#fic: RE

[simpjaes]

I know I have not given you proper feedback for any of your works get so let me give you one for Realistic Expectations(RE):

First of all, SJ, what the HELL did you just write..like…WOAH

I know you’ve always been that author who loves darker themed fics and ofc you wrote the only and only Frenzy, but this Jake is somehow almost even more terrifyingly hot than Frenzy Jake—maybe it’s the way RE Jake is so shameless and open about how straight up insane he is,, while Frenzy Jake was secretive and almost afraid to get caught even if he wasn’t too worried about how reader would react if she found out, perhaps because he KNEW she was just as crazy as him.

For RE Jake, however, you can tell he FEEDS off of the way reader seems to kinda fear him, but he knows deep down that she wants him and that’s really what causes him to go so far, even as far as ruining her current relationship. He thinks of it as not only something he wants, but also a favor for her by getting rid of Sunghoon the quickest way possible— showing him what he could NEVER have no matter how in love with him reader claims she is.

That’s why RE Jake is at that level with Frenzy Jake—because although they’re both insane, they show it in different ways, with Frenzy Jake being secretive and protective towards reader while RE Jake is so openly unashamed but still protective. Which brings me to also talk about how much of a fucking manipulator RE Jake is!!! Like the whole “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you, it’s okay.”That’s some real manipulation there! Like who is he protecting her from?? Himself??

I could go on and on about this fic and talk about every detail of it but this is probably getting too long so I’ll end it off by asking this— Who would win? Frenzy Jake v.s. Realistic Expectations Jake

omfg do u have any idea how fun this was to read? it's really rare for me to see people analyze the characterization in my fics but when they do i always start swooning, so thank you so much, like with everything in me, thank you...LET'S DO THIS.

FRENZY JAKE VS REALISTIC EXPECTATIONS JAKE:

so before i answer who would win between frenzy jake and realistic expectations jake, i want to point out my view of them compared to yours. Realistic expectations Jake was just a normal guy, like a really charming guy that you'd probably normally think Jake is. If anything, he was manipulated by you first, and you used the fact that he's a horny guy against him to get what you were originally wanting. keep in mind he didn't even think about fucking you until you basically forced the thought into his head by literally dangling yourself in front of him and then crawling into his bed. On top of that, Jake himself didn't even realize how insane he was for you until you denied him. There's mention of him realizing how nice to feels to have the power and to see you so afraid of him solely because you're the one who suddenly singled him out like he's gross for even considering fucking you. So, yes, he is insane and also a huuuge manipulator, but he didn't entirely realize it until he was able to feel true resentment towards you for the way you pulled him in, gave him hope, and then pushed him away.

Frenzy Jake was always fucking insane. There are mentions of how his ex girlfriend broke up with him because he destroyed her phone over talking to her brother, living in a pig-sty and looking a mess because he was consumed with hatred and sadness after that breakup with his ex etc. He only felt better when he finally opened his curtains and saw reader across the street in her apartment. Like that tiny second changed his whole life, his heart essentially started beating again. Frenzy jake likely wasn't always secretive or careful about what he does, but he's a man and he's had time to learn how to get away with it. I mean, he sucks your toothbrush, licks your shower walls, jerks off to your journal that details horrifying trauma, and wants you to traumatize him too. Frenzy jake is literally a sociopath, or maybe a psychopath idk. The only thing he feels is love when he sees you, and the only other feeling he feels is hate for everyone who isn't you. He even mentions at the end there, that he would kill your ex for you. And the reality of Jake in this fic is that...he would. He would genuinely kill if it means he can keep you, and that's not reserved for just your ex either. he'd think he's in his right mind killing reader too, if she ever tried to leave him.

SO! While Realistic expectations Jake is willing to ruin your life and allow you to feel isolated to be with him, frenzy jake is willing to kill to keep you and make sure you don't think even for a second that he's the cause of any issues in your life.

Both are insane in their own ways but I think Frenzy jake would win because like, it's life or death for him and he cares so much about what you feel and think. For Realistic expectations jake it isn't life or death, it's just manipulation and very intense "love". He doesn't care about how you feel, he only cares about himself.

Frenzy jake would murder RE jake without even holding his breath lmfao, all RE jake would do is attempt to fuck you in front of him.

:D

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[lucabyte]

monologue

[vivid-vices]

the way chuuya immediately looks down at his shoe with that curiously hopeful look on his face is the cutest thing in the world. "i don't care about dazai at all" chuuya, my guy, you want his approval of your fucking shoes

[shepscapades]

[dbhc flavored] Hermit a Day May: Day 20 — Gem!

[damianwaynerocks]

thinking about the fic (life happens by cdelphiki) where damian and tim get sent to our world and find out they’re fictional characters. and they have to go to walmart to get supplies and damian is complaining that they don’t have his shampoo and now he has to use “peasant shampoo” and he puts the shampoo back on the shelf where they don’t go and tim is like “damian you’re making more work for the workers” and damian just says “it’s job security”

another honorable mention is when damian doesn’t get a part in a play because “nepotism. the lead is the director’s son and he cannot hold a tune” or when damian attacks tim and the cops get called and they think tim is abusing damian and damian is like “no i’m the one abusing him”

also they have to go by “wagner” instead of wayne and damian is like what why and tim is like “it’s like if a guy called himself mickey mouse. we’ll be accused of fraud” and he says this as he is actively forging birth certificates, social security cards, hacking into a bank to get a loan and forging death certificates for the rest of the family

[rubyfunkey]

tweaking my lamb design + some stuff straight out of @bamsara 's TROD AU

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.

It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms. 

Worse?

It was short.

Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans. 

The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at. 

“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming. 

Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme. 

“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym. 

Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.

‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’

“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel. 

They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.

Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give. 

Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.

(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.

 Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures. 

The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.) 

Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.

Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.

Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds. 

“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious.  “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.” 

To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was. 

None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.

Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it. 

Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.

Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome. 

“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again. 

A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.

“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!” 

Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction

“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”

“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!

“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!” 

As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.

Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s. 

“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!” 

It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.” 

Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise. 

Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for. 

(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.) 

The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con. 

It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.

Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.

Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.

“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.” 

He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.

Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.

(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)

“You know who doesn’t look scary?”

Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of; 

“Steve!”

Eddie’s left eye twitched.

‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.

Cartoon squawking and all. 

“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.” 

So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.

“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”

Eddie had pulled himself back up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.

There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this. 

Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game. 

One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all. 

(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”

“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.) 

“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly. 

“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!

 “Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?” 

He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.

“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of  a few silly images.” 

A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room. 

“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!” 

This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air. 

Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!

He was right!

Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.

“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking. 

Because King Steve? Play D&D?

'Ha!'

“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!” 

“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.

Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed. 

Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.) 

The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway. 

As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.

“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.

"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.” 

 Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table

Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.” 

The dick.

“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.

He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.

Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.

[nibbelraz]

I completely forgot about the second "Daddy Airplane" incident

[frownyalfred]

“Why are you bullying Hal Jordan so much in this fic?” Because it’s funny. Because it’s funny and he’s not a real person.

[vinelark]

i don’t remember if i ever shared this here, but a while ago i posted a little twitter thread about bats and gas station snacks and some very talented podficcers made a podfic of it! 🎧

[podfic] Jersey Vigilantes Don't Pump Gas by isweedan & reena_jenkins

original thread (text under the cut):

nested tweet reading: ever since i learned gotham is supposed to be in new jersey i can’t get this concept out of my head: [a badly drawn bumper sticker that says “jersey vigilantes don’t pump gas”] / quote tweet reading: the batmobile can’t just slip in and out of a gas station unnoticed. an employee HAS to go fill up the tank. meanwhile the tired night shift cashier knows the various robin eras because they come in to buy different snacks as time goes on.

one night while the manager is out filling *the literal batmobile* the cashier blinks and comes face to face with a child in a leotard and green boots, buying a pack of twizzlers. “thanks!” the first robin calls, somehow vaulting over two rows of shelves on his way out the door.

years later, after a stretch of quiet weeks, a new, curly-haired robin comes in and grabs a bag of flamin hot pepper puffs. the cashier doesn’t even think robin 2 actually likes them, but he looks really satisfied with himself every time he drops them on the counter.

(even after the second robin abruptly stops coming in, the cashier keeps slipping flamin hot pepper puffs onto their order list. no one else ever buys them, but it just—feels like the thing to do, somehow.)

a stretch of months without a robin, oddly tense. then the third robin appears, even smaller than the first two. he slips inside and buys a cup of black coffee and drains it in one go right at the coffee station, nervously eyeing the door like he’s afraid he’ll be caught.

the fourth robin, when she shows up, makes a beeline for the protein bars. finally, the cashier thinks, someone remotely sensible for this line of work. (though maybe not sensible enough—or maybe TOO sensible—because small caffeine robin is back a few months later.)

the fifth robin, when he first appears, approaches the counter. “you will direct me to the best snacks new jersey has to offer,” he tells the cashier.

“uh,” the cashier says. “i like sour patch kids, myself.”

robin 5 nods. “i will take a bag of sour patch children.”

(one night, not much later, red hood strolls through the door. the cashier has lived in gotham for over a decade now; they barely blink, even when nightwing bounds in after him.

“oh, shit, flamin hot pepper puffs,” red hood says. “i haven’t had these in ages.”

“aw, come on,” nightwing says, already holding a pack of twizzlers. “no one else can stand those.”

“why do you think i got them in the first place, dickhead?” red hood says. “to fend off new jersey’s number one snack thief.” and he buys buys every bag in stock.)

[simpjaes]

I will never tire of your Jake fics, especially if they tend to go towards the dark and insane side. He seems to fit that so well. In your recent fic, he seemed sweet and understanding but slowly became sinister. Or maybe he always was, and it was just that he didn't care. We (reader) tried to really have conviction and stop the relationship that was going on. It moved past step siblings care and moved to a true protective genuine care. Maybe it was manipulation, but idk maybe it was because he took her virginity. That always creates this..special type of connection. You have this cool way of writing which I love.

you are so special to me for sending this ;-; even if it took me 9032984032 days to respond!! Realistic expectations Jake basically fell in love with reader before the things in the fic happened. they talked a lot about what could be, what should be, and lots of fantasies, but when she rejected him all that love turned into resentment, to the point that as long as he has her, he doesn't care how anyone else feels. SUPER FUN STUFF TO WRITE I TELL YA. I'm glad you're having fun reading ; u ;

[grnherbs]

eigteen plus, mdni

hybrid!leon in a particularly brutal heat, who can't stop his hips from rocking into you time and time again, no matter how hard he tries to escape your scent he can't get enough of it and he buries his nose deeper still into your collar.

he thrusts sloppily over and over, willing himself to somehow get deeper each time and whining when he finds he couldn't physically get closer if he tried. his veined hands gripping the pillow behind your head, whining and fucking up into you, tip reaching the very head of your cervix.

"mph. fuck baby, you feel so fucking tight, this pussy is fucking gripping my cock so good, gonna fill you up till you're dripping with my cum," he leans by your ear and with a sharp thrust he says "and then I'm gonna fuck it back into you."

the feeling of his rough shirt pressed against your sensitive nipples, chaffing them in the best way possible, you were whimpering now, shaking from your third orgasm of the evening. Leon becoming more and more relentless as time grew on. his cock still painfully hard for him.

"you smell so good baby, i don't, you gotta be fucking ovulating, your hormones are fucking insane, can smell you half way down the street sweet girl" his head was warm, a ball of sweat washing down his cheek as he reached his high for the second time.

he shakes through his orgasm, overstimulated but somehow it wasn't enough, as he began to rutt again and again against you "I'm sorry baby,, i can't, i just can't stop, it hurts so bad to not be in you, I'm sorry sweet girl, I'm sorry I'm not myself" he shakes again and again and you stroke your hand against his warm, tear stained cheeks as he chokes out a moan when your legs lock around him. "it's okay lee, just, just use me"

and he sobs at this, relief, hips faltering into you and you swear you can feel his cum slipping out, too full to hold anymore, his wet lips capturing your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. when pulling away he ushers "need to fuc- need to fuck you full of my babies, please, wanna see that stomach so fucking big and swollen, need you to be a pretty momma for me"

[glazedcroissant]

I've been reading @post-it-notes7 heart and soul series once again, and I wanted to make some more fanart! As such, doodles:

Read their fic here!

[hemisphaericas]

[higgsbison]

Randomly updates that one fic where Jean has custom skills and they're all absolutely, horrifically useless.