#and then I realized adult TV was not as good as they made it seem and went

[josnhoes]

Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader. Part 3

[Part 2]

Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader

Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, stalking, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, drugging, mentioned abduction, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older, cursing, violence by reader!

Focus on Jason

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You never liked working the night shift, the walk home was always creepy. A constant impending doom on your shoulder. Sure lately you had the Bats watching you, but tonight they seemed to be missing. You debated on calling a taxi yet you knew at night alone a taxi could be more dangerous then walking. At least when you walk if need be you can try and run.

You passed by a store with TVs in the windows, the news on several of the screens warning of an escape at Arkham. No wonder the bats were missing and the street was empty. You pulled out and gripped the taser your friend had given you tightly in your hand. It was a high voltage one, strong enough to drop a large man, maybe even killer croc the issue was you had to be close by. Still the protection or the hint of it soothed some of your nerves as you sprinted home.

Coming up to your apartment door and without incident had you nearly crying in relief. You began to unlock your door quickly when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was definitely the paranoia from the news and the late night that made you whip around and jab the taser into whoever it was.

They dropped like a sack of wet flour to your feet unconscious, and you realized who you just tazed. "Oh God...oh God! I just tazed the Redhood, oh fuck oh fuck..." So much for getting home without incident.

Jason came to a faded tingling in his limbs and... his mask on his face? He sat up ready to go on the attack until he saw you. Then he remembered you had tazed him. His sweet little sibling had *tazed* him. He didn't know if he should be proud or worried you had a taser so strong.

You were asleep on the old recliner while he had been laid on the sofa. He recognized some aches, you must have dragged him in. He was impressed you managed to move him on your own. But he'd have to talk to you about not bringing strays into the house. This time it was him but what if it hadn't been him?

Jason groaned because he knew the family would see this whole incident. If not from his mask footage, then from the many cameras Replacement had placed around the apartment and outside it. "Fuck..." He was never going to hear the end of it.

At the sound of a foreign voice you jolted awake and looked at him scared. "Please don't be mad?" Your voice was small, and if he hadn't been paying attention to you he would have missed it.

"Normally folks start with a sorry. But I'll let it slide this time." He was doing his best not to show his softness to you. He wanted to scoup you up and praise you for defending yourself. But another part of him *hated* the fact you had had to do it at all.

"I'm sorry! I... I saw the news about the Arkham break out on the way home and when someone...you touched me I panicked."

He couldn't tell if you were feeling guilty for hurting him or scared he'd hurt you in return. "You got good reaction time kid. What the fuck were you doing out though?" Most employers had safe rooms or an office in the back that employees could hide in during a break out. Usually it was just an at night situation since the day time was usually safe to travel.

"I had to get home. I didn't know about the break out until halfway home, and I was already closer to home than work. It was smarter for me to run home than double back." It was a logical choice on your end, but he still didn't like it.

"Normally I'd be pissed at this," No he wouldn't have not with them his baby sibling. "But given the situation and the fact you brought me inside and left my helmet on I'll let it slide."

He knew he didn't have the usual clean record the bat brood had. Publicly, he was an anti-hero and crime lord. Sure, he hadn't killed anyone recently, but the civilians were always wary because they knew it was on the table for him. It wasn't. He was *trying* to be better, but most didn't see it that way.

"Really?" The hopeful and pathetic look on your face made him chuckle. An action that he knew with the voice modulator was intimidating.

"Really. I'm not even going to tell you to be more careful next time. You need reactions like that in Gotham." They didn't need them, not much longer. The family would keep them safe. He wouldn't fail them like the family had him. In fact... "But, since I *am* the injured party. You're going to let me stay here tonight."

"What? Shouldn't you be out fighting?" You almost seemed desperate to get him out. That was okay he knew you were just scared and shaken from tonight's events.

"That taser did a bit more damage than I expected. I go out now, I would be a liability." That was a lie not that he'd ever let you find that out. "Besides wouldn't it be better to have someone here with you?" He knew you were scared, more scared of the rogues than him.

"But... fine! You get the sofa tonight." You tried so hard to keep some semblance of control in this, that was cute.

"You got it, Sparky." He laughed as you bristled at the nickname. He'd keep you safe, and even if Bruce wanted to, Jason would be free from any scolding. After all, he had been tasked with playing gaurd tonight, from a distance... but this was far more effective. He wouldn't let you die, not like he had, Jason would burn Gotham before he let that happen.

#yandere dc #dc x reader #yandere x reader #platonic yandere batfam #platonic yandere #batfam x reader

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: Wayne & Steve bonding. Can be 5+1 with the party members seeing it & then the +1 can be Steve realizing that Wayne is his safe adult & that he is included by both Wayne & Eddie (his partner) as a Munson

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PLATONIC LOVE!!!! ALSO HAPPY 100TH WORK ON AO3 FOR ME!!!! I had started another request but then realized my 100th work needed to have Wayne. Like, it was a no brainer. I love Wayne Munson with my entire heart. He loves Steve with his entire heart. Here we are! - Mickala ❤️

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one

It started out pretty awkward.

Eddie had suggested the fishing trip, said it would be great for them to bond and get to know each other.

“Steve’s not goin’ anywhere, and Wayne’s approval is more important to me than anything else, so you might as well find some common ground,” he said to them both over dinner.

So Steve agreed to this fishing trip, and he agreed to let Wayne pick the place and drive them there and provide all the necessary tools.

He didn’t know how to fish so it made sense that he didn’t make any of the decisions.

Of course, Wayne didn’t know he didn’t know how to fish. He’d maybe made it sound like he used to go when he was younger, before his dad stopped showing any interest in spending time with him.

But his dad wasn’t really ever around, and certainly didn’t do anything to bond with him, so here he was.

Trying to pretend he knew how a worm went on a hook.

Wayne hadn’t said much, though Eddie had already warned him that it didn’t mean he didn’t like him, he just didn’t usually say much unless he knew you well.

He was pretty focused on baiting his own hook, or that’s what Steve thought it was called, and Steve didn’t really think it would go well if he interrupted to ask stupid questions.

“You’ve never done this before, have ya?” Wayne suddenly asked, not looking up from his hook.

“Um. No sir?” Steve replied.

No point in lying when it was so obvious he had no clue what he was doing.

Wayne finally looked at him, his eyes squinted as he searched his face.

“You want some help with that?” he finally asked Steve.

“Please.”

Wayne didn’t take the hook and worm from him though. Instead, he gently scooted closer and started showing Steve how to do it himself.

“There ya go! Now, professionals use different bait and hooks and all kindsa stuff I don’t have the patience for. We just use worms cuz they’re cheap and work just fine. You ever cast your own line or you need me to show ya?”

“I can watch you and then try,” Steve replied.

This was going…well. Wayne seemed eager to help instead of annoyed like Steve thought he would be.

He watched Wayne cast his line out, reeling it in just a bit once the bobber hit the water.

“Why do you reel it in like that?” Steve asked, genuinely curious.

“Keeps the line tight so you can see any movement. If the bait ain’t on there good, a fish might be able to wiggle it off, but if you see the line moving, you might be able to still catch him,” Wayne said quietly. “Think you can do it?”

Steve didn’t think he could, but he wanted to impress Wayne.

And then he did it.

“I did it!” he said, maybe a bit too loud for the environment.

“You did! Proud of ya!” Wayne said back, big smile on his face.

He didn’t seem to care that Steve was so loud he probably scared all the damn fish away, or that it was such a simple task that Steve accomplished.

He was just proud.

And when Steve caught his first fish 20 minutes later, he could have sworn he saw Wayne wipe a tear from his eye.

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two

“Invite him over,” Wayne suggested.

“To your house?” Steve said as he stopped putting his shoes on.

“Yeah. We got plenty of snacks. Lucas seems like a nice kid. He puts up with Eddie and that Max girl. Must be an angel actually,” Wayne snorted.

Steve looked at him, and at the tv that was already tuned in to the channel the basketball game would be on.

“If you’re sure…” Steve said, removing his shoes again to go call Lucas.

“Tell him to bring his ball and we can practice after! Only if you promise to go easy on me, I’m an old man,” Wayne added as he sipped on his beer.

Steve was quick on the phone, smiling to himself when Lucas seemed so excited about getting to hang out with Steve and Wayne.

Lucas made it just as the game started, sweating from the bike ride over.

“Grab a pop from the fridge and take a seat, kiddo,” Wayne said from his armchair.

“Is Eddie here?” Lucas asked as he did what Wayne said and sat down on the couch next to Steve.

“Nope. Had physical therapy and then band practice. Won’t see that boy until near midnight, I’d say.”

Steve nodded in agreement.

Eddie always got distracted at band practice, especially if they started smoking. Wayne always told him to call if he needed a ride, but not if he needed bail.

The game was intense, and all of them ended up standing on their feet pacing for the last two minutes of it. It was so back and forth, so close, they were almost certain it would go to overtime.

It didn’t though, and Wayne hugged both Steve and Lucas excitedly.

“Alright, who wants to go shoot some hoops?”

Steve knew for a fact the Munsons didn’t have a basketball net. Eddie wasn’t a sports guy and Wayne didn’t have time until pretty recently to have any hobbies.

But Steve and Lucas followed him onto the back porch and Steve stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the small cement pad now had a basketball net.

“When did you get that?”

“Well, when Eddie mentioned you still liked to play for fun, I figured it’d be nice to have. Not a lot of space out here for a real game, but it’s somethin’.”

Wayne looked shy, almost nervous, which was something he never was.

“You got this for Steve?” Lucas asked him.

“Yeah. You’re welcome to come over and practice anytime, too,” he said to Lucas with a smile.

“Seriously? This is awesome!” Lucas took his ball and ran down the porch steps to start shooting at the net.

“You got this for me?” Steve asked Wayne, still slightly surprised by the gesture.

“Yeah, kid. Want you to feel like this is your home too, ya know?”

“Oh.”

Steve wasn’t gonna cry, he wasn’t.

He hugged Wayne quickly, then joined Lucas. Wayne sat on the porch and watched for a bit, cheering when Lucas managed to score on him three times in a row.

Surprisingly, Eddie came home in the midst of an intense one on one match.

He took one look at Steve and Lucas, and turned to Wayne.

“Since when do we support jockhood in this house?” he asked him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Since you fell in love with one,” Wayne smirked.

“I’m not- we haven’t- Wayne!” Eddie sputtered before going back inside.

Wayne shook his head, but continued watching Steve and Lucas competing against each other, hopefully for the first of many times.

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three

Max should go home. She couldn’t just hide at the Munson trailer every single time her mom had to work late.

She had to face her fears and just stay home alone.

But Eddie was here having a mini-session with Mike, Will, and Lucas, and she felt better being around all of them than being in her house.

Plus, Wayne had made her hot chocolate and let her taste test the cookies he made.

She wasn’t playing, but she watched the entire time, sipping on her hot chocolate and watching Wayne out of the corner of her eye.

He was in the kitchen baking something new, but had told her she couldn’t try this one yet.

It looked like a cake, but it had a lot of steps to it and she couldn’t be quite sure when he kept moving things from counter to counter and then counter to oven.

At exactly 7:00, Eddie clapped his hands, thanked everyone for coming, and told them to get out.

“How’s the cake comin’ old man? Steve’s gonna be here in 20 minutes!” Eddie said as he started frantically cleaning up.

Max watched as they both seemed to rush through their tasks, ignoring her entirely, maybe even forgetting she was still on the couch.

And then it hit her.

“Shit! It’s Steve’s birthday, isn’t it?” she asked.

Wayne and Eddie both stood in the doorway of the kitchen looking at her.

“Have you been here this whole time?” Eddie asked.

“Ed, I forgot the powdered sugar,” Wayne said suddenly.

“Fuck!” Eddie said, exasperated.

“Language!” Wayne huffed out, turning back to his cake. “I think my Ma used to just blend regular sugar to make it so she didn’t have to pay for it. Let me see how much sugar we got.”

“Max, let me walk you home,” Eddie said, forcing a smile.

But just as she was getting up to let him, not wanting to push him too much when he was so obviously stressed, the front door opened and Steve walked in.

“You will never believe what this woman did at closing time tonight. I thought Robin was going to have to go to jail. Oh. Hey Max.”

Steve paused as he took in the looks of panic on Max and Eddie’s face and the chaos happening in the kitchen.

“Is everything okay?” Steve asked, suddenly worried.

“Everything’s great! Actually, can you walk Max home?”

“Is that Steve?” Wayne asked from the kitchen, peeking around the doorway. “Dammit, I need 10 minutes!”

Eddie shooed Steve back out the door and Max followed without being asked.

When the door shut behind them, Steve looked at Max with a confused look.

“Happy birthday, I guess?” she shrugged.

“Oh. Is that today?” he asked.

“Apparently. I don’t think the Munsons understand the idea behind not celebrating birthdays.”

Steve laughed, smiling fondly at the closed front door.

“Alright, well. Let’s get you home so they can embarrass me without an audience.”

They walked down the road to Max’s trailer in silence. Max didn’t mind it with Steve, it felt like they both needed it.

But when they arrived at her house, she turned to Steve and hugged him.

“All good, red?” he asked as he hugged her back.

“Yeah. Just glad we have them.”

“Who? The Munsons?”

“Yeah. They’re pretty great.”

Steve smiled down at her.

“Yeah, they’re alright.”

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four

Nancy spent a lot of time at the library. Probably more than anyone else in Hawkins.

She’d seen it all.

The nerds using it to study, the old people reading the newspaper, the kids being brought by their moms for storytime.

She’d never once seen a Munson.

Until today.

Wayne Munson was standing in the aisle of books that held books about gardening.

He looked lost, and she wanted to help.

“Hey, Wayne right?” she whispered.

He jumped, but then relaxed when he saw it was just a young woman.

“Yes, and you are?”

“Nancy. You probably don’t remember, but I was with everyone when Eddie was brought into the hospital,” she said, hating to bring up bad memories, but needing him to know that she knew Eddie.

“Ah, yes. Mike’s sister?”

“That’s me.” She cleared her throat. “You look like you need some help. I’m basically a librarian for how often I’m here, so maybe I can help?”

“Yeah. I’m lookin’ for a book about trees that can grow here easily. All these seem to be about tropical plants.”

He was right. For some reason, most of the books available were about tropical plants or encyclopedias about flowers.

“There is one…hold on.” Nancy walked a few feet away and looked at the one book she knew would have the information he needed. “Here it is!” She handed it to him. “Any specific tree you’re looking for?”

“Well, I’m gonna plant a tulip tree in the backyard, but I need to know what it needs.”

Nancy smiled.

“You a fan of tulip trees?”

“Ah can’t say I care either way. But Steve likes ‘em and he’s been feelin’ a bit down lately, so figured it might make him smile.”

Nancy frowned.

“He’s been down?” she asked.

Admittedly, she hadn’t seen him much lately, but that was because he was busy working with Robin and spending his free time with Eddie or the kids.

“Well, it ain’t my business to say, but his parents came to town last week and he ain’t been the same since. He won’t talk about it, not even with Ed,” Wayne sounded sad, but also angry.

She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I know they’re frustrating to say the least. But he’ll be alright. I’m glad he has you to cheer him up,” she smiled at him.

“Me too. You won’t tell him about this yet, right?”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

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five

Robin was hot.

“Steve, there is no way this pool takes this long to clean,” she said from her chair.

“Maybe it wouldn’t if I had help,” Steve said with a sigh.

“I think he’s expecting us to help him,” Eddie said from his chair next to her, not opening his eyes to actually look.

“It’s not as hot in the pool,” he tried to bribe them.

“As if we would get in that untreated dirty water!” Eddie exclaimed.

“We have all literally been covered in Upside Down dust and demo-creature blood.”

“Against our will!” Robin exclaimed.

“Alright, I’m calling Wayne,” Steve said as he got out of the pool.

Not even 20 minutes later, Steve was walking back outside, Wayne trailing behind him in a bathing suit.

“I’m scraping the bottom first so I can scoop any debris out before I treat it,” Steve explained to him. “I think that last storm we got just got a lot of heavier limbs in it so there’s more than I expected.”

“And these two are just watching?”

“We’re supervising. Here for emergencies and getting him drinks when needed,” Eddie said.

“Right. So I’ll take a cold beer,” Wayne said with a smirk.

Eddie moved his sunglasses off his face and glared at him.

“You just came from inside.”

“And now I’m hot. Get me a beer or go home.”

Robin watched the exchange like a tennis match, then turned to Steve who was getting back in the pool like he was used to this kind of thing happening all the time.

“I’m so glad he called you,” she said to Wayne as Eddie grumbled his way inside.

“Me too,” Wayne said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Robin watched them work, taking in the way Wayne explained the best way to treat the pool (“shock it, but then focus on the filter itself, not just the actual pool”) and how long it should sit.

An hour later, they were finishing up the main part of the treatment, and Wayne knocked Steve’s shoulder.

“Great job, kid. Probably wanna let it sit overnight so no one’s skin is burnin’ though.”

“What?! We can’t even swim today?” Eddie shrieked.

“Go swim in the bathtub. Better yet, a puddle in the road,” Wayne yelled back at him. He turned back to Steve. “You comin’ for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, let me clean up first. Want me to bring anything?”

“Just yourself, you know that.”

Wayne turned to go, and grabbed Eddie’s ear.

“Ow!”

“You’re comin’ with me. You got some stuff to do around the trailer before I let you come over here and swim.”

“I’m a grown man!”

“And grown men clean up before their boyfriends come over. Let’s go.”

Wayne walked away, knowing Eddie would follow him.

Robin couldn’t help the loud laugh she let out as Eddie scrambled to follow, nearly tripping over his own feet when he stopped to kiss Steve quickly before leaving the back patio.

“They’re a blast,” Robin said when they were gone.

“They’re the best,” Steve said fondly.

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plus one

It was too late for someone to be knocking on the door, but Wayne knew better than to ignore it.

Too many late night knocks had been because of emergencies.

“Go back to bed, Ed,” he said to Eddie when he saw him coming out of his bedroom, half asleep and half naked.

But he knew Eddie would be curious and wasn’t surprised when he followed him to the front door.

“Steve?”

He had an armful of Steve as soon as he said his name, wrapping his arms around him protectively.

It was damn near two in the morning, why the hell was he here?

“Are you hurt, son?”

He heard Steve let out a loud sob against his chest and he quickly pulled him inside all the way, closing the door so the neighbors wouldn’t hear and get nosy.

“Stevie?” Eddie asked from behind Wayne.

“Go get some water for him, Ed,” Wayne said over his shoulder. “Steve? What happened?”

“They kicked me out. They found out about Eddie and kicked me out,” Steve said between sobs and panting breaths.

“Alright. Let’s sit down for a minute,” Wayne tried to stay calm, but anger was coursing through his body.

Who could kick out their own son? Especially over something so small?

He shouldn’t be surprised that the Harringtons would, but it still felt like someone poured cold water over him.

“I don’t know what to do. I have nowhere to go,” Steve whimpered.

“Now that right there is nonsense, son. You got us right here, don’t ya? You think we’d let you be homeless when Ed’s got a perfectly good bed for you to sleep in? Hell, ya sleep in it most nights a week anyway.” Wayne sighed, running his hands up and down Steve’s back as they sat on the couch. “You belong here with us. It’s their loss and someday they’ll have to live with the regret of hurtin’ you. But you’re my kid, and you ain’t gonna be livin’ on the streets. Understand me?”

Steve nodded against his chest.

Eddie walked in silently with a glass of water, fear in his eyes.

Wayne gave him a look and hoped he was communicating that he shouldn’t ask right now.

“You wanna have some water for me? Maybe a nice hot shower and then bed?” Wayne asked.

Steve nodded.

“Look at me, Steve.” He waited for Steve to look at him. “You’re my son. I love you and I want you to be here. You deserve to be loved just as you are.”

Steve sniffled, trying to hold back another sob as he nodded.

Wayne watched him sip on the water for a few minutes, and watched as Eddie walked him to the bathroom to make sure he had everything he needed for a shower.

He never understood how parents could look at their children and feel anything but the purest form of love.

Steve may not be his biologically, but he was practically a Munson since the day he carried Eddie out of Hell.

If Wayne had to help him out his own version of Hell, then he’d do it with a smile on his face and praise on his tongue.

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[daisynik7]

Give You Blue

Chapter 2: First Impressions

Pairing: Eren x f!reader, Reiner x f!reader (past relationship)

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: explicit sexual content/smut (flashback), language, angst

Word Count: ~3.6k

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Summary: You move into your new dorm with your friend and roommate, Annie, where you update her on your current relationship status. That night, you meet Eren Jaeger, your new Resident Assistant. Author’s Notes: Thanks so much for all the love so far on Chapter 1! Very excited for you all to see where this series goes. Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated, so thank you so much for the support! If you want to be tagged in any future chapters, please let me know in the comments or interact with the Give You Blue Taglist post. Appreciate y’all!

The bedroom window is cracked open, the chirping of crickets loud and oddly comforting. There’s the distant bark of a dog down the block, and the drone of a car, the distinct sound of wheels spinning slowly on gravel. The TV is on, a random show playing on low volume, enough to fill the space with ambient noise. Altogether, it’s the familiar symphony of summer nights spent with Reiner. Sure, it’s mundane and insignificant. But it’s yours.

It's past midnight, the two of you in bed, snuggled together. Reiner kisses you, slow and deep, tongue slipping past your lips to graze against teeth. His hand slides from your back, then underneath the waistband of your pajamas, feeling your ass through your underwear. The laugh track from the sitcom in the background drowns the moan that escapes you as his fingers work their way beneath your panties, rubbing your clit.

“Reiner,” you whine, shifting beside him to spread your legs apart. He chuckles softly, kissing your cheek before making his way to your ear, whispering, “Let me take care of you, baby.”

It’s the summer before university starts, one month left of vacation before the two of you are college students. It seems like only yesterday you were kids, chasing each other on the playground in your own little game of tag. Even now, eighteen and officially adults, the two of you follow where the other goes, attending Stohess University together. Some things never change.

His finger dips between your folds, gathering slick from your arousal, circling your throbbing clit. You squirm from his touch, your grip on his hair tightening from the stimulation. “Let me eat you out.”

You swallow hard, nervous by his offer. “No, it’s okay. I…I haven’t shaved,” you admit, embarrassed.

He laughs quietly, tugging at your chin to face him, nuzzling his nose against yours. “You think I care? Come on, Coco.”

You smile, pressing your lips to his. “Fine.” 

He positions himself between your legs, pulling off your shorts and underwear simultaneously. Without hesitation, his lips latch onto your bud, licking and pushing his tongue against it. You grab his pillow, scented like him, covering your mouth to muffle your cries. You orgasm within minutes, knees wobbly from the pleasure, wet and loud smooches as he kisses along the inside of your thighs, suckling at your skin. Soon after, he’s on top of you, cock hard in his fist, stroking his shaft. He guides himself inside you, your pussy adjusting to his size until he bottoms out. You wrap yourself around him, legs coiled at his waist, arms draped over his shoulders. He kisses you on the lips before he starts thrusting. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” 

He makes love to you gently, his hips rutting into you at a steady pace, hands caressing your skin delicately. You whimper beneath him, your second climax approaching, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, his luscious words charming you into a daze.

I love you.

We were made for each other.

It’ll be like this for the rest of our lives.

You wake up in the dark, facing the blank wall. It takes you a moment to realize where you are: inside your dorm room, alone in your bed. Sighing, you reach behind for your phone, face-down on your nightstand. Clicking the lock button to illuminate the screen, you squint your eyes while they adjust to the light, checking the time: 9:54 PM. It’s been hours of you lying dormant, in and out of sleep, ignoring the grumble of hunger in your belly, the stiffness in your limbs. You unpacked haphazardly after Reiner left and immediately retreated under the covers, body curled in the fetal position, mind racing with memories of the past. Now, it even haunts your dreams; you can’t escape it. It’s all you think about, asleep or awake. Scenes of your life together playing like a movie in fast-forward, pausing on all the empty promises. A glaring reminder that he lied. In his defense, you’re certain he meant it at the time. But being angry at him is easier than the actual convoluted feelings you’re experiencing.  You want so badly to be mad at him, to hate him. After everything you’ve been through, it’s impossible. That’s the fucked-up part: you’ll always love him.

You unlock your phone, checking for any notifications, disappointed when you don’t see one from Reiner. Part of you hopes he would text you to check in with how you’re doing. After all, he said you are still his best friend. Does he really mean that? The last message he sent was from a few days ago, before he picked you up from your house. Heading over now. See you soon! He helped pack your belongings in his car, smiling and carefree, excited for the new semester. Everything was normal, and now, with a blink of an eye, it’s not. 

You force yourself to close out of his message, convinced that you would stare at it the rest of the night if you let yourself. Below are your texts with Annie, your roommate and long-time friend. She texted you earlier this week, informing you of her arrival tomorrow morning. You’re unsure how she’ll react when you break the news to her. She’s always been wary of Reiner, despite knowing him just as long as you have. Another classmate from the same kindergarten class, though she never trusted him. While they are cordial with each other, you know deep down she harbors some sort of ill feeling towards him. The reason remains a mystery. If you were to guess, it could be that she never felt comfortable with you being so attached to him. “You rely on him too much.” She’s told you this multiple times, always waving it off with a laugh and a, “I know.” As if it were endearing to be so dependent on one other person. 

And it wasn’t one-sided; Reiner relied on you too, especially during the lowest points of his life. When he was twelve, he attempted to reconnect with his estranged father. The asshole didn’t even want to look at him, immediately refusing the idea of reuniting. And when his mom chose to ignore the issue than face it, the only person he had left was you. From then on, you were everything to him. He held you on the highest pedestal, so naturally, you did the same with him. 

We rely on each other so much; we’ll never be able to explore the real world. He said that to you earlier this morning. This whole time, you thought what you and Reiner had was the real world. All along, you were in your own little bubble, shielding each other from harm, concealing what else the universe can offer. You were happy this way, and you thought he was too. Or maybe you didn’t know any better.

You stare up, still in darkness, barely making out the popcorn ceiling of your bedroom, contemplating. You’re beginning to understand the reasons behind Reiner’s decision. Still, heartbreak hurts, and you wished he had talked to you about it before completely blindsiding you. Would it have stung less? Who knows. No matter how it could have happened, this is pain you have to suffer through. And this time, you don’t have him to help you endure it.

~~~

The next morning, you wake up from the walls rattling as Annie drags two giant suitcases aggressively through the doorway. 

You turn to face her, still in the same state you were in last night. Empty stomach, body even stiffer from inactivity, eyes swollen. And Annie, being as observant as she is, doesn’t let this go unnoticed. 

“What the hell happened to you?” She smirks, amused by your awful appearance, most likely thinking you had a rough night’s sleep. Nothing serious. You’re used to her blunt personality; you’ve always respected it. However, right now, it’s all a little too much. 

You can’t hold back your tears, admitting, “Reiner broke up with me.”

It’s an instant switch in demeanor. She drops her bags to the floor, rushing to you, sitting at the edge. Her brows are knit with concern, mouth partly open in shock. “What?”

You briefly explain what happened, giving her all the most important bits. She listens to you without interrupting, expression unchanging. When you’re finished, she takes a deep breath and mutters, “I’m going to kill him.”

She stands up so abruptly that you’re actually convinced that she will, so you grab her by the wrist to stop her. “Annie, don’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I? He deserves it. How can he do this to you?” She crosses her arms over her chest, pacing the small space between your two beds.

“You’re the one who said we rely on each other too much!”

“I know, but still. This is vile, even for him. He could have handled it better. He’s an asshole for doing it the way he did.” You stay silent, unsure how else to respond. You don’t want to defend him; it’s not your job to do that anymore. 

She lets you off the hook for a while, leaving the room to fetch the rest of her belongings. You remain in bed, watching her slip in and out of the room, appreciating the fact that you are no longer alone. With her side of the room unpacked, she focuses her attention back to you, hands on her hips like she means business. “You’re going to get through this, okay? Baby steps. First, you need to shower and brush your teeth.”

“How’d you know – ”

“Your breath stinks and you look awful.”

This is when you’re more than thankful for Annie’s straightforward tendency. For the first time in what seems like forever, you let out a genuine laugh. “You’re right.”

“Then, we’ll get lunch. The old man got me on the platinum meal plan again, so we can feast all semester long. See? Baby steps.”

You give her a small grin, nodding, bones cracking as you sit up to hop off the bed. When you stand, your legs almost give way; Annie catches you, offering stability. After a well-needed shower and an extra-long brush of your teeth, you throw on an outfit, ready for daylight. 

On your way to the campus cafeteria and all throughout lunch, Annie distracts you with a detailed recap of her summer vacation. Normally, she doesn’t talk this much, more of a listener than a chatter herself, but you know she’s trying anything to help you in your current misery. That means keeping your mind off Reiner and learning more about the Leonhart’s trip to Spain and the Bahamas. 

With food and nutrients back in your belly, you’re already feeling better. This moment is fleeting, however, when you make your way back to the dorms. Walking in the opposite direction is Bertolt Hoover. You think there’s a chance he doesn’t notice, since he’s chatting with the girl beside him. Unfortunately, he does. When he spots you and Annie, he waves, facing his friend to say something. She parts ways with him, leaving him alone with the two of you. “Hey.”

You force a smile, while Annie glares at him. “Hi, Bertolt.”

Clearing his throat nervously, he stutters, “How are you?”

He knows, he has to. Bertolt is Reiner’s best friend, outside of you, and surely, he’s aware of it. You shrug, words not sufficient enough to explain what you’re feeling. He understands, nodding awkwardly. “I’m sorry. About you and Reiner.”

“Did you already know he wanted to break up with her?” Annie blurts out, unable to help herself.

He sputters, clearly uncomfortable. “I…I mean…He may have mentioned it, yeah.”

She scoffs. “Wow. Unbelievable.”

“What was I supposed to do, Annie?!” he asks, defensively. “Rat him out?”

“You could at least given her a warning. Or encouraged him to talk to her before dropping a fucking colossal bomb.” 

“You know how he is. Reiner isn’t good at dealing with this kind of stuff. He confuses himself about what he really wants.”

“There was definitely a better way to handle it, I’m sure you can agree with that, Bertie.”

They argue with each other for a while longer, Annie’s petty nickname for him triggering another angry response. You look down at your feet, wondering what Reiner told Bertolt that he didn’t have the guts to tell you. 

Heated discussion fizzling out, Bertolt utters your name softly, catching your attention. “Look, I know this is all still fresh. But I wanted to check on you. You’re still my friend. I hope you know that.”

It’s practically the same statement Reiner said yesterday morning. You’re still my best friend, Coco. I hope you know that. A throwaway sentiment that’s supposed to make it all okay. As if it justifies it. You could let it pass, be on your way without discussing it further. But you don’t. Instead, you say, “A friend would have warned me, or at least tried to. I got blindsided, Bertolt. And it fucking hurts.”

He’s silent, unable to think of a good response. There’s nothing else he can say to make the situation any better. “Well, I’ll let Reiner know that I saw you.”

“Why would you do that?”

“He’s worried about you. You haven’t texted him, so he doesn’t know how you’re doing.”

This sets you off. “He broke up with me and expects me to reach out to him? What the fuck is that kind of logic?”

“I know, I know. I’m just relaying what was mentioned to me, okay?”

Blowing up at Bertolt won’t solve anything. With a deep exhale, you calmly state, “If he wants to talk to me, then he’s more than welcome to. But I’m not going to reach out to him. He wanted this breakup. I’m trying my best to move on.”

~~~

Annie stays with you in the room as you crawl back under the covers, enough excitement for the day. You spend the afternoon watching sad movie clips on your phone, torturing yourself with even more pain. Around 5:00 PM, there’s a knock on the door. You remain still, facing the wall, uninterested in who’s there. Your roommate answers, chatting with whoever it is for a few minutes before they leave. She calls out your name, checking if you’re awake. You crane your neck to meet her eyes, listening. 

“That was Eren, our new RA. He’s inviting us into the common room at 8 for some cupcakes. He wants to formally introduce himself and meet everyone.”

“Okay.”

“You’re going.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because I said so. You could use a cupcake.”

You don’t have the energy to argue with her, so you agree, focusing back on your phone to watch the rest of your video. You do love cupcakes. And it wouldn’t hurt to see who else is in the building. 

Annie steps out to eat dinner with her other friend Hitch, who’s living in the Mu Phi sorority house this year. When she returns, she hands you a box of food she ordered to-go, coaxing you into eating at least a couple of bites. By the time 8 o’clock rolls around, Annie pulls you out of bed, dragging you down the hall into the common room, where there are already people gathered. You recognize some faces, classmates and neighbors from your previous residence, waving at them with a tight smile. Praying that no one asks you about Reiner. You were the couple that everyone knew about; high school sweethearts, childhood friends, destined to be together forever. It makes you sick thinking about it, your relationship put on a spotlight like that. Out there in public for everyone to speculate now that it’s over.

A well-built brunette, clad in a hoodie and jeans, rushes into the room, two boxes stacked on top of each other in his hands. He sets it down on the table, smiling as he looks around the room. “Hi everyone. I’m Eren Jaeger, your RA for this year. Sorry I’m a little late; my brother just dropped these off for me, so I got a bit delayed. Anyways, thanks for joining me tonight. I promise this won’t take long. I know some of us have class tomorrow, so I’ll make this as short as possible.”

He asks everyone in the room to share their name, major, and a fun fact about themselves, starting with himself. “Like I said, I’m Eren Jaeger. I’m a pre-med biology major. And I have a massive sweet tooth.” He flashes a warm smile, then turns to the next person on his left, going clockwise. Each time someone shares, he has a polite follow-up comment. “Wow, that’s a tough major!” or “You’ll have to teach me how to hacky-sack one day!” When it gets to you, you introduce yourself, mention your major, and, without really thinking outside the box, you share, “I was born and raised in Marley.”

It's the most boring fact you can think of, but even at this, Eren manages to find something nice to add to it. “My dad and brother are originally from Marley, so I have that connection with it. Very cool.”

His enthusiasm for the most mundane things is endearing. He doesn’t look like the type to be this earnest; hair tied in a messy man-bun, baggy black sweatshirt with some obscure band name across the front, tour dates listed on the back. Jeans ripped at the knees, classic black high tops on his feet. He even has a chain around his neck with an old-fashioned key dangling from it. You’re not quite sure what you make of him yet, but upon the first impression, he seems nice. 

After everyone has had a chance to go, Eren announces, “Feel free to stick around and mingle for a bit. And please help yourself to these cupcakes. They’re all the way from Marley, and they’re amazing.”

This piques your interest. You nudge Annie, whispering, “Do you recognize where those are from?”

She leans closer to inspect the box, eyes widening at the familiar labeling. “Oh. They’re from Liberio’s Bakery.”

Upon hearing the name, your heart sinks, memories flooding your mind. This is yours and Reiner’s favorite bakery, the one you grew up with. Cakes made special for milestone birthday parties, like the triple layered chocolate volcano for Reiner’s tenth, complete with fire red buttercream frosting to mimic lava. Cookies as big as his head, soft and gooey in the middle, crispy on the edges, exactly the way he liked it. Or his favorite, red-velvet cupcakes, spelling out, “Prom?” in your senior year of high school, when you decided to ask him first before he asked you.  

You stand, rigid in place, throat tight, tears welling in your eyes. At the worst timing possible, Eren, oblivious to what’s happening by no fault of his own, walks over to you, a cupcake in his palm, smiling. “Would you like one?”

Unable to hold it in any longer, you burst into tears, burying your face in your hands. 

Eren, rightfully freaked out, panics, quickly glancing at Annie for guidance. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing you did, Eren, don’t worry,” she begins to explain. “She’s just…she’s going through a breakup right now. And Liberio’s is her and her ex’s favorite bakery, so…yeah.” 

He rubs the back of his neck. “Oh man. If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked Zeke to bring them. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It really is a great bakery.”

“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting you’re from Marley too. Damn, what are the chances? The one place I pick to surprise you all with, it causes one of my residents to cry. Am I a shitty RA or what?” he chuckles. 

“I blame your brother, he’s the one who introduced you to it.”

“Yeah, if anything, let’s blame Zeke.”

They share a laugh as you sputter into your hands, wiping snot and tears away with your sleeves. “I’m going to grab some tissues for her from the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” Annie announces, leaving you alone with Eren.

He clears his throat, uttering your name before he apologizes again. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s-hic-not-hic-your-hic-fault,” you assure him, through choked sobs.

“Still, I feel terrible. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I know that breakups always suck.”

You nod, trying to collect yourself so you can apologize for putting him in this situation. Before you can, he says, “If you ever need anything, I’m just down the hall. Seriously. Don’t hesitate to knock on my door.” He offers you a gentle smile. It’s words that are often said in passing, but the way he looks at you, it feels genuine. Like he truly means it.

“Thank you,” you respond, taken aback by his kindness. 

Annie reappears with a bunch of tissues in her hands, handing them to you to wipe your face dry. “Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine now,” you answer, avoiding Eren’s gaze, still mortified about the whole situation. You ignore the wandering eyes from the other resident’s, saving further humiliation for another day. 

“Anyways, I’ll leave you two alone. Again, sorry about this. Let me know if you need anything. Like I said, I’m down the hall.” He turns on his heel to walk away, then backtracks, facing you again. “Here.” He thrusts his palm forward, presenting you the treat. “Cupcakes are always sweet, even after a breakup. You owe it to yourself to still enjoy the things you like. No one should ever change that for you.”

You take it into your hands, touched by his parting words and generosity. Back in the room, after careful contemplation, you decide to go for it. You peel back the liner and bring the cupcake to your lips, taking a bite. 

Eren’s right; it’s still just as sweet.

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[ashwhowrites]

Well, it's a little bit angsty - inspired by something that happened to me once, which you probably will be able to tell by some of it. Eddie and reader argues about something and Eddie, being Eddie maybe letting his insecurities getting the best of him again says something like "well, perhaps we shouldn't be together then if it's so hard to communicate with me" or something like that. But it's what the reader does that hits him like a nailgun to the balls. She doesn't just drop off stuff he's had at her house, she also sends back every gifts he's given her, notes, all of it. And when he calls her to ask why, like "the teddy bear I got you at the fair was yours, why do you give it to me?" and she's all "because I don't want any reminders of idiots that turned out to be a big waste of my time." And that just shakes Eddie - like he realize that he may have broken up with her but the fact that she doesn't want any reminders of him or their time together just breaks his heart and makes him realize what a mistake he's made. Preferably a happy ending, but make him work for it :)

-@somethingvicked

It does not have a happy ending, I'm sorry....but the way I wrote him. I don't think you'd want him back. I hope that even though I changed the ending, this is what you were looking for

⚠️no part 2

never proofread

Dating Eddie started amazing. He was the perfect boyfriend, he always tried, and he actually cared. But lately? It seemed like he could care less where their relationship stood.

He got too comfortable and gave up on her. It was like their relationship was the last thing on his mind and everything was more important than her.

She understood they had different interests, and that meant they would spend time apart. But now, it was like he never came back to spend time with her. She never felt so alone being in a relationship before. She didn't feel wanted or needed. And she was tired of feeling like that. He didn't want to be with her? Fine, she'll make it easier.

She didn't give herself time to overthink, just walking straight into his trailer.

Eddie could feel the anger coming off of her, rolling his eyes as he knew another night would be spent arguing.

"what are we fighting about today?" Eddie snarled out. His eyes stayed on the tv, flicking through channels.

Y/N already knew this was going to be hard. And it hurt so much more knowing he was different. She'd walk into his trailer and he'd race to kiss her. He never wanted to let go. He stopped touching her months ago. And here he was, snapping at her, not even glancing in her direction.

"nothing, actually. I'm done Eddie." She sighed.

Eddie tried to hold back his chuckle. A mocking sound in his throat and it made her shiver.

"Oh, okay. You said that last time. What's the problem now? I'm too comfortable? No that was two weeks ago. I don't try anymore? That was last week. I don't love you? Not good enough? Don't satisfy every possible need you have? Not good at communicating? That's what yesterday was about, right?" He scoffed out.

Every word hurt her more and more. But everything was the truth. And the fight yesterday clearly didn't settle into his brain.

"actually, yesterday we did fight about your communication. Did you forget the part where I asked you to call once your anger settled down and we could talk like mature adults ? Or did you just decide not to care?" She snapped back

Eddie rolled his eyes. Shutting off the tv and turning his full body towards here.

A fake big smile on his face.

"you have all my attention, baby. Is that what you wanted?" He said

She had to hold herself back from slapping him. She cannot believe how much of a prick he has become over the last few months.

"Wowwww, you are such an asshole." She laughed, no humour behind it. "You once again just blew off everything I said! Did you miss the part AGAIN where you didn't fucking call me? It makes me feel like you don't care!"

"If I don't seem to fucking care, WHY BE WITH ME?" He lashed out. Throwing his hands in the air as he screamed.

But Y/N had no reaction. He did this every single time she tried to bring up an emotion she felt.

"I'm not anymore. I'm done with this relationship. I can love myself way better than you ever did. " She said, a smile on her face as she turned around. Walking towards the door.

Eddie watched as she walked out the door. He brushed it off. She'd be back, she always came right back.

~~~

It's been a few days since the fight, and Eddie still hasn't found it in him to care. He wouldn't cave in first, he never did and he never will.

He hasn't heard from her since. She never called and never came back to his trailer. But he expected her any day now. Spending his days watching tv and hanging out with his friends.

He came stumbling into his trailer after a Saturday night out at the bar. He could hear Gareth driving off as he walked up the steps. Finding himself tripping over a box with his name on it.

He was too drunk to see what it was. Kicking the box to the side as he walked inside. Walking the few steps to the couch and throwing himself on it.

Not even seconds later, he was passed out.

~~~

Y/N hasn't spoken to Eddie in days but she felt so good. She hasn't bothered to call or stop by his trailer. She caught herself thinking about him, but she knew that wasn't going to just stop. She kept herself strong and enjoyed how much lighter her shoulders felt.

She packed up a box of everything he's ever given her. She didn't need a reminder of someone who made her feel like she was nothing. Every letter, teddy bear, bracelet, ring, just anything he has ever gifted to her. Not like he'd remember any of it. The last thing he ever gifted her was months ago, back when he still loved her and wanted her.

When she arrived at the trailer, she noticed his van was there. Preparing to hand him the box, she took a deep breath. Knocking on the door as she waited for him to open it.

She knocked a few more times and waited and waited some more, but he never opened the door.

The last time she saw him was a good enough goodbye for her. She dropped the box at the front door, giving the trailer one last look. His home didn't bring her comfort anymore, it wasn't a safe place, nor her happy place.

Now it was just a trailer.

~~~

Eddie felt like his head was pounding. He groaned and felt the couch beneath him. He slowly sat up, yanking off his shoes. He rubbed his head as he walked to grab some water.

His hand dug in his pocket for a cigarette, opening the front door to go smoke. Then his eye caught the box from last night.

He lit his cigarette, inhaled the smoke, and bent down to grab the box. He knew what it was and who it was from. He could tell by the handwriting it was from her. But he was confused as to why the box was so heavy, he could not have left that much stuff at her house.

He smoked his cigarette as he dug through the box. T-shirts, rings, bracelets, and normal things she liked to wear during their relationship. But then he saw stuffed animals, ones he bought her, even the pink bear he won on their anniversary. Why would she give those things back? All she talked about was how she treasured and adored all the gifts he gave to her, and now they don't mean a thing?

Eddie felt the anger inside of him. He was just so bad of a person that she wanted nothing to do with him? Like their relationship meant nothing over the last two years? He smashed his bud into the ground and marched inside.

He raced to the phone, punching in her number.

"Hello?" Eddie tried to ignore how much he missed her sweet voice. She hasn't sounded like that in weeks.

"The teddy bear I got you at the fair was yours, why do you give it to me?" He asked, he didn't bother to cover how sad he felt. It was like a punch in his gut. Was she really not coming back?

"Because I don't want any reminders of idiots that turned out to be a big waste of my time." She snapped, the sweetness in her voice was gone. The cold-hearted tone returned and Eddie hated that. It was like the second she heard his voice, she flipped the switch.

"I wasted your time?" He choked out. The hangover was killing his head, but her words were killing his heart.

"Bye Eddie. Please don't call again."

The tone rang in his ears.

This was it. She wasn't coming back.

She wasn't in bed, cuddling the pink bear and thinking about him anymore.

She'll go back to sleeping in her own shirts, cuddling a new stuffed animal, and moving on from him.

She told him not to call, and that was like cold water down his back. She always asked him to call, and now she begged him not to call her ever again.

He lost her

And now he's stuck with a box of their memories, and she has a clean slate.

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[neonbrutalism]

Jefferson really saw some guy in his 20s going through it and struggling with adulting but also acting like an older brother/mentor to Miles and said "I guess I have two kids now"

Jefferson thought those two idiot kids should have guessed he'd be waiting for them, and yet when Miles and Miguel swung on to the roof of their apartment, they seemed surprised to see him. As if he wasn't a cop with access to the police scanner. As if he didn't have a TV and could watch the BREAKING NEWS, SHOTS FIRED AT SCENE OF ATTEMPTED ASSAULT IN CENTRAL PARK, SPIDER-MEN SEEN IN VICINITY. As if he couldn't connect two dots between the radio chatter of somebody saying they "shot the big guy but he just kept going".

"So," Jefferson, crossing him arms over his chest, "You had an interesting night."

"Did ... we?" said Miles.

Miguel just shrugged.

Jefferson's done that move before, back when he and Aaron had been up to some bullshit and were trying desperately to avoid consequences.

"So - nobody shot either you?"

"Okay, what were we - " Miles started. Miguel cut him off.

"Everything is fine, Mr. Morales. Miles isn't hurt, the woman in the park is safe, the two headed rat-man is back in his mother's custody."

"And nobody shot you four times?"

The dark lenses on Miguel's mask narrowed a little.

"My suit can't be penetrated by bullets of this time period."

Jefferson glared. It didn't seem to do much to Miguel - dammit, he should have brought a chair to stand on so he could do the dad-glare, it didn't work on somebody so tall.

"Miles, go downstairs and get changed before your mother catches you," Jefferson said. Miles nodded without saying anything and scrambled over the edge of the building to his bedroom, eager to get away from this confrontation.

"... I have a police scanner. I know you got shot."

Miguel's stiff postured relaxed with Miles gone - Jefferson got that, there was a certain pressure of trying to remain an Adult-Mode-Adult around a kid, "And Miles didn't."

"And you did!"

"I'm not hurt."

"You could have been!"

"Look - even if I'm ... Miles will be fine on his own too. He's good at this."

Jefferson grabbed his head with his hands and groaned, "That isn't what I'm talking about! I don't want you to get shot because I don't want you to get shot, kid! I'm worried about both of you!"

"...Why?" said Miguel.

"Because you - you - you're 27! BARELY 27, I know, because that orange lady mentioned you were born in September and it's November - and you have nothing in your kitchen but old yogurt and coffee! You have cat t-shirts and apparently pass out on your floor often enough that it's described as good-for-convalescing!"

Jefferson started a little when he realized Miguel had taken a step back, his posture oddly guarded and defensive, the dark lenses on the mask wide. ... He should calm down - he'd seen people react like this enough to know the yelling was probably triggering something in the kid's brain that was processing badly.

"Kid - Miguel," Jefferson conceded, "Do you ... uh, do you want me to get you a coffee or something? A granola bar? Rio made some Arroz con Pollo, I could put some in a tupperware -"

"That's ... not necessary, Mr. Morales," said Miguel, the fight-or-flight leaving his posture.

"I feel like you probably don't have any food -"

"I'm fine, Mr. Morales, I can -"

"I would really feel better if you'd please take some goddamn chicken."

"... Okay. Thank you," Miguel said, his voice suggesting he was at like a peak stress level. Jefferson could relate.

"Okay, just - wait here - uh, Layla? Orange lady? Don't let him open a portal while I'm, uh."

"Okay, Jefferson," LYLA said from Miguel's watch. Miguel glared down at it and Jefferson hustled downstairs. He gave silent thanks that Rio was working an overnight shift so he wouldn't need to explain why he was packing food up at 11pm.

"You can bring the container back, uh, next time you're here," Jefferson said, handing the container over.

"Sure. Thank you, Mr. Morales."

Miguel turned stiffly and opened a portal back to his home dimension.

"You can call me Je -" Jefferson called as the portal snapped shut.

Stupid goddamn kid.

#Mostly Intact #Across the Spider-Verse #fanfic #Spider-Verse AU #Miguel O'Hara #Jefferson Morales #Miles Morales #Every notice how every fic in this series ends with Miguel awkwardly leaving the dimension? That's gonna keep happening #i just think it's funny that he just gets uncomfortable and does the dimensional equivalent of jumping out a window.

[nyaagolor]

got any hcs about like. right after area zero/the final boss and how it affected all four

Ok tbh I have brainrotted about that so hard I basically made a secondary canon. It's actually embarrassing lol. Anyway.

Arven is so beyond exhausted that he goes to his room and crashes. Sleeps for like 16 hours straight hugging Mabosstiff tight. He's so shell-shocked that it takes him a few days to process what happened at all, at which point shit absolutely hits the fan for him and he breaks down. Luckily by that time Clavell finds out and they get him hooked up with a therapist. He doesn't wanna go, but his friends are very encouraging

Everyone realizes they need to at least TRY to be discreet about this, so Nemona and the protagonist go back to classes to try and pretend like nothing happened (it doesn't work, and the protagonist spills the beans to Clavell). Penny, who wasn't going to class anyway, stays behind to look after Arven and hangs out in one of their rooms for a few days

She's more than ok with lounging around and not talking to people for a few days, plus she feels really bad about making fun of Arven's parental situation to his face. Her Sylveon is trained as an emotional support animal so it's really good for him too. She's keeping a close eye on him for any signs he's not doing well, and keeps him stocked with stim toys, snacks, tv shows, and whatever else she can scrounge from her packrat paradise of a dorm room

Nemona throws herself into battles, but it's obvious her mind is elsewhere. She goes to really dangerous locations, getting into reckless fights and coming back all torn up. Her student council buddies and teachers are REALLY worried about her, but she refuses to tell anyone what's wrong and buries herself in work

Everyone seems like they're doing ok, because Arven goes numb, Penny is isolationist, and Nemona is going to bury any sign of "weakness" until she dies. Meanwhile Arven is staring at the wall for hours while petting Mabosstiff, Penny is having a panic attack in her bathroom, and Nemona is This Close to losing it at any given moment. I think they try and keep it in until Clavell actively approaches them about it at which point they all break down and the adults step in to take a more active role in helping them cope and heal

TDLR: Badly. They handle it badly.

#nemona #arven #penny #area zero #mod vex #ask #headcanons

[forgiveness-in-the-misery]

Murderface’s sexuality is always interesting to me because regardless of gay or bi his attraction to men is super complicated. Especially because we are talking about an era that was ungodly levels of superficial.

There was a severely prominent belief gay men had to be hot. You had to be skinny and femme or you had to have a massive amount of muscles usually fueled by steroids. Men who were not attractive or who were overweight tended to while obviously still be able to have relationships or get laid were just not talked about. Kind of like the idea that to be a trans man you have to be skinny or ripped and binders typically are ungodly small even at a 3x cause they made them with small chested guys in mind.

You had Shameless having Ian hook up with fat guys that he openly found super repulsive but they were good at cuddling so he lowered his standards.

The point is media and a lot of scenes were not duper welcoming or kind to queer men who were overweight or not conventionally attractive. I miss things about the 2000s but the shallowness I do not.

So when you think about the time itself there is a built in attraction and you have a man who we see begging women for sex and I don’t think he would be able to really emotionally handle opening himself up to a whole new gender to reject him and make him feel worse about himself.

Which I think is one of the key reasons we see Murderface come onto his friends. Sure they obviously reject him because they genuinely aren’t into him like that, sexuality reasons, or because he has no social skills. Still it isn’t harsh rejection. When he’s spooning Pickles and being weird, Pickles doesn’t shove him off or really get agitated just sort of annoyed and lets him spoon him. Skwisgaar is usually pretty passive about Murderface hitting on him. His friends know him and accept him and his weirdness, they aren’t going to show a level of cruelty he might get from a guy at a bar who could laugh at him or make crude comments about his looks.

So I think there is a big level of tragedy to it especially when you consider the general era the show was created in. It was an era of every other commercial on TV promoting diets that essentially came down to starving yourself, taking sketchy diet pills that would keep you from eating, smoking to kill your taste buds was still acceptable. TV shows for kids, teens, and adults frequently made gaining two pounds or having crooked teeth or acne seem like a huge disaster and dying would be better.

So you have an overweight guy with excessive body hair and crooked teeth and curly hair living in an era where musicians in real life with shared features got mocked constantly. It makes sense he is immensely insecure to the point of getting work done regardless of safety cause it can’t get worse.

I think that context is something a lot of younger fans are missing and tend to not think about or realize when watching the show and it is insanely fucking important.

#metalocalypse

[millie-multifics]

Sleep Anxiety

Evan Buckley x GN!Reader

Sleeping in new places had always been difficult, a discovery your boyfriend makes when he asks you to spend the night.

Warning: Mentions of anxiety and insomnia. Buck being worried and cute.

Masterlist

x x x

No matter how often you had told yourself that the anxiety pooling in your stomach was unreasonable, it wouldn’t go away. It had been somewhat acceptable when you were a kid, though your inability to have sleepovers with your friends had excluded you from many birthday parties. This specific anxiety was less than welcome as an adult. You had been on plenty of trips in your adult life that required staying in an unfamiliar bed of a relative or a roadside motel, each night taken with a stride when by yourself- you had even made it through the first months at your new apartment with minimal sleep loss. Yet, the message your boyfriend Buck had sent 30 minutes ago had your mind spinning non-stop.

> How about you stay at my place tonight?

> Busy shift, and I don’t think I could survive the traffic to your place without falling asleep :p

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to spend the night with your ridiculously funny, caring and hot boyfriend. You had been looking forward to seeing him since the start of his shift 24 hours ago, and you couldn’t exactly blame him for wanting to spend the night tucked away in his bed after a long and hectic day. You had spent plenty of nights with Buck before, but only ever at your place- you had even played hooky on the high-end restaurant reservation you had acquired for your fourth date after ending up in bed. You had never been exactly sure what the cause of your sleep anxiety was, but it was the reason you were sent home a week early from camp in middle school after passing out with your head in a plate of mashed potatoes due to severe sleep deprivation. It had caused many problems in past relationships; partners had either assumed you were disinterested in them or branded you selfish when you would avoid sleeping at their places.

Buck was different, though, and you wanted this relationship to last. He wasn’t the type to kick you out at 2 am for keeping him awake or to label you as selfish for wanting to be able to get a good rest yourself. He never seemed to have an issue staying at your apartment, as he always slept like a baby whenever you were cuddled into his side. You could sacrifice one night of sleep if it meant dulling the ache of your longing heart, knowing the moment you laid eyes on his cute, unscathed face, your anxiety would be forgotten until it was time to crawl into bed.

< Of course

< I’ll pick up dinner <3

Your sleep anxiety had been pushed to the furthest corner of your mind as you devoured an array of takeout paired with chilled beer and wine, your conversation about Buck’s day at work overshadowing the movie playing on tv. You were collecting the dinner plates when a yawn slipped past Buck’s lips; the scrunch of his nose and the closure of his eyes was the non-verbal cue that it was time to crawl into bed and cuddle until sleep found you both, only you weren’t exactly sure how much shut-eye you would be getting tonight.

Less than 2 hours of sleep, that’s how long you managed to sleep curled in Buck’s embrace. You climbed out of bed with a sigh, maneuvering your body as carefully as possible not to wake Buck as he snored softly. You settled on the couch, turning the television to the lowest volume setting as you browse through the countless paid advertisements and reruns.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Buck realized you were no longer tucked away beside him, rolling over in bed to cuddle you closer.

“You should be asleep.” You kept your voice low as your eyes drifted from the Tv to Buck’s shirtless form when he found you downstairs.

“I could say the same thing for you.” He teased, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while they adjusted to the brightness coming from the screen. “What are you doing down here anyway?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged, but the way your head lowered shamefully told your boyfriend that it wasn’t the whole story. “I get sleep anxiety when I sleep in new places.”

“Oh,” Buck muttered as he watched you fiddle with the hem of the shirt you had stolen from his drawer. It was quiet for a moment when you glanced up from the ever-interesting stitching, Buck was gone, and you found yourself alone. He reappeared a moment later with a large pillow, a soft blanket and his cell phone in hand. He gestured for you to stand before he placed the pillow against the arm of the couch, laying partially upright with his back against the soft cushion before he beckoned you to inhabit the space between his muscular thighs.

“You don’t have to do this, you know? Your bed is a lot more comfortable.”

“My bed’s not comfortable without you in it. I’d rather keep you company down here.”

Once you were fully settled, he draped the blanket over the both of you. The Guide To Easing Sleep Anxiety shone brightly on his phone screen as he planted a soft kiss along your hairline.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #buck buckley #9 1 1 show #9 1 1 on fox #buck Buckley x reader #oliver stark #evan Buckley x gender neutral reader

[adultbabystories]

Entertainment

You were sitting in your playpen like the good boy that you were, while daddy had his friend over for a cold beer. The men drank and laughed while you got bored in your playpen. You liked to be there from time to time, but you were getting bored with the toys faster than usual. Suddenly everything seemed stupid to you. The toys, the playpen, even your onesie and diaper. Daddy was passing by and lowered himself to you. You wanted to say something to him.

“Daddy I…” it’s the only thing you’ve said as daddy pressed a pacifier into your lips.

“Shhh little one, the adults are talking. Don’t be fussy now.” he said using a childish voice.

You knew better not to say anything, you knew he was in charge. You couldn’t see the TV from there so you kept on bashing the toys together.

Daddy and his friend kept on talking, but it wasn’t interesting to you so you didn’t listen.

—-----------------------------------

“He seems more agitated than usual.” said daddy’s friend.

“I know, ever since I locked his little penis, he’s restless. I wouldn’t say hornier, but restless. But I have a plan you know.” said daddy.

“Yeah? What is it” the friend asked.

“I’m going to make him be preoccupied in his playpen that he wouldn’t want to leave it. Have you ever seen a mirror hanging in front of a baby?” daddy asked as he looked at you.

“Sure, it's entertainment for them.” the friend said.

“Oh yeah, I’m planning on that… entertainment…” daddy said and stood up.

You were playing in the playpen as daddy passed by. You had to go in your diaper. You felt the warmth over your caged penis, the same feeling you felt during the last month. Out of nowhere, you saw daddy was clipping something to the side rails of the playpen. It was a mirror. A big, white framed mirror. It was so big you could see yourself and the whole crib.

“There there baby, I got something new for you. Let’s have some tummy time in front of your new mirror.” daddy commanded and handled you from a sitting position to laying on your stomach.

He patted your diapered butt, pressed your pacifier, then walked back to the couch. He sat down while he and his friend was looking at you. You looked away with embarrassment to the mirror that was hanging above your head. You saw how babied you looked and imagined how the men were seeing you all evening. The embarrassment increased.  As you were laying there, something else happened. Your dick had started to pulse in the cage. It wanted to get out, super fast. When you thought about it, you couldn’t remember when was the last time you were horny or had a failed erection in the cage. You didn’t understand what went on out of nowhere. You looked at the mirror again and watch yourself sucking on the big blue pacifier. Again, your dick pulsed. Without realizing it, you’ve started to hump your wet diaper. Oh, it felt so good. Even though you were locked, there was enough friction for you to have some kind of fun. You watched your big diaper butt going up and down, which made you more excited. All of a sudden your stupid toys looked so cute and fun as they played in the scene you were watching in the mirror. The diapered felt so good, the pacifier felt so good. It was so fun being in the playpen. You kept on looking at the mirror.

—-----------------------------------

“Thank you for the evening, it was fun. My uber is downstairs. Wait, is your boy still preoccupied with the mirror? It’s been almost two hours!” 

“I told you, it’s entertainment, for all babies, even for mine.” daddy said and smiled.

#One page ABS

[imtrashraccoon]

This idea is once again courtesy of my sister because I couldn't think of anything nearly this cute. (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 15: Dancing

You flitted from one side of the living room to the other, a soft rag in hand as you wiped the dust from as many surfaces as you could reach. Frisk was currently playing some singleplayer Mario Kart and more than once you'd carelessly walked in front of the tv screen, much to their mild irritation.

While you apologized each time, you still felt slightly bad as they were trying so hard to practice getting better. Their skills were noticeably improving and you had a feeling they might be able to give Sans a run for his money soon.

Still, you were quite happy today and couldn't help but sing one of your favorite songs while you cleaned. It was a bit of a silly pop song from twelve years ago, but the memories you had from it held a special place in your heart. You even did a bit of a goofy dance while singing, although you would be the first to admit that you were far from a graceful dancer. It was more akin to vaguely moving your hips around to some semblance of rhythm than any actual dancing.

Then you heard someone coming down the stairs and you quickly turned around, only to find Papyrus at the foot of the stairs giving you an amused look. You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment but he walked over and gently pulled your hands away.

"Aw, Do Not Be Embarrassed, Precious. That Was Absolutely Adorable," he said, although you noticed he sounded like he was teasing you.

You bit your lip and looked away from him. "You're just saying that..." you muttered.

"Oh No, I Would Never Compliment You Lightly." Papyrus gently stroked the backs of your hands and looked at you fondly, which you swore made your heart skip a beat. "Do You Know How To Dance?"

You sighed before answering. "No, I don't. I was never interested in learning when I was younger and then got too busy as an adult to think about it."

Papyrus glanced over at Frisk for a moment and then looked back at you. Pulling you closer, he whispered in your ear, "Believe Me Or Not, But I Know How To Dance A Little Bit."

You stared at him and your mouth fell open in disbelief. "Wait, you know how? You? Even though you're basically a warrior?" you hissed under your breath.

He nodded slowly, "I Do, It Is Something Of A Secret Hobby Of Mine. I Would Not Say I Am Very Good As I Have Never Practiced With Anyone Though."

You studied him thoughtfully for a moment. "Would...would you be willing to teach me?" you asked.

Papyrus smirked. "I Would Love To, Precious," he purred and pulled you closer into a hug.

You embraced him tightly and he actually lifted you off the ground, swinging you around a bit before setting you back down again. You giggled and pressed a quick kiss on his cheekbone in retaliation.

Then you realized that Frisk had paused their game and turned around, resting their arms on the back of the couch. They wiggled their eyebrows suggestively when you made eye contact. They then made a fist with their index and middle finger pointing out but their palm facing in and, starting with their fingers at their chin, moved their hand down before closing their fist and pointing their thumb out.

"Cute..."

You huffed and pulled away from Papyrus. Walking over to Frisk, who seemed very proud of themselves for managing to fluster you this much, you flicked their forehead. "You rascal..." you grumbled and crossed your arms.

Frisk recoiled slightly and rubbed their forehead but they continued to smirk at you. They had caught you and were only too happy to remind you that they knew you and Papyrus were together.

You glanced at Papyrus to see what he thought of this but caught him staring at you with an odd expression on his face. Like he'd remembered something or had a realization all of the sudden.

"Is something wrong?" you asked.

He blinked and smiled at you again. "No, I Am Alright," he responded. He moved closer to you and snaked his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Is There Something You Wanted To Ask, Sunshine?" he asked Frisk in a tone that sounded sugary sweet.

Frisk's smirk morphed into a more innocent smile but they seemed unintimidated which was slightly impressive. "Are you two dating?" they signed.

You flinched and Papyrus quickly picked up on it as he hesitated to answer and loosened his grasp on you slightly. "I... I don't know..." you responded quietly and ran your fingers through their fluffy hair.

You sighed and glanced at Papyrus before asking, "It feels rather complicated right now, but we are dating, aren't we?"

He lightly stroked the velvet band of the collar he'd given you barely two weeks ago with one of his claws. "Anyone Who Saw You In Public Would Draw That Conclusion, Precious. The Question, Is If You Are Happy With This?" he asked.

"I'd like to think about it a bit more... Is that okay?"

Papyrus nodded and lightly nuzzled against your hair. "Of Course It Is Okay," he hummed.

"I still think you're both cute..." Frisk signed and they turned around to return to their game.

Papyrus made a quiet tisk sound but didn't comment on it. You, on the other hand, were severely questioning both this whole conversation and Frisk's behavior.

#selfshipufpap #undertale #underfell #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus #reader #named oc #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #alternate universe #raccoons drabbles

[jeyuwuso]

I've seen a lot of people complain about Mac's gayness since he's come out. Like he hates women too much, or he's too submissive to Dennis, or he's too obsessed with his sexuality.

But Mac isn't just gay. He came out as an adult. He figured out his sexuality as an adult. And maybe that doesn't seem significant, but it really is.

Coming out as an adult is embarrassing and awkward and weirdly isolating. Most people figure out their sexualities in their teens or early twenties; when you do it after that, it's hard to find your place. Or, like Mac said, your pride.

Not only that, it recontextualizes your entire life. I'm fortunate that my "Dennis" isn't around anymore and I'm happily married, because I could absolutely see myself becoming even more slavishly obsessed than I already was. Sure, I always cared deeply about her, but realizing my feelings were romantic suddenly put everything in a new light.

That extends to one's sex life. If you had asked me in my late teens and my twenties, I would likely have said I enjoyed having sex with men because it wasn't actively shitty. It was certainly never good, but it was super easy to pretend it was fine because I just thought about something else the whole time and I always made sure I got off (because I'm a feminist). As long as I finished, I figured that was good sex.

Now that I realized I'm gay, the idea of a man touching me has gone from awkward and uncomfortable to absolutely disgusting. It's like eating oatmeal your whole life; once you have chocolate cake, you realize how bland what you have is. It may have been tolerable when you didn't know any better, but now, the very thought of eating it makes you nauseous.

The fact that Rob McElhenney's mother is a late-blooming lesbian feels like it very much informs the character. A lot of these qualities are ones I've seen come up a lot in late-blooming lesbian communities.

Mac is a very specific kind of gay, and the only kind of gay I've seen on TV that makes me feel seen. And honestly, it's too wonderful to even describe.

#mac mcdonald #gay mac rules #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #i will take NO GAY MAC SLANDER

[cosmica-galaxy]

How would the titans react to the human and their child?

The Camera Titan has seen smaller humans before...but the memory is blurry. He is more familiar with adult humans, as he saw some during the early days of the war. Before things became truly dire. But much to his surprise, it seems that the child is familiar with HIM. They would look up at him, their small eyes confused at first, before they would grow very wide...as if they realized something. Then they shout "You were the big robot on TV!", surprising the titan. TV...? Oh...the news broadcasts. The child must've saw him on the television before things went dark...it makes his blue core squirm at the thought of a child watching a war and enduring such hardships. But thankfully, they seem to have a dedicated caretaker in the form of their parent. Who bares the scars and wounds of battles that they participated in, something he feels a close kinship with. The child becomes smitten with the "cool giant robot" as they talk to their parent endlessly about the broadcasts that they saw him in. The titan can only watch in amusement while the child rambles on excitedly about how the titan was so awesome and how they were so cool and big and everything else their tiny mind could come up with. The titan can only humbly accept the praise by nodding and giving the child a thumbs up, to which the kid would yell out "he also did that on tv!!" and the parent could only laugh and sigh in one breath. The child might have been his earliest fan...which made the camera titan's core warm up just a few degrees more than normal. The Speaker Titan is surprised by the visual of his faction units playing with such a small human. It draws his attention like a moth to a flame, as they watch and dance with the members as they play their favorite songs. The adult human watches on tiredly from the sidelines, taking notice of the titan and giving him a equally exhausted wave. The titan could almost feel your depleted energy from here, as you are currently on medical assistance from the medics, and seeing you next to your child is like night and day. The child, ever full of energy, bounces around with the units below as the titan can only tilt his head in curiosity. He never knew that a human could be so small...and so energetic. DJ, one of his units, seemed to be attached to the little child and would dance with them and pose with them during songs...maybe they were just trying to keep the smaller human entertained while the adult rested? Then, the titan notices the injures...the scars. No doubt from the toilets and other things you encountered while out in the wild. Subconsciously, the titan reaches up and rubs the back of his neck...feeling two crescent moons that turned him into a monster. It seems that him and the adult human were kindred spirits. You both have a past and encounters that left you both scarred...possibly for the rest of your lives.

The TV Titan is more than surprised to see the little one in the TV base, holding onto Vee's leg while the adult human gets medical attention for their injuries and medicine for their nausea from the teleportation. They took a couple of hits while trying to get their little one to safety...and it seems that his agent, Vee, took good care of them by getting them both off of the battlefield. The child possibly knows Vee, judging by how the child is clinging to his side and looking up at the large titan with uncertainty and fear. The titan then leans down and flashes a ":3" to disarm the worries that the child has, before speaking out a thundering "Hello little one". The child doesn't understand much, but they seem curious enough to peek out more around the TV unit that they cling to. With a bit of patience, the child eventually gains the courage to come out and visit the titan while their parent sits off to the side with a medic to doctor their injuries. The titan isn't oblivious to how the adult is keeping an eye on the little one, regardless if they are injured or not. Even refusing to go to the medbay if the child wasn't going in there with them. It's endearing to see them care so much about their offspring. The child, however, seems to get comfortable in the base and starts to meet some of the units that move about. Including the titan. Who watches their tiny form scuttle across the banisters and catwalks, like a mouse. Vee, however, is not even a step behind them. Keeping a firm watch on them as their parent is occupied with treatment. The titan can't help but chuckle as he watches Vee. Now who's the parent here, hmm~?

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #anonymous #anon asks #anon ask #skibidi tag #skibidi toilet

[gyarucoded]

gimme a sec i need to talk about this !!

so i saw a long ass reblog under an anti-sylki blog that started off as something like "actually loki & sylvie has good romance chemistry meanwhile loki & mobius doesn't have any romance chemistry at all"🤓– and in this moment i went "alright best frien i'm not reading all that" then went to block instead of arguing.

didn't try reading that bullshit of a post further either just to anger myself, i know better.

i especially didn't wanna argue cuz i think that was a child..??? (assuming from the miracoulus ladybug theme cuz no adult in their right mind enjoys that trash) but if i'm wrong that just makes it worse tbh, like grown ass ppl who srsly think toxic relationships should be the example of peak romance needs their brain to be studied fr.

i usually try to be respectful for others' opinion but i genuinely can't see where this opinion comes from.

makes no goddam sense to me.

maybe it's cuz i can't view things through a heterosexual lens, maybe not.

who knows?

but...(i won't make this abt lokius but focusing more on the "loki & sylvie" part) this made me wonder like...

what do sylkie shippers even post about?

no i won't check it out myself to spare myself from the headache but do they go "omg today episode's syIkie crumbs was so lovely dovely 🥺" and the crumbs in question is them disagreeing on almost everything and sylvie wanting to avoid loki as much as she can & constantly seeming to be angry at him.

sure, in s1 they did have a couple of cutesy romantic moments like being under blankets despite of them being supposedly immune to cold or the literal kiss but, it truly doesn't take a huge analyzation to realize that this "relationship" became one sided, even in that one little moment when they had to hold hands, sylvie immidiately goes "don't overthink it" like omgggsfg💀😭 and it's also clear that loki eventually got the hint, in ep3 he doesn't try to be with her anymore or gets emotional with her, he silently gave up.

not to mention loki avoiding to mention the kiss, when appearantly the two has nothing to hide? 😕

i don't know where this is gonna be heading off but if they randomly switch up after all this character & dynamic development then i have no hope for marvel's writing team cuz that would basically create a plot hole.

like aside from the psuedo-incest, that used to bother me in season 1 era but now i am concerned more about how this "ship" overall has no appeal, yet some of these ppl genuinely thinks it can work healthily between them and that ppl who are against it are just "petty that their gay ship isn't canon" when there's MORE to this.

in season 2 there's absolutely *nothing* happening with them that would make us, the audience, root for them to be together as a couple like i'm sry.

so yeah you can say i'm doing too much and too crazy over a fictional tv show (yes i know that babes i have full self awareness) but i literally cannot stress enough about how unhealthy it is to think that this is how a good romantic chemistry works.

based on a syIkie shipper's views: we could technically say that me + that one co-worker of mine who we always have disagreements on political stuff with & dislikes me for no reason is my "lover"... since we wanna pretend this is how love works 😀😀 no?

#notice how lokius is the opposite? and yet yall get shocked they have more shippers. they have more appeal and no #that got nothing to do with the ship being queer 👍 #anti sylki #lokius #loki season 2 #mcu #loki #sylvie #loki 2x03 #mobius m mobius #loki tv

[netflixnormalthings]

would you like some ronance on this fine october for ronancetober day one. blurb under the cut

“Hey, Robs.”

Robin groans as she wakes up; Nancy gently tapping her shoulder. 

Pulling the blanket over her head, she squints at the time. 

“Nance, isn’t this a little earlier than necessary?”

“I know. I’m making coffee for us”

At that, Robin shoots her a sleepy grin and opens her eyes fully.

Nancy leaves her to begin the ordeal of getting dressed– turns out, according to Hopper, it was not a good idea to wander through the toxic air of the Upside Down without better protection. 

Sitting there in a tank top and boxers, Robin takes a moment to trace the scars that litter her body. A year on into the whole Upside Down invasion of Hawkins thing, there are quite a few. 

Since then, survivors have been taking jobs. Her and Nancy were placed on a patrol shift. It’s riskier compared to most of the other jobs, but the creatures of the Upside Down started staying away once they realized there were about five million new fun and creative ways dreamed up for them to die. 

Besides, it means a little bit of breathing room from the confines of the walls, and more time to talk with Nancy without the government breathing down their necks. 

Tucking her sweater into her (thick, made of weird material, government approved) pants before donning her protective jacket and gloves, Robin squints at herself in the mirror. 

Her hair is shorter now, clipped with the excuse of practicality so that the government doesn’t pull a McCarthy and kick her out for supposed suspicious behavior. It’s a little messy, but everyone is less put together with the whole end of the world thing going on.

Her bandana and visor will hide the freckles. Nancy said she likes them. Of course, it’s not like they will be out on patrol the whole day. Just a few hours.

She fiddles with her belt buckle for a minute, fluffing up her hair a bit more before stepping out into the kitchen of her and Nancy’s apartment. The government tried to put everyone near people they knew, and as legal adults they got their own. 

It was one of the new ones set up, fortified against the acidic air. They’re right by the Byers-Hopper arrangements and the Wheeler one as well. Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Steve aren’t too far away, either. 

The close proximity of the people who really do care about her helped to deal with the fact that her mom pretty much ditched her. That was hard. Still is, and it makes Robin wonder if she just wasn’t good enough to be loved. 

But she has people by her side now. The kids, Steve, and Nancy. Even Joyce and Karen seem to have taken a liking to her, and while Hopper still eyes her grumpily, the distaste for one another is at least mutual. 

Besides, the living situation has been especially nice since her and Nance started dating 6 months ago. 

#ronancetober #ronancetober 2023 #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #in which i talk abt things #stranger things #lu can maybe write

[radi0activesmile]

Under the cut you will find a (somewhat disjointed) essay about my take on the Husk & Alastor scene from episode 5.

The working title is What Alastor did was not okay; however, I do not believe this one scene should be used to describe his typical behavior.

This is not an Alastor did nothing wrong post or a post where I try to make excuses / defend his behavior so I can still feel good about myself while writing him / enjoying him as a character.

I am very much aware that Alastor is, by no means, a good person.

Before you click, keep in mind these are my opinions and my takes. If you see things differently, that's fine. If you want to discuss them, that's also fine, as long as we're all civil adults about this.

Content warning: Racism.

First off, this post was mostly inspired by the peoplf of Twitter shrieking: OMG VIV MADE OUR TUMBLR SEXY MAN JUST AS BAD AS VALENTINO.

Well: They're all in Hell. They are not good people. We can stand around all day discussing if one crime against another person is worse than the other for various reasons, but that's not the purpose of this post.

Now, if you want to scream that Alastor is as physically abusive as Valentino because we saw him do this one thing one time, I disagree, not because I think he's a good person, but because that's just not his style.

Alastor has shown he gets what he wants through convincing people to do what he wants more so than physically forcing them. He said in episode 1 he can make others do as he wills, but we haven't seen him do it. We have seen him offer exchanges rather than force his will on them.

Example: Alastor wanted no part in interacting with television, but rather than demand or force Vaggie to stop trying to make a tv commercial (or to make a radio commercial) he offered her a deal: He'll help if he isn't asked to work with televisions anymore.

Viv once said Alastor is aromantic in the sense that he 'loves himself more than he could ever love anyone else.' The man has an ego, and we saw from his reaction to Carmilla saying she didn't care where he'd been that people not catering to that ego bothers him a lot. And she seems to be the norm rather than the exception. The only people who have acted... 'appropriately' to his return have been; Vox, for having a complete tantrum over it; Vaggie, for treating him like such a threat, and... maybe Pentious.

So, The Radio Demon's been walking around with a chip on his shoulder for five months when two things happen rapid fire:

Lucifer, King of Hell shows up, and (after hugging his daughter and petting some animals) what's the first thing he does?

Finds something Alastor changed and says it's bad, and then starts dismissing him as someone very insignificant. He even hints that the hotel has a good name until he realizes the name was Alastor's idea, and then insults it, and it's that It's a bad idea if it came from you that stomped on his nerve enough to make him say fuck you.

Honestly, at first I thought it was a warning sign that he was about to snap when he said fuck, since he so rarely swears, but he also said pissy in Stayed Gone, and his voice actor admits he did not know Alastor not swearing was a thing.

But swearing or no, Luci's clearly getting under his skin, and that might be because it's something he experienced in life.

Lest we forget, Alastor is mixed race. Born around 1900. In the south.

When he was alive and conducting his radio show, no one would be able to tell his race. There were likely incidents where he said something on the radio that got a positive reaction from people calling in, only to say something similar outside of his radio station and be dismissed because he's... this is tumblr so I'm going to say not white.

When he told Vaggie this face was made for radio that... might have been something a co-worker or a boss said to him in life. Yes, that's a looot of speculation on my part, but considering the time period... and the fact that he seems to say it with some amount of distain.

Alastor also seems to feel very strongly about found family vs blood family, which makes a lot of sense since same sex couples were made illegal in Louisiana (in order to protect white purity or something, I believe that's how the article phrased it?) So, if his father was in his life at all, it wasn't much. For someone who made fun of Charlie for having daddy issues, he looks to be projecting some daddy issues of his own.

Both feelings that are probably exacerbated by someone who actually knew him at the time in his life when he was looked down on and thought of as inferior just... busting right through the front door.

Ps, his eyes narrowing when Mimzy says the word mixed got my attention. Sure, maybe he's just annoyed his friend is so excited to see Lucifer, and, yes, I know she's saying mixed in reference to Lucifer being royalty BUT. He shuts his eyes when she says that word exactly.

I could go on about the racist undertones in the busboy comment and Lucifer's pure angelic power and other friends lines but. Let's talk about Mimzy.

Alastor has been putting up with this woman for over ninety years. He knows why she's here. He's already feeling insulted (both from five months of his ego getting drop kicked and Lucifer's actual insults) and now Husk stops him to tell him to tell him something he already knows.

Viv once said Alastor snaps his neck or breaks his back in order to unsettle people so they'll leave him alone / stop touching him, so if the fuck you wasn't the sign that he was about to snap, him breaking his neck when Husk called out was prooobably the sign that he was about to snap.

Now, yes, you and I both know Husk's just trying to give him a heads up, but Mr. Wounded pride over here seems to be take it like Husk thinks Alastor's too stupid to catch on.

Theeeen...

When Alastor says he can handle it, who in their right minds would cross me (the big, powerful, terrifying radio demon everyone has forgotten I am) Husk.... tells the truth.

A lot of people will try to cross him. He's been gone. They've forgotten him. Vox and Pentious have already tried to cross him, and there were probably more in that five month timeskip. Husk also said no one knows why (except him. Apparently he knows. Meaning Alastor either trusted him enough to let him in on this secret or he was there to witness whatever went down.)

I couldn't read if Husk was implying Alastor tell the others where he went or just trying to remind him his name isn't enough to frighten people anymore. Either way, Alastor cuts him off pretty suddenly because it's evident anyone else knowing is not something he even wants to entertain.

We saw in episode 3 how twitchy he gets when Zestial hints at wanting to know,

(his shifty eyes are too fast for me to catch with a screen grab but that's very telling that he's annoyed / uncomfortable... or Zestial's onto something with that holy arms comment. The fact that Alastor turns away from him when he says this line is also telling to me.)

So, Alastor does what we've seen Alastor do in the past when he's tried to show his power over someone: He gets in their face, touches them, and says things that he knows will bother the person. He's either trying to change the subject from his own powerlessness to Husk's... or just make Husk so angry that Husk doesn't follow him.

And then Husk... does what most in this situation would do: He throws it back.

And Alastor, with his chipped shoulder from five months of being dismissed and disrespected for the last five months, and whatever bad memories / feelings of inferiority Mimzy and Lucifer are stirring up, snaps, and makes one last desperate grab to remind himself that he's powerful, and that, despite being on a leash, despite being owned (like his grandparents likely were) he still has power over something. A once powerful overlord, in fact.

There may have also been some anger / broken trust if Alastor told Husk what was really going on and he thought Husk was threatening to tell the others... maybe.

Now. Does any of that make what Alastor did okay? No. No it does not (then again, they're in Hell. A lot of what they do isn't okay) but I think the people crying out that Alastor is a serial abuser who treats Husk like Valentino treats Angel based on this ONE scene might be jumping the gun a little.

Husk's shocked expression tells me he wasn't expecting that reaction. We saw in the pilot that Alastor usually takes Husk pushing him, defying him, and telling him to fuck off in stride...and just makes Alastor annoy him more.

Also, Husk was okay enough just a few minutes later to stand like ten feet away from Alastor, eat popcorn, and watch him tell off Mimzy (who I could type up a whole ass other essay about.) So... yes, he was shaking in the moment, so, maybe he knows he pushed the trigger button and that, now that Al's gotten to remind everyone why I am here, blow off some steam, feel powerful, and remind everyone what a big bad threat he is, he's going to go back to just being a pain in Husk's ass.

So... calm down please, Twitter.

#⛤My Work Became MUNdane ⛤ - out of character #⛤ Inside of Every Demon is a Lost Cause ⛤ - Musings #I have so many feelings about this episode #this is only maybe half of them

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You disgust me. I've seen your fucking Kennith x Chris art on Pinterest, what is wrong with you?? It's honestly a little sad that you, being an "adult", can't seem to get it through your dense fucking skull that shipping a high schooler with a man who is probably in his mid-20s is just WRONG. You should know that. Go touch some grass. Maybe research the term "pedophile", too, and you might find another word to put in your blog description to describe yourself.

Big words from someone hiding behind anon.

This is clearly getting wildly out of hand. But you know what, here, let me lay out everything so that there isn't any more confusion. Nice and simple for someone of your level of reading comprehension, and without a cut so that nothing I say is lost here.

Sit down and actually read this. Carefully. Actually take a moment of your time to listen to me instead of jumping to conclusions based on a single glance at my art and your blatant misunderstanding of canon.

Kennith is 18, which is the age of a LEGAL ADULT. People keep latching onto the whole “high schooler” thing like Kennith is 14 years old and fresh out of middle school. He’s an adult, guys. You can be 19 and still be in high school. You can be 20 and still be in high school. I have had a couple classmates who were as such. 18 is the age of consent, and you can date whoever the fuck you want when you’re 18, the law doesn’t say shit about high school, it’s legal.

GHOST wouldn’t have made suggestive art and jokes about Kennith if he were a literal minor, get a fucking grip you guys. Good job giving GHOST special privileges while setting double standards for everyone “beneath them,” I guess. And this isn’t me trying to pull GHOST into this, I’m saying that if Kennith were a minor GHOST would not have made suggestive jokes about Kennith because that would be fucked up and they knew that. Which is why Kennith is 18 (an ADULT).

[Source 1] Pretty fucked up joke for GHOST to make if Kennith were a minor in high school, huh? Good thing he's, you know, canonically AN ADULT WHO CAN CLEARLY CONSENT BASED ON THIS SOURCE.

[Source 2] Wow it'd be fucked up if GHOST called a minor in high school sexy even as a joke, huh? EXCEPT HE'S NOT A MINOR.

[Source 3] What a suggestive expression! It sure would be fucked up if GHOST drew that under the notion that Kennith is a minor! GOOD THING HE'S CANONICALLY AN ADULT, RIGHT?

[Source 4] Even though it's clearly said in a humorous fashion, it'd still be gross if GHOST wrote him saying that if he were a minor, right? Gee, it's almost as if HE'S AN ADULT.

[Source 5] And lastly...

GHOST wouldn’t draw attention to Kennith’s body in such a way if he were a minor in high school because that would be gross. This same question was asked about Henry and Adres, who are adults, so there’s no reason why this shouldn’t be appropriate for Kennith WHO IS ALSO AN ADULT.

Kennith isn’t even in high school during the events of COLOR-TV (I’ve noticed that people don’t even acknowledge that I don’t even use canon!Kennith in the ship, something they would have realized IF THEY DID THEIR RESEARCH), how the fuck would he be able to run a whole TV show and be in high school??? I mention in the fanfic how much stress he already goes through with running the show; if he were in high school I WOULD HAVE MENTIONED ALL THE STRESSES OF HIGH SCHOOL ON TOP OF RUNNING A TV SHOW.

I cannot stress enough about the fact that I never write Kennith like how he’s portrayed canonically. Canon!Kennith is withdrawn, highly distrustful, very depressed, and overall a very closed-off person towards everyone except Stephanie and Evelynn. COLOR-TV!Kennith is literally the exact opposite, and basically has a completely different personality from canon. He’s energetic, he’s outgoing, he’s charismatic, and he’s generally a cheerful guy. Which, you know, PEOPLE WOULD HAVE SEEN IF THEY DID THE BARE AMOUNT OF RESEARCH LIKE THEY SAID THEY DID.

And oh my gog if people give me shit about not writing Kennith correctly. I swear to gog. If people flame on me for that, then they might as well hate everyone who portrays Kennith as a memelord or overall wacky person, because that’s completely incorrect from canon. Hell, you could even condemn GHOST for that, because they’ve literally never drawn Kennith as the truly depressed person that he is, they’ve only ever drawn him being silly. You could say that everyone who writes or draws Kennith being silly are “erasing the author’s original intent of the character, as well as improperly portraying and subsequently disrespecting the struggle of a bullied and neglected gay+genderfluid guy.”

To the people claiming that it’s an abusive ship: literally do your damn research. I’ve seen people claiming that I write a depressed Kennith with an abusive Christopher together in a relationship, when I have never written Christopher to be abusive towards Kennith. If you consider bickering to be abusive, then you’ve really been on the internet for too long. And I will never write Christopher to be abusive towards Kennith, because toxic ships do make me uncomfortable, actually. I don’t like writing depressing or upsetting topics, because they’re not happy in nature. Hence why I don’t write Kennith to be canonically in-character.

Hell, even Christopher isn’t as abusive as he supposedly is in canon whenever I write him. He’s never an asshole 100% of the time, because, I don’t know, I want to write an actually interesting and nuanced character? I’m aware that people are content with characters being defined as having a single personality trait for some fucking reason, but I actually want to write something interesting here. Plus, again, writing depressing things isn’t fun for me, so I never write him as dark as possible. And if you want to attack me for that, attack everyone else who portrays Christopher as a twisty bat-swinging maniac with an exaggerated disdain for mirrors, because you could argue that people are “making silly content out of an abusive character, who is based on a real abusive person that GHOST knew.” You can argue both ways if you really want to split hairs, you know. 

The Vampire AU fanfic grossed me out as well to write, I’ve said so multiple times. And for fuck’s sake, do you really think I support decapitation and the murder of romantic interests? If you ACTUALLY TOOK THE TIME TO READ THE FANFIC, you’d see that I don’t romanticize the murder or the kiss at all. 

I could’ve gone into greater detail about how “sexy” the experience was or try to “justify” his actions through vampire!Christopher’s reasoning if I actually wanted to paint the murder and kiss in a good light, I know enough about writing to be able to do that, but I didn’t. It’s literally not even graphic! The murder itself is one paragraph. I don’t even describe how vampire!Christopher feels during the kiss. It’s literally just a barebones and functional description of what happens. I don’t make the event seem like a good thing at any point in the fanfic.

Also, like, people seriously glossed over how that’s a VAMPIRE in the fanfic. You know, as in, HE’S ALREADY PREDISPOSED TO MURDER? Of course a vampire would do messed up shit, why wouldn’t they? And if somehow, in some way, my single 2000< word vampire AU fanfic in a niche fandom inspires a real-life decapitation and subsequent kiss, then clearly people in this fandom have other problems that have nothing to do with me. 

So perhaps you should reevaluate the fact that you saw art (from Pinterest of all things) out-of-context and jumped to the absolute worst accusations imaginable, and sent anon hate to someone who you haven’t done the slightest bit of research on. I would advise that you learn to consume media critically instead of viewing things on the surface-level and assuming the worst about the author, just because they sometimes write (barely) dark content, and want to write nuanced characters and relationships. 

#long post