#so look at the goddamn cards you're holding and make a move

[princesssarcastia]

I WOULD LOVE TO CHANGE THE WORLD WE LIVE IN BUT YOU CAN'T DO THAT BY DENYING THE REALITY OF THE WORLD WE LIVE IN

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

You Love Me, Now Act Like It

Day #27 - You'll Be in My Heart | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Language, Mention of Weed | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Gareth/Di (OC), Previous Steve/Di (OC) | Tags: Bickering, Fools Being Fools, Love Quadrangle, Not Really, But Gareth Sure Wants to Whine About the Past a Lot

"Yeah, well, you've fucked my wife!" Gareth yells, and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Every damn time? That's your only card to play?" Steve asks, not getting riled, not even a little bit. "You don't get to hold that over my head forever. You wouldn't have even met her if it wasn't for me. You're welcome, by the way."

"That's not true. You don't know that!" Gareth snaps, even if they all know that's definitely true.

"Well, technically, I'm the one that went over and said hello," Eddie adds, just to put a little gasoline on the fire.

"Eddie," Gareth says, a warning that he better take his side.

Eddie's not choosing sides in this dumb fucking fight. It's old news. 

Hopefully they both just simmer down.

They do not.

"And I'll dick her down again, remind her of what good sex actually is, if you don't shut up," Steve says, and Eddie has to turn around to hide his smile. 

Steve's choosing absolute violence today, and Eddie loves him a little bit extra for it.

Gareth explodes, and Steve is running, cackling. 

They fight like this all the time, and this is always where it ends up. 

Ten Years Earlier

"Is that Steve Harrington?" Gareth asks, and Eddie jerks his head over to where Gareth is looking. Son of a goddamn bitch, it is. It definitely is.

Steve's standing next to Robin, and has his arm slung over the shoulders of a girl Eddie doesn't recognize. Girlfriend, probably.

"I'm gonna go say hi," Eddie says, and Gareth rolls his eyes.

"Of course you are. He's got a girl, what do you think you're gonna accomplish?" Gareth asks, but he trails along after him.

"Don't know, don't care," Eddie says, and pushes his way through the crowd. He hasn't seen Steve in years, not since Hawkins, when he missed his chance. His window, when they were looking at each other, like…maybe? 

And he ran, too scared of what that could mean. For him, for them, for the band, if he tried to make a move.

Tonight though, he's older and not at all wiser, as he slides his hand along Steve's shoulders, over his back, and Steve jumps a little, turning to see who's touching him.

"Holy shit!" Steve says, dropping his arm from the girl's shoulders, and flings them around Eddie's neck, squeezing. "Eddie! What're you doing here?"

Eddie hugs back, "Playing tonight," he adds, nodding towards the stage.

"Awesome. That's so fucking cool, what a small world," Steve says, still holding on for dear life.

Eddie is the one that steps back first, he always is, however reluctantly, but he holds Steve's arms, looking at him, "You look great. You too, Buckley. And you as well, stranger," Eddie says, laying on the charm. Like he doesn't want to fuck her boyfriend. 

He definitely does.

Has always wanted to, if he's honest with himself, which he rarely is.

"Di," Robin fills in, when it's clear Steve wasn't jumping to introduce her. 

"Yes, sorry! This is Di. Diana. My girlfriend. I know Eddie from home," Steve explains, reaching over and taking her hand. Eddie sees her smile up at him. He hates her.

"This is Gareth," Eddie offers, resting his arm across Gareth's shoulders, so he isn't tempted to touch Steve again.

After the show, Eddie leans against a wall, head close to Steve's face, so they can hear each other over the music.

Gareth's on the couch, sitting between Robin and Diana, his back turned on Robin as he talks to the pretty girl he doesn't know, instead of the lesbian he does. Robin looks less than thrilled with the direction the night has taken. 

Then, Jeff and Goodie are standing over her, holding out a joint, an offer. And Eddie smiles as Robin nods, getting up and following them.

"If you're gonna be in town, we should, I don't know, catch up. Go on a double date or something," Steve says, and Eddie finds himself nodding before he even realizes what he's agreeing to.

A double date? With who? And that's when he realizes that Steve thinks he's with Gareth, which, no. But if that gets him out with Steve for the night, sure, why not? Eddie wants to spend a little time with Steve, before Steve's gone again, maybe to be seen in ten more years. Five, if Eddie's lucky.

Later, Steve and crew gone, Eddie corners Gareth, "We're going on a double date."

"With who?" Gareth asks.

"Steve and his girlfriend," Eddie says.

Gareth cocks his eyebrow, "Well, I sure hope you mean that I'm going on a date with Steve's girlfriend."

Eddie laughs, he wishes.

"I mean, if you can make that happen, kid, you'll never have to buy another beer in your whole life," Eddie says, slinging his arm over Gareth's shoulders, "It's just one night. Do it for me?"

"Fine, but this is stupid. And I hate you," Gareth says.

"You love me," Eddie answers, "now act like it."

Present Day

Eddie finds Gareth sulking by the bar. 

"Stop letting him get to you, that's why he does it," Eddie says.

"I know," Gareth grumbles.

"Does it really bother you that much? Di loves you, kid."

Gareth smiles, "I know. But, I don't love thinking about it."

"Then stop thinking about it," Eddie advises, "You're the one that always brings it up."

"He put his dick in my wife!"

"Recently?" Eddie prods.

"No," Gareth says, pouty.

"Then think about how many times he's put his dick in me since then," Eddie says.

"Thanks for that mental image," Gareth says, then looks at Eddie, with a shit-eating grin, "I could use a beer to help fix this atrocity your boyfriend has committed against me."

Eddie laughs, but opens his wallet. 

Sure, he's had to buy a lot of beer over the years, and Gareth didn't really steal Di from Steve, that fizzled on its own, but it's still been the best deal Eddie's ever made.

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[cillyscribbles]

munkuposting (metastrap?) for the jellinclined (i am so sorry)

you tell me i'm insane but i know my truth and my truth is that munkustrap wants to help her. he wants to reach out and help her up like he just helped jennyanydots during her song. he leans down and it's not just so he can look at her better. it's not just cause there's no point to his defensive stance here except for her to see, for him to communicate she's unwanted, and he knows it. shit dude the guy can't look her in the eyes for longer than 5 seconds.

like come on. munkustrap's running after old deuteronomy and the rest of the older/less agile cats so much in this goddamn film he might as well be Munkustrap the Mobility Aid Cat. man knows what he wants in life and that's going on as many walks with senior citizens hanging off his arm as physically possible and neither god nor the heaviside layer will stand in his way.

his responsibility's a whole different thing, though. look at the lad puffing up when grizabella shows up. that's a guard he uses against perceived threats like macavity and it's well and warranted then, but what in the name of ye olde cat gods is the old lady gonna do? garbage stink them all to death? it's performative as hell on purpose. both of them know she's not gonna jump him and he doesn't need to protect himself or his fellow cats from her physically.

in the macavity scares, odd as it might look on a person, The MunkuStance™ is a genuine threat. he's up above everyone else or he's one of the few cats on the stage, he's spreading himself out to look bigger, he HISSES lmao.

look at the lad. hissssss lmao i love him.

not only is he saying i won't hesitate bitch he's also establishing himself as The Guy You Fight. if you're an outsider looking in, you're probably not gonna notice Mr Mistoffelees Scampering Through The Pipes Again, but you sure as hell are gonna see the Snarling Tabby Fresh From Hell hopping around in the middle of the stage with his legs 16 kilometers apart at all times. and okay, doing that for the entire musical sure is a Choice, but it's a Character Choice, and mr michael gruber the man you are. the star that you are. i want to send him flowers and chocolate and a card. i would greatly like to do that.

with grizabella though? jesus christ she's about as threatening as a patchy sock. it's not even his first instinct to go Tall Big Puffy when he's trailing after her because there's genuinely nothing to defend against there.

he just sort of slowly stands into it as though he's forgotten he was supposed to be Protecting for a second. the stance, the threat, all that's only there to set a dynamic. it's there to say you're not one of us, we don't like you, please go away, but he's half-assing it so much it loses all its i won't hesitate bitch and turns into i have never hesitated so hard in my entire life. he still establishes himself as The Guy You Fight, but it's obvious grizabella isn't about to fight anyone, so now he's just The Guy She's Staring In Incredulous Longing At, and he can't even hold her gaze for long enough to pretend it's not getting to him because at his core he's not a bad person and he knows that all this is kind of a Dick Move.

this is what makes munkustrap so dummy god tier as a character to me. he may wish he could help grizabella. hell he may even want her back, if not as openly as old deuteronomy does. when all the cats scuttle away and turn their backs to grizabella before memory reprise, munkustrap never even fucking bothers ?? like he's straight up just watching her, and then later watching old deuteronomy watch her like with the most somber wee eyebrows up so can we finally do something about this expression i've ever seen on a performer lmao.

but that means nothing without the approval of the entire tribe! absolutely nothing! because munkustrap, in that regard, is exactly like old deuteronomy: what he wants comes second to what the jellicles want. it's harder to see in him because old deuteronomy is mostly up on the tire being cat jesus and munkustrap mingles with the rest of the ensemble way more, but it's really obvious when you look. they defer to his leadership, but he defers to their collective decisions.

he moves mistoffelees away from grizabella (just like the rest of the older cats) because mistoffelees doesn't know any better and grizabella is untouchable, but then he stalls and waits when demeter reaches out to her. like, i'm pretty sure he would've just let her touch grizabella right then and there. had demeter been a little less aware of the fact that this was the first 30 minutes of the musical, i'm pretty sure she would've just taken grizabella back in right then and there and memory wouldn't have even been necessary. munkustrap sure wasn't about to do shit about it.

he's actively leaning back to give her space!! (i know logistically that it's mr michael giving an opening for ms aeva to execute her Conflicted Scuttle Away but munkustrap is still leaning back however you put it so i'm right automatically. haw yee)

i'm fascinated by it specifically because this way it's almost as though munkustrap is an extension of the jellicle collective, if that makes sense. obviously he's the narrator so we can't give him a complex emotional storyline if we want to keep the aryas in single digits, but in turn this means that now he's a character who chooses to forgo his own feelings in favour of those of his community, and that's just, man, that's just. man. ca(s)t of all time for real. a guardian and a weapon and a storyteller and a teacher and not one of those for his own sake. Man.

tl;dr, old deuteronomy can be hella proud of his kid, and i can eventually stop crying. also here are the gifs of him finally getting to comfort grizabella a little. experience emotions with me.

unfortunately i have similar (if slightly less rambling) thoughts on tugger and why he's constantly being such a massive cunt to grizabella lmao. if you guys are unfortunate enough i may subject myself to the giffing and writing of that post too. toodlepip ✌️

[talesofesther]

scorch marks | ch 2

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: Wednesday has been careful to keep what you two have behind closed doors and far away from labels; but when someone starts to take it — take you — away from her, she realizes how much she cares.

A/N: Not much to say here, just that I hope you like this part and let me know your thoughts. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 1 here

It was an awful day outside.

The sky was all baby blue and the sun was shining warmly over the lake's water. Wednesday could see everyone running around all the way from the round window of her dorm.

She liked to keep as far away from the commotion as possible on days like these. But Enid had other plans when she dragged her roommate outside, going on about how sad it was to be cooped up inside on a day like this.

Though Wednesday was quickly ditched when Ajax came into the picture, and that's when she spotted you.

It was genuinely, annoyingly, one of the most beautiful sights Wednesday had ever witnessed. You were leaning back on your elbows under a huge tree, lips moving softly into words she couldn't know; your skin was mostly hidden from sunlight, but a few rays still managed to catch your hair, painting the strands into a golden glow as the glistening of the lake's water in front of you framed your profile. It almost got Wednesday enjoying the bright and warm weather for a second, but the rest of the world came back into focus when her gaze settled on the girl beside you.

Why did it look so intimate? Why was Yoko touching you with such grace? Why did you let her?

Wednesday had always been observant, noticing details to a minimum to find weaknesses and points of advantage, so of course, she noted how your sunglasses matched the ones the vampire was wearing. Wednesday caught her mind wandering as to how it happened; were you in her dorm room when you took them? Did Yoko put them on you, her hands touching the apples of your cheeks as she did so?

She kept her distance to keep her heart safe, so why does it hurt so much to be this far away now? Why is it so awful to see you with someone else, so happy and lively? Why does Wednesday feel like you're being stolen from her, when you're not even hers, to begin with?

There were so many goddamn questions flooding Wednesday's mind and making her feel less and less in control. It got her clenching her fists, breath coming out shallow as she nagged on her bottom lip until the metallic taste of blood brushed her tongue.

Goody warned that she was destined to be alone, so maybe she shouldn't be surprised if one day someone else gets to keep you. Doesn't mean she needs to like it, or go down without a fight.

With each step Wednesday took towards you, the more she hated herself, because it felt childish and naive, maybe even futile. But deep inside her little black heart, she also knew she would never stop torturing herself about it if she just turned away.

So she played her cards, and now that you were walking side by side with her — your shoulder bumping into hers because the concept of personal space changed when it was just you and her — Wednesday's lips parted with a long sigh she'd been holding since laying eyes on you on that picnic blanket.

Dead leaves and branches snapped under her boots, the bee keeper's shed slowly coming into view amidst the dense trees. She glanced at you, blinking slowly as her features softened for you, for you, for you always.

"What did you need me for?" You eventually asked, all innocent curiosity and flushed cheeks from the sun.

"Eugene wanted you to check on the new hive." Wednesday lied easily.

"Are the bees okay? Did something happen?" The look in your eyes mimicked the urgency of your tone.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, though the action held more adoration than anything else. "That's the whole point of checking in on them, is it not?"

The old wooden door of the shed creaked as she opened it for you and let it close again once you were both inside; it was a little darker, stripes of sunlight coming in through the cracks and holes in the walls, illuminating the organized mess of the shed.

"Touche," you mumbled, making a beeline for the new bees that were still settling in. You and Eugene liked to keep them inside for a while before relocating them to their definitive hive outside, especially when a new Queen is added.

You could feel the weight of Wednesday's gaze on your back the whole time as you checked the little ones with a faint smile, and when nothing out of the ordinary was noticed, you started to wonder — to hope — that maybe this didn't have anything to do with the bees at all.

There was shuffling behind you, steps coming closer to you yet slow and hesitant in their movement. You would have known it was Wednesday even if she wasn't the one who brought you here. From this close, the feeling of her was unmistakable; it was almost like your soul already knew the shape of hers.

You felt a touch, a barely there graze of fingertips on your elbow. You knew that it was Wednesday's silent plea for you to focus on her. Solemnly.

Oh.

You turned around, twisting on your heels and almost forgetting how to breathe, she indeed came closer, you noted.

You didn't want to look desperate — Wednesday was closer, her perfume numbing all your other senses; there was a lock of her hair slightly caught on her lips, the freckles over her nose and cheeks much more apparent — though it took everything on you to not cup her cheeks and pull her closer still.

A beat passed with you wondering whether she'd ever feel the same — with you not knowing she was already in just as deep, if not deeper, than you — watching how the slivers of light reflected off of her dark irises, how her eyebrows relaxed and her lips quirked in the faintest of smiles. With time you came to know her mannerisms, the little telltale of emotions on her that you adored, that you could spend hours admiring. This was new.

"You're so pretty," the words came out in a breath before you could hold onto them.

They got Wednesday blinking multiple times, as if a dandelion had been blown in front of her, its petals grazing her cheeks, leaving testimonies of affection and delicacy.

You wondered if she liked the feeling, or if it got her nauseous and annoyed.

Wednesday breathed in deeply, her tongue running over her bottom lip in motion that you followed. She wasn't looking at you as she said; "I remember the last time we were alone here," she spoke carefully, at the same time that her thumb curled around the belt loop of your shorts.

From her avoidance to look into your eyes to the way she insisted on touching you, it was somehow foreign territory. From all the other times you've sneaked away with Wednesday, this is easily the most intimate.

"I like that memory." Wednesday finished, tone dripping with something sweet, akin to honey but better.

Before you could even think, your fingertips were already tracing the outline of her jaw, like a satellite following the pull of gravity. You'd never heard her say anything that resembled attachment, let alone this. Part of you wanted to ask what triggered it, or where was the punchline.

Wednesday kissed you first; lips tender against yours as her nose nudged your cheek. Her urge got you stumbling backward until your back hit the shelf behind you.

You forgot any and all types of rational thinking.

————

"No," you grumbled, closing the bottle of nail polish, "no, stop fucking complaining, you're the one who asked me to do this."

You were laying on your belly on top of Wednesday's bed, her plush, comfy black comforter wrinkling slightly with the way Thing was gesturing erratically in front of you.

"And, I made it pretty clear I wasn't the best at it," you raised an eyebrow at him. Just because it was a little smudged on the sides doesn't mean he has to make a big deal out of it. The dark purple does look nice with his skin.

"Wednesday, tell him how it looks nice."

The raven-haired girl carefully picked up a filled page off of her typewriter and laid it down on the pile by her side. She spared a half-second glance towards you and Thing before inserting a new page to resume the noisy typing of her novel. "It looks dreadful."

You groaned exasperatedly, burying your head under the covers.

"I love it." Wednesday finished.

"Well there you have it," you hummed, clumsily getting up from her bed, "at least someone likes it."

Thing relented, signaling to you that it wasn't that bad.

It got you chuckling, for only a hand, he was quite something. With your palm over your chest, you mouthed a thank you to him before turning to Wednesday.

She was focused on her writing; her eyebrows just a tad furrowed, eyes sharp over the ink that was set on paper, her lips pulled thin as her fingertips skillfully pressed over the letters. Selfishly, you wanted to pull out your phone and take a picture, stash away this memory just for you. She probably wouldn't like that though, and as your mother used to tell you; memories exist outside of time. You could be back here and now anytime you wanted.

Some might think that Wednesday's side of the room is morbid and dead compared to the burst of colors that is Enid's side. You saw it differently; her hoodie was thrown over the bed, from earlier when she came in; there is a potted cactus sitting on the bedside table, beside the big round window, you gave it to her a few weeks ago and it still a vivid green; her cello rests beside her wardrobe, its case half open from when she practiced last night; the bin from under her desk is almost overflowing with balls of paper, signs of a dead end on her novel that she, apparently, has just found a way around.

If you look closely enough, Wednesday's side of the room is just as full of life as Enid's is. Each corner has a little bit of her, of her personality for you to discover. And just recently you've been allowed to. Honestly, it's still a little overwhelming.

You've been in her room before, countless times because of Enid, but never because Wednesday had invited you. It caught you by surprise when she — in her own nonchalant and cryptic way — asked you to come back with her a few days ago. A part of you always thought she would never want to entangle your personal lives more than they already were, so it did catch you a bit off guard when she yanked you from Yoko's side in the hallway and just… didn't let go.

Every day since, you've been spending more time by her side. None of you had quite addressed why yet.

You slowly walked to Wednesday's side, with every three clicks of the typewriter you took one step. Your gaze shifted from her to the recently written pile of pages on the desk.

Wednesday's fingers hovered over the buttons when she noticed you looking. She strived to keep her face impassive even when her breathing felt stuck to her throat.

Shit. She thought to herself, did you have to come snooping right when that page is on the top?

"Is there a new character in your novel?" You asked, lightly tracing your fingertips over the black ink, mainly over the lines in which Viper was described holding the hands of an unnamed girl.

Wednesday got up in a quick motion, her chair harshly scrapping the dark wood floor as she stepped in front of you, blocking your view of her story. "No, I… She's not important." She explained, looking at you through her eyebrows in an almost daring way.

You were about to open your mouth to inquire more, but three knocks on the door stopped you.

Both you and Wednesday looked towards it. She took a step away from you, her back bumping the desk and causing a few pencils to roll over, as if just realizing how close you two were — as if you'd never been much closer than that.

Wednesday cleared her throat, taking swift steps to the door and pulling it open only to reveal Yoko on the other side, round sunglasses resting above her nose and a cheeky grin on her dark-painted lips.

"What do you want?" Wednesday all but growled, her knuckles going white around the door handle.

"I'm here for that one," Yoko gestured towards you, before tilting her head so her eyes could properly find yours, "due date is next week Y/N, last I checked we're still a pair, come on lovergirl."

The nickname held no bad intentions other than to tease you for suddenly being glued to Wednesday's side. But if looks could kill, Wednesday would have Yoko six feet under already.

Begrudgingly, you picked up your backpack, giving Thing a fist bump before walking to the door.

You stopped by Wednesday, naturally reaching out to touch the back of her hand with yours. Her skin was all silk-like smooth as you hooked your pointer finger with hers.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked only for her to hear.

Pathetically, Wednesday dreaded the thought of you leaving with someone else. She only nodded, giving your finger a barely-there squeeze before you walked away.

And when Yoko put an arm around your shoulders, she almost knocked the whole building out of place with the way she slammed her door.

————

The smell of coffee and freshly baked goods was ever-present in Weathervane, the place held this warmth to it, all cinnamon and brown sugar. Maybe that's why it was your favorite place in town.

You and Yoko sat by one of the booths beside the big glass windows, watching the people walk by on the sidewalk as a light drizzle painted the streets a darker color.

Your spoon clicked against your mug every time you mixed up your cappuccino. There was a small frown on your eyebrows, your back hitting the plush fabric of your seat; "yeah but like, why?"

Yoko let go of the straw in her drink with a pop, she shrugged, "not sure."

"So someone just told you oh by the way if you eat anything with garlic you might just end up in the hospital, and you just went with it no questions asked?" You tilted your head to the side as a puppy would, a faint smile coming to your lips.

"I mean," the vampire leaned back, strands of her straight hair going over her sunglasses, "back then I didn't give much of a shit, and since then it has happened to me enough times that I know it's true so, no I never asked about the whys."

A waiter passed by you holding a recently baked pie, the warm smell of apples invading your nostrils. You briefly considered ordering a slice. "I'd be curious about the whys." You mumbled, your lips grazing the edge of your mug before you took a sip.

Yoko smirked, her fangs prodding at her lower lip, "look it up then."

"We have, there's nothing."

"That's because it's something we know since the dark ages."

You hummed, "talk about blind trust."

Placing your mug on the table, you lazily turned your head to the side to look out into the street, only to be met with the piercing eyes of Wednesday staring right into your soul from the other side of the glass window.

Your hand bumped into your mug with the way you jumped in your seat, spilling a bit of your drink, "shit," you cursed under your breath, hearing the pounding of your heart in your ears.

"Don't scare me like that," you exclaimed to Wednesday, motioning wildly to the cappuccino stain on the table.

All the raven-haired girl did was raise an unimpressed eyebrow at you, probably not understanding a word of what you were saying.

"You two, I swear to god…" Yoko giggled, watching you amusedly.

"Don't." You pointed a finger at her.

From the sidewalk, Wednesday visibly huffed before turning around to carefully make her way inside.

"Yeah, I'm gonna take that as my cue to go to the bathroom, because she," Yoko told you, finishing her drink before gesturing behind her to where the bell above the door dinged as Wednesday came in, "looks like a damn storm cloud."

"Yeah very funny," you whispered back, to which you only received a salute from Yoko as a response as she walked away.

Wednesday made her way around the tables and to you, her arms straight by her side and face impassive. Her eyes never left you, she choose to sit beside you on the booth instead of in front of you, her shoulder brushing yours as her hands rested neatly on her lap.

"Hey you," you smiled something shy, feeling the familiar way your cheeks warmed up and your stomach filled with butterflies for having her this close. "I'm happy you're-"

"I couldn't find you at school," Wednesday stated before you could finish, her gaze sneaking from your eyes to your lips.

Your hands became slick with perspiration, words tangled at the tip of your tongue. She was looking for you, came all this way for you. Maybe it shouldn't have made you as happy as it did.

"You were looking for me?" You dared ask, tone filled with tender hope and something else, all warm and sweet, a feeling you've been trying to keep at bay since she first kissed you.

Wednesday gulped, her jaw tensing as she averted her gaze with a slow blink. One of your hands was resting on top of the table, fidgeting with the edge of a napkin; was it too bad that she felt like holding it?

"I uh- I'm sorry I didn't say anything," you said when she didn't answer, "Yoko wanted to go out for a bite and asked me to tag along."

There was an instant coldness to you when Wednesday shifted on her seat, separating her shoulder from yours, "she asked you out?"

"I mean, yeah but-"

"And you said yes?"

Your lips hung open for a beat where you simply looked at Wednesday; her dark eyes shining under the orange lights, droplets of rain still clinging to her black hair, and for the first time, no walls up around her heart. But maybe it was your fault that it was not for the right reasons.

Wednesday breathed through her nose, it sounded much like a sniff and she hated it; "don't let me spoil your date." She got up so fast that she was halfway to the door when you scrambled to go after her.

"Wait, Wednesday wait," you called, jogging to catch up to her and almost knocking over a guy who was carrying two big mugs of hot chocolate.

You took hold of her hand without thinking, walking around her to block her path a second before she reached the door handle.

She didn't return the hold you had on her hand and it stung, but you carried on almost desperately; "not a date. This is not a date, you don't have to be jealous or-"

"I don't care." Wednesday yanked her hand away, her words so cold that she almost convinced herself that they were true. "The fact that you could even think I would feel anything remotely close to that for you is ridiculous at best."

It was already a scene, you and Wednesday could feel the not-so-discreet eyes of almost all the customers on you, forks with pieces of pie and mugs with coffee stopped midair as they watched the show.

You involuntary curled in on yourself because of the unwanted attention. Wednesday didn't seem to mind.

"Please can we talk about this somewhere else?" You asked quietly, your sneaker tapping the floor rhythmically.

"There's nothing to talk about." Wednesday simply said, but the words were pushed out forcefully, bitter on her tongue and razor-sharp around her already bleeding heart. They hurt, but at least this was a pain that Wednesday could control.

You took a step closer to her, hands itching to touch her in any way but she took a step away from you.

"We have nothing worth talking about."

With that Wednesday walked around you and into the now pouring rain, leaving behind everything that could've been.

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For my sugar baby!ransom peeps:

Big Bills Get My Attention

Warnings: ass/anal play (eating), teasing, dirty talk, power exchange dynamic, sugar relationship, slight degradation, ransom in a thong, semi risky/public setting, keeping the boss busy while on a conference call, no editing

A/N: credit to @howdoyousleep3 (edit bestie I can't recall why I've credited you but honestly, it's deserved.)

The message from an hour ago burns in his thoughts as he showers.

My office, 7:30. Wear the blue if you wanna earn that ski trip.

The blue one. Shit. What are you going to do to him? His cock chubs up even as he thoroughly cleans up after his intense work out of the club. Ransom ignores it. Focus is key if he is going to make it to your office in time.

If you were planning to work so late that he had to go to your office for this, it meant you were stressed. It meant being on his best fucking behaviour because you always knew, by some fucking bullshit, if he took the edge off before seeing you. He wanted the night to end with him cumming across your desk, or god with his cum ruining your trousers.

You've ruined his slacks enough time, maybe tonight he'll finally get to return the favour.

He finishes up quickly, goes through his standard skincare routine even though he will have to do it again after your session, and gets dressed. The blue thong is snug against his crotch and he swears to himself the entire drive into the city that he only fucking wears them because it makes you more generous. It has nothing to do with how the string splits his ass cheeks right in two, the tantalising feeling that has him shifting in the seat of his beemer.

He parks in the garage under the building and pulls his security card from the glove box. The security guard nods at him as he swipes through, and he swipes it again in the lift to get to your floor. The lights are dimmed and your assistant has already gone home as well. You prepared for this session as well then.

The door to your office is open. Ransom takes a steadying breath. Ski trip, long weekend with the boys, fucking some snow bunnies. He focuses on the important things as he steps into your room.

But the air is knocked out of his lungs anyway.

You sit behind your desk, jacket off and the buttons of shirt undone to the centre of your chest. It shouldn't be so fucking hot to see you like this. You look like a regular person, but the power you possess goes right to his cock anyway.

"Strip." You don't even look at him when you bark the command. "You're 10 minutes late, Hugh."

Fucking traffic. He busted his balls to get over here. Ransom removes all his clothes except the thong while you clear a space on your desk. When you finally look at him you give him an appraising look, one that doesn't give away if you're pleased with how he looks. His chest tightens when you raise an eyebrow at him.

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Good boy," you hum. "Now get that pretty body over here. Want to look at your ass while I have listen to this fucking board meeting."

Thank fuck. Ransom walks over to your desk and grab hold of his hips. Your fingers dig into the meat of him, forcing him to bite his tongue to stay quiet. The inspection of him continues, your eyes assessing quickly, your hand moving to cup his bulge through the lacy material of his panties. The longer this goes on, the more his cock chubs up. You kiss it before turning in around and bending him over your desk.

With his ass directly in your face, he is goddamn happy he started taking waxing seriously. The feel of your hand running over his smooth skin sends pleasure up his spine and straight back to his cock. Your desk is cold on his skin as he settles in.

"Don't make a sound," you say before the familiar chatter of the video call comes on.

Ransom settles in, crossing his arms under his head. He's not concerned about being seen, your camera is off the moment you say your greetings. Voices drone on, discussing shit that maybe he should care about if he took his fake contractor role seriously, but he doesn't.

They don't pay his bills. They don't give him black cards to private clubs or make sure he gets tables at restaurants, you do. So he focuses on the tease of your hand. The way your fingers scrape across his low back, your thumb rubbing circles into his ass cheek. He sighs, if this is all it takes to get a ski trip paid, for he could die a happy man.

It's only when your mouth touches his skin that makes any complaint.

"Jesus," he hisses.

The hard pinch on his ass is the only warning he gets before you are speaking again to the directors. You say something about moving some shit to next quarter, then your mouth is back on him.

You place open mouth kisses on his ass while your fingers tug at the string of his thong. He clenches his fists at the tension, fighting the urge to squirm. It's not uncomfortable, but the tug against his half hard cock makes him want more.

And you have always been so good about giving what he needs, more than what he wants.

Your tongue slides from his half exposed sac to his hole and Ransom nearly comes off the desk. Both of your hands move to his ass cheeks and press him wide open.

"Stay quiet and be a good little slut for me, Hugh. Let daddy treat this hole right."

Oh fuck he hopes you muted your mic. He hopes you don't stop either. Your tongue laps at his hole over and over again, your spit dribbling down to his balls. His cock is fully hard and furious it isn't getting attention. Ransom rolls his hips experimentally, just to see what you'll do.

"No," you pull away and he thinks he's fucked it. "Send Johnson to me if he keeps saying stupid shit."

When your mouth returns to his asshole, you push his hips down into the desk, adding pressure to his cock. He doesn't fight the instinct. Ransom humps your desk like the slut you want him to be while you make a mess of his hole. His breath comes out faster and faster, higher too as he tries to keep his noises to a minimum.

God does he want to fucking cum though. He needs it. His balls draw up and his spine tingles. Your tongue pushes into the ring of his ass and stars fucking burst behind his eye lids. His hips stutter as he loses himself to his climax, to the mess he is leaving on your desk.

The euphoria washing over him keeps going, you keep going, until his hole is too sensitive. His cum cools against his skin, the lace sticking to his cock, but you don't stop.

"Daddy," he whines as softly as he can.

You fucking slurp at his ass in response. It's only when he is panting and his cock is valiantly trying to get hard again that you pull away. Your fingers clench around his ass cheeks and he whimpers.

"I know, pretty boy, you stay quiet. Let me have this peach until the meeting's done. Then Daddy'll give you a proper good bye before your trip."

[wannaeatramyeon]

hear me out, goo with a s/o that loves to bake. his house is always full of sweets he isnt going to eat (until they start adjusting recipes so it suits his diet) and every time he tries to given them his card to buy something nice like expensive clothes or a new phones, they end up sprinting right to the nearest grocery store for oat flour because they had none left to make macarons....its just so silly i cant not

Anon this IS cute! Here's a silly little scene on trying to feed Goo. Sorry for the delay and sorry that this fic barely even touches what you requested. It's a.. special skill of mine, sorry!!

Goo Kim x Reader: Brownies for your boyfriend

No braincells left, brain fully rotten

"Babe you don't look like this," Goo points at his body, "by eating all of that."

And even though you say it's fine, you can just hand out the tray of brownies you baked to friends and family, Goo feels an inkling of guilt.

He hates it. He hates this goddamn pesky conscience.

"One can't hurt..." he reasons, plucking a brownie from the baking tray.

"Wait, no-!"

"SHIT!" he passes it from hand to hand; the fresh from oven, almost molten brownie moving in a blur.

It doesn't help, close to burning his skin.

Not cooling down anywhere near quick enough; the brownie falls, with a SPLAT, on to the floor.

"Guess it's just not meant to be," your boyfriend scoops it into a bin as you roll your eyes fondly.

.

.

"What about these?" you say, holding out a slice to him.

Goo eyes it with suspicion. "More brownies?"

"They're made with black beans, so it's healthier and more filling-" Goo wrinkles his nose at that. Black bean brownies? Blehhh. "and I added extra protein powder for your training too."

Ew.

It sounds revolting. Who likes protein powder for the taste. You're trying to poison him. Leave behind a beautiful corpse and run away with his riches.

"You're trying to poison me!"

"Just. Try a bite."

"Nope."

"C'mon," and you hold it up, smushing it into his mouth, trying to force a nibble.

Goo shakes his head vigorously, lips sealed together. Not even a stray crumb can enter.

"One bite and I'll stop."

He holds up one finger. You nod.

"Fine."

He takes a sniff first, if there's even a whiff of black bean then he's gone.

It smells... fine. Delicious, actually.

Tentatively, he cranes his neck forward, pauses with it against his mouth and takes a nibble. It's a few crumbs at best.

"An actual bite!" and you shove half of it in.

Goo is furious, cheeks stuffed and about to spit it out... Then he chews.

And chews and chews.

Huh.

There's no black bean taste. There's no weird protein powder. It's just sweet and indulgent and chocolatey. The perfect kind of moist on the inside and a slight crisp on the edges.

"Good?" you ask, once he swallows.

Goo nods eagerly and reaches for seconds.

[promptcontainmentzone]

FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS SENTENCE STARTERS. warnings for: guns, violence, death, murder.

What in the goddamn…?

Let's keep this in the groove, hey? Smooth moves, like smooth little babies...

Baby, the odds may look long, but that's just because we ain't done rigging them. I won't toss the dice until we are.

Look, I ain't a harbor for illusions. I ain't expecting to get out of this shin-dig alive.

Can you spell detention? I'll tell you how I spell it: DEATHtention.

You are in the LIBRARY. Be quiet here and filled with SHHHHH.

I am lord of this institution. Where once, long ago, I was a student here. Now, I am its OMNIPOTENT GOD-PRINCIPAL.

______, you're about to have your FAVORITE treat - a VISITOR. Won't that be nice? DON'T eat the visitor, boy. Don't. Please.

What YOU ask is of NULL importance! _____ besieges us, there are more important things to worry about than DATA and FACTS!

ENOUGH! Stop filling my precious brain cell units with irrelevant data!

And… I wonder why it didn't hit me before, until I saw that memory in your hands.

How gracious of you. A mannerly killing.

Can't have brains moving around of their own volition.

In short: Brains, a heart, and courage... spine. I think there was a story once where a band of murderous thugs sought these things.

The ghosts aren't real? That changes everything.

Baby, this little reunion of ours? Chalk me up as a no-show.

I'm familiar with the care and handling of explosives.

How hard can it be? Just light them and throw.

I'd love to debate you on this, but there's no time.

No way. I'm not going to torch myself for your amusement.

It would be pretty funny, wouldn't it? Oh, don't look at me that way. I'm sure you'll be fine.

_____ is dead - what a mess you've made!

There will be no repeat of the trouble we had last time, I trust?

Even now? On the brink of battle?

You'll need a disguise, then. Or overwhelming firepower. Whatever works.

You must be, like… a brain in a jar!

Frontal assaults on casinos? Not good for business.

You have an interest in this even if you're too stupid to know it. If you have an interest in breathing, you have an interest in this.

They have no idea what other cards I'm holding. It's a strong hand, believe me - I dealt it to myself.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It'd be like them to keep paperwork.

I don't have friends here.

We'll kill more with two of us.

You only trust strangers?

Besides. I was on break when it happened.

I want you to find something out for me. I don't know if there's anything to find, but I need someone to try.

Gonna be hard covering you when I can't move my legs.

Goddamn it! Don't sneak up on me like that. What do you want?

Let me aim that for you next time.

You're hiding something. Spit it out. You owe me.

You got no right asking me that. Drop it.

It's just something I'm not ready to discuss. With you or anybody.

That part of my life is over now. So is this discussion.

Must've been one hell of a miscommunication.

Yeah, well. That's how they wrote it up in the report.

Life has a way of punishing you for the mistakes you make. Big enough mistake, punishment can take a while.

You're like a switchblade stuck on flick.

Shhhh… we're hunting shitheads.

All this planning won't matter much when the bullets fly, anyway.

No sense trying to hold the past between your fingers when it's nothing but dirt.

That fucking monument outside?

Started? Took to it like a fish to water... well, if you know what a fish is.

What the hell is a fish?

They're like birds, except they stay underwater.

Anyway, I've seen pictures. One guy even had one above his bar in Redding, except it was made of Pre-War plastic.

Greetings, _____. The disappointment you are about to experience delights me.

Can I order room service?

Am I punching too much? I get carried away.

You mean like this melee weapon right here in my hand at this very second?

Are you talking to me, or a future _____ who is not already doing that?

He always does what he feels is right. Usually that's a great quality.

Sure, I left them. But that didn't mean I'd ever be free of them.

We always make enemies, never allies.

Hold on. I see something I want to punch.

But at least I got the chance to try. At least I know for sure that there was nothing I could do.

Wow, _____ is looking for you, huh? What do you think he wants? Bowling partner?

But… you don't have a "this is good news" expression on your face.

Well, welcome, then. I'm _____. I live in a hole in the ground.

Well that shouldn't be a problem for me. I can't afford anything like that.

I've heard they shoot lasers from their eyes.

I just kind of drift from place to place.

I'll be honest. You're the first person I've run across out here that looks like she can really handle herself.

Aw, you really know how to make a girl feel like a stray cat.

He was dead when I got there.

This better not be about the meaning of life.

Damn, son, you look like ten miles of bad road.

Are you following me?

I saved your life so I kinda feel responsible for you is all.

I'll let that slide seeing how you gotta mind full of vengeance for that no-good polecat and all.

Yup, but this is getting a might embarrassing - people are going to start to talk.

That's a puzzle, all right. I'm sure it's nothing.

What in tarnation was you thinkin'?

I'll thank you not to touch my plunder.

Meaner than a rattlesnake, ain't ya?

To the Bone Orchard you go!

Seems they made like a ghost.

Won't help you none to lay low.

The Boss is pretty clear on this. I can't let you in unless you're by your lonesome.

You did a super job wrapping things up! And I'm not just saying that because I have to!

Here's a print-out with some additional information!

What? Did you expect me to applaud your efforts to support a deranged warlord?

That wig is going to haunt my nightmares. Seriously.

That one… had a little kick to it. The poisonous kind of kick.

Ahh, that feels better. I might not die for a while yet.

Am I dead? Is this Heaven? Oh. Hi _____. Guess not.

Will the medical wonders of the post-apocalyptic world never cease?

Back to the tomb, I suppose. If you need me, et cetera.

Strange how dead bodies appear wherever you go.

As the old saying goes, two's company, but three's a small army. Okay, I'm paraphrasing a bit, but you get the idea.

Wait, wait, wait a second. What's going on? Am I playing Vergil to your Dante?

I've woken up worse places. Not many, though.

That's sounding dangerously close to a plan, _____.

Alrighty then, I'll just head out. Alone. By myself. Into the dangerous wastes.

If I buy it out there, I want twelve mariachi bands playing at my funeral. A medal might be nice, too.

I'm not exactly a mercenary, but taking out scumbags of this magnitude wouldn't cause me to lose any sleep.

Why don't you make like Odysseus and get lost?

For as lack of adornment is said to become some women, so will this place, without your presence, bring delight.

I've run out of witty ways to tell you to leave, so why don't you just go?

[eruisapenguin]

Pataphysics Department AU

(SCP Foundation x Researcher!MC)

Sucks to be MC, huh.

CW: Reference for suicide

—————————

It was fuzzy, the memories, you couldn't remember clearly what had happened; painfully mundane it seemed, before. Then all light dimmed, edges stained with darkness. You thought you were fainting, that's fine, you were probably overexerting yourself like usual.

Then you find yourself restricted from receiving air, all oxygen taken away, panic immediately floods you. Were you being kidnapped after all?!

You tried to trash around—yet no muscle moved even an inch, paralyzed and suffocated…you wished to scream; for the whole world to listen. But you can't, you are stuck in a nightmare.

Help, please, somebody….anybody...you can't die now…you have so much to live for! Is this really the end? You don't want to die…

There's something…finally at last! Something other than an everlasting void…

It was spiral

Stretching and pulling before you.

You cannot breathe.

Your body jolted awake, trembling hand wrapped around an object—you can feel a cool metal pressed against your temple—to your shock it was a gun, what the fuck!? You threw it away, the gun clattered to silence below on the ceramic floor. What were you doing just now! Why do you have a gun, you don't remember owning one—and where the hell are you?!

It was an office, colored in white enough to drive a man insane. There are many scattered papers in front of you, on the desk. Is it your desk? Among other walls of printed text one caught your eye, a very familiar view since ever your brain rot over scp: containment breach.

The spiral gestalt.

Now hold on a fucking second—

—

So, from what you can gather. Your other universe's y/n is a researcher of the goddamned SCP Foundation, somehow they got a hold on D-9341—Dr. Walker’s spiral gestalt thingy and tried it on themself. Which had worked; almost entirely or not as what other y/n’s prediction.

Heck you don't even know what they intended to do with it, communicating? Save and load power?

Whatever it is, it's a mystery to you. But first, you need to get rid evidences of the experiment ever happening. You're not sure if you're even authorized to do this—hell D-9341 got demoted for it, you absolutely do not want to be a D-class or terminated.

…

Holy shit, could other y/n br a villain in making?

—

The paper was filled with ink, it was your own handwriting. Black, white, black, white, gray. Rather than the standard scp font you forgot the name of. It appeared to be quite obsessively written, the madness present even through the text. Yep, definitely a villain.

You sighed, putting it inside a paper shredder, then drenched the ruins with water inside a trash can. Now nobody will ever look twice at it. Your nose twitched at the smell of smudges of ink against your fingers.

Your other’s ID card hangs from your neck. Giving it a good look for once; the photo stares back with dead eyes, taunting. Name, age, birth year; all the same as yours.

Pataphysics department. Level three clearance, senior researcher.

How fun.

[bengiyo]

Step By Step Ep 8 Stray Thoughts

Last week on HR Violations, Pat and Put started dating again, but immediately ran into trouble when Pat didn’t have as cute a time making ramen for Put as he did for Jeng. They wrapped up this advertisement shoot, and had Jeng crush one of the managers for being a terror on set. Put ended up feeling like he was on the outs with Pat multiple times, and is definitely aware that something is going on with Jeng and Pat. Chot was our hero as always, and kept anyone from doing anything untoward while Pat was especially drunk, but it didn’t stop Pat from flirting hard with Jeng. Jeng is barely holding on to any sense of decorum with Pat. Meanwhile, Jaab is quite upset with Jen, and has been putting distance between them.

Did Put just say “I love you” like he was activating a trap card? BRO

I think this is very adult of Pat. He knows that he can’t reunite with Put the way either of them wants, and is putting an end to it. Even here, Put is showing why it won’t work. It doesn’t matter if Pat is into someone else now. Put has no rights over that.

Even if he’s playing a difficult character here, by love for Up Poompat is unchanging.

Chot remains my favorite.

LET’S DISCUSS THIS BROWN SUIT ON JENG. This man wears suits so well. I love that the blue in his tie is lighter than his shirt.

We’re using the side couple pretty decently here. Pat and Put are handling their breakup as professionally as possible. Meanwhile, Jaab and Jen are beefing on set.

Lol, never mind about Put. He’s intentionally sowing discord between Pat and Jeng now. Threatening to out Jeng if he moves on Pat is low.

Ae is so funny. “I want my baby to look like Pat. Not you.”

I’m glad Pat’s friends made him realize he cancelled a date.

Not Jeng having a sad, drunk dinner!

No, Jeng! Don’t give up on Pat yet!

Jeng’s friend called him right out on his crush on Pat.

Oh hey we get Jeng in a towel. That’s right, sir. You better look cute for your not-date.

I’m going to need to write a whole separate post about food ordering comparing this not-date with the dinner date from La Pluie Episode 4.

My man Jeng is going to lose it.

This man had them rearrange a whole section of the damn restaurant for him!

Jeng don’t talk about work on your not-date!

If they had to have anyone crash on their not-date, they’re lucky it’s Chot.

I love Chot so much. I also get mad when these kids make me run after them.

Well if it isn’t Oishii keeping the lights on in BL once more.

Pat is going to kill this man with all of these flirty allusions. I’m gonna need Pat to give this man something else to choke on before this show ends…

I did not know I needed Jeng’s internal monologue, but this has been an absolute joy this episode.

Pat having a mini-breakdown because he saw Put’s pictures is so real.

My man Jen is imagining scenarios on his date. Valid.

Okay, Ben didn’t have to bite on that straw like that…

What is this goddamn speakeasy Jeng took him to!?!

You know Jeng must be sprung over Pat because you not getting my clumsy ass on the dance floor.

Does everyone know about this bar??

Oh, Pat. Just like a gay to be crying on the dance floor of a secret gay club.

That was such a gentle confession from Jeng, and I don't even know if Pat really processed it.

Jeng has a hot ex and he's the damn tailor from The Tuxedo!!

Not Pat and Jaab both vomiting in the bathroom.

Oh, Pat, I totally understand you, baby boy.

I totally get Pat not reading Jeng before this moment. When you're gay and have a crush on someone you know you're not supposed to, you learn to ignore the wishfulness rising in you. I'm so excited to see how he handles the reality that Jeng has been flirting with him for months.

[alterrune]

Zulu Security Shadow: Sir, the intruders made it into Accounting.

Shadow Laurence: Send in more security there, activate the turrets and the Marauder Class Quadcopter.

Zulu Security Shadow: Yes sir.

*Enemy Detected: XB-31 Marauder*

Strategic Data:

* The Marauder drone is a heavily armored quadcopter that uses a chaingun and missile launcher to control the battlefield.

* Disabling the rotor blades causes temporary immobilization while the system software adjusts for the interruption.

* The sensor system can be blinded by attacking the primary camera.

* The Marauder drone is weak to electricity and resistant to fire

- Albert

Shadow Laurence: Let’s see if they handle the Marauder… wait, what are these emails?

(One of the Emails is sent from “The Investigation Team”, the other is send from “The Phantom Thieves)

Shadow Laurence: Oh, so you’re all here for your little mascots then? Sorry, but this is my domain, I hold all the cards here, just bad luck for you all to arrive in my building during maximum security.

(Unfortunately, The Maurauder is already locked onto Teddie...sorry, bud, this is gonna hurt.)

(Teddie gets hit by a dozen missiles and then stomped flat. Fortunately, he's still very much alive.)

I gotcha, Teddie. Just rest over here for a bit, you'll be back to your old self in no time. Now then...Magatsu-Izanagi!

(I crush the card in my hand and...wait. Why is nothing happening?)

What the hell?! What happened to the arcana card I've been using?!

(The card is continually being summoned, but nothing happens when I crush it.)

Maggy-Izzy, this isn't funny! I NEED YOU TO COME OUT NOW!!!

(Morgana summons his Persona, Zorro. Yeah, the same Zorro from those folktales. That's his Persona. And he's a bulky one, too, which you wouldn't expect from someone as small as him.)

Wait, but Zorro specializes in WIND attacks, Morgana! This Marauder thing's weak to Electric!

I never said Wind would not work, Kyle. I merely said what he was weak and what he was resistant to.

...You're right, Albert! Alright, Morgana, ya little show-off, hit this guy with all your might!

I guess I earned THAT one...

(Morgana hits the Marauder hard with a Magaru, knocking its' head clean off its' shoulders and destroying it with a huge gust of wind! Game over, we win, the Marauder loses.)

(I look to the ceiling and see...)

Some kind of signal jammer. If I had to guess...

(I quickly pull out The Blue Eye and shoot the jammer. I then try summoning Magatsu-Izanagi again, and, wouldn't you goddamn know it, he comes out without a hitch.)

Yep, just as I suspected. A Persona jammer. But...how the hell did that jam me, but not Morgana?

"It seemed to only target me. I tried numerous times to come out myself, yet I failed each time."

Oh, that makes sense, Maggy-Izzy. Anyways, guys, let's keep moving. I don't think Shadow Laurence likes using LIVE bait that much, so let's pick up the pace before the bait he's using bites the dust.

...what even is my life anymore...?

Ditto, Alter. Ditto.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

"This might hurt a little" I say to Evan. He is sitting at my kitchen table and I'm tending to his very beautiful, but very injured face. We went out tonight to a bar and this extremely drunk guy started harassing me. Evan stepped in and the guy punched him in the face. Thank God for one of the guys sitting there being a bouncer for the bar. He was off work and just hanging out. He grabbed the guy and literally threw him out of the bar.

"That fuckwad waited til you went to the bathroom, didn't he" I say as I'm wiping blood from Evan's nostril. He winces and then laughs. "What?" I asked amused.

"That's my favorite curse word"

"Well you're gonna need to say it in a second here. Hold on." I pick up a bag of peas and place it directly to his face. The guy was so drunk that he was a little weak in the execution, but he still managed to get Evan right in the eye and the bridge of his nose. Hard enough to make his nose bleed. Hopefully not to break it. Evan sucks in a sharp breath.

"Oh shit.I'm so, so sorry Evan. I feel so bad. This is all my fault" my emotions on my face.

"What are you talking about? That douchebag came on to you. It's his fault, not yours" he lifts my chin with his thumb. "Hey. I'm ok" his dark eyes soft.

I kiss his forehead, but that's not enough for him. He takes my face in his hands. I turn my head to the side so I don't bump his nose with mine and he softly kisses me on the lips. His nose starts bleeding again.

"Honey, let me check something. Can you hold this here for me?" Referencing the tissue to his bloody nose. He holds it for me. "Tell me immediately if any of this hurts, please" and I start feeling around his nose and his cheekbones and ocular bones.

"Whatcha doing?" He says

"Feeling to see if anything seems broken. I think you're fine. Gonna be swollen tomorrow and a black eye. Fuck, I'm so sorry."

"You know what to look for?"

"Yea I was in a nursing program, but the guy I was living with at the time started using my financial aid credit cards without my knowledge. Had to drop out cause I had no money and then was in a mess trying to get him for it. Finally did, but never finished school. I know how to check for a broken nose so I guess that came in handy" I let out a snorted laugh.

He chuckles. "Who knew you'd have me to be your knight in shining armour one day"

"yea, no shit"

"Well, I've had my nose broken before so I can tell you it's not" he says, sorta distant.

"Is that from what I think it's from?"

He nods

"Well now you just have me getting you into trouble" I say sadly.

"Yea, but you're actually worth it" he pulls me towards him.

He starts to kiss me. I try to awkwardly move my head to a position where I won't hurt him

"Hey, just kiss me. I'm ok." He says

I stare into his eyes. I run my hands down his face. His beard is soft and scratchy. I look up at his curls and then I brush his hair out of his eyes.

"You make me feel things" I say

He chuckles "Yea? You make me feel things too" he says quietly.

He puts his hands around my waist and pulls me closer. We kiss harder, our tongues meeting and dancing with each other. I pull away.

"I wanna ride you" I whisper to him

"Don't feel like you are obligated to do anything, ok?" He replies.

"No. I know. I want to."

He stands up and unzips his pants. I'm rushing to get my leggings off. I catch a quick glance of his full erection before he sits back down. We don't even remove our shirts. I straddle him and just plunge myself onto him. The friction is so goddamn intense. His girth is unbelievable. I moan so inappropriately loud and my face is contorted. He takes it the wrong way

"Hey, hey slow down if it hurts. It's ok, take your time. We are in no rush, baby. Take your time and adjust to me". His brows are knitted in concern.

"I'm so sorry, Ev. That moan was ridiculous. But, its not pain, believe me"

I adjust myself anyway and sink down. Slower this time. It's his turn to moan. "Don't ever apologize to me for that" he says into my mouth. Fire in his eyes.

I start moving in tight, small circles. Grinding my pelvis into his. Out foreheads smashed together. Breathing hard into each other's mouths as we kiss and tongue and tease. I get more wet as we go and I feel him slide in deeper.

"Oh, shit" he moans. "Put your leg up on the chair next to you" he demands. I do so

It's like a magnet pulls me into him and he is so deep I almost feel his tip hit my walls. We are at a delicious angle. I can't help myself and I start riding my cowboy. I grab his shoulders and start moving in wider circles. I can feel his girth hitting my walls. The angle is hitting my sweet spot and my legs start to shake. My muscles start involuntarily clenching. He knows I'm close

"Come on baby. Cum for your cowboy" he says teasingly.

He latches into my nipple and starts sucking. That pushes me right over the edge and I scream his name. I'm cumming so hard, I see stars.

"scream it again!" He cries

"Evan!!!" I oblige.

He gives me a second and whispers "fast for me baby" in my ear. That's all I need

I start bouncing on his dick like my life depends on it. His grip tightens on me. His eyes screwed shut.

"fast...." He whispering. Can barely talk.

I speed up and he lets out a cry

"Come on cowboy, you can do it. Cum inside me, you know you want it"

"ooh fuck me faster, babygirl"

Faster

"Oh shit..it..." He fucking explodes inside me. All he can let out are moan after moan after moan. He's trembling.

"maybe you should defend my honor more often" I say with a smile.

He can only let out a small laugh.

[bunnyb34r]

Okay finally rested enough to talk ab the craft show!

So for YEARS this one has been heaaavily coveted by many crafters and has been hard to get in, but always told that it's worth it. That you'll make your table cost back in like two hours!

Yeah no... had mom not made wreaths, we would have lost money... Anyway super super dead at times like absolutely no one walking around, just the vendors getting up and shopping bc they could. Then it would pick up but you would get maybe 2 interested shoppers out of every 10. 4 if you were lucky.

People adored the boo boo bunnies and cat toys and I sold the most of them. So now I have to make more cat toys 😭. It's not the amount of effort it takes to make them, I love making them. I hate stuffing them with catnip 😭😭😭 but that's why people (and cats) love them. Also need to put bells on them bc people really like the ones with bells, which I stopped doing bc several people kept asking if I thought their cats would eat the bells... like you can cut it off man idc sgdggdgd once you buy it it's yours idc if YOU eat it if that's your thing just give me my dollar

Have to make a card for the bunnies bc it's hit or miss on if people know what they're for (you pop em in the freezer and hold them to a small "boo boo" and use it like a little ice pack, or you can pop out the reusable cube and use ice. Either way it's a cute little ice pack.

Only my one cousin bought any handwarmers 😭 and her wife had to pay me in $4 worth of quarters sgsgdggddg I was like take your time you could pay me in pennies and that'd be fine too (had a little kid pay me 25 cents for a slap bracelet in various coins and it was so sweet 🥺)

My mom posts our shows on her fb so that family and friends can show up to support us, and the first time since we've been doing these, we had 3 groups of family come in!

But that wasn't always a good thing...

[Put under read more for length]

My mom's cousin brought her daughter and granddaughter, and they talked for awhile and eventually mom's cousin bought a wreath (thank god). And she was like "oh my god this is so beautiful!! 😍" and complimented my stuff as well (but my stuff is more geared towards kids/parents like the boo boo bunnies, so she didnt buy anything from me agdgdgdg)

Then my cousin (not the handwarmers one) came and I used to really love her/she was my favorite cousin... until she moved back to the state and I realized goddamn you're super annoying and have 0 social awareness (in a THE ATTENTION SHOULD BE ON ME! and a never really thinking ab the situations she puts people in when she does shit, way. Not a "I am incapable of grasping social norms/social rituals"/"I cannot control how loud I'm being/why what I say might be considered rude" way.

Anyway she fosters dogs and has 4? Of her own, anyway she always has at least one dog with her at any time. Doesn't matter if you were attacked by one when you were a small child, or that you only have cats, it's a small dog! You're gonna like this one!!

She takes them into the grocery store too 😑. Anyway she brought her foster dog to it and ofc everyone kept coming over to see it and every fucking time she would canvas this dog like "his name is Bob. He goes up for adoption in two weeks at [shelter she volunteers at]" to every goddamn person who walked by.

"But Mar, doesn't that mean she brought customers to you?"

Nope! She and her dog blocked customers from my table bc they couldnt fucking get in with the people cooing at the dog and figured eh I'll skip this one, there's 100 vendors here.

Doesn't mean that every person who skipped would've bought from me, but none of the people who came up for the dog bought anything or so much as looked twice at my shit anyway. 😑

She did tell our cousin to meet her there though bc our cousin's wife is a photographer and she was gonna take pics of the dog at a nearby park. Didn't mention AT ALL that we had a booth, so they didnt really bring a lot of money, they thought they were just gonna say hi to us real quick then go.

My cousin's wife was like YOU DIDNT TELL US THEY HAD A BOOTH HERE?!?! OMG LOOK HOW CUTE!!!!! and they bought 2 handwarmers from us 🥰. And we gave their son some stuff for free as a gift (plus bc they ended up staying for like 2 hours and that shit is only so fun for a 7 year old for so long. But it was more so just Handwarmer Cousin staying to talk to my mom for most of it while her wife, son, and Dog Cousin went shopping/canvased Bob around. But I like HW cousin still so it wasnt bad sgdggdgd I just half listened to them talk while I took care of customers. Sold 1 ornament (the whole show), some cat toys, and I think another bunny, in that time lmao)

But the whole time Dog Cousin was there I was like 😐/🙁 instead of my fake customer service smile bc that smile only lasted until the second person she canvassed Bob to and that was approximately 30 seconds.

She didnt even consider buying anything, or say anything ab our table. Only when my mom asked her if our prices were reasonable. To which we got a "yeah." Then immediately back to Bob. 😐

After they left I went to walk around and goddamn there was nothing really good there except two crochet tables which had little plushies but nothing that jumped out at me.

Did trade a tooth pillow for a small tombstone shaped bar of soap of about the same price with another vendor sggdgdgdgd which was odd but nice

Anyway here's hoping my cousin wont come to the next/last show and that we find fun stuff at that one to buy sgdgdgdg

[apatheticblues]

People have been saying how they like how I write dialogue (namely the character's voices, if that makes sense– I still unfortunately struggle with dialogue placement in particular) so I thought I'd give some tips and examples of what I do :D

First, you've gotta make sure you have a voice for your character in your head. How fast do they talk? How hesitant are they? Are they quick with their words, or are they thoughtful with each one they speak? Are they very articulate? How much slang do they use?

This is easier in fanfiction, since you've already got a voice down based on media the fanfic is for. Here's a few examples from one of my Stranger Things fics:

Robin: "Uh, no idea? You mean about the super secret dangerous Russian message you're trying– and failing, by the way– to translate?"

Robin talks pretty fast in the show; she's got a quick, anxious energy to her words whenever she speaks. She also uses a lot of adjectives, putting emphasis on particular words. The words "Super secret dangerous" without pause is something I feel she would say, purely based on the way she speaks in the show. This isn't technically grammatically correct, since you usually have to put a comma in: "super secret, dangerous Russian message". But since Robin is such a quick speaker, she wouldn't pause there when the line is said aloud, so I didn't include the comma.

Eddie (dramatic): "Jonathan! Am I not permitted to observe this wonderful film along with my good friend? He has so generously paid for my ticket, you see, and it'd be awfully rude of me to–"

Eddie (normal): "That's good. Moving on is always the hardest part. At least you got it over with, right?"

Eddie is a harder character to write dialogue for, unless you know his voice and personality by heart. He's loud and dramatic, using lots of flowery language, but only in certain intervals– particularly where it's the most comedic. A lot of people struggle with characters like him because of how much their voices change and flow with what's happening in the story. Eddie is an incredibly expressive character, which makes his dialogue harder to figure out, especially for those who aren't as expressive in real life.

Steve (to "smarter" people): "Hold your horses, man. Uh, okay. So, these guys are carrying really big guns. And they’re guarding that little… storage room thing. Looks like you need a key card to get into it, too."

Steve (to Eddie, comfort person): "You don’t have to actually believe in all that patriotic bullshit to be an American hero, though. I’d just enjoy the fame or whatever. As long as America thinks I’m the best goddamn thing since sliced bread, being a true patriot doesn’t really matter, right?"

Steve is also a little harder to write for a similar reason to Eddie; his voice changes and flows a lot as well. His dialogue mostly depends on who's speaking with him, since he's a character that is very reliant on other people's opinions of him. Steve uses a lot of slang and idioms, and he's always a little hesitant when he speaks, especially around people he perceives as "smarter" than he is. He also forgets words for particular things in the middle of speaking (a lot like I do, haha). I make sure to sprinkle these things in wherever I feel is appropriate, going along with how Steve is feeling in the moment and what he's doing. He's also really loose with his words, using friendly language and not being overly formal. Things like that change with how comfortable he is with the person he's speaking with, too.

Those are just a few examples, all for characters I already have voices for based on the show they're in. You get the point, though. You need to figure out each character's little quirks and all the things they do while speaking, and keep them in mind while writing the dialogue. I recommend reading the dialogue out loud to yourself, or at least whispering it if you can. Hearing/speaking the words aloud can help you determine whether or not the dialogue flows smoothly, and how in-character it is.

I hope this was at least kind of helpful :'D I like to go on rants like this a lot, but by the end of it, I'm never really sure if they make any sense, haha.

[onedragonarmy]

It sucks ass to see both your cards decline at the laundromat and realize there is no more buffer of credit to hold you over until your promotion in November

I'm still on track to make minimums it's just like oh god the interest might make me go over like actually

It literally took like every bit of liquid we had to move so the interest might genuinely overcap it though ugh

I get that my wife didn't want to spend one more minute living in a slum for college kids but I really wish we could have secured this place at the end of our lease rather than 4 months off

I could have saved a bit more but that's just how housing is! If you snooze you lose good luck finding a place nearly as open for the price!

Makes a clown want to earn their keep in a second circus lest he be forced to sell her makeup

I should sign up for one of those GMs for hire sites tbh

To make a long story short,

TOO LATE.

I forgot that they had just told me yesterday to not talk about money until their vacation is over..

I legit feel weak in mind and body like damn 5 hours of sleep two nights in a row to make sure all of your stuff is out of an apartment In a Hellday and a half sure does do some soul damage Doth it not?

I'm still reeling from it I guess

That and being personally attacked by the people who took over our lease because we didn't have time to clean it but like I would have come straight back if they had asked for help cleaning

Idk WHAT Maxwell whatever his name was berating my wife with one on one that Sunday but she was pissed

So we packed up, handed keys over and left like hijo I walked 35,000 steps I'm pretty sure

And I FELT it my body was literally struggling to keep going every second god I hate MOVING

The nerve...

And we gave over our Entire Deposit bc like yes our place was lived in you are only getting 1000/1900 back tops and the two of them were like Oh we can see WHY you didn't make us pay for the deposit like binch...

Any housing changeover like this is not a Landlord milking you for cash they use to clean between tenants this is two recent college grads struggling with debt and the current job market

Even if we did pay for a Real carpet cleaner (which I think their dumbasses did drop 500 on) it wouldn't remove jack!!! Stains don't just come out it's not an area rug carpet just ages poorly that's why it's the cheapest flooring type and why landlords LOVE it

Short term gain and their tenants have to suffer with it it's been dirty

Unlivable conditions WE WERE LIVING THERE FINE

Binch doesn't know the difference between Black Mold and mold that is black

In the grout btw

Which also stains

So even when you protonate it with vinegar or soak it with quaternary chloride such as 409 (both fungicides) guess what? It's still there

Punk ass white boy wait til you're deep in climate circles 4 years from now or and you have to hear MY name in everyone's mouth for my work on Energy Infrastructure and you seethe because I am NOT Working with your punk ass because I do not forgive

I do not forget

He said that floor looked like it had not seen a mop in years

Try two weeks dumbass SORRY YOU DIDN'T WANT TO WAIT FOR ME TO MOP IT AND WERE RUSHING MY WIFE TO GIVE YOU THE KEYS

I CLEANED THAT HOUSE.

ME. I mopped that floor twice a week. Bathroom weekly. My goddamn vacuum BROKE a few months before and I was barely catching up in the last month

My GRANDFATHER DIED LAST MONTH

And they said wah don't play Oppression Olympics

If you had to bear what I bear you would be annihilated instantly. Your resolve couldn't hold 10% of my grind. All while adhd, autistic, learning Everything I can about silicone manufacturing so they'll hire me as a Quality Engineer, computerless, down to my last dollar, grieving, uninsured, and crucially...remaining silly.

But there is so little time for silly. I am so tired. My mind is racing. It always is.

Hhhhh

Will my meds even last me until November ugh I have to math it out..

[themagnusbane]

GAP The Series Episode 4 Thoughts

A part of me is a bit miffed that we're not starting this episode straight with Sam and Mon kissing, but you know what? Having my two sapphics awkward with each other, just before they slide into the same bed, and then we get some eye-fucking is a good way to start the episode as well.

I just made an inhuman sound at that twin "Good night". OMG!!! My neighbours must think I'm being strangled. There's no cause for concern darling neighbours. Just Sammon attempting to kill me with the CUTENESS!!!!!

3. I swear, every time Mon smiles that little smile after she figures out what Sam is saying or trying to hide... MY HEART! She's learning to speak Sam, and it's giving me so much joy!!!

4. Heheheheh. You know Sam is well on her way to true love when rather than wake up Mon to stop her from snoring, she just continues to let her sleep.

5. WAIT. WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE!!! Did I miss an episode part? Like say a part 0.5. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY POOL KISS???? Did they legit just skip all of that??? THAT'S WHERE YOU ASSHOLES ENDED EPISODE 3! THE FUCK?!!! GIVE US OUR KISS!!!!!

6. Is that the Reaaaaaaal reason Khun Sam??? Are you really worried about her hygiene? Or do you just want to see Mon in your clothes??? You can't hide the truth from us! I see you!!!

7. Forget raiding her closet, I want to live IN her closet!!!!

8. I swear the way these two flirt, gets me in my FEELS!!!!!

9. Ha. You're bringing her to meet your friends. Wearing your clothes. After she spent the night in your house. Your Bed. Khun Sam. You really do move fast laying your claim all over the place huh? And the best part? Sam has NO IDEA SHE IS EVEN DOING THIS!!!! Rofl!

10. Tee being all "Hello gorgeous" IS GIVING ME LIFE!!!! Poor Sam. Your friends are about to spend your entire lunch hitting on the crush you don't yet know you have, and it's about to drive you out of your mind.

11. Sam, they want to grill your subordinate-soon-to-be-girlfriend-and-almost-love-of-your-life. Just head to the toilet already!!! Rofl.

12. Unfortunately Martha, they didn't do anything in that big bed. Or in the pool either. Which is a real SHAME if you ask me!

13. Girl!!! What do you mean by you're a woman and so couldn't have done "anything". You sweet, innocent child. No wonder we haven't gotten any kisses yet. Between you not knowing anything, and Sam being well... Sam, it looks like we're in for quite the dry spell. Fuck!

14. Protective Sam is adorable!!! Look at her asking her friends if they are teasing Mon. No my sweet love. They aren't teasing your soon-to-be girlfriend. They are merely setting the stage for events that will lead to you being together. You should start drafting out the thank you cards!!

15. I swear. Her casual manhandling of Mon makes weak in the knees!!!! That hand to her chin to turn her head, and the command to look into her eyes????

16. Well that was a quick revelation. I thought she was going to drag out how they first met, a little bit longer. But I guess finding out that everything she thought she knew about Sam was a lie, was the jolt Mon needed to come clean at her own end.

17. Hold up. HOLD UP!!!! The meanies who were teasing baby Mon, are Tee Kade and Martha???? OMG!!! They've been friends with Sam for that long???? I did NOT see that coming!

18. Girl... How can you do ALL of that, and think any of that, ANY of what you're saying, is straight behaviour??? Girl's been in love since the fourth grade, and had no idea.

19. The way Sam's friends are getting her to confess her feelings is EVERYTHING!!! Sam not realizing that her friends are her wing people and are working hard to get her the girl she likes is making me so giddy. Gah!

20. Girl... You can still make a move. Even though you're not a man. You want to make a move. She wants you to make a move. We want you to make a move. MAKE A GODDAM MOVE and let go of this heteronormative bullshit. URGH!!!

21. Sam's smile. My heart!! This girl's face was made for smiling. Seriously, fuck her grandmother for taking all that joy away from her life.

22. That string of pearls... Khun Sam really has her foot pressed down on our collective necks, giving us rich Mommy vibes. I LOVE IT!!!!!

23. Sam waiting for her crush to text her back is Me. I am Sam. Sam is Me! OMG they are tooo cute!!!!!

24. Mum dearest. We love you, and you're a remarkable teacher and all, but you're not the reason why Sam is taking your daughter out on a date, in an exclusive and expensive place. Hehehehehe.

25. Kirk, get the FUCK out of her way. Stop getting in the middle of our soon-to-be date. And don't think I've forgiven you for being the loose-tongue betrayer that sold Sam's secrets to the gorgeous villainess!

26. I can't believe for a brief moment, I actually liked Kirk. Urgh!!! Using her grandmother to get what you want is just despicable. TRASH!!!!

27. My darling baby girl Mon. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this. Fucking Kirk!

28. Aaaaaaand of course he's trying to sneak in his convo with Nita and trying to get Sam to work with her. You trash, vile man. I hope Sam punches you in the throat. Urgh!!!!

29. Sam's friends are my special brand of EVIL. I LOVE THEM!!!!! Sam is about to get sooooo jealous.

30. Ha. Jealousy. You seem to be wearing Khun Sam's face. Hehehehehehe.

31. Girl! Why are you pushing Tee??? That's your friend you dumbass. If you just laid your claim and dated your girl, or even responded to her text, instead of listening to fucking Kirk yap all day, this wouldn't be happening. Urgh!!!

32. Aaaaaaand they are teasing us with yet another kiss in the preview. I swear this show should be listed under edging because what is this???? If they don't kiss next episode, I AM COMING FOR THE WRITERS!!!

Aaaaaaand those are my thoughts for episode 4 @ellaspore. Would love to hear yours :D.

[wannaeatramyeon]

hi can I get hc for gun and maybe goo being older brothers (separately) like their 20 and reader is like 10-12<3

also by the way I love your writing and it's flow<333

!!!!!! Anon. This... this is. AHHHHHH!

Gun + Goo as YOUR older brothers hc!

Oh man oh man the potential for shenanigans.

Don't even think about dating. Can you imagine both of them discovering your first crush and showing up to their house? Like good cap and bad cop, except it's insane cop and insane in a slightly different way cop.

Goo, smile stretched thin over his face, peers down, nose inches from the boy's, "So this is the pipsqueak that has captured Y/N’s heart?"

Two eyes stare back, frozen in fear. "Huh?"

"Huh." Gun, positioned next to Goo, echoes. His body language is aloof, indiscrutable, but no less intimidating especially with his two pitch-black eyes boring into the kid's soul.

"So," Goo brings the attention back to him, "what can you offer? Money?"

"Power?" Gun chimes in.

"How rich are you?"

"How strong are you?"

"Are you some heir?"

"Are you a masterpiece?"

Cornered like a mouse, the boy squeaks out, "N-no..."

"Ugh." Goo closes his eyes and sighs, body going slack with disappointment. You really have questionable taste, but goddamn puppy love and first crushes. The heart wants what it wants. "Y/N must have picked up their bad taste from you." He throws Gun a glare at that, as if having two deranged oppas wouldn't make anyone have questionable taste.

"Shut up." Gun doesn't look at the blonde, eyes never moving from the object of your affection. A very normal, very pathetic looking boy. "Dinner tonight. So we can assess you." Gun pulls out a business card, holding it in front of the kid's face.

"B-but I have to study-"

"Tonight."

"O-ok..." With two shaking hands, he grasps the card and gulps.

How did they even get this confession out of you? Can you imagine telling a bare-faced lie to Gun and/or Goo?

If you ever make it to the first date (likely at an older age), then these two will be TAILING you. Hiding around every corner.

Goo will be watching everything through gritted teeth at their little baby growing up, and Gun will play it cool as usual but never takes his eyes from you.

Sweet sweet mercy on whoever breaks your heart. They might just accept it as a rite of passage, or Goo could be chasing them down the street with a baseball bat, egged on by Gun.

And if you're getting bullied? Oh boy. That other person does not want to LIVE.

"MORNING!" Goo kicks down the classroom door, flanked by Gun. They have a score to settle.

Gun zeroes in on the group of bullies at the back of the class. Gleefully spreading rumours about you and picking fights, were they? Well they're about to pay.

"You dumb motherfuckers," Gun deadpans at the group of shocked elementary kids, rolling up his sleeves.

"Yup, you dumb fucks!" Goo chirps, popping the p and reaching for his sword.

Gun glances over, "Pulled out your favourite weapon for this?"

"Nothing but the best for our little Y/N!"

At the same time neither of them places much importance on your education, but will also start a fistfight with your teacher for your poor grades. Which is totally not a result of your own shoddy studying habits.

Goes without saying, you will be spoilt to the ends of the EARTH. The best of the best for everything.

But as their lil sibling, you won't be let off easy for pretty much... Anything. These 2 are savage and you will develop a thick skin.