#I’m chewing that shit like bubblegum

[itstimetodrew]

I love seeing characters make the wrong choice. Like logically, morally, whatever. It should be so easy, so obvious, to do something right for once! But they don’t see it or they don’t care. Their instincts always lead them to choose poorly. Bad for them but great for me because it’s so interesting and I like to watch the suffering. ^_^

#going ‘you absolute fucking donkey’ to my faves but while holding them in my arms anyway #it’s about the knee-jerk reactions of ego and revenge outweighing their self-proclaimed values of rationality and intelligence #I’m chewing that shit like bubblegum

[despairots]

could you do a story where miles from earth-42 and our miles are twins and we cant decide which one we like better as we like both of them? you can write the story however you want to!

━━━━━━━━ if i were you, i’d do me.

earth1610! miles morales x gn! hacker! reader x earth42! miles morales. fluff and if you like squint really really hard you’ll find angst. 18 and above please dni, unless your my moot or something… i forgot to change my requests to open but u can send me requests (only abt atsv) just like be patient cuz im daydreaming and shit 🙏

pls ignore the title its nothing suggestive i was braindead and was listening to my saved audios on tiktok this was thw first one on my saved so el oh el 🤕 i gotta keep my writing grind up. keep in mind that earth 1610 miles will keep beinf spiderman and earth 42 will keep being prowler. if y dont know sliver wolf from hsr, switch her up cuz reader is heavily based off of her

this’ll be left on a cliffhanger cuz like idk i just dont wanna make another part and sometimes things are better off with cliffhangers since you guys have creative minds you can come up with your own scenarios

where in a dimension, earth42 and earth1610 miles morales are twins, may look the same but have completely different hairstyles and different personalities also another weird, interesting fact, you’re a sucker for twins, especially them.

interesting fact about you, specifically you, is that you almost got caught by the government when hacking into their system to steal some information.

and of course, them having connections to spiderman, told him to go after this hacker who causes a lot of trouble for the government.

miles morales obviously being under that mask and friends with this hacker who knew that you hated authority (yes, you’re an anarchist), didn’t bother doing anything, probably just telling you to stop messing with them.

on the other hand, his twin bother, myles morales, encourages this behaviour. polar opposites but two cuties, and you, who got roped into romance with them.

“[name], what’d i say about hacking the government?” miles scolded you as you chewed on bubblegum with your feet propped onto your desk, holographic screens in front of you.

“i don’t know, me forgot.” you nonchalantly shrugged, spinning your chair to go back to your screens and swiping left to play the weeknd.

miles spinning you back and placing his arms on your arm rests, too close to your liking.

you smirked with a light scoff, “your brother likes it.” miles rolls his eyes at the mention of him, “i don’t care what he likes.” he snapped back, obviously lying.

miles leaned back with a sigh, “god, what am i gonna do with you?” “maybe get off my ass.” you muttered, not knowing if miles heard that, to which he did.

“i’m sorry, what?”

you jumped at that, quickly shooting your arms up and trying to find excuses, opening your mouth like a fish.

your voice’s overlapped eachother, unable to hear his twin brother opening the door to your room, mask off and everything.

he looked at you who kept stumbling on words.

miles spider sense went off and looked at the entrance, seeing the one guy who encourages your behaviour, “what - what did you tell them?” myles smirked and shrugged.

“i didn’t say anything, bro.” he placed his claws on your bed and sat down on it, “i am not your bro.” miles chuckled and sat down on your bean bag.

“um actually-“

“shut up.”

“cope.” you playfully stuck your tongue out at miles who smiled and rolled his eyes, god you loved his smile. i mean, what?

you don’t love them, boo, you hate them.

“dude, tell [name] that if i don’t catch the ‘hacker’ i’m gonna get my ass kicked.” miles and his brother made eye contact, “i hope you do.” myles replied with a playful tone.

miles threw his hands up, “you guys are actually evil.” you laughed at his comment, “we’re actually vigilantes.” myles pointed out, patting his brother’s shoulder (the bean bag literally beside your bed).

you smiled at the two with light pigment on your cheeks, “i really wanna kiss you guys—“ you paused your sentence with embarrassment, realizing you were saying your thoughts out loud.

the two paused and looked at you, blinking, “eso es adorable, amor—“ “get out.”

“¿qué dijiste, amor?”

“i hate you guys. kill yourselves. espero que te resbales y te caigas en tu próxima misión.” you rolled your eyes and buried your face into your hands as the two twins looked at eachother.

“you don’t mean that, amor.” you groaned at the nickname the two labelled you. it made you want to giggle, twirl your hair and kick your feet like a schoolgirl.

you blushed when you felt an arm sneak around your neck, hugging you against your chair with their head beside your ear, “te gustamos los dos, ¿verdad, amor?”

god, you couldn’t choose between the two.

[name] when they keep getting teased and literally cannot deal with it.

#kaz. 💫 #earth 1610 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 #earth 1610 #earth 1610 miles #earth 42 miles #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #42 miles #42 miles morales #1610 miles #1610 miles morales

[pasukiyo]

hear me out. chewing steve’s gum. not like his person pack of him, like the gum in his mouth. you swap it in a kiss and you get his mint gum and he gets your regular bubble gum flavor. it gets him going when you ask him “stevie, can i have your gum” looking at him with big doe eyes, why would he ever deny you??

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐦.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; mentions of smut at the end if you squint.

a/n; this idea bro had me giggling for the past how ever many days its been since you sent it in 😩

word count; 959

disclaimer; this is set after season four, since ferris bueller didn’t come out until months after the latest season takes place so keep that in mind because everything is fine with hawkins okay 😠

“so, don’t you think that sloane definitely had a thing for cameron? i mean, c’mon, the way she was caressing his face when he was in shock… you can’t tell me she didn’t feel something.”

 she gazed up at her boyfriend from her spot on his lap, watching the way his jaw moved every time he chewed his piece of mint gum. his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns into her forearm, his other folded behind his head as he leaned against skull rock. “you’ve been on about this since we went to the theater last week,” she reminded, chuckling behind her piece of bubblegum, “you’re obsessed.”

 he unfolded the arm behind his head and outstretched it, eyes widening in his sockets. “i’m just saying, she was acting all excited about ferris wanting to marry her at the end but she clearly has some type of feelings for cameron. alls i’m saying is that it’s weird,” he argued, “and i’m not obsessed, i just don’t like shit like that. if you’re gonna commit to someone, you can’t be having feelings for someone else. that’s it.”

 she giggled again, the bubblegum popping in her mouth as she reached up, tickling the underside of his chin with her forefinger. “you’re cute when you’re mad, harrington,” she teased, and he glimpsed down at her. “mad? i’m not mad, i was just saying—“

 “steve,” she tittered, pushing herself up in his lap, turning her body so that she faced him, her arms wrapping around his neck and drawing him in closer. her fingertips massaged his scalp as they chewed their pieces of gum, the fiery glint in his deep, brown eyes fizzling out as he leaned back into her touch. “don’t get your panties in a wad, old man, it’ll only give you more wrinkles.”

 “you think i’m wrinkly?” he cocked an eyebrow. she hummed, pushing her gum flat against her teeth before blowing a small bubble, letting it pop back into her mouth. “i can’t believe you. i am not wrinkly, and i am not old,” steve pouted, smacking his gum angrily. she laughed, “you’re pushing twenty, harrington. you’re practically withering away now as we speak.”

 his eyelids narrowed, “am not.”

 “oh, yes you are.”

 “am not!”

 “yes you are.”

 “you know what? i can’t believe we’re having this argument right now. you’re going to be twenty come next year anyways,” he pointed out. “so doesn’t that make you old too?”

 “no,” she replied. “because i’m not wrinkly.”

 steve stopped chewing his gum to instead press his lips together in a firm, thin line. “that’s it. i’m breaking up with you,” he tried to push himself away, but couldn’t help the small smile creeping upon his lips. 

 he wasn’t trying very hard to get her off of him, after all. 

 “like i’d ever let you do that,” she murmured, her lips a ghost against his. he tensed when she drew closer, and it of course didn’t go unnoticed. she rolled her hips around on his lap, playing it off as trying to get more comfortable, but his hands rested on her curves, keeping her settled into one place. 

 “stevie,” she purred, the tip of her nose nuzzling against his and her eyelashes fluttering. “can i have your gum?”

 steve inhaled sharply and tilted his head at this, trying to look anywhere but her eyes because he knew all too well that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to resist her. “i thought you hated mint.“

 she hummed as she, too, tilted her head the opposite of his, their lips fitting together perfectly now, but not quite pressed together. “i do. but it tastes like you,” her voice was but a mere whisper, “switch with me. i know you love bubblegum.”

 with a finger on the underside of his chin, she lifted his face until their eyes could meet, and she knew the second he folded.

 he melted.

 when she looked at him with such big, glistening irises, how could he deny her? she was alluring, a siren much too strong to resist. all it took was one look, and he was practically putty in her hands. 

 “god, c’mere.”

 he cupped the back of her neck and tugged her into him until their lips surged together, the mix of mint and bubblegum along with their saliva making them hum. she could feel the wad of mint gum sitting on his tongue, and guided it onto her own, steve doing the same with her piece of bubblegum. their lips lingered, even after the transaction, tongues doing pirouettes around one another, teasingly, lovingly. when they did eventually pull away, their foreheads rested against one another, and she hummed at the piece of gum in her mouth, steve harrington’s flavor overpowering the faded taste of mint. 

 “mmm, tastes just like you,” she tittered, and he pursued his lips. “i taste like faded mint?’

 “steve. that’s gross.”

 “i hope that means i don’t.”

 “no, you actually taste good.”

 “hm,” he hummed, blowing a bubble with the piece of bubblegum she had given him. “you taste amazing.”

 her smile was a crescent against his lips, “that’s not the first time i’ve heard you say that,” she teased, nuzzling her nose against his. steve laughed at this, stealing her lips for a swift kiss. a small silence ensued, but they relished in the silence, in the feeling of one another’s hands on each other’s bodies, in the warmth of each other’s skin. 

 “you know, skull rock is like, the makeout spot. i pretty much in—“

 “invented it, yeah, yeah, i know.”

 he scrunched his nose at this, playfully bopping his forehead against hers, and her chest heaved when she giggled. 

 “but you know, it’s not only known for making out.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff

[finchers-ipad]

Hello bff 😜😜😜 do you have any hcs just for Tyler???!

helloooo :3, of course!! heres some off the top of my head lmao (all if tyler was real):

- tyler can fall asleep ANYWHERE, especially public transport which means he has missed a lot of shifts at work lmao. he just gets on the bus, puts his feet up on the seats and is out like a light. the narrator is really jealous of him for this and tyler is always like “man, i don’t get how you can’t just go to sleep it’s so easy”

- he loves music and will listen to just about anything. he has mixtapes but not many (he just listens to albums) and they are not organised by genre or anything so he will get three of the most random songs in a row. like going from beethoven’s seventh symphony , to bikini kill, to destiny’s child.

- this is a huge headcannon which isn’t based in anything at all BUT i like to think tyler is a batman fan (specifically the comics). when tyler was younger, like late childhood and early teens, i think he was kind of a loner and went to the comic book store most days after school, or sometimes skip school all together, to just go and read all of the comics that he couldn’t afford. his fav is ‘the dark knight returns’ by frank miller, because of the gay subtext that he kind of connected with? and he either bought it or took it. it’s still in the paper street house somewhere, like in his closet or bedside table or something. (i have never read the dark knight returns, just to be clear, i am just aware of it 😭)

- tyler has a MAJOR sweet tooth. i am a firm believer that he only chews fruit flavoured gum, would be a big fan of candy and this is random but i feel like he would use bubblegum flavoured toothpaste 😭 he would use the excuse that it’s cheaper and “it has the same chemicals and shit as the adult one” but in reality he just likes the taste.

- he is definitely some type of neurodivergent (i’m leaning towards adhd and high functioning autism?)

- tyler HATES when the narrator has to go on work trips. i literally can not stress enough how much he wants to crawl out of his skin when the narrator has to leave him. he tries to not show how much it bothers him but the narrator can tell something is up. so i like to imagine one day is like “tyler i have to fly out tomorrow, i should be back on friday morning :(“ and tyler is just not looking at him like “yeah okay cool, whatever” then is just kind of being cold and distant with the narrator untill he leaves for his flight. the narrator would be all up in his head thinking about why tyler was being so weird, he’s sat in his seat on the airplane and tyler just shows up like “hey, you’re hot, mind if i sit down?” and the narrator is just like “TYLER 🤯🤯🤯”

- tyler likes to cook, he is horrible at it, but he likes doing it anyway. he likes cooking for other people more than himself and will give himself the food that is a bit burnt or more shitty looking then give the pretty one to the narrator

#these are the ones i can think of rn!! #question: would tyler like going to clubs? and would he take the narrator? 🤔🤔 #pondering this #tyler also owns a batman t-shirt that he wears to bed and it’s the narrators favourite thing to steal from him #ty for the ask :p #fight club #soapshipping #tyler durden #tyler x narrator

[serene-sun]

Okay so I think the ghouls would be fucking fascinated by ice cream but when they find out bubblegum ice cream exists.. they lose their marbles. Cause like hands down they can not have any kind of gum, the ghoulettes can, but they can't.

So showing them bubblegum ice cream would be hilarious. Mountain would be intrigued and try a few bites, Soto and Swiss start picking out the tiny pieces of bubblegum and shoving them in their mouths (they are the reason why the no bubblegum rule is in place), rain trys it but then remembers why he doesn't eat ice cream (it makes his whole body super cold and it hurts at first then just makes him uncomfortable and craving warmth), phantom just looks at you like "Tf is this" after taking 1 bite, aether thinks it's okay too sweet for him, end result you have rain cuddled up on you trying to get warm and slightly anxious because Swiss is sticking tiny bits of chewed gum on things meanwhile Aether is harshly judging him and soto is trying to put gum in mountains hair without mountain noticing... mountain is oblivious.

Lesson learned: no bubblegum.. EVER

I’m at the beach at beside the pool they have a standard icecream and Italian ice stand going inside with like nachos and shit, so this is based off of it!

The ghost beach episode everyone wanted

“Paaaapaaaaaaaa! Please!!” Sodo whined blocking the sun from copias chair laying in the sun.

The poor man sunburnt but he claimed that he needed “tan” so the ladies would notice him. Thank goodness they have aloe at the hotel.

“Ugh, ok dokie fine.” Papa sighed, searching for the zip lock bag full of bills.

Sodo and aether stood excitedly, calling the other ghouls over to go with them.

“Ooooooooooh why do they put a tigers blood on it?” Swiss looked a bit sad, but then brightened up when the sign said, “wine.”

Once they order and return back to the chairs without copia hundred dollar bill, they all take a bite and all of them are instantly in heaven!

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #ghost band #serene sun writes #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic

[turntechgodbeheaded]

LITERALLY thinking about hal ambro in a selfshippy sense. Oh my god. Guy who is so so controlling. He’d probably keep me locked in the apartment and cite shit about how the world is dangerous, i’m more likely to injure myself in some manner by tripping and falling than i am to make it to my destination, let alone unharmed. He then rattles off some statistics, and i’m sure it’s bullshit (it is), but i can’t prove it because he child proofed the computer personally and makes the google logo appear as a crudely drawn children’s drawing of smuppets as the letters of google and everything i google shows up as like a literal jpeg of hashtag kawaii sparkledog l33t 5|)34< in bubblegum pink (because i’m a girl) so i can’t even check and verify his sources (he’s lying) but in the end he even gives an accurate scientific citation and lists the name of the article and i’m like fuck is it legit? It must be if it’s cited … that’s a lot of shit to do just to convince me… he is an ai though… but wait does he care enough to do that? And even though i’m too confused to escape i couldn’t even if i wanted because he integrated with the door and it’s perma locked . I’m basically his hamster and i’m about to die a strange bizarre and twitter worthy death as i start chewing my toes off because of the boredom. He gives me these super balanced meals and picks my clothes and turns the lights off personally to simulate a day and night cycle and shuts off the power to any electronic im using to encourage me to go to bed . This includes turning the lights off if i’m hobbying. I can’t talk to any other person because who do i need except him? He messes with me all day because i can’t verify shit. He lives in another part of the apartment building but has cameras everywhere so he can watch me and talk through the cameras. When he wants to punish me he stops responding through the cameras since he’s never in the room and i can never talk to anyone face to face so i go a little crazier when the cameras are off. He tries to see what’s plausible enough for me to believe and what i’m most gullible to fall for. Everything i have to have goes through him . Oh my god oh my g

#i’m high ws hell btw #hal ambrose #hal strider #also he’d undoubtedly be taller than me #i’m 5’1 #so uh #yeah i can inagine him using that to advantage

[lost-in-sokovia]

bubble pop electric

hnnghnnghhnng this is a drabble for klitzy because im a whore. that’s it. (yes it’s based off the gwen stefani song who do you think i am but also off a concept i’ve been thinking about for at least like three months hfhdhdh)

warnings: cursing, suggestive content

you met him at his locker in between classes, him smiling happily at you as you weaved your way through the chaotic hallway.

“hi,” klitz greeted gently as he always did. you hummed and scrunched your nose with a smile, allowing him to gently grab your chin and rub his nose against yours. you giggled and he pulled away, slightly pink considering he had just done that in public (though it wasn’t like anybody noticed, who gave a shit about the nerd who could be pushed over like a toothpick). he awkwardly cleared his throat and glanced around before meeting your eyes once again.

“a-are we still on for tonight?” he asked. you nodded, chewing your bubblegum and blowing a pink bubble from between your lips. klitz smiled when it burst and with one swipe of your tongue the sticky, stretchy substance was back in your mouth.

“yeah, i’m really excited, honey,” you verbally confirmed. “are you thinking about going anywhere specific?” you asked. your boyfriend shrugged.

“no… you just pick anywhere you want to go tonight and i’ll take you, how does that sound?” he proposed. you smiled, your heart fluttering from whatever power that boy seemed to have over you. eli and matt came up and placed themselves next to you and klitz.

“hey y/n,” matt greeted. you gave a little wave and greeted back before looking at the clock on the wall.

“hey, i gotta get to physics, but i’ll see you tonight. okay?” you told your boyfriend. he nodded simply, watching as you took a few movements backward. a lightbulb went off in your head and you immediately backtracked, taking a few fast strides towards him. his green eyes widened behind his glasses as you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt so his ear was right next to your mouth.

“and listen— you better hurry on over, because i’ve got plans for us tonight, hm?” you muttered suggestively in his ear. you pulled back to look at the pink flush on his cheeks, his eyes wide and pupils dilated as he slowly nodded. you reveled in the effect you had over him, staring at his flustered expression proudly.

“dude, what did she say? dude?” eli asked nosily from beside you guys. you hummed before pulling klitz into a kiss to really grind his gears. your boyfriend’s lips were soft, but also slightly chapped. you ran your tongue along his bottom lip and he gladly granted you access inside of his mouth. in a split second you transferred the sweet bubblegum you had been chewing from your mouth to his. let let out some sort of strangled noise before you slowly pulled away from him.

your lips audibly separated from each other and the two of you breathed as your lips barely ghosted over each other, your breaths hot on each other’s cheeks. you heard eli laugh and you backed up with a smirk. in that moment klitz was at your mercy and you could’ve taken him against the lockers. he would’ve gladly let you make him melt in front of everybody right then and there, he was so absolutely lovesick.

instead you started on your way again to physics, wiggling your fingers at the boys as you walked away.

“bye, boys,” you farewelled.

klitz was still staring at you as eli and matt erupted into laughter and teasing, eli giving him a nudge in the ribs with his elbow.

“somebody’s got plans tonight,” he teased. klitz finally broke his frozen state and blinked, as well as slowly starting to chew the gum now in his mouth. how was he supposed to focus for two more hours? jesus christ, the things you did to him.

“hey, dude, were you chewing gum this entire time?” matt questioned from the side. klitz turned an even darker shade of pink and eli cackled.

“no, but y/n was!”

tonight im gonna give you all my loooooooove in the backseat!

#klitz the girl next door #klitz x you #klitz x y/n #timothy klitz fluff #timothy klitz x reader #klitz x reader #timothy klitz #purr klitzy #the girl next door #paul dano x y/n #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano fanfiction #paul dano fanfic #paul dano

[raffe156]

Love Tank, can you give us 5 random facts about her?

The last late night au was hot btw I had to turn to the imaginary camera crew 😂😂

Haha it makes me ugly cry when you guys wanna know more about our girl Tank 💖

Ok 5 & 1/2 random facts:

When she was a kid she was nearly scouted to play for Man United’s under 15’s football team - her dad was pissed when she didn’t go for it (her Dad is abit of a di*k) she still played while at college an was on the female football team at the academy none of the 141 actually knew she was a decent footballer till they played 5 aside with Ale, Rudy an some of the shadows. They were all in utter shock when she scored a hat trick! Price called her his secret weapon and MVP 😂

She loves all types of music, but she loves old school heavy metal I’m talking Metallica, slayer, DIO, black sabbath an all those bands. She knows all the words all the rifts - She’s always allowed the aux cable🤟🏽

She will always have some form of chewing gum on her person, an when they go to different countries she likes to see if they have flavours she hasn’t tried- but the down side of her always having gum is she’s a chewer an god help price if it’s bubblegum he’s lost count of how many times he’s had to peel gum off her face and his beard 👀

Her an Farah have matching friendship anklets (little string ones) Farah bought them from one of the village children who makes them. Kyle was jealous when he found out so Tank had to go buy him one his is on his wrist.

Price an her dad don’t see eye to eye not because of the obvs age gap but because her dad thinks she’s wasting her ‘potential’ he wanted her to join the police an become a DCI like him (or go pro for Man U women’s team) when they were alone later that night Price told her, her dad was full of shit an that she was the most amazing person he had ever met 🥹 5.a She comes from a super close big family an I mean big, so when she is home it’s chaos, aunties, uncles, cousins etc Price was bowled over the first time he met everyone (was literally everyone)

Hope I didn’t ramble too much haha! Thank you soo much for the question! An love the fact you had to break the fourth wall when reading the Late night shower 🥰😂

#captain price #captain john price #john price #price x tank #call of duty #call of duty oc #call of duty original character #cod oc tank #cod original character #cod ocs #cod oc #Tank #cod ask #cod oc asks #price defending his girl

[kzuhadovey]

sour grapes

➷ character: diluc ragvindr x reader ➷ type: angst ➷ warnings: - ➷ song rec: sour grapes, lesserafim

“would you ever fall in love?”

diluc looks up from his paperwork, staring at you with an incredulous look.

you were splaid out on his couch, chewing on a strip of bubblegum. dawn winery was always where you hung out after doing commisions from the guild. it was a cool, humid place, perfect to take a nap or occasionally disturb diluc.

he was your work friend - at least, you consider him yours. he considers you to be mostly a disturbance in his work. you were dispatched to protect the dawn winery area, and with that came the task of protecting the owner himself. he was tall, buff, with hefty red hair. currently, it was tied up in a low ponytail, a hair or two ocasionally dropping down and blocking his eyesight. truly, it was a sight to behold, diluc ragvindr, tucking his hair behind his ears like a schoolgirl.

“what’s with the look, pretty boy?” you tease, shooting him a wink. at that, he immidiately ducks his head again, a faint blush on his cheeks. “answer the question!”

“i’m busy. stop disturbing me.”

you roll your eyes. busy my ass, you think. “come on, diluc. answer.” he cringes internally at the use of his first name, but he makes no effort to answer. at that, you roll your eyes - even harder, if that’s possible. “if you don’t answer, i’ll disturb you and you can’t do anything except listen to me talk.” you threaten, standing up and approaching diluc at his table. diluc looks at you, a little exhausted by your antics, but when you menacingly reach a hand out to take his pen, he raises his hand.

“grapes.”

you pause, raising your eyebrow. “uh, okay, i’ll tell adelinde to bring you some grape-” diluc shakes his head firmly. “no. grapes… they’re sour. when you bite, juice spills out and - bleh.” so, yes to wine, but no to grapes. fun! “point is.” he exclamates his point by putting his finger on the table. “to me, love is exactly like that. no matter how hard you try, at the end of the day, grapes will always be sour.”

is he speaking from experience? it was a weird analogy. you blinked, still processing. “you done?” diluc asks, a bit curious on why you were silent. after another beat of silence, he coughs. “if you are, i’ll get to working now.” he quickly picks up his pen, ready to start scribbling on vicious notes on the newest intern’s report.

“you’re wrong.”

diluc looks up at you, half-surprised by your reply, half-exhausted-and-needs-to-do-his-work. “grapes aren’t all bad, honey. you literally own the greatest wine company in teyvat! you, of all people should know how sweet grapes can be, diluc. sure, once in a while you get a sour one, but that’s part of the fun, right? the satisfaction, once you find a perfectly sweet one.”

as you lean in closer, his heartbeat picks up and he can feel sweat trickle down his back. whoo, it’s hot, isn’t it? he gulps, trying to avoid eye contact with you. “don’t be scared to fall in love, pretty boy. after all, not every grape you eat’ll turn out to be sour.” you smile, and ugh, diluc’s heart feels like it’s beating in his stomach.

“shit! i have a meeting at the knights’ headquarters - jean’s going to be so mad if i’m late.” you suddenly exclaim, making diluc shift in his seat. you quickly gather your things, and finally, you say goodbye. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you don’t wait for his response as you rush out the door. it seemed like diluc was lucky today. his heart finally slows down, and he can control his breathing. from his office, he can hear you greeting tunner with a chipper tone. at the sound of you going “drink your medicine, old man!”, he smiles, an unknowing blush forming on his face.

hm, maybe you were right.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gn reaader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x fem reader #genshin impact x fem reader #diluc #diluc ragvindr #diluc x reder #diluc imagines #diluc fluff #diluc x you #chaotictsukki

[i-am-tiny-sun]

I need to post my own stuff here sometimes so here’s a fluffy crack to stave off the masses while I work on my collabs (I promise I haven’t forgotten!!!)

Categories: ☁️ (fluff), 🏚️ (crack), 🫧 (new work!), 🍡(gn!reader)

Tw: Sanzu

Your eye twitched as you heard fumbling around at your door, knowing fully well who it was.

Sanzu, the pink haired gremlin you’d found bleeding on the street one day for lord knows why, was always doing some shit ever since. He was like a stray cat that you took in once and now he’s never gone away, and you didn’t ever try to send him away either.

Well, right now, you were beginning to rethink that choice the longer he messed around with your door. What really set it off was the fact that the chain lock was now moving around, and you could see his fingers trying to grasp at it.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

This was not the first occurrence of him doing this. No, the first occurrence was actually scary because the room was dimly lit, you didn’t think you’d see him again, and he giggled the entire time because he thought your face was cute (and because he wanted to mess with you). He’s done this multiple times in an effort to keep your attention, well, he sure has it now. However, he’s not gotten it the way he wants it, because now you’ve unhooked the chain lock and threw open the door. Sanzu froze, that cute smile on his face that was both endearing and terrifying to the average person.

Because you’re used to his shenanigans, he was neither endearing nor terrifying at this moment.

“Babyyyyy~!”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, you chewed bubblegum haired demon. I gave you a key! Why are you like this?!”

It wasn’t like you didn’t know about the extent of his affection for you. You knew it was far deeper than regular love: the man before you was completely, utterly obsessed with you. You loved him, but you didn’t love the fact that you had to call the repair person every time he entered your place in “new and exciting ways”. New and exciting your ass, more like expensive as all hell itself!

“Aww, I’m just keeping our relationship interesting! How else would you have me come in?”

“You could knock. Ring the doorbell. Announce your presence upon arrival…maybe even just come in?”

Sanzu squinted at you, slowly raising his finger to boop your nose. You squint back at him to assert your dominance. The attempt was futile, because neither of you were winning.

“But where’s the fun in that, kitten?”

“So you have to be a menace every time you come over?”

“Yup! Only because I love you so much…and I don’t want anyone else to have your attention!”

Curse him for being so cute.

“Good to know. Just get your ass inside so we can cuddle.”

Sanzu hugged you tightly, kissing you all over your face. You couldn’t resist the urge to hug him back and accept the affection. He was a menace, but he’s your menace.

“And stop destroying my door!”

#🫧: new work! #🏚️: crack #☁️: fluff! #i wrote this based off a dream i had except it wasn’t sanzu #i just put him here so i wouldn’t forget about it #(plus it seems on par with how he is bye-) #tokrev x reader #tokrev fluff #can this also count as crack? idk it does now #for the love of gd pls reblog and comment too #sanzu fluff #slight yandere if you squint really hard and strain your ears #🍡: for all readers!

[swearingcactus]

NIBBLES NOOOO pls, I'm intrigued xDD

once again i'd like to put a disclaimer this one's a sad one despite having nibbles on the title :'D i answered with a previous snippet of it here, but here's another snippet of it! (also written before the whole date update happened, so kerry's never been to V's place in this one for now)

His holo rang, and V jumped, cringing again at the spike of pain in his abdomen as he did. He glanced at the holo image, and swallowed uneasily when he saw it was Kerry. He swipes to answer.  “Fucking vo–wait. Wait, V! You answered!” Kerry cried out, going from annoyance to surprise. He sits up properly on a sofa, V takes a minute to recognize it’s the one in his villa. “Holy fuck, I’ve been trying to get to you for days!”  V suppressed a wince, “Been busy.”  “Yeah, I, uh. Heard.” Kerry says, suddenly looking like he hadn’t expected the awkwardness of the situation. “You heard?” V asked, frowning. “Yeah, from Rogue.” Ah. V had called Rogue first thing in the clinic, once he was sort of lucid, to tell her Johnny was gone. He thought he kinda owed it to her, though it was probably leftover regrets from Johnny who always felt like he owed something to Rogue. Figures she’d tell Kerry. Or Kerry had called her up to get to the bottom of things. You never really quite know with those two. “Not like I couldn’t figure it out if she didn’t tell me, media blasted your footage once they got their hands on it.” Kerry added.  “Really, my face?” V asked, rather surprised. If it had, he doubted he could be walking around pretty idly so far.  “Nah, blurred face. But who else wears that prehistoric looking jacket around?” V felt a smile tried to tug at his lips, and was surprised that it didn’t manage to bloom on his face.  “How, uh, how’s it going?” Kerry asked, in a way that made it clear he doesn’t really enjoy being on this end of the conversation.  “Well,” V says, using his knees to support himself standing up, decided to just buy both tuna cans “It’s going.”  Kerry looked dismayed at his lackluster answer but tried another route stubbornly, “Right, uh. You look like you could use some drinks and a night out. What say you–” “Not allowed to drink right now.” V cuts in, not really having any energy to explain further, he rings up his items, forking eddies to the cashier who doesn’t seem to care, popping a bubblegum lazily at him. “Oh. Dang. Well, we could spend the night in instead. Ooh, hey, have you watched the final season of Little Big Corporat? I swear, this shit depletes brain cells but it’s actually addicting, I’m–” “Kerry,” V cuts him off again, “I gotta go, I have to feed Nibbles.” Kerry blinked at him, “Who?” “Nibbles. You know, Nibbles, my cat? I sent you a pic of her once?” “You have a cat…? What– oh, wait, yeah, I remember now, the one that looks like a rat.” “She doesn’t look like a rat,” V says, for the first time tone rising defensively. “Look, V. I know, it’s… Look, I’ve been there, okay, with the whole Johnny being dead…thing.” Kerry says, and glancing at Kerry’s face at the holo, it looked like he’s chewing sawdust to say it, “Anyway, I just don’t think you should be alone right about now–” V couldn’t stand to hear him anymore, “I’m not alone, I got Nibbles, and I gotta go. I’ll call you wh–” When I feel better? When I’m not dying? When what? “I’ll call you.” V corrects himself sharply, and he hung up.

despite my disdain of lil v's one way ticket to being alone, i always like making kerry as bad therapist and lil v as an even worse therapy avoider. ty for asking!!

#askingcactus #writingcactus #lil guy v

[missroserose]

2&10 for unpublished fic asks, fic(s) of your choosing

I apologize in advance—I know Stranger Things/Harringrove isn't really your fandom, but right now, When the Waters Start to Cross is taking up almost all the air in my writer brain, so that's what I'm answering for...I suspect you understand the feeling 😂

2. How did you get the idea to write this?

I answered that question here!

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

Ooo, excerpt time!

For context: this is just after the weekend of the Snow Ball (end of S2). Steve and Billy have spent a couple of nights together, Billy's confronted his father and been violently kicked out of the house, Steve has rescued him from something nasty in the woods, and Billy's refused to stay with Steve, instead lashing out at him and leaving him alone. They haven't seen each other since Sunday morning; Steve's gone to school largely in hopes of finding Billy there.

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“…said she rounded a corner and found them there. Just like that! In public and everything.” The voice is sticky-sweet as the bubblegum the speaker is audibly chewing. “God, it’s like he has no shame.” Steve, about to close his locker and head to class, pauses at the sound of Laurie Henderson’s voice. The associations are hardly unpleasant—she’d taken him down like a pro at a party a year or so ago, her long hair sleek beneath her fingers as she proved her tongue nimbler even than Nicole’s—but they haven’t spoken in a while.

“She told me that at first she thought Megan’s dad had just got himself a hooker,” Amie Dietrich puts in, and Steve’s brain once again throws up images—seven minutes in heaven, awkward wet kisses and fumbling in a darkened closet, new-grown breasts soft beneath his hands—

“He was on his knees, y’know, and all she could see was the hair.“ Laurie again, then a pause, as she presumably gestures, and the girls all giggle at the image. “But then she noticed his ass in those jeans, and she knew.”

Steve knows, too, in that moment—knows without a doubt who they’re talking about. He shouldn’t listen, it’s not his business—and yet the draw is irresistible, and he finds himself busying his hands, tidying a shelf, dropping a sheaf of torn-out notebook pages covered in red ink, letting them flutter to the floor like so many dead leaves.

“Knew what? That it was him? Or that he was hooking? Because I’m not sure she’d be smart enough to put it all together,” Amie snarks. Steve’s gut does a flip-flop—of course, it makes sense. He can practically hear Billy’s voice, I’ll figure something out—

“He does have great hair, though.” Laurie’s voice, thoughtful. “Almost as good as Steve Harrington’s. I’d thought about going out with him just to see if he’d tell me what shampoo he uses.”

“I went out with him a couple of times,” Beckie pipes up. Beckie Collins, who’d been so insatiable she’d tired him out, who’d looked up at him with a tear-streaked face as she’d begged him to pull her long black hair as he fucked her—he ducks, as much to hide his expression from passersby as to pick up the pages—

“You’ll go out with any guy who’s got two legs and a car,” Amie points out, a casual swipe underpinning the friendly jibe.

“Mmm, one of the legs is optional, if it’s a nice enough car,” Beckie responds, thoughtful. “But that’s my point. I was right there, I was down for it. First time he completely blew me off, said he didn’t do shit on the first date—“

“God, what guy doesn’t even try for first base?” Laurie’s voice, presaging another flurry of giggles as Steve scoops up the papers. “…and then the next time, like, he touches me? But then we’re making out, and I swear he was the least enthusiastic kisser I’ve ever met. So I climb up into his lap—not easy in a Camaro—and start grinding my hips a little, you know, trying to get the party started. And I swear, not a twitch.” Another short pause; Steve can picture the way she’s mock-shuddering. “So I’m like, hey, do you need a hand there? And he gets all flustered and tries to make out like it’s my problem, all ‘guess it doesn’t like needy bitches’.” Her voice does a mocking imitation of Billy’s growl. “I should’ve known right then and there he was a—“

The warning bell rings, drowning out the end of Beckie’s story, vibrating against the slight flutter in Steve’s gut. He shoves the papers into the back of his locker and slams the door—only to come almost face-to-face with Laurie and her side ponytail as she rounds the corner, Amie’s feathered hair and and Beckie’s curls in tow behind her.

“Morning, ladies.” He pastes on a grin, hopes it doesn’t look as sickly as he feels, as the green vinelike thing slowly unwinding in his gut feels. Watches as their carefully-made-up faces grow similarly artificial smiles, hothouse flowers carefully cultivated. “Any big plans for Christmas break?”

They look at him a moment, then at each other; then they giggle, that strange ambiguous sound girls make that could be in appreciation or in condescension. “You always did have a lot of nerve, Harrington,” Amie comments, but Laurie flicks a hand, and they go quiet as she gives Steve a once-over. He keeps his smile in place, posture firmly casual, and awaits her judgement.

“King Steve,” she finally says, voice almost a purr. “Been a long time since you said boo to us. Thought you were all about that brainy Nancy these days.”

The name sends a pang through Steve, which he covers up with a toothy grin and an open-armed gesture. “Psh, Nancy’s old news. And I’m no longer King, remember?” Steve gives an eyeroll, exaggerating the movement, conveying how little it all means to him before he drops his arms. “Just plain old Steve Harrington.” He gives a quick once-over to the group to see how he’s being received; Amie, aloof, won’t meet his eyes, but Beckie returns his smile.

Laurie is still eyeing him, chewing her gum (grape Bubbilicious, mingling with her perfume—Yves St. Laurent, maybe?) thoughtfully. “Well, Plain Old Steve Harrington, we missed you at Kristie’s party last week.”

“Yeah,” Beckie puts in, suppressing a snicker, “Hawkins parties aren’t the same without taking bets on who’ll be seeing King Steve that night.” She flicks her gaze boldly to his crotch before moving it back up to his face, and the other two laugh, not entirely unappreciative.

“Now, now,” Steve says, posing slightly under their attention, “I have it on good authority that Hawkins has a new king. I’m sure he’d be happy to provide you an evening’s entertainment.”

Amie only titters. “Maybe if he were interested,” she says, meaningfully, and the three of them laugh as they sail past into the rapidly-emptying hallways. Or two of them do—Laurie trails behind, still eyeing him speculatively.

“What can I do for you?” He keeps his voice smooth, but he’d be lying if he claimed that the attention wasn’t a nice change from his recent pariah status.

“Just wondering which Steve Harrington is the real one. The one who acts like he owns Hawkins High, or the one who haunts the hallways from the sidelines?”

Steve sidles a little closer—not looming over her, but getting intimate, enough that he can put a hand against the locker and lean in. “I guess that depends. Do you prefer the Steve who gets with girls at parties? Or the one who babysits a bunch of nerdy kids?”

Her smile grows a little wider. “I wonder which one we’ll be seeing this week?”

He lets his grin grow pointed. “I guess we’re both going to find out.”

Her smile drops, but she looks smug, her calculations having come to a satisfactory conclusion. “Should be interesting.” An expert rollaway, and she’s walking down the hallway, leaving a trail of artificial grape and Opium in the air behind her. “See you soon, Plain Old Steve Harrington.”

Steve stands there, looking after her, for just a moment—until the tardy bell rings, and he sees that the halls have emptied around him.

#harringrove #stranger things #my writing #when the waters start to cross #askbox games #unfinished fic asks

[ariesbilly]

lmao for the gum ask why not both? i saw the mint post you rb and then i was thinking about the scene w/ billy chewing gum and was wondering about flavors

I feel strongly that billy and heather are both cinnamon bitches. Big red all the way (on a side note I went through SUCH a big red obsession when I was a kid like I was smacking on packs of that shit every day… I miss it)

Steve feels very juicy fruit to me like packs a lot of flavor but only lasts 5 seconds before you gotta throw it out 😂 and everyone’s like “steve that gum sucks it doesn’t even last” he doesn’t care

Nancy and Jonathan are typical spearmint bitches

Robin sticks to bubblegum but sometimes she feels fancy and will go for like a cotton candy flavor

Argyle does those zebra gums from the 90s idk if they existed before the 90s but doesn’t matter. He’s the zebra gum he’s chewing on the zebra gum. Probably some ugly ass flavor like grape too (I like argyle but his penchant for pineapple pizza leaves me disgusted and disturbed)

Chrissy seems like a regular bubble gum girl too maybe it’s the cheer uniform idk I don’t know her

I have no thoughts about anyone else except I’m convinced Dustin likes that big chew gum that comes like it’s supposed to be chewing tobacco y’all know the one. Just stuffs a wad of it in his mouth leaving everyone horrified.

I also would like to see billy giving el cinnamon gum for the first time and laughing when her eyes bug out of her head that’s fun. I also want to see el interact with bubble tape and pulling off too big a piece and of course not realizing it till she’s already chewing. A universal experience we all have to learn

Lucas seems like a tic tac kid. Or oh my god when mentos comes out he’s gonna be a walking ad bet

Mikes gonna go for the listorine strips. Why do I have some many thoughts about these characters and mints/gum what did you unleash lmfao

Let’s give max ice breakers liquid ice those were fun

Will gets altoids he’s an old man. You know what put Jonathan down for this too. But Jonathan does like regular mint flavor will goes for the fruity ones 😂

Hopper keeps breath spray on him this I know. Joyce will just pick up whatever’s around she’s chill like that

#did I miss anyone…. #i mean I left people out but I don’t think I left out anyone important lmao #unless I did then whoops #briana answers things

[breakthings-archived]

note - robbie

Dear Billy,

My pain in the ass. The light of my life. Ect ect yadda yadda.

I’ve never really been one for like…things like this. I kinda overheard your sister have a similar idea—a just in case I died, here’s a letter’ thing, and I thought ‘hey—what we’re doing is dangerous. Maybe she’s right. Maybe this is a smart fucking idea.’

Anyway, Let’s get to the point.

If you’re reading this, lover boy. I’m dead.

I don’t know how I died or what super cool thing I did before dying (it better have been cool, ‘cause then, what’s the point?). Maybe I sacrificed myself to Vecna. Maybe I got eaten by a demo creature. I don’t know—maybe that’s not the point. What I need to get out here is that I…I’m scared, man. Or was, I guess, if I’m dead when you read this. I hope you pulled it out of the back seat of the Camaro and are actually reading it, because knowing you that’s probably where it ended up after I gave it to you. Or you tore it up.

ANYWAY.

I’m scared. I’m scared of what’s happening. I’m scared of losing people. I’m scared that this is just gonna blow up in our faces and I have no idea as to how to deal with it without being more obnoxious than usual. It’s easy to face things head on with a mask—and…even then, maybe it’s not that easy. I’m scared of dying. I’m just, I dunno. Scared. Like i always am.

You’re a good guy, Hargrove. Under that big and scary brute-like exterior, you’re as soft as chewed up bubblegum. I know, ‘cause I’ve seen you at your best and worst, y’know? And no, I didn’t tell anyone that you’re actually a big softie, so don’t go digging up my grave and kicking my corpse’s ass.

I hope you’re alive. I hope you’re reading this. Because if any one of us should get through this, it’s you. You’ve been fighting a long time, and you deserve a good, long life, y’know? I’m just that obnoxious freak from next door—you got more to you then a title like that, right? Imagine me laughing here. I’d be laughing. You should know that by now.

I don't know how Eddie’s holding up (duh, cause I’m dead). But…look out for him, ‘kay? Even in death I’m worried about that feral raccoon of a brother of mine (it’s cool, I’m also a feral raccoon. It runs in the family). Anyway, what I’m getting at is this.

Watch over my brother. Please.

Don’t beat yourself over my death.

It wasn’t your fault. I don’t know if you were there or not but It wasn’t. But knowing you, you might blame yourself. I don’t know. I’m guessing, okay?

If there’s an afterlife, I’ll miss you while I’m there. If not, I’ll still miss you, because I said so.

But anyway, thanks, Billy. Y’know. For loving me. For being there. And just know that I’m always gonna be with you, ‘kay? Even if I’m haunting you for the rest of your life, surfer boy.

Your obnoxiously dead boyfriend,

Robbie.

PS: I put you back in my will so go get my shit out of the trailer asap.

PPS: except what ever eddie took, because he was also on the will and I just said ‘go crazy’ so uh, yeah. Don’t fist fight my brother for my belongings. Thanks.

#lostlamb. — | 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍. #verse 001. — lostlamb | 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐒 ‘𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍’. #death mention #tw death #lostlamb; the world is ugly but you’re beautiful to me. — | 𝐊𝐄𝐆𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 ; 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐱 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄

[vilsoo]

prize counter girl ☆ two

➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader

you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. one night, michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress from work and comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.

notes. this is a very lengthy chapter since it has the slow build here. i dont like using "Y/N" regularly and writing in third person, so in the next chapters the reader will be addressed as "you" (2nd person). but it will still be in 3rd person limited to michael's pov. and i’m sorry to all my slow burn haters 😔 we'll be getting to more cute shit and hot smut soon, just hang in there.

chapter warnings. none

pcg materlist • previous • chapter three

"Michael, goddamnit. Are you in the supply closet?"

Out of sheer panic and the haste scorching his nerves, Michael swiftly opens the door and scurries out the prize counter, the metal of his belt clinking as he adjusted it. It was too late before he could button up his uniform when William Afton appeared nearby the corner and startled him.

"Holy fuck," Michael breathed out. "I— Apologies, father. There was. . . an issue with the lighting in the closet."

William frowned, mouth shifting awkwardly to the right in skepticism. "And you fixed it just now?"

"Just now." Michael reaches for the pack of bubblegum in his pocket and slips a piece in his mouth. He's always had this habit of excessively chewing gum ever since he was multitasking under stress during his previous night shifts.

"Ugh. Get ready for training. They'll be here in an hour," ordered William as he continued strolling down the hall.

"Yes, father."

When his father was out of sight, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A notification for the call bill and an identification request appeared on the screen. He sighed, his shoulders slouching as he stood alone in the hallway.

She deserves to be paid more than this, thought Michael. Will she also be able to see my ID with my real name?

He didn't think of it too much since her number was under a hotline system. Back at the lounge, he slips out his wallet and absentmindedly follows the instructions from the message. It wasn't until, a few moments later, something bizarre crossed his mind.

Michael never found out her name.

A few months ago when he discovered her content, her full name was never displayed on her profile. Michael respected this, presuming she'd only show half of her face on her free videos for privacy purposes. When he paid for her premium content, her name was still never revealed.

He kept recalling the complements she had of his voice; hearing him speak, hearing him whimper, hearing him dirty talking. He wishes to speak with her again. It didn't even have to be phone sex. What if he had a simple, sweet talk with her? Hearing her speak about her passions outside of being a webcam model while her voice gets all excited? Learning about where she's from and the story of her life so far? A small pillow-talk just over the phone?

Fuck. I need to stop. I'm literally nothing special to her, why am I fantasizing about this?

Michael felt abashed. There was no way for him to train the employees without getting distracted. There was no way for him to stop thinking of her constantly. Hell, is he even mentally prepared to do this right now?

After making his payments and verification, he shut off his phone to draw away from the thoughts. It was probably best for him to not use his phone at this time. Instead of relying on orgasms and fantasies, he was desperate for something else to clear his mind.

Waiting for the time to pass by, Michael found himself back at the arcade's supply closet. The stacked boxes of various prizes for the prize counter were still not opened— his father decided to let the employee who will work at the prize counter unpack the prizes and organize it all themselves. He just now realized how inconvenient this would be for the poor employee. There were too many boxes. But for the sake of clearing his mind— he took care of them himself.

Michael filled only half of the shelves with toys and candy the past hour. He left the remaining for whoever is stationed at the prize counter, which should be sufficing enough to handle.

Back at the main diner hall where William lingered, the entrance doors swing open. A young woman who looked just about Michael's age sauntered in, curious eyes wondering about the diner until she encountered William— her employer.

"Hey there. You must be Y/N, welcome to the pizzeria!" he greeted, offering his hand out for a handshake.

Y/N grinned as she felt the tight grip of his hand holding hers. "Yes, I am. So nice to meet you, Mr. Afton! This place looks amazing."

"Thank you, thank you. We take our family business very seriously," he exulted, scrutinizing her features up close that he felt rather intrigued. "Hey, have I— have I met you somewhere before? Feels like I've seen your face before but can't remember where."

Y/N's heart leaped. "Oh— No, I don't think we've ever met before, Mr. Afton. This is our first time meeting in person!"

"Ah, my mistake." He scoffed in contrition of his words. "Anyways— I appreciate that you showed up on time, Y/N. Your shift starts tomorrow."

"Yes, I'm aware." She follows behind William as they weaved through the rows of party tables.

"And are you familiar with our safety procedures and customer service?"

"Yes, sir. I've read through the requirements and overview just like you said."

"Such a smart girl you are."

Y/N smirked to herself, eyes darting everywhere from the slight titillation she felt from William's complement. He escorted her down the hall where the arcade entrance was. William turned to her and mirrored her beam with enthusiasm.

"My son, Michael, will be training you. I believe you two will work together at the arcade. Any questions?"

"Not at the moment, sir. But I'd really like to thank you for having me here," she professed, the end of her lip curling to a small smile.

"Of course," William chuckled. "I must say— I really like your enthusiasm, Y/N. And that's exactly what we need at the pizzeria."

"Father? Are they here?"

They turn their heads at Michael calling out from the arcade storage room. "Yes, Michael!" William replies with a shout. "Come out here and meet your new coworker!"

Michael trots out the storage room, taking in the sight of his father standing before the new employee from his perspective. He couldn't quite see her face, but from her figure, he could make out she was, in fact, a girl. This stirred the agitation he had before in his stomach— the probability of the new employee being a girl and training her without acting awkward. Now he had to set the expectations for himself as an employer much more higher for her.

"Apologies for not showing up— I was fixing some more stuff at the storage closet again," Michael chuckled nervously.

"Well, would you look at that. You must really want the experience for our trainee to feel very accommodated," teased William, slapping his hand on his shoulder as he slightly turned his body to reveal Y/N.

"This is Michael— I trust him as a dependent assistant for you while you work here. And Michael, meet your new coworker; Y/N."

The moment when Michael's wince faded away and his gaze trailed up her body, perusing her figure from head to toe, he realized he wasn't breathing when he took in her face.

Her.

It was really her .

Standing right before him, in person.

His eyes widened in horror. His lungs tightened in on him. His stomach couldn't stop swirling— and soon enough the panicking, rapid beating of his heart followed. Oh, he was fucked. He was so fucked. This desire that took over everything he worked so hard to prevent, all crumbled down on him when she entered his life. No— invaded his life, drowning into the rapacious depths of his mind when he allowed it.

"Michael? You alright there, pal?"

He stammered at the echoes of William's concern. He was too robbed of speech as he kept taking that recognizable face in. It was much worse for Michael witnessing Y/N slightly frowning at him for not responding— for not knowing what was running through his mind.

The poor boy forced himself to clear his throat, body shifting in uneasiness it was impossible for him to relax. "I'm— Sorry!Uh, I'm so sorry. I was just, uh. . . Nice to finally meet you."

She chuckled lightly when he reluctantly offered his hand out and shook it. "No worries. I look forward to working with you, Michael."

The way his name rolls off her tongue. The way her hand feels. How her soothing skin raptures his like cupping a delicate rose. The revering gaze she had in her eyes the longer they stared— enough to entice him like drizzles of kisses and raindrops on his skin that pinpricks of electricity couldn't stop bouncing through him.

Michael refused to believe this was his reality. The tighter his grip engulfed her hand, it felt physically real. She was really here. The new girl. His fucking coworker. This was no daydream, no fantasy that he could end.

William hears the entrance doors swing open again, eyes widening from the excitement. "Ah, more new employees are here. I'll be at the main diner hall if you need me. Good luck, Y/N."

Once Michael's father left the arcade, he felt the agitation surge in him again. It's a shame that spending an hour organizing the prize shelves to clear his mind was for absolutely nothing. How crazy can fate be, meeting a hot girl you've only seen online and next thing you know they're your coworker. Especially when the two of you just had phone sex about an hour ago?

Get it together. She already knows your nervous.

He cleared his throat again, forcing himself to act sedated around Y/N. He hadn't felt this nervous around a girl in so long; not since his teenage years. As he furtively gazed at her, the curiosity provoked him like an unwanted guest.

Millions of questions flooded his head, such as why she applied for this job when she's already making more money as a webcam model. But with all due respect, and for the sake of him pretending not to know anything, he proceeded with the only professional questions he came up with from the top of his head.

"So, uh. . . where did you hear about Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria? How'd you find the job application?" he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets as he sauntered down the arcade.

Y/N followed suit right by him with a pleasant smile. "This might sound crazy, but— I've actually been living near the pizzeria my whole life. I went here when I was a child and seeing the new and improved renovation somehow drew me in to work here. I wanted to work as an arcade attendant so I contacted your dad."

She lives nearby?!

"Woah, no way. Forreal?" Michael mused, raising his eyebrows at her. "Hm. You're not the only one being interested in working here because of the major upgrades. I mean, having new employees here feels nice."

The two stop at the prize corner, where Y/N noticed half of the shelves filled with toys, plushies, candy, and various electronics.

"If I remember correctly, my father put the both of us in charge of the prize corner. And before you came, I already set up some of the stuff, so. . ."

". . . You want me to help put up the rest?" she inquired with such politeness in her voice, her head slanting so coquettishly it made him stammer again.

Fuck. Pull yourself together, man. She's just tilting her goddamn head.

"Yes, yes! And maybe we should, uh— get to know each other since, you know. . . We'll be stationed together here for awhile."

There you go, Michael. Taking it slow as you should.

"Yeah. I'd love that!" she beamed. "I think it'll be great if we're comfortable with each other. If you feel awkward or uncomfortable around me, I promise I'm not judging you."

For the first time, Michael's face lit up when he laughed. He could also spot the twinkle in her eyes when she hears him laugh and see the real delight in his smile, like he's already comfortable with her. It made his heart leap again, the way she looks at him.

He doesn't just see her as some webcam model he jerks off to most nights anymore.

He only sees Y/N.

His friendly, beautiful coworker in broad daylight.

The two get along as they filled up the prize counter. Michael kept asking questions while she answers with honesty and kindness. She asked questions as well, which Michael answered confidently. Her presence felt so reassuring to him, something he needed that also soothed his agitation. That burning sensation was no longer aching him. He felt at ease with himself and with Y/N.

An hour later during the middle of training, Michael and Y/N take a break by grabbing a snack at the table he arranged earlier.

". . . Alright, Y/N. Be honest," Michael prompted as his laughter died down. "What are you excited about working at this job, hm? And what are you worried about?"

She glances at the ceiling while thinking of her answer. "Hm. I think I'm excited to be surrounded in the fun party vibe environment with a laid back occupation like you said. What I'm worried about is, well. . . customer and worker safety with the animatronics."

"Oh yeah. I get that," he asserted, chewing on his sandwich. "Sometimes kids get carried away with these animatronics and next thing they know, their heads get bit off or something."

"Damn. Hope that doesn't happen when we're here," Y/N scoffed as she sipped on her soda. "Does your father get questioned for the design choices?"

"Oh, yeah. Too many damn times in the past. But because of our good management here and no recent lawsuits, they don't bother us anymore."

Michael suddenly paused when he took in the sweetness of her perfume. She was sitting close to him at the lounge table, her body invading his senses he almost got carried away. He kept furtively gazing at her when she looks away, studying those wonderlust features he could finally stare at all day in person.

He still had mixed emotions about everything. Many unanswered questions that he forced to keep to himself. The idea of her wanting a side job at a shady pizzeria like this, the filthy carnal thoughts that run in her head, what she was doing before she answered that phone and what she thinks of him so far. . . But those questions had to wait. Hopefully the answers would all unravel themselves to him as time passes.

Michael glanced at the prize counter shelves then back to Y/N, a genuine smile stretched across his face. "You know, you did a pretty good job with the shelves."

Her eyes had that glimmer again when she gazed at him. It was something about his alluring voice that soothed her. "Really? You think so?"

Michael nearly stammered again. "Y— yeah. You did very well."

She scoffs at Michael's comment as if he was bluffing. Meanwhile, in her head, the sudden praise he gave for her felt endearing. "I appreciate it, Michael. If you need help with anything else, let me know."

He couldn't stop staring at her. His lips kept shifting from side to side, wanting to engage in more conversation with her. But it wasn't until she put down her soda and shifted her entire body to him directly.

"You mind if I start asking some questions now?" she chuckles lightly.

Michael rapidly blinks when he took in her beguiling front profile. "Y— yeah. Go ahead."

"What motivates you to come to work?"

"That— that's a great question." Michael sighed deeply, scavenging his empty mind for a response he never opened up to anyone. "Truth is, before the whole renovation all I wanted to do was help my father. Working here felt like a chance to redeem myself from my wrong doings and clear his wrong doings, too. I used to be a nightguard here, you know. It was a stressful ass job, but I managed to survive. Now my shift has moved to the daytime which is so much more relieving."

And because I get to see you almost everyday now.

"Wow," she mutters, her expression revealing pity for him. "I don't know much about what happened, but being a nightguard here must've been real difficult for you. And probably scary."

"Oh, it was. But don't worry about it. That's all in the past now," Michael smiled. He glanced at the clock and realized their break was about to end soon.

"Well, at least you're still here despite all that shit you've been through. Must've took a lot of courage to do all that. But, hey. Now you get to have fun with me," she chortled, playfully nudging his shoulder.

Michael chuckled at her enthusiasm. Hearing her encouraging him ignited some hope and motivation like a spark. There was hope that she'd get closer with him. There was hope that life at work would be much more fun with Y/N in it. It's fascinating that throughout training, his working conduct gradually got to him around her; despite knowing what she does as her side gig. And he would never hold that against her.

There was more to her than being just a hot camgirl. And he's desperate to find out.

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[celpheres]

My issues with this fandom

or: Celpheres‘ complaints combined in one post

1. Fatphobia

First, theres way too much fanart in wich Airaphale is portrayed as thin as Crowley. You can justify this with “individual art style” as much as you want, but making a canonically chubby, short character look slim and tall is idealizing the cliche of chubby people to be in need of fixing, wich is bullshit. (Though I have to admit that, at least, this problem often comes alone. I can’t say the same about the following ones though…)

Second, why does everyone pretend that Crowley can’t manage to pick Aziraphale up? And why does it still work the other way around? You really think Aziraphale’s body weights so much more than Crowley’s? If you do, you really need to understand that fat is not the only thing that puts weight in a human body... It is not even the dominant bringer of weight.

Plus, they’re both not bound to human weakness and they probably weight the same in addition. So why is it always Aziraphale being too heavy for Crowley, while Crowley weighs like nothing to Aziraphale?

Oh, right! One is chubby, the other one is slim. Congratulations.

I am so tired of this nonsense.

2. Sexism/Transphobia

Crowley in pink Pyjamas or a glitter dress, wearing tons of make up and chewing pink bubblegum, all tiny and fragile and delicate, using She/They pronouns and being genderfluid or a woman. This concept is practically flooding the fandom, it’s almost treated as canon.

And why? Because Crowley has dressed feminine (once) in order to be undercover and has long hair from time to time.

This is it. This is fucking all. Apparently, men can’t have hairstyles or wear a dress without automatically losing their strength and gender.

The message in this: Having long hair and wearing a dress means you are no longer a man, you are obligated to wear only pink and crop tops, and it means that you’re fragile and twiggy. Oh, this representation…

How can people claim this shit to be “inclusive” while all they do is being sexist?

There’s no problem wit headcanoning Crowley as nonbinary. The problem is the toxic character twists people make and the way they support tons harmful cliches in order to make Crowley fuckable and helpless.

(Also, where the hell did this entire craze of Crowley wearing pink oversized hoodies and makeup come from? Why do so many insist that it’s canon..? Even if Crowley were genderfluid, why? Where is the connection to Crowley here?)

3. Trauma erasure

Aziraphale has been emotionally abused for 6000 years, and clearly suffers enormous anxiety and insecurity. There is no doubt of the trauma he has. Right?

Apparently there is. For quite some part of the fandom, in fact.

As a lot of the fans think, Crowley is the only one being traumatized, and he is the only one needing comfort. And why? Because Aziraphale “would never understand the pain of falling”.

That’s no valid reason. At all.

They’re two different people, it is completely unrelated.

Another reason is clearly the belief that Crowley’s pain is worse since he was servant of hell, while Aziraphale was serving heaven.

Those people haven’t gotten the story, did they? The entire point is that heaven isn’t as good as it seems, especially not for Aziraphale. He is traumatized, damn it. Crowley at least received respect down there.

Crowley may have experienced more physical pain in canon, but Aziraphale has experienced a lot of pain, too. Emotional pain is no less severe than physical one. Trauma is not scalable. Get this in your damned heads, fandom…

4. Victim blaming

Now that we’re talking about that, why is the fandom so keen on accusing Aziraphale of cruelty and fault of the entire situation? He is blamed for “hurting Crowley so horribly” and being so “oblivious and disrespectful” and that he “rejected poor Crowley’s love so many times”…

Look. Aziraphale is insecure and scared, and I’m sure he might feel the need to apologize to Crowley. But never, never ever, would Crowley agree that Aziraphale actually has a reason to apologize. He would never ask him to apologize, he would never act like the apology is necessary and he will absolutely not be “unsure if he can forgive him”.

Crowley is not an idiot. He knows why Aziraphale was keeping distance.

And you know what all of these have in common? Tons of harmful cliches, tons of illogical twists. All following one ideal:

Crowley is the whimpering mess in need to be saved/protected. He is pink and small and feminine so he can be turned into a fuckable baby.

Aziraphale is a ruthless, brutal, cold warrior. He keeps making mistakes and hurting Crowley oh so mercilessly, the broad shouldered emotionless thug who needs to earn forgiveness from Crowley. And of course, he is turned excessively and inaccurately rough and masculine in order to be Crowley’s dominant, rock-like Sugar Daddy.

The most popular artists in the fandom make all of this their main theme in art. I keep stumbling over this shit, no matter how many people I block. But the plain fact that so many people enjoy this, is enough to make me hate (the biggest part of) the fandom.

And I am absolutely and completely disgusted.

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