#not my comments just the easiest way to grab this list

[btsbs]

I can’t believe Hybe trolling the internet for fan fic is a real thing that happened

[mochinomnoms]

If requests are open...👉👈

I was thinking of a scenario, you know how Yuu was isekai'd pretty late into the educational track (US High School/UK College kinda late), that's a lot of years of basic education that their missing. I can imagine them getting tutoring from say, Riddle, Azul or even Jamil (though if you can think of anyone else in this scenario, go nuts) and he just...kinda makes a comment about like, "How can you not know about The Chess Wars, Yuu? This is Primary School level stuff"! Or something and Yuu just...loses it on him. Kinda in a "Do you have ANY idea how smart I am to be keeping my head above water when Grims dragging it down, I've got YEARS of schooling to catch up on AND my job working for Crowly!? Let me ask you about any part of MY worlds history and see how smart you are"

Or something. This has been an idea in my head for a while and words are hard today...💦

(I write NRC a college/university level so that's how this will be written as)

“This is basic history! Really Prefect,” Ace never failed to make fun of you, and lately he'd been focusing in on your abysmal grades. “Even Juice knows about the Chess Wars! And he's skipped like, all of middle school!”

Deuce glared at Ace kicked him out from under the table, though Riddle actually seemed to agree with him.

“I do have to admit, Ace is correct. Prefect, even students like Ruggie and Epel know the basics, this is inexcusable of a student of Night Raven College!”

Riddle had his arms cross, tapping a finger on his arm impatiently as you looked off to the side with a blank expression. Grim was, to no one's surprise, asleep in their lap.

Of course, Grim's 'responsibility' were the magic based classes. The Prefect had, literally, everything else.

“…Well? What do you even have to say for yourself?” Riddle narrowed his eyes at them, huffing.

“.....Back home I was smart, you know.” It was a soft mumble, barely audible, which made Riddle angrier.

“Speak up! You're not a child, you can enunciate—”

“—I was smart, Riddle! I was really fucking smart!” A sudden bang of your fists on the table startled the other three and awoke Grim.

“W-w-wha—wha' happ—”

“I had my school paid for with academic scholarships! I was awarded on the Dean's List for being one of the best students at my old university! I bet if you came to my world, you'd have just as much trouble, maybe even more!”

You jabbed a finger at Riddle, growing louder and louder in your self-righteousness.

“You don't know about the world wars! You don't know about our ancient history and gods! You're great at alchemy, but I bet you'd be getting yelled at by my version of Crewel for not being able to recognize the periodic table! I mean, can you even understand my position? Or do you guys just like having someone to look down on to make yourselves feel better!”

At this point, your voice was echoing in the library, the steps of the librarian growing louder as he approached you.

“You know what? I don't want your help, I don't think I want to even be around you guys! Not if you're going to belittle me for being forcibly plucked from the only world I've ever known into your shitty own! Deuce, I meet me at my dorm if you get tired from being around two condescending asses!”

Before the librarian could kick you out, you'd grabbed your things and marched out, ignoring his chastising as you marched out of the building.

Riddle was, of course, incredibly red. Though, his lips were pursed in a way that made it unclear if it was from his usual rage, or from guilty embarrassment. Ace looked baffled, clicking his tongue and pouting.

“Geez, it was just a joke…you know it was, right Deuce?”

“I mean, I kinda get what they're saying…”

Few wanted to admit that they did get a bit of satisfaction in being 'smarter' than someone else, and that you were the easiest target for that. Plus, no one wanted to admit that they forgot that you came from another world. It was a reminder that you'd have to go back eventually.

Gossip from that conversation spread like wildfire among the student body. Riddle was, of course, embarrassed and giving a gentle talking to by Trey after hearing about it from Cater. Though, he wasn't nearly as gentle to Ace, who didn't have the grades to back up his talk. Deuce did his best to support you in his own way, which was mostly sharing the notes and feedback he'd gotten from Riddle, at least until you were back on speaking terms with him.

Some of the other students started approaching you after a little while. Offering you a spot in their own study group, letting you ask the 'stupid' questions without those extra snide comments, though some of them have to remind themselves to shut their mouths. It takes awhile for you to talk to Ace and Riddle again, but once you do and resume your study sessions, Riddle is softer and Ace just a bit kinder.

[obeyme-and-myfics]

Hi!can I ask a general hc about the bros w/ a really short MC?thx(Idk if your requests are still open if not ignore this)!

Of course! I'm on the shorter side of 5'5 and I get bullied(/pos /Playful) all the time for being on the shorter side I feel bad for people who are undeniably short lmfao Thank you for the request I hope you enjoy this <3

most of this isn't necessarily romantic but I simp for them so I am gonna add a few of them

Part 1(Here)| Part 2

Prompt: Y/N is short

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

🖤🤍Headcanon list🤍🖤

CW: Teasing, slight NSFW stuff in Mammon's(It's really just a dick joke)

Lucifer

Nicer than most of his other brothers about your height

Makes sly comments about your height

"I'm unsure a human of their... stature, would be able to accomplish such a task," or something like that

He doesn't make these comments often though

Leans down to your level

That's mostly so he doesn't hurt his neck looking down at you and so you don't break your neck looking up at him

Will physically pick you up and move you if you refuse to leave a restricted area(Like the stairs to the attic)

Purposely asks you to get things off higher shelves that are just barely within reach to watch you struggle

He wouldn't readily admit that, that's what he's doing tho

On a more wholesome note he happily gets things off the top shelf for you

He's extra protective over you since he worries other demons may take advantage of how small you are

He doesn't doubt your capabilities its just that these are DEMONS they're a lot stronger than humans despite your or their height

The height thing 100% makes him more concerned however

He does make jokes about carrying you around in his pocket

He's a very private person but when you two are alone he very much enjoys holding you in his arms.

He thinks its cute and funny that your feet don't touch the ground when he hugs you

Mammon

This was the first thing he pointed out about you

“Woah you couldn’t have picked one that wasn’t so tiny”

It was all fun and games(Short jokes) until you had his ass in a pact by the end of day 1

He definitely respected you 100% more after that

He's never gonna admit it tho so he still says dumb shit

Stuff like "How am I supposed to take ya seriously when you're that close to the ground?"

and "Ya know maybe you ended up here BECAUSE you're short. Short people are closer to hell ya know."

Whoop his ass

He'd also joke that you're dick sucking height(even if you're not) if your relationship progresses to something more serious

Uses you as an arm rest

Holds stuff above you and just out of your reach

Puts your belongings on the top shelf when he gets mad at you

Crouches/leans down to your level in a demeaning kind of way

Most importantly he loves to kiss your forehead since its the easiest part of your face to smooch

If you ask him to lift you up to see something better he'd do it no hesitations or questions asked

He is however going to try to play it off like he was just trying to shut you up and not actually being a sweet and loving partner

"It's not like I actually cared if you could see the damn show or anything... Don't look at me like that! I just wanted ya to shut up is all..."

Leviathan

He is staring so hard lmfao

Not in judgmental way but more of a "could I convince you to cosplay with me" type of way

He's making you cosplay every short ass character he can think of

He's definitely more careful with you than he would be if you were taller

If you bitch at him to stop he will tho

Doesn't really care that you're short he just wants to be a nerd(/Affectionate) with you

Will still make short jokes at your expense to a slightly lesser extent than Mammon

Likes it when you sit in his lap while he's playing games so he can rest his chin on the top of your head

Encourages you to climb shit cuz he's not willing to grab stuff that's too high for you to grab

I'm getting my chancla and yeeting it at him for you

He's a little too preoccupied with his games/shows to help

If he's really excited to tell you about something and you're doing something he just grabs you and carries you off

He's not gonna potato sack you tho, no, he's holding you in some weird ass position.

Asmo 100% got a picture of it at least once and sent it to the group chat

He also enjoys holding you close while watching shows

He's red in the face the whole time tho ngl

Satan

Another one of the nicer brothers about you being short

He's happy to help with most things your height prevents you from doing with ease

He doesn't make shorts jokes to your face but he's definitely thinking that shit

Scolds/threatens Mammon when he makes excessive short jokes

Doesn't bend/crouch down to your level

He respects you as a person enough not to demean you like that

He might make comments on your height but he's not trying to be an asshole

If you tell him he's being rude he'd apologize and try to rephrase his statement

"Oh. Sorry I meant..."

He'd be more curious on why Diavolo and Lucifer brought such a small human to devildom

He wouldn't dwell on it for long though

He's more concerned about whether or not you'd be interested in indulging his latest book obsession

Definitely enjoys teasing you by making you look up at him

He likes sitting down or picking you up for kisses

Its mostly sitting down cuz he's a book nerd and reads on his bed/couch a lot

Also he doesn't wanna make you hurt you neck or hurt his own back

Asmodeus

Unintentionally the worst about your height

Comments about it constantly

He just thinks its cute how much shorter you are than him

It doesn't happen often that he has to look so far down at someone I apologize for my transgressions since he's one of the shorter brothers(5'9)

He's 100% taking full advantage of this to try everything to fluster you.

Gently grabbing your chin to make you look up at him, hugging you in the most sensual way possible, shoving you into his mitties(Man titties), etc

Calls you pet names related to being small (i.e. little sugar plum or some shit like that idk)

Has the audacity to mention your height any chance he gets

God forbid he catches you climbing/getting a step ladder or something to grab something higher up

Has commented on the height difference between you and Diavolo VERY loudly before

If you confront him about it he's not gonna stop because he doesn't mean anything by it so why should you care

That's how he thinks about it anyway

If he finds out its an insecurity (if it is) he's gonna do everything in his power to make you love your height

Cuz he loves it why shouldn't you???

Beelzebub

The best brother about your height

He doesn't care

Like he literally could not give less of a fuck

He's the tallest brother and is used to most people being tiny compared to him

He definitely just carries you around sometimes cuz he wants to hang out

Man is carrying you like an American football

That or you're being potato sacked

If you need help getting stuff from high places he's either gonna lift you up or grab it for you

The worst he's ever said to you about your height is asking if you wanna bulk up a little with him to make up for your lack thereof

If you tell him that was fucked up he'll immediately apologize and be careful not to say anything like that again

He is a bit more careful than he would be with you if you weren't short

Will either sit down or lift you up to talk to you eye to eye

He just does wanna hurt his or your neck

How else are y'all gonna lift together??? Can't lift if you hurt yourselves!

He likes hugging you the most

There's just something about it that makes him feel peaceful

Belphegor

He's a bitch about it

Or at least he was at first

Compared you to an ant, shrimp or krill many MANY times

When he was insulting you in the attic he definitely called you puny

After all of that mess was over and done with he lightened up

He's still making fun of your height but to a lesser degree

Drags you away to skip school and take naps

Too lazy to get shit off higher places but will definitely help you down if you get stuck on the counter

Will then make fun of you for having to climb on top of shit to get what you're looking for

Pats your head and uses it as an arm rest

If he falls asleep next to you he's using you as a body pillow and a head rest

He's one of those "I can bully you but if anyone else bullies you I'm whooping their asses" type of person

So if any lower demons or his brothers(Mammon) are being too harsh about it he's gonna do something about it

If you tell him to ease up on the teasing he'll try but no promises

He actually really enjoys watching you stand up for yourself

There's a sense of pride there when you really give someone a piece of your mind

He's NOT more careful with you because of your height

[cards-of-rose]

study tip!! how i write essays

going from a long, intensive classical education to my current history major, i've had to write a lot of papers. at this point, i can write a 5 page paper in a few hours, and just a couple weeks ago i wrote a 20 page paper in a single day. i graduated valedictorian with this method (current cGPA of 4.0!) so i thought i'd share how i write them! grab some coffee and settle in - it'll be a long post, but i promise it'll be worth it. :)

first, the topic. if you don't have an assigned topic, pick something that fascinates you, something that you could write pages and pages about. you will. if your topic is assigned, find something in it that you find fascinating. even if you find your topic completely boring, there's always something interesting to glean from it! once you find this, you'll gain motivation, and that's half the battle.

write down a basic outline. when i say basic, i mean barebones. just a vague, 3-point general idea of what you think you might write your paper about. this will guide you in your research! you don't need to worry about writing your full outline just yet.

sources. after you have a basic list of points, it's time to find sources! if they're already assigned, you can skip this step. most of the time they aren't, though. this is the most important part of your paper. you can go to google scholar to find really good academic journals and studies!

generally, the number of sources you have depends on the length of your paper! a good guide is that your amount of sources should number half the length of your paper. so if you have a 5 page paper, 2-3 is a good way to go. if you have a 20 page paper, you'll want around 10.

evidence. skim over your sources and categorize each one under the point you made earlier. this will mean you have a quick reference guide when you're writing, so you don't have to go through a big list of sources when you're looking for evidence! under each source, put a few bullet points talking about the info that you can use for your paper.

outline. this part may seem daunting. i promise, though, it's one of the easiest parts of the paper! you may feel tempted to skip it, but having an outline makes your paper sound better and makes it easier and quicker to write. use the sources and bullet point info you used earlier to fill out your outline. start broad and general, then add details as you do your research! your outline should be about half the length of your paper. don't worry about making it super scholarly - this is just for you, so make it as informal and easy to understand as you want! be stupid, throw in memes, whatever gets it written!

every outline should include an introduction, a body, and a conclusion. i can go over the structure of an outline in another post, but remember the 3 points you thought up earlier? these will form your entire outline, and eventually your essay!

finally, write! open a blank google doc and view it side by side with your outline. once you get started, it's a lot easier to finish than you'd think, especially if you took the time to outline! this is when you can make your dumb outline into something that would make the ancient philosophers proud. don't worry about perfection. just write it as you go. you can edit it later!

quotes/evidence. once you've finished your rough draft, it's time to add the evidence! some profs want quotes, others want you to paraphrase. either way, go through your paper and put in the evidence you researched earlier. don't worry about citations just yet - just put in the link in a comment on your rough draft. it won't be hard to fix it up later.

edit!! please, please don't finish your rough draft and be done with it. you can save so many points by going over it again instead of submitting it in a rushed 3am haze. fix spelling and grammar, add citations and a reference page, edit for clarity, anything you need to make it sound like the best paper you can write! if you're proud of it by the end, you know you've done something right.

congrats, you did it!! make sure you start your paper early and don't wait till the night before - your grade will thank you <3

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Could I possibly request a Gallzatto x Reader about the trio planning their girls first birthday?

The planning would be absolute chaos. Also I hate planning so I hope I did this justice!!

~~☆☆☆~~

The three of you sat around the coffee table, debating about the upcoming birthday of your twin daughters.

By now all you had agreed on was the dlower theme to match their names. One wanted a big party, the other something small, and the last really wanted to go to bed since it was 1AM already and you weren't a single step closer to completing this planner.

"Can we puhleeease just decide on the cake and call it a day? I need sleep, I have work tomorrow.." You whined at them and dropped your head onto your crossed arms.

"Seriously if you don't decide right now I'm calling Marcus and do it myself."

"Chocolate cake, obviously."

"Vanilla, for sure."

"Alright screw this. I'm off to bed." You grabbed your mug and brought it to the sink before going past the table again to kiss both boys goodnight and head off. "Goodnight you two."

A defeated sigh left Lip's lips. "I don't get why she's so moody about all of this." He looked over the list of things that still needed to be decided on with multiple scribbled notes at the sides.

"The girls' birthday is nice, but you're forgetting that day was a nightmare come true for their mom." Carmen's comment had Lip take back his complaint, he felt bad remembering how you'd wake up crying night after night in the first weeks after the babies were born.

"How about half chocolate half vanilla for the cake?" Lip had taken a new piece of paper and scribbled a wonky looking cake shape, splitinto two half circles with one end saying 'vanilla' and 'chocolate' on the other. He kept writing on each side, ending with the girls' names on either side and their favorite color decorations written down as well. He turned the paper and slid it over to Carmy to inspect.

"Yeah, looks good to me. We'll ask momma tomorrow." Carmy took your list and checked off the cake bit. They moved on to the next box: drinks. A small 'alcohol?' Next to it as a means to ask the boys later. "I know I can keep my hands off it now. I'm in a good place"

So they agree on a small 'yes' next to your question, count how many people gou plan to invite and write down the amount of drinks to order for the bigger and smaller guest amount options.

A little "run by mom" note next to it in a bright color.

"Do we get their flowers for decoration?"

"What snacks are we getting? And, buying or preparing them ourselves?"

The questions that come along with your written list each took a short while to answer now that they each finally set aside the ideal birthdays they had in mind and listened to what the other had to bring to the table. They know they're stubborn and have butt heads from time to time. Hell, it led to you leaving them to figuring this out on their own just now.

"We should get momma something too."

They discussed some more before calling it a night and going to sleep.

The next morning you wormed yourself out from between them and out of bed to head to work. Your morning routine was a simple one with Rose and Lily being the easiest kids ever when it came to breakfast. You woke, fed and burped each one before putting them back to bed and gurning the volume on the baby monitor all the way up so your boys would wake up if the girls got fussy.

On your way past the dinner table you found almost the entire birthday planned out from decorations to guest lists and drinks. You only had time for a quick glance so leaving a little "let's look after dinner" note was your final action before heading out.

Together you gave everything a once-over and settled on all the details fairly quickly that evening and the party was better than expected with so many lovely gifts from both Carmy's and Lip's families. Flower themed cake and little cupcakes were available as your little girls were pampered and smothered with cuddles and kisses from everyone.

After the party was over and the girls were asleep you happily cleaned up together and went off to bed. The boys wanted to have one last smoke before joining you and came in with a small box wrapped in a little bow.

"We know today is our baby girls' day," Lip started as he sat down on one side of the bed.

"But you deserve something special too." Carmy added as he sat down on the opposite side and handed you the small box.

Opening the box you couldn't keep your eyes off the thin gold chain with an engraved heart shaped pendant on it.

The front read 'Momma' in a beatiful cursive lettering, and the back had both Lip and Carmy's full names on them.

[countrymusiclover]

64 - The Middle Daughter

Part 65

Family is More than Blood

Tag list - just ask to be added @vavafaure1994 @melvia-ito @kmc1989 @tallrock35

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Alina’s pov - New Orleans

“Sssh baby boy. I’m looking for my phone, I promise.” Xavier wouldn’t stop crying because he couldn’t go to sleep without playing games on my phone first for a few minutes. My phone kept ringing and I hadn’t been able to find it all afternoon. Now it was getting to the point of driving me crazy. Rummaging through the couch cushions I gripped my hair still not finding it. “Come on. Where the heck are you!”

“Alina, what is going on? Why is Xavier crying?” Jack came inside the cabin carrying some firewood in his arms.

Lifting my head up I eyed my son who was standing by his bedroom in the hallway. He was holding onto his favorite blanket crying like a banshee. “I’ve lost my phone and he likes to play games on it before he goes to take a nap.”

“Okay hang on. One second.” Jackson placed the wood down on the rack by the fireplace. He reached inside his jean jacket pocket holding his phone up to his ear hearing it start ringing. “Check the fireplace mantle.”

Stepping over to the fireplace where he was standing I climbed up grabbing my phone from up there where you couldn’t see it. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Urgh - ten different messages from Hope.”

“What does she want from you?” My husband asked putting his phone back in his pocket.

Opening the train of text messages I read one of them out loud that gave him the most information to the question he asked me. “Alina, I have gotten a distress call from Andrea saying something bad is happening at the school. We’re going to handle it but I highly suggest that you and your family come back and help us out. Since our parents aren’t answering our texts and calls for some reason. So we have to handle this like the adults that we are. Text or call me when you’re on your way.”

“What kind of situation do you think she’s talking about with Andrea?” My husband sent me a confused look, going to pick up his son in his arms before our son laid his head against his father’s chest looking rather sleepy.

Shrugging my shoulders I responded back to him. “My guess is it has something to do with the fact that some supernatural kids are going to a human high school.”

“Meaning it involves blood and possibly people ending up in the hospital.” Jackson pointed out.

Nodding my head I sat down on the couch beginning to sort the clothes that were sitting on the couch. “Exactly which is why we are not going back to Mystic Falls.”

“Wait what. Why aren’t we going back there?” Jackson seems baffled at the response I gave him.

“Weren’t not going, Jackson. I don’t want to put Xavier back into all that mess back home. This is his home and here isn’t as hectic as they will be in that small town.”

The werewolf before me kept the confused look on his face. “Alina, we have to go help them. They are your - our family. They’re our son’s family. We can’t just abandon them.”

“Now you’re sounding like my parents.” I rolled my eyes at the thought. “Look I don’t have the desire to rush back into all those problems. I mean what are we supposed to do if my mothership dark side comes back or something much worse. I’ve enjoyed the simple country life out here with you.”

My husband walked over sitting down by my side on the couch where we looked directly at one another. “We don’t have to give this up, Alina. But they’re our family and they need our help.”

“Would they do the same if we asked?”

He immediately responded back. “You know they would. So what is this really about?”

“I don’t want to keep putting our son in possible danger. He’s just a kid even if he is half Mikaelson. My childhood wasn’t exactly the easiest growing up. I don’t want the same thing to be what he deals with even though I love my family with my whole heart. Do you understand what I’m saying Jack?”

He shifted our son to sit on one of his legs giving him the ability to intertwine one of his hands with mine gently. “I know you’re afraid. But we’re in this together you and I. Plus we could always ask my mom to babysit him while we go deal with the town trouble.”

“Go help them townies. I’ll watch the pup.” Jack and I sharply turned our heads seeing his grandmother was standing behind the couch listening in on our conversation.

Hanging my mouth open in shock I couldn’t believe she was listening. “How long have you been standing there?”

“The whole time. Your cousin has been blowing up my phone too. She’s been trying to reach your parents but they aren’t responding. So I knew I needed to come see you two so you can prevent that town from going up in flames.” His grandmother Mary explained.

Jackson handed her our son Xavier offering me his open hands tugging me up to stand on my feet before him. “To Mystic Falls we go then.” Resting my forehead once he bent his down pressing it against mine I sucked in a shaky breath knowing I hadn’t been back in that town for years.

Even if I didn't want to admit it I was bonded with my siblings and cousin for the rest of our lives.

“Okay gang. Get together for the picture.” My mother waved her hand around for us kids to stop running around playing tag so she could snap another picture.

Missy, Hope and I were turning ten years old from what I can remember, plus we had big birthday candles numbers on top of our cake.

Mom snapped the picture with me and my two sisters huddled up together and Andrea was laying on the ground in front of us. She took the picture twice, one for her and the other was ours to use. “Okay kiddos, you can put this one in your time capsule.” She handed Hope the picture while Missy came running back with colored pencils and paper.

Andrea sat the tin can on the table that we would use as our time capsule. The four of us sat down at the table writing our notes before Aunt Cami came over to see what we kids were doing. “What are kids working on over here?”

“Writing letters to our future selves.” Hope responded to our parents' blonde friend.

Cami rested her arms on the picnic table. “Am I allowed to hear what you’ve written or are they a secret?”

“Mine’s a secret.” I replied, hugging my paper to my chest not wanting anyone to see what I had wrote to my future self.

Andrea raised her hand going first. “Dear future Andrea, I want you to never forget your innocence. When you’re older, find a way to create a chocolate house as big as the mansion and eat as much sugar as you want.”

“Dear future Missy, I imagine that you have opened a comic book coffee shop run by your stuffed animals and have married the perfect boy that likes the same things that you do.”

Cami grinned at the four of us helping us bury the time capsule. That waa one of my fondest memories of our childhood that I remember.

Jack was getting the truck parked and ready to make the drive to Mystic Falls. Walking behind the old hunting cabin I got down on my knees digging up the ground I found a round green metal tin. Dusting it off with one hand I opened the capsule seeing our letters on the top of the pile. Peaking at the names on the folded envelopes I found mine unfolding it and reading mine to myself. “Dear future Alina, when you're older you're siblings will realize that we don't have to always be following each other. We are able to live our lives separately in different places of the world. I have belief that you will find the perfect boy and have many kids running around like your parents. And you especially will not ever abandon your family in a time of need.” I sniffed feeling some tears falling down my face deciding to listen to my younger self and go help my cousin.

[thehighfiveproject]

Round three of the Fandom Boost Bingo is ready to go! This round, Astrocat has found love and is celebrating with a Valentine Edition!

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Find any art post you like and share it! Here’s the catch: you need to interact with it a little. When you reblog/retweet, please tell the creator what you thought about the piece – you can add some tags, or reply to the post, or quote-retweet or add a comment, or anything! A simple “I love this!” is nice but some details are even better (“your linework is so good!” or “that shade of blue is perfect”). One thing to think about: a lot of art on Tumblr is reposted (like when a user posts another artist’s work from Pixiv, say), so it’s nice if you make an effort to interact with posts that are actually from the creator if you can. That way the artist will see your comment!

- ‘reblog/retweet a fic post’

Same as the above, but for fic! Again, tags/replies/comments are needed, preferably with a little detail. You don’t need to be super eloquent or leave a detailed review (although if you have time/energy, that would be appreciated!); a tag as simple as “that was really cute” or “great characterization!” will do. Like with the art posts, it’s nice if you reblog directly from the writer (if you can) – some fics are posted by AO3 feed bots and the like, so the author may not even know a reblog has happened.

- ‘reblog/retweet an edit’

Same as the above, but for edits! Edits can include a gif set, or a set of screencaps, or even a fanvid. And, again, some simple tags/replies are needed. “I love that song choice!” for a vid or “great coloring!” on a gifset can let people know their work is being appreciated.

- ‘comment on a fic’

Find a fic, on any fic-hosting site you like, and leave a comment. That’s it! Again, no need to leave a novel-length comment (unless you’re inspired!) – a sentence or two is all we’re asking for this square to be considered complete. This is a great opportunity to let a writer know how their piece made you feel, or what section you particularly liked.

- ‘message a creator’

‘Creator’ here can mean anyone who makes *anything* to do with fandom: art, edits, fic, meta, knitted sweaters with character faces on them – if they’ve made anything, they’re a creator, and now’s your chance to let them know they’re appreciated. Send a message (anonymous or not!) letting them know that you enjoyed their work!

- ‘make a rec post’

This is a chance to tell your fandom friends about something they need to see. You can rec a fic, a blog, a fan event, an artist, an author, that person who knits sweaters with character faces – any kind of fandom thing that you want to make sure people see. This doesn’t have to be long or complicated, but feel free to go into as much detail as you want! Just make your own post, on Tumblr or Twitter or wherever else seems best to you, and give that thing you loved a little fanfare.

- ‘interact with a meta post’

A little love for our analytical friends! Here, you can reblog/retweet any kind of meta post for your fandom, whether it’s a three sentence headcanon or an essay-length dissection of why Character X is the absolute best character in Fandom Y. It’s even better if you respond to the meta, whether that’s agreeing or (respectfully!) adding your own thoughts, but sharing it is the main thing here.

And here’s the non-decorated version, in case you feel like making it your own. Get creative, if you want!

[zepskies]

Hi! I just wanted to know what other ways are there to make a Tag List?

Hey there!

Well, there are a few options off the top of my head when it comes to making a Tag List:

1. Google Form

The easiest and most reliable way I've found to create, build, and maintain a Tag List is creating a Google Form. ⬅️ You can see mine as an example. Many companies use Google Forms to create customer surveys.

It's great because you can customize it in a lot of different ways, and it creates a spreadsheet automatically out of the responses to your form (which only you can access). And there you have your tag list!

After you grab the sharable link to your form, you can drop that anywhere: in your bio, navigation page, masterlist, and/or at the beginning or ends of fic posts.

Also, you don't have to make it as detailed as mine - AKA: separated by character. I realize that I'm ✨ extra AF. ✨ lol

You can just do one Tag List where people will get tagged on everything you write, for example. I found that I wanted to customize mine and let people choose which character I write that they want to be tagged on, since I write for multiple characters across different fandoms.

It also helps me organize tag lists for series, which are separate from my character tag lists.

2. Excel Sheet/Google Sheet

You can also do the manual job of a Google Form by creating an Excel Sheet or Google Sheet and adding responses when people say they want to be tagged in your work.

3. Word Doc

This is another option - just drag each name into a Word document, like in bullet points for example. However, I think an Excel or Google Sheet will help you keep better organized.

4. Tumblr Post

Some people keep their tag list on a master Tumblr post, and advertise a link to it across their blog so people can comment, asking to be tagged.

I'm sure other people have other ways of doing it, but these are the one's that could probably help you the best. 💜🫡

[sarahowritesostucky]

Answer the questions and tag at least 5 fanfiction authors you know!

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

🍏What is the easiest type?

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

🍇 what made you choose your username?

Oooh I love it!

N.P. tags (that I just grabbed from all the fics I've recced on my page in the last 6 months): @metalbvcky, @writingliv, @sweetdreamsbuck, @the-iceni-bitch, @luxeavenger, @wiypt-writes, @questionableratatouille00, @holylulusworld, @dharmasharks, @gutsby, @dizzy-after-dark, @ronearoundblindly, @dcangstfiction, @darkdemeter, @sinner-as-saint, @purple-babygirl, @f10werfae,m @hansensgirl, @goodgirlofglory, @juniperskye, @tuiccim, @cadavercowboy, @oh-my-damn, @hollyseb, @1800jjbarnes, @stargazingfangirl18, @broodybuck, @lilacevans, @pandafishao3

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

A: *sigh* I discovered Tokio Hotel in college 😣

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

A: Seven (TH, Queer as Folk, Criminal Minds, Teen Wolf, Marvel, C.E. Characters/fims, and S.S. Characters/films)

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

A: 15 years. Jesus God.

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

A: Write more. By a lot. I like to read, but I get too inspired to create whenever I read.

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

A: I used to overuse epithets (the blonde, the other man, etc.) horribly much when I first started, until someone pointed this out to me and I weaned myself off of that trash. I also used to not get lay/lie correct 90% of the time (I still check a chart, from time to time 😂)

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

A: Getting too caught up in the details and in-the-moment exposition, and thus making the story very long and taking it from a nice concise oneshot to a multi-chapter monstrosity. Also: WIPs. I have too many.

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

A: probably researching human anatomy butcher charts (like what cut of meat from where, how it would be best prepared, etc). This is for the "Fresh" fandom fics I've written, lol.

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

A: Long rambling ones that ask questions and list lots of specific details of what the reader liked!

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

A: Probably diapers. Or cannibalism.

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

A: Comedy

🍏What is the easiest type?

A: smut

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

A: Google Docs. Word if I'm going somewhere without internet access. Usually I write the most at night, but it can be any time of day.

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

A: I can't think of any! Lol. It used to be anything like Diapers/omorashi/enemas, but I officially crossed the rainbow bridge into weirdo-land a long time ago, now.

🍇 what made you choose your username?

A: In middleschool when the internet first showed up at school, they showed us Yahoo and had us make an account. It randomly assigned me the UN: sarahyellow--that became my well name on Ao3. So when I moved over to Tumblr, I just went with something obvious that communicated what I'm about and my Ao3 friends could find: "Sarah-writes-Stucky." My first blog was maliciously deleted by a anti-ship troll, so for my new account it had to be a little different "sarahowritesostucky"

[muchadoaboutjax]

midnight at the lost and found -> sax

tagging: Jax Beiste, Sage Sylvester @sagesylvester location: psu cafeteria timeframe: oct. 17 2024 (lockdown day 6) warnings: none summary: Jax gains more than her cellphone back when Sage picks it up for her [unfinished]

Sage Sylvester

You dropped something.

Jax Beiste

Oh, I did? [pats pockets]

Sage Sylvester

Here. [Sage hands her a phone.] Is this yours?

Jax Beiste

Uh… [she wakes the lockscreen to see a photo of Doug and Ollie (her dog and cat), lifting her head to give them a grateful grin] Yeah! I didn't even realise I'd dropped it, thanks! I'm Jax by the way, I think you know my sisters? Want me to grab you a coffee or something, to say thanks?

Sage Sylvester

Oh… I don't drink coffee, but can you get me a bottle of water from there? I don't go into the cafeteria. Also, who are your sisters…? 18 October 2024

Jax Beiste

Yeah, of course. I'll be right back. [she leaves and returns within a couple minutes with two bottles of water, handing one to Sage] Oh, you asked who my sisters were right? They're Brin and Immy, and Hayley too but they're more my sibling than sister, I always mess that up… we share the same sperm donor [she pulls her face]

Sage Sylvester

Wait. We're steps too, then.

Jax Beiste

… oh yeah, I guess we are! If there's only one good thing I gain from Cooter's miserable and pathetic existence, it's that I always seem to gain siblings from it.

Sage Sylvester

Kind of. Sue adopted me when I was eleven. I heard Cooter is a piece of shit, though. Or was. I can't comment on it, though. I signed an NDA.

Jax Beiste

Still makes you family to me. [Jax shrugs] Y'know, if that's something you'd be cool with, I make a point not to force myself on anyone. But if you ever felt the urge for one more sibling to add to your roster, I'll make time for you, any time you need it. [she smiles warmly at her] Oh he definitely was, I signed no such NDA, I'll sing it from the rooftops, I hated that guy. I sent Sue a fruit basket when I heard about his accident. Y'know, for condolences and nothing else of course.

Sage Sylvester

You're alright. Do you like podcasts?

Jax Beiste

I'll take alright. Yeah, as long as we're talking actually interesting podcasts, y'know a bit of true crime, maybe a horror podcast or two, not the kind where men are talking about… actually just npt the kind where men are talking.

Sage Sylvester

I have a true crime podcast. You should listen to it. It's probably the easiest way to get to know me.

Jax Beiste

[her head snaps to look at Sage] Yeah?? That's wicked, what's it called? Guess that gives me two reasons to listen to it then! I don't have a podcast for you to listen to, but you could always come along to my dad's next cookout? Trust me, he'll tell you way more about me then you could ever possibly want to know…

Sage Sylvester

Beyond the Veil. I'd love to meet your non-problematic dad. What do you like to do in your spare time?

Jax Beiste

Okay, I'm putting that at the top of my list… [she pulls out her phone and adds Sage's podcast to her notes app] He is pretty great. Doesn't always make a lot of sense, but it's part of his charm. I play the violin and the piano, hang out with my pets a little, but mostly I'm busy running my non-profit theatre company in my spare time, I love those kids. What do you do, y'know when you're not recording a super dope podcast? Do people still say dope?

[thewritersaddictions]

2023: Eddie Munson- Episode 7 History

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC!Lilly Miller

Pov: Eddie Munson ; Lillys

Warnings: 2023, Past being brought up, lots of tension, lying, Jason Carver is still a dick, running away from the relationship, crying, leaving someone behind, crumbling relationship, ruining relationship.

Summary- Eddies dark and deep history is thrust upon someone telling Lilly all about 86’ 

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 4.9k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // 2023 Series Master List

A whole month spent working and going over classes for my GED. An early friday morning at the end of October and even though I hate the sound of my seven in the morning alarm I still ended up shifti ng and making my way off of the couch. I’ve tired hard in the past month to completely and utterly ignore what happened at Steve and Robins, but some things are hard to ignore. I make me way towards the back of the trailer the bathroom empty and ready for someone to turn on the lights. Taking the morning slow. 

Getting ready for work is probably the easiest thing I done since getting here. School was hard and working my mind at night while all day I thought of Lilly and the cars that needed to be finish before the end of the day. Lilly was all I could think about, and what Steve and Robin had said when they stopped by to annoy me with their stupid comments on my growing relationship with Lilly. The longer I stay with Lilly the more I realize just how much I know I’m falling for her. I turn on the kitchen light. 

The sun isn’t even up, and as much as i hated waking up for school at six thirty in the morning. This is something I don’t mind doing everyday. I like waking up and brewing two cups of coffee for Lilly and I, making breakfast for the both of us. I make breakfast almost every single morning, Lilly days don’t start until later in the morning. She sleeps as I make myself a cup of coffee and sip it while I make breakfast. This morning is no different, pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast bring down a cup for her to use. 

Doubles of everything litters my own plpates as hers gets wrapped in some allium foil and get’s put into the microwave, and she knows the drill. Her coffee sits in the pot waiting to be used until the morning sun is a little higher in the sky. I move my plate and cup towards the kitchen table taking the little bit of time I have left to work on some much needed english. I sip at my coffee and read through the problems shoving my face full of maple syrup pancakes. Eggs and bacon splatter and fall to the table. 

I start to hear shuffling, but I know that she’s not up yet to early still for sleeping beauty to be up and smelling fresh coffee, so I take the few moments I have left to do something special. The longer I think about Lilly the more I realize just how much I’ve started to care about her, and that’s honestly hard for me to understand or even form into words that would makes sense. I put my empty plate into the sink and gather a pen and a few index cards. Chewing on the cap. How to express myself. 

The words aren’t clear in my head, so I shuffle through my papers on the kitchen table and bounce my knee. I think about how much I enjoy spending time with her. I think about how beautiful she is, how whenever I see her my heart does summersaults in my chest. I chew at my lip and then something comes to mind. The reason why I enjoy her company, the reason why her beautiful makes me wanna run and hide is because I’m in love with her. I love her and it’s funny how you realize the simplest of things. 

I grab the pen and a pink index card. The first time I write the pen is shitty and the ink isn’t fully there on the card. I grubble and crumble the card before throwing it towards the trash can. I use a piece of scratch paper and make sure for the second time that the pen is in working order, this time it is. I use a different index card this time it’s a vibrant blue color. “It’s been forever that it feels I’ve known you. I felt that it’s now or never, so I say I love you.” 

My handwriting it sub par at best. Letters going from cursive to normal letters. The words are choppy in some places due to my own hand, or the pen I’m not sure I can tell. I stare at the blue index card, thinking for only a few seconds. I could be late just one day, the old man wouldn’t get to mad. I think about where I should put her note, and her laptop sits infront of me. I slip it into the middle between the screen and keyboard. I grab my cup and go for another cup of coffee. 

Before I go knock on Lilly’s door, I grab a coffee cup and fill it to the brim with sugar and coffee creamer and grab Lilly’s plate from the microwave. “Now or never.” I mutter the words to myself as I walk towards her closed door. I knock once and a second time, the third time Lilly is mumbling nonsense through the door. But one phrase is clear. “Come in.” I smile at her soft morning voice. “I brought coffee and mostly fresh breakfast for ya.” I stand in the doorway. I haven’t looked at anything other then the plate. 

“Eds, come in I said.” I hear the bed shift, and when I look up. The smile the makes my cheeks hurt grows quickly. Her room is so different then the rest of the trailer, it’s so different then how I remember it looking when I was mine so long ago. Star string lights are pinned from each window and all over the ceiling, posters litter the wall of her favorite bands, clothes are scattered across the floor and that feels normal. The walls are colofrul and popping off the walls, greens, blue, and pinks. It’s Lilly to a T. 

The smell of weed, and like vanilla perfume mixes in the air. It makes me feel like I’m floating on cloud nine. I look around towards her furniture. Candles sit on the edge of almost single one of them, and the wax dribbles down the sides and puddles are on the shag carpet. “Sorry for the mess Eds, come sit.” She says patting the empty side of her full size bed. ‘I can smell the bacon on your clothes.” I laugh as I sit down next to her. “Your room is so you sweetheart.” She blushes and takes the plate. 

I watch as she eats which would be creepy, but she doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. Her hair is tied up in a messy, and loose bun, her eyes are wide but tired. As she eats she snuggles up to my side. The smell of food whafts back into my sense and the smell of coffee brings me back to being alert. I can feel the fast pace of my heart as she snuggles deeper into my side. I notice her phone, “Shit I’m really late now!” I move quickly kissing her forehead. “I’ll see you later sweetheart.” 

I manage to grab the keys to Lilly’s sedan and make my way towards work. The whole way towards the Auto body shop all I can think about is how pretty Lilly looked this morning, how she snuggled up close to me, how I finally grew a pair and walked into her room. The sudden realization that I had kissed her forehead ‘while not being drunk’ and ‘called her sweetheart’ hits me strong that I end up break checking the whole couple behind me. I had not meant to do it like we were together, like we were a couple. 

–

The coffee has cooled down and the plate that sits on my lap is now empty. I have to get up from bed sooner rather then later and get ready for work. Without Eddie in the house the entire vibe changes. The house goes from bright, and loud to dull, and quite. He brings something so nice and peaceful to the little abode that I have. It was always so very nice for him to make breakfast and wake me with food in bed. I wonder if Eddie knows just how much I love and enjoy his every day company. 

I gather my plate and cool down coffee and bring it out to the kitchen, placing my cup in the microwave and heating that up while I went back into my bedroom and got dressed for the day. My bladder screamed at me while I was halfway through picking an outfit, so I went to the bathroom and then I got distracted by the dirty counter so I clean that. Then I made my way back to my bedroom and got dressed for the day. Winter weather was outside not inside, so I grabbed jeans and a yellow flower top. 

The beeping of the microwave caused me to leave my bedroom with my socks in hand. Coffee hot and steaming in hand I moved my thoughts and body to the kitchen table. Eddies side was cleaned off and his paper were stacked in the right order. He was doing well, really well at his GED, and it was like he didn’t have to worry about grades nowadays. I look at the stove clock and it’s nearly eight in the morning, so I flip open my laptop. Distracted is my middle name, so the vibrant blue index card is just enough. 

Shitty handwriting that starts in cursive and somehow ends up in the normal letters shape. On one side it’s simply my name. “Lilly” The other side written words are different. “It’s been forever that it feels I’ve known you. I felt that it’s now or never, so I say I love you.” I hold the index card in my hand, and my mind floats back to this morning. Eddie bringing me breakfast in bed, me snuggling close to his warm body, and then how he kissed my forehead softly, and rushed out calling me sweetheart. My heart burns for him. 

I wonder even as my alarm on my phone rings out and reminds me to get to work. I wonder about weather or not Eddie remembers how much of a fool I had acted at his friends house. How I had settled in his lap, and how I had kissed him, how I had whispered dirty things into his ear. I wondered if he remember it like how I remembered it, or if he had just stuffed it deep down out of his thoughts for forever. I let the alarm ring off a few more time as I dreamed away. 

Finally the alarm brought me out of my dream, and naughty thoughts. I got up and turned it off, walking back to the the kitchen table and getting to work. My laptop screen had gone dark from not being intracted with. I logged into work, and got into the first meeting of the morning. But for the entire meeting all I could think was what Eddie was doing, what was he thinking about me. Was he think about me? I really hoped he was, because I was thinking about him. I got up during my lunch break and texted him. 

“I got your note” I typed out, but shook my head and deleted the words. “Thank you for breakfast in bed and the blue index card Eddie.” I texted him, not fearing so much about what Eddie would think. A few minutes the phone read that he had seen it and then three bubbles showed up, I got a text back. “I’m glad I could make your morning start off great, I hope you know that I wasn’t lying in that blue index card.” I smiled down at my phone, my stomach growled with hunger pains. “Do you want lunch?” 

A few emojis came next through the text chain. “LUNCH WOULD BE GREAT!” In all caps letters, I laughed even hard. I got up my lunch break was longer then I remember my high school allowing for a bunch growing teens. The kitchen was a mess by the time I packed both bags. A simple sandwich, a can of coke, along with a bag of chips. I heard the sound of a car against the gravel. Eddie in the drivers seat. I smiled and notched my head to the side. “Came to have lunch with my favorite girl.” I nodded. 

I retreat back into the trailer and wait until I hear the strom door open and close. I pull everything out of the paper bags, and set them up in our usual spots. “I’ve got like thirty minutes for lunch.” Eddie mumbles as he sits down at the kitchen table across from me. The sandwich, chips, and coke sit out on the table waititing. Eddie kicks off his boots shoving them by the door. Eddie sits and lunges for his food. Shoving at least a few bites into his mouth before opening the can of soda, and the plain chips. 

“I’m working on this beautiful ‘65 mustang. Blue and so bright. It just needs a new brake line, and some new headlights.” Eddie rambles on with food falling from his mouth. I munch along on my peanut butter sandwich. I listen to him ramble on for what seems like hours, but in reality it’s just until the sandwich is gone in his hand. “So, did you like your breakfast?” He asks, bitting hit lower lip. I smile as I set down the sandwich, “I enjoyed it very much Eds, but I liked your note a whole lot more.” He blushes. 

As quick as Eddie is pulling to the drive way and sitting down to eat lunch, Eddie is pulling on his work boots, and driving away all over again. He waves goodbye as I wave back at him. With it being already late afternoon I know that I have to get back to work sooner rather then later. I settled back into the uncomfortable seat in front of my laptop screen. I do about two or three more zoom meetings and a work load that’s far to big for just one person. But the knock at my door distracts me. 

Nobody normally knocks on my door unless I’ve order something from the great amazon, or if I have to sign for a parcel. But I was pretty sure that I didn’t have anything coming to the house, so I’m more then hesitant to open the door. Work is over now, so I’m not in the mood for a door to door sales man. I open the front door, the storm door locked and the only thing protecting me. An older gentleman stands on my porch. “Hello Sir?” I ask, Maybe the old man was lost in this large trailer park. 

“Heya Ma’am, you don’t know who I am, but I think you should know more about your roommate.” I can feel my face contort into utter and complete confusion. “What are you talking about sir? I think you might have the wrong house.” I mumble out. My grasps on the door handle only grows tighter. Was this old man watching Eddie and I, watching my home. Fear bubbles in my chest, the old man chuckles. “I know what I’m talking about, that mister Eddie Munson.” I start to feel more fear and panic seeping into my bones. He smiles creepily. 

Wouldn’t I love to learn more about Eddie… Sure, but not like this right? I look down at my watch, three thirty it reads, Eddie doesn’t get back for several more hours. I’m stuck here, or I can call the police but I have a feeling this old man doesn’t mean any danger. “I have a story, the truth to tell you. By the way the names Jason Carver. It’s nice to meet ya.” I’m even more hesitant. The screen door is the only space between us. The older women across the road come out, “Oh dearie you have visitors.” 

Mrs.Knoll has always been so sweet, so I nod through the storm door, “Oh Mr. carver what are you doing in this neightboorhood?” She yells out even if her voice is a gone with old age. “I’m here to talk with this young lady.” Mrs. Knoll nods, then starts to mumble to herself. “I used to give her the daily paper when we were both much younger. I’m still hesitant but to have my neightboor know who this older gentleman is was very comforting. I unlock the storm door, “Why don’t you come in from that cold Mr. Carver.” 

He stands in front of the door while I step back to back space for him. He’s all but hesitant to walk in. Taking in the space like he owns it. He’s a tall man, and looks like he might have played sports in his younger age. He’s still spry. “You can take off your shoes, would you like a glass of water?” I ask moving far from him and into the kitchen. “That would be lovely.” I bit at my lips and grab a glass filling it from the sink. When I come back he’s sitting in Eddies chair. 

I take the glass of water to the living room, he follows me with his eyes, and then finally gets up from Eddies spot at the kitchen table. He’s so much taller especially now that I’m sitting down on the lounge chair in the living room. He clears his throat and then takes a sip of the water. “So what do you wanna know about your roommate Mister Eddie Munson?” Mr. Carver asks, as if I was the one that walked up to his front door claiming to have information about someone important to him. “A few things will do.” 

He laughs, I try to hide the uncomfortable feeling that is growing in the pite of my stomach. “Just a few things.” Mr. Carver chuckles, “How about I tell you a little bit more then just a few things.” We stare at each other for a few moments, a few seconds. “You know you look a lot like my girlfriend from high school.” Mr. Carver mumbles, “Do I sir?” I ask, wondering why that’s something he’d bring up. “You do, but she was um… she passed away a long time ago now.” Mr. Carver, “Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” 

The conversation lulles to only the breathing between the two of us. Then he asks me an odd question. “Do you really want to know the whole story?” More confusion coarse through my veins, “Yes.” I answer hesitantly. “Eddie Munson is a horrible man.” Well that’s a great fucking start I think to myself. “How… How dare you walk into my house and say that about someone.” Mr. Carver chuckles, and takes a short sip of the water. “You must think of me as a horribly rude person, but I promise you it’s not me you have to worry about.” 

My blood is boiling but then Carver starts talking. “Eddie and I went to high school here in town together. At that point in my life I was just trying to get along with everyone, but your sweet Eddie Munson made my life a living hell. He’d activly start fights with me, and cause so much more drama then was ever needed.” “Personally I find that hard to believe.” I hold my ground, anger passes through the older mans expressions. “He was at that point a leader of a cult of some sort had all the young freshman apart of it.” 

I stare at the older man in awe. “You’ve got to fucking kiding right?” I ask not caring about my language, Mr. Carver stares at me with his mouth wide open, like I had plunged a knife into his heart. I’m starting to get the feeling that Mr. Carver was a bully in his time at Hawkins high. “It was said that he was not only apart of a clut that he ran, but he was also a stantist.” He says it like i’m supposed to be scared or shocked. I cross my legs, “I don’t think so Carver.” 

He grumbles, “Okay, Musnon sold weed and drugs to kids at Hawkins High.” Carver says as if he had won a fight with the last punch straight to the face of his opponent. “Mr. Carver I think you don’t realize that I also smoke weed.” I whisper the last part, “I don’t give a shit what Eddie did before I met him, and anyways I met his wonderful uncle. And I highly doubt an old high school bully knew anything about him.” I said with a calm tone smiling. He sighs, “I wish I didn’t have to tell you this.” 

“What are you taling about now? Huh did he take your girlfriend from you cause she didn’t wanna deal with such a fucking dick.” I huff out, “Well I wouldn’t say I was a dick, and anyways Chrissy and I were a perfect match. The jock and his cheerleader.” I roll my eyes at Mr. Carver words. “But you aren’t wrong, Eddie did in fact take my girlfriend from me, took her after the championship game at our high school brought her back here to sell her drugs and then murdred her right here. She was handing from the ceiling.” 

My hands being to shake, looking for the lies in Mr. Carvers old face. “Wh…What are you talking about?” I manage to ramble out. I rest my hands on my jean covered knees. The sweat pouring out of my palms. “So he really hasn’t told you anything?” He asks with a low chuckle behind his words. “He brought my sweet girlfriend to this very trailer, broke her bones and strung her up like a piece of artwork for his uncle to find the next morning. Then after that he went on a killing spree. Killing kids and my good friend.” 

We sit there for a silent moment. “You mean to tell me that Eddie Munson who wouldn’t dare hurt a fly killed your girlfriend and two others” Mr. Carver nods, all of this was hard to believe. It was a crazy thought, but then I remember the damn gapping whole in my ceiling just a few months ago. That was crazy at the time. “This is the truth?” He nods, and then Mr. Carver got up, but not before taking the last sip of his water. “You just be careful around him miss. You don’t know what he’s capable of.” 

I have a hard time believe the first two things that Mr. Carver rambled off about. Eddie had been truthful about his drugs, and how much he really did enjoy smoking weed. You had to dumb to not know that most people were smoking in the eighties and ninties. Then you ahve the cult laeder bullshit that Mr. carver was talking about. Being a cult leader took a hell of a lot of people, but it sounded more like D&D. Eddie had talked about getting back into it recently. I had even done a paper on the whole thing. 

Written it pretty well cause I got an A on it in one of my college courses. The public at that point was fearing everything, war with Russia and the war on drugs had only been over for a few years. The public needed something to latch on to, so the fear of their childrens mental health it wasnt, rather the dangeroius games they were playing. Newsweekly took it has far as calling it “D and D; The Devil’s Game.” I didn’t care about that, rather that Eddie and Wayne never said a goddamn word about the murders that happend. 

– 

The drive back to the trailer park goes by quickly, not the second half of work had not after having lunch with my girl Lilly. She had texted earlier that day and asked about lunch then I remember that I had her car, so I drove the 15 minutes back to the trailer park just to have lunch with her. She was a smiling mess when she went to walk about the door and saw me. When I had to return back to the work I was horribly upset, but then yet another beautiful car came rolling into the garabe.

After a few hours another car came rolling up for a simple oil change was simple enough. The driver was an older women and she tried her hardest to flirt with me but I had no want or need to flirt with her especially when I had such a beaiutfil girl waiting for me at the trailer. All I had to do with get back to the trialer and finally tell her just how pretty and just how much she was always on my thoughts. Though the older women had tipped me well for the simple work I had done. 

So I drove home with excitement soaking through my bones, and not being able to hold myself together any longer to see Lilly and her beautiful smile. It’s late when I hit the gravel road that leads into the trailer park, The lights are all off in the trailer and worry hits me, Lilly had looked fine ealier that afternoon. I shut the car off grabbing the keys, and unlocking the storm door and house door. When I got into the trailer Lilly wasn’t in the living room, or in the kitchen cooking something. It was dead silent around me. 

The only thing I can barely hear is the sound of her music playing in her bedroom, I walk slow and light on my feet after disposing of my work boots. I knock on her bedroom door even though its ajar, nothing comes out. So I ask into the darkness. “Lilly, are you alright?” Still nothing, so I wonder if she’s asleep. Then I hear her groan, so I nudge the door open just enough to get a glismpe of her curled up in the middle of her bed. Sher must feel me staring at her. “I am fine Eddie.” 

She sounds anger, and short with me. But I’m not sure as happened in just the few hours from when I saw her last to now. My heart sinks, further and further the more silence radiates off of Lilly. I think a few things that she might need, but won’t dare to ask someone to get for her. “Can I get you something, sweetheart?” I ask into the cold air. She turns quickly flipping of the soft covers, “WHY?” She yells, “So you can kill me like you did Chrissy Fucking Cunningham?” I stand there shocked, and the fear bubbles. 

“Yeah I can do fucking research, it’s not that fucking hard. All you have to do is search up cult leader murder Hawkins Indiana.” My hands behing to shake the louder Lilly gets, she pushes me from her bedroom doorway all the way into the living room. The firs thing that comes from mouth is ��How’d you learn about Chrissy?” I ask, sineraly ask her. She rolls her eyes dramatically, “I had a surprise fucking guest come in talking about all the horrible things you did and you were in high school.” I shrug, “Jason Carver!” She shouts at me. 

I shake my head, “Jason Fucking Carver, you’ve got to be kiding me right? He was my high school bully for christ sake.” “Yeah that’s what I thought, but then you take his girlfriend and BRING her here and murder her, and lets not get started on the two others that you murdered. What’s wrong with you?” My heart is skipping beats and not in the good way. Hands still shake, Lilly turns to turn on a light. She looks as if she’s been crying for hours, tired and worn out. “Why would you believe him?” I ask, yet another roll of her eyes, “Because you haven’t told me shit Eddie, nothing you won’t tell me why you fucking fell through my ceiling, or what happened before that! So why not believe not him.” Lilly shouts her eyes wide looking straight into my soul. My hands brush through my sweaty tangles, and I stare at her for a only a few moments, before I bit my lip and look towards the ceiling. “You… Of course you remember you just don’t wanna talk about it! Why?” She yells more, I grind my teeth as I try to push back the tears. 

“You need to leave.” After a moment of silence that’s all Lilly says to me. “I need a few days to think, or whatever,” Lilly mutters mostly to herself as she walks back to her room slamming the door. So now here I stand in the half-lite room my chest burning and my voice sore. I can Dustin first but no response, so I text Steve, ‘Code Red’ and then call him, he answers immediately. “Eddie?” “I need you to come pick me up from the trailer park. Lilly is…’ I stare at the door waiting, yearning that she comes back out, but nothing. ‘Eddie, what’s happened?” “I’ll explain when you come and pick me up I need to stay with you for a few days.” I end the call and grab the few things I have dropping Lilly's keys and slamming the front door and storm door, waiting for Steve to come and pick me up at nearly eleven at night. 

Completed on: 05/25/2023

Posted on: 06/03/2023

The Adults- @yourfavdummy @mothermirkwood

[taliah-tezel]

"Because," she almost dragged the word out, as if somehow he should be able to read her thoughts and see why he'd made her feel swishy. It wasn't just the way he kissed her, it was the reaction that swarmed it, something that she hadn't expected. Maybe it stemmed from some sort of selfish feeling inside, to know that ultimately, Cole's boys, his family, thought she was good enough for him. At least, that's how she was interpreting it, hence, swish swish.

This unfamiliar road they had been walking together the last few weeks suddenly felt brighter just with the knowledge that the people around them approved. Turning around as instructed just before a fierce blush invades her cheeks, she grins to herself, "You have this way of making me feel nervous," she says softly, brown eyes fluttering shut as he peppered her neck with soft kisses. Melting into him was always the easiest thing to do, he only ever had to come close enough and she was entirely his. "I don't think that's the right word, but I mean it in a good way." She adds, following it with a quiet, mischievous little laugh as she drops her head back against his shoulder. "What'cha been thinking about?" Taliah purrs, her tone probably telling him all about that grin that he couldn't see, plastered across her features.

There's a burst of soft laughter as he struggles to find the clasp on the zip to her dress, hands that find their way to hold onto his arms after he unzips her and brings them around her. Honestly? She'd have been content to just stand there like that, in the moment, softening to his presence. "Oh?" The comment of a talk made her momentarily tense, but the continued affection was what kept her grounded, relaxed enough not to assume any worst-case scenario. And yet, when he pulls away from her, she can't help but pout, turning her head back to look at him with some kind of disapproval. "That wasn't top of my want list," just letting him know, before relenting into a soft smile. "But okay," Taliah nods at him, not so blinded by her own desire that she couldn't read the room. He needed to talk? It took priority, especially if he was passing up the opportunity to watch her undress.

It didn't take her very long to change into something more comfortable, casual shorts and strappy top, a pair of trainers. Grabbing one of Cole's zip-up hoodies from the room, she heads up to the roof with the half-open whiskey bottle in there. Was this an I need a drink chat? She wasn't sure, so better to be prepared, right? "Not sure how long we can stay up here, I definitely just heard Riley talking about doing a conga line? Now," she pauses as she sits by Cole's side, holding out the bottle to him. "I'm not entirely sure what that is, but I feel like I don't want to miss it." Chuckling, Taliah shuffled that bit closer to him and twisted to the side, giving him her full attention so he could talk. "What's on your mind, angel?"

“No,” Cole chuckled, head shaking as he grinned down at her. “I mean, kissin’ ya– yeah, I planned that. But the rest of it? That was all them– I had no idea.” And for half a heartbeat, Cole had no clue what they’d meant by it. But then it kicked in, slowly but surely. Between Joel’s response and hearing what Riley had said about how they’d all been waiting for this, it made it crystal clear to Cole that they stood by whatever this was, even if he and Taliah hadn’t labeled it. Their support felt good, though– it gave him even more of a kick to broach the subject with her and finally tell her how he’d been feeling for the last couple weeks. 

“You did,” he parroted back in between kisses, just relishing the feel of her lips on his, especially out in the open, in front of their people. “And I hope ya know I’m gonna take ya up on it as much as you’ll let me.” It was a playful, yet subtle way of telling her that kissing her had become somewhat of an addiction for him– it was why he could never stop at just one, whether they were saying hello, or parting. Answering her waggling brows with a low hum and a devilish smirk, Cole nodded as she started off towards his room, catching her hand in his as he followed after her. 

Closing the door behind him, all he wanted to do in that moment was fall into her. For a moment, he nearly gave into that desire, but somehow stopped himself. Hearing her comment about feeling all swishy again, Cole snorted a soft laugh, “Yeah?” He prompted, his smile growing all the more mischievous, “Why’s that?” Moving closer at her silent request to, Cole arched a brow, catching his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before nodding, “Turn around.”  With her back to him now, Cole pressed in close, hands gathering up her hair and tossing it over one shoulder, leaving her neck exposed for his eager lips. Teeth nipping at her earlobe, he moved to kiss her pulse point just below as his hands settled on her hips, giving a soft squeeze. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout ya all day, T,” he murmured, lips chasing a trail of kisses along the column of her neck while his hands washed up her sides, searching for the clasp of her dress. Finding it, he fumbled with it, not once, but two, maybe three times, and Cole couldn’t help but snort a laugh at the way he was obliterating whatever smoothness he might have thought he had. “Jesus Christ– feels like I’m fifteen again,” he laughed against her neck before pulling back just enough to see what he was screwing up. Squinting at the clasp, he worked it free, then tugged the zipper down, finally accomplishing his goal. “There we go,” Cole murmured, sliding the fabric down and away from her body before hugging his arms around her, “Anyway, there’s somethin’ I wanna talk to ya about.” He knew how cryptic that sounded, but he hoped that the line of kisses he planted along her shoulder would at least assure her that whatever he had to say wasn’t bad. “Wanna get changed and meet me on the roof?”

[handsomelyhiddleston]

Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.

“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.

Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”

“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”

Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”

“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.

“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.

“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.

The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…

The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…

The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or  on your hip or in one of your hands...

He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…

He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…

He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…

In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…

You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.

Your phone pinged…

*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?

Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.

You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s

Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.

“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”

You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…

“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.

“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.

“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.

“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*

“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.

“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.

“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.

When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”

“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.

“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.

“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”

“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.

“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.

“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”

“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.

“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.

“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.

“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”  

“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.

“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”

“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.

“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.

“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.

“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”

Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.

You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.

“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”

“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”

You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.

“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.

“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

[wooahaes]

pink gerbera

pairing: non-idol!junkyu x gn!(mashiho’s)adopted sibling!reader

prompt: ... your brother’s best friend from here

word count: ~1.3k

warnings: reader is mashiho’s adopted sibling! :)

daisy’s notes: i believe in mashikyu supremacy. also this one feels not great. also also this was written + scheduled during bday stuff.

Breaking the news to Mashiho had been easy, actually. Junkyu liked you, plain and simple, and Mashiho had simply nodded along before asking him to repeat that about two or three more times before it fully sank in.

“Really?” He had said, blinking a few times. “Oh. You should tell them that.”

Of course, what Junkyu left out was the fact he’d been seeing you for about three weeks at that point. He thought dropping the bomb that he liked you would be enough of a hint that that’s why the two of you were hanging out more by yourselves. Junkyu was your friend, so it’d never seemed weird for the two of you to spend time together when Mashiho couldn’t make it--but both of you thought he would have picked up on something. The hearts by your name weren’t commented on past Mashiho whining that Junkyu didn’t put hearts by his name (to be fair, he put hearts by plenty of people’s names), what made you so special to get cute little pink hearts? The fact that he’d uploaded a picture of the two of you taking a walk, with you tucked close to his side, seemed to go relatively unnoticed as well. Even some of Junkyu’s other friends had picked up on that one, teasing him over text about how obvious it was.

Obvious to everyone but your adoptive brother, at least.

So you had staged something. Junkyu was supposed to show up to your house, obvious romantic gift in hand, the same time Mashiho was getting home from his part-time job. You told him to surprise you, so he went with pretty pink flowers he had seen in the window of a flower shop. The lady at the counter said they were pink gerbera, and Junkyu just kind of smiled and nodded along like he knew exactly what that meant. A quick search on his ride over said that they were pretty similar to daisies, from what he understood, and that they were a decent pick to surprise your partner with.

When you opened the door, you didn’t know what you expected, but flowers weren’t exactly high on that list. You thought maybe Junkyu would have stopped by a bakery and brought both of you pastries, or that he would have bought you a replacement koala plushie after your family’s dog got hold of it (rest in many, many pieces, unfortunately--he found you crying that day, swearing you’d get another, and said he’d replace it himself next time the two of you went out) since he had won you the original. He watched you smile, and then immediately look away, hiding it behind your hand.

“Junkyu,” you said, dragging out the last vowel.

“Surprise,” he hummed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “Do you like them?”

Ignoring the flowers, you reached your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a tight hug. “You’re so cute sometimes.”

He drew away in mock offense, “Sometimes? Ah--” He reached a hand up to his chest, “my heart--”

You rolled your eyes, about to say something when you noticed Mashiho heading up the street. Without thinking, you grabbed Junkyu by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. He merely smiled into the kiss before he kissed you back, fingers grazing your jawline as his eyes fluttered shut. You tried to play stupid, shutting your eyes and pretending that your brother wasn’t walking up to the house. Maybe he’d yell at you two for going behind his back, but it was the easiest way to break the news to him--

“Excuse me.”

Junkyu stepped back, looking over at Mashiho. He went to say something, only to watch his best friend walk between the two of you and enter the house. “Mashiho--”

“It’s inappropriate to do that out there,” he called out, walking inside and leaving both of you dumbfounded.

Junkyu watched you look back at him, immediately turning and heading inside, calling after him. He followed you inside, watching Mashiho shrug off his bag with a hum as he approached the couch, looking through it for something.

“Mashiho--” You called out again, approaching him, “You just caught us--” You vaguely gestured to Junkyu, “and you don’t care?”

“I knew.”

“You knew!?”

Mashiho looked between the two of you. “Was I not supposed to?” He closed his bag, hoisting it back onto one shoulder. “I saw him walk you home last week after you two posted that picture getting dinner together. You kissed him then,” he started toward his room, only to be caught by the arm by you. He looked back at you. “Am I supposed to be mad?”

“He’s your best friend and didn’t tell you he was dating your sibling,” you said. “Some people would get mad about that.”

He looked between the two of you, a little lost. “He’s my best friend,” he said. “He’s the only person I’d trust.”

Junkyu ran a hand through his hair, mouth agape as the entire situation sank in. No protective brother talks like he’d seen before in fiction, no hard shutdowns of him even looking at you in that way. “Really? You don’t care?”

“I care,” he admitted with a shrug. “But they’re happy with you, so I’m happy. As long as you treat them nicely, I’ll be happy.”

“Then why didn’t you tell us before that you knew?” You huffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Junkyu said he was going to tell you and you just told him to tell me how he felt.”

"I wanted you two to tell me directly.” Mashiho shifted his weight from leg to leg idly. “I don’t mind if you two are together, but I wanted to let you two tell me.” He sighed, “I felt bad knowing! Jihoon told me I should just tell you, but...” He gave you both a confused look. “Did you want me to get mad?”

“No!”

Mashiho recoiled a bit, clutching his textbook to his chest. “I’m... going to go study,” he nodded toward his room. “I’m happy for you both, though.” He left the two of you alone, dumbfounded as you turned back to one another.

“So.” You took a breath. “We’re good...?”

Junkyu met your gaze, uncertain as he nodded. “I think so.”

You stole a glance back at Mashiho’s room, seeing the door securely shut. “Good,” you turned back to Junkyu. “That means I don’t have to hide this anymore--”

Junkyu was already when you pulled him to you, already kissing him again. He pulled away, pressing a peck onto the tip of your nose. “And I can show you off.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat was enough to make the two of you part with a jump, Mashiho standing in the hallway again. “Do you two mind?”

Junkyu nodded, taking your hand in his. “Sorry,” he sheepishly apologized, before looking back at you. “We should go out! There’s this ice cream place that I wanted to take you to...”

Mashiho watched as you left with Junkyu, waving back at him with a giggle before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. He looked toward the pink gerbera bouquet that you had abandoned on the couch, and picked it up. Knowing you, you’d forget to put them in water and then get upset (just to him, never to Junkyu--Mashiho remembered how upset you became when the dog had gotten to your koala plush) when they started to wilt over the next few days. It didn’t bother him that Junkyu had fallen for you. He was just glad it was someone he knew and trusted.

He’d give him a shovel talk later, though. Just for the fun of teasing him.

[reimu-enjoyer]

(sorry op I couldn’t fit what I was gonna say in the comments)

sooo honestly it depends! the easiest routes for getting into touhou are both through the music and printworks. the music, naturally, can be found on youtube (and Spotify I THINK), and some of ZUNs music cds have a story! iirc the best place to read these is on the main touhou wiki: https://en.touhouwiki.net (you probably know already but do not trust the fandom wiki).

when it comes to getting into the printworks, whilst I’d say it’s totally worth getting physical copies, I also know that so many are out of reach for most people. so instead the 2nd best place to read them would be online, places such as mangadex and dynasty scans have a decent collection of translated touhou manga (the latter also has a LOT of yuri works though sadly these aren’t official (i wish they were)). in terms of which manga to get into? it’s personal preference really, though “Wild and Horned Hermit” and “Forbidden Scrollery” are both classics and are, in my opinion, a nice starting point! as always though it’s worth skimming the synopses of the manga on the wiki to see what takes your fancy.

now let’s talk games, and boy is there a LOT of content here too. so I’ll try to keep it as short as I can!

so since a few years back, ZUN has been putting touhou games on steam, so far we have the main line games from TH9-18 (19 is coming out real soon too!!), most of the spin-off “.5” games, and, most of the fighting games (except for TH7.5). personally I recommend getting the games via steam the most, purely so that ZUN has more beer money.

the 2nd way to get touhou games “officially” is just buying physical copies of the games, you can find these listed on sites such as eBay, yahoo auctions, Amazon, and if you’re really lucky, you’ll find them in thrift stores. the games that you can buy physically are all the games from touhou 6 onward.

again, it’s worth looking on on the touhou wiki for some titles that grab your eye, and maybe even watch some gameplay videos too.

now as a side thing, sadly there is no official english translations for pretty much all the games, but luckily! we have a very active translation community, and some of those people came up with a language patcher for the games called THCRAP (this tool also has some fun mods that you can install too, such one that turns your game into spaghetti).

though back on at the games (there’s more), I couldn’t help but notice the character in your post! that’s reimu from the PC-98 era! she’s such a scrunkly in these games 🥺. but I got some bad news if you wish to see this variant of her so soon, which is that it’s kinda hard to get the first 5 touhou games. this is because there is no real legal way to get them, unless you wish to shell out $1000’s for both a working PC-9821 and the required floppies for the games. so sadly, pirating and emulating the games is the only option for like 99% of us. and even more annoyingly, sites that hosted the hard drive image files of these games have been struck down, so you may have to wait a while before you can sink your teeth into them.

now that whole wad of text is over, I feel it’s worth saying that there’s no real “right” way to get into touhou! and I mean it too. touhou does not really have a main storyline, and instead it’s just different threads confusingly strung together. for instance, with the games, you could start at TH14 and have as much of an idea of a main storyline, as you would if you started on TH6 (to add to the confusion, TH1-5 are considered to be their own canon). this isn’t to deny that there aren’t arcs! because there totally is, but these are more prevalent in the printworks and stories if anything else.

the thing is, touhou is huuuge, and it’s certainly (unofficially) expanded by the sheer mountain of fan made content, it’s 100% worth an explore of the community! hell, we even have frequent events such as the touhou game jam and various art challenges/collabs!

as a final final thing, it’s worth checking this guy out, he makes some really good and informative videos on touhou! and has a decent guide to the games for first timers: https://youtube.com/@AspreyFM

Tagging all touhous, how do I get into this? I love the character design, but I'm no gamer. How do I learn who these girls are?

[fandomlit]

neutral, chap. 3 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary after teaching tommy how to make cookies, you surprise him with your archery skills as you fight off mobs swarming outside of your house. tommy comes to a conclusion that makes him slightly ashamed of himself; being neutral doesn’t make you weak.

warnings swearing, killing of mobs (zombies, spiders, skeletons), some mental health talk (kinda)

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it was storming the next night. after a nice dinner of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, y/n proposed that tommy help her make some dessert for them to enjoy.

“you sure i can’t mess this up?” tommy asked warily as she opened her small, self-written recipe book and placed it in front of them.

“im sure,” she assured, patting his cheek endearingly. he made a face. “your face is gonna freeze that way, kid.”

“whatever,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as she laughed. “what are we making?”

“cookies!” she smiled. “one of the easiest things you can make.”

tommy sighed. though it was embarrassing to admit aloud, he couldn’t help but feel nervous about the experiment. “what do we need?”

“well...” after thirty minutes of patience from y/n, frustration from tommy, and unhelpful side commentary from ghostbur, the cookies were nearly ready to place in the furnace.

“how big should i make them?” tommy questioned, looking up at y/n from the baking sheet she had spread out for him.

she shrugged, placing her hand on the back of the chair ghostbur sat in. “however big you want. measure with your heart.”

“you also said that about the chocolate chips,” ghostbur commented. “now we’re all going to have cavities.” y/n whacked the boy on the back of the head, keeping her expression kind as she looked at tommy. 

“however you want them,” she assured. tommy nodded in return, turning back to the baking sheet just a loud banging came from the main entrance of the house. y/n peeked out of the kitchen. “oh, wow, that’s a lot of mobs..”

ghostbur leaned back to see. “goddamn!”

“tommy, you go ahead and portion and pop those into the oven,” y/n spoke, running a hand through her hair. “i have a feeling my door’s not gonna last much longer.” she rushed out of the room without another word.

“having fun yet?” ghostbur questioned as tommy began to portion out the blobs of cookie dough.

“kinda,” he shrugged. “y/n’s a good teacher.”

“she is,” ghostbur agreed.

“it’s also kind of nice to have a break from more chaotic things,” tommy continued as he worked. “you know, y/n surrounds herself with peace. she’s not a fighter like you were and i am. so, it’s nice to do as she does.” ghostbur chuckled and tommy looked up just as he finished portioning out the dough. “what?”

“whoever said y/n wasn’t a fighter?” ghostbur teased. just then, said girl came back into the kitchen with a bow in hand and a quiver full of arrows slung over her shoulder.

“cookies in yet?” she asked, eyes gleaming with excitement he hadn’t yet seen from her. her words were rushed out, and he stuttered to reply quickly.

“y-yeah, well, about to be,” he managed out. “what are you doing?”

y/n grinned at him as he lowered the tray of dough into the furnace. “someone’s gotta deal with the mobs out front.” before she disappeared, tommy called out to her.

“wait, y/n!” he called. “can i come with?”

“sure!” she laughed. “ghostbur, set a timer for fifteen, please!” tommy rushed to follow her as she practically raced up the stairs. ghostbur grinned after them.

“where are we going?” tommy huffed out as y/n led him down a hall he was yet to discover.

she slowed down, opening up a door that revealed the stormy night to him. “right out here.” tommy stepped out onto the small balcony. tarps covered the sides, preventing them from being pelted by the brunt of the rain and wind, but allowed them access to viewing the main entrance from the side.

“are you good with a bow, tommy?” y/n asked, still smiling as she delicately plucked an arrow from her quiver.

“uh- not really..,” the boy admitted, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“that’s alright,” she smiled reassuringly as she lined up the arrow in her bow and pulled the string back. “i assume you’re better with a sword?”

“much better,” he nodded. she let out a hum before releasing the string from her fingertips, and tommy could barely keep up with the arrow that flew through the air and lodged itself in between a skeleton’s shoulder and collarbone, causing the mob to collapse into a pile of uselessness. tommy’s mouth suddenly felt dry as y/n loaded another arrow. 

he had never seen someone take down a skeleton in one shot, not even dream.

tommy watched as she closed one eye, aiming at three zombies lined up. she took a breath before tugging harshly at her string, then letting the arrow zoom through the storm and cleanly through the three’s heads. they all crumbled into a mass of rotten flesh.

“four mobs and two arrows?!” tommy managed as y/n reached for another. she looked over and laughed at the surprised boy. “how the hell did you do that?”

“i’ve always been good at aiming,” she spoke casually as she worked to load another arrow, aiming now at a spider working its way up her walls. she managed to lodge the arrow into its leg, effectively tearing it off of the creature and causing it to tumble onto the zombie below. they heard it hiss just before another arrow pinned through its heart and the zombie’s head, rendering both creatures silent. “not so much with close contact fighting.”

“i think this makes up for it,” tommy spoke distractedly, shaking his head with amazement as he watched her fingers move with instinct and practice. she launched another strong arrow into the hoard.

she laughed as she continued to work. “i fumble when im up close..” arrow after arrow whizzed from her bow. “from this distance, i can take my time. i can breathe, i can calculate.” mobs went down, pair after pair sinking to the cold, wet grass below. “and when we can do those things, our work only shows it.” she knocked down one last skeleton before she dropped her bow to her side. there were now only a few creepers and spiders mulling around.

“that was amazing,” tommy spoke after a moment of silence, looking at her with wide eyes. she gave him a smile. “i.. wow.”

she laughed just as ghostbur peeked his head out. “five minute warning.”

“thanks, ghostbur,” y/n nodded. “come on, kid. let’s towel off and eat some cookies.” tommy nodded, following her back into the house. he stayed behind with ghostbur as she went to grab towels.

“so?” ghostbur spoke with a knowing grin. “how was that?”

tommy shook his head, still processing the skill he had just experienced. “she’s the best archer i’ve ever seen! she didn’t miss a single target, she knew exactly where and when to aim, i-” he let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “i can’t believe i thought she couldn’t fight. of course she can fight.”

“neutral doesn’t mean weak,” ghostbur spoke wisely, placing a hand on tommy’s shoulder. the boy looked up at him with pursed lips, guilt weighing in his chest. “y/n is the strongest woman i know; she cooks, she welds, and she can work a bow like you’ve never seen. never expect anything with her, tommy. she’ll never stop surprising you.”

tommy nodded. “neutral doesn’t mean weak, eh?” ghostbur gave him a smile. “of course it doesn’t. it’s not like she chose this life.. there was a war.”

“right,” ghostbur confirmed. “it’s alright to be wrong sometimes, tommy. especially about someone you’ve known and lived with for what, a week?” he nodded. “see? you don’t have to know everything all the time.”

“okay,” tommy nodded, his voice quiet as ghostbur squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “wow. it’s strange to be able to hold myself to a lower standard.”

“y/n is teaching you some amazing things about mental health, tommy.”

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