delilah Renan's niece...Aubrey Renan. Spencer Renan. Casey Renan. Each one gets its own color palette. 'Drea will make anyone look however they want, but it's up to us to come up with a personality. Aubrey sounds the most like the original plan--a troubled niece. She gets red, denim jacket blue, black like ripped leggings and leather jackets, and mustard gold. Spencer reminds me of Kendra, strong and silent, dark blue and chrome. Casey was twirly skirts and curls, muted pinks, purples, and greys.

The second I have ten options, I toss the list aside and attack my closet, ripping out every relevant piece of clothing I can find and throwing it in a frenzied pile behind me. By the time I'm done, I can barely see the floor or my bed. I hastily strip off my wet clothes and start playing dress up.

The twist in my stomach continues to tighten, a constant, nagging pull in the background of my frantic fashion show. With every coil, my movements grow more desperate. I shrug it off. The anxiety isn't real. It never is. All I need is to see how well it will work. Once it's in front of me, I'll believe it and it won't be so bad. Didn't I spend all my life wishing I was someone else, anywhere else? Why should it feel wrong now?

I wear outfit after outfit. All of them are wrong. For some reason or another, they're not convincing enough. Everything I choose for Audrey reminds me too much of Sapphire. I don't have enough bright clothes to pass as Casey. Spencer feels the most believable, but I always catch a twinge of something not good enough. Something missing. I rush to keep the black hole in my stomach at bay.

It's the makeup. I wouldn't wear the same style if I were Spencer. A subtle line of eyeliner. Mascara. Maybe some rosy-nude lipstick and a little bit of blush. A black baseball cap to complete the look. It looks good. Like this is a girl that could exist. I could play the part and believe it.

I hold my hand out in front of the mirror and smile. "Hi. My name is Spencer Renan."

I try it in different tones. Different wording. Different smiles and sometimes no smile at all. None of it ever feels right.

Fuck! I start to yank off the clothes in frustration. Just fucking pick one already!

Why can't I do this? This isn't hard. Even if it was, it's better than the alternative. I'm not going back. I can't go back. I can't do this anymore.

The denim jacket snags on something as I tear it off. Its chain makes a quiet clink from the jostling. My rampage finally freezes in place. Sabin's ID tags. Slowly, thoughtfully, I untangle them from the fabric.

I forgot I had them on.

They've been around my neck for a year. I sleep with them. They constantly hang with the weight of his life and all the potential life he could've had if it weren't stolen from him. It's all he ever had that he could claim as truly his. All that's left of him. And I forgot about it.

It's something I haven't thought about before. In all my daydreams of escaping and running away, with a face I thought would be better, easier, it never crossed my mind that Sabin couldn't come with. Keeping these would be a liability. They're a dead giveaway. Why would a Norm like Spencer Renan have the ID tags of a once-deadly experiment? Panacea is everywhere. They caught a glimpse of this and my fancy new identity'd be blown.

I look back in the mirror. I'm not completely undressed yet. I still have the hat, the jeans, the undershirt. It's enough to see that the tags have been what's missing all along. They clash against the Norm costume like a splash of neon paint, jingling incessantly. The truth is loud. Too loud, even if I kept it locked in a box somewhere. If I want this to work, I have to get rid of them.

If I want normality, I have to bury Sabin.

I sit down. Without any distractions for so long, the black hole in my stomach grows until I feel its pressure dragging down my ribs. My hand reaches up to clutch the tags again. I try to move toward the clasp on my neck, but my arm refuses to move any higher.

"This is the only thing I've managed to keep away from them. Will you keep it safe for me?"

His voice rings like the jingling of the tags. Why can't I do this? He'd want me to do this. All he ever wanted was a chance at a normal life, and if he couldn't have it then I had to. He'd want me to forget about him. Sometimes I thought he wanted death more than he wanted me, and I couldn't blame him. I could let him finally rest and drop his only remains in the ocean he loved so much, or in one of his boxes, or wrapped around Dimitri for him to guard instead of me.

Of course that's what he meant. Why did I ever think he wanted me to fight for him? Sabin decided a long time ago that the only place he'd ever be safe was six feet under.

And now I'm the one that has to kill us both.

It isn't fair. Why would he make me do this? Why would he think I could? Did he really think he meant so little to me that I could drop the thought of him for my own survival?

This is all that's left of him. Once it's gone, there will be no evidence that a Sabin Khilcov existed, and the only person who would give a fuck wouldn't be able to remind anyone. He didn't deserve to be forgotten. None of us do. If I die, he dies. Another fucking Chaos Power latched to my life.

"I don't wanna do this!" I cry out and lean forward, resting my head against the mirror in front of me.

But what else can I do?

I can't go back out there. I know I'm not strong enough. Whether I like it or not, this is all that's left. I lost this fight a long time ago. The black hole dissipates with the honesty, and suddenly everything clears.

I never needed commitment.

I needed to mourn.

I never had time before. Now, for once, I'm stuck in an in-between space where the time between the present and when 'Drea shows up could stretch on forever. It's death row, waiting for the executioner. How do I wanna spend my last moments as me? Not crying, that's for sure. I'm so sick of crying.

I slowly sit up and glance around. Everything happened so fast last time. I didn't get to say goodbye to anything. When I was still at home, I used to think there was nothing I would miss when I finally packed up and left, but that isn't true. My room was once the only place I had that was completely mine, without anyone else's influence. I made this place myself: the color of the walls, the designs, the way the furniture was arranged.

I'll miss my bed. I'll miss sleeping under the watchful presence of the diamond on the wall--it always made me feel safe. I'll never be able to draw it again. Or anything I used to. I'll have to leave all my photos too. If I wanted to paint at all, I'd have to completely change my style. It'd be better if I didn't. My heart lurches at the thought.

I turn to look at myself again. The hat hangs low enough that it drapes my eyes in shadow. They're puffy from crying so much and my thick eyeliner is all but non-existent, save for the smears. I look fucking pitiful. There's an emptiness in my eyes and a sickly grey tint to my skin that makes me look like I'm already a walking ghost. Too numb and too dead.

I wipe underneath my eyes. This is what longing after normality looks like. You waste all your time and energy wishing that you were just a little bit more like them that you don't realize how much of yourself you're killing in the process. I'll still be like this if I leave. No matter how different 'Drea makes me, the grey tint will remain. My eyes will stay empty.

I don't want this to be the last image I have of myself. Tear-stained, helpless. Even corpses get to look their best on their final day, don't they? If I'm not allowed anything else, I at least want that right.

What’s my best? What's the last image Ariana Salem wants the world to remember her as?

One last time. The hat's the first to go. My hair falls down in messy waves, still blocking my eyes. I find a ponytail band and pull it back. My movements have purpose. They're liquid. Effortless. There's nothing I have to second guess. I've done this routine so many times that at least in this, I know I can trust myself.

The clothes come off next. It feels like taking off a bra that's too tight. My eyes scan the piles of clothes and stop at dark long sleeves, peeking through beneath jeans and T-shirts. It's a dark turtleneck. Snug enough that it won't catch on anything, but loose enough that I can move freely. The pants match, only with a few extra pockets than normal. I step into some boots. Black, sturdy, a little worn from reliable use.

With the stereotype eyeliner scrubbed off, I take the pen and reapply. This time, a clean line. Smooth and even along my lid. Then, a sharp edge at the end. Rising up and up, way farther than it should be, almost into my hairline, until it looks like knives instead of wings.

My mom's face was always flawless before a big case. She'd walk out of the bathroom somehow looking airbrushed. Not a hair out of place. Suit pressed, heels shining. She made sure when she walked into a room, everyone knew she came to win. Watching her was like watching art being made. A whole new life created from colors, shading, brush strokes. War paint, my dad would joke, to which my mom would lovingly roll her eyes at his terrible humor.

It stuck with me. Just like the image of 'Drea, stalking the streets as Gemstone. Her mouth, adorned with fangs and lipstick and upturned in a wicked smile, the last thing her victims ever saw. It sends some kind of spark cutting through me. Anger, envy, admiration. I can't tell.

It radiates a dull warmth in my veins. I close my eyes and focus on it. Take a few long breaths. There's only one thing left to do.

One last time.

With every breath, I imagine more and more sparks firing off, from the center of my chest outward. The sparks stretch further underneath my skin. Even as it starts to sting, my breathing never strays from its steady beat. Familiar growls rumble awake inside me, shivering up my spine. Their gnashing teeth grind in the pads of my fingertips. The vileness of Kendra's energy slithers and pools into my hands and fills my mouth like dripping, bitter poison. It's everywhere.

Once again, I'm standing at the door waiting to be let in. I let the energy coil and snap for a while. Immerse myself, like all the other times before. The venom curls down my arms like dancing ribbons and juts out like daggers. As strange as it might sound, it brings a smile to my face. The pulsing warmth of home. An armor of thorns fashioned from unbreakable black diamonds. Anything that grazes its edges decays and burns to ash.

There's no recoil this time. The growls and gnashing teeth melt into a contented thrum. It doesn't bite back.

There's nothing left but the reveal.

I slowly open my eyes, and quickly lean back. The sudden stark difference catches me off guard at first. But the surprise only lasts for a moment before I return to staring.

The smirk is still there, slightly brightening my dull skin. My blank, rust brown eyes are swapped with the deep and dangerous red. I never noticed before, but besides being more intimidating, the eyes brighten and bring color back to my face. You can only see the tired circles if you're hunting for them. It's too hard to look away from the red, like a rattlesnake tail. The color holds you hostage until it's too late to look away. My whole body shifts with this much power in my veins. I stand up straighter. Lift my chin up.

The difference is striking, seeing something on a screen versus right in front of you. It's not like I haven't been chased by this image the whole time. She follows me everywhere. Everyone else can't get enough of her and I could never figure out why. Is it possible to be jealous of yourself? I avoided her for so long because I didn't think I remembered how to live up to her standards. She reminded me of everything I wasn't.

But I've tried on so many faces in these last few minutes and none of them, not even the one I started with, felt more like home.

I was so convinced that I didn't know who this was anymore, but the opposite is true. I fooled myself into believing that this isn’t who I am in the first place. It was so easy to fall for the pretend.

The longer I bond with the mirror, the more a fog lifts. Things connect, like finding new shapes in an Abstract painting.

I get why Sabin would want me to leave, and why he stopped trying to stand up to Panacea in the first place. Eventually, you just wanna live, even if that means following their rules. Believing that I was incapable meant that I wasn't responsible for anything. I had an excuse. My fear and inaction were justified because see? I'd just fuck it up anyway. I cloaked myself in an armor of apathy so thick that nothing could get through. Not pain, risk, loss, freedom, friends, power, love, or even myself, claiming self-destruction in the name of safety.

How familiar.

Somewhere down the line, Panacea got in my head and convinced me to do their job for them.

How could I let them take this away from me?

I'm not sure of anything anymore. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, or if I'm making the right choices, and I sure as fuck don't know how to take care of anyone. But after this, I know I'm sure about one thing:

I can't go the rest of my life without feeling like this ever again.

Like this, no one can touch anything I love with their blood-stained hands and dodge justice. I am the monster under their bed, the heartless beast they write stories about. This is the face Norms fear. My face. The face of power, in a girl who's sick of the expectation to accept second-class citizenry like some gracious gift.

They plaster my likeness on every corner, news outlet, website and radio station, pretending it's a warning for the people. But really, it's to signal the other rats like them that I'm coming. And I take no prisoners. Even after months of me hiding here, dripping in tears and defeat, they kept locking their doors and looking over their shoulders for me. Even though I'm only one person. Even though I'm just a kid.

The smirk shows on my face so effortlessly because this is what freedom feels like. Finally realizing that Panacea can't do shit to stop me. No one else owns my face but me. They can bring me back to this exact spot thousands of times, but this power inside of me, this beast with dripping fangs and gnashing teeth is hungry for blood, and it's not gonna let me stop until those who have wronged us know exactly who the fuck they're dealing with. Why should I be the one afraid of them?

They should be afraid of me.

Kendra's energy flares at the ready in my hands. The blank space of indecision lifts, and my empowerment is swapped for the hovering reality.

I already signed my death sentence.

'Drea was on the way.

How much time did I waste already? What's been happening to Sabin while I've been stuck existing in nightmares? What's happening to Damali every second I stall here? I cuss under my breath and rush out the door.

"Kendra--!"

I stop short. She's leisurely sitting on the floor outside my room. Cell phone in lap. She looks up at me matter-of-factly while my mind reels.

"That took you considerably longer than I anticipated," she says, starting to stand up. "You were farther along than we thought."

I stare in bewilderment for a few more seconds before my brain finally catches up. "You were out here the whole time? What about 'Drea?"

"Never called her,” she says. “I gave ShadowGrl the sample instead. She should be almost done."

She tosses the cell phone back to me and moves toward the stairs. When I don't follow, she turns. "Are you not finished yet?"

Her tone jolts me out of my confusion and back to my usual scowl, albeit softened a bit for honesty’s sake. "How did you know I wouldn't bail?"

"You don't want to quit, human girl. You want sleep and a vacation.” She briefly pauses to shrug. “I gave you what we had available.”

Then, a small, rare smile softens her face. "Also…I like to believe I know who I chose."

There's absolutely no doubt: It's the nicest thing Kendra's ever said to me. My scowl melts into an eager smile. She turns around before I can get too sentimental.

"Now, let's get a move on. I believe you have another human to save?"

I follow her down the steps without another word. Her energy crackles eagerly in my hands, but it flows smoothly. There's not enough doubt lingering to clog the connection anymore. The static evaporates to nothing. Finally, I've remembered who I am and what I'm capable of.

I think it's time I remind Panacea.

#cynical chaos #also fun fact #all the chapter titles in Cynical Chaos are song titles #if you're gonna look up any of the songs #I'd recommend this one #it fits with the scene very well #sometimes I do this thing with words

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