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astermath · 8 months
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pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader
summary: robin falls head over heels for the cool girl renting horror movies at family video. steve can’t believe her awkward shyness is actually landing her a date, but he’s happy for her nonetheless.
word count: idk kinda short lol under 1K
notes: just wanted to write a little blurb, then it turned into something else, so enjoy this short little meet cute with robin ♡
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Robin really is that love at first sight kinda girl.
She’s the type of girl to be busy sorting tapes at family video, when you walk in, all pretty femininity and mysterious aura around you. And suddenly she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She doesn’t know where she is, why she’s there, hell, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell you her name if she asked.
She doesn’t stop staring at you, not when you enter and not when you walk over to the horror section to pick something out. Only when Steve nudges her in her side, she snaps out of it, looking more flustered than ever.
“Dude, can you not?”
“Sorry man, it just— looked like you were falling asleep with your eyes open! What’s with you anyways?”
Robin doesn’t respond, simply averting her eyes to the cash register and hoping Steve doesn’t pry any further.
Which would have worked, if you weren’t talking to her right now.
“I’m sorry, can I—“
“Yes! Yes, absolutely, you can…” Robin trails off, realising she hasn’t even let you finish your request. Her own eagerness embarrasses her to no end, her face heating up and her cheeks now closely resembling the colour of a tomato.
To her surprise, you giggle. You’re not awkward about it at all, which somehow makes her fall for you even harder.
“I was gonna ask what the latest time would be when I’d be able to return this.” you smile, and the blonde girl is certain it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
“Oh! Yeah, totally, no problem! It’s uh— a great choice, by the way. I love friday the 13th, sooo good, all that horror stuff, a huge fan—“
“A week.” Steve interrupts her rambling.
“Huh?” Robin turns to her friend.
“To answer her question, since you’re too busy being head over heels over here.”
You chuckle again, and Robin genuinely thinks her head is going to explode. Not only is her best friend making fun of her in front of you, but you’re not even making her feel bad about it. It’s like you find it cute or something. How crazy is that?
“Cool, I’ll just uh,” you hold up the tape, “rent this one then.”
Robin rings you up, her hands moving faster than her mind, and she hopes you don’t notice the slight shakiness in them. It’s not every day the prettiest girl in the whole world shows up at her job, so she’s not exactly prepared.
“Thanks,” you take the tape from her along with the receipt, your fingers touching slightly when she slides them over. Now you’re the one who’s getting the butterflies.
“So, you said you were a fan of horror movies?”
Robin nods enthusiastically, while Steve has to bite his tongue to hold back from saying that that’s the biggest lie ever. Robin isn’t a coward, not at all, but she’s the worst at scary movies. She’s just saying all this to impress you. She doubts it’s working though.
“Well, I was gonna watch this alone, but…” you grab a pen off the counter and scribble down your number on the receipt. “If you feel like watching it together, give me a call…” you pause to read her name tag. “Robin.” You smile again. “Nice name.”
“T-Thanks! You uh, you too!”
“Thanks, even though I… Haven’t told you yet.” You write your name down next to the number. “Now you know.”
“Huh…” She reads it over, not being able to keep herself from smiling like she’s sunshine incarnate. “That is a really nice name though.”
You grin, grabbing the tape off the counter and stuffing it in your bag. “Well, Robin, I’m free this Friday, if you wanna take me up on the offer.” You start walking backwards and give her a quick wave. “See y’around.”
She waves back, although more hesitant. Frankly, she’s still processing the entire encounter, and the fact that you’re real. Someone as beautiful as you exists, talked to her, even gave her your number. She didn’t know a reality like that was possible.
“I can’t believe that worked.” Steve scoffs in disbelief, though he’s pretty stoked for Robin all in all. He wants his friend to find her special person as much as he does for himself.
“Yeah,” she stares as you walk off, “me too.”
The freckled girl groans loudly and drops her head into her hands. “Why the fuck did I say any of that? Why do I always just keep talking?”
“I don’t see the big deal Buckley,” her coworker leans against the counter, “you got your date, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but then what? Then what do I do? I might have been able to charm her with my awkward idiocy this time, but what if we watch the movie and she finds out I’m a huge wuss!” She gestures around wildly with her hands, earning a confused stare from one of the older customers.
“This is going to sound so stupid, and I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he runs his hand through his brown locks, “but just like, be yourself? She seems nice enough, I’m sure she won’t judge you for being a total scaredy cat.”
“Not helping, Harrington.” She gives him a defeated look.
“Sorry, you know what I mean.”
“But what if she does?”
“What?”
“What if she does judge me? I mean jesus Steve, I wouldn’t blame her! She’s like— way out of my coolness league! She’s practically doing charity work watching a movie with me.”
Steve scoffs. “Don’t sell yourself short, Buckley, you’re plenty cool. Besides, if she does judge you, then clearly she’s not worth it. But again, I think you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” she sighs, already picturing her holding onto you in fear of a completely fictional serial killer. “I guess you’re right.” She goes quiet for a moment, before she’s back to daydreaming about the whole scenario. The two of you on your couch, shoulders touching, maybe an arm around her, hands brushing when you reach for the popcorn, all that sappy stuff…
“Buckley?”
Maybe you’d find it cute that she gets scared. Maybe you’d wanna protect her. She gets that vibe from you, that you’d keep her safe from all the Freddy Kruegers and Jason Voorhees of the world.
“Robin!”
Steve snaps her out of her daydreaming, gesturing towards Keith who’s about to enter the store.
“You two organise those tapes like I asked you to?” Their manager isn’t even looking at them, struggling with putting away his car keys.
Robin swipes the tapes off the counter and stuffs them randomly into the two boxes. That’s a problem for later.
“Yup! All sorted! Good thing I love organising stuff!” She laughs awkwardly, and Steve is fighting for his life trying not to laugh.
She’s got bigger things to worry about right now. Like what to wear for her date with you. And what kind of snacks you like to eat with your movies. And how she’s going to explain that the scariest thing she can handle is Frankenweenie.
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the-kr8tor · 4 days
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Hi I love your fics!!! Can you do one for the twins au where Ramona and Billie are maybe 4 or 5 and they start to notice Hobies British accent and start talking like him and saying British phrases. Like he asks them something and they just go “nah bruv” or there are just little instances throughout there day to day lives that reader and Hobie start to notice, where they use his slang at different moments at home, at the store, and it all comes to a head at school (cue parent teacher conference cause they asked a “kid are you mad bruv” and the teacher needs clarification lol). They’re able to watch a recording of their interaction during playtime with the student like you know how some schools have cameras where you can watch your kid now. Him and reader are surprised at how well they imitate his accent and try not laugh in front of the teacher but they tell them they can’t repeat everything daddy says and when readers not looking gives them a little proud wink and they giggle lol!!
Thank you for the adorable request! I changed it up a bit hope you don't mind ❤️❤️❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Mom! Reader, Dad! Hobie, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin AU, fluff.
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You feel like a kid again sitting on the tiny, clearly not for adults chair. The classroom smells of crayons and glue, the walls are painted in every color of the rainbow, posters of numbers, letters and animals are taped on the walls. Flitting your eyes behind you to check on Billie and Mona, you see them build a house using blocks, mumbling to each other. They're wearing matching sweaters today (per their request,) bees and flowers adorning the thick fabric. And ribbons in their pretty hair. Mona rambles on to her sister about lego whilst her sister listens.
Hobie sits next to you, he doesn't look any better than you. With his long legs and arms, half of his body is the only part of him sitting on the pink plastic chair. Butt half hanging on the side, legs tucked, arms around his legs, back slouched— you bite your lip at the sight, trying your best not to laugh at his state.
Hobie senses your snicker, and you feel like you're back in school again when you quickly turn your head away, pretending you weren't looking at his lanky self struggling to sit on a kindergartener's chair.
He narrows his eyes, taking the teacher's erasure off her desk, flinging it towards your direction– hitting you right on your head. It bounces off and you gasp at the audacity. Faking innocence, Hobie whistles a nonchalant tune, eyes pretending to scan the poster of the alphabet tacked on the chalkboard.
“Really?” You say, smiling through it whilst picking up the fallen eraser.
“You started it.” The father of your children teasingly says as if his girls aren't just behind him playing blocks. Way to set an example.
“Nuh-uh”
“Yu-uh”
You threaten to toss the eraser at his smug face. He shields himself with his arms, chuckling under it. The door opens and you two straighten up, putting back the stationary on the teacher's table like nothing happened.
You definitely feel like you're a kid again.
“Sorry I'm late.” She apologizes, yellow dress swinging as she speed walks towards her table. “Lots of parents, so sorry.”
“That's alright,” you smile at the preppy woman, your hands on your knees, all prim and proper in front of your girls' favourite teacher.
Billie and Ramona had a hard time adjusting to school, but once Ms. Jenkins got them out of their shell, they would always ask you and Hobie if there's school the next day, or what kind of lunch they'll have for recess because their new friends apparently don't like raisins. They love to share, just as long as they eat theirs. So you always pack extras for their friends even though either you or Hobie have to wake up earlier than usual.
You like Ms. Jenkins, she's bubbly and awfully good at her job. One time Billie got sick and couldn't go to school, she personally contacted you to ask how she's doing and even got the entire class to make ‘get well soon’ cards for her. She's a sweetheart really, and most definitely likes your kids. But what has you nervously pick at your nails is that she called you and Hobie in personally for a PTA meeting. Her little note is stapled on the school's notice about the annual meeting, indicating that she needs to talk to you and Hobie.
Said man, scooches his chair closer to yours just to hold your hand while Ms. Jenkins settles on her own chair.
“So Billie and Ramona—” she starts and you hear the girls stand up abruptly from their equally tiny chairs.
“Present!” They cheerfully exclaim at the same time.
Hobie chuckles in his seat, “you run a tight ship, miss.”
“It's alright, my loves, go play.” You say in between soft laughs as you twist in your seat to look at their smiling faces. It all makes Hobie squeeze your hand tight—love overflowing through every squeeze.
Ms. Jenkins laughs, “they love attendance time, I always see them hyping themselves up before I call them.”
“Adorable.” You coo.
“So back to business,” she clasps her hands atop the desk. “Their grades are phenomenal, I know they're still just babies and grades don't usually matter in their level, but they're crushing it.”
Hobie gives you a look, wordlessly telling you, ‘we did that’
You nod, silently replying. ‘hell yeah, we did’
“They’re friends with the whole class.” The teacher continues “Yes, it was quite a hurdle for Ramona but she conquered it with the help of Billie. And when Billie needed help with maths, she helped her there without Billie asking for it.” She smiles and you feel sunshine come out of her. “They're the perfect team.”
“That's brilliant then, why the note?” Hobie asks before you could.
“They are a delight to have in class, but—” she winces. “They have been using some…colourful slang recently.”
“Oh no,” You look at Hobie in the corner of your eyes. He shakes his head innocently at your accusation. “Was it a bad word?”
“Not particularly, uh, it's all fine and dandy, like calling their mates ‘bloke’ or ‘bruv’—”
Hobie lets out a snicker, accidentally interrupting the teacher with his laugh. You glare secretly at him.
“Right, sorry, not funny at all.” He tries to save face. “Continue, Miss.”
“It's alright that they use it but I find that they've been using it more frequently and just last week they disrupted class when they uh…” Ms. Jenkins leans closer, elbows propped on her desk, whispering her words like a secret. “Yelled during movie time to say ‘that’s the dog's bollocks’ in reference to the amazing animation.”
Hobie looks like he's dying whilst trying his hardest not to laugh. Hands clasped on his mouth, shoulders shaking, lungs wheezing and eyes tightly shut. You swear, you even see a tear clinging to his lashes.
You're not the greatest example either as you tightly press your lips together, also trying your darndest to not laugh.
You try to keep your composure even though Hobie's practically losing it next to you. Even Ms. Jenkins hides her grin.
“I'm so sorry—” you accidentally let out a giggle before inhaling deeply to tamp it down. “We'll talk to them once we get home.” Your stomach hurts from restraining yourself.
“That's great!” She clears her throat, doing better at composing herself than you and Hobie. “That's all, thank you so much for coming! There's cookies and juice in the hallway.” Standing up, she holds her hand for a handshake.
You shake her hand while Hobie's still losing it in his seat. “Thank you, Miss, have a great holiday.” You're a bit better at hiding your laughter but if Hobie let out a guffaw right now, you're for sure to follow suit.
“You too!” She smiles, “bye, Bee! Bye, Mona!” Waving her hand, the girls happily wave back.
“Okay, let's go.” You had to lift Hobie up from his seat or else he'll be glued to it while his body wracks with silent laughter.
The second you and your little family settle inside the car, Hobie lets out the loudest laugh, you follow a half second later, the sound echoing in the vehicle.
Billie and Ramona look at you two confused, hands pausing from devouring their snacks.
“I think they're proper bonkers.” Mona whispers, leaning towards her sister, and Billie nods in agreement.
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k4g3hika · 2 years
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WE’LL BE JUST FINE ━ imagine!
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eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: i’m convinced eddie has no idea how to treat a girl. like, a girlfriend is probably the least of his concerns until he met you. the problem? he doesn’t know the difference between a friend, and a girlfriend. and that could possibly mean the end of your teenage romance.
genre: angst then fluff
wc: 3k
note: eddie has no idea how to treat a girl, until someone teaches him. no one can tell me otherwise, also! imagine that say anything came earlier than it actually did :D
tags: friends to lovers to exes to lovers (what a trope), fluff, angst with comfort, reader is 18+, eddie may be a bit ooc.
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Tonight was date night! And you couldn’t be happier. 
Pulling up to Eddie’s trailer, you excitedly got out of the car, practically skipping to his front door and softly tapping on it. Sure, you’ve been here more times than you can count, but you still found it respectful to knock before you enter. 
Eddie has been your best friend ever since you moved to Hawkins in freshman year and a couple of months ago when you finally admitted to having deeper feelings for him, the both of you began to date. You couldn’t ask for anything more. 
Nope. Nothing more. 
The door pulls open to a smiling Eddie, who reaches forward to give you a sincere hug. As you reach to his face, attempting to at least give him a kiss on his cheek, he quickly pulled away and began rambling on about Dungeons and Dragons. 
It turns out you could actually ask Eddie for something other than the title of being his girlfriend. Maybe, for him to actually treat you like one. 
Walking into the trailer by yourself, you shut the door behind you and jog up to Eddie to catch on to what he was saying. Hopefully, he was almost ready for the movie at 6 that both of you were very excited about. You couldn’t stop talking about it for weeks, and when you finally found out that it was coming to Hawkins’ local theatre, you asked Eddie to go. Of course, he said yes, who couldn’t say yes to you?
So why, when you entered his room, was it littered with D&D pamphlets, records, and cassette tapes…and no clothes? 
You expected him to be ready by now, it was 5:00 for Christ’s sake. The smile that was once planted on your face immediately fell, but went unnoticed by Eddie, who instead of tending to his girlfriend, plopped himself down onto the bed and began writing something down on his notepad. 
“So listen, for the next campaign, I want it to be big! This is definitely going to be one for the little sheep to remember, and hopefully, going to be the best one they’ve ever played!” Eddie smiles brightly at you, which instantly conflicted with you. You couldn’t frown at Eddie’s happiness, it was too bright to ignore. Instead, you sighed and pulled at the hem of your shirt. 
“That sounds great babe, but…why aren’t you dressed yet?” His eyes move from his notepad to you, a bit confused. You felt something heavy drop in your heart. He couldn’t have forgotten…please don’t tell me he forgot.
“Dressed for what? Where are we going?” 
“The movies? It’s date night.” His lips shape into an ‘o’, a clear habit of his when he clearly forgot about something. 
Ouch.
“Oh shit, sorry Y/N. Well, it’s okay, right? We could just go next time, I’m sure that the later showing is better anyway.” 
“But Eddie, I have a family dinner tonight. I have to be home by eight.” He exasperatedly sighs, throwing his hand up in the air. 
“Then tomorrow night then? Sorry about forgetting N/N, D&D has been so amazing lately. Come, let me read out the campaign I have in mind.” Eddie gestures his hands for you to come closer, causing you to exhale quietly, but fall into his arms anyway. He went along with his notes, laughing and rubbing your back as he happily reads out his ideas and passions. 
The movies can wait. You guessed tonight will just be like every other night. 
“And then, I,” Robin takes a breath, “I just chucked the drink at him! What else do you do when you tell a guy your love preferences but still pushes himself onto you?!” The both of you laugh loudly, slapping the counter since the store was currently empty. 
It was the one hour where customers weren’t absolutely starving for a movie to rent out, so Robin and you decided to just chat. Normally Steve would join in as well, but someone decided to be productive and put the returned tapes back onto the shelves. 
“That’s amazing Robin! You’re so badass.” She chuckles, shrugging her shoulders.
“What can I say? I’m just the coolest-” Suddenly, tire screeches could be heard for the outside, causing Robin and you to turn and face the speeding car. You see Eddie come out of the car in a rush, running into Family Video, seemingly out of breath. “Oh god.”
“Hey Y/N.” He meets you at the counter, holding your hands and rubbing his thumbs against your palm. Eddie knew that you liked it when he did that. Too bad he didn’t know that you don’t only hug and hold hands with your girlfriend. 
“Hey Eds, what’re you doing here?” 
“I came to rent out this zombie horror movie. Henderson cannot stop talking about it and I want to watch it!” Eddie rhythmically slaps his hands on the counter, clearly thrilled that he was going to watch a hit movie with Dustin. You smile at him, expecting an invitation…but none came. So you were left there with a smile on your face while Eddie’s begins to fall, wondering why you weren’t giving him the movie. “Y/N? The movie?”
“Oh, yeah. Um, what is it called?” Feeling a bit hurt at the lack of care for your presence to be there, Eddie seemed to not have picked up on it, but instead, lean over the counter to tell you the name of the movie. 
After giving it to him and checking it out, Eddie greets you a ‘goodbye’ with a tap of the hand and a wave. You can only sigh, looking at your boyfriend, drive away to a movie date with a thirteen-year-old. 
Hearing a hiss from your left, you look at Robin and Steve, who jump at your sudden attention on them. Robin then began to continue her task, while Steve was left there to stand awkwardly. 
“What?” They both look at you, then at each other, before Robin sighs and drops the movie from her hand to the cart. You raise your eyebrow, walking to where they were so the lot of you weren’t shouting across the store. “Is there something wrong?”
“Aren’t you and Eddie dating?” Robin asks, leaning on the shelf beside her. You nod slowly. She only cocks her head to the side, looking at Steve for support.
“It doesn’t look like it N/N.” Steve purses his lips together, putting his hands onto his hips and shaking his head. “It’s like he’s not even into you.”
“W-What?”
“Way to drop the bomb on her! What Steve is trying to say, Y/N is that…Eddie treats you like a friend. Like Gareth, or even Dustin.”
“It’s like he likes Dustin better.”
“Will you shut up dunceface!”
Oh.
“Y/N? You okay?”
You did confess first, and now that you remember it, Eddie only smiled and hugged you. He didn’t kiss you or anything…don’t they normally do at the end of a confession?
“Hey, don’t overthink this. Just think about it. He treats you like a friend, and I haven’t really seen him kiss you. It’s been months Y/N, I’ve kissed girls after an hour of our first date. I think you deserve better.” Steve mutters, facing your cowering figure. You can only look down at your feet, thinking about if Eddie even liked you like that in the first place. 
Did he? Or did he just feel pity for his best friend?
“I think I…I think I need to go.” 
“Y/N-”
“No! Uh-sorry, I want to go home. I feel like I’ve come down with a fever. Like hot, y’know?” You slowly step back, going to the back to clock out. Your manager definitely wouldn’t like this, but it’s okay. What’s one break compared to none?
Things happen when you overthink. And you tend to block out the outside world when doing so. 
You’ve come to accept it. Eddie did really only like you as a friend, the signs were clearly there. 
You don’t remember him ever treating you like how other boyfriends treat their girlfriends. The closest skinship you’ve ever gotten was hand-holding and cuddling. It was nothing compared to the kissing you would see in romance movies or read about in books. 
Sure, you shouldn’t compare your relationship to fiction. But they must’ve gotten their inspiration from somewhere, right?
Finally getting out of the shower, you brush over your skin, failing to hear the knocks on the front door. It wasn’t until you were driven out of your thoughts by the sound of repeating pounding. You felt a bit scared but ruled out the potential serial killer since you would think that they were more discreet. 
You throw on a random shirt and shorts, walk up to the door and pull it open. 
Eddie, mid-punch, nearly fell through the door, only holding himself up with your doorway. He groans, lifting up his head to meet your eyes and giving you a gentle smile. 
“Eddie, what are you doing here?” His smile drops at the sound of your negative tone. 
“Y/N! I came to see you. Why, do I need a reason to see my girlfriend?” 
Girlfriend? You could laugh. 
Instead, you just sigh, pulling him towards you by his shirt. Eddie surprised at your sudden actions, giggles a bit, excited at what you’ve just done.
“Eddie, I need to tell you something.”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“I think we should go back to being friends.”
Eddie, almost like a cartoon, completely stops moving. His shoulders visibly drop, a frown radiating throughout his face and clearly gracing his features with grief. 
“H-Huh? Why?” Exhaling heavily, you shake your head. Eddie wants to reach out to you, hug you, hold you close to him so you wouldn’t be able to walk away! But every time his hand reached out to even touch you, you simply moved. “Y/N? Don’t you like me?”
“Of course I do Eddie! I was the one who confessed first! It’s just…I think our feelings aren’t mutual, and we should remain as we once were. Best friends.”
“But the feeling is mutual!”
“Well, I can’t see it! You treat me like everybody else! To be honest, I think you treat me worse than Dustin!” Eddie shakes his head frustratingly. 
“What?! Why do you think that?”
“Eddie, please. Let’s not end on a bad note. This is what I want, and…as a best friend I think you should respect my decision.” Sadness begins to fill Eddie and he could feel a weight dropped onto his shoulders. 
He thought everything was fine. Why are you doing this?
“B-But…what about what I want?” You only shake your head, blinking your tears away while trying not to look at him. Eddie resembled a kicked puppy right now, and you really didn’t want to see that. Not after all the crying you’ve already done in the previous days. 
“Please Eddie.” He pauses, taking one last look at you before nodding his head. Eddie seemed to finally take the message, turning around and stalking his way to your front door. 
“Y/N? One last thing,” you spin to look at him, who seemed to have all the sadness washed away, but was now filled with determination, “I will get you back.”
“Harrington! You’ve got to help me, man, I don’t know what to do!” Eddie paces back and forth around Steve’s living room, hands ruffling up in his hair with frustration. Alongside the teenage boy sat Robin, who actually couldn’t believe that she brought herself into this situation. If anything, she should be beside you, comforting you. “She said we’re better off as friends, but I don’t want to be friends!”
“Well man, I think it’s what she wants then it’s what she wants-” Robin slaps Steve’s head, causing him to groan. 
“Steve! Eddie is obviously trying to save his relationship, why are you convincing him to leave it? You know Y/N wants nothing more than to be with Eddie.” 
“I know! She never stops talking about him!”
“She does?” Robin rolls her eyes at Eddie, whose smile begins to grow on his face again. She couldn’t believe him right now. Out of everything she said, that was the only part he really listened to. 
“Eddie, I think the big thing that made her even think about breaking up with you, is how you treat her.” Confused, Eddie shakes his head out of admiration for Y/N, who apparently couldn’t stop talking about him. Thinking about how he’s been acting towards you, Eddie honestly couldn’t see anything wrong, seeing as he just treats you like before. What else was he supposed to do? “Jesus Christ, I completely forgot that you’ve never been in a relationship or even watched a single teen flick in your life.”
“Of course, I haven’t! Why would I?”
“Steve?”
“What Robin is trying to say, Munson, as much as I wouldn’t want to help you, is that you are zero per cent, boyfriend material.” Eddie visibly deflates.
“That wasn’t-”
“You don’t treat Y/N like she’s your girl. If anything, you treat her like you would Dustin, Mike, and Lucas! Even though the both of you have never been in a relationship before, Y/N has seen movies with couples, so obviously, she would recognize the difference between a friendship and a relationship. And, you don’t even have a cute nickname for her! Only calling her Y/N, not even ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, like come on Eddie, if I was with Y/N, I would call her ‘love’-”
“Okay, that’s enough out of you dunceface. You were great on the front line for a minute.” 
Eddie sits pathetically down on the armchair. Has he really been treating you like a friend? He honestly thought that was how boyfriends would treat their girlfriends. 
Well, he has been skipping dates with you. But he thought that cuddling and spending time together in his trailer was better! And, he hasn’t really kissed you…even though he wants to. 
Eddie just doesn’t know when you would actually be ready. 
“Okay Eddie, I could see that you’re starting to overthink. How about, we watch a teen flick and you see how relationships are supposed to be? Would that help?”
As much as he wanted to decline, Eddie slowly nodded his head, accepting that, if he ever was to watch a teen flick, it would be for you. 
You could only sniffle to yourself, hugging your body pillow to your chest. A shirt that Eddie gave you that still smelled like him was actually worn by your pillow, which you didn’t think was weird. Not at all. 
You just missed him. A lot. 
Honestly, you didn’t think that you were going to break up with him. You didn’t mean to, it was just that the moment was starting to fill up in your brain, and you were thinking about it for a while. 
But you loved Eddie too much, even though he didn’t treat you like a girlfriend…you still loved having the label, knowing that he was yours and you were his. 
The thought of that made you cry more and pull the pillow closer.
Suddenly, soft music could be heard, making you look up around your room. The radio wasn’t on, and your record player was shut. So where was the music coming from? 
Then hearing a shuffle, you slowly get up from your bed and trudge over to the window. The sight was one for sore eyes, you could’ve never imagined this was one you would’ve ever seen in your entire life. 
From the years of being friends with Eddie, you knew he wasn’t a sweetheart. You knew he didn’t have an ounce of desire for teen romance in his Metallica-dedicated body. So the last thing you expected to see on this tear-filled night, was Eddie Munson holding a boombox under the window sill, playing…Elvis Presley’s ‘Love Me Tender’?
Eddie was nervous. He didn’t know if you were going to turn up, but one thing’s for sure, he knew you loved Elvis Presley. Don’t get him wrong, if he was to choose any other song in the books, ole’ man Presley would’ve never been an option. 
But ever since you were younger, you held this secret infatuation for the old rock singer. Owning different records, posters, and different memorabilia, Eddie promised to keep your little admiration completely confidential. However, if he wanted to get you to come out of your room and it all had to be done with one song?
Elvis Presley it was. 
You wanted to cry. 
Eddie, in all his beautiful stature, holding a boombox playing one of your favourite songs of all time was too overwhelming. Your emotions were already all over the place and this image that you were trying to keep in your mind was messing it all up already. 
You didn’t want Eddie to stand outside for too long. So instead, you walked down the stairs to greet him…it was really the least you could do. 
“Eddie-”
“Y/N- listen.” Eddie quickly, yet, gently, puts down the stereo, jogging up to you and attempting to make eye contact with you. You couldn’t even look at him. Until he gently takes hold of your chin to bring your face up to face him. “Hey there, sweetheart.”
Oh god. That was it. 
Instantly, tears sprung up in your eyes and you reach your hands to wipe them away. But before you could do so, Eddie quickly takes both of his hands and hold your face sweetly, brushing the tears away from your eyes. You were definitely not used to this sweet Eddie. 
“Eddie…this isn’t like you.”
“I know. But, I think me not knowing how to treat you was the very thing that broke us apart.” Whimpering, you held onto his arms holding your face. This moment was like the movies, and for some reason, you’re wondering if he did his own research. 
But right now, that’s the least of your concerns. 
“Listen, Y/N. I like you…probably more. And when you told me that you couldn’t distinguish whether or not you’re my friend or my girlfriend, I want to change that. I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you fall down at your terrible attempt at ice skating. And for you to think that I thought differently of you completely broke me. I’m sorry.” 
“Eddie…I’m sorry too. I didn’t-didn’t talk to you about it.” Eddie pulls you into a suffocating hug, but you didn’t care. His fingers softly brush on your back, prompting you to wrap your arms tighter around him. “I love you, Eddie.”
You could hear his breath hitch and pull away from you. Despite the sweet setting, you were scared. Maybe you were doing too much, Eddie only really did this because he wanted you back. 
“Y/N? Stop overthinking. I could see it. I love you too.”
Never mind, you and Eddie were going to be just fine. 
BONUS:
“Eddie, where did you learn all that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Holding a boombox under my window, calling me sweetheart? I know that’s not you Eddie.” His eyes shift to the side. You begin to laugh, knowing that the conclusion that you were hoping to reach was completely true. 
“Steve and Robin said to watch teen flicks.”
Now you couldn’t stop laughing.
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A piece inspired by some tags under one of my posts left by @stillangelxx (sorry 4 tag)
Explanation and very long Help Wanted 2 speculation rambles under cut
This rough piece can be taken as just your usual "save Cassie" AU, because it was kinda inspired by that- BUT it was made with some of the ideas left by Angel in mind, which were basically; What if Help Wanted 2 was split POV between Gregory n Nessa, and Cassie- where Cassie thinks she's the good guy and Gregory is the antagonist in her POV, only for it to be the complete opposite. It just,,, became way more disconnected from Help Wanted than it was supposed to- but it'll probably make more since if you read the thoughts I had to flesh out the idea, which are right below the line-
Honestly this whole piece was made as an excuse to ramble about the idea and my interpretation of how it could go as a (current)believer that HW2 is directly after Ruin, but then it got way too long to just add in a reblog- so now we're here with an original post instead!(hope that's alright,,!)
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Wrote all this at like 3am so cut me a little slack if some of it is incomprehensible- I tried cleaning it up but it's still late so I might not get some points across right
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Basic premise: Split POVs between 3 star fam and Cassie, where the 3 star fam has minigames much more grounded in reality as they venture through the ruined Pizzaplex in search of Cassie, while Cassie's minigames are much more VR/AR based as she finds herself wandering the underground of the Pizzaplex, just barely having made it out of the elevator crash alive, and now finding it hard to distinguish reality from VR/AR. -------
Gregory and Vanessa POV ideas
-Gregory and Vanessa's minigames are more Ruin based, little sections of them trying to survive the many threats of the ruined Pizzaplex. Though some fall into more classic Security Breach territory due to VR/AR shenanigans - -Their "Glitchtrap" is M.X.E.S, and their "tapes" are Parent Nodes. M.X.E.S is not a threat in the same way Glitchtrap was, just a looming figure trying to guide them down to the M.X.E.S room and getting stronger the more Parent Nodes they reactivate. - -Their POVs main hub and select screen area is probably a cam station near the entrance of the Pizzaplex - -We switch between playing as Nessa or Gregory depending on the level and the gameplay can switch up accordingly. Sometimes we're Vanessa trying to protect Gregory, sometimes we're Gregory trying to survive on his own, etc. Freddy might also affect gameplay, whether that be for the better like being the thing protecting us in the minigame, or for the worse- like somehow accidentally bringing more attention to us and making the minigame harder.
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Cassie's POV ideas
-Cassie's minigames are MUCH more VR/AR based, way more centered on the past games, specifically stuff like Sister Location and maybe Pizzeria Sim. - -She's having a hard time differentiating VR/AR from reality - -Her POVs main hub is probably either the room with the elevator or the Mimics lair where she first encounters him(speaking of which I have no clue where he went here but he's gone for now(physically at least)) - -Her "Glitchtrap" could be Gregory calling out to her, an illusion of him created by the VR world that's almost always there in the "main hub", while the voice is actually him- the echos of his calls just barely reaching her and repeating in her head, being embodied by the illusion of him creeping around in the "main hub". He's being genuine with a concerned tone asking where she is, but she thinks he's trying to trick her- probably back to finish her off after she survived the crash. - -Not sure what her "tapes" are… maybe things explaining patient 46/GGY/Rab that only further her thinking he's the antagonist? - -It's kind of hard to tell where Cassie is irl in the heavily VR/AR minigames, but if you look close enough in each level you can piece together where she is and how she's progressing through the undergrounds of the Pizzaplex
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The game has three endings; It ends with 3 star fam and Cassie meeting up in the M.X.E.S room, and branches from there.
We can see it from either POV depending on what POV we're in when activating the ending. 3 star fam enters M.X.E.S room and go to turn them back on, when Cassie ambushes them, jumping out of the Mimics lair and confronting them, starting a tussle with Gregory. There's no boss fight, just different outcomes to the confrontation depending on a few factors;
You 100% complete Gregory and Vanessa's POV and activate the ending before finishing Cassie's POV
You 100% complete Cassie's POV and activate the ending before finishing Gregory and Vanessa's POV
You 100% complete both POVs before activating the ending
Ending 1. Vanessa reactivates the M.X.E.S before something bad happens and M.X.E.S intervenes. Whatever "intervenes" means is up 2 you cause I can't decide - Ending 2. Cassie gets the upper hand(maybe literally if she has the Mimics severed hand as a weapon) and wins the fight. Again, whatever "wins the fight" means is up 2 you cause I can't decide - Ending 3. Gregory is somehow able to convince Cassie that he isn't the antagonist before something bad happens and they make up, turning the M.X.E.S back on and exiting the Pizzaplex
And honestly? I can't see any of these being canon- They're just kinda basic outcomes to the fight, but I can't imagine any of them being canon and where the next game would theoretically pick up from- Most likely it'd be something like "Gregory and Vanessa make it out almost unscathed, but aren't able to convince Cassie to come with them as she's still so stuck in the VR/AR world and the idea that Gregory is a bad guy, and she becomes the antagonist for the next game with this game being the build up to her next appearance and a deeper dive into her as an antagonist" That's what I think would make the most sense at least!
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ANYWAY!!! UHM-
If you're here then- thanks for reading my rambles!! Saw Angel's tags and immediately my brain started going crazy, and this was the result lmao
Don't really know what else to say other than credit to Angel for the initial idea, anybody else who's reading this should definitely go show them some love because her art is REALLY good!!!
Also hype 4 Pax West lets fucking GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Thanks for your response. I was the anon who ended the ask with 'the fandom can suck it'. When I saw that anon who you and twinanimatronics had assumed to be the one that keeps you know starting shit with you, I really hated that they labeled us as shipbrain or whatever they said. I am aroace who finds comfort in shipping characters and that doesn't make me any less aroace. Can't people like them just let us have this, let us share it and stop taping our mouths? God. We are not even hurting anyone. I posted a solarxmoon and solarxearth mini comic thing yesterday and behold, I believe that same anon found it and is looking adamantly through the solarxmoon and even solarxearth because I didn't use the tsams tag for my comic. I took the comic down fast and turned off anon messages so quick because God that anon was quick to leave nasty messages, six in total and that was panic attack inducing. I'm sorry for rambling about this. I don't know anyone else who got that same anon on their back. It looks like they are persistent for lack of better term and it annoys me+scares me. Can't even share things I like about here anymore. Hoping solarxmoon becomes canon so that anon can shut up already
If Solar Moon became canon, they don't even need to change anything.
The actors don't even need to pretend to kiss or be romanically involved at all.
It's literally as simple as "Oh yeah, we were dating for months, anyway..."
OH AND... FUCK THAT ANON. I know the user you are talking about, I think there's around two or three of them... and it seems like they're dead set on hunting down people who use that Solarmoon or Solar x Moon tag.
Going into popular users in the tsams fandom that I personally don't know... and spreading bad lies and rumors about me.
Like, they typically try to keep it as vague as possible, like "oh I am not talking about dana-chan-the-control-brain specifically....." but they often steal the exact wording and turn of phrase I use.
Cause I have an overly wordy way of talking on the internet.
I've always been this way since I was 15, so I feel my style of speaking is pretty overly wordy, rambly and long compared to most people just because I don't have a lot to share with my opinions with in real life. And I also misspell things a lot cus spellcheck has gotten worse since it became AI trained and it doesn't help my dyslexia.
But how sad is that? That someone is searching out the tag for a ship that they don't like, claim that "it's everywhere" and I'm "poisoning the fanbase" when I'm just.... here... playing with my own dolls, doing my own thing.... and not bothering anyone... Not even putting the ship in the tags publicly because I have Such respect and love for the silly little youtube show, who also plays with fnaf characters like they're dolls.
(just saying.. "bio-organic" and interdimensional travel did NOT come from fnaf I can tell you that much. )
And yeah, if they're really stumbling across Solarmoon or these ships on accident.......Blacklist the tags and move on? Don't come to my messages... Don't harass my friends...
And don't harass other people I DON'T EVEN KNOW because someone just said "hehe but what if they kissed" on the internet?
Like blocklist the tag, and move on.
I know the blocklisting tagging system sucks sometimes, so maybe it's picking up "Solar" like in that case? Just scroll super fast and don't look at it?
And yeah. You don't deserve those nasty messages sent your way at all!
Oh, and if you feel brave enough to reupload your art to tumblr and DM me, I will gladly reblog it here. <3
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labella-luna · 9 months
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steve harrington rambles
steve harrington x gn!reader
word count: 1,052 words
petname(s) used: (reader calls steve stevie), baby, honey, sweetheart 
tags(s): fluff, hurt n comfort 
prompt(s) used/ inspired by: 
“you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” 
calling the other a pet name for the first time 
navigating physical affection
(these prompts are from @/scealaiscoite ’s new relationship prompts list! all credits to them) 
warning(s): brief nod to his absent parents, brief mention of one night stands (however no sexual acts are explicitly mentioned/ described) (all of this is briefly mentioned in the intro, mainly part of my ramble before I write) possible ooc!steve (idk this is just how I see him lol)
a/n: hi again! so sorry this took so long to get out I had a busy week lol but this is my first time writing for steve, but he is very near n dear to my heart so I hope I can do him justice!! as always, lemme know if I need to add anything to the tags/ warnings and my inbox is always open! enjoy :D
comments n feedback welcome :)
currently unedited and proofread (I'll be back later to fix it!) 
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ever since I finished stranger things I always sit n think about how steve’s trauma has always been overlooked and how he never really got a chance to just live his life y’know?- yes I know season one was a thing but even then he wasn’t having a good time so hush. none of them have really had the chance to just be kids or young adults so I dunno, here’s if things were somewhat normal in Hawkins! (set post starcourt but pre vecna- when steve is working at family video) 
anyways here’s just a big post about my steve thoughts and little “headcanons” about his life with his partner!
I think despite everything he’s been through Steve still remains a doting, and hopeful lover. he’s been wronged before in his past, and still struggles with coming to terms with it on top up of everything else he’s dealt with. 
he’s sick of the one night stands, of being turned away when they inevitably fall through or he brings up wanting something more, putting his heart on his sleeve only for it to be thrown to the ground and stomped on when he’s turned down because they never wanted more- just a quick release before they left for college. it’s not like he ever got any affection or attention from his parents, and now from girls too? he’s starting to think he’s a lost cause at finding love...until he met you! (wow what a cheese fest that line is eh)
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you were so lovely to Steve, he’d never felt so cared for and heard- no one had ever put this much thought into their relationships with him..it almost seemed too good to be true. the relationship was still new, you were both still finding your way around each other navigating what was too soon and what was okay.
Steve had planned a date for the both of you- a simple lunch in the park to enjoy the nice weather before it left Hawkins and brought the chilly fall breeze in its place. there was a fair assortment of treats, sandwiches and fruits so you could have a bit of everything- he still wasn’t sure what you liked and disliked but he wanted to make sure you had a wide variety to choose from.  
he could tell you were nervous, the way you were shifting around on the blanket every so often a dead giveaway. “you okay? seem nervous” he asks gently, reaching over to stroke a thumb over the back of your hand to let you know he wasn’t criticizing you, brows furrowed in confusion. 
“yeah..I just uhm, I got you something n I'm worried it’s too soon to get you a gift but I know you mentioned it a while ago in passing” you shrug, reaching into the bag you brought to hide the wrapped gift “its nothing major...but it finally came out and I know you had your eye on it” you smile sheepishly, handing him the wrapped cassette tape. 
“no.. you didn’t!” he beams, excitedly tearing through the paper to get to the tape and shouting in glee when he sees the cover. “baby you shouldn’t have, oh my god this is amazing”. he’s too excited and touched by the fact that you would even remember he wanted it to realize that he called you baby, the petname slipping out in the midst of it all. 
he’s got this big cheesy grin when he looks back up at you, and only then does what he just said sink in “oh I uh- I didn’t..” “it’s okay!! it was nice...I don’t mind” you reassure him. the blush covering his cheeks deepens as he nods hesitantly, his grin only growing at the confirmation. 
he leans over and presses a kiss to your lips, once, twice, three times before pulling back to look at you “thank you honey...really, it means a lot” he mumbles, rubbing his thumb against the cover of the cassette fondly “wanna listen to it when we drive later?” 
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you were at Steve’s place for movie night- a little tradition you had started after 2 months together, where at least every every week or other week you would try to meet up for movie nights, setting up on the couch with a plethora of snacks on the coffee table. 
at first, his touch was always hesitant still unsure of what was okay considering you guys were still relatively new to your relationship. y’know, bumping your knees together, the casual arm behind the couch until he finally worked up the courage to just tuck you into his side to hold you close. 
nowadays though, you’re almost always laying on him or vice versa- sometimes he’ll fall asleep, tried after a long shift at the video store or catering the kids around to the arcade. in those moments you take the opportunity to really admire his features, taking in the little moles and freckles that line his cheeks. most of the time he’s fallen asleep because you started playing with his hair, running your hands gently through the wavy mess.
the movie on the screen was long forgotten- which was fine because it was one you both had seen many a time. this time you were the one who had fallen asleep on steve, the busy day wiping you out. he takes his time to admire the way your face settles so peacefully, running his hand gently up and down your back in a featherlight touch as to not wake you up. 
eventually (and unfortunately in Steve’s opinion) the movie comes to an end and he eventually has to wake you up, checking his watch to see how late it was. he’s gentle with his movements, pressing light kisses to your hair and down onto your cheek, whispering sweet nothings to wake you. 
“honey...movie’s over, you wanna wake up?” he’ll whisper, kissing your shoulder as you finally stir awake, apologizing for falling asleep to which he simply shakes his head “ ‘s okay...you had a long day” 
he lets you wake up, still holding you close as he ponders the question he’s been wanting to ask since you came over. 
“you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” he mumbles, albeit a bit shy and hesitant as you were yet to stay over and spend the night together. “you don’t have to- I just thought y’know since you’re already sleepy and...I dunno I just don’t want you to leave just yet” he admits, trying to ignore the red flush taking over his cheeks 
“I would love to Stevie... gonna have to borrow some clothes though” you mumble casually, leaning back down to lay on his chest a big grin taking over your cheeks as you hear his quiet ‘yes’ of excitement. 
“that’s more than okay sweetheart...definitely okay” he mumbles, nuzzling into the top of your head with a content sigh. 
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a/n: I suck at endings im so sorry but I hope you enjoyed! I love Steve a whole lot so this was very self indulgent lol 
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tagged by: @152glasslippers approximately 37 years ago to find hold, look, smile, free in my wips. thanks pal ♡
hold (a kastle after fic)
It’s actually the shortest time he’s spent in a hospital. There’s no red tape or guard at the door, and when Karen arrives, there are no handcuffs holding him back as he reaches for her. They end up releasing him with a splint on his wrist, and a perfunctory “Have a nice day, Mr. and Mrs. Castiglione” as they’re walking out together.
Karen’s quiet as she drives, but she squeezes him back when he takes hold of her hand, gently touching his jaw when he brings her palm up to his mouth.
It’s not until they’re home, and he sees their dinner untouched on the table, the broken stem of a wine glass on the counter where Karen must have been standing when she took the EMT’s call, that Frank realizes. How truly terrified she must have been that something had actually happened to him.
look (finding frank - a fic by foggy nelson)
The day after Frank Castle escapes from the hospital – again – Karen calls out sick from work.
And Foggy would bet his life savings that that is not a coincidence.
There’s no mention of Karen’s involvement in the papers or on the morning news. But Foggy’s not stupid, and the look on Matt’s face tells him he’s definitely not wrong about this.
smile (coffeeshop au)
“Karen,” comes that gravelly voice, as she’s perusing the glass case of pastries. “Small latte for Karen.”
He’s leaning his hands against the counter, grinning crookedly at her as she approaches. “Good morning.”
“Not until I get my coffee, it isn’t.” Karen returns his smile, feeling her mood lighten considerably.
He winces, looking sympathetic. “That kind of day already, huh?”
“Pretty much,” Karen affirms. “The kind that started at four in the morning when my roommate came home and almost set the place on fire.” She decides not to mention the blood—which there’d been more of than usual—or the broken window that she still needs to call the super about, or the fact that this was already the third time that week.
She and Matt are going to have a talk about this.
free (notting hill au)
He doesn’t see her in time, and she lets out a gasp as their bodies are colliding together. Frank’s coffee is spilling all over a familiar black coat, and the white blouse she has on underneath.
“Fuck,” says Frank. The light is hitting just right, and he can see through those sunglasses into her eyes as he looks up at her face. But he doesn’t have time to admire her features from this up close, because he’s just gotten coffee all over the rest of her.
“Fuck,” he utters again. “I’m – fuck.”
“You said that already,” she notes wryly, removing her sunglasses to get a better look at the damage. She reaches into her handbag, pulling out a handful of napkins. She gives him a few, and he realizes then that the coffee's all over him too, already soaking into his flannel.
“Thanks,” he says. “And – sorry about this.”
“I would’ve taken you more for a black coffee kind of guy,” she remarks, almost offhanded, as she pats herself down. He can’t get a read on her face anymore, but there’s a hint of a smile in her tone as she adds, “Goes with the whole hipster vibe.”
“That’s funny,” says Frank, very gravely. “Ma’am, if I’ve offended you that badly—”
“It’s Karen,” she says, and yes, she is definitely smiling now. “Please. Call me Karen.”
“Okay. Karen.” Frank feels a smile of his own start to form, and he rubs the back of his head, ducking his gaze for a moment. “If you, um. Need something to change into, my place is just a few blocks away. Or if you want to wait at the shop, I can bring something to you. Our bathroom’s on the smaller side, but Curt’s got one – the, uh, the coffee guy you go to every morning. We served together, so he and I go way back. Shit, he’ll probably throw in a latte for free, white rose art and all. For your trouble, you know, for having to deal with me all day.”
Frank’s rambling, and he knows it.
Karen tilts her head at him. “White roses, huh.”
“He – yeah.” Frank swallows. Shit. He might as well give her Curt’s number while he’s at it. How did he get so off track? Is he really this out of practice?
As if she’s read his mind, Karen raises an eyebrow and says, a little teasingly, “You must spill coffee on all of the girls.”
tagging: @carry-the-sky @heidiamalia @redbelles @heartonfirewrites @edourado @garglyswoof @darlingshane @onebatch2batch @the-restless-brook @myletternevercame @zushigirl to find break, dark, fall, regret
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CAN YOU DO ONE WHEN reader and Tom's (holland) sex tape gets leaked?
Actually really love this (wrote this in one night so sorry for any mistakes!)
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Tom Holland x Reader
Word Count: 980
Warnings: much impliedness, swearing
Beta Read: not a chance
“Shit darling,” Tom laughed as he rolled off of you. He tried catching his breath as he settled in next to you. You laughed as you tried to calm yourself as well. Tom had been away for almost a month doing press for his new movie. That meant late night phone calls and spotty facetimes, and not seeing one another. But yesterday was the day he came back to you. So naturally, you had reunion sex. The two of you had not taken a finger off the other since he walked through the front door last night.
You traced your fingers over his cheeks, counting his freckles, “I think that was the best we’ve ever done.” He nodded his head as he pulled you in for a kiss. His lips on you, the mixing of your salivas, you missed it. And you relished in it for as long as you could. He pulled your bare body into his, as his hand went into your hair. You moaned into it and tugged his hair, earning a low groan from him. He positioned himself so he was back on top of you.
You pulled away, “again?” you laughed.
“Always,” he kissed down your neck, “if you want. I just missed you so much, darling.”
You sighed happily, “get the camcorder.”
“Darling, do you want anything from the Thai place?”
“Just my usual,” you called out. Today was a quiet relaxing day at home. No work, no press, just you and Tom. The morning started with him holding you and cuddling in bed. Towards lunch he decided he wanted Thai food, so he called in your orders. He hung up the phone and put an arm around you as he sat down.
“They said it’ll be ready in 20 minutes,” he said into your hair. You smiled at the feeling of his lips on you. You thought about last night’s activities as he trailed his lips from your cheek to your shoulder. He was so loving towards you. He gave you attention like you were the only thing that mattered in his life.
You turned, facing him. “Tommy,” you murmured, “what movie do you want?”
He pulled away from your neck. “Movie?”
“Yes,” you laughed, “I’m pretty sore from last night so no sex right now.”
You watched as his face fell. “Did-did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s just we went all night, and you went pretty hard,” you smirked.
“Sweetheart,” he cradled your face in his hands, careful not to hurt you anymore. “I didn’t know I hurt you. I’m so sorry. I-I feel terrible-“
You kissed him to stop his rambling. You found it endearing that he cared so much about you, that even the tiniest scratch on you could have him worrying. “I’m okay,” you whispered.
He wrapped his arms around you and laid down on the couch, putting you almost on top of him. “Now I don’t want to let you go.”
You chuckled at him.
He was about to pull you in for another kiss when his phone buzzed.
“Who’s that?” You asked.
“Just Instagram. Probably tagged in someone’s story or post.”
“Mr. Popular,” you smiled. Not even five seconds after that, your Twitter notifications went off.
“Seems you are too,” he said.
“Huh, I got tagged too.”
Tom turned on the movie. “Let’s not worry about it. This is our day.”
About halfway into the movie the doorbell rang.
“Food’s here,” Tom said as he grabbed his wallet. He opened the front door and greeted the delivery man. “Thanks, mate.”
“You’re welcome, Mr.-“ the delivery man’s eyes went wide as soon as he saw it was Tom.
Tom looked at him curiously. “You okay?”
The delivery man handed him the bag of food. “Um, I don’t know if you know, but, um j-just check Twitter.” He walked back to his car without another word leaving Tom utterly confused as he shut the door.
“What happened?” You asked him.
“I greeted him, and he looked almost scared and told me to check Twitter.”
“Weird,” you said as you pulled out your phone. You were about to open the app when you got a call from Harry. “Hello?”
“Y/N!”
You held the phone away from your ear a bit. “Yeah, is everything alright?”
“No it certainly is not! You and Tom are trending on Twitter and not in a good way!”
Tom must’ve heard the conversation by Harry’s yelling because he pulled out his phone. His eyes grew the size of melons as he looked. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he yelled.
“I don’t understand,” you said to Harry, “what the hell is going on?”
Harry sighed. “There’s a video, and um, it’s a rather intimate one if you know what I mean.”
You immediately registered what he was referring to. The video. Last night. Oh no. “Harry, I got to go.”
“Get it under control!” He yelled before you hung up the phone. You opened Twitter and saw yours and Tom’s name trending. Both of your phones were blowing up. You scrolled through and saw it. There it was. The video only meant for your eyes of Tom thrusting in and out of you.
“What did you do?” You yelled at him.
He flailed his arms. “What do you mean me?”
“You’re the one who put the camcorder up!” You exclaimed as you reported more and more retweets of the video.
“I didn’t do anything- oh.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “I think this morning when I tried posting the video of Tessa, I accidentally hit the video.”
“How did it get on your phone in the first place?”
“I had to download the video to my phone and I hit our video. In my defense, they both started with black screens.”
“Thomas Stanley Holland!”
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floosies · 3 months
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Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
steve harrington x poc!fem reader
summary: always the babysitter, but has the father figure found the mother figure to help put up with the nonsense?
warnings/tags: friends to lovers, fluff, cursing, (p.s. despite mentions of s4, eddie is still alive here)
a/n: stevie deserves the world and if a fic is how to do that then so be it. merry xmas to my favorite golden boy ❤🎄☃️
tagging: @reidsbtch for the beautiful moodboard 🤍
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The holiday season in previous years for the Harrington's meant trips to Australia or Florida, anywhere else where there isn't midwestern cold air blowing around them. Steve would begrudginly string along, forgotten in a hotel room or given spending money and told to have fun in the resort.
It was 1990 now though, and at 23, he was spending this Christmas at his own place with his own traditions now. One of which was choosing a Christmas movie or show to watch as a group. Though his and Robin's place was considerably small they always made it work. This year however Home Alone had just come out and the plan had been to get tickets on a night everyone could make it.
Only scheduling was becoming hell, everyone had plans or work. The Wheelers were planning a family trip with the Byers, Eddie had gotten a new job with more hours so his uncle could have some more rest time, Robin and Vickie as well as Lucas and Max were planning family centered stuff, which left the always trustee Dustin to promise Steve he would go with him.
It was all he would talk about to her, how everyone else had basically ditched him and here he was again relying on Dustin to step in. She heard him intently as they shelved vhs tapes onto the tinsel topped displays, "how do you think I feel? This is my first Christmas away from home. Although I do enjoy being able to hear Wham singing and not my folks yelling over it." She quipped as he sighed, his eyes rolling, "at least your parents hung around for the holidays, I think mine are in Florida right now." She shrugged, "oh Steve lighten up tis the season and you have little Dustin to cheer you up." She further taunted him by throwing him one of the candy canes from their small tree they had on the check out counter.
She'd moved to Hawkins earlier in the year with the only goal of surviving on her own away from her previous situation. Within a month she was hired at the Family Video and met both Steve and Dustin in the middle of a heated debate about batteries and star wars. It was Dustin who vouched for her to join their friend group especially after seeing her homemade twilight zone pin and weird al cassette in her car. However he only ever regretted it when he got into trouble, because now he wouldn't hear the end of it from her and Steve.
Considering Dustin, he had come in before the store closed, ever thankful he ran into her first and not Steve. His face worried and guilt ridden, "what'd you do this time dusty? Am I going to have to talk to your mom again?" She joked as he mocked back, "that was so not cool, but no. It's about the movie night with Steve...I messed up." She was curious now but before she could ask what he meant, Steve had come up from the back of the store, "Henderson you better be ready to get all the snacks dude, we are going in heavy this year since-" catching a glimpse of Dustin's sour face he stopped his ramble, "do we need to talk to Higgins and your mom again?" Rolling his eyes he shook his head, "again totally uncalled for and embarrassing. You guys didn't need to be there" She quipped back "Then why are we on your emergency contact list?" He groaned, "whatever anyways no, that's not why i'm here. I'm sorry dude I royally screwed up my schedule -" "No. No. No! Not you too!" Steve cried out in frustration, "I literally had to beg Keith to give me Saturday night off." Dustin felt like shit about this, "I'll make it up to you I promise. It's just Suzie is coming down from Utah with the whole family and my mom has this whole dinner planned. I'll bring her by so you can meet her!"
She really felt bad for Steve now. He was genuinely hurt by now, it was written over his face. In the back of her mind she knew better but before she could regret it or overthink it, the words flew out of her mouth, "I'm free Saturday night if you still wanna go see that movie? I still haven't been to the theatre here so it would be cool to see the rest of Hawkins?" Steve looked at her about to decide whether to shoot down her kindness or ask if she's serious when Dustin speaks, "problem solved! Thanks so much! You guys'll have all the fun in the world. I got run." He started for the door with a 'merry holidays!' as he ran out and back into his mom's car.
Steve took his hands into his face with a loud sigh, "I was being serious Steve you literally said you did this every year, don't let the tradition fade out because those gremlins can't make it." He looked up at her, "well I guess it couldn't hurt." She smiled at him nudging his side with her shoulder, "see theres the holiday spirit. I'm going to start getting the store ready to close now though." He watched as she walked off to start turning off the window lights while thinking about how happy she seemed at his approval. He didn't want to read too much into but could it be that she might like him?
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What was she thinking? Sure he was cute but from what everybody had mentioned so far, he was some sort of big shot around the area. He did say yes though, but it was probably a pity yes, still she could always say it was some christmas kindness is all. That's what she told herself for the rest of the week, because deep down she wasn't sure what to make of him entirely.
He spent the rest of the week pestering himself with the notation, the very idea that maybe he had missed something entirely or he was so full of himself that he was misinterpreting the whole thing. Robin was tired of hearing the same ramblings at work and as he dropped her off at home, "don't be a dingus, dingus. She literally said she wanted to go with you, she even brought up having zero plans." He shrugged as he pulled up to Robin's house, "I mean what if she just feels bad for me?" "Oh I think we all feel bad for you." She said opening the car door, he rolled his eyes, "ha ha laugh it up." Slamming the car door behind her she looked back through the car window, "it's gonna be fine Steve."
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Saturday came by way too quickly for both of them. After multiple outfit changes and hair stylings they both found themselves waiting for the other. Well Steve found himself waiting in front of her apartment door with flowers in one hand and the other in his pocket where he was fidgeting with his car keys.
When the door opened and he saw her in a black mini skirt with sheer tights and a red knit sweater. She had clearly done something right based on the look he was giving her, "hey Steve those for me?" She asked pointing to the bouquet in his hand. He suddenly came to again, "yeah. Yes! I mean yeah, got these for you, I umm...I didn't want to come empty handed?" He was messing this up already, but in her head it was cute how nervous he seemed, She took them gently from his grasp, "well that was very kind of you. Now I feel bad I didn't get you a gift." She stepped back waving for him to enter. He shook his head, "no no, you tagging along to my misery parade is gift enough." This made her giggle, "c'mon it won't be that bad. Plus everyone is saying this movie is really good." He groaned out in frustration "yeah which was why it was so hard to get some damn tickets." She had placed the flowers on a coffee table behind her, "well lets get going then. Don't wanna miss those trailers." Before they could step out he stopped her, "think you need a coat first." Shit, there went the cool look she was going for, "oh yeah. One sec."
For two adults, they both seemed to come off like thirteen year olds, while they did enjoy the movie, they were sneaking glances at each other much than they were paying attention to kevin mcallister's boobytraps. Still they found themselves laughing at the mayhem the kid was making. She hadn't heard Steve ever really laugh like how he was laughing now and it made her smile, no wonder all the girls of Hawkins were into him. Which just made her that much more nervous. He had felt just as nervous since their hands had accidentally touched while trying to get popcorn at the same time.
The movie was great, as expected and they left the theatre in happier mood even arguing about which trap they could make while they walked around the town. It had happened gradually that their arms were linked together while he showed her around adding small stories here and there. Despite the cold and the dark of the night, it was still fairly early but Hawkins was small enough that all the nice scenery could be seen in a half hour or so. They headed back to his car when he suggested the idea of food, "we could get some burgers or a pizza." She perked up at the idea of spending more time with him, "I just got this new christmas record and a new tin of hot cocoa mix?" He smiled at the idea, "take out?" She nodded.
They got the food and headed to her place. The conservation continuing on about both the movie and the stories he'd told her. It'd been a while since he'd felt this comfortable with someone. Maybe it was the hot chocolate or her very decorated home, but he felt good around her. She felt the same way though, he hadn't made her feel the need to keep her guard up. Into their second mug of cocoa she quipped, "you know, you sure do know how to show a girl a good time." He let out a breathy laugh, "I sure hope so. I was worried I was going to bore you to death. By the way you looked great tonight." Her eyes widened in a playful manner, "is that so? Well so did you, that sweater is pretty cute." He smiled at her, his eyes linger onto hers.
The moment grew while the christmas music played in the background, her hand reaching for his as they sat on her couch. His hand also inched closer towards hers, in a soft voice she spoke up "so...christmas tradition saved?" Matching her tone Steve replied, "oh totally, in fact made even better." There it was again, the laugh he was growing to love more and more. They looked at each other a bit more, his thumb rubbing circles over her top of her hand, in the same hushed tone he mustered up the courage to ask, "am I reading this moment right?" She simply nodded, he leaned in closer towards her "got any mistletoe in here?" With a small shake of the head she spoke, "oh I don't think we need that now." Closing the gap their lips met into a tender kiss they didn't pull away from for a while.
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hi sorry just speaking up on account of fun personal knowledge regarding the ask sayinng ypu should get a typewriter and your tags on said post . my personal favorite beginner level typewriters are smith-coronas, theyre user-friendly and relatively easy to maintain in my eyes. id honestly recommend looking for an electric rather than a manual for your first typewriter - its very different from writing on a modern day computer keyboard, and electrics do a relatively good job of easing you in . the keyboards are more similar to your blocky, 90s-tech keyboards you see out in the wild . my first electric was a smith-corona coronet super12 and honestly its one of the best typewriters i own; the quality is stellar, shes comfortable with me, she actually Likes Being Typed on .
manual typewriters are beasts. theyre often angry if you are not the owner theyve always known (speaking of this - a good place to look for typewriters are estate sales . usually you're lookjng at 20-50usd for a functional typewriter at an estate sale, compared to 100+ at an antique shop or online). but yes manual typewriters are angry creatures . they fight you on everything. my first manual was a hermes3000 in a light powder blue and honestly this typewriter does not like me i think. most typewriters you find out in the wild are going to need a little work - new ribbon, a nice deep clean - but will be relatively functional (esp, again, at estate sales. ppl dont usually keep broken shit). manuals are fussy and will probably want a little more out of you . my hermes needs a full realignment and more than a few of the keys stick . not optimal for your first typewriter .
most importantly - and something they dont tell you when you first start using typewriters, cough - manuals take A LOT OF FORCE TO PRESS THE KEYS. more than you are expecting. it is not like your hp or your mac or dell or alienware or whatever - you have to WORK to type on a manual. i was typing with just my index fingers for the first few months i owned my hermes because i physically couldn't 1) get a feel for the keyboard and 2) press down on the keys comfortably with my other fingers. it hurt after a little while .
that being said, owning a manual is an extremely fun little knickknack to show off. double points if its functional and you actually put it to some use . typewriters are one of those things that get better the more you use them ; you kind of have to break them in, and more use means theyre easier to work with. electrics are similar but are often more forgiving . all this to say that a manual is worth it if youre willing to make the commitment. theyre fun to use . make you feel like a 1940s office worker .
as far as actually writing goes, all manuals and early electrics are not going to have any sort of backspace functionality. honestly i think its rlly helped with being deliberate about what words im using. you can get correction tape (obviously) but it feels a little bit different . i think it helps with just getting ideas onto paper concisely .
no matter what kind of typewriter you get (if any at all) the most important thing is going to be the user manual, whether you actually have the original paper copy or a scanned version youve found online. understanding your typewriter is like reading a recipe. its important to know what each button does and how to use it . if you grew up learning typing on a computer you do not know how to use a typewriter ; youll be able to type but probably not much more . instructions are your best friend . your typewriter is an animal .
typewriters need a little more love in the world . i highly recommend looking around at garage sales, estate sales, thrift stores if youre interested in owning or using one, theyre honestly such an efficient and modernly-under-appreciated piece of technology that really revolutionized the world . thanks for allowing me to ramble i hope this isnt too unwanted
oh this is so informational thank you!! I know next to nothing about typewriters except what they look like and that they make the nice clicky noises. I don't know if I'll ever get one, but if I do it's not gonna be for a few years just because money + I'd wanna set that up and have a nice space for it once I'm living in my own place, and atm I'm still in the 'post college graduate living with parents' phase of my life.
that's really good to know about electric vs manual typewriters though!! I'd probably get an electric for my first one because I rely so heavily on my typing speed. typing stuff on my laptop is muscle memory at this point so I'd be very annoyed if my typing was super heavily impaired on a typewriter. I do know the manual ones take a lot more effort to push down. I've encountered them at antique stores before and have tried to type a tiny bit and it's definitely a challenge
this wasn't unwanted at all it was super helpful!! I love the way you talk about typewriters too. I can definitely imagine that manual ones are like beasts you have to figure out how to work with lol. I'm gonna be saving this as a reference note for if I eventually start looking into getting one for myself
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findafight · 1 year
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#jim is down for it and afterwards goes 'that was wild. when can we do it like that again?' and spock is like 'in seven years' jim goes oh🥺
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Middle-aged rockstar Eddie on twitter is so funny to me he'll have very professional tweets about tours or releases etc and promote causes he supports but then he'll be a little chaos gremlin like
"the first time Steve and I actually met I held a broken bottle to his neck. Think that awakened something in him. 😈"
And Steve replies
"Robin told me I sucked on a daily basis, Jonathan punched me in the face, two weeks after Nancy pointed a gun at me I told her I loved her. You ain't special"
And Eddie replies an hour later with
"WAIT A SECOND STEVE DID YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON JONATHAN"
While his followers and fans are like...what is going on and who is Jonathan. Why is Eddie Munson airing his relationship drama on twitter dot com. WHY DID HE HOLD A BROKEN BOTTLE TO STEVE'S NECK
2,113 notes - Posted November 5, 2022
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I am a hardline Steve is a "boring queer" truther. Yes he's bi and genderqueer!! Does he change pronouns? Nope! It's easier to use he/him and he doesn't care. Does he wear anything other than high waisted mom jeans and sweatshirts? Absolutely not. Just because gender means next to nothing to him both for himself and in regards to attraction doesn't mean he's going out of his way to do anything about it. He knows he looks like Just Some Jock but he's comfy!! His ass looks good! What more is there to clothes than that!
He goes to bed at ten and wakes up at six-thirty for a run before work. His favourite show is M*A*S*H. The most outlandish thing he's done besides Monster Killing is name his rescue cat WoodChipper because it kept trying to eat his porch.
3,596 notes - Posted August 30, 2022
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Steve shows up to work one day with a baby bjorn complete with sleeping baby on his chest and Robin is like Steve....what the fuck?
And Steve says "I would've called you last night but she'd only stop crying when I held her and my parents were fighting, obviously, and I had to figure out how to make her bottle then I fell asleep with her on top of me and I think my dad legitimately forgot about us even though this is his fault, and there's no one to take care of her so I had to bring her. Sorry."
That is a lot and answers very few of Robin's questions.
"who...is she?"
Steve brightens and smiles down at the baby who's tiny baby fist is scrunched up in his work vest. "Oh! My half sister. Her mom works for one of my dad's business partners and brought her to my parents while they were away last week so they came home, mostly to dump her off on a nanny they forgot to hire--hence my baby holder here--and fight. Turns out dad cheating is easier to ignore when there isn't actual proof of it."
"oh. Woah."
"yeah. Anyways, ready to rewind some tapes?"
So they start work Steve logging returns into the computer and cupping the baby whose name I don't know yet's head. Then the little baby wakes up, making little baby noises, and Robin is not one for babies really, but Steve coos and picks her hand off his chest and waves it at Robin.
"see, that's your auntie Robin! Say hiii auntie Robin!"
The baby chews her tongue at Robin and blows a spit bubble.
And how is Robin supposed to not be charmed by that?
"awww," she says, letting the baby grab her finger, "yeah, I'm your auntie Robin. Your big brother's gonna take care of you so good huh? You'll know your way around retail in no time."
Steve giggles.
It is then that The Gremlins decide to show up and Cause Noise. Baby sister starts to cry and Steve takes her to the back to get her to calm down and change her, comes out (ignores the party's questions. Giving them Ultimate Mom Pose with Bonus Effect of Baby) hands her to Robin who is a little nervous but she will not let her new niece (?) Down, and goes back to find and heat up a bottle.
Eddie, who drove the gremlins and was looking for something in his van comes in, sees Robin holding the baby and is like huh? What's this?
And then Steve comes out with a bottle and a baby blanket over his shoulder, reaches for the baby from Robin and tries to get her to latch on the bottle with quiet words and gentle hands and Eddie is not okay he's not fine he's having a melt down because Steve with the kids is one thing but Steve with a Baby is something very different and he should not be expected to keep it together seeing this
Part 2.
Part 3
5,784 notes - Posted October 23, 2022
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Rockstar Eddie au in the 90's and there's rumours he is ~homosexual~ right. So the whole band is in an interview, and the journalist asks
"so, Eddie, what do you have to say about those rumours ?"
"what rumours" (he knows exactly what rumours)
"the rumours about you having slept with a number of men. About being, ah, gay? Seeing as you've never had a public relationship with a woman, and some of the songs you've written could be seen as, ah, insinuating things."
(at this point Jeff and Gareth make Significant Eye Contact. They know what's about to happen.)
Eddie nods. "Ahhh. THOSE rumours. Well, gotta say, don't believe everything you hear!" He pauses just enough for the interviewer to open their mouth and interrupts. "I mean," he leans forward with a wide grin, "obviously I am a flaming queer. We know this. [Insert song title here] is clearly about gay sex, duh, I'm not exactly a subtle man. It's the sleeping around stuff that's just plain rumour. I've been happily in a committed monogamous relationship since '86!"
this is obviously not how the interviewer thought any of this would go. They are scrambling. "O-oh? Would you like to... Elaborate on that?"
Gareth speaks under his breath "oh no, now he's not gonna stop" as he looks to the ceiling. Jeff's face is valiantly trying to not smile.
Eddie is vibrating. "Oh absolutely! Okay, so we're from this Podunk Indiana town in buttfuck nowhere, right? Steve and I met when-"
"Eddie please, man. I can't believe you held out this long but we have an album to promote and if you start gushing about Steve we'll be here forever. Please, Eddie." Says Jeff, smiling.
Eddie proceeds to pout as his bandmates ignore his grumbling about never getting to talk about Steve and Jeff and Gareth are like Eddie you waxed poetic about his chest hair in song literally five minutes before this interview. PLEASE let us talk about music I'm sure people will clamour to get an interview exclusively about Steve. You'll have time to talk about him to the press just let us have One Last Interview that isn't just Eddie Talking About Steve Time. Please.
9,948 notes - Posted October 5, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
When someone comes out Steve's immediate gut reaction is to drag their taste in romantic prospects. Robin rejected him and came out and he went full "okay fine but please like BETTER girls oh my god" like the Mean Girl he is. God bless.
When Will blurts that he's in love with Mike (which... Yeah Steve knew that one.) Steve goes "okay there's nothing wrong with liking boys but why wheeler?? You can do so much better Will. Seriously. Literally anyone else." And will is just ?????? He just said he liked boys and Steve's biggest issue is that it's Mike?! "Mike is being a jerk!! He's ignoring you!! Dump his ass, Will!" Most confusing acceptance ever.
Eddie confesses to Steve and the man blinks at him like "but...I'm a prep?? And bitchy? And have had, like, five concussions?"
And Eddie is like "what the fuck are you talking about"
"I'm just saying I doubt I'm your usual type! Obviously I like you back but you could probably do better"
"Steve are you saying my feelings are reciprocated while also being self deprecating n order to insult my taste in men?"
"oh. Yeah. Oops."
Lucas and max come out without specifying crushes (except on each other) so there is no need to drag them for their taste in men or women.
Dustin is like "I literally only like Suzie" and Steve is like "I know this and I love you (and her)" BC Suzie is amazing and helped save the world too. And grey ro/ace Dustin.
The only person whose taste he doesn't criticize is Mike and that's because when he says he's in love with will Steve just goes "he's too good for you" and nothing else.
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Thank you @martsonmars​ for another early tag. 
The @co-wipadoption​ is almost there and I had the horrid realisation that I still need to create a summary. Don’t you love it when your fic is complete and then you realise that there’s more than the story? Ah well, I will live. In the meantime, have a little snippet:
We’ve gone to the next step. We’re video calling!
It’s morning in San Diego and evening in London. I’m doing my nails, again. Despite our new comradery, Penelope and I will never get manicures together, but she doesn’t mind that my hand is drying under my UV Led light.
She’s still Penelope, so of course she says: “There’s probably a spell for that.”
“Probably,” I say and I look at my wand that’s lying on the table. Then I shrug. “I like doing this Normally. I can use magic for other things.”
I have some more, but since I also have a lot to say, I’ll put it under the cut.
I do have a little snippet from Ebb and Flow, which is good, because in the past week I barely wrote anything for it and I have no clue where this dip came from. I wrote this snippet a few weeks ago, so 🤷‍♀️:
Connection error.
The game ends and Blaine’s back in the lobby. Kurt starts cursing. Did he also get kicked out? Usually when a player gets kicked out due to bad connection, the remaining players continue the match.
He can’t fully process that he just got kicked out, because there’s some unexpected noise coming from the other side of the wall. Mr. 21 is angry about something. Blaine cannot make out what he’s saying, since Kurt’s cursing is ringing through his headphones, but he doesn’t sound happy.
“Hang on,” Blaine says. He gets out of his chair and he bonks on the wall. He yells: “Everything alright?”
“What was that bonking?” Kurt asks, “Did that come from me or from you?”
“From me,” Blaine answers, “My neighbour sounds upset about something.”
“You sure? I think my neighbour just got mad at me for cursing.”
Kurt remains silent so that Blaine can listen for an answer from Mr. 21, but it doesn’t come. He shrugs and walks back to his monitor.
“Never mind then.”
Ah, the irony of the besties online, worsties offline. As @blurglesmurfklaine​ said, I’m a slut for that irony.
I have no clue why I suddenly can’t write for this fic, and since we’re this close to the end, that makes it suck even more. End, as in the end of the event (posting starts in 4 days 🤯), but also end, as in the end of the fic. I have the story beats in my head. They’ve been there for a while. But for some reason, I cannot seem to put it on paper. It is, as you can imagine, terribly frustrating. I’m now thinking about changing my game plan. I usually don’t write in order, so I hope to start on another part of the end today, so that I can get my creative juices flowing.
My creative juices (this is a Myosotis reference, I’m sorry for the no-context) are flowing for the other part of the Bang, though! I finally (finally!) started the art. I put the sketch lines and the more hard lines down on Monday.
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And just this morning, I started the colouring. I planned on doing a watercolour background and a gouache foreground, but I realised I actually liked doing watercolours (it’s been a while), so I might do the full thing in watercolour. (Also, my gouache palette needs... a shower, so maybe it’s easier to do all watercolour.) Since gouache is opaque, and watercolour isn’t, I do have to get rid of the sketchlines first.
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Might also try to fix the caulifower effect on that tree, though. The somewhat-cringe tape does lead to easy cauliflowers at edges. Ah well. (Oh, and I gave Blaine some glasses.)
Thanks for letting me ramble. Have some tags.
Tagging @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor​ @redheadgleek @urban-sith @mostlymaudlin​ @captain-aralias​ @dragoneggo @otherworldsivelivedin @bookish-bogwitch​ @caramelcoffeeaddict @thnxforknowingme @sillyunicorn @ivelovedhimthroughworse​ @wellbelesbian​ @cutestkilla​ @urban-sith​ @excalisbury​ @facewithoutheart​ @takitalks​ @bazzybelle​ @tea-brigade
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braywashed · 1 year
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plz ignore me this is holiday bravier rambling
it’s not written out well or formatted properly it started as like TWO PARAGRAPHS AND JUST ENDED UP A WHOLE THING AND I’M NOT CLEANING IT UP.
*flips a table*
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they do their yearly gift exchange. but it’s more stilted than ever before. real, real awkward in fact. in a ‘they just sort of meet half way in the living room, standing there, face to face, holding boxes and shoving them forward’ kind of way. with a buzz in the air that screamed big ‘neither of us know what the hell this is right now, but we’re supposed to be doing this, maybe’ vibes.
x gives b a decent sized box. it’s wrapped in obnoxious gold paper with multicolored poinsettias and a mish mash of three bows. a gift card holder was taped almost hidden beneath them.
the card itself is to some online body jewelry shop he’d found. he was just gonna get him a septum ring, but he had a couple already, and he wasn’t sure what else he was in the market for. shoved in behind it was a folded coupon for buy-one-get-one half gallons of ice cream. so he could, again, just... pick out whatever he wanted. (it was going to be salted caramel fudge bourbon and vanilla cookie dough/m&m non copyright mcflurry whatever they called it... or just two of the latter. b was predictable, in some ways.) not exactly exciting stuff, but it was the thought that counted... right?
in the box itself, under the mountain of crinkled black tissue paper, there’s a pile of laminated comics and a beat up graphic novel. all stuff he explains, sure, might not really be his thing, but apparently they’re all random one shots that revolve around either obscure religious plots. or, just REALLY REALLY brutally offensive takes on christianity. the most poorly written edgelordery of crusades. stuff that’s probably been banned from half the shops in a half dozen countries. because he needs a laugh, or twelve.
he used to get him old bibles, but couldn’t find one this year. it felt grossly symbolic in ways he didn’t want to think about.
b gives x two small boxes stacked together. the top is no bigger than his palm. the paper looks hand pressed and old, and stained faintly with tea, with a ribbon made of stems. the bottom is a little bigger, and just a cheap white box without even a piece of tape.
he opens the top, and he’s not sure what hits him first. it smells, very distinctly, like him. but him at the compound. when it was sundown and sweaty and the flowers were sweet and blooming and they maybe got a little too frisky by the river. and then there was the.... the uh.... well. it was his hair. it was undoubtedly a chopped off piece of white dread. half bleached. spiraled up. he almost gags.
“is this.... erm. is this your hair?”
“yeah! yeah... yeah. no, sorry, that was a weird gift. i’m sorry. i can get you something, like an actual...”
“no. no. it’s cool. it’s.............. why?”
“well... you know, sometimes.... i’m not always here, and sometimes you might want me... here. for some reason. and i don’t always pick up on stuff like i used to these days so i just thought you know, maybe, like, to channel... or somethin’...................... i got no idea. i’m sorry.”
he’s sure there’s probably something actually to that, and that makes it weirdly thoughtful, in a what the fuck kind of way. so he smiles and reaches for the second one. b is already gesturing and trying to form an excuse that’s not quite making it out of mouth.
it’s a cat collar tag. a little silver heart with a rhinestone in it that says “Bonks.”
the world must be ending if the “beast” got a nicer gift than him. well. sorta.
“i was gonna wrap it but then i just.... decided i didn’t want to anymore.”
x laughs, because it’s funny how that works.
he tells him he should’ve given it to her himself, but he says he didn’t want to get frustrated trying to put it on and end up throwing her out a window or kicking her across the room. so x says he’ll help, just in case.
he keeps not so subtly peeking to see which dread got chopped short while they wrangle her, and b mumbles he did it awhile ago, when he wasn’t sure if he was staying. or if x would want him to stay. just never had the balls to go through with it.
x isn’t entirely sure if he should have. stayed, that is. for his own sake.
but he’s glad he didn’t leave, he tells him. even if it wasn’t the same. 
for whatever that was worth.
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That's 1,224 more posts than 2021!
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#disco elysium - 504 posts
#fanart - 276 posts
#harry du bois - 243 posts
#art - 236 posts
#text - 220 posts
#kim kitsuragi - 186 posts
#inspiration - 115 posts
#capitalism - 86 posts
#news - 72 posts
#mood - 65 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#remember when in the sea fortress he'll scold harry saying he told him not to turn on the music even tho he didn't? what an ass lmao love it
My Top Posts in 2022:
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#4
Perception, composure!
Oh, thanks for asking! Always happy to ramble about that game. I'm going to put it under a read more, because I'm looking at it and it's a bit long haha.
perception: what (quote, character, moment) made you feel most Seen?
My God, there are so many... Let's start with moments. Eastern european fans of the game often mention how they never felt like they ever had true representation in media until they played that game. I'm not eastern european at all, but I feel the same. I'm from a third world country and there is something about Martinaise, well Revachol in general, that feels like home. It's the little things, like seeing old men playing pétanque outside (something I literally saw all the time growing up, pétanque is one of our national sports and one of the few where my country has won international competitions lmao), buildings that no one care if you break into, or the fact that nothing really gets cleaned up so people just learn to live in rumbles, or that quiet feeling that you don't really matter. Idk, I guess I just know what it feels like to live in a country that is governed by a foreign power, a country that will never matter much on the international scale. History is being made by important, larger-than-life people and you're not one of them. A soft feeling of nihilism that other people find sad but you are just used to it. That's life! It isn't so bad.
This goes for the characters, too. Almost all of them hits a chord in me. I could write a fucking essay about what Harry means to me. Same goes for Kim (his aloofness, the way he takes care of saying as little as possible about himself, his difficulties to connect with people or with emotional matters, ... aaaaaaaaa). But honestly, even the NPCs are just... god fucking dammit. I know them! I see myself in them, and even if I don't, I see people I know in them! Klaasje reminds me of a girl I deeply care about (but had to ultimately stay away from), the Hardie boys talk and act like the guys I went to high school with, my childhood bestfriend can be bitchy with everyone just like Cindy (she is also an artist practicing in vandalism)... They are all so fucking human! None of them are really good, but none of them are completely bad either. They are humanly imperfect, the rising ape meeting the falling angel.
As for the quote... Again, so many speak to me (I always get chills when I talk with the Deserter, for example). But I will just leave this one, since it is one that made me feel seen, and this is what this ask is about. It's a dialogue Harry can have with Adele about her tape recorder:
"I'm sorry you have to sit here on the ice with the drugs wearing off. At your age -- or at any age -- in this weather... waiting for it to get dark. [...] The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side. (Tap on the tape recorder.) It is not a childish fantasy. It can be a real weapon against what's coming for you now." "What is…?" Her shoulders shake a little. "Nothing, if you got this. Don't be scared."
I guess Disco Elysium is my own little tape recorder now :)
composure: would you rather sit on an anthill for an hour or stand in a river of leeches?
Probably the anthill. Most ants are chill, they would just come out from another hole in the ground. Also, I find them cool. I wouldn't mind having them crawl all over my body. Leeches, on the other hand, WILL suck your blood and I hear they are hard to remove. Such an interesting question, but I wonder why it's in a DE ask game haha
6 notes - Posted November 4, 2022
#3
Encyclopedia, Interfacing?
Hey, thanks for asking! Wasn't expecting an ask so soon, haha
encyclopedia: what’s your favourite niche piece of lore?
There are so many tidbits of lore that just get off-handedly mentioned and then you don't get to know more about them... If I had to choose one, it would be Ubi Sunt? Just the name is funny to me, but also to know that there is an island that is just floating in and off the pale... makes me insane. What does it look like? People live there, how are their lives impacted by their close proximity to the pale? I'm fascinated by Elysium in general tbh.
interfacing: what’s your favourite aspect of the game mechanics?
Definitely the skills. I love how much they impact the game, both in a good and a bad way. On my second playthrough, I could really feel the absence of the skills I had in my first one. I'd rather have a skill failure than no skill check at all. It feels weird when they don't chime in. Also I love them and their little personalities. I never want them to shut up. I'm considering making a playthrough where I cheat and get all the skills at level 6 so I could have them argue non-stop in Harry's head.
6 notes - Posted October 27, 2022
#2
I am legit heartbroken over this news... They put their heart into this, they created something so good, so sincere, and it was stolen from them.
I am thankful that this game was made at all, that at least this little miracle exists and will never stop existing. But I’m also so upset, so mad to once again witness talent and passion getting crushed under the heel of capitalism.
I will still look forward and give support to whatever projects they make next. I wish them all the best. And I’ll try to stay inspired by their work and keep creating myself.
11 notes - Posted October 1, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
“I see the capital making statements and thus I am compelled to make statements in turn, which gives me a wonderful opportunity to discuss the story, the ‘making of’ of the game, the characters and destiny central to it in a more sombre manner than may be customary for the industry.
[...]
In short, Robert was fired from the company whose heart and seed he was due to claims of ‘creating a toxic workplace environment’. Having worked at the company remotely in the summer of 2021 I can say things were truly not all right at the company, but I would say it is much more plausible that the toxic environment was created instead by the upper management and blamed on Robert. I have seen a similar situation before. The idealist workaholic does not pay attention to people’s psychological needs as the conspirator does and thus he will at most times be outplayed.
[...]
What happened to Robert was what happens to most talented people that get any recognition in our age — he got manipulated by psychopaths. And the people that have been railed up against him and his entourage, they have also been manipulated by psychopaths so it doesn’t really make anything much better if we get mad at them. Robert trusted people that got him fired completely before they got him fired. He thought they are his friends. This is a major ‘red check failure’ really. 
[...]
To end on a more positive note, Robert said some months ago that he is confident about one day writing Elysium again. I would take him at his word. Many have also asked me how they could contribute. There are two main resources any person has, which are time and attention, and any ‘Disco fan’ has already chosen to give them to the game and its creators, the situation around the game. Be confident that you will do what needs to be done when you see it.
Revachol forever.
The full article is very interesting to read, I just tried to highlight the most “important” information, but really the whole post is worth a read.
Also Kaur Kender and Tõnis Haavel are directly mentioned by name.
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you’re accidentally convincing me to watch cm again. which is a problem. because then i’m going to end up talking with my mom about that show. again. because she also watched it and grew up military with a father at the pentagon for a few years and knows a lot about psychology so she’s a good resource on that shows accuracy which should be awesome you know????? but that means we’ll end up spending hours discussing it which means i’ll get really invested in it again and i don’t have the emotional capacity for that rn
listen, i cannot speak to whether or not the emotional capacity would be worth it, since i'm only in the 9th season (and am weirdly already kinda sad there's only less than seven seasons (of jj) left).
but that sounds like a lot of cool info from your mom, though. like i can only imagine how very very not realistic everything they do on the show is. i think they get things accidentally right sometimes, but from the experience i've had w/ various things...it's really not...
BUT that's part of the whimsy of the show that works. Honestly, this show is essentially a 'superhero' show, just without the typical powers.
(that's not to say that i don't believe that there are groups of specialized teams going about doing things. i'm aware that there are. but like...there's a lot of red tape and things of that nature that dont exist in cm'verse because that'd just slow things down on the show LOL forensic analysis alone... medical examiner findings alone... but it's a procedural show and those things usually get the magical treatment anyway)
the psychology stuff is also interesting, i definitely think that the show has gotten better in the seasons at providing the reasons, and being a bit more open minded about potential unsubs and reasons why. i especially like the ones where they realize they were wrong and one piece of information changes the whole take on the situation. really nice thing to examine, how much the littlest things could impact the psyche etc. and because it's a group doing it instead of a single individual, it's easier to understand the logic.
like reid could've easily been put into that 'sherlock-esque' trap. sherlock / lie to me...where you've got a genius who can read people and it makes them come off as arrogant etc. but reid is the ultimate sweetie, and it's partly because of how much the team cares about him and wants to help him grow.
anyway, i'm rambling... sorry not sorry i guess. lol but like if you've got a good relationship with your mom, then there's nothing wrong with diving in and enjoying those deep dives into a show. ;)
and you've already seen it, so you could skip all the yukky bits if needed. ijs.
but also also you know your own capacity, so do make sure you prioritize yourself. and if you know this aint the time, then please don't give in or whatever. feel free to blacklist my tags. i'm doing better to use common tags for less trouble for others. <3
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ENTROPY | LEE TAEYONG
genre: smut
author: SIN!
word count: 3,5k
warnings: stripper!taeyong, stripper!reader, voyeurism, edging, sex!tapes, lots and lots of smut related tags ig
One of Taeyongs big paying customers wants to see something a little more extra tonight and Taeyong appoints you as his partner. The only problem is both of you want to do way more than the customers intended to pay for.
a/n: this is pure filth, I’ve lost my damn mind. Sorry @ God (I also didn’t proofread yet so if there’s mistakes sorry.)
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You stepped foot into Entropy, the club where you worked as an exotic dancer for a few months now. This wasn’t an ordinary grungy strip club where grimy men hung out, this club was the highlight of the elite nightlife area.
Club Entropy was a place where classy businessmen and women hung out to close their deals. There were supermodels from all around the world flying in just to do shoots in the club’s infamous mirror room. Just like the guests, the club's chef, bartenders, and especially the dancers were all world class. Now just because it was classy, it didn’t mean there was no nudity or provocative visuals all around, in fact you were pretty certain Entropy had more nudity and shock value than a usual strip club.
“I swear to God if they make me cage dance tonight I’m gonna fake a sickness” Kitty, one of the dancers and your friend yawned as the two of you got ready backstage.
“Ugh yeah, cage duty is the worst because you can’t leave until your shift is over '' you smacked your lips as you applied a second coat of gloss.
“The only fucked up thing about working here is they’d literally ask you to do something random five minutes before your shift” Your friend continued as she pulled her netted stockings over her thighs.
You hummed in agreement more invested in putting together your outfit than listening to her ramblings. Thanks to the wealth of the club and the crazy salary you were honored to receive, the extent of your wardrobe was out of this world.
“What do you think ?” You did a little spin, showing off your dazzling fit to your friend. Kitty inspected your outfit then gave her usual thumbs up approval before snapping a selfie with you.
“You look like the whore of fairytopia” Kitty smiled into the camera and you chuckled.
“Well that’s what I was going for.”
The two of you suddenly heard a knock on the door, interrupting your photoshoot and just from the hand that pushed the door open you knew exactly who it was.
Entropy’s number one male exotic dancer.
Lee Taeyong.
“Hey ladies” he grinned and allowed himself in, “you guys look as beautiful as ever.”
Taeyong sported a leather ensemble, but instead of a shirt under his jacket he was roped with harnesses. Taeyong was a fucking dream for men, women, genderfluid, every fucking type of being on this planet. The man just exuded sex appeal to the point of some of the straight male dancers questioning their sexuality on more than one occasion.
That being said you were definitely no exception. You only had the opportunity to dance with him once and it was enough to make you wish you were in his bed hours later. The way he moved, the way he delicately touched himself and the other dancers was hypnotic. It was no wonder he was the VIPs' favourite for two years now.
“What’s up Taeyong ? Please don’t tell me you’re here to give me cage duty” Kitty sighed and Taeyong just chuckled cutely.
“Nah I think you got the swing set tonight” Taeyong ran his fingers through his hair and then focused his attention on you. “Uhm y/n can I talk to you for a second ?”
You nodded and curiously followed him into the private room next door and took a seat on the plush pink sofa. Taeyong took a sip of water and pulled up a chair to sit in front of you, all his harnesses and chains rattling against each other as he made himself comfortable.
“I just got out of a meeting with the manager and we’re hosting a big fashion designer tonight” Taeyong explained and you listened intently. “They requested me for a performance but they’d like me to have a female partner to add a little more….sensuality.”
Taeyong bit down on his lip as he hoped you understood what he was getting at. Unfortunately for him you weren’t able to comprehend his tone.
“Sensuality ? Like what ? Just grinding on each other or something ?” You asked blankly.
“A little more than that” Taeyong crossed his leg over the other and frowned, “they want to see kissing, touching and foreplay, specifically edging.”
Your eyes widened and Taeyong nodded, fully understanding your reaction to the entire ordeal. It’s not that you were shy to do it, come on your tits and ass were out every weekend but being teased by Taeyong and trying to keep your composure was going to be a fucking task.
“Im going to be a fucking mess oh my God” you said, unaware that you shared your sentiments out loud.
“Me too” Taeyong shrugged and your eyes darted to him. “That’s why I chose you y/n, Its going to be difficult for me to not fuck you in front of everyone and I really do love a challenge” he licked his lips.
Your head was spinning.
You were chosen ? By him ?!
“Do you like or ever want to be filmed ?” Taeyong asked suddenly, snapping you back to reality.
“I don’t mind….but who will be watching exactly ?” You questioned and Taeyong pulled out his phone and showed you his infamous onlyfans account with the list of possibly the richest people that ever frequented the club.
“If we’re going through all this torture for this little event why not reward ourselves and film it to reward ourselves again with money” Taeyong smirked, satisfied with his smart business move.
“I get to fuck you and get paid on top of that, sounds like a win win situation” you held out your hand, “I’m in.”
“It’s a pleasure doing business with you sweetheart” Taeyong winked and shook your hand.
The club was starting to fill and it was just under an hour until showtime. You were ordered to keep hidden from the crowds just in case another person with way too much money demanded your attention and messed up your schedule. Taeyong told you he’d come get you after he greeted his customers and talk you through any changes or additions they’ve made.
You were about to take a seat when you spotted his pink locks bouncing toward you and your stomach fluttered with nerves when he grabbed your hand, leading you upstairs to the private rooms.
The room for tonight was the mirror room. Fucking great. You were already freaking out that you’d have to keep your composure but now you were going to see yourself get frustrated while Taeyong had his way with you.
“We’ll be in here,” Taeyong led you inside the cube where it was surrounded by one way mirrors. “They’re on the outside, sitting around the cube. They can see us but we can’t see them.”
“Can they hear us ?” You touched the leather chair that was placed in the middle of the cube. Taeyong closed the door of the cube and joined you in the middle.
“Nope, I’m pretty sure the music would be too loud for them to hear anything anyway” he smiled and your heart did a somersault.
You admired how calm and collected he was in all of these situations. He was professional but not pretentious. Anyone with his fame and popularity would become an egomaniac but Taeyong was absolutely humble and you loved that about him.
“Once the music starts, that’s our cue” Taeyong tossed his jacket aside and adjusted his harness on his chest. You nodded and decided it was time to match his professionalism. Not only did this give you a chance to learn from Taeyong but this little show could most likely boost your career at Entropy.
The music started to fill the room and Taeyong was already at your side, taking hold of your hips as you swayed along to the music. He smelled like cocoa butter and strawberries, making you intoxicated with just his aura. Taeyong’s plump lips trailed across your glittery skin, moving from your shoulders up to your jawline. You kept your grinding to a minimum for now, if the two of you needed to lead up to foreplay the least you could do was not rush Taeyong.
Taeyong placed his index finger under your chin and turned your face to meet his, giving your lips a small peck. The instant contact already made you want more but you were working on his movements. It was safer to follow him.
“Bend over the chair” Taeyong whispered into your ear and you abided, dancing your way down to the chair and placed your hips over the armrest.
Taeyong traced his hand down the curve of your back and met your Swarovski g-string that was covered by a thin layer of fabric. You bit down on your lip as he smacked your ass as he rubbed his crotch slowly against you, the action already making you wet.
What you didn’t expect was Taeyong’s tongue against your thigh, licking his way up to the curve of your ass and a bit too close to your heat. The motion signaled you to push yourself up and move behind your dance partner, shaking your hips down to the ground and moving your hand between his legs, cupping his member from behind.
“Fuck” Taeyong muttered and threw his head back as you stood up and placed your lips against his ear.
“Kiss me” you mused and you felt absolutely fucking powerful when Taeyong followed your order, turning around and pulling you into a tantilzing kiss.
His hands were on your ass as you swayed your hips, still giving your viewers a dance not just a make out session. Your tongues moved against each other and you unconsciously moaned at how good he made you feel.
Taeyong moved from your lips to your neck and chuckled lightly. “You’re fucking incredible.”
The small praise made you giddy, and for a second you forgot that there was most likely twenty people around this cube watching you right now.
The music slightly switched up, giving you indication of how much time was left and Taeyong took the opportunity to take a seat on the chair and pulled you to straddle his lap.  The new position made you realize that Taeyong was much harder than what you had felt earlier and that alone excited you.
“You’re so fucking hot” you grabbed onto his hair and pushed your hips roughly against his while he let out a breathy moan.
“You’re killing me here baby, I just want to be inside you already” Taeyong whispered into your ear, making sure his onlookers don’t see your sneaky exchanges.
You pulled him into another sloppy kiss before turning your body around, your back pressed against his chest and your legs spread open for everyone to see.
“I’m ready” you gave him the go ahead and Taeyong unclipped your shimmering bra, letting your breasts hang free before cupping one in his hand and pushing his other hand down your panties.
You sucked in a deep breath as you got comfortable with his slender fingers rubbing your folds. You moved your hips on his lap, looking for the best angle for both you and him to gain some sort of friction.
The sensation of Taeyong playing with your nipple and him rubbing circles on your clit only to pull away every few seconds was driving you insane. But you knew Taeyong was going easy on you, if he really wanted to send you over the edge he’d have his fingers inside you until you were on the brink of orgasm and pull them out.
“That feels so good God” you bit down on your lip and arched your back into his touch. Taeyong hummed in response, concentrating more on how his boner was now pushing harshly against his pants and he couldn’t do anything about it. He tried focusing more on his fingers rather than his member that was now probably leaking with precum.
“We’re almost done, can I finger you  for a bit baby ? I know you can take it” Taeyong tugged your ear with his teeth and you nodded desperately.
Could you take it ? You had no fucking idea. But having his fingers inside you right now ? Sounded like bliss.
Taeyong locked both your hands strongly across your chest and shifted forward in order to give his customers a better view of your soaked panties before pushing two fingers inside you.
“S-shit Taeyong” you moaned, throwing your head back as he bit into your shoulder, fingering you at the most agonizing pace you’ve ever experienced.
Scratch what you had thought earlier. He was not going easy on you. He was two fingers deep into your core and you had to concentrate on not orgasming to appease some rich weirdos.
Taeyong sped up his movements as you contorted your body in his touch, the speed building up an extremely high orgasm and the only thing you felt next was emptiness. A tear ran down your cheek from the missed orgasm while Taeyong stuck his soaked fingers into his mouth and ended his show.
“Baby you’re okay ?” He asked with concern as the cube light dimmed signaling that the viewers were now unable to see inside anymore.
“I think I just lost one of the best orgasms of my life” you sighed, trying to get to your feet while your legs trembled.
Taeyong snickered and helped you back into your bra and grabbed his jacket as the two of you exited the cube and walked down the hallway of VIP rooms.
“Nah babe, I’ll give you your best one tonight, trust me” he winked and led you into a room a few doors down and turned on the lights.
This room was way more comfortable. It was a velvet decorated room, very burlesque, with a circular bed placed in the very middle. You grabbed a pillow and lay on your stomach as you watched Taeyong set up his phone on a tripod.
“So do you do this often ?” You asked casually.
“Onlyfans content ?” Taeyong questioned back as he tried to find the perfect angle for his video.
“Bringing girls up here to fuck for your content” you replied and was surprised to hear him giggle.
“You’re the first one I’m fucking y/n” he made his way over to you and took a seat on the bed. You cocked your head to the side and frowned up at him.
“You expect me to believe that ?”
“Believe it or not but that’s the truth” Taeyong shrugged and moved a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I normally just do solo stuff, dances and what not. But after we danced together that one time the idea of a sex tape popped into my mind.”
You sat up and narrowed your eyes at him. His face was completely serious, and you couldn’t believe what he was telling you right now.
“…why me ?” You raised a brow.
“I know I’ll put on my best performance if it were you” Taeyong pushed you back down onto the bed and straddled your hips. “You’re just so addicting and if I have to say it out loud I may have a little crush.”
“You have a crush on me ??” You laughed and pulled one of his harnesses, “you could’ve told me the night we danced together, can you imagine how many times we would’ve fucked by now ?”
“Well here’s to night one” Taeyong leaned down and gave you a kiss, rougher than the one in the performance. You were glad he wasn’t as delicate as he was during his shows because you were not in the mood for more teasing.
Taeyong removed your bra and panties, throwing them aside before removing his pants and harness, this being the first time you’ve seen him down to his Calvin Klein boxers.
“I don’t think there’s any need for foreplay then huh?” Taeyong smirked as he pulled down his boxers and rubbed his hardened member.
“Fucking hell I can’t go through that shit again” you groaned, licking your lips as he stroked his member roughly and smacked your thighs to open up for him.
Taeyong pushed his member into your core and you arched your back in satisfaction, finally being fulfilled after thirty minutes of torture. He grabbed hold of your hips and slammed himself into you repeatedly, grunting every time his length disappeared inside you.
“All I ever want to do is…this” he moaned, leaning down and wrapped his hand around your throat as he mercilessly fucked you.
“No fuck I’m already so close” you whined, hating that your time with him might be short lived.
“Cum for me baby it’s okay, I’m still gonna fuck you until you cum again” Taeyong placed a kiss on your forehead and continued his pace.
You silently thanked him and allowed yourself to chase your orgasm while Taeyong aided you in rubbing circles on your clit.
“That’s right baby, cum all over me” Taeyong muttered dirty words as your eyes practically rolled back and your orgasm came in strong. You moaned his name so loud that anybody walking outside the room would be able to hear you.
Taeyong slowly pulled out of you and flipped you over, making you get on your knees, pushing your ass up in the air and your face buried into the pillow you were now clutching to.
You shivered when he rubbed the tip of his member against your folds, the sensitivity made you tremble with both tiredness and excitement.
“Good girl” he praised, pushing his length back into your dripping core and dug his nails into your ass, feeling out the new position.
Taeyong started moving his hips until he was back to his favourite pace, grabbing hold of your hair and slamming into you over and over again. He was an absolute wild card. How could he go from being so soft to fucking you in the most animalistic way ?
You already felt the second orgasm on the way and Taeyong felt his own quickly approach but he wasn’t ready to give in just yet.
“Taeyong fuck I’m gonna-“ your muffled voice was buried by the pillow and Taeyongs loud grunts.
“I think you deserve to come from my fingers right baby ?” Taeyong cooed, pulling his length out of you and replacing it with three of his fingers. You were already seeing stars but Taeyong decided to add his tongue to the mix and you swore you were on the verge of passing out.
“Hmmm you taste so good baby, come on be a good girl and cum for me” he hummed against your core while his fingers curled inside of you.
That was it. The way he spoke to you, the way he treated you like a fucking princess was enough for your orgasm to release and your legs to give out. You moaned his name for the 100th time that night and collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto the back completely forgetting that he still needed to cum.
Taeyong jumped off the bed and grabbed the camera, holding it above your fucked out body and smirked to himself.
“I treated my baby well didn’t I ?” He spoke to his audience and slowly rubbed his member.
“You didn’t cum though” you looked up at him and pouted.
“I was waiting for those pretty lips to get to work” he swiped your lip with his thumb and you smiled sweetly and got to your knees.
Taeyong focused the camera on your mouth around his length and threw his head back as soon as you took him in. You did your best in order to bring him to a satisfying orgasm as he did to you. Using your hands to stroke him and your tongue to stimulate his tip, a small twitch showing you that he was ready to release.
Taeyong tilted your head up to face the camera and stroked himself until he came all over your tongue and chest, licking his lips at the sight of you covered in his seed.
“Hmmm that’s my good girl” he praised once more and gave his audience a final look at you before switching off the camera.
Taeyong quickly fetched a clean towel and helped you clean up before joining you to relax on the bed.
“You know now that you’re mine I expect you to be in all my shows, at Entropy and onlyFans” Taeyong raised a brow and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m yours ? In what context ?” You narrowed your eyes.
Taeyong grinned and pulled you closer to his chest. “In the context of I’d like you to be my dance partner, my fuck partner, and my sexy girlfriend” he cheekily smiled.
You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Well I’m not one to say no, I hear what Lee Taeyong wants, Lee Taeyong gets.”
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