#posting and running why is sharing writing so scary

[mythblossoms]

to come home

pairing: zayne x gn!reader

content: fluff and comfort, soft yearning, kissing, suggestive if you squint?, lighthearted, established relationship, unedited

a/n: i just think zayne deserves a quiet life where he can be the little spoon ♡ coming back to writing after so long is scary but hi ♡

wc: 1.1k

It’s 11:01, the harsh blue glow of his computer screen illuminates his office, and Zayne is thinking of the comfort of home. 

Not the physical structure - all concrete and glass, hard walls enclosed around structured spaces that begged for routine, but the warmth that often resided within.

You, curled up on the couch, book in hand and eyes slowly skimming through the words. You, perched on the counter top, sipping a sweet latte and sighing contently. You, watering the plants on his windowsill and whispering little words of encouragement. You, a warm sun that cast light into every room you stepped into, leaving the space a little darker, colder when you left. 

It’s 11:05, as Zayne stares at the remnants of a hazelnut latte sitting on the corner of his desk - delivered to him by you several hours earlier. A drawing of a little snowman poking its head over the sleeve of the cup. A small dose of warmth in an otherwise blurry day. He missed you. Not that you hadn’t seen each other, but this was different. Rushed, fleeting moments existed — small, sweet treats that left behind a craving. Truthfully, he didn’t think he could ever be fully satisfied, not when the treat was gone but the sweetness still lingered on his tongue.

It’s 11:15, and the soft ping of his phone is notifying him of messages from you with hidden notes tucked tenderly between the letters.

- ping

Have you eaten yet? (I miss you, take care of yourself)

- ping

Let me know when you’re on your way! (I care about you, please come back safely)

He had grown accustomed to these secret words and meanings interwoven into the space that was you and him. With each message, his heart ached a bit more. 

It’s 11:27, and the lights of Zayne’s office are off. A cup with a snowman drawing is gently placed in a waste bin. His bag and coat are missing from the coat rack by the door and he’s driving to his home. 

It’s interesting how home can be anything. Home can be a house, the things gathered to create a space that belongs to the person living there. It can be a family or a person, the people who hold the hearts of their loved ones close. How odd that Zayne never thought of home before you. 

Seeing you silhouetted in the ambient light, his cardigan draped on your figure - too big in the shoulders, too long for your frame - the smell of mint tea hanging in the air — this is what it meant to be home. His heart swelled as you turned, that bright smile welcoming him home. 

“I see someone has found a sweater to their liking.” 

“Yep,” you quipped, hugging the cardigan closer to your body. “I think it likes me more than its current owner. It wants to live with its friends back in my closet.” 

Zayne smiled slightly, stepping into the warm kitchen as you placed two mugs on the counter. “Is that so? Well, I suppose I shouldn’t keep it from its true desire.” 

His arms circled around your waist, pulling you back securely against him. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck - settling into the warmth and pressing one soft kiss onto the collarbone peeking out from the collar of the cardigan. A contented sigh leaving your lips as you leaned into him, cupping the warm mug in your hands. 

“Thank you for this,” he murmured, attempting to stitch every unspoken feeling along those four words. ‘Can we stay like this a little longer?’ ‘I want to be with you - always.’ ‘You’re home to me.’ You had a way of weaving these declarations tenderly into your actions and words. Zayne hoped, by closing his eyes, by holding you closer, these unsaid words would flow to you. 

Gently, you turned in his arm to face him, one hand still clasped around your mug. You gazed up at him, placing your other hand on his chest, feeling the warmth there. “I’m glad you’re home,” you whispered. No hidden meanings - stated so honestly as you smiled. 

Zayne took the mug from your hand, setting it on the counter behind you, and dropped his forehead to yours. “If I can be a bit…selfish,” he breathed, ghosting his lips over yours. “There’s one more thing I would ask for.” His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing against your cheeks, and guided your lips to his. Slowly, his lips moved against yours. His hands, cool on your warm face, moved down your shoulders, dipping underneath the oversized cardigan and caressing your waist. Each movement intentional, as if his fingers had memorized the curve of your body - the feeling of you under his hands grounding him. 

Again, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing slowly as he released the kiss. His eyes locked on yours, dazed, as his hands tightly held your waist. Words were no longer needed, every movement proclaiming every feeling Zayne had tried to contain. He leaned down to grasp your waist, lifting you onto the counter. 

“Oh-”, you mumbled as you felt the cup behind you. “Your tea!” 

“Tea,” he said, pressing another kiss to your jaw, “can wait. Right now - I just need you.” His voice was soft as he slowly trailed his lips up your jawline, punctuating each sentence with a light kiss. 

Zayne was always so patient, quiet in a collected way. Need was a new word - and your heart ached as his hands pressed in your lower back. Your arms found their way up around his neck, running your fingers up and through his hair. “I’m here,” you whispered, pressing light kisses up his jawline to the shell of his ear. “You have me.” 

Zayne took a deep, controlled breath as he ran his hands up your spine, fingers tracing the arch of your back. “I like it when you’re here,” he murmured. His lips found yours again, savoring the way they melded together — relishing in the small sounds you made as he deepened the kiss and held you as though you were keeping him afloat. 

He hesitated again, his eyes still closed and hands still pressed against your back. “It would be even better, if you were here all the time.” He chanced a look at you then, barely opening his eyes. 

And you were smiling at him, pulling him closer still and cupping his face in your hands. “Is this your subtle way of asking if I would like to move in?” Your lips, still pink from the previous kisses, pressed one small kiss to the tip of his nose - an unspoken answer of ‘I want to be with you all the time too.’

Zayne looked down, the corners of his mouth slightly turning up. “How else will I retrieve all my missing sweaters?” He hooked his hands under your thighs, lifting you off the counter. “I think I’ll start with this one.” 

Your warm laughter filled the air as he carried you to his room, the mint teas left to cool on the counter.

[morhido]

Sighs. Okay yeah i have thoughts about cgi toothless.

First of all, why does he look so... slimy? He feels too smooth. Like they just stretched some scaly skin over a skeleton and let it walk around. Immediately offputting.

His body language is. Fine? Am i being nitpicky or does it seem just the tiniest bit less expressive? I'm guessing this is either the scene right after hiccup cuts him free, in which case he should be way more intimidating, or the fish-sharing scene, in which case he should feel a little friendlier and more curious around hiccup. It's a quick shot so i won't put a ton of expectations onto it, but i think it's worth noting.

Okay this is a legitimately cool detail though. He has a secondary eyelid!! You can see it slipping away when he opens his eyes. That's a detail exclusive to the books so i like that they included something as small as that.

Sighs again. And this is the shot that prompted me to make this post.

Look at the original, and then look at the cgi version. I could write an essay about how inferior the cgi version is in comparison.

First off, they flattened his face. I swear every iteration of night furies after the first movie has just been compressing their snouts until they're sufficiently 'cute' enough for the audience to forget they're supposed to be sleek and aerodynamic.

Second, his eyes. Absolutely radioactive. I understand using a brighter colour for his eyes, especially in a relatively darker environment to make him stand out and seem more fantastical. But. They're just so bright. It's mildly unsettling how saturated they are compared to everything else.

Third, his eyes. Again.

Toothless is supposed to be terrified but still threatening in this scene, and the original shot conveys that perfectly. If it's a threat, then by all means hiccup should kill it or at least run, but instead he draws a connection between both of them being scared of the other and decides to cut him loose instead. And that's the core of their relationship. Toothless is staring him down with a slitted pupil that could just as easily be interpreted as "fuck around and find out" but hiccup just acknowledges that there's a frightened, injured animal in front of him that needs help, and he helps.

Is any of that conveyed in the cgi version? No!! It's trying so hard to be cute that it's gone full circle back to just being scary. The wide-eyed stare, the dilated pupil, he's basically just saying "🥺🥺 uwu pwease i'm so cute and innocent don't kill me aha 👉👈". Which is a lot less of a compelling reason for hiccup to free him!! Plus the fact that toothless turns up to look at him instead of lying and accepting his fate like in the original, which only makes it seem even more like he's trying to show off how apparently adorable he is.

Idk. Just the difference between the in-your-face sanitised cuteness of "teehe you wouldn't kill little old me would you? 🥺" and the expert subtlety of his "please don't hurt me" of the original doesn't give me high hopes for a toothless that stays true to his character from the first movie. Even from something as small as this. He's gonna get woobified. I can feel it.

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[glowettee]

dealing with a bad grade (part 1/5) 🎀

posted by: glowettee

hey sweeties! ♡ mindyyy here

okay so like… we need to have a heart-to-heart about something that happens to literally everyone - getting a grade that makes your heart sink. i totally get it, i've gotten a less than decent grade before and i felt like my whole academic career, life, MINDSETT just crashed. but guess what? i turned it around, and i'm going to share exactly how i did it. this is going to be a 5-part series specifically for helping you with your grade. <333

let's start with the immediate aftermath (because i know you're probably reading this with teary eyes and a racing heart):

♡ the 24-hour rule this is literally my holy grail rule. give yourself exactly 24 hours to feel all the emotions. cry into your plushies, eat that emergency chocolate bar you've been saving, watch sad tiktoks - whatever you need. but when that 24 hours is up, we're switching into recovery mode. i literally set a timer on my phone and when it goes off, it's glow-up time.

♡ emotional first aid kit grab your cutest notebook (mine's pink with gold stars obviously) and write down everything you're feeling. i'm talking full main character energy here - all the thoughts, fears, and worries. this isn't just venting, bestie. we're documenting these feelings so we can look back and see how far we've come. plus, getting it all out on paper helps clear your mind for the strategy phase.

♡ reality check (but make it gentle) let's break down why this isn't the end of your academic journey:

grade weight check: calculate exactly how much this affects your final grade. sometimes what feels like a disaster is actually just a tiny bump in the road

context matters: was this during that week you had the flu? when your bestie needed emotional support? when your laptop died? write down any external factors (we don't need accountability at alll,) (i'm joking)

pattern or one-off?: look at your other grades. is this a surprising drop or part of a trend? this helps us know if we need a total study makeover or just some fine-tuning

♡ the strategic breakdown this is where we get seriously helpful. grab your planner so we can create your recoveryyyy blueprint:

schedule a professor/teacher meeting ASAP (i know it's scary but professors and teachers actually love when students care enough to ask for help)

review your study methods (be honest - were you just rereading notes and hoping for the best? i do this all the time on my lazy days, it doesn't help...)

analyze your test-taking strategy (did you run out of time? panic? misread questions?)

check for extra credit opportunities (sometimes they're not advertised but exist if you ask!)

look into study groups (because two brains are better than one, and four brains are literally a power squad)

♡ creating your comeback toolkit this is the part where we get super practical (please bare with me):

get a separate notebook just for this subject

color-code everything (i use pink for things i don't understand, gold for improvements, and purple for victories)

start a concept map of everything you need to review

make a list of resources (tutoring center hours, professor office hours, study group times, online study resources, books etc...)

create a daily study schedule (even if it's just 30 minutes, consistency is key)

♡ mindset reset (the most important part) here's the truth: this grade is not your destiny. it's not even your story. it's just one chapter, and you're about to write the most amazing comeback story ever. think of it like this - even the most aesthetic, successful study girls have their off days. what matters is how you bounce back. you have drive and power, and using that to comeback from something that makes you devastated shows your resilience. <33 don't give up on your dreams when something hits you, because it's like giving up on yourself.

tomorrow we're diving deep into analyzing what went wrong (in the most organized and cute way possible, obviously). because just like my favorite quote says (got it from pinterest btw): "every setback is just a setup for your greatest comeback." ✨

remember: you're still that girl. you're still capable. and you're about to show everyone (especially yourself) just how powerful you can be. please don't give up, i assure you, once you comeback and end up getting an A, after receiving that C-, you'll literally feel unstoppable!!!! <333

stay gorgeous and focused! xoxo, mindy 🎀

[munsonsduchess]

Monster Smash

summary: you meet eddie at a house party and the night takes an unexpected turn warnings: underage drinking, recreational drug use (weed), face sitting, oral (f receiving), semi public sex (eddie and the reader are in a room at a frat house during a party) w/c: 977 a/n: surprise bitch! another halloween fic! honestly with the amount of ghostface content on tiktok these days it was kind of inevitable we'd end up here, i was originally just going to post the other halloween fic but this one wouldn't leave me alone

It was Halloween and you were having the worst time. You didn’t know anyone at this party your roommate had dragged you to, citing that you needed to get out more, the drinks were shit, the music was shit, honestly you were tempted to just sneak out the back door of this frat house and claim you’d met somebody if your roommate asked the next day. 

You sighed and took another drink from your lukewarm beer and pulled at the hem of the black dress you were wearing. Usually you didn’t feel self conscious in the things you picked for yourself but being, less petite, than some of your peers and wearing something your roommate had picked out so you could both wear matching costumes (you got to be the bad witch) in a room full of obnoxious frat bros made you feel slightly … less confident than normal. 

You were about to cut and run when a guy appeared in front of you wearing a Ghostface Costume,

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“The Exorcist, 1973. A masterpiece in horror cinema” you responded without thinking. You hadn’t actually expected anyone to talk to you, after being basically ignored all night

“That’s, yeah that’s a really good pick” the guy pulled his mask off and you found yourself looking into the face of the local weed guy, Eddie Munson. 

Everyone you knew, yourself included, bought their weed from Eddie. His stuff was guaranteed to be the best and not laced with anything it shouldn’t be,

“It’s the line from the homeless guy in the subway ‘can you help an old altar boy father’ and then later on when they’re in Regan’s bedroom and she says the same thing in the same voice. Chills. Literal chills” 

“Such a good movie. They don’t make movies like that anymore, y’know? Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Rosemary’s Baby” 

“Have you seen X? Or Pearl? They have the same kinda vibes but are totally modern movies” 

“I’ve seen X. Massive Texas Chainsaw vibes” 

“Right!” 

You ended up finding a quiet corner with Eddie where the two of you could talk about horror movies for the rest of the evening. You’d honestly never really found anyone who loved horror the way you did so it was amazing to be able to vibe with someone like this. 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ 👻 ⋅.} ───── ⊰

The party raged on into the wee hours and by now both you and Eddie were feeling the effects of the beer and few joints you’d shared. You were feeling pleasantly buzzed and enjoying the attention of an attractive man, even if it wouldn’t go anywhere. 

“It’s so cool that you’re into horror, most people get freaked out or maybe enjoy those like conjuring movies”

“Ugh. The Warrens are the absolute worst, by all accounts they just scam people and then use their stories to write books and make more money” you gestured widely around the room, “how fucked is that?”

“Totally fucked” Eddie agreed 

“You know I almost didn’t come tonight but my roommate kinda forced me to” 

“Remind me to send your roommate a fruit basket or something as thanks then” Eddie said, “cause this is definitely a way better night than I thought it was gonna be”

“It’s so cool to meet a friend tonight” you agreed, “but aren’t you like ‘working’ the party?” 

Eddie laughed and you had to admit you loved the sound. You wondered if he would want to still be friends after the party was over,

“You’re cute. I mean sure it’s great talking like this but honestly, I saw you standing on your own and seriously couldn’t understand why cause just the sight of you in that dress had all the blood in my body run south. I mean, the fact that you’re awesome on top of being drop dead hot is a bonus”

Your brain short circuited for a moment and you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing,

“So, you wanna get a room?” 

“Absolutely I do”

Eddie smirked wickedly at you before helping you off the couch and pulling you behind him to the main staircase and along a corridor to an empty room. 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ 👻 ⋅.} ───── ⊰

“Sit on my face, come on” Eddie grinned at you, taking one of your hands and pulling you towards the bed. 

You followed the tug and threw one leg over the bed and balanced on your knees. Before you could even try to think about how much weight to bear down you felt Eddie grab your hips and pull you down onto his face forcefully. 

There was no way you could focus on anything but the way Eddie licked into you hungrily. His hands on your hips dug into the flesh there and you threw your head back with the intense feelings, moaning loudly. 

“Oh my god Eddie”

Beneath you Eddie made a muffled noise which you assumed was positive since he didn’t stop what he was doing for even a moment. 

You wondered briefly how he could breathe but the thought left your mind as quickly as it had arrived when Eddie’s nose brushed against your clit and you saw stars. 

Eddie continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm and the aftershocks, the oversensitivity made you want to pull away but Eddie held you firm coaxing yet another orgasm from you until your legs began to shake. Only then did he allow you to pull away and catch your breath,

“Holy shit” you panted, trying to regain some of your self control,

“That’s only the warm up act baby. It’s just you and me and no one is gonna hear you when you scream my name as loud as you want to” 

This was definitely a way better night than you’d thought it would be when your roommate forced you out tonight. 

After all what was Halloween without a few screams?

[tuffduff]

Friday the 13th

Pairing: fluffy 80’s Dave Mustaine x female!Reader

Words: 1,800+ ish

Warnings: mentions of scary movie, otherwise none!

A/N: I’m so excited to share this with you guys I MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH! Inspiration strikes, eh? This isn’t Guns N’ Roses, but it really hit me being Dave’s birthday and Friday the 13th. It ain’t the best but I thought I would because y’all just imagine? Anyways, I hope I can write more GNR related things too for y’all soon. If you’re still around and reading and liking my posts, thanks. I love you ❤️

Taglist (sorry if y’all don’t like Dave 💀): @ubernoxa @heavymetalgirl420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @born-to-lose @lost-in-the-80s @petals-and-bullets @ginny-rose-sixx @julessworldd @greeneyezblackheart @blackberryblossom @clowncaits @the--blackdahlia

(pic not mine)

“What, are you too scared?” Dave sneered, waving two movie tickets in front of your face. The teasing was apparently warranted by the too-long-of-a-pause you had taken. “C’mon, Y/N, when are we ever gonna have the chance to see Friday the 13th on Friday the 13th?”

“Probably never.” You conceded, trying to hide any apprehension you felt. Horror movies weren’t really your thing; they weren’t not your thing, but really, you never quite got the hype. “Isn’t this like…the millionth one, though?”

“Read the ticket.” Dave replied. You rolled your eyes; his bluntness wasn’t anything new to you.

“Well, I’ve never seen the first five.” You replied, crossing your arms.

“Y/N, c’mon. There’s not much to it. You don’t really need to keep up with the storyline. It’s a masked psycho going around killing people at a campground. Besides, they use Alice Cooper’s music in this one—that’s what you really need to know.”

“But why—” he was already rolling his eyes.

“Are you gonna go with me or not?” He snapped, cutting you off impatiently. Your eyes narrowed.

“Why?” You repeated, now growing suspicious.

“Are you kidding me?” He asked, his own eyes narrowing. “I don’t know, he drowned as a kid because he was neglected by camp counselors and now he kills other counselors—”

“No.” You cut him off, albeit with a frown. “Why do you want to go with me? I’ve never even seen these movies. Do none of your other friends want to go? Assuming you have those.” He glared at you now.

That’s how it always was between the two of you. You were probably the only one allowed to joke with Dave like that without getting dropped to your ass.

“You should take it as a compliment that I’m coming to you first.” He replied.

“Should I?” You bantered back, starting to smirk. He continued to glare and roll his eyes before snatching up his keys.

You both knew there wasn’t anyone else he would want to go see a movie with. Outside his band, he wasn’t exactly dying to hang out with anyone, and he didn’t want to see a movie with his bandmates either. Usually, he claimed hanging with you was his break from them. You were his go-to for everything; checking out new recording studios at the drop of a hat, scouring through pawn shops and record shops, late night fast food runs. Your number was the only one he had memorized, judging from the countless phone calls you had received from random phone booths all over LA at all hours of the day.

“Hurry up.” He merely threw the words over his shoulder at you.

“Are you going to buy me popcorn?” You continued on as you hopped into the front seat of his car. You knew you were the last one in it; the seat was still moved to fit your body and your jacket was still in the seat where you left it last night.

“No.” He grunted as he started the car. You glared at him silently as music immediately blared through his speakers, which finally made him smirk at you.

“How many times have I told you about your ears?” You scolded, turning the metal on the radio down to a more sensible volume. Again, you were probably the only one allowed to do so without him biting your arm off.

“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered dismissively, putting the car in drive. Quickly, you clicked your seatbelt on. It wasn’t wise to go without it with Dave driving.

“How about a big soda?” You jumped back to teasing him again, giggling as he rolled his eyes. “It’s funny though because you and I both know I’m gonna have a gigantic popcorn and a huge coke and gummy bears.”

“Oh yeah? I know that, huh?”

“Yes.” You nodded confidently.

“And why is that?”

“Well, you invited me to see this movie—which I don’t particularly want to see—when I could be taking a bath and reading a magazine and relaxing.”

“So what? I owe you or something?”

“Yes.” You replied brightly, again with a nod and smile.

“Yeah, alright. In your dreams.” Dave muttered.

“How about because you love me?” You proposed innocently. His eyes narrowed a little, but you could see the corners of his mouth curving upright.

“We’ll see about that.”

Sure enough, not too long after that conversation, you were sitting in theater 9 with your popcorn, soda, and popping a gummy bear in your mouth while Dave was grumbling to himself about movie theaters being a rip off.

“So, if he drowned as a kid how is he alive and killing…?” You whispered as the lights dimmed. Dave leaned in really close to your ear, making you freeze as he moved your hair aside. His lips were so close you swear you felt them ghost against your skin.

“Shut up.”

He leaned back with a smirk and you laughed, immediately getting shushed from a couple behind you. Dave rolled his eyes and you giggled again, this time a little more quietly.

As far as horror movies went…well, you wouldn’t really know. You didn’t quite have much to compare it too. At times, it felt a bit silly, but you soon found yourself really drawn into the plot. Which also meant you found yourself getting progressively more scared when Jason Voorhees popped out of nowhere. Dave laughed at you unabashedly when you jumped so hard you sent popcorn scattering.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Dave leaned over to tease you as you plucked popcorn from your hair. You glared at him.

“Shut up.” You replied.

“Here.” Dave pushed up the arm rest between the two of you and beckoned you closer to him. You wrinkled your nose. “Alright, fine.” He replied, pushing the arm rest back down. You caught it with your hand quickly and pushed it back up and moved in next to him. “That’s what I thought.” He whispered as you sidled up next to him. He put his arm around you. “I knew this was going to happen.”

“What?” You hissed. There was another shush behind you and Dave turned his head to glare before turning back to you, leaning in close again, this time to ensure his words were only heard by you.

“I knew you were going to get scared. And I knew you were going to come crawling right into my arms.” His lips were so close, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Oh, you just knew I would get scared?” You demanded. He raised an eyebrow. “Whatever, fine. But how did you know I would crawl into your arms?”

“Just a feeling.” He replied.

“Oh, I see. But Friday the 13th is normally bad luck, you know. What if your big plan didn’t work?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, right. You think some silly superstition scares me?” He said. “And besides, I bet you say my name in your sleep.” Your mouth fell open at the audacity.

“Are you kidding—“ an aggressive shush came once again from behind you. Dave immediately twisted in his seat.

“Fuck off.” He snapped before putting his arm back around your shoulders and tugging you close to him, giving your back a pat.

You had to admit, it was a perk being close with Dave due to his protective nature. Or was it possessiveness? The lines always seemed to blur with him. Not that you cared. You remembered the time at some guy’s house party when someone spilled a bright red drink on your shirt. Before you knew it, the guy was knocked out on the floor and Dave was guiding you to the bathroom with an arm around you, giving anyone too close to you a glare as if he dared them to even breath on you. He had given you the shirt off his back without hesitation and made you laugh when he asked if you wanted him to “break that guy’s neck.”

“I’ll do it.” He had threatened, and you weren’t sure if he was really joking or not, but the party foul was instantly forgotten.

It was always you and Dave. Not only was the line blurred between possessive and protective, there was also no boundaries it seemed in regard to personal space. His arm around your shoulder wasn’t anything new, but what did that mean exactly? You definitely looked like every other couple in this theater. When his bandmates called you his girlfriend he would usually call them some derogatory name in return, but he didn’t bother correcting them. But this wasn’t something that had ever come up between the two of you. He was always teasing you, and you could tease him back free of the vitriol and venom that he gave everyone else. Did that mean anything? You spent the rest of the movie consumed by the swirling thoughts in your head rather than what was occupying the screen.

“So what’d you think?” Dave asked as you both drifted out of the theater. His arm at this point seemed to be perpetually draped over your shoulders, adding more fuel to the thoughts in your head.

“Hm?” You asked, blinking a few times when you realized he was staring at you.

“Wow. Was it so scary that you repressed the memory of it all?” No one else could make condescension sound so close to fondness.

“No,” you laughed and shoved him lightly, breaking the physical connection between the two of you. But he came right back. “…Did you really ask me to see this movie with you so you could scare me into cuddling with you?”

“Scare you? Hold on,” he said indignantly. “Who says I need to scare you to get you to touch me?” You scoffed and he smirked. “No. A) I wanted to see this movie. B) I wanted to see it with you.” He laid out each piece very deliberately as if you needed help understanding. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s it, huh.”

“…And I wanted you to touch me.” He added. Maybe because it was only the two of you and the late night brisk fall air that allowed him to be vulnerable enough to tell the truth without trying to deny it whatsoever.

“Well, did it ever occur to you that you could just ask anytime?” You asked him, placing your arm around his lower back and squeezing him close.

“No. It’s better tricking you into seeing some scary movie.”

“Why?” You lamented.

“It’s a bonus. I get to see you scared.” You scoffed, shaking your head and trying to pull away from him but he only pulled you closer and kissed the side of your head.

All you wanted to scream was what are we?! But instead, you just went with it. Maybe some things didn’t need to be explained, at least not yet. Besides, if you lived in your head wondering what it meant that he laced his hand in yours and asked if you were hungry, you wouldn’t get to enjoy how nice it all felt.

[tempural]

hello. it might be an odd question or maybe, you've got it before. you prob did. but how did you find like-minded folks? as someone with specific tastes, i wonder if simply posting stuff is enough. and it's not even that i want friends. i just want to see different kinds of content and takes on things. which is why i tend to visit your blog from time to time. we don't even share ships, but you have your own vision and i respect that.

Hiya! Not odd at alll, trying to find artists, friends, and acquaintances is one of the big questions of social media. Especially if you're into very niche stuff (old man butthole).

Thanks for hanging out even if you don't have the exact same interests 😃 I find that's who I tend to follow... I like other people's passion in their interests! Whereas I'm usually one out of two people who have the same ship (the other one lives with me) haha.

Much yapping under the cut.

Honestly I mostly just post stuff. I don't browse social media much anymore ever since the tumblr nsfw ban 😭

The only place I actively look for artists now is the fediverse, especially cuz the server i'm on is explicitly kink and lgbtq friendly. So I almost never see like "freaks dni" sorta people on my timeline, which gives me massive diarheaa on every other socmed. Downside is of course the small size makes it so there's less posts to browse through, but sometimes staying small is nice.. you can talk to what people made the effort to post even if no one else is :)

Before the NSFW ban, I actually made my closest friend just by posting stuff! Way back in the DeviantArt days, I was the only one in the [band yaoi] tag, and another person happened to be browsing that niche tag with one thing in it. We started talking.. and now we are pregnant with 5 kids. So even if there's literally no one else in the tag but you, you can still find other people in that niche!

Makes me think of that story where those tumblr people got married cuz they were both in some niche self-ship tag...

A lot of the people I talk to now are from just posting stuff too. Not even just art, but even just yapping about random shit like dogs or ships or farming. I always wait for the other person to start a convo LMAO but other people seem to find connections by being proactive!

I also met some other like-minded people by joining art and fandom events, and hosting them! Some events are run better than others, some have a nicer crowd, and you might vibe with different people depending on the niches (i almost never do broad events with no subject, I do a lot better if you give me a subject like "chinese food" or "evil lesbians". I found a lot of cool artists that make OCs by hosting artcade, i found a lot of chill creative TF2 fans by hosting the Gore Zine and Gorl Scouts Zine.

Yeah it's scary to put yourself out there, cuz there's always hordes of unwashed basement dwellers waiting to jump on you for liking art of necromance or whatever. But it should be worth it to build up a lil net of art and writing to enjoy, and knowing that there's other people with similar interests out there...

Hope that gives you something to spring off of?

[tastefulstars]

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

updated July 2023 // primarily writing for stranger things

Please heed all content warnings on each individual story before reading. I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere.

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The Boys Next Door - 1 / 2 / 3 / boys pov

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | Your cat decides to adopt the boys that live next door, which would be fine if they weren’t so damn pretty.

Of Wolf and Man - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 /

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | You have a secret, one that’s a little more wolfish in nature.

Get In Line - 1 / 2 /

Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | Your words come back to haunt you and now Billy, Eddie and Steve are making it their personal mission in life to ruin you.

All That And More - 1 / 2 /

M!Werewolf x GN!Human!Reader | Everything changed with a buzz of your intercom, a lawyer and a dead relative.

Sea of Flames - 1 / 2 /

Demon x F!Human!Reader | “if anyone here knows a group of evil insane cultists looking for a cute girl to give as a slave to a huge scary insatiable sexual demon in sacrifice during their ritual in exchange for riches and eternal life please let me know, you can give them my number"

Higher and Higher

Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | Steve and Eddie want Billy’s girl, it’s a good thing Billy knows how to share.

It's Better with Three

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | You get high with Eddie and Steve, only, your plan for a relaxing night doesn’t quiet go to plan.

Love Me Deep

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | smut

Steve has a Bad Day

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader x Steve Harrington | Steve has had the worst day, you and Eddie help him relax.

Fever

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | Eddie and Steve are out late, you decide to entertain yourself while you wait for them to come home.

Wanted U

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | A night out on the town ended in the arms of two handsome strangers.

Pretty Girl

Eddie Munson x F!Reader | An encounter at a bar leads to a one night stand, that leads to a spending the weekend, which just may lead to more.

Kiss the Stars/Kiss my Scars

Eddie Munson x F!Reader | angst

And I fell, I fell

Eddie Munson x F!Reader | You interview Eddie and fall in love.

First Class

Steve Harrington x F!Reader | Steve fucks you in his car.

He's with the Band

Steve Harrington x F!Reader | You intimidate Steve a little but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you.

Keep me Close

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader | You get to see a side of Billy that no one else has.

You and Me

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader | request fill soft!billy following around r wherever she goes.

(If this ain't love) Why Does it Feel so Good?

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader | You get fed up and put Billy in his place.

Gimme Love

Jim Hopper x F!Reader | You’re fed up with being ignored so you decide to make Hopper notice you.

The Hunt

M!Werewolf x F!Reader | Running barefoot through the forest was probably a bad idea, but the adrenaline coursing through your body didn’t give you time to regret your choice. 

The Summoning

M!Demon x M!Reader | A scholar attempts to change history by summoning a demon, only it doesn’t go as planned. 

Bite

F!Vampire x F!Reader | A moment between a Vampire and her human lover.

Captured

Hellhound + Captured

Billy Hargrove

sub!billy being loved on

Eddie Munson | gen

playing with Eddie's hair Eddie's habit of poking his tongue out defending Eddie against bullies playing d&d with Eddie rockstar with fanboy Eddie Eddie falling in love with a badass waking up with Eddie eddie taking care of you massaging eddie nervous eddie talking about your plans

Steve Harrington | gen

waking up with Steve Steve not wanting you to get involved

Billy + Eddie + Steve | gen

confessing to wanting all of them your asshole parents confront you

Eddie + Steve | gen

being sandwiched between them they take care of you when sick doing Eddie's makeup Eddie and Reader choosing chaos realizing they all love each other reader decking someone in front of them labyrinth au

[solarwoniii]

PLAYING ROBLOX WITH THEM ! zb1

fluff, crack, :D

★ my perm taglist ; @hunbun07 @metalchick529 @chewryy @haesunflower @iraa567 !

⋆ -- jiwoong ; natural disaster survival

hes a big big big boomer so hes just confused the whole time

so ofc because youre such a kind s/o you choose a game where random things happen every two seconds and dont tell him at all how it works

POOR BABIE HES SO CONFUSED THE WHOLE TIME

tries following you around so he can survive the disasters but every time you purposely lead him to inevitable death

gets all mad and sulky bc ure 'being mean😠😠😠' so u eventually feel bad and help him get a win and hes so excited

every time u guys play roblox together after that he asks to play 'that one game with the tornados and the hurricanes'

AWWWJDIJNJXXNJJXSSI HES SO CUTE

⋆ -- zhanghao ; adopt me

scams little kids and refuses to share the pets he gets from it

runs away from u and locks you out of his house 😠😠

finally agrees to give you one of the pets if you give him something else in return

ENDS UP SCAMMING YOU AS WELL

you start a petition on the server and everyone starts reporting him

he gets his account banned for two weeks but he still claims it was worth it

⋆ -- hanbin ; work at a pizza place

awwww what a cute little wholesome couple activity aww

no. absolutely not.

the ENTIRE TIME you both are competing over who is better at each job.

'oh u delivered to that house? well guess what, i delivered to THREE in the time u did one'

'oh u boxed a few pizzas? well guess what, i boxed SIX in the time u did that.'

'oh u served a customer at the drive thru? well guess what, i served THAT ENTIRE LINE in the time u did that.'

he always somehow wins the little competitions and will not refrain from bragging in your face.

⋆ -- matthew ; fashion famous

touched on this here (nsfw post ! minors dont click)

its just the both of you bullying each other and competing like its the hunger games

'YOU COPIED ME!!' 'WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT I HAD THIS FIRST!!'

u guys get so mad when the other person wins

'I DESERVED THAT MORE THAN YOU DID!!!' 'WELL WHO WON LOSER?? WHO WON??/? THATS RIGHT I WON'

i swear it would be so fun playing together

probably your favourite way to spend time w each other

⋆ -- taerae ; royale high

hes classy what can i say yall

dresses up as an expensive prince and forces you to be his princess

he is somehow so crazy advanced at this game its scary

ofc he does share his riches with you 😍😍 gives you free stuff all the time

the two of you troll people tgt

but hes too nice so he ends up apologising for all the chaos that his s/o caused after a while (yes he blames it all on u)

⋆ -- ricky ; bloxburg

when he asked you to play bloxburg with him, you were excited to show off all your cool houses and how rich you were

. . . and then you saw his houses and his riches

IS SO ANNOYING will not stop flexing to you

takes u on a cute little date to pizza planet . . . and then leaves before paying 🙄

but ofc he was stupid and gave u builder perms on his house

so as payback you hung up photo frames everywhere with this photo

when he finds your damage he screams. literally screams the loudest scream you have ever heard him scream.

changes the double bed he placed in the bedroom for the both of you into two single beds placed on completely opposite sides of the room 😔😔😔 refuses to sleep beside you until u write him a formal apology

⋆ -- gyuvin ; zombie attack

U DO THAT THING WHERE WHEN YOU DIE YOU TURN INTO A ZOMBIE AND GO OVER AND ATTACK HIM TO FUCK W HIM

AND HE'S SO CONFUSED LMFAOAOOA

'WHY IS THIS ONE JUMPING !?!?!??!?!'

'ITS KILLING ME AAA'

'Y/N WHERE ARE U WHY ARENT U HELPING MEEEEEE'

when he finally looks on ur screen and realises YOU'RE the jumpy one hes so mad

the next round he purposely collects each and every zombie and then he goes and makes them all follow you LMFAOOO and then he gets himself killed so he can give you a little taste of your own medicine.

⋆ -- gunwook ; copyrighted artists

HELP MEE HIS DRAWINGS WLD BE SO FUNNY

also the type to cover your eyes if u guys come across one of those pp drawings..

and yet he always somehow tricks you into voting for his drawings

'oooohh that one is so nice i think it's the original' 'omg the others look so dumb i'm gonna pick to one in the middle' 'the other ones didn't even try this ones clearly the original'

LMFAOOO and he is so good at guessing which ones are yours

the trickster cannot be tricked

when you try and lie he catches it right away

'you always smile like that when you lie' 'i know how you draw stupid'

he knows u a lil too well 🙄🙄

⋆ -- yujin ; arsenal

BEATS UR ASS 💀💀 MULTIPLE TIMES 💀💀💀💀

has u begging for mercy (holds that shit over your head for the rest of your life)

'y/n ure so bad at this' 'SHUT UP I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT'

he literally does not even try and you're dead.

his team is thriving because of him whilst your team is dying because of you . . . polar opposites

sometimes when you're sad or you're not feeing well he'll let you win on purpose tho :(( and he'll pretend to be all bummed for u when u rub it into his face AAAA

[modelbus]

Okay so this is VERY OLD. As in, excuse the poor writing and savor the fact I posted please :). I was in Florida for the week (not my home state) and couldn't write so I dredged up soulmate au where soulmates share scars.

This has a POV switch in it, be mindful of that while reading!

Pairing: Gn!Reader x Cc!Tommyinnit - Soulmate AU

Shining Souls

You used to love the idea of soulmates. Someone you knew was perfect for you? Sign you the fuck up.

And then you never found them. Whoever they were, you just hadn't met them yet. You know they exist, but not who they are. The sparkle of soulmates was lost throughout the wait for yours.

On your tenth birthday, the soulmate bond was cemented like it was for everyone. From that day forward, you'd share scars with your soulmate.

So when your soulmate gained a scar on his leg, perhaps a cut from a branch, you gained the same one. When your soulmate had a surgery, their scar was mirrored on your own stomach.

Likewise, the small scar on your palm from being stabbed with a pencil would've transferred. Or that time you thought It'd be a great idea to try and capture a feral raccoon and gained three scars split between your arm and your collarbone.

Even through everything that you felt like you've gone through with your soulmate, it's been seven long years of being alone.

But at some point, you had stopped caring. Stopped looking at every stranger to find their scars. And then? You started enjoying life.

You became an influencer, started streaming. Found your best friends and true source of happiness. And that was that. A soulmate could come later.

And then later became now.

You weren't disappointed at all, not upset. If anything, you were thrilled. Your best friend, your source of laughter and sunlight, was your soulmate.

Tommy was your soulmate. Tommyinnit.

And then you realized why you couldn't tell him.

Would you rather a soulmate you're dissatisfied with or to never know them? You were forced to answer the question for Tommy, and in the end you protected your own selfish feelings.

Tommy didn't know. He couldn't know! If he did, he'd reject you. That would be worse than any unreturned soulmate bond.

Because Tommy didn't see you in that way. From day one, it was pure friendship. And how did you know? How did you know your soulmate bond was wrong?

Easy.

You asked Wilbur.

In your most vulnerable moment, you messaged Wilbur. You're pretty sure he thought you had a crush on him, so that was the worst (although not wrong).

But the answer was no. Tommy only saw you as a friend.

So that was why you hadn't told you soulmate you were, well, his soulmate. Friendship was better than nothing.

The thing about soulmates was that it wasn't a guarantee. You could still choose not to date them, go off on your own. You could choose to be platonic soulmates. It was a scary gamble.

Hiding your soulmate bond was a lot easier than you thought it would be though. As long as neither of you got a huge scar on their hands or faces, you were set.

And then he had to ruin everything.

-

"A hot spring." You repeat, holding the door to your apartment open.

"Yeah." Tommy nods. "Come on!"

"I- I have to get permission, and pack-"

"Already got it." Wilbur says, waving his phone in the air. "And pack now. Two nights. Three days. Go."

"Wha-" you sputter.

Wilbur went above your head to get you to go, but why? He didn't know about the soulmate thing. Something weird was going on there, but you had bigger problems.

If you went, they'd know.

"Your parents said, quote, you need to get out of the house." Wilbur adds on.

Great. So you were being forced into this.

"Fine. Come in if you want, I guess. It'll be a minute."

"Bring YouTube friendly stuff." Tommy laughs, barging his way into your house.

Perfect. An out.

"I have Coke's in my fridge if you want one." You call out, running up your stairs to pack.

"Sweet!"

You pack as fast as you can while still being mindful of what you grab. There wasn't enough room for extras in your little duffel bag, so you just had to hope it'd be fine.

Just like you had to hope the entire vlog would be fine. Nothing would go wrong.

Right?

-

"Alright children, we're here." Phil's words pierce the fog of your sleep, drawing you out of its gentle grasp.

The car had pulled you into sleep at some point, and that was entire Tommy's fault. If he hadn't decided to tell you last minute at seven in the fucking morning then you would've been more awake!

Speaking of Tommy, your head was resting on his shoulder. You had actually googled why you two always seemed to gravitate towards each other. At tables you always managed to sit together, when walking you walked together. It was something with how soulmates subconsciously wanted to be near each other.

But he didn't seem to mind, so you took what you could.

"Sorry." You murmur, a yawn following. "Your fault for getting me up at the ass crack of dawn."

"Seven." He scoffs.

"Same thing."

"If you two don't shut up right now I will dismember you both." Tubbo complains, lightly hitting his head against the window.

"Calm down." Wilbur scolds. "We're here so you have to get up anyways."

"Fuck. Tommy, why did this have to be so early?!"

"Sorry man."

"What the fuck?!" You exclaim. "Tubbo gets an apology but I dont?!"

"You called it the ass crack of dawn." He teases. "He didn't."

"Fuck off."

"Get out of the car." Phil sighs, unlocking the doors.

They all stumble out into the dewy morning, stretching as they do. The hot spring resort actually looks pretty cute. You can't deny that you're excited.

"They don't allow kids to room by themselves so Tubbo and Tommy are together, and Phil is with Kristen who is coming later." Wilbur reports, reading off his phone before looking down at you. "So you're with me. Everyone cool?"

That's fine, you don't mind that. Wilbur's pretty cool to room with, if you have to pick an opinion. At least he has a concept of when to go to sleep.

"We aren't fucking kids." Tommy grumps, already vlogging.

"Yeah yeah." Wilbur waves a hand in the air.

"Let's check in, settle into our rooms, then explore the place." Phil suggests.

"Last one there is a loser." Tommy cries, running off.

"Hey!" You yell back, racing after him.

Tubbo's quick to follow.

-

The hot spring resort is cozy in a cool way. Cabin-like, yet modern. You hate to admit it but Tommy was definitely right about this being a cool vlog.

And the hot spring was even cooler. It was definitely hot, that's for sure. Someone had put LED lights in it, making it glow different colors. You took care to twist your leg away from the view of others, hiding the thin scar on your ankle.

A long sleeve swim shirt covered your others scars, much to your pleasure.

Tommy and Tubbo were currently trying to drown Wilbur while you warded off Phil.

"Look, a bird!"

"Mate, I know there's no bird."

"No, but there is. It's a crow. You're the crow father. Look."

"...I'm not looking."

Shit. Okay, you needed something else.

"Is that scar from Kristen?" You blurt, regretting it immediately.

This was the one thing you were meant to stay away from and here you were bringing it up. Phil's eyes immediately soften at the mention of his soulmate, their collective mother.

He brings a hand up to graze at the barely noticeable white line along the top of his forehead.

"Yeah, it was. She fell and hit her head pretty bad. I was freaking out for days."

There was a familiar fondness in his voice, one that you wished you could have.

His expression suddenly changes.

"I've never heard you talk about your soulmate scars."

Oh, shit. Okay, think of a lie.

"I don't have any." You push your hands out, creating ripples.

"Hm. I don't know if I'd rather that or not. At least your soulmate is being safe."

"Yeah." You laugh, albeit nervously.

"Help!" Tommy screams.

You turn around to find Wilbur holding him upside down, repeatedly dunking him in the water. Tubbo is too busy laughing to help so you start on splashing.

"Argh!" Wilbur yells, dropping Tommy completely into the water.

"Yeah bitch!" Tommy cheers once he stands up again.

Your eyes automatically find their way to the scar you share on your arms before darting away again. While your long sleeves covered yours, his short sleeves exposed it.

"Piss off, children."

"Guys, let's see who can hold their breaths underwater the longest! Phil, count us."

In the end, Tubbo wins. Turns out Tommy has the lung capacity of a fucking toddler, making you the second place winner.

By the time they call it quits, you're ready to collapse. Hopefully you do something less tiring tomorrow.

"I love Tommy, but he runs us ragged." Wilbur tells you, collapsing in bed.

"Oh yeah. And we'll do it all again tomorrow."

Unlike him, you climb into your bed with at least a little bit of dignity.

"Weird question, but don't you find it strange that Tommy hasn't found his soulmate yet?" Wilbur asks, hugging a pillow and tilting his head to see you.

Fear clogs your throat up. He can't know. He can't.

"He's always had them on the internet, so his soulmate should've been able to just contact him."

Oh. Thank fucking God.

"Maybe they're not online."

"Maybe. I feel bad for him though. He wants to meet them so bad. We don't exactly give him hope though."

Wilbur, with his scarred hands from guitar, and his undeniable pessimism about his soulmate. How would he react if he knew?

Riddled with guilt, you turn away from him and close your eyes.

-

"Let's get there first and-" Wilbur's eyes widen as he crashes into you, his bright red juice splashing over your very distinctly pale blue swim shirt.

It stains quick, and you hold it away from your body.

"Shit!" He exclaims. "I am so sorry. Do you have anything else you can use?"

"I didn't pack anything extra." You groan. Stupid of you.

"Fuck, me either. I'll go grab a shirt from Tommy or something, he always packs extra."

While he vanishes, you sigh and peel it off. Hopefully it wouldn't stain your skin or anything. Luckily, it didn't seem like it did. Little things.

Of course Wil had to get fruit punch. The worst possible thing to spill on you. Your swim shirt was definitely ruined.

"Got one." Wilbur announces, opening and closing the door. "I'm pretty sure it's merch for a band I recommended but I'm trying not to be hurt by that."

He holds the shirt out, and you reach to take it.

You can pinpoint the exact moment he sees. The exact moment things click together in his head, because the shirt falls to the ground. His eyes, wide and filled with betrayal, give him away.

Shit.

You had to do one thing. One simple thing. And you fucked it up. In the fun excitement of the day you had forgotten all about the soulmate scars.

"Wilbur-" you start, but he doesn't let you finish.

"You told Phil you didn't have any scars."

And yeah, you did. You directly lied.

"Wil-"

"And you're not just anyone's soulmate. I know these scars. You're Tommy's."

"Please." You beg, but you aren't sure for what.

"I thought— you always wore long sleeves. I thought maybe you were hurting yourself, but no. You were lying. You're Tommy's soulmate and you haven't told him."

"You can't tell him." Ah. That's what you're begging for. His silence.

"You're his soulmate!" You duck your head away from gaze. "Do you not like him or something?" He pauses. "Do you not want him to be your soulmate?"

He's got it all backwards, but you don't bother to correct him.

"Wil, I'm begging you not to tell him. Please."

"Why?" He asks, plainly. "Why shouldn't I?"

You open and close your mouth. There're too many reasons, too much to say.

"You can't." You just whisper, voice breaking.

He stares at you for a moment, clearly thinking.

"...the shirt has short sleeves." Wilbur finally responds.

"I'll figure it out. You won't say anything?"

"I won't say anything. You tell him after this vlog is over, though."

Time. Time is all you can buy, and not much at that. But you'll take it.

It'll give you time to move halfway across the world at least! (You're joking. Mostly.)

"Thank you." Your shoulders slump in relief.

"If he figures it out, I'm not going to lie to him." He warns you.

"He won't. He hasn't yet, right?"

This gets Wilbur to laugh quietly. "How'd you do it? How'd you keep it a secret? The soulmate bond must be itching for more."

Lifting your shoulders in a helpless movement, you shrug. "It is."

His eyes soften. "Looking back, it feels stupid not to have known. You two always did find yourselves together more often than not."

"I know." You laugh. "He's a clingy motherfucker."

"That he is. Put the shirt on and I'll meet you outside."

When the door shuts behind him, you hide your hands in your hair and tug. Hard.

It'd be fine. Everything would be absolutely fine.

Hey! What more could you fuck up?

-

Everything was fucked up and you hadn't even told Tommy. Wilbur's gaze was constantly on you, the weight of judgement heavy. Tommy wouldn't even look at you, like he knew you had done something just by your face.

At least Tubbo, Kristen, and Phil were all blissfully ignorant.

Tommy had set down his camera, claiming that he had enough footage, and they were now just having fun for themselves. You had to be careful though. Arms always pointed inwards, hiding yourself.

The vlog was over and the time was out.

Wilbur could say something any minute. He could ruin everything you had worked so hard to build up.

Soulmate bonds weren't just a signal of who was your soulmate, they were a connection. It could only be severed when both parties accepted they didn't want to be together, which Tommy and you hadn't.

Which meant that the bond, for every second you denied it, tugged harder. Wanted you closer. Phil and Kristen were an extremely close soulmate bond, meaning they could feel each other's emotions when they got strong, so at least there were upsides that existed.

"Tubbo! Race me!"

"Did you and Tommy get into a fight?" Kristen asks, wadding closer. Because of course Kristen noticed how you were left out.

"No." You deny.

You and Wilbur did though.

"I'll be right back, I need to plug my phone in." You smile, climbing out of the warm hot spring and heading away.

The second you round the corner, it all comes crashing down.

- Wilbur

He was so conflicted.

You were someone he trusted with his life, a pretty honest person, so this just didn't make sense for you. Besides, you and Tommy were so close! If you didn't have romantic feelings for him you at least had platonic.

So caught up in his thoughts, he doesn't realize Tommy is back from his race until he's getting splashed. Before he can splash him back, Tommy pauses and grabs his arm.

"Ow!" He exclaims.

"What happened?" Wilbur asks, reaching out with no hesitation.

Tommy pulls his hand away from his arm, holding it out. Five little crescent moon marks are bleeding. Not a lot, but it must be enough to leave small scars.

"Aw, mate." Phil sighs. "Did you do that?"

"No, I think it's my soulmate."

You.

You were alone right now and, by the looks of it, digging your fingernails into your arm.

"Glad they keep first aid kits around for times like this." Kristen laughs, holding it out to Phil.

"I'll be right back." Wilbur blurts out, hopping out of the hot springs and running off in the direction you went.

If Tommy was getting hurt, so were you.

- You

This was a mess.

You didn't know what to do; letting Wilbur say something was like a cop-out, but telling Tommy yourself was too hard. And then your previous choice of not saying anything wasn't available anymore.

God.

"You're hurting yourself." Wilbur says gently.

Your head snaps up in surprise. When did he get here?

You were a pathetic sight right now. Knees drawn up to your chest, red eyes from crying. So shaken by the idea of losing the friendship of your soulmate.

Finally, the pain in your arm registers. Your crossed arms had allowed you to pierce the skin with your nails without even realizing.

"Shit." You hiss, holding it out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Don't apologize."

It's already stopped bleeding, so you wipe the drops away.

"...is this about the soulmate thing?"

You nod miserably. "I know I should tell him, but I'm scared. I don't want to lose his friendship."

"You can be platonic soulmates."

That was true. Rare as it was, platonic soulmates existed.

"But that won't work." You whisper, staring away.

"Why- oh. You like him more than a friend."

"Yeah. And if I tell him about the soulmate bond then he'll ask and if he asks and I tell him it'll fuck everything up."

"How do you know?"

Trying to fit yourself smaller, you sniffle.

"You told me."

"...I did?"

"Yeah. It was about a year ago."

"Oh." He says softly. "I remember that.I wasn't- I didn't ask him. He always said he wanted to wait for his soulmate, and I thought you weren't his so... shit. Fuck, I'm sorry."

Wait, what?

That wasn't possible.

You had not been denying your soulmate bond because of something that wasn't even true.

"If it helps, I think if it were anyone, I'd want it to be you. He does like you, at least as a friend. I wouldn't be surprised if it was something more."

"What?"

Wilbur shrugs. "It's you two. When I grabbed you the extra shirt, he told me no at first. When I told him it was for you and not me, he changed his mind. I don't know for sure, but I'd say there's a pretty good chance."

That's...

That's all you wanted. A chance. If there was just a chance, you'd take it in a heartbeat. But what if Wilbur was reading it wrong?

"So, Tommy, huh?" Wilbur laughs.

"Yeah." You sigh. "Tommy."

"Good. You two need each other, I think."

"Kind of weird, but okay."

The pressure on your chest had been relieved, and you both smile at your words. The mood was effectively lightened.

"I kind of ran away so we should really get back." He sheepishly admits.

"Ran away?"

"Tommy started bleeding." He nods towards your arm.

"Fuck."

"Hey, it's okay. No worries. Just... tell him when you can. Better sooner than later."

"I will." And this time you mean it.

"Let's go then."

-

Tommy, ever the pianist, is playing. It's only been two days since the trip and whatever weird feelings he had that last night disappeared.

"Fuck yeah." He says, nodding. "I am the master."

"Sure." You roll your eyes.

His playing now done, he takes a seat on his bed next to you. Maybe even a little too close, because you can't unsee it now.

This was it. It was a rare moment where you didn't have a topic, and it was perfect.

"There's something you need to know."

Tommy can be serious sometimes, contrary to popular belief. Right now, he perks up, a serious look on his face as he waits for you to continue.

"Okay. What's up? Is everything okay?"

You'll kill Wilbur if he was wrong. For a second you fidget with the ends of your sleeves, contemplating.

"Um."

And that was it. That was all that came out of your mouth despite everything that you needed to say.

"Sorry." You laugh anxiously.

Tommy, noticing your moving fingers, grabs your hand and gives a reassuring squeeze. This. You didn't want to lose this.

But at the same time, you wanted to gain so much more.

"I'm your soulmate."

Tommy drops your hand. "Funny." He says in a way that promises he didn't find it funny at all.

"I'm serious."

"You don't have any soulmate scars."

This was the hard part to explain. Your lying. So you don't. You just turn your body towards his and tugs your shirt collar lower to reveal the scar along your collarbone.

"Wha- how long have you known?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

Your hands drop to your lap, this time enclosed in each other. You close them tighter.

"A year."

"What?" His voice has lost it's edge where he's nearly shouting, now just hurt. Shock.

It's worse. It's so much worse.

All or nothing, you've come this far. Right?

Right.

"I was scared?" It comes out like a question but you keep going. "Soulmates can choose not to reciprocate and I asked Wilbur-"

"Wilbur knows?!"

"Only for three days. I made him promise not to say anything. But I asked a vague question a year ago and..."

And yeah. That's it.

"You didn't tell me." He finishes. "You didn't tell me that we're soulmates. But we- we can be platonic soulmates! Those exist!"

Oh. Wilbur was wrong. But this was better than nothing.

"Yeah. Yeah, we could-"

Before you can finish, his lips are on yours.

It's just for a second, barely anything, but you freeze. That wasn't platonic. Not platonic at all.

"Sorry." He immediately apologizes, eyes wide. "I'm sorry. I just- I had to. One time. Then we're platonic. I get it, you only feel platonically towards me, I'll-"

"I only feel platonically for you?" You repeat. "What? You feel platonically for me!"

"...I think there's been a miscommunication."

"No shit. So... what?"

You're so confused. Did he have platonic feelings or romantic? Because you knew yours.

"So I like you. Like, really really like you. But if you don't... we can be friends."

Fuck, Wilbur was actually right for once. How long had he felt like this? How long were you missing out?

"No. I- I really like you too. I just thought you didn't like me!"

"Right." He nods. "So I can kiss you again?"

You laugh, and he takes that as his answer.

[dexiiexox]

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Hello !❀˖°

Before I start I would like to apologize for any spelling mistakes or wrong grammar, english is not my native language, thanks !

This is technically my 7th post on Tumblr, but I havent posted in.. a good while. I doubt anyone even remembers, but I posted some imagines and headcanons, that I now have privated.

I privated them all mostly becuase I`m honestly not into writing like that anymore and it also feels pretty wierd to me now(ㅠ﹏ㅠ) NO HATE THOUGH ! I respect fan written stuff so much, and I used to love it so much, but I think i might have just outgrown it? I turned 19 this year and A LOT has changed in my life the last few years.

But more about why I`m making THIS post ! •ᴗ•

For some reason blogging has been so appealing to me lately, and its gonna make me work more on my english again ! I used to love writing and my english was honestly pretty good, but after I stopped writing it went so downhill to be honest ·‿· yay. So I will start blogging ! Wether people tune in or not is honestly not that important to me, Im just doing this for myself, but if you decide to follow along, you`re very welcome ! ♡⸜(ˆᗜˆ˵ )⸝♡

Right now Im realy unsure if Im going to do a sort of introduction right now, or if I`m going to make it a whole seperate post?

I do want to be real and honest here though, but I dont want to share too much about myself, mostly for privacy reasons and becuase the internet is a scary place ˙◠˙ But I`ll still be me ! ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

I think I`ll just have a little introduction right now and if anyone reads this has questions they can ask :> yuuuuuhhhh

First of, I go by dexiiexox, but more simply its just dexie or dex, whatever floats your boatദ്ദി( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I am 19, as I previously stated, turned 19 this year

I am female and go by she/her

I love South Park (I`m obsessed actuallyദ്ദി ≽^⎚˕⎚^≼ .ᐟ)

I enjoy a lot of shows/movies, but some I used to love a lot more a few years ago. Like Wayne, which is actually the reason I joined Tumblr.... ( °ヮ° ) SIDE STORY↴

I somehow found the show WAYNE, dont remember how or when, but after watching it I was looking into headcanons or imagines about it on google and found a post on Tumblr, I had never used or heard of it before, but I made an account and I was mindblown seeing this platform and it became my go to app for so long.

I was SUCH a Potterhead like.. 3 years ago I`d say. Looking back... I hate it, but at the same time I enjoyed it so much back then and I would just dream about it all day long, wishing it was all real. It was really my escape from reality.

I also fell into the TMR fandom (The Maze Runner). It also became a comfort show to me, but that faze didnt last very long. Still love the movies though, same for Harry Potter.

I just really like watching stuff and I honestly need to have something running in the background when doing legit anything(ㅠ﹏ㅠ) Like right now... I have some youtube video about South Park characters in the background while I write...

I really enjoy drawing and thats also something Im working on ! Like writing, I used to draw and paint a lot when I was younger, but I stopped that as well for some reason. So last year I bought a sketchbook to work oon finding my own art style and expressing my feelings through "art" ( ᵔ ᴗ ᵔ ) And Im really enjoying it right now !

I added only 3 photos, but one is a pink jellyfish and the 2 other are drawings of Stan and Kyle from South Park•ᴗ• The Stan and Kyle drawings looked better before I decided to outline them (legit regretting it so much) I found the shittiest pen ever becuase I coulndt find one with a small tip :,) I`m still trying to figure out my art style so please dont hate.. 𓁹‿𓁹 HEH.

I do enjoy fashion, but I wouldnt say my style is that great, especially on the daily. That is mostly becuase I currently work in a kindergarten and I dont want to wear clothes is actually care about at work, so I end up in just sweats and some old sweater (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

I honestly dont really hang out with friends a whole lot anymore, but Im trying to do more with them now that spring is on its way ! Like this weekend, Ive asked some friends to go grilling and I`m really excited !(∩˃o˂∩)♡ YIPPIEEEEE !

All in all this blogg is just gonna be my own little space to let our feelings, work on my english and document things in my life !

I think this is long enough for now ! If you read all of this youre an actuall warriorᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ And thank you soooo much for reading !! hihihiᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

untill next time !

-dexie❀˖°

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[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ A BRIEF WIPS OVERVIEW.

Hello! I am not good with deadlines, especially when I set them myself. This post was supposed to be up three days ago, but it’s finally here! I’m very excited to share these projects as they were all created from different periods of my life, going back four years at the most.

These will be very short intros, but each WIP mentioned here will have a proper, detailed post when it’s time. The projects also aren’t listed in sequential order of when I’ll post about them with the exception of the first WIP.

A heads-up, most of these are romance since I used to write only romance. It was only about two years ago since I decided to finally branch out, and those stories will be coming soon! For now, I still have to figure out how to write characters that have a way higher IQ than I do…

On we go to the WIPs!

WHEN ART TALKS

— currently undergoing the first draft. — first person — a college romance where a reserved poet who is afraid of public perception connects with an outspoken musician due to their preference on using words as their art medium. — contains late night walk convos, cigarette smoking, passionate rambles, and microwaved meals. — “‘Why do we care about them when it’s our story to tell? We live our truth, we speak our truth, and we have to trust that it’s good enough because it’s all we got. The message will be received by those who are meant to hear it.’”

BLIND SECOND CHANCES

— currently undergoing the first draft. — dual first person — an adult romance in which ex-friends turned (unofficial) ex-lovers from high school decide to explore the old feelings that resurface when crossing paths eight years later. — lots of reminiscing, betrayal, weekly wine nights, and fancy dates. — “‘You’re holding onto a love from a situation where we didn’t even know our place in the world yet. We spent nearly eight years growing into the people we are now, so you need to be prepared for our dynamic to look and feel different because we aren’t the same kids we once were.’”

TO NEW BEGINNINGS

— brainstorming complete, drafting to begin soon. — third person, still deciding on the type — an adult romance story of a woman who decides it’s time to start over on a blank canvas, and meets a booked and busy workaholic along the way. — roller skating, painting, solo adventures, and plant shopping. — “‘It’s scary to deviate from your current life and start anew when your life no longer serves you or your purpose. But I’m not equipped for misery, so I’ll be damned trying to save a life that lost the chance of saving forever ago.’”

UNTITLED ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

— currently a 3am one-liner, brainstorming begins soon — pov to be determined, leaning towards third person limited. — an apocalyptic fiction where a teenage girl fights everyday to survive in an ongoing zombie apocalypse with hopes of finding her younger sister. — found family, zombie slaying, survival vs. morality, and, uh… death. — “She looked at every colorless home she walked by and wondered what stories could be told. What every stored memory that slipped through the cracks consisted of and the emotions they’d provoke. If the lives that once occupied these spaces were unfortunately fortunate enough to make it out like she did. If they constantly watched the memories flash before their eyes as they realized those would be the last batch of joyful, painless memories; how remembering became torturous and insufferable, but is all they have to remind them of their own humanity.”

UNTITLED TWISTED BONNIE & CLYDE

— currently a 3am one-liner, brainstorming begins soon — first person peripheral or third person limited — a dark and twisted romance where two toxic lovers are at the beginning of an inevitable end and play fire with fire the entire way through. — manipulation, heists, lies, and expensive jewelry. — “The venom drips off of every word she says. She watches every last drop seep into my skin and become one with the blood that runs through my veins. How it attempts to shut down my body in hopes that I’ll beg for mercy in my final moments of weakness. That I’ll surrender my life into her hands as those soulless and apathetic eyes beam with some sick and twisted excitement. But I am sick and twisted too. We are two bodies wrapped in the same snake skin, and a snake cannot get poisoned by its own venom.”

PAST LIFE LOVER

— redoing the brainstorm process — first person or objective third person (quote will be in third person) — a soulmate, young adult romance in which a girl who no longer believes in love suddenly gets pulled in by the new barista at her favorite hangout spot. — love at first sight, breakfast deliveries, denial, and baking. lots of baking. — “Then there it was. The locking of the eyes where the inability to look away grows more and more intense with each passing second. They didn’t even know each other, but something in their eyes told them that there was a home waiting for them within each other’s souls.”

ANGEL AND KEN*

— currently on the backburner, brainstorming resumes once past life lover is complete. — prequel to past life lover. — *very much a temporary title — first person or objective third person — a 50’s historical romance where a pessimistic single mother is convinced to see the greener side of the grass by a jazz musician who looks at life through a rose-colored lens. — jazz clubs, slow dancing, tea parties, and red corvettes — “‘Why shut yourself out from the world when there are people like me that have waited for you to waltz right into their life? I know, the modern day world is frightening and filled with so much hatred that it’s hard to find happiness through it all. But people find a purpose to wake up every morning because of that one person that casts the brightest light. You’re my sun in a world full of darkness, and I hope to be the moon that reflects your light when you’re no longer visible in the sky.’”

I know I keep saying it, but I truly can’t wait to properly share these projects. I just hope everyone will enjoy reading it all and find comfort within these characters :)

I will post the the detailed summary for When Art Talks either on Monday or Tuesday (please yell at me if i don’t follow through omg), and the character intros should follow closely behind!

divider creds to strangergraphics ♡

[fireycircus]

Ok it’s 2 am right now and instead of trying to sleep I’ve been thinking about how I feel about Usopp post time-skip and his character progression cuz I see a bunch of people have problems with it but I honestly like it. I just want to put my thoughts into the ring

So, most of my thoughts about him base on my own generalized anxiety disorder and how I’ve coped with it. I don’t think people consider that people with anxiety issues will struggle with it for life. It makes sense to me that Usopp continues to have moments where he runs away from the problem at hand despite his personal growth over the time-skip.

Usopp’s character growth isn’t about never running away or being “strong”. It’s about being brave, doing things despite how scary they are. It’s about him becoming more confident in himself and realizing he has a place on the crew.

People probably don’t think that Usopp changes much after time-skip because hasn’t he always been doing this? Well, yeah he has but the difference here is how he copes with the things that scare him. He does that better, and he doesn’t need to use a fake persona like in the past. He can be himself now.

I think the best example is in Dressrosa because of how much time he gets in the spotlight there. The first time he faces Sugar he runs away, but he’s a lot faster to realize he can’t do that than in the past. He accepts the challenge without the use of his Sogeking persona (which is a HUGE step). He gets it done and when it’s time to face her again he isn’t afraid at all. He’s being hunted down by a giant mob and yet he has his eyes on the prize.

The significance to me lies in my own experience. My flight response is so overwhelming that it’s impossible for me to think clearly at first. I’ve only started being able to calm myself down in 10 minutes versus the hours it used to take.

I get like this over things like writing a paper. Usopp gets like that over fighting for his life. I think that makes his actions pretty reasonable. It’s hard for me to exactly put it into words, but the growth for him lies in being able to get focused and stay focused after that initial flight response. I hope that makes sense to other people that aren’t me.

One last thought that’s semi-related. The scene in Wano that everyone likes to shit on Usopp for. Can we stop and think for half a second and realize that he would be acting just like Nami was if he was in her place.

There’s a list of priorities for Usopp when he’s in trouble that’s different for when others are in trouble. It’s something he shares with a lot of other members of the crew. If he’s in trouble in a situation where people are dissing Luffy, he will make up a whole speech on why they’re wrong about him. If another crew member is in trouble, their safety comes first. We’ve literally seen this happen before, why are people freaking out about it?

Plus, it’s not as if Luffy would get mad at him for it. His crew’s lives are more important than his pride. That’s been a thing all the way back since drum island with Vivi telling him to stand down for Nami’s sake. He’s learned that lesson as a captain. So it would make no sense for it to be a problem when Usopp does it. Especially since Luffy’s gained such a deep understanding of Usopp and how his mind operates after Water 7.

Ok rant over. I’m sorry if this is kind of incoherent, I’ve got a lot to say and don’t always know the best way to explain it. I’d be happy to know if other people have thought about this stuff too. Thank you for listening Usopp nation.

[asco-bisco]

School Bus Graveyard Stereotypical Personality(?) AU

so i posted this on ao3 and im gonna delete the chapter with all this info but i still wanted to get this out js incase anyone is interested

Ashlyn Banner: The Introverted High School Girl

- I'm just getting a lot of Tall Girl vibes but I never watched the movie

- Still has the same personality but I might write a bunch of cringy ahh y/n stuff

- She still likes dogs just because

- She absolutely despises EVERYONE on a more alarming level (she hates Tyler)

- She pesters Taylor about wearing makeup

- She listens to Prom Dress by mxmtoon (at least she's supposed to give off the vibe)

- Still does ballet

- I don’t know how to run her under a stereotype without making her a ‘quirky’ girl or a pick me girl

Aiden Clark: Your Pyscotic Mosquito

- He has no concept of personal space (as usual)

- He needs to give off the annoying stalker vibe or creepy vibe, not the one everyone simps for

- Kinda stalks people (he knows where everyone in his group lives)

- He pulls pranks on people he doesn't like (He does the whoopie cushion prank on Tyler)

- I guess 10x crazier and maybe not as caring--if the roof thing with Ashlyn happened again, he'd probably call others to help instead or would end up inside the house before it even happened

- I don't know anymore

Ben Clark: Quiet Unpopular Kid

- He doesn't care about your well-being (idk)

- He's still the medic of the team though, if that makes sense

- His trauma is still there but his anger issues just exist, they don't get triggered from bullying though they just exist ig

- Maybe that's why he's unpopular

- I don't know if he should still live with Aiden or not

- I wanna make him mean idk y but he prob won't be

- He doesn't get as flustered as he does in the webtoon, like y'know those moments where he's just cute asf (maybe that's just me) but those moments don't exist anymore

Logan Fields: Nerdy Astronomy-Loving Boy

- He still has W shooting skills

- He's way shyer though like he full-on goes "U-Uhm, I-I-I-I-I t-th-thi-think we-w-we-we s-should g-g-go n-n-n-n-n-n-n-now"

- the stuttering is not that much tho (i would DIE writing that)

- Tyler and Aiden pick on him a lot (not together though, in their own time)

- Aiden purposely gets Logan to do things he doesn't want to do like face a phantom or go patrolling just to see him squirm and cry

- Whether or not he becomes the sassy S2 Logan we know is a secret (and to be decided)

- He sticks around Taylor a lot because Tyler and Aiden are basically bullies and Ashlyn and Ben are too scary to be around (they're both quiet people who give you death stares)

Taylor Hernández: Nice Popular Girl

- She loves everyone and teases her brother a lot

- She still has trauma (joking about it is how she copes)

- She is kind to EVERYONE but if you share lip gloss/mascara with her, you're keeping it forever (she doesn't want your germs)

- She’s blunt and doesn’t think before she speaks

- so passive aggressive it’s not okay

- The only person she doesn’t love is Barron and his friends

Tyler Hernández: Rude Popular Jock

- He hates everyone that aren’t his friends

- His ego is so high it’s not okay

- He loves Tay and Tay only

- He kind of makes sure everyone is in check unconsciously because he likes to nag others

- He picks on Logan and Ashlyn for their height (he leans on them)

- Mention his dad and he just might shoot you

- Doesn’t like physical bullying but if you give him a chance to insult you, he will do it

- He might end up fighting Ben if he ticks him off, that’s to be decided tho

[cryptid-writing]

similar to [this post] but here's a collection of fic prompts and concepts for general Mysterio (not mcu) that I've thought about over the past 2 years that are of a more mature type.

this will probably be a little long, but please feel free to take one and go for it or even more if you have any further ideas and would like to write any of these. I would love to see some of these be brought to reality and fill up the Quentin x reader tag on ao3 (minus mcu, there's only 6 fics..)

again, just like the other post: I will add more as I think of them. but please enjoy these, I'm a little shy/embarrassed to be sharing these jkdhfsdj but I hope y'all enjoy them!

..Listen. I know we all find him hot. his costume is extremely sexy, okay. most of these can be summed up as "getting intimately acquainted with the man in costume". I am a very simple and basic woman, I'm sorry. I know what I like and want. and it's Mysterio.

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- You've been dating Mysterio for awhile.. and he wants to treat you to a little karaoke night. You're not much for singing and he knows this, that's why he's reserved a special room to put on a special little show just for you. Truth be told, he's a bit nervous and hopes this goes well.. after all. He's gonna be giving you a little lap dance in full costume. Serenading you with song and dance.

- Just some good ole Mysterio using his illusions to create dupes of himself (making the reader giggle and kick their feet internally). Surely that won't lead to him getting jealous of his own clones while tending to his beloved and trying to fight them off for dominance?

- How do you suppose he'd react to finding out that your deepest desire is him when you're placed inside the Mysterium? Him being very talkative and excited, but as soon as he sees himself in the illusions.. he stammers and goes quiet. Awkward silence as the illusion does its own thing.. walking towards you, greeting you.. Does Quentin leave the control room to meet you in the illusion room? Or does he remain and simply watch with curiosity to see how this plays out.. after all, it IS based on your desires.. I think the thought of someone being so desiring of HIM would certainly stroke his ego. Make him a little crazy.. ;)

- Have you considered the reader being the spider-person and tying Mysterio up sexily in their webs? I bet if the feelings are mutual, he'd be very into it and giving a bit of banter to keep things going. Things are going to get very interesting if this keeps up between the two.. and they're both very very invested in this little two-player game.

- Listen. I just want him to touch me like he did to the Tablet of Order & Chaos in Shattered Dimensions. I'm sorry. The way he just.. runs his stupid sexy clawed gloved hand along the tablet as he dips his voice and says "to have a taste.. of the real thing.. ahaha..!" I need him whimpering.

- Mysterio playing "villain" with the reader who is the spider-person (literally) and it's just them. there's no real big event happening, they're just doing this as a little fun play thing. Reader is giggling and enjoying every minute of this as Mysterio is playing his part, oh the things he's saying, the way he keeps getting closer. The way he touches them.. it makes them melt and flustered. Mysterio is also enjoying every minute of this, getting one heck of an ego stroke from how much they love and trust him, even when he's "trying" to be all scary and intimidating.. It just makes things all the more.. titillating for them both. ;)

- I just.. come on. Spider-person!Reader and TSSM Beck.. he isn't in his Mysterio outfit, but is instead in his suit.. reader is in costume and.. well.. both of them have always had a nagging thought about how badly they wanted the other while in those clothes.. and now they have the chance to act on that little thought and live it out.

- This. Just this:

[allylikethecat]

Happy New Year!

I wanted to apologize for dropping completely off the face of the interwebs so suddenly I know that no one expects any kind of explanation but I got a bunch of really nice asks which I promise I WILL respond to in the coming days and so I feel like I owe all y’all wonderful people one?

Matty had said / done somethings in real life that I didn’t agree with, and as a result I decided I wanted to take a little time off from fic writing to kind of come to terms IRL Matty vs Fictional!Matty - the plan was to work on some more Hockey RPF and Top Gun stuff.

BUT THEN

Life just life-ed really hard. I went to a horse show, then after we got home Pop coliced really badly and while he did NOT have to have surgery, thankfully, it was really scary and stressful for a bit there, and then he just wasn’t really doing all that hot after. He’s going to be 18 in 2025 and was also down and thrashing / kicking pretty violently before they found him, since of course what better time to colic than 3am on the coldest day of the year, and potentially hurt himself a bit while doing it. Then it was a “why did he colic” situation and they thought maybe he had ulcers, but he actually doesn’t which is shocking in a show horse and now he’s on probiotics and I wake up in a blind panic every night worrying about him.

Then I was out of town (something I debated still doing after Pop got sick but my vet told me to go) on a family trip to celebrate that my mother’s cancer hadn’t gotten worse (yay!). Then I got back and Pop decided he was over all of the taking it slow stuff, so he spooked and dumped me. It was the first time I had fallen off him in over a year and a half and he stepped on me on my way down 💀 Luckily nothing was broken but I was bruised as shit - both from where I fell and also from where he stepped on me. Luckily it’s winter so no one has to look at the lovely purple hoof shaped bruise on my thigh or the one on my ass / hip / back. He fully felt very bad that I fell off and stood over me with concern instead of running away which I appreciated.

I’m also moving the second week of January so finding a new place to live was also super stressful, because moving! Then I lost my job just in time to fly back to visit family for the holidays. BUT luckily, I worked for a consulting company, and the company I consulted on called me up and hired me directly so your girl is employed again after the most whirl wind stressful few days. I think I have new gray hairs. December was not my month lol

BUT it’s now a new year, where I’ll be going into a new (old) job, a new apartment, and hopefully no new bruises and a healthy pony! With everything going on something just had to give, and the thing that ended up giving was tumblr / writing fic. I did however read NINTY books this year so I was super excited about that. All the time I had previously spent on the internet ended up being time reading.

I hope to get back into writing soon - I know I owe y’all a new chapter of On a Friday and I actually was able to sit down and work on some of that today.

If you made it to the bottom of this, thank you so, so much for reading this long rambling over sharing post, my fics and just being so wonderful and supportive. I appreciate you all more than you even know and I look forward to writing fic and chatting about it again soon! I hope you have a wonderful, happy New Year, because 2025 is going to be the best yet!

❤️Ally