#if I went to high school with him he'd be my least favorite person in the entire world

[thelaughtercafe]

Inevitable*

Tea Type: Black Coffee with a Shot of Espresso

Potential Triggers: Yandere Nagito, non-con for tickling and cuddling/forced kissing, manipulation of Reader's tickle kink against them, Reader has a pre-established Ultimate if that bothers you.

Pairing: Yandere! Nagito/F! Reader

Length: 1.3k+

Summary: Nagito had been kind and there for you, all throughout your school years. The last thing you expected was him to lock you away. He'd been persistent, but not broken you. Until now. If only his luck wasn't so powerful.

You were an angel. There was no other way to describe you. Not to Nagito. You'd been kind to him when he didn't deserve it, always fussing over him in school whenever you'd feel his upset. You were the Ultimate Empath- and he considered you the only person who truly understood him in the world. 

So when the world fell to despair, through the actions of he and his friends? Well, he couldn't just…not protect his own personal hope. Right?

And yet…you'd done nothing but make him spiral into despair all the more. You were scared of him. Of what he felt and made you feel. It caused guilt and resentment build up in him all at once and his illnesses, on top of being an Ultimate Despair now certainly didn't help his self control any. He missed your smile. He'd do anything to see you beam at him again, to bestow the gift of your beautiful hope upon him. 

It was then that his luck finally struck. 

He had been having a cuddling session with you- not your favorite part of the day but his by a wide margin. You were still chained to his bed by your leg of course- he had to keep you safe. But it was soothing to feel your skin and cloth against his own. 

It was when your breath hitched unnaturally that it piqued his interest. He had been absentmindedly stroking your stomach and humming when he noticed. Your shirt had ridden up a little. He paused a moment and then continued to hum, even as his mind spun. 

'What could have caused you to react in such a way, my hope? I have to know.'

He allowed his fingers to flutter lower, like he believed they did and this time you jolted in his arms and let out a high pitched squeak. He couldn't help his smirk as he leaned down to purr into your ear, your body now tense as a spring, not breathing. 

"Ah I see now. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, now would you love?"

"W-What me? No way! You're imagining things Nagi- l-let's just go back to cuddling okay? I was finally starting to fall asleep!"

You had turned to pout at him and Nagito could admit, you had always been a gifted performer. But he knew you better than anyone else- and he was going to take full advantage of this exciting discovery, no matter what. May as well use your lying as an excuse to punish you.  Maybe it would lead you into the depths of despair? He hoped so, because then he could be the one to inspire you to ascend to the echelons of hope and you would finally treasure him as he did you. 

"It's not nice to lie to your boyfriend, you know that?"

He was quiet a moment and then you felt air on your ear, intentionally this time which made you squirm and press your lips together in denial, now firmly turned away from him. 

Now it was his turn to pout. 

"Aww no fair! I haven't seen your smile in so long. You're going to show it to me."

His voice lowered, in that dangerous way that always gave you chills but you shook your head anyway, burrowing your face further into the soft bed as butterflies went wild in your stomach. 

You never would've imagined this whole situation. Less than a year ago you were perfectly content at Hope's Peak Academy. Or at least you think it was less than a year. Nagito didn't exactly keep you updated on the time or date. He'd always been kind to you, and you were close with him and the others. But for this to happen…it brought you despair as you'd never known. And you couldn't fathom it bringing you hope. No matter how much Nagito claimed otherwise. 

Truthfully, you'd always had a crush on Nagito. He was so attentive and kind; always looking out for his friends without a second thought. Not to mention, he was smart and you'd always found intelligence a sexy trait. But…things were changed now. He was still the boy you knew- but he was more sadistic than you ever fathomed he could be. His intelligence was now used to keep you hidden here. He was even prone to threats of telling the others where you were, if you struggled too much. He never got violent- but his punishments were of a different sort. Touch when you didn't want it. Your mandatory "cuddle sessions" were lengthened- and if you screamed or cursed at him- he'd shut you up with a hard kiss to the lips more than once. Eyes half-lidded and cruel as he stroked your face. 

"There's no point in raising your voice. You belong with me. You'll come to see it in time. I know you feel it too."

Perhaps the most frightening thing of all, was that some part of you knew he was right. You'd liked him back in high school, and still found him physically attractive even now. How much longer could you keep up the facade of hatred? The silent treatment? He was all you had left in the wake of the Tragedy, after all. Plus…now he was doing this ? You’d done so well at hiding your kink. No-one knew of it. You damned his luck to the darkest pit of Hell as he forced you up to face him with a pull of your shoulder, moving quickly to straddle your waist. 

Perceptive grey eyes bore into your expression as he analyzed the blush on your face, the hitch of your breath, and then he smirked. 

“Ha, I knew it. You like this.”

“N-No I-”

He cuts you off by sealing your lips together and, for perhaps the first time you kiss back. You think inwardly it’s because this is better than him finding out your tickle kink- but even you doubt the reasoning. 

He pulled back to grin cheerily at you, chuckling in a carefree manner. 

"Now, what did I just say about lying?  Naughty brat. You'll have to be punished for that."

He gave an exaggerated sigh, shrugging as if the situation was out of his hands. 

"And I was so nice, giving you a second chance too…oh well. Can't be helped."

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to protest but then his fingers were spidering up your sides to scribble at your ribs. 

You burst into laughter instead, trying to squirm and weakly shove him off. 

"Noohohoho!! Nagito! Not this plhehehehehease! It's too soon!" 

His answering laughter was light and melodic as he moved to squeeze at your sides. 

"Aw but you're so cute like this!"

He leaned down, lips meeting your neck before he whispered in your ear, oversensitivity making even that tickle as you flinched and tried to pull away. 

"Don't worry. I won't do anything "below the belt", so to speak, until you consent. I'm not a complete monster. This is definitely my new favorite punishment method though. Besides, there's plenty of spots to explore, even without going there."

You felt his lips upturn into a smirk, as he nibbled experimentally at your neck. 

"...If you get excited because of it? That's just a bonus. It'll make your true feelings for me all the stronger. After all, I'm the one making you feel this way."

Nagito finally pulled back, leaving you gasping and trembling. He smirked at you, the dominant glare in his eyes making you feel weak in the knees. You were running out of fight and he could tell in the way he sneered down at you. He knew he held all the power. 

"It also makes you a liar though. All that bluster and loud denial. I knew it was an act. Good thing I know just how to punish you for it now, huh? Let's see where you're most ticklish, shall we my hope? We have a long night ahead of us."

Well…at least you're at the hands of Nagito. It could be worse. He'd told you of the despair your shared friends and classmates had created. Of what he'd done. 

You were to be nothing but a toy for your old friends' whims until you eventually broke, just as he wanted. You could only resist for so long. 

Perhaps it had been inevitable. 

You were an angel. There was no other way to describe you. Not to Nagito. You'd been kind to him when he didn't deserve it, always fussing over him in school whenever you'd feel his upset. You were the Ultimate Empath- and he considered you the only person who truly understood him in the world. 

So when the world fell to despair, through the actions of he and his friends? Well, he couldn't just…not protect his own personal hope. Right?

And yet…you'd done nothing but make him spiral into despair all the more. You were scared of him. Of what he felt and made you feel. It caused guilt and resentment build up in him all at once and his illnesses, on top of being an Ultimate Despair now certainly didn't help his self control any. He missed your smile. He'd do anything to see you beam at him again, to bestow the gift of your beautiful hope upon him. 

It was then that his luck finally struck. 

He had been having a cuddling session with you- not your favorite part of the day but his by a wide margin. You were still chained to his bed by your leg of course- he had to keep you safe. But it was soothing to feel your skin and cloth against his own. 

It was when your breath hitched unnaturally that it piqued his interest. He had been absentmindedly stroking your stomach and humming when he noticed. Your shirt had ridden up a little. He paused a moment and then continued to hum, even as his mind spun. 

'What could have caused you to react in such a way, my hope? I have to know.'

He allowed his fingers to flutter lower, like he believed they did and this time you jolted in his arms and let out a high pitched squeak. He couldn't help his smirk as he leaned down to purr into your ear, your body now tense as a spring, not breathing. 

"Ah I see now. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, now would you love?"

"W-What me? No way! You're imagining things Nagi- l-let's just go back to cuddling okay? I was finally starting to fall asleep!"

You had turned to pout at him and Nagito could admit, you had always been a gifted performer. But he knew you better than anyone else- and he was going to take full advantage of this exciting discovery, no matter what. May as well use your lying as an excuse to punish you.  Maybe it would lead you into the depths of despair? He hoped so, because then he could be the one to inspire you to ascend to the echelons of hope and you would finally treasure him as he did you. 

"It's not nice to lie to your boyfriend, you know that?"

He was quiet a moment and then you felt air on your ear, intentionally this time which made you squirm and press your lips together in denial, now firmly turned away from him. 

Now it was his turn to pout. 

"Aww no fair! I haven't seen your smile in so long. You're going to show it to me."

His voice lowered, in that dangerous way that always gave you chills but you shook your head anyway, burrowing your face further into the soft bed as butterflies went wild in your stomach. 

You never would've imagined this whole situation. Less than a year ago you were perfectly content at Hope's Peak Academy. Or at least you think it was less than a year. Nagito didn't exactly keep you updated on the time or date. He'd always been kind to you, and you were close with him and the others. But for this to happen…it brought you despair as you'd never known. And you couldn't fathom it bringing you hope. No matter how much Nagito claimed otherwise. 

Truthfully, you'd always had a crush on Nagito. He was so attentive and kind; always looking out for his friends without a second thought. Not to mention, he was smart and you'd always found intelligence a sexy trait. But…things were changed now. He was still the boy you knew- but he was more sadistic than you ever fathomed he could be. His intelligence was now used to keep you hidden here. He was even prone to threats of telling the others where you were, if you struggled too much. He never got violent- but his punishments were of a different sort. Touch when you didn't want it. Your mandatory "cuddle sessions" were lengthened- and if you screamed or cursed at him- he'd shut you up with a hard kiss to the lips more than once. Eyes half-lidded and cruel as he stroked your face. 

"There's no point in raising your voice. You belong with me. You'll come to see it in time. I know you feel it too."

Perhaps the most frightening thing of all, was that some part of you knew he was right. You'd liked him back in high school, and still found him physically attractive even now. How much longer could you keep up the facade of hatred? The silent treatment? He was all you had left in the wake of the Tragedy, after all. Plus…now he was doing this ? You’d done so well at hiding your kink. No-one knew of it. You damned his luck to the darkest pit of Hell as he forced you up to face him with a pull of your shoulder, moving quickly to straddle your waist. 

Perceptive grey eyes bore into your expression as he analyzed the blush on your face, the hitch of your breath, and then he smirked. 

“Ha, I knew it. You like this.”

“N-No I-”

He cuts you off by sealing your lips together and, for perhaps the first time you kiss back. You think inwardly it’s because this is better than him finding out your tickle kink- but even you doubt the reasoning. 

He pulled back to grin cheerily at you, chuckling in a carefree manner. 

"Now, what did I just say about lying?  Naughty brat. You'll have to be punished for that."

He gave an exaggerated sigh, shrugging as if the situation was out of his hands. 

"And I was so nice, giving you a second chance too…oh well. Can't be helped."

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to protest but then his fingers were spidering up your sides to scribble at your ribs. 

You burst into laughter instead, trying to squirm and weakly shove him off. 

"Noohohoho!! Nagito! Not this plhehehehehease! It's too soon!" 

His answering laughter was light and melodic as he moved to squeeze at your sides. 

"Aw but you're so cute like this!"

He leaned down, lips meeting your neck before he whispered in your ear, oversensitivity making even that tickle as you flinched and tried to pull away. 

"Don't worry. I won't do anything "below the belt", so to speak, until you consent. I'm not a complete monster. This is definitely my new favorite punishment method though. Besides, there's plenty of spots to explore, even without going there."

You felt his lips upturn into a smirk, as he nibbled experimentally at your neck. 

"...If you get excited because of it? That's just a bonus. It'll make your true feelings for me all the stronger. After all, I'm the one making you feel this way."

Nagito finally pulled back, leaving you gasping and trembling. He smirked at you, the dominant glare in his eyes making you feel weak in the knees. You were running out of fight and he could tell in the way he sneered down at you. He knew he held all the power. 

"It also makes you a liar though. All that bluster and loud denial. I knew it was an act. Good thing I know just how to punish you for it now, huh? Let's see where you're most ticklish, shall we my hope? We have a long night ahead of us."

Well…at least you're at the hands of Nagito. It could be worse. He'd told you of the despair your shared friends and classmates had created. Of what he'd done. 

You were to be nothing but a toy for your old friends' whims until you eventually broke, just as he wanted. You could only resist for so long. 

Perhaps it had been inevitable. 

#nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda x you #nagito x you #nagito x reader #danganronpa x reader #female reader #tlc: nsft #tlc: black coffee with a shot of espresso #tlc: black coffee #danganronpa x you #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2: goodbye despair #tw nsft #tw noncon #tlc: tickle fics #ler!nagito #lee!reader

[melloween-candie]

Jealousy [P.2]

Lip Gallagher x Reader

Summary

You and Lip have always been best friends, but the day Lip meet Karen, things changed- for the worst! You never pictured yourself to be the jealous type, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't hurt seeing your crush fighting for that so-called 'family' growing in Karen's womb.

Warning! Friendzone, arguments, pregnancy, spoilers, cussing

Word Count: 1,159

Part 1, Part 2

[Angst/High school]

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

You turned off the TV in defeat.

I guess Lip isn't coming this time.

You left the room and went to bed.

Time skip!~

***Lip's Pov***

F*ck. Not again...

Lip quickly got up and started dressing himself.

"Uggh... What time is it?" Karen rubbed her eyes as she slowly woke up too. "Dude. It's only 8? Why are you up? Come back to bed with me."

"Can't" Lip said as he slipped on his shirt.

"Annnd- why not?" Karen gave Lip a pouty look.

"Because Karen. I've already let down Y/n enough." He said as he tied his shoes.

"Peff- her again." Karen rolled her eyes as she laid back down.

Time skip!~

You were doing your usual morning routine when you heard a knock at the door.

"Lip? What are you doing here?" You asked still slightly sleepy.

"I figured since I missed movie night, why not just move movie night to-" He pulled out two tickets. "Today?"

You smiled. "Let me get my coat."

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

You two were now at the movie theater. You were so excited to see this movie. You waited for it to come out for months. You were kind of glad that you got to see it with your favorite person. You couldn't stop rambling about the last movie they made... Until Lip got a call.

"Yeah, yeah- hang on." Lip grabbed his phone. Pulling it up to his ear; he answered. "Hello?"

Lips face then morphed dramatically. "The he*l do you mea-" He covered his other ear so he could hear better. "A-are you sure?"

His tone changed drastically at the end. He seemed worried. He then ended the call with a worried expression.

"Is everything okay?" He didn't answer... "Lip?"

"Karen's pregnant."

Your eyes widen. "Wha-what do you mean? Pregnant?!"

"I mean-" Lip took a deep breath. He didn't want to end up yelling at you. A lot of emotions where going through him right now... "Forget it. I got to go." He then left.

Leaving you disappointed once again.

Time skip!~

"A-are you sure it's mine?" Lip asked Karen as she rubbed her stomach.

"Well who else would it be?"

"Okay well are you a hundred percent sure your pregnant?"

"Oh my god, lip we had this conversation a thousand times already! I told you I haven't had my period for 3 weeks now and I've took multiple tests."

"Yes, and I-I'll be t-taking her to the doctor tomorrow to confirm it." Added her mother, Sheila.

Karen only looked at her mother with worry. Deep down, she didn't want her mother to disappoint herself again.

"I'll come with." Lip didn't even hesitate.

Time skip!~

It has been a couple of months now, and surprisingly Karen wasn't lying about being pregnant.

You were currently eating lunch. By yourself as per usual. Before you would eat lunch with Lip but ever since Karen told him she was 'possible' pregnant with his kid he just vanished completely.

Sure before he'd mainly hang out with her but at least he gave you time too, but now it's all about her. It would be childish to say you weren't jealous. The worst part of it all was Karen knew. And every time she went to school, she made it apparent to torture you.

She'd do things like-

Every time you would pass them in the hall, she'd so casually feel a kick, and Lip would get tense and coddle her.

She'd even make Lip carry her stuff- what's worst was that he was okay with it.

It was as if you're entire life revolved around her being pregnant with Lip's child. She was literally living your fantasy.

As much as you hated it, you always wanted Lip to look at you as more than a friend. But it never happened and now it never will and you just had to learn to accept it.

Time skip!~

It was finally the day. Karen was rushed to the hospital, and surprisingly enough her mother went too.

You only knew about it because the moment you had a chance to talk to Lip, the conversation ended quick, and I mean quick. He ended up getting a call two words in. It was about Karen being in the hospital. The last thing he said to you that day was, "Karen's giving birth!" Then he ran off.

And there he goes. Leaving you once again.

Though that night, you were surprised to see a huge text from him.

It explained how he wasn't the father and that the kid had Down syndrome. It also explained how he couldn't help but feel so angry yet so relieved at the same time. It even said something about how shameful Karen was for not keeping it.

He then texted you a question - "So what was it earlier that you wanted to talk about."

After reading that question, you immediately left him on read. You threw your phone across the room and started crying. You really hoped that in that text, he would have said something like - "You were right Y/n, it wasn't mine." Or "I'm sorry..."

You tried warning him. You tried telling him not to get too pent up about her being pregnant with 'his' kid. But all he ever did was yell at you saying stuff like, "how could you say that?!" and stuff like- "You're supposed to be my best friend, so why are you acting like this?!"

It really hurt, but you knew he was just really stressed. Plus, you'd be made too if someone called the mother/father of your children a sl*t and told you that it might not even be yours. But you'd at least take heed of that warning and not go buying so much expensive baby stuff.

Soon enough, you learned to ignore his text messages and eventually learned to ignore him. You decided enough was enough. You didn't like it but you realized that Lip was never going to love you the way you loved him, so in the end, you wanted to leave him.

And you tried. You two ended up getting into a huge argument about it. You yelled at him spilling everything you've been hiding for months and this angered him. He called you selfish and that set you off. You told him that you held back for him. That you could have beaten up Karen but no because he cared for her. You told him everything including everything you felt throughout those months.

You even got salty and said that you were glad it wasn't his. He needed a big slap of realization and you tried warning him too. All that shut him up quick.

You two stopped being friends after that... but you never stopped caring, and eventually, you two came back together. Like drugs, you were both addicted to each other. Whether you liked it or not.

A/n

Sorry, that took longer than expected... (But I did warn you all... I'm really bad with due dates 😅)

#shameless #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x karen #best friends #crushing #shameless fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #friendzone #karen jackson #sheila jackson #shameless spoilers

[motomamita]

Blood, Sweat and Ice.

Part. 2

Pairing: Dark!Eddie Munson x Female!IceSkater!Reader

Summary: Before finishing her off, eddie is determined to fuck her one way or another, even if he has to fake his identity to get it done.

Warnings: smut, +18, false identity, unprotected sex, creampie, mask sex, mentions of drugs, alchohol and blood, violence, idk sis.

A/N: Somewhat inspired by the Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan scandal. Ofc, this is more dark.

Do not translate or copy this!

With a joint dangling from his fingers and several litres of alcohol inside of him, Eddie Munson thought his afternoon was going to end the same as all the previous ones: with him sleeping on the bathroom floor, a puddle of vomit around him and his album favorite playing all the way in the background. However, Nancy Wheeler knocked on his door with a favor she needed from him.

"I just need it to be a scare, like an warning that makes her miss the competition this Saturday." The girl clasped her hands in front of her chest, as if she were praying. "Please, Eddie! I'll pay you a good dough!"

Nancy Wheeler has been ice skating since she was 8 years old. She was good, she tried hard and, just like in school, she was diligent. However, that was not enough to guarantee a place in the competition that would take place that weekend. It wasn't if she had to compete against that girl.

"What do you mean 'a little warning'?" Eddie leaned against the old refrigerator and took a drag on his joint before speaking again. "Do you want me to send her a threatening email? To bug the wheels on her bike? To shit on her doorstep and leave a sign saying 'don't you dare enter the competition, bitch'?"

"Yeah, it could be something like that. As long as it ensures it doesn't steal my first place, it's fine." The calmer Wheeler spoke "Please, Eddie. I know you've done worse in the past, Mike told me about it."

And yes, he had.

Alcohol and drug abuse, along with the fact that he dropped out of high school, had given Eddie a need for constant adrenaline. That adrenaline was obtained by carrying out unlawful and unethical acts. He first started stealing cars that were staying late in the Starmall parking lot. When he didn't get something of value, he had fun breaking the windows and scratching the doors. Then he went on to steal inside houses and spend hours hiding inside them even with their owners going about their daily lives. That unleashed in Eddie the interest to watch people closely without them knowing it. It was amazing how much one could find out about a person just by following him for a couple of hours in his day.

Last but not least illegal were street fights. Eddie had become addicted to them. When he felt boredom eat him up, he'd grab his truck, a couple of beers, and wait outside the town's strip club for some old or young man who wanted to fight him. As the weeks passed, Eddie stopped having opponents and that led him to look for other ways to have fun. He waited for his, now, victims in some dark alley and silently pounced on them. In a matter of minutes he left them almost dying in a pool of blood until some citizen found them the next day. Sometimes he used a weapon like a baseball bat or a heavy wrench that was used to repair his truck, other times he only used his hands.

Soon those acts alerted the entire town to the existence of an individual who beat his victims almost to death. Nobody knew who it was, just a few people, like Mike Wheeler. For that very reason, he wasn't surprised when Nancy visited him days ago in his trailer with a tempting offer, and not just for the money.

As he drove downtown to the ice skating rink that Thursday, Eddie Munson thought about his next victim. He knew quite a bit about her, all kinds of information he could get in a whole day of following her around. He knew her hours, where she lived, who she was dating and her weaknesses that would serve him for his 'mission'.

She was the only child of a middle-class family. Her parents moved to Hawkins when the little girl was 6 years old and continued to live there, with no plans to leave. Her parents both work at the mayor's office in not so high positions but enough to be able to travel every summer to Houston, where she was from. She had practiced ice skating since she was 4 in almost professional rinks, which favored her compared to her other opponents in Hawkins who had to settle for their most basic rinks. She was an excellent skater by nature, Eddie could see as he watched her skate from a dark corner of the place.

From the way her coach gave her instructions, he assumed that this routine full of jumps and somersaults was the one she was going to present on Saturday in front of the judges. Nancy Wheeler definitely had no chance against her.

He stayed until she was the last to leave the track. By that time, the other girls had already left several minutes ago, leaving his target alone for a few minutes on the track.

Walking out, Eddie caught a keen eye of the conversation she and her coach were having as she walked to the locker room. She planned to stay the next day, Friday, a few more minutes on the track to prepare as much as possible for the big day. Her coach, a woman with curly hair and brown skin, agreed with her decision but informed her that she would train alone because she had paperwork to do. They talked a bit about topics not very relevant to him and then they said goodbye. Eddie a few meters behind the coach and prepared to smoke in one of the seats outside the place while he saw how the woman got into her car and headed home.

After 25 minutes counted by the clock, she left the place with her wet hair and her heavy bag. The instant she stepped into the parking lot, a blue Camaro pulled out of the parking lot and came up to where she was standing. Billy Hargrove. Eddie laughed bitterly. She and Billy had been dating for a few months. It was not known if they were already a couple but evidently something was going on between them and it was very intense. They were like 'Beauty and the Beast'. She was a flower, so delicate and fragile, while Billy was anything close to a boundless animal.

Billy grabbed her bag and put it in the trunk and then opened the passenger door for her, like a real gentleman. The couple avoided all physical contact until they reached the lovers' lake, where the show for Eddie began several meters away.

As the temperature rose in the blue Camaro, so did Eddie's truck, who was not only seized by fever but also by jealousy. It had been weeks since he had been with a woman intimately, and years since he had fallen in love with one. Of the girls he had met in high school none had managed to capture his attention, not even Chrissy Cunningham who on more than one occasion had tried to reach more with him. Getting so involved in that skater's life had awakened such a strong desire within him, something he had never experienced before. He wanted to feel her the way Hargrove was doing right now. The memory that he had to hurt her at some point crossed his mind and it made him a little sad. However, his own body called his attention to the growing problem forming in his pants and he had to take charge.

...

That Friday he arrived at the track around sunset and stayed in his truck for a couple of minutes. Soon, the same people who had been yesterday were now leaving the place with their bags in the direction of their cars. He waited a few minutes before getting out of his truck and stealthily entering the area. Luckily for him, despite wearing long hair and unusual clothes, Eddie had always managed to go unnoticed everywhere. That served as an advantage in situations like this.

From a distance he saw her on the track, alone and without the slightest idea that he had been watching her for minutes. She was wearing a light green sweater and black leggings that accentuated her figure. Her white skates kicked up the ice with every hop and turn she took. Eddie smiled seeing her so focused on her routine, as if that were the only important thing in the world.

He walked to one of the vending machines when he noticed how she left the track and collected her things with the intention of going to the locker room. Eddie lowered his gaze and counted 3 times the few coins that lay in the palm of his hand, acting disinterested when she passed behind him and was lost among the aisles. He put two coins in the machine and took out a Dr. Pepper which he drank carefully as he looked around. He was practically alone in the place, him and her. The manager who closed the track was now up on the machine that cleaned the track and which in turn made an annoying and loud noise. It was perfect to carry out his mission. No one was going to hear her scream.

Eddie tossed the can into a nearby trash can and walked purposefully toward the women's locker room. The sound of water falling from the shower led him through the wide space to the area where she was. Eddie stood in the middle of the hallway, motionless until the sound of the water stopped completely. Delicately, he took out a ski mask that he kept in one of the pockets of his jacket and put it on, hiding his characteristic long hair and revealing only his lips and eyes.

She wrapped herself in her towel and got out of the shower. A scream escaped her throat at seeing him there, standing with his face covered and staring at her. The shock lasted a few seconds, seconds in which she hugged her towel even more and looked around in search of something or someone that would help her. Eddie remained silent, forcing her to speak for the first time.

"What... what do you want?" She asked, not quite sure that he would answer her. "Please don't do anything to me." She whispered taking a few small steps back and walking to her clothes on a bench.

Eddie didn't answer and watched her movements carefully in case she tried to run away, although he was going to catch her anyway before she went out the door.

"Aren't you going to answer me?" Unanswered. "Who you are?" Unanswered. "Billy?"

Bingo. She had fallen into his trap.

"Billy, this is not funny. Stop right now." She asked a little less upset but still with her agitated voice.

Eddie had discovered more about the couple than he would have imagined. He knew that her parents didn't want Billy and that's why they saw each other in the lake of lovers after each practice. She knew that Billy was annoyed when she drenched the seats of his Camaro with her wet hair and that's why he placed a towel on the seatback before looking for her. As he also knew how much she liked him to fuck her with a ski mask he had under the seat of his car.

The place wasn't fully lit and Eddie had taken it upon himself to dress in the most similar way to Billy's. So he could easily fool her.

"Didn't you hear me? Wait for me in the parking lot." She removed the towel from her, exposing her body.

Eddie swallowed hard and carefully admired the body of the naked girl in front of him. Now the distance between them was shorter and that made it possible for him to memorize every curve of her body. Soon his member woke up and he knew he had to act fast before someone discovered them.

He approached and hugged her from behind, placing his hands on her stomach, caressing her wet skin. He brought his nose to her hair and discreetly sniffed at her hair and the sweet shampoo she had used minutes before.

"Billy, stop!" She spoke now laughing when Eddie's hands tightened on her hips, digging his fingertips into her skin. "Do you really want to do this now? Here?" she asked as she felt his hard erection against her bare ass.

She turned to look at him, not closing her distance. Eddie nodded and prayed to all the saints that she wouldn't notice the chocolate color of his eyes, very different from Billy's blue. The girl let out a loud sigh and looked at the clock hanging on one of the walls.

"Okay, we have some time."

Eddie didn't wait any longer and pushed her slightly against the wall causing her to let out a moan almost in surprise at the abrupt movement. He knelt in front of her and brought one of her legs up to his shoulder, leaving her pussy available to him. Without thinking twice, he brought his mouth to her clitoris, sucking lightly on it and then massaging it with his tongue. She moaned loudly and then covered her mouth with her hand, she didn't want them to be found out. With his hands he massaged her thighs, supporting her from the way her legs trembled.

"Shit, Billy..."

Gradually, his ski mask began to soak with her fluids, impregnating her sweet taste and aroma into the fabric. Eddie went from the clit to her entry which was already fully weat. He licked her with his tongue, collecting all the fluid and bringing another wave of pleasure to the girl.

He glanced at the clock and knew he had to hurry. As much as he would have loved to continue savoring her, he wanted to feel her even more. He quickly got up from the ground and she had to grab the wall to keep from falling from how weak her legs were. She tried to kiss him but Eddie dodged her, avoiding any contact that would give him away.

"Baby, let me feel you..." she begged with her breath coming fast.

Hearing her, Eddie whispered a 'shit' only audible to him, he was too hot. He approached her again, grabbed her by the thighs and supported her again against the cold wall. For her part, she began to unbutton his pants and lowered the same along with his boxers, releasing his hard cock. Eddie rushed into her before she realized it wasn't Billy. She moaned again when Eddie's member mercilessly entered her and began to move at an accelerated pace. The girl tried to kiss him again but this time Eddie had to place one of his hands on her cheek, moving her head to the side and avoiding as much eye contact as possible.

Eddie's gaze was now fixed on the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, inviting him to taste them, which he did.

"Mmh, so good.." Eddie's wet tongue tasted first her left nipple and then moved to her right, continuing to move inside her.

The sound of their skins colliding and her moans were enough to drive Eddie to the extreme, who had been dreaming of that moment for days. He would have liked to have given her more pleasure, massaging her clits and whispering dirty words to her but it was not the moment. The only thing that was going through his mind was the need to come, even though he knew that he would have to break her legs later.

Eddie did his best not to make a sound but to no avail, the walls of her were sucking him so deliciously that when he came inside her, her name slipped from his mouth.

It took him a few seconds to understand what had happened and how much he had screwed up, all to fulfill his sexual desire. Eddie came inside her and released her without any finesse, letting her fall on the locker room floor. He pulled up his pants and adjusted his ski mask that had moved slightly from all the action. When he lowered his gaze, he met hers, she was scared.

"Who you are?" She whispered on the verge of tears, covering her body with her towel and feeling how the hot semen of that stranger came out of her.

Again Eddie didn't answer and stared at her. So fragile, so defenseless, so corrupted. He smiled slightly as he imagined Hargrove's face when he found out that a son of a bitch had ended up inside his girlfriend, and in the amount of money that Nancy would give him tomorrow after the championship.

She tried to get up from the ground but Eddie stepped on her hard on one of her ankles. The girl screamed that went unnoticed by the manager who was still cleaning the skating rink. Eddie provided more pressure on her, who was trying to get his foot off of her unsuccessfully. He was much stronger than her, it was clear. Eddie looked around for something that would hurt the girl even more, and he found it.

Eddie slipped his foot off her ankle and walked over to where her skating shoes were. The girl tried to stand up and escape but she couldn't, her ankle was already beginning to swell. Eddie grabbed one of the shoes and removed the safety band that covered the sharp metal blade.

She whimpered when she saw how he approached her with her shoe in hand, she knew what was going to happen to her. She had no escape, she was finished.

Eddie gripped the shoe tightly and landed the first blow on one of her legs, cutting her both clean and deep. He repeated his action several times with both legs, making sure not only to make her unable to walk for a long time, but also to leave marks for a lifetime.

When he was satisfied, eddie left the place with a smile and the sweet scent of her on his face.

#eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #eddie munson smut #dark!eddie munson

[tempestuous-tempest]

Again! Wrench Headcanons:

Guess this 28/41 year old is my hyperfixation for a while.[Age depends on which game he's in. WD2 has him at canonically 28 while Legion makes him canonically 41 years old.] This is about the length of my Deacon Rambles post...

Was a high school drop out at some point. Always getting in trouble for skipping classes, taking shit apart, having his hood/mask on, fighting because he didnt get along with people, etc etc. He hated school.

I see him as the type to have been a drummer in a band at one point. Eventually the band just fell apart but he has some of their songs on his phone still.

Loved the movie Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. In his mind, it had a badass sound track. 7 Nation Army by The White Stripes and Black Sheep by Metric and Brie Larson were real bangers in his mind.

Reeks of beer and gasoline most of the time. Change my mind.

Deadpool is this man's icon. Some of his jokes are inspired by jokes from the comics or movies. Has posters, funkos, obviously the comics and movies, and even dressed up as his own punk version of deadpool loosely based on the funko mini. His personal favorite mini was the chicken costume.

Has a unicorn stuffed animal himself.

Also likes Spider-Punk.

Likes Motorcycles a little bit more than cars.

Detective films? Yes. Action Movies? Definitely. Sci-Fi? Hell Yeah! Horror? Maybe not so much.

People seem to be unable to decide whether Wrench is Bi or Pan. I personally think he'd be Pansexual.

Doesn't like cleaning as he states ingame. Will clean if the mess starts to bother him. Or if Sitara makes him.

High metabolism which is why he's so thin.

Throwns in tons of movie/game references when speaking expecting people to get them and then has to explain them when they dont. Definitely geeks out when someone does.

You know that one audio trend with the person singing CPR and someone else yelling "Language"? He'd be the singer and Sitara would be the one yelling at him to mind his language.

Sends the most odd videoes at the most random of times.

Also the kind of guy that might not respond until like and hour or 2 later.

Tries to be pretty quiet in the mornings, besides the music blasting in his earbuds/headphones.

The more I think about the more I start to believe that his "bad driving" is just a thing he makes people believe until you see his dumb ass in a race and this fucker blows you away with his skills. Then you start to really understand why he can do perfect drifts getting away from the police or gangs in a chace.

Due to his always racing thoughts, he sometims forgets some things. Like he gets sent out to take out the trash, goes to the kitchen, forgets why he went in there, does a few circles to try and remember, then gives up and goes back to his room or workspace. It'll hit him like 20 minutes later.

Favorite food is probably Tacos. Pizza close in like 2nd or 3rd place, maybe.

Decent at voice impressions, if you couldnt tell.

Oh, and for those who absolutely need them, have some romance headcanons too:

Didn't show his face to his S/O until like 6 months into the relationship at the least. He was so fucking nervous too.

Wouldn't even fully open up about his past until probably a year in at the least.

Prepare for cheesy love songs, matching key chains, corny pick up lines, bits of playful teasing, and a lot of small physical touches. (Mostly hand holding but would wrap his arms around his s/o's waist) His s/o also wrapping their arms around his waist drives him nuts.

Needs a lot of reassurance that his s/o loves him. I wouldnt say constantly but quite a few times in the relationship, especially at the beginning.

He isnt exactly scared of commitment as he had a husband at one point. Key word: "Had". Dont expect him to fully settle down though. He still plans to fight until he is sure this battle is really over.

Two Words: Super. Clingy.

Might forget an anniversary, dont hold it against him. He sometimes forgets what he had for breatfast 15 minutes ago.

As I've mentioned before, he does not like kids. Don't expect a family with him.

No planned dates unless his s/o is the one who plans them. He kinda just does things whenever if both have the free time.

Makes sure to dial down his weirdness just a little so his s/o is comfortable. He takes things slow if they want them to be.

Was definitely taking forever to actually ask his s/o out. Hoped they would do it first but then got impatient after a while and just blurted out everything.

This is getting too long. Im done for now.

#video games #watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #wrench watch dogs #wrench wd2 #wrench #reginald blechman #headcanon #headcannons #romantic #because i can #hyperfixation #obsessed #whoops

[lialacleaf]

The Spartan and His Pyro:

Poor Past Actions, and Their Present Consequences

Synopsis: Catherine has regrets about her past, and it may haunt her forever.

Seeing old friends often went one of two ways. You were either thrilled to see them, or you would rather have your fingernails pulled out. For Catherine, it was usually the sour kind of reunion that she found herself trapped in.

"I'm pretty sure you stole my shit."

"You had a bright future ahead of you."

"We'ren't you one of my kids's friends? We caught you sleeping in our garage once?"

Or her personal favorite, "You're looking better."

Catherine thought it wasn't hard to look "better" when people were used to seeing you hungover in the grocery store parking lot on a school night, boondocking in an old pickup truck she'd borrowed from her foster dad, along with some of his booze.

As far as she was concerned, it was her whiskey, paid for with the money the state sent as an incentive to foster. She didn't care about the legalities of it, at least until her classmates were whispering about her underage drinking habits when she stumbled through the halls the next morning, blatantly hung over.

Her clothes smelled like her foster mother's smoking habits anyway, and people had already made plenty of assumptions about her based on that. She was beyond the friendship of the clean, well-cared-for kids at her high school.

They were loved. She could tell when she looked at them, with their new clothes, shoes that didn't have holes, and freshly trimmed hair.

What was worse was the parents who saw her in the pickup line and could tell that she wasn't.

A woman once offered her some money to buy a bag for her school books, and she'd turned around and spent it on substances without an ounce of guilt. She still didn't look her in the eye in the pick-up line though.

That life, however, was galaxies away, and Catherine didn't have to think about where her next meal would come from anymore If she'd have clothes to wear, and most importantly, how long until her next drink. Her relationship with alcohol was much healthier now, and her team, her friends, were none the wiser of what she'd once been.

"I wish we didn't have to go to these things, seems like a waste of time," Kelly said, tugging at the collar of her uniform with a scowl.

Catherine simply shrugged, glancing around at the other occupants of the Rec Hall. She didn't even know whose retirement party this was, but Blue Team's presence had been requested, so she could only assume it was a high-ranking officer or a council member.

"I don't see the problem. They've got a pretty good spread," Horace interjected from beside Catherine, licking the remnants of a custard dessert from his fingers.

"Remind me why you're here?" Frederick asked with a raised brow as the Hispanic polished off a plate of fruit tarts.

"I served under the old man a while back, he was always the type to throw a big party, especially if it was in his honor," Horace explained, before elbowing Catherine in the side. "Where's your boyfriend?"

Catherine shot the soldier a glare and elbowed him right back. "Stop calling him that," she snapped. She and John hadn't exactly put a label on what they were, nor had the Master Chief declared that things between them were exclusive.

Sure, he had admitted to having feelings for her, and he'd been rather physical here and there, but nothing had been decided. She couldn't help but worry that if Horace kept up with the unwanted commentary it would become overwhelming for the Spartan, and he'd end things with her.

"John is running late, won't be here for a little while, if he comes at all," Kelly supplied, raising a brow at the redhead's hostility.

"Guess you got dolled up for nothing," Horace whispered and Catherine scoffed. She hadn't exactly put much effort into her appearance. Only curled her hair, done up her face, squeezed into a little black dress she hadn't worn since her twenties, and shoved her feet into the most damn uncomfortable pair of heels sitting in the back of her closet. Ok, so she had gotten dolled up.

It was somewhat of a relief, however, that the Chief might not even come to the party, worries that she had overdone her attire floating around in her brain. Maybe her lipstick was a little too red, or her eye makeup was too pronounced.

Catherine startled when Kelly bumped her shoulder, a worried look on her face. "Everything all right?"

She nodded, smoothing out her dress with a nervous smile. "Just peachy."

"I'm sure John will come, even if he waits until the last minute."

"Oh! no- I wasn't...that's not- nevermind. I- I need a drink." She couldn't get away from her friends fast enough. She felt like a clown as if she was attracting too much attention. She should have just stuck with her dress uniform and foregone the makeup.

She felt even more ridiculous knowing that even the Spartans themselves could see that she was just dressing up to impress the Chief. She felt like glass as if everyone around her was looking in on her most private intentions, picking out her insecurities one by one.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the familiar figure that stepped into her path until she collided with a firm chest.

"Catherine? Is that really you?"

Her eyes darted up and she felt her blood run cold. There was no way. Her mind was playing tricks on her as a result of her anxiety. It had to be.

The man before her was tall and lanky, with sandy blonde hair on his head and a pathetic amount of muscle on his arms compared to the other men in the room.

"Toby? What...what are you doing here?" she asked, looking around for something, anything to pull her away from this reunion.

"I'm here for my old man's retirement party, what are you doing here?" Toby had a grin that spread wide and showed off his teeth, pearly whites that Catherine knew to be veneers. He'd smoked his way through his real ones back in high school, and it was a miracle his lungs were still intact.

"Your...old...oh," Catherine offered him a smile that was wilting the moment it hit her face. "Wow, time really flies, doesn't it," she mumbled behind her grimace.

"Yeah, this stuck-up military stuff isn't really for me though. You know?"

"Oh I know, Toby. Boy, do I know." She anxiously wrung her hands, eyes darting around.

"Man, I miss the good old days though. You ever think about it?" he asked, a reminiscent gleam in his eyes.

A sigh of resignation left her lips. "No Toby, I, a grown woman with a job and real responsibilities, do not fantasize about hotboxing your car in the middle of January."

Toby let out a bark of laughter. "Damn, Cat. You got old and boring."

Catherine frowned, smoothing her hands over her dress self-consciously. "I'm not that old," she grumbled.

A sudden hand on her waist made her jump, and her eyes snapped up to a familiar pair of blue ones. "Am I interrupting?"

Catherine felt her heart drop into her stomach, and a strong desire to puke bubbled up in her belly despite the lack of alcohol sitting there.

"Not at all, mate! Catherine, who's your friend?" Toby gave her a cheeky grin as he eyed John's figure curiously.

Catherine felt as if the room was a hundred degrees and her knees were going to give out so that she might hit the floor like a dead weight.

"This is..." Her partner? Her significant other? Her commanding officer who was also her crush turned situationship? "Jo-" she was interrupted by her own burp, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, as her anxiety turned to full-blown indigestion. "This is John."

The air felt too thick to breathe, and if the Master Chief had noticed the tension, he didn't deem it necessary to comment on it. "Friend of yours?" he asked.

Catherine opened her mouth to reply, but Toby opened his mouth much faster. "Oh, we go waaay back. Started high school together, feels like forever ago now. Cat always knew how to have a good time. Shared a lot of our firsts," Toby supplied, bumping the Spartan's shoulder with a cheeky grin.

Between the wave of embarrassment and sudden nausea, Catherine nearly whimpered. "Toby taught me how to smoke a cigarette," she stated quickly.

John simply quirked an eyebrow, glancing between the redhead and the clearly intoxicated man before him. "I've never seen you smoke."

"Well she always preferred the reefers," Toby said so matter-of-factly that Catherine couldn't possibly suppress her grimace. She was going to kill him. He needed to shut the hell up or she was going to stuff a cream puff down his throat and watch him suffocate.

John gave little reaction, and she could only imagine the disappointment he was feeling. Surely he was realizing what a mess she really was. What a degenerate she'd been in her youth. She must have been a polished piece of shit in his eyes now.

"It's too bad you joined the military, you were a helluva good time-"

Catherine felt another nervous belch coming on and swallowed thickly. "I need some water," she interrupted, pushing past Toby, towards the bar, throwing a half-hearted goodbye over her shoulder.

The bartender had been nice enough to hand her a ginger ale, noticing the way she clutched her stomach in discomfort. She took small sips, her lip wobbling as she tried not to recount the events that had just occurred, knowing it would send her heart rate through the rough.

She took deep breaths, trying to focus on the expanding of her lungs and not the noise of the party around her. She felt his looming presence over her despite staring into her glass, her shoulders tightening and her breaths coming out shallow. She felt like she was choking.

And then suddenly he was pulling her in from the side, one hand planted firmly on her waist while the other swept from the top of her neck to the base of her spine.

"That was eventful."

Catherine simply nodded, burping softly as her stomach settled. John squeezed her hip, before moving to cup her cheek, the warmth from his palm seeping into her clenched jaw.

"You're fine," he rasped softly, and she nodded, humming in agreement despite the wheeze in her lungs. "Catherine," he urged her to look at his face, and her eyes darted there momentarily.

"I'm sorry," she blurted all of a sudden, feeling like a fool.

John didn't falter, his hand sweeping in sooting strokes down her back. "For what?" he chuckled softly. "Your friend?"

"He's not my friend," she snapped, wilting into his shoulder. "He's a prick I used to mess around with, I didn't think I'd ever see him again."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," he assured her, arms settling around her waist. "Why is this bothering you so much?" he prodded.

"I have a really good life here," her voice wavered, her hand rising to cling to one of his sturdy arms. "I really don't want to lose that because of something stupid I did in the past," she admitted.

John frowned, watching as the redhead seemed to fold in on herself. "Do you think about this often?" he asked.

Catherine swallowed thickly. "A lot. Every day." Her life was a constant battle between the joy of finally having a home, and the fear of loss and abandonment. What if Blue Team decided she was too much to handle?

John shook his head, pulling her tight against his chest. "You're a part of my team. You're mine. Even the parts of yourself that you aren't proud of." he murmured.

Catherine let out a deep sigh, allowing the tension to melt from her shoulders. “You don’t know everything I’ve done,” she warned, voice wavering.

John’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he offered her a reassuring smile. “Don’t need to.”

He’d never been under the impression that she had ever been the most well-behaved adolescent. Maybe someday he’d tell her about the time he cost Fred and Sam their dinner and ended up with a black eye.

Catherine licked her lips nervously and nodded. “Thank you, John,” she said swallowing thickly.

Her Spartan had yet to abandon her, and maybe someday she’d stop expecting him to.

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[mxhirus]

Hello

What kind of jobs do you think ln trio (Mahiru,Guren,Shinya) would have if they had chance to choose? Or what would they study in universty?

İ hope you answer (if you want ofc), have a great day.

Thank you for the ask!

I feel Mahiru would do something in psychology or chemistry. Since, I feel like she would be very good in both fields. (Chemistry, a play on her self-experimentation). Mahiru would definitely be very successful.

I feel Guren would probably not even go to university. He would settle with an office job and be miserable for 90% of his life. Guren doesn't seem to have anything that he wants to do in life.

I personally think Shinya would pursue a career in teaching. Having a big heart, and being friendly + caring, and I feel like he'd be amazing with children.

;;

college headcanons if you want them

Guren and Mahiru live on the same floor

Shinya advised Guren to not commit floorcest (he failed very much)

"what the fuck is going on in guren's room?" "mahiru"

Shinya definitely joined a frat and is the face of every party, insane tolerance to alcohol

Guren can't tolerate alcohol for shit

Mahiru can, but too much just gets her schwasted

Guren has had at least 5 DUIs in one semester alone

Shinya got him out

"ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID GUREN" "my bad"

Mahiru said she was switching colleges and Guren had a pity party in which he invited the squad

"What's wrong, Guren?" "UGH MAHIRU SAID SHE"S LEAVING." before spooning Mahiru's favorite ice cream into his mouth and profusely sobbing

Shinya smacked Guren because he wouldn't stop

One time Guren ate a weed brownie that Mahiru made for Shinya and vomited instantly

Shinya could definitely handle weed too, since he's probably been doing that since high school

He went to school high

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #hiiragi mahiru #mahiru hiragi #ichinose guren #guren ichinose #hiiragi shinya #shinya hiragi #guremahi #guren x mahiru

[lesbianrobin]

im so sorry i just need to say something and i feel like youre one of the very few reasonable people in the stranger things fandom and i just. honestly. is it just me or have people latched onto the hanky code thing WAY too hard with eddie even though it was like fully not intended coding by the wardrobe department and also. barely makes sense for the character at least in my eyes idk like maybe it Is just me but i feel like a twenty year old high schooler from rural indiana wouldn't be some kind of bdsm expert who's well versed in gay culture and flagging like that. like yeah its fun that the double meaning is there w/the hanky bc eddie Is very much a homosexual but i feel like people just latched onto it as if it's canon gospel with zero thought as to whether it would make sense for him (or his relationship with steve which is a whole other can of worms) but. yeah sorry for rambling just Yeah

oh no yeah i totally agree!! i like joking ab it and i'm not opposed to the idea of eddie like knowing ab the code but i don't rly think it was intentional and i don't think that eddie is like a hardcore bdsm dom at all dkcndncnf. like. i am a firm virgin eddie believer because he is a goofy little gay nerd in rural indiana who spends all his time playing dnd or guitar or selling weed out of his lunchbox. even if he IS flagging intentionally i do not think he has any practical experience.

my personal favorite interpretation of the hanky came from my friend sarah @steveharrington this isn't like anything she posted but she had the idea that maybe eddie learned vaguely about hanky code but not rly any specifics and he got So excited about the idea of flagging in any way that he just went out and got a black one bc it matched his usual outfits and he started wearing it without much idea of what it Means bc he wanted to have a connection to the community. i just think that concept is adorable.

another interpretation i enjoyed a lot is from the fic the affliction of the feeling where eddie is a virgin who thinks he knows what he's into but very quickly discovers that he in fact does not. it is explicit fair warning but i figure ur okay with that judging by the content of this ask lmao.

ultimately i think of the hanky as like something fun to play around with but i wish people didn't take it so far because it's definitely like. not rly in character. even setting aside whether or not he'd realistically be well-versed in hanky code yknow the thing is that eddie has this sadistic DM persona but when he's with chrissy or steve or any of his other friends he's always so genuinely sweet and playful and goofy in a way that just. does not scream sado top to me. eddie hates when his friends are upset or uncomfortable and he'll do anything to make them smile. i rly cannot see him being like taunting and sadistic during sex vnfncnfnc like sorry but he's a nerdy little virgin and he would be giggly and awkward and sweet.

nobody asked but personally i think his first time eddie would try So hard to be sexy and cool and his partner (steve bc i am a steveddie warrior and this is my post) would be like What are you doing and he'd be like uh seducing you and steve would be like no the fuck you are not you're acting like a pornstar who failed theater in high school and eddie's like ouch :< and steve is like look just relax can you just be eddie right now and eddie's like aw yeah... :')

anyway. sorry about all of that fkvjfjcjf basically i totally agree with you i think people latched onto the bandana wayyy too hard for what it is. thank you for the ask!!

#asks #em talks #stranger things #eddie munson

[luke-hughes43]

telling mark about ryan | mark and fiona

this is probably like a month before they start dating.

mark is meeting up with fiona after a game. she's already having a particularly rough day with it being the anniversary of her brother's death, and she gets into with another player and gets a red card at the begining of the second half so she's ejected from the game.

she is fuming and trying to keep herself from crying bc she hates crying at the field. the game ends and she packs up and leaves the bench so that she doesn't start crying.

she heads over to where her and mark are supposed to meet. she sees him smiling because the team won and she scored 2 goals before getting ejected.

he sees her dejected figure as she gets closer to him and he says, "hey fi. you ok?"

she shakes her head and hugs him. she whispers against his chest, "can we get food? i need to tell you something?"

"anything you want fi."

she leads him to the car and starts driving him to her favorite restaurant. they get out and order and then sit down at a table. fiona says to mark, "september 7, 2019. 3 years ago today. my twin brother ryan, died in a drunk driving accident."

"jesus fiona. i'm so sorry, i had no idea." he's shocked.

she shakes her head, "no one does. not even stella. i haven't told anyone about him, he died junior year of high school. our dream was to play here together. he played baseball and was really good too."

he says softly, "if you wanna talk about him, i'll listen fi."

"i got hurt too in the accident. tib fib fracture and they had to insert rods surically to repair the bones. it took me a year to play soccer again. i almost quit, i didn't wanna play in a world without my brother. i didn't wanna come here without him."

"oh fi. i'm sorry." his face drops hearing her say she wanted to quit.

"thanks mark. about halfway through senior, when it came to decide if i was still going to michigan or not, i went to see ryan and just kinda thought out loud for while. and decided that he'd want to keep playing and he'd want me to go to michigan and live out dream. so that's what i've been doing. or trying to at least."

"well i know i didn't know him but i'm sure he'd be so proud of you. i'm proud of you fiona." he smiles at her.

"thank you mark. and yea, i like think he's proud of me. red cards and all. it's not even like i mean to get yellow and red carded all the time, it's just, soccer is all i have left to connect to ryand so i just put all of my feelings into the game and i get a little intense. it's why i wear number 10, because he did." fiona sas with a smile as she thinks of her brother.

"fiona, i know that he's proud of you. you're an amazing player and an even better person. i'm proud of you for doing this and i think you're doing a damn good job honoring ryan."

"thanks mark. wanna come over and watch a movie with me?"

"sure." he says and pays for their food and leads her back to the car. she drives them back to her house and they end up cuddling while watching some movie she found on netflix

#fiona swanson #mark estapa

[hekateinhell]

♡ + Armand/Lestat

I didn't realize you'd reblogged this meme and now you gotta feed me in return 😾 (and if someone else has asked for them in VC then I wanna know about them in your high school au)

babe you get my entire kitchen, apartment, whatever you want 🥹 LOL you already know the whole arc I have planned for them in the sequel but I'll stay in context of where we saw them last on ao3 -- their mutual boyfriend's name freshly tattooed on both their asses and Armand struggling to admit to Lestat that he loves him as well, before Lestat (for once), did the hard part for him.

• Who is the most affectionate?

Lestat.

Armand is incredibly insecure about just how much he's 'allowed' to touch him in public and in private so he doesn't readily initiate -- he doesn't want to rock the boat now that Louis's other boyfriend seems to have finally accepted him (he doesn't entirely trust Lestat's drunken and endorphin-fueled love confession).

Lestat's trying to navigate the awkward 'undefined' stage as well, but in the meantime, he'd like everyone else to know in no uncertain terms that this one also belongs to him. He's living his dream with one arm around Louis's waist and the other draped over Armand's neck. Everyone knows Lestat and Louis have been an on/off item, everyone knows Armand and Louis have also been an item for a while now, Lestat would like the world to know that he and Armand are also... something.

He just doesn't know what yet but if he could mark Armand like a dog in public, he would. It means the world to him that Armand never gave him back his leather jacket after that night and wears it to school every day even though it's much too baggy on him and reaches precisely down to his thighs. To Lestat's eighteen-year-old brain, they're practically engaged as long as Armand holds on to that jacket.

• Who initiates the handholding?

See above.

Poor Lestat has to instigate literally everything right now. Oh no, it's not going to cause any problems down the line, why would it? 😔

• Who worries more for the other?

Armand worries about Lestat living on his own since his mother bailed and left him alone with an empty house. Lestat doesn't... do well alone. He'll invite anyone over to hang out and party if Armand and Louis just can't be there; bad things happen.

• Who is more likely to ask for help?

Directly? Neither of them. But Lestat's much more prone to purposely and consciously acting out in the hope someone will notice and help him. Armand will just pretend Bad Things Aren't Happening.

• Who is the one always losing the keys?

Lestat loses everything that isn't physically attached to his person. Sometimes he forgets where he parked his car and that's his baby.

• Who leaves little love notes for the other?

They're in the same grade (even though Lestat's older, Armand skipped a year and Lestat got held back a year) so Armand and Louis typically share their notes with Lestat who has a terrible fucking time focusing during class (it's the ADHD and dyslexia). He'd much rather and much more easily fill a notebook with lyrics and random doodles for his dream album covers.

When Armand knows Lestat will actually be reading over his notes later (only under threat of a quiz or an exam -- he would like to graduate this year, thank you very much), he works in little quotes from his favorite love poems or songs.

He hopes Lestat knows it's intentional that Armand penned out the entire [love is more thicker than forget] in the margins, that Armand was thinking of him when he wrote it and not just scribbling because he's bored. Don't judge him; we all went through our E.E. Cummings phase.

• Who can't sleep unless the other is there?

Armand is an anxious sleeper and his home life in foster care isn't... great, so he spends at least half of his day at school catching up on sleep. He gets his best sleep in the library on someone's lap; out on the field using Lestat's stomach as a pillow while they lay out on the grass away from everyone else; in the backseat of Lestat's car with Louis's crumpled-up sweater as a pillow and Lestat's jacket as a blanket.

Armand would never sleep in front of other people, but on a mostly subconscious level, he feels safest just knowing Lestat's around -- a 6ft, 175-pound German Shepard that for some reason is personally interested in him right now.

(Though I have to say, Lestat loves when Armand can sleep over at his house, for many reasons aside from the obvious.)

• Who is more likely to propose to the other?

Considering how Armand drunkenly and brazenly asked Lestat to fuck him before they've ever done it, I'm going to say Armand. Whoops...

Let's hope when Armand proposes it goes better than the 'fuck me' conversation did.

• Who introduced the other to their family first?

Neither of their family is in the picture at the moment, so we're going to thrust this onto Louis.

Technically, Lestat and Armand knew of each other and had seen each other around the school before, but the day Louis formally introduced them to each other as his boyfriends was interesting -- in fact, it went something like...

Armand: [spit, hissss] 😾😾😾

Lestat: the fuck.

• Who is more likely to play with the other's hair?

Lestat loves playing with Armand's hair while Armand's napping. He has a shit ton of nervous energy that needs an outlet and he always has to have his hands busy with something, plus he'll make up literally any and every excuse to touch Armand.

• Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

Lestat knows about Armand's home life and that he can't always afford to buy lunch at school, so he usually grabs him something from the deli when he goes for himself. He buys something for Louis too so Armand doesn't feel awkward and singled out; it makes Lestat feel good to be in any sort of big manly provider role and it doesn't hurt that Armand flutters his lashes at him and playfully licks his lips as he whispers 'thank you.'

• Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

Lestat has a much more reactive and implosive temper, so it would probably be him if someone even so much as looked at Armand the wrong way.

He's lost plenty of sleep trying to find out what exactly Armand meant by the virginity comment (they're not in the place yet where he can outright ask and he doesn't want to bring it up to Louis in case Armand hasn't and it'll become A Thing). But he fantasizes about getting to the bottom of it one day so he can figure out who to kill.

Most people leave Lestat alone because he's generally pretty popular and well-liked (and also an older senior who's had his share of fights), but if Armand ever overhears some snarky asshole insulting Lestat's intelligence because he's repeating a grade, he will cut them down to size with the most bitingly vicious words in the calmest possible tone. He might even smile as he does it, just to be extra creepy.

• Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Armand did spring the tattoos thing on Lestat, so I'd have to say Armand.

People expect Lestat to be capricious; Armand not so much, so it's extra surprising. But he loves to plan little 'not quite dates' and excursions that often rely on the premise of 'just trust me, Lestat! 🥺'

• Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

Armand makes Lestat pinky promise that he's not going do anything reckless like drink and drive if he's going to a house party Armand and Louis can't attend. It's not that Lestat means to be reckless, he just thinks he's invincible.

Lestat's pinky promise requests are much more innocuous, usually after they've made up following a petty adolescent squabble: 'Promise you're not still mad at me? Swear on it.'

• Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

Lestat covers Armand up when he's fallen asleep at school, Armand covers Lestat when he falls asleep on his couch or in his bed. Usually Lestat's on top of him already, between his legs and resting his head on his chest, and so it takes a bit of gymnastics practice to maneuver a blanket over them both. It's worth it for some of the best sleep either of them will get anytime soon. 💖

#hope this improved your day just a bit 🥹🥹🖤🖤 #thank you for always indulging my 101 AU thoughts every single day of life i would die sad and alone without you 🤧 #i did get a vc l/a ask but my brain supernovas whenever i think about them in canon and i end up puking meta so i need a Moment #ship headcanons ask meme #armand/lestat #fic: exposed

[wattpadscapcons]

Old Fan - FNAF 1/2? Foxy

omg I hate how a single prompt got me to write an entire fic but mmmmmm I have more experience in writing nowwwww Also NO, this does NOT mean that I willing to write for the cast again per request. I am simply letting out some of my creative liberties. Damn I started this like a year ago....yikes.

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Ten years ago, you were a spunky, somewhat reckless eleven year old. You didn't have to think about bills, work, or school outside of finishing what little obligations you had before you could numb your mind watching TV and playing games.

You had all the time in the world. When you were invited to a party, you would go. Incidentally, that would cause you to meet someone who would end up plaguing the back of your mind for ten years.

"Alright kids, ye settle down!"

=

You knew the "pirate accent" he was using was fake but it was humorous and charming to many of the girls in your class at the time. It didn't take long to form a liking to the character he played extremely quickly, finding comfort in the hot-headed pirate. Fazbear's Pizzeria surely had it made, the games, the sweet entertainers, and what your friends called an "indoor play place".

You collected the plush dolls of the beloved cast, though from the animated cartoon Fazbears had created to entice children to get sucked in. Seeing the animal counterpart of Foxy dressed up as a little pirate was enough to make you ecstatic.

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The time you went to show him the doll, he gave you an equally excited look.

"Aye will you look at this, is this me?"

"Yeah."

"I appreciate knowing that I'm your favorite lass."

You could still remember how embarrassing it felt when he said that. In front of your friends, god they didn't live that one down until for the longest time. You were more or less to stunned to tell him that the others wouldn't fit in your bag, the moment had already passed and he was back to playing games with the rest of the patrons.

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That party was the last time you saw him in person, at least until now of course. You weren't allowed to go back after a few "incidences" occurred as your parent's put it. You would learn later on that people had supposedly gone missing in that restaurant. You were skeptical of the rumors at best. You never had any bad experiences there, outside of seeing the staff's punching bag, "Mangle" get bullied by the older kids that were often dragged along for their younger sibling's birthdays. Any issues you saw with the rest of the cast never really clicked until you hit high school.

= You couldn't believe you were going back to that restaurant to see if the Foxy you knew as a kid was still working there. You knew he wasn't the mascot, but he was still fairly important in keeping kids in line and happy.

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To his coworkers, Foxy was just another bordering-washed-out child entertainer. To you though, you could only see the remaining glimmer of spark left in his eyes. He while seemingly tired, still had the drive to keep moving unlike the rest of the "cast" as Fazbear Entertainment always put it.

He's out on his break.

This is probably not the smartest move you've made before. The closer you got to your childhood idol, the more you could feel yourself slowly losing your nerve to talk to him. You had several thoughts go through your mind, a lot of "what if's" that only stopped the second he locked eyes with you.

"Can I help you?" “Um. I'm sorry but, are you Foxy?” “Yeah, you got the right pirate. Who's asking?”  “My name’s Y/N, I’ve been a really big fan of you since I was little.”  “Since you were little you say, I haven’t got that old have I?” 

=

The man in front of you let out a sad laugh at the thought. He'd been working in the same spot for the prime of his youth, to think some kid who saw him in his early twenties would want to talk to him now was a little..... odd. Sure you may just be visiting places from your childhood and meeting your idols, maybe grabbing a few pictures before you leave.

To which you quickly corrected him. “No, no! I was just wanting to thank you.” 

“Thank me? You got nothing to thank me for.”  “That's not exactly true...You really made my childhood one I'm happy to remember. You’re the best!” 

=

You could tell that made him happier than he cared to show. Poor guy hasn't had many people say stuff like that to him in years after all. More or less your sudden appearance was comforting, like he hadn't spent the last 20 years of his life doing this job just as a way to pay the bills that would constantly stack up.

“You flatter me kid. Care to stick around to humor this old pirate? I don’t have too many fans anymore.” You didn't miss the way his dipped into a more depressed tone. Still you had a feeling that you staying at his workplace distracting him would be more detrimental to his job than helpful. It seemed rather....off-putting as well.

The man had hardly spent what...ten minutes talking to you, and he already is asking you to spend time with him? Either the man was desperate for human interaction outside of his workplace, or he had some type of ulterior motive here. "I don't want to bother you while you're working." "It's no bother. My shift ends in about two hours. If you can stand the kids and my coworkers for that long." You have no idea why you stayed, with every red flag you saw you should have turned around, got into your car, and left by now. You still chose to believe that he has no alternative motives for this other than to reminisce and chat. At least that's what you told yourself, repeatedly, for two hours as you watched this grown man dressed as a fox pirate play with kids.

What could go wrong?

=

Finally I came back and finished this damn thing... It's been sitting in my drafts for months! I just wanted to get this out of the way since it's been bugging me for the longest time. I hope you enjoyed it! If I choose to do original Chica or any of the other's stories, I'll do them on my alt, which is really unlikely since I'm no longer in this fandom.

But hey, at least you got the two foxes right?

1/20/23

#fnaf #fnaf fandom #fnaf x reader #fnaf foxy #foxy the pirate #freddy fazbear #fnaf fanfic #fnaf foxy x reader #au posting

[argonavis-hcs]

Hii! Can i request bestfriends to lovers headcanons with yuto, wataru and rio? ^^

» a/n: They're fit the category and i enjoyed writing this hehe. Thank you for requesting and enjoy~

» Tags: Yuuto Goryo x gn!reader ; Wataru Matoba x gn!reader ; Rio Kikyo x gn!reader

» TW: none!

If you guys have known each other since high school, then you know what happened between Yuuto and the three current Gyro members. You were there at that point in his life and that's something that he will never forget. He thinks he's forever indebted to you, even

The two of you are basically inseparable. Especially when he's struggling with his uni assignment despite you guys studying two different majors. As long as he has his favorite drink and favorite person, he believe he can go through any hardships!

He's a dork, alright. A dork with so many things on his mind. He's the type to remember the most random thing about you or what you've mentioned but a lot of times not the important ones. Yet you're always patient with him because years of friendship with him made you accept the fact that he's a baby trapped in a big body

You were worried when he told you he wanted to start a band, because a part of you didn't want to see Yuuto repeat the history but at the same time you want to see him fly and reach the stars above. Meanwhile, you were the core motivation for him to go back on his dream. For once, he wanted to do something to make you proud of him. A simple token of gratitude for always being there for him no matter the situation.

The four addition to his band made him realize how important you are to him. Without your to support him all these time, he wouldn't be able to reach where he is right now. And your frequent absence in his life felt like a slam in his face. It's not like you're absent because of any issue between the two of you, it's just that both of your are busy chasing each other's dream to the point where these sacrifices has to be made.

It pains him to see how many time you have to reject his invitation to watch the band live, but all he could do as your best friend is to support whatever decision you make, right?

Oooooh I want Wataru with a best friend that either has the same obsession to sweets as him or someone that's completely the opposite. Like, someone that will drag him by the back of his shirt away from a bakery LOL

Both of you promise to go hang out occasionally to catch up on each other's life no matter how busy you guys are. if Wataru is currently close to where you or vice versa, a hangout between two *cough* best friend *cough* shall be arranged immediately

You're the first person Wataru go to when it comes to checking his new song. Speaking of the lyrics, can you tell that some of the lines are made with you in his mind? No? Hmm, maybe he's not obvious enough

On bad days he'd be cooped up in his room by himself. He'd be spamming you with messages and asking you to call him when you got the time. The days might be rough but at least he got to hear his favorite sound, which is your voice

Imagine if the lyrics he'd written were becoming more and more romantic and Rio was like, "Who are you writing these for?" and then the realization hit him and he went "Ah, that's why you've been writing while being on the phone with someone."

Funny enough, not even Wataru himself realize it. He had thought that it's how best friends are, even if they don't talk everyday doesn't mean the person doesn't go through his mind everyday. Rio's words starting to weigh day by day and Wataru doesn't know what to do with the feeling in his chest. A part of him is afraid to confess because the probability of you leaving him was never 0 but a part of him also wants to take this relationship to another level

What he doesn't realize is how you always compliment the lyrics that were actually directed at you. He thought you were simply criticizing but it's your way of saying "they catch my attention the most, how do you write all of these?" Seriously both of you need to be more direct wit each other. Open your heart a little more, ok?

Aren't you curious on what he writes every time you talk about other guys that has potential to be with you romantically? I hope not. They're all secure at the deepest part of his drawer and hopefully one day he'll the one to win your heart instead.

The king of tease istg. Oh you have difficulty in anything? Here's how it will go. 1. He'll either call you clumsy or cute, it's always one of the two. 2. He'll say: "What will you ever do without me around?" 3. He'll help you. Of course he will, what kind of best friend do you take him for? 4. He'd ended up not helping at all. He did all the work by himself instead which make you feel dumb at times because how else will you be good at those things? 5. If you say anything other than "Thank you" he'll reply with "Do you really need to be good at them when you have me around?"

Both of you might be best friends since early childhood or high school so you already know what he's like before the band came along. You noticed every little change in him but he doesn't ever want to hear it. Kind of unfair since he love to tease but doesn't want to be teased back.

Since the beginning of your friendship Rio would randomly give you something at random times. An apple at P.E class, a bag of candy on weekend, a new pair of cute sock at 3rd period of Monday, you name it. And there's always a paper attached to it with either him bullying you (affectionately) or weird drawings he did on boring classes. The other classmates genuinely thought the two of you were dating that they're surprised they learn the truth.

"You guys should date, then." If you get a dollar for every you hear it, you'd be rich by now.

Fast forward to present time, the teasing never go away it's a huge part of character at this point. But do you want to know what changed? His demeanor when you're introducing him to another one of your guy friends. In his head his existence in your life is equal to all the guys in the world combined so why would you need another guy in your life? Especially one as capable as Rio.

The things he'd do to show his stance to these guys are usually having his arm on your shoulder, carrying your bag even though you're not carrying anything other than that, leaving the group for a moment only to come back with your favorite snack and say "What? Isn't this your favorite?", and more.

One of these days he feel like saying "Remember what those people always tell you about our relationship? I think It's time to give them what they want."

#headcanons #from argonavis #argonavis #argonavis imagines #yuuto goryo x reader #wataru matoba x reader #rio kikyo x reader

[terrence-silver]

What books do you think are Terry's favorites? What about films?

Well, he was shown reading Hobbs' Leviathan when left to his own devices.

Is it safe to envision Terry Silver likes his works of classical philosophy, both Eastern and Western? Machiavelli's Prince as the ultimate guideline of being? Maybe Sun Tzu's Art of War, as a lesson on strategizing? Nietzsche? Kant? Confucius? Stoics and Cynicism? Romantics and Realists alike? But, it goes further than that. I think that when Terry reads, he reads indiscriminately and on a whim, because every work of literature, consisting of deep thought and the most shallow, vapid, self-indulgent thing you could imagine contains something he can learn and collect for his arsenal --- a lesson in human behaviour he can draw from (or at least be amused by), chameleon with high observational skills that he is, and as such, he is a man of such extremes, he can go from researching The Hundred Schools of Thought from Ancient China and Korean Neo-Confucianism and Taoism to reading porn. Or Tabloids. Or news columns about himself --- or whoever is the next person he plans to draw into a scheme of his. Downright. His tastes range from one end of the spectrum to the other and everything in between. It is safe to say he'd adapt his tastes depending who he has the (dis)pleasure of dealing with. His target likes a certain thing, as he discovers, upon extensive research of them? Well, now he likes a commonly related thing to easier get under their skin by feigning common interests --- but not too much to where it gets suspicious. If they don't like a thing, well, he is much the same --- because he keeps his true likes and dislikes close to heart, transforming as per requirement, and few people ever discover what it is Terry Silver actually enjoys because he never reveals it or changes himself so often it is impossible to pinpoint him.

Target enjoys the color green?

Wouldn't you know it, Terry enjoys all the shades of green known to the human eye.

He even has a wonderful, impressive and most rare collection of green things.

Would you like a tour of all his green things?

A lot of choices for Terry Silver are deliberate and tactical posturing. Media is posturing. Books. Cousine. Wines. Opinions. Beliefs. Fundraisers. Charities. Things he says. Things he does. I feel he doesn't think a great many individuals deserve to know the real him (if such a thing even exists after a certain point, when you peel back all that he is and built himself to be), because him being known is a weakness and leaves him open to being controlled and affected (and plainly, he doesn't like a great many people enough to even want to share), even if he is known in a really miniscule, benevolent way such as 'What is your favourite movie?' --- and as such, he has a collection of acceptable, compartmentalized answers he gives to all of these questions when asked by people, much like a celebrity would during a rehearsed interview to broadcast a certain image:

What is Mr. Silver's favourite movie?

Why, it is Casablanca, of course!

Only the classiest, most elegantly well-known movie of all time!

Favourite book?

Oh, my work’s schedule tragically prevents me from dibbling into my private library's collection as much as I'd like, but I enjoy a great American classic like any other person. Great Gatsby, I'd say. I'm on possession of an original first edition signed copy from from 1925 that went at about $150,000! Would you like to see it?

Thing is, none of these answers are outright true. A person would need to be extremely special to ever discover what Terry Silver genuinely likes and dislikes, otherwise, everyone lesser than that gets a barrage of lies upon lies and made up stories, fabrications and fantastical inventions. If you know him for who and what he actually is --- you must be exponentially important to him.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #terry silver headcanon #terry silver headcanons #movies #books #character analysis #pathological lying

[fredheads]

i think a lot about fp waking his ass up early (or maybe he just never went to sleep the night before.... whos to say) and driving his boyfriend to work when fred started working construction in high school and he'd give him a quick little peck if no one was around and tell him to have a good day and how he knew what a load fred had on his shoulders during that time he just wanted to do whatever he could to help and make him feel better and give him something to smile about even if it was tiny...

THIS IS MY FAVORITE FAVORITE FAVOURITE!!!!! it always worked too it gave fred at least a little smile and one good memory to hold onto during the day 🥺 those secret lil kisses meant the world to him but also so did the gesture of fp driving him to work cuz fred was very aware fp was not a morning person that was a huge gesture of love and it meant the same thing as a kiss ❤️ shut uppppppppppp!!! also it was for freds safety cuz he was always so tired fp didn't want him driving and risking an accident 👉👈 not that fps insomniac ass was any better at 5am but yknow!! He's gotta keep his boy safe... It just helps him sleep better... Also if fp started getting nosy about what fred was packing for lunch and a couple times it was just random junk food or food he knew fred hated cuz fred was always half asleep making it and getting groceries was hard and money was tight etc etc and if fp started packing his lunch for him not my business or even just bringing extra for him.... ❤️😔

[proof0fexistence]

My ex-boyfriend has a girlfriend

Originally posted August 4, 2023

Names have been changed for privacy

My ex-boyfriend has a girlfriend. The word boyfriend is doing a lot of heavy lifting. I never called him that until we were over. It simply wasn't that serious.

We met the summer I graduated high school. I knew the moment that I met him he would be the first person I'd have sex with, if he'd have me. He was charming; valedictorian eagle-scout Stanford student letting loose in college. He had cool music, cool style, cool (to a freshly 18-year-old) tattoos. I was smitten. We would meet in my favorite part of town, Westcott, every two weeks or so. We were both shy about the fact that we were hooking up. We would first go on a date-ish thing, wouldn't even hold hands, blushing if even our knees brushed. Then, we would reach his parents car, a prius with a Biden Harris sticker on the back (if that says anything about who his parents are), and again, awkwardly wait until one of us broke the ice and made the first move. We would enter the backseat and get to work. That first summer, we didn't have groundbreaking conversation, nor groundbreaking sex, looking back. But he was intoxicating. I grew obsessed with him. I thought about him constantly, I would check his instagram every day to see if he posted, even if he gained a follower. I stalked his ex, also named Paige, guess he has a thing for the name. He was simply cool, and I wanted what he had. It was such innocent love, if that's even what it was. Some of my favorite songs hold memories from this summer. When we hummed This Must Be the Place in my front seat, before Fade Into You came on, and he kissed me. Someday was a favorite of his, and I absorbed it into my taste as if it had always been there. We parted ways as I left for college, not before I gave him a friendship bracelet, a sign of my adoration for what we fostered that summer.

My first year at college came and went. It was tough for me. I look back at that time and I get sad for the person I was. I had no support for what I was going through, and it ultimately made me more cynical. To deal with my sadness, along with alcohol, men were a great numbing presence. I slept around, to say the least, and I kissed more people than I can count or care to remember. I was never satisfied with the men that I saw. The consistent ones were missing something, but I couldn't place it at the time. What they were missing, as I came to find out, was anything that made them attractive to me. I was ready for summer. I had a job lined up at the Co-op, a small, overpriced health food store in Westcott that would pay me to read books all day and talk to old hippies. It was a dream come true, and I stand by the fact that that job will be the best one I have ever had. Not to mention, my location was ideal for running into him.

I can't tell if he anticipated us seeing each other again that second summer. He superliked me on tinder (how romantic) and we set a time to meet. There was a sort of nostalgia to this encounter, meeting at the same park, getting coffee from the same place. Some things had changed, I cut my hair and got one more tattoo. He started smoking and joined a band. I was still eager to see him, but after spending some time in the real world, his luster had faded a little bit. He was more real, we were at the same level. While we still didn't have super deep conversations, I felt more and more like a friend to him. We saw each other less that summer than the one before. I remember after hooking up he asked me if he should take his airpods with him to smoke his cigarette after sex or if I wanted to join him in the abandoned school parking lot. I joined him, of course. I loved him. He showed me his band's setlist for the year, we sat out and watched the stars in a pitch-black park. There was one night during the summer that I was supposed to go over to his house after work. His parents were out of town, and I told mine that I was staying at Andrea's. I had been looking forward to it all week. The day before, he dove into a pond drunk, and got a concussion. I did not go over to his house that night. I drafted text after text wanting to ask if I could come still, just to sit with him, just to keep him company and watch a movie and hold him. I wanted to show him that I liked him, at the very least, beyond the sex. I never sent those messages out of fear that he wouldn't feel the same way. I didn't see him for the rest of the summer, I was gone in montreal and then I had covid. I haven't seen him since.

I think about him a lot. One of my greatest regrets is not letting him in. I refused to be vunerable with him about anything. I was assaulted that first summer, in the midst of seeing him, and still, I said nothing. I wish I had told him how I had felt. Even if I wasn't blatantly naive and told him I loved him, I wish I had indicated that I cared about him, I do care about him, and I enjoy his company. I wish that I had explored the possibility of us with him. Who's to say if he would have felt the same way, but letting myself feel and admit to feel, that would have been productive.

And now he has a girlfriend. And I have a boyfriend. They seem happy together. When we were chatting that final summer, I asked him about his friends, his crushes at school (stupid!), and he mentioned a girl he liked, he thought she was so cute. I thought I had her pinned from his instagram posts with model-like women, a blonde named Lucy. I was wrong. She is a sweetly beautiful woman, she makes incredible art. Her name is Diane. Her dad invented Roblox, so I guess she has the trust fund above me. And my boyfriend and I, well, we seem happy. We travel a lot, do a lot of hiking and camping. We have sex, good sex, better sex, often. And still I think about Louis. I hope he is doing well. I hope 20 years down the line, we can grab coffee and laugh about all of the nonsense of our youth. I hope we can hold a flame in each others lives.

Louis, be well.

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[kirkwallsquad]

🌴, 🌈, 📚 and 💔 for the details about your ocs asks :3

🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening?

You know, I think Asra could really enjoy gardening, and I do think he'd be alright at it once he gets started. He's very particular about details, so I think he'd be observant in regards to his plants' health and needs! But at the same time, he's prissy and doesn't like getting dirty. That being said, he's currently working on enchanting a pair of gloves to permanently have prestidigitation cast on them so they're always clean. So maybe then!

🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

Asra's bi! He's a trans man (uses he/him pronouns but they/them is fine too) and got his gender affirming magical surgery over at the local temple, which was fun.

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

That's a little bit hard to say because Asra never went to school. He was taught things in the orphanage where he grew up, and then he got an apprenticeship at a tailor's at age 16. Eventually he made a name for himself and because he's pretty and charming and talented got kinda inducted into high society. I think his ex educated him a bit tbh, that's not really something I'd thought about before but it makes sense! His ex was... awful, to say the least, and I think he wanted an "educated" partner, so I can see him making Asra sit down and read a shitton of books.

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

Technically already answered here, but at this point in the story Asra is very much defined by his negative traits so let me elaborate a bit! Asra has to be the favorite and best and most special boy ever. He gets very jealous very quickly and deals with said jealousy in increasingly unhealthy ways. He's also massively insecure (whilst being massively overconfident) about things like his draconic heritage and its physical manifestation (he always wears gloves to hide the scales and claws on his hands) aaand considers himself a monster! Which he kind of is, sometimes. He also has no idea what a healthy relationship is supposed to look like and wants to be a better person but is massively fucked in the head and keeps failing at it. Poor boy. I think Asra is my most messed-up OC yet tbh and that's saying something...

thank you soso much for playing mwah <3

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[semi-imaginary-place]

albinnaux is like a failed griffith from berserk. both of them committed hard to childhood dreams beyond the reasonable point where everyone else would have given up and albinnaux did eventually give up but not before costing him almost all that he'd worked for. and like asogi kazuma, determination made things worse but continuing past the point where they should have tried another approach and its only after he gave up that things got better.

I was talking about how shipping does not come naturally to me. i don't see any character in a romantic or sexual light until im externally exposed to it, its just not the default. long term exposure or the work works hard to convince me, thats usually what it takes. The only ffxiv ocs that are in relationships are the ones where the core concept im exploring is the relationship itself like noyu and lau or cynng and maud, otherwise while i conceptually know most of them have dated in the past like mathilde or cookie or yvontel i can only really think about it in the vaguest sense unless i put a lot of effort into it.

at which point reversalsun said "I think you should ship alby with Jannequinard" and that caused me so much psychic damage that my brain went into overdrive for like 20 minutes. i love janne he's one of my favorites, what a pathetic man, but he's... yeah.

albinnaux likes competence and janne is ... the exact sort of useless noble brat albinnaux thinks is the scourge of ishgard. also you know they know each other right? its like seeing that idiot you knew in middle school and he's still an idiot. oof yeah im struggling you picked pretty good opposites the one similarity is that neither are traditionalists although albinnaux pretended or at least gave plausible deniability while in ishgard. does he even like men??? i can say that pre arr albi would hesitate being seen with janne because of the possible reputation hit by associating with an eccentric slut. reputation would also be why he never befriended haurchefant. stephanivien's high status makes it less risky. he'd probably like laniaitte actually if privately thinking her not ambitious enough. also in my first draft janne and albi are first cousins. i like half ditched the house durendaire idea though so idk where that stands. this fact i only remembered because i thought about how funny it would be for albinnaux and carvellain to meet in limsa. i originally made albinnaux a durendaire because i thought it would be funny and also for the family drama. but as i build his story i realized i would make more sense for him not to be from the big 4.

of the npcs albinnaux would most likely date minfilia. she's someone who believed in him at his lowest (patch 2.5?) so it was the right time and place. and i think their personalities are pretty compatible. with albinnaux you need someone who can bend and give to meet him but will also hold their ground when its important. albinnaux is cold on the surface and runs hot deep underneath. minfilia has a mild demeanor and strong convictions so i think she'd be able to meet him where he is. like when albinnaux isnt playing nice to cosy up to someone in power his natural demeanor is a little prickly and not a lot of people can handle it which is why he often hides it. as much as he's been burned and embittered albinnaux has also had a strong moral core so he attracted to people with strong morals and ideals who care about things like justice and the greater good. more generally because of his repeated failures he admires people with strong convictions and high competency. he would never admit any of this. and then on a personal note j just dont really like age gap romances so unless its for a specific purpose i'll usually chose people in the same age range. oh yeah and narratively i wanted albinnaux to get that little spark of hope before crushing it hahahahaha

i also think discussions of spirituality and religion would be interesting between them. albinnaux was raised orthodox halonic but came to disavow church and religion seeing them as tools to oppress the people and keep the highborn in power. minfilia though is very spiritual and religious she's basically head priest to the hydaelyn cult. and him getting crystal mommy visions and powers is uh an experience. so its the first time he sees faith as a non negative though he isnt about to worship anyone ever. cant remember if i told you but in arr albinnaux sees himself as only the warrior of light and worthless on his own. i find albinnaux and minfilia to have compatible personalities but faith and religion just might be the driving wedge between them. idk how it'd turn out. in arr albinnaux would probably find that devoutness off-putting and is generally wary of any overtly religious person being so used to the inquisitors. that its hydaelyn adds another layer to it since albinnaux all at once feels grateful, jealous/power hungry, and resentful towards hydaelyn. and also the twelve are well known but hydaelyn worship is like that weird side cult thing right?

but there's also the fact that personally i don't find minfilia interesting so im not like excited to think about her. im pretty good at taking my biases into account when evaluating things impartially. which is how i came up with minfilia for an answer but that doesn't mean i like it. i also considered haurchfant who i personally like much better. haurchefant's ... a LOT when the player first meets him and i wonder if that might be different if albinnaux is the wol since they know of each other by reputation if nothing else. "the fortemps bastard" and albinnaux had all sorts of gossip trailing him in ishgard (part of why he snapped) and now he's also a deserter. albinnaux also definitely snubbed/avoided haurchefant as a kid so while albi never directly bullied haurchefant i can see him walking away without helping. of course both are professional enough to work together. if haurchefant had acted like he does in game albinnaux would have wanted to run for the hills but would have grit his teeth because he has a job to do.

rocky starts aside hauchefant like minfilia is also that mix of bending and unbending. he's more easy going than albinnaux but will also hold his ground. he has strong convictions and is someone actively moving towards his goals which albinnaux would be similarly drawn too. i also think there's an interesting mix of albinnaux who's been repressing himself in a lot of ways for years and hauchefant who's one of the least repressed ishgardian we meet (stephanivien is probably the other). i think the biggest stumbling block here is that they are fundamentally oriented towards different things. both acknowledge the injustices of ishgard but with minfilia and albinnaux its ideals first and everything else is to back those up, while haurchefant seems more physically grounded in reality with a keen eye for the here and now.

stephanivien was another consideration. he's such a freak i love him. it helps that he and albinnaux are already good friends. they just get along very well. he's his little funny rabbit. they believe in a lot of the same things too though albinnaux rarely said those things out loud. steph said: guns will make knights obsolete and undermine the power of nobility and albinnaux thought hell yeah finally youre so right bestie. i can see them chatting through the night talking about the future. one thing they'd have to overcome is when albinnaux confronts him about something i can see stephanivien dodging and deflecting where albi would have preferred to be met head on. i can also see steph being a little too much to deal with if albinnaux is feeling tired or grumpy. whether he says it or not is another thing but albinnaux really admires stephanivien for being unabashedly himself and wholeheartedly pursuing his own interests and ignoring the expectations for high house sons. albinnaux tried to have both and ended up not achieving either which is something that pains him so seeing steph is like looking into the sun.

this was very challenging since by default i mostly think of these as platonic, but i guess they could work as romantic. oh and there's no conclusion to this or anything its just a thought experiments. shame that i think about 100 faster than i type. and writing things out is such a pain so it usually doesn't happen.

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