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milkmily · 2 years

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Emotions [Steve Harrington] [Eddie Munson]

Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson

This is my first time posting here :D pls read Basics

I was listening to Emotions by Brenda Lee while writing this. It's my excuse for the tittle cuz I suck at titles.

Warning: Angst, Drug use(smoking weed), and makeout(?).

If you see that something should be added, please tell me. Sorry for Grammer.

Steve and you are together. But you start noticing that he has been looking and talking about his first love lately.

No spoilers for Season 4!

You were there with Steve when Nancy broke up with him. You were there with him when the demogorgons appeared, and when the mall was destroyed. You soon realized you were falling in love with Steve each day. You loved his hair, his stupid jokes that probably were not even funny, and how he was around the kids. You loved everything about him.

Now you work at Family video with Robin and Steve. It was Tuesday and not that many went in to rent or buy a film. You hear Steve sigh and lean his shoulder on yours. "This is boring." He says and leans his head on your shoulder.

"Don't die of boredom, Harrington." Robin says as she leans on your other side. You smiled and shook your head. "Don't worry, He'll soon find a cute girl to flirt with." And so that happened. The bell dinged and Steve greeted the beautiful customer. He helped them and it was just you and Robin at the counter. "Now that he is gone." Robin says and looks at you. "I saw the way you looked at him." She says, with a grin on her face. You rolled your eyes. "I look at you too, Robin."

"No, but in a way of checking someone out." You nod, ignoring her comment. "It's painfully obvious you two like each other. Just ask the loser out." She says. "He already has a date, remember."

"He will most definitely end the date if you ask him out. I mean, the guy would do anything to go on a date with you. He thinks you are way cooler than him." Robin says. "Me? I was a nerd in high school."

"Really?" Robin says, shocked.

"I don't look like a nerd?"

"No, but you do look like a dumbass."

"Robin!" She laughs and you playfully punch her arm laughing with her Steve walked back and clicked on the register. "Have a nice day." And the beautiful girl is gone. "So, did you get her number?" You asked. "No, she said she has a boyfriend." He sighs and leans on to you again. "That's sad. But you have your date, remember?"

"Oh… About that…" Steve says as he rubs the back of his neck. "She said she was too busy…" Steve says. "So I'm basically free today after work." You nod and Robin taps your arm. You looked at her and she moved her head to Steve's direction. You gave her a puzzled look and she rolled her eyes. "Let's go out after work. Let's watch a movie or something." Robin says. "What do you think, [Name]?" Steve asked, looking at you. You looked at him and smiled. "Yeah! Sounds good to me. But to who's place?"

"We can go to mine." Steve says. "Perfect!" Robin claps and then grabs some movies that were returned. "You guys put these back while I stay here." She says as she hands you ones and she hands some to Steve. You went to stock them back. Steve is next to you and holds a movie. "They say this movie was shitty." He says as he shows you. You hold it and see it was "Wise guys".

"I remember someone bringing this one in. They say it was shitty. And then went on a rant. I pretended to listen." You say as you hand it back. "Maybe we should watch it one day." Steve says as he places it on the shelf. "Together. Just us." Steve says.

"Like on a date or…?" You asked. "Yeah!" Steve yells and you then shush him. He chuckled and whispered "sorry". You smiled and shook your head. "I'd love that." You say and stocked the last movie. "Great, um. How about on Friday after work?"

"It gets busy on Friday. You sure?" You asked. "Yeah, it's fine. I'm alright with it. Are you?" You nodded. "I'm alright with it."

"Alright, then on Friday!"

Robin said she couldn't go watch the movies with you and Steve because she felt sick. You're guessing she faked being sick so you two could hang out. But at least you get to spend some time with Steve.

You were in the car with Steve, holding snacks that were in a grocery bag. "Don't you think we got a lot?"

"Yeah, but we didn't know Robin wouldn't come." Steve says. "At least we have more snacks. That's good isn't it?"

"Yeah. I pick the ice cream and [F/Chips]." You say while looking in the bag. "Hey, I grabbed the ice cream for myself."

"A bucket of ice cream? What, you said your date didn't call back?" You say while grinning. "No."

"No?"

"She's in the car with me." Steve says while holding the wheel tighter. You then chuckled and looked at him. "Your hair looks nice."

"Doesn't it always look good?" You chuckled nervously and looked back at the bag. "Just an excuse to look at you without making it awkward." You admit. Steve smiles and says, "We are here M'lady." He says and stops the car. You get off and ask, "Are your parents home?"

"No, they went on their stupid date." He says, cringing. "What a coincidence. We both are on a date right now." You say and hold his hand. Steve looks at you and sees you looking calm. He himself was not calm. He was stuttering a lot and would look at you and at your hand. You, on the other hand, were not calm at all. You were screaming inside. God, it looks like you two are a middle schooler couple right now.

Steve lets you walk in and you let go of his hand. You sat down on the sofa and put the bag on the table. You pat down next to you while looking at Steve. Steve sits next to you and you hold his hand again. "So, what movie are we watching?"

Steve grins and grabs the bag. He pulls out Wise guy.

"You actually got it!" You say and laugh. You grabbed it and looked at it. Steve smiles and gets closer to you. You looked so beautiful to him. The way you laugh and smile at him. He was so close that your noses were touching. "Can I kiss you?" You just nod and soon touched lips.The kiss was awkward, but soon you got the hang of it and moved with him. Steve moved his hand to the back of your head and pressed you closer.

You gently pushed him away, gasping for air. You hear Steve giggle and bury his face on the side of your neck. "Holy shit…" He says. You giggled and rubbed his arms. "Yes Harrington?"

"You have no clue how long I've been wanting to do this." You smiled and kissed his head. "Me too." You whispered. "Still Want to watch the movie?" You asked. "Yeah. Let me get the popcorn ready." He says and looks at you. He smiled as he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. You giggled and said, "Can I use your phone? I need to make a call."

"Sure! Good ahead!" You nod and he goes to the kitchen as you go to the phone. You dialed Robin's phone number. "Hello?"

"Robin, it's [Name]."

"Oh, um-" She fakes coughs and then says, "Yeah?" You shook your head and said, "Stop pretending Rob's. I know you weren't sick." Robin laughed and said "How's the date?"

"Actually, very good. We ended up kissing. Now he's making popcorn." Robin makes a gagging sound, making you laugh. "I am so good at making couples."

"Yeah, yeah, you are."

"Alright, enjoy your date. I need to sleep. I have a morning shift."

"We all do."

"Oh right." You rolled your eyes and said, "good night."

"Good night." You put the phone down and giggled. You dial another number and wait. "Hello?"

"Eddie!"

"Oh, [Name]! What's up?"

"Guess what?" You hear Eddie groan and sigh. "Is it about Steve?" You already imagined him rolling his eyes. "Yup!!" You smiled and heard him chuckling. "What happened?"

"We might start going out." You say. But Eddie's response really wasn't what you expected. "That's nice." He says and you hear him huff. "Are you smoking weed?"

"Yeah?"

"Without me?" You say. "Come over tomorrow. Free weed for my favorite person." You chuckled and said, "Tomorrow it is then. I have to go. See you tomorrow Eddie."

"See you tomorrow."

"The popcorn is ready. You can start preparing the movie, babe." Steve says. You nod and do so.

It's been 6 months you have been with Steve. It's been the best 6 months with him. But it's been coming with its ups and downs lately. One day Nancy went to rent a movie, you were going to help her when Steve moved you to the side and helped her instead. It was awkward whenever they talked. You saw nothing wrong.

Steve would flirt with her. Well, more like try. It would end up being really awkward. You also notice the way he would look at her. The look that he would give you whenever he said, "I love you". You held tightly onto your shirt and went to help the next customer.

Steve would also talk about his day and whenever it involved Nancy, he got happy. He would speak louder and his beautiful brown eyes would glow. You weren't mad that he was still friends with her. You were sad that he still looked like he was in love with her. And the thing that scared you was that he still was probably in love with her. You would brush off the feeling and just listen to him while smiling.

"I don't know if he still loves me or not." You say as you picked a book from the bookshelf. "I would just dump him." Eddie says. "I mean, he brings up his ex on YOUR guys date." Eddie says and groans. "And did we have to go to the library?" He asked as he tried to lean on the bookshelf but saw it didn't hold him. He knocked some books off from the other side and chuckled. You shook your head and said, "I know it's messed up. But what if he just wants to talk about, ya know, his friends? I do that too, you know? With you and Robin."

"Does he bring up someone other than Wheelers?"

"He brings up Dustin. But it's rare when he does…" you say and slam the book on the shelf. You reached for another book and read the title. You looked behind and decided to take it. "Look, I'm not trying to say this to make your guy's relationship to just end because I don't like him, but he sounds like, from what you told me, he's still in love with her." Eddie says and pushes you away from the shelfs. "And I'd like to go now. You have 3 books. That's enough." You simply looked down at the floor, feeling like there was a naught in your throat. You wanted to cry, but it felt stuck. You nod and say, "Y-Yeah. Looks like enough."

Eddie sighs and rubs your back. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're right…" you whispered and looked at him. "Let's go get you what you wanted." He smiled and you smiled with him. "As a thanks for listening to my rants and for coming to the library." You say. He chuckled and nodded. "Let's go then!"

"Shhh!"

"Sorry.' You whispered to the librarian. "Ready to check out [Name]?" She asked. You nod and walk up to her to check out the books.

"What would you like to do, M'lady?" Steve says as he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "Stop calling me that." You say and hold his hands. "Why? Do you prefer for me to call you sweet cheeks or babe?"

"Anything but M'lady." You say while smiling at him. "God, just love your smile." Steve says and kisses you. You kissed him back. "What are we doing today?" You asked. "Well, I wanted to listen to what you'd like to do. But it seems you don't have any ideas." Steve says. "How about we go out to eat with Robin and Nancy?"

"What?" You say and pull his hands off. "Is there something wrong?" Steve asked. "Nancy?"

"Yeah. She said she had nothing to do today. So I invited her and Robin to eat with us." Steve says as he tried to touch you again, but you moved away from him. "Oh… alright." You say and look away, crossing your arms. "Is that wrong?" He asked.

"Well, Tuesdays are usually our date days. You know? Me and you? No one else." You say. "Well, I already invited them…" you nod and grab your bag. "Let's go then." You pushed by him and walked to his car. "Alright…?"

"But I am inviting my friend." You say and get in the car. "And we are picking him up." "He?" He says, repeating what you said. You glared at him and Steve nodded. He gets in the driver's seat. He starts the car and you tell him where to go.

Eddie plays with the strings from his guitar and hears knocking. He puts down the guitar and checks through the window to see who it was. He raised a brow to see Steve's car. He walked to the door and opened it. "Hey Eddie." You smiled and he smiled. "What brings you here?" He says and leans on the door. He looks at Steve and grins. "Well, first, go put on a normal shirt." You say and then lower your voice. "You are coming to dinner with us."

"Me? Isn't Tuesdays like your guys' thing?" Eddie asked as he took off his shirt and grabbed a shirt that was laying on the sofa.

"Yes, but he invited Nancy for dinner. And I guess he invites Robin to make it not look wrong." You say as you look down. "It's fine sweetie, you can look." Eddie says as he gets closer. "Eddie!" He laughed and said, "I guess I'll go? It will be awkward." Eddie puts on his shirt and grabs his jacket. "But you owe me."

"Thank you Eddie." You grabbed his keys and his hand. Eddie's eyes go wide. He closes the door behind him and you pull him with you to the car. "This is Eddie. I'm sure you know him." You smiled and opened the door for him. "You first M'lady."

"Oh, why thank you Prince Charming." Eddie says and you laugh. You closed the door and threw the keys at Eddie. You get in the car and look out the window. "Alright then…" Steve says as he breathes in and out then starts the car.

Robin looked at you and Steve, then at Nancy and Eddie. She shook her head and sighs. "Soo…" Robin says. Eddie immediately wanted to leave. He taps your thigh and then taps again. In signs of him wanting to leave. You looked at him and nodded. You sigh and say, "Um, Steve. Let's talk."

Steve looks at you and nods. "Private please." Everyone looked away. "Outside." You say and get up. Steve gets up and follows. You two were outside and Steve raised a brow. "Steve." He nods and you say, "Why did you bring Nancy?"

"And why did you bring Eddie the freak?"

"Stop calling him that." You say, sounding pissed. "Did I make you jealous, is that it? Me and Nancy are nothing. I dont have feelings for her." He says and then he hears you laugh. "Really?" You say. "Yes…?"

"I don't think so!" You yelled."The way you look at her! God! You give me that look when you tell me "I love you"!" You yelled. "[Name], please calm down. We can talk at home-"

"No! We are not! I am tired of feeling like I'm your second choice! Or to be used as a way to make Nancy jealous just so you could get her back!" You say. Steve tries to grab you but you backed away. "I hate the way you are whenever you bring her up. Your eyes sparkle and you sound so happy when you bring her up on our dates." Steve just stood there, he was listening. But he didn't know exactly what to say

"And you know what I am scared of? Losing you, Harrington. I've been in love with you for so long I can't even remember…" You looked at him and said, "Are you still in love with Nancy Wheeler?"

Steve tried looking into your [E/Color] eyes, but couldn't and looked down. You chuckled and said, "I know the answer now."

"[Name], please-"

"You know what, the date ends. I'm going home." You said and walked inside to grab your bag. "If you even call this a date." You whispered and bit your lip to hold in the tears. "Hey, hey." Eddie grabs your arm. "You alright?" He asked and You shook your head. He got up and dismissed himself. Robin shook her head as she saw all of it happen. Nancy was just left confused. Steve walked in and you walked past him with Eddie. Eddie just shook his head and followed you. "[Name], please." Steve yells. "It's over Harrington." You say and walk away with Eddie.

"Fuck…" Steve says as runs a hand through his hair as his vision gets blurry. "I fucked up."

You tried your best not to cry once you got over at Eddie's. "I know what will, probably and I hope so, make you feel better." Eddie says as he holds out a joint. You couldn't help but smile. "Sure, why not." You say and grab it. You pressed it on your lips and looked for a lighter. You saw Eddie holding it out. He turns on the lighter and lets the joint burn. You huffed and held it in a little long, then let it out. You soon cried and talked about huff.

"What is it that I did wrong?" You say as you hand him the joint and lay down on the bed. you covered your face with your hands. "You did nothing wrong. He is the one in the wrong for being a dick to you." Eddie says as he sits down and hits the joint. You soon stopped sobbing as the weed started to hit it. "Eddie, I have the same shift as him on Thursday." You say and sit up. "It's going to be so awkward. God."

"I've thrown that before, but in elementary school. I told her I like her and she rejected me. She said she liked another guy. And I had to attend class. I was so embarrassed. You should have seen how red I was." You laughed and Eddie smiled.

You lay back down and hold your hand out. Ge passes the joint and you heal. You exhale and laugh. Eddie lays next to you. "Dude, I remember I once called Steve a mom because he would have to take care of the kids all the time. He started complaining." You smiled and then sigh. "Eddie, have you ever fallen in love?"

"Kind of a stupid question in my opinion." Eddie says. "Yeah, I know that." You say and face him. "But have you?" He nods and looks at you. "I have. They just have been dating an idiot." He says and gets closer to you. "Really…?" You whispered as you looked at his lips. "Yeah…" He whispered back as he moved your [H/Color] hair behind your ear. You touched his cheek and rubbed your thumb.

You had no clue, but you suddenly felt your heart racing. Racing just how Steve would make you feel. You don't know if it was the weed that had you feeling like this, but you knew that feeling. "And does the one you love know?" You asked. "Probably, probably not." He moves his hand to the back of your head and kisses you. You kissed him back. God, who knew Eddie was a good kisser. You don't even know if he ever had his first kiss or not. Who cares?

You moved your hands to his hair and moved on top of him. Eddie pulled away and took a hit on the joint. He looks at you again and kisses you. You breathed in the smoke and then pulled away to exhale it. You pant and then got off him. "I'm sorry." You say. "I can't…" you say as you remembered Steve. You lay next to him and looked at the ceiling. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I just-"

"Hey, look at me." He says and you look at him. He rubs his thumb on your cheek and says, "It's fine." You touched his hand and felt the cold metal of his rings. "I'll wait." You nodded and held his hand tightly.

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Part two? No? Yes? Who knows

Do not be shy to request or ask me anything! Love you!

#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson #x reader #x female reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie x reader x steve

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imamonsterfxcker-sorry · 2 years

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*MY Opinions on dating the Obey Me! brother's*

Couldn't find someone to write it for me so I'm doing it my self(I've never written before, especially on Tumblr, but this idea is driving me insane so I'm putting it in words for my own sake)

Like i said this is mostly for my sake but if anyone can relate or has they're own thoughts on it pls tell me, would love to talk about this more. 😊

This is my opinion/reasons why i personally would never by romantically involved with any of the brothers

English is not my first language so excuse any/all Grammer mistakes cuz I'm also on mobile while writing this lmao

Warning: Slight NSFW (mostly talk), cursing, talk about hitting/hurting someone

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I still would be friends with them, i wouldn't treat them differently but when it comes to being romantically involved with them I would a hundred percent say no, regardless if I like them or have been with having sex with them for a while and feelings arose (so fwb or whatever).

So this is kinda my take on how would I be/explanation if the brothers sin got to much for me or if they were to ask me out and i said no and they were to ask me for the reason.

Lucifer - I (personally) would not date this man bc he's the embodiment of Pride itself and he refuses to be wrong(even if he is) and I'm way to stubborn so we'll clash a lot. Also something I've seen is Lucifer getting mad at mc for failing grades or whatever and MC apologizing like??? I'm sorry but who do you think you are?! Like I struggle with my memory and that frustrates me a lot so if i fail and this man starts to shit on me for it acting like he's a saint I'm gonna drag him out of anger. I'm talking about I'm gonna bring up every single thing he's done wrong, especially how he's the reason all he's brothers fell bc they followed him after he fell(this is mostly based on a other headcanon/theory i found a while back that really intrigued me). Like he'll have to kill me to shut me up bc I hate people criticizing others as if they're perfect or ignore their efforts to do good(like how they all bully mammon despite how they all use there sin as an excuse just like he does)

Mammon - so i wouldn't date him cuz he'll steal from me and if he does I'll brake his ankles without hesitation. Also while i do feel bad for this man being bullied despite greed being his literal sin if he were to steal from me(i collect a lot of stuff like Levi lol) i would make this man wish he died in the war or I would either make him get my item back, buy me a new one or pay back i spent. And honestly? If that were to happen, him stealing, i wouldn't really trust him anymore or at least have the same level of respect for him bc how can you be a thousand year old demon and not have a sure way to have money? Like? My man you're freaking greed! There are humans rn that are a thousand times more greedy than you'll ever be like wtf? How can you be outstaged like that? And he doesn't even really buy stuff(besides cars) he just spends it the minute he gets it but again how can you not know how to make money already?

Levi - sooo oof this is like so hard bc while Levi has almost the exact same taste in everything as me i wouldn't date him bc of his insecurities and hear me out. I know that makes me sound bad but i also have similar insecurities if not the same but i don't use them the same way i feel Levi does? Like i genuinely feel he uses them as a guilt trip bc he wants you and only you and doesn't want to share? Idk if that makes sense but i personally cannot be with someone that needs constant reassurance everytime you even breath near another person and i have my own issues to deal with so i can't be with him

Asmodeus - so here's the reason i won't date him and i stand by it a 100%. This man will cheat on you literally all the time and also he will make you insecure. I'm sorry but i refuse to believe that a single human can keep the avatar of Lust satisfied like that makes no sense to me? The minute y'all finish fucking he's gonna go out and get with some succubus bc he's still horny and ik for a fact he'll say it means nothing bc he loves you and you should understand bc of his sin. Now onto the insecurities, humans have a lot things that causes wrinkles or blemishes hell even ageing a year can change you a lot so i feel like Asmo would point that out A LOT as small comments like "mc try this new cream for your face" or whatever like at first it might seem sweet but it will bring you down.

Satan - okay so I'm actually very 50/50 with this man bc i feel like he'll be a good partner and he's the only one that actually tries to be in control of his sin but that's not always the case. Here's the reason i won't date him, i feel like it'll be a lot of like walking on eggshells with him bc from what I seen it's the small things that make him angry and i wouldn't want to be with a partner that might possibly hurt me for something i couldn't control you know?

Beel - again another character I'm very 50/50 with bc i genuinely see no issue with Beel or his sin. He does seem like a good partner that cares for them and his loved ones. The only issue i see is slightly similar reasons to Satans, that i might be in danger so it's like a gamble with them. Bc Beel goes full demon mode if he's to hungry or you eat his food(even though he's always eating your food), so that's dangerous bc he can hurt you/eat you.

Belphie - so I wouldn't date him for two reasons. One i truly believe this man is a narcissist or just plain psychotic. He'll gladly hurt you bc he knows with a few words you'll forgive him and come back. Two Just his sin. If you want to date this man DO NOT except to go out or celebrate ANYTHING bc he won't care/try to do anything. He'll sleep through it and not feel bad bc i feel like he'll say that you should know who he is by now and not be mad so yeah. Also he killed us so fuck him for that.

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So yeah that's that. Lol i only wrote this bc i saw some writing about the brothers sin and how MC would react but they seemed so sad?(on MC's part, like how MC handled it) Idk if that's the correct word it just seemed to basic? I'm aware that everyone's writing is different and how they interpret the brothers/MC so this is my take on the whole thing and how i would be.

#shall we date obey me #fanfiction #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beel angst #obey me beel #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me asmodeus #obey me smut #omgmyfirsttimewriting #obeyme #obey!me

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simpforchuchu · 2 years

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Hi :) i wanted to say that i love your work and i want to ask you if you can do hcs for ran, mitsuya, rindou and koko comforting their s/o because they lost contact with someone important to them? feel free to ignore if you dont want to do it

(pls ignore my broken English)

Ran / Rin / Mitsuya / Koko comforting their s/o cause they lost contact with someone

A/n: Thank you for your request, I hope you like it <3

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

ran

• He didn't make any friends other than gang members during those years.

• Such is his life

• So either he lost contact with people or he lost the people...

• When he come home and see that you are sorry and tell him, he will hold you in his arms and hug you tightly

• Not good with words so will use physical contact

Rindou

• He is like his brother

• That's why he's not one to get upset when he loses touch with people

• He thinks it's better than losing people

• When he sees you sad he will put you on his knees and talk to you all night

• Some of the things he says will be the truth, even if it hurts.

Mitsuya

• He's probably the best with words

• Years later, he quit his gang business and became a fashion designer

• During this time, he had perhaps even lost the people closest to him

• That's why he understood you

• He took you out and told you some memories while watching the view on a hill

• You both knew life was cruel sometimes

Koko

• Maybe the worst thing about it

• He doesn't know how to comfort you

• All his connections loved him for his money.

• You were the only person in his life who truly loved him

• That's why he doesn't quite know what to say

• But he's ready to do anything so you don't cry

• Don't worry

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers #mitsuya #ran haitani #rindou haitani #kokonoi

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guesswho873 · 2 years

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Introduction(yeah idk how to spell it 😅)

Yeah I am new to this.

You can call me pg (short for purple girl).

I know it's genius.

K I write tickle ffic so if you like it you can tell me what to write.

I will do for these fandoms:

Socksmp or the sock gang

(I searched for this but there isn't any that is the reason I started this)

Dreamsmp I know some of the members

Miraculous ladybug and chat noir

And idk.... You ask me and I will tell if I know it or not.....

Ps: english is not my 1st language so if there is a spelling mistake or a grammer mistake pls ignore it.

And I think I will draw too, but I will not say it is good.

I am not a pro artist so dont judge me you can give me tips tho I would appreciate it.

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #ssocssocksssocssocksmpssocssocksssocssocksmp

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izukult · 4 years

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hi hi! I wanted to ask if I could participate in the playlist event?? if it’s closed just ignore this!! well I’m a cancer n infj I listen to all types of music but mostly happy songs or songs which make u feel like a baaaad b!!. I guess my top 3 genres would be pop, r&b, n indie. I usually just listen to sad songs when I’m sad already or when it’s raining n I wanna feel like the main character (y/n whomST?) AHAHAH. I loove architecture, fashion, n travel! My friends would typically describe me as smart, reliable, n creative but extremely “”extra”” (???) witty n sarcastic it gets annOYING. oh n I guess i would be the (reluctant) mom friend!! buuut I would say I’m quite shy on the outside but once u get to kno me I’m a diff person?? AHAHHA anw im sorry if this is too long!! thank youu i love ur blog sm 🥺💗

hi lovely!!! okay i don’t know if this what you’re looking for, because i haven’t seen a lot of <3 stuff about him and if you want someone else message me but i literally see you and tanaka being the power couple? like yall would wreck fucking HAVOC. everyone thinks you’re cute asl, but they also fear for their lives😼 when you’re around. along with that, though, you can easily calm tanaka down and you both put your all into your friends. you definitely hang w noya a lot (and there’s like a 110% chance he is in love with you too🤨) and it’s just good vibes. it’s like havin that best friend / partner dynamic :D

also he asks for help on hw all the time. you cannot escape thag.

i’m gonna link the playlist and then list it<3

1. novacane- frank ocean

2. sweet talk- saint motel

3. scotty doesn’t know- lustra

4. EARFQUAKE- tyler the creator

5. promiscuous- nelly furtado

6. slow jamz- twista, kanye west, jamie foxx

7. put your records on- ritt momney

8. honey, i’m good- andy grammer (LOL SORRY BUT HE BLARES THIS SHIT)

9. stuck in the middle- tai verdes

10. 1 thot 2 thot red thot blue thot- yung gravy

11. drew barrymore- SZA

12. sativa- jhené aiko, swae lee

13. i miss the old u- black ear

14. kiwi- harrystyles

15. buzz cut- lovelytheband

i’m gonna be honest. if someone gave me this playlist, i would feel unsettled. the vibes are all over i’m so sorry i wish i could make this one pretty but i just feel like it would definitely be like this 😕🤝 if you don’t like any of the songs PLS LMK AND I WILL CHANGE IT WND IF YOU HATE THIS MEASAGE ME AND I WILL MAKE U ANOTHER ONE BC IDK HOW I FEEL AB THIS

#haikyuu #haikyuu playlists #haikyuu x reader #tanaka #tanaka x reader #tanaka playlist #ikigaitooru playlists

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mazojo · 5 years

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Cinderella Phenomenon Thoughts

*Heavy sigh*

B O I

Soooo, for the past two weeks I have been deeply entranced with the otome of Cinderella Phenomenon recommended by my beautiful friend @ladykateofhousebeaumont (thank you queen for having me play this masterpiece, I am blessedddd) and I have many thoughts I need to get out of my system because

b o i

anyways spoilers below soOOo beware

Can I start by talking about Lucette’s evolution went because

Home girl went from being the most hated on the land to understanding her toxic behavior through her different suitors and coming to the realization her mom was very toxic and growing from that. Truly, poetic cinema at its finest.

Also hi yes, my favorite character (apart from the suitors which ill talk about in a minute) was Delora. Like you cannot tell me she isn't totally Lucette’s adoptive mother. Like, hi? yes? I need some napkins for my teARS. Delora is the mother figure Lucette never had and Lucette represents the daughter Delora had and Hildyr killed and I just.... ugh, my emotions

Also, is it bad I lowkey wanted a Garlan route?? lmaooo he was so cute with Jurien and I love me some soft shy boys and asdfghhgfds, like I shipped him with Jurien and all but Garlan I luv you too ;w;

Anyways, the boys, I will comment on them from my least favorite to my most favorite, so bare with my screaming as it will become louder and louder, i’ll also include the highlight of some CGs and a song that reminds me of the pairing because I don't have anything better to do aasdfghjhgfd

Rumpel

Lets start with doctor boi. To be honest when I saw the pictures of the guys in the downloading page I thought my favorites would be Rumpel and Waltz (I mean, I got one of those right lmao) because he wears glasses and home girl loves loves lovessss glasses. Then with his first interaction with Lucette It was very meH to be honest. He is just not my type and I would rather have Rumpel as a friend, although he did gave me quite a couple of laughs when he interacted with Karma lol.

His ending cg is brutal tho, his along Rod’s are the most heartbreaking ending CG’s (even though his ending in of itself wasn't the worst in my opinion because I wasn't too attached to him).

Anyways in short, Rumpel, flirty doctor boi. with good heart even though you roll your eyes at half the things he says xD

“And I wish that you could see. Oh, what you do to me, and I hope this letter covers everything. I'm yours, sincerely me” - Sincerely Me, Artist vs. Poet

“And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be, right in front of me, talk some sense to me” - I found, Amber Run

Fritz/Varg

Oh boi, baby Boy Fritz. The only reason why Fritz isn't higher is because throughout his route I felt like I don't get to know much about Fritz in of itself but rather Varg, but the little we get to see Fritz I find adorable. He was one of the routes I was most excited on playing because he was adorable in the other routes, always looking out to protect Lucette and he always did <33

And Varg. To be completely honest I kinda liked him at the beginning but not much, the moment I trully fell for him was at the end when he gave up himself to let Fritz be with Lucette. Boooooi that scene where he says Fritz would never deserve her but he still wants her to be happy asdfghj broke me.

Like in the end even though I liked Fritz and Varg individually a lot, I feel like there wasn't enough time with either to come on higher in the list and thats the only reason why he is number 4, but I still love them very much ;w;

Also like, the good ending?? its like the saddest one?? I mean yeah, they got to be together and what not but my home girl Delora dies?? and Parfait?? no magic? hello? I cried so much? asdfghjkl Truly the most angsty ending by far and I just..... Can they be happy pls? </3

Also as a side note, Fritz was the only route I could get all the positive choices at once without having to reload the files and I feel very proud about that lmao bye

“But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning” - Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, Set it Off ft. William Beckett

“All that I can do is beg as hard as I can, but the nightmares keep on haunting me. Even though I’ve seen you leave a hundred thousand times, I can only watch you disappear” - Eine Kleine, Rachie

Rod

Rodddddd <33

Honestly between Rod and Karma it was a tough choice, and I think I could say they were fairly tie with one another, just putting Karma a little higher because his good ending was one of my favorites and Rod’s was kinda sad (well, I mean, I get it, they are step brothers so they cant be publicly involved but its still sad ;w;).

Y’all know I live for my tsundere characters and Rod did not disappoint. Not only does he have some of the cutest blushing moments (thx Sebby!) but he and Lucette have such a great dynamic! They understand each other and I think Lucette had one of the best developments in his route, understanding Em and getting her good deeds by growing close to her family was such a cool way for her to become a good person, my queen Lucette is everything in this route.

The bad ending is also super sad and the CG was so heartbreaking. To think if only Lucette would have said that he loved him (which she did) at the end to save him asdfghjkl, my feelings.

“How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it cause I cant ignore it if its love” - Accidently in Love, Counting Crows

“Oh, how it feels so real, lying here with no one near” - Tiny Dancer, Elton John

Karma

Now onto my manz Karmaaa

what a ride man

Honestly I didn't expect to like Karma that much. I mean, he was nice, he looked playful and I liked the teasing dynamic but I did not expect him to end at my #2 at all. But boi was I in for a ride. Once you get to know Karma? understand him and the reasons he is close off? how he truly doesn't consider anyone loving him as an option to break his curse? uh, um, excuse me to say this but, poetic cinema at its f i n e s t.

God and Karma and Lucette’s dynamic, iconic. He teaches her how to open up and live life, be happy, while she helps him realize he is much more than his looks and how he fell for his personality, god I love them.

Also the good ending was one of my favorites, they were just so comfortable with each other and I cant wait to see their dynamic with their family, its gonna be awesome. His bad ending was in my opinion, one of the worst too. Dying thinking the girl he loves never truly got to love him and see past the beast and just when she realizes he is holding the rose thing that he is Karma and she killed him? brutal

“Like the ache in my chest that my heart didn’t invite. But if the prettiest romance isn’t perfectly right, that makes every love lost just a holiday every night” - Paper Tigers, Owl City

“I could have another but I probably should not, I got somebody at home” - Honey I’m Good, Andy Grammer

Waltz

*Screams*

MY BOY WALTZ

*Resumes Screaming*

I knew he would be my favorite from the start. Girl loves me some sweet boys with some secrets to hide, and since the other routes gave tiny clues that they were childhood friends, big y E S.

What’s there not to love about Waltz?? he is not only a cute boy who is in love with her best friend, her only family left, and taught her how to become the good kind hearted person he knew she was deep on the inside but he would also give it all for her happiness?? they protect each other?? powerful witch couple?? uh por favorrr

His bad ending broke me, thinking his conscious is ruined thanks to Hildyr and watching the girl he loves become basically a puppet? heartless. And his good ending, their dynamic, everything everything I love Waltz and everyone should know it.

They are the biggest power canon couple to exist and I stan.

“Call a name I'm longing for, call the name that only you know. I'll find you there, in dreams we shared, that called us once before” - I’ll call your name, Dima Lancaster (Cover)

“And when I'm feeling small you get me through it all, Just like we were kids, just like we were kids again” - Kids Again, Artist vs. Poet

Anyways its over, it ended, I am coping, I will go back to staring at my screenshots of Waltz while I cry ;w;

#Kate if you are reading this I am still crying #asdfghjk this game broke me and I am too attached to this folks #my bbys all need a good therapy session asap #anyways off to fingerling about Waltz and Lucette being in l o v e #bye #cp #cinderella phenomenon #karma #waltz #rod #fritz #varg #rumpel #otome #review #thoughts #spoilers #spoiler

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Honey (Monet x Monique) - Ortega

a/n: this is just my way of letting u all know that i stan Monet and Monique and ship them so bloody much that this happened. me n Salem (Citrus) were talking about how funny it would be to call this fic Honey bc of all the Trixie stans that fucking hate the brown cow/sponge chat, but also because of the Kehlani song Honey that reminds me so much of these two being pure. enjoy n pls let me know what u think! (p.s. last chapter of Game is coming i promise xxxxx)

Summary: performing arts college au, two gals being pals. Monet reminisces over how she got together with her girlfriend. Monique just wants to eat ice cream tbh.

The clock was ticking so slowly. Time seemed to be moving slower than it ever had done before in Monet’s life, but that always seemed to happen in tutorials. It seemed to happen even more frequently, she found, when Valentina was talking. Usually she would listen and try to contain her laughter as the girl flipped her long, straight hair about her shoulders and went on a long, self-centered tangent which had nothing to do with the topic at hand, but today her voice was grating. Performance showcases were coming up, and she had to practice. She had better things to do with her time than listen to her drone on in that high, affected, airy-fairy voice about…what the fuck was she even talking about?

“…and so I think if I chose that it would really highlight my vocal versatility, plus I could work in a costume as well, and maybe do a dramatic monologue at the start to illustrate the character,” she said, appearing to be finished. Monet looked over at her tutorial leader, Jinkx, who was half-asleep and very confused.

“Um…sorry, I don’t see how we got from the prevalence of 5/4 time signatures in later Jazz music to…” Jinkx blinked. “…you performing in your final showcase as Jean Valjean.”

All eyes shifted to Valentina, who blinked back at her. “I mean, isn’t it obvious? I feel I made my train of thought very clear.”

As Jinkx steered the conversation back to whatever the fuck it had been about in the first place, Monet scribbled in her notebook. She still hadn’t sorted her setlist out for her performances, or organised the band, and it was only a fortnight away. She was stressed. She almost didn’t notice her phone buzz.

Mo: bitch what the fuck was that all about?!?!?!!?

Mo: is she on crystal meth?????

Pause. Buzz.

Mo: why u ignoring me sis???

Mo: this is no way to treat ur girlfriend u whore

Pause.

Mo: i know ur seeing these u bitch

Monet gave a light sigh and looked up. There, opposite her, was the living spambot herself that she had the privilege (or curse, she joked internally) to call her girlfriend, Monique. Her huge mane of dyed orange hair was blown out to frame her face perfectly, and the lids of her eyes sparkled with purple glitter which matched her highlighter. Monet’s heart did a flip. It still did when she looked at her, even after the 1 and a half years they’d been together. It seemed simultaneously like such a long time and also no time at all. It didn’t even count the two years beforehand that Monet had spent with a crush on her, which probably made it seem longer. Monique hadn’t noticed Monet looking at her yet and was still typing with her huge pointy nails, a feat which never ceased to amaze Monet.

Mo: here’s a nude i took earlier

Mo: 26012019_602040.jpeg

Just as Monet was about to tap on the picture, she heard her name being mentioned. She looked up with a start, the heat rushing to her face as if everybody could see her texts. The whole room was looking at her expectantly, save for Monique who was looking just as rabbit-caught-in-headlights as Monet imagined she was.

Jinkx gave a kind smile, obviously seeing that she hadn’t been paying a blind bit of attention. “Have you started thinking about the showcase much yet, or not at all?”

Monet gave a grateful exhale. Then, she thought for a second. “I know that I need to get a setlist done but I almost feel like I have too many ideas going on and I don’t know which one to go with? Like I don’t have a theme.”

“Oh, I feel that, honey,” came a theatrical voice from across the room. Trixie Mattel, the scholarship kid, was bright and talented, but also annoyed fuck out of Monet because of her incessant catchphrase. “I sat for ages trying to think of what I should sing. But then I thought, what’s really going to show me for me? A bit of who I am? And then it just hit me- honey! I say it so often it’s such a huge part of me, so why not theme all my songs around it?”

Jinkx smiled at the student. “Which are?”

“Honey, Honey from Mamma Mia: The Musical, Honey I’m Home by Shania Twain, and Honey, I’m Good by Andy Grammer,” she smiled proudly. Monet heard a tiny snort across the room and her eyes immediately drifted to Monique who was sniffing as if she had a cold.

“Well, at least someone’s sorted,” Jinkx shrugged, raising her eyebrows and checking the clock. “Okay, that’s us done. Go practice and get organised.”

There was a wild scraping of chairs and bags flying over shoulders as the other students raced out of the seminar room. Monet was last out by the time she’d packed up and thrown her jacket on, and she left the room to find Monique leaning against the wall in the empty corridor waiting for her. She smiled gently as she saw her girlfriend.

“Good to go?” Monet asked her, running a hand down her arm and taking her hand.

“Well, you took long enough,” Monique pouted, cheering up when Monet squeezed her hand. “If we go get ice cream will you share it with me?”

Monet feigned a sob. “I really need to practice.”

Monique stopped in the hall and did her best impression of a dying kitten. Monet rolled her eyes. “Fine! We’ll go.”

Monique was happy as she walked hand in hand with Monet to the ice cream parlour. She radiated bubbly excitement as she talked about her showcase and how she was going to perform all original songs, including one about a brown cow. This was precisely what Monet loved about Monique- her neverending energy, her lust for life, her complete fucking off-the-wall ideas and creativity that nobody else seemed to have. She’d always been like that in high school, too- you could hear her before you could see her, and it was as if every moment was part of her own, Monique-Heart-based reality show. She was always popular, but not quite in the bitchy sense, and she was always surrounded by her friends: Mayhem, the queen bee, Asia, the makeup artist, Vixen, the bitch never out of detention. Monet always stayed in her lane- after all, there was no real reason for their paths to cross- but she’d often look across the lunch hall to the table of goddesses and feel intrigued and shy at the same time, confused by the feelings that years later she’d recognise as a classic, embarrassing high school crush.

They arrived at the cafe where Monique sat down, all but grabbed the menu from Monet’s hands, and began flicking through it.

“What do you want?” she asked Monet, not looking up from her flicking. Monet let out a burst of laughter.

“Bitch, you just took the menu from me! How the hell am I supposed to know?! Get whatever you want,” she shrugged, leaning back in her seat and looking out of the window. “I don’t mind.”

It was cold and grey outside but somehow Monique made it seem so much more colourful- a huge lilac sweatshirt with an enormous pair of eyes stitched onto it, patterned blue and green exercise leggings. Stuff that anyone else would be afraid of wearing, but not Monique. Monique was fearless.

Monique decided on a red velvet and white chocolate sundae. She proudly announced that she chose it because she remembered red velvet was Monet’s favourite, Monet smiling and not letting on that she had no intention of sharing the sundae and she only agreed to get ice cream because Monique would have been sad if they didn’t.

“I can’t believe you’re performing that fucking cow song at your actual showcase. You’re crazy,” Monet laughed suddenly, shaking her head.

“What?” Monique asked incredulously. “So it’s okay for Trixie to theme her whole show around fucking honey but I can’t do a song about a brown cow?”

“Yeah but…” Monet smiled, knowing it would annoy her girlfriend. “…it only works when she does it.”

Monique launched herself across the table to wallop Monet on the arm. Suddenly guilty, Monet reached across and took Monique’s hand, stroking her knuckles gently and taking care to avoid getting stabbed by her nails.

“I’m kidding. Your song’s fun.”

“Oh, it’s a bop,” Monique nodded emphatically.

“Facts are facts,” Monet smiled, using the phrase she knew Monique loved so much.

“Facts are facts,” Monique repeated, beaming at her from across the table. “I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?”

“No,” Monet deadpanned, taking a sip out of the glass bottle of coke she’d ordered. Monique laughed and mirrored her sip. That was all their relationship seemed to consist of- laughter, constant fun and affection. Monique was funny in her own crazy way, hyper, and Monet was always joking about with her, teasing and poking fun at her until Monique went in a huff and Monet had to faux-beg for forgiveness. She knew Monique always found her funny, though, even though some people thought she wasn’t. In fact, humour was how Monet managed to get Monique on side when they first met properly. It was the first week of Year 13, and they had been put in the same Drama class. They’d been going round the circle talking about the classic bullshit start-of-the-year stuff- what they wanted to get out of the course and suchlike- and a loud-mouthed, domineering girl called Eureka was having her turn. Monet recognised her- she’d always been the year above her in school, but for some reason she was repeating Year 13 (there were rumours it was because of exam failures). Eureka was talking in a faux-humble style of how she already had an agent and how she was going to become a famous actress once the year was over, and that she didn’t really need to be taking Drama to be a professional anyway, she was just doing it for fun.

“Is that why you’re taking it to AS Level for the second time?” Monet had muttered. She thought she’d been quiet, but it had come out way louder than she’d expected, and it got her some glares from some of the bitchier girls. There had been a snort, though, from the other side of the room, and Monet’s gaze had followed it to the source- Monique Heart, who was smiling at her guiltily.

After class, Monet had taken a bit of heat from Eureka and her friends outside the Drama studio, until Monique had turned the corridor. She looked at the girls surrounding Monet, narrowed her eyes, cocked her head, and they’d left. That was the influence she held, and it captivated Monet slightly.

“Did they give you any trouble?” she’d asked, gazing at Monet intently with kind eyes. “Because if they do, just let me know. Vixen’s been looking for an excuse to drag that bitch since she joined our year.”

“Thanks,” Monet had given a quick, awkward smile and walked away, assuming the conversation had been over. She’d been surprised when Monique had caught up with her, walking quickly to match her footsteps.

“I thought it was funny, by the way. What you said. The bitch is so full of shit.”

“Someone had to say it,” Monet shrugged. She smiled to herself. Her heart had felt as if it’d swollen twice its size and she’d felt so satisfied that Monique had found her funny.

“Facts are facts,” Monique had agreed. It was the first time Monet had ever heard her say that. “So how come you’re crashing AS Drama?”

“It’s not a crash, I did A Level last year. I just think we were in different sets,” Monet explained, still amazed that Monique was talking to her. “I’m applying to Performing Arts college. The Academy?”

“Oh, same!” Monique had cried, a high-pitched shriek of recognition. “This is great! Now we can be each other’s emotional support when we do our auditions.”

Monet had smiled, and had gone to say something else when Monique omitted another large cry. As she waved, Monet realised she’d seen her friends.

“I gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow, Monet!” she’d all but yelled as she ran off to join the other girls. Monet had been disappointed that their conversation was over, until she remembered that they had Drama in first period the next day which was less than 24 hours away.

Monet was suddenly distracted by a wet spoon hitting her nose. She blinked, surprised.

“What was that for?” she asked. Across from her, Monique was halfway through her sundae. Monet had no idea how long it had been there.

“You’ve been staring into space for like, two minutes solid,” Monique explained. Monet took another look at the sundae and laughed.

“You ate all that in two minutes?”

Monique rolled her eyes at her. “Can I be me?”

Monet smiled. “You can finish it. I don’t want any. I’ll still go halfers with you when we’re done.”

“You’re sweet,” Monique said softly, then followed Monet’s gaze out the window. “What were you thinking about anyway?”

“Just us before college. Before we were together,” Monet gave a small shrug and Monique grinned. She seemed eager to say something and was hurrying her current mouthful of ice cream so she didn’t have to speak with her mouth full.

“Remember how nervous I was the first few months we were together in case my parents found out?” she laughed, as if it was a joke. Monet didn’t remember it being a joke at the time. “Then we came here and I’m like ‘Hi, everyone, this is my girlfriend, Monet!’, ‘Hi, America, this is my girlfriend, Monet!”, “Hello, world, did you know I have a girlfriend? Her name is Monet!’. I think the whole college knows by now.”

Monet smiled. “I’m glad you can show me off, it’s what I deserve.”

Monique turned suddenly quiet, something that Monet hardly ever saw. A light blush had hit her cheeks. “I still remember being so happy getting partnered with you for our performance pieces, because it meant I’d get to spend more time with you.”

Monet smiled affectionately. “So was I, but then I was like ‘shit’ because I was already so nervous around you.”

“So was I!”

“Shut up, no you weren’t,” Monet let out a laugh. “You were a motherfucking foghorn around me, I swear I caught tinnitus from working with you.”

“Yeah! I get loud when I’m nervous, sis,” Monique muttered, taking a sip of her drink and looking so meek and so un-Monique that Monet wanted to both laugh and wrap her arms around her and never let go. “If it hadn’t been for Vixen we wouldn’t even be sitting here together now, how crazy.”

Monet snorted. “Yes we would. We’d both have got in here, just we’d probably still be friends and we’d both have huge crushes on each other but be too scared to tell.”

Monique looked indignant. “Hey, I would’ve told you at some point! Just needed to get my nerve.”

“Well, Vixen did it for us.”

It was true that neither of them really had had to make the first move because one lunchtime, just after their final performances and after Monet and Monique had found out they would both be going to the same college, Vixen sat down at Monet’s lunch table right beside her. Monet remembers Bob, Pepper and Cracker looking at them both and then dropping their conversational volume about ten decibels so that they could both talk and listen in. Her friends were so predictable.

“Hey,” Vixen started off. There was a sort of scheming little smile on her face, like she knew a joke that she’d never share with the world. “So Monique wants to know if you like girls.”

Monet vividly remembers drinking from a carton of orange juice and nearly choking on it. “Um. Why?”

Vixen looked at her nails, a small frown coming over her face as she realised she’d chipped one. “Monique’s never been with a girl before but she has this lesbian crush on you, it’s kind of adorable. Anyway, I thought I should ask in case you’re not into that. Pointless raising her hopes if they’re just gonna be crushed.”

Monet had blinked a little at her, while noticing that her friends beside her had dropped all pretence of talking to each other and were now full-on listening to their conversation.

“I mean, I kinda…like her too, I guess?” Monet replied, trying to sound casual when her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it would land her in hospital.

Vixen narrowed her eyes at her. “You kinda like her, or you like her? Which is it?”

“I like her,” Monet replied immediately. Then that same smile had appeared on Vixen’s face as she’d slid off the chair and sashayed over to her usual table. And then Monet had been thrown into a state of panic and anxiety- what if Vixen had been asking for a joke? What if she had just wanted to embarrass Monet, and Monique didn’t feel the same at all? She wouldn’t have been able to look Monique in the eye. She hadn’t dared to look over to the other table and, as her friends had consoled her, Monet thought she’d made a dreadful mistake.

So when Monet had been rushing to her next class after lunch and taking a shortcut she’d though that only she knew, she’d been surprised to see Monique sitting on a bench deep in thought. Self-conscious, Monet tried to hurry past her, but was stopped by a call.

“Mo!”

She turned and Monique was smiling at her gently. It was a genuine smile. It didn’t seem scheming, or part of a set up. In fact, it looked a little shy.

“Hey,” Monet smiled back nervously, perching on the bench. “Sorry I kinda blanked you, I was rushing to get to class.”

“Oh well sorry, you better go!” Monique insisted, appearing more embarrassed by the second. Something in Monet wanted to find out why, so she replied.

“No, it’s okay. I’m late now, might as well commit to it,” she shrugged, looking at the other girl whose brows were furrowed. “How come you’re up here anyway?”

“Just thinking about stuff,” Monique said simply. Still with her eyes on the grass below, she continued. “Monet…”

Monet’s heart was rattling against her ribcage as if it was trying to escape her body. “Mm?”

“Did Vixen tell you? You know…about…me? And…you?” Monique asked calmly, even though looking back Monet thought that her insides were probably as fucked up as her own.

She’d wondered about whether or not to tell the truth. “About you liking me? Yeah, she did.”

Monique visibly cringed. “That motherfucking fruitloop bitch. I’m gonna kill her.”

Monet let out a laugh and Monique joined in too, softly. Her gaze finally met Monet’s own. “She told me that you like me too, though, right?”

Monet was sure she’d felt her heart stop completely, if only for a second. “Um. Yeah, I guess I do.”

There was a pause, and Monet panicked. “Monique, look, I don’t know if this is a huge in-joke you and your friends have, but-”

“Oh no, it’s really not! I promise,” Monique had blurted out. She’d been so far away from her usual chilled out, calm self, and she’d looked back to the ground. “So, uh. Do you want to go get food after school?”

Monet’s heart exploded. “Yeah. That sounds fun.”

“Just to clarify, this would be a date. Like this is me asking you out on a date,” Monique repeated, her eccentric energy slowly coming back. Monet snorted.

“Girl what do you think I am, hard of hearing? I get it,” she’d laughed, leading to Monet thumping her with her bag, standing up, and walking away.

“Don’t bother! It’s cancelled!” she’d cried out to her as she walked off, Monet doubling over laughing and happy in the knowledge Monique didn’t mean a single word.

Fast forward to today and they were leaving the ice cream parlour, hand in hand again, Monique happy and full of ice cream and Monet happy because her girlfriend was happy.

“I never thought it would be this easy, you know?” she mused out loud, Monique turning to her and pulling a confused face. Monet smiled and clarified. “Us. We always wondered how we’d do when we moved here and had to be on the same course but it’s so easy.”

“Of course it’s easy. You’re with me! What are you trying to say, that I’m hard work?” Monique all but screamed, Monet’s face remaining deadpan.

“Yes.”

“Shut up,” Monique laughed, turning and pulling Monet in for a kiss. Monique’s kisses were always so much like her- soft and gentle but with a crazy passion that knocked Monet for six every time. They were interrupted by a disapproving voice muttering something about Jesus and tradition. Monique immediately whipped herself round from Monet’s face, found the culprit (a balding old man) and fired back.

“Sir, the ten commandments said ‘love thy neighbour’, and Jesus said ‘why do you break the command of God for the sake of your tradition?’, so I think the fuck not, bitch,” she all but spat at him. As the man walked away, stunned, she turned and wrapped Monet in a protective hug, which she was grateful for. “Try to out-Jesus me, whore.”

“Do you want to come back to mine and watch something?” Monet asked, trying to take her girlfriend’s mind off the situation.

“Like what?”

“X Files?”

Monique whined. “Bitch, stop trying to introduce me to your fucking alien fantasy! I’m not interested, I don’t get it!”

Monet tried to pull the same puppy-eye face that Monique loved to pull so much. It appeared to work because Monique’s face softened and she smiled, tucking a lock of Monet’s huge wavy black mane of hair behind her ear. “But you like it, so I’ll try to get into it.”

They ended up at Monet’s flat lying spooning on her bed, Monique the little spoon and getting a better view of the laptop screen, Monet just happy at getting to hold her around her small waist. They had long since changed into pyjamas even though it was only around 4 in the afternoon, Monet in a massive t shirt and sweatpants, Monique in a borrowed cami top and cotton shorts, and Monet had drawn the curtains so that her whole room was cosy and dark and illuminated by fairy lights and the laptop.

“It’s alright. The X Files,” Monique yawned sleepily. “Not the best but not the worst.”

“Mm. Just like sex with you,” Monet joked, Monique suddenly waking up to walk across the room as if she was leaving, then returning to her spot in Monet’s arms.

“You can literally go fuck yourself,” Monique bit back, but the yawn that escaped her mouth halfway through softened her words.

Fuck, Monet loved her so much. It got her thinking about how long it could be this good for. All couples hit snags and bumps in the road and, although they hadn’t had any yet, it was surely inevitable. Monet wondered what their first proper argument would be like and if they could recover from it, or if Monique was the type to walk away.

“I can hear you thinking,” Monique interrupted her train of thought, Monet feeling sheepish at having been caught out.

“Just thinking about us,” she admitted. “Wondering how long the honeymoon period is going to last. Before we eventually have a big fight and you leave me.”

Monique sat up abruptly. “And who says our honeymoon period won’t be our whole relationship?”

Monet laughed, tugging her girlfriend down with her. “Okay, yeah. That sounds good to me.”

“Anyway. I like annoying you too much to ever leave you,” Monique smiled, satisfied. She lay back down on the bed, and Monet could feel her stretching.

“Nap?” Monet suggested, stroking Monique’s hair and flipping it over her shoulders and out of her face.

“Nap,” Monique confirmed, wriggling a little in Monet’s arms and getting comfortable.

“I love you,” Monet smiled, kissing her girlfriend’s shoulder then reaching back to tie her own hair in an elastic.

“I love you too, girl,” Monique replied, reaching around to grab Monet’s arm and replace it around her waist.

“Goodnight, Mo.”

“G’night, honey.”

#ortega #monet x monique #college au #established relationship #monique heart #monet x change #rpdr fanfiction #honey by ortega #s10 #rare pair

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Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic

I was talking to an online friend on Twitter not too long ago, and the subject of bad fanfiction came up. My friend had been reading “My Immortal” and losing his shit over it. I asked if he’d read “Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen” and it turned out he had not. He’d never even heard of it.

Indeed, while this story is one of the best-known badfics out there, it’s still considerably less popular than “My Immortal” is, and I think that’s a damn shame. This may be my personal favorite work of bad fanfiction; it’s a fantastic example of the “so bad it’s good” genre. Author BeckyMac666 writes like no other English-language writer has ever written, and this is both a good and a bad thing. She’s almost certainly a troll, given the blatant use of established badfic tropes and several parallels with “My Immortal,” but when you’re this good at being terrible it really doesn’t matter how serious you are about it.

For the record, there are folks who believe that this fic and “My Immortal” share an author, due to the aforementioned parallels. I personally don’t think that’s true, since the prose is very different, but if it amuses you to imagine that they’re written by the same person, be my guest.

Like virtually all Twilight badfic, this story is about a mysterious new girl arriving in Forks and shaking up Bella and Edward’s relationship by creating a love triangle. As usual, Bella is made out to be completely awful in the process, Jacob is largely forgotten about, and the protagonist may not be entirely human herself. This is far weirder, and more entertaining, than your average shitty Twilight fanfiction, though. Mark my words.

I first MSTed this fanfiction back on the old WordPress version of this blog, but, as that was a long time ago and I like to think I’m funnier nowadays, I rewrote most of my comments. It’s not wildly different, but hopefully it is an improvement over the old version.

AN hey guys this is the new improved verson of my story, hope its better this time!

I have no idea what the unedited version of this thing looked like, but I honestly can’t imagine it being any more ridiculous than the final story.

btw i am young and have dyslexia i find spellin hard but its meant2 be unformal ok !

Use spellcheck, you fool! Or get a proofreader!

no critisism pls!

Oops.

tis story goes out 2 my bf zac(kisses!) amd my besfreind Tiffi LOVE YA GRRRL!

The Tara parallel here is probably intentional. Zac never gets mentioned again, much like Tara’s boyfriend, but Tiffi isn’t Becky’s beta reader and they don’t have a spat partway through or anything of that sort.

EDWARD IS OUR GODD!(we wanna SEX him gud!)

Honestly, I think this is how all fanfiction should open. Just tell me straight-up what character you wanna bang before the story’s even started. Save us all some time.

love &blood becky mac! xxx x x xx

Aww. That’s kinda cute.

UPDATE: I have a proofreader and I have cleaned up the spelling and grammer on this chaptor a hell of a lot as you will see (thank u vickie!)

Yeah, Vickie, thank you. Looks like you’re doing a great job and you’ve got everything under control here.

i will be imrpoving the next chaptors soon.

Since this fic got “abandoned,” subsequent chapters have not actually been improved. Not that one can tell, anyway.

Altantiana

Yes, that is a typo of her OC’s name. Off to a great start.

Hey, my names Atlantiana Rebekah Loren (but everyone calls me Tiana or just plain Tiaa).

Virtually no one calls her Tiana during the course of the story. Just so you know. “Tiaa” isn’t a typo, either, though I have no idea why the author felt the need to add an extra A.

Notice the middle name? Subtle.

I am a 16 year old girl and I live in Forks, Washington!

This actually makes her a year younger than Bella, for the record.

My hair is long and pale like spun gold and skims to my waist like a pale shimmering amber mist.

It’s pale and it’s pale? Also, gold and amber are not the same color.

My eyes are deep forgetminot blue and my delicate fentures are lilly white and pure as the winter snow in moonlight.

I’ve been complimented on my fentures before too, but it’s nothing worth bragging about.

I've been told by loads of sleazy, ugly, HORNY guys that I'm real pretty and look like a model or a bunny girl (some of the guys who like me are really old and try to make opt with me its disgusting and weird!) but basically a lot of the girls I meet tell a different story.

Well, gee, after that modest description of yourself I’m shocked that boys think you’re attractive, Tiaa. You sounded so plain and ordinary.

Am guessing that the girls who don’t tell a different story are gay.

They say I'm too ivory white and ethereal and too skinny and that I look anorexic which i don't care about, but I think its seriously disrespectful to people with REAL eating disorders (btw i'm so totally not anorexic! I eat loads I just never gain weight and I'm not thin enough to be anorexic anyways, I think they were just being BIATCHES especially this one ratty brain called Ellie Mayfair who I hope freaking DIES in PAIN with SHIT ON HER FACE! Sorry, I'm not really such a batch but she is SO horrible if you met her you'd think the same!)

I hate when girls pick on me for being too ethereal.

Even though we’re using the “attractive character looks anorexic but isn’t” trope, and that’s obviously not so great, I guess it’s nice that Tiaa/Becky took the time to point out that the comparison is disrespectful to people who actually have anorexia or another eating disorder.

The bit about Ellie Mayfair is one of the best things I’ve ever read. I hope you guys all understand why I had to run this fic now.

Anyways I am quite tall and slim and but with really big boobs that I used to HATE because they look noticeable on my slender body and draw to much attention but now i like them and don't care who stares at me!

Ah, the “skinny yet improbably busty” body type. Strangely more common in fiction than in real life.

Tiaa totally does care who stares at her, by the way. As we’ll see shortly.

I have a lip ring and recently put black and indigo and magenta streaks in my long pale blond hair. I smell like mint and cinnamon.

I have no idea why we’re supposed to care about any of this, but I’m particularly unclear about why we should care what she smells like.

I wear mostly black and hot pink, deep purple and neon blue and listen to COOL music!

Tiaa’s specific music taste never comes up, to my recollection, but I’m betting My Chemical Romance is involved.

It is my first day at school in forks as I just moved here to live with new foster parents Dave and Marie. They are nice and all very hole some sweet people but it is not like having a real family.

Yeah, Tiaa is adopted. This is sort of plot-important later on, but we never get to learn much about her life prior to Dave and Marie.

I've been hurt to many times to let people close to me and I don't talk to them very much.

I mean… you just moved in with them.

My real mom died when I was born and I never knew my real dad. I sometimes wonder what he is like and if I will ever get to met him.

Foreshadowing!

Dave gave me a ride to school and I smiled faintly as he wished me good luck and I got out of the car and went into the school. Loads of people freaking stared at me as I walked down the hall.

Presumably because she’s too ethereal.

I was wearing tight black leather pants with silver chains at the waste and a red fishnet-like top and you could see my black lacy bra through it.

That could have something to do with why they’re staring.

I ignored whispers and the big pink cheerleader imbosils pointing at me. I was used to it and I paid no at-tension to the guys asking desperately for my number(like hell I'd even LOOK at the horny little donkeys!) and told a ditsy blond cheerleader called Jessica to STFU(!) when she called me a freak!

God I love this author’s writing style. Truly, no one has ever written like this, before or since. BeckyMac666 is one of the unsung geniuses of our time.

Next time she tries anything I'll hit her in the eye cause NO ONE messes with me nemore!

Most of the rest of the story is about various people messing with Tiaa. For the record.

My first day I was relay board, I sat gazing out of the window into the gray cloud-embittered sky for most of the morning, My teachers all looked at me disprovable but said nothing cause they probably new I was a foster kid and a Gothic and didn't want to upset me in case I cut them up as they slept,.

I’m a pretty big fan of the phrase “cloud-embittered,” although it is of course completely meaningless.

Hey, uh… why the hell hasn’t she gotten dress coded? I went to a private school and I guess our dress code was a bit stricter than most, but most high schools will get upset at teenage girls for not covering their knees and shoulders, let alone having any undergarments visible. Tiaa’s entire bra is showing through her fishnet top. This is a situation in which I think it’d be reasonable to ask her to change.

My ears are pierced four times, I have a tattoo of a scorpion(like S my birth-sign!) on my ankle and a Gothic cross on my shoulder, and on my hand i have a weird birthmark in the shape of a seven-pointed star that I've had all my life.

I don’t know why we’ve gone right back to (over)describing Tiaa, but I do think I should delete my entire OkCupid bio and replace it with this opening chapter.

Your probably wandering why I'm bothering to tell you this, well I tell you now I am no ordinary sixteen year old girl.

Could’ve fooled me!

I have a secret, a dark and forbidden secret witch I am only just beginning to understand. When I sleep I hear whispers in another language and even though I understand them at the time, when I wake up i can't remember it!

That’s nothing. I had a dream once where I explained the meaning of Nirvana lyrics to somebody (obviously not possible in real life), and I couldn’t remember my explanation when I woke up either.

I also see weird faces in my dreams that fade to nothingness when I open my eyes and I swear out the corner of my eye my birthmark glows shocking bright gold and gets relay hot sometimes but when I look properly it is back to normal boarding scar-color!

I’d like to remind you that this is set in the Twilight universe. It’s already got magical creatures, and there are rules established about their abilities, appearances, and behavior. Tiaa is clearly not quite human, but she doesn’t seem to be a vampire, a half-vampire, or a werewolf. She’s completely unique within her universe, for no defined reason, and the rules governing other nonhumans don’t apply to her.

Like, the physical description and the obvious homage to “My Immortal” already made it clear that this girl is a Mary Sue, but this author clearly gets that Sue status isn’t just about looking unreasonably pretty. It’s about defying the rules of canon. Tiaa’s outstanding at that, as you’ll see later on.

I am really gracefull like the running anti-lopes when I run very fast and am stronger and faster than most people.

God, what a sentence.

I used to just think i was relay athletic but now I'm not so sure, I think there might be something else at work, something so much more mysterious and eeire.

Something like… bad writing?

The truth hovers so softly on the brink of my memory sometimes but if only i could remember the weird things that clung to the edge of my mind as I slept!

There are so many bad fanfics where the prose is bare-bones, with few or no adjectives/adverbs and simple sentence structure. BeckyMac666 tends in the opposite direction, and it’s awesome. Everything is phrased as though it’s super dramatic, nonsense metaphors abound, and our author has clearly never met an adjective she didn’t like. Hey @ aspiring trollfic authors: take note. This is how you write an entertaining badfic.

At lunch I sat alone in the corner and scanned the cafeteria quietly with my eyes smoldering dark blue beheath my long black lashes and my slim thighs curled under me.

Also a big fan of how Tiaa always talks about herself as though she’s checking herself out.

It was the n I noticed an unbelievably jaw-droopingly hawt HAWT HAAAAAAAAWT dude with tusseted blondey-brown hair, golden yellow eyes like wells of hot caramel and pale sexy features. He was tall and mussel and looked like he was wearing eyeliner and my body got hot and cold all at once as I looked at him.

Kind of like an erection only she’s a girl so she didn’t get one you sicko.

I'd never felt this way about anyone before and I'd totally never felt this weird feeling that I'd met someone before but I had no idea where and i knew it was impassible because I'd freaking remember someone THAT hawt!

Foreshadowing! Again!

A girl sat next to him with long brown hair with her arms dripped over him like a freaking flesh-eating plant so i thought well whatevah, hes taken.

Straight-up one of the greatest similes I’ve ever seen. Like, I study English literature and I don’t think I’ve ever read a metaphor better than that one. I’m not joking, it’s brilliant.

She wasn't nearly as hawt as he was, she wasn't ugly though. I figured I was maybe prettier then her. I never really saw myself as beautiful but i'd guessed from thinks others had said, plus this girl wasn't great looking but anyways I'd never try to pilch with another girls' BF cause thats just low.

The modesty act might be a little more convincing if we hadn’t just read several paragraphs of Tiaa talking about how hot she is.

So I got up to leave the hall thinking I'd go and smoke some bald drugs in the locker room while no one was there.

Hey, what’s a “bald drug”? I go to a liberal arts college and I’ve watched the entirety of Breaking Bad multiple times, so you think I’d have heard of it.

As I waked over to he exit I couldn't help but notice the hawt pale guys musky eyes as they met mine.

Musk is a substance some male animals secrete for scent-marking purposes. The word comes from the Sanskrit for “scrotum.” Thought you all should know.

I locked away hurriedly. I smocked dope in the locker room for a bit then I wondered to my next class.

This bitch just hotboxed a locker room on her first day of school.

I bumped into someone in the corridor and my bocks fell everywhere! FRICK! FRICK! FRIIIICKK!

Remember that this is the beta-read version of the chapter.

"WTF!" I screamed loudly, "watch where your FREAKING going you asshole!" (i have anger problems)

So you know how self-insert characters, particularly Sues, often have self-proclaimed “anger issues”? I wanna talk about that, actually, because it’s a trope I see not only in fanfiction but in published fiction, and it honestly bugs me.

In real life, anger issues are a totally legitimate character flaw, and one that can have serious negative consequences in-universe. A character with a bad temper may make rash decisions, screw up their relationships with others, have trouble holding down a job, get in trouble with the law, and so on; people who have anger problems are often mentally ill and/or traumatized, too, and the anger may be just the tip of the iceberg. Many morally ambiguous characters, well-written ones, have trouble with anger. There’s nothing wrong with this trope when it’s executed correctly.

In the hands of a less-than-competent writer, however, anger issues are the opposite of a problem, because the character’s show of anger will invariably cause others to back down or apologize and there will be no negative consequences. Writing a character who’s so sweet and charming that they always get their way has exactly the same effect, but as that trope falls out of style “anger issues” has taken its place and the authors who write these characters have no idea that they’re doing the same thing as the trope they thought they were avoiding.

Of course, this is the work of a troll, and the use of this trope is almost certainly intentional, but there are way too many authors who employ it unironically as a way to give a “flaw” to a character that even they realize is bordering on unrealistic.

"I'm so so sorry" he said in a voice like wet heaven "please forgive me my lady”

Author’s so fond of weird phrases that I have no idea whether or not “wet heaven” is intended as innuendo.

It was the hawt pale guy!

Dun dun dunnnn!

Next chapter

#forbidenfruit.mst #fandom:twilight #halfworld.mst

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