#and then wearing a mask for a few hours in class and ending up feeling overstimulated and murderous

[kimabutch]

TRAGIC: local transmasc wants to grow out their first beard but small hairs against face masks are so so so so so so so itchy

#I’m in a constant cycle of growing it out a bit #and then wearing a mask for a few hours in class and ending up feeling overstimulated and murderous #and shaving it all off and vowing to keep it that way #only to forget a few weeks later #second puber t #about me

[babygorewhore]

Scream for me

Eddie Munson x fem OC

Summery: Eddie Munson, a music major at college is secretly in love with Sammy, or as he calls her, Cobain. But he’s never gotten the chance to ask her out especially with a masked murderer roaming the streets of Hawkins. But he’ll find that the killer is much closer than he thinks.

AU-Scream Universe 🔪

WC. 6k.

This is a shared universe with my girl, Dolly @xxhellfirebunnyxx Our love for these movies and Stranger things inspired us to create our own characters for these fics. Please keep in mind these OCs have self inserted inspired looks but they are still readable. If you’re a scream fan, we’re sure you’ll appreciate the quotes. Eddie refers to her as Cobain. But her name is Sammy.

Warnings! 18plus! Violence! Details of murders! Character is killed off. Slight mention of deadbeat dad, Eddie is a perv. Male masterbation, hints at female masterbation, knife play, oral male recieving, degrading, spit, Dom Oc, sub Eddie, unprotected PnV

“I can’t believe Chrissy is dead, man.” Jonathan sighed as he adjusted his camera bag. Eddie gave him a side glance as they walked on the sidewalk to get to their next classes.

“Yeah, me either. It’s fucking insane.” Eddie answered, resisting the urge to look at his phone again. The images and news report of her corpse was the hot topic of Hawkins and the college.

This was the third murder of this killer stalking the streets. None of them were even connected until Chrissy.

His father and Jonathan’s father were murdered a year ago. A few weeks apart. He wished he could say either of them were sad about it. But they were all killed with a large hunting knife. Each more violent than the last. His uncle Wayne told him about the murder and Eddie attended the funeral. Barely feeling anything except relief. Jonathan was the same way. But he worried about Will’s state of mind.

Eddie and Jonathan started to part ways in the entry way of the building. “I’ll see you after class, Eddie.”

He sped walked to his music class, he was still in theory. Eddie wanted to erase how he used to be in high school. So he made sure to always be early.

After hours of theory, many notes and contemplating if he was even learning anything, it ended and he was free to hang out with his small circle of friends.

Well.

To hang out with her.

It was embarrassing really. How much he liked her. Eddie tried to always wear his nicest jeans and band shirts. Even if he was teased for being a simp by the asshole Harrington. Eddie breathed in the fresh air and made his way to the spot his friends claimed earlier in the semester. He chewed his lips in anticipation as he rounded the corner.

His breath caught in his throat and he almost dropped his bag. Eddie always felt like he got hit by a bus when he saw her. She was walking to the spot. Two benches next to the courtyard. He tried to smile normally. But he probably looked he was in a toothpaste commercial.

Samantha and her best friend Willow walked together arm and arm. But everyone called her Sammy and Willow was Bunny. But Eddie had his own name for her. Something no one else had.

“Hey, Cobain. Hey bunny.” He waved and they both did too.

Cobain’s clothes were always dark. Loose, comfortable sweaters, patterned pants or dresses. She always wore converse or combat boots. Her hair was bright pink and curly. Her curves filled out her current dark green sweater that reached her thigh. Her eyes coated in thick eyeliner.

Bunny was the opposite. Smaller in height and figure. Her white hair was long and she always wore light colors. Like an angel. She had big doe eyes that Jonathan was obsessed with. Bunny was Jonathan’s girl. She just didn’t know it yet.

Eddie called Sammy cobain because the first time he saw her, she wore a Nirvana shirt and she stood up to Jason when he asked her to name more than three songs in the courtyard when she was trying to find a spot to read.

But then the dick decided to get aggressive and Eddie scared him off. He was obsessed already when Sammy gave him a dimpled smile. “Uh. Thanks, Eddie.”

“How-you already-“

“Come on. Everyone knows the most metal guy in Corraded Coffin. I’ve come to a couple sets.”

He immediately fell in love with her. Eddie slung an arm around her shoulders, slouching down.

“Well, my lady. I certainly can’t tease you about Nirvana, Ms. Cobain. Not when she’s a fan.” She told him quietly her real name.

Eddie allowed both girls to sit before he did and he slumped beside Cobain. Her lips were coated in gloss. And it was sticking out of her bag. Their knees touched and he was getting warm. He kept glancing at her chest. It was rising and falling softly. He wanted to squeeze them and fuck-

“How are you ladies? Did you guys stay awake during class?” He tried to focus on her eyes but it was really fucking hard by the way she kept adjusting her silver heart necklace.

Bunny and Cobain snorted. “I tried not to freak out when I checked my phone.” She tucked a pink strand behind her ear and Bunny held her arm tighter.

“It’s so scary. This guy is getting crazy with killing people. I-I don’t ever want to be alone.”

“You girls don’t need to worry. You’re always together and besides. You have m-“

“Hey guys,” Eddie wanted to scream at the sound of Robins voice but both Bunny and Cobain grinned and ushered the rest of the group over.

Robin, her girlfriend Marina, Steve and Jonathan settled around.

Robin started babbling, “Another murder? This dude is officially considered a serial killer. And did you notice-“

“Fuck, Robin. Can we at least sit down before you start talking about the gross details?” Steve cut her off and earned a small glare from Marina.

“Nice seeing you guys,” Eddie moved over as Robin and Marina wedged themselves on either side of Cobain and then himself.

Both girls smiled at the other girls but Bunny gave Jonathan a shy wave as he sat next to Steve on the other bench.

“Go ahead, Robin.” Cobain told her. Fuck she was always so nice.

“Thank you, Sammy. Did you notice how Chrissy is the only victim who’s not directly related to anyone in this group? Like the pattern that connected the killings is also separating them?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that either. Is there a point in there?” Steve called out and crossed his arms. Eddie rolled his eyes. King Steve involved in a conversation that wasn’t about him must have been painful.

“I’m saying that it’s probably a distraction! I mean imagine how strong you have to be to slice and gut somebody!” Cobain and Bunny cringed. Eddie had the urge to cover her ears.

“God-how do you…gut someone?” Cobain asked and glanced at Eddie.

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Steve answered with a smirk.

“Hey, it’s called tact you fuck rag.” Eddie interrupted. Deciding to throw a dig at him, he added. “Didn’t you use to date Chrissy?”

“Yeah, for like two seconds. She wasn’t crazy like that at first.” Steve always shoved back.

“Didn’t she dump you for a chance at Jason?” Marina added while Robin held her leg.

“Oh, I didn’t hear about that.” Eddie challenged.

“She’s full of shit. I only decided to pop in because with all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew. So in a couple days I’m throwing a party. Bring a lot of booze and whatever.”

“Are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Robin adjusted in her spot, throwing her arm around Marina and Bunny.

“What? Are you saying I killed her?” Steve scoffed and adjusted his stupid hair.

“It would make a lot of sense actually.”

“No, he couldn’t have. It would take a strong man to do something like that that.” Cobain’s response made everyone laugh.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off her in that moment, her dimples and her pink hair falling around her shoulders. As the laughter died down, he noticed in her open bag that she had a variety of pens. Without thinking, he was quick to snatch one. Just one so it wouldn’t be noticed.

Eddie fucking wished he could say it was the only thing he stole from her. “Eddie, do you mind giving me a ride home? Bunny has plans with Jonathan.” Cobain turned to face him head on and Eddie couldn’t help but almost choke.

“It’s okay if you can’t-“ Cobain went to say but he shook his head.

“No! No! I’d love to! My chariot waits for you mlady. And I assure to Bunny she will arrive safely later as I assume you will be having a sleepover?”

“Thank you, Eddie. I know that you’re usually at band practice but-“

He went to tell her that he would lay in traffic for her but then she laid her head on his shoulder. Granted it was only three seconds. Eddie instinctively went to wrap his arm around her but she stood up. Giving Bunny a quick squeeze.

“I’m ready when you are, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to think of rational reasons to tell her why his seat would look slightly damp or why he would have to quickly shove a pile into a corner. Which would include…pens…a pair of underwear he stole…a bra and he was almost ashamed of it but there was also a guitar pick that she touched.

“Uh, just one second, Cobain, let me do something real quick.” Eddie ripped open the backseat of his car and swept all his stolen shit to the corner and quickly stood tall.

She was glancing at the window and he circled around the car. Opening the passenger seat. “Here you go,” Eddie knew he needed to dial it back as she ducked her pink head down and climbed into the car.

“Pull it together, Munson.” He whispered to himself before getting in on his side.

Eddie automatically went to press the power button for music before he stopped. No, he wanted to talk to her. Not listen-

“Hey, uh, Eddie, it’s okay if you wanna play music. We don’t have to talk-“

“No, no, no,no, it’s not everyday I get to take home my favorite Sammy Bear.” He winced a little. Okay, calm down. It’s not the first time he had taken her home but he rarely ever had her alone.

He started cruising down the streets of Hawkins, hyper aware of every move she made in the seat and the rumble of their casual conversation. Every move she made was fucking hot. The way her legs were slightly parted and she tapped her fingers on her thighs. Eddie wanted to just ask her out. Like a normal person. But she was out of his league. By a lot.

He was just some freak who manage to finally graduate and decent enough grades to pass enough to get into college. Eddie was proud, it was more than his dad ever said he was capable of. But he was a bit older than the rest and he didn’t have as nice of a car and he had to live in a dorm. And work part time at a body shop. Eddie gritted at the thought but he wasn’t like fucking King Steve who had everything handed to him.

Cobain was an English student. An honor student who tutored, volunteered, led the book club and even helped the music classes when they had to go to the auditorium. The short girl would help them with equipment. She wasn’t from the trailer park and she would never look at him that way-

“I’m so nervous about all these killings, Eddie. I mean…I know Chrissy was like-“

“A bitch?” Eddie finished, glancing at her and his pants tightened at the new attention she was giving him.

“Eh, yeah. But I’m just worried about what’s gonna happen. Steve’s throwing that party but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go.” Cobain twirled the end of one of her curls.

“You’re gonna sit this one out?” He asked.

“No, Bunny really wants to go and I do too. I’m just scared that’s all. God, I’m really rambling aren’t I?”

“It’s fine! P-please keep rambling!” Eddie cleared his throat. He was getting closer to her house. “I’m glad you asked me for a ride, I feel like we don’t really get to talk that much. Which, of course we’re in different classes, but you’re so cool-“

“No, I’m glad you could. I like being around you.” Eddie almost stopped steering. She said what? He was so dirty. All those times…he rushed home, holding one of those fucking pens in his hand and jerked off so hard it hurt. Spilling all over it. Which brought him to the second reality. The other time he had been at her house, he pretended he needed to go to the bathroom and snuck into her room.

He didn’t have time to admire it-he couldn’t even tell you what color her bedding was but he was digging in her drawers like a madman and he pocketed a pair of black panties and a pink bra was inside his shirt when he rushed back downstairs.

And he had to drive normally in her driveway. But he couldn’t get over what she said. Cobain…liked being around him? “

“Hey Eddie, I know this may be a weird question, but I’m dying to know. Do you have any music recs? I need something new to get me through studying. Mr. Hopper is killing me with all the essays-do you mind if you text me your Spotify?”

Eddie’s heart stopped. “Uh-absolutely! Here!” He too quickly snatched her extended phone with the skull phone case and dialed his number. He was going to pass out. His fingers were over her phone, something she touched constantly.

He handed it back, brushing against her warm digits.

“Thanks so much, Eddie. I hope I won’t annoy you with updates on my opinions.” Cobain smiled.

“You could never annoy me, Cobain. Besides, any opportunity I have to branch you out, it’s my pleasure.”

She got out the car then, waving goodbye and Eddie like a dumbass hesitated too long and returned the gesture when she turned her back.

Eddie couldn’t get home faster, he probably slammed his breaks way too hard as he raced into his dorm. He pried his jeans off, boxers not even halfway down his thighs before he crashed down on his mattress. His hand still felt tingly from touching hers as he started stroking his precum leaking cock with that hand.

His hard dick twitched as he thought about how it would have felt like to pound her into a crying mess against the seat. Cover the seats in cum and mark her as his. All he fucking want was her. His little Cobain.

Giving her his number? Asking for music recommendations? His knuckles were growing wetter, his forehead dampening as he grew closer. He couldn’t even last as he thought about pulling her pretty pink hair.

“Fuck-“ His core released a flood over his hand, sheets and his barely removed boxers. He panted heavily as he pulled his hand away from his dick.

Eddie imagined it was her not his own palm. Hers were smaller than his but they would be like heaven on his cock.

He sloppily cleaned himself with the fabric of his boxers when his cellphone pinged. Eddie nearly dropped his device as he quickly unlocked to see if Cobain was calling him already.

But it was an unknown number.

He hesitated but figured it may be a student who got his number from his professor.

“Hello?” He still sounded out of breath.

“Hellooo, Edward.” What the fuck? Eddie shot up from laying down. The voice was altered and male. Well…it was just weird.

“Uh, yeah? Who’s this?”

“Me? I’m just a passerby. Someone who’s interested in watching people. Do you like watching people, Eddie?” Oh Jesus H Christ.

“Oh my fucking god. Are you the killer? Fuck no.” He hung up. Eddie scrambled to get his pants, when his phone rang. Again. And again.

He grabbed his phone, slamming it to his ear. “WHAT?”

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me again, you fucking perv. Or I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?” He choked on his spit.

“W-who-“

“Aw, Eddie. What’s wrong? Are you surprised I know your dirty little secret? You shouldn’t be. I mean-its a little…stalker much isn’t it?”

“Me? A stalker? You’re the one going around killing people, you piece of shit.” Eddie grit out, shoving around his clothing and other things to make sure there weren’t any cameras.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re not glad those people are gone, Eddie. If they weren’t, your little girlfriend wouldn’t have…taken a ride.” He stopped short. Gripping his phone tighter.

“If you hurt her-I swear I’m going-“

“How sweet. Willing to fight for a girl you’re too scared to ask out. Mmm, Eddie. Maybe someone else will do it for you and you can take action.”

“Like what?! Kill someone?”

“It’s just good old fashioned revenge.”

The killer hung up and Eddie shuddered. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck is this killer? And how did they know all of this?

“I can’t believe he called you.” Cobain whispered as he walked with her after class. “Are you okay? He threatened you.” She wrapped her hand around his sweatshirt covered bicep.

Eddie sucked in a breath as he recalled the way he came from just the touch of her hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little freaked out is all. He’s not gonna fucking do anything.”

“Do you know anyone else who’s gotten a call?” She held onto him still as they strolled outside. No doubt going to part ways.

It was on the tip of his tongue to see if she would let him take her tonight. But she always went with Bunny.

“Yeah. Jonathan did. Threatening and everything.” Eddie grit between his teeth. “He hasn’t called you or anything yet right?”

She didn’t answer and he swung around. Hands finding her shoulders. Her big eyes were glassy. Pink curls falling across her forehead. Eddie pushed them away with his fingers. “Cobain. Did he call you?”

She audibly swallowed and pulled out her phone. “He didn’t call me. But he’s been…texting me. At least I think it’s him.” He snatched her phone, panic and anger rising.

He scowled at the disgusting messages.

“I’ll slit that slutty neck of yours.”

“You stop talking to me and I’ll kill everyone you love. And then finish you off.”

“Maybe if I chop off those hands of yours you’ll-“ Eddie stopped short at reading out loud when Cobain realized the rest of that sentence. She took her phone back quickly.

Eddie knew it was such bad timing. The rest of the text talked about how she made herself cum. Yesterday. He imagined her small fingers circling her swollen clit before creamy wetness dripped out of her sweet pussy. If he wasn’t with her right now he would go to her bedroom and steal another pair of panties. But then he snapped out of it. She was scared.

“It’s so awful, Eddie. What if he hurts me?” Tears pricked her eyes and he took a risk and hugged her. Resting his head on hers. His hand rubbed her back, feeling the fabric of her black sweater.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you, Cobain. You know that? Maybe you-shouldn’t be alone? I can take you home again?” He was itching to confess.

“Oh, Eddie. You’re so sweet to me.” She pulled back, eyeliner slightly smudged. “but Bunny and I are always together. But…maybe we can hang out at the party? I mean besides. Tonight I have to tell you what I thought about music.”

Oh god he was going to pass out. Right there on the side walk. “Are you-do you want to-“

“I don’t wanna move too fast. I think I’m still a little traumatized by the high school incident.” She chuckled.

Eddie was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. This was almost a date. Almost. But. “High school incident?”

Sammy shrugged. “It’s a crazy story.”

Eddie nudged her with his boot against her converse shoe.

“I like crazy stories.”

She sighed and shifted on her feet. He loved her green trap pants as she fidgeted with the pockets. “Chrissy and I used to be-I guess enemies? For some reason she made my life hell. She made fun of how I dressed, my grades and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Well, finally I told her off when she dumped her lunch on me. And to get me back-“ She clenched her jaw. “She told everyone that her boyfriend cheated on her. With me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. How did he not know this? He wasn’t surprised though. Cobain hated drama and confrontation. He felt even more protective of her. “Hey. It’s okay. If you want to take time-just hang out more then I’m more than okay with that, Cobain. But I really like you. And I have for a while. I just didn’t want to make you feel-weird.”

Cobain leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He saw stars and stopped breathing from her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her but both of their phones buzzed loudly. Like an alarm.

He pulled out his phone.

“Attention students. Classes will be suspended until further notice due to lasts nights crime. Please be aware of any updates. Stay safe and stay with others.”

Another murder? He frowned. No one heard anything. “Someone else was killed.”

Cobain shivered and apparently read the news article. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh god…Eddie. It’s Nancy.” She whispered. “She was-brutally killed. Stabbed so many times. Just like Chrissy. And they-they have a name for this guy.” She looked up. “They’re calling him Ghostface.”

“Of course. Giving this son of a bitch some title. Like he’s famous. Maybe the party-maybe Steve will cancel.”

“I doubt it. As if he stop one of his parties. And besides. Everyone being together in one place is a good idea. I have to go find Bunny. I know she’s probably so scared.”

“Okay, yeah. Of course. I’ll see you tonight, Cobain.” Cobain gave him a smile before she sped walked ahead.

Eddie exhaled. A whirlwind happened. Murder. A almost date. And now…what?

Steve knew how to throw parties, one of is common bragging points as Eddie pulled into an open space on the street across the house. Music blared from inside and it was some hip hop playlist that he dreaded listening to. But really he was going for Cobain. He searched for any sign of her car or bunny’s. Jonathan was here already.

Eddie closed his car door with hip as he walked up to the door holding two cases of beer and he waited for someone to open the door. The man of the hour swung it open, Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “My man. Join us. Fucking perfect, you brought more booze.” He was already slightly slurring.

Eddie forced himself to do an attempted smile as Steve snatched the cases and marched into the kitchen. “Who wants more?” Cheers sounded from the too crowded house.

He didn’t give a fuck about that, right now he needed to find her. Eddie wore a nirvana shirt and his dark jeans. He wanted to show up in something only they understood. Eddie walked into the living room, no sign of her either.

“Hey! Eddie! Come join us!” He turned to see Robin and Marina sitting on the couch. Her girlfriend sitting on her lap. “We’re having a really important discussion. Oh hey, Sammy!”

He whipped around, his boots clinging to the carpet and he almost fell like a fucking idiot.

Cobain was wearing a three quarter sleeve dark brown oversized sweater. Showing off her rose wrist tattoo, thorn thumb tattoo and her matching butterflies with Bunny. Her legs were covered with ripped tights and her converse. He walked over to her and smiled. She did too. He slightly narrowed his eyes at a small red spot on the corner of her makeup covered eye. But he quickly forgot.

“Hey, Cobain, can-I get you-I mean can I get you a beer?” He cleared his throat to try and cover up his stuttering but she was so pretty.

“Yeah, I’d love that thank you.” She winked. “I’m gonna sit over there, I’ll save you a spot.” He blinked a few times at her slightly bolder voice.

“Uh yeah. That would be good.” She raised up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Eddie’s eyes widened as she brushed past him as she made her way to the couch. He assumed Jonathan was with bunny as he sped walked to the couch. Wanting to get back to his girl.

But he saw Bunny whispering in Steve’s ear. Steve was smirking as she twirled her hair. Eddie frowned. But he minded his business as he got two bottles and came back to where the group was. Cobain was sitting on a loveseat and padded a place next to her. He probably walked too quickly and almost dropped the glass bottles and he clumsily plopped next to her. Their legs pressed close together.

He decided to try and be bold with his hand but she beat him to it. Her palm brushed against his knee. She looked at him with her doe eyes and long lashes. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah of course. I-I like it.” He was so excited as he twisted the caps off. “For you, Cobain.”

“Okay, okay enough of the lovey dovey shit!” Robin interrupted and stood up. “Except for you, Cherry.” She dipped down to kiss Marinas lips before shooting up and frantically waving around her half empty beer. “Listen. If we’re gonna survive this spree of this psycho. We need to understand the rules.”

“Rules? At a party?” Steve proudly puffed his chest as he stepped in the living room. “That’s the last thing on my mind, Robs.” She scoffed and flipped him off.

“Yes rules, Dingus. The first one, you can NEVER have sex!” Everyone booed and laughed. Cobain and Eddie glanced at each other, and she squeezed his knee tighter. He set his ring covered palm on top of hers and traced the tattoo with his thumb.

“I think you’re a little late for that,” Steve smirked.

“Number two! You can never drink or do drugs!” Then everyone laughed harder, including Eddie himself as he raised his beer and remembered the weed kept in an extremely secret stash in his car.

Cobain started chugging her drink and Eddie started flushing. Something was different about her tonight. His shy little Cobain was getting out of her shell and he wanted to fucking kiss her so badly. Her throat gulped and he wanted to suck on her skin. Leave marks of his territory. If they weren’t in front of people-

She started to rise, her hand running against a strand of his messy waves. He opened his mouth to protest but Robin continued.

“And third! Never, ever under any circumstances say I’ll be right back. Because you won’t be back.”

Cobain turned at the edge of the door leading to the garage, “I’m getting another beer, you want one?”

Robin absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Cobain stuck out her arms, “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”

Eddie burst out laughing as Robin gasped. But a part of him sunk because he felt like she kept disappearing. But he wasn’t going to pout. He was going to wait for her. Like he promised himself he would. He glanced down after feeling his phone buzz. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t his uncle needing something. But he choked when he saw an unknown number.

“Looks like you’re going to break a rule, perverted little bitch.”

It was almost too easy as Sammy silently slipped on the gown and met her best friend in the garage. She smirked as she hid in the corner of behind the door. Bunny was in her robe, after leaving a shit scared Steve locked in the bedroom. Forbidding him to scream. Jason was coming; one of the men who bullied them. Tormented Sammy. He would pay the price. Revenge was very sweet.

The door opened, and they nodded at each other. Signaling the start of their conquest.

Jason was rummaging through the fridge, getting an arm full of beers wearing his jersey he refused to part with. His sneakers squeaked as he turned around. But Bunny was standing in front of the door.

“Shit, Jesus. That’s not fucking funny, Steve.” Jason snarled. Trying to move past but she grabbed his arm. Tightly.

“Oh? You wanna be like the psycho killer out there? Some little copy cat? You’re too small to be Harrington…I bet your Robins little girlfriend.” Bunny pulled out her hunting knife, and held it up. Waving it back and forth.

“You want me to be your helpless victim? Please, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I really want to fuck a little Bunny.”

Then she shoved him and Sammy ran out of her hiding place and locked her arm around Jason’s neck. He flailed and he was strong. Really strong but they both practiced enough time to overpower men. “Kill this motherfucker.” Sammy growled.

They both slammed their knives on either side of his neck. He sank as they yanked out their blades, took their sleeves and wiped the knife.

“Another one down.” Bunny kicked off her costume, kicking it in the corner and Sammy decided to leave hers on. Give Eddie a little scare.

“Fuck, that one was fun. He didn’t even have a chance. But we gotta go, I’m sure those little pervs are waiting for us.”

Bunny went back up the stairs, putting back her soft act and exited the garage. Sammy opened the metal door and snuck outside. But she wasn’t alone when one of the guests started to scream. She let out an exhale before she started chasing after them.

Her past with track paid off as she lodged the knife into guys shoulder before ripping it out. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to cause chaos.

Sammy stopped as he started screaming inside the house, yelling that Ghostface was outside. She heard more yelling, and she quickly ducked behind a bush. She pulled off one glove and called Eddie.

“Cobain, Jesus Christ, where are you? That fucking Ghostface is here!”

“I’m so scared, Eddie! I was in the garage and I saw Jason was dead!”

“Is that where you are? I’ll find you,” Eddie voice was almost muffled by the crowd.

“I can sneak past the side door, and meet me upstairs.” She hung up and got back inside the house.

It was nearly empty as she saw Eddie holding his phone to his ear in the kitchen. His eyes widened and he took off. Sammy almost cackled as she followed him, knife raised as she chased him up the stairs, she had memorized the house enough to know a guest room was to their right as he shoved open the door.

She managed to reach him and grab his hair, fingers locking around his curls and she turned him around quickly, pushing him against the wall, blade pointed to his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie was squirming and likely trying to think of a way to get around her.

Sammy started then laughing. “Oh, Eddie.” His face immediately paled and he went slack.

“C-Cobain?” His eyes were wide as she slowly pulled off her mask, blood still damp on her gloves as she continued smiling at him.

“Surpriseeee, Eddie.”

“No, no, this isn’t possible. This has to be some fucked up joke. You’d never hurt-“ Sammy held the knife to his neck, causing him to gasp. His pale skin flushing.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Eddie, you’re so hot when you’re scared, pretty boy.”

“You’ve killed people, this is crazy! What- why did you do it?” Eddie was trying to regain his voice but his movements stalled when she pressed a little harder, her other arm reached up to settle on the side of his head.

“You want a motive? Is that it? Who says I have one?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Maybe it was just fun…”

“No, it can’t be that. There has to be a reason.”

“Maybe all those fucking shitty people had it coming. They all deserved it. Every. Single. One. We just got revenge. What everyone is too scared to do.” Sammy started nodding her head. “Is that motive enough for you?”

She looked down at his pants, he was hard. “Dirty boy, you like this. Being under my mercy, don’t you? Just like when you take my stuff. Cum around it.” His brown eyes widened. “Oh yeah, I know all about it. Maybe I left it out for that exact reason.”

She slid her free hand down his chest, he shivered as her blood stained glove left a trail. “You like this…you want it, don't you?”

“I can’t- it’s not right-“ She smacked his dick with the knife. Enough pressure to get his attention but it wouldn’t hurt. She pulled the glove off.

“Don’t lie to me, it’s pathetic.” She whispered and leaned in closer, hovering over his mouth. “Hmm? You gonna make me do all the work?”

Eddie lost control when he smashed his lips to hers, apparently losing all morals as they were nothing but teeth and tongues devouring each other. His hands locked around her hips as she ground them against his dick.

Sammy then grabbed his neck and turned him. She landed on top of him on the perfectly made bed as she slit the knife through the material of his shirt, exposing his fit torso. He moaned as she traced his stomach then v line with the tip of the blade. It glimmered underneath the poor lighting.

“Dirty slut, you want me to ride you? You want to make me cum? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Fuck, please. Please, fuck me. I need you,” She cut him off by kissing him with bruising force and bit his lower lip. He opened his mouth and she took the opportunity to spit inside as she started slightly bouncing. Still with their clothes on.

Sammy started sucking his neck, leaving purple marks before moving down his chest. Making her way down his hips above his jeans. She tossed the knife on the floor as she pulled off his pants and boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. “Is this all for me?” She smeared it with her thumb as he rapidly nodded.

“Yeah, I need it-“

Sammy wasted no time getting on her knees on the floor, her own pussy soaking through her panties as she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of his dick. Eddie moaned louder, an almost animalistic sound from his chest as his hand flew to her pink hair.

Her tongue messily lapped the sides of his cock before she massaged his balls and returned to sucking. She breathed through her nose as she bobbed her head. Her mouth was growing wetter as he grew close. He was going to cum already. Sammy gagged as he thrusted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

He spilled into her mouth and she pulled back, wiping her chin as she crawled on top of him again. Straddling his naked hips. Eddie was panting as he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her again.

His breathing was pornographic as Sammy shimmied out of her shorts and tights, she wasn’t wearing underwear as her cunt clenched around nothing. “You want me to fuck you?” She baited him against his lips.

“God, yes. Ride me, I’m begging you.” He was almost on the brink of tears as she guided his cock to her pussy and sank down.

She was stretched and then filled up as she groaned. Her hands on his shoulders as she started bouncing. Eddie’s palm went around her throat and she allowed him. Poor pretty boy needed something to brag about. The headboard slammed against the wall and she was growing close. The adrenaline of killing and fucking Eddie Munson was enough to make her cum. His thumb rubbed her clit, speeding up the climax.

It hit her like lighting and she shuddered, her forehead pressed against his. Sweat dampening her skin. She began to move again, knowing he didn’t cum the second time but he stilled her.

“No, I can- I can wait. That was about you.” He whispered.

She gave him a smirk and then grabbed his jaw, her post orgasm trembling making it sloppy. “Good. Because now, I’m going to make you scream for me.”

@scene-and-dandylover @reidsbtch @monstxrteeth @take-everything-you-can @emsgoodthinkin @slvt4jamesmarch @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @imyourdaninow @chrrymunson @melodymunson @slutty-thevampireslayer @rodriguez31 @elaine-in-the-membrane

Thank you for taking the time to read!

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fem!reader #Eddie Munson scream AU #ghostface reader! Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson imagine #OC #stranger things fic #stranger things AU

[justmeinadaze]

Playing the Game (Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: "I'm not gonna do it. I was only thinking about it....O.o...I did it."

Since Joe Keery has decided to invade my dreams I bare you this piece. We still have a confident, beautiful curvy reader here :) Never forget that no matter what you look like big, tall, short, small, etc that you are beautiful <3

Warnings: Fingering (*sings* on the passengers side of my best friends ride), Daddy/Sir kink for sure. Dom Steve/ sub (brat) reader. I will expand on this more in future chapters. This is actually my first time with this dynamic so be gentle!

Word Count: 2500

Steve crashes his entire body down onto the sofa, throwing his head against the back. 

“Why did this seem more exciting a couple of years ago?”

When Robin invited him to go with her to a Hawkins Halloween party hosted by some of the graduates from his high school class, he thought it might be fun. Between still working at the video store, his most recent break up, his dad constantly breathing down his neck, and the feeling of his life generally going nowhere, he thought a night full of fun distractions would make him feel better. Robin detached from him as soon as they arrived to go find the girl she was crushing on and after aimlessly wondering around for about an hour, he decided he would settle for just getting ridiculously wasted. He grabbed a cup full of “punch” and settled in the spot he currently found himself in. 

“Probably because a lot of these people seemed less annoying a couple of years ago.” 

Steve’s head shot up as he turned to see you sitting on the opposite end of the couch. How had he not noticed you? Had you been there this whole time? Contrary to his simple Halloween costume (Riggs in Lethal Weapon), you had obviously put more effort into yours. You were wearing this black corset that hugged tightly around the extra curves on your body. The garment was pushing your breast up and drew attention with the lacy bow tied in front of it. Your matching mesh leggings flowed down your chunky, beautiful thighs, topped off with leather flats on your feet. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail and atop your head were some pointy cat ears. You had a mask just over your eyes with whiskers near the nose. You smiled over at him making his heart melt. Did he know you? He’d like to if he didn’t.

“How long have you been there?” Steve asked.

“Um, pretty much since the party started.” Your eyes shift towards him and he looked away a little guiltily. “Oh, don’t worry, Steve Harrington. I spent my high school career being invisible to most of these people especially you, I’m sure.” You raised your red cup in his direction as a salute. 

“I’m sorry. I…” was all he managed to stutter out making you giggle. You pulled your mask to your forehead. Your eyes were done with black eye shadow but at least he could see you a bit better. 

“Y/N. We had 4 years at Hawkins High together. A few classes here and there. I actually know your friend Eddie Munson. I was a part of his Hellfire club for a couple of years.” He didn’t respond or make any kind of movement to even affirm that he was listening to what you were saying. He was so transfixed by you. He eyes scanned over you from head to toe. When you spoke, he watched your lips move wanting to press them against his. When your hands raised, he wanted to grab them and hold them against the couch by your wrists. In the middle of your sentence, you had crossed your legs, making him wonder what they would feel like wrapped around his waist. 

As you laughed at him your whole body jiggled causing him to let out a shaky sigh. You pulled your masked back over your eyes and rose from the couch. Wait? What happened? He didn’t want you to leave. You walked towards the back of the couch and leaned your head down till you were right up against his ear.

“It’s ok, Daddy. I wouldn’t remember me either.”

His eyes swiveled around to meet yours and you coyly smiled at him. “Nice seeing you again, Harrington.” Steve was completely frozen in place as he watches you walk away, his groin straining uncomfortably against his pants. 

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“Come on, Steve. You got this, man. Let’s go.”, he chants to himself in the mirror of the bathroom. You may have won this round but you had completely thrown him off guard. He needed to show you that he was confident enough to play your game. That he was still King Steve even though he no longer ruled the halls of Hawkins High. He exited the bathroom and immediately went on the hunt to find you. He peaked his head in every room he could, praying you weren’t already in the ones that had moans emitting from them. 

He finally found you, of all places, standing next to Robin. Your eyes were full of sincerity, completely focused on her as you listened to her ramble. 

“I can do this. I can just go up to her right? Just say something like ‘Hello. I’m Robin. Do you like movies. I like movies.’ No, that’s so stupid. Oh my gosh.”

“Robin!” you laugh gently, placing your hand on your back. “Just be yourself. I’m telling you! You are amazing, beautiful, and adorably geeky.” She flashes you a nervous smile as she wobbles on her toes. “She’ll love you. But you’ll never know if you don’t go talk to her!”

“She’s right, you know?” Steve’s voice cuts through the commotion of the room as your eyes meet. You take note of his difference in demeanor causing a smile to spread across your face. 

“Oh, shut up.” Robin turns to you. “He always says stuff like that but he doesn’t know. He doesn’t understand. I do wish I had his confidence though.” She peers past you to make sure her crush is still there. 

“You do. It’s in there. Trust me. Now go before I do something that makes you gag.” She scoffs at your threat almost challenging you to try. “Oh, okay.” You push her lightly back, stepping forward towards Steve. “You know what Steve? I never noticed how gorgeous those eyes are. You want to meet me in the backseat of your car later?” You bat your eyes at him as he looks down at you, smirking. 

Robin starts making vomit sounds with her mouth as she pushes between you two. You smile fondly after her as she walks away. Slightly, you turn your head to look at Steve and notice he’s still grinning at you. 

“You ok there, Harrington? Do I need to call an ambulance?” You bring your cup to your lips and take a drink. Right as the warm liquid hits your throat, you feel Steve’s presence at your side. His warm breath tickles your ear.

“I’ll take you up on that offer if it still stands.”

You turn your head to face his. He’s so close to you your lips are practically hovering under his. 

“I don’t remember offering you anything.” 

“Oh?” His eyes open wide with amusement. “Something about the backseat of my car?”

You openly laugh, but Steve doesn’t reciprocate. He doesn’t even move an inch as he continues staring down at you. The smile he was wearing, now slowly disappearing. 

You narrow your eyes to his as you straighten you back making yourself as tall as could. “You can’t handle me, Steven.”

“You don’t know what I can handle.” He moved slightly forward into your space, placing his hand on your lower back. You can feel his cock through his pants brush up against your center causing you to lick your lips and press them together. Steve leaned his head to the side of yours till you were both practically cheek to cheek. You could smell his cologne as your nose hung over his shoulder. He smelled so good. When he spoke again is tone came out husky and low, almost vibrating into your ear. 

“Don’t ever call me Steven again.”

“I can’t! I just can’t.” Robin shouted shuffling quickly back towards you two. Steve, almost too casually, straightens back up and takes a step away from you. “Maybe next time. Next time I’ll try. Y/N, are you ok?”

No, you were not okay. Your legs felt like they were made of gelatin. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. You were not prepared for Steve fucking Harrington to respond to you the way he did. You had danced this tango before with many men and they all came prepared with the same attitude. “Oh baby. I can rock your world. I can do anything you need. All you have to do is ask.” You didn’t want to have to ask. You wanted to be told. You needed someone who could control your bratty attitude and then treat you like a queen. 

“Huh? Yeah, I’m good. I think the alcohol is finally hitting me.” You pull Robin in for a hug, resting your chin on her shoulder. “It’s ok, babe. You’ll get her next time.”

Steve looked at you and genuinely smiled. He liked watching how you were with his friend. You may be sassy but you seemed to really care about her well-being and something about that made his heart beat even faster for you. You deserved to be treated with the same kindness and caring you showed to other people. He desperately wanted to be the one to do that for you.

“Hey Steve. How many drinks have you had?” you ask him. 

“Just the one. Why?” 

“Robin, would you mind if he takes me home?”

“Yeah sure. I’m going to hang out for a bit longer. I can get a ride with Wheeler. I think I saw her curls around here somewhere.” Robin takes a quick scan of the room. You reach into your clutch and hand Robin your car keys. 

“Take my baby. I’ll swing by during your shift tomorrow and grab it from you.” You reach over and loop your arm into Steves. “Onward, Harrington!”

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Steve parks the car in the deserted parking lot outside of your apartment building. He steals a glance at you to realize you were already staring at him. He leans back in his seat and tosses you a sly smile. 

“You didn’t need a ride, did you?”

Your own Cheshire grin spreads across your face as you turn to face the windshield. “No, I didn’t.” You turn back to face him. “Harrington, don’t play with me if you aren’t all in.”

Steve reaches his hand over and caresses your check softly. His fingers trace your lips sliding down to your throat. He gently runs the tip of his fingers along the sides of your neck making you swallow down moan. Almost abruptly he tightens his grip around your throat and pulls you towards him making you grunt against your teeth. Steve rubs the tip of his nose along yours.

“Who said I’m not?” he asks sounding like you insulted by merely suggesting. You reach out your hand and place it on the back of his neck, aggressively pulling him in for a kiss. His grip on your throat loosens as he slides his hand to your cheek. You let him go as you start to pull away but his hand keeps you in place. “Say it again.”

“Say what?”

He lets you go but you don’t move from where you are. You feel him lean past you and open the glove box. He ruffles around for a bit before finding what he wants and slamming it shut. Suddenly something cold touches your thigh and tears through the material around your legs. You look down right as Steve closes the pocketknife and throws it in the backseat. With both hands, he tears a hole up to your panties, and slides one of his big palms through to move the now drenched fabric blocking your pussy. His other hand reaches up, grabbing you behind your head and pulling him back towards his face. 

“Say it, again.”

When you don’t answer he forcefully shoves his middle and ring finger into your entrance, making you cry out at the sudden intrusion. 

“Steve!” 

An agitated sigh escapes his lips. “Wrong.” He starts thrusting his fingers at a brutal pace. 

“Harrington.” You moan out unable to think straight as you feel yourself getting close to that edge. 

“I think you’re doing this on purpose to make me angry.” The squelching sound of his hand pumping into you is almost pornographic. You feel yourself start to tighten around him as you near your climax. At that moment, Steve suddenly stops moving causing your eyes to snap open. 

“Say. It. Again.”

It suddenly hits you what he wants to hear and you let out a bit of a breathy laugh. You lean into him and placing your forehead against his, you slide your tongue along his bottom lip. 

“Please, Daddy. Don’t stop.”

“Good girl.”

He starts thrusting into you with his fingers again as you grind your hips against them. Steve’s lips glide down to bite and suck at the skin on your neck. You grip your hand into his hair pushing his lips further into your flesh. Your other hand shoots down to his wrist as you feel the coil in your tummy snap. You try to push his hand away but he forces is fingers deeper into you as you ride out your high. 

When he finally removes his hand and pulls away from you, you fall back in your seat panting. The sound of him sucking his fingers causes you to turn and watch him. He notices and gives you a wink.

“You taste good.” 

You can’t help but smile at him. If someone had asked you junior year of high school if you ever saw yourself in the passenger seat of Steve Harrington’s car being fingered by the king himself you probably would have laughed in their face. You two had always moved in different circles and he never seemed to pay you any mind. You also kind of thought he was a stuck-up daddy’s boy. 

The feeling of warmth on your knee brings you back to the present. Steve had rested his hand on your leg and was looking at you now, not with lust, but care. 

“Are you ok? Do you need anything? I think I have some water or something in the trunk.”

“Steve!”, you playfully giggle at him as you place your hand over his. “I’m good. I came. I didn’t come back from war or something.” He starts laughing along with you. 

As you bend down and start to gather your things, he quickly gets out of the car jogging to your side to open the door. You get out and eye him up and down. 

“What? I’m a nice guy. Speaking of, um, I can pay you back for those.” He points down at your leggings. 

“Oh, don’t even worry about it. They were like 50cents at a thrift store.”

He holds out his elbow and you grin as you loop your arm in his. Steve walks you up to the door of your building and opens it for you. 

“Hey Y/N. Can I, um, have your phone number?”

A smile spreads across your beautiful face and you slowly back into the Elevator behind you. “Of course. If you can find it.”

He shook his head as he walked back to his car. You weren’t going to make this easy but thankfully he liked a challenge. 

#steve harrington #stranger things #joe keery #joe keery smut #steve harrington smut #daddy steve #dom!steve harrington #sub reader #brat reader #steve x plus size reader #fan fiction

[under-wcrlds]

—pairing; ayato x gn!reader

Just a lil ayato pov from this playlist on yt

—tags; college au, jealousy, clubbing, short

—warnings; alcohol use

"No one to dance?"

You glance up, the newcomer has sidled up beside you at the bar so his low voice is audible over the thumping club music. Al Haitham. You recognise him from your campus as one of the graduate students, a few years older than you. You'd be lying if you tried to deny that he was attractive. He seems to know it too; dark jeans hug his long legs in all the right places and sleeveless top showing off his toned arms. You duck your head, smiling sheepishly into the drink you've been cradling and hoping the dim lighting will be enough to hide the growing heat in your face.

"I'm already exhausted." you laugh out by way of explanation. It's not a lie. Ayaka and Yoimiya seem to be blessed with boundless energy when it comes to nights like these. Truth be told, your previous drinks had begun to wear off, drawing your attention to the awkward, jerky movement of your limbs compared the the graceful way your friends' bodies seemed to sway perfectly to the beat. You'd retreated to the bar in an attempt to drown out your inhibitions once again.

Al Haitham hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "Can I buy you a drink? To help you recover your strength of course."

You laughed at that. He was more charming than you'd expected of a scholar, especially one of his reputation. You'd also be lying if you said your attendance to classes where Al Haitham was present hadn't seen a marked improvement. If it was any other night you would have said yes and unashamedly followed wherever the rest of the night took you, hopefully that ended with you in those strong arms of his. But you couldn't just ditch Ayaka and Yoimiya like that. Plus, you'd feel bad letting Al Haitham pay your way when you were already accounted for on Ayato's tab. Despite the elder Kamisato siblings busy schedule, he never failed to accompany the three of you, keeping a watchful eye into the wee hours of the morning. A fact that never failed to revive the dying embers of your childhood crush, not that you would ever tell Ayaka as such.

You cleared your throat hesitantly, aware of Al Haitham's expectant gaze. "I would love that, except-"

"Except she's on me tonight." You jumped, the loud atmosphere having masked Ayato's approach. His hand came to rest protectively between your shoulder blades, never lower, and you were overwhelmed by the musky scent of his expensive cologne. He leaned down to check on you, alert for the slightest sign of discomfort. All you could focus on was the way his warm breath fanned across the exposed skin of your neck. "Is he bothering you?" There was concern lacing his low tone, but underneath there was something dangerous simmering that made your knees feel weak.

You shook your head, his proximity turning your brain to jelly. "N-No, we were just talking."

Al Haitham watched the interaction carefully. "You know Commissioner Kamisato?" He asked, brow quirked.

"Is that a problem?" Ayato fixed Al Haitham with a cold stare. His slender fingers had dropped down your back to curl possessively around your waist, pulling you into him. You were painfully aware of the way his warm chest felt pressed against your back.

"Ayato.." You pleaded, trying to draw his attention away from Al Haitham, craning your neck back to glance up at him. It worked, his eyes met yours instantly and you practically melted under the intensity of his gaze. His free hand came up to curl around your chin and your skin felt white hot under his touch.

"Is this just talking?" He murmured, guiding your face up so your lips met his.

#ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x you #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin men x reader #genshin impact #ayato imagines #ayato x gender neutral reader #genshin oneshots

[misscammiedawn]

Charmed! Recap Day 4 (Saturday)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (you're reading it!) Part 5

AAAAAAA!!!!

I bolted upright, terrified and activated.

“It’s okay, Cammie. It’s 2023. You’re in Annapolis. It’s Charmed. You’re in a hotel room. It’s 2:30am. Everything’s okay. Go back to sleep.”

Puppet and Sleepyhead take such good care of me…

I fell back asleep. I wasn’t even certain that moment had happened, but my journal notes said “panic attack in middle of the night?” And I asked Sleepyhead, who told me her version of that event.

I woke again at 7:30am, took a test and got myself dressed for first event of the day…

Yoga with Copper!

A presenter I had a firm connection to ran the class and it was nice to have an event with Copper. The two of us remained close during the event and did our best. I’m a bendy bitch but my reach is kind of limited.

The presenter was another person I really wanted to catch up with this weekend as we had a friendship built up from when we both lived in the same state. Alas, this was not the best time for it as I had a 9am coffee date scheduled with Daja and Nath…

Charmed! Outfit 5: Miss Dawn's Default Attire For those who want to look exactly like their Tumblr avatar.

Which I dressed up for in my “Miss Dawn Default Attire”, which is the outfit all of the online art depicting me wears. Well. Most of it. Some of it has the red magician’s outfit I wore at Beguiled.

For the Starbucks run, Daja wanted to ensure I got to eat a proper breakfast and was eager to get some time with me and her Lady at the same time.

Unfortunately what didn’t work out with our plans was that the first Positive COVID test of the convention had been announced and it was someone both Puppet and Tigress had spent time with. Puppet, for a few minutes while masked and Tigress while eating lunch.

Though it broke her heart to do so, Puppet opted to remain in the room until 48 hours after exposure to take a PCR level test to confirm she was safe to continue enjoying the con. Good news is that I am posting this on Tumblr a week later and all of Oikos have received negative PCR tests. None of us got sick.

But I at the time I was worried about a LIFE CHANGING appointment which would not have happened if I got sick. COVID anxiety played a big part of my weekend.

The knowledge of that important appointment meant Oikos needed to discuss how to handle this. We decided that masks should remain on during demos and classes, no inviting people outside of our bubble into rooms (Daja/Turq are inside bubble) and any major play required tests before hand if possible.

Sleepyhead was booked solid for the entire day full of demos and fun. I was OVERJOYED that she was getting all of that…

Though I will write a little more about that later…

I pulled into the tail end of the hairplay demo class and sat next to Daja who cuddled me close and ensured I paid attention, even going as far as to forbid the nuzzle trigger from working for the next hour. She was interested in my reactions. The way I gasped and whimpered at the wall slams, the way I shied up at the neck nape grab. How I giggled and enjoyed one of the presenters hamming up her role and another turning himself into a wall for the demo bottom to be slammed against.

There was a Kodak moment in there. You had to be in the room. Or the online stream.

Hairplay is always a highlight for me any time I go. Daja was in Toppy space and was being playful. My reactions must have been feeding her.

“And, sweetling, when the next demo happens you’ll feel whatever happens to the demo happen to you.”

I whimper just to remember.

The presenter was showing off his D.A.N.G.L.E the most advanced hairplay tactic where the hypnotee goes limp and their whole weight is held up by the hair pull and…

In 2022 I wrote:

"Eventually Daja’s second demo came about. The Directed Angle Neutral Grip Leverage maneuver. Dangle. A tall grip where the subject goes limp in your group and is held up by their hair.

Daja later told me she went as limp as she felt safe to but she knows her body.

I know how gorgeous that looked. Outside of skill level, but I wanted that. I wanted it. I.

I wanted it."

Daja knew this and wanted me to FEEL this… and feel it I did.

Mmmm…I…

Oh… *whimper*

I just

*Whimper*

I felt it…

The class ended and we decided to go up to the room quickly before the Topping Is For Everyone class and my own Communication With Deep Self class.

I was feeling a little destabilized so told Daja that I’d be looking at my tablet, but I’d be in the room and present as she taught the class. I sat in the corner of the room because the person sitting next to me in the front row was enjoying a teaching lunch and I still had hospital stuff in the back of my mind.

It was a good class. Last time I attended it Miss Dawn was eager to learn all the ways that Daja enjoyed topping and use her own tricks against her. Those memories made me smile then as they make me smile again typing.

EnScenic reached out to me via Discord to say that she was looking to give me a gift and that we should meet up. I told her my location and she said she would stop by.

Daja spoke about how seeing Captain Marvel helped her utilize Carol Danvers energy to overcome any social programming about manifesting her power. She said that she is beyond needing that, but outright said “I have nothing to prove to you.”, which reminded me of a brat taming scene I had done with her once, and that made me smile. I love her so much when she’s bold and strong and sure of herself. I always love her. But my heavens that glow when she is firm and certain in her conviction and determined.

I am still beyond smitten.

She went over a little bit about the vampire fantasy which was going to end our weekend and how things were looking from her perspective.

I simply couldn’t wait. The way Daja went through my fantasy list and wanted to make them all a reality was just—

I cannot even begin to find words for how honored, flattered and overjoyed I am by everything from the weekend.

After the class EnScenic stopped by and handed me a hand drawn image of a Dalek yelling FRACTIONATE - FRACTIONATE!

I near died laughing when that image was posted online. Apparently EnScenic remembered my reaction because she went through the effort of bringing it to the con and hunting me down…

So many people did so many nice things for me this weekend…

I— I’m so happy to be part of this community. I’m finally home. I finally came to the party. I’ve always been welcome. I’m here. I’m happy. I’m home.

I want to hug every single person. Just squee about what they all mean to me. How humbled I am by their encouragement and acceptance. I may have cried again. I don’t know. I was all over the place.

After a quick lunch it was time for my class, Communication With The Deep Self.

Daja and Copper were in the audience as well as a Twitter community writer of whom I have great respect and admiration for and the gentleman who was being an issue on the Discord, along with a group of folks he seemed deeply engaged in conversation with, hyping up Ormund as the best hypnotist.

The Zoom coordinator hopped on and began to start the intro schpiel, it was quite loud. Loud enough that Daja plugged her ears.

It did not seem to dissuade the disruptive party from a conversation. They even seemed to be standing up and testing balance or measuring feet size. I was not certain. I was simply bewildered. I could not understand what I was seeing. The class had started. Please sit the ever living fuck down you *intruder*.

The class went okay. I feel I gave a better version of the talk a year ago, but I was discombobulated and in the wrong headspace for it. Dawn would have done a better job of it.

I recall explaining the concept of the mirror lake trance I use on Sleepyhead versus the “Ceiling Unlimited” version that I use on Daja. The concept is a complete and utter tranquil state of peacefulness. I used it on either of them to try and induce Esdaile. Succeeded in both cases.

Copper told me that I had misinterpreted the meaning of Ceiling Unlimited, but it’s okay because it likely matches the meaning of the Rush song I was pulling from.

I wish I had a better recollection of the class but it was a blur. I do not wish I had a recording for that one. Still wish I had one for the Presence class.

It proves that I need to tailor my output to be more akin to Presence.

Daja and I returned to the room and had a few quick scenes. I was still riding a bit of Top energy from the class and so did my absolute best to pounce her, pushing the “feel me” trigger as far as it could go. I was feeling fair triumphant but Daja appeared to be a loving brat and proved that she is not the only one who can stretch the “feel me” trigger.

As I pulled her in with a “Daja, Kiss Me!” And a Freeze, I enjoyed keeping her at the egde of my range. I then hypnotically bound her wrists to a surface and released her. Hung right outside of her ability to reach me.

“Feel me make you kiss me.”

…!

That!

She!

….!!!!!

UNFAIR! TRICKERY! THIS IS MUTINY. 

And that is how Daja successfully flustered a Fae.

And then made her sweetling go deep.

I tend to write “eclipse” as a descriptive in prose. For when someone stands above someone and engulfs their entire vision. To block out light and make the entire world a single focus that is the person commanding your attention.

Daja eclipsed me in that moment. She was delighted by how my eyes rolled up and asked for permission to take the photo above.

We paused for food and enjoyed a quick date before moving on to evening events.

With that, we prepared for the soiree. This was when the blue fire scene had been scripted to have happened, so I simply skipped the ceremony and used the forehead press to have her get dressed and pulled on my own outfit:

Charmed! Outfit 6: The Soiree

For lovely queer ladies who are going to the ball to flirt.

As we left the hotel room there was a Moment which feels too private for me to truly intrude upon. But Daja and I got to be there for a friend. I’m glad I was there. I am glad I could be of assistance…

Once that I accompanied Daja to the Soiree room but did not have much time to enjoy the queer ambiance as Sleepyhead showed up looking for me.

She did this because she is a good Dolly.

Earlier in the day she and I had discussed hitting the vendor’s hall together. I wanted to get her a lovely birthday present. That was always on the cards. My presence with her in the vendor’s hall was no longer a request, though. It was a neccessity.

See… while I have been off attending Topping Is For Everyone, teaching Communication With The Deep Self, having coffee and subs and curry— Dolly, sweet little thing she is, had been keeping herself VERY busy. Dollification class, fractionation class, memory play class, hypno-roulette…. she had been demoing nearly constantly since 10am.

I posted this on Twitter and I find it to be the most accurate representation of how Saturday was for Sleepyhead:

And so I hooked her arm and lead her up the stairs. I was in my most fancy outfit, wearing heels and a swooning blissed out dolly was leaning against me barely lucid enough to do more than sigh and murmur when I softly asked her to stay with me and follow along.

The vendors room was a very small part of my weekend. I doubt it lasted more than 30 minutes and yet I was able to fit in quite a number of potent memories. From bumping into a number of folks I had longed to speak to all weekend while dressed up in my best; to taking my sweet girlfriend around each stall to examine the wears while softly teasing her with little promises of what each item could be used for.

It is rare for me to get these pure dominant moments where I get to embody the style and grace of a Top in a non-scene space. She was so very sweet and tender and her passion for hypnotic trinkets was so refined. Every book on sale she owned. Literally every single one.

After a full cycle we discussed what she enjoyed and went back to look at the ones that she had her eye on. A necklace with a near Disco Ball level of sparkles surrounding it. “We’ll take it.” And I paid while she admired. Then another trinket, a sibling of the bottle I uncorked earlier that weekend.

I tipped Linny $10 extra for being responsible for my best scene of the weekend. I feel it was more than well earned.

Feeling dominant and confident, I lead Sleepyhead back to the room so she may enjoy a little more of her hypnotic reverie. Puppet, who was now taking her PCR level test, was still confined to the room. As I settled down, Puppet explained that Sleepy was intending to go stay with someone important to her and needed to prepare for that. The test pinged negative and I proved to everyone, including myself, that Bad Pain Days have incredible highs as well as lows.

See when I’m in a BPD day I am so overwhelmed by my own emotions that I cannot filter or apply appropriate levels of reaction to things. Typically this is set off by upset, paranoia or frustration.

It can also be sparked off by moments of love, moments of relief, euphoria. Even as I skipped through the day there had been several moments where I had cried and been torn asunder by raw emotion.

Puppet got the negative. Sleepyhead had the Most Perfect Day Ever.

I broke down in happy tears. Blubbering that I was so worried about Dolly.

About this time. Saturday night of Charmed! 2022, Puppet and I knelt side by side in front of our Goddess and were asked to, under no compulsions and free of any influence, give ourselves to our beloved Goddess.

That memory means the world to me. It was *special* it was *important*. But it was in the Oikos living room, in the light of a make-shift studio I created for the occasion. It was lovely. But it was not the plan.

It would have taken place in one of the classrooms. Surrounded by loved ones. Witnesses who loved Goddess. Witnesses who were overjoyed to see Puppet and I’s big moment of accepting our collars.

Omicron crushed that dream. Just 3 weeks before the event and that impacted all of us in ways we’re still not fully over, yet. When Beguiled happened, Puppet and I went rogue. We needed to be there for our sanity and mental health.

Sleepy refused to go. She couldn’t handle another dream being snatched away.

I was carrying so much worry that Sleepy’s anxiety would keep her from enjoying the con, but here she was, fractionated to oblivion and with even further evening plans. Puppet was not going to be confined any longer.

It turned out okay. It was alright. Thank heavens. It was alright.

I love them both so very much. I love them and I’m so glad they got to have this and no one can take it away from them this time.

So fucking happy.

I returned to the Soiree to finish up but it was *loud* in there. I sat on the outskirts of the room and chatted mildly with Joy but Miss Daja informed me that if I was uncomfortable, I should leave. She was proud of me for speaking up for myself earlier in the day, she wanted to ensure I was always rewarded for speaking up and seeking my comfort.

So I slipped out… around about the same time another friend from the local hypno-community did.

This person was someone I’ve not seen since March 2020. She was a member of the HYPE monthly hypnosis meet-up in Grand Rapids.

We bonded a little bit over old memories and for a brief moment I felt calm and comfortable. Like I *could* just start up conversations without shyness or feeling stupid.

After she left I confessed this feeling to Kitty Sylvie who was door dragon for the moment. 

And then I started crying again.

Because Sylv said such kind words about my presence in the community, especially online and then Psy just appeared out of nowhere backing them up and I was just left without words. Two lovely humans who I trusted and wished I were better at being open, casual and conversational with.

Perhaps in another world I would have stayed in that hallway. I would have opened up and made a connection with two people I actually *do* desire to know better. I would have channeled some of that adorable cuteness or that flashy performative charm or my level serious empathetic conversational energy.

In this reality, I let the tears win and I retreated to the room. There I ran a hot bath to activate physical extreme stimulus. Unlike some of my friends who go through this, I couldn’t be feeling rope bite tonight. Nor would I seek it.

Some music and heat will do the trick… and they did.

Daja IMed me to let me know that not only had the soiree ended pleasantly and she had met up with Tennfan. Thanks to some banter during the Topping Class she discovered that Tenn had enough training to handle drops and falls and things that Daja had assumed no one in the community was physically capable of doing with her other than the ONE PERSON SHE WOULD NEVER EVER EVER.

I was summoned to meet them after Daja had run a scene and listened to them chat a bit. Tenn is one of the 5 major asexuals in the community who I find trust and kinship with. 

Tenn and I really need to build a rapport and just get to talking. I may have to be the one to throw the first signal.

But that chat we all had was really nice. Really really nice.

Apparently the topic did not elude my devious Faelike nature because once Daja was free we snuck into my room for another scene. Puppet was enjoying post-quarantine freedom and Sleepy was away for the night.

Dawn *pounced*. To the point where Daja once again had to invoke the pact the two of us had made.

Sometimes I worry about going too far; understanding that, Daja made a promise that she would enforce our agreed upon boundaries if I do, so I can let go and enjoy the moment.

She enforced them then. I am glad she did. There is a certain level of “out of control” where I essentially hit trance state and for lack of better wording, my voice in Dawn’s actions goes away. It’s a liberating moment, especially when I think about it in her headspace, but it’s like throwing away the safety and I’m terrified of breaking something when I lose my over-controlled behaviors.

Daja is supplementing that and makes it easier to feel no fear. I am grateful to her for that.

After the scene was ended, I settled back to Camden space and cuddled her. I was still a little caught up by how INTENSE the day was and bemoaned how I hated that I cost her spoons to deal with. Spoons she needed for running classes and meeting partners and traveling.

Daja just told me I refill her spoons. She feels energized when we talk. When we play. When we’re together like this.

…what do I even say to that? I was lost for words. Well… most words. I had a few left.

“I believe you.”

Daja tucked me in again and fed me a chocolate. We had another day of fun and games. Tomorrow would be the vampire scene. Tomorrow was worth looking forward to.

Part 5

#charmed recaps #hypnosis #hypnokink #hypnocons

[alolanrain]

I’m calling myself out as well lmao dw

Question for the au: would anyone find out about ash dancing habit and if so how would they react? (I can see Brock finding out but idk) -🔶

Brock doesn’t actually find out surprisingly. The club scene in general isn’t his idea and he doesn’t go to local dance studios either as he doesn’t dance himself. Ash doesn’t like showing off in front of his traveling companions because he gets this gut feeling they’ll ask to many questions or brag about it to almost everyone they meet in some way. Like an anxiety thing instead of being pompous about it.

Dawn finds out about it because she decided to take a dance lesson a local club was hosting for her contest, it included their Pokémon partner so Dawn was getting inspiration from it. Brock and Ash went to do their own thing as they had wanted to just take a ‘me’ day as well. She ended up seeing Ash in another room like across the hallway from where her lesson was being held.

Rap and all sort of other music would change frequently in the room but she caught Ash going through a free style run to a Unovian pop song and him and his partner was really in sync. She stopped and watched in amazement with Piplup how Ash barely even sweat as he did all these crazy dance moves across the whole floor while the few other people with them were hyping him and his dance partner up. She ended up missing her lesson just to watch Ash, secretly because she’s just like that. 

Trip was the next to find out. Surprisingly going to the gym to work out himself and spotting Ash and Burgh of all people in a studio that was by the rack he was setting up at. He tried to ignore it but soon the two’s movements caught his eye. It was a mix of freestyle and ballet and honestly one of the coolest things Trip has seen in a while, though he’ll take it to the grave.

Trip had switched to a treadmill after a couple of minutes, not even finishing his set on the rack, because he couldn’t keep his eyes off the two. He could hear what Burgh was telling Ash though he could barley hear the music from the very sound proof room and the window pains shook just noticeably. He also didn’t know just how flexible Ash was at the moment.

Ash had joined a salsa/tango class in Kalos for the bell of it, after returning to Lumiose city with the gang and going off to get a breather from them, and he was surprisingly paired with Malva. He was new to the class and everyone else wasn’t so the instructor wanted to see where his skill lie. It was also the first time he met Lysandre but Ash didn’t know it at the time as the man looked nothing like the evil asshole during the Kalos Crisis. It wasn’t until later that Ash made the connection between the two.

Alola is rich with dance and music so the entire class knew about Ash’s like of performance, though not nearly the entire extent of it, so they were more then happy to try and teach him. Kukui even made it as a little class bonding event during school hours and a project for each student to learn one specific dance and try and teach it to Ash during the week.

The Professor, and Burnet later down the road, took to teaching Ash the slower dance’s. Kind of like a wind down method after a hard week or a particularly stressful day. Sometimes they didn’t even do Alolan dances, sometimes just having their own dance battles down at the beach and making fun of each other. Hau was on a mission to teach Ash more of the strict traditional dances before he left.

Gou and Chloe don’t know about Ash’s hobby, though their catching on to their friends disappearance act that he does every couple of times every week. Since he’s stationed in a well known town Ash is able to go to a lot more spots to freestyle with people and actually make connections that way.

They do catch him in the future though on a particularly rowdy night. A festival held in the honor of Mew and everyone was wearing mask’s and clothing both traditional and not to Kanto’s culture. A sort of dance mob surrounded the middle park of the city and Ash was in the direct center of it all, dressed as Lugia in non traditional clothing with his own painted mask that flowed in the dark. Other friends from his dance endeavors had joined him that night to do what they always do, this time in the midst of the public and giving out a free show to everyone, and they all made their clothes glow in the night sky.

The park they chose was gorgeous, street lamps weren’t on and instead lanterns and fairy lights strung from the tree’s. A gazebo located behind them and was used during all the coordinated dancing they did. Much like those dancing movies when that finally scene happens or something like that.

Goh and Chloe knew it was Ash by the sound of his voice and were openly surprised, like jaw to the floor, as Ash took charge of most of the group dancing. Being the center of attention for a good chunk but not the majority of the night, more so than anyone else in the group though, and he radiated confidence and cockiness through his motions. Definitely because of the veil and security of the mask in his face.



#ash ketchum #trainer goh #chloe cerise #Pokémon trip #gym leader burgh #pokemon dawn #break dance!au #I forgot the name I had it under #dance!au

[sneezyminniejo]

Sickness Makes New Friends

I noticed that @haywire-official kpop group company had a similar name to mine and it spurred an idea here it is. They will eventually make a part two

It was nearing the end of September and the school year was in full swing. The youngest member of Zodiac had woken up with a cold. He was coughing intermittently during breakfast and Jehyuk insisted on taking Jasper's temperature before he even thought about getting ready for school. The reading came back normal and Jasper went to his room to get ready.

Jasper was at the door, putting on his shoes, when Minseok stopped him holding a glass of water and a pill.

"Wonjae hyung told me to make sure you took some medicine. He also gave me a few travel packs of tissues for you to put in your bag and remind you to wear a mask." Jasper couldn't help but smile a little as he took the medicine. He knows how uncomfortable his Hyung is with germs. He's seen how frequently he avoids Merlin since he seems to get sick once a month. In fact, he's sure Wonjae is going to avoid him until he's better. However, he appreciates how his hyung is still trying to care for him from afar. He put the tissue in his bag and put a mask over his face before leaving for school.

A couple hours later, Jasper was in his third period, and the medicine he had taken was very much beginning to wear off and it was very apparent to him. The first couple of classes he had been fine. The medicine had effectively kept his cough at bay and mostly cleared his sinuses. He needed to occasionally blow his nose, but it was definitely manageable. Now though, the cough was returning, causing him to attempt to clear his throat or drink water so he wouldn’t interrupt the teacher too much. His nose was becoming a veritable faucet and he had removed his mask in favor of keeping tissues pressed to the appendage.

When lunch rolled around, Jasper went straight to the table with a lunchbox, thankful that one of his hyungs decided to pack him a lunch today so he wouldn’t have to stand in line to buy one. He had just unpacked his lunch, when his phone began buzzing. Jasper looked at the caller id and saw that it was Daehyun. “Hi hyung.” He answered, only to break off into a mini coughing fit immediately after.

“Jasper, that didn’t sound great. How’re you feeling?” There was evident concern in his voice.

“I’m fine hyung. Can you thank whichever hyung made my lunch please.” Jasper was truly feeling fine. Sure he was coughing a bit more frequently, but that was only because his medicine had worn off.

“Sure Jas, it w-was HEHSTIEGHHH, HEHSTIEGHHHH. Sorry, Arthur made your lunch today.” Jasper’s brain had clearly slowed down a bit during the morning, because it was very evident that either Arthur or Merlin had made his lunch. Arthur had made the equivalent of those pizza lunchables. He had some pita bread, a small tupperware container of tomato sauce, some pepperoni slices, and several string cheese sticks. For dessert he was given two cups of chocolate pudding. Arthur had also packed a bottle of apple juice. Jasper snorted at that.

“I assume hyung either couldn’t find shredded mozzarella or didn’t feel like pulling apart the cheese he packed me.” Jasper said. Daehyun sounded very confused on the other side. “Hyung packed a make your own pizza.

“Okay. Anyway, how has your day been so far?”

“It’s been okay hyung. We got to make ice cream in science class. English was boring as always. The administration still isn’t letting me transfer out of the class, so I guess that’s going to be my easiest class.” Jasper had contacted the office as soon as he realized he was put in an English class, but the administration kept brushing him off. He’s finally resigned himself to the fact that he’s going to be learning his own language on the technical side. Hopefully they read some interesting books.

“Also, apparently we-hektchhh, hi-ktchhh, heh-ktchhh.” Jasper broke into another mini coughing fit right after sneezing and cleared his throat. “Apparently we’re going to be doing cup stacking in gym class. It’s going to be so much fun, and I’m probably going to blow their minds at the fact that I already know how to do it since I did it in middle school back in America.” Jasper sniffled and grabbed a tissue from his travel pack and blew his nose one handed.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay Jas. Jehyuk and I are free right now if you want one of us to come pick you up.” Jasper couldn’t help but roll his eyes at this.

“Hyung, I’m fine. It’s just a cold. There’s only three hours left of the day. Besides, in one of my classes we’re watching a documentary instead of having a lecture, and I’m really looking forward to it.”

“If you’re sure. If something changes, don’t hesitate to call one of your hyungs. Any one of us is willing to come pick you up early if you’re not feeling well.”

“Thanks for the offer hyung. I promise I’m fine. I’ll see you after school.” The call ended shortly after that and Jasper ate his lunch with some of his school friends.

Going to school had been a mistake. Or at least staying the entire day had been. He had truly felt fine at lunch when Daehyun had called him. And even though his hyung said he sounded bad, he was pretty sure he sounded worse than he actually was. Now though, he was feeling significantly worse. He kind of wishes he had medicine on him, but that wasn't permitted on school grounds, so the only medicine he's had is what Minseok gave him that morning.

He'd been coughing throughout his afternoon classes, occasionally having to leave class to get water. He’s pretty sure he missed at least a quarter of the documentary from coughing alone. He was also feeling rather tired, to the extent that he kept spacing out in class. He nearly fell asleep a couple of times during the documentary, and found himself having to put a bit more effort into answering questions his teachers asked him. And he was starting to feel cold, but he didn't have a jacket. Luckily there was only an hour left of school before he could go home.

Jasper’s final period was gym and his intel had been correct. They were doing cup stacking. The teacher had done something a little bit cruel and had all of the set of cup stacks set up in the 3-6-3 starting position and told the group the objective was to go from 3-6-3 to 6-6 to 1-10-1 and back to 3-6-3. It was cruel because the teacher didn’t show how to do anything and just wanted to see what each student would do. Even though his mind had become extremely hazy and he was now sniffling every few seconds, Jasper had managed to do the entire thing in a little under a minute and a half. He would have been faster, but he was interrupted by a mini sneezing and coughing fit. The teacher had been impressed and Jasper wound up having to clumsily explain how he and a bunch of his friends did it in middle school back in the states and he used to do it for fun as well. The class went by relatively quickly because despite being sick, he was thoroughly enjoying getting back into cup stacking.

Even though his energy perked during his final period, Jasper’s energy was now thoroughly depleted. He was very much looking forward to going to either the dorm or the company building. He knew that his hyungs were going to make him rest regardless of which building his manager brought him to, so he truly didn’t care. He was currently outside chatting with his friends, when he got a call from his manager.

“Hello,” He said, his voice audibly confused. The manager should be arriving any minute, so he didn’t know why he was calling.

“So the car broke down on the freeway, and it’ll be at least an hour before a tow truck can get here. The other managers are in a staff meeting and your members are in schedules. You can either call one of your members, get a taxi, or you can wait at a nearby cafe until I can actually pick you up.” Jasper thought for a second. While he knew that any of his members would be more than willing to come pick him up, he didn’t want to interrupt their schedules. Jehyuk was likely in the staff meeting, and he didn’t really know how easily the others would be able to just up and leave their schedule to pick him up from school.

“I’ll get a taxi.” The manager quickly hung up after and Jasper put his phone in his pocket and said goodbye to his friends before approaching the street to hail a taxi. At this point his brain was pretty fried, from being sick, tired, and likely feverish. It took him a moment to realize the taxi driver had no clue what he was saying when he asked to go to Solar System Entertainment. He had forgotten that it was known as Solar System Entertainment internationally, but in Korea it was 태양계. Unfortunately for Jasper he couldn’t remember the company’s Korean name. His mind was also too tired and hazy to think about pulling out his phone to go to papago translate. He racked his brain for the correct name and sighed in relief when he remembered the word.

“우주 Entertainment please.” He said. He relaxed even further when the driver nodded and was able to locate it on the gps. Jasper hooked up his earbuds and decided to listen to music until he arrived at the company. The exhaustion quickly caught up to him and he fell asleep within a couple of minutes.

He found himself being woken up by the taxi driver some time later. He quickly paid the fare and grabbed his bag before exiting the vehicle. He stopped just short of the door to the company, ducking his head into his elbow.

“Hehktchhh, hihktch, heh-hehktchhh, hihktchhh.” He once again broke off into a coughing fit and pulled his water bottle out of his bag taking a few sips before entering the building.

The secretary stopped him before he could get past the front desk, and he didn’t recognize her. He quickly flashed his badge and somewhat clumsily explained that he was the maknae and a foreigner, so to excuse his Korean. He was also congested, which definitely didn’t help with his pronunciation. The secretary smiled and nodded. The secretary barely glanced at his ID and said something about it being her second day and she was still learning the names of the members in the group.

“It’s okay. There are a lot of us.” He was hoping that it came out coherently. His mind and mouth was having a lot of trouble with Korean at this point. He could understand it just fine, but he was way too tired and sick to properly formulate a sentence. Maybe he could just go to one of the studios and take a nap. Or better yet, one of his hyungs will take him home to sleep.

He didn’t realize until he had gotten to the third floor that he was not at his company building. His brain really wasn’t working properly right now. He pulled out his phone to call a manager or one of his hyungs, only to find that it had died during the taxi ride. He somewhat audibly cursed in English, then succumbed to a coughing fit. He pulled out a tissue, only to find out that the travel packs he had been given had run out.

Jasper wiped his nose on his sleeve and slunk down to the floor. He didn’t really know what to do at this point. It would be far too embarrassing to go to the secretary to say “Hey I’m not actually part of this company, can you please get me a ride to my actual company.” He ultimately decided to take out the book they were reading for English. It would take the least amount of brain power. Shortly after he took out his book, his nose began itching intensely.

“Heh-ktchhh, hihctchhh, hehktchhh, hihktchhh, hehktchhhh, heh-hihktchhh. Jasper sighed as he sniffled thickly, he just wanted tissues and a nap, maybe some soup. But he was lost and had none of those things. Instead of reading, he wound up staring at his book as tears began flowing from his eyes.

#zodiac kpop group

[bonesandthebees]

hi !! it is sd anon i know i’ve been gone for a While and also i would like it made known i keep trying to respond and then i get so incredibly distracted

ANYWAYS i am. in ohio rn. screaming. so like, i’m doing an internship in ohio and i’m here for the summer

for the first fucking time, i’m not in my city. and Everyone is about to converge there. i am Upset. at the same time also no? but i’m getting like fomo from not being in LA!!! i wanted to go to vidcon but the 24$ an hour in tempted me to ohio

i miss my city i miss socal i will be back for the july fourth weekend but. still. i am missing tommy meeting CHARLI. what even. i’m missing Everything. it’s okay though!!! i’m having such a good time here i went to a gay club for the first time and made out with some random person! tried tequila and gagged!

had some very good cocktails! won at my first ever game of top golf! found out my fifth grade best friend is in the city for the summer too so i’m going to go see her literally constantly! i’m going to an open mic poetry night tonight! i’m super close w one of the other interns and i am also somehow friends w his gf who has now tipsy asked to kiss me (their relationship is a bit open) And told me she wants me to be a bridesmaid in their wedding! also i went to pride w this intern and then we both realized we are Not parade people and left to get food and i got a bunch of drunk compliments from random people on the street!! i have so many things to tell you bee. i watched the other intern throw a chair in the pool and try to sit on it. one of the other interns got so drunk at a spanish club and we found out she was a Runner. she tried to climb the patio fence to get to the uber and eventually got carried out to the car by security !

how are you????? you graduated yes? how does it Feel

HI SD ANON!!! sorry this took me so long to answer I wanted to have a moment to properly read your message. but omg ohio?? that's so far goddamn. also trust me you probably dodged a bullet not going to vidcon. so many people got covid from it because literally no one was masking. (I also have covid rn but I didn't go to vidcon, I just went to santa monica pier one day and thought I'd be fine to not wear a mask since it was outdoors. hahaha I was wrong and I am suffering) (also $24 an hour fuck yes get that bread)

and DAMN CONGRATS ON GETTING GAME!! I've been to a lesbian bar several times and I've never made out with anyone there :/ you get more bitches than I do good for you sjkdfkldsf

(also, tequila gets easier to drink the more you try it. now i'm at a point where i genuinely like the taste of it in cocktails)

holy shit you're literally living out some college coming of age movie out there. tbh it sounds like you're having an amazing time and i'm so happy for you sd anon!!! what kind of internship are you even out there for?? that's so cool and I hope you keep having the time of your life because it sounds like this is just a really cool summer!!

I'm alright! currently have covid rn which sucks ass, and yes I kind of graduated—did the whole ceremony hullabaloo. but I do have to take summer classes to actually finish out my degree requirements so those just started, and currently I am too sick to actually pay attention to my lectures so we're off to a great start. hoping to go on a road trip with my friend up to san fran in a few weeks (after I've recovered of course) so we'll see how that goes!! otherwise i'm just lowkey panicking trying to figure out what i want to do for work after my summer classes end bc I really have no clue atm. i'll figure it out but i'm sick rn so i'm just not gonna worry about it lmaooo

#ask #sd anon

[writer-in-theory]

payback is a bitch. im payback - all of them.

you know...i should've seen this coming.

who is/are your comfort character(s)? well fuck. um, luna lovegood, alec lightwood, spencer reid, billy hargrove to name just a few

lighter or matches? LIGHTER. oh my god i hate matches. i use them for labs all the time and for some reason everyone around me is terrified of them so i end up lighting about 12 bunsen burners on the fucking daily.

do you leave the window open at night? FUCK NO. but i also live on the ground floor in the middle of the city, so you know.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? MOTHMAN MOTHMAN MOTHMAN. also there's a cryptid like 5 minutes from my hometown that i'll message you about on discord so i dont literally dox myself.

what color are your eyes? green !! i also have central heterochromia so there's some gold around the center in a ring.

why did you do that? i mean the usual answer is bc im a chaotic bitch lmao.

hair-ties or scrunchies? scrunchies !! i have thick curly hair and elastics leave bad indents in it

how many water bottles are in your room right now? none. coke bottles? twelve.

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? cold what the fuck is there another answer?? although when i'm walking to class and its cold as shit outside, hot ig but only for survival purposes.

would you slaughter the rich? eat the rich fuck yeah buddy.

favorite extracurricular activity? laying on the floor blasting music in my ears at maximum volume to stop thinky. but also writing, ig.

what kind of day is it? well i depression napped for 7 hours today then woke up only to actually freak the fuck out about a fic i posted earlier in the day sooo

when was the last time you ate? around 7 sooo five hours ago ish??

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? thats one of my favorite smells of all time. i also love the smell in the air right before it rains

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) fuck no im not qualified enough for that

can you drive? noooope. im trying but its very hard :c

are you farsighted or nearsighted? nearsighted and i have astigmatisms

what hair products do you use? god so many. leave-in, mousse, curl cream, oil, and on some days a bit of gel

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? hell yeah i love painting nails. i used to do nail art !!

do you say soda or pop? soda soda soda soda-

something you’ve kept since childhood? i have a penguin stuffie my grandparents got for me as a kid. it's gone everywhere, to all vacations and everything. i also have a little note from my first boyfriend from when i was like 8 or 9. he told me i was pretty and that everything would be okay and its just so innocent and sweet i had to keep it.

what type of person are you? an angry one who has no idea what they're doing 97% of the time

how do you feel about chilly weather? i hate it. i hate it so much. i love fall clothes but i hate being cold and i hate ice and i hate snow.

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? drinking and sharing stories probably. i used to love climbing out onto my rooftop and drinking cheap whiskey with people.

perfume/body spray or lotion? i can't say both?? but fine, i can't live without my cerave so lotion.

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? whenever i get upset i imagine what a first book signing would look like if i can publish a popular book. it replays a lot lmao

about how many hours of sleep did you get? last night? none.

do you wear a mask? YES YES YES. i'm immunocompromised like fuck so always.

how do you like your shower water? hot as fuck. i better be burning and i better look like a lobster when im done.

is there dishes in your room? nope. i leave bottles but my line is dishes that had food on them.

what type of music keeps you grounded? sad music or anything with sounds that scratches the brain nice

do you have a favorite towel? nah not really i have cheap ass towels so idc

the last adventure you’ve been on? i went to ikea?

is there a song you know every word to by heart? oh so many. there's this irish folk song that has an important meaning to me that ive known the words to since forever.

what’s your timezone? eastern !!

how many times have you changed your url? none, surprisingly. i just really love the one i came up with first i feel like it perfectly captures me

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? yep!! i have an internet friend that i've known for exactly 10 years now.

a soap bar that smells good? i have one that's sandalwood and vanilla that im in love with

do you use lip balm? yes constantly. burt's bees!!

did you have any snacks today? yeee i had gushers and cheetos.

how do you take your coffee? if i'm making it at home i put a bit of creamer in it then hazelnut syrup, usually.

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? i feel like im on discord constantly anymore

what’s your take on spicy foods? i'm...so bad. i cant handle spicy at all which is so tragic. like it's embarrassing and laughable lmao.

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? he knows who he is.

can you remember what happened yesterday? uhh i worked, went to ikea, then talked Tea with cj and serenity lmao

favorite holiday film? okay im a bitch for cheesy romcoms. i love the holidate, holidays in handcuffs, and if we're going not romcom then the nightmare before christmas.

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? i was very young when i had my first sip. but my first whole drink on my own? i was sixteen.

can you skip rocks? yesss that was like a must growing up where i was. easy way to pass the time, you know?

can i tag you in random stuff? always.

#ask jay #ask game #cj 🌙

[khalixascorner]

Be My Baby Mama Pt 9

Summary: Peter and SIM Tony accidentally end up pregnant when they spend a heat together. They decide to keep the pup but how are a superhero and a supervillain supposed to do this whole parenting thing? And what's everyone else going to say when they find out?

“Umm, Mr. Stark, can I ask you something kind of personal?” Peter asked, not sure if he was going insane or if it was actually possible. Stark raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to go on. “Are you on birth control?” Stark just looked at him like he had grown a second head, then paled for a moment before his expression totally locked down behind a blank mask.

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Tags: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Villain Tony Stark, Mafia Typical Violence, no smut guys, It's all fluff, A little angst, Mpreg, Mating, SIM Tony Stark, sorta, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Age Difference, Aged-Up Peter Parker, baby Stark, Crack Treated Seriously, Just a crack taken seriously fic where Peter and Tony get pregnant, have a pup, and fall in love, Tony is very bossy and Peter says Yes Omega all the time

When Penny hit six months, both of them decided it was time to get back to their day to day lives. Peter signed up for classes again, though he opted to stay virtual so someone would be home with Penny, and Tony started going back into the office again. It was a gradual shift, which was good because the first few times Penny wanted mama when Tony wasn’t around, Peter about cried.

Jarvis found a simple solution by playing videos of Tony for her though, or connecting them through video chat if the other man wasn’t in a meeting. It wasn’t foolproof, but it eased the separation for all of them, and helped them to adjust back into a normal schedule. 

Tony also would take her occasionally, so that she could see where mama worked and see that daddy could be on the video too. Jarvis took great joy in sending Peter the recordings of those days, as they were often hilarious. Peter’s favorite so far was the board meeting. 

Tony had been wearing Penny in a wrap that day, and she was feeling restless but he had a quarterly meeting with the board that he couldn’t miss. Honestly, Penny was easy to keep entertained most days though, so Tony decided to push through it. He brought the playpen, a bag of toys, and the wrap plus plenty of snacks as well. It looked like a mini day care but the board could deal with it or they could leave. The building said Stark after all, not “the Board.”

Penny played well for the first hour while Tony was forced to suffer through the board droning on about profit margins and dividends. She was back in Tony’s lap by the time they hit new contracts, and Tony was walking around rocking her when the board stepped on a landmine.

“I’m sorry, do you want to run that by me again, because I swear I just heard you say you want to cut the budget of the R&D department by almost 20% when 30 fucking minutes ago, you were plotting out how big of a bonus you should get this year,” Tony hissed, trying not to raise his voice and disturb the nearly sleeping Penny. 

“Now, Tony-”

“Nope, you know what, fuck off. I won’t approve it,” Tony said, shutting down the patronizing alpha. “If this company is making money at all, it first goes to R&D because that’s the department that gives us shit to sell.”

“Stark, you have increased that budget by 5% or higher for the last 10 years running,” one of the members said and Tony glared at him. 

“We’ve seen huge payouts each year, so clearly my methods work,” Tony retorted, stopping to shush Penny when the pup started to stir. 

“Or you’re just throwing money at the problem instead of requiring them to be responsible with their projects,” another alpha huffed. 

Tony had to take a deep breath before he replied, and even then, he knew his voice had a sharp edge.

“The only reason SI stands so far above the rest is because of our investment in the future,” Tony said.

“That’s bullshit and we all know it,” Thomas, one of the longest sitting members, said. “Your connections give us the best contracts, not your damn research.”

“I assure you, our military contracts would dry up if we weren’t the best,” Tony retorted.

“And all of the private ones from 'security firms?'” Thomas pushed and this time Tony couldn’t bite back the growl. 

“You wouldn’t happen to be insinuating that I do anything illegal that would affect my very much legal company now, would you?” Tony asked, his voice dangerously soft. Tony went to say more but Penny interjected instead.

“Bababa ba  da mama da bah duh ba!” the pup said forcefully, flailing wildly. 

Tony was stunned as the girl continued to babble at his board in a tone that reminded Tony of Peter. Specifically, she was mimicking how the alpha would chastise her when she was causing trouble. He burst into laughter, unable to contain it as their daughter very clearly channeled her daddy to put his board in their place. Watching his board’s faces go beet red was the icing on the cake. 

“Alright little miss, don’t worry. Mama won’t let the big dumb alphas mess up your inheritance,” Tony cooed. Penny stopped her rant at Tony’s voice and turned around to pat her mama’s cheek, and Tony patted her back. “It’s fine, bug, totally fine.”

The board members grumbled but didn’t dare say anything after Tony shot them a pointed glare. 

“Jarvis, save that for the baby book and send it to Peter,” Tony said as Penny settled back down. Peter nearly died laughing when he saw the feed later that day, and made sure to praise Penny while smothering her in kisses when she finally came home with Tony. 

***************

Peter’s classes were soon in full swing, and he felt like they really had a handle on things. So when his professors insisted he go on campus for his finals, he packed up his things and dropped a nearly 9 month old Penny with Tony for the day.

She had done really well keeping her mama company through meetings and work on days when Peter had lab work that was a bit more delicate, so he had no problems dropping her off with Tony for his finals. He kissed them both goodbye, then headed out. All of his tests were scheduled back to back, and he could start the next one as soon as he was ready, so if all went well, he would be done in just a few hours. It was the longest he’d be truly away from them and not just an elevator ride down to see his mate and child.

****************

The morning flew by and he pushed through test after test confidently. He even managed to finish early, so he called Tony to check in. Only no one answered. Then he tried Jarvis, but the AI didn’t respond.

Unease brought his spidey sense to life, and he called Pepper, praying that she answered.

“Peter? Dear god, please tell me it’s actually you,” Pepper’s voice said as the call connected.

“It’s me. What’s going on?” Peter asked, fear making his chest clench.

“It’s Tony and Penny. They’re gone and Jarvis is down, and we can’t get anything back up,” Pepper said frantically.

“Send a car for me,” Peter said firmly. “Someone I’ll know by sight. Tony taught me a bit about Jarvis in case of emergency but I have to be there to fix it.”

“Alright, I’m sending Happy. Rhodey is already calling in favors too,” Pepper said, and Peter tried to breathe. He wasn’t alone. They would get his family back.

“Was he supposed to be in a meeting when he disappeared?” Peter asked, trying to focus.

“Yes, but it wasn’t with anyone concerning. Just a review of an investment we made last year before he went on maternity leave,” Pepper said. “The visitors that checked in didn’t flag any issues, I don’t think, but everything turned into a mess so fast.”

“Hey, it’s ok. We’ll find them,” Peter said firmly, unwilling to consider any other alternative.

“You’re right,” Pepper said, taking a deep breath. “Ok, Happy is on his way, you should see him soon.”

“Ok, I’ll be waiting.”

***************

Happy got there in record time, and Peter distantly wondered how many laws he’d broken doing it, and how many more they’d break to rescue his mate.

They stayed silent on the way home, Peter already running through his plan. First thing was to fix Jarvis. As much as Peter wanted to run after whatever clue he could find, Jarvis would make it easier while also keeping their home base protected so they’d have someplace safe to return to.

After that, he’d scour the film and set Jarvis to tracking Tony and Penny. Tony had an implant and Penny had her baby bracelet that ostensibly was a medical alert charm but also had a bunch of extra features courtesy of her mama. Depending on what he found, he’d either be planning murder or planning a trade.

***************

Peter was furious when he got Jarvis back up and saw who had taken his family. He was halfway out of the lab, intending to grab his old suit before he realized Jarvis was trying to get his attention.

“If I may, sir, Boss assumed you would want to return to your role as Spider Man at some point, and he wanted you protected when you did,” Jarvis said. A wall panel opened, revealing a gold, blue, and red suit Peter had never seen before.

“He made that, for me?” Peter confirmed, chest tightening again.

“When you first mated,” Jarvis replied. “Although he has continually updated it since.”

“Alright, Jarvis, show me how to get into this thing, then fire up some of the legion. We’re going to get my family back.”

*****************

Peter hitched a ride on a legionnaire as they followed the signal from the trackers. They appeared to be near each other, so either their kidnappers had found the trackers and removed them, or his family was being held in the same building. A building that Peter was quite familiar with, which both made this easier and more infuriating.

Still, Peter kept his anger in check as he broke into the Avengers' compound. Jarvis was awaiting his signal as he made his way towards Penny’s tracker. Their plan was to get to her first and extract her. Then Peter would go for Tony.

His alpha instincts raged, wanting nothing more than to simply free Tony and tear apart every warm body that stood in their way, but he didn’t dare risk it with Penny unable to protect herself.

When he found Penny alone in a cold room, barely moving while hooked up to monitors, all rational thought went right out the window. He dropped in from the vent and called Jarvis to his location.

He could hear the legionnaires crashing through the walls with no regard for anything or anyone in their way. Peter stood on guard in the meantime, ready to handle anyone or anything that came through the doors without his permission.

Once back up had arrived, Peter scooped Penny up, ripping off the monitors as carefully as he could. She was so out of it that she barely stirred despite his constant scenting and nuzzling.

“Jarvis, get her to Dr. Cho immediately,” Peter ordered, securing her inside one of the suits with a swaddle of webbing. “Take an extra suit to protect this one. I can handle myself here just fine.”

Jarvis acknowledged the command and swept back into the air, every legionnaire present ensuring the main suit made it clear before returning to the compound. Meanwhile, Peter began making his way to Tony, no longer caring about sneaking or staying calm. Everyone here was an enemy as far as he was concerned, and if they got in his way, well, they only got what they deserved for taking his mate and child. The suit was red anyway.

*********************

Tony knew something was up when he felt the building literally shudder around him. He couldn’t hear the explosions in the soundproof room, but he could feel them rocking the foundations. His first guess was Rhodey had found him and brought War Machine. Maybe Happy or Pepper had gotten Jarvis up and sent the Iron Legion. What he didn’t expect to see was his mate wearing the new suit he had made him flanked by two legionnaires.

 Peter didn’t even bother with the locking system, instead just ripping the door from its hinges. The suit’s mask peeled back and Tony had to bite back a gasp. He hadn’t ever thought he’d see his alpha like this, hackles raised and eyes lost to bloodlust. And yet, here Peter stood before him, dripping with the blood of his enemies and clearly ready to remove more from this plane of existence.

“Jarvis, where’s Penny?” Tony asked as his tech synced.

“Master Peter has already rescued the little miss, and she’s been delivered home by an escort of legionnaires,” Jarvis responded and Tony sighed in relief. With her safely out of the way, they had a lot more options. 

While Tony's first instinct was to let his endosym encase him and join his alpha in taking revenge, he knew Peter would struggle with what he had done later, so it was better to minimize the damage. With that in mind, he took a deep breath and stepped in front of Peter.

“There you are, my alpha,” Tony crooned, projecting a calm aura. “You did so well coming to rescue us.”

Tony stepped forward slowly, purring as he went. The alpha watched him but also kept looking around, waiting for the next attack. Still, he let Tony close without protest, deferring to his Omega as always. Tony scented him first, running his wrists along Peter’s necks and down his body. Beneath his hands, the alpha relaxed slightly.

“I’m so proud of you, Alpha, but now it’s time to listen to your Omega,” Tony said, scruffing Peter like he’d done many times before. His tone was firm but still softer than when Peter was in trouble. “Time to come back to me, Alpha. Be a good boy and focus on my voice.”

Peter’s eyes slowly started focusing more as Tony kept a firm grip on the alpha. He kept up the stream of praises, purring when he wasn’t talking and trying to ground his alpha in his scent.

Eventually, Peter focused properly on him.

“Tony?”

His mate’s voice was so fragile that Tony immediately drew him in, tucking Peter’s head into his neck where Tony’s scent was strongest.

“There’s my little spider,” Tony said, still keeping his voice smooth and calm. “You were such a good Alpha. Came to get us back so fast.”

“Tony, Omega, They- I-” Peter choked back a sob and Tony just held him tight.

“You did what you had to, to protect Penny and I,” Tony said firmly. “There is no need to feel bad or guilty about whatever you might have done.”

“They had her locked up in a cold room,” Peter whispered. “Just all alone, and it was so empty and she wouldn’t wake up.”

“It’s ok, love. You’ve got her to safety,” Tony said fiercely. “And now, they know what happens if they touch our baby.”

Peter nodded, taking deep gulping breaths of Tony’s scent before pulling back again.

“I sent Penny with Jarvis to Dr. Cho. Can we go to them, Omega?” Peter asked, and Tony nodded. Sure, a part of him was tempted to rain more death and destruction down upon SHIELD and their cronies, but he was more tempted to take his mate and their child and curl up in their rooms for a few weeks. Jarvis and Rhodey could handle cleaning up this time.

****************

In the end, they spent three weeks barely leaving the penthouse. Much of it was spent cuddled up in their bed with him on one side, Peter on the other, and Penny safe between them. The pup probably recovered fastest from the ordeal, bouncing back to her energetic self as soon as the sedatives wore off. Of course, it all probably seemed like a bad dream to her with how quickly Peter had found them.

For Peter though, it had shaken him to his core. He had been so focused on just living their lives that he had forgotten how dangerous it could be. Tony soothed him and promised to fix it. He designed an emergency rescue suit for Penny, planned upgrades for Jarvis, and had Peter talking to someone Tony trusted.

Even at the three week mark post kidnapping, the alpha was still anxious but he was determined to get their lives back to normal.

“It's ok, I just have to keep working on it,” Peter had said as Tony got ready for work. “But I’m not going to move past it if I don’t show my brain that it really is ok.”

Tony just kissed him sweetly and scented him again. Then he grabbed Peter’s hair and yanked back, exposing the alpha’s neck and mating mark. Peter whimpered then calmed as Tony bit over his mark again. It always helped to ease the anxiety, a promise for the future and reassurance that their bond was still strong.

“Everything is going to be fine, alpha,” Tony said firmly. “And even if it’s not, we will make it fine.”

Peter nodded as best as he could but Tony didn’t let go.

“Look at me, Alpha,” Tony said fiercely. “I am Iron Man, and you are Spider-Man. Nothing and no one can keep us apart and heaven help the world if they ever harm Penny because we will rain hellfire down on them.”

“Yes, Omega,” Peter replied, as responsive as ever to his omega’s control.

“Good. Now please try to have a good day, alpha mine,” Tony said, pulling Peter in for one last kiss. “Stay out of trouble.”

“Have a good day, Tony,” Peter said with a soft huff. “And pretty sure I should be saying that to you.”

“Probably, but you know I’d never listen.”

Peter smiled and as his mate walked out of the penthouse, his heart didn’t feel quite so tight as it had.

#khalixa writes #mads made me do it #starker #tony stark/peter parker #omegaverse #mafia au #omega tony #alpha peter #mafia boss tony

[lettersformiah]

9:12am, 23 june

hello bubba!

you are at home sleeping rn and i am here instead of in your arms? so dog. but yeah ^^ in geo righ tnow and i dont actually give a fuck about doing this internal right now. i had a bit of an annoying morning with my phone dying and all that so im just not a fan (i just sneezed hehehe) im so sniffly now because the geo room is quite warm compared to outside. i havent seen maya or muskaan today becase when i got to the class there were only a few people in there. apparently it was because mrs copley got them all to help out with matariki and go to the stage? and do stuff? i dont know and i also wasnt really told by cash or leo smh. they just said they had to do stuff and were content with just that. so whatever, ill see them at interval.

i hope you wake up soon but i know you wont smh. youll probably wake up during the assembly maybe? or even while we are at countdown before the festival. i dont knpw actually. im not looking forward to french but i can just fuck around and try and memorise it. i know some of it? its like 'mon ecole primaire? elle s'apellait stanmore bay. je n'ai aimait ca parce que les gens etait mechants et enervants.' thats the first part of it. i know the ideas that i talk about but i dont atually know what it said. something about 'je prommais -- ecole car je vivais cinq minutes'?? something like that. unsure hehee but i guess thats what i have next period for. im excited to drop french next year hehehe. i feel bad quitting it after 4 years of learning it but honestly i dont want to do the internals or externals for it next year and im very very average. and im ok with that. plus! i can take another subject :D i gotta look into that with you, tonight maybe? hopefully youll be down for that.

im actually okay with the assembly today. its gonna be outside bc covid which is both good and bad. bit cold but also no mask wearing. i dont know where we are meant to be though. apparently the black mat? but how do you fit a whole school onto one court? i dont think you can. and the whole plan is a bit scuffed. some people know it but i havent been shown. i dont think ill be able to wear your hoodie for it though :( they are very grr about uniform obvs bc its a formal assembly but i just put it in my bag after interval and chuck it back on! and i jus zip up my jacket for french so mr moss doesnt throw a fit. hes a nice guy really but me and him dont get on sometimes. but i love him truly, hes my favorite teacher. i think i just get on his nerves sometimes. but whoops! im not for everyone all the time and thats okay. but yeah :D i have no idea what theyre gonna talk about in the assembly tbh. i dont think we have ever have a matariki one and its also meant to be from like 11:30-12:30. what do you talk about for an hour? i guess maybe with songs and lil speeches and things. im assuming itll be like the anzac ones. so necessary, but horribly boring. but i dont mind spacing out for a bit. and! ill be with my friends :D i can sit with muskaan which is nice since i got no classes with her. will be a good time. even though we always make each other laugh during the national anthem. we always end up giggling at leo because his voice is so deep compared to everyone else. so we do the thing where we look at each other and just crack up. its really bad sometimes. hopefully today will be alright!

im also excited not for the festival itself but to just hang out with ym friends. and see leo and myaya performing! but mainly just to be with muskaan and kealan >:) we hung out on sunday obvs but i havent just existed with them since no classes. sad thing about being a senior i think. but i have no money to go to countdown with :P i think i just mooch off of kealan. but if he pays for just like something for all of us to share. but he cant even eat anything because of his braces. thats shit :( i dont know. we will see i guess. i feel bad taking and using money from him even though he assures us its fine. but i dont know. maybe itll be alright.

i got half an hour of class left. did they play dnd last night? were we meant to be there? i swear i went to bed at like 10/11 and you guys were playing val. wasnt dnd meant to start at like 8? or even 10? but i wasnt told about this. thats shit. i hate that i dont stay up late anymore. i think this weekend i do :D bc its a long weekend! so i can try and stay up later tn and tomorrow night. and then its all good. i have no plans for tomorrow except for wash my sheets and do some schoolwork. which please please please make me do i have so many internals due next week and honestly it ouwld be easier to just not do them and cry about it instead. but i gotta.

my sister also texted me! well you know that, but we did the old oh yeah how u im good how u and then i left her on delivered because i genuinely forgot to reply. or i didnt knwo what to say. i never know what to say to her. she asked me if i wanted to do the daffodil day volunteering so :D i do, i was meant to last year? year before? i dont know. they cancelled it bc of covid. but its just the thing where we stand on a road and ask for money. good times. but i love daffodil day so anything to help out!!

so yeah! thats my life up until 9:38am. thrilling stuff i know. i dont know. i wish you were awake. i wish i was texting you or calling or better yet in the same room. i love you bubba. i love you so much :*)

hope your sleep is going well n youre having good dreams. i love you, talk soon.

-mads<3



#letters

[thecitysorrowbuilt]

Madeup

The car lurches forward as I let off the clutch a little too fast. Next to me Kara quickly unfolds and then refolds her hands in her lap. I can almost hear her decide not to comment.

Staring out the window, I let myself dissociate into the moment, lazily watching the words from the radio drift. Letting myself is a spin, as I'm powerless to stop the drifting. I steal a glance at Kara, holding back at a wince at the way her dress sleeves tightly grasp her arms, disappearing into the the matching long back gloves.

The man on the radio is ranting about something. Sometime ago the hour of commercial free music had ended, segueing into whatever this was. "I'm not the first to say this, but what kind of example are guys like this setting? Is this who we want out there protecting our children, the heroes they look up to, guys wearing makeup, out there looking like mimes-I'm serious, my generation didn't grow up like this, we had heroes out there risking their lives, risking it all, where people could see! Now that's heroism-honestly, that's heroism-" I roll my tongue tip then lower lip under my teeth as I listen. No matter what right and wrong you believe in, there's still nothing right. "I'm not one of those guys who just says anything to get calls, but seriously, what kind of hero wears makeup, or a mask for that matter? You want me to believe these guys, and gals, don't forget the ladies, can be out there getting shot at with lasers, or, or, I don't even know what else, but they wear makeup? Come on,"

More than you think.

Kara changes the station. I know she did it for me, but I wonder if she knows that I do. Her face as always is impassive. The way she tweaks the radio button has a casual violence to it that makes me almost grit my teeth. Seeing force brought to bear makes me jumpy.

"Today, we remember the 20th anniversary of the passing of Lady Locomotive. Salt Lake City's sweetheart lost her life on this day twenty years ago, protecting the city from assault by the extraterrestrial invader dubbed Ender. Her age and civilian identity remain unknown. A candlelit service will be held downtown."

Clicking as Kara's arm moves, but I'm faster. Her fingertips brush the knob but my light touch on her wrist stops her from turning it. We hold here for a moment, then she reluctantly retracts her hand. I hear her again deciding not to speak.

"It's not like I could forget."

It's always in my head, of course. I still hate hearing it. But Kara doesn't need to know that. I steal a glance at her and know that she already does.

I remember watching it on TV, live, in class. Kids today couldn't imagine it, but back then it was normal for the teacher to put a capefight on the projector. No one had a concept yet for how badly it could go. It was always such a surreal experience, so much secret pride, that dark thread of fear, the unreality of it all.

Remembering brushing my teeth next to her while she put on lipstick, as if you need unnaturally red lips to stop a bank robbery. Watching her catch punches from space monsters like they were nothing, only a few days after having seen her fall to the floor like a ragdoll behind my father's furious shoves.

I wanted to ask her why. Why sell it? Why let him feel like he could hurt her? We all knew there was nothing he could even do to bruise her, yet she let him throw her to the floor. Let him throw plates she was fast enough to catch and put down before they shattered. On some level maybe it hurt her worse than the monster fights. It must have.

I took too long asking. Working up the courage, and like a candle she was gone. Blown out.

I cried then, but so did everyone. When it looked like she might not win, they cut the feed, and we all cried in an unfrozen prayer. She was my mom but she was everyone's hero, and for the first and last time we realized she could really be hurt.

I tighten my hands around the steering wheel and force myself to exhale as I turn into the parking lot.

[babelmemes]

No seriously how do you be funny?

Every time I try to be funny, I end up being not funny.

most of the time its really unintentional, is it the circumstances that I am makes it funny? Am i just bad a jokes? Is it the neurodivergence or just my flat affect or monotone dry quiet temperament?

In Highschool we went to the wrestling room for gym class with the blue sweaty mats, usually its just our class that takes up the room but another class joined in for some reason I think their was an assembly at the gymnasium or they were setting up for something.

Gym Teacher: alright class, we have to make due but we will be sharing a space with another class.

I raise my hand with the most monotone candid question: "are we sharing a class because of school budget cuts?

the class chuckled and laughed.

Event 2

One Saturday evening my neighbors invited me over to their place to hang out, For some reason the idea to go a strip club was on the table. I never been to a strip club pretty anxious, this was during the time period during covid (still ongoing) when things were opening up a year and half later.

We went inside, I'm pretty anxious, I'm broke, I don't drink or smoke. A stripper is giving me a short lap dance on what ever remaining time my group paid . i am stiff as a tree, my hands up like a Lego figurine. I didn't wanna touch anyone without their consent also I heard somewhere your not suppose to touch the workers. Afterwards during the car ride home, they asked me how was my exp. I was the only few folks wearing mask and still paranoid about catching covid and it was kind of awkward for me "damn I need to go to the doctor and get tested"

everyone in the car bursts out laughing.

Getting a STD from a lap dance must be joke or the awkward situation.

Event 3

During college, I was afflicted with good ol "hello darkness my old friend" I emailed my professors on my school email about how i lacked motivation with assignments and i said vaguely about "I'm tired of this existence or this reality". the following day or 2. I get a knock on my door by 2 police officers. I thought i was in trouble for illgeally downloading a cranberries album. Turns out the college sent some pigs over to check if i had plans to take myself to shadow realm or other people. I didn't like the idea of them inside my house, i'm being surrounded by 3 pigs all facing me. I'm anxious af, i feel embarrassment because neighbors can see me. A neighbor passes me by i give them a nod, they hollered with a concerned worry "hey you good bro?" from a distance "I yelled out I'm good I just hired these 3 strippers for a bachelors party"

(i'm not witty enough to think about things on the fly i thought about that hours later which is most interactions I have. but i was too anxious to think about anything else at the time, but if i did every fiber of my being would have stopped me from doing so) I was sent to the grippy sock hotel, with a free pair of socks, with chicken meal plan that was bland and sterile as white florcence lights above me. There's a sentimental philophical interaction I had with a alcholic who had a panic attack while i was there.

ROM: Reflection of Memories

Read only Memory

Record of Memory

#comdey #standup #ROM

[historyhermann]

Cleopatra in Space and the Missing "Quarantine" Episode [Part 2]

Continued from part 1

Relevance to the pandemic

The episode is extremely relevant to the present, even though the flu which is portrayed in the animated series is nothing like COVID-19. When Cleo unknowingly brings the disease back to Mayet as an asymptomatic carrier, and becomes the superspreader. A close watching of the episode shows Cleo gets close to at least five people, including fist-bumping with two, and hugging two more people while walking through an area bustling with students. Since the area was crowded with people, at least 18 students in the area nearby, by my count, she undoubtedly spread the virus to them. As such, the simple action of walking near the gathered students is a super-spreader event. When it comes to COVID-19, densely packed areas where people are talking or singing is risky as it leads to super-spreader events, [2] with the same applying here. In the same episode, Professor Jurval is shown teaching a class with at least seven students, although more are likely there and not shown on the screen. This is another presumed super-spreader event as she coughs toward the students, leading them to spread the cough between each other. Similar to the virus shown in the episode, COVID-19 has various stages and symptoms and does not affect everyone the same way.

Jurval's possible superspreader event

There are few lessons and takeaways from this episode, tempered by the current time and place we live in. The first is that you should quarantine yourself when you are sick and don't think you are above it. The latter attitude is how people have died or become seriously ill with COVID-19. In fact, Cleo spreading the virus almost caused her friends and classmates to die as their rage came to a melting point. She barely saved the day, only thanks to a medical doctor, although one that was seen as a quack, his vaccines of sorts, and her mentor, Khensu. Another takeaway from this episode is that you should listen to medical advice, not ignore it, as Cleo does at the end of the episode when she develops a cold of some type, perhaps as a side effect of the virus she spread or something else entirely.

This was originally written in October 2020, but never published for some reason. It was since named and fixed up in December 2022, so some of the information in it may be outdated. It will be published on my History Hermann WordPress blog on Feb. 23, 2022. The episode was finally released on Peacock on June 25, 2021.

The episode as a whole can be interpreted, in our current time and place, as emphasizing the importance of social distancing, coupled with mask-wearing. If Cleo had social distanced from her fellow classmates, wore a mask, and gone to quarantine, the outbreak of the flu could have been completely avoided. But, that wouldn't have made a "good" story, right? More fundamentally, the episode is about trusting others and not being as self-centered (or arrogant), especially when you don't know something or others will be harmed by your actions. This is especially relevant considering the current infection of the U.S. President with COVID-19 and those around him, [3] after not following the proper safety precautions, whether not social distancing or not wearing a mask. Clearly, no one is immune from the virus, no matter their stature in U.S. society, and no one can escape its wrath or effects.

Unlike COVID-19, where someone can feel "well in their battle against it one hour can easily take a turn the next," as noted by TIME magazine's Senior Editor, the virus shown in the episode only has two stages. Even so, there are many parallels to the current pandemic. The event last Saturday at the Rose Garden to announce Judge Amy Coney Barrett as a nominee for the Supreme Court, has been considered a superspreader event. [4] Similarly, Cleo walking through a crowded area at school, and Jurval sneezing on her class, are similarly superspreader events. At the same time, the way the virus was transmitted in the episode itself is similar to COVID-19 because it spreads in tiny aerosol droplets, something which the CDC recently admitted COVID-19 does as well, after initially denying it. [5] The agency's official website currently states that "some infections can be spread by exposure to [the] virus in small droplets and particles that can linger in the air for minutes to hours," making clear that social distancing and mask-wearing alone will not limit the virus, but rather that it is about the time of exposure.

The episode itself also highlights the importance of proper medical care and science. If Queed had never created the vaccine and inadvertently made Khensu into a test subject, then everyone at the academy would have killed each other. Admittedly, this vaccine did not go through all the stages that those vaccines for the flu, measles, smallpox, and many other diseases, must go through before being given to the general public. In that way, it was a big gamble to even make the vaccines for everyone because they only had one test subject (Khensu). What if the effects on the students had been different? Imagine that instead of removing the flu particles within each of them, it killed or made them sicker? This is where the show falls down. Since it is reportedly geared toward those aged 6-11, according to showrunner Doug Langdale, such serious discussions are often sidetracked. As such, shows like Futurama do a much better job of highlighting the medical issues and risks in infection than Cleopatra in Space, with critics praising it for highlighting "what happens when an epidemic breaks loose in the future." Even so, the Cleopatra in Space episode still has its merits, as it does not have flashbacks and neither is everyone put in quarantine. Similar to the Futurama episode, a vaccine is created, but the plotline is more straightforward and focuses on fewer characters, as Cleo's usual team of herself, Brian, and Akila, is not possible, as Brian and Akila have the flu.

Final thoughts

The parallels to the current COVID-19 pandemic could why the episode is still not listed on Peacock. However, the episode has aired on the DreamWorks channel, Showmax in South Africa, Viaplay in Scandinavia, and ABC Me in Australia, to give a few examples. Perhaps the executives, whether at DreamWorks, Universal Pictures (parent of DreamWorks), NBCUniversal (parent of Universal Pictures), or Comcast (parent of NBC Universal), did not want the episode to be interpreted as a commentary on COVID-19, with a protagonist who violates quarantine rules and is gleeful about it (before releasing her error). If that is the case, it is completely absurd. Since the show is relatively complex, in terms of the fact it has 26 episodes, coming in a total of over 570 minutes of animated content, it undoubtedly took a long time to produce, as compared to shorter productions. The show has been in production since at least January 2018, when the request to develop the music for the show was put out, [6] and when DreamWorks registered the trademark for Cleopatra in Space itself. Looking into those in the show's crew, depending on the person, they worked on the show any time between April 2018 and August 2019, far before COVID-19 was on anyone's mind.

Hopefully, this episode will soon be made available and that other animations in the coming year make parallels to the current COVID-19 pandemic in a way that is respectful and recognizes the gravity of the virus. In the end, there are various lessons and takeaways that viewers can glean from this episode, and the animated series as a whole, which will have relevance to this current time and place, and into the foreseeable future.

© 2020-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

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Notes

[2] Brown, N. (2020, May 15). What is a coronavirus "super-spreading" event? Retrieved October 4, 2020, from https://www.cbsnews.com/news/super-spreader-coronavirus/.

[3] Over 19 people have been infected as noted by Norah O'Donnell in the CBS News special report on late night television on October 5, 2020 about the return of the U.S. President from Walter Reed to the White House, a number that increases every day.

[4] Santucci, J. and Faulders, K. White House aides anxious as coronavirus cases rise in Trump's orbit: Sources. Retrieved October 5, 2020, from https://abcnews.go.com/US/white-house-aides-anxious-coronavirus-cases-rise-trumps/story?id=73435247; Holland, S. and Chiacu, D. Trump set to go home to a White House hard hit by coronavirus. Retrieved October 5, 2020, from https://www.yahoo.com/news/trumps-medical-status-unclear-doctors-040418365.html.

[5] Dillion, N. CDC admits COVID-19 can spread through tiny aerosol droplets suspended for 'minutes to hours'. Retrieved October 5, 2020, from https://www.yahoo.com/news/cdc-admits-covid-19-spread-211400081.html; Edwards, E. CDC reverses again, now says COVID-19 is 'sometimes' airborne. Retrieved October 5, 2020, from https://www.today.com/health/cdc-reverses-again-now-says-covid-19-sometimes-airborne-t193348.

[6] Lofty, C. (2019, November 25). Cleopatra comin' atcha! - the music of Cleo in Space. Retrieved October 4, 2020, from https://futurevega.com/blog/cleopatra-in-space.

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[sp-ud]

Me in my senior year when I was suddenly told I wasn't allowed to sit in one of the commons area during what is best compared to a "homeroom" period at the end of the day, and if I was going to remain at school despite not having classes or a homeroom I had to go to the office to get a homeroom assigned,

After already having to change my routine just a few days before because they closed the library as they worked on implementing an ID reader at the door because too many students were using it to skip and fights were literally happening in the library

which I couldn't even return to once the system was in place as I never got an ID because I registered online and they never announced how online registered students could get an ID (I did get one before the end of the year though. Just so I could sit in there again)

So then I had to walk up to the guidance counselors office, be told my counselor wasn't in today. But this was easy enough I could just send him an email, get his automated(?) Reply that he wasn't in today. Sit there panicking even more before one of the other counselors said she could also do it.

Then go sit awkwardly in the homeroom, having walked in randomly in the middle of it (luckily it was a teacher I knew on a friendlier level than some of the other ones)

And once homeroom is over, I'm too scared to sit back down in the commons area (there's one more period of the day. BTW the reason I couldn't just leave after my last class is because I don't have a license. And even if I did, I wouldn't have a car, and even if I wasn't disabled, my house is far enough away that a bus comes for a reason) because I didn't want the same guy to see me again that I just kept walking till I was just outside.

BTW during this entire time I'm constantly shaking and silently crying and shit. If u were wondering, wearing a mask while having a runny nose and crying is gross) no one said anything and I'm not sure if I was actually that good at hiding it, or if they could tell I didn't want anyone to acknowledge it.

Anyways. I'm standing outside, its cold, and I still have an hour til the bus. So I end up texting my dad for him to pick me up. He arrives just a bit before.the bus, so.im standing out there in the cold for just.a bit under an hour. But I figure.its still worth it becahse after the last 2 hours I've had I'd rather not deal with a school bus.

I didn't realize how much this still annoyed me til I started typing my reply to crumb and realized I'm feeling an anxious... burn? In my chest and I wanted to see of typing it out would help (it didn't make it worse but it's certainly not better) and I'm also realizing I've really been slacking on consistently taking my anxiety meds the last week or so.

#vent #long post