#so maybe i'll be making more stuff like this

[sweetcalebb]

Watching Caleb ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

wc: 1.3k

a/n: this was another request!! yk who you are anon <3 hope this was okay!

content: voyeuristic reader, exhibitionist caleb, solo masturbation, slight dirty talk, praise kink (caleb), you guys match each other's freaks

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You feel it the moment you shift closer. He's hard. Really hard. Right against your thigh. You freeze, your heart leaping in your throat as you pull away.

"Caleb, I'm sorry—"

"Hey, hey." His hand darts out to wrap around your waist to keep you from going too far, his voice strained. "Don't worry about it. I can... handle it later."

Guilt prickles your skin.

"I know," you start, the words muffled as Caleb kisses you again. "I wish I weren't so nervous.. I mean, I want to do things with you but I—I just—"

You're ranting now. You can feel him smiling against your lips, like your rushed words are somehow endearing.

But it's all true. For the past few months, all you guys have done is hold hands, kiss, cuddle a little, maybe even tease the idea of doing more, but never actually following through.

And Caleb never pushed you. Never. If anything, he was always the one who pulled back when he felt you tensing.

"Pips, I promise it's fine."

Then he's kissing you again, slow, like maybe his lips will convince you.

But you shift again, and you feel him again; he must be painfully hard. And you know Caleb. He'll endure this for hours if it means your comfort.

"Does it hurt..?"

Caleb lets out a breathless laugh against your lips. "No. I'll be fine," he repeats.

You swallow hard, your heart racing. "Maybe it wouldn't be so scary if... if I got to watch first."

Caleb blinks, gently pulling back to look at you. "Watch?"

You nod, biting your lip. "Only if you wanted to."

His breath hitches. Then slowly, he starts again, "You.. want to watch me—" He pauses, clearing his throat like saying it out loud in front of you is more embarrassing than actually doing it. "Jerk off?"

Your cheeks flush a dark red, nodding again. But when he's silent, you quickly blurt out, "But you don't have to—! I'm sorry. That was weird—"

Caleb shakes his head. "No, no. I just... wasn't expecting that is all." He hesitates for half a breath, searching your eyes—then he slips his underneath the waistband of his sweats and starts tugging them down.

"I can show you if that's what you really want."

He's shaking, his breath a little uneven. Whether it's from need or nerves, you can't tell. Maybe it's both.

"I do."

"Are you sure?"

You nod, pulling back to watch him.

At that, he tugs his sweats the way of the rest down and starts palming himself through his boxer. He's slow. Teasing. Not deliberately, he just can't help it. He's been like this for hours. He wants to make sure he wrings out every drop of his release.

He lets out a small breath when he thumbs the underside of his cock.

Your breath quickens, heat pooling in your stomach as you watch him.

There's a damp patch on his boxers when he finally tugs them down to free his aching cock. He's been leaking the minute he started kissing you. But again, your comfort always came before anything else.

Carefully—almost like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind—he wraps his hand around himself.

He meets your gaze, his dick twitching at the way you just... stare. You look at him as if he's something sacred and pure. Not as what he is—filthy and so desperate for you it hurts.

"You..hahh.. you're really gonna watch me?"

Your eyes dart up to his face. "Yes.. I really.. wanna see how you do it."

Caleb groans, his grip on his cock tightening. "Yeah, okay."

He strokes himself faster. Just slightly. Enough to feel a familiar heat creep up his spine. "Oh, fff—" He bites his lip, eyeing his glistening cock. "I'm.. I'm so sensitive right now."

You blink, then quietly ask, "Is it because of me?"

Caleb grunts, his jaw tight with the effort of holding back. "Yeah. Because of you."

This type of stuff has always scared you. The male body part always has. But you find an odd sense of comfort in Caleb.

He just looks so good—every part of him.

"T-talk to me.. Fuck.. Please?"

Your mouth suddenly feels dry.

"I don't—I don't know what to say. You just..." You squeeze your thighs together, heat rushing between your legs when he looks at you like that. So expectantly. So devoted.

"You look so good like this." Your eyes dart down to his weeping head and you lick your lips. "So pretty."

Caleb groans, pre cum leaking out and coating his fingers. "Y-yeah? You think I'm pretty?"

You nod.

"Say it. One more time."

You feel a lump in your throat as you slowly breathe out, "You're so pretty."

Another strangled sound slips past his lips as he rocks his hips into his touch.

It's unfair, how he can look so good doing such filthy things. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks every time he can't handle looking at you, sweat clings to his brow, and his stomach curves inward whenever he strokes himself just right.

"What are you thinking right now?"

Caleb lets out a breathless chuckle, the sound caught between a moan and a groan. "Nng'no. No, I can't tell you that, Pips."

Oh, God.

“Please tell me,” you whisper, your voice smaller but firmer.

Caleb groans, jaw clenching. “Pips… fuck… I shouldn’t.”

“I want to know,” you breathe, leaning closer, your pulse hammering.

His hand stutters around his cock; he can’t stop.

“I’m thinking about…" his eyes flick over yours like he's debating whether he's really about to say it. Then— "I'm thinking about how pretty you’d look on your knees for me. Mouth open… fuck… begging to taste.”

His voice breaks, shame and desire blending together. “God, it’s so fucked— I shouldn’t—”

But your thighs clench, heat pulsing so hot it hurts. "No. Please tell me more."

His hand stutters over his cock, lips parting on a broken pant. "I—I might come too fast." Even as he says it, he doesn't slow down. He keeps working himself over at the same pace like he can't help it.

Because he can't. Not when you're staring at him like that and leaning closer like you need to memorize every debauched second of this.

"I want to know what else you're thinking."

"Pipsqueak..."

"Please."

Caleb gives in with a groan. "I'm thinking about.. how I wouldn't last a second in you," he admits, his hips jerking into his hand. "One thrust and I'd—hah... fuck—I'm gonna—"

He tips his head back, eyes fluttering shut. He can't even warn you before he's cumming.

He gasps, his muscles growing taut as he gently works himself through his orgasm.

He's a mess. His chest is heaving, his breaths are leaving him in broken little pants, and his shirt is stained in his cum.

Caleb breathes hard, looking at you through hazy eyes.

"Holy crap.. I didn't—I didn't expect that to feel so good."

You can only stare. He's still so beautiful. Even after he's been wrecked.

You don't know what possesses you to do this next. But wordlessly, you grab his hand, bring it up to your lips, and lick off his arousal.

Caleb shudders, his dick giving a valiant twitch as your tongue swipes across his fingers.

"Sh—shit. Pips, wait, it's probably salty."

When you pull back, Caleb's brows are furrowed with concern. But you just lick your lips and give him a sheepish smile.

"It tastes good."

Another twitch.

Caleb groans. "Don't say stuff like that. You're gonna make me hard again."

A quiet laugh bubbles out your chest. "Maybe I can watch again..?"

Caleb huffs, bringing his (not cum slick) hand around the nape of your neck and pulling you into a soft kiss. "Fine. But give me a minute, yeah?"

You nod, smiling against his lips. "Or maybe I can actually try..?"

"No, no, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, Pipsqueak."

"I want to."

"..Really?"

"Mhm.."

Caleb huffs, squeezing his eyes shut. "Okay, give me a second then."

You giggle, kissing him back.

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Favorite Reporter

a/n: i've had this idea for a few days now and figured i might as well just go ahead and put it out there! in my head this is david's clark, but the profile pic is tom's clark bc he's my fav, and either way it can be whichever version of him you want hahaha happy reading!! (also i swear I'll get my masterlists up soon!! I've just been busy) - Emmy ❤️

Summary: Clark Kent gets to interview a world-famous singer, but his questions reveal a bit more than fans thought they'd ever get.

Pairing(s): Clark Kent x famous!singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Content/Warnings: not much that i can think of, not proofread (who's surprised), fluffy, reader is described as feminine but only once or twice, people jumping to conclusions??, idk if i missed something lmk!!

Masterlist | Clark Kent/Superman Masterlist

“There’s the superstar,” the man says as he’s given the cue that the cameras are rolling. “Thank you for agreeing to do this interview. I know it’s a bit different from how the Planet usually does things.”

“Well, I think it’s a fun change. Besides, I’d do anything for my favorite journalist, Mr. Kent,” you reply.

“It’s hardly fair to pick favorites.” He gives you a schoolboy grin, one that’s all too irresistible.

“When other reporters start treating me as kindly as you, maybe then I’ll play fair.” You match his tone, giving him a sickly sweet smile in return. He really is your favorite, and you don’t see a point in lying about that.

“I’m gonna get right into things if that’s alright with you,” he changes the topic, raising a brow and trying his best to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

“Go right ahead, Mr. Kent.”

“I’d like to start with your latest album. If I recall correctly, there was quite the uproar as you were releasing the track titles. Was there not?”

“There was! I’ve been known for writing breakup songs for quite a while now, so when the track titles sounded like love songs, I think it weirded out the fans a bit. Some of them were freaking out, thinking I’d been tied down. Others were theorizing, swearing it was some kind of deep fake, plot twist situation.”

“So, what inspired the genre change, a new muse perhaps?” He leaned forward the slightest bit, narrowing his eyes. Saying he was interested to hear your answer would be an understatement, even if it is more for personal interest than reporting sake.

Failing to stifle a smile, you cross your legs, getting more comfortable in your seat. “Something like that. I guess I just wanted to prove I could do more than angsty breakups. I can do all of the sweet, mushy stuff, too, and I suppose there was a part of me that wanted to show the world that I’m capable of more.”

“Well, I think you’ve done just that. You accomplished a lot with the writing, but also with the feel of the album. Speaking of the writing, it feels different compared to past albums, aside from just the topic. Was there a change in technique or maybe some new inspiration, style-wise?” He takes a moment to push his glasses up his nose, and you can’t help but take notice of just how unfairly attractive it is.

“Yeah! I’ve always been inspired by the artists I grew up listening to, but I wanted this album to really stand out. So, I also took some inspiration from newer or younger artists. I mean, I’ve always admired Taylor Swift for her way with words, so I took the time and worked on my wording, tried to be more descriptive. Sabrina Carpenter is a newer artist that I’ve loved to watch grow, and it’s difficult not to admire how adorably scandalous she can be. I think that’s definitely prominent in one or two of the songs from the new album. So, yeah, in short, I’ve expanded my style in multiple ways, and there are plenty of artists I was inspired by!”

“Speaking of scandalous, I think you surprised a lot of fans with Track Seven. Was there something, or someone, in particular that inspired the mood shift?” His face is beet red, and it makes you grin like the Cheshire Cat.

“Yeah, I mean, honestly, with certain lines from some of my previous songs, I think people have kinda been waiting for a song like that from me for a while now. It’s probably not exactly what they expected either, but you know, everyone deserves to feel sexy every once in a while. At the end of the day, that’s what Track Seven is really about, innuendos aside.”

“Clearing his throat, he moves the interview along, “Well said. Now, I know you’re focus is most likely on this album, but I have to ask about any future plans you might have. Maybe a tour? Or, if we’re lucky enough, a sister album?”

“Well, unfortunately, there’s no sister album,” you both share a laugh, “but the idea of a tour has been tossed around. There are no official plans yet, but we’re certainly not against it.”

“Also concerning future projects, sort of, you have a music video premiering just a few hours after this interview will be posted. What can fans expect?”

“Ooh! I like this question! For starters, the video is the first single of the album, Track Eleven, and I really just wanted to make viewers feel how I felt while writing that song. So, I guess you could expect the whimsy, love-struck feel of the song to shine through.”

“I can’t wait to watch it, then,” he gives you another one of those boyish grins, and you can’t help but flush.

“I certainly hope you enjoy it, Mr. Kent.”

“I have no doubt that I will. Now, I’m sure you know I have more, uh, gossipy questions for you.”

“Hit me with your best shot.” You already know exactly what’s coming.

“With the topic of your album, people have been speculating about your love life even more than usual. On top of the album, I believe in a recent Instagram post of yours, there was a shiny ring on a pretty important finger. Is there any truth to these rumors, or are they nothing more than speculation?”

Again, you can’t fight the grin on your face, and subconsciously, your right hand moves to play with the ring that should be on your left ring finger. “No, their detective skills are quite on par with this one. Just about a month and a half ago, I got married.”

The reporter’s cheeks blaze once more. “Is there anything you’d like to share about him? He sounds pretty lucky to have landed someone like you.”

“I think I’m the lucky one, Mr. Kent,” you can’t hide the twinkle in your eyes. “He’s the most selfless and generous man I’ve ever met. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You’re beaming, glowing even, and Clark wants to commit the sight to memory.

“Was the outing of your marriage pre-discussed, or is he getting thrown under the bus here?” He takes a teasing tone once more, his confidence returning a bit.

“Oh, I’m totally throwing him under the bus. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d ask about it. You’re usually one to stay away from tabloid gossip and fan rumors, Mr. Kent.”

“Color me curious,” he shrugs. The producer signals that your time is almost up from off-screen, so Clark begins to wrap things up, “Alright, well, our time is coming to an end, so I’ll go ahead with the last question if that’s alright with you.”

“Ask away.”

“With these on-camera interviews, the Daily Planet likes to give the interviewee a chance to become the interviewer. So, is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

You don’t hesitate. “Just once thing, Mr. Kent,” you start with a wicked grin, “How long is the Planet gonna let my husband interview me?”

“Well, I’d say until you stop giving him exclusive answers, Mrs. Kent, or until that camera stops rolling.”

“Like I said before, anything for my favorite reporter.”

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a/n: ...hey....hey. I saw the chef mydei art. so uh...obviously. anywho, ty again @box-artist for your art. (i really dont wanna risk spamming so i'm sorry but yeah i'll be writing more for all of them cause your art makes me happy. check out their art here!

You’re a broke college student who stumbles into a quiet little restaurant on accident—rain-soaked, exhausted, and starving after a brutal midterm. You ask if the kitchen’s still open even though it’s clearly closing time.

Chef! Mydei doesn't trust people who come in right before closing. But seeing you soaked in rain and clutching your backpack like it holds your whole life, he makes an exception.

Mydei's behind the counter, arms crossed, looking like he’s about to say no. But then he sighs, glances at your wet shoes, and mutters, “Sit down. I’ll make you something warm.”

He makes you a steaming bowl of something you can’t even pronounce, but it makes you cry a little when you eat it. Not from spice. From comfort.

When you ask what it’s called, he just shrugs. “It’s not on the menu. I made it for myself.”

He pretends you’re annoying. You pretend the food isn’t life-changing. You both fail.

You come back the next week, and this time he doesn’t complain when you walk in ten minutes to close. In fact, he’s already halfway through chopping something before you sit.

It becomes a thing. You bring your homework. He pretends he’s annoyed that you camp out in his restaurant. “It’s not a library, you know.”

But you notice he’s started leaving the good seat by the kitchen open for you. The one with the best lighting and a plug for your laptop.

He sometimes comments on your assignments, offering lazy commentary while chopping vegetables: "That sentence is boring. rewrite it. Say it with your chest."

He’s gruff, dry-humored, with sleeves always rolled up and salt dusting his apron. His forearms are veined, and his laugh is rare but rich.

You find out he’s a few years older—maybe early thirties, maybe not. Used to cook abroad. Says very little about his past. Of course you get a crush. Because of course you do.

You start staying later. Helping him wipe tables. Stir a sauce. Once, you laugh at something dumb and he stops what he’s doing to watch you. You pretend not to notice.

Every time you eat something he made, you find yourself smiling halfway through the bite. It’s a reflex now.

You start watching cooking tutorials so you can talk to him about culinary stuff. He sees through you, but lets it slide.

He acts the same, but starts sending staff home earlier when he knows you’re coming. Just in case. You get sick during midterms and stop showing up. On the third day, he shows up at your dorm with a thermos of broth and a quiet “Don’t make me do that again.” He calls you “kid” sometimes. Then stops when he realizes it sounds too distancing. Starts using your name. Carefully.

One of his regulars asks if you’re his girlfriend. He scoffs, but his ears turn a deep, telltale red.

One night, you’re especially stressed. He doesn’t ask. Just slides you a plate of dumplings and tells you to chew slowly, “or I’m not feeding you again.” You try to pay one day and he waves you off with a flick of his wrist. “Your company’s enough.” Then immediately pretends he didn’t say it.

He starts letting you behind the counter sometimes. Teaches you how to properly slice an onion. Corrects your grip with a warm hand over yours. Other staff start teasing you behind Mydei's back. One girl, Cipher, giggles. “You’re the reason he closes early now.”

He starts experimenting with dessert—something he “hates doing”—and always brings the first try to your table with a gruff, “Tell me if it’s crap.”

You once offer to help him prep and he moves behind you to show you how to chop properly. His chest brushes your back and neither of you breathe for a second. He starts saving you the first slice of whatever he bakes. If anyone else touches it, he threatens them with a ladle. He asks what your favorite dish growing up was. The next week, it shows up on your plate—somehow better than your memory. He doesn’t say you’re special. But he treats your presence like it’s routine. Like it belongs there.

You ask him what his favorite scent is. He answers without thinking: “The rain.”

You ask him what his favorite scent is. He answers without thinking: “You, when you’ve been out in the rain.”

One day, someone flirts with you while you're waiting on your food. You laugh nervously—until Mydei's voice cuts in flat and firm: “They're with me.” He doesn’t look at you after he says it. Just tosses a towel over his shoulder and returns to the stove like nothing happened. But his ears? Red again.

It happens during a quiet night. You're helping him clean up, your fingers brushing over his. He catches your hand. “I was going to wait,” he mutters, eyes flicking to yours. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Mydei, you didn't embarrass me."

His eyes go wide but he looks away fast. When you kiss his cheek, he insists he’s “too old” for you. You kiss him again anyways- in the back kitchen, surrounded by spice jars and the low hum of the freezer. His hands taste like sea salt. Yours tremble in his hair.

Every dish he makes after becomes a secret love letter—layered, rich, and just a little too personal. Mydei won’t say “I love you” often. But he’ll spend five hours braising something just because you mentioned liking it once.

[forbiddenforestofdesire]

tw: stancest

Stan sipped the last few dregs of his coffee as his eyes glazed over the Gravity Falls Gossiper. Toby was still running stories on “the mysterious floating incident,” but from what he’d heard, the townsfolk were chalking it up as a hurricane to get their insurance payouts. Guess that was more believable than the woodpecker. He gnawed at his last soggy strip of bacon and his toaster waffle. The gas line was cut from the whole…Portal thing yesterday, it was a miracle he could still use the microwave.

Stan heard a thump as he almost jumped out of his skin, and the sounds of the kids running down the stairs. Dipper was running headfirst with a butterfly net, while Mabel followed after him. She briefly stopped, skidding on the back of her shoes to a halt. Mabel grabbed the waffle off his plate and shoved it in her mouth, chewing as she talked. 

“Hi Grunkle Stan, we gotta go! I'd bother trying to come up with an excuse but the thing that ate all our Summerween candy stole Dipper’s Wendy stuff. We’re taking Soos’s truck to chase him down. Ok, love you! Bye!” 

She waved and ran off, while Soos sheepishly popped his head into the kitchen.

“So, Mr. Pines. Uh…”

“You can go, Soos.” Stan grumbled. “Not sure why I pay you if you're gonna go look for Spookums with the kids. Take the day off.”

Soos smiled. “Thanks, Mr. Pines! Hey, Dipper, wait up dude!” 

Stan sighed. There was going to be a lot of work to do before the Shack was ready to open again. He wondered if he should start looking through the classifieds, but didn't want to think about what would happen after the Summer.

“Good morning, Stanley.” 

Stan looked up to see Ford carrying a giant rolled up tube. It looked familiar, but it was covered in dust.

“Whatcha got there, Sixer?” 

“Oh, I was merely trying to retrieve any of my past experiments you carelessly threw out. After asking Dipper what happened to Experiment 78, I made my way to the dump. I still have a few trials for this project.”

“Huh. That looks like that hideous carpet in your room.” Stan noted. “I was doing you a favor, that thing’s an eyesore.”

“The design was optimized to provide a consistent electrical current for an even transfer. And at the time, it was very chic.” Ford huffed.

“I can assure you, Sixer,” Stan replied mockingly, “That turquoise and mustard monstrosity was never chic.”

Ford threw the carpet on the floor and unrolled it. “Maybe I will do a little redecorating, how about that? It's my house after all.” 

He looked at Stan, as their eyes met, Stan could see that smug look on Ford’s face. Stan furrowed his brows and scowled. 

“You better move it.” Stan ordered. 

“We’ll see.” Ford said. He squinted. “Has that light been flickering this whole time?” He pulled up the other chair and placed it on the carpet. 

“Take those boots off, you're not getting mud in my house.” Stan snapped. 

Ford frowned. “You mean my house. Very well, mother. I’ll humor you.” 

He undid his muddy boots, placing them on the plastic table, next to Stan's breakfast. Stan growled. 

Ford stepped onto the chair. He balanced himself, towering over Stan as he reached for the bulb, unscrewing it.

“I'll get some bulbs from the store later.” Stan declared,  flipping his paper disinterestedly. 

“No need, I have a prototype I've been meaning to try out that I invented in the Sconce Dimension.” Ford said, his chair wobbling back and forth.

“Will it make the room look any uglier?” Stan asked. He furtively looked back at Ford, who was sticking out his tongue in concentration. He stopped, pulling out a screwdriver.

“Hmm, this screw looks loose.” Ford said, adjusting the fixture. “At any rate, I doubt I'll make my house any worse than how you redecorated, Stanley. Even without my input, it looks like…what did you say? An eyesore?”

“Hey!” Stan shouted. “It's got character.”

Ford gave a hmph. He winced as he felt a spark run up his fingertip and snapped his hand back. He placed index finger in his mouth to reduce the pain, only to see Stan staring at him. He put it back down in the pocket of his jacket. “It's no matter, I'll fix this after you leave.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Yeah? You can keep your cruddy lights. And the house. I put in the work to keep this place afloat after you defaulted on the mortgage. I can take Mr. Mystery on the road. Been meaning to start over anyway.”

“Oh? Care to enlighten me, Stanley. What's so special about Mr. Mystery?” Ford asked. “He's a charlatan and a joke.”

Stan rolled up the newspaper, lifting it above his head. “Do you want a piece of me?”

Ford jumped down from the chair, striking a fighting pose.

“Oh, d’you know Kung Fu now too, Sixer?” Stan scoffed. 

“No, I learned the art of defensive fighting from the Dalbraxian system that incorporates strength, mental discipline and…”

“Got it.” Stan charged at Ford, tackling him to the ground. Ford struggled as Stan climbed on top of him, hitting him with the rolled up newspaper. 

Ford shoved him, taking the paper out of his hand and throwing it to the side. He pushed Stan to the ground as they rolled on the shag carpet. Ford kneed Stan in the stomach as Stan snarled, pulling Ford’s hair. Stan felt Ford grab his hands, trying to restrain him as they kicked each other, Ford swinging his left leg to one side, his right across the other, straddling over Stan as he pushed Stan onto his stomach, his hand pressing Stan’s face into the carpet. Stan writhed underneath him, the heat of their movement warming the fibers as sparks started to zap through the thread. Ford clamped his thighs tighter against Stan’s body, trying to maintain his grip as Stan squirmed ferociously. 

“You got something to say, Stanley?” Ford asked through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, bite me!”

Stan wriggled out of Ford’s grasp, his wrists free as he rolled back onto his stomach, grabbing Ford into a headlock. Ford pushed against him, both of their legs kicking the air as they rubbed against the carpet, shouting like they were kids. Ford reached out his free arm, trying to slap Stan and toppling over his fez. Stan noticed, reaching for it with his own free hand, but it was out of reach, brushing against the carpet. Ford made one last push, freeing himself from the headlock, making one last move to pin Stan’s wrists again. He reached forward for Stan’s wrist, but missed. He felt his fingertip brush against Stan’s and felt a brief, painful surge of static shock. 

Ford blinked. Stan blinked. Stan was surprised to see him back on top again, and looking back down at…Stan?

 Stan screamed, as his own face looked back at him in annoyance. He took off his glasses (his glasses) and pinched his nose. 

“I should have expected this might happen. Please stop screaming, Stanley. It seems we’ve created a temporary electron transfer.”

Ugh, it was his voice, but it had Sixer’s intonation. 

“You mean you knew this freaky friday shi…shenanigans could happen and you didn't warn me?” Stan shouted. He moved away from himself and grabbed the table for support, standing up. It was like Wax Stan all over again. His center of gravity was off. It seems Ford had a hard time standing up from the added bulk and the back pain. Stan could hear him groan and knew what that was. 

“It's only a temporary problem. We just need to touch each other once more, and we will switch back.” 

“You mean I'm currently Stanford Pines. For real this time.” Stan noted.

“No, you're still Stanley, but in my body.” Ford replied in irritation, holding his hands behind his back and staring him down.

“I doubt body switching holds up in court if you're trying to throw me out. You're not taking me alive!” Stan shouted, his voice cracking through Ford’s deep timbre.

Stan ran towards the door, grabbing his car keys. He was surprised how fast he could run in Ford’s body. He almost made it, until he was tackled back onto the floor. The weight of Stan's body hitting him like a boulder. 

Stan pushed Ford, only for Ford climb on top of him and restrain him. Ford pinched him on his abdomen, as Stan doubled over in pain.

“Ah!” Stan yelped. “What was that?”

“Got trapped in an organ harvesting farm during my travels. They regrew, but the incision mark never healed properly.” Ford replied neutrally.

Stan gave a low whistle. “Been there.”

Ford looked at him curiously, then shook his head. “Why did you try to hijack my body, Stanley?”

“What can I say? I'm not good with confrontation.”

“That's putting it mildly.” Ford muttered. 

Stan paused. He felt suffocated underneath all the layers of clothing Ford wore. “Why didn't you thank me?” 

Ford rolled his eyes. “Not this again. Why should I thank you, Stanley? Why should I be beholden to something I didn't ask for?”

“You did though!” Stan retorted. “You asked me to do something, remember? When you got sucked in that…thing!”

“Honestly, Stan, it was such a blur I don't remember anything of what I said.”

“Well, I do.” Stan declared. “It's all I could think of, all these years. You, telling me to do something. So I did. I thought about it every day for thirty years.”

“You didn't do it for me, you did it for your guilt.” Ford replied. 

“It's one and the same.” Stan said bitterly. “You know, I imagined these past few days going differently. I thought maybe we could patch things up, put it behind us. That's what's kept me going, you know? Not the money, or fame. All this time, I was doing this for you.”

Ford softened. It was bizarre seeing his own face contort in that way Sixer’s did when he was embarrased. 

“Stanley…” Ford said. He paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “I never stopped thinking of you. I can't expect you to understand me, I know I certainly don't understand you. But, I guess I can see where you're coming from.”

“Yeah, right.”

“No, I…Stan, even in my darkest moments. No matter how much I wanted to push you away, I couldn't. I wanted to hate you for what you did, but I never could. I…oh, I don't know!” Ford cried out in frustration. “I just don't know what I feel anymore.”

Stan looked at his brother, then examined his six fingers, wiggling them. 

“You know, I always used to wonder what it’d feel like, having six fingers like you. If it felt any different being special.”

“And?” Ford asked.

“It feels no different than my own.” Stan replied, giving him a smile. “High Six?” 

Ford smiled back. “High Six.” 

Their hands clapped together, and nothing happened. Ford laced his fingers through Stan’s hand, as they held on.

“Hmm. the static should have sent us back into our own bodies by now, but it didn't.” Ford noted, rubbing his free hand on his chin.

“So what do we do now?” Stan asked. He enjoyed the feeling of closeness as he gripped Ford’s hand against his.

“We will need to go back to the carpet. If we try creating more friction by moving our bodies against each other, we’ll be able to create more static.” Ford suggested, pointing his finger in the air for emphasis. 

Stan chuckled. “Buy a guy dinner first, will ya?”

Ford looked at him in amusement. “We both know you're too cheap a date for that.”

Stan rubbed his thumb across Ford’s. He could see his brother shiver. “You know, if you wanted to fool around, you could've just asked.”

Ford leaned over. He rested his forehead against Stan’s, then went in for a kiss. They winced as they felt a spark shoot through them. When they opened their eyes, Stan could see he was back in his body, holding Ford’s hand. Ford noticed, hastily letting go. He coughed, looking away. 

“Well, it looks like that is resolved. Good work, Stanley.”

Stan bent down, and picked up his fez, putting it back on his head. “The kids won't be back for a few hours. Do you still want to uh, experiment some more?”

Ford looked at him curiously, then gave him a grin as he pulled out his journal from his coat. 

“I don't see why not, for science, of course.”

Day 163

What if Ford’s and Stan’s fight happened in Ford’s bedroom and they switched bodies?

Submitted by @fefe-the-cat

[wheeler-fan]

i wanna say something without starting a fight with bylers, i just want to point it out and have a mature talk if possible, I'm open to hear your thoughts about it, here's mine:

You guys always say that "if byler doesn't happen then they have a lot of explaining to do" and i think that's valid bc byler fandom is not small- it's huge. But what about mileven? you think there's no explanation needed if byler happens ? maybe not for you (same like milevens won't need an explanation if mileven is endgame) but definitely for others because the straightbait would be insane

look at this, I'll start from s4

• mike makes a whole monologue, saying directly to El that he loves her multiple times, also adds that he can't lose her (Finn changed it himself, the script says "I'm not ready to lose you" and not i can't ) and that he doesn't know how to live without her, also adding that he loves her since the moment he saw her.

I understand that bylers already assumed he lied, for you it's all clear, but it's not clear for milevens because we believe he was being honest and we have every right to do that- it looked like he's speaking from his heart, it was hinted before the st4 premiere that there will be a monologue, Finn said he was really excited about it, the monologue actually worked like Kate Bush for max and El saved herself and max thanks to it while almost killing vecna.

• Ross Duffer was posting some photos in the process of shooting st5, showing us the actors and some places & stuff. January 19 2024, with the caption "week 2" he posted Finn as mike wheeler and in the same post we have Finn and Millie, from the place where the rooftop scene was being filmed. It was not the first post about the production, before that we also got Dustin & another post the pictures from day 1, BUT the post from Jan 19 with mileven is the first post from production that reveals any of the ships (canon or not). later we also got lumax and jancy (canon ships just like mileven) but for some reason byler was not posted, which is (for me at least?) hinting mileven more than byler for an endgame ship.

• What the actors were saying i think also matters, of course we could argue here for yearsss about who's saying what, and i also consider the fact that they don't have to be honest with us (although i believe they are) and i know Noah is speaking about byler constantly which is hinting it, but also Finn declared that he prefers mileven (he was asked if he prefers mileven or byler because he's playing the character that appears in both ships) + David (hopper in st) spoken negatively about the chances of byler becoming canon. I'm not saying that it means something of course, what I'm trying to say is that i felt assured about mileven endgame by that more than byler endgame. I'd use some explanation if mileven is not endgame

• El is still wearing the promise ring from s4 she got from mike + she's wearing Mike's hoodie in s5 she also started wearing back in the end of s4. Would she do that if they were not together anymore? I'm not sure, it's confusing

• First official poster for st5: mileven on the bike together like back in s1. It's definitely on purpose because the poster could be anything, also she could get her own bike bc "she learned how to ride a bike back in cali" or whatever ,and even if not, then putting her with Mike on the same bike if byler is endgame is a big straighbait thing for me. Also the fact that "mike is looking at will" doesn't really trigger anything for me? they're riding bikes, will is in front of him so yeah if he's looking front while riding a bike like everyone else (beside El but she's not riding it herself) then he'll be looking at Will. If that's a proof for byler, then lucas looking at mike and El will mean he's in love with one of them? kinda delusional if you ask me

• official trailer for s5: two mileven scenes. One of them is tender and intimate, they're sitting close to each other, keeping eye contact, mike is holding El's hand with his both hands. El is using her free hand to caress his unbruised cheek, they're creating a heart shape with their arms. It also shows Mike's face closely while he's looking at her, for me with worry love and care, definitely not with platonic feelings. Another mileven scene is the one where lucas and mike are going somewhere on the bikes, getting away from the radio station while El is standing there, watching them leave. You could say it's nothing if you don't know how important that is for mileven, because in season 2, season 3 and season 4 we have mike who's standing and looking at El who's going away. It's the same thing but reversed. also Will could be there as well, watching them leave but he's not, it's just her, for me it means a lot.

And what about byler in the trailer? we got 2 scenes of them together if i remember correctly, while it's never an intimate scene, there's always at least +1 other character. Also we already saw these two scenes before, it's nothing new for us. I wonder why? i know you'll say it's because they can't spoil anything...but it's literally a trailer? it should show what st5 is about. If byler is one of the main things in there, then it definitely should be in the trailer, and it wouldn't be a spoiler, because mike and will are best friends, it's not suspicious that they're spending time together ESPECIALLY bc Will is canonically in love with mike and it still needs to be addressed because we're waiting for his coming out.

• also if the mileven scene from the trailer is the breakup/post breakup scene...then what about the rooftop one? suddenly every st5 mileven scene is a breakup scene?

what are your thoughts about it?

[r11yh1soka]

hi hi can u maybe do a Joel x fem reader, this is gonna b rlly angsty sorry lol but basically something happens to reader and in response to it all she sort of shuts Ellie out so there’s argument, and she has a deep conversation w Joel abt everything and it sort of helps mend the friendship and starts other stuff w Joel ?? I hope this makes sense 🩷🩷

an: hello! & sure, thanks for requesting, i hope i do it justice :)

tags/includes: ranch joel, agegap(reader is late 20's, joel is late 40's),bonding with ellie, bonding with joel, slight angst, jackson joel & ellie, makeout session, cheating(not from joel),domestic life, not proof read

It's colder than usual, maybe it's because you're deprived of nutrients from all that crying you did the other night or maybe it's just cause it's cold. The rain comes down hard, against your window. You get out of bed, despite not wanting to but the loud pounding at your door makes you move. You tighten your robe over your boddy and make your way downstairs to address the banging.

"Come onnn! Open up!" Ellie shouts from behind the door, she's fourteen but has the loudness of a grown man.

You unlock the door with a click and open the door, Ellie's staring up at you with those big hopeful eyes of hers and as often as it usually warms your heart, today it doesnt.

"I'm ready to go fishing!" she's got her little bucket hat on and the fishing pole Joel spent forever fixing up for her.

Shit. You completely forgot that you promised to teach her how to fish, given that your dad was a fisherman before the outbreak. Ellie was young, she knew nothing but the outbreak and anytime she had a chance to learn something new, she took it. Unfortunately, you weren't feeling it this morning and Ellie was no idiot...she could read the look on your face.

"What's wrong? I know my hat's kinda big, I told Joel the same thing but he said he doesn't want me getting sunburned so—"

"'ts not the hat Ellie I just...can we reschedule? Today's not good for me," you shook your head with your hand still on the door.

She paused for a long time. Her raised hands slowly dropping at the sounds of your words, your words that suffocate her excitement. She'd been looking forward to this for weeks, maybe even more than a month thank's to Joel and your busy schedule.

"You're not taking me?" she frowns slightly, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail like usual.

"Not today Ellie. Maybe another time—"

"Well what's wrong? Maybe I can cheer you up!" the excitement sparks in her again but your wound isn't one she can fix.

"No Ellie...just—just go back home, I'll take you some other time," you groan with heavy lids and a slightly puffy face.

She exhales and tightens her fist while looking off to the side. You want nothing more than to get back into bed, the look on her face hurts, but you're hurting more.

"Don't worry about it...don't worry about me at all from now on," she lashes, turning around quickly and rushing through the rain as she dashes out your front yard.

You can hear the hurt in her voice, you'd never heard her sound like that before. The realization that she was innocent in all your pain hits you like a truck as you step out, shouting her name but it's no use. She runs back home and you're left standing there, feeling like an asshole. You just needed some space, some quiet but now...so did Ellie.

A week went by, she didn't show up at your door after school, ready for you to teach her how to play card games, she didn't sit with you at the town hall meeting you had that week and you didn't find her rummaging through your basement library looking for books about dinosaurs.

You'd be lying if you said Ellie's lack of self in your life didn't hurt more than the breakup you've been going through. But today, you'd had enough, you gave her space but now it was time to make amends, or at least try to. It was Saturday, that meant she wasn't at Joel's house, she was at his ranch on the outskirts of the perimeter of Jackson.

You walked there, your fishing gear in hand and a homeade dinner packed in a bag in the other. You we're more nervous than you've ever been, sweat collected on your forehead from the sudden heat of Jackson and the nerves. Spring has sprung and with that came the raindy days but the really hot ones too. You've got on your jean shorts and you wore the proper boots this time, Joel roled his eyes at the sneakers you wore on his land the last time.

His ranch was somewhat seperated from the town. It had it's own walls around it, they stretched out much farther giving him a significant amount of land in return for his services on patrols and all the sorry-assed newbies he'd saved on said patrols. It was secluded, just like Joel wanted.

Your cowboy boots we're a dark brown with a slightly pointed tip, some designs on the side like usual too. You wore a basic white tee, part of it tucked in your shorts displaying the belt you had on with a bright golden buckle. You'd always preffered gold over silver, even if others said it looked tacky.

The steps creaked as you walked up them and it was hard for you to knock with your hands full but you managed. A minute later, Joel came to the door, he looked you up and down, looked at what was in your hands and let out a little sigh.

"Hey...Ellie here?" you hummed sweetly.

"Nope." he crossed his arms over his chest firmly, taking more of a dad stance on things, even if he didn't know what happened between you too.

"Oh...where is she?" you frowned a little, you we're so sure that she was here.

"At a friends," he grumbles and you sigh loudly.

"Well...I made dinner and thought we could go fishing but...here, just take it," you put your arm out for him to take the bag of the loving meal you made.

"You can come inside, ya know? She'll be back soon," he stepped to the side to give you space to walk in.

You feel yourself smiling as it sounds like you may actually have a chance to make things right with her. You step in, brushing past him. He takes your fishing gear and sets it down by the door after he shuts it.

"How soon do you think she'll be back? I don't want her food to get cold...'ts not good when it's cold nd I don't need her getting any angrier with me," you questioned as you set the bag down on the dining table.

His ranch was decorated the way any other ranch was, mostly brown, lots of leather but he had a whole wall up of pictures of him and Ellie. That made you smile whenever you got to see it. He had some booksheleves too, they were mostly filled with books for Ellie or records of his own.

"I'll keep it warmed up in the oven," he suggests and takes the food as you hand it off to him.

"Hell happened between you two anyway?" he questions while placing the food in the oven and turning it on the lowest degree.

"She didn't tell you?" you took a seat at the table and Joel turned around with his head shaking.

"Well...I got upset with her. I was having a rough morning and I forgot I promised to take her fishing but I kinda just blew her off," you confessed like it was a grave-worthy sin(which it was in her book).

"Ellie don't like bein' lied to...or broken promises. You can be straight with her but can't go lashing out at her," he shook his head and joined you at the table

"I know...I feel like a complete asshole," you groaned and rubbed your face.

"Why we're you havin' a rough mornin'?" he questions and folds his arms over his chest again.

He's dressed in his usual, a plain black t-shirt and worn blue jeans that come over his boots a little. He rubs his hand over his bear while thinking to himself, you aren't that inclined to answer but you figure if anyone can help you with Ellie, it's him.

"Remember Alex?" you dropped your hand from your face and looked right at him.

"Your boyfriend? Yeah, I remember him,"

"Mm...well he's not my boyfriend anymore. Caught him halfway inside some girl a week ago," you confessed and rubbed your hand over your arm at the sickening thought.

Joel didn't move, didn't even blink. He stared at you, his mouth opened to speak but instead he closed his mouth and clenched his jaw. He thought he should speak words of comfort, something real nice or something to take your mind of things but that would be Joel at all. So he said what Joel would say.

"Knew he was a piece 'ah shit when he couldn't even fix your sink," he grumbles with a straight face and you can't help but laugh.

You remembered that day, you noticed your sink was leaking and when you asked Alex to fix it he looked at you like an idiot. Joel came over in no time and fixed the sink, all while side eying and shaking his head at your perfectly capable boyfriend.

"Thanks, Joel," you laughed softly.

" 'm serious. All he had to do was tighten the damn pipe," he shook his head, growing more irritated with just the memory.

"Well I guess I coulda done that too—"

"If there's a man in the house, fuck do you need to be fixin' pipes for?" His voice cut's through yours like cake, the veins of his forearms are popping out as he furrows his brows.

"I mean I guess...wasn't that big of a deal at the time I suppose. You came over, didn't you? If I got you...I don't need my boyfriend to know how to fix pipes then, do I?" you suggested and practiclly lost it at that.

"If my woman called over another man to fix something in our house 'cause I couldn't do it, I'd be pretty damn ashamed...I'll tell ya that." he scoffs lightly and shifts in his seat.

Joel was traditional in more ways than one so you didn't take any real offense when he made comments like those. You knew it was coming from a good place and deep down, you knew he was right. For a second you found yourself wishing there were more men like Joel in town, handy, smart, handsome and sweet. You couldnt see Joel cheating on his partner neither could you see him not knowing how to tighten a damn pipe.

"Do you think...Ellie'll forgive me?" you gulped, fearing for the answer as you come down from your laughter.

"You we're planning on taking her fishing when she comes back?" he looks over at your fishing gear by the door and you nod.

"Then yeah...she'll forgive you. But only if she catches something out there., if not—you're dead meat," he teases and leans forward a bit in his chair.

"Then I'll dig for some worms instead of using my plastic bate, just for her,"

"I'm sure she'll appreciate that," he lets out half a laugh and you glance over to the food.

"I guess I could save the dessert for all of us to eat together. Are you hungry?" you reach for the bag before he even answers.

"Starvin'," he nods and you slide over his plate to him.

You hand him a fork and a knife, when he moves the lid off the plte, his eyes flicker wide a bit.

"God damn you really want her to forgive you, huh? You made steaks?" He laughs for real this time and the sound is sweeter than honey, hoarse and rough just like him but it fits him.

"I know it's been a while since she's had them...thought this would do the trick," you confessed, knowing you took on double shifts all week just to be able to get these.

"Damn right it will. Look's fuckin' delicious...haven't had a meal like this in forever," he confesses and you smile at him from across the table.

"Well I hope you like it," you smile at him just before he takes a bite of the piece he'd cut off.

"How'd ya know I like it medium rare?"

"Took a wild guess...and Ellie like's hers well done, right? Cause if she see's the blood she'll start remembering that it comes from a cow?" you inquired and Joel nodded with a chuckle.

"She's a sweet kid...I didn't mean to make her so upset. I really hope she forgives me," you mumble while cutting into your own steak.

"She will. Don't sweat it," he assures you but you're sure he's just saying that because you fed him.

"How can you be so sure?"

" 'ts like you said. She's a sweet kid but she...she feels things real deep, ya know? I don't know if it's 'cause she's fifteen or if that's just her but...she likes hangin' out with you, especially you." He corrects himself and the correction makes you pause.

"Why "especially" me?" you wondered.

"You don't treat her like a kid like everyone else...you talk to her like she's a regular person—an adult...you don't sugarcoat shit either with her. Even if she's never said it, she appriciates it." he informs calmly and it makes your heart swell knowing you have that much of an effect on her.

"Think you might outrank me for favorite person," he sticks his fork into the mashed potatoes you made.

"No way. You'll always be her favorite., you're her dad," she titles rolls off your tongue faster than you can stop it and you pause with the fork in your hand.

"Shit...I—I didn't mean that. I just—"

"It's okay," he cuts off and continues eating.

Silence flows between the two of you for a few minutes, you're both eating but you're practiclly cursing at yourself for making things awkward. Joel doesn't look all that bothered though, just as stoic and deadpanned looking as usual. Your eyes trace over more than just his face though, you look down at his arms, his biceps a little dirty from working the ranch and some dirt over his neck.

" 'm sorry about your ex. Don't nobody deserve to be treated that way...especially by someone you we're doin' chairty work for by datin'," He breaks the silence between the two of you and his comment makes you smile.

"Thanks, Joel...really," you grinned kindly at him, enough to make his heart race without him even noticing.

As you're looking at each other, you hear the lock on the door click and second later Ellie's walking in. She freezes at the sight of you, both of you sitting at the table like that. You're sure she's feeling ambushed and a way, she is being ambushed.

"Hey..." you croak out.

She looks over at Joel, he gives her a reassuring nod and she takes a step forward.

"Hi." she says meekly before approaching slow.

"I...brought dinner and dessert—steak and a peach cobbler I made...I got my fishing gear too, if you still wanted to go?" you hummed nervously and for some reason, her brows raise with the widening of her eyes.

"How the fuck did you get a steak?"

"Ellie." Joel says warningly.

"How the freak did you get a steak?" she corrects herself, moving closer to the table.

"Worked doubles all week...gave away some canned goods too," you answered and she looks at you all wide eyed as she sits down at the table.

"You didn't have to do all that..." she mumbles and you give her a playful kick under the table.

"I wanted to...I'm real sorry, Ellie. I should've kept my promise and I should'nt have yelled at you like that...I just..." your voice falters and you happen to glance over at Joel, he looks at you before nodding his head.

"Alex cheated on me and I...I wasn't handiling it too well. I took it out on you, I'm sorry." you explained to her and without missing a beat, she mirrors Joel.

"That bastard." she curses and to your surprise, Joel doesn't give her a warning glare.

"I'll allow it, this once," Joel shrugs when both you and Ellie look at him in surprise to his silence.

"I'll get your plate, Ellie." you excuse yourself and get up from the table, you walk around Joel and from his peripheral he can see more than he should in those shorts of yours.

You take her plate out of the oven and turn it off, when you set it in front of her she's already practically drooling. You smile at her as you sit down.

"Will it be too late to fish by the time we're done eating?"

"Nope. Best time to fish is early in the morning and in the evening," you informed her and she smiled while cutting into the steak.

"Oh fuck yeah...if I catch something out there, you're totally forgiven," she nods excitedly and you and Joel look at each other with a slight grin.

Dinner carries on with laughter and teasing, plus a few more scolds from Joel when Ellie's cursing gets the best of her. Joel leaves you two too it, offering to do the dishes while you and Ellie walk to the lake behind the horses stable on Joel's ranch. You have all your gear and so does she, you stop just on the bank of the lake and get Ellie all set up.

You'd already dug up enough worms, Ellie refused to help and told you it was your punishment for being mean. You had them in a little plastic tub, you slid it onto her hook and then yours. First, you showed her how she should be casting out, she was a quick learner so it didn't take her long at all to get the hang of things.

You stayed out there for a while, taking in the absolutely gorgeous sunset hanging just above the top of the walls. The sky was bright orange and pink, fading out the farther the clouds got from the sun. The wind was blowing softly, the frayed ends of your shorts brushed against your thighs warmly.

The yellow grass swayed nicely, Ellie was telling you about her day and you listened to every word. It didn't take long before she got a bite, you we're cheering her on from the sidelines until she got it up and out of the water.

"Holy fucking shit! I caught one!" she cheered happily, you didn't bother trying to warn her about her cursing since Joel wasn't around.

"Hold still, I'll get a picture," you grabbed the camera from your back pocket and dropped your fishing pole recklessly just to get the picture.

"Hurry! This fucker's gonna bite me or somethin'!" she said excitedly which had you laughing.

"Got it. You wanna keep the fish or—"

"Hell no...I'm not a monster," she shook her head and you smflashed your smile at her, you helped her get the hook out it's mouth before sending it back into the water.

By the time all that chaos came to an end, the sun was damn near gone and you and Ellie agreed it was best to head back before it was too dark out. You got back to the house fast, she was eager to tell Joel about the fish she caught and when you got back inside, she did exactly that. She was rambiling on like crazy, you stood there smiling the whole time.

"That was amazing! Why don't you ever take me fishing Joel?!" she suddenly snapped at him and he chuckled as he grabbed two beers from the fridge.

"I don't know how, kiddo," he shook his head and even that caught you off guard.

"Shit...I know how to do something that you don't? Are ya jealous?!" she teases and he groans with a shake of his head.

"Goodnight, Ellie." he says sharply and she flashes you a smile as a "thank you" for the hundreth time before rushing down to the basement where her bedroom was(by her own request).

"Did you wanna stay for a beer? Just as a thank you for takin' her?" he offered before twisting the lid off of the second beer.

"Sure...I'd love to," you agreed.

That's how you ended up on the couch next to Joel, sitting there with a beer in your hand as you talked.

"Peach cobbler was good...everything was good. Didn't know you were such a good cook," he complimented before taking a swig of his beer.

"Thank you...food's the quickest way to someones heart so I made sure I was skilled at it," you nodded proudly.

"So that's how you have so many friends?" he comments and sets his beer against his thigh.

"Well I'm sure it has something to do with my personality too, no?" you inquired and he just paused, whistiling teasingly until you nudged him playfully.

"Seriously though...thank you for all you do with Ellie. You give her things I know I'm not too good at," he turns his head to you as he rubs his hand against the back of his neck and suddenly the mood shifts.

"What do you mean?" you pulled the front of your brows together and leaned over to set your beer down on the coffee table.

"I don't know..I mean, affection and all that. I'm not too good with words either but you...you're good at that, huggin' her 'n stuff," he gulps and takes another sip of his liquid courage.

You pause for a minute, just looking at him curiously. He can feel your piercing gaze though he tries to avoid it at first. You've never heard him sound so insecure and ironically it was at the thing you thought he was best at. Being a dad. Being there for Ellie. He was always there for her, you didn't think there was anything he could ever do that she would see as wrong. It was sweet, really...even if he wasn't her dad or said he wasn't, he was. At least you saw it that way.

The sight of him rubbing his hand against the back of her neck nervously made your heart flutter. It made your stomach twist into knots. He was a good man, a good father, a good handyman...he was everything a man should be and the thought made you squirm. You weren't even halfway done with the beer, you weren't big on the taste anyway, there was no way you could blame this sudden feeling on the alcohol that hadn't even hit you yet.

Joel can feel you still staring, he turns his head over to you and drops his hand from his neck to his lap.

"What?" he hums.

Your body moves on it's own, sitting here like this, having conversations of intimacy you'd never felt before sends a pulse throughout you. A pulse that makes you tilt your head to the side a little and part your lips. He doesn't move, doesn't tell you to stop, he glances down at your lips moving towards his and before you know it, your lips are crashing down on his.

You kiss him slow 'n sweet, taking your time to figure out Joel Miller through his lips. You can't help it. He tastes sweet in a way you never imagined, your hand finds it's way to the back of his neck and his settles around your waste as he kisses you back. You're hungry for him, a low groan escapes from his mouth as he kisses. You wonder how much louder you can make him, how much louder he could be in your ear.

You're moving without fear of consequence as you settle yourself on his lap. He sets his beer down without even looking, kissing you back eagerly. His beard scrapes against your face but you don't even care, you hold his face in your hands as you take what your heart wants, what your body needs. You've never really considered seeing Joel in this kind of light but now that you were, you we're cursing yourself for being so blind.

You we're trying to make a man out of your ex when the man who didn't need your TLC was right in front of you this whole time.

His hand slips down to your ass, gripping it in the shorts he's been pretending not to eye you in. For some reason, him gripping your ass makes reality settle for him and the realness of what he's doing.

He breaks from the kiss, your lips seperating with a loud smack.

"We...we shouldn't f'done that," he whispers ever so softly.

You gulp, still sitting on his lap with your hands still holding his face. His hand his still on your ass as he body tells you one thing and his words say another. You have no desire to move, no desire to go back to the reality in which you have to teach some other man how to be a man.

You want to stay right here...with him.

note: let me know if you guys want a part 2? comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

[cloverapple]

hey clover i'd like to hear your thoughts on something

sorry this is going to be long and you dont have to respond to this if youre uncomfortable with it

okay so the law of assumption states that this is a universal law and that it applies to everyone regardless of feelings or circumstances correct? what all these blogs, coaches, master manifestors, master shifters deem to use LOA to shift to manifest etc etc

Then why is it that some of us who have been consistent with the law, im talking about months and months of consistency, years even, sure there may be a little crash out here or two (i mean genuinely can you blame us for that??? we're human and when we see another success story online when we have been persisting for as long as we have known the law or our desires, how can be not spiral and go "did we do something wrong?? are we the outliers? why is it that they can manifest and we can't? is it that we're not strong enough? is it that we didnt do enough? etc etc; you get my point) like personally, i did everything in my power that i could. i took two weeks of saturation sessions, 3 hours EVERY SINGLE DAY to affirm that i have shifted. when I still appear to be in my DR, i thought okay nevermind i'll try robotic affirming instead and i robotically affirmed my way for months on end, persisting, "living in the end", flipping all negative thoughts, telling myself no, i've shifted. i logged off tumblr, i logged off twitter, i stopped consuming manifestation content. i just continued to live in my CR assuming that its done and that im in my DR. but still, no shift. still in CR.

then there was a challenge or something i think a 50k affirmation challenge where you affirm for 50k times on your desires. success stories from anons were pouring in and i was like okay this is for sure going to work. and i did that. i set aside 3 days to do 50k. but then i was like why not go for 100k, that should really lock it in. and i.did.just.that. but funnily enough the law seems to be broken. or is it me?

i genuinely do not know why some people can "assume and persist" and get what they want straight away or like within days, while some of us while being consistent with our new story, seemed like the law broke and doesnt work for us. yeah i know some LOA bloggers are going to see this and go " WELL YEAH YOU JUST ASSUMED IT DIDNT WORK" but in all seriousness you do not know how hard we were consistent with our new story? the effort we took to change our thoughts? how hard we locked in? and you're telling me ONE SINGLE DOUBT or STATEMENT can ruin months end or years end of effort on the new story??? how does that make any sense? Like I understand we are not victims, I never said I was, but when we are candid about stuff like that, we are just told that we somehow cause this ourselves or that we are "victimising" ourselves when we are just tired and wonder why this feels like a chore more than it being effortless like the limitless being that we are?

sorry if this began to sound like a rant mid ask that wasnt my intention and im not shitting on LOA either i am just merely expressing my frustration and maybe your insight could help shed light on why this happens

I’m going to use an example from my own life. When I was younger—ages 13 to 16—I was deep, deep, deep in the subliminal community. I was consuming everything. Every creator, every subliminal out there, I was there. Dude I was in that community so long I remember when MindPower got exposed (idk if you know who MindPower is, that’s lore for another time lmao).

The point is, I stayed consistent for years. And it was always the same type of subliminals, even if I switched them around. The intention was always appearance changes—I wanted to look prettier, skinnier, like a bjd, all that. And I never saw results. Maybe my eyelashes grew a little, maybe I looked a tiny bit cuter, but it was never the results I actually wanted, no matter how consistent I was.

And it’s not that I doubted subliminals worked (I didn’t, and I still don’t. People get results with them all the time).

But I think the problem was, I was forcing myself to use them because I wanted them to work for me. I wanted the satisfaction of looking different and posting a success story on Amino. I wanted that so bad. But eventually, I got so tired of not seeing results, and I didn’t blame the subliminals—I blamed myself. So I just stopped using them altogether.

Then I turned to the Law of Assumption, manifestation, non-duality—a whole hodgepodge of things. And as soon as I started using the Law of Assumption (LOASS), everything started falling into place. Immediately. This was a couple years ago, not now, but back then I would script like crazy, affirm, rampage affirmations, assume, all of it, and stuff just worked because I was using it, and things were moving accordingly. I was manifesting.

But then, the weirdest thing happened over the years: the stuff that used to work for me, stopped working. Even assuming started to feel off, like it didn’t click with how my mind worked anymore. And this is around the time I got into shifting.

But I never doubted the Law of Assumption, and I still don’t. I used it to shift, so even if I’m not preaching it as hard as I was a few months ago, I still believe in it. It’s a valid law people practice and get results from.

Something I’ve said here before, and still stand by, is that the Law of Assumption isn’t one-size-fits-all. You mold the Law of Assumption to fit you—you don’t mold yourself to fit the Law of Assumption.

And if along the way it shifts into something else that isn’t quite the Law of Assumption but works for you, that’s okay. That’s what happened to me. My beliefs aren’t strictly LOASS anymore because they’ve evolved to fit me.

I think where a lot of people get stuck—and this is just my opinion—is that they keep trying to do something that doesn’t actually work for them, for years.

I know, I know, there’s the whole “you’re just assuming it doesn’t work for you,” but let’s be real: sometimes it just doesn’t click, doesn’t resonate, doesn’t feel good to do, doesn’t bring joy or satisfaction. But you keep forcing yourself because “everyone else has results, so I should too.” And in my opinion, it doesn’t work like that.

Because the assumption, or “observation” as I like to call it: “I’m already in my DR,” works just as well as “I’m shifting to my DR.” It works just as well.

I think manifestation and shifting are a process of elimination. You try something, and if it doesn’t work for you, you tweak it.

If it still doesn’t work, you move on to something else. You pull in facets of your personality, your likes, your dislikes, the way you operate—because you live with yourself every day, you know yourself—and you mold your own version of “rules” and “reality” that fit you.

And this might be a little controversial, idk, but people tend to follow where the majority goes.

Law of Attraction (LOA) isn’t as preached as it used to be, but it’s still practiced and valid. Then LOA got overshadowed when the LOASS blew up, and people started saying “LOA sucks, LOA never worked for me, LOA is trash, LOA didn’t get me my desires, LOA is just wishful thinking, LOA is a scam, LOA this, LOA that,” and people jumped ship to LOASS because “well, if it worked for them, it should work for me.”

But sometimes it shouldn’t, because what resonated with your awareness was LOA. And that’s okay.

You can’t just eliminate a law, a method, a technique, a framework, because all of it is the same thing. They’re all just different methods of redirecting your awareness to observe the reality you want until all other possibilities collapse into that one.

If someone thrives using the Law of Assumption, then use it. If someone thrives using the Law of Attraction, use it. If someone thrives using prayer and their religion, use it. If someone thrives using subliminals, use them.

And here’s how I view it: the moment you feel like you’ve tried everything, that nothing works and you’re just stuck, that’s when you need to step back and realize how weird it is that took action to get the thing, and don’t have it.

That’s why I keep saying: you can’t have the action, the intention, without the outcome.

The moment you did the action, the intention, you already had the outcome. So in my opinion, yeah, a lot of people are living in an illusion where they aren’t “master shifters” or “master manifesters” and think they don’t have their desires, when they do.

There’s this icontinuity illusion where they believe they don’t have what they spent years working towards, when they do.

If someone thrives with the Law of Assumption, loves using it, and it’s what resonates with them, but they’ve been trying for years with no results, it’s weird. It’s not that they failed, or that the LOASS doesn’t work. It’s that they’ve set so much intention over the years that they already have their desire, but they’re still looking for proof.

And the way LOASS is often taught in these spaces is that you can’t waver, can’t look for proof, can’t do this, can’t do that.

But in my opinion, you already have the proof: you took action, you held the intention, you soaked yourself in the assumption for years. That is proof that it’s yours. So now, naturally, as a consequence, you have it. You decided you have the thing, you have the thing. It’s as easy or as complicated as you make it.

You just have to break out of the illusion that you’re powerless or don’t have what you intended, because the proof is right there: you did the work, you set the intention, you made the assumption. So you have the thing. Naturally. You can’t do something and not have the outcome of it.

Idk if any of this makes sense to you, but this is just how I view it.

[beef-brisket]

They sat down in the backyard, somewhere they could laugh or cry without disturbing Charlie, it was a little gathering area Teddy had built when he and Adam had first got together. The plan was for Adam to host some of his old band mates here, but that quickly ended when they started being assholes.

Adam wasn't surprised, but he hoped his few harsh words before the gathering would have been enough but... nope. Dumb cunts.

He quickly made up for it. Fucking on the very tile Teddy laid down- but he won't tell Lucifer that.

Lucifer: Nother beer?

Adam: Yeah, why not?

The blonde chuckled as he leaned over to the chillie bin, grabbing two more beers: Well, it leads to intoxication, which means you're more likely to act like a fool and make poor decisions. Not to mention the slight possibility that you'll do something that'll make the cops get called on you. Need any other reasons?

Adam narrowed his eyes as Lucifer held out a beer for him, a shit eating smile on his face: You think you're funny, huh?

Lucifer: Oh, I think I'm hilarious.

Rolling his eyes, Adam took the beer and popped open the cap with the butt of his lighter. Which definitely caught Lucifer's eye.

Lucifer: You smoke?

Adam: Huh? Oh- nah. This is one of my band mates. He was fucking around with it, so I stole it... don't tell the cops if they get called.

Lucifer chuckled: I'm not nark... actually, now that I think about it-.

Adam: You ARE a nark? Ah, shet.

Lucifer: No! No- I just... I've never heard you play. Or sing. Do you... still do that? Dad was funding it, right?

Adam: Uh... yeah... he was... I haven't played since- uh... I haven't even talked to them. M-Maybe one day I'll play something on the acoustic, not really feeling the heavy stuff right now.

Lucifer smiled softly: I'd like that. I remember you playing a little but in high school, it's good to see that you stuck to it.

Adam: Yeah, I... didn't want to say anything to Ted, but... I'm kinda over it. I'm over the people, I just... want to create what I want to- I'm not feeling the same thing they are- I don't want to do metal anymore, I just... want to sing my fucking heart out- it's like... I need to scream but they're holding me back- I just feel like that means I'm wasting every shred of kindness Teddy had ever given me. I went to him because of the fuck band- and now I don't care about it anymore- they haven't even messaged me to see if I'm okay, or when I'm coming back- nothing! I... I wish I had said something earlier... having his advice right now would be so, so fucking great... fuck.

He hadn't realised he was crying. Music was his soul and for the last three and a half years, Teddy was his life, and now, he was slowly loosing both of them.

Lucifer: ...I don't think he'd be mad. I think the opposite. He'd encourage you, Ad. He'd say something sweet and empowering, and you'd get back in there and play that acoustic. I... don't know what he'd say, exactly, but I know it would have made you feel better. It probably would have inspired you.

Adam smiled: Oh yeah. He has- had a way with words. Maybe... once everything with Lilith is over, I'll play something. For you... If you want to hear it, of course.

Lucifer: Of course! Damn, now I have to take her down double quick.

The two laughed and clinked their beers together.

Sugar baby!au

This one's a bit different- maybe because I love Adam being a little shit 👀

Lucifer and Adam used to be best friends in high school, but they had a falling out after Adam caught Lucifer and his girlfriend at the time, Lilith, in her bed.

After Adam moved schools, they didn't see each other for ten years. Lucifer went on to do woodworking and eventually made a toy start up. And after Lilith left him, he was forced to move back in with his dad.

Since he moved in, his dad wouldn't stop gushing about some singer he's dating. Lucifer didn't really care, he has his own issues. But when he saw the person his dad was dating, Lucifer was disgusted- and extremely annoyed.

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Adam: Sup, loser.

Lucifer: What the hell are you doing here?!

Adam smirked: I'm fucking your dad, shit lips!

-

Queue Lucifer's compain to destroy his father's relationship with Adam- who's obviously using him to fun his music career.

Adam's having a great time pissing Lucifer off, but he also hates the fact that he still has a crush on his ex best friend.

I love this so fucking much. I want to do this simply for this line: You want to date my dad? Fine. But he is a good man and deserves to be happy so you're either with him because you love him, or step away.

And Lucifer is only staying with his dad because Lilith got the fucking house lol He's looking for a new one but the market is a MESS.

Maybe Lilith calls Lucifer up and says she's pregnant adding to another layer of it. Because not only is he getting divorced but there's a custody battle in future.

[throatgoatgeto]

°•°☆WELCOME TO MY PADDED CELL!!! ☆°•°

(image from pinterest lol)

hi!! my name is bea, i'm 20 years old and kinda new to tumblr. i have had accounts and lurked around but i never really had my own blog or anything like that. i don't really understand how this site works so please forgive me if my posts are a bit odd, i am probably just going to treat it like twitter for now 💀

i don't really write ffs or draw well enough to post on here yet, but maybe in the future i will. for now i'll probably just be shitposting or ranting lmao. however, if you are an artist or writer i would love to interact with you and reblog your work! i'm just looking to make friends and have fun 😋

dni list: bigots of any kind (boo 🍅🍅🍅), if you post/reblog smut or any explicit content of canonically minor characters (jail), rude weirdos who start drama and think they're regina george reincarnate (you're not her), if you are under 16. if a minor over 16 idrc, this isn't an explicit blog per say, but i do interact with smut or talk about nsfw topics sometimes so keep that in mind.

i am mostly here for jjk content, especially geto or satosugu stuff but here are some other interests of mine/fandoms: nana, tomie, death note (i love lawliet), kpop (nct, enha, ateez, aespa, xlov, and more), fashion, jewellery, makeup, cute and girly stuff, puppies, astrology, manifestation, singing/music, drawing, working out (i'm trying to get back into it lol)

PLEASE BE MY FRIEND PLEASE PLEASE I PROMISE I AM HILARIOUS AND REALLY NICE 🙏🙏🙏 MY IRLS ARE SICK OF HEARING ME TALK ABOUT SUGURU 🥀🥀🥀

[sholiofic]

ME AGAIN - an alternate prompt/suggestion if you're in more of a h/c mood. maybe something where gurathin gets exposed to/drugged with some of the substances he used during his spy days? bonus points if MB, who i dont think knows about the addiction stuff, helps somehow?

(Slight references to physical illness, but nothing graphic.)

Update: Also posted on AO3 as Soft Reboot (1800 wds).

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Okay, so I really did not expect Gurathin to be good at this spy stuff. I mean, I didn't have to do anything, I just had to stand around with my helmet sealed and look like a SecUnit with a working governor module, which I know I am good at. Gurathin had to do the talking. I knew what Gurathin was like normally when he was trying to talk to people, so do you blame me if I had doubts? And he didn't even have 13,237 hours (and counting) of entertainment to fall back on. (I should have loaded up some spy media beforehand. Actually, that's a good idea. I quietly circumvented the station's packet trace and downloaded some while I was standing around anyway.)

But the thing is, he actually was good at it. I was reading his biometrics, so I could tell he was stressed. But he did know how to talk to these particular people. Which is why I noticed immediately when his body language started going sideways and his biometrics got weird and -- shit.

I think you've been given some kind of substance, I sent to him over the feed. I was by the wall, standing with the other SecUnits belonging to those who had brought their personal security to the tech conference. (Show-offs.) He was down on the showroom floor. I was tracking him visually using the surveillance cameras that I'd hacked into, which -- as per usual for CR space -- were everywhere, but I wasn't close enough to hear him or easily get to him, which suddenly seemed like an even bigger security problem than I had realized before.

What do you mean? he asked, alarmed. I could tell that he also subvocalized it, which was worrying. Usually Gurathin was one of the few humans I'd met who could talk in the feed without giving himself away, and he wasn't slow on the uptake. (By human standards, I mean.) If I'd had any doubts before, I didn't now.

Drugged. You're drugged. Don't say anything else. Meet me by the door.

By the time he got to me, he had visibly deteriorated. He was sweating and shaking and his pulse rate was changing by the moment. Not good. I didn't see anyone moving in our direction, though, or security taking any notice of us.

"Damn it, damn it," Gurathin muttered as we went into the hall, stumbling and supporting himself on the wall, me walking behind him with my helmet up and looking SecUnit-y. I couldn't reach out to steady him because a SecUnit wouldn't touch their client without being told to, and I knew we were being surveilled from several angles in the hallway. "This is ... fuck. It can't be in the air. It must have been in my drink."

Or transferred via touch contact. Can you make it to the elevator?

"Yeah," he ground out. "I'll be okay. I'll have it under control in a minute."

Under control? But he was right, by the time we were at the elevator he was walking straighter and steadier, and clearly didn't need my help. 

Do you have augments for this? I asked him.

He shook his head. Through clenched teeth, he said, "Just used to it. I lost my, my .... forgot how to deal, I guess. It's coming back to me."

We got into the elevator. I immediately put its cameras on a loop and did a quick scan for listening devices, then put my helmet down. "We can talk here. What do you mean, it's coming back to you?"

His vital signs were still all over the place, pulse dangerously elevated, body temperature fluctuating, and his skin glistened unpleasantly with sweat. I could see him shaking slightly with the effort of maintaining control, shoving his hands under his arms as if holding himself in place. 

Still, he wasn't feeling too shitty to give me a swift sideways glare. "What did you look at when you were inside my head, anyway?"

His verbal filters had to be down by a good 50% for him to ask me that. We never talked about it. But I gave him an answer anyway. "I couldn't really understand what I saw. I had never scanned an augmented human before. It was a blur. Incompatible systems. Just -- flashes. What about when you had me in your head?" I retorted, because turnabout's fair play, augmented human.

That actually made him smile a little. "Same. Flashes. Incompatible systems." I wasn't sure if I believed that entirely (I was pretty sure he had some organic echoes of the experience, I just didn't want to think about it) but then he lost the smile completely and said, "I took substances like this when I was living in, and working for, the Corporation Rim."

"Oh," I said. It was all I could think of to say, and even that was on a delay of almost 1.2 seconds.

"They used them to keep me under control. If I haven't had this before, it was similar. So I know how to move and act normally when I'm using it." His teeth were chattering now; I could hear it now and then when he talked. It was why he was keeping his jaw locked.

"You mean," I said, "they drugged you against your will?" And then I felt stupid. I knew what he meant from the look he gave me. Most good shows, and a lot of the inferior ones as well, have a drug addiction plotline at some point.

"I wouldn't even be telling you this if I hadn't been dosed," he said tightly. "Inhibitions are down."

I had been afraid of that. "So stop talking."

We were at our floor anyway. I put my helmet back up, because I didn't yet have a good enough rapport with the hallway cameras to be sure they wouldn't record us. In our room, I already had the system on a fairly convincing loop, so I wasn't too worried about that. We went in, and Gurathin headed straight for the bathroom.

"If I ingested it," he said to me over his shoulder, "I need to get as much of it out as possible."

"Okay," I said a little blankly, and hoped he wasn't going to ask for help. He shut the door, so I guessed not. I promptly dialed the Sanctuary Moon theme song way up to cover whatever noises he might be making in there, and dialed down my helmet again. I generally didn't wear my armor in the hotel room, but I thought maybe I ought to leave it on this time in case we were going to be attacked. 

I went into the room's mini-kitchen, because I wasn't sure what else to do. Then I just stared at the various options, scanning them like that would make a difference. I didn't know anything about food and drinks except from shows (which were highly unreliable on this matter compared to how often humans ate in real life), and watching my humans eat (which I tried not to do if I could help it). So I had no idea if there was anything in the kitchen that would help or even if it was possible for an ingested substance to help in a situation like this, but most humans did tend to use food and drinks as an emotional soothing tactic. Did Gurathin? I wasn't sure. I did know that he didn't drink alcohol or ingest stimulants, even the mild liquid one that were common both in and out of Corporate Rim space. Nothing in Medcenter Argala was helpful here in the slightest.

However, even without guidance, by the time he came out I had figured out what to do, more or less. He looked even worse than when he had gone in, pale and sweaty, with his hair plastered to his forehead, but he wasn't shaking as much. He went to the couch and sat on it and stared at nothing.

"I made you tea," I said.

This seemed to take a minute to penetrate, and then he looked around. "What?"

"I made tea." I decided not to mention that I had never done it before, but Bharadwaj and Arada both made it a lot, and I had watched them enough times to have a general idea. "It's not the kind with stimulants. It's the other kind."

He huffed out a noise that I couldn't relate to a known emotion. "I don't think I want to drink anything right now. No, wait, you know, bring it over here anyway. I can hold it."

Humans liked doing that, holding food and drink items without consuming them. I wasn't sure why, it seemed pretty pointless to me, but it seemed to help them sometimes when they were upset. I brought the cup of tea, and he took it from my armored hands while looking up at me. I avoided looking directly at him, but I took the opportunity to read his surface temperature.

"You're chilled," I said.

He huffed that sound again. About 25% match on a laugh. "Drugging and forced purging will do that. Ask me how I know."

I couldn't think of anything else to offer, so I just stood there. Punching things and shooting things were my skill set. I had routines for dealing with injured clients, but that mostly involved getting them to a medbay or some other option that wasn't a SecUnit. "Do you need medical attention?" I asked.

Gurathin shook his head and winced like his head hurt. "No, I just -- I guess I need to get through this." A shiver wracked him, and I suddenly realized that there was something I could do after all. I turned abruptly (I heard him say "SecUnit?" behind me), got a blanket off one of the beds, and came back and dropped it on the couch beside him.

"Uh ... thanks." He pulled it over his legs. "You were in the camera feeds on the tech floor, right? I'd like to go over those, trace my movements, see if we can figure out what happened."

I wanted something to do too, preferably involving shooting someone. I reached out in the feed and began to gather in the data. "Will this make your headache worse?"

He looked up briefly, like he was surprised I could tell, or maybe surprised I had asked. "I don't care," he said. "I want to get the bastards."

I did too, so I could understand. I pushed a small part of the data at him in the feed. If he could tell I was keeping the much larger part, he didn't say anything about it. I sat beside him on the couch -- a normal, governed SecUnit never would, but he'd made it clear to me from the start that I could if I wanted to when we were alone, like I cared what he thought about it anyway -- and started sifting through the different camera angles. Beside me, Gurathin was obviously doing likewise. I made a shared workspace in our feed, tagged anything that might be relevant and put it in for him to look at too.

He stopped shivering after a while. He still held the cup of tea.

[darkniters]

jschlatt who wants to work out

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it starts slow, just a notion in the back of his head. an urge to want to get fit to improve himself in the long run.

but doing it himself just seemed like torture. i mean, if he's not in shape now, how is he gonna keep to it.

and so he joins a gym. a local one a few blocks away from his house. seemed like a good start and was a good place according to reviews online. it homed locals who were in a similar position as him, not committed to being gym rats but with a burning passion to be better.

there were machines, but also a lot of physical, non technical stuff that you're able to work on. schlatt decided to start there.

sauntering over in his tracksuit bottoms and loose shirt, his bottoms seeming a bit tight around his stomach. he mentally reminds himself that he needs to fix his diet if he's gonna start doing this regularly.

but just as he lands to the weight tower, you bound over, returning one of the missing pair of weights. schlatt was alerted by this, he wasn't expecting someone to be so close to him so fast.

"sorry just gonna put these back here my bad my bad my baaayyyuuudddd" you say, scooting infront of him. your awkwardness humoring him, sounds like you weren't expecting to run into anyone either. just as quickly as you landed over, you were gone, making your way to the other side of the room to do a glute workout.

he's efatuated by you, captured by your quirkiness and awkwardness upon immediately arrival. and he's hooked.

.

.

.

but there's still that burn. just because he's seen somebody he's into doesn't mean it's time to give up working out so quickly.

so back to work he goes, siving through the weights to figure out which ones are good for him.

he finds them, and gets to work.

he does a few reps of the same thing, alternating between the few stretches he reminders from doing gym in highschool. but knows he's clearly not doing them well. there's a shake in his stance, and his stature is the least confident he's felt on his adult life in a long time.

a hand taps his shoulder. he turns, pulling an earphone out in the process.

its you! again! just now with a bit more hair standing and clinging to your face. you've been working out hard.

"sorry for. interrupting your workout. and sorry if this is rude but, i've noticed your stances aren't doing much to actually improve your body.. i was wondering if we could workout together sometime? we could definitely help eachother i think." you say, your voice unsure if this is a good idea, aftaid of what the man infront of you was gonna say in return to your proposal.

maybe he's trying to get into bodybuilding.. what do you know about bodybuilding. well maybe one or two things but that won't be relevant to him!

however, despite your fear of rejection, he smiles. not a beam but a closed mouth soft smile. and he nods at you "that would be one of the best things ever actually. yeah."

"oh nice! cool!" you laugh a little. "oh right let me give you my contact stuff so we can plan a day."

schlatt proceeds to hand his phone to you, already on the new contact page, and you hastily type in your details. then you pass it back to him.

"text me when you can.. um..." you trail off, realizing you don't know the man you just asked to be your gym partners name at all.

"johnathan, but schlatts alright too, it's my last name. it doesn't matter much to me." he bubbles out, so used to talking to other streamers and introducing himself through his screen name, using his real name seems trivial.

"cool. well, im finished up for the day, but i'll let you know when i'm gonna work out again." you smile.

you turn on your heal, and give him a look over your shoulder, and then proceed to leave. he gives you a wave as you leave, and then looks at your name on his phone.

he sends a text your way, making sure you have his number as well, just a simple "great to meet you today." and in the matter of moments, you reply. nothing extravagant or crazy. just a simple:

:P.

-

oops sorry i was gone

[willel]

ST5 Teaser Trailer #2

I'm counting this as #2. Like yeah, the first teaser had lots of old footage but it was still a teaser.

So we start with the whole radio station thing. I thought they'd be broadcasting information on how to fight back and stay safe. Like, underground apocalypse rebels or something. But looking back, that might not make a lot of sense.

It might make more sense fro them to broadcast typical music over the radio waves and use the rest of the equipment to spy on the military. Broadcasting anything else could blow their cover and tip off the military on their location.

The scene opens with some kind of operation. Lucas, Steve, and Mike are leaving. I assume Dustin, Hopper and Jonathan are doing something as well.

I remember this projector, wasn't it a teaser picture from the Duffers? Or maybe the BTS trailer from long ago. If I remember right, Jonathan was next to it presenting something. Since it's still on, maybe it's connected to that.

So the military are doing "burns" and everyone is treating this like a big deal. In S2 they were also doing burns but only Hopper seemed aware of it (other than the lab itself). We know the burns were slowly pissing the Mind Flayer off, but do the lab/military know that?

Maybe the team does now so that's why they're all so tense? Are they waiting for Vecna to show up because of the burns? Else, I'm not sure why they're monitoring this so closely.

Anyway. LOOK AT MY TWINS OH MY GAWD

So, in S3, Will and El did a lot of this "knowing look" between them with no words exchanged. You could just chalk it up to the writers being awkward with them but I dunno. I always felt like they were somewhat on the same page which is why they always seemed to look at each other first.

I feel like this frame proves my feelings right. They don't know what the hell is going on either but ya know what? The person who would understand that feeling most is sitting right next to them.

Looking at this scene more, I'm thinking this flickering light thing doesn't usually happen. In fact, that's what tips them off that something is about to happen. Unlike previous seasons, they're being proactive. Communicating. Taking every little weird occurance or change seriously. Good on them.......

But I STILL wonder if they're properly looking after Will and his connection. Maybe that's why El is next to Will. In case something changes with him too??

So it's most certainly true that the "gate to hell" is in the library. Need I remind you, the library is where Joyce and Hopper found Will. Where the demogorgon took him and cocooned him for.... some reason.

My son crying. ejntaiokewntoawrfna Lucas, you will win this.

I was trying to find what machine is being used here with no luck. The "db" here made me think it was some kind of decibel meter. Or possibly a signal meter??? I dunno. It's probably not important in the grand scheme of things other than showing the audience something is coming. But if they found a new way to detect the baddies other than Will's neck, that'd be good

Guess Joyce and Hopper have more heartfelt chats. Good. Was sorely missing from season 3 and I'll forever be salty about that

So Dustin, Steven, Jonathan and Nancy are going to the Upside Down lab. For what I wonder. Maybe equipment? The lab in the rightside up has been emptied and vacant. BUT, since most of the Upside Down is a snapshot of 1983, maybe they'll find some stuff they need in there. Nancy being there kinda makes me think so since she's the one that put the pieces together last season. Maybe she puts forward this plan as well? Still not sure what it would be though. They aren't really dressed to fight. Maybe documents?

Nancy is holding a bag and Dustin is holding some kind of gadget. Hm... looks like a mini radio or something.

Judging by the faces of everyone here, I wonder if Dustin was pulling away from the Party and they were able to convince him not to or to go off on his own with this team gesture/pact?

Try as I might, I can't read the writing. I can vaguely read the street names, but not the notes they've taken. I see a little toy car down there near the bottom. So yeah, they must've discussed some sort of plan. I dunno.

Actually, all their little pieces are there. I don't think it's dustin's stuff because that's not Dustin's backpack based on other scenes.

Urg. This worries me. I just hope it ends up positive in the end. Not looking forward to the relationship drama but I guess it has to happen as some point. sigh

Unbelievable. Not only was the Demogorgon chasing him up trees, but Will was trying to jump trees? We saw in the BTS that he does not make that jump I'm pretty sure.

Also. Red lightning. Red ligning associated with Vecna/the Mind Flayer. I feel like that's a little bit of a retcon. Will said in S2 that the Upside Down was "worse" because there was a storm. This would imply the storm was always there and Will just... didn't notice? I mean, I guess when you're jumping a tree you might not noticing lightning but...................

I'm not usually a fan of how overdone the ST visual effects have gotten, but this sequence is COOL

It looks like.... a tornado behind the blue clouds???

This sequence is interesting. Max is still unconscious but Lucas is holding her in a military base? Maybe the hospital became unsafe so he had to rush and go get her to a 'safe' base but the base got infiltrated by dogs too? There's a red head next to him. Is it that girl Robin liked from last season?

So just like Will (I think?), El's screaming results in her passing out. I know im not to that part of the teaser yet, but it's definitely connected.

A demogorgon was bursting through the barn doors. It looks injured/burned.

Will passes out in the radio station I'm assuming? Based on the comfy chair and lamp behind him. Is it related to the burn? We haven't necessarily see Will pass out from Upside Down related stuff before, just go into a daze.

I THINK I see someone's hand there at the edge where the Netflix logo is? Hmmm

Karen and Holly in the bathtub? Kinda reminds of of Poltergist for some reason. Would explain why they're wet in the previous teaser.

Why would they be doing this though? Hiding from a storm? Bullets? Fire?

Actually, stepping back a little but, I've been looking at these melted bits. I assume this is the Upside Down venture they're on? Maybe the long bag Nancy was holding is her gun.

I think the team are in this van, running from the Demogorgon and end up in that barn. The Demogorgon doesn't look burnt yet though. So between then and now, something happens. Some kind of trap? Judging by the damaged van, maybe they do this all the time.

Actually, consider this. What if this has turned into some kind of Minecraft/Terraria situation. During the day, things are relatively normal. But at night, all the monsters come out night after night and everyone, including the townspeople, have to bunker down. Or else?

Or maybe there's a military curfew and you'll get in trouble if you're found outside. Or you'll go missing (aka get eaten/killed)

Anyway,

Mind Flayer found itself in the real world again

Hm... worried about this blood stuff. I swear it better not be Jonathan's

I mentioned it in the other post, but I am liking the lighting so far. The lighting on Will and El and then the lighting on Will here. It's so warm even though I'm sure something terrible is happening

This vaguely reminds me of S2 when the Mind Flayer realizes he's in the shed and Will closes his eyes. In this scene though, it looks a lot less like someone/something is forcing him to do that and he's doing it to concentrate or something.

I'm too lazy to gif it, but I noticed that El and Will are not technically passed out. They're both squirming on the ground

It makes me think these two scenes are connected. They did this a lot in S2, parallel Hopper and El with Joyce and Will. Wouldn't be surprised to see that back to back make a return.

Oops, reached the image limit so it'll just be talk from here on out.

[EL IN THE TANK]

I wonder what she's going back into the tank for? Training? I feel like it's pretty established that she can't find Max or Vecna in the void, but I guess that's not a reason to stop trying.

Will engulfed by thorny... something. At first glance you'd think those are nails on a hand, but they're not. I can't see the surrounding area but he's lit in blue. So maybe a vision of the Upside Down? We haven't actually seen him in the Upside Down himself so.... it's either than or just a night scene. I can't tell what he's wearing either.

[LUCAS COVERED IN BLOOD]

IS HE INJURED??? I assume not, looks like his early fit.

[EYEBALL]

Debating on whose eye this is? Definitely feels like a callback to S2, but it could just be how the trailer cut it. You know, from the eyeball to the tunnels like Will used to experience with the Now Memories.

[ERICA WITH THE NEEDLE]

Super S2 vibes. I assume they need to make someone unconscious against their will. Is this that new house people mentioned? I think I saw it in the BTS trailer. Those curtains I mean. I thought it was the Wheeler's but someone told me it wasn't. Not sure who needs the shot though of the people we saw with Erica. Other than Will?

[EL JUMPING THE BUS]

There's a clip of soldiers running through the trees. And then later, El jumping this bus. Maybe they were chasing her? I guess it's not uncommon for her to get spotted and have to run away. She could kill them all, but that would just stir up animosity. Besides, they need all that fodder to distract Vecna probably.

So a Demogorgon is what jumps out of the hole. Maybe it jumps out, lays waste to the soldiers, and then out comes Vecna? Vecna who has overcome fire btw. Not a great sign.

"Found you."

He says. Hm.................................

Anyway, that's my analysis for now. Willing to chat about it here!

[nekole-doodles]

The Date Everything brainworms have taken over way faster than I could have ever predicted and it has been occupying my thoughts 24/7, so here's some animatic/animation and fanfic ideas!!! (Very centric to a few characters)

A Crack Treated Seriously fic where the Realized dateables are out in the world, using their past as objects to aid in their new lives, and figuring out exactly how the world and society works. In some interactions, they nonchalantly hint at their past as an object while talking to normal human beings, which confuses the hell out of many people. I think it'd be really funny if someone asks them about it and they just casually go, "Oh yeah! I used to be an object and the person who lived in the home I resided in found these high tech glasses that allowed them to interact with us as humanoids and turn all the objects into humans! Isn't it neat?"

A series of oneshots that is pretty slice-of-life that tell what happens after all the objects are Realized, most of them being interactions between the Player and the Realized dateables. Some include the characters popping over to the Player's to ask questions about how things work in the real world(legal stuff, society, etc), while some are the characters coming over just to spend time with the Player(like Eddie coming by for a drink or Volt coming over to dance with the Player or Hector painting masks with the Player or Mateo bringing over some new rescues for the Player to meet).

An Eddie and Volt centric Mafia AU because I can't get the image of those two being Mafia bosses and it's driving me nuts

Mateo-centric story post-Realization of his adventures rescuing people and animals across the world because that would be pretty cool.

A simple, sweet coffee shop AU with Kopi because coffee shop AUs are just a classic, and who wouldn't love a sweet fic with Kopi <3

A Human AU(maybe a college or highschool AU) with Mac just being this super cool and smart stranger that the reader/MC meet randomly and kept running into, so they started to get close and get to know Mac better. Idk how to explain this better because it sounded better in my head, but I just really like the idea of more Mac interactions. Also, this is based on this minicomic series and pretty much sums up what I'm talking about:

An animation/animatic of Eddie with this song:

A sort of what-if concept animation/animatic to the song The Call by Regina Spektor where it takes the concept of "What if Volt really did dissappear after you reset the system?" It would start with the beginning of Eddie and Volt's relationship when Volt was formed and Eddie's surprise at his appearance("it started out as a feeling") and continues to show clips of them getting closer and closer(scene ends at the line "which then turns into a quiet word"), goes to the struggle with the power("and then the word grew louder and louder"), shows the whole scene when the power went out and the Player had to fix and reset the system("Til there was a battle cry"), and then jumps to when Volt disappears after the reset, which is shown as Volt fading before Eddie's eyes as it looks like he says the lines "I'll come back, when you call me, no need to say goodbye". Volt is smiling softly, accpeting the fact that he will be gone for now, while Eddie reaches out, eyes filled with sorrow. The following scenes are Eddie being miserable, having flashbacks of the time before Volt("just because everything's changing, doesn't mean it's never been this way before"), and the other objects in the house coming over to the bar(which has been closed) to try and provide comfort("all you can do is try to know who your friends are"). Eddie suddenly decides that he's going to try with all his might to bring Volt back, even if he doesn't know exactly how he did it("as you head off to the war). He sees flashbacks of Volt talking to the patrons in the bar, announcing the start of the show, and finally, Volt's bright smile directed at Eddie, to remind him exactly why he needs to do this("Pick a star on the dark horizon, and follow the light"). As Eddie prepares to make his first attempt, he thinks the words, "You'll come back, when it's over, no need to say goodbye." The instrumental section shows clips of Eddie trying to bring Volt back(which shows crackles of energy and sparks), draining his energy with each attempt(the Player comes by often to make sure Eddie is recharging before the next try). When the lyrics start again, it shows Eddie, closing his eyes and concentrating to make one more attempt, trying to remember how it felt like to split himself in two("now we're back to the beginning; it's just a feeling that no one knows yet"). He struggles to get a grasp on the feeling, brows furrowed, so he tries harder to connect with how it felt to be with Volt, how Volt completed and complimented him so well("but just because they can't feel it to, doesn't mean that you have to forget"). This leads to Eddie remembering Volt, face relaxing as the memories flood in("let your memories grow stronger and stronger"). As he relives these memories, the electric glow in front of him grows and grows, until it's brighter than it's ever been in the previous attempts, then it seems to dim, but not dissappear. That's when Eddie slowly opens his eyes to see the results, and his eyes widen in disbelief("until they're before your eyes"). The shot widens out to reveal that Volt has been brought back to his physical form a few feet away("you'll come back, when they call you"). Then, it focuses on Volt smiling softly at Eddie("no need to say goodbye. You'll come back"), and walking over to him, who is crying in relief("when they call you"), to finally connect with him once more as things slowly fade to white as the song ends("no need to say goodbye").

Wow. I didn't think I'd be able to plan the whole thing. Welp, if you want a more organized version of this, just ask and I'll make a script or something like that so the sequence is a bit clearer.

Anyway, this is pretty long so I'll end it here and maybe make another one later down the line. If you actually use any of these ideas, please please please send them to me because I need more Date Everything content to feed the brainworms.

[herearedragons]

Dream Of Me

so the thing that happened to make this exist is that I listened to one too many Stupendiums and Dan Bulls and then woke up with a mighty urge to apply that writing style to My Blorbo. so. I did. Drakona song.

please imagine this as like. an ominous banger. like there's reverb and echoey stuff and layered vocals and maybe staticky sound effects idk. I'm kind of borrowing vibes from The Ribbon, Slide Into The Void and (hilariously) Baby In A Backpack for this one. also obviously Neath! reference in the intro because. you know.

[intro - newsie shouting - spoken]

Read all about it! Read all about it!

Jack-Of-Smiles claims six victims in one afternoon!

The murderous buffoon at large in Wolfstack Docks!

Constables to enlist the help of The Dreaming Detective!

[verse 1 - Jack-Of-Smiles - rapped]

Knock-knock! Who's next?

Put your limits to the test!

The streets of London are beholden to some strange laws after the Fall

And I've shirked them all —

Jack!

You got me? I'll just come back!

I live on the bloodstained pages of every genius and hack!

(It's basically a rite of passage)

Been at it for oh, I don't know, forty years or so

It gets blurry

It gets lonely

You understand, though

I've seen it in your eyes, in your prose

A missing part

Thrill of the hunt

Tell you what, I think I can help with that

Catch me if you can, be nimble, be quick

I'll come back again, next time have a better trick

You and I could have this nice thing together

Keep chasing forever —

Hey! Look away from that file!

Mess with the smile, get the teeth

If you don't get the hint

You might find your candlewick severed

[Chorus - sung]

So dream a little dream of me

Sunken eyes and pallid cheeks

Caught in wayward chemistries

Oh, Detective, don't you see?

Dream a little dream of me

Fade into this hunt you lead

Drying blood and ink that bleeds

Guide you right to where I'll be

[transition - excerpts read from a police report - spoken]

Died between four and six o'clock in the afternoon

One deep stab wound to the chest, piercing the heart

Body was discovered by his betrothed Catherine

Flower petals found next to the body could not be identified

[verse 2 - Scathewick - rapped]

Every man is an island of madness on these streets where God has abandoned us

(If He ever existed)

A caged washed up anarchist

With nothing more left to my name but a contract

A knife and a list

It feels like a punishment just to exist

So I won't defend

My confessions are penned

My conscience is stained

So you shouldn't abstain from dealing out justice

We both have been driven insane

Will you bite the hand that has wielded me,

Or drink from the cup offered greedily?

Well, that doesn't matter 'cause I won't be there to see

I know that you've come a long way for this

I hope it does something for you

Soul for soul, life for life

(There were seven, though)

Oh,

I probably should mention —

The knife? That's the one

The same kni —

[last line cut short by the sound of a man being stabbed]

[Chorus - sung]

So dream a little dream of me

Sunken eyes and pallid cheeks

Caught in wayward chemistries

Oh, Detective, don't you see?

Dream a little dream of me

Fade into this hunt you lead

Drying blood and ink that bleeds

Guide you right to where I'll be

[final verse - James' ghost - kind of half-sung]

Are you alright, my love?

You don't look so well

You look like you're going through hell

Keep holding tight, my love

The dead need the living to carry us

Take care when the road gets precarious

Don't ever forget that I cared for you

(Don't ever forget that I cared for you)

(Cared for you)

[Chorus - sung]

So dream a little dream of me

Sunken eyes and pallid cheeks

Caught in wayward chemistries

Oh, Detective, don't you see?

Dream a little dream of me

Fade into this hunt you lead

Drying blood and ink that bleeds

Guide you right to where I'll be

Dream a little dream of me

Nightmares crawl and shadows breed

Curtain's up, you play the lead

In this tale of villainy

Dream a little dream of me

Tangled in your history

Love and loss and agony

Made you just the one for me

[line plays one last time, fading out]

Dream a little dream of me

[scrapyardboyfriends]

If they’re gonna have John do the same thing over and over again, might as well show Aaron reacting to it. Now that Robert has been brought into the mix, there really should be a reaction. Not only does it allow John to see how this affects Aaron, it can be used to push John over the edge. Problem is, we have no idea if the writing is intentionally leaving him out and not taking advantage of the situation or Danny just had regular time off so he wasn’t around to film.

I mean yeah, we don't know if his lack of screen time lately is just his regular holiday/time off schedule or if there's any intention behind it. I mean it is what it is. Doesn't make it not frustrating.

I think the other problem is not knowing when the John conclusion is going to be. Because obviously they can't really start having Aaron become Plot Aware or too invested in Robert because that's going to move more quickly toward the climax of this story and I don't necessarily want it to be repetitive. But I also don't just want Aaron to disappear entirely either. Like, let him be involved in the Nate stuff more, let him be in scenes like the surrogacy one. Where is this Mack story we were promised? Is he going to get to weigh in on his best friend's maybe divorce? He's already been somewhat brought into the surrogacy story so he could be used there too. But will they? Or will he just continue to languish in the background or off screen doing nothing? I know I was asking for longer Robron scenes before but it's not even about that. I just want him to be a character in general. Sigh.

Like Robert has 500 plots going right now and Aaron isn't even a part of the one he's actually in. So let him be involved in others outside of that one.

I mean again, it is what it is. A lot of my ramblings are just me processing my thoughts on the story and I clearly have a lot of them. I'm not like "angry", it's just very much not how I would have written this story, even in the confines of the current show. But whatever, I'll get over it. Hopefully in the end, we will get decent Aaron content and good Robron content. Clearly they care as we saw with the bridge scene and the prison scenes. All of those feelings are there waiting to break loose. I'm just getting impatient on the Aaron side cause he's not getting to do anything (and hasn't had much to do for 6 years) and Robert is getting to run around doing EVERYTHING haha, which I love, don't get me wrong. I'm enjoying the hell out of Robert's return. I'm just here waiting for Aaron's character to return from war. I hope it's worth it in the end.

[galacticfracture]

Posting some SaSi roughs and wips I have incase I never come back to finish them.

We'll start with one I might come back too though since it's a little clean. □•°•♡•°•♤•°•◇•°•☆•°•¤

□•°•♡•°•♤•°•◇•°•☆•°•¤ I never finished this sad thing- 😭

It was going to match the one I did with Logan. I was going to put what Janus says to him after Roman makes fun of his name in the background-- □•°•♡•°•♤•°•◇•°•☆•°•¤

□•°•♡•°•♤•°•◇•°•☆•°•¤ I was so close to making new digital versions of them in some Valentines sweaters I designed like years ago but then something happened that sent me into over a month long art block until I randomly got into trolls. (Thank god I finished the secret santa gift way before this happened.) □•°•♡•°•♤•°•◇•°•☆•°•¤

□•°•♡•°•♤•°•◇•°•☆•°•¤ And then this little thing. I was gonna draw a mini comic with what everyone else was up to during FWSA. □•°•♡•°•♤•°•◇•°•☆•°•¤

□•°•♡•°•♤•°•◇•°•☆•°•¤ Unless I find more stuff in a sketch book that actually might be all I had??? I did have ideas with those fairy designs I did though, so there's roughs of that. I'll check eventually and post anything I find maybe- □•°•♡•°•♤•°•◇•°•☆•°•¤