#bc it got stupidly long

[poisonouspastels]

I need to talk about Minecraft AU for a sec and how the difference between our world and their world makes for some of the most humorous but also interesting differences in how people act about certain subjects.

Like the trans thing right. Steve and Rana are both trans I've talked about that before. And neither of them are on hormone replacement or anything (there is an in universe explanation as to why Steve has a beard though I promise I can talk about that if anyone wants) but like that's fine bc it literally Doesn't Matter to them or anyone else. Like as spawned players they already don't have any pre-existing gender roles or ideas of what something "should" be so gender and presentation is what they make of it and there's no real solid idea in anyone's mind about how a "boy" or "girl" behaves or looks like. These are labels that exist but they barely mean anything. It also helps that any preexisting culture that WOULD have ideas of this was almost entirely destroyed like 5000 years ago (thanks Groda) so it matters even less than it already did.

And its funny bc the only two people alive from that era, White Eyes and Groda also just don't care. Groda maybe asks why Rana's voice sounds deeper once and nearly gets torn apart by Alex bc of it (Rana isn't offended or anything she just has a defensive girlfriend), bc she doesn't really understand because she never experienced anything like this first hand but very quickly comes to understand it and accept it. And on the other hand White Eyes is just like "I've seen weirder things than this" which yeah. Yeah honestly I think the person who was previously one with the undead would not care about gender in the grand scheme of things.

And then u have Kai which I've joked before that they may as well have been spawned in nonbinary. They rlly just said "I'm not really anything" and everyone was like yeah makes sense I vibe with it. Good for u.

Steve and Rana are both fairly open about having been the opposite genders previously (because that's how they view their experiences and that's valid!) and don't really shy away from the subject but also never really have much reason to talk about it since there's rarely a need to. In the modern day pretty much everyone who met them had met them post-transition. Even Alex had met them just before Steve started growing in his beard. The only people who ever knew them as Adam and Eve were Efe and Sunny but they never really thought it was weird or anything. Like the weirdest part to them was Steve saying he got his epiphany from seeing some guy in the distance on a foggy day who looked vaguely like him but that's its own subject manner that they aren't going to pry on.

Also Steve did DIY top "surgery" previously with a sword but we aren't going to talk about how messy that was for everyone involved.

#minecraft #minecraft au mastertag #apologies for my trans ramblings. how i get to approach these subject matters in the AU is just fun #and i needed to get some thoughts out #unrelated fun fact that i think most people here dont know: Steve and Alex were actually the first two to be in a committed relationship #not Steve and Rana like most would (rightfully) expect #this is because despite the fact that the two have literally know eachother for their entire lives #they're both really bad at being honest with themselves. #for years it was 'i like this person but i dont know how to tell them' #to 'well maybe i only FEEL like i like them because i dont know anyone else that well' #to 'well maybe they dont feel the same and it'd be weird to bring it up now' #you've heard of slow burn now get ready for what those two had going on #Alex when integrated into the household and months had passed actually had enough confidence to ask #here's the funny part though. she had assumed that Steve and Rana WERE dating already (and was cool with it obviously) #they were not. #so u can imagine how funny it is for Steve to hear 'Your girlfriend is pretty' out of Alex's mouth bc of that #She's more shocked that they're NOT dating already they live in the same house they've known eachother for literally their entire existence #they are like so stupidly affectionate with eachother to boot #'And you've known her for how long??' 'I mean... about 10 years?' 'DUDE.' #its actually agonizing but on the bright side it is what got the polycule started eventually #I would not be surprised if Sunny and Efe placed bets on if/when it would eventually happen

[honeybeeff]

has this been done yet

#celeste game #madeline celeste #sry for the kapwing logo lol #video #audio #music #i remember being stupidly proud of myself when i finally got it to sound clean #after like an hr or so of tinkering in audacity #honeybeeff misc #its been in the drafts for so long bc it is. stupjd

[hella1975]

i can’t believe not even 24 hours ago i was in an exam like that still feels like something i hallucinated

#bc i have accommodations me and all the other academic silly guys go in a little room so it means there’s several different exams happening #and I have EXTRA TIME but the invigilator was like ‘you have reading time right?’ (different things entirely) #and my dumbass as we know can’t refuse a free thing regardless of the context so without hesitation I went ‘yep!’ #like I’ll take it if ur offering babe! #which turned out to be such a pain bc in the 15 mins of reading time ur NOT ALLOWED to start the exam u just have to look at it #and my exam was stupidly short bc my lecturer is a lazy gimp so I was just sat there like 🧍🏻‍♀️ #FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES #and the invigilator was really condescending? like defo got told she was in the room with all the neurodivergent and learning disabilities #and took it to HEART like she came over at one point and went to tell me where to write my name??? but obvs I’d already done it??? #and I left early and before everyone else and when I put my hand up and said i was finished #she went ‘you’re finished???’ really shocked like #odd. very odd. also I had it’s been so long by the living tombstone stuck in my head the entire exam #THAT was not peak #it’s been so long…. since I last have seen my son lost to this monster… to the man behind the slaughter… 🤪🤪🤪 #MY DAUGHTER IF YOU CAN HEAR ME I KNEW YOU WOULD RETURN AS WELL IT’S IN YOUR NATURE TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT IM SORRY THAT ON THAT DAY #THE DAY YOU WERE SHUT OUT AND LEFT TO DIE NO ONE WAS THERE TO LIFT YOU UP INTO THEIR ARMS THE WAY YOU LIFTED OTHERS INTO YOURS #girls will unknowingly memorise the fnaf speech. watch out josh hutcherson #hella goes to uni

[thunderboltfire]

I went against my usual order of thinking about the main cast and as I was stuck on Argo's refsheet I decided to make Daen's first. Unfortunately I haven't managed to finish it in time for Artfight - as a Bloodless (roughly speaking, Isaldi's equivalent of vampire), he'd fit right in this year's theme.

#Daen #OC #Isaldi #There's still no healing magic per se in this world #Daen however often can make somebody Not Die for long enough to get someone to safety #which is already fairly good #dude's simultaneously a guy who can and will fade into background voluntarily and someone who knows more than the rest of the party combine #whom Daen knows? where does he know them from? how far exactly his network of influence and all of the favors owed to him go? #we may never know #he's usually stupidly professional #if Theria curses it's her usual manner of speech #if Daen curses things are definitely serious #and he's got a pair of pivoted scissors! He just doesn't carry them with him bc they're terribly expensive #reference sheet #thunderboltfire's art

[chiropterx]

Your POV when Man-Bat is checking you out...

#🦇 || musings #🦇 || research #!shitposting #One of the rare times Man-Bat is being cute #Unless he decides you smell REALLY good and decides to give you a taste :') #Okay it's a fruit bat but Man-Bat likes fruit! #Gonna be on Roman today I think but I'll pop in on Kirk as well bc there is so much that needs to be done <3 #Got today off and tomorrow also! #Slept so long today oof #Then I fucked up bc I ate a Reese's chocolate peanut butter bar #I was craving it but it's so going to trigger inflammation aghsfgsfd #Stupidly i do the thing that will fuck me up for the day for a few minutes of tasty satisfaction lol

[oculusxcaro]

How did you manage to escape the facility?

"Not easily, that's for sure." Khare muttered with a grimace, her face souring further at having to think back to those days when she'd been under lock and key, at the mercy of mad researchers pursuing even madder goals. Just the thought alone was enough to cause a spike of anxiety roiling through her body, sharp intake of breath reminding her she was away from all that, at least for now.

"I… planned it, for quite some time. It took a while too. Didn't have anything else to do considering they locked us up in our own tiny cells, storing us like old toys until they wanted updates on how we were doing." The days back then had blended into one another, the passage of time soon becoming meaningless without clocks, calenders or even windows to indicate whether it was day or night. Time was measured through other ways, whether it was feeding time, time to get hosed down for a quick 'shower' or when it was time to get yanked off for more testing, usually when the drugs in their porridge had taken their toll. It was with a bitter expression that Khare sucked in another slow breath. "It got easier once I stopped eating. I knew then that was how they kept us nice and quiet, easier to control. I pretended to be asleep whenever they came for me, but kept my eyes cracked so I could map out the place. How many guards posted and where, that sort of thing. Eventually they got complacent and that's when I started getting ideas." The guard assigned to her unit was particularly sloppy, a man called Dave, or Dipshit Dave as she'd taken to calling him more than once or twice when he tried getting friendly with her.

"After a while, I got a good idea of how big the place was. Spotted the exit on the way to the labs also, and learned the code to escape. Then, one day there was a bad batch of injections to be tested… killed the first guy who received them straight away and immediately mutated the next. Some sweet-looking Mennonite girl, she couldn't have been older than sixteen at the time." Khare sighed, the look of remorse and regret on her face having never been stronger. Angrily she wiped at the corner of her eyes, stinging with tears that refused to shed. "Not sure why they didn't stop then. They jabbed us all, one after the other and - it hurt. I think I did pass out for real then, my body going numb. Woke up in my cell later on and that's when I decided I couldn't stay another day. I had to get out." Or die trying. Death would have been preferable to staying in that hellish place, waiting for the inevitable or worse, becoming a twisted, writhing mass of flesh unrecognizable as any animal on earth. "Those bad batches were the key to my escape. Dipshit Dave came by later to check on those who'd been taken and survived. Most of us didn't so he was sent alone. Big mistake." Khare sneered, lips pulled back to reveal her teeth as the sweet, sweet memory of knocking his head into the wall came into full force. It was hardly justice for what had been done to her, the all the people who'd died or even that sweet girl who'd become something else, but it sure felt good striking back somehow, in her own pathetic way. "I grabbed his face when he bent over to check up on me. My fingertips popped, they were so full of electricity but it stunned Dipshit Dave long enough for me to knock his head in a few times. Grabbed his gun, grabbed his keycard and made a run for the exit there and then. The alarm didn't get raised until I'd just about reached the exit." Some of the guards tried using a stun gun on her but they didn't work. She'd shot back with Dave's gun but missed, wishing dearly she hadn't. Still, it made them back off long enough for her to throw open the doors, Khare running wildly into the courtyard where it was thankfully night. She frowned at the memory of barren grounds, of rocks and a high fence walling everything off, woefully unprepared to stop a mass breakout but then how often had escapes happened? Not often enough if she'd managed it. "By the time I got halfway over the fence, more guards arrived, this time carrying real guns. Got shot right in the hip causing me to fall over onto the other side before getting up and scrambling off into the bushes. Hurt like a bitch at the time but I think I was too full of adrenaline knowing it was now or never, because if they got their hands on me again, I knew for sure I wouldn't live to see morning." Or anything else again. Briefly Khare wondered if those guards ever got into trouble for her escaping. Maybe they'd explained it all away, claiming to have dumped her body with the others who'd died that night? Perhaps they considered it irrelevant, not thinking she could survive the vast trek throughout the wilderness down the mountains and through the forests back to civilization. The bears certainly tried their best to stop her though Khare had survived them too, swimming, crawling and jogging day and night until she'd came across traintracks, following them south until finding a logging railroad that would make her journey easier. "Now if you'll excuse me, I don't like talking about it, or what happened afterwards."

#anonymous #;; asks #I am so sorry this took so long nonny! #Made it a bit longer to make up for it but it's a ramble and a half #Basically Khare got lucky #Stupidly lucky at that tbh #She saw an opportunity and pounced #Those bad injections were the key to escaping indeed allowing her to tank bullets and survive the harsh journey #This took six attempts at posting bc tumblr no longer likes longer responses asdfghjkl

[coffee-scrub]

Oh yeah I was planning to post this lil thing earlier but then forgot lol

anyways heres the first few bullets I made for the story

most of it is stuff that I added in the first chapter bc I never rlly made a long time plan/goal for the fic, so no spoilers :) but still fun to look at again

#writing woes #I wrote that and then just got an impulse to write some beginning exerpt. and now we're here #side note I have no idea what to call the fic bc I made it a stupidly long title for the jokes #like? HWTPTFWMS?? PTFWMS??? #i'll figure it out

[torchiiko]

hi i need 2 complain. trying to earn money from art is one of the hardest things to do largely bc theres so so much competition, millions of artists trying to grab potential buyers attention

unfortunately some artists achieve this by charging the lowest possible prices for very very nice work. i have legitimately seen ppl charge as low as 1 single united states dollor (1 usd) when they could & should be charging so much more

its frustrating & discouraging!!! ppl always say to charge what youre worth bc the ppl who like your work will pay for it, but that doesnt feel true seeing how successful most of the low-cost high-skill artists are. who would spend $10+ on 1 commission when they could get like 4 for the same price from a better artist

and it sucks bc at a certain point i have to wonder, is it really just the marketing not reaching far enough or is my art itself the problem? im never sure how to describe it, idk what box it fits into. ive been content with my style & the direction ive taken it recently, but now i have to wonder if personal contentment is worth more than financial gain. could i make it more desirable to a wider audience? could i appeal to ppl who have money to spend? im not sure

if i charged lower would i be more successful? is more work for less money better than no work for no money? i simply do not know

#i was originally just gonna say im thinking abt trying 2 make a christmas ych but then i got sad bc i was like #“well theres gonna be way better ones for way less so whats the point” and then i was annoyed by ppl charging stupidly low #bc they make it harder for artists to charge appropriately. no ones gonna choose the more expensive option unless its Signifigantly bettter #& a lot of the ppl charging that low are still very skilled so theres just no reason to pay more if anything will do as long as it cheap #sorryy i just. trying to advertise on th is a nightmare bc of how many ppl charge $5 or less #torch chatter #me when i complain #ramble

[elytrafemme]

i think CS broke me bc in some kind of asshole way i think i began to expect people to comment on it so seeing comments still made me go !!! but it was nowhere near how it used to feel. so posting a fic with a small kudos amount, in a living fandom but definitely nowhere near DSMP’s numbers back then & still now, has reminded me that getting an AO3 comment-- especially from a stranger-- is the best thing in the fucking world.

#nightmare.personal #important note that like people have also historically said nice things about my fics in tags and asks here not just comments #so like. i'll call him out but alek left me a very niceys tag when rbing my fic link #and like that was equal amounts of !!! people read it! people liked it! to me #like i try not to be picky any attention makes me super excited #sully's long comment on my fic was also like. i couldn't respond for a few days bc i was SO fucking excited #but now i just got a notif from someone i don't think i recognize? and it's like #holy shit this is the best day ever. feels like i got accepted into college again except its just me grinning stupidly #bc friends make me feel warm but strangers r like. you don't even know me. and you're being niceys? what the fuck? #but also. friend in the comments section makes me feel less alone on my own fic

[sodrippy]

hubris moment: feeling good bc i was gonna get to my adhd psych appt a bit early only to realize i forgot my fucking referral letter at home

#it would have been FINE if i just stayed on the train an extra stop before calling my doctor #but i stupidly got off at the station that gets one train every 20 minutes 😭 #at least bc its an adhd specialist the office is (as i recall) pretty chill about lateness and my appt wont take long but god #i wanted a good grade in adhd management 😔

[cosmicallymundane]

no one talk to me im crying over my old outline for my fandom ocs

#as messy as it was #which was typical for a 15 yo with no grip on reality #i loved them and all the adventures they took me on as i wrote it #jaace was literally never meant to exist and yet he does #he was supposed to be unlovable and angry and hurt #he wasnt meant to be held so gently he wasnt supposed to heal #AND HE FUCKING DID #thru stupidly soft touches and words and gestures #he got to be warm and he wasnt burnt :((( #Hon was meant to be a bitch #and ynknow what #he was #i hated him and i loved him bc of that hate #he got to be put thru all my angst and he still found comfort #he got to reconnect with his brother and shit #and as wacky as their stories got #i gotta thank the people who didnt discourage those stupidly cheesy oneshots #i didnt deserve them #and as much as i hate it #to talk about people that has long since forgotten me #they helped me grow as a writer and a person and im always gonna be so fucking grateful for that

[hella1975]

#this is for tams before you taob bitches start harassing me 🤺🤺🤺 #I have the choice to have two pretty normal length chapters or one OBNOXIOUSLY long one #I’m hesitant to choose the long one bc it’s a v oc focused chapter and I feel like making people read such a huge chunk of fic in one go #that has limited focus on the actual fire siblings that the fic is about is a bit of a piss take #but for that very reason I don’t want to have two chapters bc I like the idea of this chapter being self-contained #like it was NOT supposed to be so long I just got stupidly attached to the ocs and the story being told #it was initially just gonna be an almost interlude chapter to showcase the harsh reality of life again #idk I’ll probs do one chapter and try cut it down #tbh the first 4k words are pretty zuko-azula heavy and the rest of the chapter will be then INTERACTING with the ocs #I feel like I worded this to sound like they aren’t there at all. they are lol #I’m not worried about the ocs on principle bc I do think at this point that if ur reading one of MY fics and ur someone who hates ocs #then that’s on you LMAO like I have a brand to keep what’s your excuse #we’ll see #twice as many stars

[inejghavertz]

ha. ha ha.

#think i am very close to a breakdown lolol #like i've been feeling it for a few weeks but i don't think i've felt this low and rotten for a very long time #like all i've been doing is laying down in bed and avoiding responsibilities and not knowing what to watch and being bored #i've molded into my bed and i actually don't like it #can't even really get out of the house much bc i'm a 23 year old that doesn't know how to drive #no car no license #i'm fully in the suburbs too so it's not like there's really anything here walking distance and i know that shouldn't be what keeps me - #in the house and i'm being stupid #i'm 23 with a full degree and yet no job no skills nothing #skins gotten awful hair's gotten awful parents having money troubles nothing's stable lmao #it's spring break and we had plans to do stuff over the break but my sister got ill so we are Not actually going anywhere ha #and i was stupidly mad at my sister for being sick when i think i was just desperate to get out of the house and do things and now i can't #like imagine how dumb you have to be to take it out on your little sister through passive aggression #and i think i'm just desperate to get out of the house in general #like get out and live my life #get a job get my own income get a car so i can go on a solo road trip like i always wanted #make enough money to get an apartment for myself like i always wanted #and none of that's happening #can't do any of that without feeling like i'm abandoning my parents either wow #but that's a whole other thing #just cried about it though so i think i am okay for now #need chocolate or cake or something but THERE IS NONE #unless i make chocolate chip waffles for sehri but that didn't really work last time

[yxami]

I think I said I would do no nut November as a joke bc I didn’t do October so 😭😭😭 here u go

desc: yandere nerd x gn willing reader, mentions of stalking, obsession, creep habits, the usual, was gonna make nsfw but it got long so maybe part 2 will actually be the no nut part

The bookworm of your class has trouble not looking at you, not focusing in on how beautiful you presented yourself today, jesus, is that a new body mist? It’s almost like you knew he loves sweet scents.

He stares at the back of your head lovingly until you turn around and catch his stare on accident after you were about to speak to your friend. He freezes in the wooden chair he sits in and sees you slowly speaking to your friend while knitting your brows in a confused expression as you stare back.

Fuck fuck fuck. He manages to look away with red cheeks, ears burning a scorching temperature in embarrassment. He didn’t expect you to turn to your friend!! You had never done that so why now?

God, he hopes he didn’t look like a creep, he can’t even follow along to the lesson since his hands are too shaky and his mind can’t settle on one thing to think about other than you.

This is the only occasions his brain is fried and jumbled, he feels so dumb when you plague his mind to the point where he’s unable to think or speak.

The lesson passes thankfully, or so he thought until he sees you walking up to his desk, he hesitated to even look up, just staring straight ahead until you speak, if you listened closely you could these his teeth grinding in pure anxiousness.

“Hey, do you mind?” Your voice is in a regular tone, no anger, no disgust, nothing, this being the first time you’ve ever spoken to him, but he doesn’t pick up on that fact.

“Nono! Go ah- ahead” He mentally curses at himself for being such a mess up when his throat fails to smoothly deliver his words. He gets up, collecting his books and allowing you to get a better look at him.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to study together after school, you seemed to be a little lost during class so I wanted to offer my help” You grin, hoping it was friendly like you imagined it to be.

“Oh— um, yeah! I mean yes, thank you, sorry” He rambled, stupidly continuing his sentence even though it was just a yes or no question. He couldn’t imagine that his dream would come true by the hands of you.

All the stalking he’s done, passing in the same route you go after managing to log into your school account to find out what your schedule was, going to every party you went to just to hide in a corner for the entire duration to make sure nobody would try to take you home, he’d do anything to make sure you were safe and happy.

It’s humorous to him that he has you in his room now, looking around with your curiosity peaked at how he’s decorated his room, games and such, a few posters here and there.

He just hopes the last minute decorating suits him because the hundereds of photos he had to tear off his wall had him wincing every time, he’s never dared to take them off until now, nor even hide the plushies he’s bought that look like you, but he assured himself it was for the sake of you, so he managed to do it.

“So, can you remember what this mixture does? When the 5th and 8th are swished together?” You point your pencil, circling around the ones you were mentioning, wondering if he would get this one right.

This poor little nerd is shaking on whether to pretend he doesn’t know or impress you with his knowledge, he’s the top of the class but you thought he didn’t get the subject.

So he decided to pretend.

“Um… it makes this one right?” He weakly says, hoping his confused voice sounded realistic, he doesn’t like the taste of lying on his tongue, but he’s doing it for you so it’s okay in his mind.

You shake your head with a disapproving hum but make sure not to embarrass him by pointing at the right answer. “It’s this one, I created a rhyme to remember since it’s kinda hard to remember it” You wrote down your own creation of a rhyme on his notes, making sure it was right by whispering it to yourself.

Honestly too cute, his heart is pounding out of his chest while he gushes over how adorable you looked, you’re a drug that he can’t stay away from, and he loves every second of this high he gets.

As you scribble the lines down he hopes you write more so he can treasure how your handwriting and add it to his growing collection. The growth is spreading like wildfire just from you being in his room and doing normal things.

“Sorry if it’s out of the blue but I haven’t ate all day, can I get some snacks or something?” You could feel your stomach growl, hoping it wasn’t as loud as you imagined it to be.

“Huh- yeah sure! Of course!” He jumps up, quickly scrambling to get out from under the table the two of you worked on. “I’ll get you something, don’t worry!” He happily says, quickly zigzagging out his own room to get you something to eat.

You thought he was an interesting classmate, that’s for sure. You wondered what type of personality he had, was he always this shy and desperate to please?

You placed your pencil down, forgetting to set it down on something sturdy, it rolls down under his bed into the darkness, before you could even realize what specific area it rolled into. You make sightless grabs and manage to get ahold of something.

You bring it out to find out it’s nothing like a pencil and in fact a plushie, a cute one, but it looks a little familiar, it sort of resembles you? Maybe it’s just a coincidence? You pat it’s plush little head and place it down on the side, making another grab to find one plushie after another.

Seriously! How many plushies did he need? And why did they all look like you?

You only piece together that you’ve discovered a part of his shrine when you pull out a collage of pictures that all contain you.

You talking with your friend who was angrily scribbled out, another of you eating at lunch, one of you just tired during a lecture, and the most intimate ones being of you sleeping and in your house. You can tell one of them is more recent by how the picture was of you in your pajamas cooking yesterdays dinner.

Your eyes quickly dart to observe each photo, pondering about when or how he could’ve taken these.

Speak of the devil he enters with a plate of your favorite food, something you’ve never told him and you’re sure that it’s not another coincidence.

His jaw drops as he sees you surrounded by his plushie collection and most terrifying of all, his collage of his favorite pictures of you.

“That’s— um- I can explain! It’s just—“ He hastily shoves the plate onto his studying table, trying to reason with unfinished rambles of whatever, you honestly blocked it out.

“What is all this?” Your face contorts into blatant confusion and he can’t read the glint in your eyes, something he‘s never failed to do.

“I’m sorry, im s—sorry” He hiccups, already into a crying mess without any actual words of rejection, he’s on his knees, hands clasping onto your pants as he begs for who knows what.

“I-I promise I won’t stalk you anymore, please? I know it’s creepy and wrong but I like you I really do“ He cries, hoping you wouldn’t kick him to the side and yell at him like he’d assume you would do.

He knew he was a creep but he couldn’t stop himself, it all started with you helping him grab his things after he dropped it in a busy hallway and then the obsession never stopped, it was like a parasite that he couldn’t stop feeding and he loved every second of it, of you.

“It’s fine” You pat his head, brushing some hair out his face.

“It’s fine..?” He repeats, wondering if he’s heard you correctly, he sniffles and melts into your soft touch, even though he feels undeserving of it right now.

“Well I kinda had an idea that there was something up with you. By how many times I’ve seen you throughout my week, I’ve noticed that you’re always in the background watching me” You bring him up to stand, his legs are so shaky he’s almost leaning on you.

“You’re n..not mad right?” He hiccups again, now getting embarrassed at how pathetic he sounded, his glassy eyes scanned your expression, praying this wasn’t a cruel joke and that you genuinely didn’t mind.

“Not really, just.. don’t take pictures inside my house” You’re tempted to joke with him by whacking his arm with a plushie of his but you don’t. You just continue to tuck his hair behind his ears so they no longer stick to his wet cheeks.

“Ookay! I won’t” He quickly nods, eager to please you, especially since you seemed to have accepted him even with his creepy habits and flaws.

“And if you want a picture just ask, you don’t have to take them far away without my permission” You grab his phone, wiping his tears away with your sleeve and blowing his bangs out his face, he’s practically crimson red by how he closed his eyes thinking you were going to kiss his forehead.

“Here, look” You sit next to him, backs pressed against the wall of his bed as you take a photo, you tell him to smile after seeing the blank expression on his face.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous” He mumbles, wiping his damp face to make sure he didn’t look that bad in the photo, he’s only closed his eyes for one moment before he feels pressure on top of his lap, oh my god you’re in his lap why are you in his lap?

Before he can sputter out those questions you take a picture, making a kissy face as he looks flustered and confused in the photo, you turn his phone to show the picture you took.

“Why not put that one in your collage?” You turn to see how he looks and there’s not a single thought behind his eyes, looks like you broke him and the teasing has barely even started.

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #pls request #yandere nerd #yandere nerd ic #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere guy #yandere x gn reader #yandere x willing reader #yandere virgin #yandere nerd oc #nerd yandere

[bittersweetblasphemy]

Tired of letting shit get in my way. Time to brute force it.

#wanted to work out despite this stupidly long flare up #surprise! my rower's screen is fucked #set a time bc im weak as shit from being bedridden so its not like im aiming for a distance or split time #rubber banded my phone to it and listened to music #not like i can afford a replacement screen #got this damn thing third hand for 1/4 price anyway #if i gotta made do or mcgyver some shit so be it #stubbornness and spite gotta go somewhere

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Ready to roll?

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 9

Prompt: No Upside Down AU

Rated: T

CW: one mention of masturbation bc Eddie is a horny little shit

Tags: Future fic; Flirting; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in rollerblades

Notes: Another collab with the amazingly talented and creative @house-of-the-moving-image - check out their art!

"What?" Eddie says eloquently, tearing his eyes from the laminated menu. 

The waiter is hovering next to his booth, pen tapping against the notepad in his hand. He looks annoyed. Probably pissed at Eddie for interrupting his quiet night shift. Well, tough luck, pretty boy. 

"I said …" the waiter pauses, heaves a brief but heartfelt sigh. "Are you ready to roll?" 

Eddie blinks. 

"Listen, dude!" The waiter says flatly, but there's a blush blossoming on his neck. "I'd ask if I may take your order, but I'm, like, contractually obfuscated to say … this instead. Goes with the theme, y’know?" 

He gestures at the entirety of himself. The cheerfully colored shirt and tiny shorts. The little apron around his waist. The knee-high socks disappearing into a pair of chunky, red-and-white rollerblades, and … oh, right. 

"Well?" 

Eddie snaps his eyes back up and shit, for how long has he been staring at those legs like a creep?

The waiter is scowling at him. He really is pretty. Exactly Eddie’s type. Gold-flecked eyes, stupidly voluminous hair, pink lips twisted into a bitchy little scowl. Eddie imagines pushing him up against the wall on those stupid wheels of his, sucking and biting that scowl right off. 

"Hm," he makes instead. "The guys at the label said I'd enjoy the cake, but I'm starting to think they weren't talking about the menu." 

The scowl deepens. 

"Cheeseburger and fries," Eddie says. "And a strawberry milkshake." 

One elegant eyebrow arches. 

"... Please?" 

Waiter boy smirks at him, a brief flash of perfectly white teeth. Eddie wants to lick them. 

"Coming right up." He jots the order down, shoves pen and notepad into his apron pocket. As he does, Eddie catches a glimpse of the name tag attached to his uniform shirt. (Which has nothing to do with him ogling the way the fabric stretches over that toned chest, because he wasn't doing that, thank you.)

It says "Hi, I'm Steve. :-)"

Wait, what? 

The whirr of rollerblades on the floor tiles jerks him out of his stupor. He's glad he didn't take off his sunglasses, because holy fuck, he must be gawking like an idiot right now. 

Because he knows a guy named Steve. Or knew. 

A guy named Steve with perfect, caramel hair, tan skin littered in moles and an irritatingly pretty, aloof smile. Not that Eddie was ever at the receiving end of that smile. The closest Eddie ever got to him was back in eighty-six, when he was dealing drugs out of his van. In the driveway of that palace in Loch Nora, while the King and his court partied inside. 

Eddie watches how waiter boy comes gliding out of the kitchen, wipes down tables and refills napkin holders. 

It can't be. 

Steve Harrington is back in the hellhole that is Hawkins, Indiana - or maybe at some college halfway across the country, preparing to take over daddy's business. He's most certainly not wearing rollerblades and a pair of stupidly short shorts, waiting tables in a cheap twenty-four hour diner in Seattle. 

Then again, back in eighty-six, who would've thought that Eddie Munson would be owning his own record label one day? 

When waiter boy arrives with his order and leans in to put it down on the table, Eddie peers over his sunglasses to cast an inconspicuous look at his profile. 

There's a pair of moles on his neck, near identical in size, spaced apart like a perfect little vampire bite. 

Well, slap his ass and call him Sally. 

Eddie knows these moles, has spent entire nights jerking off to the thought of sinking his teeth into them. 

"Staring costs extra," Steve mutters at the milkshake. 

Before Eddie can say anything, the phone on the counter rings and Steve rolls over to answer it. Eddie chews on his too-salty fries and can't help the grin that tugs at his lips as he watches the boy twirl the cord around his fingers while taking the order. 

The night just officially got interesting.

Steve looks over, catches him staring and gives him the flattest, most unimpressed look Eddie has ever seen on a person who just realized they were being checked out. The blush has reached his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. Eddie winks and Steve rolls his eyes before he turns his back on him. Eddie doesn’t complain. That ass does look fantastic in the shorts.

He takes his time with the meal. The burger is nothing to write home about, but the view more than makes up for it.

When he is done, he saunters over to the counter, pulling out his wallet. Steve is busy counting mayonnaise packages and muttering under his breath. He blinks in confusion when Eddie slaps down a fifty, starts digging for change in his apron. 

"Nah," Eddie says. "Just keep it." 

Steve frowns at him. "That's way too much." 

"Don't sell yourself short. I thought staring was extra?"

Steve opens his mouth. Hesitates. Closes it. Pockets the money. 

"Thanks," he murmurs, eyes trained at some point behind Eddie's shoulder. "Roll by again."

Eddie just barely manages to turn the incoming snort into a grin.  

"Sure will,” he mutters, leaning across the counter and into the boy’s space. “Maybe I'll try that cake next time." 

"Oh, please," Steve huffs. "As if you could afford me, Munson." 

Eddie feels his jaw drop. "Wait, you knew who-" 

The doorbell chimes. 

"Hi there!" Steve chirps at the guy in the door. "You called, right? I'll check if your order is ready." 

And then he's gone and Eddie is staring at the still swinging kitchen door like an idiot. 

It isn't until he's back out in the dark street that his confusion morphs into something else. His majesty wants to play coy? Well, Eddie can indulge him, can't he? 

He makes his way home with a new spring in his step. Looks like he's found his new favorite dinner spot.

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