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euovennia · 1 year

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headcanons for simon being the mom/dad friend to reader and her just eating that shit up? like yeah, that giant intimidating guy wearing a skull mask is my best friend. he’s really cute right? (he is)

anon your brain is huge and i love it, thank you for such a gorgeous request! just want you to know that your second request will be up sometime soon, i just wanted to split them! thank you again for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3

pt. 2

fair warning to anyone reading, this is my first time writing headcanons (more like a short story with bullet points because my oh my i got carried away) so please don't shoot! anyway, i've got some ideas rolling around in my head so just jump into it:

let's get one thing straight

becoming friends with a man like simon is not an easy task

while you may be somewhat quick consider him a friend because you're both skilled enough to have made to the 141, it takes a lot longer for him to also consider you a friend

the process of getting him to this point is an arduous journey and some people (probably gaz and rudy bc i can see these two being equally terrified of this man) will not hesitate to tell you to cut your losses and leave him alone

i reckon simon is the type to verbally tell you this himself

and maybe for a bit you do leave him alone

but then one day you see him sitting alone in the commons area with what you deem to be the saddest plate of dinner ever and you just crack

cue you sliding into the seat in front of him with your tupperware full of homecooked food you'd stashed away the night before

naturally he gets frustrated and a maybe a lil annoyed so he goes to leave

but then you slide your tupperware of food over to him and his movements just kinda stop as he stares at you with his typical ghost stare

think 👁️👁️

he'll push the container back toward you causing you to push it back toward him

it becomes an almost vicious cycle before he finally snaps and spits out something like, "what's your fuckin' problem?"

to most he's a scary man with an even scarier voice so that would've been where most people drew the line (let's face it though, most people probably wouldn't have sat with him in the first place)

but all you can focus on is the piss poor excuse of a meal he'd retrieved from the mess hall so you just push it back toward him one final time with a simple, "eat."

he'll narrow his eyes and straighten his posture in an attempt to scare you off but when that doesn't work he'll tell you something along the lines of, "i'm spitting it out if it's shite"

he does not spit it out

from that day on, you'll seek him out with two tupperware containers filled with whatever you'd cooked up the night before and offer it to him

the first few times he's hesitant to accept simply because he doesn't wanna get used to the unusually kind gesture but it eventually gets to a point where he just stops getting a plate from the mess hall and instead waits around for you to feed him

these small dinners you share make it nearly impossible for simon to avoid your talking

he almost debates getting up and leaving a few times but then he remembers he'd be eating soggy meat and vegetables if it weren't for you so he decides to entertain it

and to the surprise of absolutely no one he eventually starts warming up to you, even throwing in a few comments and sarcastic quips of his own

and after a long while of having these dinners with you, he decides he likes it – he likes hearing you talk, whether it be about how you and gaz hid price's hat somewhere on base and blamed it on soap or what the latest celebrity gossip is

so what does he do?

he tries to block you out

it doesn't work because you're a stubborn little shit and refuse to let him fall back into his bubble of solitude and self pity

and he eventually realizes this so he just kinda accepts it after a while (more like a week)

and the two of you become quite chummy

well

as chummy as one can be with a person as closed off as ghost

instead you always being the one to seek him out come dinner time, he'll be the one to start finding you

it's a surprise

a delightful one

but still a surprise

his short, clipped responses will morph into longer, more thought out ones as your friendship continues to develop and you can't help but notice just how smart he really is

despite his everything that's happened to him in the past, he's actually quite in tune with the emotions of other people; his observational skills are off the charts

so you'll eventually start asking him for advice on anything and everything, even if it's not something that pertains directly to you because his wisdom outside the battle field is something to truly behold

it's amazing what can be solved without heavy loads of artillery and violence!

anyway

simon quickly becomes very used to this dynamic

you two having dinner, talking about everything and nothing all at once and while he may never verbalize it, he truly does appreciate it

he'd convinced himself long ago that his life was just cursed and that the people he loved and held closest to him were always destined for terrible things so he just closed himself off

he put on the mask and became ghost whereas simon was kept tucked away in a place no one even bothered to try and discover

but then you stumbled your way into his heart with your homemade food and endless chatter and he can't help but indulge himself

maybe having a friend isn't all that bad

and so the dinners/mini therapy sessions continue

until one day you don't show up

while he is a bit disappointed, simon decides to let it go because you've had dinner with him for god knows how long now

you probably just wanted a day to yourself and he understands that so he doesn't pry

even when he barely force himself to finish the sludge smacked onto his plate from the mess hall – how was he so comfortable eating that for so long?

but you don't show up the next day

or the next

and by the fourth day simon is just downright angry

and a little sad and worried

but mostly angry

who do you think you are to waltz in his life, make yourself cozy in his extremely tight knit circle, and then just leave him high and dry with no goodbye? (wow that rhymed)

if you're gonna ditch him like this then he's gonna make sure you sit through the awkward pain of saying it to his face

he spends an embarrassing amount of time looking for you before he even thinks to check your room

he walks up to your door, fully prepared to slam that door open and confront you

but then he hears you fall into a particularly nasty coughing fit paired with a muffled groan of agony and suddenly it just clicks

you got yourself sick

tempted as he is to simply walk away, he knows deep in his heart he can't do that to you

which is why you open up your door to see ghost awkwardly standing there with a tray of hot soup, water, and some medicine

you nearly cry in your haze of sickness

you'd spend the past four days miserably rotting away in your bed and to suddenly have simon by your side offering you soup and medicine? it was almost too much

ever since that day there had been a gradual shift in your friendship

it started with you two coordinating who would bring dinner on which days

but then it turned into simon being the one to bring dinner nearly everyday

which then evolved into him finding you throughout the day and offering small snacks and drinks

but he's a busy man and he can't do this every day so he'll settle for sending a simple message of, "you doing ok?"

and most times you say yes

but on the off chance you say no he'll take a few minutes to message you back and forth until you feel at least a little better (no this is not achieved by him sending you bad dad jokes, he would never do such a thing!)

but eventually the man just gets so tired of constantly going around base trying to find you that he'll simply just start to linger around you whenever he's free

gruff words of assurance and friendly pats on the shoulder become a staple for the masked man

when the team becomes privy to the newly formed friendship between the two of you, it's almost scary

imagine this 6'4 beefy mountain of a man hanging around someone half his size just chilling

i reached the character block limit how awkward anyway

it's odd and you know it is so you'll play into it

like that time you loudly asked ghost to grab the blanket from your room while you two were sitting on the couch in the common area while the rest of the team filed in

and him immediately going to grab it while the team are completely gobsmacked when he promptly returns with your blanket in hand

cue soap asking ghost the same thing a few days later and only receiving a glare in return along with a stern, "i'm not your maid, johnny."

then he just walks away leaving soap to feel like an idiot

it becomes apparent very quickly that simon has a favorite and that favorite is you

especially when he's the one to sweep you up into a quick hug with a quick pat on your head after the team completes yet another mission

you make it a point to squeeze onto simon just a tad tighter when you see soap looking over in complete bewilderment

seriously, how did you tame the legendary ghost?

and honestly?

you're not quite sure yourself

you just soak it in because you'd be a fool not to

maybe one day you'll ask him yourself

maybe you won't

doesn't matter either way because at the end of the day you're the only one who can proudly call ghost your best friend

even if he doesn't refer to you as the same

he totally does he just never says it out loud because he's secretly terrified you don't feel the same

regardless

you two are very much attached at the hip

what with you constantly getting yourself into trouble all around base and ghost not wanting you piss off the wrong person

he is very much your guard dog and you make it everyone's problem

soap went too hard on you during your sparring session? ghost is already glaring at him

gaz won't stop bugging you when you're actually trying to get your work done? ghost is pushing him out the door

price is about to lecture you for something gaz and soap framed you for? ghost is quick to rat them out

it's sweet really, the friendship you have

it warms your heart thinking about it

and it warms his too

even if he won't admit it

he's just grateful you didn't give up on him even when he wanted you to

because he's found that, sometimes, it's nice to have a friend

and he's glad it's you

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spiderlyla · 6 months

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STARBOY

— (BOXER! WRIOTHESLY × POP STAR!GN! READER)

★ synopsis: you've captured his attention, that was for sure.

☆ tags: smitten wriothesley, indiciations of a one-night stand, modern au(?), a little bit of cursing.

★ lumi's note: apologies for any mistakes or if it feels wonky. Just got back to writing after the hiatus so I'm probably a bit rusty. Constructive feedback is allowed.

He couldn't remember what led to this.

Or, he does, very vividly, actually.

He remembers the flashing lights of cameras blinding his eyes, the throbbing in his head and the adrenaline still flowing through his veins. He remembers the faint sounds of cheering, the extremely excited announcer praising him over and over again and congratulating him for the win. He remembers his manager patting his back, her face expressionless, but her violet eyes betraying her true feelings of pride.

He remembers being escorted out of the boxing ring, being followed by eager interviewers who couldn't wait to ask him about his victory. He remembers his eyes skimming through the crowds of his fans, all chanting his name. He remembers his eyes glancing at the VIP seats, just to see if it's going to be that little dramatic actress that comes every now and then to cheer him on.

And of course, he remembers meeting those eyes for the first time.

The most gorgeous pair he'd ever seen, if he was being completely honest. You were staring right back at him, an equally gorgeous smile appearing on your face as soon as you realised he was looking right at you.

He remembers getting flustered, realising his nose was still bleeding, that his face was still a little bruised, and that he was a sweating mess while you were the absolute definition of glamour.

And yet, he paused and flashed you that signature, cocky grin of his. His entire team was telling him to move before the interviewers swarmed the hall leading to his changing room, but he was unmoving, and so were those journalists once they noticed why he stopped.

He stepped towards you and stopped just before the metal barrier between the two of you. His icy blue eyes never leave your own. He couldn't lie, you've enchanted him.

"Wriothesly."

You giggle, and fuck, is it the sweetest sound he's ever heard. "Nice to finally meet you, Wriothesly. I'm—"

"I know who you are, I'd be living under a rock if I didn't." His voice was hoarse, and he could feel his heartbeat race when you giggled again. How was this conversation making the adrenaline rush through his body more than the actual fight he just won?

You spread your arm to shake his hand. He stares at it for a moment before taking your much softer palm into his own bruised, scarred hand and pressing a kiss to it.

There was a roar from the crowd, and the cameras blinded the two of you. He remembers wanting to ask you if you'd be at the afterparty his team throws, but he didn't get the chance because he found himself being pulled towards the hall before he even got the chance.

Everything else was a blur, he doesn't even remember how he got to the venue, his brain completely elsewhere as people of his team and other celebrities who came to celebrate his win congratulated him.

He remembers not feeling very sociable that night, which was not in his nature, and it even warranted a few questions out of everyone around him, asking if he was well, if the injuries he sustained were affecting his mood.

He just played it off cool, saying with all those blows he got to his head over time, maybe this job really was catching up to him.

He knew it wasn't that, but he couldn't exactly tell them that his mind was so preoccupied with the thought of you that he couldn't bear to hold a conversation with anyone else.

He spent the first hour of the night sitting by the bar, chatting idly with a few of his friends in the industry, teasing his personal nurse scolded him for always being so reckless, making small talk with his legal advisor—who really had no idea how to do small talk despite being an incredibly well spoke man.

And just as he went to order his third drink of the night, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, so much so that he almost didn't feel it.

He didn't fully turn at first, only glancing back for a quick second, to see those eyes that have enamoured him in the crowds staring back at him.

"Do you usually sulk after winning a match that big?" You slip into the high chair next to him, your tone teasing yet your smile sweet and genuine. He laughs, taking a sip of his drink. "Not at all, no." He could feel the glass slipping through his fingers, palms sweating as he realised how close in proximity you were, your knee brushing against his own. He never got nervous, it was his brand to be suave. To be cool.

Just an exchange of words from you was enough to make 'The Duke of the Fortress' weak.

"But we have no one to blame for my state but you." You laugh, and his cheeks bloom with colour, yet his expression remains the same. Hazy eyes and a small grin. He doesn't want you to stop laughing, he was getting drunk off of the sound—and he can assure you, it had nothing to do with this goddamn Brandy he's been sipping on for the past few minutes.

"Me? What have could I have possibly done to dampen the mood of 'The Great Duke' ?" Hearing his title in the ring coming out of your mouth flustered him just in the slightest. "What have you not done? You haven't left my mind since I saw you."

You look away shyly, but the smile on your face indicates that you didn't dislike it. He wonders if you're always like this. Surely a star like yourself has heard so many compliments, surely you've been subjected to the flirty attitude of many fans or even co-workers that you've gotten used to this type of treatment.

Or did you like him just as much as he liked you?

"Hm, are you this flirty with everyone else?" His eyes were fixated on your lips, watching them purse around the rim of the glass you held, and he took a breath, the air escapes his lung in an alarming speed with every minute he spends next ti you.

What is happening to him?

He put his hand on his chest dramatically, gasping at your accusal. This was the third time he made you giggle that night. "Pardon? How could you make such an accusation?"

"Oh, I mean no offense, I was just wondering, your grace."

Something inside of him stirs, and he feels himself getting hot even though he sat directly under the air conditioner's shaft.

Wriothesley clears his through before speaking again, "Okay, I'll forgive you just this time." You roll your eyes at his teasing, and he notices, his grin getting wider. "But to answer your question, no, of course not. No one captures my attention easily."

Your blooming cheeks, the way your teeth press down on your lower lip to prevent a wide smile from spreading all prove one thing to Wriothesly.

You definitely liked him as much as he liked you.

It gets a little blurry from here again.

He vaugly remembers you spoke, for hours, it seemed. Your voice was so clear to him that it was almost like no one was in the room but the two of you. He remembers spotting a few people staring at the two of you as you laughed together, gossiping about the budding...situation that was developing.

He remembers you shared more drinks, he remembers how when you put a hand on his arm, his entire body tensed up. He remembers you pulling him to the dance floor, and him 'begrudgingly' agreeing, claiming he does not know how to dance. He remembers Cloranid's eye roll when she heard that, silently conveying to him that the facade he was putting on was not fooling anybody.

He remembers laughing so much at your dance moves that his stomach ached, he assumed being such a famous pop star would teach you a thing or two about dancing, but that didn't seem like the case with you. He remembers the crowd getting bigger on the dance floor at the start of a certain song, so much so that you had to squeeze against him. He remembers dancing with you till he couldn't feel his legs anymore, he remembers you asking him if he wanted to get out of here. He remembers saying yes, and he remembers intertwining his fingers with yours, leading you out of the crowd.

He doesn't remember what happened after that, he couldn't remember what led to this situation he was in.

He had no idea what to do about it either.

Because it was five in the morning, he was in a room he did not recognise, and he had the most famous singer in Teyvat all cuddled up against his chest.

He looks at your sleeping form, how perfect it was to have you next to him, how right it felt.

He should've probably called his manager, or heck, your manager. They were most definitely panicking about the whereabouts of the two of you, as evident by the presistent buzzing of both of your phones.

He should've woken you up, he should've done so many things.

But all he did was take another glance at you, before shutting off his phone, and pulling you closer to his body under the sheets.

He'll worry about it when he wakes up.

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eimids · 6 months

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Looking like a winner

Lucy Bronze x reader

ok so this might be like a one time thing or i might start writing more often.

this is my first time writing here so let’s see what this will be😋

and i definitely have not reread this🤝

warnings: smut. smut. smut.

words: 1.9k

After winning the euros, Lucy felt like she was on top of the world. Getting to win such a major tournament with her best friends felt incredible. She was proud of herself and the team, and so were you. You were proudly wearing a jersey with the name Bronze in the back. Jumping with joy when thr match finally came to an end.

You knew that Lucy was going to have a long night celebrating with her teammates, so you were patient. Although you were together a lot during the euros, you still didn’t really have time for each other. Well you did but not time for what the both of you really craved. Sex.

It had been almost a month since you last had sex, and you couldn’t wait anymore. Having a lot of dreams about Lucy fucking you in every possible way and Lucy teasing you with some not so innocent photos, made you a walking mess.

Many nights you let your hands wander down to your sensitive and neglected clit. Looking photos of Lucy with her muscles on display, imaging it was her hand on your body, you still weren’t able to make yourself come. Once you had Lucy’s fingers, nothing felt the same.

So after the long night Lucy finally returned home. It was around 4am when she walked through the door of your shared apartment. You were already asleep but woke up to the sounds of your wife. She was slightly drunk, but nothing too much. She wasn’t a lightweight and could drink quite a lot without getting drunk.

You sat in your bed and waited for Lucy to come through the bedroom door. It took a while but when she finally came, you were at a loss of words. Quickly you were wide awake.

Lucy standing there with nothing but her gold medal and strap on around her waist.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer” Lucy laughed a little at your antics. Mouth open and eyes shamelessly roaming on her body.

You couldn’t muster up any words. Your brain short circuited at the sight of your absolute gorgeous wife. The medal was sitting on her oh so perfect abs. The strap between her legs was your favorite. Her hair was let down and the perfect smirk on her face did not help your situation.

“I told you that if I win, I would fuck you with this medal banging in your head. That’s exactly what i’m gonna do with you tonight.” Lucy explained while walking closer to you.

“Please, please Lucy, please I need you to fuck me, been so needy” Was all you could say. Lucy was happy with that as she manhandled you on your knees, on the ground.

“No clothes, I really like this view” Lucy said and now it was her turn to take in every detail of you. Your perfect boobs, that she loved so much. Your eyes pleading as you looked up at her.

“Suck my dick nice and wet for your pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good that you can’t walk tomorrow” Lucy said with her hoarse voice.

That was enough for you to get to action. Quickly putting your hands on Lucys thighs and your tongue on the tip of the strap. You slowly circled it before licking the sides of it. You only now realized that Lucy had a vibrator on her side of the strap. Hearing the low buzz of it made you want to work even harder on her strap. Wanting to make her feel good.

“Oh just like that. You are just a little slut who is willingly letting me fuck her at any point of the day, or in this case night. But you are the best slut I could ask for” Lucy encouraged you as you started to take the strap deeper into your mouth.

Lucy brought her hand on your hair and started guiding your movements. Finding a pace that was the most pleasurable for her. You also brought your hands at the base of the harness so the vibrations were better for her.

“Oh such a good girl, taking my cock so well. So good girl” Lucy said as you started to gag around the strap. It hit the back of your throat again and again, but you were fully enjoying it.

It didn’t take long for Lucy to come with her strap in your mouth. How could she not, when she had such a gorgeous sight. You with teary eyes taking so proudly her strap.

“Oh don’t stop y/n, you are doing so good, just keep- oh, keep going” Lucy moaned when she road her high. Legs shaking and eyes rolling. It was your favorite look on your wife.

After she calmed down a bit, she was again manhandling you to the bed. This time putting you on your hands and knees.

“You were so good to me, you deserve a nice reward, don’t you?” Lucy asked.

“Yeas please, I’ve been a good girl for you, please fuck me” You stuttered, just waiting to be filled.

Lucy didn’t wast time as she brought her fingers to your pussy and dipped them in.

“Oh you are already so wet for me baby, did sucking my strap make you wet?” Lucy asked proudly. Obviously she knew the answer to that but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Yes, I love sucking your cock. Please fuck me now” You said inpatitently.

“Oh someone is getting inpatient, well who am I to deny you” Lucy said and lined the strap to your pussy.

Slowly she started to push it in. You enjoyed the stretch of your walls, letting an ungodly moan. Lucy let you adjust for a while, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You gave a sign that you were ready. That was all that Lucy needed before pulling the cock out of you, except the tip, and slamming it back inside.

“Lucy, fuck” You screamed so loudly that you knew that you would hear from the neighbors. But you didn’t care. All you could think about was Lucy mercilessly banging you from behind.

You moaned shamelessly as you felt the medal make touch of the back of your head. You were filled with pride over your wife. You knew how important winning this was to her. And now she could put the medal in action.

Lucy was too on cloud nine as she watched her medal swinging. She was proud of herself and was happily showing it to you.

“On Lucy please, please make me come” You pleaded as you were getting closer. You just needed a bit more.

Lucy, being the perfect wife, knew exactly what you needed. She brought her fingers to your sensitive clit and started to circle it. After that it didn’t take long as you were coming hard around her cock.

“Yes, yes, Lucy you are making me feel so good please don’t stop baby” You moaned.

Lucy didn’t stop. Although she was proud of her medal, she was more proud of having you as a wife. She was the kind of woman that would do anything for you.

Not slowing down, she kept on going. Her fingers still circling your clit as you erupted for the second time. Your orgasm taking over your whole body as you shook with the power of it.

Slowing her movements you came down from your orgasm. She stayed inside you for a while. Kissing you back and whispering sweet nothings to your ears. You could feel the medal lay on your back between you and your wife.

You could’ve happily stayed in that moment forever. But Lucy had other plans. She pulled out of you slowly, not wanting any discomfort for you. Still you whined at the emptiness.

“I’m proud of you Lucia” Was the first thing you said as you found the words. You turned to your back to look at her.

Those words flipped something inside Lucy, the dominant personality was gone and some tears were brought to her eyes.

“So, so proud of you my baby” You continued. She came straddling on top of you so she could kiss you.

The kiss was passionate and needy, after a long time, she finally had you all to herself. She was a european champion and happier than ever that she could do that with you by her side.

“I love you so much, my sweet girl” Was all she said before clashing her lips back to yours.

Her hands found your boobs and she started to massage them. She loved how sensitive they were and how you started moaning in her mouth at her actions.

“Can I please fuck your tits” She asked you suddenly. It was something she had wanted to do for a while but never had the courage to ask you. But now she felt like it was the perfect moment.

You nodded enthusiastically and she shifted on top of you. She put the vibrator back on and jolted a bit at first. Then she brought the strap between your perfect breasts. So round and full. All for her to use.

The strap was still wet from your pussy, so it was easily sliding between you boobs. Lucy even brought her hands and squeezed you tits together so both of you could feel better.

When Lucy’s fingers found your nipples, you knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted you to come by her just touching your nipples. It wouldn’t be the first time, and definitely not the last.

This time Lucy was gentle. Her thrust were slow and passionate. Her fingers working on your nippels and her eyes studying every inch of your face so she could see what felt the best for you.

“Shit Lucy, do that again” You moaned as Lucy twisted your nipple in a particularly amazing way.

So she did, again and again, untill you were at the brink of your orgasm.

“Wait for me baby, I want to cum with you” Lucy musterd chasing her own orgasm.

With you bringing your hand again at the base of the harness, she was a goner.

“Oh now baby, do it. Come with me my sweet girl. I want to see you coming” Lucy moaned as the orgasm took over her body. With one more twist of your nipple you were coming with her.

It was like you were in heaven. The prettiest woman on top of you having an orgasm, your own body in fire with pleasure. It was everything you needed.

Lucy fell next to you panting. You both had a minute to calm down.

“That was probably the best we’ve ever had” You said breathlessly.

“It really was” Lucy said proudly. A smile on her face.

She turned to kiss you again. It was slow and sweet with so much love in it. Just like how she kissed you on your wedding day. It was something truly magical.

You didn’t really speak for a while. Just holding each other and enjoying the moment. It was the aftercare that both of you needed.

After some water and Lucy cleaning you up, you happily fell asleep on top of her.

“Good night my sweet girl” Lucy said before kissing your head.

After making sure you where comfortable, she fell asleep herself.

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So yeah I haven’t written in a long time so well see if this is any good. Please give me some feedback!

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covetyou · 4 months

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o, christmas tree

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pairing: Dieter Bravo & gn!reader rating: M (18+ only blog!) warnings: sex toys (so many butt plugs), Dieter being a menace to his PA, no smut, pure silliness. word count: 1.2k summary: As PA to Dieter Bravo, you were used to the strange, unusual and downright weird. What you weren't used to was taking in a shipment of - what? And how many?

A/N: I've had christmas trees/butt plugs on the brain since submitting prompts for secret santas, so I stole this one back (@missredherring I literally couldn't resist, sorry). I wrote most of this while walking my dog on Wednesday, mostly while she itched her ass on the pavement.

This is the last Dieter of me for this year, I sweeeear. Pinky promise.

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Being personal assistant to Dieter Bravo certainly had its moments. And this was one of them, as you sign for a delivery at his home of several large boxes that had clinked when the courier had brought them inside and placed them on the ground.

With a polite smile, the courier doesn't meet your eyes as hurries back out the door and into his truck, leaving you alone with the delivery slip wondering what the hell Dieter has purchased now. You cast your eyes down the paper, the company name entirely unfamiliar to you as you reach the boxes contents.

"Three hundred assorted... Dee!"

It has got to be a mistake, you think. He was unpredictable, but there was no reason for him to do something as ridiculous as this. You couldn't even imagine, didn't even want to begin to imagine, what he would do with three hundred -

Thunderous footsteps slam down the stairs, and Dieter is swinging around the last post to greet you. His hair is a mess, when isn't it, and his clothes are slung loosely around his body. You'd seen the tabloids and magazines before you started working for him, and how they often liked to call Dieter a chaotic and unprofessional, but you had to admire his dedication to loungewear and comfort chic. If you could get away with it you'd wear pyjamas all day too.

"What have I done now. You only shout like that when I've done something."

Thrusting the delivery slip into his hands you put your hands on your hips and wait, watching as his eyes quickly scan down the page and a wicked smile pulls across his face.

"Oh, amazing, they're here just in time."

"Dee, you cannot be serious." You found yourself asking him this question often, and yet he almost always was deadly, painfully serious. The look on his face tells you as much.

"Really? Three hundred assorted butt plugs? Assorted, Dee. What does that even mean."

He gives you a look that tells you you should, somehow, absolutely know what it means. When you don't respond, he sighs dramatically.

"Y'know, assorted sizes, colors, materials."

He's still not getting it, or maybe you're not getting it. You've got to be sick, you're having some fever dream inspired by the sex toys he liked to leave all around the place.

"But what are they for?"

"The party. Duh."

You told him a party would be a good idea to celebrate the end of a great year, and at first he'd reluctantly agreed. It had surprised you when his party planning picked up with gusto, and he refused your offers of help saying he had it all under control. You knew you should've been more suspicious. It was always a good idea to be more suspcisious where Dieter was concerned.

You rub your temples. Three hundred assorted butt plugs. For a Christmas party. You'd seen the guest list, some A-listers were invited, along with Dieter's co-stars from the last year and his usual crowd. Even so, it wasn't enough to warrant three hundred of anything - the guest list spanned 100 people at most.

The harsh rip of tape pulls you from your mental gymnastics, and you watch Dieter crack open the first box. The boxes had been heavy, and they'd rattled in way that, now you think about it, screamed assorted. Dieter pulls the first butt plug from the box, holding it to the light and letting the glass gleam.

"Dieter. What do you need butt plugs for, it's a Christmas party."

He shrugs his shoulders. "Decoration. Party favors. Whatever."

When you blink your eyes at him he rolls his at you.

"Figured they look like little Christmas trees, look." He places the plug on the flat of his hand and, you've got to give it to him, he's not wrong. The one he's currently holding is a deep red glass, so it's festive too, but from a glance to the box you can see just about every color thinkable. Assorted is making more and more sense.

He hands the plug to you so he can rummage through the box some more, and you hold it as if it's about to detonate in your hand. You know it's not used (yet), and by god if you hadn't held some questionable things of Dieter's in the past, but it's too early to be dealing with any of this. You just want a coffee and a sit down, and maybe some tylenol now that you were seemingly getting a headache and a pain in your ass all at once.

"What color?" he says over his shoulder, his hands still plunged into the first box.

"What color?"

"Yeah," he says, standing, holding two plugs in each hand. "Which do you think is my color?"

"Dee, I am not picking out a butt plug for you."

"Oh, come on," he whines, stomping his foot a little. "I know you like -"

"No."

He yanks the first plug from your hands, the red one, and thrusts a swirly pink one into your palm. "Fine. Here."

The question is on your lips, but before you can get it out he smirks at you.

"Pink is your color."

Your pants rip in front of him one time, and he's forever bringing up the color of your underwear. He bought you pink copies of your favorite shoes for your birthday, sent pink flowers to your apartment for eight weeks whilst he was away on a shoot without you, kept ruby chocolate in the house to snack on when you'd walk by. The man was a menace, and even though you both knew you found it funny, you keep your face steely as you brandish the pink plug at him.

"You won't be encouraging people to use these at the party, will you, Dee?"

He picks up the first box, groaning as he bends but then chuckling as the glass jingles and tinkles together lightly in the box, and walks down the hall without answering your question.

"Dieter."

You can see the devilish grin on his face from here. The asshole is ignoring you. You follow him down the hall.

"You won't be encouraging people to use them at the Christmas party, will you?"

"I think blue might be my color."

"Dee, stop ignoring me!"

He sets the box down on the kitchen island, rubbing his hands together in glee.

"Tell me you won't be encouraging people to use butt plugs at your party."

He still doesn't answer, and instead strides past you to the door, he grabs another box before lugging it down the hall to dump it next to the first.

"Dieter."

Tearing open the next box, he lets out a very pleased chuckle as he pulls out a considerably larger plug and sets it down on the countertop with a clink. It did look remarkably like a Christmas tree.

"Please."

He taps you on the nose as he fetches the last box and you cast your eyes down with a sigh, turning the pink plug around in your hands in defeat.

And then it catches your eye, a light engraving on the flat base of the plug. Flipping it, you look for a moment before your eyes adjust and register what's written on the bottom.

In beautiful looping cursive are the initials D.B.

Three hundred assorted and monogrammed butt plugs.

"God fucking damn it, Dieter."

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frankenkyle19 · 1 year

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Best Years of Your Life 💋

@iluwmycats here’s Mr. and Mrs. Zabel for you! My apologies for it being short, but I hope it’s fluffy enough!

word count: 784

warnings: mentions of sex, and tooth rotting fluff

It was all so much better than you had expected. Really. Getting to crawl into Colin’s arms after a long day was heaven on earth. He truly was the most patient and caring man you’d ever met,

That’s why you’d agreed to his proposal so fast. After only 8 months together, which in his opinion was way too long, but for you, much too short to make a life long decision. You hadn’t even thought about getting married before Colin came along, but then there he was, that damn smile that sucked you in and before you knew it, he was yours.

He never asked anything of you, except to sometimes toss his laundry into the wash or to bring his lunch to the station when he’d been in a rush and forgot it. When he had talked about kids, you had told him not yet, I want to be able to enjoy you first, and he gladly agreed.

You two had a small wedding, only a few people in attendance, and it was the best night of your lives, the sex that night alone was to die for. He had been so sweet and gentle (not that he usually wasn’t) and it was so intimate.

You two fell into a quick rhythm after that, had saved up money and bought a small house, perfect for the two of you, and you couldn’t ask for anything else.

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Now you busied yourself in the kitchen, prepping for your husband's arrival home. He had just gotten a promotion within the force and you wanted to celebrate it, he deserved it. He put in so much work and was so selfless about all of it. He’d never take credit for anything.

When you heard the front door open you jumped, eyes wide. You hadn’t finished. He was home at least ten minutes early.

“Hey babyyy-“

“Stay OUT OF THE KITCHEN!” You yelled before he could finish his sentence or even fully walk through the door. “Please.” You added.

You heard a chuckle from the living room as Colin set his keys down in the dish by the door, hung up his coat and set his bag down.

“What’re you cooking up in there, Mrs. Zabel?”

Ah yes, he loved calling you that. It made his heart beat faster every time he said it, or when he caught a glance at the modest ring on your finger. How lucky was he to have someone like you? It blew his mind.

“You’ll see soon enough, if I find out you peeked I’ll-“

“Baby I didn’t, what’s got you so riled up? Is today- oh shit is today a special day?” He asked, voice sounding worried as he racked his brain. It wasn’t an anniversary or a birthday… What was it?

“Colin…” you walked out of the kitchen and faced him, hair put into a messy bun and a bunch of different stains on your apron. You thought you looked a mess, but Colin thought you looked absolutely perfect.

“What?? Baby what day is it??” He pleaded with you to tell him.

“Your promotion! I wanted to celebrate-“

“You don’t have to do that for me-“

“Hush.” You put a hand to your hip as you approached him. A grin splayed on his lips as he looked over your frame.

“Make me.” He challenged.

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Needless to say, the food was cold before you two touched it, sat forgotten on the stove because Mr. Zabel just couldn’t control himself.

You laid on his chest, trying to catch your breath from your previous… activities, when you felt him shift under you to get comfortable.

“The foods cold by now….” You grumbled, though you couldn’t lie, the food being cold was well worth it.

“That’s what an oven is for. Or even a microwave.” He teased, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

This is how it went, he got home from work, you two would partake in your shenanigans, and then he’d be super lovey (he always was let’s be honest)

A strong arm wrapped around your frame. Firm. Protective. He’d never let anything happen to you. Ever.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispered, shaking his head. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Oh shut up- you act like you’re ugly or something-“

“Well I mean-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Zabel.”

“Yes ma'am.” He replied with a chuckle.

God he drove you absolutely nuts, but you’d never have it any other way.

“I love you.” You whispered

And the man, who you’d never even planned on, who came into your life at the perfect time and showed you how great love could be, replied with a simple

“I love you more”

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raayllum · 8 months

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you blessed us with your overprotective callum hcs, so now i must ask...

girlfriend of the year rayla. smitten rayla. rayla, guardian of her scrunkly little guy.

but srsly your headcanons have me ASCENDING

Rayla is the embodiment of "excuse me he asked for no pickles" especially since Callum is more laid back / diplomatic in nature (most of the time) so he's more willing to roll over like "no no it's fine" all apologetically whereas Rayla's more "no it absolutely is not fine" when accommodations or whatever gets messed up

Rayla gently teasing him but also patiently him learn more elvish tongues, particularly Moonshadow (even if his accent is terrible at first) since it's a whole new alphabet

He never stops being a night owl so Rayla will bring him another cup of tea and give him a goodnight kiss before she goes to bed herself. However if she wakes up later and he's still not in bed she is not above outright picking him up (or carefully carrying him, if he's nodded off) and bringing him to bed outright

She's still not a huge fan of water (so they don't bathe together often once they're officially a couple again) but she'll pull up a stool and let him recite his ocean poems to her and wash his hair for him (he loves it)

She also just loves running her fingers through his hair whenever she can

If Ezran alone can't get Callum to do something (have fun) then Rayla and Ezran almost always can, and it's always for the better

Adjusting his scarf for him all the time and picking feathers out of his hair that he's missed

For that matter she regularly keeps tabs on his belongings (esp when they're rushing) because she knows he can be scatter brained or particularly tunnel visioned (forgetting the bread in 1x06, Bait in a few instances, etc) and she doesn't want him to forget anything important. "Wait, almost forgot-" or "Where is my-?" quickly followed by a "Thanks Rayla" is a regular occurrence

On that note he also has a tendency to forget to eat sometimes so Rayla will tuck snacks into her vest / in Stella's portals for safe keeping so she can give him one or drop one off when she thinks he needs it

She will regularly steal his scarf just to wear it, esp on days they have to be apart for whatever reason, and/or pull him in by the scarf for kisses quite often (and is super flustered whenever he uses that trick on her)

Lots of muttering "Dork" under her breath with a smile and fond eye rolling whenever he's doing something sappy or silly or shameless, and she wouldn't have it any other way

She is always the more physically affectionate of the two, reaching for his hand first and entwining their fingers, gently touching his face and jaw, a hand on his shoulder in celebration or comfort, initiating hugs, etc. She knows, particularly after her absence, it brings twice the amount of reassurance and relief to him that he's not alone now

Callum is the only person she'll sing/hum around for, simply because he caught her singing quietly to Stella once and she can't say no to him to anything, really, even if she's always a little bit embarrassed when she sings (except to their kids, one day)

Watching him be good with the palace kids or Stella makes her melt into a puddle of goo every time, he's just so sweet and she can't resist

She loves to rest her hand on his chest and also knows it's a pretty good way to calm him down, whether he's stuttering or having a panic attack. Like a gentle touch and kiss and a "Hey, you got this" for reassurance before he settles (like the 3x09 handhold)

Her rubbing ointment on some of the injuries he gets over the course of the two wars (mostly on his back where it's harder to reach) and helping him do stretches to help manage the physical pain

Holding his hand in her hands and stroking her thumbs over his cheeks just to appreciate him and calm him down from nightmares/panic attacks, making sure he has time and space to recover and verbally lashing anyone who makes an unwelcome comment about any of it

Rayla thinks he is the most handsome pretty boy in the world and she loves telling him that because he gets so goofy and playfully smug about it / she gets regularly distracted during important meetings and discussions, sometimes, by just how good looking he is (particularly at parties involving formal wear)

She is very protective of both Ezran and Callum with her "terrified of Sol Regem until he insults/threatens her boy" protective scowl glare energy. This makes her clash with Runaan at first because she will not tolerate any slander, but eventually he gets the message

On the rare occasions he doesn't open up right away (which is definitely more prevalent post-arc 2) Rayla will just sit and stand there and wait patiently, gazing intently but kindly until he feels like speaking. And just like in canon, even when she knows what's bothering him (2x07 / 4x07) from the start, she still lets him get all his thoughts out before she provides a counter or reassurance, since she knows he needs to get it off his chest first

Just once for their anniversary Rayla tries to write Callum a love poem with a little sketch. They're both pretty terrible. He loves them anyway

Rayla finding any and all excuses to weave little braids into his hair because it's a common sign of courtship for elves, even if the wind will just blow them away when he goes flying

She tends to lead while they dance bc it lets him actually relax and not have to worry about messing up, so he can actually enjoy himself when he dances

She knows he loves puzzles and surprises so sometimes she'll leave notes / a tiny scavenger hunt and just watch as he's so delighted to solve each clue one by one (and usually ends up being a picnic or date she's set up for the two of them / a kiss. He's equally happy with both)

Sometimes she comes home to find Callum curled up on the couch with their baby curled up on his chest, both fast asleep, and Rayla just leans against the doorway and wonders how she got so lucky that this is her life

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cebwrites · 1 year

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Hi Cev!!!!! Kinda going off of the group chat last night, I would like to humbly request some wedding headcanons for Ace and any other characters you’re brain rotting for 🥰💖✨ It can be sfw or nsfw, go nuts 😘

a/n: you know i got you bestieeee <33

wedding headcannons (Ace, Law)

gn reader, masc reader (law) he/they law word count: 0.9k

Ace

He's having a big blow-out wedding for his beloved (either on ol' Pop's dime or paid with treasure he's pirated on his own adventures) and planning NONE of it, not if his love or Deuce can help it, anyway

Ace's instructions are firmly to show up on time, look hot, and get married - frankly he's more than fine with that so long as he gets to have his tits out at the ceremony

It's not like Ace doesn't want to help out with the organizing, the décor, the thises and thats; but you're also well aware that kind of minutia drives him up the wall, and Ace is grateful that he doesn't have to agonize over what the hell French Pink is and why is that comparable to salmon the fish (oh, Ace...)

It's the happiest day of his life, he's getting married to the person of his dreams!! You could tar and feather him - though a little uncomfortable and itchy and worried about the mess it'd leave on your outfit - and Ace would still be grinning ear to ear, sopping wet with muck at the altar

So really Ace is content with just sitting pretty, getting his face beat on the day of, and promptly ruining all that makeup by absolutely destroying the buffet table with his brothers

He also can and will fully bawl once the minister (Pops) announces that y'all are officially married, Ace held back and stiffed his lip through the vows but now that the knot is tied and you're all his (as if you weren't before), he's hugging you like his life depends on it and thanking you over and over for loving someone like him

Please dip this man low and kiss him sweet and carry him bridal style past the threshold he deserves it

In the modern universe, I think Ace would be the kind of person to get hammered right after high school and have a Vegas Elvis wedding with one of his friends before he's yelled at to get it annulled by the only responsible person in his friend group after a week of finding this the most hilarious thing on planet earth

He'd also maybe elope to get away from it all and then come back with your arm proudly around his waist and a big fat wedding band like "hi we got married it was great soz you couldn't come tho 💔"

Law

Trafalgar D. Water Law, as he is in the present, has no interest in marriage - between escaping Sabaody with their tails between their legs from admirals, to once again staring death down in the face of Big Mom and Kaido, they don't have the time to breathe let alone THINK about marriage

Being with their lover in the little moments of respite that he gets with him, holding him close and knowing that everyone on their ship is safe and alive, is already more than Law fearfully asks the malevolent fates for every single night

They have, however, officiated at least a handful of them

Law vividly remembers the morning that Penguin and Shachi came into their room nervous but obviously trying to hide their elation, they remember you playfully telling his childhood friends that this'd better be important if they were bold enough to disturb what little rest Law managed to get, sleep made your voice deeper than usual but the threat was betrayed by your bemusement - and then the warmth that quickly spread throughout the moderate little room you and Law cohabitated in the Tang when Shachi shakily announced that him and Penguin intended to get married, and how they both wanted their captain to officiate it

Law was happy for the boys but still grumbled underneath their breath about this being something that could wait until he'd gotten out of bed, a comment you pinched their cheek for in return; the ceremony was filled with raucous laughter, celebration, and joy between the newlyweds and their Heart-bound family

They gladly officiate a few more within the crew; some older members renewing their vows, the sheer force of Ikkaku's grin when she picked up her wife and spun her on the dancefloor - how Law's eyes were trained on you when you basked in the lovers' unbidden mirth

Law was up front about their intentions from the start with you, mentioning that a cushy picket fence life with 2.5 kids and a family pet just wasn't in the cards for them and these were the conditions for spending his life with yours; when you answer with relief and understanding, they're convinced you're The One just that much more

Maybe not now, maybe not any time soon and definitely still a hard no to parenting, but perhaps some time far in the future the cards would foresee a husband for them - and by god Law's hoping it's you because darling, you're perfect

In the modern universe they'd enter a civil union with their partner after close to a decade of living comfortably together - Law may or may not cry into his shoulder after it fully settles in on the car ride home staring at this little certificate that shows that their little partnership actually, you know, has to be recognized by the law

Pun intended, and he's thwacking you with the binder of documents later when you point that out

Bonus: Sabo is absolutely a bridezilla, no I will not be elaborating <3

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genshin-impact-writings · 2 years

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HCs for Childe, Ayato and Diluc proposing to their s/o? 😍🥰

Thank you so much for your request, I love writing stuff like that. I hope you like what I came up with. <3

Characters: Childe, Ayato, Diluc

Them proposing to their s/o (gn!reader)

Childe/Tartaglia

Childe has thought about getting married once or twice but it’s not like it’s his top priority, at least not now. However, he found himself thinking about it more often after the two of you got into a serious relationship because he actually can see himself spending his life with you. You’re his better half, and being with you makes him incredibly happy.

At first, he considered asking you after a fancy date night but he didn’t want you to feel obligated to say Yes, so he changed his mind about that pretty quickly and decided to propose in a more private environment instead. He prepares your favorite food, gets you a bunch of your favorite flowers and tries his best to set a nice atmosphere overall, maybe with a few candles, but nothing too cheesy or over-the-top because that’s just not his cup of tea.

When it comes to the proposal itself, Childe tries to act tough and play it cool but you probably know him well enough to realize that there’s something going on. He refuses to tell you though because he wants it to be a surprise but it’s really hard for him not to blurt out the question right away. He’s both nervous and excited and can’t sit still for one second which is something that could make you a bit suspicious.

Childe is really self-confident most of the time but when it comes to his proposal and he gets down on one knee, he’s a blushing mess. It actually surprises him that he manages to get a word out because his heart is pounding like mad and his brain is completely empty. If someone asked him what he said to you later on, it’s likely that he can’t even remember since he was just so incredibly nervous.

Once you say Yes, he wraps his arms around you and peppers your face with kisses. In that moment, he’s absolutely sure that he’s the happiest man in the world.

Kamisato Ayato

For the head of the Kamisato Clan, it has always been out of the question that he has to get married at some point. It’s his duty to consolidate the clan’s fortune and Ayato definitely doesn’t take his responsibilities lightly. However, he always feared that he’d have to marry a stranger, someone he didn’t care about, so he’s incredibly thankful that he has the opportunity to marry someone he truly loves.

Ayato is well aware that he’s a public figure and that there are quite a few people who want to know everything about his private life, but he still makes sure that no one (except Ayaka and Thoma, maybe) knows about his plan to propose to you. Of course, he knows that he has to announce his engagement to the public at some point but until then, it’s a special moment that belongs to him and you only.

The proposal itself is rather simple. While Ayato is definitely really good with words and knows how to deliver great speeches, he’s well aware that this is not the right moment for that. Besides, you deserve more than him oozing charm and sweet-talking, so he opts for an honest declaration of his feelings instead before he pulls out the ring and pops the question to you. He’s confident that you’ll say Yes but that doesn’t mean he’s not nervous because he definitely is (although he hides it quite well).

It makes him incredibly happy when you agree to marry him, that’s for sure. He can’t stop smiling for the rest of the day (and longer, even) and suggests celebrating your engagement with Ayaka, Thoma and the rest of your friends soon because it’s definitely something worth celebrating (and honestly, he just wants to brag about his beautiful fiancé).

Diluc

To be honest, getting married or starting a family was never Diluc’s first priority, primarily because he never expected to fall in love in the first place. But with you, he can actually picture himself settling down, although he’d probably never quit being the Darknight Hero and protecting Mondstadt.

Since he’s not a big fan of public attention, he would never propose to you with other people around. He prefers a quieter and more intimate atmosphere for such an important event, hence why he most likely decides to spend a nice day at Dawn Winery with you, maybe going for a walk at the vineyard and a nice candlelight dinner in the evening where he plans to pop the question to you.

As for the ring, I can picture Diluc proposing with an heirloom, maybe a ring that belonged to his mother or something along those lines. To him, it’s a way to show you that you’re a part of his family, no matter what. With someone else, it would have been tough for him to give his mother’s ring away but with you, it just feels natural. He doesn’t mind at all, and in fact, just the thought of you wearing this ring makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You wouldn’t expect it but he’s incredibly nervous when it comes to the proposal itself. He’s not good with words, especially when it comes to expressing his own feelings, and he’s also not a big fan of speeches, so better don’t expect him to deliver a flashy declaration of his undying love for you or anything like that. It’s a rather simple proposal but that doesn’t make it any less genuine.

You can clearly see the relieve in his eyes when you agree to marry him. You could swear he even has tears in his eyes as he looks down at the ring on your finger but of course, he’d never admit that. He’s just so incredibly happy and thankful that you really want to spend your life with someone like him and will most likely pull you in for a kiss or two.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging and/or giving me some feedback. I'd appreciate the support. <3

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blocksruinedme · 5 months

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(hi there! sorry if this is disrespectful or anything, feel free to delete this ask! i was just concerned because in the comments of jimmy's recent videos, it seems that he might make a video reacting to fanfictions...

very concerning! especially because it seems like he didn't contact the creators of the edits in newest video beforehand. no offense to him, but i genuinely do not trust him to handle fanfiction in a respectful way. he's very hard-working, but he's getting dangerously content-brained!

anyways, the reason i'm sending this ask to you is because you seem to frequent his streams a lot. VERY sorry if this is disrespectful to ask, but if you do attend his next stream, is it ok to ask that you try and send a message in his chat? i would myself, but he streams after midnight where i live T^T i really hope that someone well-versed in the rules of fandom spaces (maybe scott (ｰｰ;) ) can talk him out of it, but i would be very grateful if any chatters could discourage him during his next live.

thank you very much for reading!!)

-a shy chinese anon who experienced the banning of ao3 in china because fans of a celebrity mass-reported an rpf fic to the government :<

(Hey shy anon, I didn't show up until a little after the ban, but I was on the english side of that fandom so i know a lot. my eternal condolences, I'll never stop being upset about what happened!)

It is not at all disrespectful to ask politely, which you have! I am not going to send a message in his chat because it is an absolute hellhole, but people I know have left thoughtful comments on his youtube, which I think is 20x more useful. He sees those in his own time and can think about it. Chat is running nonstop, super fast, you get instant reaction in the chat from all kinds of sorts - seriously i love jimmy and i have nothing against younger people, but holy hell that chat is mostly intolerable to read. Most streams I don't even have it visible. Jimmy has very little time to think in response to chat messages, it can't be nuanced, and the first thing he says is now public record.

Overall, I don't think Jimmy will react to fanfic. If he does (and I've been wrong predicting Jimmy before!), it's going to be something like Wholesome Seablings Adventures. I can not imagine Jimmy reading ship fic - unless I guess it's incredibly pg canon-ship? There's all kinds of "pg youtubers", and Jimmy's more on the Katherine side of thing, appealing to families and genuinely little kids. If you look at the saucy things he lets in, you generally need some real non-pg context for it to feel non-pg. (there's always exceptions)

When people demand he address shipping he tries to say as little as possible. He's been shown nsfw fanart while he was streaming. He knows what is going on and he's not going to touch that. He's thoughtful when it counts, and since these aren't stream reacts, he has time to think hard about what he's actually going to use. So if he did do fanfic, there would be plenty of never seen footage of Jimmy of going "holy moly!" and moving on. When it matters, he is generally thoughtful and respectful.

Like the time he realized he was confused about asexuality (he didn't know about aromanticism) and slowed down to be really careful he didn't say anything accidentally hurtful. (for context shelby is ace but dates and he knows that. look at his poor little face trying to understand.)

Maybe he'll mess up this time, I sure hope not, but I'm not personally freaking out.

Also, exactly one time he opened tumblr on stream, it was the sexyman poll, and he read my reply to the post (i'm the one who called him a wet paper bag of a man, my claim to fame.) I showed up to apologize, he was a sweetheart, and he said this about tumblr, that he knows we want our own private space. He's respectful at heart.

youtube

I am not on tiktok, but until your ask, I'll admit it never occurred to me he might contact the creators before reacting. Thinking on it, I guess I think of TikTok like youtube, where it is loudly tossed out at the whole world for attention, but I'm not on TikTok.

And why do I think ao3 is different? Well, I have no coherent answer besides "vibes" and "more contained audience" and "everyone knows everyone is on youtube and tiktok".

Here are some more Jimmy clips I've wanted to share on tumblr for one reason or another.

In the end, I have been hyperfixating on this man for sixteen months and I believe it'll be okay. If I'm wrong, well. We'll make it through this, gang. We'll take care of each other and keep going. Nothing's stopped us yet!

If you want to say something to Jimmy, leave a yt comment, don't go into his stream, please, not there, you'll just provoke people and he might have to respond to that, please

Everyone out there who read ao3 not logged in - go log in, people are locking things.

People on ao3, lock or don't lock, as you see fit!

(also joel lizzie and oli did fanfic readings/reenactments/whatever years ago, including writing their own snippets, i got through like 90 seconds of one, youtube at your own risk.)

#me #answering asks #god do i want to tag this a bunch #i want people to worry less but i don't want antis #i'll tag the shippers #there we go #welcome to vee's thought process when they stay up too late writing jimmy fic #trafficshipblr #empireshipping #trafficshipping #traffic shipping #shipping #empires shipping

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Sprry for just answerimg a smoll part of thr ask my brain is m u s h rn (i jist woke up)

OH DANG but I love that idea about the maids and such in the castle! Demons that messed up so bad, now Barb keeps them at the castle to work??? What was that about not giving into the darkness???? lk;asdfkjlfd

that castle is huge and full of monsters. you can't tell me only lil D's and Barb & Dia live there. where are the guards ? the other workers?? little D's are more like silly children adopted by Barb- y'know when a family has debts to pay so the child goes to work at the castle

like that except there is no debt to pay they just want that lol

anyway so there are possibly more people in the castle, and Barb really doesn't.. do work that much. he mostly just bakes for Diavolo & when there are celebrations or other important things happening. that huge castle does not have one small kitchen istg the HOL's kitchen looks bigger 😭 and he also checks on the other worker's works, I prefer to think his duties are like Dia's. Diavolo is a very busy demon*, so he mostly does the work with people, and brings Justice™ to Devildom. ofc there are things Diavolo has to be present for, but most of the things are done either by Barbatos or people he chose (in different parts of the country, not everyone can meet the duke or the Prince himself.)

alright back on track I think the workers who work "above the ground" in castle are normal people/or "light" criminals or slaves left from war times (poor guys lol)

but lower, in the dangerous/more private parts of the castle like the dungeons or Diavolo's private garden The workers are poor souls who forgot everything they were. they're not allowed in the public unless its their body. I don'y think anyone truly knows if they've messed up so bad or Diavolo. just. just wanted them to work for him. cause theyre pretty perhaps?

And Barbatos is here to grant any of the young Lord's wishes.

*I still haven't thought of why Dia would be so damn busy I may even remove that part but its cool to think about. maybe he is still learning and chose Barb to do such things cause Barbatos knows all, and is trustable. idk really. but we know Dia is a spoiled brat so ?? maybe thats whats happening.

I really have to agree, there's no way Barbatos maintains that huge place by himself, demon or not. I've always headcanoned that he has a whole crew of helpers and guards and so on.

I also imagine the castle's kitchen to be absolutely ginormous. And he probably has a whole crew of cooks, too.

I like to think most of them don't live at the castle, though. Like they just work there and come and go and have varying shifts. Uhh but that's if they're just normal people and not criminals lol!

I suppose whether or not they actually did something terrible has to do with how deranged you want Diavolo to be. Like if he was really kinda off the deep end, he could absolutely just obtain people he thinks are pretty and for no other reason. That's real villain behavior generally speaking. But if you want him to be a little less that way, you could say they were criminals. Then at least there's a legit reason for it, even if the punishment is a bit intense... they are demons, so really there's a lot of ways you can go with it!

As for Diavolo being busy, I'm pretty sure it's canon that he is. I suspect it has to do with all of the crap that comes with ruling a kingdom. Paperwork, diplomatic meetings, making appearances at various functions, consulting with experts on things like constructions projects and the economy, and if Diavolo also has his own company in the human world, he likely needs to make appearances at meetings there, too... I'm just saying his canon job is extremely demanding. And then add RAD stuff to all that? Sheesh.

But this is one of the best parts of the castle stuff - they don't really get into a lot of detail about it. So you get to fill in all the details however you like!

#anyway these are just my thoughts lol #obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #expressionless-fr #cc mutuals #misc answers

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Okay people, here we go:

Baldy's Book Club

Episode 1: "Into the Storm"

By Taylor Anderson, Book 1 of the Destroyermen series.

Okay, so, on the recommendation of my most esteemed mutual @frogblast-the-ventcore , I have been coerced to read the Destroyermen series, and post my thoughts about them as I do.

So, for part 1, here we go. I'm going to assume those of you reading have read the book, cause if you haven't, you should be going to buy it, right now. I mean it.

First and foremost, this book was written by a ww2 nerd, for ww2 nerds, and by god does it show. Taylor Anderson is a professor of history, and it shines through in every part of the book. From the technical details of the USS Walker, to the shortcomings of the Mk. 14 torpedo, to the attitudes, lives, and habits (both good and bad) of a 1942 Asiatic fleet destroyerman. Speaking of which, call me Dean Kamen, cause that's a perfect segway to talk about

The Characters

To begin with, do not expect a normal person's assessment of these characters. Expect a Normal™ person's view of them.

First: Captain Matthew Reddy. Oh my lord this man. He's an absolute mess, knows it, and yet cannot let that show, because, well he's stranded in an alternate universe with humanoid lemurs and sapient velociraptors. In my head, he's got total divorced dad energy going on, 30-something going on 50 because of stress, greying at the temples but still hot in a DILF kind of way, not overly muscular, and with one hell of a voice. (I'll admit the audio book colored my perception, but it's a fantastic audio book so I don't care.)

Next, Chack-Sab-At, the biggest and most baddass guyfailure to ever live. "Oh, I'm a pacifist" then the very second that an enemy without moral repercussions comes along he's all "I love violence and killing and murder and death and injuring people and blood and biting and cutting and-" like, seriously, dude says he's a pacifist before turning around and becoming Furry Doomguy.

Next, Dennis Silva, he-who-was-told-not-to-fuck-the-monkey-cats-but-did-it-anyway. Moving on,

There's literally more I love about the characters than I want to sit here and type out, so I'm going to cut it short, but Oh My God these characters are A+.

Next, I just want to touch on something these books made me feel. A lot of times, as an USAmerican with an actual brain, I can get bogged down in the fucked-up shit my country has done and feel like I can't celebrate what makes the US cool without making it sound like I'm excusing all the bad stuff, but this book kinda made me stop for a minute and go "man, the US is kinda fucking rad, when you think about it." Because, you know what? It is. Yeah, we've done fucked up shit, but we've also done some pretty awesome stuff. For every My Lai Massacre, there's a moon landing. For every Trail of Tears, there's a Berlin Airlift. Sometimes, it's okay to take a moment and just go "Fuck yeah, guys. Were pretty cool." Because this book really makes you feel that, at least it did to me, but I'll get off my red, white and blue high horse and keep going.

Alright, now we come to the part that I need to get out...

THE BRITISH EAST INDIA COMPANY

Literally everywhere in my life, I am haunted and stalked by the specter of a long-dead megacorporation. In every piece of media, in every topic I research, no matter what, they're there. As the Frogman quoted from me in a meme a while back "I'm being haunted by the ghost of English imperialism". What the fuck? Anyway, if you wanna chat about the book, please do, because I am at terminal levels of Fandom.

Anyway, if you want to read along for the next Baldy's Book Club, we'll be reading Crusade, the next book in the Destroyermen series.

(P.S. Frogman, I know this review isn't very good, but my brain is soup rn so this is whatchu get.

#Baldy's Book Club #destroyermen

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I just LOVE your spitdash, the way you draw them (as much as the rest of your art, it’s amazing❤️‍🩹) And I'm wondering what was their first kiss like? Who took the initiative?

Oh god there are so many possibilities. But one of my fave hcs and 'main' AU for them is that it was actually Rainbow who took initiative.

I love to think Rainbow and Spitfire got along super well and became very close, even with their respective roles and power imbalance within the Wonderbolts. Same interests, same energy. Both appreciate each other's traits and both didn't expect to get along with the other that well.

Spitfire lets down her guard a bit too much and allows herself to be closer to Rainbow than she usually would (not romantically, just friendship-wise. She's still her captain all things considered). Because she didn't meet anyone yet that could match her in energy, adrenaline-seeking and interests. Plus I think she absolutely adores how unhinged and sometimes weird and quirky Rainbow can be.

So regarding the first kiss, I love that Rainbow's initial admiring crush of her celebrity turns into her falling intensely for Spitty, once she gets to know Spitfire more privately. Spitfire doesn't open up to anyone just like that. Her fascination grows, especially when they're alone, and Rainbow starts to sometimes sink into this almost dream-like state where she turns her surrounding off and feels her emotions so intensel. She doesn't really register half of what Spitfire's saying and just takes it all in. And within one of those dream states, she is starting to be completely lost in Spitfire's eyes and smile and then just... goes for it. Her brain is turned off. She solely follows her intense need to kiss her and barely registers what she's doing.

Until she separates and reality immediately crashes back in again. Both shocked. Rainbow a stuttering, apologizing mess, red as a tomato. And Spitfire clearly overwhelmed because she somehow did not see that coming. The kiss could have been anywhere, really. Them lying on the grass, on a cloud. Spending time somewhere and just sitting next to each other. Anything where the other team members aren't there.

I LOVE Rainbow falling victim to her desires and that being the catalyst for their romance starting (or at least the emotional turmoil). She's not good with being patient and holding back. On the other hand, I don't see Spitfire initiating anything because she values the WBs rules too much and wants to be an actual good role model. She isn't just the Wonderbolt's captain, she is the Wonderbolts - in the public eye at least. She represents them the most as their leader. Ethically ambiguous choices aren't her thing (at least in this main AU, there are definitely others where she could initiate).

Lastly I just love an inner struggle with both of them. Spitfire definitely has some feelings for Rainbow already once they kiss - and may be aware of them or not. But she definitely knows she can't date anyone within the team for a bazillion reasons. So she deals not only with her emotions, which now definitely came to surface, but also how to handle the interaction with Rainbow after the kiss.

I don't want to get into it too much (because this is already too long) but I also adore that Spitfire would in turn initiate their second kiss, which I imagine as a lot more passionate than the first, rather cute one. After the embarrassment, shame and guilt of her actions, Rainbow definitely won't go for a second one.

Listen there is so much potential for conflict and pining and I love it so so much....

#they are killing me in the best way possible #I love them #SO MUCH!!!!!#spitdash #spitfire #rainbow dash #mlp #ask chim

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this may be a weird request and feel free to ignore this if you're not comfortable doing it for whatever reason but I saw the request with a British S/O and I thought how about main 8 with a Jewish S/O? Being Jewish myself I just wanna see some S/O representation cuz there's almost 0 in the hetalia fandom and it'd make my week ❤️ ty in advance 😭 (this was longer than I meant it to be ahh sorryyy)

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Jewish S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Scenario ~ A/N omg this is not a weird request at all!!! Im very happy to do this one!!!! Recently i have been seriously considering converting but idk wher to start fjkhjf sorry for taking so long!! PLS LET ME KNOW IF I SAID ANYTHING INACCURATE DEAR LORD

Trigger Warning: Religious stuff obviously, other than that just Fluff!

Alfred supports and loves you completely! His country was supposed to be a land of religious freedom, and he will defend that right to his death, goddamnit!

He has some basic knowledge of the Jewish faith, but most of the information he’s been told is horribly Christianized. A lot of is inaccurate, but rarely downright offensive. So when you correct him, he’ll end up asking a million follow-up questions. Maybe just bring him next time along you go to synagogue…

Now, anyone whose friends with him, is gonna know just as much as he does. If any religious thing gets brought up, he’s immediately trying to educate the rest of them on Judaism. It’s cute but… he’s also maybe a bit too enthusiastic. It’s like trivia night but the trivia is just things you’ve told him about your faith.

As happy as he is to spend time relaxing during Shabbat, he may get a little antsy… and a little annoying. It’s probably all that capitalist wiring messing up his brain, he’ll get used to it eventually.

Arthur has never delved deep into any religion since… well… not since the BCs. So your religion plays no part in his feelings towards you, he’d love you the same no matter what.

Even if he develops some affection for your faith, it’s unlikely he’ll be open to converting. Nothing personal, he supports you completely, it’s just… he’s just found that being religious leads to much more conflict than he prefers.

But… if you want a wedding soon, he’s all in from the start. His country is known for their weddings, remember? And now the two of you will have to somehow throw the biggest Jewish wedding in the whole of Europe. Under your guidance, of course. Really, it’s just that Arthur wants to prove something about the two of you. But at least your family will have fun. Maybe.

Most of the holidays you celebrate, he won’t join in on unless you beg. He tells you it’s because he’s a protestant (he’s not,) but really he just feels like he’s intruding on your culture. But the days spent deliberately relaxing, doing nothing but eating traditional food? He can get behind those pretty easily.

Francis sees your Jewishness as nothing more than another fascinating piece in the painting that you are. If something is important to you, it’ll become important to him too!

Depending on your devotion level, he’ll try to support you as much as possible. But if your life revolves around your faith, he may get a little concerned. I mean, being devoted is great! But your health and safety should come first as well. At least, that’s what he believes.

He himself, subscribes to no religion. Throughout the centuries, he’s passed from one to another, even being Jewish for a decade or two! But… that was also in the 200s… and he didn’t really commit. But if you want him to commit this time, he is absolutely ready to.

Oh, and the holidays? He would love to join you in observing them. Even the one which involve worship, he’ll happily do it as well, if you would want him to. He’ll even make a bunch of food to bring! Having such a strong community is something that’s really important to him, so he’d love to share that with you.

Whatever you believe in, it makes no difference to Yao. As long as you don’t think he’s going to hell, he’s cool with it… oh, you don’t believe there is a hell? Even better then!

He has seen many different belief systems rise and fall, so he’s never been that religious himself. The only thing he’s ever truly believed in were the things taught to him at birth, and even then he questions. But whatever makes sense to you, he’ll go along with it as well.

If you’re uber-devoted, it’s one of the main things he admires about you. It shows your courage and the strength of your ethics. Both traits he shares with you! Just… about different things. But if you’re not super into your faith, that’s totally fine too. That just means he doesn’t have to do as much.

As much as he loves taking things slow and enjoying the little things in life, he’s quite the workaholic at heart. After a few Shabbat weekends, he’s itching to just spend time working on his home projects. All of which are… pretty intense.

This is absolutely wonderful! Ivan would love a Jewish S/O, as he really respects the religion and culture surrounding it.

Surprisingly, for an Orthodox Christian, he’s very familiar with the faith. Especially its history with his own religion. He rationalizes the differences between you as simply different ways to worship the same thing. Whether or not that’s accurate is up for debate, but either way, he supports you fully.

He’d love to observe Shabbat with you! Setting aside time, specifically just to enjoy the peaceful, domestic beauties of life… he completely understands why this would be a holy practice. He’s a little upset his own people haven’t caught onto that yet… why doesn’t everyone do that?

He’s… very enthusiastic about the concept of marrying you. Regardless of whether his church approves or your synagogue, he believes you two can mix traditions and have the most wonderful wedding. After all, nothing about the two of you is conventional in the first place!

While Feliciano may be devout himself to another religion, he has nothing but love in his heart for yours. Your differences only bring you two closer!

Always the romantic, he’s already planning your wedding in his head. And he wants it to completely align with your faith’s traditions! He’s had plenty of his own weddings before now, so he’d love to make it special for you and your family. He’s been saving just for a grand wedding like that!

Considering how strongly Catholic he is, he knows quite a lot about Jewish history. Religion has always been one of his little fascinations… so he’s very enthusiastic about learning about your faith. He’ll be a little awkward at first, not knowing which questions are ok to ask, but eventually, he’ll figure it out.

If you ask him to, he’ll observe some holidays with you, but most of the time he goes out of his way not to. Just in the same way that he tries not to involve you in his own practices. He doesn’t want you to feel like he’s overwriting your faith, and he’s careful not to intrude. He’s a bit overly sensitive in that way, but it means well.

While Ludwig himself does not care for religion, he respects your devotion greatly! Your beliefs harm no one, so he’ll happily support you in any way you ask of him.

Frankly, he’d probably be the most likely person on this list to convert. It reminds him of the faith his rulers have tried to instil in him, but in a more peaceful and traditional way that appeals to him. It wouldn’t take much of a push to get him all in-

Even if he doesn’t convert, he’s still nothing but happy to come along with anything you bring him to. He’ll be a little awkward, feeling out of place, at the start. But as long as you’re inviting him, he might as well get as much experience as he can!

Regardless of his current convictions, he’s unlikely to join you in observing any of the less vital holidays and practices. He’s still young for a nation and he’s quite the workaholic, so he’s always running from one place to the next. But if you get him to settle down and connect with himself more spiritually, it’d probably do him some good.

Kiku trusts you completely, so whatever religion you believe in, he’ll be right there beside you. Not in converting, per se, but he’ll gladly join you in any open celebrations or gatherings!

He shows his support for your beliefs in a… very Kiku way. He won’t bring it up often, but he’ll do a ton of research on his own time. You never have to remind him when an important holiday is coming up! He knows. And don’t worry, he’s got everything you need already. But will he come to synagogue with you? Well… maybe.

Frankly, I can’t imagine him being a marriage person. If that’s what you want, he’s totally up for it, but don’t expect him to do much planning himself. The one gripe he might have is just that he wants a small wedding… so hopefully, you do too.

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Between twitter and reddit the latter is worse by miles. Every time I'm on that site the front page gives me brain damage.

I'm not saying Reddit doesn't suck, it absolutely does. I just visited the front page while logged out and it's a mess. But I still think Twitter is worse, for several reasons:

Twitter seems way more addictive. This is a felt sense and I admittedly don't have hard data to back it up, but it seems like in my circle, a bunch of people (inc. me) stopped using Reddit years ago, but these same people are still on Twitter despite complaining about it.

Contributing to this is the fact that celebrities and famous members of the Other Tribe are there, which is not true on Reddit. You can argue plenty on Reddit, but you know you're just arguing with Internet randos, and so it is ultimately pointless and unrewarding, which I think contributes to the lack of addictiveness. By contrast, on Twitter you can fool yourself into thinking that your mic drops on MTG or Taylor Lorenz or Glenn Greenwald or whoever are really changing the course of history; that lottery ticket keeps people coming back.

The downvote system on Reddit certainly has flaws, particularly how it enables groupthink, but it does keep the most rancid of takes from getting more exposure. By contrast, Twitter has no mechanism to halt the virality of bad takes -- indeed, the whole problem with QRTs is that the worse a post is, the wider it's likely to spread because everyone QRTs it to dunk on it; it supercharges the bad takes instead of burying them

This is an uncomfortably elitist point, but I nonetheless think it's true-- Twitter is worse because all the important people are there. The world is facing a bunch of dire challenges, and we need our political and intellectual leaders to be rising to the challenge-- and instead they're all driving each other insane on Twitter while it eats their brains for engagement. You may have seen studies recently indicating that political polarization is worse among the high-income, high-education (and implicitly, high-influence) people than it is in general-- which is an unprecedented situation: generally elites are way more unanimous than the general public. This is really bad, because it torches possibilities for the kind of compromise and cooperation which has to get sold to the public to get anything done, and I do think Twitter carries a large share of the blame.

#cetero twitter delenda est

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Landslide - Eddie Munson X Henderson! OC

“How does it feel to be back?”

“Feels like if Alice went back to Wonderland as an adult, Everything is familiar but it all feels distorted, like something evil is waiting in the shadows to swallow me whole.”

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, smoking mention.

MASTERLIST // SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

“Fucking Shitsticks!”

It is a well known fact of the universe that eyeliner was an invention solely created to destroy the world, or more specifically, Rose’s morning routine. Everything about this morning had been nothing short of traumatic, 6.30 am was celebrated with the grating sound of Hawkins FM blaring in her ears waking her up with Madonna, because of course it did.

What followed included an ice cold shower, not being able to decide on an outfit and her Walkman batteries deciding to kick the bucket.

Her makeup abandoned she scooped up her headset and marched her way into Dustin’s room almost making him fall from his desk chair. “Dusty where are the batteries ?” surveying the scene before her she noticed that he was messing with cerebro, meaning he was talking to Suzie, after a failed attempt to hide what he was doing, and a weak attempt at protest Rose grappled with the microphone connected to the super radio and made a polite “Hi Suzie” before turning to Dustin, her face the picture of unimpressed, “Batteries Dustin!!”

The honk of Steve’s car met with perfect timing as Rose slid the final battery into place before she grabbed her Sex Pistols denim jacket and sped out the door with a hug and “Love you!” for her mom and a pet for Tews.

The car ride managed to cheer her up, but only slightly as Rosemary found nothing more amusing than ripping the shit out of Steve Harrington and his relationship drama.

“Then there's Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she's going out of state for college. So its like, do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex?”

“There really are no ends to your whoredom are there Harrington?”

Steve was clearly trying to ignore the redhead in the back seat of his car but the look he shot her through the rear view screamed ‘Fuck You Henderson’.

“Robin, are you listening?!”

Robin was absolutely not listening, Robin was too busy trying to apply her mascara, a step Rose had forgotten that day, and and keep up with Steve’s whining at the same time.

“Uh, Yes?”

“What did I just say?”

“Something about sex with Linda.”

This was the moment that Rose let out the most exaggerated groan she could think of and flopped over to lay her head on the window. She was repeating senior year because when the abuse from her dad got so bad she eventually dropped out of her final semester, she hated that she had to come back to the same type of shitty school that she went to in Phoenix, with the same type of shitty students. Her brain, however couldn’t stay tapped out forever as she managed to be dragged back into the conversation by Steve.

“Look Rosie will agree with me, She returned Fast Times paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?”

The following silence meant that Robin really would rather talk about anything else than what was currently being discussed, but Rose didn’t feel like letting her off the hook, so she sang the obvious that Steve was implying.

“People who like boobies, Robin!”

“Ew! gross. Don't say boobies.”

“Everyone likes boobies Rob, even Vickie.”

Much to Rose’s amusement the talk of boobies didn’t cease until Steve pulled into the parking lot of Hawkins High School and Robin made her great escape into the gym, Rose left Steve with a proper goodbye before stepping out of the car to see Max getting cornered by Ms Kelly, who was well meaning, but the guidance counsellor clearly couldn’t sense that Max would probably stare actual daggers into her chest in that moment if it were possible, so speed running across the lot, almost getting hit by two cars the girl swung her arm around Max’s shoulder and put her escape plan into action.

“Max, Jeez I’ve been looking for you everywhere, oh hi Ms Kelly, anyway so-” by the time Ms Kelly could get a word out the two redheads were already halfway down the gravel path to the gym doors and out of earshot. She could feel Max relax under her arm, grateful for the quick save from the nosy staff member.

“Thanks Ro.”

“Awe don’t mention it, trust me I know she’s pretty full on.”

The truth that only Max and her mother knew was that Rose had also been seeing Ms Kelly over all the shit that her dad put her through when she was growing up.

Letting Max disappear into the stands to meet up with Mike and Dustin, Rose climbed up the back of the stands to meld into the crowd. She locked eyes with Robin who was standing next to Vickie looking like she was going to vomit, or pass out, or both. Rose had just enough time to squeeze her hands in a weird groping motion in the air, mouthing ‘boobies’ to Robin who flipped her the bird and refused to look at her for the rest of the pep rally. Rose settled into the corner at the top of the bleachers to wait the rally out, she popped two Tylenol to help curb the mounting pain she could feel building behind her eyes and slipped her freshly juiced up Walkman over her ears, letting Stevie Nicks' voice carry her mind away from basketball and cheerleaders and everything else that was happening right now, it was just her and the music.

Cafeteria food was another level of disgusting and so Rosemary tried to avoid it at all costs, so on a normal day her diet consisted of snacks and cigarettes until she could make it home to eat something real, this meant that most of her lunch period was often spent people watching, or more specifically, Eddie Munson watching. After she met his gaze that day at her job he had slowly but surely been running marathons through her head, I mean what could she say, he’s hot as fuck but genuinely seems like a nice person, even a little shy.

She wasn’t one to be disillusioned, she knew she was attractive, those Henderson genes apparently decided to have a little bit of mercy on the girl growing up and even though her skin was littered with freckles, moles and other ‘imperfections’ she was still a good looking girl, which was possibly why Eddie managed to make a bit of a fool of himself every time he has seen her since that day. Sure they would talk every time Eddie came in to the video store but they had yet to actually hang out, but all the same it was clear as crystal that they were both infatuated with each other, about as infatuated as you could be with someone who was almost a stranger.

While lunchroom fiascos were not nearly as common as the movies would have you believe any commotion that did happen in the halls of Hawkins High almost always had Eddie Munson’s name written on it, and today was apparently no different as Rose heard the sound of stomping feet hitting cafeteria table and Eddie’s ranting and raving from the corner of the room where she sat with Robin. His eccentricities never failed to make her smile, and his silly little imitation of the devil even managed to draw a laugh from her, which didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, he only just managed to throw a wink at the redhead while praying he didn’t look like he was seizing before he sat back down with his lackeys, Mike and Dustin included.

“You really drooling over Munson again?” Robin’s voice rang with smugness that Rose met with a playful smack to the head and a half hearted ‘Eat your food’ her eyes never leaving the table where the man in question sat. It was only when Eddie yanked the two youngest members out of the seats they were trying to remain glued to that Rose felt her brow furrow, from this close to them she could tell that he wasn’t trying to be malicious, but it was fun to mess with them all the same. So with her best pissed off look she marched her way over to the trio.

“Munson, want to tell me what you’re doing with my boys?”

All three of them jolted and shivered like they had been electrified, Mike and Dustin had faced three consecutive run ins with the upside down, but even so, Rose was kinda scary when she was mad. Eddie dragged his two unwilling disciples into a slow turn to be met with the unimpressed, cold gaze of the girl who leaned back on the table no one else dared touch, it had been Eddie’s table for the past 6 years.

The collars of both freshman were promptly dropped and Eddie was scrambling for the words, actually scratch that, he was scrambling for any words, because everything that came to mind sounded sinful or completely lovestruck, so he sat there like an idiot with a mouth like a suffocating fish.

“You ok Dusty?” she asked not letting her eyes drift from the man in front of her who was finally managing to compose himself under her gaze.

“Oh, yeah we’re totally cool, Eddie was just joking around, a little roughhousing, isn’t that right Eddie.” Dustin was searching for a way to ease the tension lest his sister and dungeon master start trying to kill each other, because he knew that Eddie would lose, and they had a campaign to finish first.

The friendly but also aggressive smack to the back that punctuated the end of Dustin’s sentence seemed to finally jolt Eddie’s soul back into his body because he managed to recover that charming grin that made Rosemary a little weak at the knees. The smile that graced her face in return was so warm that it was easy for the three boys to let out a small sigh of relief.

“Ok, well mom has book club tonight and Nancy is busy so I’m picking you guys up from Hellfire ok?”

She left them with a ruffle of both boys hair and a fond, if not slightly longing look at Eddie before she left the cafeteria to go to smoke out behind the football field, feeling his eyes following her out.

It took all of 5 minutes before she heard footsteps rustling the leaves that covered the ground surrounding the abandoned picnic bench. Rose let a smile creep up on her face as she stubbed out her cigarette on the edge of the park bench and exhaled the last of the smoke from her lungs.

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out behind the football field.”

The sharp intake of breath immediately let her know that it was in fact Eddie that had followed her out here, and she could feel the prickle of smug pride spark at the base of her chest, Rose made Eddie nervous, and she kinda liked it.

“You learn that for me princess?”

Oh, that was new. She finally turned so she was sitting cross-legged on the table facing the boy who stood at the edge, mere inches away from her.

“You think I read Lord of The Rings just to impress you Munson? That’s extremely presumptuous of you.”

Try as she might the smile that curled around the edges of her lips was inevitable and didn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. In the most courageous move of the afternoon so far Eddie found himself swinging his body around to mirror the girl in front of him.

“Oh definitely not princess, I just didn’t know you could read.”

Rose was almost too focused on the fact that he called her princess that she very nearly missed the light hearted jab, ok so the hottie had wit. The laugh she let out was loud and unintentional, and it made the butterflies in Eddies chest feel like someone had set off fireworks in their pockets.

“I’d be careful Munson, or next time I’ll swap out your Nightmare on Elm Street for Footloose.”

His mock offended look prompted more laughter from the red head, her giggles carving dimples into her cheeks as he continued to clown around, Dustin had clearly smacked some sense into Eddie because he had seemingly finally gotten over himself and decided to talk to his self declared ‘girl of his dreams’.

“So, what brings Princess Henderson out here to the land of the depraved?”

“How do you know I wasn’t looking for you Ser Munson?”

Just the thought of her looking for him, seeking him out and craving to be in his presence made his soul ache, to go from someone who nobody wanted to know to event having the idea that the girl who had consumed his thoughts for months was thinking of him too, it made him want to know everything about her.

Their playful flirting continued until the lunch break ended and the distant ringing of the bell caused the two to break their conversation to return to classes.

“I better go or else Mr Daly is going to hide my body beneath the bleachers if I'm late again.”

Rose got about three paces away before she felt a warm hand grasp her cold one, rings sending a shiver down her spine as she let Eddie twirl her body around and rest her back against the nearest tree. Ordinarily she wouldn’t feel comfortable letting anyone so far into her space so soon but things felt different with him, as sickening cheesy as it sounded she felt safe with Eddie, like he was her person.

“Let me level with you sunshine, I want to see you again, and we need another person for Hellfire tonight because Sinclair has some basketball game, play with us?”

A flush of heat overtook her cheeks as she thought about it, Dustin often came home retelling the epic tales of Eddie’s campaigns and she couldn’t lie and say that she hadn’t dreamed of the day that she would be invited to play. But she couldn’t, not tonight.

“I wish I could, like I really do but since Robin and Steve are going to the game tonight I have to work.”

The disappointment was palpable on Eddie’s face and she hated the feeling that festered in her chest at the way his whole demeanour dropped. Suddenly an idea. She let her fingers snake along either side of his face lifting his eyes to meet hers, choosing not to acknowledge the severe blush that coated his face at her proximity.

“Tonight, after Hellfire, my mom will be asleep super early and Dustin is staying at Mike’s, I’ll leave my window open.”

The lazy smile that graced Eddie’s lips made something deeper curl in her tummy, she could already tell what was running through his head and if she was being honest with herself she couldn’t find it in her heart to disagree.

“We can watch The Evil Dead… or just talk, its up to you, my room is on the ground floor. 11pm, don’t be late.”

She let her last three words ring out as whispers as she leaned into Eddie’s ear leaving him totally starstruck as she finally found the inner strength to walk back to the school, she was absolutely late for class, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

She was too excited for 11.

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