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roosterr · 10 months

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white flag ✹ ch 2

note: thank you all again for the support on this series im seriously so grateful <3 not sure how to feel abt this part but pls enjoy anyway <3

pairing: ghost x gn!reader

wc: 3.0k

no use of y/n readers callsign is 'stingray'

summary: the gang goes out to the pub, and against your better judgement you decide to tag along. you end up having far too much to drink and ghost has no choice but to look after you.

warnings: ghost is less mean (but it's still ghost), the usual angst, hurt/comfort, arguing, some ambiguous drunken confessions, mentions of throwing up but i kinda skipped over it

ao3

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the relentless buzzing of your phone next to your head wakes you from your slumber. you groan, squinting at the screen to see soap's name on the caller id. you answer and lift the phone up to your ear, rubbing your eyes with the other hand as you pull yourself up to sit.

"hey! where are you?" soap's voice is almost deafening in your ear as soon as you pick up, you have to hold the phone away from you to save your hearing. "y'are still comin', right?" the faint noise of a crowd can be heard in the background, reminding you of what soap's question means.

you check the clock on your phone and wince at the time; it was almost nine, and you were supposed to meet them at the pub at eight.

"ugh," you clear your throat, your voice croaking from having just woken up, "yeah– yeah, i'm coming. just gimme, like, fifteen minutes."

"awright, l.t. said you was still asleep," soap chuckles, clearly amused by your sleep-addled state. you sit up and throw the blankets off your legs, swinging them over the side of the thin mattress and beginning the search for some clean clothes.

you hadn't gotten out of bed all day, opting to stay in your comfy pyjamas and barely leaving the living room except to briefly eat and use the bathroom. after the the disaster that was yesterday, you felt you deserved to have a lazy day for once.

"oh, so he already left without me? why am i not surprised?" you grumble, balancing your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you pull on some trousers.

"he said he didn't wanna wake you!" soap is half laughing as he replies. you have to hold back your scoff as you put him on speaker and drop the phone onto the coffee table as you quickly put your shirt on.

"yeah, okay." your voice is dripping with sarcasm, and you can't help but roll your eyes, even though he can't see it, "i'll be there, hanging up now, buh-bye."

you just about hear his muffled 'bye!' before you press the red button and shove your phone into your pocket.

you really didn't feel like being social right now, but maybe being around your friends and letting go is what you need right now. you could just ignore ghost – it's not like it'd be hard, you were fully expecting him to completely avoid you all night. knowing him, he'd probably make you walk home by yourself again.

the walk to the pub is uneventful, thankfully dry, and it takes you twenty minutes instead of fifteen. you feel a little bad for making them wait, but they've been there over an hour already, an extra five wouldn't hurt.

the noise of the crowd hits you as soon as you walk into the old building, and you hope it isn't noticeable the way you frown at the sight of how packed it was. you were feeling even less like socialising now that you were actually here, but it was too late to turn back now. your eyes scan the room, searching for your teammates in the sea of people. you spot a familiar mohawk fairly quickly, and begin pushing your way through the crowd to the booth he and gaz are occupying.

you glance towards the bar and price and ghost both there, too locked in conversation to notice your arrival. you'd have to find price later to say hello.

"sting, you made it!" soap's cheery voice brings you back to the present. he pats your shoulder as you slump into the seat next to him, and gaz slides your usual order across the table to you.

"ordered for you a minute ago." gaz smiles, leaning forward on his elbows, "figured you could use it."

"you're legend, gaz, honestly." you chuckle in response, taking a drawn out sip and relaxing in your seat. as much as you would rather still be in bed right now, you couldn't deny you needed it.

"you okay? you look a bit worse for wear." gaz asks, his gaze turning serious as he takes in your exhaustion.

did you? you hadn't actually looked at your reflection before you left the house, you simply hoped that you didn't look too dishevelled and didn't think twice about it. you suppose the bags under your eyes must be quite heavy after the nosedive your life seems to have taken lately.

"charming, thanks for that." you mutter, teasingly raising your brows at him as you take another sip of your drink.

"sorry, sorry," he and soap both laugh, before he regards you with a more concerned look, "but seriously, you doin' alright?"

"i'm fine, just tired, you know how it is." you dismiss his question with a wave of your hand, hoping he'll drop the subject and you can get started on forgetting about the events of this week. "sorry for being late, by the way."

"make it up to us with another round?" soap wiggles an eyebrow at you, tilting his empty glass at you and nudging your arm.

"since you asked so nicely," you say with a lighthearted roll of your eyes. they both give you a triumphant 'thanks!' as you slide out of the booth and begin making your way through the crowds of people to the bar.

as you approach, you see ghost standing by himself at the bar, a black surgical mask cover the lower half of his face, and before you can stop yourself your legs are already leading you to the empty spot next to him. as usual he doesn't acknowledge you, but you can't find it in yourself to care through the buzz of the alcohol in your system.

you flag down the bartender and order the drinks for the three of you while adamantly trying to ignore the large presence next to you; you'd barely started on your first drink, but you were going to need more than that to get through this, especially if you and ghost were going to be dancing around each other all night.

the next couple of hours are filled with you downing drink after drink, steadily becoming less and less intelligible as the night progresses. at some point gaz excused himself to go chat with price at the bar, leaving just you and soap at the table. though you couldn't see ghost when you looked over, you had no doubt he was lurking in some shadowy corner somewhere, just watching.

"he's just so…" you wave your hands around, willing johnny to somehow understand your point as the words escape you, "...y'know?"

"do i know?" he laughs, obviously very amused by your drunken state.

"mean! he's rude and uncooperative, and it pisses me off." you groan, pressing your fingers into your temples. venting to someone about ghost was somewhat cathartic for you, even if that someone was his closest friend.

"aye, that's not how you really feel though, is it?" soap raises his brow, that insufferably teasing smirk on his lips as he gives you a light nudge.

"wha–" you gawk, freezing in the motion of downing your drink – you'd lost count of how many you'd had at this point. you narrow your eyes and glare at him, "garrick… he grassed didn't he?"

"you think i needed him to tell me?" soap laughs again, and you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought that you were really that obvious. "but seriously, you should talk to him."

"i should, right? i mean… we live together, it's not unreasonable to ask him to be civil."

"exactly!" he exclaims, making encouraging gestures at you with his hands. "maybe you two can get a bit more than civil," he grins mischievously and wiggles his eyebrows at you, earning an embarrassed groan from you.

"oh, shut up soap." you hiss, gulping down the rest of your drink in one go. "i'm not drunk enough for this…"

after that conversation, your concept of time truly left the building, along with any reservations you had about moderation. eventually you do find time to say hi to price, though you think he was probably laughing at how out of your mind you were rather than the hilarious joke you told him.

you're not sure what time it is when gaz, soap, and the captain track you down to say goodnight, leaving the pub with much more coherency than you when ghost drags you out with him.

the freezing temperature hits you as soon as you step over the threshold, but thankfully there's more than enough alcohol in you to keep you warm.

you started the night fully intending to give ghost the cold shoulder, but that was hours and however many drinks ago; now you were long past the fun part of being wasted and the depressive nature of it all was hitting you hard.

"i wish you– you didn't hate me…" you mutter, dragging your feet as you follow behind ghost. he's not walking as quickly as he did yesterday, but even in your inebriated state you can tell he's making sure to stay ahead of you.

"i don't." he replies dismissively, evoking an exasperated, albeit rather dramatic sigh from you. of course he was going to argue about it, owning up and apologising would be far too mature.

"y–" you hiccup, "yeah you do," frustration lacing your voice. you slow your pace until you completely stop walking, staring at the back of his head with narrowed eyes.

"i don't hate you, sting." he sighs, half turning his body to look at you. "come on, keep walkin'." he gestures with his head.

"ugh…" you groan, but comply and stumble forward catch up to him again "then why're you such a fuckin' prick all the time?" you glare at the side of his masked face now that you're walking next to him.

he says nothing, doesn't even look at you. if you didn't know any better, you would doubt he even heard your question.

"i don't hate you, y'know…" you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. "even though you're so– so horrible to me all the time." the urge to cry overwhelms you, your eyes falling to your boots as you shuffle along.

"i'm n–"

"you are!" you interrupt, throwing your arms out to the side and stopping in your tracks again. "every day you say shit to me, i don't– i don't get it! i don't know what to do…" you sniffle, dragging a hand over your face and taking a wobbly step backwards, away from ghost. "why can't you just be nice? like everyone else?"

the night air is cold, and so tense you can almost feel it. ghost's hands curl into tight fists by his sides as he stares you down.

"i'm your lieutenant, sting, not your mate." he states it like a common fact as he reaches an arm out to you, stepping towards you. "you're drunk, come here."

you don't let him get close, however, and take another few steps backwards. "but you're friends with soap, and gaz, and even the captain!" your eyes well up with tears, and despite your best efforts to stop them, you feel the hot sting of them rolling down your cheeks. "what did i do wrong? why can't you like me too?"

again, he does nothing but stare at you. he blinks once, then twice, in what you might call shock – if you could see his face through the way the world spins around you.

"i like you!" you cry. "i always have, and you– you don't have to like me back, but please," you close your eyes in an attempt to alleviate your sudden dizziness, "just stop being such a dickhead to me! you make my life so difficult, and– and miserable!"

"sting…" ghost mutters, watching as you crouch down on the pavement with your head in your hands. he steps closer again, reaching a hand out to awkwardly pat your shoulder. "is that why you got yourself hammered tonight?"

"yes!" you whine through your tears, your head still swimming and causing you to sway slightly. "like you care!"

"listen," he begins, but you quickly cut him off by lurching forward onto your hands and knees on the harsh pavement.

"i'm gonna throw up–"

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"i'm sorry," you blubber, feeling rather pathetic where you're slumped next to the toilet, "please don't kick me out," tears still fall into your lap, but you gave up wiping them away a while ago.

"what?" ghost mutters from next to you. his calloused hands were keeping you upright from where he's crouched beside you on the bathroom tile. "why the fuck would i kick you out?"

"be– because i'm annoying, a– and you hate me…"

he sighs, "do you really think that lowly of me? how many times have i gotta say it before it gets through your thick skull?" he gently raps his knuckles against your forehead, "i. don't. hate you."

when you only sniffle in response, he sighs again before shifting to sit with his back against the bath next to you.

"well you could've fooled me…" you mutter, letting yourself lean against his side when the effort of keeping yourself up gets too much. you feel him flinch slightly and tense underneath you, but he doesn't move.

"i'm not good with…" he pinches the bridge of his nose, his head tilted downwards and his eyes squeezed shut. "i'm not kickin' you out, alright? no matter how much you piss me off." he pauses, and all you can do is watch him with your mouth slightly agape; this is the most he's ever said to you in one go since you met all those months ago. "and i shouldn't have run off last night. i just… i didn't realise you actually wanted to be friends… with me."

"bu…" your voice trails off, train of thought completely abandoned when he looks over and meets your gaze with his rich brown eyes.

"you're… you– i, er…" his eyes dart away from yours, finding a spot on the wall behind you to stare intently at. a sudden wave of exhaustion floods your senses, dropping your head onto his shoulder and allowing your eyes to fall closed, interrupting whatever thought he was trying to articulate. "fuckin' hell, alright… you're drunk, let's just get you to bed, eh?" his voice is just about audible as he manoeuvres your arm over his shoulders and lifts you to stand with practically no input from you.

he all but drags you out of the bathroom, and if you had any shred of coherency left within you you'd be mortified that he had to take care of you like this, but that's something for you to deal with in the morning.

you're pulled into the the living room where ghost drops you rather unceremoniously onto the sofa-bed, tugging the blankets from underneath you and settling them on top of your already half asleep form.

"night ghosty…" your sigh is muffled with your face buried into the pillow, but he pauses in the doorway when he hears it.

"goodnight, sting." he mumbles, before quietly shutting the door and letting you drift to sleep.

you wake up the next morning – or rather afternoon, since it was already one o'clock – with an absolutely splitting headache. it was expected, obviously, but it didn't stop you whining in pain as you sat up and clutched your head. how much did you end up drinking last night?

last night. right. it was all coming back to you now. you'd cried at ghost again, for the second night running, and even though he said he wasn't kicking you out, you would seriously prefer living on the streets to facing him right now.

you reluctantly emerge from the living room and squint at the bright daylight, groaning pitifully when your head pulses. maybe you should save yourself the trouble and just go back to sleep.

"so, you survived the night." ghost's voice calls from the kitchen, sounding incredibly unimpressed. you cringe at his words, naively hoping that he'd pretend the night before didn't happen like you so desperately wanted to.

"did i?" you grumble, walking through the doorway to find him sitting at the kitchen table, clad in his usual balaclava. you lean against the counter and massage your temples, "feel like i've been shot…"

"maybe you'll keep your head on straight next time. i don't want a repeat of that."

you purse your lips. "right…" you mutter, no energy left in you to come up with a retort.

"i had to drag you home, cryin' your eyes out." he gets up as he speaks, grabbing his cup and skirting around you to place it in the sink. he keeps his distance, but you see him watching you from the corner of your eye. "anyone would'a thought i was kidnappin' you."

"oh god…" you bury your face in your hands, your face heating up with the humiliation of the memory, "i'm sorry,"

"s'alright." he mumbles, still opting to gaze out of the window rather than meet your eyes. you blink in surprise at his short dismissal, but before you can formulate a response, he speaks again. "have a shower, sting. you stink."

you open your mouth to argue, but quickly forget about that idea. he was right, of course. without another word, you scurry out of the kitchen and lock yourself in the bathroom. you drag your hand over your face, willing the floor to just swallow you whole already.

you might as well have just died in your sleep, because you can't see ghost letting you live any of this down for as long as you live; though, as you stand there contemplating fleeing the country, you notice that he hadn't been nearly as pissed as you'd expected him to be this morning. you'd anticipated him grilling you about how careless you'd been and how irresponsible it was to drink that much, but the light teasing you'd endured just now felt more like the kind of banter you witnessed between him and soap, or gaz.

you can't help the giddy smile that overtakes you, your killer hangover nearly forgotten in favour of the thought of him finally letting you get close to him.

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apileofmoss · 2 years

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thinking about ctntduo <33

#if anyone has some /r ctntduo fic recs pls send #can be fluff or hurt/comfort or whatever just gimme the gays be gay #mossy's mumblings

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autumn-hiraeth · 10 months

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Hi!! I saw some of your work and wanted to ask- is it possible for you to write a hobie x fem!reader based on "Fuck Away the Pain" by Divide the Day? Totally okay if you don't, it's just an idea I've had for a while and wanted to put it out there :>

Hi anon! ཐི♡ཋྀ. This is the most dirty thing I've written for Hobie. So hope this is what you wanted. Enjoy it! (?

Fuck the pain away!

Hobie brown x reader

NO MINORS PLS. NSFW

a/n: pls don't judge. This is me trying to write smut.

You can find more here “ Hobie's masterlist”

Hobie is fascinated when he sees you at the bar - wearing your little black dress- and just as you get his attention, he gets your attention. Because let's be honest, Hobie Brown has that effect on anyone.

So in no time at all you're on his lap, sleazing and teasing, asking for more glasses of whiskey while you tell him your shitty position.

"the man i love cheated on me, the worst part is he told me over a text message“

"i don't wanna feel how my heart is ripping so I'm drinking"

Hobie listens attentively to the context of your situation, his hand is gently holding yours giving you comfort.

" such a shitty thing he did" he mutters " he didn't deserve you luv, you deserve better" he tries to comfort you and you smile and Hobie thinks you look prettier when you smile. " you think so?" " course luv, you're a pretty lil thing" "fuck away the pain" you smile again and hobie can't help but kiss you, a daring move. "you can use me up if that's what you need Y/n.... Go ahead "

Hobie wastes no time taking you on his canal boat and soon he's helping you get over your jerk ex. You moan loudly as you sink into Hobie's hard cock all the way to the bottom, your eyes roll back enjoying the delicious stretch, you know he's big 'cause you gave him a handjob at the bar, but now that he's inside you you realize he's big. Bigger than you thought, he's filling you so well that you both believe you were made just for him.

His strong hands grip your hips and you grip his shoulders before you start riding him fast and hard 'cause he's letting you do what you want with him.

" just like that luv.. use me..." "Don't be ashamed to scream my name luv" "Tell me where it hurts, I'll make you feel good" His lips are on yours, kissing you like a hungry man, moving his hips against yours at a brutal pace. “ H—hobie... feels so good” “ please touch me“ “just like that Hobie” His hand is holding your waist tight while the other slides between their sweaty bodies until he reaches your swollen clit, you hide your face in the crook of his neck crying with pleasure.

" your pussy is swallowin' me so good Y/n" “ know you were made f'me ” “ cum on my cock, know you want” His dirty talk, the way he's fucking - kissing your cervix- and touching you is enough to make you cum all over his thick cock, but you still ride him. “ cum inside me Hobie” “ fill me up..” “ gimme your cum”

Soon Hobie is painting your walls with his warm seed, making you cum a second time, Hobie is whispering your name as you kiss his face and praise him the same way he did you. Making you feel so warm. Hobie sighs placing a soft kiss on the lips before saying " need to clean you up luv" you two know that that's only the beginning of the night.

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stevenose · 8 months

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can you gimme some thoughts on stevie with his girl in subspace? or just being subby in general? pls n thx

contains reader with a vagina!

anything for you harmonia. literally anything for you. 🫶🏻

steve will do it for you, but you really have to beg for it. promising him that you want to go there. that you want to be mindless and get all of your stress out of you. so he relents, wanting to carry your burdens and squash them. he’ll do anything for you to feel comfortable and safe.

he takes his time making you fall apart. a little condescending. “poor thing doesn’t want a brain, huh? just wants to be dumb and pretty on my cock :( how about i start with my mouth first, baby?”

he’ll eat you out for a full hour, pulling orgasms out of you until you can do nothing but sob and grab at him loosely. you’re dazed, dizzy, blank. all you can focus on is steve’s tongue and voice and his hands grasping at your thighs. “yeah, baby, there we go. give it to me. ‘m good at this, aren’t i? yeah, i am :) and you’re so goddamn good at takin’ it. let’s see if you can be this good on my cock, huh?”

you can only cum one more time for him when he slips inside of you, fucking you in a breeding press - your legs over his shoulders while he leans down nice and far. he’s suuuper slow and languid with his strokes because he knows you can’t take too much. your clit’s all sensitive and swollen and hurting :( makes you cum with your g-spot and his sweet praises. “oh, fuck, honey - you’re clenchin’ around me so tight still, that’s a good pussy - such a pretty little thing under me, yeah? yeah? c’mon, tell me. know you can, angel.”

“‘m pretty.” your voice is so sweet and high pitched and needy, speech all slurred.

“yeah you are,” he continues, your cunt loud as he fucks into it. “too pretty t’think about all that dumb bullshit, huh? to be anythin’ more than my pretty little cock sleeve, yeah? oh, baby. gonna take such good care of you. lay back ‘n let your brain go numb, steve’s got you.”

he’ll kiss you so tender and gentle when he pulls out after you’ve cum. he doesn’t even care that he didn’t. although you’d both love for his hot cum to drip out of your pretty, wrecked little hole :( he cleans you up, helps you to the bathroom once you can somewhat stand up, and tucks you in with so many covers after. you’re blissed out, smiling wide and glowing.

“so gorgeous,” he smiles, kissing you again. “and all for me.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #harmonia ur so nice in ur reblogs i hope you know i love u so bad <3 #harmonia tag

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oneforthemunny · 11 months

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heyy evie i have a little specific ask so pls just ignore it if it's dumb. lately i wasn't feeling v well and when i'm in that headspace i get clingy. how would eddie react if i was trying to cuddle and be held by him and he snapped at me because he was busy and didn't know i felt bad? i didn't adress it further, apologized and went to bed alone and he felt guilty about it later. how would we make up? maybe not janitor or modern eddie 'cause i don't see them behave like that but the others? or maybe just one of the others? need a little bit of angst and comfort you write so well<3

at first glance I wanted to say dom!eddie bc he seems like kinda a gimme answer in a way, but then I really think he wouldn't be mad at you for being clingy because that's a little unheard of for you. and I think that would be the same with rockstar!eddie, if anything he'd be on high alert and kinda freaked out.

but I think this would (and I apologize bc I'm about to hurt some people) be mafia!eddie coded.

he's fucking stressed to the max. rick is pissed the feds raided his place, hopper and steve were supposed to help him out and keep him ahead of this and they dropped the ball. they had to move shipments to another place bc obv rick doesn't keep shit at his house but they were scared they'd find the warehouse, and they moved it but that pushed things back leaving their buyers furious- they lost a lot of money.

rick is on eddie's ass to expedite the next shipment, send some guys down to miami and pick it up themselves, and he's stressed, he hasn't slept, and fuck- he's exhausted. mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally exhausted.

kitten had been getting sick, a little under the weather and usually eddie doted on her after one sniffle. she tried to keep it under wraps just because she didn't want to add to his stress, but she really didn't feel good and she missed eddie.

"ed?" you knocked on the door to his office. it was late and he'd been in here all day, barely leaving to even use the bathroom. "ed, are you coming to bed, honey?"

"I'll be there in a second." eddie huffed, fingers knotting through his already mussed hair.

you pouted, moving closer into the room. it smelt like cigarettes, which judging by the full ash tray, he'd been chain smoking. "baby, why don't you do this in the morning?" you ran your hand over his shoulder, feeling the tensed muscles. selfishly, you just wanted to spend time with him. you weren't feeling the best and combined with your lack of sleep from eddie's absence, it wasn't making you feel any better.

eddie ignored you, jaw tightening and continuing to mark up plans. you sighed, moving to sit in his lap. "eddie, you need to rest. you're overdoing it-"

eddie smacked his hands on the desk, shouting your name so loudly you stood before you could properly get into his lap. "for fuckssake! can you leave me alone to work? I have to get this shit done, ok? I fucking have to. I don't have time for this bullshit right now. I don't need sleep, I need you to leave me the fuck alone so I can figure this out!"

you felt the growing lump in your throat, turning on your heel, muttering a soft apology before going back to bed, teary eyed and head throbbing with congestion from your cold and tears.

eddie didn't come to bed until much much later, and when he did, he collapsed next to you, not even taking his clothes off he was so exhausted. he finally got things sorted and approved, rick was more calm and steady, jeff and max had picked up the cuban shipment in miami and were headed to rick, and it looked like he could finally relax for a little bit.

then he woke up the next day.

his arm was on you, even in his sleep he just reached out to hold you, but you were covered in a soft sheen of sweat, shaking a little even under the blankets. eddie blinked awake, seeing you covered in the blankets. "baby, are you ok?"

"'m fine." you muttered, still shivering and voice wavering. he didn't miss the way your voice rasped. "just a little cold."

eddie sat up, placing a hand on your head. it was damp and hot. "you're burning up, kitten." he frowned. "are you-are you sick?"

you hesitated and that was answer enough. eddie was up, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. "no, ed, I'm fine. really. I just... don't worry about me. I'll be alright."

eddie shakes his head, reaching for the phone book. "I'm calling dr. stephens to come look at you, alright? should've told me you were sick."

"I didn't want to bother you anymore than I already did, ed, please. I'll be alright." you pleaded, guilt creeping in your chest.

eddie paused, confused at first, before realization flooded him. then the horrid feeling of dread. "oh...oh fuck, kitten, no." eddie set the phone down, eyes rounded up at you. "I didn't... I was just...I'm so sorry." he didn't know what else to say. excuses felt lame and pointless, and the guilt and horror of his words were making him feel sick to his stomach. he'd talked to you so mean, so vile when you were just looking out for him. when you were sick.

eddie spent the rest of the day coddling you in any way he could. a lame excuse of an apology in his eyes, but it was all he could do. he felt horrible, and you knew that, that's why you let him dote on you, baby you and fuss over your blankets and pillows. you let him hold you in the office when he did have to go over a few things, snuggled in his lap or lying on the couch and napping. just in his company, it made you both feel a little better.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #mafia!eddie munson

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cursedbysteveharrington · 10 months

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So Eddie and Steve have been together for a while, maybe the kids have graduated, vecna's been defeated etc. and Steve finally figures out what he wants to do with his life and decides to go to college. Eddie stays in hawkins for some reason idk and he's happy for him but he's also worried that Steve's going to have this whole new life at school and leave him behind (maybe thats why he really stays in hawkins, he doesn't want to have to watch Steve slowly drifting away from him) ...but what actually happens is Steve misses Eddie so bad he kind of throws himself into his work (which he's struggling with) as a distraction and doesn't really take care of himself. Maybe he has insomnia and/or nightmares, maybe he barely sleeps at all anymore. He's able to hide it from Eddie for a while, he knows he's stressed and not sleeping great but he doesn't know how bad it is. I absolutely need to read the scene where Eddie confronts him and he can't deny he's a fucking mess anymore. He's so exhausted, he knows he's been caught out and everything he's been dealing with alone for months just hits him all at once. Eddie definitely puts his hand on Steve's forehead and says "oh stevie, baby" at some point and Steve closes his eyes and leans into him, surrendering. I wanna read it but i don't wanna write it 😫 gimme that sweet sweet hurt/comfort pls 🙏 it's my birthday

#i didn't even go to college lol #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fic prompt

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eddieschains · 1 year

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for the prompt list, gimme “can i hold your hand?” pls 🤲🏻 joe or eddie, your choice bb

this is really short i’m sorry :( but i hope you still like it!!

i also kind of used the couple from The Start as inspo for this because i miss them

Can I Hold Your Hand?

The Stranger Things season 4 premiere. It was a big night for Joe, finally being able to share his character with the world. But, he was nervous. He’d never had such a big premiere before. He asked you to come along with him for support since you’d done a bunch of these before and of course you couldn’t say no. He even appointed you to help him with his outfit.

“All done handsome. What do you think?” You turn him to the full length mirror in your studio, smoothing out the creases in his shoulders.

He’s twisting and turning, looking at himself up and down in the mirror. “Love it. Looks great as always baby. Thank you.” He turns to you, pecking your lips softly.

“All right let’s get going then. Got a big night ahead of you.” You smile, grabbing your handbag and following him out to the car.

You opted for a plain white dress, not wanting to clash colors with him. The two of you hop in the back of the SUV with his manager and publicist in tow. As you pull into the venue, you notice Joes leg starts shaking. He only really did that when he was anxious.

“You alright babe?” You ask, placing a comforting hand on his knee.

“What? Yeah, sorry. There’s just a lot of people here.” He chuckles, looking at the crowd of fans lined up.

“Well you did pick the biggest show in the world to star in.” You laugh, kissing his cheek. He smiles at you, before looking back out the window.

The car parks, and the driver gets out to open the door. His manager and publicist exit first, making their way to the other group of management teams while you and Joe stay behind for a second.

“You ready?” You squeeze his arm.

“I guess so.” You can feel his breathing getting heavier, and a small bead of sweat gracing his forehead.

“Hey,” You grab his cheek making him look at you. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna do great. And i’ll be with you the whole time if you need me to.” You kiss him one more time before he hops out of the vehicle, you right behind him.

He stops for a moment, taking in all the people that were here. Since no one really knew who he was, they weren’t paying much attention to him which he was almost grateful for.

One of the people in charge of the people coming on to the carpet approaches him, guiding him through the crowd. He looks down at you, trying not to pay attention to everyone around him.

“Can i hold your hand?” He whispers, right before you reach the carpet. You look up, smiling and locking your fingers into his.

“You never have to ask.” You feel his body start to relax under your touch.

Once you reach the carpet it’s madness. All the photographers shouting to look at them, or to do certain poses for them, the bright lights flashing excessively in both of your eyes. You let go of his hand, moving it around his waist as he does the same to you. Finally feeling more at ease with you by his side.

You finish your photo ops and he gives your hand a squeeze before moving on to some interviews. You stand off to the side, watching in awe as the media throws question after question at him. You couldn’t even explain how proud of him you were. Smiling like an idiot in the corner.

“And who’s this pretty lady you brought with you tonight?” You overhear one of the reporters ask.

He grins widely, looking over at you. “This is my beautiful girlfriend Y/N.” He motions for you to come join him, and you hesitantly walk over. “I needed some support with me today, and it doesn’t hurt that she’s my stylist as well.” You make eye contact with him, smiling so big it almost hurt.

“Oh well you two look fantastic. Have fun in there okay?” She finishes, as you both say your thank yous and walk off.

“Thank you for coming tonight. I don’t think i could’ve done it without you.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You smile, placing your arms around his neck and giving him the deepest kiss you could.

#joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x fem reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn

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quodekash · 1 year

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its friday night/saturday morning, you know the drill

im sorry

pls gimme more threezo today

i love him and his fluffy curly hair so so so much

MY BOYS

pls tell me what happened to zo

HIM AND HIS WORRIED BOYFRIEND FACE GHRBGHJR

he just wants him to be okay 🥺😭

HE SAID IT

im crying

why do these two have to make me FEEL things?

somehow in my head i read “hes mad as a hatter” in the voice of a little british lad and its very amusing to me and now you know

specifically a little british lad from an old movie where the audio is all crackly and too loud

LOOK AT THE MAN’S HAIR

no i will not shut up about his hair

bro you are not subtle

MY BOY

i know i just watched 1000stars like three days ago, but it always makes me so happy whenever his incredibly but beautifully thick eyebrows appear on my screen.

im just realising how weird that sound

i meant his eyebrows along with the rest of his face

the existence of drake sattabut laedeke makes me happy

thats what i was trying to say

ooo yes i was hoping for more detail on jack’s depression. he really intrigues me as a character

me every day

hell yeah, consent is key, folks

the mattress is on an angle

thats really bugging me

can someone fix that please

surely thats some kind of safety hazard

why doesnt the mattress fit the bed frame

why isnt there some way to keep the mattress in place

what if youre a restless sleeper and you toss and turn and you fall off the bed and you knock your head on it?

if you knock it hard enough you could get a concussion

concussions arent good

they can lead to a lot of bad consequences

people should think more about concussions and concussion consequences when they design beds

concussion consequences is fun to say

concussion consequences concussion consequences concussion consequences, say it 5 times fast

oh yeah that’s right, theyre kissing

i got distracted by the mattress

the group is together!! :DD

i love their group dynamics

but most importantly

THREEZO

i am no longer enjoying the group dynamics

why do they have to fightttt

(i lied, im still enjoying the group dynamics. in fights, people are hurtful but truthful, so fights give a huge insight into the characters which is wonderful for analysis and picking the character apart)

this is the second episode in a row that three has lost his temper on the others a little bit and left the room at the end and zo has said ‘ill check on him’ and followed after him

anyway i love zo for it

he is good boyfriend

he is good friend

he is... hungry i think

^D^

i freaking love this man

bro their relationship is so freaking healthy

zo asks for permission to enter the room

he ignores the response, but only to keep him company. and i suspect that he knows him really well and knows that three should have someone with him, just to be there with him and help him relax

and he tries to bring three’s attention from the thoughts swirling around his mind and onto his physical presence, and three gets a little angry

but he communicates with zo, he tells him that he will answer questions, just not at that moment. he’s telling him that he’s willing to talk and communicate, but he needs time to understand so that he can explain his thoughts and feelings coherently. and he doesnt push zo away, either physically or verbally, so he tells him without words that he appreciates his presence, and he’s glad to have him there. he just cant really verbally communicate what’s going on right now, and that’s okay!

and then zo speaks to him. he gives him words of comfort, affirmation, support. he also provides the perspective of the others, a snippet of an insight into life outside of his own mind. “we all really did our best.”

“just because we lost once doesnt mean we will lose forever” ITS SO COMFORTING AND PERFECT how does he always seem to know the right thing to say

PLEASE THEYRE TOO CUTE

...

you know what im thinking

the msp brainrot is too strong

YIM SE YIM SE YIM SE

NGOW NGOW

anyway

VRJHDF HE SAID IT AGAINNNNN

i couldve gone more in depth about why theyre perfect but it’s 1am and im tired so i wont

“your hug can actually kill me. but im willing to die in your arms, zo” YOURE KIDDING. IT’S TOO CUTE. THEYRE TOO CUTE. THEYRE DESTROYING ME. AAAAAAAAAA VJRENJKR

I KNEW SHE KNEW

SOMEONE HAD TO KNOW AND THAT SOMEONE HAD TO BE AOI

reminding me of tinn’s little head scratch and “what just happened” in episode 4 after he accidentally made sound join the music club via hatred of him

oh hell yes, obligatory beach episode next week

the obligatory beach episode almost always ends up as my favourite episode

OMG THREEZO AT THE BEACH

I CANT WAIT

FINAL THOUGHTS:

im really glad cher and gun have finally figured out their relationship

i need to go to sleep

threezo are the greatest

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tinywhumper · 1 year

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tiny’s first whump

h-hello, pls have my very much nothing really happens but kinda something still happens whump drabble??

thanks to @a-crumb-of-whump for encouragement! imma try to tw/cw this properly but gimme a shout if i need to add something ^^ tw/cw: whumped caretaker, whumpee edges into whumper territory, idk what it’d be called but like … irritating an existing wound? by like poking it? and stuff? lmk if there’s an official term or something! whumper watches them through camera

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whumpee is just so tired. they can’t hardly keep their eyes open, but they need to keep awake, alert for signs of whumper returning. it’s cold in the room, the cement hard beneath them and grime digs into the bonnie’s of their knees, shins, ankles, the sore, thin-skinned tops of their feet. a half shudder shakes through them, oddly making saliva pool in their mouth. and then caretaker groans from their place in whumpee’s lap. whumpee blinks down at them, one hand already going to caress their temple and cheekbone. they wish they could whisper some sort of comfort but petting back caretaker’s hair is draining what little energy and focus they have. they need to save some to keep watch.

their breath is heavy in their chest with a gravitational pull that threatens to make their sternum, heart, lungs, ribs, everything cave in. caretaker looks torn in their sleep. a line between their brow and the downturn of their lips display their discomfort even in rest. whumpee’s lips tremble and that vast, yawning thing within them threatens to swallow them hole. staring down at the obscene swelling of caretaker’s dislocated shoulder is like staring over into an underwater trench: terrifying and beautiful in a dark, enthralling way, calling them to fall over the edge and into the unknown and nothing.

whumpee’s hand, shaking, trails over the blue, purple, black without thinking. despite the flinch of caretaker in their sleep, the jumping of their skin, whumpee lets their aching fingers press into the mottled bruise. the swollen, tender flesh gives as blood and other subdermal fluid moves as whumpee presses, pokes, pinches, exploring the thing in front of them like a toddler presented with something new.

it isn’t until caretaker cries out in their sleep that whumpee notices what they are doing, that caretaker is crying. tears run down caretaker’s face, slipping into their hairline, running into the hollows of their ears and starting to soak into the feeble excuse for a pillow that whumper gave them. with a flinch whumpee jerks their hand from caretaker’s shoulder, fingertips burning and bile roiling in their stomach. they were hurting caretaker, they hurt them. they clutch their hands to their chest, the urge to utterly tremble crossing their mind, yet they don’t, they remain frozen as they stare down at caretaker. acrid guilt pools in the back of their throat, the taste of shame. whumpee presses a hand to their mouth to quell the sudden panting breathlessness that hits them, making them whimper.

caretaker squirms in their lap like they were still trying to escape whumpee’s painful prodding and exploration. whumpee hesitates to bring a hand to caretaker’s temple and hair again to soothe them back into a deeper rest. only when caretaker settles does that tempting trembling take its course.

whumpee stares at caretaker’s face, searching for any sign to anything but sleep. they nibble at their fingertips as their panicked breathing, having run its course, starts to ears. what in the world had they been doing? why had they done that to caretaker? what possessed them? why were they fascinated by what they did, drawing that pain, feeling that plush give of flesh, why did they want to do it again?

whumpee glances around the dingy room again and listens, listens for any sign of whumper as they try to gather themselves. when they find nothing, hear nothing and their breath no longer hitches, hiccups in their chest whumpee’s gaze turns back to caretaker.

in their lap, curled mostly on their side, face upwards, caretaker seems so small. whumper knew how to break down even the stronger ones, and my gosh, caretaker is so strong— they held on for so long, until their body gave out. until surely some part of them had to acknowledge how out of place they were for trying to help whumpee beyond whumper’s strict commands. that they should stay their role, do only as whumper says and allows.

whumpee is unaware of the frown on their lips nor the way their eyes narrow as they look down upon caretaker. they don’t feel the pinch of their brow as itfurrows in some unfamiliar and overwhelming rush of anger.

slowly, as though caretaker would wake upon the slightest move, whumpee lowers their hand. they hover over caretaker’s shoulder, nails brushing featherlight, for several dreadful seconds as their heartbeat rises into their throat, ears, eyes, thudding harder and harder with every next beat. they squeeze down. it’s gentle at first, of course, then a little more and a little more. careful, measured increments of pressure and then starting to bear their weight down, torn fingernails cutting in. the more they bear down the more that floaty, absent sensation of before drifts in. they can’t feel anything, thinks anything as they dig their fingers and nails into caretaker’s shoulder with one hand and then both in a cruel mockery of a massage. they watch as caretaker’s chest heaves and they twist - still sleeping - away from the pain. whumpee follows them. they even go so far as to use one hand to pin them in place, hold them right where they want them.

whumpee isn’t sure how long they abuse caretaker’s shoulder. but they do know that when they are done, they feels less tired than they did before. sleepiness does still drag at their eyelids and dirt still digs into their legs as they resume watch for whumper.

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whumper leans back in their chair, thumb stroking over their chin as a slow smile furls up the corners of their lips. the monitor in front of them flickers gently as the frames load in the live feed of their basement. it’s a little difficult to make out, but there is definitely something of a smile on whumpee’s face, something more relaxed about them after that pretty, petty show. this was unexpected, yes, but not detestable, no. no, whumper decided, there was no need to correct that behavior. it could bloom quite beautifully.

#whump scenario #whump writing #whumpee turned whumper #whumped caretaker #my writing #baby’s first whump #sorry #enjoy?#thanks for reading #twiddles thumbs and crawls back into blanket fort #pls be gentle with corrections ;w;b

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x-reader-things · 3 hours

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Still writing requests but pls gimme some fluff or angst and hurt / comfort ideas in my inbox about Mark Grayson I am starved of content that isn’t just dark content or smut [not that there isn’t anything wrong about reading or writing that ofc, I am just ace and want Mark and Reader to be happy]-

#also I got a job recently #first job at a bowling alley #and writing is slow #and I am #fixating on mark grayson rn #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader

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anemoflower · 6 months

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IS IT OKAY TO ASK ABT ELOWYN? I HOPE SO—

gimme ✍️ 🏷️ and ☕️ for eloywn if its okay :3

[ask game]

YES YES OF COURSE IT IS she’s not super developed yet but I still love talking about my new girl!!

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom trait you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

Elowyn is quite… popular but not too much? (If I might say so, pls just let me dream that people would like her) She’s kind hearted, loyal, hard-working and a very good fighter, but also struggles with tiny trust issues and social awkwardness, which I think some people might relate to? And I think they’d like her design?

Not sure yet if she’s a 5* or 4* but you could use her as a good support dps (especially with Wrio for frozen reactions nyehehe) so uhm… I guess that would be a good reason to pull for her? I don’t think everyone would want her on their team like other popular genshin characters tho

Idk it feels kinda wrong to talk about her this way, I’m sure on the other hand there’d be people who think “She’s just Jean 2.0 ugh” and be annoyed by her haha

🏷️: What is you and your f/o’s ship name?

Probably the one I also came up with aka Wriowyn… Although… Elowesley? Uh no, that doesn’t work x’D Wriowyn is fine. Or someone would come up with a really clever ship name based on their story or a special thing that happened between them… Maybe also something Tea related because Wrio loves Tea…

☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your f/o?

Okay uh let me think… OK LISTEN Battle couples. Wrio and Elowyn are a battle couple and I think there might be a few plot points involving fights, maybe leading to some hurt/comfort or treating each other's wounds kind of thing? Idk. Otherwise uhhh… I guess general gentle fluff? Oh, or maybe domestic AU's <3

I can also imagine something silly like “handcuffed together” (that would be funny tho, I should think about this)

#;asks #;oc: elowyn #;Wriowyn #thanks so much for asking!! <3 #I was shaking excitedly while thinking about the answers tbh x'D #Idk if the handcuff thing makes sense because... Wrio can open any handcuff probably #but it's still a funny thought idk

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hammity-hammer · 7 months

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Trope rating game

rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded 0 -> don’t care either way +10 -> very enticed nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged. Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

tysm @thesolarangel for tagging me<33

see my answers under the cut:

Age gap: 0

i wouldn't like,,, not click it? but this does nothing for me & honestly i would rather not read them (but it's not going to stop me from reading a fic)

Codependency: +5

i cannot help but be a codependent bitch & i do love when they're obsessed w eachother-- but codependence is not good irl so i keep it to fics<3

Obsession/possessiveness/jealous: +10

AGAIN-- bad irl but i do love a good bit of possessiveness/obsession <33 as long as the person writing it knows that it's fucked up & if this shit happened irl it should be a hard no-- it's fiction & i eat it UP!

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine, etc.): 0

i feel indifferent! it's cute, but it's not like a deciding factor in whether or not i read something yk? i'd rather have them just be like close to their character & if that happens to be opposites then cool !!

Enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits: +3

this one is v cool & if i'm in a horny mood i eat it UP-- so it's usually a plus if i see it cjskckekc

Friends with benefits: +10

I LOVE <3 sometimes you just gotta fuck your friends yk???

Sex to feelings: +10

see above^ but also i just think it's nice sometimes hehehee

Fake dating/relationship: +100000

i am obsessed w the fake dating aus oh my god they are so good & just-- chef's kiss !

Friends to lovers: +10

i absolutely eat this shit up-- especially when there's some like not realizing there are romantic feelings?? yum!

Found family: +10

i love my found family shit<33 i'm a big believer that you choose your family & i absolutely fucking love it when my boys choose eachother over & over again<3

Hurt/comfort: +1000

i am a sadist AND a masochist so-- hurt/comfort is my favorite<3 bonus if it's actually hurt/no comfort bc i am fucked up!

Love triangle: -5

i'm not a fan of love triangles-- they're usually just dumb imo & like,, i'd rather everybody just get together yk?

Polyam/open relationship: +5

very cool!!! i love polyamory and getting to see people love openly & have conversations about it so<3

Mistaken/hidden identity: +10

okay these ones just hit different-- when someone doesn't realize who they're with??? yum!

Monsterfucking: +100000

i don't feel that i need to expand on this one-- it's a given

Pregnancy: 0

i feel neutral ab this-- if it happens it happens, but if there's sex AND pregnancy (like sex while pregnant) i'm usually going to click off

Second chance: +2

i'll read these bc of hurt/comfort-- but it really depends on WHY the second chance is being given yk?

Slowburn: +10

I LOVE SLOWBURNS! gimme like 20 chapters before they even kiss (do not i will cry make them kiss sooner pls)

Soulmates: +10000

i love soulmates<3 every soulmate au is one i will read bc i am obsessed w them and i just,,, i love them!

tagging (with no pressure!<3): @someforeignband @riality-check @dykesteddie @unclewaynemunson @singledadharrington @fagsculinity @a-little-unsteddie & anyone else who wants to do it!<3

#get to know ham #tag game!

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theangrypomeranian · 1 year

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Hey there! What are some of your favorite tropes? Least favorite?

Hi Babs!! faves:

friends-to-lovers (i am suuuuuuuuuch a sucker for this one, i frickin' love it, especially childhood friends)

mutual pining (gimme two dumbasses who love each other but think the other doesn't, i eat that shit up)

hurt/comfort (it's abut the hurt! and the comfort that comes from the hurt!)

fluff (i love watching my favorite characters and ships be cuddly and cute just *goes feral* G I M M E)

slow burn (LOOK I LOVE IT OKAY i love watching the relationships build and grow, it makes me so soft)

friendship (LET CHARACTERS BE FRIENDS DAMN IT)

angst (there's a reason i call myself an angst whore lmao) least faves:

love triangles (Twilight ruined that for everyone, i think, and i say that as someone who likes the books (i'm 30, i can like what i want now lmao))

break ups (i haaaaaaaaaate break up stories, like they legit trigger me, i just cannot)

bait and switch ships (starting out by promising one ship but then hard turning into another one is one of my least favorite things, i've dropped series before because of this)

any kind of nice guy TM or overly pushy characters for romance (it makes me wanna crawl out of my skin, no means no dude)

major character death (this one is mostly for fics, i read fic to have a good time, not to have my heart broken lol)

any kind of graphically described SA (cannot cannot nope nope nope instant trigger and block)

UNTAGGED TRIGGERS (PLS PLS PLS TAG YOUR TRIGGERS PLS IT'S IRRESPONSIBLE AND MEAN)

i'm sure there's more that i'm not thinking of, but that's what comes to mind rn. thanks for the ask!

#sally answers #hey babs #writing stuff #tropes #thanks for the ask!

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tvrningout-a · 10 months

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I GREW UP ON DISNEY | plots & connections for your convenience ♡

featuring: spiderverse muses

these are just some ideas ( some vague, some more specific ) that i'd like to write and that hopefully catch your interest! feel free to like this post if there's a plot/dynamic you'd like to write, and i'll message you about it! ♡(>ᴗ•)

chiyoko hisakawa aka jorogumo of earth 7878a

this scenario! bc oooh conflict <3

in general, be it with canon characters or oc's, i'd really love someone to get chiyo to talk about shiori. she meant a lot to her -- chiyo doesn't casually date, nor does she date anyone that she didn't first befriend over a long period of time. and the thing is!! chiyo never actually got to admit her feelings to shiori. so there's a lot of unresolved feelings concerning her, and i just want someone to get chiyo to talk about it.

shiori was her universe's gwen, so i do think it'd be interesting to see chiyo interact with any version of her. they're different people, but i think chiyo would be wary bc gwen dies in certain universes and!! she's not in a position to handle that emotionally rn

gimme all the mentorships pls and thanks <3 the more i write her in this universe, i do think she'd get along with just about anyone tbh -- she just might disagree with them on occasion, but that's normal and healthy and makes for some fun threads!

big bonus points if her mentor is friends with her mom, yuzusa! i want someone to help her with that awkward situation pls :' )

i love multiverse shenanigans, but i also love the idea of chiyo having regular friends/mentors/etc. who discover she's jorogumo! so gimme that too u3u

ALSO give me her universe's harry!! bc they're supposed to be great friends, but things are weird and strained after the whole green goblin thing!! that wasn't her harry, but chiyo knows it could be one day, and i so badly want to write how that friendship is affected by that knowledge. do they manage to break canon? do they not?? let's find out!!

yuzusa hisakawa aka jorogumo of earth 7878b

i am once again asking for mentorships, but let yuzu be your muse's teacher who very much acts like a momma bear yet roasts them ruthlessly <3

talk to yuzu about chiyo!! the one she lost and the one in front of her!! tell her that's rough buddy but you'll be there for her while she tries to build a relationship with her daughter ;;v;;

i say that like it's going to be all hurt/comfort, and some of it will be, but it's also going to be yuzu snapping and getting angry, telling you to mind your own business. pain isn't always pretty, and yuzu is the prime example of that.

that being said!! gimme the friend that was there through it all -- being bitten, becoming spider-woman, losing her family, becoming jorogumo. gimme the history that allows someone to see how she's changed and pull her back in when she's growing too far away, when she's losing herself. i want it uvu

but obviously i also wanna write people discovering yuzu is jorogumo and going " oh that actually makes a lot of sense " asdfg

what iiiiif your muse catches yuzu visiting a universe where her husband and chiyo are alive, and she's only watching over them!! just making sure they're okay!! but yeah this needs to be addressed and unpacked

miguel o'hara

talk to him about how much they don't really know about anomalies and canon events; talk to him about how maybe he's wrong about miles; challenge him <3

and in challenging him maybe we can get into how he's projecting his guilt onto a kid and is just!! scared!! of failing!! of losing people!! pls oh my gosh

can we pls see miguel as a mentor to somebody? can we pls??

more to be added!

pavitr prabhakar

not to burst pav's bubble, but can we talk about how hard being spider-man is eventually going to get?? can someone warn him??

i do wanna write some pre-atsv stuff with him! like how he must've reacted to there being a multiverse, who he might've met first, etc. i like that stuff when we already know where we're going!

while very likeable, typically any iteration of peter parker is bullied to some extent, and since i'm gonna borrow from pav's comics, i'm gonna say the same goes for him. in the comics, his family isn't super wealthy, and he manages to get into a nice school through a scholarship; between the differing tax brackets and pav's natural talent for things, i'm gonna say the other kids probably alienate him a little more than he lets on. maybe we can explore that? the expectation that pav must be popular and have it easy vs. the reality that he's just like miles and a young peter -- another teen who's still finding his place and figuring everything out.

more to be added!

#miguel and pav's categories are sparse bc my sister's waiting on me ahhh #i'll brainstorm more for them later but if you have your own idea you're free to still like this and toss it at me!!#i just figured i'd type one of these up bc my muse has been so frikkin high for spiderverse stuff :' )#and honestly you don't /have/ to know much about the movies to interact unless you wanna deal with the multiverse shenanigans #but lemme not ramble in the tags asdfg #i gotta go!#i grew up on disney | wishlist

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