#oooh with a whole section of

[ifitsbritishimprobablyafan]

I genuinely can’t wait until you guys all get to Lucy and her 3 boyfriends and Mina and the whole crew... I’m ready for memes of the girls and their string of himbos

#guys I love Lucy and Mina so much #and Lucy gets proposed to by 3 different dudes all on the same day because they're all just so into her #it's amazing #oooh and the random like fisherman dude who speaks in the weirdest way #my copy of the book basically annotates his whole section to 'translate' him because you can't tell what the fuck he's saying lol #get READY

[hairmetal666]

Steve has this bar he loves in Chicago. It's a little bit dive-y, a little bit dirty, but it's quiet. A good place for when he needs to clear his head.

Only, tonight, the place is packed. Music pounding from the jukebox, no space at the bar, patrons at the dartboard and pool table. In three years he's never seen it like this.

He has a second to wonder what's going on before he sees exactly who is going on, and for him to catch Steve looking.

"Stevie!" Eddie Munson cries. He leaps from the bar top, the people below scrambling away from the stomp of his big black boots.

He hasn't seen Eddie in years. Can't actually remember the last time. Max and Lucas's wedding? Robin and Nancy's baby shower?

Steve considers booking it out of there, escaping in the crush of the crowd. By the time he has the thought, though, Eddie's already pulling him into a hug.

He's excited to see his friend. He is! Really. He loves Eddie. But that's kind of the problem.

Steve fell in love and Eddie left town.

Well, maybe it wasn't so dramatic as all that. It wasn't until six months after they packed the last box in the back of Eddie's van that Steve could name his feelings for what they were. And by then, Corroded Coffin were building buzz and Eddie had a huge whole life outside of the people he saved the world with.

Over the years, as Eddie's fame grew, he came around less and now they hardly see each other. They still talk from time to time, Steve still buys all the band's records, and Eddie's still close with all the kids, Nancy and Robin too.

Eddie releases him, those big eyes bright, a pure and genuine smile stretching his face. Steve's stomach twists, heart skipping a beat.

"Gotta be honest with you, man. Never expected to see Steve Harrington in a place like this."

Steve snorts. "There's lots of place I go you wouldn't expect."

Eddie's smile wobbles, Steve thinks. It's gone in a blink, though, and Eddie laughs. "I'm sure you do, sweetheart. Have time for a drink with me?"

Eddie navigates to the bar, returns with two beers in hand. He presses his palm to the small of Steve's back, directing him to the single empty table in the corner as far from the jukebox as possible.

"How's life treating you, Stevie?" Eddie asks after a sip. "Nance told me the store is doing really well."

"It's good, yeah. Finally turning a profit. Wasn't sure about Dustin having us add a game section, but he was right. It's really taken off."

"Oh, he told me," Eddie smirks.

Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm sure that he did. He hasn't let me hear the end of it."

"That tone," Eddie says, voice soft.

"What brings you to Chicago?" He asks to hide the way all the fucking love he feels for this man is bleeding out of him.

"Not really supposed to be," he laughs. "Flight got diverted to O'Hare, can't get another one until tomorrow. Have to make it to LA in time to play a show."

They both know Eddie loves it; the rush, the adrenaline, that comes with performing, to making it to shows at the very last minute. It's how they got here in the first place.

"Working on new music?"

Eddie leans back, dimples popping with the pleased lift of his lips. "Oh, Harrington, you don't even know what we have in store." He leans over the table and launches into tales of rehearsals and writing. Steve drinks his beer and can't take his eyes off his friend, Eddie the sun Steve orbits around, helpless to his gravitational pull.

"So, Stevie," Eddie says, once there's no more to tell about music. "You seeing anyone?"

Steve hides his cringe with a chuckle. Picks up his beer to buy time and finds it empty. "Not anyone of note."

"C'mon, how is that possible? You're easily the hottest guy in this place."

He grimaces. "That's a low bar."

"Oooh, still bitchy after all these years." Eddie snickers, takes a swig from his bottle.

"Shut-up."

"Seems like it's been a while since you dated."

"You interrogating my love life now, Munson?"

"No, not at all. Just curious."

"Okay, who are you dating? Still that guy from People?"

"Gossip," Eddie frowns.

"Anyone else you got your eye on?"

"No one new," Eddie says. He stares at Steve hard for a second, like he wants to dig into his brain, like it holds the answer to all life's question.

"There is someone, then." Steve tries to ignore the jealousy licking down his spine. Eddie isn't his and never will be.

Eddie picks at the label on his now empty beer. "Not--not really." He licks his lips, leaning over the table again. "Is there a reason you don't seem to date anymore, man? It's just--you wouldn't hurt for options, right?"

Steve freezes, trying to figure out a way to answer that won't end up breaking his own heart. "Ah, it's--you know, things got busy with opening the store and everything. Stopped being a priority."

"Are you lonely?"

"Are you?" He snaps before he can stop himself. "Sorry, I'm--sorry."

"Yeah, man. I'm lonely as hell." Eddie answers as though Steve didn't give him an out.

"I--you ever have someone where the timing is always wrong?"

"Think it's a hazard of my profession. Who's yours?"

"What?" Steve clunks his bottle too hard against the table.

"The one that got away?"

"It's--it--I--it doesn't matter."

Eddie's smile is all jagged edges. "Nancy?"

"God, no. Nance and I are good with being friends. No lingering feelings there. Who's yours?"

"Ahh," Eddie sits back a little, eyes glittering with an emotion Steve can't place. "The best boy I ever met. Can't get over him, can't forget him. I think they guys are going to start banning my 'pathetic gay yearning songs'. Gareth's words."

Something in Steve's chest crumbles to dust. There's someone. Has always been someone. Of course. Eddie is beautiful and hot and charismatic and fucking famous. And Steve is--just a guy who runs a struggling bookstore with a couple of his best friends.

"That's--I'm sorry it didn't work out." He's trying to stop his voice from breaking, from giving Eddie any hint of what he's feeling, just knows he has to get out. "Listen, man, thanks for the beer. Great to catch up. You should hit up Robin and Nancy the next time you're in town. I gotta get going."

"Wait, Steve--"

"See you around."

He doesn't wait. He pushes through the people, and races out the door, into the crisp Chicago fall air. He squeezes his eyes closed, practices his breathing exercises, tries to relax the clench of his teeth, ease the screaming in his lungs.

Three steps away from the building is as far as he gets before he hears, "Steve, please wait." A hand catches his hip, holding him in place.

"Eddie, I don't--"

"It's you," Eddie says. His face is pale, stricken. "You're the one who got away, Steve."

"What?"

"I've never been able to work up the nerve to confess. I've been trying for years, but. Too afraid of losing you to tell the truth."

"Years?" Steve's brain is trying to wrap around what's happening. That Eddie has feelings for him? That he's the source of the pathetic gay yearning?

"God, since 1986, at least."

Steve doesn't know what to say; what to do. He's been waiting for this moment so long, and his brain goes on pause.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same," Eddie rambles. "Hell, I'd be surprised if you did, but--"

"You're mine too," the words tumble out.

"What?"

"You're the one who got away. For me. You're mine."

"Steve," Eddie breathes. "Is this--are you serious?"

"Pathetic gay yearning and all."

Eddie's laugh is a bright spot in the darkness, relief and happiness mixed with the hope of what's next.

Steve can't help but giggle. "We're so dumb," he says.

Eddie looks at him with a raised eyebrow before bursting into giggles of his own. "So dumb, Steve, oh my god."

"It's been a decade!"

"Fuck," Eddie cackles.

They collapse against each other, chests heaving with their mirth. As they catch their breath, Steve nuzzles against Eddie's neck, relishing the closeness. It's easy for him to change the angle so their lips meet in a kiss frantic with ten years of longing.

"Your place or mine?" Eddie asks once they part.

Steve laughs. "You think I'm that easy, Munson?"

"Oh, Steve," Eddie smirks. "I know it."

"Asshole." Steve presses a kiss to his jaw. "How many songs did you write about me?"

Eddie smiles so hard his dimples pop. "All of them, baby. Every single one."

Steve rests their foreheads together, body fizzing like freshly uncorked champagne, "Take me home, Ed."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #oneshot #angst #friends to lovers #angst with a happy ending #idiots in love #mutual pining #famous eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #regular guy steve harrington #pathetic gay yearning #fluff #the one that got away #second chances #getting together

[hischierswhore]

Hi love could I request a Instagram au with mason mount with the face claim kayla kosuga ( YouTuber reader) where she’s a teen mom, and mason and her have been dating for awhile (but he’s not the dad), and the fans hate on her because they think they are not good enough for him and mason gets overprotective with the reader and the baby hopefully that makes sense it's my first request something have amazing day/night

online hate insta au (m. mount)

faceclaim: kayla kosuga

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masonmount my favorite girls💕

masonmount i love you both

yourusername we love you more🥹

y/nfan5 my fav trio ahhh

y/n&mase19 the way Mason treats Maddie as if she’s his own daughter 🥺

masonfan19 get away from him!

masonlover101 literally just get away from him. we know you’re only with him for his money🙄

yourbff oooh some of you bitches in this comment section are BITTER😬

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masonmount Hello to all,

I want to thank my amazing fans who have shown nothing but love and support for me. Sadly, I'm here to call out the disrespect and harassment the woman I love dearly is getting on a daily basis. Y/n has been the most supportive & loving girlfriend. We met when she was in the early stages of her pregnancy, and from the moment we met, I knew I was in love. We have been together for 3 years, and I have helped her raise Maddie as if she was my own daughter. I love both Maddie & Y/n with my whole heart and I will continue to do so.

To those who are creating such displeasure and opinions about the ones I love and my relationship, it's time to stop. In this era of social engagement and enlightenment I want to express the importance to spread positivity and needing to know when it is unfair to express your own distaste for something or someone, especially when you can do it behind an anonymous identity. I make this statement as my most humbled self and would be so grateful if we all would move forward in positivity and respect.

All love,

Mason x

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benchilwell well said, mate👏

sophiaaemelia Y/n & little Maddie deserve the entire world🥹

kaihavertz29 💙

yourbestfriend people need to leave you, Y/n & Maddie alone or i will not hesitate to fight

cmpulisic you guys deserve nothing but love 💙

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#✎ natalie writes #mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x you #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic

[povlnfour]

for the wip game: la vie boheme (LH44) 👀

oooh i’m glad someone asked abt this🥹 this one is very close to my heart but a little different than the regular! it’s based a lot on my own local arts district growing up, but is influenced by the musical ‘rent’🫶

from the wip game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ LA VIE BOHEME — LH44 WIP

pairing: lewis hamilton x f!artist!reader

summary: lewis had his visit to new york planned out. fancy hotels, lunch reservations, and instagram content worthy of appeasing his agent. if only he knew it would only take one charismatic artist, determined to protect her part of the city, would uproot all of his plans (and maybe his heart)

— lewis had seen nightlife before. he’d seen it on every scale, from grandiose hotel suites turned into venues, to highrise clubs with penthouse vip sections, and drinks worth half a pay check.

but this? this was new to him.

the second you pushed the large piece of metal to one side, and the burst of color hit his eyes, lewis was enchanted. he could see your mark in the murals on the wall, enhanced by blasts of paint and explosions of light galore. he was stuck in just the entranceway, unaware of how the eyes of everyone around turned to assess the man accompanying their darling artist.

colored bulbs hung from strings along the walkway, illuminating every inch of the wall that was covered in paint and plants, old band posters covering the plain brick that would have seeped through. and under it all, you glowed.

the glitter sewn into your hair sparkled in the glow from the bulbs, your eyes doing much the same. it was clear this was where you belonged, and lewis would, at that point, give anything to let you keep that happiness.

it was bad for his health. a girl he had known less than a week, already so deeply woven into his heart that he was considering fighting whole governments to help her smile remain.

his career be damned, he was going to help you fight for it.

when i was writing this i wasn’t actually sure who i wanted to be the love interest But considering lewis is so supportive of Everything that this one shot stands for, he had to be it!!! the full one shot involves some class commentary as it’s about struggling artists vs obviously a major rich f1 driver but obvi, our lew is a sweetie so he felt perfect

also very self fulfilling fic as my dream is Forever art, and i used to live in a little arts district in canada before i moved to the uk for uni and then eventually france, and it was the best few years of my life. i really want to go back one day ee

#… [gigi and : anon] #lewis hamilton wip #lewis hamilton #f1 x reader #f1 #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton scenario

[five-rivers]

Jack Fenton and Doc Saturday cross paths for the first time while shopping for XXL hazmat black and orange jumpsuits. Because there's only so many places they could possibly get those from.

There were many hazmat stores in North America. Sad as it may be, there were a great many dangerous materials in the world that required them. The number of stores that sold hypoallergenic hazmat was smaller. The number of stores that sold hypoallergenic hazmat that could be easily treated to be ectophobic was smaller still. The number of stores that sold hypoallergenic hazmat that could be easily treated to be ectophobic in teal and orange was tiny. The number of stores that sold hypoallergenic hazmat that could be easily treated to be ectophobic in teal and orange and both extra extra large and child sizes was exactly one.

Therefore, every couple of years Jack and Maddie would load up the kids (six and four, this year!) and take the long drive to Harold Hardy's Hazmat Hut (which was, in fact, a massive warehouse). It was worth it!

.

There were a great many hazmat suppliers in the world. Some were big, some were small, some were specialized, some were less so. In their globe-trotting career, the Saturdays hadn't cared much about location or brand, only quality and whether or not they could hold up against both the rigors of combat and the vast array of biological substances the cryptids they studied produced.

But Zak was two, now, and as he grew he grew more interested in what his parents were doing, and well…

Doc had never expected to be shopping for toddler-sized hazmat suits in a place called Harold Hardy's Hazmat Hut. The place radiated sketchiness in a way he generally only experienced after falling into a tourist trap.

Drew had found several suits she liked and gone to the children's section to look for something for Zak, which left Doc to sift through the upper end of the adult section to sift through XLs in search of an XXL. Stores like this never had his size…

.

Jack preferred shopping with Maddie to shopping solo, but he wasn't going to stop her from connecting with a fellow mom! There were just so few women in science, even in this day and age.

Anyway, he knew where the XXL suits were, so he took himself off in that direction.

On his way there, though, he saw a man who was almost as tall as he was glaring down at a rack of XLs. That wouldn't do!

"Heyo!" said Jack, cheerfully. "Looking for the XXLs?"

The man looked up, brow furrowed. "Yes, actually."

"I can show you where they are!"

The man nodded.

"My name's Jack, by the way! Jack Fenton!"

"Doc Saturday. Do you work here?"

"Nah! Repeat customer. Maddie and I have been coming here for years! The kids, too! We're a Harold Hardy family, we Fentons!"

"You have children?"

"Two of 'em! Six and four, a girl and a boy! You?"

"Just one boy, for now. Are the children's hazmat suits here any good?"

"Eh, we've got to modify them a bit for our work, but they stand up about as well as the adult ones, otherwise. What field are you in? Industrial chemicals? Pathogens? It's ectology and thanatology for me and Maddie!"

"Biology and zoology, mostly."

"Oooh, nice. You'll probably want this brand, then!" He plunged his hand into the shelf seemingly at random and pulled out an XXL packaged suit. "They do a lot of other sizes, too, so you can match with the whole family!"

Doc took the package. "I'll have to review the specifications myself, but… thank you."

"No problem, Doc! Anything to help out a fellow scientist! Say, how old is your kid? Maybe we can set up a playdate for them!"

#danny phantom #the secret saturdays #answer #ask #prompt #prompt fill #prompt fic

[jungle-angel]

Master Of The Earth (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Out of all the Daggers, Bob has the biggest green thumb of all

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @bradshawsbaby @withahappyrefrain

It was one of those spring days where you knew summer would be right around the corner, bright and sunny, the birds singing and the fresh early morning air making its way into the house. You had been sitting out on the front steps, enjoying your morning coffee and relieved that your lesson plans for your class's sixth grade year were finally done and that all you would have to worry about were the Greek Games and the spring fair at the school you taught at.

You heard the faint playing of music coming from somewhere around the corner, just having finished a phone call with Bob's grandfather and wondering if your mind was playing tricks on you.

You wandered around the back to the backyard where the garden was already beginning to bloom, noticing that the greenhouse door was cracked open just a little to let in the fresh air. A cheeky grin played with your lips when you heard the bluetooth speaker playing "Shambala" by Three Dog Night and your eyes laying upon Bob who was dancing shirtless as he shoveled some of the bagged soil into the clay pots on the long wooden table.

"BOB!!"

"Jeebus FUCK!!!" he blurted out, jumping a little.

"Have you been in here all morning?" you asked him.

"Since five in the AM," he chuckled, drawing you in for a tight hug.

Oooh he was warm, so warm and a little sticky from the greenhouse humidity, smelling of fresh dirt and wet leaves. You kissed the curve of his neck and the tops of his pecs before he gladly and eagerly returned the kisses you had been giving.

"Oh, I've gotta show you these," he said excitedly.

He gently guided you to the bench where a whole pile of seed packets were waiting to be opened. "Oh my God," you chuckled. "Did you raid the entire Home Depot garden section?"

Bob had opened his mouth to say something. "I......ya know......it's funny you should ask that....."

"Robert Joseph......"

"(Y/n) I swear half of it was my dad's idea, I'm not lying."

You laughed and rolled your eyes. Bob, his dad Joe Floyd and Joe's father, Lowell, were the only three people on the face of the earth who would have willingly raided a Home Depot garden section and not given a single fuck hereafter. "Alright Professor Floyd," you said. "Continue with the lecture."

"Ah ok," Bob said. "Now we have here an assortment of plants that will be first put into clay pots and then gradually into bigger ones until they are ready to root in the ground. Now if you would like to flip through the pile of seed packets, you may feel free to do so."

You laughed and gladly flipped through the pile of packets, amazed at what Bob had been able to get. Calendula, oregano, cayenne pepper, chamomile, poppies, lavender, rosemary, mint, marigolds, valerian and a whole host of other herbs and flora that you swore weren't even native to where you lived.

"Ooh, yarrow," you said.

"That was always Meemaw's favorite," Bob explained. "I've also got tulsi, catnip and mugwort too."

"What else did you plant?" you asked him.

"Maybe a peach tree," Bob said, blushing a little. "For my sweet, juicy little peach of course."

You giggled, the heat filling you from head to toe.

"I've also got a few bushes too," Bob continued. "Blackberry, elderberry, raspberry.......maybe a camellia bush. Black cohosh will help with mom's hot flashes and keep the pests away. Nasturtium will grow hardy but they need wood dowels to climb up. I'd like to see about some mullein and nettle but I'm not sure where we'd put it. Hawk said he would come by later and give me some white sage seeds that he extracted from his daughter's garden too."

You could have listen to him babble on for hours about the plants and the experiments he was trying. You made a mental note to introduce him to Mr. Jenkins, the high school science teacher who was teaching his ninth graders some of the principals and techniques involved in holistic farming, as the two of them would have a day long conversation.

You and Bob set to planting the seeds, scooping the dirt and putting it into the pots along with the seeds and properly burying them just enough so they could push through to the surface when the time came. You watered and fertilized as you saw fit, taking pictures of new sprouts or buds and adding them into Bob's journal full of his drawings, writings and observations. You both had lost track of the time until you realized it was already noon and time for lunch. But thankfully, the day wasn't over yet and you could do as much more planting as the day would allow.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x you

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

On My Mama Pt 2

Shuri x Fem Reader, Fem Reader x OC

I'm new to the tag list and tagging so bare with me if I left anyone out just let me know and I'll add it in.

Tags: @mixedfandxms @shurislover @sweetalittleselfish-honey @desswright29

Side note: I had an idea for a fic with Jada Kingdom Reader (looks) and Shuri, maybe ShuRiri. I'm Jamaican so you know seh big tunes ah guh run. 💥 reader could be an aspiring model trying to break into music and she meets Shuri or Shuriri at an event and they decide to produce her music wanting to do a fusion between Jamaican, African and American music. And a whole lotta smut and messy, toxic shit in between. 😮‍💨

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I be in the section dolo, baby, oh

You chose to go to the club on a Friday night, you'd been ducking Riri and Shuri for days. Expensive gifts were delivered daily, Beautiful flower arrangements, your favorite foods. Things you wanted but had no clue as to how they knew that.

Some girl you barely knew invited out out with her group of friends. You weren't very interested at first as you knew girls were catty and competitive by nature and you weren't interested in having to be on the defense all night. You'd done the trying to be a girl's girl before and it never worked out. Girls tended to be weird and you had no time nor energy for the bullshit.

Making acquaintances was the goal. You couldn't spend all your time in college doing nothing but doing work and keeping your head in the books. You wanted some fun, some irresponsibility. You were tired of being a 'good girl' someone that was a people pleaser. You had no people to please any longer. Your mother was a cheating whore and your father the star of your eyes was gone.

Your look + Outfit (with a more subtle eye look)

The club was lit. You noticed many POC students from campus. Which wasn't surprising as this club was marketed towards POC's on the low. Owned by a black couple, and ran with POC staff. It was a safe space for POC's to have fun without fear of harm.

"Y/n, I'm a little miffed. I invited you out and you out here making us all look bad." Gina says, her eyes narrowing at you playfully.

"Girl hush, she couldn't do normal if she tried. Even in casual wear with no makeup she looks hot." Nina giggles, greeting you with a hug.

"I'd kill for your looks and figure..." Gina pouts. You laugh at her. "No wonder your mom's a model. You need to follow in her footsteps, all that damn beauty."

"I'm good. Beauty and Brains is the goal. I'd rather be known for being pretty and a genius rather than pretty and an airhead hoe." You shrug and the girls look between each other in shock. "My mother isn't my favorite person so you'll never hear a compliment out of my mouth about her so it's better to not bring her up."

"Noted..." Gina muttered, clearing her throat. You could practically hear the silent judgment.

"Let's go get some drinks." Nina suggests, leading the way to the bar.

"I want a margarita." Gina calls to one of the bartenders. A pretty tall caramel skinned girl with highlighted curls and a bright smile.

Bartender

"Make that two." Nina agrees.

"I'll have whatever you think is best." You say, watching the girl eye you seductively.

"Coming right up, gorgeous." You bite your lip as she looks you over as she makes the drinks. The look she was giving you had you weak in the knees already.

"Oooh..." Gina giggles, bumping your shoulder. "She feeling you..."

"Here ya'll go." She places each drink down, before handing yours to you. "This one's new, I'm sure it tastes just as good as you look."

You fight the urge to break out in a cheesy smile. Her fingers grazing yours as you take the glass. You down the drink, eyes widening at the sweet yet potent taste that slid down your throat. You felt slightly hot as she smirked at you.

"Ok... I'll have what she's having!" Nina says, wide eyed. The bartender laughs but nods.

"Lord Ha'Mercy I'm too gay for this." Nina fans herself. You smile a genuine smile. Something you hadn't done in a very long time.

"What's your name ?" The bartender asks, as she passes Nina her drink and a hands you a refill.

"Why should I tell you?" You raise a brow, while nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Ok, Smiley it is." She licks her lip and you internally fan girl. "You have such a beautiful smile."

You're making me forget my past

"I'm Jess by the way." She adds.

"Ok, Jess by the way. Thanks for the drinks." You say, your tone playful. You grab a $20 and slide it towards her before heading to the dance floor. You wanted to let loose and have fun, and a small part of you wanted to show off for her.

You let your body sway to the beat, your head slightly tilted back as you gyrates your hips to the beat. As you danced your mind went to Shuri, the lyrics swirling in your head. Your eyes snapped open wanting to remove her from your mind.

You'd been trying to stop thinking about her. You couldn't help your attraction to her, she did something to you but you refused to go there. She was the cause of your family's downfall. She'd been with your mother. It was disgusting to even be thinking about her after that.

Your eyes locked with Jess and you put every effort into seducing her. Something that wasn't so hard since she seemed interested in you. You needed Shuri the fuck out of your head and Jess seemed like the perfect way to do that.

You were sure fucking with Riri would work two fold. Take your mind off Shuri and fuck her over at the same time. Yet you couldn't stand the fact that Riri was friends with the girl. She was bright and from what you'd heard she was by all accounts a morally good person.

The two being friends made no sense to you. How could you trust someone so messy and chaotic unless you had that in you as well? Maybe Riri was better at hiding her dirt and kept it on the low. Regardless you weren't interested in finding out.

As the song finished and you went to make your way back to the bar a familiar face stopped in front of you. She looked bothered, and you couldn't find a fuck to give.

"I see you've gotten my gifts." Riri eyes your body in the outfit she's sent you. You wore it hoping she'd see you in it because you wanted to prove a point to the duo one you knew would be relayed if the other wasn't present.

"And I see you weren't listening." You deadpan. "But if you'd like to send me stuff who am I to stop you? It's giving fan behavior, and I find that very amusing."

"Oh, so you got jokes?" Riri cracks up. She steps closer, her body almost touching yours. "You can continue acting like you don't want me but we both know you secretly like my attention. You like being chased and that's fine. Just know once you get caught, you'll have to beg for my attention."

"Your head being big clearly fits you, Williams." You say her name with malice.

"And that's not the only thing big." You can tell by her tone exactly what she's talking about but you choose not to acknowledge it.

"Well have a good rest of your night." You dismiss her before stepping around her and heading back towards the bar. You see that Nina and Gina are gone. You look around to see them with the other people they were supposed to meet up.

"So Riri's your thing?" Jess says, settling back in front of you.

"Thing?"

"Your type." She clarifies, her eyes sparkling. She had the prettiest eyes you'd seen.

"I think the only type you need to worry about is yourself." You flirt. She raises a brow.

"Word?"

"What do you say to heading home with me?" You get straight to the point, watching as she grins.

"Oh you go for what you want, huh?" She seems impressed. You simply stare at her. "We can head out right now."

She walks over to some guy and they talk for a bit before she gathers her things from under the bar and motions for you to follow her. She leads the way to her car, a black Camry with blue and black interior. Her rims are even blue and her windows tinted.

-

The next morning you're woken by Jess with her skillful tongue and you take pleasure in the fact that you're loud. She'd put you to work the whole night, and you'd returned the favor showing her exactly how much you appreciated her attention.

You sighed as you piled your straight hair into a messy bun and pulled on a oversized t-shirt and walked her to your dorm door. You yawned as you let her out and thanked her for coming over. You made a note to text her for another session as she was definitely a generous and thoughtful lover.

As you watched her leave and was about to close your door you watched in victory as Riri walked towards her dorm room. She'd left at some point in the early hours of the morning, slamming her door. You knew she was jealous and that thought sent chills of satisfaction throughout your body.

"Good morning, Williams." You said, smirking as she clenched her jaw. "Sorry about the noise. I'll try to be quieter next time."

And with that you closed the door with an enthusiastic kick. The message you'd sent very clear. Little did you know, you'd just started a war. One you wouldn't win.

-

Your day was starting to turn to shit as your RA left your dorm. Angry was an understatement. You knew someway somehow your current predicament was curtesy of Riri. You couldn't prove it but you knew it was her.

You'd been reported for having an off campus visitor spend the night. A violation that meant you lost your dorm. You were pissed. You'd already made your dorm home. Decorated it how you wanted and even saged it to clear any bad energy out. Clearly it hadn't worked.

You were being moved to another building where you'd have two roommates. The only upside being you had a room and there weren't many rules. You just hated the fact you had to share a space with people you barely knew in closer and smaller quarters.

It took you the whole day and the help of the sisters Nina and Gina. Once you'd moved into the new apartment, you noticed the apartment was huge. You looked around, steering clear of the other bedrooms not wanting to invade anyone's private spaces.

The apartment was styled nicely. By the door was a shoe rack with dope sneakers, expensive heels and slides. You could tell whoever your roommates were they came from money.

You were so exhausted you knocked out on the sofa watching some old show.

A loud sound and a cuss woke you up. As your eyes adjusted to the dark you could barely make out two figures.

"Hello?" You called out, you knew you locked the door so the two had to be your roommate. The light was switched on and you instantly jumped up, anger building in you.

"Are you fucking serious!?!?!?!" You bellow.

"Told you she'd be happy to see us." Riri wiggled her brows, bumping Shuri.

"Y...you..." You couldn't find the words to express what you were feeling.

"Chill ma, we just thought you'd like some company." Riri grins, heading for the kitchen.

"Stop antagonizing her, Ri." Shuri speaks up, her demeanor is different. You glare at the duo.

"Fuck you look so good when you're pissed." Riri chuckles, grabbing a water and taking a sip. "Adorable really."

Realizing there wasn't much you could do, you swallowed down all the things you wanted to say and headed for your room. You slammed it, locking it behind you.

They didn't know what they'd started but you were damn sure going to finish it. You started scheming.

💕

#Spotify

[animeomegas]

What if the alpha in MHA isn't a hero or famous person in general? And they met their omega when they already are an adult. How would the omega show their alpha to the paparazzi? OR MAYBE they try to hide their private life?

Oooh, interesting!

Keeps his alpha as far away from the paparazzi as possible. Never mentions anything in interviews, only picks dates at home or places you won't be disturbed, either no or heavily edited social media

Bakugou, for sure. The world knows he has an alpha that he's committed to, and they probably know what the alpha looks like, but that's it. It's his business, no one else's.

Shinsou. He's an underground hero, so he doesn't mess with paparazzi at all. For his and his alpha's safety, they both keep a very low profile.

Aizawa for much the same reasons as above.

Toshinori (post-retirement) loves to keep his relationship and family as lowkey as possible. He doesn't want any media outlet to know he's even mated. It's too risky for their safety, but also, he thrives being Toshinori, not All Might, in his own home and he doesn't want those lines to start blending.

Tamaki clams up when the public start prying into his personal life.

Finds a happy medium. Likes to brag about and post photos of their alpha sometimes, but still enjoys the privacy that comes come keeping strict boundaries.

Midoriya falls into this category, for sure. As number one, keeping his alpha a secret would be near impossible, so instead he tries to maintain healthy boundaries. He enjoys gushing over his partner in interview and getting fan art with his alpha in it, so he likes this balance.

Mic. I know it might seem like he should go in the 'no privacy' category, but I actually think that Mic is really good at saying a lot, but also not saying anything at all. Like he gushes about his partner all the time on the radio, but when you go to the partner section of his wiki, it's surprisingly empty, because he keeps a lot of information to his chest. It helps that he doesn't get recognised much when he's out of costume too.

I think Iida falls here too. His whole family are famous heroes and I think his PR team at the very least would play on that a lot with an active (but well curated) social media about Iida's life. Fancy events, birthdays, family gatherings, things like that, so his alpha would definitely pop up. He like to keep interviews on his heroics though.

Never stops talking about their alpha for even a moment. Constant pictures, videos, social media all the time, interviewers kind of end up hating their alpha because they can't get the hero in question to tal about anything else.

Denki, of course, is anyone surprised? His relationship is only one step away from being a YouTube couple lmaoo. He gushes and talks about his alpha, he gets caught with hickeys, he posts lovey dovey photos of lazy mornings and fancy dinners. The world is very invested in the 'couple goals'.

Kirishima slips into this category because he thanks his alpha for their support in every interview and lavishes them with praise about how supportive and amazing they are. He's also the kind of person to give out relationship advice to his fans lol. It's not as non-stop as Denki, but everyone knows about his alpha.

Mirio would 100% have the 'golden couple' image attached to him. Him and his partner are couple goals, but in a different way to Denki. Denki and his alpha are relatable, but Mirio's relationship is perfect (to outsiders.) I'm talking charity appearances together, pictures of their elaborate proposal and wedding, wholesome pet pictures, the whole works.

#bnha #mha #omegaverse #a/b/o #hcs #headcanons #x reader #mirio #kirishima #denki #midoriya #bakugou

[photogirl894]

Hey Morgan! I came across this prompt and thought it would fit well with your fics:

“How could you just abandon her like that? She needed you!”

“It was— It was complicated, okay?”

Feel free to use or not to use but I thought you could do something really cool, creative and interesting with it! Feels like a Hunter, Crosshair, or Tech thing to me but thought I'd throw it your way!

Oooh this is an interesting one! Thanks, my friend!! 💜 I'll make this a Tech one since I haven't done anything for him in a while! Let's give our favorite smart Clone some love!

"Barricade"

Pairing: Tech x fem reader

What should've been an easy, calculated explosion to seal in some gundarks behind you and Tech ended up being a huge mistake.

You thought you had made the shot precisely enough that the ceiling would only collapse between you two and the gundarks trailing you, but it did more damage than you anticipated. The whole ceiling had started to come down.

"This is not going as anticipated!" Tech called out as you ran.

You replied, "Tell me something I don't know!"

Right then, you heard a loud crack from directly above you and you could tell that the ceiling was about to give way and Tech, who had gotten ahead of you, was going to be directly impacted by the debris.

"Tech, look out!" you yelled, picking up speed and shoving him forward. Just as you did that, a section of the rocks above you came down and a heavy impact hit you on the back of your head and neck, a sharp pain shooting through you as you collapsed to the ground and everything around you went dark.

Tech, after being pushed, skidded to a halt upon hearing your cry of pain and he shouted your name, running back to you. However, the ceiling continued to cave in and he couldn't get close enough to you before it all came down, separating you two. He moved back a few feet, waving his hand through the cloud of dust that had formed and continued calling out for you. To his concern, there was no reply.

"Oh no," he said aloud with worry. While he was strong, he knew he wouldn't be able to move all of the rocks and debris on his own. He'd have to have the rest of his squad help him. In order to do that, though, he had to get out of the cave and run back to the Marauder because he knew comms would be no good. There was too much atmospheric interference on this planet.

He turned on his heel and ran back in the direction of the cave entrance, overwhelming guilt eating at him inside. He didn't know if you were alive or dead and he hated the thought of leaving you in there alone, but there was no other way. You had saved his life and he was leaving you to an uncertain fate in order to return the favor. He could only hope he could get his brothers and make it back in time.

Minutes later, he spotted light from the outside and made his way out of the cave, now booking it as fast as he could for the Marauder.

"What happened?" Hunter questioned as he saw Tech coming. "And where's (Y/N)?"

Catching his breath, Tech replied, "There was...an unforeseen cave-in. She's...trapped inside."

"And you just left her there?" Wrecker questioned.

Then Echo added, frustrated, "How could you just abandon her like that? She needed you!"

"It was--it was complicated," Tech responded. "The fallen debris separated us and I knew I could not get through the barricade alone. That and I could not comm any of you. I need your help. Her life may be in jeopardy."

"Then we need to hurry," stated Hunter, already breaking into a run.

The Clones all sprinted back to the cave and made their way back to the barricade. Wrecker suggested just blowing the cave-in up, but Hunter said that might too dangerous as the debris could further injure you. Instead, they set to work immediately moving the boulders and stones that were in the way by hand. Tech took out his datapad and did a scan of the area ahead. Your body was still lying motionless on the ground...and to his relief, his scan was still reading signs of life.

"She is alive," he stated aloud to the others.

"She won't be for long unless we get this cleared," said Echo.

A few more minutes went by as the Batch moved the stones as quickly as possible. Before long, they were able to create a big enough hole for Tech to slip through to the other side. He ran over to your unconscious body, knelt by your side and pulled you into his arms.

"All right, Wrecker, I've got her. You may blow the rest of the barricade," he called out.

Seconds later, Wrecker cried out, "Take cover!"

Tech shielded you with his body just as the small explosive went off and the rocks all went flying around him, a few small stones bouncing off his back and helmet. Once he saw the way was clear, he scooped you up carefully into his arms and rejoined his squad. Then all of them returned to their ship to get you proper medical attention.

Your eyes fluttered open, a throbbing pain in your head. Your hand reached up and felt there was a bandage wrapped around your head. The last thing you remember was shoving Tech out of the way of some falling rocks and then...

Tech!

Just as you were about to panic and wonder if he was okay, you turned your head and Tech was already seated at your bedside, his datapad naturally in his hands. However, hearing you stir, his attention was immediately on you.

"Welcome back," he said to you.

"What happened? Are you okay?" you asked him.

Tech's eyebrows rose in confusion. "You are the one with the injury and yet you ask if I am all right?" he questioned.

"Well...yeah," you answered. "I remember pushing you out of the way so you wouldn't get hurt, but then...everything's fuzzy after that. I don't know what happened and I just want to be sure you came out all right."

"I am...unharmed," he told you, still trying to figure out how you could be so concerned for his wellbeing when you were the person who had been hurt. "You should not have done that, however. You were hurt and I should have been the one to protect you," he then said.

You sat up, slightly wincing from the aches in your head. "You had gotten ahead of me, Tech. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't have been able to stop that cave-in in time."

He released a sigh. "That is a fair point...and indeed, an oversight on my part."

"It's okay," you said. "You're okay and that's all that matters to me."

In that moment, Tech felt the sudden urge to reach up and lay his hand on your cheek, overcome with foreign emotion at seeing how caring you were regarding him. His hand came up, but then hovered hesitantly and he looked away for a moment, contemplating if that was a wise choice. Though, when his eyes returned to you, you were smiling at him and the look in your eyes was telling him it was okay for him to proceed. His gloved hand ever so gently came to your cheek and he laid his palm against your skin, caressing it softly with his thumb.

"Thank you," he said to you.

Leaning into his touch, you replied, "You're welcome, Tech. I would do it all again if I had to."

"I would advise against that," he stated back, eliciting an amused laugh from you.

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[x-neurotoxin-x]

oooh can i see your system dabi hcs?

I've got a number of these. I think I've made hcs posts about this before but I can't find them to link, so, I'll just make another

He's poly-fragmented, for sure. His entire life has been thrown from one traumatic event to another with zero support system or positive coping mechanisms, so he probably splits very easily and has a high alter count.

I also usually go with the hc that he has very high amnesia walls, so a lot of his life he doesn't remember very well or his memory is very warped.

Alters having differing views on things like beliefs, his trauma, abuse, revenge plans. So a lotta inner conflict.

A lotta childhood trauma, so probably a lot of littles

Stand by my hc that Touya (the Touya during the reveal) is a child alter, especially because of the dancing, excitement, some of his word choices, all very childish/young sounding. So i really think Touya himself is a little, but he's also probably a trauma holder, and programmed, so he's screwed up himself

(Ramoca trigger warnings for these next few bullet points) I usually go with the idea that he's a programmed system, so a lot of his alters are more "harmful than helpful" to his system as a whole because, unlike non-programmed systems, his system wasn't formed to benefit him, it was formed for the benefit of others. So, like, he has a lot of Ips, number alters, nameless, dehumanized/non human alters, and alters with programmed responses.

I usually hc it's mostly beta (sexual) programming since i usually couple it with the hcs that Enji sexually abused him and that he was trafficked in childhood by his parents as well as Afo's facility stuff. A lotta that is, like, accepting and even purposely seeking out sexual abuse from others, being desensitized to sexual violence, running on an "autopilot" during sexual situations, having consent issues and such. This is a blink and you could miss it hc in several fics I have, but I know Flicker i went more in depth with it.

Innerworld is very sectioned off, lots of isolated alters and restricted areas, as well as a lot of alters that are mostly internal (don't front a whole lot.)

I could see him having factives, especially factives of people who had an impact on him (his Father, for example)

Usually couple the DiD hc with depersonalization disorder too, and having a disconnect to his body/not seeing it as his.

Definitely think the "Dabi" alter was split sort of as a protector alter but developed persecutor traits, especially just based on how Touya acts as Dabi, he's very guarded and such but also pretty self-destructive.

A lot of alters split while on the street to help him get by/survive. Could def see Dabi developing as an alter while he was homeless, and probably hosting during that time.

[jackharloww]

I was listening to Route 66 and thought about jack trying to get with reader but reader is dodging him because she’s heard he’s a thot I’m sorry my ideas are so basic 😭 I just try and picture whatever the lyrics say into a story

Jack wanting to ask y/n out

a/n: This has been in my inbox for long, but I finally sat down and wrote it. I hope you like it :)  

“We don’t have to stay that long,” Lily says, getting out of the uber. I wasn’t really feeling it today, and my original plan was to sulk at home, on the couch, in front of the TV with a bag of chips in my lap. But Lily really wanted to go out tonight, so here I am, outside the club, with Lily practically dragging me inside. The fitted black dress hugging my body does nothing to cover me from the wind that makes its way to us. I am now regretting my choice to wear my long open-toe heels, which will probably give me hell in a few hours. Yes, hours. I know how Lily is, and her “not that long” is multiple hours.

“Lily, you and I both know that we will probably be here the whole night,” I say as I roll my eyes at her. She only laughs and gives me a wink. This girl will be the death of me. I think as we enter the club, the music blasting through the speakers. We make our way to the bar and order our drinks.

“Oooh, I forgot to tell you,” Lily exclaims after a few minutes. “Jack and Urban are here,” she casually adds as she sips her drink.

“And you couldn’t tell me that earlier?” I hiss at her as I feel my cheeks getting hotter. We met Jack and Urban a while back at a house party, and we’ve hung out a few times since then. Jack and I have always had a flirtatious vibe, but nothing more than that.

“I don’t know why you won’t let him take you out. We both know you want to” She winks at me

“Because… He’s a thot. You know about his reputation. I don’t just wanna be some girl he hooks up with and then throws away,” I muttered, but loud enough for her to hear me over the blasting music.

“Since when did you believe the rumors? Aren’t you always the one wanting to see things from the other perspective? Or are you just scared to break your heart?” Lily asks, raising her eyebrows at me, even though she knows the answer. I look down at my drink and the hum I let out is the only answer she receives before we hear a voice behind us.

“Well, look who’s here,” Urban shouted while opening his arms to hug us. Jack is standing next to him, both having big smiles on their faces and looking very handsome. Well, you know what they say. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

“Looking good, girls,” Jack says as he hugs both of us.

“Come on. You should join us in the VIP section,” Urban says as soon as we finish the small talk. Lily gives me a questioning look waiting for my nod, then she grabs her drink and starts walking behind Urban, that’s leading the way.

“You coming?” Jack asks, holding his hand to help me get down from the bar stool I’m sitting on.

“Yup,” I place my small hand in his big, warm one and let him guide the way.

When we arrive, Lily and Urban start dancing and singing while Jack and I sit back on the big sofa and start talking. He rests his arm behind me and leans forward a bit, a smug smile on his face. “So, when are you gonna let me take you out” he says after a while of us flirting like crazy.

“You never stop, do you?” I smirk back at him while taking a sip from my drink.  

“Yes, I will stop,” He says, looking me dead in the eyes. “Once you say yes,” he smirks.  

“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” He nods with a goofy smile on his face. “Well, then, I guess I have to say yes,” I continue, looking him in the eyes. “I mean, only so you can stop asking,” I tease  

He laughs and reaches out for a strand of hair as he tucks it behind my hair.

“What do you say we get out of here? Are you hungry? We could go get a snack,” He gently says. I look up and see that Lily and Urban still are living their best lives and then look back at Jack as I slowly nod. “you know what, sure, why not.” I stand up and reach out my hand for him to grab, and we start walking to Lily and Urban to tell them where we’re going. Lily mouths a “you go, girl” before giving me a subtle wink.

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[carolmunson]

party favors (rockstar!eddie x actress!reader)

just a little drabble of coming home to a mansion party that your stupid rock star fiancé threw. More fluffy than smutty but implied smut. features a little surprise mention of @rustedhearts boxer!steve.

warnings: active drug use, implied drug use, mention of addiction if you squint, daddy kink reference, drinking, cigarettes, smut implications, swearing

18+ always, thnx! 

Then you heard it, “Oooh, she’s home early man, you’re gonna get in trouble…” 

You rolled your eyes when you heard Gareth and turned the corner, the girls outnumbering the men on the sectional three to one in the second sitting room. The center table was littered in rolled up bills and lines, baggies of pills, empty shot glasses, and crushed beer cans. You scanned quickly for a sign of any needles lingering anywhere.

“Oh thank GOD, finally!” Eddie said dramatically at the sight of you, nestled in the curve of the couch, a big smile on his face and a cigarette in his fingers, “Hot girls finally made it to the party.” 

“Ed,” you said, exasperated, gesturing to the party around you, “Why?”  He pouted at your annoyed face, “Why not?” He stood up, resting his cigarette on the ash tray and strutting close to you. You looked him over: tight jeans, a studded belt glinting in the low light of the house, an old Dio shirt cut into a cropped muscle tee, his midriff peeking out with a smattering of tattoos – your name right on his partially exposed hip bone.  “Princess, I’m sorry,” he said, concern lining his face, “Just say the word, I’ll tell everyone to get out.”  You sighed up at him, and smiled, “It’ll take at least an hour and a half to get everyone out of here.” 

“Whatever you want,” he said, placing his hands on your face and kissing your forehead, “As long as that ring is on your finger, I’ll do whatever you say.” 

You blushed, your engagement ring heavy and shining on your left hand. “Do you want me to send everyone home?” he asked.

“Are you having fun?” you asked, his grin answered for him. 

“Of course I am,” he said, “Even more, now that you’re here.”  He kissed you deeply, whiskey heavy on his tongue as it slid in your mouth. A mix of cigarette smoke and his Green Irish Tweed cologne clouded your judgement every time. He always made you feel like you were the only person in the room when he looked at you. You whined when Eddie pulled away.

“Okay, okay. Everyone can stay,” you said, his fingers lacing with yours, tugging you towards the couch. He pulled you in close onto his lap, leaning your back against his chest. If he could rip open his skin and put you inside of it, he would. ‘Would you wear my skin like a suit? That’d be pretty metal. My little scuba suit girl, except it’s my skin, ahahaha,’  he slurred one particularly intoxicated night in Mexico. He held your hand like a lost puppy the whole way back to the hotel room. 

You scanned the people in the room, everyone moving in and out, feeling more calm with the feeling of Eddie’s breathing under you. Sometimes it was overwhelming when you weren’t really in the mood to party, even more so when you just flew in from New York, expecting the sprawling property to be empty aside from your fiancé practicing solos in the studio downstairs. 

“Oh wow, man of the hour arrived,” Jeff said next to Eddie, tossing his head over to a man who just entered the party. Eddie looked over, his arm snaking around you tightly while you shifted to see who Jeff was talking about. 

“Surprised he even came, even though the party’s technically for him,” Eddie said, “Not after what happened last time. You know Chris had to get his jaw reset after that?”  “After what?” you asked, “Who’re you talking ab–”  You didn’t have to ask anymore, you saw him come into the room, sunglasses on. King Steve, middleweight boxing champion of the decade, at least that’s what the press was saying. He’d fought that night, and won, you could tell by the angry red cut hiding behind his Ray Bans on his left eye, covered in butterfly bandages. It clicked that Eddie used this as a means to throw a party (not that he ever struggled to find an excuse). 

You had met Steve a few times: similar endorsement deals, interviewed on the same show right after each other, typical celebrity niceties. His little lady daintily walking beside him in her librarian kitten heels – his arm protectively touching her at all times. You wanted to gift her a pair of Vivienne Westwood platforms so badly, but Steve probably wouldn’t like them. 

“Steve Harrington, baby. You know him,” Eddie explained, “Last time he showed up here, got in a big fight with his woman cause Chris gave him some party favors. Total fuckin’ buzzkill.” 

Your face contorted a little, “Total fuckin’ buzzkill?” 

“Yeah I mean like, he was just tryna have a good time,” he said. Tapping out his own party favors into a small pile on your bare shoulder. “If I remember correctly, you were doing a lot of different shit to have a good time until I was a buzzkill,” you reminded him, cringing at the sound of his nostril sucking up the cocaine on your skin, “Ew, Ed.” 

“That was different, smack was gonna kill me,” he said, shaking his head and holding his hand to his nose, “Whoo!” 

“Doesn’t matter that she’s a total buzzkill though,” he said dazily, a heavy hand slapping down on your thigh. You watched Eddie catch her eye from across the room, “She’s got a hot little body on her.”  He winked and you watched Steve’s girl blush, awkwardly burying her face in his chest while Steve talked to, who you recognized, was likely his manager. “You know he’s sending her to the moon every night,” Jeff laughed, the girls flanking him laughing too. “You think she calls him King Steve in the sack?” Gareth thought out loud. 

“Oh no, definitely callin’ him Daddy, or somethin’,” Eddie said with a knowing look. He got close to your ear, “Maybe you girls could get together and see who can say it the loudest.” 

“Do you want him to kill you?” you asked, turning to face him, cheeks burning pink, “He hears one horny thing about her come out of your mouth he’s gonna send you to the moon.” 

Eddie making comments about other women never stung, he just loves girls. Just never loves any girls more than his fiancé.  “Would you come visit me on the moon, if he did?” Eddie asked, giving you a peck before you could answer.  “All the time,” you whispered into his lips.  “Why don’t you go change into a little party dress?” he asked, brushing your hair out of your face.  “Do you not like my airport clothes?” you asked, shimmying from his lap and standing up, “Are the silk pants not doing it for you? Don’t like the tennis shoes?” 

“I love the tennis shoes,” he said, slowly getting up and putting his hands on your hips, “But it’s a party, baby, I love when you get dressed up for a party.”  “You wanna help me pick something out?”  

Eddie nodded, knowing what helping you get changed would entail. The couches in your closet seeing more unspeakable scenes than your bedroom ever did. 

“See you guys later,” he said, waving off his band mates, grabbing a shot off a tray a server was carrying through the sea of people and downing it. You had to walk by Steve and his lady to get through to the hallway and after Eddie’s little wink, you cringed at the potential interaction.   “‘Scuse me,” you said, trying to speak over the music, Eddie trailing behind you. 

Steve’s girlfriend turned her head, causing Steve to turn too.  “Sorry, excuse me,” you smiled and offered a small wave, “Hi Steve.”  Steve nodded in your direction, never much of a talker, and you assumed after a fight he probably didn’t want to do much talking. He pulled his girl closer, scooting them both out of the way, eyeing Eddie while Eddie eyed him back.  “Hi Ms. Harrington,” you said with a grin while walking past them, “Welcome to the party.” Steve’s girlfriend got flustered, blushing, “Well, not Ms. Harrington yet, but–”  You caught Steve’s smile while you edged into the hall, seeing him lean down to kiss her. Eddie laced his fingers with yours again while you filed to the mostly empty left wing of the house. You stepped over the velvet ropes marking off the wing, since this part of the house was always off limits for a party. You felt his Eddie’s hands creep over you in the dark hallway. 

“Do you think he’s handsome?” he asked. You could catch the twinge of sullen jealousy in his voice from a mile away. 

“Of course I think he’s handsome, don’t you think he’s handsome?” you laughed. 

“Do you think I’m handsome?” he asked while you opened the door to your bedroom. He knew you thought he was handsome, but sometimes he just needed a little reassurance. Ed might’ve been a ladies man once he got famous and pumped full of liquor and drugs, but underneath that was still a kid who nobody wanted to take to prom. 

He followed you into your dressing room while you spoke, “Let’s seeee, do I think you’re handsome? My future husband, man of my dreams, guitar legend Eddie Munson – do I think you’re handsome?” 

He blushed and sat on the white leather couch in front of the triple mirror while you slowly slid off your airport clothes. You popped on a short silk robe, one he got you in Milan on a world tour because he thought you’d look nice in jade. You weren’t sure how you felt about it when you first tried it on in the hotel room – he fell to his knees immediately. 

“I think you’re very handsome,” you said, crawling onto his lap on the couch, a thigh on either side of his, “So handsome, that I don’t know if I can bear bringing you back down to that party.” 

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[dumping-ideas]

Hiii I like ur Tsukasa posts! I was just wondering abt your thoughts on the WxS section of the Sekai no Oto album, I think both songs are really interesting, especially in comparsion to each other & their portrayal of (Tsukasa’s) passion

ShowtimexAudience seems to be more about the past and regrets, while LEADER is abt struggling towards the future? I don’t wanna ramble too much so what do u think abt them?

(sorry for the late reply, I may come back to edit this later)

Oooh, I agree about how ShowtimexAudience is leaning more towards the past struggle and LEADER is more about the present struggle and future.

I think that both stories is about how the VS see Tsukasa's struggle and their wish to support him. ShowtimexAudience, just like SekaHaji, has a very cheerful tone but has some downer lines, while LEADER sounds more dramatic and still has some downer lines . (I haven't seen other groups' image songs yet but damn L/N!Miku one is such a downer for most of the song).

I feel like ShowtimexAudience feels more childlike, and it has this feeling of loneliness and anticipation for a more fun future. On the other hand, LEADER is more reflective(?), and there's this feeling of anxiousness and wish for a happier future. I like how both songs put emphasis on the future they hope for and someone's struggle both in the past and the present.

And 1 point I love about both songs is that they talked about "that someone" crying and their reactions to it:

The tears in ShowtimexAudience didn't really mention why "that someone" was crying. But taken from the whole song it's probably because he was suffering alone, giving up on so many things, losing his own confidence, and thinking that his dream was only a dream. But the song also said that Miku would celebrate with that crying someone, to let him know that his tears and struggle in all those time are not in vain.

Meanwhile, the tears in LEADER is more about the tears being suppressed. If we looked at the previous lines, that someone is probably crying because he felt anxious of not being able to reach his goal just because he felt pain. So, the tears in LEADER is more about his pain in the present now that his dream has become his goal. KAITO wanted that someone to be able to accept that pain and not toss his pain away, and so KAITO guides that person.

So from both songs, Miku and KAITO want that certain someone to not deny his past and present pain and struggle, and that they would be there with that person---guiding him, lifting him up, and loving him.

Also, another thing that both songs share other than future and tears is love. ShowtimexAudience talks about doing things that you love, how because of love that someone gets farther away from his own dream, and how Miku and that someone will use love as nourishment for the next show (in this song love use the words suki and daisuki). LEADER talks about how his heart burns with love for the bright future, and how his and that someone's love for others' happiness will echo throughout the world/SEKAI (in this song love use the words ai). Several JP blogs say that the difference between suki and ai is more about the perspective--you use suki to show your interest in something/someone but you use ai to show how much you cherish something/someone.

So yeah, in a way that's why ShowtimexAudience feels more childlike compared to LEADER. That love is still something that's interesting for that someone, but it grew into something that that someone cherishes and nurture. Fitting, because like you said ShowtimexAudience is more about his past struggle connecting to the present and LEADER is more about his present struggle connecting to the future.

#pjsekai #project sekai #proseka #hatsune miku colorful stage #ask #tenma tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #analysis #i like both songs #but i think all my devices love vbs!len's one 'cause my shuffle playlist always choose that song first

[gamefan546]

My thoughts on the PuzzleVision Movie (SPOILERS):

I’m kinda glad I waited a bit to get my thoughts on the Puzzlevision movie out there, as I got to let my thoughts sit a little, but I still think my current thoughts are mostly the same as my original thoughts:

The movie was neat. There was a lot of things I liked about it, like all the parodies, animation, and ESPECIALLY the villain song. But… I honestly think it’s kinda underwhelming for the finale of this storyline they started in early 2023. I guess I had big expectations since this confrontation with Mr. Puzzles was built up for 2 whole movies and a WOTFI. I Still think there are a lot of good qualities to it. But, unfortunately, I got a lot more to say about the negatives than the positives.

I was initially underwhelmed by Mr. Puzzle’s backstory, considering how long he’s been built up as a villain. At first the backstory of Puzzles being “He was a lonely kid who became a TV addict and eventually replaced his head with a TV” came of as sort of bland, cliche villain backstory that the writers came up with on the fly. Again, I feel like I felt that way because of what came before it. Stuff like the Eldritch Goo from IGBP, the Grand Door being opened shortly before the lead up to that movie, Puzzlevision originally owning the show grounds, and all of Puzzles’ powers made me think that there was going to be a bit more to his story. Like, how does just replacing his head with TV give him all the powers he has?? Now I think the backstory’s more alright though. The part with “Oh he was lonely and had no friends :(“ still comes off as super cliche to me, and the powers still don’t make sense, but the part about him replacing his face with a TV sort of drives home how unhinged he is under that smile. I have similar thoughts on his final goal, which to me basically came off as “oooh he wants to brainwash everyone and take over the world”. But at least the backstory wasn’t as confusing or convoluted as Niles’ backstory from Revelations.

One other thing I also didn’t like, and still don’t, was how Tari was presented. In Western Spaghetti she was built up to be a much braver person who was more ready to take down whoever messes with her friends. But in this movie she feels like a complete coward again, cowering in fear at the thought of Mr. Puzzles going to get them, and begging Meggy not to go through a scary obstacle course. Like, what was the whole point of going through that arc if she was gonna be super scared the next time a big villain shows up??? I feel like they just threw that character development that I loved so much away. Also, why would they introduce Clench right before the Puzzlevision takeover if he wasn’t going to play any role in it?????

I do like how everyone came together throughout the movie to escape Puzzles’ network though. Smg4 and 3 told Mario where to find them, Meggy and Tari found out how to escape the network, and Boopkins and Bob broke everyone out of their channels. I thought that part was pretty neat, and felt like a bunch of puzzle pieces falling into place (no pun intended). It’s also always nice seeing mario help out in some way, even though I wish his motives were more “I gotta save my friends” than “I wanna find the TV because I wanna watch TV”.

This is a next thing is more of a nitpick than anything. I love the animation change for the South Park section. But even though there’s a VA credited with the South Park characters in the credits, Cartman’s voice sounds a lot like an AI voice to me for some reason. They probably did use an actual voice actor for Cartman and the way they pitch shifted it made it sound weird, but if they actually used AI for Cartman, I don’t find that cool.

One last thing. I don’t even feel like this movie has much of an impact on SMG4 like IGBP. Like the only thing that changes is that Puzzles’ is dealt with, and he may or may not be dead; and he didn’t even have much of an effect on the normal episodes before if any. Other than that, no one really goes through any arc or gains any development. If anything, Tari lost development from Western spaghetti. It doesn’t really feel like anything changed, which is kinda weird considering the gang just defeated the main antagonist who’s been messing with them for a year. There wasn’t even a reveal on what’s behind that boarded up door or anything added to the show grounds.

Other than that, the movie was still neat. Just neat. That’s all I can really say. I know I’ve been kinda pessimistic here, but like I said, I had more to say one the negatives than positives. They just stick out more to me than most of the plot, which is really just the gang going through a bunch of parodies. Guess I set my expectations too high for this movie or something. Just remember these are all just my opinions and you can feel however you want about this movie.

Now, will I continue following SMG4 now that Mr. Puzzles is possibly gone for good? Honestly… I’m not sure. I’ve mainly been following SMG4 over the last year mainly because of Mr. Puzzles, and I’ve been planning to move away from it for ages. So depending on how the next few videos go, I may or may not stop following. I kinda like the idea of leaving SMG4 off where it’s kind of ambiguous if Mr. Puzzles is really dead or not. Even if I stop following SMG4, I’ll still make some make fan art every of it now and again. I just wish the possible final movie I watched was just more than just “neat”.

#smg4 #smg4 puzzlevision #smg4 spoilers

[everybodyshusband]

self harm talk in this ask as well as some kinda depresing regression stuff

feel free to delete this ask if it makes you uncomfortable in any way, your wellbeing comes first and i want you to know that

one thing i have, i guess struggled with is regressing after sh-ing. the whole mentally smaller mindset really gets freaked out by pain in general but that specifically is really bad. i was wondering if you have any ideas on how rain dew and phantom would react if they were to regress after that?

oooh, this is a topic that i've actually given a lot of thought to, so thank you for inadvertently giving me an excuse to spill my thoughts, lovely anon. i hope things get easier for you soon, love. if you ever need someone to talk to, i'm here <3

i think i could probably split my thoughts about this particular topic into extensive sub-sections (with footnotes upon footnotes of extra information) for each of these three ghouls, but for now, let's just see where the rambling leads us, shall we ?

under the cut. cw for discussions/descriptions of self harm in relation to regressed ghouls, INCLUDING DEWDROP SELF HARMING WHILE REGRESSED.

let's start with phantom (because i don't have as much to say about them, oops).

they're the newest in the pack, and in my personal headcanons, they regress to an infant/very young toddler. there's a number of reasons why they regress and in what ways, but after self harming they never find themselves in a positive regressed headspace. when they regress they're nonverbal, so there's a lot of crying, whining and distressed wiggling when they can't verbalise their thoughts. sometimes calming them down enough to stop their tears is as easy as putting a pretty band-aid on their wounds, kissing over the plaster, and sticking a teether in their mouth. but there are times when even that isn't enough to distract them and they're stuck in their nonverbal distressed state until they return to their non-regressed self.

rain is a little bit different.

rain also regresses for a multitude of reasons, but after self harming, it can be guaranteed that the pain and guilt of the aftermath is the cause of their regressed headspace. when they're little, they're still "big" enough to vocalise their thoughts, even if their usual articulation and well-spoken-ness isn't present. the pack find it much easier to take care of them because rain doesn't usually have any trouble telling them exactly what happened with the right amount of coaxing. they get very freaked out by the pain that comes afterwards because even though their head is a bit fuzzy, they know that they are the cause of their own pain, and they don't like that at all. if they've regressed after self harming, it's common to find them curled up on aether's lap in the common room (in front of the nice, warm fire), hugging them tightly while their cuddle buddy strokes his fingers through their hair as they do their best to calm down.

although, sometimes, if their headspace is bad enough before regressing, that craving for hurt will carry over into their regression. they don't ever do anything about it though apart from curl up even tighter in aether's lap and hug him with more ferocity as they sob and whine into his chest (but perhaps the only reason they haven't self harmed while regressed yet is because they can't quite coordinate their hands to do their bidding).

dewdrop on the other hand... (ohh i've thought about him so much, i'm not sure i can even remember everything i want to say !!)

i like to think that a lot of the time dew regresses is because something in his head pulls the emergency alarm to shut down his brain in whatever way it can. he doesn't necessarily become distressed from the pain that comes after self harming while regressed because a lot of the time, he barely ever reaches that stage without regressing first. his brain recognises his thought processes as dangerous and shuts him down until he's small enough that theoretically he can't do anything about it. but has that ever stopped him ? well... not really.

there are times where he self harms and regresses due to the specific type of pain it brings, and there are times when he self harms and doesn't regress afterwards at all. but in my mind, most of the times he self harms are when he's regressed. yes his brain flicks that switch to keep him safe, but by the time it's been registered in his head that he isn't safe, he's too far down that line of thinking to stop it. of course, when he's regressed, he can't ever self harm to the extent he can when he isn't, which brings around all sorts of feelings of uselessness that, unfortunately, keep the cycle going. it's not that he doesn't get freaked out by the pain simply because he inflicts it on himself when he's regressed though, not at all. something that happens quite often is that dew will regress to a toddler or small child, self harm, and then regress even smaller from the distress it causes him (on some notable occasions, he's even been sent spiralling into a pet regressed headspace rather than an age regressed one in his head's frantic attempt to keep him safe after he's managed some particularly bad self harm (kitty dew, my beloved)). this is partially because he knows he's not supposed to be doing this while he's regressed, he's not supposed to have a craving for self-inflicted pain (he is, quite literally, just a lil guy) but he can't ever find ways to stop himself and it worries him a lot. he gets very scared and lost in his head when he's like this, so the pack have to keep an especially close eye on him and keep him extra safe as much as they can.

aaaaand i think that's about it :0 thank you again for your ask, anon. i'm very happy to be given an excuse to talk about it. if anyone has any questions of a similar vein, please feel free to drop them in my ask box, i could talk about this particular topic for days and not get tired of it :')

#ask box #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #nameless ghoul headcanons #regressed ghouls #husband headcanons #tw: self harm

[lets-try-some-writing]

Any dance headcanons for Autobots, Decepticons, or/and Cybertron?

I refuse to believe that cybertron didn’t have any dances before the war (I mean just look at how excited Bee was in TFP). Maybe just durning the war they didn’t use dancing as much? Less time to sway when you could be resting or planning for the next attack.

Oooh! A lore idea! I always love making up random lore for my fav battle bots.

Dancing Before the War

The idea of dancing before the war was just as divided and varied as music was. Every subculture had their own ideas in regards to what counted as dancing and what was acceptable. Not to mention dancing capability also varied drastically depending on what frame type a bot possessed.

Nobles as a general rule, did not dance, at least publicly. They would more often than not hire other bots to dance for their entertainment instead. If they did dance it was a slow and very traditional affair, often little more than a soft swaying and shuffle of pedes so as to not damage their expensive and over the top attire. Priests only danced when a ritual required it, save for the odd occasion where the a rouge priest found themselves dancing among the masses at a bar. Mecha in the big cities also tended to not dance much openly as it was often frowned upon as a waste of time and energy.

Of course while most city bots kept to this unspoken rule, there were exceptions and workarounds. Middle caste bots in the cities did dance, but much like their singing, it was kept as under the radar as possible so as to not attract unnecessary attention from uppity nobles. The data caste bots like the Archivists used their cables as their dancing proxies, weaving them into intricate patterns and swaying them to the beat of whatever music was within listening range. Those that didn't have cables danced as they walked, nothing particularly showy, just a subtle shift of the hips and a bit of a bob to their steps, perhaps even performing a gentle twirl if there weren't too many watching optics. A few braver sparks even went so far as to dance with a partner, catching and twirling around each other passing data pads back and forth in an elegant dance disguised as a simple helping hand.

Law enforcers and other high performance units in the cities had a similar way of going about things. They did not dance for enjoyment purposes, but merely because they more often than not had far too much energy for their own good and could not afford to take it out on a civilian during work. If they were unable to exercise to expel the excess energy, they would dance, albeit in such a strange way that it was hardly seen as a dance at all. To others it looked like a showdown as two bots of the civil service caste stared each other down with plating or other kibble flared. The two bots would circle one another, and then in a flash break into what looked to be a fight, with blades drawn and clashing in a spray of sparks. However neither bot ever got hurt, they simply weaved between the other, clashing occasionally and evading the attacks of their partner in a strange yet elegant display.

Medics did not dance while on the clock, too much was often at stake for them to risk it. But when off the clock, the medics were wild. Breakdancing to blow off steam from a long day in the ER was common. The medics and other medical caste bots had whole areas sectioned off in the shadier parts of the city specifically for them where they would go, get high as a kite, and configure their frames in the most absurd ways until they dropped. Racing models and minibots weren't much better, with both performing their dances in their alt-modes. The racing models would create high stake dances through their highly dangerous stunts where they drove around one another always trying to one up the others around them with their skills in driving. Minibots would dance like ballerinas after combining to try and prove their superiority in coordination with varying degrees of success.

Fliers, to the surprise of no bot, also did their dances in alt-mode. Their dances were entirely aerial and unlike most city bots, they did not give one bolt about what the nobles thought. The dances of the flight frames were always important and had meaning, their dances a sign of unions, friendships, love, understanding, or even hatred toward another. They never danced while in root mode, that would be wrong on every level, but in the skies? Different story.

As for the low caste bots, dancing wasn't really a priority since surviving was higher up on the list of important things to do. But they did have their own version of dancing that they would engage in when times allowed. Miners would "dance" in unison, swinging their picks and their frames in time while the mecha carrying energon to the surface marched in step, sometimes skipping and swaying as they did so to add variety to the dance. Gladiators had a much less sophisticated version of the dancing civil service caste bots did. In many cases, grace was thrown out the window and strength was the priority. The dances were a way for the gladiators to practice exaggerating their attacks for the audience, and while they were not fond of the arena, they did like the dance. There was a certain thrill from pushing a partner back with well placed swings and appealing movements that could come from nowhere else.

Other servant caste bots had their own unique ways of going about dancing, but those in the red light districts, the underbelly of society had no real rules. Dancing was dancing and anyone who said otherwise was free to go frag off in most of the red light districts. Most of the dancing was more... erotic in nature when it came to bots blessed with more appealing frames, but they weren't really blamed for it, any extra credits, no matter the source, were welcomed. Other more energetic bots partook of breakdancing similar to what the medics and middle caste racers did. However instead of trying to impress with their ability to contort into the oddest of shapes or make their competitors eat dust in a match of speed and agility, they mostly just tried to do the most exhausting activities possible. Reconfiguring their frames to bend in ways they really shouldn't or performing ridiculous acts of painstaking skill in regards to bodily control was normal. The bot to drop or be unable to mimic the other was the "loser" of the dance.

Mecha out in the small villages and outposts had no set dance, they just moved as they wanted. Often it looked like some kind of devil worship from a distance but in reality it was just the town bots having a good time going wild around a bonfire or something of the like. The wandering types and the odd village also had a rather complex form of tap dancing that they did without city standards of sophistication to weight them down. It was honestly impressive to watch a while community tap dance in near perfect sync, creating a wonderful symphony when combined with their singing.

Sparklings also tended to dance during their early years as a way to get used to their frames and improve mobility. It was nothing pretty, no far from it. If anything it tended to look more like a funky attempt at squats or ridiculous limb flailing. Still it was adorable and sparkling dances only became more complex with age, generally topping out with small packs of sparklings swaying to music together or holding servos and jumping around together. After around a vorn or two of age, dancing for sparklings quieted and became reserved for close friends and family. And by the time a sparkling became a youngling, most of the intrinsic desire to dance that came from their sparkling coding faded. But sometimes a group of younglings could be seen rapidly flailing around in a manner only slightly more composed than their dances from their younger years. But it got the excess energy out of their systems and that was the important part.

Dancing During the War

Simply put, it did not happen at all save for a few odd outliers. The Decepticons only danced when times allowed it, usually after a victory or during a ceasefire. But due to the increadible culture difference between most mecha among the Decepticon ranks, dancing eventually became a point of controversy. With so much history and emotion tied to each form of dancing, no bot was able to really get along. In the end the Deceptions tended to dance with close comrades in a more private setting if at all. Although there were a few like Starscream and his trine who effectively said "frag you" and danced in front of the whole army with no regard for how the others felt about it.

The Autobots, with the situation always being so grim, straight up did NOT dance. As much as it hurt to not do so, dancing, much like singing, was reserved for special occasions to limit the possibility of the troops being exhausted should an attack be launched. They only danced after great victories or when things were simply so grim that there was no other way to improve morale. And despite the great culture differences, the Autobots figured out how to make it all work. In the end most dance events turned into a melting pot of dozens of cultures combined into what could have looked rather lovely if it were organized even a little bit.

Thoughts on Human Dances

As a whole, the bots have come to the consensus that human dances while interesting, are a lot like their music, dull. While there are a few obscure dances that the bots find enjoyable to see performed by humans, more often than not they are not all that impressed with the human dances simply because they don't understand it. Cybertronains put in increadible effort to configure their frames down to the cable to dance correctly, whereas from a distance it looks like the humans are just flailing like sparklings.

As such Optimus finds most attempts at dancing by the humans cute, his dad mind unable to see anything other than the adorable attempts at dancing by small organic sparklings. Ratchet only cares about the practical application and how the human body is even able to move in such odd ways. Arcee doesn't care at all. Bulkhead and Wheeljack were momentarily interested in a few odd dances from random countries but mostly don't care either. Ultra Magnus didn't even bother to learn about human dances as it had no affect on him or the team's success. And Bumblebee and Smokescreen tried to copy some of the dances before finding themselves disappointed with the ease of the dances and moving on. Although they did make a valiant effort to try and teach the children how a dance should really be done (by Cybertronian standards of course).

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #transformers ideas #lore #yeeeee #more loooore #team prime #cybertronian culture #pre war cybertron #such a neat idea really