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seasonal-writes · 10 months

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“how do you talk to star?” - title from the song of the same name by everybody’s worried about owen (since it’s back up, ao3 link is here!) characters: jimmy (mainly)/tango cw: none unless you consider the insane amount of introspective themes throughout this thing. so! little note! guess who wrote something new and finished it. for the first time in months. it is short, i am rusty, and i DEFINITELY wouldn’t say it’s my best work but i like the concept a lot and churned this short and sweet little introspective fic last night in a writing haze! i missed four calls from my family members help.

It is based on this prompt list, specifically number 7. :) hope you all enjoy this super short, ramble-y, jimmy is very much pining one-shot! ~

Jimmy has learned it takes nothing. Barely a glance, he has found, for all of the sediment—that he thought was long stationary—to be kicked up again, to clog every artery and leave him struggling to breathe. His conundrum lies in the side profile of Tango. The curve of the tip of his forehead, drooping into the bridge of his nose and rolling over two delicate hills of pretty, thin lips. Yes, he with the dancing eyebrows and teeth flashing, pulling against his lip when he grins and eyes that almost sparkle in sync. Tango—devastatingly, heart-achingly, undeniably and beyond beautiful Tango who has yet to notice his staring. If Jimmy were to be grateful for anything, he’d be grateful for the obliviousness of his quarry. Tango, in a stunning move, laughs without a care in the world. It’s so loud and clear and Jimmy feels a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip, the cause of such being obvious to anyone who may notice his ogling. Though, making a home in the corner of this crowded living room, he has no intentions of intruding. Of course, maybe he wishes he was the one making Tango laugh like that. Maybe he wishes that intoxicating gaze could be on him, rather than those who engage him. “You know, you can just go talk to him, right?” Grian asks, a gentle nudge of Jimmy’s elbow making him turn. Jimmy snorts. Maybe that’s the problem, isn’t it? Jimmy probably could just go talk to him. He’d been watching him for so long, for so many occasions—if he were a more attentive man, he’d have studied the patterns by now. He’d understand every little joke, made a note of everything that could make him more appealing, more fun to talk to. Instead, he gets lost in it. When he tries to keep track, he fails. Being analytical was never his strong suit, and it never failed him more than when he was trying to figure out how to talk to the one he is very much in love with. The one who, as far as he knows, is very much not in love with him. “We talk,” Jimmy says, “We’re just friends, that’s what friends do” “Yeah, Tim, and I’m just an idiot.” “You said it, not me.” Jimmy tries to say it seriously, but he can’t help the grin. “I bet he’d like to chat. You two always get along well,” Grian says, dodging the jab flawlessly and turning his eyes to Tango, the two now watching from the shadows. “Well- yeah, I guess.” Another problem. They did get along well. Too well, in fact. He had friends, had people who he could count on and talk to or laugh with. Jimmy even knew what it felt like to be flirted with, to be teased in that way. But it never quite felt the same when it was with Tango. And it just confused him anyway, was Tango flirting with him? Was he flirting back? He knows well that sometimes he just stumbles into things without looking first, that was no doubt. It could very well be that Jimmy was just fooling himself, wandering into something that he didn’t get a good look at before exposing his neck to the danger of misinterpretation. Maybe, in reality, Tango was just indulging him—even if he is a really, really good guy, the concept was dangerously easy for Jimmy to trust. “I just think that if you’d get off your perch and just go up to him, or wave or- geez, just stop staring and do something, it’d probably be fine.” “I appreciate your suggestions, but I am comfortable right here,” Jimmy says, “He’s busy, anyway- see?” He nods up in the general direction of Tango, noting how he is casually conversing with Impulse and Zed, who keep him engaged. Grian groans. “Not gonna be busy forever, man.” “Well, I can’t go talk to him right now, then. Maybe later.” He feels Grian clap a hand onto his shoulder, sighing. “Whatever you say, Tim. But those feelings are just going to fester till you say something, you know.” “..I’ll- I’ll take my chances,” Jimmy mutters, swallowing hard. He only glances at Grian for a second while he moves off into the rest of the party, not bothering to track where he’s heading once he leaves. When he finds Tango again, there’s not much of a difference. Zed left. Impulse still has him explaining something. He can tell by how his hands move, how his gestures get big and small and create the shapes of whatever figures are drawn out in his mind. Jimmy always admired that. He’d gotten it up close, once, when Tango got into one of his redstone rambles and talked at Jimmy while he just nodded and smiled and listened, despite having zero clue about what he was saying. Jimmy may not be good at redstone, but he’s sure if he was asked what he liked about Tango, he would go into the same sort of ramble. Big hand gestures, small hand gestures—anything to properly convey how smitten he had him. Tango had no idea. Jimmy was sure, at this point, he was destined for a forever’s worth of pining. A lifetime of restless stomachs, of rocking heartbeats that sound more like scattered drums than something meant to keep him alive. He will spend the majority of his days avoiding the fire and getting used to the cold of the corners, growing fond of the way his eyes glaze over as if he has stared at the sun for a little too long. … and.. still. Something inside of him roared, clawed at its cage and said let me out, said tell him. He couldn’t really tell what was holding him back—was it just fear? Anyone would be scared to confess, sure. It could be the rejection, the dreamt up, awkward and letting-you-down-easy smile. The sorry, I’m just not into you that way. Or, maybe, it was the worry that things would go well. After all, they had gotten to know each other closely. Teaming up will do that to you. Talking almost every day will do that to you. Running into each other at parties, taking walks, talking about redstoning and building and bearing your every wound to each other almost shamelessly on the bad days and sharing in the joys on the good days, as if it was always meant to be just like this. Jimmy feels himself suddenly come back into himself like a head slamming into a wall, taking note of an astonishing development. Tango is looking at him. Impulse now gone from sight, he leans against the same wall, but he is looking. Then offering an adorable wave with a tiny smile, Tango straightens his shoulders when Jimmy waves back, like some attempt to make himself look taller—and with the rush of feelings rolling over Jimmy, he feels adrenaline-fueled laughter forcing its way to the surface; it comes out in a quiet wheeze. It finds him right away. The familiar sensation of Jimmy’s insides dropping like a sinking building, leaving nothing but dust-caked breaths that feel sticky, catching in his throat with every other inhale. He is a ruined mess of a man. A weak, mumbled puddle of warmth and heavy pulses and heat. He is fucked. Royally, deeply, this-is-it fucked. And they stay that way for seconds, but it feels like years, and Jimmy can’t get enough of it. Loving someone does feel quite good, doesn’t it? And maybe, being loved right back could feel even better. If he could just get over himself and try.

#seasonalwrites #fic time fic time #or- oneshot time #also this is severely unedited so if you notice redundancy just. move on. deal with it.#i'm letting this one go out into the wild #as a treat for ao3 being down /silly #trafficshipping #tango tek #jimmy solidarity #team rancher #rancher duo

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koqabear · 8 months

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okay i wanted to ask, because i see you writing such long fics but i can barely pull myself together to write this bomb-ass 20k word fic, how do approach a fic you know is going to be a long one in a way that you don't feel intimidated by it, or do you still get intimidated by it and just try and push through it?

okay so first off, thank you so much for sending me this ask 😭 you literally forced me to go through my writing process and caused me to make a huge breakthrough with one of my stories alfkgh

anyways, i'll try to be as thorough and clear as i can be with my process, i hope this helps! (but also im so sorry once i started i couldn't stop)

i think my process can be best described with three fics; Only You, Darling (40k), Killer Instinct (37K), and Memories We Made (unfinished but estimated to be over 30k.). With each story, I knew that they were going to be long, but mostly because I went in with the approach that it has to be long in order for the story to be executed right; characters have to be written thoroughly, and there are certain scenes that need to be written for the plot/character to progress-- like, if it's not written in, the story could lose those small details that make the fic feel more... alive, if that makes sense?

The most important part is making an outline! I know that's probably obvious, but outlines can seriously vary; like with OYD and MWM, I have a whole doc dedicated to the fic. I'm gonna show you what a bit of my OYD planning looks like, please don't point out how genuinely unhinged it is 😭😭😭 (so.. spoilers for OYD + fun fact it was gonna be Sunghoon instead of Jaemin in the story originally hehe)

This is an example of what my outlines can look like; but, it only gets like this as i write-- the first pic is my outline filled with things i added as i wrote OYD such as characteristics/important notes/things i wanna edit, and the second pic is what i started out with.

the first thing i do is brainstorm the bare basics of the plot; what kind of story is it, and what do i want to happen in it? you can see that i separated the story into the key plot points/arcs; and within each one, i also put how i wanted them to begin and end. (the numbers are the wc for each arc alskhg)

the hard part comes in when you're filling these arcs/key points in. because now the big question is, how do you get there? for example, during the first act of OYD, i wanted to establish beomjun's relationship with the mc, and end it off by having the two work together. but in order to do that, i decided to include scenes that showed yeonjun's relationship with the mc, and then beomgyu's relationship with her. now that i had the foundation, i allowed the two to interact; that let me establish beomjun's relationship with each other, and let them realize they had a common goal.

last, you add a catalyst (a character, a situation, etc.) that can get you to your end goal; the catalyst being jaemin, which brought the two to work together out of jealousy-- and that's how i was able to fill in that key point.

then i just repeated that process for all arcs! add scenes that elaborate on key points, then add a catalyst that can take you to the end!

another thing i do when plotting for my stories is record myself brainstorming! i let myself ramble and talk about the plot out loud, and that's usually how i run into plot holes/issues. i kinda let myself figure it out in real time, and once i've figured the plot out, i listen back to it and write it down. (i have voice recordings for OYD and MWM. MWM is 48 mins, if that gives you a gist of what i mean by like... brainstorming. and half of it is straight up fucking nonsense. just let out ideas, details about the characters, scenes you'd like to write, anything. it lets you become more familiar and comfortable with your story, if that even makes sense.)

also! whenever i'm writing but get tired and decide to take a break, i add a quick want to add note at the bottom; that's what the weird little spiel up there in the second pic is. it's where i wrote down the ending scene because i had a super specific idea of what i wanted and how i wanted it to happen. if you get any scene ideas like that for your fic, write them down!! there's a chance that you might forget about it/write it differently if you don't; plus, it could even help you add things in that could make the transition into the scene super smooth.

OYD was honestly a bit intimidating for me when i wrote it, because i knew that it had to be extremely detailed and long. that's why i made sure to properly plan things out, that way so i didn't forget anything that could skew the execution. but one of the biggest tips is that you should brainstorm scenes you want to add in each key point, that way you don't feel as intimidated when writing-- because now you have a guide, yk? I'd love to show how my MWM outline looks like, but the fic isn't even out yet 😭 but it's literally a scene-by-scene outline of how i want the story to go! now all i have to do is flesh out the said scenes :)

then there's fics like killer instinct. i went into that with pure vibes, no outline, no planning; more of a mental outline, if anything. so if you find the idea of the whole written outline + scene & key points boring/not for you, i'd still suggest to get the bare basics down; but what i did with killer instinct was that i brainstormed as i went, and added small notes to keep track of important things so i wouldn't screw with continuity-- age and time is pretty important in that story, and i kid you not this is the only thing i had for killer instinct outline wise (bc im not counting my doc of mma notes.)

but for killer instinct, i kinda winged it; i knew what the general plot was, but allowed myself to have fun on how to get there. the only thing i will say though, is that with every scene, you should try to plan out the next one-- like, intro to killer instinct is introducing taegyu, then i'll introduce the mc. then i'll introduce the world and background. and now that i have a foundation, i'll add extra scenes, then a catalyst! this leads into the main conflict, then y'know the rest. but instead of planning it out bit by bit, i kinda let myself go with the flow...? it also let me be a lot less intimidated by the fact that I knew the story would have to be long.

as for the story i had a big breakthrough with, i'm definitely a bit intimidated by it! i know it has to be intricate and emotional and intense, so in order to help with that, i've made playlists to get me in the correct mood, watch shows, read other fics, anything to help me get comfortable with the genre and spark inspiration. I'm currently winging it as well.... but have three key points im sticking to-- it's gonna sound a bit confusing and vague but it's like... add foundation + the male lead is introduced -> background is given to let ppl know motivations and stuff -> final scene. and whenever i run into an issue, i brainstorm and try to get to the root of why im stuck. like, is it plot, the character, or the scene? in this case it was all three so. pray for me.

anyways. i hope this helped and im so sorry if it didn't 😭😭😭 because then that just means u read this painfully messy explanation for nothing. but when writing long fics, pleeeaseee make sure to take your time with it-- if nothing's working, give it time and don't force yourself to write whatever! (mwm has been in my wip for a solid like. year..? but this is a rare case plus im insane)

and if your word count ends up surpassing/being under than what you originally expected, don't panic! (killer instinct was estimated at 20-25k. so.) sometimes certain scenes just aren't necessary, and other times, you find that you may need to elaborate more in order to make things work.

im seriously wishing you luck on your project!! and if you found this somehow did help and have more questions, don't hesitate to ask! oh and if you found something i said confusing (bc i do have the tendency to not make sense) pls lmk and i'll try to clear it up asdglsh 😭

#fair warning i got carried away with this #sorry hehe #if the outlines look/sound silly. it's bc i never take things seriously my apologies.#“ahs ur all i have moment”...#im not even gonna try to defend myself on that one #the sound was stuck on my fyp ok 😔#rambles #koqabear asks #[𓆩⟡𓆪] — sol's writing tips !

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ATTITUDE READJUSTMENT; C. STURNIOLO

CHRIS STURNIOLO X F!READER

warnings: SMUT, sub!chris/dom!reader

a/n: (sort of requested?) from this lovely anon!! sort of went overboard with it - also i can’t remember the last time i’ve ever been this quick to write a request before (or just write in general) so a special thank you to that anon!! <3

wc: 2,465

SYNOPSIS: Chris gets what’s coming to him when he decides to give you attitude all day…

Chris has been a brat all day.

From giving you attitude, to ignoring the things you say, to not even acknowledging you were there. You weren’t too sure why he was in such a bad mood, and you’ve tried to ask, but to no avail.

So here you sat, in a restaurant with your boyfriend, his brothers and some of your friends, waiting for your food. You’ve tried nudging Chris’ foot with your own to get his attention, but he’s yet to even look at you. You tried to go over your day yesterday to remember if you did anything that might’ve upset him, but it consisted of nothing but lying around and watching tv.

“Chris,” you whisper to him, close enough to his ear so he can hear you over the loud noise of the restaurant. You figured this would be your last try until he decided to cooperate with you. “Hello?”

“What?” His sharp reply caught you off guard as you leaned back in your seat. Chris looked over at you, his face stone cold as his eyes bore into yours. His silky hair went its own way, the messy strands somehow forming into the perfect look. His arms are crossed over his white shirt, tense arms flexing. “What d’ya want? Use your words.” He says sternly, never breaking the heated eye contact with you.

“Watch how you talk to me.” You reply, your anger seeping through your words. Chris seemed to enjoy the way you reacted as a small curl to his lips becomes apparent.

“Why? What’re you gonna do?” He smirks. Everyone else in the room became invisible to the both of you as you finally heard him speak to you for the first time today. Your jaw clenches at his attitude as your hand sneaks its way to his thigh, squeezing harshly. He gasps, his eyes widening slightly.

“If you keep this shit up, you’ll see.” You answer, never moving your hand from him. Chris’ breath hitches, but before he can say anything, the waitress comes by and begins handing out everyone’s food.

Some time passes by as others are finishing off their plates. Chris has yet to open his mouth to you, taking your warning seriously. You couldn’t help yourself when your hand drifts up, closer to his crotch. You notice his chest move faster and the soft sound of his breath catching when you do it, making you smile.

“Y/N,” his voice is breathy as he whispers in your ear, his tone seconds away from desperation. You ignore him, still picking at your food, your fork picking up then pushing food off of it. “Ma, please,” Chris remains quiet, hoping that no one could hear him. His hand rests over yours as he tries to guide it towards where he needs you, but you protest. Digging your nails into the fabric of his sweatpants, Chris has to muffle a moan from the sting of the pain.

As soon as Chris opens his mouth to complain, you look over at him, “Wait.” Your tone was strict, glaring over at him. He’s barely able to suppress a whine as he huffs, his jaw clenching in irritation.

Minutes pass as Chris grows more and more desperate, his breathing becoming uneven. As the waitress comes back to rest the bill on the table, your hand creeps up towards his bulge. Chris inhales sharply as soon as your hand cups him, rubbing softly.

“You good?” Matt glances over at his brother, his eyebrows furrowed. Chris nods in response, a quiet “yeah” leaving his lips. Matt seems fine with the answer as he looks back over at Nick, his other brother rambling about something he didn’t necessarily find interesting.

“Ma, you can’t do this to me.” He whispers, his voice breaking slightly at the end. His hand wraps around your wrist, but doesn’t make an effort to pull you away from him. Disregarding his superficial pleas, your finger traces over the print, sending a chill down your boyfriend’s spine. “Please, can you-“

“Time to go.” Your touch is immediately taken from him as you stand up and push in your chair. Chris looks up at you from his seat, dumbfounded from the lack of attention from you. “C’mon, let’s go.” Chris seems to snap out of his daze as he gets up and follows behind you, only staying inches away.

The drive home was painful; Chris went with you in your car as Nick went in Matt’s car, your friends branching off to go home. Chris wouldn’t spend a second without trying to get his hands on you or trying to get you to touch him, hell to paying attention to the road. Finally, when you reach the triplets’ house, you park in their driveway and shut your car off.

Getting out of it before Chris can start again, you make your way into their house, saying something quick to Nick and Matt before going down into Chris’ room. Not even seconds later, Chris bursts through the door and slams it behind him. As you take off your jacket, you place it into his closet, ignoring the needy man behind you.

“What the fuck?” His words don’t surprise you, his stunned tone only making an amused smile take over your lips. Turning around to face him, you take in his heaving chest and the still prominent bulge in his pants.

“I told you earlier, baby.” You reply nonchalantly, taking a deep breath as you try to compose yourself from smiling. “You’ve been too busy being a fucking brat that you didn’t listen to me like you should’ve.” Your voice is stern as you walk towards him, watching the way Chris straightens up at your words. “I told you to wait earlier but you’re so fucking pathetic.” You’re inches away from him now, your noses just barely grazing each other.

“I.. I’m sorry-“ Chris inhales shakily, looking down at you with eyes full of penitence.

“I don’t think you are, Chris.” You press on, your hands leaning forward to rest on his chest. Your dominant one glides up, wrapping around his pale throat. His pink lips part in response as you feel his Adam’s apple bob underneath your palm. “So I want you to make it up to me.” Your voice alone could’ve made Chris drop to his knees. He nods immediately, lust drunk on you. “Strip and get on the bed.” Your forwardness doesn’t seem to faze Chris as he quickly obeys, throwing his thin shirt over his head and his sweatpants down his legs. Removing the last article of clothing, he lays down on his bed, the soft comforter molding to his body.

“I think we need to put that bratty little mouth of yours to good use.” You begin, moving to strip your shirt off, your pants following. Chris has no room to disagree as his eyes widen and he nods with fervor. Gliding your underwear down your legs, you kneel on the end of Chris’ bed, taking in his needy state.

“C’mon, ma,” he whines, his hands reaching out for you, signaling for you to come closer. Despite being in charge of the situation, you listen to him and straddle his lap. Chris groans at the contact between you two, his large hands quickly moving down to grip your thighs. Deciding to give him a slight break, you lean down and press your lips to his, sucking his pretty pink lip so they become swollen. He moans into the kiss, submitting to your tongue. Your hands rest on his chest, lying your nails on his skin as they move up to his collarbones. Breaking away to get some air, Chris exhales heavily at the slight pain from your fingers against him.

“Please, Y/N, I need you. Y’make me feel so good, please,” Chris begs mindlessly, pushing his hands against your thighs, trying to get you to move against him. Pulling his hands off of you, with a pitiful whine from the man underneath you, you begin to move up his body. Chris almost moans when he realizes what you’re doing, swiftly wrapping his hands around your thighs again to pull you closer to him.

“Need to shut the pretty mouth of yours.” You look down at him, his mesmerizing eyes distracting you. Your lips fall apart as soon as you feel Chris’ mouth against you, placing a sweet kiss against your clit. Licking a line up your slit, his tongue is warm against you, yet it makes a chill go down your back. His short nails dig into the skin of your thighs as if he’s trying to suffocate himself with your legs.

Beginning to move your hips, a moan leaves your lips as his nose grazes your clit, hitting it perfectly. Chris seems to get off on your pleasure, groaning when he hears your noises. His tongue teases you before pushing inside you. Moaning in response, your hips never stop as they grind against his movements. One of Chris’ hands glide back, squeezing your ass and pushing you closer to him, if even possible.

“Doing so good, baby.” You mumble, your chest rising and falling faster as seconds pass by. Chris moans at the praise, becoming more brisk with his actions. “Fuck, you make me feel so good.” You knew the praise got to Chris as he got off on the pleasure he made you feel. “Love when you shut that pretty mouth of yours, letting me use it like the slut you are.” Chris whines against you, a vibration coursing through you. Your body shakes at the feeling, an immediate moan ripped from your lips. “I’m close, baby,” you breathe out, your hips starting to grow tired as the knot in your stomach becomes too tight.

One of Chris’ hands drifts up your body, grasping your breast, making your hips jolt. Your hand moves down to his hair, gripping it tightly in your hold, pulling a noise out from the man underneath you.

With incoherent mumbles and moans, the knot inside you snaps as your hips shake against him. Chris never stops, pushing his tongue around until it gathers every last drop of you. Breathing heavily, your body calms until it twitches from the overstimulation of Chris’ tongue.

Propping yourself back up on your knees, you can hear a faint whine from Chris as you move away from him. Drifting back down to his lap, you take in his disheveled state: his hair was messy against his pillow, his lips red and swollen, your wetness still on the bottom half of his face, and his chest heaving. His hands resorted to gripping the soft sheets, his whole being screaming desperate.

“You poor thing,” your tone contradicted your words as you observed him. Chris whines again, screwing his eyes shut as his hips try and find some sort of friction against you. His cock was painfully hard as the tip was beaming red, begging for your attention.

“It hurts so bad, mama. Need you so bad, please!” He cries out, arching his back slightly. You could practically hear his heart beat out of his chest.

“Have you learned your lesson yet, sweetheart?” Your hands roam up his body, pressing your fingers into the soft area around his collarbones.

“Yes! Yes, I have, I promise!” He exclaims, his neediness evident. You give in to him, taking his dick in your dominant hand and stroking him lightly. He gasps at the contact, his mouth immediately agape. Moving over him, you line yourself with him, dragging his tip down your slit. Whimpers leave Chris’ mouth at the feeling, his cheeks heating up, a light red hue taking over his skin.

“Shh, baby,” you try and calm him down, resting your opposite hand on the side of his face. He nestles into your palm, his teeth clenching once you sink down on him. With a groan from you, the burning stretch of his size always makes you falter. Once you reach his base, you stay put for a second, taking in the feeling.

“Please, move… please, I can’t-“ Chris’ pleas get cut off by a moan once you begin your movements. Rocking against him, his hands automatically grip onto your hips, just barely applying pressure to help you move on him. He lets out a heavy exhale every time you shift against him, already close when you’ve barely done anything to him.

“Doin’ so good for me, baby.” You breathe out, your palms digging into his chest as you grounded yourself on him. He whimpers at the praise, bucking his hips up towards you. Moaning in response, your head leans back at the sudden pleasure.

Your motions get faster and harsher as seconds pass, feeling that same tingle in your stomach again. Inaudible babbles leave Chris’ mouth, too caught up in the severe pleasure he was experiencing.

“You were being such a fucking brat earlier, y’know that?” You entice him, your hand just barely grazing his neck. Whines leave his mouth left and right at the sensation, his mind only focused on you, you, you.

“I know, ma, I’m sorry. I’m so,” a loud, guttural groan escapes his mouth, cutting his sentence off. “I’m so sorry.” He sighs, his words a jumble as he feels the hedonism take over. “I’m close,” Chris mumbles, his hips starting to stutter.

“Do you think you deserve to cum, baby?” You ask, your hips never letting up. A short, but high pitched whine leaves him as you move faster, chasing your own orgasm.

“Yes! Yes, please, please,” he begs, his lust clouding his judgment. He looked so desperate, pleading for you, his whole being a mess.

“Yeah? Then cum.” You order, not expecting him to immediately follow them. His body stills as his fingers claw into you, his mouth agape and the periodic bursts of him inside you. You follow soon after, ignoring the pitiful whimpers from the man beneath you as he grew sensitive.

As your thighs began to relax, you take some breaths before pulling off of him. You both wince slightly once you lean back up, but Chris quickly gasps once he feels your tongue against his cock.

“Wha.. what’re you doing?” His voice is broken, seemingly starting to fade from all the noises he’s made. He can’t help but groan at the way your lips wrap around him, his sensitivity heightened. He hisses at the contact of your tongue, throwing his head back with erratic breathing. “Mm, it hurts.” He whines but has yet to try and pull you off of him.

Looking up at him, you take him out of your mouth with a pop. “Better get comfortable, baby, ‘cause this is just the beginning.”

Maybe he should act like that more often..

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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The New Girl

( Part ii here )

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: Being the new girl in town is never easy, and tends to draw a lot of attention. But what happens when she receives the attention of two vastly different men, who both want the same thing? Her.

Warnings: Pining, slow burner (and fairly lengthy), 18+ MINORS DNI, drinking, minor drug use, adult language, eventually possible spice? angst? kissing? so many possibilities.

(not sure if this is going to be a series or not, guess that depends on the feedback and where i see it going)

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Hawkins. Your new home. After graduating high school, you decided it was time to leave the nest. Not knowing it would land you here, in a small town that you soon were made aware was ‘cursed’. How? You’ve no idea. You don’t plan on staying long enough to find that out.

You made your way into the lot, where you rented a fairly small trailer until you figure out your next move in life. Your ‘83 Toyota sputtered to a stop in your small driveway, groaning in annoyance at your hunk of junk car. Grabbing your keys, you exit the vehicle making your way to the front door. Loud music catching your attention, making you turn your head to your new neighbors place.

You seen a guy, around your age, turning off his ignition. The music coming to a stop as he exits the van. Shoulder length, unruly hair blowing in the breeze. He turns to you and sends a small wave, waving back you see him head into the trailer.

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After what seemed like hours of carrying boxes of stuff in that you’d stuffed in the backseat and the small trailer hitched to the back; you finally sit on the couch. The furniture came with the place, just standard things, sofa, chairs, table, stands, dresser. You weren’t complaining, anywhere beats home.

You hear a knock at your door as you’re unpacking the kitchen box. You stop what you’re doing, checking your watch for the time and making your way to the door. Opening it, you see the guy from the trailer next door, stood behind him was an older guy. Maybe his dad? “What’s up?” you say, breaking the silence. “Oh uh.. hi, I’m Eddie. This is my uncle Wayne. We live just next door, and wanted to come welcome you to the neighborhood or whatever.” he speaks as though it wasn’t his idea to be here.

His Uncle nudges his arm slightly, giving you a smile as well. Eddie sighs, about to speak before his Uncle cuts in. “What my nephew here is trying to say is, if you need anything, we’re right next door. Also, I noticed your mattress was still tied to the roof of your car, and Eddie would be glad to help you get it down.” He finishes, sounding very kind. “Oh thank you! That would be great actually, I was gonna see if there was someone in town I could get to do it. So thank you, for saving me the trip.” You send a kind smile.

“Oh right! I’m (Y/N), by the way. Nice to meet you guys.” you say, suddenly, extending your hand out and shaking their hands. As you exit the trailer, you notice Eddie’s gaze on you never falters. You brush it off that it’s because you’re new. Unlocking your car door, you unhook the straps that’s holding the bed down.

“God, I can’t thank you guys enough for helping me with this. Seriously, life savers.” you ramble on as they carry the mattress into the trailer, following your instructions on where to put it. Both rambling off ‘you’re welcome’s as they place it into your room.

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“It was nice meeting you, (Y/N)! Don’t be a stranger, I work nights but Eddie is home a lot of the time. Just look for his van!” Wayne calls out to you, both of them making their way back to the trailer.

Heading back inside, you decide to call it a night. You grab the bag with your blankets and pillows, carelessly dumping it on your bed. You messily throw it all together, too exhausted to care, before hopping in and almost instantly falling to sleep.

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You wake up the next morning, stomach growling from the lack of food you’ve put in it. Checking your watch, 12:56pm. How did I sleep in so late? You think to yourself as you fling the covers off and get up.

Heading straight to the fridge you realize you hadn’t gone grocery shopping yesterday. Stomping around the trailer, you grab a pair of cut off denim shorts from your clothes box, and a pretty worn ‘Metallica’ t-shirt, going into the bathroom.

You put on some mascara, and slide on your, less than clean, black vans. Heading to your car. You hop in and turn the ignition…

Shit.

Turn. Pathetic whirring of a newly dead battery. Turn. Same thing. “Fuck!” you slam your hands against the steering wheel, turning your head to the trailer next to yours. Van in driveway. You sigh, getting out with a loud slam of your car door.

You make your way to the trailer door, hesitating before knocking a couple of times. Nothing. Again. Knock, knock, knock. You’re ready to turn and leave when the door swings open. It’s Eddie. Hair messy, you can’t help the heat on your face when you notice he’s just in his boxers. Wiping his eyes as if he’s just woken up as well. “Yeah?” he croaks out, yep definitely just woke up. “Oh uh.. I was wondering if you could give my car a jump? It’s not starting and I really need to go into town.” you state, gesturing to the heap of metal sitting in your driveway. He squints over at it. “Yeah, sure.” he obliges, “let me just uh.. get decent.” he’s referring to his lack of clothes. You nod, “Take your time!”

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“Try it again!” he shouts. Turn. The engine sputters on. You clap your hands together, “Aha! There she is!” you exclaim, excitedly. He unhooks the cables, tossing them in your backseat before leaning in the window. Arms crossed over the door. “So, whatcha got planned for today? Hot date?” he jokes. “Oh yeah, totally.” you laugh, sarcasm present in the comment. “Nope, just have to head to the grocery store and whatnot.” you admit. He nods, “Want company? There’s some things I’ve gotta do in town, too” he says, almost sounding nervous to ask. “Yeah, sure! Hop in.” He holds up a finger, muttering a ‘just a second’ before sprinting back to his trailer.

He returns with a small, metal, lunchbox? You cock an eyebrow at it, wondering what it could be. Letting it go, you put it in reverse and get going. Opening the glovebox, you tell him to pick a tape. He searches through the tapes, with ring clad hands, taking a curious glance at you from time to time. “Sabbath? Maiden? Metallica?” He inquired, sounding more excited than anything. You nod, “Yep! Grew up on stuff like that, my dad liked them so I’ve gotten quite the collection.” you laugh, and he smiles widely. His hands finally grab onto one, Judas Priest. You smile to yourself as he pushes it into the radio.

For the rest of the ride, both of you are jamming out to the songs that are playing. Windows down, breeze flowing through the car. When you roll up to the grocery store, he says he has to go a couple blocks down and that he’ll meet you back here in about half an hour. You nod and he grabs his metal box, heading out.

Searching the isles, you grab a few bags on chips and whatnot. Then drinks. Then you pass through the beer isle. Glancing through the selection, you’re lost in thought, not noticing anything until you walk straight into someone else. With a gasp followed by an “Oh my god, I’m sorry!” you look up, a taller guy with probably the most perfect hair you’d ever seen is standing before you. “That’s okay!” he snaps you from your thought. “I’ve never seen you before, you new here?” He asks, keeping eye contact. You anxiously tear away, nodding. “Yeah, just moved into the trailer park, actually.” sounding a tad embarrassed considering how well put together he looked, definitely not a trailer park boy.

He passes no judgment though, instead hold out his hand. “Steve. Steve Harrington.” He smiles, warmly. You reach and accept the handshake, “(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” you return. “Having a party or something?” You joke, gesturing to the amount of beer, drinks, and snacks in his cart. He breaks eye contact, glancing over at his cart. “Oh! Yeah, actually. A few people coming over tonight, gonna be a blast. You wanna drop by, maybe? Definitely gonna be able to meet some people, since you’re new here and all.” He tells you, happily. You ponder for a second, “You know what? That actually sounds great. I’ll definitely try and make it.” He nods, reaching for his notepad, turning to a page, scribbling something down. Handing it to you, he smiles. “Hope to see you there, I’ve got to run. It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).” You say your goodbyes and head back down the isle.

After what seems like hours, you finally check out your groceries. Heading to the car and seeing Eddie leaning against it, a cigarette between his lips. “Sorry, that took longer than expected.” you call out as you put the groceries in the back. Stomping out the cigarette, he rounds the car, helping with the groceries. “That’s okay, I just got back a couple minutes ago.” he replies, quickly, putting the last of the groceries in the car before getting in, himself.

You start the car, nervous that it wouldn’t. Before pulling out the paper.

‘8253 Carlton Rd.

8pm.

No need to bring anything but your pretty self.

- Steve H.’

You smile, and Eddie notices. “What’s that?” he smiles and nods at the paper. “Oh uh.. I got invited to a party tonight, actually. Figured I could meet some more people there.” you answer. “Oh yeah? Cool. Who’s party?” he inquired. You feel heat rising to your cheeks, “Steve Harrington, you know him?” you glance back at Eddie who looks like he’s in shock for a brief moment. “Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington? You’re kidding!” he laughs, “Guys a total d-bag, (Y/N). You gonna go?” he sighs, shaking his head. You shrug, “I don’t know, could be fun. He seemed nice.” you, too, look at your lap. Fiddling with the paper before putting it in your pocket. “Of course he’s nice, he’s not gonna be mean to a pretty lady.” Your heart skips a beat at him calling you that. “You think I’m pretty, huh, Munson?” you mock jokingly, causing a blush to appear on his cheeks.

The drive back to the park was quiet, music playing on a low volume in the background. Pretty girl.. Eddie’s words still lingering in your head as you pull up to your place, turning off the ignition. He notices the smile on your face as you both exit the vehicle. “What’s got you all smiley? Harrington?” he jokingly asks. You shake your head, ridding the thoughts you had. “Do you wanna come with me?” You asks, quickly. His eyes go wide, “I don’t know about that.” He starts, looking at his feet. You raise an eyebrow in a ‘why the hell not’ manner.

He sighs, “I’m not exactly ‘Mr. Popular’ around here. Especially not like Steve. I don’t think you’d want to roll up with me to a party, especially if you’re lookin’ to make new friends.” he admits, sounding quite sad. You furrow your eyebrows, “Hey, you were my friend first, and if the people judge me for who I’m friends with, then I guess they aren’t good friends to keep, huh?” you say, giving him a smile. “Look, I still want you to come with me. I’ll feel more comfortable having a familiar face there.” you admit, searching his eyes. He nods, conceding; “Yeah, alright. What time?” You give a huge smile before giving him the details.

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7:30 rolls around and you’re doing the finishing touches on yourself. Black vans, tight black jeans, black tank top, and a leather jacket. Touching up your mascara, and red lipstick you head out of the door to Eddie’s trailer.

Surprisingly enough, he’s heading out of his trailer, too. He stops dead in his tracks when he looks up and sees you walking toward him. Clearing his throat as you approach, “Hey” is all he manages. You giggle as you see his eyes scan you a bit before looking back at you. “Hi” You return with a smile. “Ready?” he says, pointing at his van. “We’re taking yours?” you say, walking over to it. He nods, “Figured you’d want to drink and let loose tonight, so I’ll be DD.” he states and your heart warms at his thoughtfulness.

It’s a nice drive over to Steve’s, he has the music low, so he can hear your occasional worried comment about how nervous you were. “There’s no need to be nervous, (Y/N). I mean come on, you’re great. You know that. You’re funny, you’re kind, you’re pretty, and…” he trails off, realizing what he’s rambling about. You look down, a blush spreading across your cheeks. He glances at you before giving your knee a reassuring squeeze, “I’ll be there if you need me.” You nod and mutter a quiet thank you as you reach your destination.

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The party is loud. Full of people. “Just a few people, my ass” You remember the words that Steve said in the grocery store. You frantically glance around the people, feeling nervous about the amount. Eddie walks behind you, stares from strangers you two are passing are making you feel a bit sick with anxiety. “Hey hot stuff.” you hear a rather large man cat call you as he tries taking your hand. “Not a chance.” you retort, disgust written on your face as you yank your hand back, lacing it through Eddie’s arm instead. He smiles at the gesture, and let’s you carry on leading the way.

After the copious amount of stares and cat calls, you make your way to the kitchen area of the house. Taking a beer from the cooler in the middle of the floor. “Just one?” you ask Eddie, holding a beer out. He shakes his head, waving it off; “Maybe later” he shouts back over the loud music. You take a swig from the bottle, before noticing Steve talking in a group of people, releasing Eddie’s arm you quickly walk over. Eddie put his hands in his pockets, head hung slightly as he makes his way behind you as you shove past people. “Hey!” you call out and he turns, excitement all over face. He reaches out and pulls you into a brief hug, the smell of alcohol prevalent on his breath. “Glad you could make it!” he speaks loudly in your ear for him to hear you.

You reach behind you, glancing at Eddie and pulling him to beside you. Despite how uncomfortable he is, keeps a small smile on his face for you. “This is my friend Eddie.” you tell Steve and he shows a brief look of disbelief on his face. “Oh I know Eddie! We were in high school together, you still there or?” Steve says, a hint of bitterness in his voice. You look between the two. Steve stares at Eddie and Eddie does the same. “Yeah. Last year though.” is all Eddie says. You give his arm a reassuring squeeze, and you feel how tense he is. “Do you wanna go somewhere and talk?” Steve suggests, leaning in to your ear. You shrug, turning back at Eddie. He nods and gives a small smile. “I’ll be right back, don’t leave, okay?” you say firmly. He nods, leaning into your ear, “I’d never leave you.” is all he says as Steve pulls you his direction, leading you to the back yard.

“You have a pool?” you say, your jaw dropping. He chuckles, “Yes, I do.” he answers, a bit proud. You sit at the edge of the pool, legs crossed. He takes a seat next to you, in the same position. “You look nice tonight, by the way.” he smiles, placing a hand on your knee before taking it away. You smile, “Thank you, I was really nervous coming here.” you respond and he gives you a questioning look. “Why’s that?” he glances at you, brows furrowed. “I wasn’t sure what to expect, I’ve never really been to parties. And Eddie wasn’t sure if me taking him was the best choice.” you trail off, taking another sip of your beer. “Yeah, what’s that about?” he starts, “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?” he says, almost disgusted. You think back to Eddie’s words earlier.. Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.

“He’s not so bad. We’ve got a lot in common, he was the first person I met here.” you admit. Steve shakes his head, looking at the pool. “You guys enemies or something?” you half-joke. He looks back at you before back at the pool. “No.. I mean, I don’t know. We’re just so different. He’s kind of scary, actually.” you snort. “Scary?” you tilt your head. He sighs, “He’s just all..” he waves his hands around, “I don’t know. Hard to explain. Just can’t see what a beautiful girl like you is doing with him.” he states, almost concerned. You shake your head, “Like I said, he’s not so bad.”

After a few minutes talking back and forth, the subject of Eddie being dropped after your statement, you see that Steve isn’t all that bad either. He’s actually kind of sweet. Definitely cocky, but sweet. “I should probably get going, it’s late and I still have some unpacking to do.” you sigh, taking the final sip of a drink that someone had brought you and Steve minutes ago. Steve nods to you, “Of course, yeah. I get it. Sorry I kept you the whole time.” He smiles. “Oh it’s okay! I’m sure there’ll be more times for me to meet people. Besides, you’re not so bad, Harrington.” you nudge his shoulder.

He stands, offering a hand out to you. You take it and he helps you up, a hand lingering on your waist as your legs wobble. You blush and look down, before he walks you back to the house, his arm making it’s way around your back.

Spotting Eddie on the couch, you say your goodbyes to Steve before heading over. He had took notice of you walking in the house, and Steve’s arm around you. “You ready?” Your voice breaking him out of the thought. He nods, standing up. “Absolutely.” You link your arm with his as you make your way back to his van.

“Have a good time?” he asks you on the drive back. You shrug, “Yeah, you?” He shakes his head, “Not really, but I was only there in case you needed me. So I don’t mind. Besides, Steve seemed to have taken care of you, just fine.” You think you hear a hint of jealousy in his voice, but you brush it off. “So you mentioned you were still in school?” you inquired, remembering the talk from earlier. He seemingly winced at the question. “Oh uh.. yeah. I failed senior year twice, this is my third and hopefully final time.” he says, sounding a bit embarrassed. “Oh. I see.” you look down at your hands before back up at him, his eyes focused on the road. “Well you’ve got this, this is your year, I can feel it. If you need help studying, or with homework or anything let me know.” He smiles, laughing a bit. “Yeah I’ll do that.”

The rest of the drive is quiet, but a comfortable quiet. You looking out the window, not realizing that Eddie had taken several glances at you in that time. By the time you’d made it home, you were almost asleep. Jolted back into consciousness by the van being put into park. “Thank you for taking me tonight, Eddie.” you say, unbuckling your seatbelt. He does the same, before opening his door, walking around and opening yours. “It’s no biggie,” he smiles, closing the door behind you as you get out. “See you tomorrow?” you smile at him, “Tomorrow.” he responds as you make your way back to your trailer, and he goes into his.

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And you do, hanging out with Eddie almost every single day for the next couple months. The days you weren’t with Eddie, you were with Steve. Eddie and you listened to all his and yours music, went on drives, you watched some of his DND campaigns, and you talked for hours and hours. Steve and you watched movies that he’d rent at his job at the Family Video Store, he introduced you to his friends, you becoming very close with Robin in the process. By the end of it, you finally got Eddie and Steve to reluctantly hang out together, all in a group. Turns out I wasn’t there only mutual friend. Slowly learning (with the help of Robin and her intuition) even though they didn’t quite like each other, that the boys had more in common than their mutual friend, Dustin. They shared a common love interest as well;

you.

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You watched as the water settled and Robin vanished into the dark water. The boat bobbed up and down on the waves. For a moment everything stilled and Eddie looked away from the water at you. You glanced at Eddie and then the water. “Don’t you do it Sunshine! No!”

He dove forwards as you took a deep breath and leaned over the edge of the boat. He almost snatched at you but you slipped under the water before he could get a firm hold.

The inky water swallowed you up and you sank. Turning you kicked your legs towards the faint red light at the bottom of the lake. Just as you reached it you felt someone grab the back of your shirt. Eddie. You tried to push him off and get to the gate which resulted in the two of you fighting and tumbling through anyway. You scrambled to your feet seeing Nancy and Robin trying to pull horrible bat things off Steve.

When you tried to hurry forward and help something dug into your arm making you cry out. One of the bats clawed up to your face until it was yanked off and thrown away by Eddie. When another one dove for you it collided with something hard and made a loud smack sound.

“I’ve got you!” Eddie grunted as you ducked and grabbed at the tail of one skittering along the floor towards him. You swung it away from the group and watched it spiral through the air. When it came back at you Eddie stabbed at it and pinned it to the ground. He stepped away from it and hurried over to you as the bats dispersed. “Are you ok Sunshine?” Eddie asked quietly.

“Yeah. You?” You asked as he started to tug at the sleeve of your shirt. He winced when he saw that the bite had gone through the skin and shuffled like he wasn’t sure what to do. He kissed your shoulder and only pulled away from you when someone let out a cry and pointed at the sky filled with more of the creatures.

Everyone started running. When you fell behind you felt Eddie grab at your hand. It wasn’t until you found shelter that You turned to Steve. He was looking at you and Eddie with a funny look on his face.

“Are you ok?” You asked as you went over to him.

“I’m fine. You’re hurt.” He tried to pull at your shirt and have a look but you batted your brother’s hands away.

“Yeah, and you’re hurt worse! You shouldn’t have come through the gate idiot.” You grumbled. Nancy pushed you aside so she could fix up Steve who grunted and groaned.

“Not like it was intentional.” He muttered. Nancy finished with Steve and turned on you as she used what she had leftover from her shirt to try and stop your arm from bleeding.

Steve glanced at Eddie who was pacing back and forth. He kept looking over at you until Steve stood next to him.

“You uh. Saved my sister back there. Thanks.” Steve said awkwardly. Eddie glanced at him and nodded. Then looked away when he saw the way that he was looking at him. “You like her?”

“Urm. You could say I do.” Eddie answered awkwardly. You grunted in pain and Eddie’s head turned back to you. Steve didn’t say anything to Eddie about you again until the group started trekking through the woods to the Wheeler house. By now you had realised that you were stuck.

“So. You know my sister through Dustin right?” Steve asked seriously. He’d seen the way that you and Eddie had been glancing at each other and something was there that he’d missed before.

“Urm. No. I ur. Mean. We knew each other before Dustin joined the Hellfire club.” Eddie said as he tried not to answer.

“Oh. I just figured she would have mentioned you. You both seem to know each other fairly well.” Steve said and watched as Eddie stared ahead at you.

“I mean yeah sure we know each other. Your sister’s a peach but I don’t know what she’s said about how we know each other. Cause I mean we know each other.” Eddie rambled on until Steve narrowed his eyes and stopped walking.

“Are you dating my sister?” He asked and made Eddie stop walking by holding his hand out so that he had to turn around and look at Steve.

“I’m not going to answer that, Harrington. And not because I’m scared of what you’re going to do. But because your sister said she wanted you two to talk stuff out when she was ready and I know for a fact that she’s better at fighting than you.” Eddie said carefully as he gestured to you up ahead with Robin.

“I don’t have a problem with it. If you were. Dating. I mean it sucks she didn’t tell me. If you are. I mean it’s not like you’re selling her pot or anything.” Steve smiled and chuckled as they started walking again.

“Um yeah. No. Yeah. Not like that’s ever happened.” Eddie said and tried to look believable when Steve shot him a quizzical look.

“Come on you two! Keep up!” You called as you turned back and waved them on.

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-gasp- The first ask and best ask I've gotten!

Okay, buckle up, because Hunter <333

(Open at your own risk-- I'm serious, it's LONG)

From a meta perspective, I just so appreciate the way his trauma has been handled thus far. I think there's so much to delve into and it's so relatable to different kinds of traumatic experiences and it's just... really accurate, and handled well, and I appreciate that so, so much. There's religious trauma aspects, power abuse, and familial trauma. You can definitely interpret him as experiencing other forms of neglect/abuse as well. And the main focus in-story is the psychological abuse he experiences, mental and emotional, and how messed up that is and how much it affects him. And that's something that's overlooked a lot, I think- how non-physical forms of abuse can be so, so damaging and harmful. (And DO NOT get me started on the fact that he's the YOUNGEST GUARD EVER because ig employee abuse wasn't working, so Belos was like what about CHILD ABUSE. What about taking advantage of the basic instinct of people to TRUST AND OBEY PARENTAL FIGURES?? And then he isolated Hunter so he couldn't go through the developmental phase of having a peer group and discovering his own identity?? I HATE HIM)

Speaking of trauma, his panic attacks? The way they were both handled, both in how they were shown on-screen and the way other characters handled them (Eda making sure not to crowd Luz and Hunter & Gus teaching Hunter deep breathing my beloveds <33) is just. really good?? Zeno Robinson's voice acting in both scenes (and in general) is literally so incredible, I hope one day to have but a portion of the skill he's cultivated.

Anyways, apart from the trauma part, he's just such a sweet and fun character. He's sassy and sarcastic and his Golden Guard vibe is just, perfection, and whenever he's on-screen as GG I know I'm gonna laugh and have a good time even when I'm rooting against him. He seriously has some of the best, most quotable lines in the show, and I quote several of them daily.

He's such a lil nerd, too. We know he likes reading, and he can ramble off relevant information on just about anything he runs into. I can't help but wonder if his part of his ease at talking to Flapjack in Hunting Palismen is because he's used to talking out loud to himself when no one's interested/he needs to think something through.

Similarly, he's really intelligent. Not just book-smart, but he's incredibly observant (notices when Eda & Luz were standing in a dangerous plant, picks up on the fact Luz won't shoot him, etc.) He's clever and resourceful, too, as well as physically capable. Honestly, he's just good at his job, and you gotta admire the hard work and dedication that took. Even if his job is, you know, helping Belos.

He obviously deeply cares about his uncle (and "the greater good," as he puts it), but Belos uses that to manipulate him. He definitely hurts people as the Golden Guard, and he says in Labyrinth Runners that it's because he thought he was doing good things for a good person, but it turns out neither of those was true. So to an extent, he thought he was doing good even when doing things he was uncomfortable with (read: giving Belos Palismen). He also threatens Luz and Eda in Separate Tides, but honestly I think he was bluffing? That doesn't make it a good thing, obviously, but I really do not think he would've killed them in cold blood like that, he was being The Golden Guard(TM).

Speaking of, his personality seems to shift quite a bit from The Golden Guard(TM) to Hunter, which makes me think that a lot of that confidence he exudes is a mindset that comes along with being the GG. Like, he puts on the mask and gets the staff and is like "Yeah, I can do this, I'm the Golden Guard. I'm the emperor's right hand man, I've got power and recognition, I'm freaking AWESOME" and that's how he carries himself. But I don't think that's always how he feels, especially when we see that any real confidence in himself comes directly from Belos' validation, such as in Eclipse Lake when he has a complete breakdown at the thought of failing and losing his Golden Guard title and Belos' approval. (Belos definitely made him think like that on purpose and takes advantage of it and I hate him for it so much.) Also, I think Hollow Mind showed pretty clearly that the only thing Hunter has full confidence in is Belos, which is why the reveal that he's actually just a little bitch was so world shattering to him, because that is literally the foundation of his worldview and what he'd lived his whole life on. (-cough-religious trauma-cough-)

It's also interesting (and sad) to note that even though when he's The Golden Guard(TM) he's all confident and snarky, outside of that persona he's not even confident in being the Golden Guard. I mean, Darius, who Hunter does not seem close to at all, makes one snide comment about how he doesn't deserve to be the GG and his entire attitude crumbles and he asks how he can prove himself. From this random coven head who's being a jerk and isn't even Belos! He immediately transforms into a kid who needs to justify his existence! Darius didn't even sound serious, he was just making something up, but Hunter clings to the mission like a lifeline! He just wants to feel like he deserves to exist, dammit!!

Honestly, throughout all of Any Sport in a Storm there are a lot of things about how he thinks you can pick up about him from implications, too! While it's played for comedy, his complete and total confidence in his approaches absolutely reeks of someone who has literally never been exposed to the outside world. Which makes Darius' line about making connections outside the castle hit even harder, because not only has he not interacted with people his age before, but he hasn't interacted with anyone not under Belos' thumb without being, you know, The Golden Guard(TM) and trying to defeat them. (Except Luz in Hunting Palismen, which just makes that episode so much more interesting.) Anyways, he very confidently and casually talks about the Emperor's Coven, and how it's obviously the Best, and how 6AM is a very late hour to wake up, etc. (-cough-abused kid who doesn't realize it vibes-cough-). But when presented with one (1) person who thinks the coven system is stupid, actually, he literally freaks out. I mean, he KNOWS wild witches are a thing, but those are evil and dangerous and of course they'd say insane things like that (i.e. he demonizes them and thus wouldn't listen to anything they said). But this kid, this is a normal person, who just. DISAGREES with Belos? WHAT? He doesn't even know where to start processing that, because he has never been exposed to it. And the way he so casually brings up the training and literally has NO idea that people would consider that cruel or harsh says something about his cluelessness about the world, but ALSO how he doesn't consider that anything he's gone through could be bad. He doesn't even go after the other Emerald Entrails until remembering their Palismen will be killed, because that IS something he considers bad (because Flapjack, and I LOVE his relationship with Flapjack-). And that's probably a mindset that applies to a lot more than just coven training.

He also has his whole powerless-witch insecurity, which is why I think being The Golden Guard(TM) and having people obey/respect him is probably great for his self-esteem. Kind of like it lets him set aside that insecurity and feel important/worth something. That could also explains his attachment to Belos' staff in Hunting Palismen; I think it's a bit more than the basic utility of it and the fact it's from Belos, I think it's also because when he has it he feels like he's basically a "full witch" since he can use magic. (And like, I know he probably doesn't think of it this way because magic is just a Necessity, but he did JUST fine without it the whole episode. He's resourceful and skilled as hell, he literally does not need magic to do things.) The whole Golden-Guard-means-power may be part of his fear in Eclipse Lake, too, that not only will he lose the approval of Belos (and therefore his self-worth) but he'll also lose the only thing that makes him more than "half a witch."

Speaking of which, I am in LOVE with the moment in Hollow Mind where once he's alone with Luz he whips out Flapjack. Because he's not as attached to the Emperor's staff- it's not his go-to anymore. Flapjack has come to mean so much to him and so as soon as he can use him he does. Flapjack is such a huge figure in his life, too. Their whole strangers to friends arc is simply to DIE for, it is literally so sweet and shows so many great aspects of Hunter's character. He believes Belos, that Palismen are made from wild magic and dangerous. More than that, Belos needs them to help with his "curse," and Hunter will do anything for Belos. He seems pretty uncomfortable with killing Palisman, but -Gothel voice- Belos knows best, so he probably just pushes that feeling aside. They're dangerous anyway, right? They're not sentient or anything, and Belos needs them...

Then enters Flapjack, who by the way was introduced as wanting to escape/be free, and then proceeded to follow Hunter around after he expressed his own wish for freedom from expectations and to choose his own path in life. Hunter is immediately like "NO. Wild magic BAD" but with Luz's help he seems to calm down a little. He still thinks Flapjack is dangerous, but at least not going to attack him. Then, after being shown genuine kindness/unconditional trust by Luz for possibly the first time in his life, he turns around and fights Kikimora, NOT knowing at first that she didn't know who he was, and then watches Luz fly away with the Palismen he was sent to collect. The FIRST thing he did in this episode was use his staff to teleport back onto the ship from super far waway, but he can't even try to follow her now? With the staff in hand?? No, he abandoned the mission on purpose, probably out of appreciation for Luz and his own doubts about how moral the mission really was. Need I remind you how much he cares about Belos?? He researches wild magic while thinking it could curse/kill him because he wants to cure his uncle. He isn't just going to abandon a mission and risk not only Belos' disapproval but also his wellbeing for NO REASON. (This makes Eclipse Lake sadder btw, if you think about how he intentionally failed his last mission and now he's ended up so desperate.)

Anyways, Flapjack goes back and is immediately like "I'm gonna go find that kid again, he seemed pretty cool." So he finds the castle (which couldn't have been easy; he's so dedicated <3), and Hunter (who was probably just chewed out for failing) grabs him because Palisman! That's what I'm supposed to get! But he squeezes him too hard, and Flapjack squeaks in pain. Hunter immediately loosens his grip and apologizes, then remembers why Belos wants the Palismen. His eagerness disappears and he warns Flapjack that it's dangerous to stay. And then Flapjack turns into a staff for him. It seems like Flapjack was sure that Hunter was a good person, and that last bit of kindness he revealed his staff form. Hunter is shown to be pretty selfless here, and really uncomfortable with the whole Palismen consuming thing.

In Palismen Observations, it's implied that Hunter had been feeding/watching Flapjack since the beginning. He's such a nerd, I love him ;-; He probably isn't sure how Palismen work (I sincerely doubt that Belos is upfront with that information) so he starts studying one on his own. Hunter is a curious lil NERD and he deserves all the happiness.

Anyways, in Eclipse Lake he's not super attached to Flapjack, but he doesn't seem too minded by his presence either. He even hits him with the "Go find a better witch to be with :(" after his breakdown, so if Flapjack didn't know he was Not Okay before he does now. And through the whole thing, Flapjack sticks with him and even jumps in the way to protect him from King and helps him get the key. It's only after that, when Hunter's a bit calmer, that he seems to really appreciate how much Flapjack's done for him. He finally accepts the Palisman bond, and Achievement Unlocked: Communication!

But that's not the end of it! In Palismen Observations you can see that Hunter's still holding onto that belief that Flapjack is dangerous. Yes, he's done nothing but be nice so far, BUT he's OBVIOUSLY finding something. After all, Palismen are made of wild magic and wild magic is dangerous. He know he asks around to find out what a flapjack is, so he was obviously actively looking for information. He asks Flapjack about his previous owner/life (and doesn't get much, but y'know). And he watches Flapjack and keeps track of all the things he likes doing (for research obviously!! I'm sure he doesn't actually care about him or anything).

But he must find out how to reconcile Evil Palisman with Best Birb, so he devises an experiment >:3 (because he's an adorable lil NERD). Instead of feeding Flapjack his usual food (still not over the fact he'd been feeding him this whole time T-T) he'll give him BAD food, and then Flapjack will TOTALLY show his dark side. (Which can be seen as him failing to give Flapjack what he wants and therefore incurring a rage-induced punishment, which kindaaa sounds like Belos's relationship to Hunter idk- I might be reading too much into that but yeah...) So he conducts his experience and finds... that Flapjack is just a lil sweetheard who shares his food anyway T-T And you can HEAR the guilt in Hunter's voice as he realizes that of course Flapjack wouldn't freak out at him, he's Flapjack. So he stops his research, because he has his answer. (Heehee, nerd <33)

From then on he's shown to be super close with Flapjack. Like, they're never seen apart. And in Hollow Mind and Any Sport in a Storm, he uses Flapjack when possible instead of Belos' staff. And, in Any Sport in a Storm, we see him with Flapjack the entire time, doing his usual planning-out-loud-to-the-bird thing (which I love. baby.) Flapjack is even in the picture of the Emerald Entrails where Hunter's smiling! And again, Hunter didn't go after his teammates because he was worried about the harsh training they'd go through, he goes after them after Steve points out that their Palismen will be taken from them. Because Flapjack is someone he cares deeply about, and it's only when Hunter can relate their situation to Flapjack being in danger that he realizes that it's messed up.

Speaking of, this is where Darius really enters the picture! And I really like how he pushed Hunter's arc, even if it may not have been entirely intentional (and he definitely didn't have a good attitude about it). I particularly like when Hunter takes the cape and asks if he deserves it now, if he's worthy enough, and Darius just asks if he thinks he is. It may have been just a snide remark meant to make him feel insecure, but it still pushes Hunter to think, and in a really good way. Because his whole life, all of his opinions and feelings and even thoughts have been dictated by an adult above him. He asks Darius if he's worthy now because he needs someone to tell him he is, because that's what decides if he is. And Darius basically says "what do you think?" And he does think, and he realizes that he, Hunter, doesn't actually want to take people against their will (and definitely not Palismen-).

Not only does he realize that, and come to his own conclusions without being told what to do, but not only he puts himself in danger (going against a coven head who's probably going to tell Belos) but he goes against everything that Belos had ever drilled into his head. He also doesn't even try to hide Flapjack in that scene, which is probably just him not thinking about it in his panic to stop Darius, but I think it also demonstrates how much he needs Flapjack there. Because he feels guilty, and he's upset, so of course Flapjack would be there because Flapjack is his comfort and support. (The fear on his face when Darius mentions Belos finding out hurts me deep within my soul ;-;)

Then the other Emerald Entrails get away, and Darius gets mad. And Hunter tenses up, fully expecting to get hit (T-T), not even trying to defend himself or justify it, but instead of a punishment, he gets affirmation. A bit of positive physical touch, which he might've been too in shock to process, and Darius telling him that he was wrong and Hunter is actually good. Not good because he succeeded, or useful, or obedient, but because he made the right decision by himself. And Darius gives him a scroll and gets him to make an account so he can interact with other kids his age, and then promises to keep both the incident and Flapjack a secret. Which is a positive response to him making his own moral decision (definitely NOT what he got last time he tried that, in Hunting Palismen) and like. YESSSSSS <33 Encourage that, Darius <3

And at the end of Hollow Mind and throughout Labyrinth Runners we can see how close they've become <3 (Hunter absolutely processed the events of Hollow Mind & his subsequent Grimwalker research by talking it through with Flapjack and Flapjack was his only source of comfort and it's only thing that got Hunter through all of that and you CANNOT and WILL NOT be changing my mind-)

Then there's Hollow Mind and Labyrinth Runners, which are whole OTHER things that are SO GOOD AND INTERESTING and I love SO MUCH but that's just... wayyy too much for this post haha (Just know I would die for his & Luz's sibling energy and his & Gus's friendship)

Anyways, I'll stop now, TL;DR: Hunter <;33

#anon i'm in love with you /platonic #i meant to answer this like two days ago and i literally just Forgot #I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM I LOVE HIM #i have sm more to say but i have to stop somewhere #he parallels like every other character there is SO MUCH #and i didn't even delve into headcanons much #i also probably forgot a bunch of moments/implications too #or misremembered them. hopefully not that one D:#this is over 3k words T-T #someone talk to me about hunter challenge #the owl house #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #hunter the golden guard #long post #VERY long post #i'm so sorry. (but no i'm not)#kay's asks #anon asks

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maerenee930 · 1 year

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some things that happened at work today :

- had a an older member kinda flirt with me and hit on me and make lots of comments about how i’m beautiful and how if i have a guy, he probably doesn’t really appreciate me or really know how good he has it. and then he started rambling about that being the same thing with girls sometimes…? it didn’t make sense to me lol. but yeah. he commented on my hair a few times (nothing bad but just talked about my hair color and why i changed it) and then started talking about how people shouldn’t have to change themselves. they should just be who they are and be proud of it.

- he made comments about how he’s at least twice my age and if he were younger and a different race, he would definitely ask me out… 😳 he made comments about me being a beautiful young woman (multiple times. every single time in my head i would say to myself “not a woman” like janet from the good place 😅)

- when he was talking about people changing themselves, he was going on about young kids and how they don’t know how to be themselves and how they just need to be okay with who they are. and then he started talking about, and i quote, “gay people”. those were the words he used. he tried to say lgbtq community but couldn’t remember all the letters… it was awkward, ngl…

so there’s some more stuff that happened today (and more stuff that happened with the member i was talking about) under the cut if anyone wants to read more 😅

i figure i wrote a lot and i’d out it under the cut incase anyone just wants to scroll by and then so they don’t have to scroll past all of the stuff i wrote 😅

- he said gay people should just be who they are and love who they love. (not bad, thought he was going to surprise me more and this conversation was going to take a turn for the better… again, thought… that’s the key word there.) then he started going on and on about how people just need to be who they are. he was saying like how transgender people need to just be who they were born as. and talked about gender and how he’s a man and he feels like a man and if you’re a man but you feel like you are a woman, you should just date or sleep with women… 😐😑 and he said the same about women with men… because yeah you know, that’s definitely how it works with people 🤦‍♀️ uuuugh, some people! i swear!

- had a different member change the amount he wanted for something not once but three times on me and tell me the first two times that i got it wrong. and he said the second time and i quote “how’re you still getting this wrong. it’s not that hard”. he said in a very annoyed tone and talked to me like i’m stupid.

- so my supervisor came over and she helped me get everything sorted and after that and the member walked away, she looked at me and goes “well he was very grumpy, gosh!” and i explained to her how he changed the amount twice before she came over and how he got frustrated with me and was rude to me.

- i had a few members (all older guys, btw.) recount the money i just counted for them, out loud and counted multiple times before counting it back to them and giving it to them… i counted it correctly every time! i mean there were even some people today who didn’t even do that when i had messed up a little when counting it back to them (in my head sometimes i’ll count it back the way i count it when i am putting the amounts in my computer and forget to count it back like normal 😅🤦‍♀️ i was a little out of it today 😓). they just said it was okay when i apologized and offered to recount it and they said it was alright, they were counting with me and it was okay. they knew it was the correct amount and it was all good. like even when i messed up a little bit, they understood! but these guy who don’t seem to trust me even though i counted right three times before counting it back to them seriously felt the need to count it themselves to make sure it was correct?! UUUUGH!! 😤 (it’s not just men who do it, btw. but more often than not, it is.)

- ended up having a member who i went to high school with and did the plays and musicals with my senior year of high school! (they may have been apart of crew for the spring musical my junior year but i can’t remember for sure at the moment)

- we got to talking for a minute and the whole interaction/conversation we had started out with them complimenting one of my new tattoos ☺️ and then asking where i went to get it done. and then finding out they went to the same place for one of their tattoos! (we had different artists but i knew the artist who did their tattoo they showed me 😄) and then i told them about how a few of the artists from that specific shop actually just opened up their own shop not too far from my work and they said they would for sure check it out 😊 so that was nice.

-and they had mentioned where they work and i found out that it’s a shop my brother and sister-in-law have gone to quite a bit recently cause it right by where the musical they were apart of/my brother was in! i mentioned it to the member and they recognized the name of the show they did and idk i just thought that was cool 😊 and they told me i should stop by there sometime! and i for sure will cause they work at a like rock and crystal shop and just- yes!! 🖤

- and i got complimented a few times today by a few different members on my hair color 😅 one of the members told me not to change it at all, it’s look great and so cool as it is (even though it has faded aaaaaa-lot lmao. and there’s like barely any pink left. and it’s only pink because the red has faded so much lol but anyway). she had said it was beautiful and said all i would need to do is straighten my hair and it would look fantastic 😅 now i know she didn’t mean that to sound like rude or mean or anything lol but it was kinda like “ooh, ouch. okay then” 😄 for a second. but i get it, my hair was/is kinda frizzy and wavy cause i let my hair dry naturally after i showered this morning. i don’t like using heat on my hair when it’s wet and when i blow dry it, my hair frizzes even more and i’m just a big puff ball 🤦‍♀️ but anyway 😅 it still was sweet of her to mentioned she liked my hair and that’s what i’m trying to focus on lol.

there were a few more things that happened today that were kinda interesting but idk if it’s really worth like mentioning or talking about it right now, you know? so i’ll just leave all of this as it is and leave it all at that lol.

thank you to anyone who actually reads this 😅

i know you don’t have to at all and i really and very much appreciate that you took the time to 😊

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elytrafemme · 2 years

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i honestly love your characterization of tubbo. like, i’ve never read a fic that accurately portray how much cruel he can be sometimes. his words can be like barbed wire. i also love the clingyduo dynamic and how tubbo has some(to no one’s surprise)repressed anger(?)at tommy. obviously he loves him but they both have a tendency to facilitate each other’s unhealthy behaviors. tubbo fuels tommys avoidance and tommy fuels tubbos invalidation of his trauma. they’re fucked up but full of love.

giving myself some self indulgence to answer this before I get back to work but hi! thank you so so so much :O

i really REALLY hope with every word I write in CS that i've done a good job building up and establishing some character flaws, because I worry I haven't. with Tubbo you can see some of his behavior even in earlier chapters in kind of a hindsight-is-2020 kind of way, but in general i'm trying to amp up his capacity to be cruel since a lot of his emotions are boiling over too!

what's so so so so SO important to me about writing clingyduo, and how i always like to write them, is that they love each other so much but they still Have Shit Going On. not to get personal but I am a person with an emotionally sensitive sibling, and some of our worst miscommunications/interactions stemmed from them putting me in a place where I felt like I needed to hide my emotions as to not upset them, whereas I dismissed their emotions because I found them to not be logical and I didn't Feel Like Helping. we're working through it and WAY better but like! it's a thing! and i think clingyduo has a bit of that!

tubbo loves tommy dearly but tubbo... honestly does see tommy as a bit immature, for fucked up reasoning. he both admires and resents tommy's attachment to moral figures and superheroes and religion, and tubbo thinks that he's unreasonable about his adamant opinion that substances are bad for you, and tubbo even finds tommy and jack's arguments immature, because tubbo always has to mediate and he sees it as tommy lashing out for no reason.

and all of that, in turn, makes tommy feel like SHIT because it feels like tubbo sees him as a child and that's what upsets tommy the most because he wants to be taken seriously!!!! and people never do because he's loud and excitable and sensitive and moody!!!! he just wants to be a normal teenager that you can take seriously but everyone for better or for worse think he's a kid!!!!

and then you've got the reversal of all this where tommy backs tubbo into the corner of having to Feel A Certain Way To Avoid Conflict, meaning he invalidates and hides a LOT of his trauma and emotions. and there is just objectively a lot tommy doesn't get about tubbo's situation, because tubbo's never said anything and tommy's never really asked. he makes fun of ranboo because he's insecure that tubbo likes ranboo over him but that makes ranboo feel like he has to handle all the stress having to do with ranboo entirely alone and it breeds resentment it just does!!!

they love each other so fucking much but these miscommunications HAPPEN! it is literally a thing with LIFE that's why I love writing about it! in cough syrup AND in the DSMP (though different in the server's lore obviously) they miscommunicate and don't fit together exactly like puzzle pieces, just slightly mishappen things trying to click together, BUT THAT ISN'T THE END OF THAT! they WORK THINGS OUT, because they care about each other SO FUCKING MUCH, and like. that's life! that's what it is! i don't shut my sibling out for the rest of forever because we miscommunicated for a bit, we just work on it!

but it's hard. and i won't say too much about where these two are going plot wise because well. don't know if u guys expect all of it and wanna keep u surprised! but! i just wanted to ramble about this bc it is SO so so so so so important to me.

#nightmare.cough-syrup #cough syrup spoilers #long post

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hiraethhh-h · 2 years

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If you still have match ups can I get a small scenario for stranger things?

I’m a non-binary femme with no real perference male or female wise. I have long brown wavy hair that’s pink at the ends and bluish-grey eyes that don’t actually work so have cats eye glasses. Im a bit on the chubbier side but I’m fine with it.

My personality is people call lovingly abrasive, like I’ll call people out on their nonsense but not be cruel about it. If people let me I’ll dote on them but that includes listening to my interests. I’m pretty loud by default. Most of my hobbies include some form of craft with my favorite being dice making and I usually have multiple dice in my pockets. My other hobbies include figurine making, writing, drawing, baking, and sewing.

i match you with...

robin buckley!

the first time robin saw you, she thought you were adorable.

plus your cat eye glasses? robin’s been shot right through the heart with cupid’s arrow.

robin is also the type of person who calls people out on their bullshit. sometimes it’s lovingly, but other times the words just fly out of her mouth before she can process what she’s saying.

robin quite literally melts into a puddle when she listens to you ramble because as we all know, she does that herself.

she maintains dead eye contact and is an active listener, nodding here and there while also asking questions about whatever you’re talking about

when you sit and listen to robin? time flies over both of your heads.

seriously, when you two spend countless hours in the band/art room sitting and loudly talking to each other, it starts to annoy some of the teachers

steve has burst into the room numerous times, calling for you both and saying, “wrap it up you two. mr. brenner is threatening to lock you guys in.”

once robin realizes that she’s rambling for the nth time, she stops mid-sentence and goes, “aaand i’m rambling… sorry.”

when you reassure robin that it’s okay for her to ramble and that you enjoy it, she clutches the spot where her heart is and murmurs, “oh god… i think my heart’s gonna explode…”

whenever robin’s free, 9 times out of 10, she will join you during your arts and crafts or baking session

she does have trouble sitting for long periods of time, but she usually keeps herself occupied by doing some arts and crafts of her own if she’s up for it

if she isn’t doing arts and crafts, robin will pull out the dice set you made for her.

they’re one of her favorite things because on the inside, they’re hollow and have small bells inside, so the sounds that they make scratches her brain in a good way

if you’re doing figure making, robin will do her best to stay quiet as she knows you need to focus, buuut that usually doesn’t work out

robin definitely has pleaded for you to dye her hair, and she’s asked numerous times if she could help you dye your hair too :D

“where is it, where is it…”

you glanced over to where the dirty blonde was hunched over, rummaging through the backpack she always brought whenever she spent the night. “you okay there ‘bin?” you questioned, looking up from your sketchbook. “i can’t find it!” she huffed, shaking her head. “find what-” “aha!” robin pulled out a large rectangular box, the bright red ‘LEGO’ logo catching your attention. “is that why your bag kept rattling on the way from school?” you chuckled, closing your sketchbook and setting it on your nightstand with your pencil. you stood from your spot on your bed, heading over to your workspace that was pushed up against the wall.

“maybe…” robin smiled, meeting you at the desk. “but look! it comes with a tyrannosaurus rex, triceratops, and pterodactyl.” she breamed, giving the box a small shake before setting it down. “did you know pterodactyl is just a nickname for them?” robin asked, watching as you began to open the box and pull out the baggies full of lego pieces. “really? what’re they actually called?” you smiled, glancing at robin before thumbing through the t-rex instruction book and using your middle finger to push your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

“pterodactylus! it’s so dumb, like, why’d they remove the two letters? there’s literally no point.” the dirty blonde huffed as she opened the bag containing the t-rex parts, her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.

a soft laugh slipped past your lips, “yeah? that’s kinda like saying be calling you ‘bin is dumb because i removed the two first letters from your name.” robin dropped the lego piece onto the tabletop, her head snapping to you and eyes blown wide. “wait-! nonono, i meant whoever named the pterodactyl and decided to cut off the last two letters is dumb! not you!” she squeaked, shaking her hands worriedly. “pfft…” you slapped a hand over your mouth, your body shaking with silent laughter. “i’m just kidding robin, you are adorable.” you beamed, looking at the dirty blonde.

a sheepish smile spread across her lips, robin giving a nervous chuckle as she rubbed at the back of her neck. “haha…” she murmured, ducking her head slightly as her eyes darted away from you. “of course you were joking. i’d never call you dumb, you know that.” you gently nudged her arm, holding out a lego piece to her while your other hand held the open manual.

#bee's matchups #stranger things #stranger things s3 #stranger things s4 #stranger things matchup #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you

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norcalbruja · 8 months

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Odd but generally good development

So I've been busy job-hunting for the past week, but around that time, I had a really odd development with Haik Number Four and then one more development with the Water-Spirit.

Behind the cut for spiritual sex/birth, but it actually wasn't that painful or traumatizing when it was happening.

Not sure if I've made things coherent enough, but I tried to figure out where I started losing focus/rambling and I snipped those bits out. Recent developments SEEM to be a much better sign than the problem with "the Not-Children demons constantly shit-talk me and disrupt my meditations with pain/depression," so… yay, I guess?

So you know how I've mentioned that my dead-end of a life tends to overwhelm me, so I sometimes lose my shit in the Spirit-World and start screaming for someone to help? And sometimes that involves asking to have sex with them because of the various reasons stemming from "I'm broke," the two main reasons are that 1) I can't risk making a physical altar in my Catholic mom's apartment, and 2) I already give the gods some food from my normal meals, so… more lunch/dinner just doesn't seem like enough?

Anyway, so I was having a bad time and I just asked both the Water-Spirit and Haik Number Four if they could help me or at least get me to stop focusing on my shitty life again, and about halfway through the desperation-sex, a weird sort of jelly-ish mass came out of me and turned into a fucking FULL GROWN Tyrannosaurus rex.

So the T. rex just nudged me and went "hello, mother."

And I was like "um… hello?!" because that is literally all that happened. No pain, no screaming, out she comes fully-grown???

The Irish gods were fucking ecstatic to see her and collectively went, "YAAAAAAAAY, YOU BIRTHED A LIVING CREATURE THIS TIME!!! HELLO, REXY!!!"

Lola Buwaya just sighed and went "Well, this IS a good sign, but remember the Irish gods are too loud. Try not to do that again, anak."

And I was like "…I don't know how this happened to avoid it, though??? I'm not even sure who the father is, because I don't know if spiritual beings gestate or not. Is this Haik Number Four's dinosaur kid, or the Water-Spirit's???"

Technically Spirit-Me has "given birth" to a living/known creature before. This one time, I gave birth to a beluga (also full-grown after about five minutes), but that was so long ago that I think it happened back when I still thought the Water-Spirit was Haik.

The Water-Spirit's main response was "oops, that was my fault. Let's not do that again."

I never mentioned the beluga before because birth from a different species aside, it's just a normal whale. Like, it's wild, and like many nature-spirits, it doesn't tend to talk a lot. The beluga just swims around the spiritual Arctic, occasionally it pops into my meditations and says hi because I'm its Blood Relative, and that's all. I don't even know what sex/gender it would be, because it doesn't consider that kind of stuff important.

Which seriously contrasts with the T. rex, who came out with a sentient mind and calls herself female, so I just call her "Tyrann" for lack of another name.

Tyrann considers the Water-Spirit her father because he's my MAIN husband (explanations in the next post, because I'm pretty sure I've also mentioned Dionysus my least formal "husband" ever), so that's good enough for her.

The Green Man heard the news, laughed his ass off, and went "Aquaman can't have sired this big lunk! Who she calls father is one thing, but she's a creature of the earth, same as you! I wouldn't be surprised if she had no father at all. Remember, love--sex in the Otherworld isn't literally sex. You don't need two people's DNA for spirit-birthing."

And I was like "Can someone tell me how spiritual births DO work, though???"

So the Green Man said to me, "The closest way you can understand it is when your ideas grow up. The beluga came out of nowhere, like your man did, and it doesn't help nor harm anything. Miss Lizard is old and earthbound, and she has been a long time coming."

And I asked him, "Well… what kind of idea IS Tyrann?"

He answered, "I'm guessing she's just your career goals and whatnot. She's not complicated, just big. And she has nothing to do with the spirits, or decolonizing, or any of the Tagalog men hanging around."

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A couple days after that, I accidentally birthed/laid a fucking giant bird-like egg, and while I was wondering who's the spiritual "father" again (I do not know any wind- or bird-spirits!), and why I'm constantly birthing things that are my size or larger, Hera stepped in and just… chiseled a hole in it.

She told me gently that while it is a good sign that my spiritual uterus is getting better from the Not-Children constantly invading it, I'll probably need to "abort" some of these in the future. Like, I'm already dealing with way too much spiritual issues like "where are the anito?" and the Not-Children to handle more "actual children" running around, and I barely have a clue about how this even happened to start with.

And I'm like, "Well, that makes sense. Thank you for the advice, Hera."

She also cautioned me that just because I'm getting better doesn't mean I'm EMOTIONALLY ready to deal with more spiritual "children," and the fact that I'm healing up pretty quickly is actually a double-edged sword. Which gave me even more vibes of "just because you're healthy enough to pop a kid out doesn't mean your SITUATION is right for being a parent."

Especially in my case, where I'm looking for day-jobs that I detest just so I can scrape up the cash to get the fuck out of my Catholic mom's apartment.

Regarding how Tyrann is "big but uncomplicated," she is pretty fucking eloquent for a dinosaur. She saw one of my spiritual meltdowns a couple days ago and remarked that "you ask for so little, Mother. A house and an art career. I don't know why anyone hasn't helped you yet."

And I told her, "Art in general is hard to get off the ground. Nobody tells you how to DO ANYTHING. People hate paying for art or supporting their artist friends."

Tyrann said, "No. I don't know why the ANITO haven't helped you with it. So much of your work deals with THEM. You are one of their people, and you beg them for love through your work. You ask for anyone to help with your mouth, but you keep writing about the anito, how to get away from Catholicism, of the terrible creatures in the islands. This is not a prayer that an Irish or a Greek god can really step in for, even out of love for you."

I was like, "That is EXTREMELY grown-up talk for someone who was born last week. And no, Tyrann, nobody knows why the anito aren't here. I got a reading that said the anito abandoned me because my work and my blog are both blasphemous, and they left me to my own devices because I'm begging them for help too much. The problem is, almost all of the Tagalog spirits reacted like that would be the ultimate dick move if they're right, so… clearly, SOMETHING is wrong with me, but people don't know what it is."

And Tyrann just grumbled and went, "I don't like it." So she went off somewhere, annnnnnnd I don't know what a T. rex is capable of in the Otherworld, but I hope she doesn't try to bite anyone???

#unverified personal gnosis #personal gnosis

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arkon-z · 2 years

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I was in a genuine Mood today and ended up rambling to a friend today about it. It was essentially the same discussion I've had before; that is, I want to be treated like everyone else, I'm tired of being different, I want to be remembered by my extrovert friends and be included in the things they do instead of having to chase them down all the time - you know, introvert anxieties. I tried to keep it short because I was expecting the same answer that I usually get from my other friend - "You're not forgotten or overlooked, we still care about you. If you really want one on one hangout time, the best way to get it is to reach out on your own. Put in the work."

Which I do - I've learned to reach out. But it's so hard when it feels like all the work is on me, like I have to wave and yell to get people to see me. And I know the friend who tells me this means well, and loves me dearly, but I don't think she really gets what I'm trying to tell her.

But the ramble was to a different friend, and when I lamented about wanting to be 'normal', that is 'not introverted/overlooked/ignored', she asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

And I started crying.

I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe I was relieved that someone was taking me seriously for a change. Maybe I didn't realize how much being overlooked was hurting me. I can't be sure; I'll probably figure it out later. But some kind of progress was made today.

So, a message to extroverts - if you're the kind of people who gravitate toward others as loud and extroverted as you because they're easier to relate to, look outside that circle for a moment. Your introvert friends are probably feeling overlooked. They have probably been trying to get your attention and pushing themselves to do it. Or they might just be waiting for you to notice them. Please, please notice them. Reach out and make the first move. You might not be aware of what this might mean to them.

P.S. - me and this friend have made plans to hang out, because I think we both would enjoy it.

#rambles #introvert

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kittyprincessofcats · 3 months

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A question for people in Germany or similarly pro-Israel countries:

How do you like... try to educate people/talk to people irl about Palestine without coming across as obnoxious/crazy/like you're overstepping?

To be clear: I absolutely think "there's a genocide going on that our country is actively supporting" is the moment to be as obnoxious as possible, I'm just worried people will get defensive if I get too "aggressive" or if I cross too many social norms, and that they then won't actually listen or take anything I say seriously - that I'll come across like one of those activists who's way too militant about their cause and instead of explaining and educating just shames people for not instantly agreeing - which will then make them defensive and less inclined to agree.

What I currently do is that I just infodump on people and try to list everything our news and media left out, and I try to do so wherever I go - but oh boy is bringing up a "taboo-topic" first thing not good for my social anxiety (and not good for my IBS which gives me horrible stomach cramps and diarrhea whenever I'm nervous either.)

And yeah - mixed results so far.

There have been people who already knew a lot about the conflict and agreed with me (on the important stuff, at least - that Israel is commiting genocide and needs to be stopped).

There have been people who didn't know much yet, but patiently listened to me ramble and agreed that what I'm saying makes sense.

There have been people who didn't know much and seemed unsure what to believe (which I understand, if I didn't have English-speaking social media I wouldn't know what to believe either).

There were some people who said generic things like "You should have compassion for victims on both sides" or "You can condemn both Hamas and the Israeli government" - which are in and of itself statements I agree with, but they're missing the crucial factors that only one side is currently dying in the thousands and only one side is currently commiting genocide and only one side has been violently oppressing the other for 75 years and so on and so forth.

And then there have been the people who I really don't know how to handle: the ones who straight-up refuse to listen or say anything. For instance, there was one time I met up with 3 friends in a park and every time I started rambling about Palestine, 2 of them would conveniently leave and go elsewhere. This could have been a coincidence once or twice, but they did it multiple times, again and again, and only when I brought up Palestine. And if they happened to be there and hear me say something that critisizes Israel (like, even just "Israel has a right-wing government" which is just a fact!), they would awkwardly look away and stay silent.

Have any of you figured out what to do about that last group of people? Or how to do this whole "talking to people" thing in general? I think maybe if instead of infodumping I sent people resources on where to inform themselves and also how to actually help that would be more useful and save me the long talks (?) - I'll also definitely be sending people Kaya Yanar's video, saves me the trouble of summing Israel's lies up myself.

Also, is it inappropriate to bring political flyers to someone's birthday party? A friend invited me to his birthday tomorrow and since I don't want to distract from / ruin his birthday with politics, I asked if it would be okay if instead of talking about it I brought some self-made flyers on how to help Palestine and gave them to the other guests. I know that's still kinda uncool at someone's birthday party, but like... people are dying.

(I still haven't actually made the flyers (what do I put on them? will people not read them if I don't use a pretty font and don't put any decorations? I'm not a graphic designer or anything, I just wanna sum up what's going on and how to help without having to have that conversation out loud and UGH, what if people still feel like I'm disrupting the birthday and will then ignore me... the mere thought of tomorrow just gave me the worst stomach ache as I wrote this post - seriously, Social Anxiety + IBS is the worst combo for doing this.))

#Germany #Palestine #Free Palestine #Palestinian genocide #personal #not actually ABOUT Palestine more like about how to educate people in Germany #to be fair I do think a silent majority here disagrees with what Israel is doing (61% according to a survey)#but those 61% are being WAY too silent so far #I wouldn't be this 'obnoxious' and 'let me bring it up first-thing everywhere'#if I felt like other people in this country were being sufficiently loud

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fantasyoverreality98 · 3 years

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huh I think I have things figured out a little better now

#my poor mom #always has to listen to me talk about my school papers and probably has no idea what i'm saying #but seriously just rambling out loud helps me to figure things out #it's like my brain goes 'huh you know what i think i know how to do this now'#maybe not all hope is lost #i think i've figured it out #now i just need to read the two articles and then go through the others and pick out the main arguments and i'll be good to go #once that's out of the way then i have to work on my art history assignment #and then once i finish that i can focus on getting my english papers done

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leviasu · 2 years

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levi and satan with a fem s/o who is kinda obsessed with sanrio or just cute things in general, and also she keep chanting "ruru" or "toaruru" the whole day out of boredom ｡◕‿◕｡

I have a few works up ahead but I couldn't stop myself once I saw that you requested SANRIO...(/pos) I love sanrio so much ahhhhh you don't understand.. (note at the end of post) n also I got carried away with Levi’s part, so sorry 😭

Sanrio Lover S/O (+ cute things/Fem!MC)

Leviathan

“Toaruru...” “Ruuuuruuuu..” “toaru..” -

Gaahhhh what were you doing to Him?! First you were wearing your cute (favourite character here) hoodie! and now you're making cute little sounds that Levi can't handle because of how cute it is?!?! Would it be rude to ask you what is you're chanting? Even worse, would it make you stop?! I don't think Leviachan’s MC meter can take it anymore ..

Okay, okay... In all seriousness, Levi finds it cute, really cute. especially when He heard it for the first time... He firstly thought you were just chanting the Subtitles of what you're currently watching or playing out loud, until it had hit Him that it was only out of plain boredom or you might’ve explained it to Him instead.

Don't get me wrong, He genuinely finds it cute but it could be a little distracting when He's playing games. But since now He knows that you're doing it out of boredom He gets you a spare controller, indicating He wants you to Join Him with His game! Or He might give you manga instead, but in all honesty He'd choose the game. Your intimacy level with eachother in the game needs a few more levels until you both unlock marriage anyway.

Or if it's a single player/online game, Even though this’ll make it hard to concentrate- He wants to hold you. So... Inorder to do so, He'll catch your attention firstly by making a few small clicks and “pssst”s. if His attempts work, He'll gesture you to sit on His lap while you watch Him play games. (He won't deny that He'll be red as a tomato when you sit on His lap. and will even get more redder when you stare at him to the point where it'll even rival the colour red itself. So... Keep your eyes locked on the screen for His sake of not overheating...)

He'll also love hearing you ramble about your interests and love with cute things! Levi would often ramble aswell about His interests, and He doesn't mind when you do it aswell, Infact, He loves hearing all about it!

He'll often see you scrolling through your DDD looking at cute and sanrio themed items while doing so, He couldn't help but see that you couldn't help but see a cute product on sale on Akuzon, making you slightly frown due to the price but later on kept scrolling.

You then proceeded to get an Akuzon package on your bed, seeing the same product that was decorated in your phone screen.

Since Levi is a huge Akuzon connoisseur, He'll often buy you Cutesy/sanrio figures, accessories, treats even going as Far as getting you a Hoodie of your favourite character everytime He's on the Site. Even if Lucifer scolds Him sometimes due to the sudden rise in Akuzon Boxes in the House of Lamentation. your happy face makes up for it, It fuels Him even more to do so! (he'll tone it down if you tell Him too, but He'll still sneak in a Teacup-themed choco box...)

But, Let's not forget His talent for sewing too, He puts it to good use as He sews you little plushes of anything cute and your favourite characters, clothes... His favourite thing was sewing you both a pair of Matching Lolita and Ouji style-outfits of His and Yours’ favourite colour combined. His Devilgram icon changed along with yours, matching with the cosplay that you both did together.

Image just in case you don't know the concept of Lolita / Ouji style.

But overall, He loves you so much !

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~➢

Satan

Another day in the house of Lamentation, pure peace and quiet. Something that Satan thought vanished long ago, and Now... What’s better than living life, pure bliss reading one of His Favourite Novels while a cat is resting on His head, and being in the same room with His Cute Significant O-

“Ruruuuu.....”

What the

He's in shock, the cat is in shock. The woman on the front cover of the Novel is shocked

Okay, enough fussing around. But Satan wouldn't deny He got caught Off-guard at the Sudden noise that you made, He couldn't keep it to Himself and asked you, after a couple seconds of brief context. He offers to let you lay next to Him while He reads the book aloud, or.. you both could dress up the Cat laying in between you both?

Satan would find your traits and interests a Charming thing about you, He absolutely adores seeing you show Him cute decor or items of your liking! He especially liked it when you showed Him Sanrio, His favourite characters are the Cat ones obviously, but In all favour... he adores choco-cat alot.

He would argue with people that say books are boring, but you're an exception. If you're bored and continue chanting the same words that Satan is familiar with, He'd try to give you a book, or an E-book of your liking! But... If he has free time, you both are gonna explore His Go-to spots to have Fun, and most importantly... For you to know more about Him!

Also did I mention Satan absolutely love the way you put on cute little accessories when going out? You just look so cute...!!! You both were once at a Cat-Cafe for a date and to soothe your Boredom. Yet He suprisingly didn't pay attention to the cats. Instead He paid all His attention towards you instead.

He'd buy you both matching cat ears, no buts! You guys will be wearing them together, while aiding the Cat Satan snuck into the House of Lamentation. You're now officially a mom of a cute cat, and you're now the wife of the adoptive -father of the cat.

GODDDD I am in a Extra good mood today. I had so much fun writing this... Especially because I love Sanrio and Levi and Satan, Alot. But then i’m quite sorry if this doesn't match... Some few parts of the Request(?) or overall just missing a few things. I really just free-styled(???) this without thinking much since I was having too much fun. 😭 (But I'll try to add a few more things when I'm gonna edit posts. <3 )

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