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a-doubleh-x · 28 days

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Why I like Charlastor

The other day I noticed there was some negativity in the Charlastor tag, including antis and people feeling the need to defend against antis, so I thought I might as well take a step back and just write candidly about why I like the ship.

I only got into Hazbin in October of last year, but already it has inspired me a lot to write and fantazise about it. Like most people, I started with the classic "they look cute together", but as I kept looking I couldn't help but think there was something else to these two than first met the eye.

For starters, I love Pollyanas! I think they get a bad rep for being naive, but I just appreciate an optimist like Charlie who just wants to make people around her happy because it makes her happy. I also like bad boys 😳 I'm a pretty heteronormative guy, so I haven't had a big chance to explore that part of myself yet, but I do like the danger and excitement someone like Alastor brings to the table.

I will admit when I started writing Charlastor I felt like I was handling dynomite. It's a lil scary to ship a boundless altruist with a manipulative sociopath, but bear with me.

I think each of them has something the other needs. I think Charlie needs someone to challenge her, someone to steer her in the right direction while she's mostly isolated. At the start of the series, practically nobody but Vaggie takes her seriously, and Alastor is no exception. He mocks her, teases her, but she still listens and I think it's because somewhere deep down she understands there's something he's trting to communicate in his annoying, but curious way.

Of course, I also love the fanon Charlie who's down bad for Alastor, and even if that Charlie is a little naive, I think it's also sweet and she can use some indulgence while most people treat her like a child.

On the other hand, when it comes to Alastor, this is a bit of a theory on my part, but I think he's secretely lonely. He has friends, certainly, like Rosie and Mimzy, but they're not good enough friends to live together with him. They don't seem to be able to save him from "pure, absolute boredom". But Charlie, for some reason can, even though she's a stranger at the beginning when Alastor chooses to move into the Hotel.

Alastor is not as much of a cynic as someone who chooses to see things in a perspective that benefits him. He doesn't think redeeming sinner is "hopeless", but "hilarious" instead, which has interesting implications to me. That's why he chooses to hover around Charlie, not because he thinks she's lame, rather because he thinks she's silly. She makes him laugh. Which I think is kind of how Alastor sees "love".

And then you have fanon Alastor who, depending on the writer, is either a horny animal, a wisecrack edgelord or a soft boy who's mean to everyone but Charlie XD I like several of those interpretations, but I kinda prefer mine just out of personal taste. I think the best part about Alastor is that he doesn't *care* what anyone thinks of him and always does what he wants, even at the expense of other people, which I find pretty enviable.

They're kinda both outcasts in their own ways. Charlie by being unable to fit in and Alastor being unwilling to compromise. But they don't judge each other. He supports her in his own weird way and she houses him and is delighted of him in general, which is tasty food for his ego. I do wonder why Alastor is interested in Charlie, both in canon and in a fandom vacuum.

There's some cool potential for drama there, but also growth and healing, in my opinion. Personally, I think Alastor doesn't want to actually *hurt* Charlie, but he may hurt those around her, which will be a moment to start settling compromises if Charlie puts her foot down.

That haz bin my review so far! I'm honestly pretty grateful for Vivziepop for all of the work she's done so far, I know directing, animating and writing two shows over the course of 5 year or so ain't easy. I'm also grateful to the fandom who shares their thoughts and vision, which calms the terrible voices I started hearing in my head since I bought this weird old radio.

I'm in the middle of a break, but if you're interested in my fanfics I'll get back to writing very soon. Cheers! 🌈❤🦌

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #alastor hazbin hotel #charlastor

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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chop chop slide | kurt kunkle x fem!reader

Pairing | Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content 18+ minors dni, unprotected piv sex, car sex, rough sex, hair pulling, scratching, dirty talk, degradation, recording without consent, mentions of murder skits. eludes to an unhappy ending.

Word Count | 1.3k

A/N | this has been a draft for a looooong time so i'm glad it's finally complete and published!! thank u to my favourite kurt babes @loveshotzz and @chainsawmunson for dealing with my ramblings for this fic, and to @superblysubpar for kickstarting my obsession with writing for this lil incel

He’s not incredible at this, you need to make that perfectly clear in your head before you end up falling in love with a sociopath. It’s hard to remind yourself when he’s deep in your guts and fucking you in rhythm with the shitty electronic music that’s vibrating in the car, bass thrumming through your veins.

There are little spatters of blood above his eyebrow, the tips of his dirty blonde hair matted with it, and you’re trying to ignore it but it’s hard to. You knew his murder skits were fake, (or so you hoped) still it doesn’t make it any less unsettling to look at, especially in the vulnerable state you’re currently in — tits out, cunt stuffed full, locked in a basic strangers car.

“H-holy shit,” Kurt stutters, knocking you out of your trance, wide eyes tearing away from his soiled hair and back to his awestruck face. His own eyes are watching where you’re bouncing on top of him, your pussy sucking him in, soaking his pelvis. You leave a creamy ring of release matting down his pubic hair, a testament to how turned on you really were.

You bury your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging tightly until he’s hissing and punching up into you, cock gliding wetly inside your velvet walls. It’s animalistic, a push and shove for dominance, and you’re unsure who’s going to win as his fingers bite into your thick thighs and keep you held down on him, the thick head of his cock bruising into your cervix and knocking the air from your lungs.

It was unexpected, when you’d pulled his cock out of his pants in eagerness, you didn’t expect to see the absolute monster that sprung loose. He was hung, ridiculously so, and from that second you knew you needed him in you. Wasted no time in sinking down onto him, relishing in the quiet whining it produced from his puffy pink lips.

It was still knocking the wind out of you now, though. It made you feel dizzy with want, the biting at your slick walls still somewhere in the back of your mind.

“Your pussy is so tight,” Kurt groans, head thumping back against the headrest, eyes squeezing shut as he catches a breath for a moment. You find that moment of weakness to regain control of the situation, using your knees to start up your movements again, clamping down on his girth until he’s gasping, eyes flying open again, “I’m gonna cum if you — fuck, fuck!”

“Feel that good?” You ask, stupid on his cock. Of course it fucking feels good, you can feel him pulsing inside of you, stretching your walls with every deep stroke. You loosen the grip on his hair in favor of clamping your fingers onto the back of his chair, bouncing with more vigor, unable to contain the pretty moans spewing from your gloss-slick plump lips.

The winding in your belly builds with every deep stroke of Kurt’s cock inside of you, the curved tip brushing at your frontal wall perfectly until you’re mewling, back arching until your chest is flush to his own, his soft baby blue sweater welcoming against your hot skin.

Your gushing cunt begins to drown out the shitty bass thrumming in your ears, sloppy and dripping all down the insides of your thighs and laving at Kurt’s balls. The slick sounds a testament to how turned on you are, and that mixing with his silly little pathetic whimpering is about to do it for you. It builds, and builds, and builds until —

“Say you want me,” Kurt’s voice catches you by surprise — it’s not as high pitched as usual, deep with want as he fucks up into you, doing half the work for you as your body goes limp, exhausted from the impending orgasm that just got washed away in an instant, “Say y-you— say you need me.”

Your cunt clenches, a wave of heat thrumming in your belly at his words. You can’t even reply, at a loss for what to say, unable to focus on anything but the way the tip of his cock grazes your frontal wall and the needy way his big eyes are watching you.

He doesn’t like that you’re not giving him an answer, not giving him what he wants. He whines like a petulant child, fists a hand into your hair and tugs you back until you’re bent backwards, lodged in between the two front seats on the center console. You yelp, crying out at the new angle and the change of pace.

“Say it.” He demands, the pleading look still etched on his face, though his eyes are hardened in a way that’s almost terrifying. It’s hard to focus on the murderous look in his eye when he’s fucking you so rough you feel like you’re bruising, and you’re so weak for it that you’re gushing all over him, like a true sadist creep.

“W-want you, Kurt,” You stutter, unable to hold back your tears when he tugs your hair harder. The song changes, though your ears hardly register it. From this angle you can see the streetlights out the windows, painfully aware now of how open and public this is, how if the cops came you’d both be fucked. It doesn’t help how much you’re enjoying this.

Kurt groans when you finally give him what he wants, the reply he needed, all the anger on his face changing to bliss, “Tell the camera how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, gleaming white teeth showing menacingly under the harsh lighting. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this the entire time — red light on his little gopro that was stuck to the windscreen.

You panic a little when you make eye contact with the camera, aware you’ve given yourself away completely now, so if he were to show this to anybody or post it there was no way to deny it was you. But when Kurt fucks up into you so hard your eyes roll into your skull, the anger and offence disappears as fast as it came.

“Fucking admit it,” His words catch between a plea and an order, whiny at the end as you continue moaning instead of obeying him immediately. Your tummy winds tight, tighter than the hand he has wound in your tresses, the rough tug making your scalp burn, “Do it, you slut.”

“It’s — it’s so good, Kurt. Fuck, oh fuck,” You’re yelping, vision blurring at the edges, his violent words mixing with the harsh way his cock slams into your spongey spot enough to tip you over. Your fingers grip at his sides, talon-like nails raking into his skin hard enough to tear it as you cum, white hot heat spreading through your body as your cunt spasms and clenches around his thick length.

“You — you’re s-so wet,” Kurt stutters, his hips faltering in a telltale sign that he’s close to losing it. You watch him with hazy eyes as he leans forward, upper body engulfing your own, his free hand coming out to squeeze roughly at the swell of your tit, thumb sliding over your tight nipple until you’re moaning for him, pussy pulsing around him.

“Yeah?” Your voice is hoarse and wet, the stinging in your scalp turning to pain and raking a sob from you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “Cum in me, then. Make me even wetter, you’d like that, right?”

Apparently, he would. Because your question has him grabbing at your soft breast harder, his hips stilling as his cock pulses inside of you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He’s so pretty when he cums that you can’t rip your eyes away, his hazel orbs slipping shut and dusky pink lips parting in a ragged moan.

It’s quiet for a second as the song transitions into something a little quieter, unfamiliar in your ears. So quiet, that you’re able to pick up a small whisper that sends chills down your spine;

“I'm not letting you go now.”

#kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle fic #kurtsworld96 smut #kurtsworld96 fic #joe keery smut #my work #mine #my fanfic #x reader

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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I just notice most of my writings I make a reader that can cook due to self insert... so now I'm doing the opposite-

Hcs that you can't cook and what would they do...

Can't cook as well so you both are screwed. The end.

Jokes apart, man really can't cook for the life of his.

He does know how to use a oven, he does know some recipes... but does he actually cook? Naim.

Is terrible even.

I don't even doubt he can burn water.

Poor bird tried so many times to make something for you or him but it's just never ends up right so he just gives up with a pouty face and goes to munch on some KFC :(

Much like you do.

So basically how the heck you guys live? Well, Keigo has a shit ton of money, so you guys can go out plenty of times or order a take out.

But alas, neither of you always want bought food because neither of you are made of money.

So Hawks being Hawks gladly will annoy ask Endeavour-san or Tokayami to for some leftovers.

Yes. Yes he asks food from a freacking teenager.

Enji truly is pissed at both of you.

If you get insecure over this he just smiles at you and assures is no big deal.

"We can always have our favorite foods delivered dove. Besides, cooking is not my talent either, so don't worry, you are great at everything you do anyway."

Man is so cute, he supports you muchhhh

But if you want to learn he will go all out to be your personal cheerleader.

Might tear up at the first dish you make him.

Screw if it's bad or not he is swallowing the whole thing down.

He won't regret it. Even if it ends up having to spend all the afternoon on the toilet.

Pls call a ambulance if he starts to throw up-

Not so screwed.

Man can do the bare minimum

Like... instant noodles and hamburger steak.

He is not much on complicated dishes, he fears he might screw up and didn't even tried once. For both disinterest and fear of messing up.

If he catches you putting yourself down due to this, he will put aside everything he was doing, grab your hand, yank you to the bedroom and assure you are great... and also you are so fucked... literally.

Yeah, do what you can with this information.

Man couldn't care less iff you are the masterchef or burn pasta, he will love you either way.

Besides, you are luck if you don't cook for him honestly.

Man is such a picky eater that if he ends up with someone that does cook he will give them headaches.

A nightmare to decide what to eat.

Despite hating fish, he will absolutely go out of his way to make a Italian pasta with tuna if you do like fish.

Aaaww <3 look at the loveable sociopath being a good boyfriend

Kurogiri.

That's it. That's the hc.

Kurogiri is your life saver. You're in good hands, man is good at making food.

HOUSE HUSBAND MATERIAL FIGHT ME

Hari doesn't care honestly.

He can cook for both of you.

Sweet dependable man ❤

Dude knows how to make a full course meal out of only 4 ingredients.

Put him on masterchef

He reassures you all day that is fine if you can't or don't want to cook since for him is not all that big of a deal.

The only thing he wants you to do, if you want to help him, is that you pass the ingredients or just crack the eggs

Cue him laughing like a hyena when you accidentally drop the eggshell on the bowl but not the actual egg.

Listen, even if you end uo ruining a recipe this dude will laugh. Not at you, but at the situation.

Because to him, is a fond memory he can look back at on his worst days to make him smile.

SOMEONE MARRY THIS MAN HE DESERVES IT-

Oh he is such a bitch about this-

Man knows how to cook some basics dishes and rarely a more sophisticated one but... he simply doesn't want to.

Is too 💫messy💫 for the pretty prince 🤴

He won't actually order or obligate you to cook for him since he is better than that I hope but do expect some sarcastic remarks that even Mimic could do an omelet.

I want to slap him for this shit-

The moment you bring up his disdain for kitchen messes and dirty dishes he will shut up pretty quickly with a scoff.

Arrogant lil sh-

So, either his subordinates make the dishes for you guys(i recommend chrono again), or he takes you out on a restaurant that he trusts.

Let's forget he is bankrupt for just a sec, pops will end up crying about the bill of the restaurant later

But there is this RARE situations where he will do something to impress you.

Man made Unagi for you. Show some respect.

And to your surprise it actually taste good!

Don't tell him though. We are sick of his God like syndrome.

And also, don't expect too much of this... as I said, is really rare that he would do something like that. He doesn't like to get his hands DIRTY

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #chrono x reader #kurono hari x reader #i wont even put shigaraki x reader for this one #overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #bnha villains #bnha villains x reader #bnha x reader #zuffer writings #keigo takami x reader #todoroki touya x reader #kai chisaki x reader

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ctheathy · 1 year

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Hi I love your story and I read your secret histories story and I love it, I wanna ask if your not busy how about a yandere secret history tails x reader where she is a kind and sweet person who never judge someone by their appearance and she dotes and pampers him a lot

Yandere Secret History Tails w/ sweetheart!Darling

Secret History Tails x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note : Why hello, Nonnie!! Of course you may, my darling, hope you’ll be able to enjoy<3<3 My apologies for slight inactiveness, I assure each and every one of you that more headcanons of our lil ol’ psycho and other characters are also coming up; things have just been a teensy tiny bit busy for me lately, but I do try keeping up with the requests. Don’t want to let yall down💞

Quick note that I do not write for gendered Readers much though!! Accidents can happen when requesting, and I promise I am not upset, but just so everyone understands that gender is not something I’m going after.

Due to the request describing identical characteristics for the Reader as the one in my A Once Innocent Act of Tenderness fic and no specified choice of content was asked for, headcanons with that particular darling were chosen =} Just see it as a minor backup continuation of the story.

A Once Innocent Act of Tenderness ➷

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Delusional mindsets • Obsessive + Possessive behaviour • Murder + Torture mention • Forced relationship • Co-dependency • Kidnapping • Worship • Psychological abu$3 • Brainwashing trauma [On Tails’ part] • Tails may as well get his own TW tbh

Outwardly there doesn’t seem to be all too big of a difference between yandere Secret History Tails and his neutral version. They’re both still very much sociopathic, show clear signs of unhinged behaviour and may get obsessive streaks from time to time, are manipulators at heart, can remain atleast somewhat delusional about both of your relationship with one another and they too view you as something much more above than any other mobian that might have their ways in their pathetic unworth of a universe. And although he normally could have recovered from this mindset slowly with the help by his side, his full on yandere form however, does not. And all honestly speaking, it wouldn’t even be likely to occur in the first place without a specific darling that is kind and has been there from the very beginning; when his trauma of brainwash has developed into something else ...and certainly not something in a positive light. It’s safe to say that this version of his may even be more disturbed than the sanity of his usual self, and that information alone is enough to bring in that you’re going to be stuck on quite the bumpy ride.

While his usual worshipping behaviour would hold nothing malicious behind it, this case is a little more ... interestingly different to say the least. Unlike his casual form who most easily said puts you in the place which was originally meant to be taken by Sonic after you’ve came along and properly earned it; this state of his and his already existing delusions have caused him to literally believe you to be his own personal guardian angel, being there for him in order to protect him from all the wrongs, misery and injustice in this existence. Unlike usual, at an early point he knows that the “real” Sonic of his dimension doesn’t want him, just letting the hedgehog take advantage of his seemingly non-lucid state and torment him to no end; causing him to both grow incredibly touch starved for any kind of gentle offering and worsening his already unstable mindset. And the one simple change that makes all the difference between the two is how he’d normally find himself giving in over time torwards your doting nature with him in particular, while this version of his had already emotionally snapped before he even got the chance to do so. Now the only motivations being left to linger in the back of his mind being the one entity that’s been sweet to him right from the start, and the desperate desire to just take them in as his own--His property. The others have been able to keep you and your dearing behaviour all to themselves for far too long by now, it’s only fair.

As information that’s been given before, a darling like this has him fairly taken aback, the sweet demeanour being, quite sadly said, totally foreign to him. On one hand he wants to give in, wants to achieve the gentleness that’s right on the end of the line and so easily accessible, the desires for the consideration and care becoming close to unbearable to him; but right at the same time, he feels suspicious torwards the close to angelic aura around them, feeling as if it’s nothing more and nothing less than some mere act. This distrust being caused by the harassment he’s got back when he wasn’t even in this position as Sonic’s best friend, despite the lack of memory from it. You’re too sweet for your own good, too perfect; of course it couldn’t be genuine. Another thing potentially stalling him is the fact how Sega has quite literally made him believe how his existence is meant to be surrounded by Sonic, it becoming closer to convincing him farther how it holds absolutely zero meaning without the blue hedgehog being in the picture. But even despite these thoughts of protest, the fox can only take so much. there’s gonna be some point where he cannot suppress these feelings anymore.

Even though his usual self is no exception to causing deaths of those that just so happened to cause immense discomfort or pain to you; another thing that can be written off as a big change is that he’s a whole lot more violent torwards any potential rivals, quite literally going off for torture right off the bat, unlike his casual self who just wishes to get the job done with by blowing the said mobian into hundreds of little bits by his excellent yet dangerous explosives. His yandere form however ... Is absolutely not comparable; his actions now being much more similar to how he treated his victims at the end of secret histories. The two-tailed fox absolutely has zero restraints over himself and is often completely out of control when doing so, the blood of his nemesis covering the floor and walls and psychopathic laughter filling the air. Another important aim being how unlike he would have behaved with Sonic’s case, he would be a whole lot more secretive about the entire murder thing around you. He wouldn’t want to upset his precious and divine admirer now, would he? You’d slowly notice those around you starting to disappear into thin air, each and every acquaintance vanishing only to never see the light of day ever again.

Something else I could picture is that he specifically holds immense grudges against any other Tails counterparts of his, going as far to just take care of the little issue almost immediately after notice. Despite being the filthy imposters they are, he’ll likely feel as if their chances with you rival his own, knowing just as well that they’re close to identical in appearance and intelligence. And if anything, he likely feels the most threatened by them, knowing they could all charm and lure you in all the same way you were captivated by him to begin with.

As for his behaviour torwards his darling after legitimately cracking and taking them in out of said ‘‘protection”, it could mostly be written down as both having a rather clingy and worshipping attitude, yet surprisingly distant right at the same time; not wanting to scare them off. You’re not going anywhere, he knows that much, but having them dreadfully fear him to no avail in improvement over time would absolutely crumble the fox to pieces. He absolutely doesn’t mean any kind of harm torwards his darling, to the point of quite literally not daring to lay a finger on them; but if it wasn’t already obvious before, he has clear limits to his patience. Although not directed torwards them, he can be found growing aggressive due to the lack of emotional touch and is often one to take it out on the unfortunate bystanders nearby, gifting you their still beating hearts as his own little way to show his graciousness torwards you, not realising in the slightest how terrified it truly makes them.

Don’t get me wrong, he adores you with your entire being, he really does; but he has never learned to express them the right way. And I cannot really help but see him as a whole lot more repulsive and abominable as a yandere due to one particular reason. The core of his delusions stop him from thinking properly while it causes refusal torwards the evidence literally laying in front of him; being blinded by unrealistic beliefs and inflicting them onto his poor darling in a sense of purification, all while holding them hostage in a cold and dusted basement. He’d also be a whole lot less obedient to what his darling has to say, feeling as if he’s protecting them despite their protests. You’re silly, of course your naiveness wouldn’t let you catch up with all the potential threats--those rubbish imposters just wandering around you throughout the day. And although the confidence in his beliefs has caused them to become close to being the actual truth in his own unhinged headspace,

that hasn’t stopped him from psychologically harming his darling over and over again.

#secret history tails #yandere secret history tails #mashed tails #sh tails #secret history tails x reader #yandere tails x reader #tails x reader #yandere tails #yandere sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Helloooo, a request for the 2K special! (A HUGE congratulations btw, you absolutely deserve it and more)

Eddie, amusement park, teddy bear 🧸

❤️

Thank you bb 💚 I loved writing this for you!

Warnings: allusions to smut (nothing happens, sorry to disappoint), a lil angst, Jason Carver makes an unwelcome appearance

WC: 1.1k

There’s nothing better than going to Fun Land with your boyfriend. The only thing that gives you more of an adrenaline rush than a thrill ride is being with Eddie. You’re walking hand-in-hand, sharing cotton candy and comparing your favorite parts of the day.

“I mean, I’m partial to roller coasters, but nothing beats watching you freak out when you thought we were stuck on the Ferris wheel,” you tease, pulling a tuft of the candy fluff that he’s holding and popping it in your mouth.

“We were up there for way too long,” Eddie protests, a blush creeping into his cheeks. “I find it incredibly concerning that you weren’t nervous, actually.” He narrows his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not some kind of sociopath?”

You shrug. “If I was, would I tell you?”

Eddie bumps his shoulder into yours and laughs. “Touché,” he concedes, leaning over and chomping on the cotton candy.

“Step right up and win a prize!” a deep voice booms from a game stall on your left. You and Eddie turn to face the barker, who immediately latches on to your attention. “C’mon, kid; come and win a teddy bear for your girl!”

Eddie looks at you and grins. “You want a teddy bear?” He doesn’t even wait for you to respond before he changes his course and sets out towards the game. It’s a simple concept: knock over the three wooden milk bottles with a ball, win a prize.

“‘M actually pretty tired, Eds,” you whisper, removing your hand from his and snaking into his back pocket. “And I wanna save some energy so I can properly thank you for this date, hm?” But your boyfriend is already locked in, determined to get that teddy bear come hell or high water.

“How much?” he asks, digging his wallet from his side pocket. He doesn’t even notice the irritated expression on your face.

“One dollar gets ya three tries,” the barker replies, holding out his hand to collect the money. You know these games are always rigged, but you know that the comment will fall on unwilling ears, so you stay quiet.

Eddie fishes out a one-dollar bill and confidently slaps it in the guy’s outstretched hand. The man raises his eyebrows back at your boyfriend, clearly amused. He gives him the three balls and steps out of his way. “Whenever you’re ready, Macho Man.”

You watch as Eddie launches the first ball and misses entirely. Same for the second. With the third ball, he manages to knock over one, but it’s still not enough for a prize. His face contorts with frustration, tongue poking out of his mouth in a way that you normally find endearing, but you’re too annoyed to appreciate his cute expressions.

“Care to try again?” the barker antagonizes, and you wish you could slap the smirk right off of his face.

“C’mon, babe. Let’s go home,” you protest through gritted teeth. There’s no way in hell you’re going to stand by and let him blow his money on a stupid game.

Eddie brushes you off, handing the smarmy man another crumpled bill. One, two, three strikes.

“Fuck!” Eddie groans loudly, earning a glare from a nearby mom, ushering her daughter away from the booth. “One more try.”

“No, Eddie. I want to leave.”

He’s about to ignore you again and scrounge around for some loose change, but he’s distracted by a tanned arm being flung around your shoulder.

“Aww, Munson can’t even win his girl a teddy bear!” Jason Carver oozes unearned bravado.

You shove him away, rolling your eyes at his pathetic attempt to get under Eddie’s skin. “Fuck off, Carver,” you hiss. “And keep your hands off of me. Aren’t you with Chrissy?”

Jason laughs. “I can’t be tied down, baby,” he smirks, raising an eyebrow, “unless you’re into that.” He winks at you before leaving, calling back, “When you’re done with the Freak, let me know if you need a real man.”

Gross.

You turn back to where Eddie was just standing, only to find his spot occupied by some random man.

“Eddie?” No response. “Eddie Munson!” you try, a bit louder this time. Nothing.

Marching angrily back to the parking lot, you see him leaning against his van and smoking a cigarette.

“Seriously?” Your frustrated voice snaps him out of his pity party. “What’s your problem tonight?”

“‘S no problem,” he mumbles, but his averted gaze tells you otherwise.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Ah, yes, because you insisting on winning me a teddy bear that I didn’t even want and ditching me in the middle of Fun Land is totally normal behavior.”

“Why don’t you talk to Jason Carver about it?” His sarcasm matches yours, provoking you further.

“Is that what this is about?” You roll your eyes. “You couldn’t win a stuffed animal so you just let some dumb jock ruin our date?” Eddie just takes another silent drag from his cigarette. “Let me ask you: did you see me fling myself into his arms and go, ‘Oh, Jason, your ability to win shitty carnival games makes my panties drop’?”

Eddie can’t bite back his smile. “No.”

“You’re damn right. Because I couldn’t care less about that. Even if he was the teddy bear winning champion of the world, I’d still choose you.” You poke his chest with your forefinger. “Except when you act like this. We could be having sex right now, but you decided to get all pouty over nothing.”

His eyebrows raise at the mention of his favorite activity. “We could still…” he offers, glancing towards the back of the van.

“Absolutely not,” you shake your head, watching his face fall.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Just get in my own head sometimes. ‘S not fair to you.”

You take his hand in yours, swinging it gently. “You gotta talk to me about it; don’t just turn into an asshole.”

Eddie laughs, stubbing out his smoke and pulling you in for a hug. “Noted,” he says, kissing you again. “Now, how can I make it up to you?”

“Oh…I think you know how.”

“C’mon, Eds! Sing along!” you shout over the radio, giggling as he just grips the steering wheel tighter in an attempt to ignore you. “Dancing queeeeen, feel the beeeeeeat from the tambouriiiiiiiine, oh yeahhhhhh!” You nudge him gently. “Don’t be shy!”

“You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your life!” He sings in an obnoxious falsetto, making you laugh even harder. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah,” you agree, smiling contentedly. “I am.”

#bug's 2k celebration #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #answered

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beatnikbedlam · 1 year

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Winter 2023 Anime Roundup

(reposted from cohost)

Endo and Kobayashi Live! The Latest on the Tsundere Villainess Lieselotte (ep 1 & 2): as of rn, my favorite show of the season. it’s a premise that i think has been done before, but “magic otome Cyrano de Bergerac” is a really fun spin on it. i really enjoy the MCs’ dynamic, they’re very cute together. but Kobayashi starting him out on chapter 3 of a VN is DEMENTED, she cannot be trusted

Ayakashi Triangle (ep 1): super horny, but also has some extremely good jokes. can’t judge yet how the genderswap stuff will be yet bc it happens at the very end of ep 1, but i’m looking forward to more of it

Handyman Saitou in Another World (ep 1 & 2): cute lil vignette show with some good jokes and characters. interested to see how much the random side characters play in or if they will at all

Reborn to Master the Blade: From Hero King to Extraordinary Squire ♀️(ep 1): the Old Guy Girl Gang hangs sound extremely promising, but i hate the selfish, borderline sociopathic isekai protagonist bullshit. still gonna try and stick with it long enough to get into more genderswap stuff tho

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Girl (ep 1 & 2): extremely cute, and much more thoughtful and well-written than i expected. very excited to dig into more character motivations

Don’t Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro (ep 1-3): it’s more Nagatoro. of course i fucking love it. boy howdy tho, there’s a bit in episode 3 that truly made me want to crawl up my own asshole

Saving 80,000 Gold in Another World for My Retirement (ep 1 & 2): another kinda shitty protagonist, and it doesn’t have a great gimmick to get me past that like Eminence in Shadow or Reborn to Master the Blade, but i’m still kinda compelled. i like the way she looks up to her otaku brother and uses his advice etc, and in general the way the show treats work (and specifically, not doing it). it doesn’t look down on either the protagonist for wanting to just live comfortably, or her brother for being a NEET. as someone who currently is unable to work, it’s cool to see it not treated like the be-all end-all of life!

Chillin’ in My 30’s After Getting Fired From the Demon King’s Army (ep 1 & 2): nothing to write home about, but it’s very cozy and watchable

Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun: just continuing on from last season. guess what, it’s still good!

ONIMAI: I’m Now Your Sister! (ep 1 & 2): i thought this one was gonna be super creepy but turns out, it’s a pretty sweet little genderswap story. i don’t really understand how the author thinks orgasms work, but that’s been my only real gripe so far

Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill (ep 1): need to see more, but it has a lot of promise. love how he immediately catches a bad vibe and is like “nah i gotta leave”

Tomo-chan is a Girl! (ep 1 & 2): the story of the biggest dipshit on planet earth and the girl who has a crush on him

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inkykeiji · 2 years

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What is your favourite keigo from all your pieces and why?? * - *

omg this is a GOOD question!!! hmmm i really really love bmb keigo tbh. i like the moral/philosophical transition he goes through throughout the series and he’s such a great guy with a huge heart, you know? he’s just truly, genuinely sweet, and i love how as he becomes attached to these people and gets to know them better—sees their nuances, their goods and bads, all their complexities—that it’s through that + the work he tags along for that really changes his perspective on morality being a wavering spectrum instead of immovable black and white boxes. it takes a lot of strength and courage to admit to those conclusions, and to continue to be curious and vie for the truth even as all of your foundations and beliefs are being shaken to the core by this experience!!! you’ll be seeing more of him in my bmb christmas series this year (not much, just a lil cameo rly) but i hope to write something else for him, maybe a oneshot for keigo’s birthday this year if i can manage??? idk we’ll see!!!

prof keigo is a close second because he is truly fascinating and he toes the line of sociopath very well ehehe but i know u all don’t know too much about him yet, only shards and fragments from my oneshots. you’ll meet him and the rest of the dark academia boys properly in 2023!! <3

#very good question anon!!!#and super fun to answer too!! thank you!#i hope today has been wonderful for you <333 #keep safe and don’t forget to drink enough water okay? <3 #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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the8thsphynx · 2 years

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Haha the gut punch @ Romani knowing that River was reincarnated Aim.. Did Romani have any particular thoughts/feelings about that? (Also holy shit this slaps so hard)

Thank you!! 💖💖😭

Well, as I'm sure you might have seen, Anon, in this lil AU of mine Solomon and Aim were lovers when Solomon was alive.

The mechanic kind of stays where Solomon didn't really feel emotions as King, but they were just... very muted? So when Solomon made his wish to become Romani, all of his god damn emotions from his life came slapping him at once. Including his love for Aim.

BUT! Because *gestures vaguely at Fuyuki* Romani 'moves on' from him and accepts that as the human Romani Archaman he'll just... never see Aim again.

So... uh. Hahah. He meets River and notices he looks a LOOOTTTTT like Aim, but just kind of shelves that because it HAS to be a coincidence?! It's even more of a pure coincidence that River's powers ALSO rotate around the concept of fire! He's not attracted to and falling in love with this random himbo just because he's a slightly younger and friendlier copy of his ex, right???

Yeah. If only it stayed so stupid and fluffy the whole way down. Unfortunately, this is me writing this, and all of the following factors in to how much of an emotional crash down eight flights of stairs Romani goes through about River.

(I went a little ham with the writing, bear with me.)

...Without spoiling too much (because I plan on writing snapshot chapters here and there), something happens after Okeanos where Romani learns something about River's past involving how Chaldea convinced him to join, and it made Romani infuriated with him. It has to do with a remaining trauma from what Beryl did to Mash and Romani very narrowly being able to save her, so now he’s not only super protective of Mash but he’s less tolerant of people coming into Chaldea from certain backgrounds.

The problem is that Romani only had the most River-incriminating 20% of a whole messed up story.

Also River can’t even remember the first 19 years of his life, so he can’t really defend himself against this.

Thankfully Mash and Da Vinci are up to bat for River and (X)Doubtful he could possibly be some secretly sociopathic monster, but takes MONTHS of Da Vinci taking it upon herself to dig and break into sealed information to find the truth of River's past. During Da Vinci's ‘River Personal Attorney' time is when she accidentally ALSO uncovers the secret of his Magical Crest and who River really is, even though River himself doesn’t know.

She didn't even WANT to tell Romani because she knew it'd fuck him up and he'd feel like shit over it. And he did.

Romani was super fucking heartbroken. Learning that not only was River the victim in the scenario of the crime he was accused of, but also because learning your lover from a past life against all odds came back to you to help in your hour of need... yet he shouted in his face, called him a liar and a monster, told him he regret treating him so kindly, forbid him from being around Mash outside of missions, and barely spoke to him for four months (post-Okeanos to post-E Plurbus Unum) until Da Vinci told him the truth and that everything he assumed about River in that time period was wrong.

I mean, imagine how you would feel in Romani's shoes? Realizing how badly you hurt someone who cared about and trusted you for no reason? Let alone how much it hurt Mash to see River so broken up inside for that while...

You become human, lose your Clairvoyance, and now you're a slave to chance. You can’t know or predict anything by magical means anymore, you’re walking the world so blindly so of course you panic and push away when you feel something that you can’t identify.

It was chance that Aim's reincarnation and resurrection failed. It was chance 'River' survived his childhood. It was chance that 'River' made it across the country to Wilt Duncan's home in Maine and found protection from the Mages’ Association for seven years. It was chance that Chaldea found out about him and chance that they were able to contact Wilt and convince him that River should come. It was chance that River would be so fatigued from the flight and the simulation that he would fall asleep during the briefing and be kicked out of the briefing room. It was chance that Olga Marie would have already kicked Romani out for 'lightening the mood too much'. It was chance that River's room just so happened to be the formerly vacant room Romani would usually laze about in. It was chance that Romani was so caught up in conversation meeting this friendly stranger that he wasn't caught and killed in Lev's blast.

Literally the entire universe in their way, every obstacle conceivable on the way, and Aim found his way back to Solomon.

And how could he even tell River? How do you explain someone’s past life to them without panicking them? How do you tell a man who’s already lived through hell that he doesn’t even belong to the humanity he’s been fighting for? How do you tell him that his wishes for you to travel the world with him ultimately come to nothing, because you’re not even going to walk into the New Year with him at the end of these Singularities? How do you console someone that you’re about to die in front of for a second time? How do you make up for thousands of years apart in just four months remaining?

Romani was gifted his impossible wish to see the love of his life again. He had one year. He couldn’t even tell him.

#ask of the sphynx #demon pillar oc aim #master oc river olivarez #oc x canon #my art #ANYWAYS PLEASE TASTE THE TEARS I HAVE CRIED OVER THESE TWO I POURED A LOT OF LOVE INTO THEM #cw: death mention #fgo solomon #romani archaman

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futures-tense · 3 years

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What did you think about the new lone star episode? I like reading your opinions because I always agree with them lol

Oh my god babe im so glad you asked because I probably would have told you anyway

SO there was a lot,,, like a lot of thoughts that I had to write them all down and the Owen thoughts will be at the end, because I know thats what you’re here for

- CAPTAIN JUDD

- Marjan being ✨pretty✨

- “Husband? You guys are babies.”

- Its the Tarlos Teasing for me, and the way TK pushes Carlos away I’m- these boys are so soft

- Paul called them Tarlos I’m-

- Someone give Marjan a hug please, I want to give her a hug

- I have a lot of experience painting rooms myself instead of professionally and like,,, Owen literally taped EVERYTHING it was so unnecessary anyway-

- “What the hell are you doin here?” Go off Judd I’m begging you

- also the way Marjan looked at Owen when he’s spouting off orders at them cause she knows thats not his job at the moment and he should just not

- “Ride or Die bitches” queens supporting queens

- The Sun and Salt reopening!!

- There’s a major lack of my favorite Bernese Mountain Dog

- Marjans outfits are iconic as always

- The way she’s starting to breakdown but still manages to save her life and do her job despite the fact that she has every right to be mad at the girl but she’s not because thats just Marjan

- Carlos’s lil wink when TK goes “Crisis Averted!!”

Now for my Owen (Derogatory) thoughts

If you don’t agree with this that’s fine, I don’t expect everyone to, so just keep scrolling my love thanks

- So Gabriel talking about the arsonist’s profile (narcissistic, who thinks he’s so much smarter etc etc) and how perfectly it fits owen i just- More on that later

- Owen could at least pretend to have a poker face, like TK didnt have to get him anything but he did because he knows how difficult being away from work will be for him. Because TK (unlike others) pays attention

- Owen to Billy: I can’t imagine [listening to the scanner app thing] is very good for your mental health.

Me: dont you even start Mr. Tequila Time

- Owen and his stupid hero complex

- Owen Just casually making bombs and starting fires in his backyard exactly the way the arsonist started them just to prove a point

- Imagine being an ass to someone who’s not willing to break the law because he needs to keep his benefits because- ya know- he’s sick

- The way Owen said “I just need to make a stop” or run an Errand or whatever like he’s just running to the supermarket instead of breaking multiple laws and is only building the case against himself

- This might be really bad to say but like,,, if he isn’t at least convicted with the breaking and entering i might lose my mind

Owen literally said “here’s the physical description of the arsonist” and then described himself. AND THEN WENT “Here’s a mental profile of the most arsonists” and then described himself AGAIN. THEN he went out and bought bomb making materials and thought “well I’ll show them exactly how the arsonist set off the incendiary and then i’ll break more laws to prove it again. And they’ll celebrate me because I figured it out” and he��s probably right but like And then he was arrested and i smiled cause he’s a dumbass. There’s literally means (all the stuff he bought, the fact that he knew exactly how it works and how to set it off and and and), opportunity (he’s basically jobless for the next three weeks so), motive (mmm, he’s a bored sociopath?).

anyway that was a lot and im sorry but im so glad you enjoy hearing my thoughts about this because I have a lot of them and i like to talk about them

#tk strand #911 lone star #tarlos #judd ryder #anon #ink answers #carlos reyes #boo owen anon #anytime anyone talks trash about owen strand (derogatory) i tag it as boo owen anon bc im right #marjan marwani #paul strickland #911 ls spoilers #ask to tag

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shortpplfedup · 3 years

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I legit lit an aromatherapy candle and took a deep breath before I hit play...

GO HOME TEH.

What is this look Jai? Do you still have a twinge of conscience? Are you only a baby sociopath?

Oh Aew plotting your murder in the car honey.

O no baby, don't do this. Trust your gut.

THE FUCKING LOGBOOK I KNEW IT.

Teh ALWAYS immediately regrets the dumb shit he does but that never stops him from doing it and that is a problem.

He nearly had him. Nearly.

THE FUCKING LOGBOOK. Oh Aew bb is you sure you wanna see this?

So Jai was writing back? OMG this is even worse than I thought.

NOW you wanna avoid him? Teh honey you've turned your life into a mess.

Oh jeez this tension.

Acting is such a weird profession man.

Oh Aew came for ANSWERS. This LEWK though, can we talk about it? If you're gonna play detective in your cheating man's life, it's best to serve while doing it.

FEELING GUILTY TEH?

MOTHERFUCKER! JAI JAI JAI YOU RAT BASTARD! This is some snake shit and I 100% read Jai correctly last week. I HATE IT HERE.

Oh Aew may be a lil feelsy but he ain't dumb.

Jai's stomach just dropped but he tried to play it off.

YES BABY READ HIM!

Jai tryna gaslight him now, don't fall for it bb!

Oh Aew is now tired of the bullshit, coming in with the direct approach.

When you start with 'calm down' you already lost.

Don't fall for it baby. Start this way, it'll continue this way. You need to put a stop to it. Teh is not being honest here, he's not, and Oh Aew knows it too.

Ugh, this slow motion car crash breakup is not what I wanted to see, but there's no denying it's realistic. I've been Oh Aew in this situation.

Ugh, this after-the-play scene would've been so sweet if it wasn't so sad.

OH FUCK OUTTA HERE TEH. Oh Aew honey you have to leave. You have to LEAVE.

Oh Aew provoking and observing has always been a hallmark of his character.

Teh you have learned NOTHING. NOT. A. THING.

He can't stop himself. He just has absolutely zero impulse control.

Teh did you really think y'all were friends? The Artist has no friends, only muses, puppets and fans.

Jai is THAT guy. I don't buy that he feels bad about it either. I know so many men in the arts like this.

I DO feel sorry for Teh here for getting played so comprehensively, but only a little bit. He brought this all on himself.

HIT HIM A FEW MORE TIMES BB, I'LL HOLD YOUR PURSE.

That shoulda been messier and pettier, but I'm crying so I'll allow it.

WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE TEH?

Q is an elite friend, except he shoulda threatened Teh with a switchblade and run him off. But I understand why he let him in in the end, they do need to talk because Oh Aew needs to end it.

These two never talk until it's all in pieces.

'I won't see Jai again' That's not what he was asking Teh, and you know it.

Yes. Break up. It's absolutely necessary.

Hurt and guilt. We're back here again.

Oh Aew bb you are right, dump him. Teh never knows the stove is hot until he gets burned and he NEVER learns that lesson either. This is the only way he might.

That's Teh's 'Oh Aew dumped me' shirt. Every time.

Man the costuming in this scene. Colour conversation finally, but Teh is trying to call back to Phuket Oh and Oh Aew is firmly Bangkok Oh.

Teh what's not clicking? You can't fix this. Leave.

Oh Aew really said EVERYTHING YOU OWN IN A BOX TO THE LEFT. If the sunset tee is in that box I will bawl.

YOU DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE MEK WAS HEARTBROKEN TEH BECAUSE YOU DON'T ACTUALLY NOTICE ANYBODY YOU'RE TOO STUCK IN YOUR OWN SHIT.

I never thought we would see Mek again but this read he's giving is elite.

Mek is being nicer to Teh than I would be.

Oh Aew has now pulled out his own breakup shirt from the closet.

THE TALISMAN. RIGHT IN THE FUCKING FEELS.

Whew that first night alone in the bed after the breakup...you literally feel like you're dying.

Everybody needs a squad like this. Oh Aew always inspires love and loyalty in his friends because he has emotional intelligence.

When you've cried so much you don't even have tears anymore.

Teh's gonna get everything he wanted and have nobody to share it with.

Oh I knew this was coming. This was in the back of my mind from the time I saw the couple photo as his IG profile. I can't think of a single talent rep who would think that's a good idea.

Well I have no CLUE what to expect next week now.

#translate my love with your heart #i promised you the moon #ipytm #ipytm 4: inside out #ramblings #stream of consciousness

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cryptke · 2 years

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Hi,

I hope that whatever you're going through, passes by fast; sending lots of strength, love and good energy your way!

I have two "requests", probably a little vague - I'm sorry. I remember you wrote for Trucker Bucky like a millennia ago, on your old account (i absolutely devoured that fic, it fully embodied that grungy Americana vibe, it was tattooed inside my brain for a *very* long time), and perhaps you'd be interested in writing smth like that again? Not necessarily with the trucker trope, if you don't feel like it, but maybe a roadtrip together, and some good ol' 1am motel room conversations (with or without smut)?

As for Daryl, maybe he and the reader are holed up in some house, it's night and the Walkers r outside, and you're just kinda sprawled out on the floor, sharing the meager content of canned food and diet coke snatched from the house's pantry, either after all that shit at the prison went down, or during a supply run early on (s1/2), and he's just kinda being his old belligerent self, and the reader is really just havin a lil wiggle grilling him lol

lastly, just wanted to add that your writing genuinely brings me so much joy, and I find myself clicking through all the fics you currently have uploaded a lot of times. You're an impeccable writer, and reading all these fics makes my synapses sparkle.

also, ordered blackbird upon your recommendation, and I absolutely love the writing style, it's so good. thank you so much for recommending it!

HI, LOVE YOU SOO MUCH

🌹💌🏹💋

firstly, i am so psyched to hear that you ordered blackbird. it is such a lyrical masterpiece of all things dark and sociopathic. when it arrives, *please* give me updates on your thoughts as you read. i literally am holding back from asking for an MLA style essay. i remember that book really keeps the plot moving, moving, moving, at least in the first half. sort of reminds me of supernatural in that sense - whisking around america with about a dozen secrets under your belt and no intention of not creating even more.

thank you for all of your kind words on my own writing <33 the mention of "trucker bucky" sent me wayy back. like, so far back i think i need a physical device to get back into the present. the best of times, the worst of times, blah blah blah. anyways, i definitely am still in love with the writing concept of road trips, endless or otherwise, and the whole "trucker" trope. so i definitely would love to honor that request. but i am also so fucking in love with the daryl prompt you included - i already started on it. i kind of have it with that whole season 4 prison fall arc in mind, like you mentioned, so the reader is sort of taking the place of beth. you know, with noticeably less angst. more end of the world sleepover vibes. daryl will for sure still be a little asshole, though.

come back and talk to me SOON!

#❤️#i am feeling much better thank you #it is difficult to put into right words that would properly explain but every once in a while i go through these moments #where it's like i'm in a void of incomprehensible depression #total dark matter #and then without fail #it does manage to pass and i - usually - feel at least slightly better #so now we just ride out this wave of productivity #nevertheless i appreciate the good wishes

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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Hello! I just found this blog and I absolutely adore your writings aaahh qwq Can I request a oneshot perhaps of Hana meeting an older Monaca (since she was technically raised by Nagito too), aaah I hope this is ok :'D

Mod Mikan: Two things. First: Thank you for your kind words! It really warms my heart that you adore my writings, despite my lack of confidence in them. Secondly, at first I was going to politely decline this request since I didn’t really know how to go about writing this and I’m not the fondest of Monaca’s character (I also don’t know how to write her since we don’t really see her that much aside from UDG), but I really wanted to take as shot at writing this, since this does seem like an interesting concept to me. So instead of a drabble, I decided to make headcanons! I really hope this is to your liking, darling! Enjoy!

-It all started with you and Nagito wanting to go on a long, much needed date night!

-You two haven’t gone out on a proper date night since the birth of Hana. While the Komeada’s cherish the time they spend doting over their lil’ ultimate ballerina, way too many bedwets and cries from their daughter signaled that the parents needed some time to themselves

-”No problem, angel! I’ll call Hajime and see if he can babysit her tonight,” Nagito offered, already pulling out his phone from his back pocket. You were already applying some lipgloss to accompany the (F/C) dress you put on tonight, when you heard a sigh of discontent a few minutes later

-”Naggie, what happened?” You asked your husband, going up to him. He frowned, crossing his arms

-”Hajime can’t watch Hana. He and Chiaki are in Florida on vacation at the moment,” I let out a long exhale myself, about to reluctantly call off mine and Nagito’s longly yearned for date night. Before I could utter the depressing sentence, Nagito’s eyes shone again, as if he thought of a solution

-”Oh! Maybe Monaca can babysit our flower!” He exclaimed, getting out his phone again. I widen my eyes, carefully placing my hands on his phone, supposedly trying to stop him from making the phone call

-”Nagito, hold on! Umm...maybe we can reschedule next week when Hajime and Chiaki come back!” I suggested, forcing a grin to ease him. However, my white haired husband was no fool. He sighed, bringing a cold hand to gently caress my cheek

-”Love...” He started, making me lock my (E/C) orbs into his ghostly green ones. He smiled softly at me, kissing my forehead in attempt to soothe me. With his thumb stroking my cheek, he continued with what he was going to say

-”I know Monaca has the reputation as being....devious, but she changed. I promise,” He assured me. Instead of earning an equally tender smile from his spouse, I tilted my head challengingly at him

-”Oh really?” I asked him, conflicted with what to agree with. On one hand, the idea of me and Nagito having at least a couple of romantic hours alone, getting lost in a lover’s chat, gazing into each other’s eyes as we feast upon our favorite foods together--just the two of us.....it gave me the idea of what I was really craving for....a proper date between me and my husband

-On the other hand, I’ve heard stories that Nagito told me about Monaca. Albeit for a short time, Nagito technically raised the lil’ ultimate Homeroom. She claimed he “made her into an adult” in a way, getting her now known cynical, pessimistic personality from him. However, the reputation she has gotten before that matched the one of a sociopath--manipulative, guileful, sly, and downright disingenuous. There was no way I’d leave my daughter with someone like that

-”Nagito.....you still have contact with her? How can you even be so sure?” I asked him a follow up question, making his gentle smile turn into a light smirk. He began to unlock his phone, as he answered my questions with a calm, yet soothing voice

-”We never talked after she kinda...left. I guess overtime she turned kinda....indifferent, especially due to our different values and beliefs. But it’s safe to say that we grew closer as time went on,” He explained, pressing his phone to his ear. I let out another sigh, but this one carried a softer tone than my previous depressed one

-”Alright. I guess a few hours with Monaca won’t hurt. I’ll inform Hana,” I smiled, pressing a pappy peck onto Nagito’s cheek, as I made my way into Hana’s room. I could’ve sworn I saw a light pink hue dust over Nagito’s cheek before I left the room

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-”You’re his daughter? Geez, I’m sorry,” The green haired girl told the toddler, as she sat down on the couch. The little ballerina frowned, fumbling with a red playing block she was holding in her hands

-It’s been a few minutes since Monaca came to our house and greeted both me and Nagito. She simply just waved at the guy she called her ‘Big brother’ when she was younger. She had a bit more cheerful expression when she saw me, expressing a passionless “Hello (Y/N)” and neutral looking smile. To anyone, it would’ve looked like she couldn’t care less. But to anyone that actually knew Monaca, it was considered showing more emotion that usual

-After we had a brief introduction between Hana and Monaca, we said our goodbyes as me and Nagito made our way to our car. We drove off, the thought of finally having a night-out to ourselves kicking out any worry or concern I had in the back of my mind

-Everything was going to be perfect.........right?

(Third person’s POV)

-”I like Papa’s hope rants. I think they’re interesting!” Hana exclaimed, flashing a toothy grin at her babysitter. Monaca cocked a brow, watching the three year old girl stack her building blocks onto the wooden living room floor. Someone....actually likes his rants about hope and despair?

-”Oh you poor thing. What did that guy do to your innocent mind?” Monaca asked her, snatching the TV remote from the glass coffee table. She flipped through the channels, stopping at the comedy movie, Ballerina. The remote was lazily tossed beside Monaca, hitting the fuzzy material with a low “thud”. Hana’s (E/C) eyes shot up from her blocks, staring at the screen with intensity

-”I guess it makes sense.....spend enough time with that guy...you’d become as cheery as him....creepy even....” The older woman commented under her breath, keeping her gaze on the toddler’s eyes glued to the TV

-”Do you like this movie?” Monaca asked her, making the blond haired girl nod with excitement. She turned back to her with a wide smile on her face

-”Papa and I watch it ALL the time! It in-inspired me to be a ballerina!” She cheered, crawling towards her babysitter. She stopped at her feet, tilting her head up to lock her (E/C) orbs into Monaca’s pickle green ones. The older girl furrowed her brow, but before she could offer the toddler to sit on the couch with her, Hana stood up and tug on Monaca’s dress skirt

-”Papa always tells me with enough hope and de-deter--determina--” The pale skinned girl huffed at trying to say the long word, rephrasing her words with easier ones that she understood better

-”Papa always tells me with enough hope and desire, I can make my dreams come true. He says after bad luck and despair, good things will come. Despair never wins, no matter how tough it may seem. Because if it seems very VERY bad at first, it will b-balance out with the good that will come! Now that is where hope comes in! Papa says that--” Before Hana could finish her own adorable hope ramble (another trait she got from her Papa, alongside his hair, love for bagels, admiration for (Y/N), and aloofness), Monaca plugged her ears shut with her hands pressing harshly against them

-”Stop, Stop, STOP! Not another ‘hope this’ ‘despair that’ ramble! Monaca can’t take it!” She grunted in frustration, being reminded of the exact same thing that drove her away in the first place. This made Hana jerk back, biting her lip in regret and humiliation

-”I....I’m sorry, Miss. Monaca. I....I didn’t know Papa annoyed you that much...” She sniffled, failing to stop the tears from breaking the barrier between her brain and eyes. Salty teardrops began to swell in her (E/C) hues, blurring her field of vision. As more tears began to prick, rolling down her pink colored cheeks, the green haired teenager’s mouth formed into a sorrow scorn

-”Hey, I never said that. While.....that is true, there are some things I do like about him,” Monaca crouched down to Hana’s height, resting her arm down to her knee. In the first time in years Monaca’s lips curved into a bright....smile? Smile? Monaca rarely offered a cheerful smile since childhood

-However this uncommon occurrence made Hana sniffle, wiping the flood of watery fluid that poured down from her eyes. She looked up at her babysitter, feeling a soft cloth being applied to her tear stained cheeks. She noticed Monaca was wiping her face with a handkerchief, making the toddler feel even more at ease

-”You....you really mean that? What do you like about Papa?” Hana asked her, a gentle smile forming onto her own small pink mouth. Monaca kept her warm smile, as she lifted Hana from the floor, peaceful putting her on her lap. She tucked her handkerchief back into her dress pocket, turning back to the little girl

-”Well.....your Papa made me into an adult....in a way....I may not like his rambles the way you do, but...it shaped me into who I am today,” She started to elucidated her thought process, intriguing Hana into her explanation even more. This silently hinted the green-haired teenager to keep going, as she quickly thought of what else to say to back up her statement

-”Monaca became...mature and grown-up because of your Papa. He only raised me for a short time, but it was enough for me to know exactly my desires and dreams for the future. Like how that movie you and your Papa watch made you into a ballerina,” She compared her intentions with Hana’s, making the little girl nod understandingly. Before the teen could go on, the toddler interrupted her with a joyous toned question

-”That’s so cool Papa in-inspired you too, Miss. Monaca! What happened after you grew up and left Papa’s care? What exactly did he make you want to do?” She asked. Monaca’s atypical smile was replaced with her usual seldom, bored expression as she truthfully told Hana

-”He made me give up despair and hope all together. It came to the point were one day....I just didn’t know what I wanted anymore. So I decided that I was done with everything and wanted to live in space for a while. It was where I was actually before your Papa called me to watch you,” She let out an exasperated sigh, turning to stare at the floor in disbelief “Remind me to change my phone number once I’m done here, okay kid?” She asked the toddler, making her furrow her brow. However, Hana just flashed her normal optimistic grin and nodded

-”Okay, Miss. Monaca. Now come on! I want to watch the movie! And later let’s play with my blocks together! I’m making a castle!” She shouted with delight and amusement. This just made the regularly cynical girl curve her lips into another infrequent smile, but this time a lot less noticeable. She got on her knees with Hana, playing with her building blocks as the movie kept flashing on the TV screen

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(Y/N’s POV)

-”Thank you for watching her, Monaca! We really appreciate it,” I thanked the now 18 year old girl. Me and Nagito just came home from our dinner and found Hana sound asleep on the couch, one of the couch pillows tucked messily underneath her head, a navy blanket lazily place over her body as it rose up and down from her deep breaths

-”It was no problem at all, (Y/N). Hana is actually....really nice,” Monaca admitted, almost making me choke on my own saliva. Monaca.....expressing positive feelings? I guess she really had changed from her time in space. Monaca turned to Nagito, his arm still wrapped around my waist, stroking my left hip with comfort

-”You have a good one....don’t screw her up,” Was all she said before she made her way out the door. However, Nagito didn’t seem fazed by her subtle insult towards him, as he kept a merry smile on his face--the same one that was a dead ringer of his daughter’s

-”Thank you again!” My husband waved at the green-haired girl, making her stop in her tracks and turn back at us. I cocked my brow, thinking she forgot to tell us something. My thoughts were quickly put to ease, as she began to speak one last time

-”Oh, one more thing. If you ever need a babysitter....please don’t call me. Okay, thanks! See you never!” She waved back at us, making her way out of the house. My skepticism was brushed off by the wave of relief when Monaca didn’t want to come back, in spite of confessing that Hana was a good kid

-My pale skinned husband shut the door softly, not wanting to wake our sleeping daughter from the couch she was passed out on. He lifted her into a princess carry in a mild manner, the blanket still providing her a light heat source. He turned to me, walking towards the bedrooms with me

-”I’ll put our little hope in bed. You go get comfy in our room. You seem a bit tired yourself, my angel,” He told me in a hushed tone. I nodded sleepily, backing up his observation with a fatigued yawn. I gave my sleeping daughter a soft kiss on her temple, as I made my way to mine and Nagito’s shared bedroom. I fumbled with the back off my dress, feeling the cool metal of my dress zipper, peeling it off from my body

-After throwing on one of Nagito’s oversized T shirts and brushing my teeth, my marshmallow haired husband came in our room, throwing his white blazer onto a nearby chair. As he began to strip from his tuxedo, he turned to me, his calm, positive expression never leaving his face

-”See (Y/N)? Everything is fine. We had our date night and Hana was safe and happy,” He informed me, alleviating me even more than I already was when we got home. I nodded in agreement, crawling into our shared bed

-”I know, Naggie. I know. I guess.....I was worried about losing Hana....our Hana....” I disclosed, earning a confused look from Nagito

-”Hm? I’m not sure I follow, (Y/N),” He told me, nodding his head as an unspoken way for me to describe what I was feeling. I sighed, shifting my weight on the bed so I was sitting upright

-”Monaca became....gloomy....depressed....jaded. It’s stupid to worry about this but....I thought if she told Hana her perspective about growing up with you....Hana would become like her...” I turned to Nagito, a seed of worry was blooming onto my face, filling it with trouble “Hana really loves you, Nagito. Your desire to bring hope out....your enthusiasm and passion...I don’t want Hana to lose avidness she got from you,” I reached to stroke his arm. He stayed silent for a while, processing what I just told him. After a few moments of racking his brain, Nagito smiled once again, sitting down with me, stripped to his boxers

-”(Y/N), I’ve only raised Monaca for such a short time. It was on her to leave and abandon the ideas that I raved about. I did nothing but be myself around her. Forget about Monaca, love. Hana is our daughter--our precious flower of hope. As her parents, we’ll support her no matter what she wants to do. But for now...it seems like she wants to bring out the hope that sleep inside of her...” He held me close, bringing me towards his body by my waist. He stroked my arm in a tender manner, resting his cheek on top of my head

-”You really mean that, Naggie?” I asked him, feeling a nod against the crown of my head. He tilted his head down at me, gently kissing my forehead

-”I really do, my sunshine. Besides...” He motioned for me to lay down with, patting the space next to him on the white bedsheets. I snuggled against him, signaling for him to turn off the lights in our room. Before our room was engulfed the the darkness of the night, I could’ve sworn that I saw Nagito’s smile turn into a collected smirk as he held me close

-”You think I’d really help out someone that supported despair?”

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yoo you believe in the lil cal mind control theory too? tbh i always hated how gamzee flipped out for no reason and people writing it off as 'bc hes sober' because like??? thats literally not how drugs or mental illness works wait fuck im ranting i love ur art have a good day/night ily platonically

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oh yes gamzee -i love my friends and the hemospectrum means nothing to me we’re all the same- makara suddenly getting violent and sober is such bullshit lmao and i cant believe some people took that and said ye. he was always like this. he was just pretending to be silly but actually hes a sociopath ( eyes hussie with all the hatred in my body )

we’ve been told that gamzee hadnt had sopor in a long time while he was on the meteor with the other trolls, dave’s link just pissed him off n he went on a walk around the meteor n thats when he found lil cal n since he was already a little shaken up he couldnt rezist the mind control n then he........uknow...got possessed lmao

#ceabu's asks #REPEAT AFTER ME KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!#SOBER GAMZEE IS THE EXACT SAME PERSON AS SOPOR GAMZEE!!!!!!#i headcanon him as maybe a little more cranky n easier to piss off #but nothing too serious man #hes a good kid #hE LOVED HIS FRIENDS LMAO #WHY WOULD HE KILL THEM OVER NOTHING????#IT MAKES NO SENSE!!!!!!!!#also uwu thank u ily too <3 <3 #Anonymous

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beauenfer · 4 years

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𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒂𝒊 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔;

one ━━ ★ ⌒*･ﾟ𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

♡. 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎; The Vampire Diaries

♡. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈; Kai Parker x fem!Reader

♡. 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈; language, barely sexual themes

˚ . ⊹ ₊ ˚ . ✦　˚ . ˚ ✦ . ˚ ₊ enjoy ˚ . ⊹ ₊ ˚ . ✦　˚ . ˚ ✦ . ˚ ₊

✦. to start off, he’s always trying to fuck you. like this boy can’t stop touching you

✦. you can be screaming in his face and throwing things and he’d still get hard

✦. hes kind of obsessed with you at the beginning of the relationship, never having had something like it and wanting to make sure it was genuine, and not really able to go a day without seeing you

✦. he would follow you everywhere you went, and threatened any guy that talked to you. most of the time he just killed them

✦. emotions were a fickle thing for this boi. he was possessive, easily jealous, and didn’t know why his heart seemed to beat faster when he saw your smile, or heard your laugh

✦. he was purposefully ignoring serious topics when you first started dating, covering up his trauma with jokes and smiles. it took him a long time to open you to you, tbh

✦. but when he finally did after almost a year of being together, you held him for the whole night. you kissed his forehead and reassured him that you’d never leave

✦. he’s very protective of you, especially when Joshua is around

✦. one time, Joshua threatened to kill you because someone like Kai didn’t deserve happiness. shit hit the fan then

✦. he doesn’t really do romantic things like give you flowers or write you letters or take you out to fancy dinners because tbh he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing

✦. he’s not sure what to do when you cry, so he kinda awkwardly pats your back but mentally saying he’s going to slaughter whoever did this to you

✦. Kai likes to make you breakfast in bed though. imagine a shirtless Kai serving you eggs and bacon. ♥️ yup. he does that

✦. you have to give him very obvious hints on what you like and what you like to do for fun

✦. he fucks up a lot, but you always forgive him. like I said, the guys new to relationships

✦. he stares at you all the time, thinking he definitely doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful or compassionate as you, that maybe Joshua was right

✦. he was pretty insecure at the beginning of the relationship

✦. a part of him believes he’s a monster

✦. you always denied that bullshit, saying that Kai deserves the world and more and that what happened to him as a child wasn’t fair because he was just a child and didn’t ask to be born that way

✦. he always sends you risqué text messages, but also accidentally sends them to other people because he can’t figure out his phone

✦. speaking of phones, ever since you helped him navigate the confusing world of technology Kai always texts you, for anything and everything

✦. he’ll text you from the other room, if he’s right next to you, basically no matter where he is he’ll shoot you a message

✦. “you look pretty hot.”

✦. “I’m sitting right next to you Kai. You can just tell me... but thank you 😏.”

✦. you guys love to take naps during thunderstorms, cuddled under the blanket (of course Kai was trying to cop a feel)

✦. you always get on his case for never cleaning up after himself. being in the prison world, he was used to throwing stuff around and making a mess

✦. he likes to show you off, especially around Damon and Elena

✦. you always back him up during arguments with the gang, defending him whenever they always seem to bring up the fact that he killed his family

✦. “okay and? Stefan, you killed your own father. Damon, you killed Zachs pregnant wife, and Jeremy. and you guys had no excuse. he did!”

✦. he has nightmares sometimes of his life before you, of which you always coddle him after, reminding him he’s safe now

✦. sometimes he has episodes where he is very distant, then goes off on some killing spree because that sociopathic part of him can’t seem to let go

✦. tbh, you become a little fearful during those times, but ultimately know Kai would never hurt you

✦. even though he really didn’t want to, he would ask Damon for relationship advice, to which he would be made fun of

✦. I imagine him to be clingy, whining and pouting whenever you had to leave and trying to give you reasons to stay

✦. “oh come on, you’re seriously turning down an opportunity to have sex with me because you have to go help the Barbie with some dance? your loss.”

✦. tbh, Kai’s always making you laugh, and sticking up for you, and killing anyone and everyone he thinks is a threat to you

✦. “Kai, you can’t just keep killing everyone you think is going to hurt me!”

✦. “Well excuse me for looking out for my girlfriend!”

✦. he likes to cook, and his food is always delicious, and he always ends up serving a whole four course meal

✦. bitch he’s a meal

✦. and sometimes, he just skips straight to the dessert ; )

✦. he’s very very protective and always wants to know where you are because he has a lot of enemies, especially Joshua

✦. he squeezes your cheeks a lot

✦. you laughing at his jokes all the time and gassin him up

✦. Kai’s a night person, so he likes to wake you up to go explore or fuck around at like 2:00 in the morning

✦. he makes himself invisible to go spy on you if he doesn’t trust who you’re with

✦. as weird as it may seem, he try’s to plan your outfits for you if you’re going out together but they end up being very short and see through and kinda slutty

✦. and you’re just like...mmmm

✦. everyone’s always trying to kill Kai, until he became coven leader and started killing them

✦. he’s very cocky about his power and arrogant, because he knows he can’t be defeated

✦. Kai try’s to teach you to cook, and sometimes you get it and sometimes you just set fire to the kitchen

✦. but during those times you swear it’s because Kai’s behind you and tracing your hips with his fingertips as you try and spin the pot of boiling noodles

✦. Liv has tried to convince you to break up with him multiple times, to which you tell her to fuck off

✦. Kai smiles at the thought of you

✦. he kills for you

✦. protects you

✦. and doesn’t know how to express himself

✦. but you understand Kai is unfamiliar with all these emotions, so you help him through it. especially his newfound guilt

✦. OOOOOHHHHhhhhhhh I want Kai

✦. he tries not to kill people all willy nilly because you’ve expressed how unnecessary it is

✦. but he always finds a loophole

✦. “with the way he was looking at you he was basically begging me to kill him.”

✦. you take lots of photos of him, especially during the moment where he’s smiling and laughing and lookin scrumptious

✦. he steals your clothes

✦. in the end, you guys are two peas in a pod and kai is irrevocably in love with his lil human

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