#i feel like i'm forgetting stuff but this is long enough as it is rip

[wendichester]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ one too many,

summary. you drunk-diall dean. he immediately rushes to you.-

pairing. dean winchester x drunk!reader genre. fluff-ish

wordcount. 679

notes / warnings. mild alcohol use, tipsy rambling, suggestive tension, dean being soft but lowkey feral, unfiltered feelings

Your thumb hovers over his name like it’s a trigger. You're swaying slightly in the shitty motel kitchenette, phone hot in your hand, brain swimming in cheap tequila and worse decisions. You know you shouldn’t call him. You definitely shouldn’t call him at two-freaking-thirty in the morning. But your lips are already forming the words before your common sense can scream loud enough.

"Deeeean," you slur the second he picks up, voice soft and singsongy, "hey, hot stuff."

There's a pause. Long enough to make you giggle and imagine him half-naked and blinking at the caller ID like it's a bad dream.

"...You drunk?"

"Maaaaybe."

He exhales. It’s a sharp sound, like he’s pinching the bridge of his nose. "Where the hell are you?"

"Room twelve, back of the motel. I think the wall’s moving. Or maybe I'm moving. Wait—" You press your palm to the wall and laugh when you almost fall. "Yup. Definitely me."

You hear rustling, keys, the thump of boots.

"Stay put," Dean grits. “Don’t go anywhere.”

"As if I could,” you say, collapsing onto the bed like a melting popsicle. “Your voice is soooo serious. You sound hot when you’re mad. Did you know that?"

Dean groans. “Jesus Christ.”

The knock comes fast—he must’ve sprinted over. You scramble to the door, unlock it with more difficulty than necessary, and nearly fall into his chest when it swings open.

He catches you, big hands bracing your arms, and holy hell—he’s in a henley and jeans and looking like the dictionary definition of rugged savior fantasy.

"You're wearing your Dean shirt," you mumble, swaying against him.

His brow furrows. "My what?"

"You know, the one that hugs your arms and makes girls forget how to breathe."

His jaw clenches. His hands tighten slightly. "You’re impossible when you drink."

You beam. “You love me anyway.”

The words slip out too fast.

Dean stills.

You slap a hand over your mouth and stagger back, eyes wide. “I—I mean like... friendly love. Bro love. Hunter love. Not the wanna rip your clothes off and ride your face kind. Haha.”

Dean’s eyes blaze. “That’s a kind?”

“Shut up.”

He steps in. Shuts the door behind him. It clicks too loudly in the silence that’s suddenly way too full.

"You shouldn’t drink alone,” he says quietly, voice low, rough. He moves to steady you again as you flop gracelessly onto the bed. “You never hold your liquor.”

“Who said I was alone?” Too cheeky. You giggle but quickly stop at the frown that adorns his features. You pout. “'Sides, I was thinkin’ about you.”

His eyes flick to yours.

"Yeah?"

“Mhm,” you hum. "You’re in my head all the time lately. Makes sleep kinda hard.”

Dean swallows. He’s standing awkwardly near the edge of the bed, torn between pulling you into his lap or bolting straight through the damn drywall.

"Did I say that out loud?" you blink.

"Yeah,” he says hoarsely.

“Well, maybe I meant to,” you murmur. “Maybe I call you at two a.m. 'cause you’re the only person I think about when I’m messy like this. When I feel stupid and needy and soft and… I dunno. Honest.”

Dean exhales slowly. Like he’s trying to breathe through fire.

“Fuck.”

You blink up at him, vulnerable and tipsy and entirely too real. “You gonna yell at me now?”

He kneels in front of the bed, resting his hands on your knees like it’s the only way to keep from shaking.

“No,” he says. “I’m gonna make sure you drink water, get in bed, and sleep this off. And then, tomorrow… you and I are gonna talk.”

“About how I wanna ride your—”

“Sleep it off, sweetheart,” he says sharply, cheeks flushed. “Please.”

You snort, flopping back on the bed. “Okay, okay, killjoy. But hey…”

Dean leans in to pull the blanket over you.

You grab his wrist.

“Thanks for coming.”

His voice is barely a whisper. “Always.”

And even though he doesn’t kiss you—not yet—his fingers linger against your skin, like he’s memorizing something he’s too scared to claim.

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[justwonder113]

Sharing a bed with Lee Know

Chan; Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

My Masterlist

Summary: Feeling beyond frustrated with your boyfriend you leave your phone home and head out to drink your sorrows away, meanwhile he's stuck there losing his mind trying to find you. Warning: CURSING It's me who's surprised there. Angst to fluff. Barely mentioning the sharing bed part but yeah... Reader is gender neutral. Mention of alcohol intake. reader is tipsy but fully conscious. I don't know if I missed anything so please let me know if I did. NOT PROOFREAD

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Not knowing how to deal with your rampaging emotions you kept pacing back and forth in your apartment like a lunatic. You were at loss for words, never in your life you felt this humiliated and to think that Minho, the person who was supposed to be your safe space and your comfort person was the source of that!

Honestly, you felt torn, you were beyond mad at frustrated at Minho and wanted to rip him a new one, but at the same time you felt so heartbroken and miserable all you wanted to was to crawl in your bed and not get up for at least a week. It also didn’t help at all that your week was an absolute shit, with this said day being the cake on the top. All you wanted to do was to have a lunch with your boyfriend and just forget all the bullshit you had to go through. You knew he had a hectic schedule due to an upcoming comeback. Heck, you barely had seen him for the last maybe three weeks. He was already at practice when you woke up and immediately went to sleep when he came back in the middle of the night so he had barely any time to talk or text to you, you weren’t even talking about seeing you in person. It was what pissed you off the most. You were too considerate, how many people would be able to handle having a relationship like that, when a simple text sent your way made you want to throw fireworks? You knew he was busy, you only wanted to see him for what a half hour, just to eat together? Maybe get a hug? And an encouraging word that you could get through the day? No, what you get for bringing your very busy boyfriend and his bandmates his favorite takeout is to get yelled at in front of the said bandmates to being overly clingy and overbearing.

One part of you wanted to break down sobbing, the other part wanted to bring hell to him and make a biggest scene ever, in reality? You just left, not an ounce of emotion on your face. Maybe it would be better if you did either or those, at least you wouldn’t feel this torn now. So full of emotions feeling like you could burst any scond. No, you knew you were angry and rightfully so, this is why the tears that wouldn’t stop streaming down your face aggravated you even more. He didn’t deserve your tears not after the bullshit he pulled.

Another pang of notification brought you back to reality, God how many massages was he going to send? Who was clingy and overbearing now? If he thought that you would forgive just like that just because he was sorry then he was a damn fool. You knew he didn’t mean it; you knew him long enough to know that whenever he was too stressed he had outbursts like he did earlier and he said stuff he didn’t necessarily mean. It was an objective fact that you didn’t deserve to be called clingy. But it didn’t matter, he humiliated you in front of all these people and that wasn’t something you could easily forgive. Hell, how could you forget such thing? He could have said that he needed space that he was busy, no matter how vulnerable you felt, no matter how much you needed him in that moment you would have understood.

Maybe it was a sign. Your relationship was still considered new, it wouldn’t hurt as much ending things now. Maybe you could even return to being friends again. Another pang of your phone followed by another in less than five seconds, then another.

God, you couldn’t bear it anymore, you needed some air.

Not even considering to take your phone with you you left your apartment. You didn’t exactly know where you were going but it would be better than feeling suffocated in your own house.

***

Probably not the wisest choice because now you were worst kind of drunk in this bar meaning your mind was completely sober but your body seemed disconnected from your mind, everything was spinning and your whole body moved as if in slow motion. God what a beautiful day you couldn’t even drink to forget your own sorrows. Better go home then, or at least head to that direction.

You only managed to pay for the drinks and get outside before you felt so queasy you had to stop and lean on the lamppost. God, you hated that your body wasn’t listening to you.

Also, you were starting to regret not bringing your phone with you. You would have called your friend to pick you up and maybe take you with them or at least order a cab. Also, not really wise to spend most of the money you had in your wallet on drinks. God, you felt like shit.

Oh wow it was already night, and based on how there was barely anyone around it must’ve been quite late too.

You started walking but barely made 10 steps before you had to stop again, it was as if your body had a mind on its own and was refusing to cooperate.

“Baby!” You heard a loud yell and before you even had the time to react you were engulfed biggest hug ever. You almost wrapped your arms around your boyfriend before you remembered you were mad at him. Fortunately for you he almost immediately let go, carefully examining everything, his eyes so full of worry you felt bad for him for a second.

“What are you doing here?” You didn’t even try to hide your displeasure. Minho flinched as if he was physically hit by your words.

“I was searching for you! I was out here wandering in these streets trying to find you for hours! I was about to call the police when I saw you here!” You felt guilty, looking at him. He looked dishelved, hair messy as if he had run his hand through it countless times, he was out of breath as if he had been running, his eyes red and swollen as if he had cried…Was he really running around searching for you?

“Who’s being clingy now? Couldn’t last five minutes without seeing me? Had to search for me all over town? So clingy and overbearing!” You watched as your words hit him like a slap, his face morphed into a pained one. You felt horrible talking to him this way, but part of you was satisfied, wanting him to know just how much words could hurt.

“I’m sorry…” His voice was quite almost inaudible, you knew he meant it but you would be dammed if you forgave him just like that.

“You should be, you were beyond cruel.” Even you were surprised how emotionless you sounded. You would also be fooled if you didn’t know the turmoil that was inside you right at this moment.

He lowered his gaze unable to look you in the eyes. “I know.” Oh great he knows, what a balm to your wound.

“You really hurt me Minho!” There was it, the anger, the hurt, you didn’t have the energy to contain it anymore.

“I know.”

“Oh that fixes everything then! You know! Do you know anything but that sentence? Is that all you have to say?” Silence, you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh bitterly, feeling defeated. “What even are you doing here Minho?”

“You weren’t picking up the phone, your house was empty, neither your friends or your family knew where you were. I had to find you to know that you were safe!” His voice was strained, he looked like he was seconds away from busting in tears.

“I’m safe you can go home now!” You turned around to head home, all these emotions making you feel a bit more sober. You barely made two steps before a hand grabbed your wrist gently halting your movement. His voice desperately calling your name. “Please…”

You couldn’t take this anymore. You turned back to him eyes full of rage burning with unshed tears begging to be let out. “Please what Minho? What do you want me to do? You can’t even tell me normally why you were searching for me. You agree with me that you hurt me yet you’re not even saying you’re sorry, and no I won’t take that halfassed apology or whatever that was. What do you want me to do? It’s like you don’t even know what you want yourself so what do you really expect me to do?”

You watched a tear run down his reddened cheek. It infuriated you how breathtaking he looked right now. Not even the most skilled painter would be able to capture his beauty, not a single camera would be able to capture the full beauty. God, you hated how your heart only sang for him even in this much pain he caused. Here he was watching you in sorrow, in pain, angered by his betrayal while he did nothing just stand there idly looking ethereal, still managing to have you in his chokehold.

“Do you even love me?” No matter how hard you tried to fight it the dam broke. A tear slid down your face, quickly followed by another, then yet another, till it felt like a little stream down your face. You forced yourself to look him in the eyes, the pain and anger burning in them. His eyes also full of pain but you couldn’t read anything more. There were times you thought you could read his emotions… What a fool you were.

Your body started to shake trying to hold violent sobs wanting to break through. No matter how much you were fighting it you were starting to break down as if already knowing the answer. Subtly wrapping your arms around yourself you tried to hold yourself, to prevent breaking down even more. You hated feeling this weak. Hated that you couldn’t control yourself. Hated that you had to break down in front of him like this! To show him your weakness…

It was as if Minho awoke from the trance he was in, in the tenth of the second his arms were gently cradling your face and his lips were connected to yours, giving you probably the most passionate kiss you had ever received.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire. The tears really felt like tiny rivers on your face, no matter how many times Minho tried to gently rub them from your face with his thumbs they just wouldn’t stop coming. The kiss was gentle yet firm, it tasted salty from both your tears (probably mostly yours) but still familiarly sweet. His lips moved against yours in determination, as if to show you his feelings the only way he knew how.

You felt like your body and mind were on overdrive feeling too many emotions at once, not fully knowing how to react. You tried to resist the urge to reciprocate the kiss but you almost immediately folded, almost quite literally because now if not Minho’s hands  migrating from your face to your waist you weren’t sure you would be able to be stand. Yor body felt like it was completely shutting down and you felt like you were at his mercy and based on how tightly he held you against his body and how fiercely he was kissing you he wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon. And he didn’t, he only leaned his head back a little to give you time to catch your breath.

“I’m cruel as you said, and mean and cold and I most definitely don’t deserve such an amazing person as you by my side, I’m not even worthy of your forgiveness! You didn’t deserve to be told you’re clingy or overbearing or some shit like that when you’ve been so supportive, so kind, so patient and loving towards me when we both know I didn’t do shit to earn it.” His broken voice pulled on your heartstrings, no matter how angry you felt it was whole another pain to feel him talk so about himself. Minho lifted your hands and carefully kissed both of them, his hands slightly trembling. He looked you in the eyes, and for a second you were taken aback with the sea, no ocean of emotions in them. “I’m really sorry I hurt your feelings. There’s nothing I can say to justify my actions, but I promise you I never meant any of my words. I’m sorry I’ve been a terrible boyfriend to you but please trust me when I say, I love you with my whole heart, with everything I have and everything I am, please never doubt that.”

You stood like that for a second or two, maybe even a minute, unable to find words to say. You didn’t even now what you were feeling. Everything inside was a mess. Sighing in defeat you held your hand forward, Minho’s confused eyes snapping at them then at you in a second.

“Take me home.”

Minho took your hand without even thinking twice.

***

You knew you said that you felt a bit more sober earlier but that turned out to be a lie because you still felt so queasy getting in your bed felt like climbing the mount Everest and that with Minho’s help, who didn’t once let go of your hand and helped you with every step of your night routine. None of you had said a word since you held in your hand to him. You knew he was nervous based on the slight trembling you felt from time to time as you held his hand but honestly you didn’t know what you were going to say to him.

“I texted everyone that you’re home safe and that you’re going to sleep.” Minho broke the silence, his voice a bit coarse. You looked at him which made him look even more nervous. If not the circumstances you would find his unsureness and even shyness absolutely endearing. “There’s water and painkillers on your bedside table.” A nod from you, you were tired, you felt like you could sleep for a whole day.

You quickly came back to your senses when he let go of your hand. “You should go to sleep now, I will leave you to rest.”

Thankfully you managed to grab his wrist before he could leave. “Where are you going?“ Minho looked taken aback, clearly not expecting you to reach out for him.

“I thought you would want some space.” He sounded defeated.

You groaned as you fell on your bed. “God we really need to work on our communication skills. I promise I will tell you if I ever need space from you, now get in bed. There’s no way I’m letting you out of house on 3 am or whatever time it is, it’s late!”

After a second of silence you opened your eye to check on Minho, to see if he was here and you weren’t talking to yourself like a lunatic. The sight made your breath hitch. He had the softest smile adorning his face as he watched you, his eyes full of love, you had never seen him smiling at you like that.

“Careful or I might think you care for me.” There he was being a little shit you knew and loved, had to ruin a moment. you made sure to groan as loudly and as dramatically as possible.

“Minho I swear to God! Get in bed or I am going to make you sleep on the floor!” You tried to threaten but the smile that broke through your face wasn’t fooling anyone.

Minho didn’t waste a second and almost immediately you were pulled into a hug, your head smushed against his chest which beat wildly as if in joy.

“I could have given you a second to change you know, I think I might have something you can change into…” Minho didn’t let you finish your sentence -“Let me just hold you for a second, please.”

Not wanting to deny him you wrapped your arms around him and held him just as tight. Both of you feeling content being in each other’s arms, finally feeling calm and most importantly safe.

“I love you.” You heard Minho mutter against your skin, he was so still you thought he had fallen asleep. You looked up at him, there was that gaze again, so full of love and tenderness. Not even trying to hide your smile you leaned in and captured his lips in a soft kiss. “I know. I love you too.”

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[ladykailitha]

A Gentle Bloom

I don't know where this came from but I think I lost the plot a little bit at the end there. But enjoy.

~

Eddie walks into Family Video and immediately Steve smiles. He can't help but smile back. He comes up to the counter where Steve is filing returns.

"Hey there, big boy," Eddie teases, "did you know you smile every time I come in?"

Steve blushes and ducks his head, shaking. "I didn't."

"Sure do."

Steve chews on the bottom of his lip. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Nah..." Eddie says brightly. "It's a nice change of pace from what the rest of the town does."

Steve smiles even brighter. "Then I'll make sure to smile even more now when I see."

"You do that," Eddie says deeply serious and fond.

Steve busies himself with work while Eddie walks the aisles making commentary to see how long it takes for Steve to laugh. It never takes long, so tries to see how many times he can make him laugh instead.

Total? About seven before he accidentally makes a rude comment with some old bitch right around the corner and has to stop. Steve admonishes him in the moment but after she's gone, tells him he thought it was funny, too.

~

The warm smiles Eddie gets from Steve are enough to power him through even the worst days. It's like drinking a cup of hot chocolate all at once on a cold winter's day.

It's on a warm June day when everyone is over at Steve's for a party when the edge of the knife they've been balancing on finally tips over. Eddie works late so he arrives most of the way into dinner which was hot dogs and hamburgers grilled up on the back porch next to the pool.

There's this old swinging deck love seat nestled in the woods a little bit a way from the house. It's still on the property and Eddie stops there for a smoke before joining the party.

Wayne spots him. Because of course he does. He comes over and sits next to him on the swing.

"You do know that boy is sweet on you, right?" Wayne says jutting his chin at the man of the hour who is happily chatting with El and Lucas about something.

"Whatever you say, old man," Eddie says shaking his head and then taking another drag of his cigarette. It's not that he doesn't believe him. Not really. He's just too tired to think about it right now.

Wayne chuckles. "I'll show you."

"Show me what?" Eddie asks and then shakes his head again.

Wayne gets up and Eddie can hear the exchange.

"Hey, Steve," Wayne greets.

"Hey, you enjoying yourself?" Steve asks brightly.

"Sure am," he says warmly. "Eddie's here."

Instantly Steve perks up and looks around.

"He's just feeling a bit tired and not ready to join the party yet, if you wanted to say hi." He points the direction of the swing. "He's right there."

Steve looks over at him and smiles. "I know how that goes. Take as much food as you want." He pats Wayne on the arm and heads in toward Eddie.

Eddie can't help but smile at the boy as he comes over to sit down.

"Rough day at work?" Steve asks gently, putting his arm over the back of the swing.

Eddie just shakes his head. "Just long." He looks out at all the people having fun. "So what's the deal with the shindig? It seemed pretty important that everybody be here."

Steve blushes and pulls something out his back pocket and hunches over the piece of paper in his hands.

"What's that then?"

Steve straightens and clears his throat. "Would you help with my speech? I wrote some of it down so didn't forget stuff. Robin says it makes me sound like a dork, but because I am, it works. But I'm still not sure."

Eddie softens. "Sure, Stevie. Wha'cha got?"

"Thank you all for coming to--"

Eddie holds up his hand. "I'm gonna stop you there. This isn't a business meeting or telling people you're dying. Unless you are dying?"

Steve shakes his head and digs out a pen from his front pocket. He scratches out the first line. "I've always been the kind guy to rip off a bandaid instead of little by little, so you're wondering why you weren't told first, the only ones I've told are Robin..." he continues and sticks out his tongue as he writes and talks at the same time, "and Eddie because they help me write it..."

Eddie smiles at him. "I like that. Doesn't hurt anyone's feelings."

Steve looks up at him and gives him the biggest smile yet. Eddie melts a little bit more.

"So the truth is that I'm bisexual," Steve continues looking back down at the page and misses Eddie's stunned reaction. "It doesn't mean I have both male and female parts despite what it sounds like."

Eddie barely manages to stifle his giggle but as Steve grins too, he figures it's a deliberate joke and let's it slide.

"It means I like boys and girls," Steve says after a brief pause and a sigh. "It also doesn't mean that it changes my previous relationships in anyway. I'm not half gay and half straight. And while I recently figured it out, I've been this way for awhile. I didn't know that other people didn't have crushes on both actors and actresses. On pop princesses and rock gods."

"Yeah..." Eddie says drawing out the word, "that should have been a pretty clear indication you liking both, pretty boy."

Steve blushes and clears his throat. "And even though I've never kissed a boy or anything like that, doesn't mean it's only thet--throg--the--"

Eddie looks over his shoulder. "Theoretical," he says sounding it out for him. "It means you don't have the practice so it doesn't count. Or at least it does in this context."

Steve nods. "That's basically the end of it anyway. I just say I'm going to be dating guys and girls now and to not freak out when I do."

Eddie scoots closer to Steve on the swing. "Do you want it to be practical?"

"Huh?" he asks, that slightly vacant expression on his face that he gets when he's really confused.

So Eddie cups his face and kisses his lips gently.

"Oh."

"Would you like to have a boyfriend before going in there and reading your lovely little letter to all your friends?" Eddie breathed, still cupping his cheek.

"Yeah," Steve breathes and they kissing again.

~

Steve's nearing the end of the speech and Eddie is so close to giggling that Robin keeps glaring at him and mouthing the words, "I know what you are, Eddie Munson."

It's not helping keeping the giggles in, if he's honest.

"And I had this big paragraph with a lot of big words about how I never kissed a boy but that it didn't mean I didn't know if I really liked boys or not, but I don't need that anymore."

Max raised her hand. "Before you get all giddy about your boyfriend and steamroll over the bisexuality part, can we talk about that for a minute?"

Steve shoves the paper back in his pocket and says, "Shoot."

"You say it's not 50/50 but what does that mean exactly?" she asks.

"Oh, good question," he says proudly and she blushes. "So for me at least, it's mostly girls with some guys. But it can be anything from that one member of the same sex and then the rest is opposite sex and vice versa. And everything in between."

"How did you know you liked boys?" El asks, tilting her head in that way she does.

"The things I was feeling for girls," Steve explains, "the butterflies around certain boys, the blushing, the wanting to be around them all the time, or in the case of actors wanting to meet them not because I thought they were cool but because I wanted them to sweep me off my feet. Does that help?"

"But both?" Mike asks. "I don't understand. You say it feels the same so how did you not know?"

"Ah."

"Because liking your own gender is scary," Robin says from her perch behind Steve. "And so you might think it's something else. Jealousy, envy, or even just think you want to be them. It's same if you only gay, too."

They all look at her wide-eyed. "Oh, I guess this is my coming out party, too. Hi, I'm gay!"

Steve turns around a gives her a high five.

"If it'll help," Eddie says, "We can do a heads up seven up type deal. Only Steve will see, but if you feel attraction to girls, raise your hand, if you feel attraction to boys raise your hand and he figure what to say easier. Erica you don't have to participate if you don't want to."

She makes a face. "Boys are gross, but in a cootie way."

Steve nods.

"I'd feel more comfortable if it wasn't just Steve," Nancy says, arms folded across her chest.

"Robin or Eddie?" Steve asks, "because everyone knows what they are and won't judge."

They vote and it's Eddie, so Robin goes to sit with the rest of them so she take part too.

"Girls," Steve calls out and gets a head count. Five. And the ones he expected on that one.

"Boys," he calls out next. There are four, just not the four he was expecting. The surprise squirms a little as if they can feel Steve's gaze.

And one exception.

"Huh," he says. "That was certainly interesting. There is one who answered both and another that answered neither."

Dustin wrinkles his nose. "How can you not like either boys or girls?"

Joyce actually raised her hand. "I can answer that, I know I wasn't supposed to peek, but I kinda did," she winces bobbing her head back and forth. "Anyway. There are people who no matter who just aren't able to experience attraction that way. They don't what causes it, but they think it might just be like being gay."

"Can they still fall in love?" Will asks shyly. And Steve knows that Will knows who the exception was.

Joyce's expression softens. "Of course they can."

"Liking your own sex," Steve says, "is fine and good. And if you like both, that's fine too. But you get to chose your coming out when and to who. Just like I did. And if you need advice, you come to any of us privately."

Eddie and Steve share a look. They know the three who over the next couple weeks would be coming to Steve for advice. Will. El. Mike.

"So," Steve says clapping his hands together, "if there aren't any other questions. As of..." he looks at his watch, "twenty-seven minutes ago, Eddie and I are dating."

Eddie takes his hand and kisses it as the entire room explodes. Mostly in congratulations but some dismay. Like Mike.

But in the end they are all happy for them. Mike will come around.

He always does.

[mystiffox]

— the apple's falling from the tree

from Cross: The Star Sans by @overflowofcrows

star!cross makes me incredibly ill with the tragic found family vibes ... (lays on the floor)

also song inspo was Driver's Seat by Madds Buckley

also have some doodles too (slight spoilers on the fic's lore below! to explain some of my thoughts on clothes n stuff)

does Cross have a star necklace in the fic? no, probably not. did i show off about my thoughts on a star necklace to Simple anyway? yes, yes i did. anyway idc where u think the necklace is from (whether its a gift from dream or a remold of his broken heart necklace, who knows atp) now ONTO THE GANG (+ Error and Fresh)

to preface this: im mostly assuming for most of the lore beyond the crumbs given to me. so, i'd imagine that when the fight ended with the gang losing, Dream and Ink immediately jailed them up. they both seem keen on keeping the gang alive, so they probably would've tried to help them with anything to make sure of it- that is, if any of the gang would even accept it in the first place.

i'm making a small guess that if there were any wounds, they used what they had to take care of it, aka ripping out parts of their own clothing to use as makeshift bandages. dream might've gave them some supplies (out of pity.. or something) but whether that was not enough or not used, i won't know

even if it was enough, there's still the factor of inevitable outburst/breakdowns from any of the prisoners. i'd imagine it'd be so hard to calm any of them down because the gang were too used to being close together that using touch became the usual grounding method— so putting a barrier between them makes it infintely harder for everyone.

i think Nightmare doesn't use his jacket anymore. it probably feels like shit/too itchy and ragged to wear and reminds him of a past he wishes he could forget. (he must feel so helpless seeing all his boys suffer after taking care of them for so long... like a lost father trying his best and seeing how much he's failing at the same time.. man.)

Dust is almost always wrapped in a blanket, the hoodie completely zipped up as if he was trying to hide in it, keeping himself as small as possible (knowing his own breakdowns are the biggest And loudest)

Horror is probably yanked back to the memories of when he was back in his home au, quietly starving and losing all the progress he had with the gang.. trying to press himself against the barriers in hopes that maybe he can feel the others on the other side of it.. (one of his outbursts would be why he ripped off the sleeves of his jacket id assume)

Killer too.. unable to get to anyone and just. with his soul going haywire sometimes, having no available output that he's forced to ride it out on his own And in front of everyone.. yeah, you get the gist for those three

Error's a mess of threads- picks at his clothes and sews em back up, just to have a reason to move his hands. he's not too worried i'd say- it's a little reminiscent of the antivoid, and he's experienced insanity already (not to say it doesn't tug at his own soul-strings to see it happen to everyone else)

Fresh might be the "cleanest" out of everyone, with barely any visible tears, but i have a good feeling his body language is different. maybe the cap is now worn correctly. maybe he took off his jacket. he's tense. his guard is up. because a parasite would never want to be locked up in one place, right?

god.

God.

they make me so sick (message is mine btw)

[sulumuns-dootah]

27. 10. Pegging - Satan

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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“This is some kind of bullshit.” the short demon looks up at you, as he's sitting at the foot of his bed, with annoyance in his voice.

“Nu-uh... There's witnesses, both to our bet as well as you losing majorly. Weren't you the one to make it a competition in the first place?” you turn away from him and start opening your newly arrived purchase.

The box is wrapped discreetly and extra carefully, which is nice, but just ripping into the wrapping paper is harder than it should. Tapping into Satan's power you end up ripping it out of frustration after almost breaking two of your nails.

“Just because you've won, doesn't meant I'm gonna make it easy for you.” the demon crosses his arms and turns his head to the side, avoiding looking at you altogether.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think that he's not into the idea of having his prostate bullied by you, but just by looking closer you can tell he's blushing. He may be good at hiding his true feelings, but the rosy tint to his face, only enhanced by his near-white complexion, gives away everything you need to know.

Finally, the strap and its corresponding attachment are out of the box. Just holding your new plastic cock, the wight is nice, heavy about as much as is it were real. There's even a prominent vein running along the underside. You're tempted to try it out on yourself, but not tonight.

When you turn back to Satan, he's still looking away, as if he's trying to ignore you.

His legs are slightly spread. Just enough for you to comfortably straddle him and bring his face back to look at you. There is a slight scowl, but you know it's all part of his act, so you try to soothe him by running your hands under his overall, “What are you so afraid of? I thought you liked pain... Either way, I'm gonna go easy on you...”

“It's not the pain. It's the position that I'm in. I'm a king for fucks sake. What would happen if others would find out the king of Gehenna takes it up his ass like a bitch in heat?”

“Well... You wouldn't be the only one. Pretty sure Beel and Levi don't mind getting some love up there either.” you look up at him innocently, trying to not blink from the intensity of the glow in his red eyes. Those things are sometimes like neons.

“A-are you trying to 'other-demons' me?” a mischievous grin finds its way back onto Satan's face.

“Is it working?”

Suddenly, you're thrown on the bed with the angry demon hovering over your form, “No.”

“Are you sure?” you can't help but taunt further.

“Stop pushing your luck with me.” he mutters into your ear as his head moves lower, to your neck, to bite into it as his hips start rocking into yours. There's a clear bulge forming each second and you know, he's just playing hard to get, so he can still pretend that he's in charge. But that's not for long now.

You let him nibble and suck on your neck only for a few more moments, to help get your own excitement going, but then you're leaping and flipping him over, straddling his hips.

“Ugh... Sneaky bitch.” he groans, but doesn't try to overpower you again.

“Don't forget why we're here in the first place.” you voice sings and you start to take off your top. He's not getting out of this that easy, but you might as well try to distract him for the time being. Once you're finally inside him, he won't be complaining anymore. Hopefully.

Reaching behind you to the other end of the bed, where you'd left the strap and your new dick, you happily show it off with a wide smile, “Look a this beauty. If I was in your position, I'd be dripping already.”

“Hah, don't tempt me or I'll double stuff you with that thing instead.” he's still trying to sound threatening, but the twitch of his cock underneath your hips tells you something different.

Satan probably hasn't realised it yet, but you'd picked out your strap-on to be the same as his.

“Hm~ I'd actually like that... Maybe if you're a good boy for me, I'd even let you triple stuff me.”

The demon underneath you howls at the thought and starts hastily taking off his boiler suit. The sudden switch in his energy makes you smile even wider.

Within seconds, the demon below you is fully naked, his chest already heaving up and down. You'd given him a choice if he wants to get on all his fours for you, or if he wants to be sprawled out underneath you. He chose the former, so now all that you can see of him is the perfectly sculpted ass. His thighs are slightly trembling, but that's surely only from the anticipation.

The clicks of you securing the dildo onto your strap makes him jolt a bit and his head tries to find the best angle to see your actions from his position.

You can't help but to pat his bare skin to reassure him, but it has the opposite effect, “Oi, stop treating me like some horse and get to it already!”

“Are you sure in a position to command me?” there's a dominant edge to you voice and you can't help but to land a few spanks, more harsher than the pats before.

“You just wait, I'll-I'll make you regret later...Haah~!” one last threat from him is interrupted by a loud whine. Your hands started to stroke his fully erect dick and circling his rim at the same time to help start loosening him.

The change in pitch of his moans and groans clues you to finally slip in one of your fingers covered in his precum. It only takes a few pumps in and out of him and he's already begging for another one and another one, until all four of your fingers are snugly exploring his ass.

“Aw, for someone who didn't want this, you're really eager, aren't you?” you coo, twisting your hand as it prepares the demon below you for the main attraction.

“Fu-Fuck! J-just fucking put it in already!” a growls amongst all his moans and whines as his hands nearly rip the sheets.

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Shhh... The prompt for tomorrow is Body worship ^^

[marshbarks]

i stopped in the middle of a game to type this. there's a slime about to attack me. whatever.

au where stan moves away a lot lot lot earlier. they met a little later. he only knew kyle for a couple years; long enough to form a bond neither of them will ever be free of. long enough to both fall in love.

and stan remembers certain things super clearly. kyle's birthday, for example, and the smile that kyle flashed when he showed up at the arcade to celebrate. yeah, all of kyle's other friends were there, sure, he was happy for that! but stan was a little late, so he'd gotten into a little bit of a funk. wanted his best friend at the party. its obvious how the entire mood of the place shifted once kyle caught sight of stan's hat at the entrance, getting his hand stamped to come in. they locked eyes, as they always do, and stan almost ripped his hand out of the attendant's grip with how fast he shot it into the air to wave. they spent most of the party side by side.

(eric and kenny are also in town at this point, but ken also ends up moving away because of family stuff. so for a while, its just eric and kyle still in south park. stan's there from age 9 - 12)

so then 5 years later, at 17, stan has re-met with kenny --- ken walked into the dispensary with one hand in their hair, the other holding a note, trying to read off their dads fucking order- sighing and dragging their hand down their face and mumbling behind their palm, just shoving the note into stan's hands. and stan tried small talk. mentioned how he had a friend as a kid with an orange parka like that- ken's face splits into a grin and they're like "yeah? did you? mhm? tell me all about 'em, marsh." and stan freezes, then he's rolling his eyes and laughing and being like dude cmon you can't just let me make an idiot of myself like that! kenny, holy shit- hold on. let me pack this bag and then i'm taking my break---

and they form crimson dawn. jimmy's out in LA too, trying to work the comedy angle still. hoping that being out somewhere high profile will do the trick. leo moved out of his place and is crashing at kenny's family's house while he works on getting on his feet. being the Only Guys From Their Fuckin TOWN out here, of COURSE they form a lil meetup at stan's place (which his dad is sooo proud of their big house, stan cmon PLEASE bring your friends here [what friends, dad?] to show off my wealth) and the band isn't even a thought at first. stan's always had his passion for music, but it hasn't ever been something he's taken seriously.

until jimmy picks up a notebook and sees some lyrics stan was fucking SUFFERING trying to write- and being someone who is well-versed in the art of rhyming for limerick purposes (one of his favorite forms of comedy)- he offers some help with the words. stan panics at first- no its okay seriously thats not even anything important- but leo looks it over over jimmy's shoulder and compliments him. and then before they know it, leo is softly singing the revisions to himself and kenny is humming a melody along- and it doesn't take long for the idea to plant itself.

and they've been performing now for a decade. honestly, they're still not super big. its all gigs in local clubs and bars. most of their music is passion projects and personal feelings in the songs. they've all got lives to lead, recruited someone into the group who films all their performances to put online. and.

every year, if they perform around may 26th, stan stamps something on the back of his hand. normally its just whatever he had on hand. sometimes it's a drawing from someone else in the band. sometimes its a stencil- it doesn't matter. all that matters is that he sings the same song as a celebration to a birthday he'll never forget. to his best friend, even now, and he throws his arm into the air, facing the crowd. the memory doesn't sit with the others as hard, and stan won't explain it. says it's an important tradition to him!

and this year, kyle stumbles across an uploaded video while he's trying to find new artists to listen to and sitting through a random youtube mix.

[spookystree]

Here is something I wrote while incredibly sleep deprived, up late thinking about these fucks again, Deadpool and wolverine nightmare stuff idk

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I don't know why I did it. I didn't want to hurt anyone, no, I didn't want to hurt him, but with the anger and the terrified thoughts rushing through my head, the feeling of him fighting my arms, begging, crying, “It's me, you're safe” through choked, short breaths. It almost felt good, relieving even.

Until I shook the grogginess and half asleep hallucinations away and realized just who I had been ripping into. I didn't mean to hurt him. It's just, the memories that my nightmares make me relieve are dangerous. They feel like being burnt and shocked and ripped apart from the inside out, as if my bones themselves were cracking under the pressure like a weak glass.

I hear people laughing, joking, enjoying their alcohol, watching the show. A show. That's what this is to them, a fucking performance. In my nightmares I'm able to get up earlier than I remember actually doing, slashing through bodies, feeling the tear of flesh, this is my performance. This will be how I'm remembered. An animal who refuses be caged.

I used to wake up alone and afraid, on the streets, in a bar, in a stranger's bed. This time, I wake up next to Wade, and this is the time I hurt someone, someone I care about, maybe even love. I awake with one hand around his throat and another in his abdomen, clawing his insides apart. All the while he is trying to calm me down, even though I can smell the fear on him. Once I process what is happening I set him down as fast as I can, retracting my claws and cupping his face, sobbing apologies with every breath left in me.

He heals quickly in front of me, soon wiping the tears from his eyes. “You’re safe.” he comforted once again, in a tone that felt unnatural coming out of him. His tone is usually teasing or, honestly? Literally anything besides this. Deadpool doesn't do comfort, certainly not with me. He does teasing, insults, flirting, but comfort? That's a new one. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes, “Logan, there's nobody here but you, me, Mary and Blind Al. You are safe.” he stated again, this time it was sharper, only by a little.

How he was reacting opened the floodgates keeping some of my thoughts at bay. A raging river of guilt and paranoia rushed over me, pulling me under, drowning me. I forget how long it's been since I cried in front of someone, really truly sobbed. Whatever the number, reduce the count to zero again. “Do you want me to leave? Want me out of your life? Out of the picture?” He sees Wolverine as a hero, I am not that, I am not what he wants, I am the worst one.

He looks at me, puzzled. “Why would I want you gone?” he genuinely asks. The smell of fear has drifted off by now, leaving a tinge of the scent on him but not enough for him to be feeling that yet. He always confuses me with how he feels about things, there's the joking, pushing things off, Deadpool and then the quiet, collected, comforting, Wade Wilson. “Do you think I want you gone because of the walls? I mean, you'll clean it up, won't you? Fix the scratches?” he teased. Now he's teasing? I don't understand? Which I think he picked up on because he yanked me closer to him, close enough to hear his heartbeat right against my ear, instead of the faint thumping I usually hear.

It was an overwhelming sound, overwhelming in a good way, blocking out all disturbances and most thoughts that dared to sneak up on me. He's alive, he's safe, we are safe. This is our home.

[tinybeetiny]

Bought by Ateez

Please understand this is satire and a joke. Please don't take this seriously, and don't come in my messages telling me how cringey this is BECAUSE I KNOW…. I was feeling sentimental and was reminiscing about my 2012-2015 years…. If you think this is cringey… that’s the whole point. I literally cringed the entire time writing this, but that’s the fun of it. Anyway!!

Cw: CRINGE, HUMAN TRAFFICKING BECAUSE THATS EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS AND WHY DID WE ROMANTICIZE IT AS 13 YEAR OLDS… I cannot lie though…. I was so obsessed with those kidnapped by one direction fics on Wattpad… maybe that’s why I’m so into yandere…

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(Y/n) woke up to the sound her alarm going off. She sat up in her very small twin bed that was in her shoe closet sized room. She stretches her tiny arms as she yawns. “(Y/N) GET DOWN HERE NOW YOU USELESS EXCUSE OF A DAUGHER” she heard mother call for her. She hopped out of bed to throw her long brown hair into a perfect messy bun, threw on the only pair of pants she had which were her light wash ripped skinny jeans and pulled her cream colored sweater on. When she got down the stairs she saw eight men she’s never seen before. Each man stared at her taken aback by her beauty. ‘How could a mother want to sell a daughter so beautiful?’ They all collectively thought “(y/n) you poor excuse for a child. I’m selling you to Ateez because I need more money for drugs.” Her mother spits as she grabs the poor girls arm and throws her to the gentlemen in front of them “B-but why?” The girl felt tears in her eyes “I just told you. I want more money for drugs and I never wanted you anyways. I was just waiting for the day I could get rid of you” The men felt their blood boiling at the words of her mother was spewing out. “Okay that’s enough. We gave you the money already. We’ll be going now” the shortest the eight says sternly to her mother before grabbing her hand gently “Why don’t we go pack your clothes and stuff” he says more gently “I uh I don’t have anything else” she says looking down ashamed. The men sigh feeling bad for what she’s had to go through “OH! Let’s go shopping!” “Oh! Wooyoung had a good idea for once” “Jongho be nice” she watches the grown men bicker amongst themselves. The one holding her hand speaks up “Let’s go and get you some new clothes jagi” she can’t help blush at the nickname.

(Y/n) didn’t know how to feel. A big part of her was very happy she didn’t have to live with that vile woman anymore but now she’ll have to live with eight strange men each one looking like they just stepped out of a GQ magazine. She noticed the glares she got as she walked around the mall with them and she couldn’t help but feel insecure “Are you okay?” She looked over to see the kindest eyes she’d ever seen “Um this just all feels so w-weird” she stutters out “I totally understand! But things can only get from here, right? I’m Seonghwa but you can call me Hwa” "OH MY GOSH GUYS! We never introduced ourselves. I'm Wooyoung, the sexy one" He says sending her a wink "I'm Mingi" "Jongho" "Yunho" "I'm San" "Hi I'm Yeosang" "And I'm Hongjoong" The short one says with a smile. She looked around already forgetting who was who, except Hongjoong "There's so many of you" "It's okay sweetheart, you'll learn very quickly" The group continued to walk through the mall and (y/n) thought that maybe this won't be so bad

[ddlcbrainrot]

Considering I met you via a Monika ask on tumbilaer dot com it only seems fitting to add some more details in have about her in my head

So because its summer and a fucking miserable

90 degrees ferinhieght [feels like 99] I got reminded that she likes hot weather! Somehow! She probably didnt live anywhere humid because oh my fucking god

Anyhow!

I've stared before my opinions on how her preference for warmer weather could be linked to her desire to feel real, or just have that respite of existence in a way, as feeling cold can commonly be symbolically used to represent someones own personal emotional struggle for lack of feeling or emotion, with the inverse being to feel hot, which can in my opinion be interpreted as her rather being overwhelmed and overstimulated to be compared with being left quiet, nothing

Now my wording here might not be the best at conveying things of course, I do struggle in some manners, but still

The overstimulation or just general bliss overdose thing i talked about is definitely something I do think she partially has issues with, because as long as you're feeling something, you have to be real? Or at least, if you feel something than at least it feels real

But, temperature aside, the reasons I think she prefers summer is also because she yearns for those memories more

Think about it a bit and like

She hasnt experienced any summer break, not really, nor any festivals to think of it

Which is heartbreaking, rip monika you would have loved. A pride parade I think, probably

I dunno I've never gone personally

But besides that

It makes a lot of sense for her to prefer summer if she yearns for summer memories and the sense of life that it gives, because the fact is that she'll know nothing but the club, and by extension school which like get this girl OUTTA there!!! I know she's studious but still she's gotta!! Go to the beach and, I dont know what people do at the beach, she needs to get buried in the sand

Actually no forget my original stuff who would get buried first in the literature club

Sayori probably

I think Yuri would be peculiar about her hair and just in general having fun because she's too concerned with letting herself have fun because she's scared of being immature by engaging with just, having fun

I feel you there girl but you also need to have fun with your friends I know it sucks but you have to

Natsuki digs holes, I know she does, she, MC probably because I'm actually including them surprisingly enough, and than finally natsukibro

I love family headcanons

Anyhow, Monika probably tans with Yuri actually

She needs alot more sunscreen though because I just headcanon Monika as painfully pale and sunburn prone

Like she'll be completely burnt hand having the time of her life I think

Oh and Sean surfs, he definitely does in his freetime

He isnt. Good

But he does

And monika's mom is working a summer job because she has like five jobs and is some freak ass workaholic

Smh

Anyhow uh yeah I forgot what I was talking about halfway but why not, summer beach headcanons

Actually also, satori catches bugs

She does it

Catches bugs 😛😛😛😛🙁

do i think monika is a freak who needs to be locked up for choosing hot weather over cold weather? yes!

do I understand its probably more of her preferring feeling overstimulated over the numbness that comes with freezing your ass off? also yes!

i wonder if the void was cold, so that could be another reason? i mean it's basically space (at least thats what it looks like) and well... space is not exactly a lovely temperature. idk what would be worse though, it being cold or it just not being anything

another point is if she even knows how cold and hot feels? like, how much is it something she has experienced vs something that was programmed into her. Or like, has made up her mind based solely on what she thinks it's like

welcome to the ddlc fandom in 2025, making posts about monika liking hot weather!

[almostfoxglove]

Hiii how about 3 and 15? 🧡

HI HONEY <3 thank u for theseee!

3. what makes you love writing?

oof, a big one! a lot of things, but the first that come to mind are how satisfying it is to finish a sentence or scene or story and feel you've communicated something in the best way you can. and writing has always been a way for me to process/unwind things/explore avenues of hurt/healing that I'll never get to in life. it just brings joy!! and I'm so fascinated w how people's brains work (perhaps a symptom of being neurodivergent & struggling to comprehend how other people think and behave) that exploring/imagining the inner worlds of other people is compelling. it feels like an exercise in empathy. but honestly I don't really think of myself as someone who loves writing - more just that it's somehow made itself a part of my brain. it doesn't ever shut off, for better or worse! even if I'm not actually writing at the time, my brain is writing 24/7 :,)

15. what do drafting and revision look like for you?

drafting is a lot of brain vomit - I overwrite in first drafts and let myself, knowing revision will be hacking it all up and chucking half of it out. in terms of planning, I'm big on discovery writing a first draft (I never outline in full or it absolutely kills my motivation. half the fun for me is figuring it out on the fly) but when I get ideas faster than I can write or have an epiphany, I usually include bullet points below the scene I'm working on for stuff to happen afterward. also reminders of images/lines/moments that have happened in previous chapters that I want to call back to or echo - I have goldfish brain (a terrible memory) so my notes are a lot of 'REMEMBER THIS FREYA DON'T FORGET THIS FREYA' lmaoo here's a heavily redacted look at the current chapter of see you at three I'm working on for context:

in revision (when it comes to fics), I reread a lot to look for flow and pacing. is this happening too fast, has too much been in exposition and not enough in scene, have we been in this person's head too long, when was the last time this character had a body and when can we remember it, what are they touching or looking at, how does the way they feel influence the things they observe and therefore what I describe. I'm not perfect at it (or at catching spelling/grammatical errors) cause I try not to stress about fics too much - with my personal work I'm much more intense about it. but revision for me is actually the fun part? I'm always trying to race through a first draft to get into the nitty gritty open heart surgery that comes in rewrites. perhaps that is the writing degree in me but I love to rip apart something I've written and make it better hahaha

writing asks game!

[supmaww]

the video of my bug becky painting :) unmute for music!

details under the cut 'cause this was a fun piece and I like talking about my work

In case anyone is curious, the song in the background is "A melody better left unknown" from the Blood in The Bayou soundtrack. It's fitting for obvious reasons (RIP Kian ily, you down-bad failed rockstar), but it's also one of my favourite tracks because of how gutted it leaves you!! I'll never forget that feeling of dread when Grizzly started to write the song with Becky. God. My favourite scene of the entire series.

We never truly meet Becky in bitb, but she's my favourite NPC anyways. I could go on and on about her and Kian's relationship (and I have... let me know if you want me to dig up the post) and what could've been. She's the perfect tragic ex-girlfriend for this silly tragic story. She was dead before we ever even meet her.

I struggled a little with the colours of this, mostly trying to get them to show up on my phone. My monitor does not display colours correctly, so it can be tricky trying to make stuff bright and saturated enough while still maintaining the contrast I was looking for. I think I did okay, but ehhh I think it could be improved on. It still looks miles better on desktop. Sorry mobile users.

The flowers, red spider lilies, are an iconic symbol of death. I tried to think of something more unique and less overdone, but fuck it. Straight from google they represent "sad memories, such as last goodbyes or the death of a loved one", plus they're also linked to reincarnation?? Hello??? The fact that they're native to Louisiana and grow in bayous make them all the more perfect. They're Becky's flower, hands down. Plus they're spider lilies. Like the bug (or arachnid). Haha.

It's kinda tricky to see, but the front pieces of her hair floating in the water form little bug mandibles. Probably my favourite part of the piece. I got the idea midway through the sketch and I knew I had to follow through.

Speaking of her hair... it's brown. This is due to the fact I was referencing the very talented @/alkalineleak's becky design and got carried away with my beloved warm colours before remembering that one of the only actual canon descriptors of Becky is that she had black hair. Whoops. I adjusted it a little but alas... It's brown. In a desperate attempt to make her look less like Rachel, I gave her an eyebrow piercing. But it's covered mostly by her bangs. Oh well.

This is probably my first digital painting I've posted since I drew Chip as a werewolf for halloween last year (if I remember correctly). I've improved a ton since then, but I'm still learning. I find with paintings the lack of lines gives you wayyy more freedom but also makes conveying forms much more tricky. Though I like how it turned out!!

My art program crashed a total of four times, two of which seriously set back progress. Consequences of recording a timelapse on a computer that can barely run Clip Studio Paint in the first place. Still not as bad as my goobleck animation... don't talk to me about that

This was all a huge bout of chronic procrastination. I have actual art projects due, figuring that I'm in art school. I'm so screwed. Like a week ago I swore off fanart and yet here I am... didn't last too long did I?

I am no better than Kian and would also die and join the hive for Becky (bug wife! bug wife! bug wife!). I hope they're together in hell.

Okay damn I still have more to say but that's a whole essay and a half, so I'm going to stop myself there. It's also 4am and I gotta head to uni in 3 hours. God. Uhm... Happy halloween go relisten to bitb it's spooky season!! (edit as I am posting this the day after: wow, that was a bad idea)

[tomfoolies]

tomja timeline: the redux

i'm back in the fucking building again (recapping the entirety of the show to account for the new and more canon compliant tomja lore). making it more condensed this time around though, only mentioning important things!! i promise!! you don't need to know the word count!! (a bit over 1600 words... half of the previous timeline!) it's also shorter since a lot more of the show stays the same plotwise, i'm just there in the background doing my thing... anyway. enjoy yet again!!

SEASON 1

> we're not THAT close in the beginning of the show, actually. we're coworkers but not besties like i originally envisioned (doesn't stop me from having like. a distant crush on him). the proposal in ep2 happens... how enthusiastic he is about it, that's a different story. and once he gets back to work i congratulate him, not feeling negatively about it at all whatsoever (= just a little bit annoyed).

> i'm still the one he gets roped into the cruise coverups with, that tomja bonding experience is very much required and i think that's when we start talking to each other more, texting outside office hours and get a bit closer. especially during the night out in ep6, we really get to know each other and joke about being on a first date. and to amp up the stakes let's just include an almost kiss 😁 paired with his extremely powerful yearning and realizations that he's perhaps got a cruuuuush.

> the bachelor party makes a comeback as well, which changes our meeting. he tells me about his deal to hook up with someone, i get slightly jealous because THAT SHOULD BE ME but then we just keep talking and flirting a bit, then go to bother greg for a while. he doesn't wander off to find anyone even though he said he would. and. well. it was never specified who he could fool around with... the tension might get too much we might have to break it. just to see what it'd be like. (very very good) (RIP clandestine meetings you're no longer canon but i still love you like you are 😔) (and WELL. it's not cheating if you keep the stuff in your own body). i leave earlier than him with perhaps a bit too sappy sneaky kiss on the cheek and someone (greg when he's still suffering from his coke comedown) may also see it...

> this event does lead to him feeling kind of DREADFUL once the wedding happens because he's gotten a taste of me now and he doesn't think it'll be enough. but he also can't call off the wedding. BUT LUCKY FOR HIM greg lets him know what shiv's been up to, so he's primed for it and when she brings up the idea to keep their marriage open, while also angry and betrayed, he accepts it a lot more willingly because he's already planning to take great advantage of it. partly to get back at her, partly because it's like his secret silent prayers were heard and he doesn't have to move on from me. and of course he comes to tell me about it on that very same night. AND we yet again discover kendall coming back from his little drive as we're hiding from everyone else.

SEASON 2

> we still watch kendall's press release at work (it happens after the honeymoon ok i still want us to conspire over it. never said i'd make it 100% canon compliant lol) and then keep our distance for a while, text a lot but always kinda dance around what happened. until after the events of the summer palace (which is funny that it's in hamptons bc my s/i is from long island....) i dare to bite the bullet and ask if he wants to come over.

> and he does, we finally get close again and he tells me he's wanted to do this for a good while now and it's very easy for me to forget everything else when he seems so sincere and earnest. and i choose to just go along with it because i've wanted him for a while now as well and this is more than i dared to imagine and i couldn't deny him. i'd never forgive myself if i let that opportunity to go to waste.

> we keep it VERY lowkey and don't tell anyone (except my work bestie isabel <3) about us, shiv would sometimes know he's going to see someone else but he doesn't tell her it's just me each time (and some meetings we manage to keep secret). BUT since greg saw me in s1ep8 he yet again gets to escape to work in another department thanks to blackmailing tom and i a little bit. we don’t want others to find out what we’ve been up to…

> he comes to me after the hungary trip (you can pry that moment off my cold dead hands) and seeks out that physical (and some emotional) reassurance and comfort from me a lot. especially once the cruise article drops and i get pulled into the inner circle since he has to tell others about my role in the coverups. but what he does not reveal is that we're also involved; everyone just thinks i'm some poor bastard he managed to convince, bribe or threaten to help him out.

> no love confessions before the hearing :( we need to pretend we haven't explored each other's bodies an uncountable number of times at that point LMAO but i'm still very much getting under the fire of the senator. i also defend tom from everyone at the yacht, and we have a tender little rendevouz moment on the deck when everyone else's asleep <3 and i've still talked to kendall and he still uses those papers i saved.

SEASON 3

> yet again bonding over the seemingly inevitable imprisonment horrors <3 we may be terrified and annoying but at least we're terrified and annoying together. i get to witness him in ep3 drunk and sad and self sacrificing, and he does decide to go for his move despite me trying to convince him otherwise.

> very little changes during this season actually, we meet up whenever we can between the major events. there's just a lot going on emotionally, i think, like he keeps comparing these two very different relationships and it starts to make him a bit guilty because he's realizing he much prefers my company. but he can't let go, he's worked too hard to get where he's right now. and like i previously said we do say i love you at some point in our desperation. it's said quite regretfully and begrudgingly because it's when he understands that he really truly does love me, kinda wishes he didn't so he wouldn't struggle like this, and it just makes him miserable.

> that talk in ep6 with tom and kendall happens. ken still brings me up in the conversation despite not knowing my true relationship with tom (telling him i was the one to help him out and got him the papers to kind of surprise him a little bit), and tom gets suspicious and wonders if we've been caught but because nothing happens from it he thinks we're in the clear. and we do celebrate (somewhat) secretly in ep7 after finally being set free from our crimes. i also follow the roys to caroline's wedding. we must engage in our second favourite hobby which is making fun of greg (while pretending we're just two coworkers and no longer suspected criminals) <3

SEASON 4

> after the betrayal of s3 finale failmarriage is no more 💔 they actually divorce when they intend to and i think by that point shiv would know tom's been seeing me throughout their entire marriage (which would make the ep1 argument much more interesting. sorry shiv he does not care for hot models he likes... whatever i've got going on LOL). but instead of coming to me in the meantime tom and i have actually been a bit distant both emotionally and physically, haven't seen each other as much as we've used to (because i was kinda hoping he would give up on the family in the s3 finale, but his betrayal showed me he still cares the most about logan's approval which made me go WELL. I GUESS HE DOESN'T LOVE ME!!! WHATEVER I DON'T CARE. but i very much do. and he does love me, he's just still hanging onto what he can get.)

> and the whole mess gets revealed before connor's wedding, so the vibe in the plane just as logan goes down is COLD. but it's actually good, it's another little thing for him to feel guilty about even though he also feels free. the man he tried his hardest to win over is dead and he too would be dead just like that if he keeps going down that path. his marriage is over, nobody wants him in the company anymore... everything points him towards me. the battle he's been fighting for so long has been kind of decided for him, or at least he's been given the option to choose. and he's finally choosing ME!!

> so the next evening i find him at my front door, telling me he's done with shiv, with waystar, with everything else. telling me he loves and wants only me and he regrets not doing this sooner. i take him in, of course i will, because i love and want only him. we finally let down all our defences in a way we haven't before and get to admit it to each other without pretenses. getting to experience some good old catharsis. #ourcatharsis

> for the rest of the season... we're a bit fragile, in disbelief that this is real and actually happening, soft but quite happy most of the time <3 except that when he thinks about it too hard he gets a full on crisis, not sure what to do next... he crashes at my place with mondale until he finds a new place (he never does), and once the election happens and shit goes down and he gets to witness the funeral it makes him really relieved and does affirm his decision.

> he still gets offered the CEO spot though, but he once again says no. he knows that he's meant to be with me instead, thanks for these past 4 seasons of me showing him that he will be better off away from waystar. even though he will occasionally wonder and question if he did the right thing... but that's to be expected. he knows i'll help him through those moments just like he helps me when i'm struggling. we've got each other for good now, and our happy ending commences like in our old lore <3

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Not sure if you can help but...

I used to write fanfic a lot (not just Johnlock, but other fandoms too) and I got a particularly nasty comment on a fic months back (almost a year ago now I think) that made me delete my entire AO3 and never write anything ever again.

But I miss it so much. And every time I go to write something, the magic is just gone and I get nowhere. It's like any joy I had in writing was just sucked out by one single comment. How do I fix this?

Hey Nonny *SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE*

I'm so sorry that the "magic" feels gone, and I am so sorry that you had such a terrible experience because of one entitled asshole.

Unfortunately, I am not a professional in this regard, so please take what I say as just a grain of salt and as someone who adores and supports all creatives in this fandom... I've gotten lots of nasty comments over the years, and honestly... I take more joy that I continue on doing what I'm doing and that they're SO bloody bothered by me that I just ignored them... because really that's all you can do online. And sites like AO3 now give you the option to have your fics only be commented on by registered users only, so if you get that hate comment, just report it, block the user, and laugh at them.

I know that it's easier said than done, but to me it seems like you want to do start writing again. I've found that I just stopped caring about who my content is for, because at the end of the day, I'm doing my content for me, and it has the side effect of other people enjoying it too. I've lived long enough to just... not give a shit anymore about asshats online, because honestly they're just sad, bored people who get a sick thrill from riling people up.

BUT AGAIN, Nonny, this might be deeper than "just writing and forgetting about it" because that one comment WAS traumatic for YOU and that's VALID. I think talking to other authors might be beneficial to you to help you overcome that hurdle. FOR ME, I've found just... doing my projects with me as the primary audience does wonders. I love going back to my SUPER old stories and rereading them, because I take a lot of joy in remembering that these worlds were created by me FOR me. And looking at my old art and seeing how much I've improved often is motivation enough for me to carry on.

Actually, thinking back to my college days (OOOOOOF I'm old), we specifically had classes where the profs would rip apart our projects during critique sessions, on purpose, because in the real world, unfortunately, it is stuff you have to deal with in real life and they didn't want us to have our first experience be on-the-job. So I MIGHT be a bit more indifferent to "critiques" than most people, I'm now realizing, so AGAIN, please take what I say with a grain of salt.

That all said, you know what, Lovely? You have a lot more fans than you know, I'm sure, and they'd be thrilled to have you back <3 I REALLY REALLY wish I was better at articulating just how much I really want to see you happy, and how much of the best I hope for you. I know that my words aren't going to make everything better, but I hope they helped a bit.

If there's anyone who struggled to get over that hurdle themselves, please don't hesitate to reply or send me an anonymous message and I'll paste it here so Nonny knows that they're not alone.

And if you do, Nonny, decide to return and post up your stories, I am ALWAYS here to promote them and boost them for you <3

Please take care Nonny, and I hope you continue to write again <3 But KNOW that if you inevitably DON'T, THAT IS OKAY TOO. <3

[elizabeth-mitchells]

I don't want to watch this season of yellowjackets but can you pls tell me everything that helps with Shauna and Melissa so I can have The Intel? Especially interested in know what it was that Shauna made her eat

OOHH that's such a fun questionnn!! i'd be very happy to share The Intel 🫡

IN SUMMARY: teen melissa had a crush on shauna, they made out, shauna was like okay fine, melissa quickly found out shauna is even worse than she thought, it ends on a public break up with a gun involved. and in the adult timeline, shauna thinks melissa is trying to kill her, melissa makes some weird choices, they have a fight and shauna bites off a piece of melissa's arm and makes her eat it <3

but because i love talking, i will also share a more detailed way-too-long version!

if you don't want to watch it i'm assuming you don't know anything or much about it so i'll just talk about the whole thing from zero. but let it be Known. i'm not the most reliable narrator (i might forget stuff and i don't love what happened so)

so basically! out of nowhere, melissa suddenly became an important character in the show this season. it starts with her like Noticing Shauna. staring at her, smiling, you could say it was obvious she had a crush on her, she tried to flirt and take her side talking shit about mari. THEN she basically approaches shauna one day alone in the woods, shauna freaks out shauna style and pins her to a tree with a knife to her throat, basically shauna was at a secret grave for her baby and no one was supposed to know so she felt protective and melissa was like i wont tell anyone btw i'm sorry you went through so much! they end up making out <3

it keeps going, melissa follows her around like a lovesick puppy, shauna is like okay sure as long as you dont turn out to be boring. she generally supports shauna, takes her side on everything, encourages her to be worse and seems to find it hot when shauna is a little crazy and intimidating. melissa gives her a little handmade gift, shauna is like why do you even like me? and melissa is like jackie and jeff treated you like shit but now you aren't afraid of the bad parts of yourself and i like that. later, for Reasons, shauna gives her knife and tells her to hurt coach scott and not be afraid of the scary parts of herself either, melissa does that <3 they hold their blood-covered hands and everyone watches them go back to shauna's shelter(?), i'd say it's heavily implied they have sex then <3

omg taissa and van have a conversation wondering if shauna makes melissa wear jackie's clothes when they're together (heavily confirms jackieshauna too i think!!)

things start going downhill there. because there are New People in the wilderness, and this means melissa gets shot in the chest with an arrow! and shauna leaves her to go chase those people. melissa is very pissed off shauna left her like that. but shauna did tell mari to go help her and "if she dies, you die" which was hot. when they argue about this, shauna is like 🙄🙄 but she wins melissa again by being like well i'm still thinking about killing that guy just for shooting you

HOWEVER when it seems like they might get rescued, shauna has some complicated feelings about it. she's in a REALLY bad mood, she snaps at melissa and when melissa has a friendly conversation with one of the new people shauna snaps even worse. taking out her Complicated Feelings on melissa. she calls her stupid, says no one gave a shit about her until she did, says she's nothing. eveyone watches. melissa calls her fucking crazy. and shauna aims the gun at her!!! and shots!!! close enough to rip her jacket!!!! poor girl melissa pisses her pants and shauna walks away proudly. everyone is horrified.

AND THAT WAS JUST THE TEEN TIMELINE

because, against all odds, turns out melissa is the 8th survivor!! this season, adult shauna has been experiencing weird and concerning things like uh someone turning off the lights at a public bathroom and leaving an ominous phone behind? the breaks of her car not working! and being locked in a fridge <3 she suspects someone's trying to kill her (spoiler: most of those were an accident or misty's doing) BUT she also received a mysterious tape in her doorstep. in it, there's a recording about the terrible things they did in the wilderness. long story short. she uses that to track down a house where she finds MELISSA! alive and well! after faking her death idk how many years ago! because the group excluded her after the rescue i think? and she was scared of shauna lol

adult shauna and melissa argue, shauna accuses her of trying to kill her, melissa is like no that wasn't me! i have a wife and kids! (literally!) they called each other out for a lot of stuff. but of course it turns into a physical fight. shauna i think dislocated melissa's shoulder and when she has her pinned to the ground, she bites her upper arm, rips out a piece of it, and tells melissa to eat it... which melissa absolutely does <3

after that well melissa escapes, tai van and misty find her, more arguing, more of a mess, someone dies, it's not shauna or melissa, melissa escaped again, we'll see how this ends!

[infin1ty-garden]

can you do a jill roberts x gn! reader? Reader and jill were childhood bestfriends but then reader moved.And now reader is back and she and jill reunite during the killings and jill is revealed and she prolly gives reader an option to join her or die? You could choose the ending.

UNTIL THE END

.ೃ࿐ summary: [ in request ] .ೃ࿐ pairing: jill roberts x gn! reader .ೃ࿐ warnings: weapons, injuries being inflicted, murder, stabbings & threats .ೃ࿐ word count: 747 .ೃ࿐ author note: sorry this request took a bit longer. some personal stuff came up. i'm working on other request but it's taking longer than expected.

masterlist. & part 2

Woodsboro barely changed since you'd last been there, at least that's what everyone tells you. To be honest you don't remember it well. Something or someone you will never forget is Jill Roberts. You used to be bestfriends. Living next door to each other. Inseparable, where one goes the other will follow.

When you moved the two of you tried to stay in touch but one thing led to another and you haven't spoken in a long time. You hoped she remembered you at the very least. Your parents picked a horrible time to move back as the ghostface murder's have started again. But there was nothing you could do about it.

You did reunite with Jill and she did in fact remember you as did her aunt. It felt as if almost nothing had changed. Jill fills you in on what you'd missed as well as introducing you to Kirby and Oliva. They seemed nice enough. Everyone was on edge since the murders started and Jill was glued to your side.

She was the one to invite you to the after party at Kirby's house. Once you arrived it seemed as if there was no one in the house. Suddenly Jill came running down stairs. "Where's everyone?"

"I don't know Sindy is on the roof chasing away the killer," Jill said, clearly panicking and assuring you somewhere safer. "The killer's here?" She didn't answer you, instead leading you to a hiding place. "I'm gonna call the cops. You stay here," the next few minutes you heard a lot of commotion but decided to stay put.

The door was ripped open by Charlie. He grabs you. Pointing the knife at your neck. "What are they doing here?" Jill was now dressed in a ghostface costume. "Are you trying to double cross me?"

"I would never do that, baby." In a blink of an eye she held the gun up. Shooting Charlie in the head. He dropped to the floor. You froze. Jill just killed somebody. She slowly moved closer to you. Cupping your cheeks and moving your head away from Charlie's body.

You only now noticed Sidney and Travis were also in the room. Sidney being the only one alive. "Look at me! You don't have to be afraid," she pulled you closer. "It's just you and me until the end. What do you say?" Sidney begged her not to do this. Not to harm anymore people.

"Until the end," you replied. Jill kissed you with ferocity, you had never experienced as if wanting to convey years of longing in one kiss. Everything after that was a blur. You ended up in the hospital. Sidney was pronounced dead. Leaving the only survivors being you, Jill and Gale.

Jill basked in the fame that came with being one of the survivors. You refused any attempt to get you in front of a camera. Every single thought in Jill's head was consumed by her new found fame or at least that's how you felt. She constantly cancelled on dates or didn't bother showing up.

You felt even more isolated. Your peers avoided you like the plague. Afraid that being in your presence would lead to them being the next victim. Even if the killers were caught. Your parents didn't know how to act around you. Resulting in them pretending as if nothing happened.

You decided to break up with Jill as she has barely shown a smidge of care since the relationship started. You thought a text was the best option since that's the only way the two of you interact. She didn't reply to your text. You went on with your day feeling a lot better. You thought Jill wouldn't care.

You thought wrong as she was holding a knife against your neck. "What did I do?"

"Why would you leave me?"

"Over text! What kind of person does that?"

"Why would YOU do that?" Tears were falling down her face. "You promised! You promised until the end," her voice got quieter by the end. Her grip on the knife loosened. You slowly took it from her. Putting it out of her reach. "You are the one who gave up on us. Not me."

"Please don't leave me. I'll change," her hands gripped your shirt. "I've heard that enough time to know that's not gonna happen."  The knife was in her hand again. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! You can't leave me. I won't let you." She stabbed you.

Thanks for reading and requesting!

[twistedwonderlandfantasies]

(Repost)

Leona Kingscholar as Your Sugar Daddy 🦁🧡☀️💛💰

Fem!reader

Out of all the boys Leona is like the most careless one when it comes to money i mean Ruggie can testify, dude just flippantly throws his wallet around anywhere and DOES NOT care (can't relate me and the poor people gang r crying aka me and Ruggie) so i can just imagine with his attitude and rich background he would love to see u in that sexy rich shit. ok remember to drink water bye 😘 ✌️

Song- Qveen Herby Sugar Daddy

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- expect random boxes of gifts at your door that Ruggie delivers (this poor guy never catches a break). Beautifully packaged with luxurious ribbons and designer gift bags. When you open it up expect to find fine jewelry (gold, diamonds, pearls, whatever) or a silk dress. Heels? Bags? You name it. The price? Don’t even ask. He wants to see you dolled up at 8, so be ready.

-Besides the gifts, if you two are out somewhere and something catches your eye, it will show up in your room later. Broke your headphones and saw a pair you liked? Boom, yours. Saw you looking at your favorite snack that was on sale, buys you like 10 bags of it.

- If you’re into teddy bears and roses, will also occasionally send those. He will take note of your favorite flowers and soft plushies and specifically send you that. Don’t forget the chocolates! He loves when you run up to him later and talk about how beautiful your bouquet is.

-just spoils you absolutely rotten at this point.

- Dinner with Leona will make you dizzy. If he wants to impress, dude will pay for the best wine at a restaurant without even looking twice at the price. And the restaurant itself has a months long waitlist to even get in, so it's PRESTIGIOUS. French wine? Italian wine? Oh you like the stuff from Spain, sure thing. And yes, the food is served by a personal chef, full course meal of foods you’ve never even seen before. He would ofc have the audacity to say if something tastes awful, meanwhile you’re trying to figure out how to even eat the plate of food in front of you that looks like a piece of ART.

- Leona enjoys the speed. He doesn’t have a nice car— he has nice cars. Newest models of whatever brand you can think of: Mercedes, Lambo’s, even a Ferrari. Loves seeing you try and drive a car that costs more than both your kidneys as your hands shake even holding the keys. “Leona…. I think my fingerprints might damage the wheel…” “don’t be ridiculous. Come on, let me see what you can do.”

- Vacations are the BEST. I’m talking Bahamas, tropics, Fiji, cruise ships and private plane rides to some island that their family literally OWNS. Need a vacation outfit? Shopping spree~ Leona will 100% be seeing everything you wear, including Bikinis or swimwear. Will also buy you the things he likes and convince you to wear them. If you especially love traveling he will frequently plan get-aways for just the two of you.

- If you like getting your hair or nails done, he will always pay for it. He loves seeing you take care of yourself. This includes massages, facials, whatever the hell you want. You always being in top condition makes him feel confident, especially the looks you might get from others where he can then grab you by the waist and let them know this fine piece of work is his.

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NSFW

- He enjoys a personal show. I'm talking about throwing bills at you for a lap dance, pole dance, he’d even pay you to play with yourself while he watches. The conditions? He has to control you. If he says do something again, you do it. You finish when he tells you. He picks the lingerie, he gets to rip it off. Leona is ruthless and dominating; his gaze alone is enough to intimidate you into following his every order without question out of fear of what might happen if you disobey. If you are, however, in a bold enough mood to talk back expect no gifts that month, and a painful disciplinary session. “Sit on me like that again… mmm yes good girl. Why aren’t you shaking your ass yet? Want to get spanked again? Tsk.”

- You lost count of how many times you’ve had to give the sucky suck (IM SORRY). I think it might be Leona’s favorite activity, watching you devour his massive cock as he pulls on your hair to force you to take more until you're gagging and tears are forming at your eyes. The way your lips kiss his length, your fingers playing with him; having you literally kneel before this man in submission awakens a primal instinct that drives him feral. Payday’s usually follow in a sore jaw and cum stained face.

- He more rarely gives gifts in person, usually in exchange for something *ahem.* If it’s a particularly valuable or expensive item he wants to see your reaction and saves it for when you two are alone in company. So the things you receive directly from him usually end with a hot and steamy thank you. “Put it on, I want to see it on you while I fuck that pretty body of yours.”