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sunkissed-zegras · 15 hours

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I’m just saying…. headcannons for paige with a bestfriend to partner who’s an introvert.

And I mean those introverts who seem quiet but the moment they get comfortable around you it’s over, but like only they get to see that side.

Paige seems like an extrovert that adopts introverts, like just imagine her having to drag her partner out of their room all the time cuz they’re a damn hermit.

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─ warnings | mention of drinking, teasing, fluff, nothin' else?

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honestly, you are so right in that assumption

she definitely gets closer with more introverted people, bc opposites DO really attract

when you guys first met it was your freshman year at uconn, at first you'd probably think she's WAY too much ─ maybe even cocky LOL (but who can blame her she's the best)

but when you spend more one on one time with her, you realize she's really funny and sweet

because you're so quiet, paige would be naturally drawn to you cus she gets to know you

so she just pesters you until you eventually give in and hang out with her

from that point on, the one is never seen without the other

you guys would always be together

but like... usually, you're just WITH paige so people don't really acknowledge you cus you're so quiet

but then paige would like force you to socialize

"this is y/n, i promise she's fun you just gotta put a little liquor in her-" "PAIGE."

she would push you toward her close friends the most, def like ice, azzi, nika and kk

ESPECIALLY kk!

and then you eventually would get really close with them, you all have your cute little friend group

you and ice would make fun of paige and kk together, you and azzi are kinda similar so you find yourself hanging out with her alone a lot more, and nika would force you out your shell a lot too

after a couple months of being friends, paige would definitely find herself catching feels

like i've said in my other headcanons, she just thinks you're such a big source of comfort for her and it slowly just becomes full-on adoration cus

she adores you

and you compliment her personality so well she is just like "i NEED to have her right now"

she ends up confessing one night after a really terrible game and then y'all kiss ...

and the rest is history 🤗🤗🤗

jk here's some relationship headcanons

again, you are so right nonnie

like i mentioned, one is never seen without the other

so you're always tied at the hip, especially at parties

at first she has to force you

like FULL force

she calls backup ofc ice and kk come and then its 3 vs 1

they end up winning

and this happens time and time again, you just get so worn down you'd rather just endure the damn party then listen to all three of them scream at you

which was the goal 🥰

and you're definitely the sober one 95% of the time so you will be taking care of a very drunk paige

(maybe some separate headcanons for her if yall want)

and sometimes even ice/kk but it's mostly just your girlfriend

anyway, yeah you take her home, take of her and then get her into bed

and when you try to leave she will be so dramatic, she forces you to stay with her

you don't mind cus you love cuddly paige

but the 5% when you're the one who's blackout drunk, paige is gonna take such good care of you

because you're so introverted when you're sober, you're probably gonna be such a rowdy drunk

yes im her shes me

so paige makes sure you don't get into trouble and gets you home safe and sound

but if you do something stupid, she will never ever let you live it down

"remember that time you jumped into the pool and-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP"

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joeys-babe · 18 days

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Joey B Blurbs: Joy Of My Life

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Summary: You try out a trend on Joe to test his husband's skills.

Warnings: Fluff, funny, trends!

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into the Mystic

A/N: Part 6 of Blurb Night! This is a shorter one.

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No particular date for this fic!

You should totally do this with Joe!

I opened the link sent with the text from Gracie McPherson, Evan’s wife.

It was a TikTok where this girl called her boyfriend and asked him to get pads with wings.

Now, Joe has some knowledge when it comes to feminine care since I've asked him to get it for me before, and he wasn't awkward or shy about it.

He had just texted me saying he was leaving the gym, so I called him up.

Answering before the second ring in his usual fashion, I smiled at the sound of his voice.

“Hey, Mama.” - Joe

“Hey, baby. Can you pick something up for me before you come home?” - you

“Of course. What do you need?” - Joe

“Well since we’re moving and we have a bathroom in the nursery at the new house, I was going to buy one of those drawer towers for stuff I’ll need after giving birth.” - you

“Mhm.” - Joe

“So I need you to pick up pads.” - you

“Okay… any certain brands or size I need to look for that's specifically for birth?” - Joe

“I already have the big hefty ones I need, I just need like regular ones for later on.” - you

“Oh okay, so like the ones you usually get?” - Joe

“Yeah but with wings, please.” - you

There was a long pause, and I had to hold back a giggle.

“Wing-” - Joe

“Tyson!” - you

I pulled the phone away from my ear and pretended like I was getting on to Tyson.

“Bye, baby. I gotta go catch your son. I love you, and thank you!” - you

“I love you too.” - Joe

With that, I hung up and texted Gracie back.

Just did it! LOL. Let's see what he comes home with! 😂

Oh, girl! Message me updates! 😂😂

—— Joe’s POV

Pads with wings… pads. with wings?

Like pads that have wings? Or pads and the food wings?

They make pads with wings?

Oh god.

I need to get this right, I don’t want y/n to think I'm a helpless goof.

Walking into the store, it was a certain time of the day when there weren't many people there.

Finding the feminine care aisle, I looked around until I saw a type of pad that looked like it had wings.

What if she meant the food wings and regular pads?

Oh god.

I've been in this aisle for like ten minutes, so it's gonna be awkward if someone recognizes me.

In the end, I got a box of pads that looked like they had wings and a box that I know is the ones y/n regularly uses.

Next, I went to the nearest Wingstop and ordered what wings I thought y/n would like most.

Now time to head home.

—— back to y/n’s POV

I was sitting at the kitchen island, eating lunch with the twins when Joe got home.

When Tyson and Miles heard the garage door open and shut, they knew Daddy was home.

Soon, Joe came striding through the door from the garage with a smile on his face and multiple bags in his hands.

“Hey, baby.” - you grinned

“Hey.” - Joe

I puckered my lips and Joe rushed forward to kiss me, putting the bags down on the counter after.

“Okay, so I was kinda confused by your request, but I tried my best.” - Joe

“Let's see it.” - you smiled

“Okay so first I thought you meant you wanted pads that had wings so I got these.” - Joe

He whipped out a box of pads of the brand that I usually used, only a bigger size with the wings.

“Good job, babe!” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe

“Yup!” - you

“But I wondered also if you meant a regular box of pads and chicken wings. So I got you Wingstop and these.” - Joe

He pushed a box of wings toward me and reached into a shopping bag, eventually handing me a box of regular pads.

“Did I do okay?” - Joe

I looked up at him and smiled at the look of hopefulness in Joe’s eyes.

“You did perfectly. It’s a little TikTok trend that’s going around. Most guys just bought regular pads and wings, but you got the winged pads plus wings and regular pads. I'm proud of your hubby skills, Joe.” - you

Joe stepped back from the counter, and I laughed when he fist-pumped.

“You’re so goofy.” - you laughed

“I know, but that's what you love about me.” - Joe

“Yup.” - you grinned

He ended up sitting on the barstool next to me as I munched on my wings.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too, Mama.” - Joe

Joe slowly leaned in to kiss me, but before our lips touched, Tyson threw a potato chip at the back of his head.

My laugh matched Tyson’s as Joe lept up and grabbed him out of his seat.

Tyson’s giggles filled the house as Joe chased him around the kitchen.

“My life is never boring.” - you mumbled before taking a bite of a wing

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Authors note: Last fic of blurb night one! I'd love some feedback!!

Request for this fic;

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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harmonictechnicality · 8 months

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*no rest for the wicked*

my teensy contribution to @thefreakandthehair's spicy six summer collection 💖 | word count: 3k | rating: T | ao3 link | also, this wouldn't exist if @chocoarts didn't send me a sketch that immediately set off sparklers in my brain so bless youuu ✨

Twenty-six hours. That’s how long Eddie has been up. Twenty-six hours and twelve minutes. The heaviness hanging in his eyes is medieval-level torturous, and the cramp in his left calf is probably permanent by now.

A sane person who enjoys sleeping might be asking, ‘Why? Why put yourself through this when there’s a perfectly decent bed down the hall?’ And Eddie would be forced to reply back with two, simple words:

Concert. Tickets.

That’s right, Eddie is actively murdering his own brain cells to win two vip tickets on the radio. Twenty-seven hours ago, it seemed like a grand idea. Genius, even. It’s free and minimal effort - he just has to call the station every hour on the dot. No biggie, right?

Ha, sure. Tell that to the muscles in his eyelids.

“How much longer do you have?” Chrissy asks, snagging a magazine from the stack on the couch.

Eddie checks his watch. Huffs out a laugh. “Let’s just say, I could watch the entire Star Wars trilogy including the credits for each one.”

“Translating to...?”

“Seven-ish hours.” Robin quickly chimes. She pops out of her bedroom and joins Chrissy’s side, instantly threading their hands together. They share a look, one that makes Eddie believe in nice things, even in his state of misery. It’s their superpower, injecting their optimistic outlook into the atmosphere. Infectious in the best way.

“I always forget that you speak fluent nerd.” Chrissy snorts.

“Ouch.” Robin gasps and pulls away, stomping off to their room. Too dramatic to be believable. “Get back to bed before I actually feel offended by that.”

Normally, Eddie is charmed by how hopelessly in love his roommates are with each other. But right now, they are his mortal enemies (well, tied with The Clock), because they get to sleep and he gets to stare at the lightbulb in the ceiling fan. Every now and then, it flickers, which never fails to startle him.

Good. He desperately needs the extra alertness.

Another forty-five minutes go by before anything noteworthy happens. Eddie’s other roommate gets off his night shift around one in the morning. The front door squeals as it opens, crackling all the adrenaline leftover in Eddie’s body.

“Scared the shit out of me, man.” Which could’ve been a literal statement if Eddie hadn’t just taken a bathroom break.

“Gotta get this door fixed.” Steve says. That’s what he always says when it creaks. The reaction never changes, always skating his fingers over the door hinges, mouth twisting to the side. Hands on his hips in disapproval. Eddie has to look away before Steve breaks out his insufferably cute ‘foot tap’ routine. “Hey - why are you still up?”

Ah, yes. Just what Eddie needed. A reminder that it’s fucking late. He finds the energy (or common decency, who knows) to point at the phone. Then to the radio.

“You’re still doing that, huh?”

Eddie nods twice.

“Damn, I’ve never heard you this quiet.” Steve sounds genuinely surprised. A little too smug for Eddie’s liking. “Didn’t know your mouth could stay in a straight line for this long.”

There it is. The rich boy smartassery that will never die. Always lurking in the depths of his genetic makeup.

Eddie claps, total deadpan.

The conversation lulls while Steve messes around in the kitchen for a bit. He’s noisily opening cabinets and clanking dishes around in the sink. Eventually, he walks back into the living room with two beers.

Both for him apparently. “Well, listen,” he starts out. Kicks his feet up on the coffee table. “I’m pretty wired after work, so if you need some company-”

“Six… hours… left.” Eddie musters out.

“Okay well, I doubt I’ll last that long. But I can give it a shot.”

Eddie smirks, raises both eyebrows. “There’s a dirty joke somewhere in there. Too tired to find it though.”

“Good to know the horny part of your mind is still awake.” Steve gives Eddie a small pat on the head.

“Oh? That’s a good thing?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

“I’m asking you.” It’s too direct, Eddie hears it. And now it’s just Out There - his inability to flirt in a subtle way. And yeah, he could blame it on sleep deprivation, but he’s never been known for his mastery of ambiguity so…

The pause goes on long enough for the light to flicker again, the room growing darker with it. Steve takes a swig of his drink and smiles. “It’s good to know, Ed.”

The light flickers even darker.

Eddie is fully awake after that. Which could’ve been part of Steve’s plan - stimulate his brain with flirty comments and keep him up with those melty smiles. It’s no secret that Eddie turns into a hair-twirling loser around this guy.

Even after living together for a year and seeing one another’s most disgusting habits, he still feels this way. Tight throat, stomach flips. Purely smitten in a way that would nauseate deadbeat poets.

In this moment, however, it’s a wonderful remedy to staying awake throughout the rest of the night. Much more effective than energy drinks and Tootsie Rolls.

Steve ends up on the floor, leaning against the edge of the couch. He sips another beer, recounting some bullshit that happened during his shift at the hotel. Eddie does his best impression of Listening to Steve’s stories, but the words are just buzzing around the glow of Steve’s hair and the shine on his lips. Nodding at seemingly appropriate times is all Eddie currently can offer.

“Sleeping with your eyes open, Munson?”

Eddie blinks hard. “Huh?”

“Creepy, but impressive.” Steve laughs, tapping his hand against Eddie’s leg. “You should add that to the Special Skills column on your resumé.”

“Bold of you to assume I have a resumé.”

They spend the next hour doing just that - adding useless skills to Eddie’s nonexistent resumé. It keeps them busy. Content. Steve smacks Eddie’s knee anytime he laughs, leaves his hand longer every time. Maybe that’s all in Eddie’s semi-dormant mind, especially since Steve shows casual affection to all of his friends. But the warmth of his palm is real enough to have Eddie fully committed to making Steve laugh as much as possible.

“What about… Expert Paper Clip Chain-Maker?” Steve suggests.

Eddie stares at the chain in his hand, the one he was oblivious to creating. He whips it around like a lasso and then shrugs. “A bit wordy.”

“So you’re saying length matters?”

“Christ on toast, Harrington. You’re awfully quick to jump to that conclusion, aren’t you?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just starts laughing again. Eddie didn’t even need to tell a shitty joke this time.

And when Steve’s hand hits his knee, sliding slightly up his thigh, Eddie laughs along with him. It’s the only way to cover up the heat rushing to his face.

Eddie enters the realm of delirium with three hours left in his challenge. He slumps onto the floor next to Steve, nudging his shoulder, staring into his sleep-heavy eyes. It’s four in the morning, inhibitions be damned.

“Do you think if you ever visit Europe, they’d call you Harring-metric-ton?” Eddie picks a piece of lint off Steve’s sleeve. Perfect excuse to reach out, move in closer.

Steve groans. “Yikes. But yes, that question keeps me up at night.”

“So that’s why you’re still awake. See, I knew it wasn’t because of my silly little concert tickets.”

As soon as the words leave his lips, Eddie convinces himself that it’s the truth. Which is so dumb, so stupid. But this seed of insecurity keeps him going, fully projecting his assumptions onto Steve’s harmless comment. Somewhere deep down, buried underneath his exhaustion, Eddie knows it was a joke. But he can’t seem to shut up anymore.

“The riddle has been solved, folks! We finally know why Stevie here is still awake.” Eddie exclaims, flinging his arms out to the side. “Alert Scooby and the gang at once! Mystery Incorporated can finally pack up their magnifying glasses and pursue careers with better health insurance. Ones that covers vision costs this time. It’s what dear, ol' Velma deser-”

“Eddie.” Steve places a hand on Eddie’s arm, holding him still. Was he moving? Oh god, was he shaking?

Fucking mortifying.

Steve’s thumb swipes across Eddie’s skin, tracing diagonal lines back and forth. “You’re rambling.”

“And you’re…” Eddie loses focus. He looks down at the hypnotic patterns that Steve is making. “There. Doing that.”

Steve stops briefly to flip Eddie’s hand over, starts tracing the lines in his palm instead. The pressure makes Eddie’s heart lurch up into his throat. He can feel it thumping in his neck, faster with every stroke of Steve’s fingers. All he wants to do is close his hand around them, keep Steve there for the rest of the night. Longer if he’d let him.

“I can stop if it’s weird.” Steve’s voice is so much quieter than it was earlier.

Don’t stop. Eddie thinks. Can’t say it like that because gross. Humiliating and gross. “It’s not weird.”

Steve keeps his focus on the motion, Eddie does the same. They stay like this for a while, just watching. Intently staring over the invisible lines like pages in a novel. Eddie is pretty sure he’s breathing too loud, can hear it above the whistle in the air conditioner. Wonders if Steve can hear it too.

Probably.

“That’s not why I’m staying awake.” Steve says, never breaking the pattern.

“No?”

“It’s who I’m staying awake for.”

Steve finally stops, right in the center of Eddie’s hand. The air in the room goes dense, weighted with acknowledgment. Something has changed and Eddie can feel it everywhere.

He tilts forward, pulling his gaze away from his hand and up at Steve’s lips. If he weren’t stuck between half-awake and total-delirium, Eddie would just do it. Kiss Steve the way he’s always wanted to. Syrupy slow and deep. Savoring every second.

He could do it right now, right this second. But his focus starts drifting as he closes his eyes. “Did Chrissy tell you?” Eddie grumbles, almost unintelligible.

“Tell me what?”

Eddie’s head falls, landing somewhere on Steve’s chest. He inhales the scent of laundry detergent (because Steve and Chrissy are the only avid laundry-doers in the apartment). It’s so soothing, drawing him further into a dreamlike place.

“Tell me what, Ed?”

“That I…” Eddie is nearly asleep before he can finish the thought. The confession:

‘That I’m crazy about you.’

Sunlight hits Eddie first, startles him so much that he jolts upward. Fully awake. It takes a few seconds of furiously rubbing his eyes before the dread kicks in.

Morning.

It’s morning.

“Shit.”

Eddie fell asleep.

Steve fell asleep.

“Shitshitshit. So many shits!” He fumbles through the labyrinth of blankets and pillows around him, snatching his watch from the coffee table:

10:24 a.m.

“Goddamnit!”

Eddie sinks back down to the floor, clutching the phone that serves him no purpose anymore. All of those hours of waiting and calling for nothing. Even if general admission wasn’t already sold out, it’s not like Eddie could afford tickets on his own. He can barely keep up with his share of the rent. Chrissy had to cover for his grocery run last week and he still hasn’t paid her back.

It’s just so expected too - for him to fuck up like this. Always letting opportunities slip through the cracks, making careless mistakes. No one will be surprised that he failed at such a simple task like calling a fucking radio station.

Eddie sets the phone back on the table and cleans up the living room in a daze. Every now and then, he mutters under his breath about being a total moron. He stays relatively quiet for the most part though. No use in throwing a bitchfest while Steve is blissfully conked out three feet away.

Of course he looks good sleeping too, even in the midst of Eddie’s breakdown. Unfair.

Just before heading back to his room, Eddie hears that familiar door creak. Same one that always sets off Steve’s inner handyman tendencies.

He looks back to see Chrissy padding towards him with a blanket wrapped around her. For someone who hasn’t had their mood-altering cup of coffee yet, she looks extremely pleased to see him. Maybe she knows about the fate of the concert tickets. Maybe this is an early-risers pity party.

Fucking yay.

“Chris, please don’t try to-”

His words are muffled by Chrissy throwing her arms (and blanket cape) around him. She’s so bouncy, the way she always gets with Robin whenever their favorite song comes on at the karaoke bar. He pats her on the back and clears his throat, still trying to piece together what this exchange could be about. However, Eddie is functioning on a few hours of sleep, so his cognitive skills are groggy at best.

She gives him one more squeeze and then looks up, positively gleaming. “I knew it! I knew it would finally happen!”

“That I’d screw up for the umpteenth time in my life? Gee thanks, Chris.” Eddie says.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and Steve!” She whisper-yells back.

Was she snooping on them last night? He wouldn’t put it past her, snoopiness is the foundation of their friendship. Well, whatever Chrissy thought she saw, she’s wrong. Sure, Steve and Eddie flirted, both letting some potentially mutual feelings slip out.

But it was all cut short by Eddie passing out mid-flirt. God knows how Steve took that reaction. Probably assumed Eddie was so bored that he would rather sleep than makeout with him. Or worse, that Eddie was pretending to sleep to let him down easy.

Christ, he doesn’t wanna think about that right now. Not while he’s still mourning the loss of his precious tickets.

“Hate to break it to you, honeyjam, but nothing happened.” Eddie shakes his head, gesturing to Steve who hasn’t budged from the recliner. “It’s just me over here and Steve over there. No conjunction connecting us together in that way.”

He can already tell Chrissy isn’t buying it. She’s getting that little forehead wrinkle right above her eyebrows, just like an angry cartoon character. Her best attempt at intimidation. “You didn’t see what I saw.”

“Gay desperation?”

“No, you jackass. Come here!”

Chrissy yanks Eddie into his bedroom, demanding for him to lock the door. He listens, mainly because the intimidation is starting to work a little. They sit at the edge of the bed and she begins to explain everything she saw:

Steve constructing a wall of blankets and pillows around Eddie to ensure he slept comfortably. Steve waiting by the phone, tapping his foot in that insufferably cute way that Eddie loves so much. Steve scoring the tickets, celebrating quietly to himself.

“How long were you standing at the door, weirdo?” Eddie teases her to avoid the way his stomach is twisting around her words.

Chrissy shushes him and squeals. “And he kissed your cheek!”

“Liar.”

“He did, I swear! He kissed you on the cheek or the chin or the nose. I don't know which one for sure because my view was obstructed by all of your hair.”

Eddie instinctively combs his fingers through a few strands, undoing the knotted pieces. Not all of them, but enough to keep his hands busy while he thinks through this. Processing. “And you’re sure it wasn’t a dream?”

“Positive.”

“What about a hallucination? Didn’t Byers make a batch of those infamous brownies again?”

Chrissy gives a deep sigh. “Whatever. You’re hopeless.” She shrugs the blanket back over her arms and heads toward the door. More than a fair assessment, Eddie can’t argue even if he wanted to (he always does).

He stares at the line of posters along his wall, letting Chrissy’s words replay over and over. Imagining what it might have felt like. If Steve’s breath was warm or if his lips were soft. Eddie wonders how it looked to have Steve dipping down to his level. Staying so quiet, so careful not to disturb him. The visuals swarm his head until there’s nothing left but Steve.

Him and Steve. Connecting them together in that way after all.

So, Eddie gets up and walks back into the living room. He takes in the view of Steve curled up in the recliner, mouth slightly parted open. Chest falling with every sniffle, not quite a snore.

There’s so many emotions while looking at him. Eddie can’t just pin one down to fully comprehend what's going on. All he can do is repeat the scene that’s occupying his mind, settling in his bones.

“Here,” he whispers, placing another blanket across Steve’s lap. It’s feathery gentle, more than he intends for it to be. So gentle that Steve doesn’t shift or stir.

Eddie takes a deep breath and bends down, close enough to notice all the little details. The ones he’s been too sheepish to indulge in before last night.

The tiny hairs on Steve’s forearm. The creases in his t-shirt. The bit of dried toothpaste on his chin. None of it should make his cheeks feel this flushed, but they do.

He lets the rush of bravery wash through him as he kisses Steve on the tip of his nose. Just the way Steve must’ve done to him. It’s swift, lighter than he means for it to be. Barely touching. But it’s enough to switch his heart rate up a few notches, pulsing jumping in his wrist.

Eddie steps away, waiting to see if Steve wakes up. Not entirely sure if he wants that or if he’d rather keep this memory to himself.

“Thanks… by the way.” Eddie adds, brushing the tips of his fingers over Steve’s hand. Wishing he could trace the lines in his palm. Rewind back to last night and pause it there indefinitely. “I’ll tell you again when you’re up, but yeah.”

“Thank you, Steve Harrington.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #slight buckingham because I said so #lexssummerfanworkschallenge #biggest of shoutouts to lex for giving us this space to create and share together!!!#is the sleep depravation making Eddie good at flirting???#or is it all in his overactive imagination???#the world may never know #also Eddie is wearing one of Robin's shirts bc he never does laundry #that's not relevant - it's just a brainworm that he ironically wears her marching band tees #okay okay pls enjoy 💖#(and pretend I'm in a timezone where it's still August pls)

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satansapostle6 · 4 months

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Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Violence. Almost smut. Choking. Semi-public. Knee riding.

“The Angel From My Nightmare”

“10 Things I Hate About You”

“Alright, go have fun. Come get me if you need something,” Sara told her younger brother.

“Do you have to stay?” Connor complained as she and Lauren sat at a table.

“Sorry, kiddo. We gotta have fun too,” she teased. “Go. Have fun. We’ll be all the way over here, you won’t even know we’re here.”

That turned out to be completely wrong.

“It’s super crowded in here… Even Heather Hills and her friends are here tonight,” Lauren observed.

“Ew. She puts the ‘bully’ in bulimic,” Sara muttered.

“Yeah, even I’m not that far in denial,” Lauren agreed, turning as everyone noticed a loud feedback coming off of the DJ’s microphone.

The music stopped, and no one knew what was happening.

“Alright, enough of that,” Rodrick Heffley’s voice blasted over the speakers, replacing the music that had been playing.

Everyone at the roller rink stopped to see that he and the rest of the band had set up near the DJ booth, completely hijacking the music.

“Oh my God,” Lauren whispered, looking to Sara. “Did you know about this?”

“No,” Sara hissed, looking at Rodrick in horror.

“We are Löded Diper, and we’re here to blow your minds,” Bill joined in.

“Oh my fucking God,” Sara murmured, trying her best to blend into the crowd as she scooted as far down the bench as possible.

But she quickly found that anonymity definitely wouldn’t be in the cards for her tonight.

“I’m Rodrick. Rodrick Heffley,” a shaky voice breathed into the mic.

“Hurry up!” someone’s dad yelled, more irritated about not hearing music than the whole music hijacking situation.

“Alright, uh… I’m here to sing one song. It’s a very special song, that goes out to a very special girl. Sara? Sara Walter?” Rodrick desperately searched the crowd for her.

He eventually found her, staring right at her as everyone in the roomed stared, including Heather Hills and the other ‘popular’ girls. Sara’s eyes widened with rage as her little brother and his friends all stared in her direction.

“Sara,” Rodrick stared, his eyes full of fear. “I… I’m sorry. You’re the prettiest, smartest girl in the world.”

Sara’s face went pale as she slowly turned to Lauren with all eyes on her.

“What the fuck?” she mouthed silently.

It seemed no one had anything to offer.

“Sara, I know you’re probably mad at me, and you probably should be. You’re beautiful, and you’re kind, and I don’t deserve you,” he blurted out as everyone watched.

Heather and her friends were now whispering and pointing in disgust.

“Listen, Sara, I get it if you never wanna talk to me again… But I really, really like you,” Rodrick announced in front of the entire building.

“Get on with it already!” another impatient onlooker shouted.

“Right, yeah, here goes,” he continued, rambling as he signaled to the band to start playing. “This song is for you, Sara Walter.”

Bill waved to her excitedly, completely unable to read the room as he tried to make the situation less intense. She watched, completely frozen as the band started playing. It was a bit rocky in the first few seconds, but then, she immediately recognized the song after the first few chords.

Struck by the effort that went into coordinating the entire thing, Sara could hardly control her racing thoughts. She didn’t know whether to be angry at Rodrick for the spectacle, or charmed by the gesture, or creeped out by the entire thing.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you…” the sixteen year old boy sang shakily in front of the crowd, his vocals questionable at best.

“'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now,”

Some people in the room, namely Heather’s group, laughed and whispered as Rodrick took the stage. Eventually, the teasing throughout the room got to be brutal, but he still persisted, trying his best not to break.

“God, he’s an idiot, but I still feel kinda bad,” Sara murmured.

“Sara. I’m gonna be completely honest with you,” Lauren raised an eyebrow. “You need to go kiss that boy right now.”

“Seriously? I’m just gonna run back into his arms because he made a fool of himself for me?” she reasoned. “That’s his whole brand!”

“Sara,” Lauren reminded her, her approach stern but caring. “Would Jake Anderson ever have performed your favorite slow song for you in a room full of people, even if his singing was pretty dog shit?”

Sara sat in silence for a moment as everyone still looked over at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“What about Tyler Hayden? Or Lenwood Heath?”

“Okay, I get your point,” Sara said softly.

“I haven��t seen anybody give this much of a fuck for you since you were with Nadine,” Lauren admitted. “And you know how much I liked you guys.”

“Yeah,” Sara thought, considering her options.

“I think he really means what he says. Even if he’s fucking stupid,” Lauren told her.

Sara just sighed, looking up at Rodrick on the platform as he sang for her, never taking his eyes off her even once. It was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am,”

He sang like his life depended on it, which it kind of did. As much as Sara hated to admit it, she saw a look of genuine regret in his eyes that day. All she could think about was how much she really did like Rodrick, all the way until the end of the song.

It ended and a complete silence washed over the room, as just about everyone just stood around waiting for a resolution. Even security had been waiting until the spectacle was over to intervene. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was the first time that yielded any interesting results.

Of course, Heather and her friends wouldn’t stop whispering, but Rodrick refused to pay them any mind. He cleared his throat as the song ended, staring out at Sara with a sad, dopey look in his eyes as he prayed she’d forgive him.

“Fuck it,” Sara muttered to herself, walking out onto the rink.

She marched up to the platform looking both angry and confused. Rodrick didn’t know what to expect, and slowly stepped down in shock. He stood right in front of her, walking up to her as he waited for her to react to him in some way.

“I’m sorry,” he started to apologize, “I didn’t know how to make it up to you—”

“I don’t care,” she said finally, a resolve in her eyes.

“What does that mean?” Rodrick asked, ignoring the girls who were pointing and making fun.

“That means, fuck it, Rodrick Heffley, I’m really starting to like you too.”

Rodrick’s grunt of surprise was muffled into a spontaneous kiss as Sara jumped into his arms, which was met with a mostly positive reaction from their audience. He was hesitant at first, slowly warming up to her again as he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her lips like he’d never get the chance to again.

After a moment, they remembered where they were, and Rodrick awkwardly set her down on the ground with reluctance. He looked up and down nervously, not sure what to say now.

“Can we go?” Sara asked, uncomfortable as she looked around.

“Yes,” he nodded automatically, willing to comply to her every whim, “Yes. We can.”

After being kicked out of the roller rink, again, Rodrick and the rest of the band walked out to the parking lot, reviewing their performance that night.

“You know, I know we’re metal and all, but that was fucking beautiful,” Ben seemed to be teary-eyes.

Rodrick and Sara stepped outside for a moment, as she leaned against the wall in silence, trying to think. Knowing what might comfort her, Rodrick pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opening it as he offered it to her. Nodding appreciatively at the gesture, Sara took one and held it in her mouth as he lit it for her.

“I’m sorry,” Rodrick blurted out finally, a pained but far away expression on his face, “I, uh… I didn’t know how else to show you I meant what I said. That I really, really like you.

“It’s okay,” Sara sighed, just hoping to move on from the issue, “I understand. Really. We all backtrack. I’m over it.”

“No, really. I don’t want you to think I made a scene just to distract from the way I acted,” he said slowly. “I really meant what I said—”

“Rodrick,” she said, eyes wide open, “It’s fine. It’s done. I’m over it.”

“No, I owe you an explanation,” he sighed, “I… I’ve just never had a real girlfriend before…”

“Dude, this isn’t exactly breaking news,” she looked at him with dead eyes.

“Okay, can you just not be a total fucking asshole for like one second?” Rodrick demanded with laughter.

“Okay, fine,” she threw her hands up in surrender, “I’m listening.”

The look on her face was less than convincing.

“You’re a bitch,” Rodrick laughed, no longer able to take himself seriously, “You’re a fucking bitch,” he pointed at her, his finger less than an inch from her face.

“Oh yeah?” she teased with a light chuckle, cigarette butt dropped to the ground and forgotten.

“Yeah.”

He stood in front of her, trying to remain serious as he leaned against the wall, his hand resting just above her head.

“You’re a fucking bitch,” he repeated playfully, trying to perfect his more serious demeanor.

“Am I a bitch, or are you just a little bitch?” Sara proposed, intentionally provoking him.

“No. You’re just a bitch,” he promised her.

Neither were sure exactly how it happened, but as he got in her face and challenged her, he attempted to jokingly pin her to the wall. At first, this entailed his arm resting on her chest, but then suddenly turned into something else entirely.

Rodrick didn’t intend it at all, but suddenly, the both of them found his hand slipped as he held her by the throat, still grinning.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he told her, before coming to and realizing that he was actually choking her.

First, his eyes fluttered as he realized the mistake he’d made, but once he saw he’d reaction, he felt himself giving into it.

“Fuck,” he moaned out loud, his finger pads pressing on her pressure points harder.

She softly sighed in excitement, the contact with the pressure points heightening the experience even more. Rodrick looked at her with pleading eyes as he choked her, admiring her gratuitously.

He leaned in to kiss her, groaning into her mouth as he pressed her against the wall with his large hand wrapped around her neck. She reacted by pulling him in by the collar, making him feel something even more euphoric. She deepens the kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth as he slowly moved his leg up her body, not stopping until his knee trailed down to her center.

For just a moment, he stopped kissing Sara, huffing softly into the warm skin of her neck.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna see you fuck my knee right now?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “And it’s hot.”

He chuckled happily as he sucked on her neck, roughly biting and sucking. He pushed his knee against her, practically fucking her with it against the wall behind the roller rink. She quietly groaned in frustration as she tried to align herself perfectly on his knee.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he gasped, eyes closed as he kissed all over her neck. “I hope you know you could ask me for anything. I’d do anything for you, or to you.”

“You’re so sexy,” Sara whined.

“I’m serious. If you wanted me to, I’d eat it from the back, and enjoy it,” he said completely deadpan. “All I wanna do is take you home and lay you down and make you come any way I know how.”

“We should probably stop this,” Sara thought intuitively, “Before this wall ends up pregnant.”

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you. And not cuz I think you’re hot,” Rodrick stated. “Honestly. I just see you and I wanna give you everything.”

“You already have,” she confessed, never having seen anyone so willing to risk things for her.

A/N: not sure if this is good, wrote it after doing a line

#rodrick heffley #rodrick rules #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick x y/n #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk rodrick #doawk #rodrick smut #rodrick heffley smut

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escelia · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Here's part 3 (or chapter 4) of my fic Not So Normal. After this installment, I'm planning on uploading the series to ao3 as well as Tumblr so stay tuned for that link to drop!

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterpost

Not So Normal pt3

TW: vague, brief descriptions/mentions of violence, vivisection, and panic attacks

It had been a total accident. His parents were supposed to be halfway to a science convention by then. When Danny floated through the floor and into the kitchen he hadn't expected his mothe- he hadn't expected Maddie to be there. He should have expected the gun in his face a moment later, but definitely not the hole she'd put in his chest before he'd even gotten a word out. It happened so fast. The shouting and shooting, the thermos…

He'd come to on the exam table in the lab, wrists bound, bright light in his face. He could barely make out the figures just beyond it, though he knew exactly who they were. He'd begged and screamed and cried, anything to get them to listen. Jack had gotten Maddie to take a breath and listen for a moment as Danny tried to get it through to them that he was their son!

"I'm Danny, it's me! I'm still me! Please, mom, you've gotta believe me!"

They believed him. He never thought that would make it worse. They became curious in a way they weren't before. Less angry about the dastardly spook they thought had been impersonating their son and more eager to tear into the science experiment they believed legally belonged to them. They called him an abomination that was no longer human and gripped their scalpels with cruel excitement on their faces. He remembered screaming for hours.

Only Clockwork would be able to say how long he'd been like that. All Danny had known was that he was tired and weak, his throat was dry and his entire body ached. He'd been in human form for the whole thing, and though it was much more painful that way, it kept them from getting to his core. He would only ever be grateful for that.

Eventually it was Jazz that had released him. Jack and Maddie had stepped out for dinner believing his restraints would hold his weakened body. They'd been right, he couldn't have escaped on his own, but Jazz had snuck down to the basement right after they'd left and shoved him through the portal, telling him not to come back, it wasn't safe, but to contact her when he knew he was okay. She'd locked the portal's blast door behind him. There, drifting in the vast green of the Realms, he cried and cried until he felt himself fall through a natural portal.

He'd dropped into a dirty alley with a painful thud and couldn't suppress the cry of pain as rocks and dirt pressed into his wounds.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" He'd heard a man call. Gentle but firm hands helped him sit up, his own hands busy keeping his chest closed and smearing the blood and dirt that already covered him. The man gasped in horror as Danny begged for help.

Turns out the man that found him was none other than Bruce Wayne. He was alright as far as billionaires went; far more sane than Vlad at the very least. When Bruce asked what happened all he could get out was that his parents hurt him and he never wanted to go back there. Bruce had decided then and there that he would keep Danny. They'd taken pictures of the damage for court, thinking they would need to build a solid case since Danny was healing up well. He even called in a few favors with his lawyers. The Fentons, though, oh they helped plenty.

"Dr's Fenton, how do you plead?"

"Guilty! That thing is a monster! It belongs to us! That's our experiment! It's fooled you all! You'll see, just wait!"

Several of the officers around the courtroom had to restrain them as Maddie screamed and flailed. Jack was fuming. But much more docile than his wife. The pictures and testimonies had been enough to prove them guilty of child abuse and neglect, but their outburst all but sealed their fate as unsuitable parents. That day, Danny found a new place to call home, and a new family he was ready to die for.

~~•○•~~

Today was the day! Er- night! Tonight was the night! Danny was finally going out on patrol with the bat clan officially. After the events at the warehouse and his family finally learning about his past as Fenton and Phantom, Bruce has asked Danny if he was interested in patrolling with them. Damian had vouched for Danny, doling out thinly veiled compliments about his fighting prowess. Bruce decidedly kept that info to himself. The enthusiasm with which Danny responded had Bruce regretting asking, but it was clear that Danny had been itching to get out there and fight some crime.

Due to his experience, he'd been paired with Nightwing for the night. Dick had cheered at finally getting some one on one time with Danny, pulling him in for the kind of suffocating hug only an older sibling could provide. They had an absolute blast that night. Dick would show off, doing fun, dangerous looking flips off of buildings before firing his grappling hook at the last minute. And Danny could keep up, even as he swung through the air. It made Dick cackle in delight. Quietly of course, they were very stealthy, thank you! (Dick had to be shushed over the coms several times, and Danny was able to keep his laughter to a quiet snicker.)

They'd been on a roll with Danny being able to cover so much ground from so high up. In just the first few hours they'd stopped at least three muggings, recovered a stolen car, and prevented a bank robbery before it had even begun. Hearing his father commend him for a job well done over the coms made him glow with pride. He'd never had so much fun on patrol before. It made his core vibrate with glee.

"Danny, are you… purring?" Dick asked. He heard the others gasp over the coms.

"No! No, now way, I'm absolutely not purring! What gave you that idea?"

"He purrs?" Tim guffawed over the line, and Steph began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Absolutely not!"

"I've found he purrs when he's incredibly happy or content, just like a cat," Damian explained. He could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Aaawwwwwww! I'm happy spending time with you too, baby ghost!" Danny was smothered with another hug.

"Betrayed. By my baby brother! I cannot believe this."

"Settle down everyone! We're still on the clock," came the gruff, authoritative voice of Batman.

Sobering up from the moment, Danny and Dick went back to patrolling. It was starting to get quiet in their area, the others reporting incidents in their own sections of the city. It gave them time to grab a snack before something new popped up.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Nightwing began, taking a bite of his granola bar.

"I am," Danny replied. His snack of choice was a pack of fruit snacks. "Patrolling in my old haunt was exhausting. It was just me and my two friends out there most nights. Fight after fight after fight… I have a sense that lets me detect the presence of other ghosts, and it seemed to go off nonstop there. I was lucky if I got eight hours of sleep in a week, let alone a night." He paused to pop a few snacks in his mouth. Dick was quietly attentive, munching on his granola bar.

"Here, I know I've got someone to watch my back. And it helps that humans are much easier to handle non-violently than ghosts."

"I'm glad you like it here, Phantom," Nightwing said with a smile, using his codename. Danny smiled back, getting ready to toss a few fruit snacks into his mouth but stopping short when a chill unfurled on his chest. He gasped, dropping his snacks. Seemed like their break was over.

"What's wrong?" Nightwing asked alert now, eyes flicking around the area to perceive the threat.

"Get behind me."

"What?"

"Just do it! You're not equipped to fight ghosts!"

At the word ghost, the coms erupted in chaos. Danny shouted at them to stay clear, he could handle it just fine, it was probably a small fry anyways. Dick followed his directions, getting behind Danny but not cowering. No, his big brother was covering his back. Sure enough, about a minute later, three large glowing vultures rose over the edge of the rooftop.

"Awe great, it's the birds with the hats! What do you want?"

"Good evening to you, too, King Phantom," one of them snickered. Danny just scowled.

"Plasmius sent us to, and I quote, 'knock some sense inta ya.'" another one said, making air quotations with the tips of his wings.

"I'll have you know I've got a thermos here with your names on it and no access to a portal. How does an extended stay in Soupland sound?" Danny waved his thermos threateningly at them, a sarcastic smile on his face.

"How does taking your little friend here hostage sound?" The last one threatened, perching his claws on Dick's shoulders. Faster than Dick could blink, Danny had spun around, ice shooting out to freeze the two other two birds, thermos pointed like a gun, while clawed fingers wrapped around the third one's neck. The bird squawked in fear.

Frost swirled dangerously around his aura, and Dick swallowed nervously in the face of its intensity. Danny's eyes were glowing a furious, toxic green, and even though the glare wasn't directed at him, he could feel its anger. Dick had seen him like this at the warehouse, sure. But now, this close, Dick truly understood the sheer power that Danny possessed, the majesty that was this eldritch creature in front of him. Somehow, all he felt in his presence was safe.

Danny growled at the ghost clutching at Nightwing, squeezing until the talons loosened.

"Why did Vlad send you?" He questioned. Absently, Dick thought he reminded him of Bruce in interrogation mode.

"He's mad some other guy adopted you or something, the same usual psycho spiel!"

"What's he planning!"

"I don't know! He was going on about how you're supposed to be his son and was throwing things. He wanted us to come rough up you and your new family. He's real mad, but that's all we know, I swear!"

It was silent for a moment while Danny absorbed the information. He regarded the vulture with cold eyes but didn't release him. He should have known Vlad would try something like this. His adoption wasn't super public but it wasn't like it was a secret either, so he'd been bound to find out. Most ghosts respected him too much as King now to threaten anyone Danny considered family, but Vlad always had his ways. He'd have to take care of it without getting the others involved.

Making up his mind, he hit the button on his thermos, sucking up the frozen ghosts and the ice along with it before swinging it around and shoving the end on the last one's beak, trapping him too. Dick sagged in relief once they were gone and Danny made a fuss about checking his shoulders to make sure he wasn't injured.

"Phantom, what was that about!" Bruce's voice was strained over the coms, likely because he didn't know what to do or how to help. Damn, Danny had forgotten that the others could hear them. At the time it had been a brilliant idea; Danny infusing the coms with ectoplasm meant that not only could Danny use them without causing interference, but they were now some of the most secure lines of communication on earth. There went his plan to keep his family out of it.

"Just some unfinished business," Danny replied, trying to sound unbothered. "The hostiles have been apprehended, and there are no injuries. We're good to continue patrolling."

Dick eyed him skeptically.

"Absolutely not. Turn in for the night you two, we'll debrief at the end of patrol," was Batman's stern order.

"No way, more are bound to show up-"

"Which is why you'll need to teach us how to fight them. We'll need you level headed for that, Phantom. Head back to the cave. We'll talk later."

Danny pouted. He could be level headed and still finish patrol! He could! At least that's what he told himself while he clenched his fists to stop them from shaking. Dick put a comforting hand on his shoulder. It was cold.

"Why don't we have Agent A make us some hot chocolate and we'll tuck in for a movie while we wait for the others," he suggested. The ghost searched his brother's face, seeing concern even underneath his domino.

"Fine," Danny conceded. "But I get to pick the movie."

By the time the others had gotten back to the manor Danny was curled up on the couch, chilly toes tucked underneath his brother's thigh and hands curled around a warm mug while the credits for James Cameron's Avatar rolled on the TV. Damian reached over the back of the couch and gave Danny's shoulder a squeeze, pulling him from his post hot coco daze. They had a meeting to get started.

~~•○•~~

As everyone settled around the meeting table in the cave, Damian made a beeline to the seat next to Danny. He would never admit to anyone that he'd been jealous that Danny had been sent out with Richard. Logically, he knew there was no real reason for Brother to come with Father and himself. He wasn't getting dethroned as Robin, and he had enough experience that Father could trust Danny out with a patrol partner. Still, he'd wanted to be there for his first experience patrolling as a member of the family. After the events of the evening, he wished even more he'd been there.

He'd heard of this Vlad before, and never in a good light, though he knew nothing more than that Danny did not like him. It was clear he'd been a source of great stress before he had come to them. Damian was frustrated that he couldn't be there to put their assailants in their place. It looked as though Danny had never mentioned Vlad to anyone else. Damian didn't know if he was proud or concerned by that. Instead of voicing his thoughts on the matter, he leaned in close to Danny's ear to whisper.

"Are you sure we're not blood related?" Damian asked with a smirk.

"What?" Danny whispered back, confused.

"When you were questioning the, what were they, birds? You sounded like Father." Danny turned to blink at him, trying to process the comment. "It is a compliment, Danny."

"Oh!"

"What are you two whispering about?" Tim asked from across the table. He'd leaned one hand onto the table with the other on his hip like an amused mother who'd caught her children conspiring.

"It's none of your concern, Drake." Danny chuckled and shrugged at him, miming zipping his lips shut.

"Alright, mission report, Phantom," Bruce interrupted, approaching the table and throwing a folder down. "What was tonight about?" Danny took a deep breath to keep himself calm.

"An old thorn in my side. The vulture ghosts were sent by a guy who used to bother me back in Amity Park. Had this crazy idea that if he killed my family, he could have me all to himself as some little heir to his evil empire. Seems he heard about my adoption."

Bruce frowned deep at that. So he was a threat to be concerned about. Good thing he'd done some research on ghost weapons then. He tapped the folder.

"If he'll be sending more ghosts to attack us, then we need to know how to fight them. I've taken the liberty of doing some research on weaponry. DalvCo is willing-"

"Absolutely not!" Danny stopped him short. Bruce barely stopped himself from groaning. It had been a long night, and now was not the time to be argumentative.

"We need weapons. This isn't up for discussion."

"That wasn't a request, Bruce. As High King of the Infinite Realms, I forbid my family from doing business with DalvCo and, subsequently, Vlad 'Plasmius' Masters, who owns it." Bruce's face contorted with understanding after his words. The others were quick to catch on. He heard Dick grumble about how the name wasn't even clever, and it made Danny smirk.

"Besides," Danny continued, a sly grin overtaking his face. His teeth were a little too sharp in his mouth. "I have a much better plan. Tim, how do you feel about mad science?"

Tim's eyes gleamed, and his grin, teeth less sharp and far more human, matched Danny's.

"You can build weapons?" Damian guessed next to him. Danny glowed with pride.

"Of course I can, I'm Daniel Fenton-Wayne, after all!"

~~•○•~~

Meanwhile, in Soupland

"I told you we shoulda just told him what was up, then got outta there."

"How was I supposed to know he was gonna ice you two?"

"Oh, please, the ice was tame. He souped us! He said he doesn't have access to a portal and he souped us!"

"That's what we get for threatening someone close to our King."

"Exactly, we shouldn'ta done that. We're too old for this!"

"I may be old, but I'm not deaf. Stop shouting in my ear, loud mouth!"

"Well, then get your wing outta my face, flabby feathers!"

"In case you haven't noticed, IT'S FROZEN!"

"We coulda been on a tropical southern island by now if it weren't for that Plasmius jerk pitting us against Phantom."

"Yeah!"

"Yeeaah!"

"We should work for the King from now on."

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cosmicjoke · 22 days

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Just adding this on, but this isn't an attempt on my part or an encouragement to harass these people, though I'm sure everyone reading this already knows that. Just a means of letting others know who's behind at least some of the harassment lately.

Alright, well, here comes the call-out post that I promised anon. Have fun with it, I guess. It's about to get long, folks. A group of @tsuki-no-ura followers, who's been obviously vague posting about me for months at this point, specifically targeting every topic I discuss on my blog by making counterarguments to it on their blog, even though I never directed any of my analysis posts or anything else at them, nor has anything I've ever written been in direct response to anything they've written, is certainly behind at least some of the harassment. And other than the times I've tried having conversations with tsuki in the past, when I used to follow them, and wanted to discuss their posts with them, which almost always went ignored, I haven't at all addressed them or made reference to them, either implied or specifically, in any of my analysis posts. I only made reference to them a few weeks back when I found out that they'd essentially said my defense of Levi's violence was tantamount to Nazism, which I wasn't going to let stand. That's the only time I've ever directly referenced them. And yet, every time I make an analysis post, a counterargument to it magically appears on their blog the same day or a few days later, something that was brought to my attention by a mutual of mine. I had no idea until a couple weeks ago that this was happening, because I stopped following them more than a year ago, and only just recently blocked them. But they're obviously stalking me. And, inevitably, every time they do this, a slew of anon hate messages get sent, both to me and various other blogs that I follow, or that follow me. This isn't a coincidence:

@clearavenuelover, @66honeybadgers, and I'm sure various other of their groupies, are the ones almost assuredly largely behind the anonymous attacks on Levi blogs over the last, several months. They start out with their passive-aggressive bullshit, and eventually, of course, it turns to outright hostility, because that's just who these people are. @clearavenuelover purposefully tagged me in one of tsuki's posts, and so obviously they're aware of their followers harassing other Levi fan blogs. This is the link to the post they tagged me and other Levi fan blogs in: https://www.tumblr.com/tsuki-no-ura/739123803956854784/okay-so-here-i-come-with-my-discourse-causing

And yet more evidence that these people all congregate in the same circles and circle-jerk each other over how they think they're "winning" some non-existent contest against me and other Levi fan blogs.

And look who liked this answer as soon as it was put up:

And here @66honeybadgers is again, name-dropping tsuki-no-ura while they continue to harass me:

And this is clearly the same douche-bag that asked me a few weeks back if I considered myself a "Levi expert", and has now, over the last two days, continued to harass me for daring to express my opinion about Levi on my own blog, dropping the "friendly" act and showing their outright hostility:

This is clear harassment from a very specific corner of the fandom, mainly, surprise, surprise, eruri shippers, or even just Erwin stans who want to make everything about him, and get angry at anyone who dares to express any different view from the ones they hold, to the point of actively seeking out and stalking our blogs, hate reading our posts, going into our inboxs and sending us anonymous hate messages, trying to cram their opinions down our throats and then getting upset when we don't listen or accept their views. And then they want to go around acting like they're all the victims. What a joke these people are. Anyway, I just thought I should make this post so that actual Levi fan blogs can know to avoid and block these assholes. I can't say if they're behind ALL of the harassment, but they're certainly behind some of it, and it's good to expose them because they're cowards, and once they've been exposed, they won't have the fucking balls to continue.

#call out post #harassment #anon hate #anon asks #you asked for it #so now you're gonna get it #have fun with your new-found fame #anon discourse #discourse #anon harassment #fandom discourse

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mikeysw1fey · 9 months

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this is a request linked here

pairing: mikey madison x female reader

warnings: fluff honestly and a sad mikey for a second.

a/n: l i stg mikey is the cutest human being to walk this earth. i would chop off my limb to hug her.

“Fuck you Amber, I’m not the fucking killer.” Sonia screams, the camera setting up perfectly beside her figure as she acts out her character, Liv. My face scrunches into a frown for my character, eyeing Liv’s bloody hands as Amber aka Mikey sighs. “I know.” She pulls out a gun and pulls the trigger before the directors call out the three letter word everyone was waiting for.

“Cut. Good day today guys. So happy with the work you all put into the scene. Head back to the hotel and rest cause we have a busy day tomorrow.” The directors shout from their seats off screen. I nod towards them and hurry off my tape marked spot and move towards Mikey who talks with Jenna.

“Hey.” I smile ghosting my hand over Mikeys lower back, her lips turning up in a smile as she tilts her head up at me. “Hi, you ready to go?” She asks. My heart melts as her eyes widen looking so innocent. “Yeah, let’s go. See ya tomorrow Jen.” I wave at the woman who raises her eyebrows suggestively and gestures between Mikey and I as Mikey turns away.

It was no secret that Mikey and I had a thing. We hadn’t labeled it exactly but I knew she was mine and I was hers. I mean the whole cast knew this and they were on our asses trying to get us to ask the question. And I will… eventually… when I get the courage. Of course it didn’t help that whenever I went onto instagram it would be edits of Mikey and I doing our interviews together.

“You tired?” I ask glancing down at the woman who shakes her as she stares back at me. “Not tired enough that I can’t hang out in your room for a while.” She replies as we arrive at the hotel.

“Alright but know if you fall asleep I’m not carrying you back to your room.” I laugh and nudge her side.

…….

The next morning I wake up to a weight on top of me. Rubbing my eyes, I glance down and smile at the sight of Mikeys head resting on my stomach, her arms wrapped around my waist as she sleeps. Obviously we had both fallen asleep the night before and Mikey hadn’t gone back to her room… not that I was complaining.

“Mikey, hey, we gotta get up now or we’ll be late.” I run my hands through her hair causing her to stir slightly. “Mm sometimes I hate this job.” She sighs burying her head further into my stomach. “Your tickling me.” I laugh squirming slightly under her hold. “Now come on lazy.” I chuckle gently pulling her up. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming.” She groans.

Two hours later and we had arrived at set together, ignoring the teasing from our cast mates as we headed to the makeup tent. Mikey was quiet, weirdly quiet, causing me to worry slightly as I gripped her hand tighter pulling her slightly closer to me.

“You ok?” I whisper placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. Mikey smiles at the action before nodding. “Yeah.” Her voice is slightly deflated and I frown but I can’t say anything as she quickly cups my cheek and walks away to her stylist.

…….

“Oooh Tara where are you? You can’t hide from me forever.” I coo menacingly, a malicious smirk stamped on my face as I stalk towards a prop wardrobe and stab my knife against the door hoping to impale anyone in there.

“Ok and cut. Nice work Jenna and Y/N. Take a minute and have some lunch before we continue.” The directors grin.

Just as I turn to Jenna to complain about having to wear the ghostface costume in this heat Jasmin runs up to me. “Mikey’s crying. Or like really close to it. You should probably come see.” Jasmins rather panicked, her forehead creased and eyebrows narrowed. My eyes widen at the news and I nod rushing towards where Jasmin points without so much as a bye.

I approach Mikeys trailer, her door slightly open as Melissa sits inside with Mikey, her hand on Mikeys back. “Hey look Y/Ns here.” Melissa grins and Mikeys head snaps up, eyes rather red and swollen. “No no, please go you can’t see me like this.” I freeze slightly unsure if she really wanted me to go or not.

Melissa stands up and gives me a look that says don’t you dare leave her before she walks out the trailer and closes the door behind her.

“Hey what’s wrong?” I whisper, crouching in front of Mikey who inhales deeply and shakes her head. “I hate that question.” She half laughs half sobs as she buries her head in her hands. I laugh gently before pulling her hands from her face. “Well can you answer it for me?” Mikey scrunches her nose. “I’m not sure what the answer is. I think I just got a little overwhelmed. It’s silly.” She sighs and looks away from me as tears fall down her cheeks.

“It’s not silly to feel overwhelmed. I know I feel overwhelmed all the time, it’s normal ok? It is silly though, to think I’m gonna think of you any differently seeing you like this.” I whisper moving to cup Mikeys cheeks, my thumbs wiping away the tears that sit there.

Mikey hums in agreement. “I feel so stupid though. I’m sorry you had to come here for nothing.” She smiles sadly glancing at the floor. My fingers find their way under her chin tilting it up so she can look at me. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I came because I wanted to make sure you were ok. Because I care about you. So much in fact that when your feeling better I want to ask you to be my girlfriend.” I grin feeling a blush fall on my cheeks as Mikeys eyes widen.

“It took you long enough. Well when I’m feeling better I will say yes.” She sniffs slightly. Silence encompasses us for a minute as we gaze at one another, her eyes drifting from my lips to my eyes mirroring my own actions.

“Funny, I think I’m feeling better now.” She whispers, her face moving closer to my own. I hum in acknowledgement and raise an eyebrow. “Yeah? I’m very happy for you.” I reply using the same soft tone. It’s Mikeys turn to hum in acknowledgment, her eyes lingering on my lips.

Leaning forward slightly my lips ghost over her own, both our breathing hitching slightly. “Hurry up.” She whispers which is all the encouragement I need as I press my lips against hers. She tastes salty from her tears but I don’t care as I pull her even closer, her small frame finding comfort on my thighs. Goosebumps erupt down my back as her hands run up and down my spine.

Pulling back I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips at Mikeys flushed face. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting that.” I breathe, my hands remaining locked behind her neck. Mikey chuckles and shakes her head. “I hope this is the kind of treatment I get every time I feel overwhelmed.” She sighs falling against my chest. I nod and close my eyes, finally feeling content and praying she can’t hear my heartbeat increase.

…….

Finally Mikey and I were official, the cast and crew congratulating us as we told them a few days after the incident. We intended to keep our relationship private from fans for now, but considering all the rumours surrounding the two of us anyway it didn’t change much. I didn’t care though. I was happy. Mikey was happy. And that’s all that really matters.

bonus:

“Mikey. Mikey. Y/Ns hurt. Come quick.” Jenna’s voice echoes through the set as she darts around trying to find Mikey.

“Oh shit, I’m coming.” Mikey drops her plate of food on the nearest surface and rushes after Jenna finding me splayed out on the floor in my ghostface outfit, my face sliced and dried blood littering my cheeks.

“Help, I’m in need of some special treatment.” I open one eye and smirk at Mikey who rolls her eyes, a smile adorning her perfect face.

“You scared me. That makeups looking too real oh my.” Mikey crouches down beside me placing a quick kiss on my lips. “Your an idiot, you know that?” She sighs watching the blush rush to my cheeks. I blink innocently. “But I’m your idiot.”

#scream5 #wlw post #lesbian #scream #jenna ortega #mikey madison #amber freeman #mikey x reader #mikey madison x female reader #jasmin savoy brown #sonia ammar

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theendofthematerialgworl · 4 months

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Inspired by this post:

Jason Todd joining a theater class.

He's in his Robin Era, he's gotta take an elective, he likes theater, he picks that.

He's discreet. He sits in the back and all, he doesn't talk much, but everything he turns in is a work of art. (much like in the linked post)

He figures out some way in which he doesn't have to actually perform unless he doesn't want to.

But but but

over time he gets comfortable

theater people are fucking loud and in your face and insane (i am a theater myself, i would know)

They do a monologue thing and he decides to actually do it

hes super fucking good

they end up doing group scenes

over time he gets more comfortable with them

because hey the manors kinda quiet (at this point, steph and tim and damian and duke aren't really around, it's really just him, bruce, and alfred, and that's great and all, but sometimes the crazy loudness makes him feel better because you best believe it was always super loud where he grew up (both crime alley and with his bio parents) and sometimes how quiet the manor is gets off-putting and weird)

eventually they do a play

or a musical or something

whatever role jason is he fucking slays and he's amazing because ofc he is

bruce is very happy to see his son smiling

alfred is very happy too, he's very proud

Bruce makes a sizable donation to the theater program at that school. he's just glad jason made actual fucking friends

#jason todd #dc #bruce wayne #batman #alfred pennyworth #robin #the second robin #robin 2 #robin 2.0 #red hood #jason todd x reader #theater

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cosmicpearlz · 1 year

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hidden truths

summary: who would have thought a childish game of 7 minutes in heaven would eventually bring you two together? (a classic enemies to lovers)

pairing: percy hynes white x reader

a/n: hi, thank you for showing so much love for the xavier fic! i’ve been working on this for a while and i’m finally happy with it. i hope you guys enjoy! for the sake of the story, percy is in his blonde era (one of his best)

warnings: really not much but there’s a part where it gets a little steamy.

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percy hynes white was the epitome of an annoying frat boy. the only reason you have to tolerate him is because of mutual friends and similar classes. if you had it your way, you would never be in his presence.

“y/n, c’mon it’s not a party without you. you never miss the frat parties,” emma clings to your arm giving her best puppy dog eyes.

“fine em, i’ll go. only because i enjoy free drinks though.”

“yes! yes! me and naomi are gonna swing by your dorm to get ready,” emma gives you the biggest grin making you roll your eyes. she slides back into her seat that was sitting across from you.

“okay. who else is going?”

“if i’m not mistaken the whole group is going.”

“wait a second. which frat house party is it?”

“definitely not the one percy and georgie are in,” emma mumbled under her breath. you glared at her with a clenched jaw.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. emma, you know i can’t stand percy.”

“you can’t back out! you have to just ignore him,” she looks at her phone and realized she was running late for her class. “well look at time. i gotta go but i love you and i’ll see you later!”

emma gathers all of her books off the table and rushes to give your cheek a small peck. you were sure you wanted to kill her.

“i seriously hate you!” you yell out to the girl currently running towards the door.

“no you don’t!” was the last thing you heard from her before she makes her out of the door.

true to her word, naomi and emma came by your shared dorm room with jenna. you still weren’t sure if you wanted to go. handling the stress of your math class with the midterm exam was enough on your plate. now you have to deal with percy for another night out.

“get dressed before we’re late,” jenna looks at you through her long mirror.

“you literally can’t be late to a frat party jenna and i have nothing to wear. so i can’t go.” you put on your best smile to make yourself seem innocent. naomi shakes her head at you and immediately walks to your closet.

she was searching for a minute before finding the perfect party outfit. naomi pulls out your black leather mini skirt with a simple dark green cropped shirt. walking over to you, she hands you the outfit and wordlessly points to the bathroom.

“oo i know just the shoes for this outfit!” emma digs through your shoes and pulls out your black chunky platform heels. she hands you the shoes as you reluctantly go to the bathroom.

once you fully got dressed and ready, you took one look in the bathroom mirror silently admitting your friends picked out a great outfit.

“see you look hot. percy isn’t gonna know what hits him,” naomi throws you a wink.

“this is torture enough. let’s go before i change my mind,” you grabbed a dark washed jean jacket and your phone. the other three girls grabbed their belongings and everyone walked out the door.

“okay ground rules. one, we have to let each other know when someone is leaving. two, at least try to stick together. and three, y/n try not to argue with percy,” naomi says to the three of you while linking arms with you.

“tell that to blondie.”

finally making it to the frat house, music was blasting. at least they were playing the hood music you thought to yourself.

“ladies! welcome to the party. the drinks are in the kitchen and you guys are the last of the group to come,” georgie greets all you with a smile. you take the time to hug him before stepping in.

“wow sweetheart. didn’t think you had it in you to actually dress decent,” percy gazes at you with a smug grin.

you turned to glare at him, “don’t call me that and you’re certainly not going to ruin my night.” you tried to walk pass him but he grabs your wrist to stop your movements.

“hey lighten up buttercup. it’s a party!” you scuffed at him and walked passed him again but not without making sure to bump his shoulder. you made your way to the kitchen where you seen joy, hunter, and oliver.

“y/n, don’t kill me for what i’m about to say. are you sure you and percy don’t like each other? i mean i can’t be the only one who sees the tension.”

“hunter, we have tension because we hate each other. joy can you pass me a red cup?” you take the cup from joy to start pouring your drink.

“maybe you guys just need to fuck.” jenna gasped at oliver’s words and nods her head enthusiastically .

“ollie you are so right. you guys need to like fuck it out of your systems. or at least makeout.”

“fuck off. i would never think about touching him,” you threw your drink down your throat feeling the light burn of the alcohol.

“y/n we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven! you gotta come play with us,” joy waved you over. sitting in a circle sat georgie, hunter, jenna, emma, oliver, naomi, joy, percy and a couple of other people you assumed where either in a frat or sorority house.

“eh why not,” you shrugged your shoulders and walked over to squeeze in the middle of oliver and naomi.

rounds go by and different pairs had gonna into the closet coming out a giggling mess. it’s what happens when you mix alcohol and single college kids.

“percy it’s your turn to spin the bottle,” hunter hands the bottle to him. percy places it on the floor and gives it a good spin. you had seen where one of the girls desperately looked like she wanted the bottle to land on her. how pathetic you thought to yourself.

please don’t land on me

you continued to chant this in your head as the bottle was nearing to a stop. holding a breath you didn’t realize you were holding the bottle finally stops. percy looks up from the bottle and eyes you, of course it lands on you.

“y/n and percy step up and get in the closet!” emma cheered clearly too excited for whatever was gonna happen. percy was the first to stand up and held a hand out to help you up. you huffed and took his hand as he gently pulled you up. huh, has his hands always been this soft?

“remember 7 minutes. no more and no less,” georgie pushes you both into the empty closet and closes the door. you were not drunk enough for this.

“so we finally alone now,” percy leaned up against one side of the wall and leaned on the other side.

“yeah, don’t try anything blondie.”

“oh c’mon sweetheart. you know you like when i flirt with you.”

“who told you that lie.”

“you did. with your body,” you could just hear the grin he had. maybe you do enjoy he’s flirty words. at least sometimes… but he could never know that due his ego. it didn’t need to be any bigger than it already was.

“how exactly did you even come up with that conclusion?” you kissed your teeth and moved both of your arms to cross in front of you. percy moves the short distance to cage you between his arms and the wall he rested his hands on above your head.

“don’t think i don’t see when you slightly squirm or your pouting face to stop you from possibly blushing. face it honey, you’re just as attracted to me as i’m attracted to you.” your breath hitched upon hearing this from him.

“careful now. one might think your head is getting a bit big there. just full of lies,” you were so glad he couldn’t actually see you. he was a little right, for some reason you’ve always been attracted to him.

“lies? yeah okay,” he bent his head down more to your face. “if i kissed you right now, you’re saying you wouldn’t kiss back?” feeling the coolness of his breath touch your lips made you nervous all of a sudden.

“no. i would not kiss back,” it was lie and both of you knew that. he chuckled lightly and shook his head.

percy takes his hands off the wall and planted one at the base of your neck while the other one was on your cheek. he pulls you into a needy kiss. immediately you responded by kissing him equally as needy. you felt him smirk into the kiss, such an asshole you thought.

he uses the hand that was on your cheek to slide down and hike your thigh up to his leg. “jump,” he low said against your lips. you completed his request with a small jump to wrap both legs around his waist. your skirt had ridden up allowing him to have more access to your ass while your arms took their place around his shoulders.

“see sweetheart? you do want me,” he teased you by nudging his nose with your nose.

“just kiss me again idiot.”

“you’re being a bit mean for someone that’s not in charge right now. you know damn well i have no problem with putting you down right now. but you wouldn’t like, would you babe?” his words were sent straight down to your core and a small whine slipped out of your mouth. you wanted him so bad.

“do you want me to beg you?” you feel his shoulders shrug upwards, “i’d love to see you beg me.”

“percy please-“ he cuts you off bringing his mouth right back on yours. your fingers start to tangle themselves into his hair pulling ever so slightly. percy lets his hands squeeze your ass making you lightly gasp. taking the quick opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth some how making you more needier than ever.

your tongues battled for dominance and he presses more into you. he maneuvers his hand in between both of your bodies to touch the waistband of your panties. you moan into his mouth, “you want me right there huh?” you nodded your head quickly as your chest felt heavy.

“i know baby,” percy bent his head to the crook of your neck and laid open mouth kisses on your neck. “the first time i finally get to fuck you, it will be done probably. i need to see your face as you cum for me.” he taps your back thigh for you to unwrap your legs from around his waist.

he gently lets you down and helps you fix your skirt. “don’t worry, i’ll have you under me in a couple of minutes,” he kisses your cheek quickly while running his fingers through his hair to push it further back.

as if on cue, the closet door swings open revealing everyone staring right back at you. you became flustered instantly and put your head down to look at your shoes. percy’s hand touches your waist to lightly push you out the closet.

“we’re going back to the dorms. enjoy the rest of the party guys,” you snapped your head up to look at him and slapped his chest. “i’m not gonna lie sweetheart.”

you rolled your eyes at him and go to jenna who held your jacket and purse out to you with a smirk. you avoided her gaze and thanked her quietly. percy’s hand takes its place around your waist to guide you out the front door.

the walk back to the dorms was silent. but not an awkward silence, it was quite comfortable. your hands constantly bumping each other as if you guys wanted to hold hands but wasn’t sure.

“my feet kinda hurt,” you break the silence with your very truthful statement. he looks down at your pouting face and smiles.

“you want a piggyback ride?”

“please?”

he nods his head and bent over to allow you hop on his back. immediately he loops his arms under your legs and pulled down each side of your skirt, so no one seen anything. you placed your arms around his shoulders again and leaned your chin on his head.

“you okay?”

“yes thank you.”

this feels too natural with percy. kissing him, being in his arms and having him pressed against you felt real. you weren’t even sure if he felt the same way but this feeling sent your stomach fluttering with butterflies.

“hey percy, can i ask you a question?” you whispered to him as if you were too shy to ask the question.

“what’s up?”

“why do we hate each other? or at least did hate each other?”

he sighed and licked his lips, “y/n i never hated you. you’re gonna think this is stupid and pretty cliché but i only did that to get your attention really.” you genuinely start laughing at the ridiculous of the boy.

“percy, if you were just nicer to me when we first met then we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“i know but i have you now, right?” now he was nervous for your answer. would it all go back to how it was before after tonight or will tonight change everything?

“yeah. you have me now,” he smiled and let go of one of your thighs to bring your hand to his lips placing a delicate kiss.

#percy hynes white #percy hynes white x reader #college au #college!reader

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