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wheels-of-despair · 2 months

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A Situation Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: There's only one thing in the world that could make Eddie turn Evil Woman Action down… and it's down there. Contains: Embarrassment, vague mentions of an uncomfortable development in a sensitive area, lying, angry eating, Uncle Wayne being glad he doesn't have the full story, kind of a fight, eventual reconciliation… oh, and some good old-fashioned fruit-fucking. Words: 2.4k

Note: Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass.

Other Note: This will never come close to My Beloved Melon Fic, but @fictionaldaze bullied me into another fruit fic anyway. Enjoy! 😂

"Hey," she purrs. Wrapping her arms around his waist. Nuzzling her face into his chest. Breathing out a satisfied sigh that permeates his t-shirt and warms his skin more than the afternoon sun beaming down in the parking lot of Hawkins High.

Eddie relaxes into her and inhales deeply, getting a heavenly whiff of his favorite smell: his one and only.

"Wanna go fool around?" she mumbles.

Eddie feels his dick twitch at the suggestion. No! Stop that!

"Uh… can't today. Promised Wayne I'd scrub the bathroom." Right. Bathroom. Cleaning. Scum in the tub. Hair in the drain. Things that are not at all sexy.

"Need help?" She would really help him with this? That's so sex--NO. Not sexy! Plunger! Wads of slimy hair! The smells!

"Nah, wouldn't want to subject you to that."

She sighs, but it's not the good kind of sigh. She's getting mad. This is the third time this week that he's rejected her advances. And he feels terrible about it. But it's for her own good! Really!

There's something going on down there. He doesn't know what it is. He doesn't know why it's there. He doesn't know how he got it. But he knows that it's ruining his fucking life.

Is it a disease? A rash? Something he picked up in the locker room? Or The Hideout's bathroom, which hasn't been cleaned since 1959? It looks a little less horrifying that it did yesterday, but what if it's a fake-out? What if that's what it wants him to think? What if it's contagious? What if he gave it to her? He'd never forgive himself.

He'd picked up the phone to call the free clinic three times. Once, he even dialed a few numbers before hanging up. He was too ashamed to show anyone, even if they could help him. He'd rather just let his dick fall off and die horny and alone.

"What's with you this week? You're usually all over me, but you have now turned me down THREE times. What are you, on the rag?" She's pulled away. She's glaring. Not good.

"I'm just… not in the mood," he lies, rubbing the back of his neck.

She rolls her eyes and starts walking in the other direction.

"I thought I was taking you home?"

"Not in the mood," she yells without looking back.

Fuck.

Eddie watches her stomp onto the big yellow school bus that she loathes. Oh, boy, is he in for it.

Stop that, he grumbles at himself, adjusting the front of his jeans with a wince as he hops into his van. He speeds home wondering what's more likely to happen first; his dick shriveling up and falling off, or his girl getting mad enough to rip it off and feed it to him. Either way, he's fucking doomed.

When he gets home, he enters quietly, hoping not to disturb a snoring Wayne. He steps into the bathroom to rid himself of the Mountain Dew he sucked down at lunch… and glares at the object of his ruination. Betrayed by his own cock. He sighs at the sight of it - although it does look less alarming than it did yesterday - and after a gentle shake, stuffs it back into his boxers with a hiss.

Eddie's stomach rumbles while he's washing his hands. Don't want that spreading, he thinks as he dries his hands on his shirt. He tiptoes to the kitchen and stares into the pathetically stocked cabinets, hoping for a snack to present itself. He never had this problem at her house. As soon as they got there, she'd throw a bunch of seemingly random stuff together and turn it into something creative that he'd happily bust a gut on… if Gareth would let him.

Shit. Forgot he was supposed to take some of the guys home. It's literally why they were there, loitering in the parking lot instead of peeling out of Hawkins High like two bats outta hell.

Eddie sighs and reaches for a can of pineapple. He'll save the Spaghetti-O's for dinner. And definitely go buy some damn groceries tomorrow.

He grabs the dull can opener, and after a fight, finally gets the top most of the way off. He bends it out of his way and grabs a fork from the dish drainer, leaning up against the kitchen counter to eat right there and reflect on what a shit-show his life has become.

She bought him the pineapple. And the fruit cocktail he ate a few days ago. And the green beans Wayne heated up for dinner last night. Just walked right in and started putting away groceries and lecturing him on "vitamins" and "minerals" and "eating a damn vegetable every once in a while."

He'd blushed and thanked her at the time, but now he wishes he could thank her over the kitchen table. Hard. Deep. Fuck. Stop it!

He stabs a ring of pineapple and lifts it out of the can, letting it drip for a second before tilting his head back and cramming the circle into his mouth. He stares at the takeout coupons on the fridge as he chews, wishing anything sounded appealing right now.

He'll never get to thank her properly ever again. Not that he'd have a reason to, since he'd rejected her so many times, she didn't even want him anymore. What an idiot. He had one thing going for him, and his dick fucked it all up.

He stabs another ring and lifts it to his mouth, spilling the juice down his chin and onto the front of his shirt. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and chews angrily.

Why does his mouth feel weird?

Eddie looks at the can. Ingredients: Pineapple. Pineapple juice. This isn't any different than the other can, is it?

Oh.

He didn't exactly eat the other can.

He'd opened the can a few nights ago, being unable to find any proper junk food as a midnight snack, and after he got the lid off... he looked down to see a perfect hole just waiting for him.

He'd been all alone. So lonely. Thinking about his girl.

A strong man would've been able to say no to that perfect hole.

But Eddie Munson was not a strong man.

But after… wait.

Is this it?

Is he allergic to pineapple?

Did he stick his dick in something he's fucking allergic to?

The realization makes him choke. He coughs, leaning over the kitchen sink as chunks of yellow devil-fruit fly out of his mouth at high speeds.

"Y'alright, boy?"

Shit. He woke Wayne up.

Eddie tries to answer, but it kicks off another coughing fit.

When he finally catches his breath and rinses the sink out, he turns… to see Wayne sitting at the table.

"I taught you to chew before you swallow, right?"

"Yes," Eddie sighs with a roll of his eyes. And then he remembers what set him off. "Can you be allergic to pineapple?"

"Is that what you were choking on?"

"Yeah."

"You ate fruit voluntarily?"

"For the very last time. Am I allergic?"

"Mouth feel weird?"

Eddie nods.

"Bromelain."

"What?"

"Bromelain. Meat tenderizer."

"I didn't eat any freakin' meat tenderizers!"

"It's in the pineapple. That's what makes your mouth feel weird. Something with the enzymes trying to bite back or something, I don't know. Used to bother your grandma real bad."

"So it's genetic? I'm allergic?"

"Can you breathe?"

"Yeah."

"Just a weird feelin'?"

"Yeah," Eddie says, shifting uncomfortably.

"You'll be fine. It'll ease up when you quit eatin' it."

Son of a bitch.

"Wayne, I gotta go. Sorry for waking you up."

"Almost time to get up anyway. Stop by the store on your way back."

"I will," Eddie says, darting around Wayne and grabbing his keys.

A knock on your bedroom door interrupts your wallowing.

"No," you grumble into your pillow. When the bus dropped you off a few minutes ago, you'd walked straight to your bed and fallen into it face-first. You hadn't moved since.

You'd spent the loud and bumpy ride home wondering why Eddie didn't want you anymore. You don't know what changed. He was always ready to go at the drop of a hat. Hell, he'd get horny if the wind changed directions and blew against him just right. And then, all of a sudden… nothing. Even when you made the first move - which he used to love - you got shut down. What was the fucking problem?

You hear your door open, and wish you had the energy to throw something at your dumb brother.

But Eddie is the one who crawls into bed next to you.

You don't want to look at him. You turn your head so you're facing the other direction.

"I brought you a flower."

"Kay."

"I stole it from Mrs. Wallace's garden."

You smile, even though he can't see you. Mrs. Wallace is the old bat down the street from him who's always yelling at kids for playing too loudly and creating a public nuisance. Like her screeching isn't a public nuisance of its own. It's a wonder she has any blooms left, with all her spite-pickers.

"I love you," he says.

"Doesn't feel like it."

Eddie sighs a deep sigh.

"What changed?"

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean, a week ago, you were practically humping my leg every time we got a second alone together. Now it's like…"

"It's not like that."

"What's it like, then?"

"I had… I had kind of a scare."

He pauses so long, you prod him with a "Continue."

"I had kind of a situation down there and I thought something was wrong but it's getting better and I didn't want to freak you out."

You turn your head back toward Eddie, who is lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. "A situation?" you ask.

"It was nothing, it's getting better, everything's okay, it'll be back to normal in a few days."

"A situation like a zit, or a situation like something you need to go to the clinic for?"

His face goes red. Your blood turns to lava. You prop yourself up on your elbows and glare down at him.

"Because I know I'm clean, and since you were a fucking virgin when we met, there is no reason for you to--"

"It's not that!" he cuts you off.

"Because if it's that, you need to tell me right the fuck now."

"It's not!"

"Then what the fuck is it, Eddie?!"

He brings his hands to his face and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"Eddie!"

"I…" he squirms. "Did something stupid."

"How stupid?" you spit.

"So stupid we're gonna laugh about it one day."

"Spit it out, fucker."

He spreads his hands to cover more of his face.

"Eddie," you warn him.

He slowly drags his fingers down his face and exhales.

"Ifuckedacanofpineapple."

"What?"

He winces.

"I fucked a can of pineapple."

He… what?

"And apparently there's something in pineapple that I'm allergic to or something? Wayne said my grandma had it too. But it fucked me up for a few days and getting hard hurt so fucking bad and that's why I've been distant but it's getting better and it's gonna be fine."

You stay silent for a minute, trying to process Eddie's confession. How the fuck… why the fuck… how?

"You fucked a can of pineapple?"

Eddie rubs his face. "Yeah."

"How?"

"I just… don't make me say it."

"Oh, you're gonna say it," you tell him, turning to lie on your side. "I need details. I need to know everything."

"No you don't."

"Eddie, I have never wanted to understand something so desperately in my life. Explain it, or we're going into the kitchen for a demonstration."

"No!" he barks, instinctively drawing his legs up and covering his crotch.

"Explain!"

He whines, and he squirms, and he looks at you pathetically. But you're far too curious to let this slide. Eddie pulls the pillow out from under his head and covers his face with it.

"Edward."

He lets out a long groan, and eventually moves the pillow out of his face. He hugs it to his chest.

"I was high and bored and lonely and hungry and I figured I'd try it so I could tell you I ate fruit and you'd be proud of me and stuff and I got the top off and there was just this… big… wet… hole? UGH!" Eddie groans and flips over to his stomach, taking the pillow with him to cover his head. You watch him wallow in his misery, becoming more amused by the second.

"Oh my god," you say in wonder. "I'm in love with a moron who literally fucked a can of pineapple."

Eddie tilts his head just enough so that you can make out his mumble: "I took it out."

"Took what out?"

"The can had sharp edges. I took out the pineapple and put it in a sour cream container before…"

You snort. He hides his face again, and you picture Eddie Munson dumping a can of pineapple rings into an old sour cream container the Munsons use as Tupperware and going to town on it. Right there in the kitchen. Sloshing pineapple juice down his legs and the cabinets and onto the floor.

You lose it. You cackle until your sides ache and tears stream down your face. You wipe them away with the backs of your hands, and look to Eddie. He's less red, but still clearly embarrassed as he stares at the ceiling.

"I take it you're not mad?" he asks.

"That you cheated on me with a can of fruit?" Another giggle fit erupts, and he lays there calmly while it passes. "Sorry," you say finally. "So you're allergic to pineapple?"

"I think it's safe to say that it's not something I'll be trying again anytime soon."

"What did it do to you?" you ask curiously.

"It kinda… it… uh… wasn't pretty."

"Can I see it?"

"No."

"Are you okay?"

"Will be."

You scooch closer, and he holds out his arm so you can snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest and slide your hand across his stomach until it reaches the other side.

"I'm glad you're okay," you say quietly. Eddie's hand begins stroking up and down your back. A thought occurs to you, and you smirk. "But it serves you right for trying to cheat on me with a can of fruit."

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x evil woman #got a problem? take it up with fictionaldaze.

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ripdragonbeans · 1 month

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Through The Worst // modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: You're reminded just how much Aemond loves you.

TRIGGER WARNING!!! Self injury, in depth description of panic attack, talk of physically abusive family

CW: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral f and m receiving

The starry sky has always been your companion, through the good and the bad. You take a deep breath and smile. You think of all the good in your life, your boyfriend, Aemond. Aemond, the light in your life.

Like him, your family wasn't the most stable place in your life. Fights between your parents were frequent and you had to protect your sister from more than one attempt of violence against her. When it came to you, though? You would gladly endure the pain if it meant your sister was safe.

When your mother left you and your sister with your father it was terrible. If he was angry you and your sister would find another place to spend the night. If you two were caught off guard, you did all you could to prepare yourself for a terrible night. Sometimes it was keeping food away from you, sometimes it was a beating. But it was never too much, or somewhere that could be seen by anyone else. All the hits were strategic, easily being covered by a regular t-shirt.

While your body almost never scarred, as bruises were the only injuries that would mark your skin, scars remained nonetheless. Unfortunately, those were your own doing.

It was never intentional, you would tell yourself. And it was true. Some people would see them and automatically assume that you wanted to die but that wasn't the case. If anything you just wanted to feel something.

Growing up in that household on top of not being at the best school was not a good combination. Classmates were cruel to you, whether you knew it or not. With such a kind heart you gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. Even the guys who dated you as a joke or who just wanted to add you to their body count.

Once you were old enough to get out of the house, you did. You tried to bring your sister with you but she refused. She believed that if she stayed with your father she could help him. You tried everything to convince her not to stay but she wouldn't budge. So you left home without her.

You felt someone lay down next to you in the grass. Immediately you could tell it was Aemond. You gave the sky a small smile before turning over to face him.

“Couldn't sleep?” You asked him.

He shrugged. “I was restless. I know you can't sleep sometimes so I figured I'd check in on you. You weren't in your room so I came out here.”

If you were anywhere else you'd be sharing the same bed but since you were spending the summer with Aemond’s siblings you had your own room. While his mother wasn't around you knew it would be a bit much if she heard her son was sharing a bed with someone, even with them being in college, even with his own girlfriend. So, you stayed in a room, not too far away from Aemond's, but still too far in your own opinion.

You cupped his face with your hand and ran your thumb across his cheek. “You know, I miss you at night sometimes. Even if we've spent the whole day together.”

“I miss you too, my love.” He placed his hand on top of your and kissed your palm.

You closed your eyes, content with his presence. For a while you two just lay there in the grass underneath the night sky until Aemond got up and pulled you up.

“I think it's time for bed. We can sleep in my room tonight,” he whispered.

“Oh, getting rebellious, are we?” You joked.

“No, I just want you to fall asleep in my arms tonight. Is that okay?”

“Of course it's okay.”

A gentle kiss graced the top of your head as the two of you went in for the rest of the night.

That night you slept peacefully wrapped up in Aemond’s arms. When you fell asleep he was there. When you woke up he was there. His soft snoring brought a sweet smile to your face as you brushed his hair back with your hand. His hair was also so neat, you felt somewhat blessed to see it unkept and so…comfortable.

When you saw his eyelids begin to flutter open you peppered his face with kisses.

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered in his ear.

He chuckled. “Don't do that or we may not get out of bed.”

“Do what?” You asked innocently.

He gave you a knowing look. “You know what your whispers do to me.”

“Well maybe I want that, I'm just trying to get you ready.”

“Congratulations, it worked.”

Aemond captured you in a passionate kiss. His hands ran up your body to capture your tits over your shirt. It was a flimsy shirt, but it was still too much. Aemond circled your breasts with his hands, getting closer and closer to your nippes. You whined against him and arched your back to get closer. He took advantage of that and snuck his tongue in your mouth. The feel of him adding more and more. Your hands went to his hair and you pulled him even closer.

Aemond smiled at your eagerness and gave in, running each thumb over a pebbled nub. He had been teasing you so much you felt yourself clench at his touch.

After torturing you like this a few more times, each one causing louder and louder whines, he finally relented and pulled the shirt over your head. Free from the barrier, Aemond dipped his head down to take a bud in his mouth.

“Fuck, Aemond,” you whispered.

You reached down and felt him hard under his briefs. You palmed him as he lifted his hips to meet your hand. He was just as needy as you.

As he switched from one nipple to the other you tugged down his briefs just enough to free him. Hard and red at the tip, you got excited just looking at it.

Aemond released you with a pop before pulling you into another kiss. He was about to slip off your panties when you stopped him.

“I want to taste you first,” you told him.

You skipped his briefs off all while keeping eye contact. His eye never left yours. They widened as you dipped your head down to lick the head. Just that small touch had him buck into you. You gave his head another tiny lick and he groaned.

“Take my cock, my girl. I want to see your face stuffed.”

You gave him a sly smile before taking as much of him as possible all at once. You've done this enough times to be used to the stretch. Of course, you still need to warm up before taking *all* of him.

His precum was salty on your tongue and you loved it. You swirled your tongue over his head while bobbing your own head up and down. Raising your eyes, you could see Aemond gripped the sheets and tried to keep everything in.

You hummed, causing vibrations to go through him as he flung his head back in ecstacy.

“If you don't stop I'm -”

The words spurred you on. Hallowing your cheeks and bobbing faster, you wanted him to spill himself inside you. You wanted to taste him, all of him.

“Fuck!” He spilled into your mouth and you swallowed each drop. You let him go with a pop and crawled over to him.

Aemond brought his hand to your face and wiped away a dribble of his cum that was left on your lip.

“My turn,” he said before flipping the two of you over.

You landed on your back, sprawled over the bed. Aemond gave you a mischievous grin before settling himself between your legs. He hooked an arm over each thigh to keep you from moving away.

“I don't think that's necessary -” you began to say. “Fuck!”

His head was fully between your thighs and he was languidly lapping at your folds. He was slow and deliberate with each flick of his tongue and it drove you mad. He moved his focus to your clit and sucked on it, making you whimper. You pushed your hips up to meet him in a desperate attempt for more. You could feel Aemond smile against you as he sped up his flicks and licks. You were nearing your peak, you could feel yourself tightening but he wasn't going to let you off that easily. He pushed two fingers in, making you groan in surprise and pleasure. He pumped you with his fingers hard and he felt so damn good. Curling his fingers, he found your sweet spot.

“Aemond - Aemond, please, I'm gonna -”

“It's okay, baby. Let go. I want you to soak my hand.”

At his words the building pressure crescendoed into its peak. Blinding white pleasure was all you could see. Pleasure was all you could feel. Aemond didn't stop, he fucked you with his fingers all the way through your orgasm. He didn't stop until your body had stopped shaking. Gently pulling his finger out, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I can't wait to fuck you,” he whispered.

“Then why are you waiting?” You taunted.

Aemond growled then quickly flipped you over on your stomach.

“You want to be fucked? I'll fuck you.”

He teased you, playing with your entrance with the tip of his cock. You whimpered and tried to press back into him.

“So desperate for my cock. Don't worry, you'll get what you want.”

You could hear his smile but you didn't care. He was so close and you needed him inside you. In a quick motion, Aemond sheathed himself inside you. That glorious stretch shot through your body. As many times as he's fucked you, you know you'll never get completely used to the size of him and you welcome it gladly.

Relentlessly he pounded into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot. You loved it when he fucked you like this. It felt so perfect.

His hands gripped your hips to move you in time with him. There would be bruises from how tight he was holding you but it was something you loved.

Soon, a hand was brought around to play with your clit. You writhed against him but it was no use. You orgasm was building and building and the extra stimulation only made it rush to the surface even more.

Aemond pulled you up so you back was flat against his chest.

“Does this feel good, my love? My cock slamming into your pussy?”

“Yes, yes - fuck!”

“I need you to come for me. Can you do that?”

You mumbled out an answer.

“Aw, my baby has gone dumb,” he teased. “Let go. Come for me.”

He brought his other hand up to a breast and pinched a nipple. With a scream and the arch of you back you came undone on his cock. Aemond fucked you through it, chasing his own peak. Soon, he emptied himself inside you and the two of you collapsed on the bed.

You heard a soft laugh.

“I will never get used to that,” he whispered.

“Neither will I.”

He pressed a kiss to the back of your head before pulling himself out. You complained at the emptiness but he was quick to placate you with a warm towel to clean up.

Once the two of you were clean, Aemond gathered you into his arms and held you close.

“I love you, all of you.”

Those were the last words you heard before falling back asleep.

Screaming. All you could hear was screaming. It wasn't anyone around you; it was yourself. You hated this. You absolutely despise yourself when it happens. No control. None.

And you couldn't get it back.

It was nothing, it should've been nothing.

When you woke up you knew something was wrong. Your nightmare shook you and soon you were snowballing into a panic. A panic you couldn't stop.

When you saw that Aemond wasn't asleep next to you, you freaked out at the absence of him. Thoughts poured in from everywhere, being about everything. Maybe you were just a joke to him, just like how all the others used you. Maybe your father showed up to take you back.

You shut your eyes and pulled your knees to your chest. Rocking yourself back and forth, you tried to calm down, but to no avail.

“Aemond,” you whispered, “please come back. Please, please.”

Slowly, you began to dig your fingernails into the sides of your knees. You could feel the indents that were forming and almost wished to break skin and draw blood. Drawing blood was the only way you could feel something. Only then was the pain enough to even feel a hint of something.

You took your nails and drew them back and forth. Soon, you created a groove in your skin. You moved faster. You were desperate. You needed to feel something now or you were going to scream. While you continued to scratch you absentmindedly began to hit the back of your head on the headboard.

Two things now.

You could almost feel two things.

Looking down at your leg you saw that you broke skin. You couldn't help but smile at your achievement, sick as it was, horrible as it was; but you didn't care.

Feel. All you need it to feel.

Your snowballing thoughts soon turned into memories.

A group of girls laughing at you in the hallway.

Your first boyfriend telling you it was all a joke.

Finding another boyfriend making out with someone else.

The first time you slept with someone, thinking they cared but later laughed in your face when you asked what happens next.

Your father getting more and more aggressive as he steps closer to you.

The fear in your sister’s eyes as you take the blame.

Your father’s fist flying into your gut.

Your sister. Choosing your father over you.

It was too much. Your fingernails and the headboard were not enough for you to feel. You needed something more. You hated yourself for thinking this way but it was the only comfort you had then and the comfort you go to now.

Aemond still wasn't back. You tried to hold on for him. You knew he was coming back even if your jumbled mind told you otherwise.

“I'm so sorry,” you whispered as tears fell.

There was nothing you could do to make yourself stop. Instead, you got up, wrapped a blanket around yourself, and began looking for something, anything, that was a little sharp.

Keys. Aemond’s keys. Your eyes widened when you found them and you were quick to grab them off the dresser. Taking them in your hand, you began to scratch yourself back and forth. You were beginning to feel more and it was ecstasy. Tears tumbled down your cheeks as you let out a dry laugh. You were so focused on what you were finally feeling that you didn't hear the door open. Or hear him come behind you.

Aemond placed his hand on top of yours to stop the scratching.

“Take a breath, love.”

You stopped scratching but you were now shaking. You could barely get the words out. “Too much, Aemond. I'm so sorry.”

“There's nothing to be sorry for.”

He opened your hand and got you to drop the keys into his own. You stood there, frozen, as he put it away. He came up to you and put your hands in his.

“What happened?” He was concerned and his head was racing but his face remained soft.

“I…I don't know. I woke up, you weren't here, and I just started spiraling.”

“You had a panic attack because I wasn't next to you when you woke up?”

“No! It's not your fault!” Tears began to well up once again. “It's my head, it's my father, it's all those people in my life. They haunt me, Aemond. I've tried to erase them but whenever I get a little scared it all hits me again.”

You began to pull away from him and he let you, giving you the space to think and breathe. You bring yourself back to the bed and curl up.

“I love you, Aemond. I do. And I'm so, so sorry I'm like this. I hate it. I hate my head. I hate my father. I hate my ex’s. Hell, even to an extent I hate my sister for choosing our father over me. Everything hurts me and I hate it!”

Silence.

“Please say something,” you whisper.

Aemond sat himself down on the bed. “May I hold your hand?”

You nod and let him take your hand in his.

“No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise you that on everything I believe in.” He brought your knuckles up to his lips and gently kissed them. “As long as I'm with you, I swear.”

You closed your eyes and finally took a deep breath. “It's so much and I wish it wasn't. I've been working so hard it all crashed.”

“And that's okay, love. No matter what, I will be next to you.”

You pushed yourself closer to Aemond, seeking his warmth. Once you were close enough, he wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head.

“We'll stay in here all day if you want. Just us,” he offered.

“Just us,” you echoed. As blissful as that thought was, you shook it off. “No, we should go out. I think I need to go somewhere else.”

“The park then? Or we can watch a movie?”

You cocked your head in thought. “Let's go for a walk, Aemond. I need to see the world again.”

“My love, I'll give you the world if you ask.” He tilted your head up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. While there was no heat, there was still passion.

Passion, and the promise of undying protection and love.

#fics by bean #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd modern au #hotd #modern!aemond #modern!aemond x reader

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amyispxnk · 5 months

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I'd do whatever I could do

Summary - you're staying with Joel now, trying to figure yourself out and leaving the QZ to visit some of his friends

A/N: oh my god, I finally did it y'all - finally made the part two for this 👏 Also, I was going through the lyrics of this song and I kind of realised just how daddy issues Joel it is. I'm not gonna list them, but there are definitely a good few lines that stuck out to me. A part 3 might be simmering. We'll see.

Pairing: platonic/father figure!Joel Miller x f!reader (could probably be read as GN tho?)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: violence, mentions of past abuse, PTSD, alcohol mention, language, angst, pet names, comfort, paternal issues, very brief mention of a gun

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Part 1 here

You reckoned you had stopped really taking the words in a few seconds after he slammed the door behind him, immediately shrinking back into the couch where you'd previously been sat staring into space, whilst he told you things about his day.

Your eyes darted up at him quickly, lip quivering already. You still didn't know exactly why. Why small things like him touching you too abruptly, raising his voice (never at you, but for some reason it still affected you), loud noises like a door slamming, affected you. But they really did, and he'd come to notice it after only a few days of you staying with him.

He came back home after a long, difficult, tiring deal. Since your arrival and staying at his place had been so recent, his old habits remained. One of them was to practically shout and stomp his foot in anger as soon as he got back from a trade went south, a bad day out.

"Fuck!" He had gritted through clenched teeth as he threw his bag on the floor, deadset on getting into the kitchen to his whisky to muffle the frustration of the day.

You froze in complete fear and horror as he rounded the corner, his eyes immediately falling onto your trembling figure, clutching the little food packet in one of your hands as your own eyes stared back at him, bulging out of their sockets.

"Shit." He muttered to himself, taking a few steps towards you - not expecting you to immediately drop the packet and raise your hands in front of you, almost cowering before him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Joel p-please, I don't-" You stuttered, eyes welling up with tears as you flinched when he took another, more careful, step towards you, already apologising even though you didn't know what you had done.

"Hey, hey, hey. 's okay," he soothed. "C'mere sweetheart. It's okay." And somehow the sound of his voice, so gentle just for you, comforted you immediately.

You stepped into his open arms, body shaking hard with sobs as you choked on your own tears. "I'm sorry." You said, muffled into the fabric of his flannel.

"I told you it's okay. What happened, sweet girl?" He hugged you tight, right hand coming up to rub soothing circles into your back.

"I don't know." You murmured, unsure of what set you off so badly.

"It's okay baby, we'll figure it out. You're okay now."

That was the first time it had happened, now you were here again. He'd slammed the door, although he wasn't angry. It was just something he did out of habit to ensure it closed properly, but after he saw you shaking like before on the couch, his brows knitted in worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder as you turned to face him slightly, jolting - not as aggressively as you used to - at the touch.

"Nothing. Just- you slammed the door. I think it's one of those.. trigger things you were talking about."

Naturally, Joel had racked his mind and scoured the dozen odd books he had in his apartment to try remember anything about this kind of mental health issue and the things you'd gone through, finally landing on some sort of PTSD. He'd explained it as best he could to you, telling you that the things like someone raising their voice at you and loud noises were 'triggers', things that reminded you of the times with your dad and made you feel that same fear you'd feel with him all over again.

"Right." He nodded, brushing your hair back and out of your eyes a bit. "'m sorry, sweetheart. I'll try not to do it again, yeah?"

You hummed a noise of agreement, making a space beside you for him to sit down on the couch.

He did so and cleared his throat. "Got some news," he began "'s nothin' big, really. Just thought you oughta have a bit of notice."

You turned to face him a little more as he looked up and met your eyes. "I have this deal, with a guy in Lincoln, and I'm due to go see him next week." He told you.

"So.. you're leaving?" You questioned, trying not to seem too hurt by it.

"No, no. I mean- if you don't want to come with me, then yeah, but I'll be back within the month. I just.. don't feel too safe leavin' you here." He explained, and you nodded.

"I don't want you to go. I'll- I'll come with you." You mumbled, and he gently tilted your head up to face him again.

"You're gonna be okay out there? Y'ever been out of the QZ before?" He asked. If you hadn't ever been outside then things could be quite difficult. It would be scary for a young thing like you. Not only that, but you had your triggers, and the gunfire paired with the infected would surely set one of them off - that's why he'd tried putting the entire trip off, but he had to go. That was how he made his living around here, he needed those supplies.

"Mmhm. I've also killed a few infected before, if you're worried about that. Not gonna be completely useless, I'd say." You said with a small chuckle, leaning into his touch subconsciously.

"Okay." He nodded, stroking your cheek gently before standing up and going over to the kitchen to make something for dinner. "And you're not useless, sweetheart, not at all."

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Bill and Frank. That's who they were. Bill was the guy he actually had the deal with, Frank was the one who'd convinced Bill to go along with it in the first place. Frank was the nice one, Joel had told you.

He'd explained a bit before you'd left and more when it came up in conversation as the two of you walked. In and out of forests, weaving between trees, trudging down dirt roads and kicking rocks, on your journey to Lincoln.

A journey that you still would've been able to complete within a day on foot, but that was before the apocalypse. Now there were buildings falling over eachother, and guards near your place of departure which slowed you down, and clickers and the likes which ensured you had to be completely silent in your movements, extending the time of your journey by at least 50%.

You watched as he slaughtered them all though. It should have scared you, at least a little, but it just amazed you. Admittedly, it had shaken you when you saw him completely beat one of the FEDRA guards to death when you were making your way out of Boston. You'd been caught, a guard that wasn't supposed to be there was there and Joel wasn't careful enough.

Things were almost okay, you probably could have haggled your way out of that situation, but when the soldier made a comment about you, a comment about what they might do to a 'bad girl' like you for sneaking out of the QZ, he had simply seen red. He didn't even know he had lunged for the man until he was on top of him, the crunch of the soldier's jaw and Joel's fist coming down on his face bringing him back to reality.

He was protective of you, and rightfully so, and you didn't even care how aggressive he could get with it. He wanted to keep you safe, and would go that far for it, therefore he cared about you. Someone actually cared about you.

"Okay, I think we're gonna stay here for the night." He said, pulling you out of your thoughts as you gave him a small smile.

"Okay."

You both set up a makeshift camp, eating whatever you could spare from your stash of food before getting ready to go to sleep - him denying your offer to take watch like he did before and he'd do everytime.

You sighed, walking off and quickly settling into the sleeping bag, melting into it and relishing the warmth it offered you as you hugged yourself to sleep, body heat almost suffocating you but in a comforting way.

When you woke up, you thought you actually were suffocating, throwing the cover off of you and crying out his name, the only person you could think of to save you. He was going to get you, he was back, he was coming for you and he'd never leave you alone, he'd take you from Joel and then he'd k-

"Hey, hey. That's not gonna happen, sweetheart, come on, come over here." You didn't realise you were saying those things out loud but it didn't matter as you crawled out of your sleeping bag, letting him pull you into his lap as he cradled you, rocking you back and forth as he kissed your head.

"It's okay, it's okay. Did ya have another nightmare?" He asked, voice calm and low as he tried to comfort you and calm you down.

You nodded quickly, sniffing and breathing erratically as you did.

"Sweet girl. It's okay now, it's okay." He reassured you, hugging you tight and pressing more kisses into your hair. "I won't let anything happen to you, you know that."

"I know." You said quietly, voice cracking as you wiped at your tears. "I'm sorry." You said, somehow in a voice even quieter than before.

He sighed, breathing slowly and deeply - something he knew helped, as he noticed you'd start breathing in time with him to ground yourself, regulate your own breathing during these situations. "Don't go and apologise when you haven't even done anything wrong, sweetheart. You're going through a lot and you're probably still processing everything that happened, it wasn't that long ago when you were still.." he didn't want to remind you of anything too sensitive, trailing off slightly. "Point is, it's all fairly fresh, and it's natural things like these nightmares are gonna be happenin', so don't apologise, okay?" He said, looking into your glossy eyes and brushing your tears away.

"Yeah. I'm-" You were already going to apologise again, making him frown slightly. "Thank you, Joel."

"It's okay. You try get some more sleep now, okay?" He gently helped you off his lap and pulled the sleeping bag back on top of your body, knees cracking as he got back up to walk away to where he was taking watch - when your voice called out for him again.

"Can you stay with me? Please, Joel? I'm just- I'm scared." You mumbled, face growing hot with embarrassment at how pathetic the question felt now you were speaking it aloud.

He pressed his lips together, turning his head to check the area once more before getting his own sleeping bag, placing it by yours, and resting his arm behind your head as you tucked your face into his chest.

"Goodnight." He said softly, stroking your hair slowly.

"Night, Joel." You mumbled into the soft fabric of his shirt, before passing out again, leaving him to lay alone with his thoughts in the cool night.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open! 💞

Tags - @rosierogie @jjlevin

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13leaguestories · 6 months

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I think that completely blank main characters that have the least number of preset traits or any preset personality at all are better for IFs in general bc it allows for us not only to self insert but also to envision other original characters completely different from us if we want to. But I understand it may be easier to write a character when you already have an image of how they behave.

Main characters with an already preset personality, attitude, and history make it feel more like a traditional book where we just witness the story presented and have no input or agency at all. I think freedom of choice over the main character is the most important part of any IF, because if you take away the choices, then what's the difference from a normal piece of literature? Preset MCs may also make it harder for us to connect and identify with them since their personalities can be completely different from ours if we're self inserting or if we envision something else for them, not to mention they can do and say things we don't expect, or agree with, or even account for, which could make some of us even upset at our own characters for doing something rude or completely different from what we intended or meant to.

Blank canvas main characters can be fun too, writing the MC being sweet or shy or bold or serious or comic or hostile, etc, in response to a given situation, or towards another character's flirting, for example, sounds extremely interesting to me, not to mention it's always the best part when we're kind and understanding to a character and they react accordingly by being affable in response, or when we're rude and cold and they get angry at us, it's interesting to see how some of them get more attached and close to us because we're alike and agree on most things, or because we're always gentle and loving in general, while others will get annoyed by it and push us away bc we're too soft or bc we disagree on everything or treat them contemptuously.

But all of that is harder to see if the main character goes ahead and makes the choices for us, or if they're naturally too nice and trusting or too reclusive and aloof. I guess it's better when we get to choose what we are through our own choices and actions or when the other characters start seeing us in a certain way because we nearly always behave that same way towards them?

Anyway, this is just my opinion on preset vs blank canvas MC, but this is a very interesting topic to discuss and all ideas are valid!

Okay, I asked this a while back and saw your response just never got to answering.

I dig all of this and thank you for telling me your point of view. I can agree with a lot but then also disagree. Blank characters for me are just that, too blank. I love the idea that one can headcanon to their heart's content but then the story/work just feels emptier.

I'm going to use Our Life (visual novel, guys check it out if you haven't) as an example because I think it does a good job at giving you this really blank character that you can control. I have an OC that gets into trouble growing up but that's never really shown. In the game you're never really given the ability to be a troublemaker or someone who struggles with anger or something like that. Again this is just one example, I'm sure folks can come up with hundreds more.

A game that kinda takes your hand and says "hey, this is who you are" takes that ability to say "oh my person is a troublemaker" because we obviously just told you that you're not, away. And I think I like that more. Maybe this is why I like novels more than IF's. I'd rather be told "hey this is who you are and though you have some agency, this is you" versus "you're a blank slate and anything you want goes" cos then I feel like the character I created actually belongs there. Stuff that makes them, them is talked about and addressed versus me just imagining it all and probably having to resort to fanfic.

But again, this is just me. And I do get your viewpoint and can't argue with some of the points cos they're true. And thank you again for telling me your mindset on it.

#general asks #i love shit like this lmfao

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kimdokja-real · 11 months

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about the joongdok content: you definitely didn't come late the orv (ad joongdok specifically) fans are VERY alive on tumblr. i see a lot of new joongdok content personally, are you sure you're checking the recent posts in the tag and not just the top posts? top posts are what it shows by default so those don't change much

since you've probably already checked that though, my suggestions are:

check the dokhyuk and dokhyeok tags as well

honestly a lot of people on here are more actively creating yoohankim content than specifically joongdok (which isn't to say there's More yhk shippers, just that activity to person ratio is higher). if you're not opposed to your joongdok expanding into a polycule, highly recommend checking out the yoohankim tag

check out individual character tags, sometimes people forget to tag the ship

follow orv-focused blogs, joongdok is a popular ship and will definitely come across your dash more that way (this will also help you find those few artists that churn out joongdok content but don't tag at all, or tag sporadically)

Oh, I thought I came late because when I checked A03, most of the many comments, kudos, views fics were from 2022 or even 2020. I'm not getting much response on my fics.

I didn't know it automatically shows the top posts, no wonder the posts didn't change. I changed it and there's a bit more content now.

I've checked those tags, a bit more content.

I don't understand yoohankim, (but then I don't really understand polyamory relationships, no offence) I both like and dislike Han Sooyoung as a character. Sometimes I think she's a bit too rude and self-entitled. But I like her independence as a female character, how she faked her death and just left Dokja to do her own stuff. But then I liked the scene where she died so Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk could talk to each other. But then I haven't read the epilogue fully (I plan to read the entire novel from the beginning, just haven't found the time), so I don't know. I was spoiled that she was the writer of TWOS from the manhwa, so I expected to see it develop over time in the novel with the knowledge helping kdj and he gets to interact with the author of the story he loves, but it was kind of thrown in at the end out of nowhere. It seemed a bit Mary-Sueish to me, but that's just my opinion. Someone also said her POV was like a main heroine of some romance novel and that she said 'idiot' too many times. So I don't really like her being added to the joongdok ship.

But then I haven't read the novel properly so who knows. I don't think I'd like Han Sooyoung being added even if I did though. Female character wise, I think I prefer someone like Yoo Sangah, she seemed like a typical beauty at first, but she really evolved into her own character. She's both polite and strict, blunt and gentle and kind of mysterious.

I think I wanted Yoo Sangah to be the main female lead (even though I was a bit iffy about her at the beginning). Without romance of course. And she really seemed to be, she grew from a hesitant female character to a badass female character after Kim Dokja was gone and Kim Dokja relied on her to handle things when he was gone, even with Yoo Joonghyuk. But then she had to leave to reincarnate but it showed her independence. So Han Sooyoung to me kind of came out of nowhere.

I like all the female characters in Omniscient Reader though, and that includes Han Sooyoung as a whole. I just prefer someone like Yoo Sangah I guess, who had quite a lot of development in her personality without Dokja's help than Han Sooyoung. Han Sooyoung seems a bit too angry everytime for me. The other angry character is Yoo Joonghyuk, but he's a regressor who suffered a lot, he actually has something to be angry about.

Searching individual character tags will have other ships though so I generally don't do that. Actually I don't even know why I tag individual characters, it's a habit of tumblr I guess.

#ask #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #yoo sangah #han sooyoung #joongdok #dokjoong #dokhyuk #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv spoilers

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Hiya dearie! I saw one of your posts of MC having intrusive thoughts of an angry Jack and it got me thinking....

What about his size? He's bigger then I assume alot of us, some more then others, me including.

Big people can be very intimidating to me and since he'd basically tower over me, I'd honestly would be kinda scared of him whenever he'd stand close. And him being Very strong too?

So my question in more detail is, how do you think he'd handle an short MC who's scared of his build and height? Just overall intimidated by him at times?

Actually, I think we got a glimpse of that in the demo. Allow me to quote it here:

Jack lays me on the bed, and seeing how in this moment, despite his kindness and his cheery facade… I can’t help but back away in awe and intimidation. He’s tall, but from this angle...He’s TALL. Like the gentle giant he is, though...He does stoop down to my level. His expression is empathetic...Concerned, but adoring… But the sweetness of his face is accented with his presence, as he slides onto bed alongside me. Jack ...This is okay, right?

MC gets intimidated by Jack when they realize just how large he is compared to them. I imagine the fact that he could so easily carry them immediately before they saw him at this angle abruptly made them aware that he is much bigger and stronger than they are. This causes them to instinctively retreat from him.

Jack picks up on this immediately and gets down to MC’s level then asks if this (presumably situation) is okay. He’s concerned about how nervous they are and he tries his best to show his love for them to alleviate their worries.

Jack has dealt with kids in the past. He’s a big man and kids are small. So many kids would be intimidated by his size. I imagine that’s something his psychology classes would have tackled to teach him how to mitigate this issue. Getting down on their level is something that is done to help reassure nervous children, and it works for adults as well.

Anyone, no matter their age, can be intimidated by someone who is more powerful than them. These power imbalances can lead to lopsided relationships and cause a lot of issues.

At the same time it can also be alluring. The idea of someone bigger, stronger, richer, more famous, etc. being attracted to you can make you feel like you’re the one with the real power in the relationship. That is... if the person with the advantage of power is willing to be on the other person’s level and acknowledge them as someone just as important as they are. If they don’t, then it can lead the person at a disadvantage feeling powerless, which can be pretty terrifying.

Interestingly, despite the fact that Jack is the bigger and stronger of the two, MC actually has the most power in their relationship. Jack can only communicate with MC directly, touch them, and just in general be human around them. Because they want him there, he is. They saved him from a cold hell where he was unable to sleep to escape the pain he suffered.

In a way, I think this allure of power plays a part in Jack’s attraction to MC. They have so much power over him, and they were his savior. At the same time, he physically intimidates them with his size. However, his power amounts to absolutely nothing if they don’t allow him to do anything. He can’t even touch them if they don’t permit it.

Jack is obviously aware of how intimidating his appearance and strength can be. MC, by contrast, is unaware of how much power they have over him. It’s almost funny to think they could be scared of him when he’s the one person in the world who can’t and won’t hurt them.

Well... it’d be funny if it wasn’t a concern for him. I mean... who wants to scare the person they love?

I think any time MC feels alarmed by his size and strength, Jack is immediately going to get down to eye level with them. Heck, he’d probably bow at their feet if they wanted him to. Still, I imagine he would try to avoid that since that could lead their relationship to become unhealthy.

Despite Jack being yandere and kind of messed up in the things he does, he wants MC to be happy and wants what’s best for them. I think he’s trying, as best he can, to make sure that their relationship is equal and healthy. He just, as the title of the game suggests, has something wrong with him, so his perspective might be a little skewed in places.

Another important thing Jack does multiple times in the demo is ask if MC is doing okay. He checks in on them, which is a very healthy thing to do in a relationship. He’ll be there for them whether they’re okay or not, but he wants to make them happy.

With enough time, MC should get used to Jack’s size and be less intimidated by him, especially if he immediately gets down on their level once he catches wind of them getting aware of their size difference. It would help reinforce that he isn’t going to use his size and strength against them. He pays attention to their comfort, and he genuinely cares about them. He’s going to do whatever it takes to give them what they need.

If MC just can’t calm down due to his size then Jack is going to have to talk with them about it directly, though gently. After all, that suggests a deeper issue that needs to be resolved, and it’s not good for them to feel uneasy all the time, especially around him. He’s going to want to find the root of the problem and figure out ways to make them feel more comfortable around him.

Jack doesn’t want MC intimidated by him. He just wants to love them and see them smile. He’s considerate enough to make sure that they’re comfortable and no doubt he’ll go far out of his way if he has to in order to make sure that they’re always comfortable around him.

So comfortable that they won’t even think of choosing anyone else but him.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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sammy-writes-sometimes · 17 days

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"So… were you born or made?" Skizz asks slowly.

Bdubs can't stop himself from laughing. "That's definitely a question to ask on your second date."

"Third date if you count, ya know." It makes a motion with its hand and finger, the lewd implications bringing Bdubs back to them in a clearing against a rocky slope.

"So was every affirmation you gave a date?" Bdubs asks playfully as they roll on their side, grass curling underneath them.

"You're avoiding the question, Dubs." Skizz giggles.

"Yeah, yeah, but why do you even want to know?"

"Curiosity, and I wanna see if I'm right."

The dryad huffs, moving to trace a hand over the angel's cheek.

"I was born from a leaf, happy?" They take a lighthearted tone, no true heat behind the hostile words.

"So I was right." Skizz smiles. "You seemed like the type, but– sorry, I'm getting too invasive if I ask that."

The angel wraps a wing around them. "I know their original spawns are important for most nature spirits and have to be hidden."

"It's fine…" He murmurs. "It's– well it's complicated. My birth server is closed off now, me n' my brother can return when we want, but it's not like I want to…"

Skizz smiles as it kisses his cheek. Soft and gentle, but endlessly warm.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

He hums, stopping for a moment to listen to the purr under his ear. Well, it's less of a purr and more something bird-like somehow, caught somewhere between a tiger's chuff and a songbird's trill.

"Since you already got to ask me; where did you come from? You're the only angel I've ever met and it's– I'm nosey and curious, I'd love to learn."

There's a brightness behind Skizz's eyes, barely hidden joy as he smiles.

"Do you know anything about how angels work?"

"Other than how you work down there, no."

Skizz laughs, a boisterous sort of thing as its chest shakes and rattles.

"What? It's true!" Bdubs yelps.

"True but–" It barely manages to get out. "It made me think how good you look under me, I got distracted!"

"Just answer the question, stupid."

"Okay, fine, I'm on it. Just don't complain when I keep you here for hours."

Despite the sun and the smaller worry he'd get burned, or the idea they'd be there until mobs start spawning, Bdubs can't find it in himself to be upset with that. The angel's wings, pristine and white, always looked beautiful during the day, but the idea of getting to see it at dusk almost felt dizzying.

"Deal."

Those wings shift, Skizz stretching out his arm and spreading his fingers.

"So gods, right? Those things above us all? They're real, kinda, but they need helpers so they made angels and demons." It then laughs. "Don't believe some stories, by the way. Demons aren't inherently or instinctually evil, they just sound big n' angry from living in the nether."

"How did demons get there?"

"No clue, but there's a bunch of stories and legends about what might've happened." Skizz nudges Bdubs closer to it, chuffing as it kisses him again. "But that's not really what we're here for. Maybe ask Impulse or Tango later, I'm sure they have their own legends.

"But with the gods thing, each has their own meaning and reason. You have gods of life, death, love, war, so on."

"And you?" Bdubs asks almost cautiously.

"It– it's kinda confusing to explain, but they're a god of the hearth."

"God of the what?"

"Hearth." It says as it laughs. "She's– they're kind of a protective god and a storyteller."

He brushes his hand over Skizz's cheek again, stubble scratchy under his palm. "Sometimes I forget you're something holy and important."

"I'm really not, just another guard and sorta follower of a god no one really talks about."

Bdubs moves to lay on Skizz, one hand resting on his cheek while the other lays on the angel's chest.

"I know you're already going to, but I'd love to hear more." Bdubs says softly. "About your life, this god you follow."

"I don't really follow her, angel's don't always have to." It laughs, then its feathers puff out. "Oh, do you want to hear about when I first met Dipple?"

He doesn't stop his partner, there's really no way he can as the day passes. A dulled chuff-trill under his cheek, laughter and smiles, the sunset dancing across hair and skin and reverberating off of snowy white feathers.

Neither of them really notice, trapped in story after story after story.

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Our ko-fi

#apr 10 2024 #written: nov 11-12 2023 #hc #bdubs #skizz #hermitshipping #skizzdubs #our writing

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real-jaune-isms · 1 year

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Does... Luffy Have a Crush? Can That Happen?

[In the aftermath of Film Red, the Straw Hats are sailing onwards for new adventures. For the most part, their spirits are high, but there's a notable exception. Luffy's been sitting on top of the domed crow's nest for hours, clicking at a radio transponder the entire time trying to find a station that's still broadcasting music of the 'Diva Princess'. This is very annoying for Zoro's who's been trying to do his training in the gym just below. Finally he loses his patience and climbs up to see if his captain will knock it off.]

Zoro: The hell are you doing, Luffy?

Luffy: I wanna hear more of the music... the concert got ruined and I wanna hear what she would have been singing. All that later stuff was angry and evil music, but she wanted her voice to be for songs that make the world happy. That's the singing I like, cuz it's when she's happiest.

Zoro: *sigh* After all that chaos with the music demon, I get the feeling nobody's gonna want to broadcast her music for a while. But I'm sure one of the others here has bought her songs in a record or something, we can go ask for it and you can listen to that in the bunks.

Luffy: Yeah... I guess so.

Zoro: Heh... I know you've told us from the start how much you like musicians, but this is another level. We can always just ask Brook to play something if you need a fix...

Luffy: NO! I want to hear Uta! I haven't heard her voice in a long time, and I wanna hear her sing again.

Zoro: Right, y'knew her since you were kids. Still blows my mind that you and the world's biggest idol were close like that when you were younger.

Luffy: Yeah... Shishishi!~ She got way bigger, I was sure surprised!

Zoro: Uh huh... probably because you were kids then and she's a grown woman now? I'm sure she was surprised by who you grew up into too. Tsk... maybe she had a little crush back in the day and now it's fully swooning seeing you as a man?~

*It's absolutely a joking tease, but the deer in the headlights look on Luffy's face makes him stop laughing quickly*

Luffy: That sounds like something the old lady snake talked about when I was training with Rayleigh, and Hancock would come see me... What's it mean to have a crush? I felt happier seeing Uta that I did meeting up with other friends I hadn't seen in a while, so maybe I have a crush?

Zoro: Oh my god... this can't actually be happening right now, dammit. Well, um... does it hurt that you had to say goodbye to her so soon, and you miss her a lot even though you know she's safe with her old man?

Luffy: Yeah, my chest feels tight and I wanna hear her say bye to me again, or anything else she'd wanna say.

Zoro: Oh hell I'm really gonna have to keep explaining this to him... How the hell am I supposed to describe this, I'm not the cheesy cook...

*Suddenly he envisions blue eyes giving him a playful look and hearing a gentle 'fuhuhu~', and the samurai smiles to himself*

Zoro: If you could see her again, would you want to do anything different from how the two of you hung out before?

Luffy: Yeah, probably... I don't think I could get mad if she won another eating contest like the kind we usually play. I don't know if I'd care about losing, cuz she's so happy when she wins.

Zoro: Would you give her a hug? Tell her how happy she makes you, and how much you care about her being happy?

Luffy: I would, yeah!

Zoro: And... would you want to kiss her?

Luffy: Like you do with-

Zoro: Not the point! Is it something you feel like you want to do with Uta?

Luffy: *tries to imagine being close to Uta's face and then closing the gap and feeling her lips on his. He assumes they'll taste like chicken cuz of all their eating contests, but also like strawberries~* ...I want to.

Zoro: Then that's a crush. And I think it may turn into you loving her if you're not careful~

Luffy: I love a lotta things, why would I have to be careful about it with her?

Zoro: It's a different kind of love, the love where you wanna do those exact things and probably some others. But don't worry about it right now, let's just go down to check with the rest of the crew. We still gotta find you a record of your girlfriend singing~

Luffy: *sits where he is for another minute just smiling at the sky* Shishishi... I love Uta~

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #Uta #one piece uta #luffy x uta #roronoa zoro #just a sprinkling of #zorobin #because I can't help myself #one piece shipping #the months since film red have warped my feelings on their dynamic #yes this is a version where uta lived #one piece film red

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happyocelot · 2 years

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For Naruhina who is more protective?

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

Who is more protective?

Hard to quantify, since we know that both are willing to give their lives for the other. Usually the fandom thinks of Hinata as being softer and Naruto as being rougher in terms of protectiveness, i.e. Naruto would be angry at people who attacked Hinata and Hinata would be the type to soothe and comfort, which is fine and true and I like that too, you know.

But I'd like to point out the reverse happens too. When people start doubting Naruto's abilities, Hinata actually gets angry. Take a look at this.

She's clearly scowling in displeasure at this comment. Like, Hinata is a sweet, kind, gentle person who doesn't like fighting, but that doesn't mean she displays zero anger or negative emotions ever. Remember how she ripped Hanabi's eyes out of Toneri's sockets? I like this nuance. She is very, very protective of her loved ones. A gentle fist is still a fist.

And likewise, Naruto is a brash, rough person with a huge competitive streak towards certain people. But with Hinata? He's sweet, tender, gentle, and kind.

He doesn't treat her roughly, ever. He cradles her hand and pulls spiderwebs from her hair and lets her drink water from his hands. Essentially, he's doing the sort of things you would think a person of Hinata's personality would do.

So Hinata can be a bit rough and protective and Naruto can be soft and protective. And vice versa.

It's a balance in terms of protective behavior, I'd say.

#anon #asks #naruhina #hyuuga hinata #uzumaki naruto #naruto

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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...Maybe... Pegging Nine, Shigaraki & Mr. Compress headcanons, pls...?~

(Maybe? How about "YES"!!!)

~Pegging Nine/Shigaraki/Compress~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

~Nine~

-His biggest thing when dating is that you two are fully transparent with each other. He's patient and understanding with you. He feels it's very important in the relationship to be understanding and open while still having your own boundaries as well. He doesn't draw too far of a line when it comes to the bedroom other than having a threesome (he'll admit to being far too jealous to allow any other hands to roam you beside himself). So when you brought up your newest request to him you weren't surprised that he wanted to try it with you. His only request is of course to be gentle with him since it would be his first time doing this kind of thing. IF you take his advice and do it slow then he'll make sure to hold out before giving you his full opinion on things. You've got to admit he makes the best expressions and sounds when you drive him crazy for once. After he finally cums for you (and catches his breath) he'll likely ask for a second round if you're down for it. I'd say he likes it more than you think he would and it probably becomes a regular thing in the relationship.

~Shigaraki~

-No no no nope no way. He actually gets angry when you bring it up. He's spoiled in the relationship. He has to be the king of the castle at all times no matter what. In other words: he's always on top of whatever it is. To be honest, he rarely allows you to give him blowjobs unless he asks for them specifically. He's a little selfish so it's going to take a lot for him to let you have the reigns one day. Finally that day comes if you're patient enough to wait on it. He's never going to admit to you that he loved the way you made him writhe underneath your touch, or the way he felt so full when you went inside of him. He's stubborn but that's okay. You don't need his words when his expressions show you everything you want to know. To your surprise he grumbles to you about it a week later. "Hmm what was that???" You smile at him smugly as he scoffs and turns his face away from you, cheeks dusted pink from embarrassment. "I said fuck me with it…hurry up. I don't have all day." He tries to seem aggressive but it's not working. You know under there that he's needy as can be. Lucky for him, you're not selfish and ready to give him every single inch.

~Mr. Compress~

-It might be a little tricky at first. He says yes but his face is so honest. You can tell he's not sure about it from his expression. He's not scared but definitely unsure and probably uncomfortable about it. If you're his partner I'm sure you put it away. "My love?" He sits up and stares at you. "Sako I'm not going to force this on you if you're not truly ready. I can read you like a book when you're not wearing that damned mask." You joke with him and he laughs lightly before sighing. "Apologies, I just need a little more time to think on it." You nod at him crawl under the blanket to cuddle. "Take all the time you need, my love." You forget about it since it's been about a month or so. It's not until you're in the middle of having sex with him one night when he drops it on you. "I want it…" You don't hesitate to hop into action for him. Needless to say, you left him breathless. After he ruins the blanket underneath you (and regains his breath) he flips it on you and fucks the living daylights out of you. "An eye for an eye." He's likely going to want more of that strap later in the week so keep an eye out. Who knew he wanted to be pegged so often?

#headcanon #smut #minor dni #minors dni #tomura shigaraki #sako atsuhiro #bnha nine #league of villains #lov

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casspurrjoybell-25 · 8 months

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ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS - Chapter 19

*Warning: Adult Content*

The next couple days in the cabin with Dylan were wonderful.

They spent the time relaxing in front of the fire, finishing off the Thanksgiving leftovers and spending plenty of time in bed.

But despite all of that, Jayce was starting to get restless.

He wanted to explore Winthrop.

They weren't trapped in this cabin like they would have been if they were still in the mountains, so he wanted to take advantage of that and do more things with Dylan.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked Dylan, plopping down beside him on the couch.

"I was thinking since the holiday is over and all the businesses will be open again, we can get ingredients for baking so I can teach you. And I still want to check out that candy and ice cream shop."

Dylan glanced over at him.

"They don't sell ice cream in the winter. That part of the shop is closed down until summer."

"That's fine. It's way too cold for ice cream anyway. But I bet the candy section is nice and cozy."

"Can we put it off for another day or two?" Dylan asked.

"Why? Is there something else you need to do today?"

"No."

Confused, he raised an eyebrow.

"Then why?"

"I don't want to go into town. You know why that is."

"But I'll be with you the whole time. It'll be okay."

Dylan avoided looking at him. "

They'll still stare at me. I don't feel like dealing with that today."

He couldn't help but feel disappointed.

He really wanted to go into town and he thought that if Dylan had someone else with him it would be a better experience for Dylan.

"Please? We don't have to stay that long. Can we just go to the candy shop and the store? I don't need to see anything else in town today."

"I don't know."

"You can't just avoid other people for the rest of your life."

"They avoid me," Dylan protested, his voice gruff.

Jayce sighed and sat back on the couch.

He wasn't looking forward to what he was about to say to Dylan but after knowing him for almost two months and seeing all sides of him, this needed to be said.

"Yes, people avoid you but it's not just because you're huge and have a scar on your face. It's your whole demeanor."

Dylan bristled immediately, a glare already forming on his face.

Jayce tried to tread carefully.

He wanted the best for Dylan and he wanted to be able to spend time with Dylan in town, not just hidden away inside.

"I know people have treated you poorly and that would make anyone put up a wall but you look angry a lot of the time," he continued.

"That's just how my face is."

"But not all the time. You have a nice smile, and when you do smile you look like a different person. I want the Dylan I see to be the Dylan everyone else sees. I know how gentle and kind you are and I want everyone else to know too."

Dylan's face was still set in a glare, his brown eyes seeming darker than usual.

He really did look intimidating when he was angry or annoyed.

"Dylan, you have your murder face on right now," he told him. "If I didn't know you, I'd be scared."

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Dylan growled. "I don't like being stared at."

"Look, I don't want to tell you to smile more, but a quick smile and nod at someone would help a lot. Or telling them to have a nice day and being polite. I know you haven't had good experiences with people but you have to try."

Dylan looked down at the floor, and Jayce could feel the frustration radiating off of him in waves.

"You don't know what it's like," Dylan mumbled. "It's not that easy."

"No, I don't know what it's like," he admitted. "And I'm not trying to offend you. I want to help you and I want you to be happy. These are things I've noticed about you and even if it sucks for you to hear it, I'm telling you because I care about you. I want things to get better for you."

He reached over and began rubbing Dylan's back, trying to soothe him and show Dylan that he cared.

Dylan sat quietly for a moment but then he pushed himself to his feet.

"I'm going for a walk. I want to be alone for a while."

As the front door shut loudly behind Dylan, Jayce slumped back against the couch.

He felt terrible.

He wasn't a confrontational person and even though he was trying to go easy on Dylan, clearly he had overstepped and upset him.

Dylan trudged through the residential streets around his cabin, keeping his head down and hoping no one would notice him.

He knew Jayce hadn't meant to hurt him but his words had hurt nonetheless.

It didn't help that he was already worried about Jayce leaving.

Not knowing when it was happening was nerve racking and made him feel like he was going to have his entire world pulled out from under him in the blink of an eye.

He should have known he'd never be good enough for Jayce.

Jayce deserved someone who would happily go into town with him, holding his hand and buying him all the hot chocolate and candy he wanted.

Jayce deserved someone he could be proud to be seen with, not a freak show who everyone would stare at.

And now, Jayce probably thought he didn't care enough about him because he wouldn't take him into town.

It's not that he didn't want to do that for Jayce.

He was scared.

The further he walked, the more he sank into despair.

He wasn't capable of changing enough to be what Jayce needed or be what anyone needed.

It was all too much.

He didn't know how to undo years of neglect and being ignored by society and be a normal person.

He wasn't even sure what love was and if he was capable of showing it to someone else.

The one thing he did know for certain was that no one could ever love him.

When he finally made his way back to the cabin, Jayce was still sitting on the couch.

Jayce looked up as soon as he heard the door open and gave him a hesitant smile.

"Hey."

"Hey," he mumbled as he hung his coat by the door.

He gathered his courage and went to sit down beside Jayce on the couch.

At the very least, he and Jayce needed to talk about when Jayce was going back to Seattle.

"I'm sorry," Jayce said immediately. "I shouldn't have pushed you. We can take everything slower."

This made him feel even worse.

Jayce shouldn't have to compromise and limit himself just because Dylan didn't like being around people.

"What do you think about only going to the grocery store today so we can get the baking ingredients? Then we can spend the rest of the day here making cupcakes together."

Dylan nodded.

He could at least give Jayce that and he really did want to learn how to bake.

"I have something to ask you. You stayed to have Thanksgiving with me but I thought you were leaving after that. Are you staying a few more days?"

Jayce's soft smile faded.

"I'm not sure. I know I probably need to get back eventually, or I at least need to buy a charger for my phone so I can check on a few things. Do you want me to leave? Am I overstaying my welcome at this point?"

"No, you're not."

He didn't know how to ask Jayce to stay longer and it felt hopeless to ask if Jayce could come back to visit him or if he could visit Jayce.

He wasn't sure if Jayce would want to see him again, especially now that he had shown he was too afraid and too stubborn to go into town or do anything in public.

Before either of them could speak, there was a knock at the door.

Dylan got up, not knowing who could possibly be on the other side. His neighbors had never spoken to him.

When he opened the door, he was caught off guard to see two police officers standing there.

Whatever they were here for, he suspected it wasn't going to be good for him.

It wouldn't be the first time someone in this area had reported him as a suspicious person simply because he had been walking around.

"Are you Dylan Miller?" one of them asked.

"Yes."

"We're looking into a missing persons report. Twenty-seven year old white male named Jayce. The Forest Service said you had a lost backpacker in your cabin up in the mountains and that you were going to bring him down when the weather cleared."

"Yeah. He's here."

He stepped back so the officers could see Jayce sitting inside the cabin.

"We'd like to talk to him," one of the officers said.

He let them in, confused about what was going on.

Jayce had said he didn't have anything to be back for, so he didn't understand why they were referring to Jayce as a missing person.

"Jayce Williams?"

"Yeah, that's me," Jayce replied, getting up from the couch.

The two officers glanced at each other.

"Your family reported you missing a week ago."

"Oh," Jayce said, seeming confused. "Why would they... oh, uh, I haven't checked my phone since early October. It's dead. I guess they must have called me at some point."

"Are you the backpacker who was lost?"

"Yeah, that was me," Jayce admitted, looking sheepish.

One of the officers kept an eye on Dylan when he asked Jayce the next question.

"Are you being held against your will?"

Dylan's heart sank upon hearing the question.

Of course they would think that.

He was always seen as dangerous.

"No," Jayce exclaimed. "Dylan was going to bring me down from his cabin a couple weeks ago but I decided to stay."

One of the officers furrowed his brow.

"So you chose to stay in the mountains and now it looks like you're staying here too? You didn't think your family would be worried?"

"Not really. We don't talk much. And being in a cabin in the mountains has been a nice break from the rest of my life. That's why I haven't even bothered to find a charger for my phone. And I thought I was only going to be backpacking for a week, so I didn't tell anyone where I was going. Dylan saved me from freezing to death. He wasn't holding me captive or anything crazy like that."

The officers still looked suspicious, so Jayce continued talking.

"I got laid off from my job and I'm in between apartments. I wanted to get away from it all. But I'll definitely get my phone working again and get in touch with my family."

As the officers continued to talk with Jayce and ask a few follow-up questions, Dylan felt his heart break.

Jayce made it sound like this was a fun, unexpected vacation for him and he was only staying out here to avoid everything else in his life.

There was no mention of Jayce staying because Jayce wanted to be with him.

He probably didn't want to anymore, not after he realized how difficult it was going to be to work around all of Dylan's problems.

When the officers finally left, Jayce turned towards him, his face red.

"Wow. That was silly. I feel stupid now for causing all this trouble. There was a whole missing persons bulletin out on me that was sent to all the state agencies. I'm glad you told the Forest Service you had a backpacker in your cabin or else I think no one would have had any idea where I could be."

Dylan said nothing.

He didn't trust himself to speak.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jayce asked.

He just shook his head and turned away.

He felt like everything was falling apart and he wished he could snowshoe back up to his mountain cabin and hide from the world.

"Don't do that," Jayce said. "Don't shut down and shut me out. Everything's all cleared up now. I just need to buy a phone charger so I can call my parents. You're not in any trouble if that's what you're worried about."

"You don't get it," Dylan mumbled, his voice low and gruff. "Everyone thinks the worst of me."

"It was just a misunderstanding. And not everyone thinks the worst of you. I certainly don't."

He shook his head again.

He was spiraling and he knew it but the only way he could cope with this was by self destructing and pushing everyone away, including Jayce.

"You couldn't even admit that you stayed because of me."

Jayce's jaw dropped.

"I didn't say anything about that because I didn't want to out you. It's a conservative area and I don't want to make anything difficult for you. It should be your choice."

"Things are already difficult for me," he shot back, his hands forming fists by his sides. "You'll never understand. You have a family that cares about you, but you talk about them like they don't. Clearly they want you around but you take that for granted and act like no one will notice you're missing."

"I didn't think they'd notice," Jayce protested. "I told you about them forgetting to send me a Christmas card and how they care more about my brother and his family. I've only spent Thanksgiving with them a couple of times after college. I really didn't think they wanted me around."

"You're oblivious," Dylan growled. "We're not the same. Your parents being disappointed you're gay and paying more attention to your straight brother isn't anywhere close to my parents beating me and neglecting me."

"I wasn't trying to say it was," Jayce yelled, a note of frustration in his voice. "I'm sorry. I didn't know this was going to happen and I didn't know you wanted me to tell the police I was staying because I like you."

"Is that why you're staying? Or is it just pity?"

Jayce looked around the room in disbelief.

"Where is all this coming from?"

Dylan closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing.

He knew he should stop but he was overwhelmed and upset that Jayce was going to be gone soon anyway.

Jayce wasn't his to keep.

He might as well rip off the band-aid right now and get it over with.

He was going to be alone no matter what.

No one wanted him or cared about him.

If he was missing, no one would even notice.

He took a deep breath.

"You just think no one loves you. For me, that's actually true. You should go. Check in with your family and get your life back on track."

Jayce's eyes were glistening.

"That's not true."

"There's a local guy who gives people rides to the Seattle airport. I'll call him and he can probably drop you off wherever you want in Seattle."

"Seriously?" Jayce said, his voice raised. "Why won't you ever let me all the way in? I want to talk about this so I understand how you feel but you're not even giving me a chance."

Dylan felt his throat tighten with emotion and he turned his back to Jayce and went to retrieve his own ancient cell phone.

He found the number for the guy with the shuttle service and made the call.

The silence between him and Jayce was deafening as Jayce packed up the few things he had.

Jayce wouldn't look at him and when he had his coat on and his pack slung over his shoulder, he went outside to wait on the porch of the cabin.

Dylan paced the cabin, the reality of the situation sinking in.

He was going to be alone again and it was all his fault.

He wanted to beg Jayce not to go, that he'd made a mistake and he wanted Jayce to stay here with him.

But he couldn't speak the words.

Maybe Jayce liked him enough to hook up with him out here but he didn't think Jayce would still like him in the real world.

Not when Jayce had normal, well-adjusted guys to choose from, guys who were more attractive and wouldn't scare everyone they came into contact with.

When he heard the shuttle van in his driveway, he walked over to the window and watched as the driver greeted Jayce.

They put Jayce's pack in the back of the van but before Jayce got in, he hesitated. Jayce looked back at the cabin for a moment but then he lowered his head and got into the van.

"Don't go," Dylan whispered.

He watched from the window as the van backed down his driveway and disappeared down the road.

Then he sank to his knees as the tears blurred his eyes.

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husbandomail · 1 year

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Hi there, Jojo! I'm the previous anon's friend who asked about the matchups and I would like to humbly ask you for a matchup please? Thank you!

Gender: Female (afab), she/her/hers

Series: Bakugan, Jojo (any parts , just no villains please EXCEPT FOR La Squadra) and Digimon!

Match-Up Preferrence: I'm actualily biromantic asexual and I like both but I usually lean more on towards guys!

Personality:

Oh boy,,,, I don't honestly know how to start this one but my personality depends on the people I'm usually around with but so far my sister has described my personality can be 'extreme, that has no in between' like I can be extremely nice but also can be extremely mean but I have more to me than meets the eye actually! Here are some of my traits listed down (I would describe this the way most people would describe it like the ones we see on character profiles but anyways)

For the positive ones I have:

-smart

-introspective

-looks out for others

-kind

-creative

-funny

-ambitious

-determined

-charming

-brings positive energy to conversations

-seems to speak with gentle words

-willing to change

-sticks to personal opinions but is happy to learn from a mistake (if spoken to nicely and not yelled at)

-empathetic

-loyal

-will do anything for their loved ones

-humble

-stands up for what's right and will fight someone for you (not in a literal way but it still counts) and will not hesitate to defend them or call the person out on their bs

-curious

-is the designated 'chaotic wine aunt/gremlin/ mom friend'

-brave

-understanding and very wise

Negative ones:

-spends a lot of time in my head than being down to earth

-gives out advices to other people but never follows them

-always has to prove people wrong

-sarcastic at times

-cynical

-procrastinates

-has to rely on other people's opinions to see who I really am because I dont know who I am at certain days

-sharp-tongued

-tends to forget about other people and or forgets to do certain things but always says 'I'll do it later' (its bc of my adhd)

-people always assume that I have low EQ

-often, if not, commonly perceived as grumpy and always angry

-stubborn but not reckless

-is either cautious or too trusting of people at times to the point it just becomes a mess

-introverted

-sometimes would prefer the easy way out than the hard road taken

-seen as scatter-brained

-pretends everything is okay when clearly, it's not

-doesnt want to be seen or perceived as weak

-too independent and believes that I can do everything by myself when in reality I just don't like asking people for help because I think I'm a bother to them

-has the mindset that no one will love me for me

-likes love but is afraid to be with someone to avoid getting hurt or hurting someone

Passions, Hobbies and Goals:

-Well as of now, my main goal is to finish up college and become successful and be rich eventually but also I'd also love to like, if ever I got to like have enough money, be able to donate it to organisations that need it and whatnot and I'm a huge supporter and advocate for animal welfare, rights for minorities, women's rights and everything in between as long as they're honest and provide receipts.

Though I dont exactly like do work like they do, for example, field work, I just want to help out in any way I can and the best thing I could do is to spread awareness and talk about these kinds of issues whenever I can (and once I have like sufficient knowledge about the topic itself)

As for my hobbies, I got lots of them to the point my grandma says I'm the jack of all trades but the master of none. Most of them are artistic exploitations such as drawing, listening to music (or playing music since I have like instruments of my own), writing, crafting, cooking and reading, I also like learning about the occult and I usually dabble with divination and astrology and I collect stuff like funko pops and books but I'm usually seen on my phone and being on social media where I shitpost memes to my friends and talking to them or I'm playing games like Stardew Valley!

I think that's about it! Thank you, Jojo! Hope you have a great day/night/afternoon! 💕💕💕😘😘😘🌸🌸🌸✨✨✨

I apologize for taking so long, please thank your friend for her patience with me!

I’d pair you with Gus Grav!

I’ll admit, getting to know each other would be rough at first— it’s very difficult to get past his emotional walls, and the way you’re always running at full throttle in any direction might be a bit much for him until you both know each other better. That being said, he manages to work alongside someone like Shadow Prove, so you’ve got a good shot at working your way into his life.

Once the two of you properly get to know each other, Gus quietly admits to himself that he prefers your company over some of his coworkers; even some of the traits you call negative appeal to him. You’re both introverted, meaning you know when he needs to be left alone; you might think being sharp-tongued is a negative, but he thinks it’s amusing when you whittle Lync’s ego down to size. He also appreciates your general introspective nature— he’s spent far too long with a group of impulsive idiots, so it’s refreshing to have someone who can sit back and strategize together.

We know Gus is interested in humanity, so he’d find your hobbies really interesting no matter what; yeah sure, the vestals have music and art, but there’s just something different when you’re the one doing it. He’d love to watch you sketch and paint, or sit quietly and listen to you practicing instruments whether you’re good or bad with them. He’ll also listen intently whenever you discuss astrology— he might not believe in it himself, but Earth has constellations far different from the ones he’d grown up with, and he’s curious about what you believe in them.

Gus really is willing to work around a lot of things for the people he loves. Once you’re in his life, he’s much more patient than he would’ve been otherwise; he’s observant enough to notice when you’re quietly slipping back into yourself and away from the world around you. Gus is also introspective and keeps to himself, so he’s willing to make a deal on that front— he’ll be open about everything with you, but only if you do the same in turn. It’s difficult to be vulnerable, especially when you’re so used to being isolated and alone, but the two of you can grow past that together.

#matchups #haven't done one of these in awhile!#these are fun lmao

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lavvys-headcanons · 2 years

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Hi, is matchups still open? If yes then I'd love to request one, if not then just ignore this.

I'm a quiet girl, even with my closest friends I'm quiet and wouldn't talk, unless be talked to, or I will sit in comfortable silence for almost an hour. But if you let me talk about my favorite things? I will RANT and SPAM you with my lately favorite animes, comics, movies like non-stop. I'm more talkative in words, sometimes speak in memes.

Kinda have anxiety, when there is too many things to handle or it's new to me, then I will be very nervous and worry about lots of things. I get nervous when there's someone angry in the same room, it's like I can taste the anger in the air, then I start to afraid they are annoying and angry at me.

Sometimes I write, mostly are fanfics or short ideas. Most of my free time fill with animes, comics and movies, and chat with friends about meaning behind scenes or characters' move.

I like to wear oversized tops and jeans.

I also enjoy trivia about any general, science and math related might confuse me but still I'm happy to listen about it.

My work is about helping people whom in need, and I'm trying to stay kind and gentle, since this work requires a lot of emotional labor(some people are not very...reasonable), it can be drained at the end of the day. In my friends opinion seems like I'm doing a good job, I hope so.

Hope my English wouldn't confuse you, it isn't my native language, hope my writing isn't as bad as my speaking (Kinda thick accent and weird pronunciation).

And last, you are very awesome! Your writing brings comfort to me, which is what I need lately, I wish you nice days and nights :)

ᰔI Match You With Papyrus!ᰔ

To start off with, if you didn’t want to talk at any given moment, he’d be okay with it!

Surprisingly very welcoming of just sitting in silence with his beloveds.

Listens to everything you say, literally could recite anything you tell him, he is the GREAT PAPYRUS afterall!

Won’t understand most the memes you reference until later when he tells Sans about it and he stores it in the back of his mind for later.

He isn’t the best at comforting an anxious person, but he’ll do anything you want him to do to try and help!

On top of it, to prevent anxiety, he tries to steer you away from his cousins when they’re throwing their tantrums!

When he decides to take the rare time off from working, he’ll want to look at stuff you write, movies you like, all that jazz!

He thinks everything you make is a masterpiece! (As he should!)

He isn’t that good at trivia and can be a bit air-headed sometimes, but will be your personal cheerleader!

He’ll definitely lend you his “Cool Dude” shirt, he thinks you’re the coolest! Plus it’ll be baggy since he’s 7 feet tall or whatever!

He also kinda works with people, so he’ll know how hard it may be.

Before going to work, know damn well he’ll give you words of encouragement to start your day off on a good note!

ᰔI hope you liked it! And don’t worry about your English, I understood it perfectly! Lastly, aww thank you that’s very sweet of you to say! I hope my writing can continue to comfort people!ᰔ

#matchup #undertale x reader #papyrus x reader

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Top 5 Dr Characters. Not exclusively to Triggrr Happy Havoc and characters are good

Oooh, this one is hard! I have a ton of characters I like, but favorites? That one is tricky. Well, obviously it's clear who my two favs are, but the rest, ha.

Here is a tentative list, though only the top three are my all time favs. (Note: There will be mild spoilers for DR 2 here, since I've finished watching the Game Grumps playthrough. Just saying. Oh, and DR, but I figured that'd be a given, ha.)

I'll put this under a read more, since it's a bit long. ^-^

Ask me my “TOP 5/TOP 10” anything!

5. I'll go with Sakura. I really like her character design and her personality. I like the strong and stoic types, the ones who look like they'll be tough and closed off but are actually really gentle and kind. I don't have too much to say about her, but overall I just really like her vibe.

4. I think this one would be Fuyuhiko, since I like how he started off angry and closed off from the group, but after what happened with Peko he began opening up and was actually a contributing member of the group. It's kind of like what I had wanted to happen with Byakuya in the first game, ha. I had considered putting Hina, but while I do like her character, I honestly wouldn't call her a favorite... She definitely is up there, though.

3. Now this is a legit favorite. Gundham Tanaka, Supreme Overlord of Ice!!! HA, I LOVE this dude. If not for Taka and Mondo, he'd be my favorite. I have two guinea pigs, and while they're definitely not hamsters, I've taken to calling them my Two Dark Devas of Destruction. They like it, I'm sure. ^-^ But he's super cool, and he acts all tough but gets flustered like any teenage boy, ha. I still have to watch all his FTE and see his dialogue for the Island mode, so I don't know too much about him other than what was in the main game, but even still. Love this dude. I also think his motive for what he did was a lot more noble than most.

1 & 1: Both Taka and Mondo are split for my favorite, since I really like them both for different reasons.

I love Mondo because even despite his flaws, he is still shown to be a good, somewhat righteous character, following his own moral code religiously. He also seems like he's gonna be this cool, tough, aloof character, but he's actually a huge f-ing dork. And while yeah, he did kill someone, I do like how the game had him acknowledge it and own up in the end. I think he was the only one in the first game to have someone else do his Bullet Time Battle/Panic Talk Action (whatever it's called), which I do kind of like. There's a lot more I love about Mondo, but if I talk about it all, we'd be here all day, ha.

Now, Taka, on the other hand, I really like because his sense of morality is not absolute. By which I mean, he is willing to accept that he does not know everything and accepts when something he believed in is not actually right. Like when he's talking to Makoto in one of the FTE and Makoto tells him that the purpose of watching TV or playing games is to relate to other people. While he accepts it in his own, weird way, relating it to things he already knows and is comfortable with (studying), he still is willing to acknowledge his failings and learn from his mistakes. A lot of characters like Taka I've seen are portrayed as the authority of righteousness or something, rarely backing down from their position, even when confronted by something that counters their belief. Taka, however, was shown to be the kind of person to fight strongly for what he believes in, but will back down and correct himself when proven wrong, like with Mondo. I really, really like that in his character. Honestly, I never would have thought I'd like Taka when I first started watching the game, since like I said, I'm not usually the biggest fan of overly stuck up, moral characters. But Taka is different, and is very sweet in his own way.

But the main reason I have Taka and Mondo as a joint number 1 is because I like them both more because of their dynamic together. If they didn't have each other in the game, I don't think I'd like either quite as much. In fact, I definitely don't think I'd like Danganronpa nearly as much either. I certainly wouldn't be here, almost two years later, still posting about it. But having them start off as seemingly opposite, only to learn that they actually have way more in common than you'd think? It's such a great dynamic to me. Even if it were only platonic, it's still such a good relationship to one another. They balance one another out in such a great way, and I kind of wish we could have seen their dynamic more in canon. Oh well, that's what fanfic is for, am I right??? But that's why I always have them be parallels to one another in my writing. It's a great dynamic that I adore.

Also! An honorable mention would have to be Nekomaru and mini Nekomaru. He's such an awesome character, ha. He's very similar to Sakura to me, though less stoic and more loose. His dynamic with Akane is so sweet, I love it. Also, mini Nekomaru is hilarious, I love him. I also... kind of like Kazuichi?? I dislike how gross he is with Sonia, but otherwise he's kind of a fun character, ha.

Thanks for the ask!! This was fun. :-D

#Ask answers #mondo owada #danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #Now ask me my least favorite DR characters #That's a fun list ha

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