#this song has been stuck in my head for weeks lmao had to get this out

[cabdane]

blorbo edit

[reivrze]

OH, SAY IT DITTO ♡

pairing. popular!jungwon x shy!reader

genre. highschool!au, fluff, reader has a huge crush on jungwon

word count. 0.8k

warning. none

a/n. this was inspired by the song "ditto" by new jeans :) the ending was kinda rushed lmao sorry, hope you guys enjoy ! reposts are immensely appreciated as they help my works get recommended, reblogs help the algorithms so thank you for all those who take time to repost my work ♡

exam season had come around at a rapid pace, and your free days now consisted of little solo dates at the library going over the notes you had taken in class. this morning was like every wednesday morning except your first two classes had been cancelled, and you had decided to take a little trip down to the library to occupy your free time.

as you entered the library, you greeted the woman sitting at the front desk, having been here so many times in the past few weeks that you had gotten to know several of the staff. getting closer to your usual table, you stopped suddenly seeing an unfamiliar presence sitting in your chair. trying to get a closer look, you sneaked behind the bookshelves, peeking out to see who was the mysterious person. your face flushed a bright red the minute you realized that the person was no one other than yang jungwon. the boy you had been admiring for the past ten years.

you had first met jungwon went you were eight in elementary. he had been the new kid, causing quite a stir amongst the students, his extroverted and hypersocial personality gaining him new friends almost every day. his arrival had awoken something new, he had given you your first experience of having a crush and boy did you not expect this crush to stick for as long as it had. how could you not fall in love with someone with such a boy-ish vibe and adorable smile ?

now here you are, staring at him through the bookshelves, debating on if you should just leave and come back later or try to find another seat. if you had the confidence, you would've gone sit at the same table as him, but unfortunately for you, that wasn't the case. letting your mind get stuck in this trance as you watched him read one of his textbooks, you hadn't noticed him lift his head up, his eyes catching yours amongst the books.

blinking out of your little daydream, your breath caught in your throat as you realized you were directly making eye contact with jungwon, his eyes curious as to why you were looking at him from afar. you felt a jolt of surprise course through your body, momentarily freezing you in place. caught in the act of observing him from behind the bookshelves, you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. however, instead of turning away or pretending nothing happened, jungwon's expression softened into a warm smile.

breaking the spell of shyness that held you captive, jungwon motioned for you to come closer. with a mix of hesitation and excitement, you cautiously emerged from your hiding spot, making your way towards the table where he sat. as you approached, he slid his books to the side, clearing a space for you to join him.

"Hey, I noticed you peeking at me from over there," jungwon said playfully, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. "Want to sit with me? We can study together."

"Oh.. Sure" you offered him a little smile that he was quick to reciprocate. jungwon had felt comfortable enough during the time that you guys had spent together, going over the last chapter the teacher had gone over. the conversation seemed to flow with ease, you'd steal glances once in a while, not quite believing that you were actually sitting face-to-face with the boy you had dreamt about all those years.

as time passed, you found yourself really setting in the comfort of his presence, some part of you wondering if this comfort was simply rooted in jungwon's social personality or was it really that you two had easily connected. the time to go was nearing and both of you had started to pack up your belongings, your heart sank a little at the knowledge that this might be a one-time thing. just as you were getting to say goodbye and make your way to class, jungwon grabbed your wrist, turning you back around.

"Hold up- This might sound random considering this was our first interaction but I understood my lesson so much better with this one-hour study session than what I've learnt all semester and if you want, we can meet here tomorrow again after classes. you're fun to talk to and quite cute" he chuckled the last part, trying to ease any discomfort you might be feeling.

your mind went blank. you had never, in a million years, expected him to ask to meet you again. slightly overjoyed, you eagerly blurted out a yes. jungwon laughing at your surprised face at your own self. and just like that, you guys had planned your first little date, unknown to both of you that years down the line you'd still be a prominent part of each other's life.

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[simplyreveries]

Hey ! Can I ask for a Alastor like!male!reader please ? The reader have the same personality and power as him and is in Diasomnia or Heartslabyul. With Idia, Lilia and Ruggie pls ? Maybe Grim platonic (He need a dad and I volunteer for that role-)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!

Don't forget to drink, and have a good day/night.

i havent watched an episode of hazbin hotel (everything i know about that show is against my will /lh) but the songs have been stuck in my head for the past WEEK.

idia shroud

okay I'm being honest idia was slightly weird and found your behavior initially strange when he had met you, but brushed it off because well, he's at nrc. you always seemed so charismatic and held only good intentions for yourself and others. he didn't get how someone could be so happy all the time as well. he may or may not have thought you were some suck up until he caught glimpse of your underlying nature. (he can respect that though lmao).

he seemed to stray away and almost ignore you at first, especially after seeing more and more of your own behavior. the time when he felt fine around you was when you, being unpredictable appeared and helped him get back at some bothersome student online because you thought it'd be entertaining. and both you and idia are pretty spiteful anyway, with those mischievous toothy grins on your faces.

idia can at least admit he finds your retorts and comments funny, he finds himself snickering to himself when he happens to witness one of these instances when you're basically coming at some poor student that made some snarky remark to you during fitness with vargas. but you always seem to point that out and he hates it.

lilia vanrouge

I feel like you two get along quite well, he finds your demeanor to be interesting and considerably old-fashioned ways is something he relates to. you two are quite the old souls at nrc i feel like haha. But anyone seeing just the two of you together, even smiling and chatting with each other can be pretty intimidating to the eyes of others… your constant toothy smile can be unnerving.

whereas one of your talents and interests is cooking,, lilia does enjoy it as well but pretends to be so weepy and sad when you told him "oh....! its utterly awful! ha-ha-ha” you two get quite competitive during the master chef competitions and challenge the school holds during that time or during beanfest when you two were on opposing teams.... so, you guys definitely get into friendly? rivalries with one another all the time, usually end up being completely chaotic and blown way out of proportion for what they are. the whole dorm knows when you two happen to be in one.

you two have most likely at some point shown each other's magic and abilities off to each other trying to one up one another unknowingly causing some trouble around you as you are so caught up.

ruggie bucchi

ruggie sort of becomes your little gossip buddy, because he doesn't seem to really care and has a lot of dirt on various students and stories he's heard and seen. you just happen to be a sucker for the drama and are able to easily repay him in some way with your magic if you really need to anyways.

he sometimes does find himself a little... confused and taken aback with your smiley and always grinning with some sort of delight even during the worst possible moments (*cough* overblots) as you don't seem to barley bat an eye. but then again as others would assume, its nrc and ruggie has met a lot of strange people. even if you're definitely one of the more... stranger ones.

before he had really known he, he had has attempted to be his usual, cunning self and deceive you at times as a way to try and getting something from you. he easily learned his lesson when you're so able to see right through him and twist it back on him- it ended up turning into some sort of game. he thinks its honestly impressive though. he almost wants to know if you learned that or if that was genuinely just you, he is leaning towards the last part haha.

grim

you are definitely not a force to be reckoned with when angry or even upset. He’s certainly had his moments where he's like “WOAH”. despite the fact that he may butt heads with you often with your condescending and teasing towards him– you’re still quite protective over your little friend. you swiftly manage to pull him out of trouble by swiftly teleporting him right in your hand and he hates that, he always grumbles when you're chuckling “now now, violence is not an answer, grim” even though he's seen your worst moments haha. you're literally way more aggressive than him, he'll retort and remind you of when some rough savanclaw student ALMOST scuffed your uniform.

lowkey he wouldn't outright admit it to you, but I feel like grim does look up to your power and abilities in a way, plus being your unbothered, confident, straightforward self- he wants that aura around himself too…! he wants people to fear him like they do with you all the time. during halloween you practically “shine” as you enjoy playing around and scaring the daylights out of people visiting your dorm and go back to grinning.

not gonna lie, I think that you have this stupid rivalry between you and azul. being you, azul would find you one of the most difficult people to make a deal with. (not to mention you can pretty much manifest anything you want) you were able to easily manage and deal with the events that went down in chapter 3 because you're easily as manipulative and cunning. you literally are a dealmaker yourself. grim always watches you and his interactions in sheer confusion and concern.

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wasting your tongue - eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: After becoming close classmates with Eddie, you soon learn that he could fuck love you better than your boyfriend ever could basically you’re chrissy and this is how things should have ended that night in the trailer if st4 didn’t happen

a/n: Not Allowed by TV Girl has been stuck in my head for the past who knows how many weeks and heavily inspire this piece, so please listen to this song as you read its the soundtrack to this story lmao (song linked below)

Cw: NSFW, 18+, swearing, angst, heavy making out, touching, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), fluff, angst with a happy ending, implied p in v sex, f/m orgasm, not sure how to tag it all cuz its my first smut piece but its pretty mild/vanilla tbh

Minors dni!

So how should you begin this? You guess it started when you were with him. And how he never even took you out to dance or barely fucked with any rhythm. He was playing with your head and poor Eddie was on the sidelines of it all; but not for long.

You were a beautiful and popular cheerleader that just so happened to be in the same elective class as resident D&D playing metal head, Eddie Munson. 

On the first day of class, you two had sat next to each other and ended up being paired together on classwork throughout the school year.

You often got to talking about things beyond class material. Turns out, Eddie was actually really cool and smart and funny. And it didn’t take too long for him to realize that you were a lot nicer and funnier and down to earth than he imagined too.

As the weeks passed by, you settled into a rhythm where you and Eddie would get to class and instantly start talking about anything and everything. You always asked how each other’s days were and what new music or movie recommendations you had for the other.

“Oh I couldn’t watch that, well, at least not with my boyfriend. He hates scary movies.”

“Yeah well it sounds like your boyfriend’s a little—“ bitch is how Eddie wanted to finish that statement, but when he sees the little quirk on your eyebrow he cuts himself off. 

“What were you gonna say,” you press curiously.

“Nothing,” Eddie nervously laughs as he rubs his hand on the back of his neck. 

“C’mon finish that sentence Eddie, I know you want to,” you egged him on. 

“Uh, was just gonna say he’s a little scaredy cat,” he shrugs in attempted nonchalance, cheeks ablaze. 

“Uh huh, sure,” you replied unconvincingly. Smiling at how flustered he got. 

The banter you and Eddie had never failed to make you laugh and you always ended up thinking about the conversations you had with him for the rest of the day.

Before you knew it, you were looking forward to that elective class every day just so you could spend time with Eddie. Sometimes you even fantasized about things you would want to say to him and the things he might say back to you.

The subject matter of your conversations didn’t even have to be anything special. Sometimes, it just helped to have a listening ear for whatever cheer drama was going on or which classes were stressing you out. 

As a distraction, Eddie would tell you some silly story about the boys in his Hellfire Club or what crazy thing happened last time he played with Corroded Coffin.

Upon finding out he was in a band, you knew you would just die to see him perform one day. But you knew you probably never would because his performance times always conflicted with your cheer practice or homework schedule. 

Not to mention, your boyfriend, the captain of the basketball team, would absolutely flip his shit at the idea of his girl sneaking out at night to see some other guy. 

It wouldn’t be like that though. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be. But now it might be since things haven’t been going so well for you and your boyfriend. 

You had been dating him for a while, but lately, you’ve been fighting a lot. He blames it on the stress of basketball season, but you don’t fully believe that. 

For one, you’re a cheerleader all year round, what’s your excuse? But more than anything, things just feel off with him and your gut tells you it's not just because of basketball. 

Sometimes, you want to tell Eddie about it. You don’t think your friends or your family would really understand and somehow, it feels like he might. But you also feel kind of weird talking about it to Eddie because you don’t want to complain or worry him.

So even though you don’t talk about it, at first, Eddie definitely notices a difference in your energy. Or maybe it's the fact that it's the third day in a row that you’ve come to class with a frown that drapes across your pretty lips.

At this point, Eddie has already started falling for you, hard, but he knows nothing could ever happen between you two. Despite the banter that often feels like shameless flirting, he knows there's a limit to your connection, so he tries to keep his hope at a zero. 

On days when he can’t, he reminds himself that even if you weren’t taken, there’s no way the queen of Hawkins High would ever want anything to do with the school freak.

But it’s because of these feelings that it pains him to see you with your boyfriend. What’s worse is that Eddie knows deep down that he can treat you so much better than he ever could. 

He even fantasizes about all the ways he could. He knows you and him would be a long shot, but if he can’t have you in real life, he can at least have you in his daydreams. 

Eddie sees it clear as day that this guy is playing with your head. If it were him, he’d much rather play with your…

Has your boyfriend ever made you cum? It’s obvious that the jackass has made you cry. Eddie knows he could do the exact opposite, if given the opportunity.

One day after school, at a Hellfire Club meeting, one of the boys pulls out an old yearbook. Eddie snatches it from him and flips through the pages to find your picture. It’s with him, in the class superlatives: cutest couple. 

Your boyfriend has his arm around you. You’re practically matching: him in his lime green basketball uniform and you in that cute little green and yellow cheer number smiling up at him as he smiles into the camera. 

He could stare at that picture for the rest of the campaign just thinking, God, I wish that was me. But he knows it's different because you actually love your boyfriend, or so you say.

Sometimes when you talk about your boyfriend, all he can think is, you're wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies. If it were me, I’d rather waste mine between your thighs.

Eddie should be disgusted and ashamed at some of the thoughts he’s had of you. Like when he lies awake at night and images of you flood through his mind while his hand is rapidly jerking up and down and quiet obscenities escape his lips as his skin glistens with sweat. 

He has such a sick and twisted imagination, but hey, shouldn’t that at least count for something?

Around you, he can push those thoughts to the sidelines. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable or jeopardize the fact that the prettiest girl in school actually likes talking to him, even if it's only for 50 minutes a day.

So when things start getting worse with your boyfriend, Eddie makes it his personal mission to turn your frown upside down at any given opportunity. 

He doesn’t know what to say otherwise, but he knows laughter is the best medicine, so he’lll always do something silly to make you laugh and take your mind off of him or whatever else might be stressing you out.

It doesn’t escape your notice how happy you feel when you’re with Eddie. How his smile makes your heart skip a beat. Or how he looks at you in this sincere way that seems so effortless for him but is the only time you ever truly feel seen. 

But there’s also another way he looks at you. One that makes you feel like your body’s been lit on fire. 

It’s on game days, when you have to wear your cheer uniform to school that Eddie loses it and just looks at you as if he could absolutely devour you. 

You’re already so pretty, but in that itty bitty cheer skirt that swishes and swirls with every step you take or gently drapes the softness of your thighs when you sit? Yeah, he’s a goner. 

At the sight of your legs alone, Eddie just hopes the teacher won’t make him stand up. 

It’s on those days especially, when you’re all dolled up and the immaculate vision of Hawkins royalty, that he can’t believe how pretty you are and how a girl like you is even talking to him.

He tries not to let it show but you definitely notice how he’ll trip over his words or fidget with the rings on his fingers a little more than usual. 

It was weird to think you had this effect on him. But it made you wonder if seeing him in his element, at Hellfire or with Corroded Coffin, might have a similar effect on you too.

Little did you know, you wouldn’t be left to wonder for long.

The night before the championship game you and your boyfriend got into a massive fight. 

He always gets worked up during basketball season but he said some things you just couldn’t forgive. It was obvious: his head wasn’t in it anymore and neither was his heart.

And if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t quite in it anymore either. 

You knew the timing wasn’t the best, but it seemed like there was no other option than to break things off. Neither of you were happy anymore and maybe some time apart was just what you needed.  

He wasn’t particularly happy, but it made sense to him too. So you both agreed, you would spend some much needed time apart and if there was anything truly there, you would eventually find your way back to each other.

Despite knowing you made the right decision, it doesn’t stop you from crying yourself to sleep that night. It hurt to finally accept that the boy you had been with for so long and convinced yourself that you loved wouldn’t be in your life anymore. 

The next day, you try to carry on like normal, but it’s obvious how terrible you feel when you come to class. No amount of makeup or hairspray could hide the fact that something was wrong, at least not to Eddie. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks as soon as you take your seat. 

You could hide it from anyone else, but you knew you couldn’t hide it from Eddie. 

So you tell him. You give him the gross oversimplification of the previous night's events, but one thing was clear: you had nothing to do with him anymore. 

Eddie is a bit shocked to hear the news but more than anything, is proud of you for standing your ground. 

“It’s tough, but you did the right thing. You deserve way better than that guy anyway.” Eddie says in a lighthearted manner, but it makes you wonder, “Like who?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, taken aback by the question. “What?”

“What kind of guy do you think I deserve Eddie?” You ask innocently. 

Eddie scratches at the back of his neck nervously, trying to play it off by saying, “Oh well, you know, obviously, Prince Charming.” 

“What do you think my Prince Charming would be like?” You asked with naive doe eyes.

Eddie is sure you must be playing with him. You have to know what effect you were having on him or why else would you be putting him through such torture?

“Uh let’s see, maybe someone who knows the difference between his head and his ass.”

You giggle then look at him with a bit more seriousness, “No, really?”

“Really?”

“Yes, Eddie. Really really.”

“I dunno know,” Eddie squirms under your intense gaze. 

What is he supposed to say? That you deserve someone like him? Even he knows that can’t be true. As much as he knows he could be better for you than your boyfriend ever could, he also knows that deep down, he would never be worthy of a girl like you. 

“Eddie,” you coaxed.

He looks at you with a straight face1, seriousness laced in his features in a way he’s never shown before. In an instant, the energy in his body, the energy in the room, everything about you two shifts. 

“You deserve the world. Simple as that.” 

He turns his attention to the assignment in front of you two. He takes the wooden pencil in his hand and scribbles something down. 

You slightly gasp, taken aback by not only his answer, but his sincerity too. 

And then it hits you: it’s Eddie. 

Eddie was the one who always made you laugh. He was the shoulder you knew you could cry on. He was the one that truly made you feel alive.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time. Eddie, and his beautiful long brown hair that flows down his head. Eddie and the cute wrinkles starting to form between his eyebrows. Eddie with his big brown eyes that you love, cast down, lashes fluttering above his cheeks. Eddie and his smooth button nose pointed downward hanging over his delicate full lips. Lips that you always kind of wondered what they would feel like against yours, but pushed the thought to the back of your mind, till now.

The sound of the pencil scratching the paper catches your attention and you look down to admire the way Eddie’s slender fingers wrap around the pencil. The chunky silver rings adorning each one. The muscles in his forearm flex as he flips the pencil around to erase something. 

You gulp, dry throated. Eddie feels your gaze, and for a second, flits his eyelashes up, gazing into your eyes. Your breath is caught in your throat. He offers a small, nervous smile before turning back to the paper in front of him. 

You blink rapidly and pretend to turn your attention back to the assignment as heat explodes in your cheeks. 

How could you not see it before? All this time and he was right in front of you. Eddie Munson, your knight in shining armor. 

Before class ends, you make sure to tell him, “You should come to the game today.”

“Uh, no thanks.”

“What? Why not?”

“Not exactly my scene sweetheart.”

Eddie’s called you this many times before. It’s a nickname you hadn’t really given much thought to. But now? Something about the way he says it makes you feel like your entire body has been lit on fire.

“Still, it could be fun. And besides, isn’t one of your friends on the team?”

“Lucas?”

“Yeah, you guys should come out and support him. It is the championship game after all.”

“Oh the championship game is it now,” he mocks you and you roll your eyes.

“I’m serious Eddie.”

“Can’t. Got a Hellfire meeting after school.”

“The game’s not till 7:00, you can come after.”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows, “You know that’s not really my thing. Last I checked, freaks and athletes don’t exactly mix.”

“Please, Eddie,” you jut out your bottom lip. 

His features soften, unable to withstand the temptation. 

As a cherry on top, you add, “For me?”

Eddie feels something stir in his chest as he looks into your gleaming eyes, your sweet face he has a really hard time saying no to.

“You really want me there?” He asks, apprehensive to accept the reality that you’re asking this of him.

You nod, smiling at him pleadingly. 

He exhales “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

And sure enough, you spot him in the stands later that evening surrounded by other boys with wild hair and all black outfits. Throughout the game, you look in his direction, hoping he’ll see you.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie spotted you from the moment he walked into the sweaty old gym. There’s no way in hell he would’ve come here otherwise, but for you, the boy would move mountains. 

At the moment you see each other at the same time, you lock eyes and give him your brightest smile. And for the rest of the game you and Eddie can’t keep your eyes off each other. Each routine you perform, it’s like you’re performing it all for him, and only him. 

Your ex, squeaking his shoes across the waxed wooden floor of the court is right in front of your face, but long forgotten in your mind.

Because the cheer team only has a few routines that get cycled throughout the game, Eddie starts to pick up on a few of them and mimics your movements in the stands anytime the team makes a point. Seeing him do candlesticks and daggers or wave an imaginary pompom makes you giggle and almost forget your next step. 

It’s not until a half court shot is made that Eddie does a blade and accidentally thwacks a younger boy with curly brown hair standing next to him in the face that you laugh out loud. The girls closest to you in your formation look at you funny. 

Even across the court, you can tell the younger boy yells something like “what the hell” to Eddie. Eddie brings him in a head lock and nuzzles his cheek against the younger boy's head. He smiles at you and winks before telling something to the boy that you hope is along the lines of an apology. 

It makes your heart warm to know Eddie came out tonight and see him so happy and comfortable with people you assume to be his friends. 

By the end of the game, the tigers have won and you’re doing the victory routine with the squad.  

As the teams go into the locker room and they start clearing out the gym, some of the girls in the squad try to catch your attention. They invite you to go out to whoever's house for a victory after party, but you have better plans. Even if they’re with someone who just doesn’t know it yet.

You search for Eddie, having lost him in the crowd as attendees dispersed toward the exit. 

He must be outside already. You grab your cheer bag and head outside. As you exit the gym doors, you look around. The sun has already set and the streetlights in the school parking lot have turned on. Dozens of people are milling about. He could be anywhere.

You scan your surroundings and out of the corner of your eye, you see a group of boys huddled around the corner of the building. You hear a cacophony of loud male voices, but a particular one stands out to you. 

You squint in their direction, and sure enough, you see that familiar head of wild wavy hair. You start walking over. A few of the boys notice you and say something to Eddie.

Eddie’s caught mid laughter and turns to look in your direction.

“Eddie,” you call out and wave. Eddie smugly grins. He says something to the boys and starts walking toward you. You run over to him, bag hitting the side of your leg. When he’s close enough you drop the bag and practically jump into his arms.

“You came,” you squeal as he wraps his arms around you and chuckles.

“Only ‘cause you practically begged me.” He says into your hair. You squeeze him tight once more and pull away. 

“Don’t act like you weren’t having fun Munson. I saw you cheering in the stands.” You lean forward and cup your hand around your mouth to whisper, “Between you and me, the cheer squad could really use someone like you.”

Eddie smirks and in his D&D voice says, “As flattered as I am, I’m afraid I have to humbly reject the advances of the beloved Hawkins High cheer team.”

You smile at him in glee but it fades away as you look behind Eddie. You see his friends whispering and looking at you and Eddie. Eddie follows your gaze and turns over his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry about them. They’re just being a bunch of dorks,” he says the last part loudly while pointedly looking at them. 

You laugh nervously. “Hey, um, are you doing anything after this?”

Eddie looks at you and quirks an eyebrow. Eddie didn’t have anything to do besides maybe give a few of the boys a ride home, and even then, he knew they could find someone else to do that. 

“No, not really.”

“Some of the girls from the squad invited me to some party tonight,” you say. Eddie’s features drop at your words till you add, “But um, I don’t think that’s exactly my scene right now.”

“Oh,” he responds, lips forming in a circle. Eddie’s features brighten slightly, but he keeps it restrained. He’s not sure what’s happening right now, but it sounds like you’re about to ask him something. 

He’s not sure if you’ll be bold and actually ask it but he’s too afraid to be bold and somehow fuck things up by asking for you, so he stays silent. 

You look between his eyes, hope lingering in the air as he searches yours too. “Do you maybe… wanna do something tonight?”

And for some reason, Eddie’s eyes quickly flit up and down your body. Here you are, in your cute little cheer uniform, asking him out. Out of your own free will. You’re asking Eddie “The Freak” Munson if he wants to do something with you. He’s gotta be dreaming. There’s no way this can be real. 

“Yeah,” he chokes. All sense of pride out the door. No pretense of playing things cool anymore. He’s been dreaming about this moment since you sat next to him that first day of class.

You’d hoped he’d respond as such. In fact, you half expected him to. But as much of an ego boost as this interaction might’ve been from any other guy, you’re still nervous because this is Eddie Munson we’re talking about.

Your Eddie. Eddie with the wild hair and chunky rings. Eddie with the shit eating grin and sweet expressive eyes. Eddie who can make you smile no matter what. Eddie who knows you inside, and pretty soon, out. 

You start walking past his group of friends who wolf whistle at the both of you. Eddie flips them off and yells out a few harmless threats at them. You nervously laugh, but the nervousness lingers as you approach his van. 

On school grounds, the ball is in your court, but as you drive away, it becomes apparent that the ball is now in his. You’re no longer the bold confident girl standing outside the gym. Now, you’ve resorted to the shy nervous girl fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket in his passenger seat.

In a similar manner, Eddie is no longer the awestruck, can’t believe he got the girl, boy he was in the school parking lot. Now he’s the cocky guy who's taking the queen of Hawkins High home with him. 

But it doesn’t take away from the fact that he picks up on your nervousness. “Hey, we don’t have to do this, you know. Just say the word and I can take you back home and we can pretend like this never happened. Scouts honor.“

“No!” You yelp. Eddie looks at you for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the road. 

“No I…I don’t want that.”

Eddie looks at you apprehensively. 

“I want… you.” You say, the taste of the words foreign on your tongue but delicious nonetheless.

Eddie looks at you in confusion, “You do?”

“Mhm,” you respond, confidence slowly coming back and reappearing in your smile.

A moment of silence passes between you two as Eddie contemplates your words.

“Okay, well tell me sweetheart, how exactly do you want me?” Eddie grins with a hint of smugness. 

He’s trying not to let it go to his head that this moment is happening right now, but god does it feel so good to know he has you in the palm of his hand. That you want this just as much as he does too.

“Any way you’ll have me,” you sweetly say, voice practically dripping with honey.

That was as much a green light as Eddie’s cynical ears had ever heard. It takes everything in him not to just simultaneously combust at the revelation.

And before either of you know it, you’re standing at his doorstep, just like he’s always imagined. And pretty soon he’s licking sweat off of your forehead, just like he’s always imagined.

Your leather jackets, his biker and yours letterman, hit the ground and Eddie’s ready to act fast. He’s not sure if the sense of urgency comes from wanting to do something before you change your mind or just making up for lost time.

He brings his hands to the backs of your thighs and picks you up in one swift movement. He carries you to his room and roughly lays you on the bed.

“Eddie,” you whine between kisses. His full pink lips a delightful refuge for yours.

“Sorry princess,” he mumbles against your lips, “Got a little carried away.”

You feel him smiling against your lips and your tongue acts on its own to swipe against his lips.

Your kiss grows hot and heavy. Desperate and needy. Your bodies crave the other's touch. The satisfaction is only less than a school year in the making. 

Your lips intertwine as you explore the other's mouth. Hands grazing every square inch of the other's body. Moans and whines and whimpers fill the air.

And when he puts his finger in your mouth, you close your eyes and lips, swirling your tongue around it. 

It’s like there's wires in your mind and Eddie is sewing them together. His touch and his taste have them rubbed and severed by the heat.

And soon, his touch migrates south. As he moves from your lips to your jaw, he pauses at your neck.  

Before he can move any further you pull away and look at him fondly.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, interpreting your pause as hesitation.

“Yeah,” you swoon at his glazed over eyes and kiss swollen lips. His features illuminated by the soft yellow haze of the lamps in his room.

“You sure? ‘Cause we can stop at any time. I don’t want you to feel like–”

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek. “Shh. I don’t want to stop. I’m just… taking in the fact that this is finally happening.”

Eddie cocks his head to the side, leaning into your touch, and smiles. “Finally? You been daydreaming about me or something princess?”

You look at him like a deer caught in headlights. Eddie’s hand, rubbing circles into the fabric covering your waist, squeezes.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” he leans down to press more soft kisses along your neck. You hum and instinctively bring your hand to his head, running your fingers through his hair.

“I might’ve had a daydream about you here or there too.” His kisses start becoming sloppy and you withhold a moan desperately trying to make its way out of your mouth.

“A daydream? O-or a wet dream,” you try to tease until his lips find a particularly sensitive spot making you whimper.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mumbles against your skin, lips curved in a self-satisfied grin.

“Y–” You half attempt a sarcastic response, but Eddie’s mouth sucking and teeth nipping at the sensitive spot cut you short.

He’s sure to leave evidence of his touch. If your brain wasn’t going into sensory overload, you would make a note to self that you’ll probably have to wear a turtleneck or scarf tomorrow.

As desire takes over, your clothes are ripped off and thrown on the floor. Eddie hungrily looks at you and you give him an equally devourful look at the sight of his inked skin. All burning cheeks and sweaty foreheads.

Your lips return to each other like opposite ends of a magnet. Your hands keep wandering and warm bodies keep moving in a deliciously electrifying rhythm till Eddie makes his way down. 

His tongue is finally wasting its time right between your thighs like he mentally promised you so long ago. His expert movements creating a coil of tension deep within the pit of your stomach

His tongue tastes and caresses while his lips suck and brush in all the right places. His movements add to the ever growing tension of the coil till it reaches a breaking point and snaps. 

Your legs shake and back arches at the pleasure. A pleasure you never even knew existed till now. It takes over you, possesses you mind, body and soul. 

You’re crying out Eddie’s name, fists tightening and pulling the hair at his scalp. You’re whimpering and shaking as he smiles into your wet skin.

 He hooks his hands around your thighs to ground you as he continues to supply white hot pleasure sourced at the apex of your thighs and delivered to every square inch of your body. 

“Just like that,” he coaxes into you, words vibrating in the place you need it most. “All for you princess.”

You’re crying from the pleasure. It’s too much yet all too good. It all feels right. Like all along, it was supposed to be like this. Why did you ever waste your time believing otherwise? 

Eddie’s own body is electric. Buzzing with anticipation. Red hot blood pumping violently throughout his veins. As much as he loves kissing every inch and curve of your body, there’s one place he needs to feel most. He needs to go to the place you two will call home.

You’re dizzy from the heat, but use the moment Eddie reaches over to his bedside table to catch a breath. 

“God you taste so sweet,” Eddie purrs as he rummages around and pulls out a little square packet. 

“But to be honest princess, I’m just dying to know how good you feel.”

If you’re being honest, you’re dying to know just how good he feels too. You tell him so and he leans over to sloppily kiss you. You can practically taste yourself on his lips as your mouths languidly connect to the other.

He pulls away and looks you in the eyes. He holds your gaze for a moment before softly asking, “Do you want to keep going?”

You nod, not as eagerly as you feel, still recovering from the crash of euphoria. “More than anything Eddie.” You run a hand over his head and let it rest at his jaw. You pull his face forward and give him a quick kiss.

“Please… wanna feel you.”

Eddie grunts and scrunches his face. His breath is heaving. He can’t believe this is actually happening. Should he pinch himself? He has to be dreaming. 

He opens his eyes and sees you with your hair disheveled across the pillow, cheeks flushed and mouth open in a shy smile. He grins back at you.

As he rolls the condom on, he smiles to himself and says, “Can’t believe this is happening. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” you squeak as Eddie starts to line himself up with your entrance. 

He freezes, eyelashes touch his eyelids as he peers up at you. He cocks his head to the side. “You… what? How long?”

You giggle. “Do you remember that week when one of your favorite band’s new albums came out so you kept humming it all throughout class and almost got in trouble?”

He smiles and nods.

“You were humming and like bopping your head back and forth and you kept trying to sing the lyrics but you didn’t have them fully memorized yet so you were kinda just loudly singing gibberish at me?”

He squints and smiles, “Yeah, I remember but what does that have to do with it?”

“You were just really, I don’t know, revved up. It was kinda hot to see you like that.”

Shocked was an understatement for Eddie. He had no idea you ever paid attention to him in that way, let alone felt the way you did.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. That and I also saw you without that bulky jacket and vest for the first time. That Hellfire Club shirt really does wonders for your upper body.”

Eddie chuckles. “So the Hellfire shirt did it for you too?”

You giggled, “Yeah. I mean, I know music is something you’re passionate about but seeing you so excited about it in that way… It was like you just had this raw, wild, almost animalistic energy that was… such a turn on. And I was seeing you like that in a classroom. I couldn’t even imagine what that kind of passion and energy would look like…“

“In the bedroom?”

You look at him shyly, “Mhm.”

“Looks like we're in a bedroom now. Still curious?”

“Mhm,” you hum with outstretched arms and grabby hands. You reach forward to pull his body closer to you. 

He leans in for a kiss, but stops right before your lips touch. “What’s the magic word sweetheart?”

“Please?” You whimper.

“Uh uh. I want you to tell me what you want.”

“I-I want to see your passion and–”

“Nope,” he says firmly, fingers teasingly along your exposed skin.

“I… want you?”

“Getting closer,” he hums between sloppy kisses placed along your sternum.

“I want you inside me?”

“Almost,” he chuckles as he places a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I want you to rock my world? I don’t know. I just want you Eddie, right now. I want you so badly,” you whine, legs bobbing up and down.

Eddie chuckles at your needy response, ego boosting at the way you beg. “You mean that princess?”

But before you can even respond, the same animalistic energy you just mentioned takes over Eddie in that moment. He wants to show you just what kind of passion and energy he can give to you.

The adrenaline takes hold over you both. Your eyes trail to the muscles flexing in his abdomen. Slowly, Eddie began to move into you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

He starts off slow, not wanting to rush or cause any pain. But then you felt him, all of him, and it was better than you ever imagined. It drove you wild. 

He began to rock to a slow and steady rhythm, and it was already better than anything you had ever experienced before. 

“Eddie. Need more.” You gasped as you clutched the sheets. 

And like the flip of a switch, heat and fervor filled the room. Eddie answered your prayers and picked up the pace. You locked your arms around his neck and held him close to you. Eddie groped your sweat coated flesh and groaned between your whimpers and moans. 

He gave it all to you and savored your responsive body. “God you feel–so fucking good,” he would grunt in your neck.

“I can’t get enough Eddie,” you said. “I need you like this forever.”

Eddie hiked your leg up and hooked it around his hips. The position inflicting a newfound wave of pleasure. The coil in your stomach being brought back to life. 

You grasp at his shoulders, fingernails digging into the hot skin.

“Oh Eddie,” you whimpered. Eddie leans forward for a sloppy kiss, practically sucking your mouth.

“Such a dirty fucking girl,” he mumbled against your lips. You gasped but he kissed the gasp right out of your mouth.

“You act so innocent in class with your little cheer skirt and ponytail,” he kisses you again, “But only I know how naughty you really are. Isn’t that right?”

You whimper and tightly wrap your other leg around his hip in response and Eddie chuckles. “Don’t worry princess, your secret’s safe with me.”

At this point, he’d reduced you to a mess of scattered whimpers and moans. But he’s starting to feel close and he knows you are too. Your bodies are heaving and breathless. Sweat clinging to your skin as your bodies morph into one. 

It feels too good, like unearthly good. Eddie’s never even felt this way before. Like he was just made for loving you.

Eddie’s heart races as he admires the way your face tightens and screws. His skin feels alives at every point where yours touches it. As your legs cling to his hips and your arms cling around his shoulder, you press your chest against his. You whimper and breathe shallowly along his neck.

Eddie’s movements become harder and faster. His thrusts are sloppy and messy but it feels just like heaven. The hair that doesn’t cling to the sweat on his skin hangs over your face, tickling your own skin. 

“Eddie, you feel so–ahh, feel so good… I’m cl–” you gasp at a particularly deep thrust, hitting a new spot within you. 

“It’s okay, let go for me baby,” he coaxes. You’re on the verge of tears. The pain and pleasure becoming all too much for you. But you want it all. You want all of him right now. You run your fingers through his hair and tug lightly at the scalp. Eddies groans and kisses you passionately. 

The coil of tension within you snaps. You’re crying out his name and soon he’s crying out yours too. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers into you neck as you reach your peaks. 

You’re whimpering and shuddering under his touch as you see stars. He rocks you through your pleasure as you come down. 

You’re breathing heavily, feeling waves of euphoria crash throughout your body. As the sensations slowly subside, you lay down blissed out with Eddie and his heavenly body lying next to you.

After a moment to catch your breath, you and Eddie turn to face each other. Eddie pulls your body against his. He wraps his arm around your waist to hold you close. 

You close your eyes and smile in bliss. Eddie places soft kisses along your closed eyelids, then your nose, and ends at your mouth. 

You hum contentedly and nuzzle your head into his chest. 

You’re still a bit breathless but you have enough in you to say, “Oh Eddie, that was-that was so good.”

“Yeah? You liked it?” 

You run your fingertips along the plane of his shoulder, “Mhm. Did you?”

“Every second of it. You did so well, baby.”

Your heart flutters at his words. You open your eyes and see him smiling down at you. You lean forward and slowly kiss him. 

“You were really good too. I-I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before.”

For a second, your praise injects a wave of pride in Eddie, but then his head comes back to earth. Was this just your way of getting over your ex? Is Eddie just a rebound for a jerk who couldn’t even treat you right?

He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself or ruin the moment so he tries to play it off by saying, “It’s what you deserve princess.”

His words ring a bell reminding you of your conversation earlier that day. 

“All thanks to you, Prince Charming,” you say as you peck his lips.

“Woah, I don’t know about Prince Charming.”

“Why not?”

“I’m far from it babe. More like a lovable jester.”

“You can be my loveable jester.” You coo as you smile at him.

He looks at you quizzically, trying to see if you’re just fucking with him or not.

You notice his features and ask, “What?”

“You mean that?” He asks, voice fragile.

You nod, “Yeah, I want to give this a shot.”

Eddie laughs, “And here I was hoping we’ll still be friends after this,” Eddie says, a half joke half truth.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind, but I think I want to be more than just friends after this Munson.”

“You sure about that princess,” he asks as he leans over to kiss you. You feel the warmth of his mouth and savor the taste of his tongue.

You pull away, looking lovingly into his eyes. “More than anything in the world.”

***

[the-cult-of-russo]

Poetic Tragedy (Part 1)

Pairing: Reader X Billy Russo

Warnings: Cursing, angst, sadness, substance abuse, mental health issues. This one’s a little dark and not really in a violent way (okay, it does have the typical canon violence lmao). Just more the themes explored, I guess? 

A/N: So I legit have like three other Billy multi-chapter stories I’ve come up with since being back and I get like one chapter done and another idea hits me. This one came to me when writing another and I hope you guys like it. I'll be honest, I usually like waiting until my multi-chapter fics are completed before posting them. I have a habit of starting them and then I get stuck or whatever and they get abandoned. But I'm onto my third chapter of this and I figured I'd post it and see what people think. 

Name for this one is from a song of the same name by The Used.

The cup is not half empty as pessimists say

As far as he's sees, nothing's left in the cup

A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge

Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up

A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere

He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was....

Is just a tragedy

So he voyages in circles

Succeeds getting nowhere

And submits to the substance

That first got him there

Then in violent, frustration, he cries out to God or just no one

Is there a point to this madness and all that he was....

Is just a tragedy

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“The vigilante duo, The Punisher and Jigsaw, once again took down a crime syndicate last night with the help of their soldiers. We don’t have details right now but the CIA and FBI have said they're looking into it,” the newsreader said gravely and you rolled your eyes, leg bobbing up and down as you waited impatiently on the sofa. Josh came back out from his room then. He’d been on the phone when you got here and told you to wait. He chucked his phone on the dirty coffee table before he licked his lower lip and tilted his head at you. He was skinny, scarily so and his blonde hair looked dull and hung over his eyes.

“It’s gone up, sweet cheeks,” he smirked. It made your skin crawl and you glowered at him.

“What do you mean it’s gone up? It went up last week. Do you think I have money coming out of my ass?” you asked in a snappy tone, your hand sweeping across you and drawing attention to the dirty jeans and the holey, far too large for your frail frame, dark gray sweater. He let out a condescending snort and shrugged his shoulders.

“That's not my problem, Y/N. You’re not my problem. It's gonna be $100,” he smirked. You stood up, hands clenched to fists as they shook. You felt the desperation clawing at you as you grabbed the only money you had out of your pocket, waving it at him.

“I have $50! 50, That we agreed on! It’s all I have!” you yelled, your voice tinged with panic.

“Well it's not $50 anymore, princess,” he grinned darkly. You growled, gritting your teeth so hard they felt like they might shatter.

“Or…. you could give me the 50 and make up for the rest in another way?” he smirked leeringly at you and you recoiled, feeling sick. You’d only ever stooped that low once before and you’d never do it again. It made shame fill every pore of your body to think about.

“Go fuck yourself!” you snarled, stomping to the front door.

“Come back with the money or your pussy or don't come back at all, Y/N!” he called out after you and you slammed his door forcefully. 

That slimy piece of shit. You hated him. Hated that you had to rely on him and hated that he could easily screw you over and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it. You had about a day before things were about to get really fucking bad for you. You knew the only option was to steal the money you needed. Stealing wasn't exactly new to you, it was how you made most of your money these days. But with the amount so high, you didn't think you’d have enough left over for food too. And with no food in your stomach for 4 days, it made you feel depressed. You knew what you’d pick, what you’d always pick. You heaved a sigh and brought your arms around yourself to stave off the cold. Your sweater wasn't thick and all you had under it was a ratty old black tank top. The same clothes you’d worn for the past 3 years after a local church wanted to help those in need. You didn't believe in god, didn't think he'd bestow the life forced on you if he was real. Still, you were grateful for the good Samaritans that helped in the name of Jesus. Your boots had holes in them and were a size too small. You’d found those in the dumpster a few years back too. You glanced to the sky and you knew it would be dark soon. That's when you’d strike. It was best like that. Less people around to try and intervene. 

By the time darkness blanketed the sky, you were on the prowl. You hadn't come across anyone suitable yet. No one alone and an easy target. You might be desperate but you weren't stupid. A flick to the nose would have you on the floor so you had to be careful. There had been plenty of people, although not half as many as in the daytime. Mostly groups of drunk people having a good time on a Friday night. You scratched your face with a sigh, a hopelessness consuming you as you worried you wouldn't find anyone. But then luck seemed to hit you across the face. A woman was crossing the street, coming over to your side. She was chattering on her cell phone, looking like her head was in the clouds. You eyed her up, noticing her Louboutin heels as they clicked against the sidewalk. You might be broke as shit but it didn't mean you didn't know designer when you saw it. Your eyes lit up gleefully. Maybe you'd be able to get your food too after all. 

You steeled yourself as you walked, the girl walking your way as she yammered on to whoever the poor victim on the phone was. Her purse was dangling precariously off her forearm as she strutted down the sidewalk like it was a runway. You rolled your eyes internally. Didn't she know how dangerous New York was at night? She was lucky you were the one to meet her and no one else. As you walked past her, your hand darted out with the reflex only an experienced thief would have as you snatched her purse.

"Hey!" She squealed at you, but you didn't stick around as you took off running. You knew with those heels, she wouldn't be chasing you. You ran until you got to the alley a block away. Your alley. You finally looked at your goods then. A Gucci purse, figures. You knew it would fetch a pretty penny if you could sell it. Issue was that no self-respecting business would allow you to step foot in their store. Holding no value to you, you opened it, snatching the money from the pocket inside before you tossed the purse to the damp and dirty ground. Your face split into a grin as you counted it. $500. That would be enough for what you needed plus food for days. Maybe even for your next few trips to Josh's. It sent a wave of relief right through you. You'd never managed this much before. It was getting harder and harder to steal here in the city. Maybe since crime rates went up and vigilantes became a thing all over the news. 

You were basking in your accomplishment, too distracted to hear anyone behind you at the mouth of the alley you'd just come from. 

"Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?" A voice rang out, making you whirl around to come face to face with two men. Your eyes darted from one to the other in quick succession. One was shorter than the other, his face unobscured but his chest emblazoned with a skull. The other was wearing a black hoodie, the hood pulled up and a weird white mask with painted cracks on it. He looked like he should be in a horror movie. But you knew looking at them who they were and once your shock wore off, you scoffed and shook your head. The Punisher and fucking Jigsaw. Of course. 

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," you huffed, jaw clenched. No, god really didn't exist. 

"Stealin's wrong, sweetheart. Hand the money over," The Punisher smirked, holding out his hand. Your hand tightened around the money as you gaped at him.

"Don't you have real crime to be dealing with? You know, like rape and murder?" You asked dryly. 

"Stealin’ is a crime," Jigsaw muttered, tilting his head at you. He was far more unsettling than his counterpart, only his dark eyes visible from his mask. He was standing tall and imposing, legs slightly apart and his shoulder squared.

"I'm not giving you the money," you growled, squinting at them both. 

"Yeah, you are," The Punisher smirked. 

"Or what?" You asked defiantly, raising a brow. Jigsaw reached around him, grabbing a handgun from his waistband before cocking it. 

You let out an incredulous laugh as you shook your head for what felt like the millionth time. 

"Are you serious?" You asked, looking half amused and half stunned. 

"As a heart attack," The Punisher answered.

"Did you see who I stole this off? Bitch looked like she has a penthouse with a maid. Fucking Louboutin shoes and a Gucci purse. Meanwhile, I'm over here living in a goddamn alley," you swept your arm behind you where a meager blanket lay near the wall on top of a large piece of cardboard.

"I haven't eaten in four days, but no, I'm sure Miss Penthouse will really miss a few hundred dollars," you seethed. The pair looked at each other, Jigsaw rolling his shoulder a little. The Punisher gave you an uncomfortable look as he stepped forward, making you tense as he held his hand out. You scoffed a mirthless laugh, roughly slapping the money into his hands. 

"And I thought you guys were supposed to be the good guys," you sneered. 

"We are," The Punisher muttered tensely. You snorted at his words. 

"Sure, keep telling yourself that. You go out there trying to rid New York of crime but you don't ever question why stuff like this happens? You really think petty crime is the same shit as murder? You tar all of us with the same brush when some of us do this out of necessity. To survive. But yeah, we're all just criminals. I'll remember that when I'm lay there freezing and starving," you bit out, anger swirling around inside of you before you stomped over to your blanket. 

"Now get the fuck out of my alley!" You bellowed, glaring at them. They exchanged another uncomfortable glance with each other before Jigsaw made a move to grab the Gucci purse from the ground. With that, they left. 

You sat heavily on the cardboard, pulling the blanket around you although it did little to ease the cold. It was turning winter and you dreaded it. Those were always the hardest months here. You couldn't believe those two assholes. Now you had no money for food, no money for… You felt a lump in your throat as the panic clawed at you again. It wasn't like you did it because you liked it. Not anymore. But now you needed it to function and you hated it. You lay down as tears pricked your eyes and you willed yourself to get to sleep. You had no idea what you were supposed to do now.  The idea of having to go and pay Josh that way again made you feel sick but you were starting to think you wouldn’t have a choice.

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The next morning, you lay wrapped in your blanket, eyes unfocused and gazing at the opposite wall. You’d been awake for hours but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up. It had started. Withdrawals. Your body was aching like a bitch and you felt colder than you knew you were supposed to. Your head was thumping and you were exhausted, yet unable to sleep. You heard your stomach growl loudly on its fifth day with no food but you tried to ignore it. You didn't want to face the world, didn't want to have to sit there and beg for change. It certainly wouldn't help you right now, give you what you needed. And while you knew you also needed food, the thought made your stomach roll. You still had the $50 burning a hole in your pocket, but you weren’t touching that. That was for something else and you needed to make up the rest of the money and fast. You heard the sound of boots in the alley and struggled to sit up. When you glanced over, there was a figure walking down it. It took you a moment to recognise him without the skull over his chest, but there was The Punisher. He was wearing a dark green hoodie with the hood pulled up, some jeans and boots on. He held something in his hand. You groaned inwardly, not in the mood for his bullshit. Your nerves felt raw already and you didn't want to deal with him after last night.

“I thought I told you to fuck off,” you huffed weakly as he stopped a little in front of you. Your face felt clammy and you leaned back against the brick wall as you sat there looking at him. 

“You did. But I… I brought you breakfast,” he muttered, looking uncomfortable. He held out a styrofoam tray and cup of some kind of hot drink but you made no move to take it.

“Wow, didn’t realize breakfast and a drink cost $500!” you smiled mockingly at him. He shifted on his feet, eyes darting all over the place before back on you. When you didn't take the food, he sighed and placed them on the floor next to you. Despite your salty words, you picked up the drink, not caring what was in it. The heat on your hands felt relieving and you sipped on it gingerly. Coffee. 

“Your little pal Jason not with you?” you quipped hotly after another sip and him just awkwardly watching you. A confused frown graced his face.

“What?” he asked, squinting at you.

“Jason… Friday the 13th?” you asked, raising a brow with a blank look on your face. 

“Look… About last night,” he started, completely ignoring your question.

“Unless you got my $500 in your pocket, I don't care,” you smirked darkly. He raised his eyes heavenward for a moment with a sigh.

“I know shit ain’t black and white, alright? I’m not stupid. But you can’t go around takin’ shit that ain’t yours,” he huffed. You laughed but it wasn't a pleasant sound as you blinked up at him. You felt like shit and you had no patience.

“Listen…” you trailed off, not knowing what to call him. You didn't know his name and calling him The Punisher to his face felt weird.

“Frank,” he supplied. You squinted at him for a moment.

“What?” you asked slowly.

“My name is Frank,” he offered easily, his eyes boring into you. You didn't know what to do with the information. You weren't sure if his name was common knowledge or not or if he’d just willingly given you something that could hurt him. But you didn't really care.

“Listen, Frank. Spare me the lecture on mortality, okay? You're standing there with enough money to buy a random stranger breakfast and a coffee, with your nice warm clean clothes and wherever you are, I bet you have a roof over your head. You have no idea what it’s like living this life, the shit I’ve had to do to just survive. So you don't get to stand there and act like I’m some hardened criminal. Because tell me, Frank, who’s the murderer here?” you asked darkly, raising a brow at him. He swallowed thickly, shifting on his feet as he looked away for a moment. You were glad. He had no right coming here and trying to make you feel bad for doing what you needed to just to live. You lost the guilt you used to carry with you for stealing long ago. 

He was silent for a long moment and you slurped your coffee. You knew you should eat the food but your stomach churned and you knew soon you’d be throwing up and you hated it. After a while of him seemingly not knowing what to say, he looked you over again.

“You feelin’ alright? Look a little… ill,” he muttered. 

“Oh my god. Can you spare me the little sad puppy routine? Stop acting like you care. Thanks for the coffee and everything, but please just go away,” you sighed, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You heard him move and your eyes snapped open to find him digging something out of his jeans pocket. He pulled out a piece of paper before crouching next to you. You instinctively tensed and squinted at him as he held out the piece of paper. There was an address scrawled onto it along with a phone number. You didn't make a move to take it.

“We got a place, alright? You need a warm bed or… or food or whatever. You can just… come to us. Whatever you need,” he murmured, that stupid pitying look on his face. Your jaw ticked as he placed the paper on your lap when you didn't take it from him. You wondered if he was stupid. Wondered if this was their secret lair, the base of their operation that he’d just handed to you. You didn't know much about the pair of vigilantes, it wasn't like you owned a TV to watch the news, but you’d caught snippets whenever you were at Josh’s. You knew it wasn't just the two of them, though they were the leaders. But they had a whole group and the news called them soldiers. You could easily hand this to the police and you both knew it. You wouldn't though. As much as they were assholes to you the night before, you knew they did good on the street. Made it safer. The streets were very unsafe for anyone homeless, especially a girl like you. Especially in your condition. You’d wasted away out here and your little problem hadn't helped that issue any. There was nothing to you anymore and you knew just how cruel these streets could be. The statistics of homeless people murdered each year were sickening, the number of them going missing even worse. Because homeless people weren't viewed with the same lens everyone else was. They weren't seen as people. People thought they could do what they wanted to someone on the street because they had no one to care for them, no people to miss them when they were gone. Not even the police cared. People were conflicted when it came to the vigilantes. Most people thought they were a good thing, getting rid of crime and doing what the police couldn't or wouldn't do. But the NYPD weren't happy with having their toes stepped on, being made to look bad. And they’d called in the CIA and FBI to help catch the crusaders. It could be dangerous. Make other people feel bold enough to turn vigilante themselves and wind up hurting someone innocent or hurting themselves. It got messy when people thought they could take justice into their own hands. You glared at the paper for a moment, not knowing what to say. You didn't want his pity. You needed the money he’d taken from you but you knew you weren't getting it back.

“My number’s on there… if you ever need anything, need help… give it a call,” he sighed when you didn't speak.

“With what? My invisible cell phone?” you snorted derisively. You couldn't help it. He’d annoyed you and now he was trying to help you. No doubt felt he needed to save you or fix you. You were beyond fixing. He gave you a look for a minute before he rummaged in his pocket again, placing 50 cents with the paper on your lap. 

“Use a payphone if you need to. I’m just trying to help,” he murmured sadly. 

“Well I don't need your help, so go away,” you muttered with a frown. He nodded, not looking happy about it but at least doing what you asked as he stood. He gave you one last lingering look before leaving the alley and you felt yourself relax a small amount. As much as your pain-riddled body would allow you. You picked up the paper, recognising the address as an abandoned industrial estate. You knew it because homeless people would once go there. You knew you should throw the paper out, never planning on using it. But something tugged at the back of your brain and you sighed, slipping it with the 50 cents into your pocket. 

A few hours after Frank’s visit, you were lying unmoving, staring at the ceiling as Josh moaned above you. You felt nothing but a hollow emptiness as he rut into you, jostling your body a little. You knew you would end up here out of your desperation. But as your symptoms got worse, you couldn't hold out any longer. You couldn't go through full withdrawals, not again. You’d stupidly tried to get clean two years back. Decided your addiction was costing you far too much and making you ill. But going cold turkey when you're out on the streets is impossible. When you have no one to take care of you, help you through it. No safe space to go through something so traumatic. You hadn't lasted a day until you’d caved. After a large groan, he pulled out of you, taking off the condom and tossing it carelessly into the wastebasket near the bed. He padded off into the bathroom and you sat up, picking up your clothes as you started to dress yourself. You didn't feel upset. Didn't feel shame. No, that would come later. Once you were dressed, he came back in with a sly smirk, holding out the bag to you. As you made a move to grab it, he pulled it away with a wicked smirk.

“What do you say?” he asked with a raised brow, looking smug. You wanted to hit him. Wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. But you knew what he was like, learned that lesson the hard way and he’d broken your nose for your troubles. You clenched your jaw, right eye twitching.

“Thank you,” you ground out, feeling the prickle of shame start to eat at you. You hated that you’d been reduced to this. All by the shit that was in the bag he was holding. His smirk widened and he let you take the bag. You didn't wait around before you scurried out of his apartment. You’d have enough to last you a week. That's how it usually went. 

You rushed to the shit hole that was your ‘home’, your hands trembling with the need to use. You sat on your makeshift bed, opening the bag quickly. You grabbed the piece of paper Frank had given you before carefully tipping some of the powder onto the back of your hand. You rolled up the paper before snorting it hurriedly. You’d never injected it. Back when Josh first approached you and tried to convince you to use it, how it would make you feel better, you’d told him you didn't want to get addicted. He’d promised you that you wouldn't. You couldn't get addicted if you snorted it. He’d lied. The only real difference between snorting and injecting was the fact it took between 5 to 10 minutes for the high to kick in compared to the instant results of injecting. You felt an instant relief that was more mental than the substance, knowing you finally got what your body needed. You moved to lay down, waiting for it to kick it. It never quite hit the same as when you first started using. You still got high and it helped numb you a bit but you never felt the euphoria you once felt. You’d used for too long, your body had gotten used to it. You’d slowly been having to use more and more as time went on to even feel high at all. You slowly started to feel the effects of the heroin take its hold and you closed your eyes with a breath of relief. At least you’d sleep tonight. 

[bozepomagaj]

College AU!Trigun (part 1)

I can't believe I'm actually posting something I made on a long ass car ride LMAO. I haven't written fanfics in a long time, and this is my first time with 'x reader' fanfics so you'll have to bear with me on this one, I'm treating this as an experiment to see if I can even make these types of fanfics (also I'm a lesbian. But I'm not immune to babygirls.). Criticism is always appreciated on this blog🤝. Also wanted to mention that english is not my first language so I apologize for my poor/repetitive vocabulary. This was proof read but I also apologize in case I missed a mistake or two.

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Summary: you end up at a party and save a mysterious but pretty blondie that your dear friend won't shut up about

Tw: drugging

Cw: swearing, 'questionable noises' get brought up once

Word count: 2.2k

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

There was an infamous guy on campus that seemingly, everyone knew. Rumors about him spread quickly every couple of weeks but what we do know is this:

He came here through a recommendation. Didn't have to work hard like the rest because his relative, supposedly late mother, was an up-and-coming biologist who apparently stuck her nose where she shouldn't have and got killed in an 'accident'. No records of said crash could be found, presumably because the government did their best to cover it up. He barely studies and instead spends time at parties getting drunk out of his mind but luckily he's incredibly smart which means all he really has to do is anxiously study the night before the test and he'll get incredible results everytime. He's kind, caring, cheerful, and many other positive adjectives, or so you've been told by your dear friend Meryl who's been trying to get you to meet him for the past few weeks. She always complained about how you need to 'live a little' because you never went out, always nose deep in some book studying or on your phone, never the outgoing type. She never forced you to go out but this time, she had to because you needed to meet Vash Saverem, the guy she would talk about nonstop.

You stood in front of the door, loud music blaring, people screaming in excitement as their favorite song came on, lights flashing in your eyes until all you could see is white. You could even make out some... questionable sounds but this was normal. This was college. You were going to grab your phone to call Meryl when she bursts out of the front door carrying quite a large, half-unconscious man.

"Oh my god you came afterall, I thought you were gonna ditch me!"

You rolled your eyes at the comment, she promised you 20 bucks if you finally came out of your hidey-hole and who are you to say no to that type of money?

"Yeah, I need to get out from time to time too."

"Good! Now come in!"

She grabs your hand and pulls you inside, giggling while doing so. Clearly she was a little tipsy already. She dragged you to the only clean table in the house, most likely defended it with her life to make sure it stays like that.

"So it's just the two of us?"

"Nope. Others are scattered around, I'll go and find them okay? You just stay here."

It was only then that the realization of what you're doing hit you. You're about to meet her friends. 3 other complete strangers that you only knew some bits and pieces about (except Vash) and you had no idea if they were even gonna like you. You looked around nervously, contemplating if this really was a good idea. The place was already cramped but somehow it felt even more cramped and stuffy in this moment.

"Are you like... sure about this?"

"What do you mean?"

It was honestly surprising how you didn't meet her friends yet, considering how much time she spent around them and how many random stories she told you about them. You made an image in your head of every single one of the individuals she spoke of. The heavily religious Nicholas D. (she said it stands for dickhead) Wolfwood who, despite studying theology and being the first person in the church on a Sunday morning, drank like a 40 year old man with marriage problems. Milly Thompson, a total sweetheart but also not the brightest bulb who went to the gym at least 4 days every week and was fucking shredded and him. Vash. The one and only. She was convinced you two would be great friends when you meet eachother but you doubted that, considering how many stories she told you about him going out to random parties. She left as quickly as she came, looking for her dear friends. You were never much of a drinker so you just sat there, looking at your phone, rejecting random advances from drunk guys&girls alike. 20 minutes pass by and Meryl is still nowhere to be seen. You get a little concerned, these types of parties could get... out of hand at times so you get up, looking for her. You walk around, trying your best not to bump into too many people but you're still met with an occasional 'hey' and 'watch it'. It's then that you witness a different scene. Two guys holding a blondie who was clearly drunk out of his mind, babbling something while the two tried to drag him upstairs. Weird... you thought. But it was then you saw them force his mouth open and quickly throw in a small, pink pill. You might not have been to many parties, but you've seen your fair share of movies and shows to know exactly where this was going. Other people saw the scene, too, but just ignored it.

Fucking Bystander effect.

You kept looking at the scene unfolding infront of you, your mind racing at a 100 miles per hour. You wanted to help obviously but could you really go up against two guys at the same time? Or would you just end up making the situation worse? It's then that you saw both of them hesitating as the blondies legs gave out on him. It was now or never. Quickly, you approached them, putting on the bravest face one could muster up in a situation like this.

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

Their heads snap back, fear in their eyes. Clearly they didn't expect someone to approach them while doing this. They looked at eachother stammering some excuses but you cut them off.

"If you don't mind, I'll be taking my friend back so he'll sober up."

You were quick, hoisted him on your back and dragged him to the nearest bathroom, locking the two of you in a stall. He was completely out of it and you could only hope it was because of the alcohol and not the pill. You forced his mouth open, he didn't swallow the pill. But even then, it must've melted at least a little. You grab the pill and flush it down the toilet, then proceed to slap him a few times so he could maybe, just maybe get a hold of himself.

"Hey, buddy wake up. What's your name?"

You kept trying but it wasn't working. He tried to say something but the words were slurred and nonsensical. You ran to the bar to get a cup of water then returned, making him drink it in hopes it would somehow help. You got your phone and tried to call Meryl to find out this mysterious mans identity at the very least but she wasn't picking up. Texting also didn't work. Frustration and anxiety kept building up, you never expected to be in this situation when suddenly, the guy handed you his apartment keys which you recognized immediately. Meryl had s similar pair which meant they lived in the same apartment complex. After some weird glances and bumping into people, you two managed to drag yourself out of the house, it felt like hours had passed by the time you were in front of his apartment, the poor guy still completely out of it. You unlocked the door hastily and dragged him inside. The apartment was... large. And fancy. Not really what you expected from someone like him. You look around, trying to find a bedroom and on your 4th try, you do. You drag him inside and lay him on the bed, taking off his long coat and his shirt so he doesn't overheat. You give him some more water to drink when finally, Meryl calls you back. Her voice is muffled, loud music still blaring and people talking in the background.

"Where'd you go? I can't find you anywhere."

"No shit, I'm freaking out cuz I'm at some guys's apartment."

You hear Meryls voice shift to being slightly panicked.

"What? Did they take you there? Are you okay?"

"I am fine but the guy certainly isn't! Someone gave him a fucking pill and I dragged him back to his apartment, he didn't swallow the pill so like... maybe he'll be fine."

"Holy fuck, uh, do you want me to come over or something?"

"I'll be fine but I'm going straight home after this. Maybe I can meet your friends another time."

"Yeah, yeah no problem. Sorry about all this I uh... didn't expect this."

You hang up and sigh heavily, putting your head in your hands assessing your situation. You're in a random, half-unconscious guys apartment, sitting down on the floor close to tears because this was NOT how this night was supposed to go. You were supposed to be drinking while meeting new friends and overall having a hell of a time. You decide there's no time to wallow in your misery and you get up, checking back on the guy. He's sleeping soundly, his beautiful facial features still visible by the moonlight seeping through the window. In a way he looked angelic... otherworldy. You grabbed a pen and some paper and wrote a small note.

"Dear stranger,

We don't know eachother but I dragged you home cuz you almost got roofied. If you still feel sick in the morning, please call an ambulance. I hope your hangover isn't too bad.

Ps. Here's my phone number in case you need help with anything."

You left it on the nightstand and quietly exited the apartment. You stumbled back home, absolutely wasted from... well, everything. You got changed, did your nightly routine and the moment your head hit the pillow you fell asleep, exhausted from everything that happened.

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You woke up to the sound of your phone blaring and vibrating. You grabbed it with an annoyed groan slipping past your lips. You tried to turn off your alarm... but realize it was actually a call. Who the, and excuse my language, FUCK would be calling you at 6:07am? You answer with a raspy voice, not even bothering to clear your throat.

"Oh my God you actually picked up, hi! I'm the guy you helped yesterday."

And just like that you were wide awake. Memories of last night flooded your brain as panic set in again.

"Hey, hi, are you okay? Did you call an ambulance?"

"No I didn't, I'm doing fine now thanks to you. I wanted to thank you for helping me out. If I'm being honest I don't remember a thing so... I'm just glad I'm home safe. Thank you."

His voice was like honey, you couldn't tell if he actually sounded that nice or because you still weren't fully awake and being complemented this early in the morning gave you a kind of an adrenaline rush.

"It's no big deal really, it's the least I could've done."

You replied with a small giggle. Not sure what was so funny but just the fact that someone came to thank you for your good deed felt nice.

"It is a big deal though! I'm treating you to coffee or some cakes, I know a really good place. But it would be nice if I knew your name."

Overly-sweet, he was just like the cakes he mentioned. You couldn't help yourself but to smile, it's rare to find people like these today.

"Yeah, sure. The name is (Y/N) (L/N). And you, my mysterious drunken man?"

He giggled at the nickname. For someone to sound so angelic and energetic at 6:10am, he left you in an awe.

"Vash Saverem."

And with that your jaw just dropped. He was the guy you were supposed to get drunk with yesterday, chat about something random and not drag him half-dead body home, wondering if he'll be okay or not. You stayed silent for a couple seconds before nervously talking.

"Oh my God I know you. Kind of, you don't know me but- it's hard to explain okay? We'll talk more when we meet up, bye."

You could hear him protest on the other side of the phone but you quickly hung up out of shock and disbelief. It's like this couldn't get any weirder. You quickly call Meryl, she was gonna murder you for calling her this early but it would only be right to tell her about her friend, right? The phone rang once... twice... three times... four times... and then you heard a loud, pissy groan.

"Seriously. 6am? What is wrong with you."

"Remember the guy I had to drag home yesterday? Turns out it was Vash."

Thank the lord you moved your phone away from your ear because the screech she let out was ungodly.

"You're kidding right!? How do you know!? And is he even okay now?"

Her voice was panicked, you could tell she was concerned about her friend.

"Yes, yes he's fine now. He called me this morning cuz I left him my phone number in case he needed me for something. I still think you should go check on him, just in case."

Meryl hangs up hastily, most likely to run over to Vash's apartment to see how her friend is doing. You just stay there staring at the wall.

You wonder if you'll ever get those 20 bucks she mentioned.

[ianthesotherarm]

eek tagged by @barkingfortheocean thank you! i have not had the pleasure of doing one of these for a while so here goes nothing!

1. nickname -- oh man i haven't really got one! usually i just go by steph -- my gf uses steffi and thats caught on with like 2 other people too?

2. height - 5'1 (and 5'1 and a half if i'm trying to be real precise and underplay how short i am!!!!)

3. last google search - hotels in utica! my pals and i got tickets for women's world championships today and so we are trying to sort out the logistics of the stay (luckily ottawa is v close which helps) 🫡

4. song stuck in my head - nobody speak by dj shadow and run the jewels lmao -- work is really slow this week and im mostly trying to overcorrect with like, overly hype songs to get going with the day.

5. number of followers -- under 10! (said with the lightest of lmao's) ive been a sleeper blog until getting real into pwhl/woho

6. amount of sleep -- usually 7-8 hours! i slept around midnight, wake up around 8!

7. dream job -- something like my current one but a bit more... focused and busier, honestly? i like urban planning tons, and because it's a pretty generalized position (that tends to get me roped into broader housing stuff too), i get to pitch in on a lot of issues. but id love a position to hone in on the bits i like the most!!

8. wearing - black cord pants, black levis shirt -- v basic day at home so i am Dressed Down

9. movie/book that summarizes you -- i am struggling with thinking of a movie/book that summarizes me well???? ever since i saw possession (1981) i havent stopped thinking abt it tho so ill jot that down

10. aesthetic -- paddington bear core?

11. favourite authors - love me a short story so alice munro + ray bradbury. also a freak for some horror so ill always go to bat for shirley jackson

12. favourite song -- currently, wake me up by foals!

13. random fact: i have a murderer's thumb on my right hand 👍 and i can never win a thumb war bc of it 👍

genuinely i think everyone i follow has been tagged 😭 but anyone who sees this should do it! trying to get to know all the lovely woho/pwhl folks 🫡

[felixantares]

Get to know me tag game

Ahhh!! thank you @allalrightagain for the tag 💚

relationship status: single for uhhhh... 5 years now? favourite colour: a sort of dark desaturated blue-green, or like a sea green stuck in my head: only D&D thoughts currently, I've been rereading all my manuals and falling asleep thinking about mechanics lmao also thinking about build me no shrines (sing me no songs) but only in that the guilty thought that I should be editing is plaguing me all hours of the day last song i listened to: Dead Man's Hand by Lord Huron because I'm incapable of going a day without putting on the strange trails album 3 favourite foods: Oh it changes so frequently because of various foods making me sick seemingly at random, but currently I found this place near me that does the most perfect coconut shrimp curry I've ever had in my life and I'd eat it every day if it wouldn't absolutely destroy my bank account. Also recently rediscovered my love of a good ol' PB&J sandwich because apparently I can eat peanut butter again? would love to know when that happened but I'm not complaining. And then probably any form of potato because I'm a simple lad who enjoys the basics. last thing i googled: exhaustion and sanity mechanics for D&D 👀 dream trip: not to like completely steal LT's answer for this one but yeah, basically renting myself a little cottage or apartment for a few weeks somewhere in Europe and doing little trips out to see the area. Scotland has been at the top of my list since I was 8 and I don't even have anything specific I want to see, but I like cold rainy weather and castles so it seems perfect.

tagging: @girl-with-goats @gloivy (i know you're on vacation glo but maybe you'll see this when you get home!!) @nanneramma @luxuriousmalfoy @vitaminpops

[ghostboyjules]

about me

omg tagged first by @mathomhouse-e and then right as I was abt to post this @wordsinhaled tagged me too!! so delighted and honored to be in this wonderful group of mutuals, y'all make my heart warm 💖🥰

Nickname: Jules, I guess, counts? other than that I don't really have a current one... @weirdfishy has been calling me ghostie tho, which I absolutely adore 🥺💕

Sign: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Gemini Rising (Cap Mercury, and if y'all wanna talk astrology my dm's are always open lmaaoo)

Height: 5'7 or 5'8 on a good day (a.k.a when my sciatica isn't elbow dropping me to death)

Last thing I googled: "piercing places" and before that, "images of a shrimp" which I'm including because I thought that was very funny

Song stuck in my head: surprisingly I don't have one up there right now?? well.. I guess kinda,, but it's like a mix of a couple. All Up In Your Mind by Beyoncé, Genghis Khan by Miike Snow, Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac, and In a Week by Hozier.. weird combo of songs but they're kinda cycling through my brain like a weird spirit box-esque radio station

Number of followers: 713 (😳, most of these are like, weird bots or deactivated blogs but still woah..)

Amount of sleep: hmm generally I get anywhere from 3-7 hrs, but as of right this moment (10:38pm) I've had 4hrs 36mins of Actual Sleep (from last night to when I woke up for work this morning) and then a 2 hr nap (before I started dinner this evening)

Dream job: Archivist of Some Sort™ in the Library of Congress,,, with a specialty in Thanatology?? I don't really know the specifics yet but something along those lines ig, if at all possible

Wearing: ..... a gray Cowboy Garfield t-shirt with the phrase "when I die I may not go to heaven. I don't know if they let cowboys in." and black underwear (THESE ARE MY PAJAMAS, OKAY? had to include the undies so you would get the Look™, I can't just say I'm wearing a t-shirt and leave it at that obvi... ajdjakfkg)

Movies/books that summarize you: my brain can't decide which way it wants to take this, so I'm just gonna answer with the Books/movies that I feel has shaped who I am as a person, currently. LOTR & the Hobbit trilogies, The Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater, the Conjuring (only the first one 🔪), Spirited Away, and The Labyrinth. OH SHIT almost forgot, Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children.

Favorite song: this changes daily 😐 rn tho I think probably Blood Upon the Snow by Hozier and Bear McCreary

Favorite instrument: Pipe Organ, Cello, Bass Clarinet, and the voice

Aesthetic: uh... weird goth gay uncle who is lazy and also a witch? is that anything?

Favorite authors: oof alright, well. Maggie Stiefvater, Neil Gaiman, Nora Sakavic, Gege Akutami, Lemony Snicket (Daniel Handler), and a handful of Fanfic Authors that I won't list here because I'm terrified of forgetting someone, but know that I am absolutely counting them and will forever remember their names

Random fun fact: I really love playing guitar hero games but I've never once really tried to learn how to play the guitar

thanks again for tagging me, you two 🥺🥰🥰 y'all have already tagged a lot of the peeps I would have tagged in fandom (so if I tag you again, my bad beloved homies just ignore me lmao), but let's see here... @weirdfishy, @watermelon-mafia, @rabooots, @aquilathefighter, @leave-me-alone-doctor, @eel-divinity, @an-asuryampasya, @pacospandora, @rainbowvamp, @runningheadless, and @howlittleweare <3 WHEW no obligation to do this at all obvi, but if you don't, this is just a reminder that ily 😘 if you do tho, I also love you 💖 okay g'night, loves

[missmeowfam310]

weird taste

Hiiii guyss, I’m back, with another stray kids fluff, this time, it’s mr. Han Jisung, this was also something I’ve written a LONG while ago, I edited so much, I cringed too much too, I’m obviously not so good with emotions, lmao... anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one too, please tell me what do you think.

Also, thank you for the love and support, I’m actually so surprised with the attention “Lee Know knows everything 2″ got, insane.

pairing: han jisung/ reader (y/n) 

Summary: on a lovely night, you hear one of your favorite songs playing from someone else’s car. you met a cute stranger with weird taste in music.

warnings: none? a kiss? jokes? cute Han (yes it is a warning)

wordcount: 1.8 k

ENJOY!!!

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"Do you want anything??"

Your mom asked before heading to the Convenience store.

"Yeah one bag of DORITOS "

The night was weirdly cold, you tightened your arms around yourself to warm yourself up, however, you didn’t hate the cold, the windows were all the way down, your favorite song was stuck in your head, scrolling on your phone, humming the song, until this black jeep parked next to your mom’s car, you turned to see two boys, one of them left the car heading to the store, and the driver Stayed in. the car was blasting great music.

‘great taste’

You thought. Or you THOUGHT you thought, you actually said it out-loud.

"Oh thank you I guess"

He turned to you, why was he glowing in the night, is he a firefly or something.

"You’re welcome; I guess"

‘I should probably stop staring ‘ you thought to yourself, so you turned your attention back to your phone

Until another song started playing from the car next to you, but this time, you were not a fan of this song, in fact, you hate this damn song.

"Okay I take back I first said "

He laughed, throwing his head back.

“and here I thought you were trying to hit on”

“me? Hitting on you? In what world?”

You both laughed this time, because you just lied, to his face, and he knows it.

“my taste in music is, weird, and this is an understatement, my favorite song, when I was a child, was the birthday song”

The laugh you let surprised you.

“oh you’re not joking”

“yeah I’m serious”

You giggled together.

You couldn't help it, his face, his expressions, his giggles, his gorgeous gummy smile, and a great sense of humor, you love a man that could make you laugh.

"A lot in your mind I see"

He said, his tone has changed, he sounded warm, calmer, in this great chilly weather.

"No not really"

"alright, any song recommendations? I know for a fact that this song sucks, but it sucks to appoint where it’s addictive"

You laughed, because it’s the only thing you could do at that moment, your mouth hurts from smiling.

"Hmm lemme think...."

"Alexa, play JP saxe like that please"

"Well, I’m not Alexa but cool, let's see"

"Then who are you?" (it’s just me myself and I)

"It's Han, my name is Han"

"Oh like Han the river??"

"I get that, a lot, but yeah"

He played the song. You sighed, perfect song for this weather.

"It’s y/n, "

"Now that's a nice name, it's fancy knowing you"

"Thank you Mr. Han"

"You're very welcomed miss y/n"

You shared a smile, he radiated warmth in this cold night, played your favorite songs.

"Would you mind if I asked for your phone number? I kinda want to hear more of your favorite songs"

Ah, if this is not the cutest way to ask for a phone number ...

"I do not mind, at all”

He handed you his phone from the window, even his hand feels warm, this human squirrel is a hotpack for god's sake.

He gave you a call to make sure you got his number.

"Cool then, I hope to see you again, y/n"

"I hope I see you again too, Mr. Han"

He waved you goodbye once he saw his friend heading to the car, you smiled and waved back.

Your mom was LATE as usual, but it was the first time that were not really bothered by it.

    It was Friday night, as always, this day is the most boring day of the week for you, but you decided to have fun and let loose, since it had been a while since you did

You took your keys, told your mom you're going for a ride, she told you to be careful, because you just got your driving license.

You got in your new car, shuffled your playlist.

You drove slowly, to be safe, and to fit the mood, you had Chen “shall we” playing, the perfect song, for the perfect mood, yet you still felt like something was missing, you drove this way for a couple of minutes, until you decided that you wanted to have fun, so you took a road where you knew there were no cops, nor cameras,

At the right time, the next song started playing, stray kid “Miroh”, oh it was getting dangerous, it was the perfect song for what you we're about to do.

 You stepped on the gas as hard as you can till you heard the engine roar, and opened the ceiling so you can feel the air slapping your face.

 The adrenaline rush was too much, in the best way possible, your heartbeats were almost as fast as your car, you wanted to live in this moment but you knew it won’t last, good things never do.

 You slowed down because you were getting closer to the traffic light, you fully stopped, it was red, you breathed out, sighing in relief, you felt free, smiling to yourself, because this feeling was exactly what you needed. You were too immersed in your own world, until another car stopped right next to yours,” it was probably one of the neighborhood boys” you thought.

You heard someone calling (more like screaming) your name.

"HEY Y/N NICE ASS CAR"

“who the fuck” you thought

You looked and it was him! Who asked for your phone number and never actually texted you.

"Oh look who's here? If not Han Jisung himself"

"Hi"

He said with the biggest smile ever, he looked genuinely happy to see you, you wondered why.

"Hi"

You said it back, gave him a smile, and looked straight again.

"Hey y/n, can you pull over to the garden that's in the end of the road??"

Why? ‘Am I gonna get kidnapped’ you thought, or was finally going to explain the reason he never texted ?

 You agreed nevertheless, because you are a decent person, definitely not because you wanted to hear him explain, you lost interest in him a long while ago, yeah, definitely.

 You both raced on your way to the park after the green light, another adrenaline rush.

 You pulled over, got out of the car, headed to sit on a chair waiting for his ass to come.

"Hey"

He sat next to you, looking awkward.

You smelled his perfume, it wasn't that strong, He's just sitting next to you, the perfume?  He smelled fresh like he just took a shower, his hair looked a bit wet.

"Hey" you replied

"So" you continued

"What’s up?"

He finally replied

"Listen, I broke my phone and ended up buying another one so I lost all of my contacts including yours and I've been dying to see you and talk to you I never even stopped thi-"

“are you a rapper or something damn chill I’m not running away”

You laughed and joked to ease the mood, you sensed that he was nervous.

His zero reaction lasted 2 seconds till he exploded with the same laugh you never stopped hearing and thinking about

"I'm sorry I just tend to talk really fast when I'm nervous or excited"

He said, wiping his tears and smiling at you.

"Yeah I can clearly see that"

"Anyways, yeah, there’s that, I'm sorry if you thought that I forgot about you because believe me when I say, I didn't"

He apologized even though he did nothing wrong.

"No it's fine, I believe you”

You replied

" you were okay with me not texting you or calling?"

"-"

That's not what you meant at all but you didn’t want to sound desperate, or interested, but also you didn’t want him to feel bad.

"I was sad at first but I got over it"

You decided to be honest, you took a look at his face, and thankfully, he didn't look sad or mad.

"So, can I take your phone number, again??"

He asked you with a shy smile.

"I think you should memorize it too"

You suggested

"maybe I will have it tattooed on my arms"

With a serious face he said.

"did not know squirrels had a bad memory "

You said under your breath, but he must have heard you because started cracking up like there's no tomorrow you actually had to stop him.

"it wasn't even that funny"

"It was not why I laughed actually, my spirit animal is squirrel, I have a squirrel stuffed toy and all of my friends think I look like one, so..."

his squeaky and cute laugh.

"Another question, more like a request"

He talked after a bit of silence

You hummed for him to ask

"Would you go on a date with me if I asked you to?"

Okay that caught you off guard? You thought about for few seconds, you definitely would, it was all you could think about after your first encounter.

"I guess"

You replied trying to look cool and unbothered.

He was looking at his feet, smiling, maybe even blushing, so fucking adorable you can actually beat the shit out of his cute little ass.

"So, will you go on a date with me?"

Looking straight in your eyes, you can’t breathe, what the heck is going on

"Where would you take me Mr. Han?"

He deserved a smile, it’s not like you could help it, it was too easy, to smile with him, around him, at him.

"I actually never thought you'd say yes so I never really thought about it, but now, I think everywhere would be fun with you”

You raised your eyebrows, this was out of the blue

“oh you’re already in love with me huh?”

He laughed hard this time he couldn’t sit properly

“ah I like you you’re funny”

Oh… he was probably joking-

"I like you too Jisung"

BRO WTF WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

He suddenly stopped laughing and looked at you with wide shocked eyes and opened mouth, ah you’re so embarrassed you wanted to be kidnapped by an alien ship.

Until he dropped that question

"Can I kiss you?"

Okay wow this was fast

"Hope you didn’t have any garlic, union, or smoke"

You replied in a serious tone looking at his lost face

"What? What do mean you ho-

You cut him off by pulling his shirt and giving a little peck of his small little cute lips, a fast little peck , you looked at his expression and it was priceless.

He looked shocked, a bit dizzy and out of this world, this guy is a whole meme and you like him too much for your own sake.

"Can you do that again?"

You giggled,

"don’t be greedy, that’s all you’re getting tonight sweetie, anyways I’m late, gotta head home now"

You stood up, waved him goodbye, heading to your car, smiling to yourself-

"WAIT YOUR PHONE NUMBER"

It startled you, you looked back to see him running towards you.

You laughed at the way he looked, small.

"Here"

You shared your phone numbers.

"Well, I guess this is it, I can't believe I actually saw you"

He said.

"To be honest me too"

"So, see you soon??"

"See you soon Han"

(I hope you like this one too)

[kindahoping4forever]

Hi Crystal!

Just looked through your blog to see if I had missed any thoughts you shared on the album, but instead I saw you said you didn't post anything bc no one asked. So I came here to ask ☺️

What song surprised you most? What's your current top 3? What line(s) keeps rotating in your head? What stood out to you most on first listen? (Feel free to ignore the questions if you'd like to just ramble about the album in general. I just want to know your thoughts haha)

What did you end up thinking of the iHeartradio set list? I was surprised they didn't play Bad Omens and that Complete Mess was actually the only new song they played.

They really did look hot. Especially Ashton. I feel like it's always especially Ashton lmao.

I really appreciate you both looking for and asking my opinion! (And sorry for the delay in answering, omg this week has been a lot both IRL and in 5SOS-land 🫠)

Current Top 3 would have to be: Caramel, Bad Omens and... Moodswings? Either Moodswings or Red Line. (I should do the song sorter to see how I really feel I guess 😌) I don't know if any particular song surprised me but I think in general, I was pleasantly surprised at how much their lyricism has continued to evolve. There's so much symbolism and truly poetic imagery in this album, while still maintaining an accessibility that doesn't distract from the sometimes painful honesty of what's being talked about.

Which was another surprise for me: they talked so much about wanting this album to feel lighter and brighter than CALM, how they purposely wrote in major chords and keys, how that's what the world "needs" - and they accomplished that, this album is energetic and a delight... but also contains some of their saddest lyrics to date. 😅 I'm definitely not complaining, sad girl hours all day everyday, I actually love that juxtaposition, but that was funny to me.

Another pleasant surprise (for me anyways lmao) is how Ash-heavy this album feels - and I don't just mean how rhythm heavy it is or the fact that he actually gets lead vocals (that would've been enough though 😍) and is so audible in the group vocals. One of the things I've always loved about 5SOS is at least to me, I feel like they each have distinct songwriting/melodic voices and tendencies and so it's often apparent whose artistry is driving a song. And so to me, I hear a lot of Ash melodies and I see his large fingerprints all over some of these lyrics. Which makes me both happy and sad because like I said, this album is lowkey depressing as fuck but you know what, the man knows how to make beautiful art out of that darkness so 😌

I don't know if I'm ready to say it's my favorite album or their best album yet (historically I usually say YB is the fav and CALM is their best, for the record) but I am definitely very happy and very proud of what was accomplished here! 👏🏻👏🏻

iHeartRadio thoughts under the cut!

I really really loved the iHeart set! I saw them at Wango Tango (another iHeart event) and while I will never complain about seeing them live, their set there was... puzzling to say the least. Only 5 songs total and the only new song they did was Me Myself & I, which was only a few weeks old and had not received the radio exposure that Complete Mess had (and also a bit too mid-tempo for the set IMO).

I think they definitely made strides to correct those issues in the iHeart set and it was a dream! At a radio/festival show, the goals should be crowd engagement (which is why I think they mostly stuck to their best known songs) and giving a performance so memorable, no matter how many artists play, you're the one people go home remembering. For that reason, Teeth should always be in their festival set, even if people don't know it (and it seemed like a surprising amount did!), it slaps so hard, it's gonna be a moment whether you're a fan or not. I think they should also consider making Complete Mess a staple in that kind of set, it's also a great live moment and I think gives a good example of what kind of band they'd like to be seen as in this era. And I will never get over the fact we got No Shame/Easier/More at a radio show, that's nuts. It's what we (and More) deserve. 10/10.

[laundrybiscuits]

tagged by @trensu! this is literally zero fandom content so I'm putting it under a cut

Nickname: I picked this username because my laundry basket and a packet of biscuits were in my eyeline when I created the account. I am a Professional Creative.

Height: short lmao

Last thing I googled: vegetarian mentaiko

Song stuck in head: look…I wish it were some cool indie thing but if I am being one hundred percent honest, it is the theme song from a Japanese supermarket I went to last week. since then, I have woken up every morning thinking maybe today I will be free, and every morning I am wrong.

# of followers: a little over 700 but I'm pretty bad at cleaning out bots so who knows, I may mostly be talking to myself out here.

Amount of sleep: I am so so protective of my 8 hours. I can get by on less, but my willingness to do so wanes with every passing year.

Dream job: I don't believe in dream jobs as a concept! IME in the arts/culture sector, ostensibly desirable industries tend to attract wild egos and self-perpetuating systemic access inequities. I've also worked extensively in/with academia, and suffice to say that academia as an aesthetic is freaking hilarious to me. try making a moodboard about a perpetually broken in-house CMS and a byzantine procurement system.

Wearing: the most comfortable clothes I own i.e. an oversized t-shirt from a live orchestral performance of Undertale music I went to in Chicago a few years back, and dhoti salwar I picked up in Hyderabad for a friend's wedding.

Movie/book that summarizes me: I dunno about 'summarizes' but when I watched EEAAO I was like…jfc I knew this would be my shit but I did not know it would be, like, My Shit.

Fave song: I like a lot of music and my faves shift around depending on my mood! but if I absolutely had to pick an all-timer...Frank Ocean's Sweet Life, maybe? channel ORANGE was a game-changer for me.

Aesthetic: generally I dress like a bizarre mix of "beleaguered sea witch" and "teenage DM in 1996." (I was not a teenager in 1996, I've just never dressed in an appropriately contemporary way)

Fave authors: Pterry has been my go-to comfort read for 20 years; I'll also read literally anything by Ocean Vuong, Carmen Maria Machado, Anthony Oliveira, and Zen Cho. Some slightly less contemporary authors whose prose was very formative for me: James Baldwin, Octavia Butler, Witi Ihimaera, Vladimir Nabokov. I could keep going tbh, I read a lot and my last two apartments were less than a block away from their respective local libraries. (not my current apartment tho, which I am being a giant spoiled baby about.)

Random fact: it's actually really tough to pick something fun that doesn't immediately doxx me lol. how about this—I once spent 6 weeks on an archaeological dig in Roswell, NM.

[spikybanana]

get to know me: tag game

tysm for the tag @mkaugust <3<3!! I loved these questions

Relationship status - *error: field does not exist in database* *system has been thrown into infinite loop* (me + romantic relationship is not making sense in head and I'm overthinking now, don't mind me XD)

Favourite colour - I'm on a bit of a navy blue/black kick recently :3

Favourite food - idk actually. I don't spend enough time thinking about food ahaha. I say "rice" whenever my brother asks this question and it annoys him so much, it's so cute. ("what do you mean just rice?? you've got to be lying!")

Song stuck in your head - OKAY LOOK, I'm actually proud of figuring this out: this is always the song I paused on before going to do something else, and if I go back to listen to the song the whole way through, it stops being stuck in my head. (right now it's Over & Over by Fleetwood Mac)

Last thing you googled - "where does nietzsche say if truth exists it doesn't matter to me" IDK I'm trying to pull an essay out of thin air here D;

Time - 21:05, on the whole a very sane hour to be on tumblr?

Dream trip - drop. me. in. the. middle. of. tibet. and. I. will. live. there. forever. (yes yes college hippie urge to abandon society etc it's true I admit it)

Last book/fic you read - I'm slowlyyy listening to Crime and Punishment atm? and last book I finished was Nietzsche's the Gay Science which is like, idk WHY I do this to myself. he just makes me want to bang my head on the table. And uhhh I really haven't had mental space to read a good long fic recently it's so sad!! I can't wait for holidays when I can spend 2 whole days thinking about nothing else and sink my whole body and soul into a story lol

Last book you enjoyed - I actually really like Crime and Punishment. but also: Worlds of Exile and Illusion by Ursula Le Guin

Last book you hated - Dune. I hated reading it so much really could not stand the prose sorry:((( I rly hope my own sci fi au doesn't read like that haha...

Favourite thing to cook/bake - I'm a rly impatient cook so recently it's a simple spicy soy sauce soup noodles. it's so quick and warm and tastes of home :)

Favourite craft to do in your free time - >:) *inserts my origami sideblog* again, haven't gotten around to anything seriously cool recently but I love a little modular origami/kusudama

Most niche dislikes - (august I stole the beverages theme) idk if this counts but I always go "heh?" when people call bubble tea "boba tea" ahahaha this is so dumb & there's like NO reason at all I don't know why it irks me so much

Opinion on circuses - ...? (I don't... think I know anything about modern day circuses but I suspect it's the sort of thing that could send me into an existential spiral lmao)

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what’s the worst way you’ve gotten lost? - oooh you know what, I'm pretty good with maps and am quite proud of it haha, I did the directions for dad when I was 11 and we had like a week long road trip. that's not to say I've not had the dumbest way of getting lost though— was on a multi-day camping hiking trip this summer and literally FORGOT to bring a map, which is still fine as long as I had my phone but then MY PHONE DIED in the middle of a really fucking long day and then there was a military zone diversion and I couldn't find the fucking path and had to trek on the ROADS for like 2 hrs but then this rly nice man gave me a lift to the next town and all was well.

no pressure tagging: @shipsgaysfordays @whywcd @everythingbutcoldfire @lavenderandliliesx @fonkeloog

[aries-online]

Someday

Authors note: Sorry for taking such a long, unannounced hiatus. Had alot of stuff happen irl that got in the way of writing. Gonna start working on requests after this is posted lmao. The plot is kinda cliche, but i had fun writing it anyways. This is alos loosely based on the song someday from the movie Zombies. my two sisters wont stop watching it and the song someday is hella good for a movie that first aired on the disney channel.

Word count:1106

You were hopelessly optimistic in this new world you were brought to. People thought of you as strange, not only for being magicless, but for being sickenly hopeful about your place in Twisted wonderland. But despite how strange you were, you couldn’t help but capture the hearts of all those you encountered.

“Good morning” Kalim greeted, giving you a small wave as him and Jamil passed by you. “Morning” You replied with your own smile and wave “we still on for the tea party with the other dormheads after class?” you asked. He gave you an excited nod “of course! Even malleus is gonna come this time!” he replie, his smile only growing wider. You exchanged goodbyes, making your way to your separate classes. Your first class you had with your first two friends, Ace and Deuce. As you entered Trein’s classroom, you could hear them bickering over something random. “Morning you two” you greeted as you passed them by, making your way to your seat. They paused their bickering for a second to greet you in return, before shortly returning to their argument. You let out a soft chuckle as you sat in your seat. You wouldnt be too upset if Crowley never found you a way back to your world.

With a small basket of cookies you made, you started off towards the mirror hall. Waving at those who called out your name. “Heya, Little Shrimpy” Floyd called out, waving his hand high in the air, motioning you over. Beside him stood his twin, Jade. “Hello Prefect” Jade smiled as you approached. You chuckled “i thought i told you to call me [NAME], Jade” you replied. “My appologise” he replied. “Whatcha doing, shrimpy?” floyd asked, leaning down to your level, a toothy grin on his face. “Im heading to a tea party with the dormheads” you replied, a smile on your face as well. Floyd stood back up and sighed “Boring” he replied. You chuckled, pulling two cookies out of the basket. “I gotta go, but here” you said, handing each one of the cookies. “Have a good day” you continued, heading on your way once again. “Bye Shrimpy” Floyd called out after you, albeit a bit muffled from the cookie in his mouth. You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you walked off.

About a week after the tea party, you were holding a water balloon fight at Ramshackle. Several students from across dorms ran around the spacious courtyard area, eaveryone was laughing and screaming and chasing eachother around. You sat on the back porch, taking a moment to calm a dizzy spell you had been feeling for the past few days, something you attributed to the summer heat. You chuckled to yourself as you watched Sebek get pelted in the face by Lilia. You grimaced slightly, your head suddenly feeling like it was about to implode. If you hadn’t already been sitting down, you would have more then likely collapsed. Once the headache subsided enough you could move once more, you stood up to make your way into your dorm, only to have your vision blur out and for you to faint. When you awoke, you were in the infirmary. Your vision was still heavily blurred, but you could hear the hushed whispers of the headmaster and the handful of people who stuck around in the infirmary with you.

“The high levels of magic they have encountered in this world has seemingly accumulated inside of their body” an unfamiliar voice explained “without magic of their own, its causing them to slowly wither away”. You hear several gasps, your vision still blurred. “Will they make it?” one of the people asked, their voice barely above a whisper”. It was silent for a moment before you heard the person respond “it is highly unlikely,but they would have the best chances in an environment that is magic free”. You knew what that meant, and you hated the thought, closing your eyes once again.

After your time in the infirmary, you were released back into the school, your vision having yet to return to normal. Grim had become sort of a guide to you, leading you by the hand wherever you had to go. “Henchman, your gonna be okay” grim said, sure of himself as you both sat at a table in the hall “after all, you have the great grim beside you. You chuckled, bringing your spoon up to your mouth. The truth was bitter, but you knew crowley was hunting for a way for you to return hom, Now more then ever.

The time of your return ceremony was in under an hour, and you couldn’t compose yourself. Warm tears had begun to stream down your face and you couldn’t stop them no matter how hard you tried. “ i dont wanna go” you muttered, furiously wiping at your face “I wanna stay”. You could hear the headmaster sigh before feeling his hand on your shoulder. “I understand how attached you got to this world and its inhabitants” he replied gently “but for the sake of your life, the student body would rather see you go home then watch you slowly perish”. You could feel his hand gently wipe away a few tears. You gave a small nod,sniffling as you did so. You let him guide you towards the mirror chamber. Despite your poor vision, you could see the very blurry outlines of your friends. One thing you were slightly happy about in this bitter moment was that you couldn’t see the crying faces of everyone around you. One by one, they each pulled you into a hug, whispering their goodbyes to you. When that was all over, crowley led you towards the big mirror in the center of the room. He spoke a few words in a language you didn’t recognize before saying the same things he did when you first arrived in their world. When it came time for you to maifest your home in your mind, you turned behind you , your vision clearing up. As the last second cleared, you gave a weak smile and whispered “i’ll be back one day”. After your last word spoken, you reached out to the mirror, feeling yourself being pulled through.

When you awoke, you were in a hospital bed, wrapped in bandages. “Oh [name]” you heard a woman whisper, causing you to turn your head slightly to the side. “Hi mama” you whispered, a grimace on your face “what happened?” you asked. You could see tears streaming down your face as she spoke. “An accident, sweetheart” she whispered “an accident”

[ossified-hypothesis]

9 people you want to get to know better ^^

tagged by: @wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart (thanks! 🥰)

last song: Take Me to War by The Crane Wives because I was listening to my DnD character's spotify playlist on repeat the other day and got it stuck in my head

(ok so technically I was listening to the radio last night and the last song before I turned it off was the Sinéad O'Connor cover of Nothing Compares 2 U but idk if that counts lol)

currently watching: I've barely watched any TV this summer despite my plans to finally catch up on all the shows I was neglecting during exams (sorry Shadow and Bone S2 and Warrior Nun, I will finish you one day. probably), partly because I've not been feeling like it and partly because I've been spending my time listening to various podcasts instead (namely WOE.BEGONE, Wolf 359, The Bright Sessions, The Penumbra Podcast, WTNV, Re: Dracula, Monstrous Agonies, Greater Boston, and TAZ: Steeplechase). I had been watching the latest series of The Great British Sewing Bee but the final was last week. Uhhhh I watch Countdown fairly religiously when I'm not busy in the afternoons, does that count? lol

currently reading: Again I've been in a massive reading slump this summer for some reason, although I've been keeping up with all my classic book email newsletter things (the ones for les miserables, moby dick, pride and prejudice, and dracula). Over the last week I started reading Thistlefoot by GennaRose Nethercott and resumed reading Black Water Sister by Zen Cho, and my library loan of the ebook of Across the Green Grass Fields by Seanan McGuire has just come through on my Libby app so I'll probably start that soon

oh and of course I'm reading way too many webcomics lmao

latest obsession: hmmm my concentration and energy has been a bit uhhh not great recently so don't really think I've been enjoying anthing to an obsession level per se, but I've definitely been getting back into podcasts in a big way (especially WOE.BEGONE!)

also I recently went through a period of creating really specific/niche spotify playlists, like every song I'd liked that had a person's name in the title, or adding every song I could find on spotify that had the title "worm". is that anything

tagging (no pressure oc !!) : not sure how people feel about being tagged but if you're reading this and you want to take part consider yourself tagged! I'd love to hear more about you especially if you're someone I see pop up in my notifs every now and then 🥰

[n7viper]

getting to know y'all~

Tagged by @commander-krios 💖 Thanks bb! I was gonna try to be cool and be like "well I tagged [these people] last time but I'm gonna tag someone else this time!" Except that it turns out I left it open last time 😎 So I'm STILL leaving it open because I'm shy today teehee :3c If you see this, you're tagged! Tag me so I can see your answers! 💖

Nickname: Just Viper :) I've been going by it for probably about 7 or 8 years now. You can call me Nic if you'd like, though. That's technically a nickname too (but is also just my name)

Sign: Aries ♈️ If you're into astrology, I'm apparently Aries sun, Pisces moon, and Libra rising. Whatever that means haha

Last Google Search: Alfajores! A friend sent me a video that had people eating them, so I asked my Chilean friend about them and also went searching for recipes. They look like tasty little cookies, and I wanna try them so badly.

Song stuck in my head: "Remember Me" by Currents

Sleep: I don't typically get as much sleep as I should. I'm a big night owl, and no amount of conditioning changes that. I usually get around 5-6 hours a night because I can't sleep until 2 or 3 but need to get up at 8. (I have tried everything, including medication, trust me) In an ideal world, my sleep schedule would be, like, 6am-2pm lol

Dream Job: This is unchanged from last time. I hate the term "dream job" but I would ideally work in a specific healthcare field or in animal welfare.

Wearing: Comfy black athletic shorts, a blue tie-dye Spiritbox t-shirt, and an Underoath hoodie from the Voyeurist Tour last year :3 (I'm seeing them in a few days, too!)

Favorite Song: Oh, I can't ever just pick one. However, according to last.fm, my most played song of all time is "Slaughterhouse (feat. Bryan Garris) by Motionless in White" with 210 scrobbles. It came out 10 months ago... lmao

Favorite Instrument: I can't play any, but my favourite to listen to is drums. I love absolutely disgusting blast beats; gets me hyped up every time.

Aesthetic: Modern, neon, or pastel-based things. I know, those are all a bit contrasting. My previous answer was fairy kei, and that still stands. Pastel goth.

Favorite Authors: I also don't read books much anymore. My favourite authors are all of the gay ppl writing fanfic in my phone 😘

Favorite Colour: PINK! Pink pink pink pink! I tend to gravitate more towards softer blushes or baby pinks, but most pinks are good. Green used to be my favourite as a kid, and I'm still partial to it.

Favorite animal sound: Same as Kay - cats purring. Alice has a slightly squeaky purr, and it melts my heart every time. It never gets old.

Last song: I'm listening to "Call of the Wild" by Powerwolf right this second.

Last series: I don't really watch much TV. I keep up with AEW Dynamite and Rampage every week, but that's not exactly the same. I binged the first 6 seasons of Letterkenny recently.

Random: Is mashed potatoes and gravy a whole meal? Because that's what I ate for lunch at 3:30pm like a normal human.