#I need to finish both before Saturday so I can go to dnd

[chickenisamazing]

Wow I really just did the easy assignments that took no time at all to do and decided I'd been productive enough

[scarisd3ad]

Found you [steve harrington x f!reader remake]

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- the vanishing of will byers -

The wheelers were definitely one of the more well off family's of hawkins. So if their oldest daughter refused to babysit her younger siblings, they were able to afford to pay a babysitter. That why I babysjt for them, they pay really good, and holly might be the cutest thing to grace this planet (but mostly because they pay good). I babysat every Sunday and Monday nights because Karen and Ted wheeler went out bowling on Saturday, and both went out with friends on Monday nights. Nancy didn't like babysitting and they didn't want to push her to so I did it. I had already known the family since Mike was a baby so I was probably the only one karen trusted with her two youngests.

I sat at the kitchen table with holly as she colored. Mike and his friends aka the party (they named theirselves I don't ask questions) were downstairs playing dnd. It was around 7:30 so I was about to start getting ready to put holly down at 7:45. "C'mon hol let's get ready for bed" I say. She pouts but subsequently pushes the coloring book, and pack of crayons my way. I stand up and walking around the table, and pick up holly. I walk up stairs with holly on my hip towards her bedroom. Karen had already put out her pjs and was going to bathe her in the morning so I didn't have to worry about that. I set her down as I push open her bedroom door. I spot the new 'big girl bed' set up already. Holly was 2 and her parents had just transitioned her from the old crib to a toddler bed. "You got you're big girl bed?" I asked as I grabbed her hand leading her towards her bed.

She nods shyly, as she grabs her pjs, and follows me towards the bathroom. She can change herself now so I stand by just incase she needs help as she changes. Once she's finished I pick her up and set her on the counter. I grab her toothbrush, and squeeze a bit of toothpaste ontop, before running it under the faucet. I hand it to her and she brushes her teeth as her toothbrush sings the abc's. Once she was done I hand her a cup of water so she could rinse. I rinse the toothbrush of before placing it with the others.

I picked her up, and take her back to her room. She yawns as she leans her head against my shoulder. "You tired?" I asked softly, she nodded before closing her eyes. I lay her down, tuck her in, and press a kiss to her forehead even though she already asleep. As I walk out out of the bedroom I turn the lights off.

I walk back into the kitchen to wash the dishes as I waited for it to be about time mikes bedtime. I can hear the boys shouting from down stairs. His bedtime is 15 minutes after 8 on school nights, and 15 after 9 on weekends. It was Sunday meaning it was a school night.

Once the clock hit 8:15 I walk over to the basement door swinging it open, the boys are all scrambling around looking for something "Mike!" He looked up from the bottom of the stairs "y/n, we're in the middle of a campaign!" He said. "You mean the end? Your mom said Fifteen after" I said pointing at my wrist before walking away. I can still here the boys shouting from down stairs as Mike follows me up.

"Y/n, wait, just 20 more minutes" he pleads as I leaned against the kitchen counter. "It's a school night micheal" I say bring out a full name, which means I'm serious. I don't want to get fired!

"I just put holly to bed. You can finish next weekend" I said as I continue to was the dishes I didn't do. "But that'll ruin the flow!" He argued. "Mike" I say with an eyeroll. "I'm serious, y/n. The campaign took 2 weeks to plan."

"How was I supposed to know it was going to take ten hours?" He asked his voice going quiet. My eyes widened "Mike! Ten hours?! You've been playing for ten hours?" I say absolutely flabbergasted. How can a bunch of 12 year olds sit around and play one game for 10 hours! He rolls his eyes but ends up going down stairs to tell his friends it's time to leave.

I watch as both Lucas, and will come up waving goodbye as the walk towards the door. Then dustin walks up with a box of pizza in hand. "You want this?" He asked. I shake my head "no but I'll go ask Nancy" I said taking the box from him. "I'll see you later bud" i say waving him off to leave.

I take the box up stairs. Nancy's door is semi closed not enough to see through but it was obvious cracked a bit. I push the door open beginning to say "hey nanc-" I see Nancy and Liam making out on her bed "oh my god" I whispered to myself and clamp my eyes shut. Both of their eyes are wide when I open my eyes. "Don't tell anyone y/n" Liam said. Steve didn't deserve this, I had to tell him. I couldn't just not tell him, right? "Y/n?" I blink a bit "yeah! Sure, sure" I say before closing the door and walking back down stairs. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. How am I not supposed to tell Steve, but also I just told Liam I wouldn't tell anyone.

This was just way too much information I learned all at once.

Bringgggg bringggg.

The phone brought me out of my heavy thought. I walk over and pick it up. "Hello?" I say quietly.

"Hey y/n, heard you were sitting for the wheelers and wanted to tell you I finished the project" it's Steve...

"You did?" I asked almost astonished that he did school work.

He laughs "yeah I did don't be surprised."

"How'd you know I was sitting here tonight?" I asked as I lean against the wall.

"Asked Liv, so hows sitting for the wheelers doing ya?" He asked.

I sigh I had to tell him. Just tell him! "Um..Steve I have to tell you something" I whispered.

"Hm?"

"I um saw Nancy and Liam.." I whispered.

He hangs up, the only thing I hear is beeping. Oh my god.

20 minutes later karen and Ted come back. Ted drives me home. He doesn't bother making small talk he just tries to drive as fast as he can (without breaking the law) so he can get back home and watch tv.

I'm was glad to be home, I'm was just ready to pass out.

-

I wake up at 7:30 the next day. A little late but I still had enough time to get ready, and not be late for school.

When I walk out of my bedroom I see my dad passed out on the couch, beers surrounding him, while the tv was playing the news station. Sometimes I wish my dad didn't drink so much, him, and drunk don't pair well together.

I sigh as I hear the phone ringing. I walk over to the phone and pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey y/n. I..I know you were babysitting for Karen last night Um do you know if he stayed the night there?" Joyce asks.

I shake my head "no ma'am I watched him leave" I say.

She sighs shakily "oh..oh okay I'm sure he just le..left early for school" she says before hanging up the phone.

I couldn't help but be worried the entire time I was making breakfast, and the drive to school. Will was a good kid, he wouldn't just leave early without telling his mom. I was worried something happened to him last night. I was worried someone took him.

It could've been his father, their father had a track record for doing shit like this. Snatching up one of the kids, taking them up to his house just for shits and giggles. Just to see how worried joyce got. I remember in middle school he took Jonathan one night, I will never forget how Joyce came knocking on our door with will beside her (he was only about 9 at the time) she sobbed in our living room for an hour scared her boy was snatched up by some crazy person.

Dad sat with her rubbing her back trying to convince her that's not what happened, then my dad said "maybe Lonnie has him" Joyce stood up so fast marching out that door leaving Will with us. She came back half an hour later with Jonathan who was just as shaken up as his mother was. They stayed with us that night, and every night for the rest of the week.

I sat in the car with my dad, we were driving down the road to school. "Joyce called earlier" I whispered he hummed "hm what'd she want?" He asked I bounced my leg up and down anxiously. "She cant find will" I say. He shrugs "Lonnie probably took him again" dad muttered as we pull up to my school.

I see Liv, and Liam standing at the front of the school (the both normally wait for Michelle and I). Then I spot Steve's bmw parked next to a tree. He's still in his car. I get out, grab my bag, and walk over to his car. I tap my finger against the glass. He's just depressingly staring at his lap. He jerks his head towards me frightened by my unexpected presence. He smiled wheakly before rolling down the window.

"You alright?" I asked, he shrugged. "I've..I've got the project in the back if that's what you're looking for" he whispered as he took his keys out of the ignition. I shook my head "just wanted to see how you're doing" I say stepping back as he gets out of his car.

"I'm fine why wouldn't I be fine?" He said. I watched as he glared at liam. "I just thought he was my friend you know."

"You going to do anything?" I asked. Steve was the king of hawkins high, known for bullying everyone. I thought he was going to like beat him up or something. "No.." he whispered.

"Harrington?! What the fuck are you doing!" I hear tommy shout from across the parking lot. Steve looks up. Tommy's standing next to his car with one arm wrapped around his girlfriend, Carol.

"See you in 4th?" I nod in response as I watched him walk over to his friends, fixing his posture and putting my on a fake confidence.

I began to walk toward liam, Liv, and now Michelle who stood by the entrance of the school. Liv waves as I walk towards them. "Y/nnn!" Michelle says as i wrap my arms around her hugging her. "Thought you weren't going to come today" she says with a laugh. "I was just talking to Steve" I whispered. Liam looks at me, a look that said "you better not have told him." I pull away from Michelle and give Liam a shy wave. Liam smiles akwardly back. It feels weird, distant, like he's not my friend anymore just a guy I once knew. Liv side eyes both of us. Nancy walks into the school with Barb beside her. Liam stares for a second "Hey I'll catch you guys later" Liam said before following after nancy. "What the hells wrong with you two?" Liv asks as soon as liam walks away.

"Nothing" I said crossing my arms over my chest. "You sure?" Liv asked leaning against the brick wall. "We're fine" I whispered. Liv looks over at Michelle "do they seem fine to you?" Michelle shrugs. "Not my business" she said leaning her head against liv's shoulder. Why'd she care so much? How was I even supposed to tell her I found her brother swapping spit with Steve harringtons girlfriend? "Did you guys fuck?" Liv blurts out. My eyes widen. How could she even think that! I'd never touch her brother in a romantic or sexual way. Even if I did like him because she's my best friend.

"Oh my god, noo! I'd never do that!" I say. She sighs "seriously though you guys are acting weird did you fight?" I shook my head. "No it's nothing alright just drop it..." she nodded hesitantly.

"I'll see you guys later" I said quietly as I walked into the school. First period was biology. honestly not my favorite thing to be doing at 8 o'clock in the morning, but it could be math. I first stop at my locker to pick up my notebook, textbook, and pencil case, before making my way to the other side of the building. It wasn't a big building which I'm extremely greatful for, I could be at the high school I was supposed to go to in New York. The thing was massive.

The door was propped open, and Mr. Reynolds was sitting at his desk, flipping through a stack of papers. Only a few other kids were in the classroom, no one I really talked to but I didn't care to be talking to anyone at 8 in the morning anyways. I found my seat quietly and looked up at the objective on the board.

A couple of popular girls walked in after me, giggling as they found their seats. I open up my notebook and jot down the date since we're only supposed to be doing notes today.

"Hey" I look up to see one of the popular girls in my grade, Anna Wilkinson. I can hear her friends trying to quietly giggle from behind me. "Hey?" My eyebrows furrow together. Why did people decide to bother me this early. She can barely get out a sentence without running back to her freinds giggling.

-

It's now the beginning of fourth period. Steve hadn't walked in yet and I was beginning to think him, and Nancy decided to skip fourth to make out in the bathroom. Then I remembered he's not the happiest with Nancy currently, but he was good at faking so who knows what he's doing.

30 seconds before the bell rang Steve waltz's in with our project. Late as always. He takes a seat next to me greeting his friends along the way.

"You're late" I whispered, "no I had 30 seconds to spare" he says smirking. I roll my eyes. The bell rings. "I talked to nance" he whispered as the teacher explained what was going to happen this class period. "What'd she say?" I asked.

"She said nothing going on between her and Liam" I roll my eyes. "Do you believe her?" He shrugs. He believes her, he'd always believe her. "But you said yourself you had a feeling something was happening?" He shrugs. Steve harrington was so fucking stupid "so you don't believe me?" He shrugs again.

"Y/n?" I look up to see Mrs. Walker holding a slip of paper. Which I assumed was from the front office. "You're fathers here." I nod grabbing my things. "See you tomorrow" I mutter as I walk past Steve and towards the door. I go to my locker first grab my backpack out of there,  put my notebook, and other stuff back. Then I head up to the front office. My dads sitting in a chair all slumpt back. Dad looks up once the door slams shut. "What's wrong?" I asked he has pity in his eyes. "Will's missing" he whispered. I let out a deep breath. It's my fault. I immediately blame myself, I always do. I should've told him to stay and had Ted take him home. I could've done so much.

"Did you check Lonnie's?" I asked. "We're trying but we're going to check the surrounding areas first." I cross my arms over my chest "but he's taken him before he could be there!" I argue. "Calm down, we're looking y/n." I blink back tears as I turn around. "Let's just go" I whisper. I hear the chair creek as he gets up. Dad placed his hand on my back escorting me out of the office. "See you around Deb" dad says waving goodbye to the office worker.

Dad helped me into the car, and took my bag, throwing it into the back. "You'll find him right?" I asked quietly. "We're trying" he says back. He puts the keys into the ignition, letting the car start up. "You're going to find him right?" I repeat a little louder. "I can't promise anything" I sighed letting my face fall against the glass.

Tears ran down my cheeks as dad drove us to the station. I couldn't help but feel like this was my fault. I always blamed myself, when mom left, when Sara died. It was somehow my fault. I always felt like mom wished it was me who died not sara. That's why she left. She didn't care that much for me. She could start over forget about dad and I. I always felt that if it was I to die my parents would still be together. Even though their marriage had been failing far before sara and I. They tried to fix things for us, but obviously it didn't work.

"You're going to stay here while me and the others look for will." I turn towards him astonished that he wouldn't let me help too. "I'm going too" I argued he tried to stand his ground but I continued to argue. "More people equals more ground searched. Let me come too!" He sighs "no I already said no!" He shouts. I roll my eyes and cross my arms "this is so unfair" i muttered as I got out of the car "life's not fair!" He shouts as I'm walking up to the station.

-

Dads out for a couple hours. I swear I fell asleep at least 5 times in dads office chair. It was big and comfy and so hard to stay awake in. I seriously don't know how dad worked in that chair.

He comes and picks me up before dropping me off at home so they can go do more searching. Im still not happy but what else it there to do.

Staying at home by myself in the middle of the woods always had me a little to paranoid. Every noise made me jump, and I always remembered to lock every door and window in the house. No one was getting in here without me letting them in or a key.

I was a little more terrified today that any other. Maybe it was will going missing, maybe it was all the serial killers on the news, but I was jumping at every single random noise I heard. Dad wasn't going to be back late, and I was frantically checking every door and window. I needed someone here, or I needed to leave. And I definitely wasn't leaving at this time of night so I picked up the phone. Who was I going to call? I didn't know. The first number that popped into my head was the stations (obviously couldn't call that so next..) the next one is familiar but I didn't know who it was but I called it cause that's all my brain could remember right then.

One ring, two rings, three rin-

"Hello?" Steve.

"Hey" I whispered back, I'm jittery I can barely keep my hand still.

"Y/n? What's up?" He asked.

"Can you come over...please?" I whispered. I feel like I'm about to cry. I don't know why I'm about to cry but I am.

"Um yeah i...sure I'll be there in a few minutes."

I swear my brain was torturing me. Every time a tree would scratch against a window, or one of those random 'night sounds' happened I'd jump. I forced myself to watch cartoons to try and calm myself down but it didn't really work.

When I heard a knock at the door I knew it was Steve but a voice in the back of my head tried to convince myself it was a monster? Serial killer? I don't even know. The only thing that convinced me it was him was when I heard.

"Y/n? It's me" from the other side of the door.

I slowly got up and unlocked both locks. When I opened the door it wasn't a serial killer, or monster just Steve. Just Steve with a concerned look on his face. "Hey" he says softly, "what's wrong?"

"Just wanted some company" I whispered. He furrowed his eyebrows "why didn't you call..Liv or Michelle?" He asked I shrug "your number was the first to pop up in my head" I respond grabbing his wrist and pulling him inside, and lock the door. I'm shaking as I walk back over to the couch. "Are you sure you're alright?" He asked as he followed me to the couch. I take a deep breath in. I'm being childish, nothings going to get me god dammit. I try convincing myself that but I can't I'm still hearing random knocks and sounds around the house, and outside. "Y/n?" I look up at him brows furrowed "are you sure you're alright?" I shake my head. "I'm scared" I whispered. "Bout what?" He replied. "I'm being stupid I'm sorry" I whispered "you can leave, um my dad should be here soon anyways."

He reaches out grabbing my hand "no, you're obviously not alright I'll stay with you until you're dad gets here."

Somehow I end up with my head rested on Steve's lap watching some of the old cartoons my dad had on vhs. His hand is laid on my arm, he runs his hand up and down the length of my arm every so often.

The sound of the door getting up locked broke us from our concentration on the tv. I prop myself up with my hand looking back at the door.

"Hey I'm ho- what the hell is he doing here?"

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[imxthexhandler]

State of the Blog [ooc]

OOC: Oh, boy. Okay, well, a goal I am setting for myself is to do these posts once a month, just to kind of keep everyone updated on what’s going on and to remind myself on what I wish to focus on. Feel free to skip, I will not be offended.

Okay, this is going to get long.

So, how am I doing? Well, I’m alive. That’s about all I can say on that right now. Right now, I’m just focusing on surviving. That may not be healthy, it may not be the answer a lot of you (or myself) want to read, but it is what it is.

For my own sake, I am doing a mini-second Halloween for myself after Thanksgiving. I’m gonna watch my favorite things on Halloween, actually try baking in my new house, etc. I am also going to try and see if anyone wants to visit me for a belated Halloween bash. If not, well, fine, I’ll do some DnD with my buddy.

Anyway, speaking of my favorite holiday... I am still bummed I didn’t really get to do any Halloween-y stuff on here. (That is no fault of anyone but me, this is not a passive-aggressive statement towards anyone.) So, I’m gonna post Halloween memes and such till November 30, 2021. If anyone wants to start anything fall-related, I’m accepting new things till then. If you want to send in memes, feel free. I will be posting a starter call for anyone who wants me to write them a starter. And graphics! I will be working on graphics this Thanksgiving break, so I hope to have all of them finished by Saturday. However, again, you can submit those requests to my mailbox till the 30th. (As a reminder, if you wish to block this stuff, my tag is “THIS IS HALLOWEEN!”)

Same with Thanksgiving, those threads, or moodboards, if anyone wants any, are due by November 30th. I’ll say...cut off is technically at 3:00 A.M. EST (U.S.) on December 01, 2021. The Thanksgiving tag will be “GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!”

I don’t think I need a tag for just Fall general stuff, do I?

On that same note, to block all the Christmas stuff, the tag is “HAVE A HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS!” (It’s one of my favorite songs)

And... NaNoWriMo... Yes, I know I will not make the word limit. I’m not even trying for that. I just got an idea after my teacher passed, and I wanted to write it. So this is just to give me a kick in the pants to start it. Who knows, maybe it’ll persuade me to work on my other WIPs.

What to focus on for the rest of this month: Writing prompts. They have been sitting both in my drafts and inbox, taking up space. Like, no joke, I have about 20 drafts in my box that is just for that. So I want to knock at least ten of them out if possible.

And to end this post on a ‘happy’ note,

HAWKEYE PREMIERES THIS WEEK!

I am VERY happy for this. But please, do not ever spoil this series for me. This is seriously my thing to inspire me to live for the rest of this year. I am blacklisting the tag “Hawkeye spoilers”. I am so excited for this series. I’m purposely waking up early tomorrow so I can watch it before work. Expect more Hawkeye content on here. Any Clint Barton/Hawkeye, Kate Bishop/Hawkeye, Lucky the Pizza Dog, Barton family, or Jeremy Renner hate will be deleted. Thank you. :)

Okay, so... I think that is it. I can’t really think of what else to put on here. If you made it this far, thank you. Everyone please keep safe, take your meds, drink some water, get some sleep, eat some food, and don’t forget to love each other.

Ciao!

[monstersandmaw]

Male werewolf x female reader (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

This is a patreon tier reward, and I hope you enjoy my take on their big, dad-bodded werewolf OC, Lowe. It's been up on Patreon on early release and is now up on Tumblr for you to enjoy.

Content: playful banter, fluff, the briefest flicker of angst, some dominant tendencies in Lowe (it's not D/s though, for anyone who's not into that), and a reader who gives as good as she gets. Wordcount: 2792

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As you yanked the door to the campus cafe open with about twice as much force as it needed, you caught a glimpse of Lowe working behind the counter. Of course, there was a massive queue at this time of day; at the midpoint of the afternoon when people were thinking about either finishing up early or knuckling down for a caffeine-fuelled all-nighter.

Engrossed as he’d looked in his work before, he glanced up as if he’d sensed your presence, his warm eyes flicked briefly in your direction as the door opened, and he offered you a quick, fond, twitch of the lips before turning back to the masterpiece of latte art in his hands. Even at that distance, you felt your body relaxing a little more around him. In the time since he’d made some playfully snarky comment about your Pokémon shirt a few months ago - which had, in fact, led to a joint outing on campus playing Pokémon Go together - you and he had fallen into an easy friendship.

You tried not to snarl softly to yourself as the woman at the front of the queue, old enough to be a post-grad perhaps, leaned on the counter and flirted openly with him, but at the end of the day, what claim did you have to him anyway? Lowe was your friend, and as much as you’d like to think you might be the tall, long-haired guy’s type (he was certainly yours, with that ‘powerful-yet-soft-around-the-edges’ dad bod he had going on, and that self-assured confidence that tipped just pleasantly shy of being arrogance), you couldn’t really be sure. After all, you’d seen him getting pretty close with a guy friend of his, so for all you knew, he wasn’t even interested in women, but you’d never really discussed that. The most personal things had got so far was Bloodborne bosses and beloved DnD characters, which was also fine.

The queue slowly dwindled in front of you, and when you stepped up to the counter, Lowe turned from the machine on the far counter and plonked a large cup down before your lips had even opened to begin your order. His grin was positively wolfish, all teeth and glinting eyes.

You pouted and snapped, “And what if I wanted a chai latte with soy milk today?”

He raised one thick eyebrow as he popped the takeaway lid onto the cup with a distractingly big hand, and said flatly, “You hate soy milk. Drink up, grumpy-guts. You’ll feel better…”

You huffed, took the cup off the counter, slapped the cash down just hard enough to make him chuckle and twitch another smile - damn the bastard looked pleased with himself and double-damn, if he didn’t look extra-specially good wearing that expression - and he announced to his colleague that he was going on break.

He joined you outside, tugging out one of the heavy, metal chairs for you without a word before taking a seat on the other side of the table.

Lowe closed his eyes, tipping his head back a little to feel the chilly late-spring breeze on his face. He looked good as he relaxed like that, with his long, thick, nut-brown hair tied back off his face with a few fluffy bits escaping at the front, and his big arms folded across his chest and resting on the slight paunch he had at the waist. Something about the thick, almost russet-brown scruff on his jaw made you want to touch it. Instead, you sipped your drink and sighed.

“Good?” he asked without moving or opening his eyes.

“You know it is, you cocky little shit,” you laughed. Banter with him was always so easy, and you gave as good as you got. “Thanks, by the way. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m a complete brat…”

He snorted and cracked an eye to look at you. The sun caught in his golden-brown iris and glinted softly like polished amber, and it honestly stole your breath for a moment. “How’s the course going?” he asked instead of teasing you any more. “You were pretty stressed about that assignment last time we talked.”

You rolled your eyes and puffed the air out of your chest, swiftly following it with some inarticulate grunt of despair. “It would be going a lot better if my roommate wasn’t also being such an inconsiderate asshole,” you snarled. “Seriously, I don’t think I can take the smell of weed or the late nights any more.”

He frowned. “Can’t you talk to someone about it?”

“Have done. Not sure I’ll have a roommate for much longer though… Missing classes and being constantly stoned must equal tanking grades, right?”

Lowe nodded but didn’t say anything for a while, watching as a gnoll and her girlfriend strolled past, hand in hand. The gnoll nuzzled her nose against the human’s ear and elicited a squawk that made her giggle in return. Eventually he said, “You free this weekend?”

Cocking your head to one side, you shrugged. “Hand-in is on Friday afternoon, so… yeah? I mean, I had just planned to sleep all day… why?”

He looked uncharacteristically apprehensive and chewed on the inside of his cheek before answering. “I was going to head up into the woods for the weekend. Camping. Wondered if you wanted to come too?”

“Camping?”

“Yeah…” he said, looking like he was regretting mentioning it now. “But if you don’t want to, it’s fine. I mean… you’ve earned your rest, and camping under the stars isn’t for everyone. Don’t feel like you have -”

“Shut up for a second, will you?” you laughed, and he drew up short and blinked, staring at you before laughing fondly. “I’ve actually never been camping. I’d love to go, as long as you don’t make me go for a ten mile hike as well…”

“Would I treat you like that?” he crooned and you rolled your eyes again and muttered something which you didn’t think he’d catch. Somehow, however, he did, and he barked a loud laugh, startling a cervitaur walking past with his grocery shopping in each hand. As Lowe turned to look at the cervitaur he’d surprised, you watched his eyes flare gold, almost unnaturally so. Perhaps it was just a trick of the sunlight at this angle. When he looked back at you, you missed what he said, staring at his eyes, which were now back to their normal, warm brown.

He murmured your name, sounding a little concerned. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean it. You’re not a brat… not really…”

“Shut up,” you retorted, your tone carrying no venom. “And you know full well know I can be.”

That Thursday afternoon, your roommate moved out, finally expelled for drug use and selling to other students, and you fumigated the room as best you could, relieved at last. The second after you’d finished deep-cleaning everything, you texted Lowe and said, ‘So… I’m down a roommate now.’

‘You need me to help hide the body?’ he sent back immediately and you burst out laughing.

‘I love you, but no. It was expulsion rather than murder. I was kind of hoping you might want to move in instead?’ you sent, your heart in your mouth. He’d mentioned he was looking for a place closer to campus, and this could be perfect for him. If he was willing to have you as his roommate, of course.

‘Definitely interested. Can I think about it and let you know this weekend?’

That wasn’t a complete rebuttal, you figured. ‘Of course.’

‘Cheers. I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday.’

True to his word, Lowe didn’t take you on a ten mile route march. He drove you up to the start of a wide, easy looking trail that was apparently only three miles up to the campsite, along a winding, inviting, grassy path. Despite looking maybe a little towards the less fit end of the scale, Lowe was four strides ahead of you in a matter of seconds. Realising this, he slowed, and you nudged him with your elbow.

“Thanks,” you said and he gave you one of his soft, secret smiles that you didn’t see very often.

He wasn’t particularly talkative as you made your way up the path, but the silence between you was easy, relaxing even.

“You’re such a cliche, you know that?” you laughed a little while later as you paused on a rock for a drink and to adjust the laces of your shoe.

Lowe scowled. “How?”

You stared pointedly at the penknife in his hand and the stick he’d picked up and had idly begun to whittle into a howling wolf in his big, strong hands, almost as if he’d not even realised he was doing it. Again, he surprised you by just shrugging a shoulder and turning back to it while you enjoyed the scene. He seemed a bit distracted somehow. When you moved on, he stashed it in his pocket.

Lowe carried literally everything, stowing your water bottle for the way up in the side pocket of his backpack, and even a two-person tent, food supplies for that evening and breakfast, and more water than you probably drank over the course of three days, and yet he still managed to arrive at the campsite as if he’d just strolled the length of one city block.

He impressed you again by lighting a fire and cooking a veritable feast for you both on a little makeshift grill, and he looked more than pleased with himself when you complimented him. “Don’t let it go to your big fat head,” you snickered and he growled playfully at you.

Quite literally growled.

The moment he’d done it, he went still, eyes wide, and even looked a little sick. “Shit,” he hissed.

“What?”

“I…” then his huge shoulders slumped despondently and he let out a long breath. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to tell you. I mean, I’ve been meaning to tell you for… well, since we kind of became friends, really. But it never seemed… convenient…”

“Convenient to tell me what?”

He shuffled a bit and poked at the embers of the fire. Your stomach felt uneasy, and it had nothing to do with the inordinate amount of amazing food you’d just finished. “I…” he began, and then whispered, “Fuck it.” He looked you in the eye and said, “I’m not human. I’m a werewolf.”

You blinked. It didn’t totally surprise you, if you were honest. “Well, that… certainly makes one or two things add up…”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

He turned his golden eyes away from you and poked a bit more at the smoldering, grey wood, making it crumble to fragile ashes. He did look a bit easier now though. “I figured… maybe you wouldn’t… that if you knew that I’m not human, you might not want me as your roommate anymore… It was stupid though, I know.”

“Lowe,” you said, more gently this time, reaching for his bare forearm where he’d cuffed his tartan sleeve up to his elbow. His skin was warm and his muscles tensed, hard as the earth beneath you as he waited for whatever you were going to say next. “You’ve become probably my best friend… There’s no one I’d rather be roommates with than you. Besides, who else is going to tolerate your Soulsborne marathons and hipster lumberjack wardrobe?”

A long, low growl emanated from him but it dissolved into laughter when he saw your expression and he shook his head. “I can’t believe I was so chicken about you knowing…”

“I can’t believe you looked like you pissed yourself a minute ago!”

His eyes flashed openly gold now and he huffed, “I did not…”

“You totally did. Anyway, I’m glad you told me. But you know that means I’m going to want to know all the details.”

“I think I’ll save that for another day,” he said as he reached for the s’mores beside him.

‘Another’ day turned out to be a week after you’d helped him move all his boxes into your room. He was lying on his back on his bed, his arms folded up behind his head, one knee bent, the other leg stretched out, foot dangling off the end of the mattress. You glanced across the room at him from where you had your laptop on your knees and your headphones on, working on the last tweaks of the next assignment due. He looked tense, even though he wasn’t really doing anything in particular.

Removing your headphones, you murmured, “Lowe? Everything alright?”

“Mmm,” he half growled. A moment later he heaved out a huge sigh and said, “No. Full moon’s tomorrow night. I always get kind of… cranky around now.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

Whatever you’d thought he’d say, you hadn’t expected the long, low moan that escaped him. It was not an innocent noise. Breathing through his mouth in soft, quiet pants, he didn’t look at you, but you sensed that his eyes were glowing.

“Lowe?”

“No,” he said. “Not unless you want to take whatever this is between us somewhere else…”

You bit your lip. “You mean…?”

“It would probably take the edge off if we slept together, yes,” he said bluntly. “But if you don’t want that, then I’m hardly going to push…”

“I like it when you’re pushy,” you countered, setting your laptop aside and staring him in the eye.

His pupils blew wide and he raised his nose. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Oh… fuck, you’re beautiful.”

With a smile, you crossed the room to him as he sat up, watching your every move with unwavering, lupine focus. “Let me help you out, big guy,” you crooned playfully and he twitched his lip in a possessive snarl, eyes golden and locked on the curve of your neck.

“Last chance,” he said. “I don’t want you regretting crossing this line with me.”

“You’ve got super-human senses, Lowe,” you said, playing with the hem of your shirt. His gaze darted instantly to the movement, transfixed by the glimpse of skin beneath your top. “You must know how I feel about you by now…”

“Yes, but lusting after someone and doing something about it is different when they’re your friend… I don’t want you to feel like I’m putting pressure on you…”

In answer, you reached out and trailed your fingertips up his neck, scratching him a little bit and making him growl again, and as you finished with a single finger drawing a line up his throat and under his chin, he shivered, as if barely holding himself back. “Why don’t you put just the right amount pressure on me… here?” you said, licking your lips as you climbed into his lap, straddling his thick thighs and running your palms over the softness of his stomach.

His jaw was soft, mouth open as he panted openly, and beneath you as you ground your hips to emphasise your question, you felt his hard cock.

A heartbeat later, he’d clamped his hands under your thighs and stood up. Lowe dropped you onto the bed with the perfect mix of recklessness and carefulness and lunged for you. He peppered and mouthed kisses down your neck, tugging at your skin with his canines, biting at your earlobe, his short beard burning and scratching your skin deliciously, and all the while he ground his cock against your thigh through his jeans.

It clearly wasn’t nearly enough, and it wasn’t long before you were both naked on his bed, and he had his mouth on you, his hands spreading your legs wide as he used the strength in his arms that his softer body belied. “Don’t come yet,” he rasped between strokes of his tongue. “Not til I say…”

“Oh,” you gasped, fighting the rising wave of heat that swept up your body, tingling under your skin, at that command. You tried, you really did, but in a mere few strokes of his tongue, you came with a cry against the heat of his mouth, bucking while he held you down and pulled you against his mouth to press his tongue tight against your throbbing clit.

When he pulled back, looking extremely smug about himself and his talents, you saw that his canines had lengthened and his features had become a little less… human.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, clearly still enjoying the taste of you on his lips.

“Will you hurry up and fuck me?” you pouted, and he snarled.

“Such a brat,” he laughed, but he didn’t waste any time either.

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(From September 2020 to February 2021, I worked on a Pokémon themed Dungeons and Dragons campaign for a few friends. We didn’t get very far, but I put a significant amount of work into the world, story, and several Pokémon that would appear throughout, including an original set of starters. I want to to leave some record of my work, so I thought I’d write a few summary posts. And while I designed these Pokémon, their fantastic art was done by @extyrannomon on Twitter. I highly recommend you check them out.)

Dungeons 'n' Dragonites - Phase 1: Hello Stelopy City

Our story starts in Stelopy City, located in the Wellou Region. We get a brief introduction from DJ Tomomitsu, a radio host, before each player got their own brief story segments. Our first player was Ethan, as aspiring chef, who lived on campus at his high school. Ethan was approached by one of his dorm mates with a favor (to get him out of the building), as well as having an attractive girl meandering around the kitchen (if he wished to try flaunting his culinary skills). He would then get to choose to either finish up his side-quest or go to the local fisher's market, with him transitioning between those locations taking him to the area where he would meet his starter Pokémon:

"As you enter the alleyway, the walls are covered floor-to-ceiling in moss that seem to appear as soon as the shadows overtake the sunlight. The farther you walk, the more weeds you see popping through the cracks. Once you reach the half-way point, you come to a small open space. With the sunlight now flickering down through the plants brave enough to venture off the verdant walls, the entire area shines a bright, emerald green. In the center of this area is a decently sized fountain. It's no longer flowing, but there's a decent amount of rain water filling it up close to the brim. As you approach it, even through the murky iridescent waters, you can see a thick, fuzzy amount of lichen growing all throughout the inside of the basin. As you pass by the fountain, you hear an audible sploosh. Do you turn around? (Y/N)"

There he would meet the first of our new Starter, the Grass-Type Flymph. I kept it secret that I was doing original Starters. Part of my personal excitement in planning everything was the eventual reveal of these designs I had created. Kept me going when things started feeling like a grind.

Our second player, Johnny, started off at home, woken by his father asking him to run an errand. After being able to talk to his family a bit, he proceeded to a somewhat beaten-up house on the edge of the Pokémon-overrun abandoned district where he would receive some boat parts before leaving and the sidewalk underneath him collapses. Stumbling around the abandoned subway tunnels for a bit, he would run into our second Starter, the Fire-Type Calfyre.

Johnny's player wanted to become an entertainer, which didn't give me a lot to work session one, so a lot of his opener was focused on expanding the world and giving everyone an idea of areas they would be exploring later.

Third was Orion who had a quiet morning at home before being provoked via text messages from his siblings to chase down a mysterious "Wailord in a Top Hat." This pursuit would also lead him to the fisher's market and the nearby docks, where, after just catching sight of his quarry, he would encounter the Water-Starter Squisque.

Orion's player wanted a lot of his story to be based on his relationship with his father, so most of his opening was based on reinforcing his family dynamic. Not home, everyone’s busy, focus on work. This particular Saturday was strange in that Orion didn’t have anything going on.

Our last player was Arthur, who also lived on campus. While our other three players started their segments in bed, Arthur was playing lacrosse. After having an opportunity to show off (or fail), he would be told by a friend that he had upset his girlfriend that morning (kitchen girl from Ethan's story), and needed Arthur to pick up her favorite dessert while he attempted to woo her for the rest of the day. After doing so (while being given a chance to explore some of the local stores) he encountered a hungry Houndoom who proceeds to chase him up a fire escape. Once up there he encountered our final Starter, the Fairy-Type Utaw.

After each player met their Starters, they would have a brief tutorial battle against three Pokémon they were advantageous against before running into each other, and were subsequently arrested for "stealing" Pokémon, which would cap session one.

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Let's talk design. Stelopy City is loosely based on Chicago, is a portmanteau of "Steel Canopy," and Wellou is a joke on Illinois. The vast majority of the campaign was to take place in this location. Most of my players had very busy schedules (so busy it took us three sessions to get through the above opener), so DJ Tomomitsu was a way for me to easily start each session with a list of things to do (side-quests), and they as a group could decide which they were the most interested in based on time. Tomomitsu himself was based on DJ Sagara from Kamen Rider Gaim, with Tomomitsu being the name of the actor who played him.

As for the starters, I tried to stick to the reoccurring themes we’ve seen over the past 8 Generations. Flymph's name is a portmanteau of Dragonfly, Errol Flynn, and Nymph (the larval form of a Dragonfly). He's meant to be a special attacker, but, like an early DND Wizard, doesn't have access to a lot of them so he brandishes his sword-like arms to intimidate his foes instead. His diet consists entirely of lichens, algae, and similar flora, storing them in his transparent stomach pouches, and can be seen sunbathing in the water, belly up, feeding the plant matter the sunlight they need to grow. He also does not like Bug-Types, and isn’t Bug himself because of Grass/Bug’s myriad of weaknesses (for balancing), plus he changes Types after his first evolution. The theme of Grass Starters is extinction, which won’t become clear until his final evolution, but you may be able to guess how he relates.

Fire Starters are themed after the Chinese Zodiac, and of the remaining four yet to be used (including Snake, Ram, and Horse), I went with Ox. Calfyre's name is a play on Calf and Fire, and is meant to play like a Barbarian. When it comes to personality he's very timid and unsure of himself like a first-time DND player might be acting in a group. Unlike most Fire-Types, Calfyre lacks a Flame Sac. Instead, his spiral horns are filled with a freon-like liquid that, when swirled, rapidly absorbs energy from the air, which he uses for attacks. This chills the air around him, and makes him one of the few Fire-Types that are cold to the touch. Which sucks, because he’s a snugly sleeper.

Water Starters are usually themed after a weapon or character class. This usually shows in the later evolutions, but it's pretty obvious Squisque (a portmanteau of Squirt, Squire, and Bisque) is themed off a lance and shield. He's a paladin in both role and personality, charging in at the slightest sign of trouble, even if there isn't any real danger. It's the typical non-nuanced idea of what people think when they hear "Paladin." He was to a degree supposed to play a catalyst role, charging into situations the players may not want to in order to force them into helping people or combat if need be. He was also the first design I settled on, being based on an old Kaijin idea I had of a lobster-knight using its asymmetrical claws as different medieval weapons.

Utaw is unique, not just in that he was a fourth or Fairy Starter, but in conception. I was only supposed to have three players, but ended up with four. As such, his design is responsive to the others. Why a dinosaur? Because I had a mammal, crustacean, and bug, was unsure if I wanted a bird or reptile, and decided to meet half-way. Why is he Fairy? Because it has very little interaction with Fire, Water, and Grass, while still having defined weaknesses and resistances to certain types. (Also, this player wanted a Dragon-Type.) He’s based on a Utahraptor, hence the name, and is misspelled to include “Claw” or “Caw.” He’s meant to play team Bard, and uses sound moves. As for personality, he's a bit of a birdbrain who enjoys fighting. Not maliciously; it’s just fun, again acting like a new DND player who’s more interested in combat than role playing.

The idea with the personalities was that each Pokémon was supposed to start out like a rookie DND player on their first campaign. Not knowing how to play their class, being uncomfortable acting in front of a group, leaning too hard into your role without bending, or just fighting everything you see without diplomacy. It felt like a fun extra layer to each of these Pokémon that tied them just as much into the DND side of things as the Pokémon.

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Back to our story, after being briefly detained (mostly as an excuse to give the players time to introduce themselves to each other, something my DMs have struggled with), they meet Professor(-in-training) Bianca. The four Pokémon had been found by Silph Co., and had decided to donate them to the Unovan Pokémon Research Lab. However, after seeing the Pokémon interacting with these people, Bianca decides to give them up instead. "Pokémon should be with people," after all.

I had three side quests set up following this (after they all go to the DMV to get their Trainer's licenses). The first was a general "there's wild Pokémon here" quest where they could train and catch things. There was a sale at the mall where they could get some cheap held items and have their first trainer battle, and an event at the fisher's market where they could win some free items and would lead into their first dungeon.

The dungeon was what I was hoping they would pick, and would have them chase a group of Poipole through a warehouse, with them having different battles if they chose to enter from the front or the back. After defeating them, the Poipole would be sucked through a spontaneously generating Ultra Wormhole, with a high enough perception check revealing a strange laugh, or on a 20 have them catch a glimpse of a grey Charizard O_O

From there it was a matter of coming up with (or possibly recycling unused) side-quests until we reached the point where the Starters were about to evolve. I had a few things planned; introductions to a few reoccurring NPCs, a field trip to the local museum where they would be able to catch a Yamask (and possibly learn something about the origins of their Starters), and a raid battle against a group of Onix who would recur through the campaign.

The end of Phase 1 would come about with another dungeon. In the middle of the night, Ethan and Arthur would be awoken by their Pokémon to a group of Durant having busted through the floor of the dorm and raiding their kitchen. Easily driving them off, their Pokémon would encourage them to pursue. Later, full party in toe, the four of them would explore the Duranthill. There would be a number of possible encounters, but only one mandatory fight before reaching the depths. In said encounter, while being surrounded by a group of Durant, they would receive unexpected help from this Pokémon:

With some interpretation, they would discover that this Princess Durant was afraid for the sake of her colony. A new queen had taken up residence there, and was commanding the Durant to attack the surface and steal food for her. With additional party member in toe, they would descend further with better direction, eventually discovering the lair of the Queen Durant...

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Things get darker right before they get brighter in the end, something three plucky teens are about to learn. Sometimes you just want that darkness to have never had a reason to come for you in the first place. One has to be careful what they wish for, of course.

Welcome to the end, friends

Danny was on the ground, unmoving.

The ghost left with a cheerful wave, saying, “Tata!”  Like he hadn’t just ruined their lives worse than the first time Tucker had heard Danny’s screams at their loudest.  Like it was simply a wonderful day and they had engaged in the most wonderful of conversations, not a fight that ended with one of them-

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving and pale.

Tucker was trying everything he could think of, removing most of Tucker’s tops and trying to perform every life-saving action he knew off, pressing against his chest, trying to breathe more breath into his lungs, keeping pressure on the bleeding and burnt wound when he saw it.

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, and bleeding.

Tucker knew everything was blurry because tears were clouding his vision.  He knew he was crying. He knew he was shaking with the force of his sobs and for once in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to give half a damn about that because Danny-

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, bleeding, and his heart wasn’t beating no matter how long Tucker listened for it.

Sam was doing something, pulling out Danny’s weapons, and Tucker wanted to scream at her that she’d done enough with Fenton weapons already.  He wanted to scream and rage at her for what she had done so far with Fenton Tech. He wanted to go to the Fentons and rip them all a new one for making what they made.

Because Danny was dead in Tucker’s arms, and screaming and crying were the only things he could do about it.

But he didn’t scream at Sam, he just watched as she pulled out one of Danny’s paintbrushes and dipped it in the ectoplasm of the cartridge in one of his guns.  She started drawing on Danny’s face, his arms, his chest, and then pulled out another cartridge of charged ectoplasm in another gun and poured it in Danny’s mouth, tilted his head so that he would swallow.  “Chant with me. Chant with me Tucker, we have to fix this!”

Tucker didn’t know any Hebrew, decided he’d learn both because Sam was his friend and because apparently, she could do things that could save their lives with it.  Tucker didn’t need to know what he was saying to say it, and he did say it, over and over again for the next 10 minutes, until the drawings on Danny’s body lit up like fire and every ray of light rushed toward him and everything went dark.  Tucker could hear the song of the universe dimming in his ears and knew nearly for a fact that Danny was sucking the ectoplasmic energy into him along with every other flavor of power within blocks of him. Tucker would let the sun itself go black just to hear Danny’s laugh again.

The darkness faded, Danny’s body was outlined in light, the markings were gone, and Danny groaned.  His chest rose and dropped, his heart was beating, color was coming back to his skin, he was as warm as he’d been since the accident.  Danny was alive in Tucker’s arms, and Tucker wanted to cry even harder than he already had. Instead, the put Danny’s binder back on him, Sam grabbed his shirt and jacket, and Tucker carried Danny out to their hoverboards.  They flew to Sam’s house, Tucker staying as high and close to the sun as he could to let Danny soak in all the light he needed. When they got to Sam’s house, Tucker didn’t let Danny go until he was being set on a love seat on Sam’s balcony.

There were, of course, jokes to be made about the way Danny curled up in the fleeting October sunlight and how his fluffball curls and height combined with this to make him much like a kitten.  Jokes about him being a cross between Superman and the Martian Manhunter could’ve also been made. Danny was a white-haired anime boy, that could be remarked upon with laughs aplenty. Tucker made no such jokes.

Tucker put to use the information he’d gathered at his last LARPing session at furrycon after a shank attempt by a guy who’d wandered into the park where he’d been LARPing at that took their cosplay a bit too seriously.  That being that leather was wonderful armor, silk blocked stabs fantastically when a blade slid through said leather, and that one should always wear cotton under silk anything because sweating to death after a fight near to death wasn’t fun.  He’d smacked a crazy guy upside the head and gotten a useful lesson out of that. Tucker’s older cousin could supply the leather, Sam could order fine silk jackets and pants for all of them, Danny had cotton shirts already, and Sidney offered to use intangibility to fuse the two together.  Tucker commented that the leather would look fitting on Sam since she was more of a punk anyway. She called him a furry, he called her a weeb, and they both explained the concepts to Sydney.

That was all fine and dandy against most blunt force, stabbing and slashing that even a ghost could probably do, but against ghosts and their intangibility, there were few places to go.  Sam had her magick book but Tucker didn’t want to touch on anything supernatural for a while and unless she could prove that her wards were working, he wouldn’t exactly trust Danny’s life with them.  Convincing Jack Fenton that he needed some easily worn and hidden accessory to prevent possession was almost sadly easy, the only condition being that Tucker had to wear one of those horrible looking hazmat suits.  Tucker let it hang in his closet, as he had no intention of matching Jack Fenton’s fashion sense.

One might feel that Tucerk and his friends were being a bit excessive in their measures to keep Danny padded up against the world, but such an individual hadn’t seen their best friend since age 1 die in front of them by the same person’s hand twice so that particular person could kindly go shove their opinion where the sun don’t shine in Tucker’s very polite opinion.

Danny himself was groggy for most of his recovery time and had clearly caught on that they were being extra protective of him.  While Sam was introducing Sidney to anime and videogames and Tucker was showing him the best comics and music, Danny always had whoever wasn’t with the others within arm’s reach.  He was jumpy when it came to his ghost sense telling him that Sidney was there, had his hood up whenever they were outside, and even though they’d been near forcing Agatha’s cooking down his throat at every meal they could, Danny had yet to Go Ghost.  Sam brought up the idea of taking down the shapeshifter and Danny balked at the topic, bringing up the frogs, the latest anime that she had shown Sidney or really anything else when she did this. Tucker was more than fine with this since no ghost mode meant no seeking out danger which meant that the only fights they were dealing with included Dash, Kwan and Dale making fun of them for being a furry, a weeb and a Fenton.  Seeing Sam put her martial arts to use when Dash tried to stuff Danny in a locker was worth the detention he got for tripping Dale as he rushed in to help. He spent it with Sam anyway so that was fine. If wanting Danny safer than Amity was selfish then Tucker was as far from selfless as possible.

“Hey, Danny,” Tucker said while he worked on finishing up the Spector Deflector that Dr. Fenton had started for him in Danny’s workshop.  “There’s a swap meet coming up in Harrison Park this Saturday. Wanna come with? I’m gonna get a set of dice if I can and see if I can show Sidney DnD.  Maybe we all can play even.” He grinned. “We can get you a new bowling ball so you can destroy Sam in bowling.”

“Bro, you’ll be wrecked with her,’ Danny challenged from where he drew in his art book instead of doing his homework.  Tucker was procrastinating by making ghost hunting tech, he couldn’t blame Danny. “That sounds cool.”

“Awesome.”  Tucker set down his tools and pulled up his safety goggles.  “Can you come over and poke this? Very lightly and just a little in case I’m as done as I think I am.”  Danny obliged and there was a loud SNAP accompanied by a yelp and Tucker patted Danny’s shoulder.  “Looks like I’m done with the internals. Now all I gotta do is adjust it so that it can ignore your ectosignature, and Sidney’s and Agatha’s, and it’ll really be done.”

“Done for your armor idea, right?”  Danny scoffed, slugging Tucker in the shoulder while he looked for the blueprint he’d downloaded of the part that’d track ectosignatures in the Fenton Finder.  “Sidney told me about it while we were watching Star Wars. Or should I call it his guard duty shift? Cause I know what you guys are doing and while I appreciate your concern over my safety, I’m the one with powers here.”

“20 hours straight of unconsciousness and tears say that superpowers don’t mean you don’t need protection against people with the same superpowers.”  Tucker huffed. “If we’d been wearing some armor like we’re making then that fish thing probably wouldn’t have been able to bite through me like it did.  Silk and piercing ya know.” He bumped shoulders with Danny when he went quiet and forced his lips up into a smile. “And besides, your parents have literally no fashion sense.  A leather jacket lined with silk? Leather pants, probably with studs in it since Sam is involved? Dude, that’s cool as fuck looking. You’ll be the best-dressed ghost out there.”  Danny laughed and shook his head. Tucker got to work setting up the design for the Fenton Fabricator™ to make for the Spector Deflector. He also considered asking for a cut of the royalties when the belt inevitably became a Fenton Brand item, since he’d finished it.  “You think putting on clothes in ghost form will invert their colors like your suit?”

“Fuck you, Tuck, now I have to find out.”  Danny huffed and Tucker snickered. For a moment everything was quiet, and then arms were wrapping around his middle.  “Thanks, Tuck. For everything.” Tucker looped an arm around Danny and smushed him against his side.

“That’s what bros are for, man.”  The room was a comfortable quiet after that.  The Fabricator and the generator were humming softly at the edge of Tucker’s once again human limited hearing, the only other sound was their breathing and - Tucker could swear - their heartbeats.  The air was charged with something more than ectoplasm and electricity and Tucker wasn’t sure if Danny knew that as well, but he knew that he could hardly know anything else right then. So naturally, Tucker lowered his hand at Danny’s side and started tickling him.  Danny squeaked, squealed out some giggles, and phased out of his grip when wriggling didn’t work.

“You dick!  Get over here!”

Danny appreciated the effort Sam, Tucker and Sidney were putting in for him, he really honestly did.  Sidney still went to his therapy session with Jazz which Danny could tell were helping him by how bright his aura had gotten, and between him and Jazz at school there were at least a few bright auras to go around, but with how things were going, Danny felt at least a bit suffocated.

Half the auras at school - both student and teacher - were dim enough that Danny almost couldn’t see them.  Dash and company had been especially vicious as of late, calling them every name under the sun and getting into actual fights with him, Tucker and Sam.  Between the three of them they managed well enough - being dragged to martial arts lessons with Sam and fighting eldritch abominations from the afterlife did things for your confidence in facing up to bullies - but it hadn’t ever been this bad before.  And while Tucker and Sam both were clearly brighter than everyone else emotionally, they were skirting around things in the most unsubtle way imaginable and Danny wondered how they kept anything hidden. Sam tried to get him into ghost form to see how fast he could fly, Tucker changed the topic from anything ghostly to something nerdy and Sidney seemed to stare at him as much as he did the movies they were watching.  Sure, Sidney was keeping his eyes on the screen but Danny knew ghosts could see more than just with their eyes and the feeling of being constantly watched was getting more than unnerving.

Saturday was a breath of fresh air.  Sam was maybe coming down with something and Sidney was off exploring the city on his own, so it was just Danny and Tucker buying the stuff they’d come for and laughing their heads off at their dumb jokes.  It was sunny, the crowd was bright with positivity abound, and he was having fun with his best friend in the world. It was nice.

Of course, a ghost attack ruined it.

Cotton candy erupted and flooded the place, and Danny slid under a table while the crowds stampeded away, yanking Tucker under as well.  He reached inside, past the void of darkness into the soft and splintered light at his center. It exploded out to the surface and in a flash of silver glass, shimmering shadows wove his hazmat suit around him and unraveled gravity’s hold on his body.  He shuddered, glitching out of reality - or what he was so very hopeful and sure was reality anyway - and gave Tucker a smile. “Wish me luck.” He slid down into the ground and forward, rising out of a mound of cotton candy as big as himself. There was a woman with long black hair, dark green skin, and blue scarce clothing floating over the sweets and stretching her arms.  “I understand a sweet tooth and all that, but this is a bit dangerously Much.” Danny held out a hand with a smile when a sneer was turned his way. “I’m Danny Phantom, hopefully nice to meet you.”

“ I am Desiree,” she said in some accented blend of every language that Danny knew.  It was headache-inducing and he definitely didn’t like it. “ This confection explosion was hardly my intention boy, I am cursed to use my power to grant the wishes of all those who make them. ”

“What, like a jinni?  If I find and rub your lamp and say ‘I wish I had a dick’ do you complete my tra-”

“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ”  Her hands went up, green smoke curled around him, through him, within him, caressed that inner light and warmth that was his human body, and Danny shuddered in the wake of power well beyond his ability to fully process.  Before the smoke even cleared, Danny could hear Desiree speaking through gritted teeth. “ Yes, boy I am a Jinni.  One of your kind cursed me, both to be trapped in that infernal bottle, but also to use my power for all who catch my ear. ”

Danny was reeling when the smoke cleared, giving himself a mental review of what he could feel on himself and gawked when he realized what had happened.  “Um. Wow.” Desiree was clearly unimpressed. “Uh, well, I know a way I can he-” a ball of ectoplasma, charged up with energy, raced into Desiree’s gut and knocked her back and Danny really wished that people would stop interrupting him.

“Stay away from him, damn it!  Can’t we have one nice day?” Tucker readied another shot and Danny waved his arms to tell him not to.  “I wish I had stopped you from going into that stupid fucking portal! Then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”  crud.

“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ”  FUCK .  Green mist filled Danny’s vision, and everything went dark.

[softpanfanfics]

Cafeteria: Mike Wheeler X Reader

Hello, lovelies! 👋 This is the first fanfic I’m actually posting on this account. I hope you like it!     

Description: Mike has begun to fall for the new student at Hawkin’s Middle, and they have nowhere to sit at lunch. Takes place after Season Two.

Requested: No

Warnings: One swear

Word count: 1,186

Your P.O.V. 

    With your beige tote bag at your side, you followed a couple of your classmates towards the cafeteria. You smirked a bit at how anticlimactic its size was. You knew Hawkins was a small town, that was one of the main reasons your parents moved you there, but you were expecting something more threatening. It wasn’t tiny or anything, but even though it was slightly chaotic, it paled in comparison to the hectic hellholes books often described cafeterias to be.

   While it was small in size, your eyes couldn't help but widen at the number of lunch tables. It was like there was a table for every social clique in the grade and then some.

   You trotted into line, taking a lunch tray with you. You had significantly less anxiety than you had expected considering it was your first day at a new school, but your fingers still gripped the edges of the tray more than they usually would. When you reached the front of the line, you paid for the cafeteria food and proceeded to scan the tables for any sign of a friendly face.

   One of the eight seated tables were filled by a group of tough looking guys you were worried to make eye contact with. Another was filled with preppy fakes and yet another by some theatre kids. You continued scanning the room, silently praying that nobody was staring at you.

   A familiar face caught your eye at a table near the back. It was the face if Mike Wheeler, the boy Mr. Clarke told you to sit behind in science class. You walked over, doing your best not to fidget with the edges of your tray.

Mike’s P.O.V.

   I was spacing off while the others were debating the plans for this weekends campaign. I was thinking about today’s lesson in science. More than that, I was thinking about who arrived in science. Mr. Clarke announced her arrival with a set of drum rolls from Dustin and Will. Her name was (Y/N), but she said, “If we ever become friends, feel free to call me (Y/N/N),” She seemed funny and quirky, and had a tote bag with books with her. She seemed genuinely intrigued by Mr. Clarke’s lesson. And though I’d never say it out loud, I had begun to fall for her.

   “So, Mike,” Lucas chided, snapping me out of my trance. “how’s your crush on  (Y/N) going?”

   “What?” I snapped. “I don’t have a crush! Especially not on (Y/N)!”

   “Yeah? Then who were those heart eyes in science for? Mr. Clarke?”

   “He does have a point,” Will chimed in. “You were staring at her for like, the entire class.”

   “Will!” I hissed. “Not helping!”

   "Dude! It's the same face you used to make at El, until after the Snow Ball when suddenly you two," Lucas gestured to El and I. "suddenly decided you 'weren't right for each other'!"

   "You're in love," El stated simply before returning to the Eggo Hopper packed her for dessert.

   "It was only a  matter of time. I was just shocked it was you who fell first!" Max agreed with a smirk.

   I blushed a bit and looked up from the group, only to see a familiar face walking towards our table.

   "Guys!" I whisper-shouted. "Act normal!"

Your P.O.V

   I approached their table to see two of the boys making duck faces at Mike, while the other one had a girl I recognized as Max’s foot on top of his head. The other girl, the one with shorter, dark brown hair was staring at the others in confusion while Mike buried his face in his hands.

   “Um, hey,” I stuttered slightly. “I uh, I’m  (Y/N), you may not remember me. I’m in, I’m in your science class? With Mr. Clarke? I’m new, and I need somewhere to sit. We don’t need to talk or anything. I brought a book so-”

   “Sit,” The dark-haired girl interjected, putting you out of your misery.

   You sat down awkwardly next to Mike, setting your tray on the table and retrieving our copy of The Fellowship of the Rings.

   “Oh!” Mike perked up. “You’re reading Lord of the Rings! It’s a good series, isn’t it?”

   “Yeah!” I smiled. “I actually prefer the Hobbit, but it's buried in some box somewhere, so until my family finishes unpacking, I'm reading this one.”

   “That's cool. Um, I'm Mike, this is Dustin and Will, Lucas is the one with Max’s foot on his head, and that's El.” He gestured to each of them respectively, and Max lowered her foot. “It’s kind of funny that you're reading The Lord of the Rings because I used to get a lot of my ideas for Dungeons and Dragons from fantasy books like that.”

   “Oh! You play DnD?”

   ”Yeah! Our entire party is actually here. I'm the paladin, Will is a cleric, Lucas is a ranger and Dustin is a Bard. El and Max are both pretty new to D&D, but El is our mage and Max is our zoomer.

   “You don't have a dungeon master?” you questioned.

   “Not anymore, right now we're just using the pre-written modules,”

   “Oh, well, um,” you paused, carefully considering your words. “I used to write a bit of adventure in my spare time, so, if you need any new storylines or even just ideas, ah, I have some you can use,”

   “Thanks,” Mike muttered in response.

   The group fell into an awkward silence and you took a bite of your meal and glanced at Mike, who immediately tore his eyes away from you and blushed.    “Saturday,” El offered politely.

   “Oh, right!” Mike said with a grin. “We have a campaign on Saturday, if you don’t have any plans, you can come over to my house and be Dungeon Master! Or you can just watch if you don’t know how to,”

   “It sounds fun! It should be fine for me to come over, but I’ll check with my parents just to be sure. What’s your number, Mike?”

   The two of you exchanged numbers while the others smirked. You didn’t understand until you looked up from your notebook and saw Mike’s face flushing a bright carnation color. It was then that you realized your face was also hot.    “Th-thanks,” you stammered.

    “You’re welcome,” he muttered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

     The lunch bell rang, and you walked out of the small, not-so-terrifying, table filled cafeteria more excited for Saturday than ever.

[st-str-strangerthingsfic]

Chapter 5: September 16, 1985 Curfew

Chapter Selection: [Chapter 1]–[Chapter 2]–[Chapter 3]–[Chapter 4]--[Chapter 5]--[Chapter 6]--[Chapter 7]--[Chapter 8]

The first couple of weeks of school had passed by in a blur. El was thriving and throwing herself into every subject. She was struggling only a little thanks to the boy’s and Max’s tutoring the year before but it still took her extra time to finish her homework. Much like the summer before school started, El started to bloom. She found herself laughing always, talking so much more, not just about DnD or comic books, but about school work, biology, history, even the other students she encountered at Hawkins Middle. Hopper was thrilled about this change. She opened up like a floodgate at the dinner table and could barely even finish her dinner she was talking so much. He drank it in and was just happy to see her fitting in so well into school life.

Despite the changes and confidence El had begun to gain after the first couple of weeks of school, her curfew and rules stayed firmly in place. She had to beg Hopper to hang out at Mike’s on a school night to do homework and even then, Hopper picked her up so early. When she protested, he always said the same thing:

“You know the rules, kid. We’re not out of the woods yet.” She would glare at him briefly from across the dinner table before retorting with:

“Where’s the fun if there isn’t a little risk involved?” Hopper would always raise his eyebrows at her and ask her to repeat herself. She never did. But she was getting antsy again.

A little bit of freedom has a way of weaseling its way inside of you and inevitably grows. She wanted more. She wanted to go to the movies with Mike; she wanted to bike to the arcade with the party; she wanted to draw and listen to music with Will; she wanted to sleepover at Max’s; and she wanted to go on adventures with Lucas in the quiet forest behind his house. But Hopper claimed it was all too risky.

She didn’t understand the difference between going out now and going out next spring. It would still be just as dangerous in Hopper’s mind. This led her to believe that Hopper wasn’t going to lift the curfew or get rid of the rules even in the spring. She began to boil.

Most of her nights were spent at her white desk in her bedroom. Will and Joyce had helped her paint pink and yellow flowers all over its surface over the summer. She traced them with her finger now, her biology text book lying flat and open in front of her.

Lost in thought, her eyes darted over to the Supercomm on her bed. It crackled quietly every so often. She walked over to her bed and plopped down, extending the antenna with a sharp snap. She turned to channel 11 and coded for Mike.

The static was deafening as she waited for Mike to respond. Maybe he was sleeping. El glanced at the clock on her nightstand: nine three five. She tried again, pushing the button emphatically. A groggy sound crackled through the speaker.

“El?” a sleepy, quiet Mike responded. El’s eyes widened in excitement, the way they always did when he said her name.

“Mike, are you sleeping? Over.”

“No, no, not anymore. What’s going on? Are you okay? Over.”

El took a deep breath.

“I’m fine, I’m just…” the static seemed to crackle endlessly while El decided whether her not to tell Mike about how she was feeling. She should be grateful really with how much she’s been able to do this year already, but that single taste of freedom opened up something in her and now she couldn’t put it out of her mind.

It was easy last year in the cabin. Well not easy exactly, but physically being separated and not knowing what her life could be, it was easy to put that eagerness off. But now, it beat inside her like a heavy drum, vibrating her entire body.

“El? Are you there? Over.” Mike’s voiced pitched a little with worry. El sighed and shook her head.

“No, it’s nothing, Mike, I’m sorry. I-I was just having some trouble with my biology homework but I think I actually figured it out. I’m sorry I woke you. Over.”

There was a definite pause before Mike responded. Could he read that tone in her voice? That tone that meant she was hiding something?

“Okay. You sure you’re okay? Over.”

“I’m sure. Sorry. Over and out.”

“Okay, it’s okay. Over and out.”

She set the Supercomm back on her bed and closed her eyes tightly. Why hadn’t she told him? She had wanted to so bad, but something held her back. As much as Mike said he liked spending time with her and being with her, and she knew he did, she also knew that he would do anything to keep her safe. Keeping her safe meant obeying Hopper’s rules. Telling him that she was considering breaking those rules would not have gone over well. He might have tried to stop her.

If she was going to do something, she was going to do it on her own. She was going to prove to Hopper that whatever risk he thought existed, she could handle it. With that, she switched off her bedside lamp and crawled into bed, flipping the Supercomm on and off and falling asleep to the cool static.

El woke up exceptionally early for a Saturday morning. The sun was barely coming up as she trudged into the kitchen after a fitful night of sleep. It was Saturday, which meant surely she could go hang out with her friends all day, but El had even more in mind. After popping some eggos in the toaster and pouring herself a glass of orange juice, she stared out the kitchen window across the lake. Light was pouring in from all sides, burning the mist away slowly. The ducks began ruffling their feathers and preening, welcoming the warmth of the sun.

Halfway through her breakfast, Hopper wandered into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and making a beeline for the coffee pot. As he filled the filter with coffee grounds, he ducked his head under the cabinets to look at El. She was quiet this morning, more quiet than she had been these past couple of weeks, but Hopper decided not to make a thing out of it.

“What do you got going on today, kid? You gonna go see Wheeler and work on that bio homework?” Hopper offered. “I can give you a ride around nine.” He said matter-of-factly. She decided to take a shot in the dark, knowing what the answer was before she even asked it, but still…

“I was thinking I could bike to Mike’s today,” El didn’t take her eyes off of her eggo. “I can use the back roads and ride in the treeline. Lucas showed me last summer.” Hopper rubbed his eyes.

“Kid, you know the rules. No biking.”

“Okay,” she surrendered quickly. Hopper glanced over, surprised.

“Okay? That’s it? No lecture?” He pulled the coffee pot off the warmer before I even finished brewing, sending the dripping coffee into a hissing spit.

“Yes. Just okay. I got it.” She walked her plate and cup back to the sink and began washing them off. She gave him a half-hearted smile before turning down the hall towards the bathroom to shower.

Had he just experienced first hand the cold, unfeeling slap of teenage angst? Hopper lifted a hand to his cheek just to be sure.

Around nine, Hopper pulled his cruiser up to the Wheeler residence. El slung her backpack on her back and looked over at Hopper, that same quiet, cold falling from her mouth.

“Thanks, I’ll see you at seven.” He pursed his lips and nodded. Just as she was about to jump down the from the cab, he reached across and lightly grabbed her arm.

“Wait! Kid…is-is everything okay?” El turned to face him. Her heart hammered in her chest. She wasn’t sure why, but she was nervous. She thought maybe he had caught on to her plan , that she was getting too easy to read.

“Yes, I’m fine. What do you mean?” She asked tentatively, trying to calm her breath.

“Nothing, you just…seem a little quiet today. I just… is everything okay with…with you and Mike?” El’s eyes widened in surprise. Hopper all but flinched. He did not want to be asking that question, but he knew the Wheeler kid had something to do with this. He always had an effect on her mood. It was the only thing he could think of.

“Mike?” El breathed surprised and almost laughed.

“Yeah..he’s not like…pressuring you to do anything right? You both are still just friends, right?” With each word Hopper cringed, his hand still lightly on her arm.

“I don’t know what you mean…” she knew exactly what he meant. She and Mike were definitely not just friends, but Hopper was getting at something she’d only seen alluded to on the soap operas she’d watched.

“Just…I just want to make sure everything is okay…with you and h-him.” Why had he started this conversation again? He internally groaned.

“Yes, everything’s fine. We’re friends. Promise. Can I go?” her breath hitched in her throat when he nodded and released her. She jumped from the cab and sprinted not towards the front door but around the back to the basement floor entrance. Hopper watched her disappear behind the house and knocked his hand on the steering wheel. Nothing could have bee more awkward in that moment.

Closing the door behind her, El tried to replay the conversation she had had with Hopper in her head. Why was he so worried about her and Mike? That was definitely no the way she had expected that conversation to go. She turned around to see Mike fiddling with a rubix cube on the couch. He glanced at her and smiled.

“Hey! The guys should be here shortly. Max is upstairs talking to Nancy about I don’t know what. Come sit!” He patted the seat next to him. She sunk onto the couch beside him and took her backpack off. He put down his rubix cube and gestured to the backpack.

“Did you need some help with biology still?” He leaned over and grabbed her backpack. With every passing second, she watched him closely. He did everything possible to help her in every way. He had to help her with this now. But she couldn’t tell him yet. She nodded and they set to work on some questions she was struggling with until the other party members arrived.

The day was spent in the Wheeler basement playing board games and watching movies. They broke for lunch and Max and Lucas ran out to get ice cream for everyone. Dustin, Will and Mike stayed behind with Eleven. El could feel the old frustration building in her again. She could just go now, but she was going to wait. There was no point in setting them off early and getting in trouble before the day was done. After ice cream, they laid around and did some homework, Will drew his new character for an upcoming DnD campaign and Dustin and Lucas started outlining a timeline for their upcoming science fair project. Max flipped through a comic book providing input on their ideas when she felt like they were moving off track.

Mike settled in next to El. She was bent over her history textbook, scribbling out some notes.

“Hey,” he poked her gently. She looked up at him and smiled gently. “You okay? You’ve been kind of quiet today. And last night…last night it seemed like you wanted to talk about something.” Mike leaned a little closer to her in hopes of keeping their conversation quiet and between them.

“I’m fine. It’s just…” she needed to divert the conversation somehow. She knew she wouldn’t be able to lie to Mike face to face. She wouldn’t be able to hold back what she was planning. “Hopper…he asked me about you and I today before I came over. He thought something might be wrong. He asked if you were..if you were,” she looked Mike directly in the eye. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw how his eyes glittered when he looked at her. His mouth was pulled up in a soft smile. Being this close, she was sure he could hear her heart hammering in her chest, “He asked if you were pressuring me.” The smile evaporated from his face into a disgusted grimace.

“What?!” The other party members glanced over at Mike’s sudden outburst. “How could he even think…I would NEVER…What a piece of…Uggggh,” flustered, Mike stood and paced the length of the couch. “El, I would never do anything to pressure you, okay? You have to tell him that. I would never ever—“

“Mike!” He stopped pacing and stared at her mouth slightly open. “I know, I told him don’t worry.” He kneeled down in front of her.

“You know that too, though right? If you ever feel like I’m pressuring you, you have to tell me. Promise?” His eyes were wide and desperate. The thought of hurting her or making her do anything she was uncomfortable with made him ache.

“I will. I promise.” She placed a hand on his cheek and smiled reassuringly. He smiled back and resumed his place on the couch with her.

“Ya’ll are weird.” Lucas called from the other side of the room.

“Shut up.” Mike quipped without looking away from El.

Seven came too quickly. El was just beginning to open up again after her unnatural (at least recently) silence wore off with the excitement and energy she always felt infused into her when spending time with her friends. While they were all still sat at the table and packing up their things El took a chance.

“So what are you all doing tonight?” She watched as they all glanced nervously around at one another, finally resting all of their gazes on Mike. El followed their gazes and watched as Mike shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Uhhhh, we were probably going to go see a movie…” No one would look at her. They hated sharing plans that they knew she couldn’t attend because of her curfew. They didn’t want to seem like they were rubbing it in her face. El watched as they all avoided her gaze. She looked back at Mike who looked devastated, “I’m sorry El, we know you can’t go it’s just —.”

“What movie?” El said calmly. Mike’s eyebrows arched curiously. The rest of the party looked at her.

“Uh, Back to the Future at 8pm. Can you come?” Mike asked, his brows furrowed again and he looked at her strangely.

El shook her head, but smiled. “That’s okay. Tell me all about it though, okay?”

“For sure!” “Absolutely!” “You bet!” they each said. Mrs. Wheeler’s voice called from the top of the stairs:

“Jane! Your dad is here!” El jumped from her chair and walked around to hug Mike. She gave him a perfunctory goodbye and began to stomp up the stairs slinging her backpack on her shoulder. Mike stood hastily at took two long steps to the bottom of the stairs.

“El!” he called up to her, but she reached the top and walked briskly out of the basement into the front hall and out the front door.

“What was that about?” Max asked. The rest of the party sat in silence. Mike placed a hand in his pocket and pursed his lips.

“I don’t know. That was weird right?” He turned to the rest of the group and they nodded briefly. His eyes wandered back up the length of the stairs. Something was wrong.

Back at the double wide, El changed quickly from her casual day clothes into a cute, short jean skirt that had rainbow butterfly buttons up the front. Nancy had picked out some new clothes without the supervision of Hopper late last summer and given her things to choose from. She wanted to let El know that she didn’t have to dress in flannels and jeans the rest of her life. El put on a light pink sweater that was looser in the arms and tighter around her torso. The fabric was soft on her skin and she admired herself in the mirror. A knock came at her door. She hurriedly put on her robe and jumped into bed, pretending to draw. Hopper peaked his head in.

“You okay kid?” She nodded nonchalantly from her bed. “Okay, I gotta run out to the station really quickly on a call. You gonna be okay here or do you want to come with?”

El shook her head, “I’ll be fine!” This was perfect!

“Keep the doors locked, okay? I’ll be back in no time.”

“Okay!” she chirped. She glanced quickly at her bedside clock seven three zero. If she hurried, she could make it to the theater in time and surprise the party.

“Love you kiddo.” Hopper smiled. El smiled back a little sad. She knew she was going to get into trouble, but she felt like she had to do this. She had travelled to another state and found her sister in an abandoned warehouse and had done way worse things that he didn’t know about. Surely, she could pull off a night out at the movies with her friends.

She waited until she heard his cruiser crunch off down the gravel drive before she flew out of bed, shoved her white converse on, dotted her lips with her bright cherry lip gloss (another gift from Nancy). She locked her bedroom door and set her record player on her vinyl of Blondie. She let it play quietly, turned off her light and clambered out her bedroom window. Once in her backyard, she hurried over to the locked shed where her bike was stored. With a flick of her head, the lock broke and she pulled the chain away. She mounted her bike and with one last glance behind her, she set off down the road toward down. The wild cool night pulled through her curls. She released a loud, brilliant sigh and lifted her head to the night sky. The drumming inside of her built to a crescendo and she was positively thrumming with adrenaline.

She was doing it. She was free. The lights of town quickly came into view and El stood up on the pedals and pumped hard, pink rushing to her cheeks as her blood pumped excitedly through her veins. For tonight, she would be normal. Consequences be damned. If anything, she’d prove to Hopper that she could handle this and that the danger was minimal if not non-existent.

The movie theater came into view and El released an excited breath. Just over the heads of other kids milling around outside of the theater she spotted him. Mike. Her Mike. Laughing in the glow of the bright lights of the marquee. She skidded to a halt and pushed her bike into a nearby bike rack. She smoothed out of her skirt and ran a hand over her windblown curls before jogging excitedly toward the party.

Max caught sight of her first.

“What the hell.” Max uttered, her eyes wide at El’s approaching figure.

“What?” Mike turned from Max and scanned the crowd. His gaze fell on El, traipsing toward him, sheer joy on her face.

El from afar could see the look of panic and worry crossing over Mike’s face and she hesitated. Was he not happy to see her? Her smile dropped a little as she scanned the faces of the stunned party. She felt so light and airy, why were they all so dark and heavy?

With a determined breath, El walked the last few steps to meet them and breathed a happy sigh, staring straight at Mike.

“Hi! Turns out…I could come after all.”

[glynmostyn]

//Gonna get real OOC for a sec because I’ve been thinking about my weekend all fucking day and I want to talk about it because it was real fun. I mostly talk about our Starship Troopers session.

I had a super busy weekend and it was fucking great, got to play DnD Friday and play my catfolk barbarian and then Saturday I gardened, got a sunburn, and played Starship Troopers and

OH MAN

STARSHIP TROOPERS

So 

TL;DR My character got wasted and slept with the Chief Officer and now they’re dating in secret; I’m still giddy about it 2 days later

Idk if anyone remembers the last time I posted about it, but our DM made our Chief Officer Lt. Daniel Rodgers(I forgot his callsign it hasn’t been relevant) of the Rodger’s Raiders platoon’s FC Matt Bomer, aka Luke’s fc. The Chief Officer is the guy leading the platoon and is the bottom of the senior officer totem pole. All us PCs are just enlisted soldiers with no ranks to start. 

Our first CO we didn’t even get to meet before he fucking died because our ship was shot down by plasma bugs while trying to land on Pluto(and he was played by Richard Ayoade lmao), so after our first couple missions our new CO, Lt. Rodgers, arrived planet side. His very first interaction with our squad was my character, Esteban, answering the door to the barracks in his underwear because we’d been drinking and playing strip poker and that’s just a super great first impression. Literally our DM used this gif for our CO’s reaction to this:

And then he immediately leaves, Esteban has no idea who he was. We then got in trouble with our squad leader, John Cena, and had to run; half of us threw up and passed out, Esteban accidentally knocked himself out.

That was the first and only time they interacted on a personal level outside work, ie not during mission debriefings and such.

They played a session without me last week because I was busy all weekend and in that session Esteban apparently got his arm ripped off by a warrior bug so now he has a robotic arm and that’s pretty rad. This is not relevant to the CO story but I still wanted to share.

 I joined this last session late because I was busy again, and we finished the last mission on Pluto(and I still have no idea what the last two were). It’s a month long trip back to Earth and in the meantime my friend’s character, Nora, and Esteban are both promoted to Private First Class and put in charge of our own fire teams(One squad is made up of 3 fire teams, each having 4 people including the team leader). We all get medals for completing the Pluto campaign, purple hearts, and another one I forgot, but Esteban got a medal of distinction for something I wasn’t there for.

So Nora and Esteban decide to throw a party, because there were 2 squads and we never saw or met anyone from the other one during the campaign and we wanted to have a mixer. Everyone got wasted, some people were injured by throwing darts to the chest, and people started pairing off to go fuck. Esteban didn’t, because there was no one he was interested in, but he did get wasted.

Our DM does a thing called ‘highs or lows odds or evens’ where he rolls 1d4 and you pick high or low and odd or even. If the number was the one you called you get the best outcome, the opposite is the worst, you get the idea. He asked me after I said Esteban leaves, and I still have no idea which outcome this was supposed to be.

Esteban leaves, and wakes up in a room he’s not familiar with, naked. He’s hungover and his head is aching from something other than said hangover. There’s a man in bed next to him, also naked, but he can’t see his face because it’s covered by his arm. Esteban stealthily gathers up his clothes, embarrassed, curious, slightly panicking, trying not to wake the other guy up(I rolled a stealth check twice and I’m still mad those were my two highest rolls all night because I really wanted him to get caught lmao) and starts to leave, but he’s too curious to leave before finding out who he presumably slept with, so he rifles through his things for ID.

Chief Officer Lt. Daniel Rodgers.

Esteban starts panicking because holy shit he just slept with the platoon leader and there is NO WAY he DIDN’T know he was wasted which means the platoon leader knows there’s contraband somewhere on the ship and Esteban knows something about it and fuck fuck he’s gonna be in deep shit so he boogies out as fast as possible and does the walk of shame back to where his squad’s quarters are.

Nora sees him come in and that he’s flustered and starts asking him questions, but he wigs out a bit and won’t say where he was and goes to take a shower. While in there they get a message on their data pads to go to a meeting in 3 hours and he’s sure he’s fucked but he can’t not show up. In the meantime he does his best to avoid Nora, because my friend is taking SO much enjoyment out of this whole situation and Nora starts digging to try and find out what happened.

So we all go to the meeting, a network wants to interview all of us because we did so fucking good(our squad had no casualties, we were the only one that did), and afterward Lt Rodgers starts going over to Esteban but John Cena intercepts to talk to him about something(John Cena was also promoted and is now Lt Rodger’s second). Nora caught the panicked look on Esteban’s face when the Lt started walking towards him and followed him after he hurried out in a fast walk to do some friendly harassing as pieces starting coming together.

He still wouldn’t talk about it so she bribed the security guy to view footage from that night to see what happened and I fucking died and had legit secondhand embarrassment from the whole situation it was great.

They see Esteban stumbling in the hall trying to get back to the squad’s quarters, bump into a wall, get turned around and go the wrong way. He wanders into the officers quarters and starts banging on the Lt’s door and shouting for [squad members names] to let him in because he needs to sleep it off and he gets more belligerent the longer he stands there(which wasn’t very long). After like 20 seconds the door opens and Lt Daniel Rodgers is standing there blearily because it’s like 4am and some drunk lunatic just woke him up, looks at him, goes “Chang?”(Esteban’s last name) and Esteban looks just as confused as he does for a few long seconds and then

“Lieutenant DAYUM”(because every time Lt Rodgers is mentioned I keep doing a Forest Gump impression calling him Lt Dan) AND FUCKING TACKLE KISSES HIM.

They fall into the room, Esteban vanished from the hall video feed, so the security guy turns up the audio because this just made his fucking month and Nora is dying and things apparently turn out very well for Esteban and I just

Literally all I could think about today at work was “LIEUTENANT DAYUM”

So Nora and the security guy save the footage and do some video editing and Nora sends Esteban a message with the beginning of the clip asking if he’d like to talk now, and the security guy sends him the sexual harassment in the work place video jokingly and Esteban is ready to die so he goes to talk with Nora.

It’s been like 4 days at this point of Esteban trying his damnedest to avoid questioning and Lt Rodgers, so Nora gets real with him and tells him that he needs to talk with him or else things are going to start going bad. Now, with him being the CO there’s really only two ways it can go: They can keep going on in secret, or he can threaten Esteban to not say anything and keep it under wraps because he’ll lose his job or be demoted for fraternizing with an enlisted, especially one in his platoon. 

Esteban agrees he needs to talk to him but chickens out, so Nora fucking Parent Traps them. She sends the lieutenant a message from Esteban’s data pad saying they need to talk and gives a time and location and then sends Esteban a message from her with the same time and location.

It was hands down some of the most awkward RP I’ve ever been in lmao, but it was fun. Still don’t know much of anything about Lt Rodgers but so far he seems sweet, he was genuinely disappointed when Esteban said he freaked out when he woke up before he clarified that it was because he ‘came back to reality’ and realized he just slept with his CO; he was very careful to NOT say he has absolutely no memory of that night. In the end they decided to pursue a relationship, even though it’ll be dangerous for Daniel’s career if they get caught.

This whole event finally gave Nora and Esteban their call signs though; Cupid and Hobnob. Nora is super proud of herself for getting them together. Esteban will never live down shouting “Lieutenant DAYUM”.

[laufeymoar]

A reminder to the blogger [me]:

Ok, I should have done this as soon as the con was finished, but I didn’t think of it until now so whatever. This is just for me to get my thoughts together and remember what happened at this goddamn convention even when I am old and wrinkly and dying of some disease. Anyway, memories and impressions of SFCon 2017, wherein I speak to JPad’s sister (shoutout to all artists everywhere, Megan) and Rachel Miner, Jeffrey Dean Morgan harps on about Wincest for a bizarrely long time, and ‘meeting’ Jared turns out to be everything I could have hoped for.

Friday:

Melanie and I get there as soon as my class is done. We eat weird af avocado sushi and don’t have time to do anything else because we’re already like hours late lol. I did my best to look a little bit like Ruby, even though my hair was pulled back. SO. I don’t really remember the order any of this shit happened in, but I believe the first people we saw on stage were Richard Speight Jr. and Rob Benedict with Louden Swain, and I had my first freak out of the weekend by screaming ‘GABRIEL’ like a goddamn idiot and nearly falling apart right then and there. This was when Melanie would step in and remind me to behave like a normal human being, and I appreciated that. (Also, note: we sat in the front generally during the weekend, but Friday had the BEST seats because the Gold Member people weren’t there yet so we were RIGHT IN FRONT OF FUCKING GABRIEL BYE)

Anyway, next was the guy who played Adam. He was fucking HILARIOUS. I got to ask him a question, but before that I think someone asked him whether he prefers Sam or Dean as an ally or something like that, and I breathlessly whisper SAM and then cover my mouth, but the damage was done, the guy who played Adam fucking teased me (good-naturedly, of course, literally no one at this convention had a mean bone in their body) and I briefly reassessed what an appropriate level of ‘chill’ was. Anyway, I ask him if he’s heard of the theory that Adam is actually safe in heaven because Castiel blew his vessel to bits before Lucifer killed him (thereby killing Adam but not Michael). Jake (I think that’s the actor’s name?) thought about it a bit, I think ultimately decided he’d prefer hell? 

Also, to the girl who pointed out that Death confirmed that Sam and Adam’s souls were both in the cage...well played, sister, but in my defense I have for some reason been rewatching the first three seasons on repeat and not moving on, so my memory of season 5-6 is VERY BLURRY. 

Anyway, then it’s David Hayden Jones. Melanie and I had, up to this point, been playing the personality alignment game - I think Jake was Chaotic Good? Well, David Hayden Jones was TRUE GOOD. HE IS THE PUREST MAN I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. He was FUNNY af and reeeeeally good at improv (confirmed by Melanie, a living breathing person that has experience in theater), and he remembered like fucking everyone he had spoken with online by NAME and chatted with them a little bit even though this is discouraged by Creation (but not enforced), and was just an overall great person. The ONLY Destiel question (dear god why) of the weekend was directed at him, and he handled it brilliantly (”Ketch would think of a ‘ship’ as something that floats on water...”). 

Anyway, after that, I decide to get something signed by fucking Gabriel because what do I need $35 for? Food? HA! I prove to everyone that I am a mess because I bought a ticket and lost it, this is no fucking exaggeration FS you idiot, TEN SECONDS after buying it. TEN. The subsequent ten minutes were spent trying to find it and charming the lady that had just sold it to me to give me another one for free. I managed to do the latter, but I also found the ticket before things got critical so ALL WAS WELL. 

This led to an amazing interaction with one of the Creation volunteers (take a shot for Vera everybody) who, and keep in mind she had been talking to Melanie and I for roughly ten minutes here, proclaims with all the confidence in the world that I am the ‘Jared’ and Melanie is the ‘Jensen’ of our relationship. This is because I’m scatterbrained and get lost and get LOUD, and Melanie is a planner who gets up on time and looks out for me even though I’m a grown-ass adult. Melanie and I are both shocked at this callout culture and that our dynamic is so easily displayed, though I think the loss of the stupid ticket did give Vera a pretty big hint. 

I guess I was in a one-man competition with myself for the trophy of ‘least prepared for life’ because I get in the autograph room thing and realize I have literally nothing for fucking Gabriel to sign (also there was a whole situation with pdf v physical tickets thing but you know what bye), so I gotta give the man my hot pink Michael Kors wallet, just like everyone else does duh [note: this was also when Melanie and I meet an amazing lady who let us hold the angel blade she had, and the thing was fucking authentic, THANK YOU WHY IS EVERYONE SO NICE]. 

So he gets the wallet, along with a sticky note of my name (everyone got a sticky note with their name but I was especially grateful because my name is ridiculous), and he proceeds to PERFECTLY pronounce it, better than some of my fucking friends irl (this is a callout post, do better). He asks me where I’m from. I panic because that is the identity crisis that every foreigner faces after living more than fifteen years in a new country, but I just say Bulgaria cuz it explains my name. He then proceeds to say that I don’t have an accent which is impressive and I just nod silently like a goddamn idiot. THEN he asks me if he should visit Bulgaria, because he’s never been, and this is clearly my limit in terms of speaking with a celebrity because I reply with ‘we have a sea’ and WRENCH BACK MY WALLET FROM HIS GRASP. Having zero chill, I don’t even give myself one damn second to walk away from the man before throwing my hands in the air and doing a bizarre victory lap in a quest to find Melanie again (yes he saw and no I don’t give af).

That night we eat amazing food and play a short session of DnD, wherein my HP drops to zero and I’m pretty sure I have two angels competing to save my life because everyone realizes the odds were against my Level 1 fucking human hunter (oh, Sam...) but whatever. 

Saturday:

I remember this day the least. We were SUPER late so we missed, like, all the panels lol. There was one panel with the guy who played Henry Winchester in, and correct me if I’m wrong here, ONE goddamn episode. So at one point me and Melanie are like ‘fuck that’ and go check out the vendor’s room at the con, including the Random Acts table. We meet an amazing volunteer there (shout out to Sara, girl I will find you on twitter ok give me a hot second) and Rachel Miner, who is absolutely lovely and dedicated to bettering this black hole of a world. We talk to them for like 40 minutes (fulfilling my dream of combining fandom and real life by talking to an actress I admire about shit that matters for A LONG ASS TIME FUTURE ME OK) before leaving for Melanie’s Photo Op that I was in lol (Saturday was ‘Melanie day’ and Sunday was my day in terms of actors we came to see). 

We stand in line for the Photo Ops, and it’s about as close as I’ve ever seen Melanie to a sober ‘not in control’ form. Even though she hasn’t been in this fandom for years, she was still worried she’d cry. She didn’t, thankfully, because at the last second I realized I had brought nothing in the form of a tissue...

So:

Melanie’s directions to Misha Collins were something along the lines of, “we’re in a fight, can you mediate between us?” (inspired by the other night’s DnD catastrophe). Misha very benevolently accepts, and the beauty before you is the result (I was Sam on Saturday, btw, though I realized very quickly that my super low key interpretation did not register like most of the dedicated cosplayers’ did - and by the way? At this con, 90% of the people were dressed in some form of plaid monstrosity, obviously including me). 

After we leave (Misha said thank you to us because he is a doll and maybe socially awkward deep down inside), we are immediately accosted by Creation for an interview because obviously, we are the smoothest chicks around. We praise them to the high heavens then go off to listen to some more panels. 

OH DEAR GOD. How could I forget Mark Sheppard?! OK I don’t remember where this fits into the timeline, but Mark Sheppard comes out, gives a very lovely speech to thank Louden Swain and Rob and fucking Gabriel for the time and effort they put into these cons, then proceeds to give the most MAUDLIN talk of the whole convention. So many highlights. He expresses frustration at the fact that his final line, “even when I lose, I win,” was cut. He explains that Crowley’s character arc had run its course a while ago. He takes the piss out of any Castiel cosplayers that were there (we were momentarily worried he’d target Melanie because he was walking up the aisle right where we were sitting, but he was thankfully distracted by a cute baby). He talks about his sobriety, what God and humanity mean to him. It was very deep, very cool (one part of his speech was about the power of fandom, “it’s not just that they wear the same uniform as you, it’s that you CAN wear the same uniform”, and honestly I was near tears, the man fucking understood). This went on for quite a while, it was Mark’s last convention, and it was around this time I felt ABSOLUTELY fucking exhausted. 

I’m pretty sure-NO. Actually. Before Misha’s panel, it was the actor who plays Jack (I believe his name is Alex). It was his first convention too, though tbh, though there were more people watching him, David Hayden Jones got louder cheers. ANYWAY. I don’t remember much about Alex’s panel except that Misha crashed it using a ridiculous voice, and he crashed it RIGHT IN FRONT OF WHERE WE WERE SITTING. Night made. 

Then it’s Misha’s panel, and I honestly don’t remember anything about it, sorry future me. I remember he was pretty funny, and I liked him. 

Thennn we go home (no karaoke or concert), and after dinner and tea sleep pretty much immediately. 

Sunday:

Then, the big day (for me). It starts off pretty great. Though we were later than I wanted to be, we catch the end of fucking Gabriel and Rob’s panel (Matt was there too, the guy who plays young John Winchester). These three are fucking hilarious together, but also, super talented. They do this weird talk-sing improv that ends up AMAZING and that Melanie assures me is very hard. 

I’m gonna mess up the order now, but I think we go in the vendor’s room and we meet Jared Padalecki’s sister Megan, who has a children’s book coming out. I buy one for my sister (you’re welcome Adi) and she signs it for us. We also have a pretty productive conversation about how to get your work noticed online, and I for some bizarre reason that is completely unknown to me advise Megan to get a DeviantArt. God did not bless me with ANY reasoning skills, and I am decidedly bitter about that. 

Then...it was time.

So I’m worried the entire time I’m going to cry. I didn’t understand the phrase ‘thrumming with excitement’ until this point. I also felt slightly like throwing up, which was very uncool but just my luck. I was thankfully distracted by a very tall woman who was excited to meet someone her height.

When you enter the room for the photo ops, it’s about five minutes before it’s actually your turn, so I got to watch Jared Padalecki interact with people for five minutes before it was our turn, and I have to say it was freaking incredible. The man was bouncing off the walls. He had already been doing this for TWO HOURS and he was still energetic and hugging EVERYONE. Also, since he was the one initiating, Creation couldn’t say SHIT, so pretty much everyone left with a GIGANTIC grin on their faces. Still felt a little like throwing up though. 

Ok. I know everyone says this. But he is TALL in real life. He’s not ‘huge’, it’s not season 3, but he’s very elegant looking and quite frankly beautiful. Better looking than he is on the show. And he greets us with a gigantic SMILE and his hair is so fucking SHINY and I was just ready for death at that point tbh.

...anyway. I say something along the lines of, “channel the DRUNKEST sorority girl you’ve ever seen in your life. We’re your two friends dragging you home.” He nods very determinedly, we grab him by the waist and ABSOLUTELY do not see the face he makes, and it’s over in like 5 seconds. BUT when we’re done, I catch his eye briefly (and am close to tears at this point) and he BRINGS US INTO THE BEST DAMN BEAR HUG I HAVE EVER RECEIVED IN MY LIFE. I forget if any thank you’s were exchanged because at that point my mind was mush. I do remeber he said that he channeled ‘emotional drunk’, and this was the goddamn result. Acting, folks.

(Later, when we see this picture, Melanie and I laugh so loud that some random man asks to see the photo op because we just could not chill for ages). 

As we were leaving the room, we briefly meet Clif, J2′s bodyguard, and he was very nice and very graceful about the fact that I gushed about Jared to him for like 20 solid seconds. 

Then, it’s time for the main panels. The first one was with the actress who plays Mary, and she was lovely if a bit inefficient at answering questions quickly (I’m only bitter because I was going to ask her where she WANTED Mary and Sam’s relationship to go, and what she thought about the fact that Sam felt disconnected from her), and then Jeffrey Dean Morgan came up and riffed with her a bit (I did not think I would be as excited as I was to see Jeffrey Dean Morgan). 

Jeffrey Dean Morgan is something else. First off, he’s fucking hilarious. There are many things I could say about the answers he gave, but I’m sure there’s a transcript somewhere that would do a better job, All I need YOU to remember, future me, is the fact that the man brought up fanfiction by himself (”we’re in fanfiction land now, people”), and then for some reason that will never be clear to me brought up WINCEST. And then KEPT TALKING ABOUT WINCEST. I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD I NEARLY CHOKED. Also, while I’m sure 99% of Destiel shippers were laughing along with all of us, I’m sure there was a faction of 1% that was bitter about the fact that JDM was under the impression that Wincest was still the BNS and that made me so happy inside. 

(It makes sense that JDM thought that, though. He was on the show when Wincest was at the height of its popularity, and he never kept up. APPARENTLY, J2 sent him some Wincest, and he got a kick out of it. These guys really are a lot more open-minded than I would be in their situation...JDM did call Wincest fans perverts though, so all is right with the world.) 

Thennnnn it was J2 time. The main event for me had been seeing Jared up-close, so I was relatively subdued, but it was still a great panel. The two of them are hilarious. They sound like every pair of best friends that remember shit differently and refuse to stop arguing about it (highlights of the panel: whose fault was Jared’s stabbed leg, how does one pronounce Nevada, how J2 respectively almost died, Jensen refuting a fan who implied that Sam was better as a supportive role to Dean). Jensen kept interrupting Jared’s stories with (admittedly funny) asides, and while Jared did the same occasion, it was not on the same level, which I found interesting. Idk how I felt when Rob and fucking Gabriel came back out and started jamming out hardcore with Jensen while Jared kinda hung back. I know that’s his own choice, and that they’d love him to perform with them, but idk. I wish he was secure enough to come out of his shell. 

Also - when they came down the stairs, Jared was all smiles and waves while Jensen was super subdued. We as fans don’t know anything about them so this is pure speculation but I am allowed to do that on my own blog damn it and I’m pretty sure that Jared is a genuine extrovert while Jensen is the opposite, and it really shows when the two of them are apart (together, Jensen becomes about as animated as Jared, albeit in a different way).

We stayed for the Kings of Con panel so I could stare at fucking Gabriel some more, and was heartened to find out that Richard Speight Jr. took objection to the fact that God “didn’t have time” to bring back Gabriel as much as I did. Nevertheless, fun panel, though I don’t remember any more details (Melanie probably will tbh, in keeping up with a recurring theme, she has a better memory than I do). After the panel, Melanie and I took pictures, I scored some free shirts, we went home. 

Something that didn’t really make it into this entry but I would like to keep note of is the fact that the people at this con were incredible. The volunteers, the people in the audience, every random human Melanie and I spoke to - all incredible. It was finally a group of people ready to debate the finer points of Sam’s refusal of Lucifer in the 11th season, etc., which is on one hand, like, “duh”, but on the other hand, it really isn’t. Amazing experience overall, you had fun, Melanie had fun, no one died, all was well. 

Until the next one (which, uh, we may have to end up going to New Jersey?! We will see about THAT)!           

[fortunatelyimdead]

Plain black coffee: he drinks it black, maybe with sugar, since he looks like someone that likes sweets haha :,) at our school the teachers have mugs with their initials and the school logo on it. But before that he got a DnD mug with "never question the dungeon master" he got from us.

Cold brew: I think lazy Saturday where he watches Netflix or reads books haha. but other than that, preparing for classes/grading papers.

Iced caramel I'm too lazy to type all of that UwU: I have, because I was mad at him. He was being a dick and I got angry

Iced mocha: OOH BOY, I haven't told him, but I have a feeling he knows. An other teacher had been knew, i've already told thAt story twice I ain't repeating it agAin. But he also seems a bit flirty sometimes, probably unintended but it feels nice haha. He looks me in the eyes a lot, is kinda touchy feely (hands on my shoulders, hugs, that stuff) and always seems to like talking to me

White chocolate mocha: I've only known for a few months but it came slowly. I realised when I thought about kissing him and I actually liked the thought of it

Iced vanilla latte: I would travel to the UK, since we both love it there haha, he travels to England almost every year and I'd love to travel with him in general.

Cappuccino: I admire his kindness, he's always down to help people, he tries to get along with everyone he meets. And most of all, he still tries to be there for me when I need to vent or need advice.

Americano: he drinks, even though it takes him half an hour to finish a glass of beer haha. And he smokes, even though he only occasionally does it smoking is smoking.

Ultra caramel frappuccino: OOOOHHH.... I dreamt of him a few times hahaha. I dreamt he pinned me to a wall and we just kissed for a while (that's all I remember from it). But a fantasy I made up myself... I only once fantasized about us. It was just a conversation with him and he kept talking dirty to me. I can't see anything in my mind because of aphantasia, only memories and from things I have seen

Java chip frappuccino: hrmmm, I have a few haha. 1. His eyes, a beautiful brown, mocha or chocolate brown, with little hints of hazel. 2. His hands, I haven't ever touched his hands myself but whenever he places them on my shoulders they're really warm, and soft AND NOT MOIST! I HATE SWEATY HANDS ITS A FUCKING TURN OFF FOR ME IF YOU HAVE SWEATY HANDS DONT EVEN THINK OF TOUCHING ME. Sorry.. but 3. His scent... I love his smell, it's a really distinct smell and it's stuck in nose and I love it

Iced soy latte: he likes geeky series and films. Like Lord of the rings and the hobbit. Also the Marvel movies and stranger things. When me and my friends go to his classroom we usually ask about shows he watches haha

Pumpkin spiced latte: he scratches his beard a lot, and it's really cute actually hahaa. He also has a cute laugh, it's a wheezy laugh but and it's cute how he always shows his nice teeth (his teeth are nice!! Like omggg)

Iced cinnamon dolce latte: a ferret, cuddly and feisty when needed to be. A lazy, cute furball with a nice personality

Chai tea latte: he has Instagram. I don't follow him on it and just stalk him from a distance, since his account isn't privated

Strawberries & cream frappuccino: THE WHOLE CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT SCENE FROM LION KING, Its so cute :,DD and I just think of how it could be in a few years when we have kind of forgotten about each other and just casually run into each other

I fucking love these kind of things imma do more of these this summer break!

- Owen

TC Coffee Challenge

made this cause i have too much time on my hands before school starts & i spent the summer serving starbucks drinks

there’s really no rhyme or reason to this 😂 sorry if some of these have been done before

reblog or send asks to ppl or just do the whole thing if u want

plain black coffee: Does your TC drink coffee? Do you know how they take it? Bonus: If they bring it to class, what does their mug/thermos look like?

cold brew: How do you imagine your TC spends their Saturday nights?

iced caramel coconut milk macchiato: Have you cried over them?

iced mocha: Do they know how you feel about them (or do you think there’s a chance they do)? Do you want them to?

white chocolate mocha: Describe how you realized you liked them. Was it love at first sight? Did it hit you suddenly or come on slowly?

iced vanilla latte: If you could travel with them to one place, where would it be?

cappuccino: What do you admire the most about them?

americano: Do they drink or smoke that you know of?

ultra caramel frappuccino: What is your favorite scenario in your head that you’ve made up of the two of you? (come on, you know you’ve done it 😉)

java chip frappuccino: What is your favorite physical feature of theirs?

iced soy latte: What kind of music, movies, and TV shows do they like?

pumpkin spice latte: What cute/funny/weird habits do they have?

iced cinnamon dolce latte: If they were an animal, what would they be?

chai tea latte: Do they have social media? If so, what accounts? Do you follow them? Do they follow you?

strawberries & cream frappuccino: If you could reenact any scene from a movie with them (and have it be real if that makes sense😂), what would it be?

[isolated-loser]

Log 0023, 7:11pm, 8-9-2019

Monday, the 29th, Queen and myself went to the shop early in the day to get help with leaning how to play magic. The game was okay, but she doesn’t like losing. so she won’t play with me anymore.

The dnd game that night. Game went ok, wasn’t the best but, it was ok. My Dm, Lashmaster, played in it actually. He said he had fun, and I need to be more assertive at the table, which he’s more than probably right about. It was Shaggy’s last session, so I was giving him some more special attention, and Lash called me out on it, after the game discreetly, and was going to talk to me about it at a later time, but I really already knew I was giving him special attention, so I said something along the lines of I know I’m giving him some special treatment but it’s his last session and I’m making his PC into na NPC, which is true, and lash wall al like ah head nod and shit, so I’m hoping he doesn’t think, I’m shit. Though, when or if Shaggy comes back in November I need to do better, about that. Even if it’s hard, I can’t, no, won’t be that shitty DM who’s always giving special attention to the players I find attractive. It’s not right. It’d not fine. It’s not cool. I need to be better. I need to do better.          

Wednesday, the 31th. I when to the community college, to get my finical aid dealt. Had to wait for an hour to find out, I’m an idiot, and was looking in the wrong place. But it’s all good now. I need to schedule classes, but I’m pretty sure I need to finish this placement test, it’s like the sats but not the sats, I should have done it all ready, but here we are.

In Lash’s campaign, Thursday, the 25th & 1th, we found out that one of our players was still the dude who tried to kill the king, but in disguise. Are PCs still don’t know, but we as player know. We then go investigate the one of barrens, & get trapped in his freak magic basement. finally got out of that god forsaken room. I barely survived; I was at one hit point. Like I’m a half orc, but hit me ones I’m down, then up, then ya hit me again and I’m dead. And everyone but me and one other player when right, this player & i didn’t runaway together. And I ended up using my acrobatic sill to run roof to, to roof top untill I fall throw a thatched roof and brake my neck with the lading. Then with my wonderful half orc blood I my neck just snaps back in to place, and I wake up. I had scared the shit out of this young newlywed couple, the DM has me roll a %dice, to see if the wive dies of fright, luckily she didn’t. then I’m given the choice of with I want to roll, persuasion at disadvantage, or intimidation with advantage, on whether or not they repot me to the guards. I obviously intimidation with advantage, I roll like pretty high, say something like you din’t see jack, then blot.

Friday, I schedule my placement test for college.                          

So, Saturday, the 3th, I went to karaoke again. It was fun. Presh, her parents, a friend of hers, and her grandmother were there. I sang “The Ballad of Mona Lisa” again, and I also did Michael Buble’s Feeling Good. Both I sang badly, but hay, that is life. Presh’s friend, was fucking amazing, it’s such a sham she doesn’t have nearly as much confidents in her voice as she should. I mean really she was very good. Presh would be really good, if shed stop sing through her nose, but I’m not saying shit to her about it. After, Presh, her grandmother, and myself, went to waffle house like last time, & Chatted about DnD, and about some of the cute guys at the tables. I fucked up texting my ride. I fucked up texting my ride to get me.

Then we when to presh’s place. when we first got there, Presh mentioned that some rando dnd dude she’s into, & eyebrows texted her,(quick note eyebrows’ name is really common, & I’m not going to use here. I’m just going to use Eyebrows as a place holder for the name here), and her grandmother asked “My Eyebrows?” and Presh was like no, and then I ask “Or my Eyebrows?”, mostly cuss that what I have to refer to Eyebrows with, when I talk about him to Queen seats there are 95 other people at the shop with the same name, and she was all like you mean my eyebrows, then I’m like I don’t know how many eyebrows you know, the she like Nerdshop Eyebrows, then I try to tell her it just what I have had to use to differentiate him from the other guys of the same name with queen, then she’s all like so how long have you known Eyebrows, then I tell her, note I said seats October, then she flexes on knowing him two years, thank the gods her grandmother started talking about her kid who share a name with eyebrows, which helps defuse whatever shit may have been starting, and I mincion and actor of the same name who’s really awesome. The rest of the night before my ride got there was fine, nice friendly.

So in, conclusion my brain says, she now wants eyebrows because, I had told her I did. I mean, I couldn’t compete with her, if I even wanted to, because she’s a skinny pixie dream girl with big tits and perfect skin. Not that he was ever interested in me to begin with.                                                    

Sunday, I think, I hung with Queen most of the day. It was fun. We hung when to go see a tiger, I joked about how easy it be so easy to let the tiger out with some bolt cutters and a gun, then out to at a coffee shop,  She ordered me a phone, and she’s spotting me until I get a job then I’m going to pay her back. I really fell like shit that shes doing this for me. she pretty much one of the only people with half an idea, if how broke I really am. she too kind to me. I need to find work so i can pay her back.

Signing Off

Favorite song today: We Don’t Have To Dance by Andy Biersack

Mood: Fairly stable.

[theory-of-a-fandom]

I dunno I just wanted to talk about this to something... something not involved, something that won’t take a side or yell.

I lost my best friend (E) nearly 6 months ago. I still have them on social media, and I still like their posts and I still miss them. But we don’t talk. They were...almost the person who saved me? The first person who I trusted with all of me. Being their friend led to so many of my firsts: my first sleepover, my first kiss, my first relationship, the first friendship group where I felt wanted, actually wanted rather than just pitied.

We met when we...what 15? We got talking, we both love anime, and that led to them coming round my house for 3 days straight. We watched horror lets plays and ate 3-day old pizza. It was the best few days of my life back then. I’d never had that before, never really felt like anyone wanted me. I was the nerdy fat kid ya know?

But after that, well we were joined at the hip. We joined the same clubs, we did the same things, we went to parties together. Two of their friends joined us (C and D), as did my other two friends (which was a relief as my friends were dating, and I had become the very awkward third wheel to them ‘star-gazing’ on the stairs). And that made school bearable. It made me actually look forward to social times.

My best friend would spend every Wednesday at mine, they couldn’t get home till late that day so of course, just come to mine. We’d read Homestuck, do homework and just laugh. It was fantastic. I miss that.

They got a boyfriend (C), one of the friends that moved with them. I was so happy for them, and everything was great. I became super close to him. I was learning to open up, I was talking about my feelings for the first time...ever? I hated myself, yes, and we were both self-harming and exams were coming and it was so stressful but I remember that year in a golden haze. For the first time, I wasn’t completely miserable.

They then broke up. It was awkward and uncomfy. They refused to speak to each other until I sat them down and got them to talk. They fixed it and got back together. It was essentially us three against the world. 

We miss each other’s 16th parties - I’m ill for theirs, they cancel for mine.

Then we got to leave school. E and D went off to do a course at the local college and C and I stayed on for further study. I got very close to C, people thought we were dating. We talked about everything: mental health; their relationship; my sexuality, all of that. Then I met J. Our group soon became me, E, C, D and J.

We would all hang out at the weekends, it was great. Until E started cancelling plans last minute. The bus was late (I see them as I leave school, meeting C), they just wanna see C. It hurts - I am still a very insecure person, but these things happen, I get it.

J became my first boyfriend after months of friendship. Everything was fine before this. Now E hates him. So much. We dated for 2 months until I learnt that he didn’t know No meant No. We all recover.

E has made so many new friends at college, they don’t have a lot of spare time - and fair enough, I have exams to study for, I understand. We see each other when we can. I develop an eating disorder.

Wednesdays stop happening. There is silence for a while, but then everything is good.

C and I finish school, E restarts more academic work. I turn 18 - E cancels being the only friend I invited over to celebrate. I go to the local uni. Both E and C come to my dorms, we celebrate. C and I grow more distant. Tuesdays become a thing. E sees me on Tuesdays, C on Saturdays and Thursdays. That works. This is the Schedule that must be kept. 

Their pets get sick, their crying. C can’t be bothered to go with them to the vets, so I walk an hour, miss my lecture, and go and sit with them and get us food. I calm them down. They help me over the phone with panic attacks. Then this gets less. They’re with C all the time, C needs them. My eating disorder and self-harming get bad.

Summer comes around and it’s okay again. We all crash in my giant bed. E keeps telling C to kiss me. He does. That...happens. It’s... comfy, I trust him. There’s a guy(A) who is interested in me, who comes into my work, and I do not realise at allllll that he likes me. I have no clue. A and E are friends. He walks up the stairs to their 18th party, sees me, and walks down again, takes a few minutes and comes back up. I end up crying on him for a while but he’s nice. E tells me all the ways he’s a bad guy.

A and I hang out with groups, I still don’t believe he’s interested in me. I have a family emergency, but E and I are still told to take our holiday. It’s great. We share a bed, we spoon, we’re close. They keep saying we’re closer than just friends, but idk, their my best friend, isn’t this how it’s supposed to be?

A situation with A leads me to having a panic attack in a taxi on the way home from a club. E is so angry with him, and so am I. But he apologises, so much. I figure we can be friends. We start talking. We end up talking a lot. E is a bit funny about him. They say they have a crush on him (E and C are in a poly relationship), and then they have a crush on me. I don’t know what to say. 

E and C stay over. We get drunk. E gives C a bj in my bed, I cover my eyes, uncomfy but C uncovers and makes me watch. I don’t know what to do. We don’t talk about it. We’re all just friends - at least in my mind.

A asks me out a few days later. We’d been skirting around it for a few weeks. I say yes, and I am so happy. He takes me out for dinner and walks me home. It’s my first date. It’s magical. I tell E. They cry and the next day we get coffee and they start talking about our poly relationship. (??)

It turns out E has asked to sleep with A, knowing we’re dating. A and I are both uncomfy. But we move past it. Just E and A start fighting. E and I are going to a convention, and are going to a party the night before. We both, dumbly, get very drunk. E gets very high. I’m just happy to be there, I don’t get to go out a lot, and it’s my first party with a boyfriend. E wants to leave, I want to stay. I say let's stay another hour. E storms off into the night, leaving me at the party, smashed and in near tears. A cheers me up, and A and D walk me back to Es. A walks me in, E starts yelling, telling me to just get out, I start having a panic attack. A is trying to calm E down, I’m just crying. Eventually, things calm down.

We go to the con, E isn’t talking to me. The day just kinda sucks. I see A in the evening and things get better.

During the next week E isn’t talking to me. I take them out to lunch to apologise - this is something I really struggle with. I really struggle with not being perfect but I do it. I don’t expect complete and instant forgiveness, but I do expect some form of acceptance? Yes, I shouldn’t have let you leave the party alone but you shouldn’t have just stormed out. What I get is them yelling at me that ‘actions have consequences’ and how I’ve become a bad person. I’m in near tears but I accept it.

Things are awkward. 

Tuesdays are moved to Thursdays. I ask every day is Thursday still on? Yes. Thursday comes around - either a cancel the hour before or just a no show.

We’ve been playing DND for a while now, A dming. Its gotten to the point that if E goes partying the night before they just won’t show up. So we get used to this, it just sucks that we won’t be told until 5 minutes before we start. And E and I aren’t really talking. E is so rude to me during DND, won’t talk to me out of character and insults me in character, trying to start to a fight. I’m not proud of it but I rise up to it but try to defuse it but they won’t have it. And then, E goes out partying the Saturday night. 10 minutes before we start, I’m walking there after work - we get a message saying E and their sister are no longer playing the campaign. E had messaged A that they weren’t coming - fair enough, though other people went out with you and it’s 5pm the next day you’ve spent the entire day in bed how are you still hungover??? - and A had planned for this. E takes this as not being wanted. A goes and buys a bottle of rum and walks across town to talk with E. E won’t open the door. A comes back to mine and we realise we can’t play this campaign anymore - we don’t  have enough people.

So E and I are awkward. A and E aren’t talking. Eventually - after many more cancelled last minute plans and no contact - I message E saying I know you’ve got a lot going on right now, but I’m hurt that you’re not talking to me, and keep cancelling out plans. (It was a while ago). I get a message back. “You’re right - I do have a lot going on right now and it’s none of your business.”

I am so hurt. A is pissed at E for talking to me like that. I don’t know what to do. It’s the first time I’ve ever aired a grievance with E - I was so scared of saying something and losing them.

A few weeks pass - I get another message. “And what have I supposedly cancelled?” I tell them, and “the schedule isn’t serious”. .... If it was on a day they were meant to be with C I could have not eaten in days, been having a panic attack and wanting to die but nope, it’s C’s day. The Schedule you know. But for me? No. No time.

I eventually say if they even have time to still be friends. They message me a bunch of rude stuff, delete it, and then say I’ve changed since getting a boyfriend. I’ve grown a backbone - says everyone else in my life. I get a message that I’ve hurt them and they need space.

A proposes to me. It’s a sign of commitment - we have to start doing a ldr, and I am so happy. We keep it quiet. He leaves. E and I still aren’t talking. A comes back to visit and we go to a party. We both get drunk, and A tells everyone we’re engaged. Everyone is surprised - we haven’t been dating long and we’re both 19. But they’re happy for us - our close friend literally said he’s never seen anyone look at someone how A looks at me before. E is at this party.

After A leaves again, I get a message - you really engaged? yes. Fucks sake. What does your mum think? it’s quiet, she doesn’t know. Hah. Well good luck with that shitshow.

I am so hurt.

We haven’t really spoken since. And it hurts, it really does. They were so important to me. I let them walk all over me - and I know shouldn’t have but I was so scared of losing them. So scared that if I said anything they would leave. But they kept saying, for years, no, you can tell me anything. And I did. And they left.

I still miss them. So much. I have new friends, but I miss E. And it sucks.