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#so idk maybe people have always been like this and its just usually behind me
marklikely · 9 months
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did people forget how to act at the movies and i just didn't notice bc i never went to showings this full or
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monamourbladie · 8 months
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AHH OKAY SO.. this feels so weird typing out but IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE CAN YOU WRITE LIKE PROTECTIVE/POSSESSIVE DAN HENG IL? idk how to describe it aaa like.. id imagine because he is a vidyadhara, they stay with their lovers for life, so he's be like very protective over his lover. maybe smut but its up to you!!!!!!!
Possessive Dan Heng/IL head canons
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okay firstly i wanna say i was sitting on this ask for days bc i was trying to think of a possible plot but I couldn’t:( so i’m just gonna do some head cannons, i hope you don’t mind! I’ll be including some nsfw ones at the end too don’t worry :)) and thank u for being my first request on this blog hehe~
Dan Heng:
alright, so Dan is a very reserved and kept to himself kinda guy as we can see on the Express. he doesn’t show his emotions a lot and he’s kind of hard to read
you’re one of the few people that can read him like a book due to how close you guys are and how much he trusts you. like, even MARCH couldn’t get him to open up as much as he does with you
so when he’s upset, you just know. like it’s so obvious to you and you alone lol
so let’s say you’re out in Belobog and he’s speaking with March & Stelle when some guy comes up to you and starts chatting with you
initially he wouldn’t think much of it until he starts hearing laughter from you, and then all his attention is on you and him. like, why are you laughing at his jokes? what’s he even doing talking to you??
he’d just kind of keep his distance and just watch. nobody else really understands what he’s doing, but you can immediately recognize the coldness in his eyes as he’s glaring daggers at the man.
eventually he’d have enough when he notices him starting to touch your arm and he immediately walks over, keeping a calm & collected stature
“y/n! there you are, i was wondering where you ran off to.” he’s walk up behind you and wrap his arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close against him.
your cheeks would flush and you’d immediately lean into him, feeling better now that he’s here and can scare the guy off. “i was just waiting for our drinks.”
“and speaking with me. i was offering to give her a tour around Belobog, since she’s new,” the man said with a smile to her. dan’s grip would tighten around your waist and he’s grit his teeth.
your drink would be called and he’d move away for just a moment - (it helped that you were waiting by the counter, anyway) and grabbed your drinks for you, handing you one and kissing your forehead as he did so, “that’s sweet, but we already have a tour guide. let’s go.”
he’d grab your hand and fast walk you away, his heart almost aching from the exchange.
you always understood how sensitive he is about you dating him, since he’s been so heavily traumatized by his previous marriage in his past life. any scenario where you could leave him in any way terrifies him more than he wants to admit.
“was that supposed to be intimidating?” march would comment with a giggle as they walked over. dan simply sighed as he handed march her drink, “leave it, march.”
you’d look up at him with a soft smile and tilt his face to look down at you. you’d grin and kiss his lips longingly, “don’t worry, sweetheart. i was just being nice and keeping conversation.”
this eased his mind greatly - it’s not like he doesn’t trust you, he’s just extremely insecure and fearful about losing his loved ones, even to a random stranger in a planet they have no plans to stay on.
back at the hotel when you’re alone though? that’s another story. he doesn’t feel the need to keep his usual reserved facade up, and you know that.
the moment the door is shut, he’s immediately behind you, his arms trailing up yours as he peppers kisses up the back of your neck, “i hated seeing him speak with you, you know that?” he’d mutter against your skin.
you’d hum and close your eyes as you leaned into his touch, knowing this was going to be a pleasantly long night. “were you jealous, baby?” you’d playfully tease him.
he’d let out a low growl against your skin as his grip on you tightened, moving you in his arms so you’re pressing your chest against his own. he leaned down and started to kiss against your jawline up to your ear, “i don’t get jealous. i get protective.”
“you’re so jealous,” you’d giggle, moving your head so you could kiss his lips instead. he’d kiss you back harshly to immediately shut you up, beginning to walk the two of you slowly over to the bed as you’d kiss
he’d pin you down against the bed quickly, his kisses getting more feverish as his hands start exploring your body, “that’s enough out of you. you’re my girl.”
you’d squirm under his touch in enjoyment, cheeks flushing red from being called his girl. you loved when you got him to act all touchy, especially when he was riled up like this.
he would absolutely tease you all throughout the night just to get you so riled up that you’d just be panting and begging for him to finally let you have your release.
he’d click his tongue and lean in against your ear, his fingers teasing you unbearably slowly as you squirmed. he wouldn’t let you have your release until you cried out that you were his and only his, reaffirming him in the best way.
he’d lean down and kiss you heatedly as he pumped his fingers quickly to push you over the edge, “good girl, that’s right… you belong to me, no one else…”
youd cry out as he helped you through your high, “o-only yours, dan… f-fuck…”
there was literally nothing he adored more than seeing you a sobbing, moaning mess all because of him. part of you wondered if you should get him possessive more often if he would treat you so nicely afterwards…
Imbibitor Lunae:
if you thought dan heng was closed off and reserved, dan feng was another level. we all know everyone described him as cold and uncaring, but when it came to you? he was a total opposite and an absolute sweetheart.
he had his moments of being a typical brooding dragon, but the love he has for you is so immense that it outweighed every once of coldness in his heart and actions
it honestly surprised most of the quintet when he announced that you two started dating, because out of everyone they expected to actually get a girlfriend the high elder himself was last on the list — let alone a short life species such as yourself.
dan feng does not like showing any ounce of PDA in public by any means. in the public eye, he only would have his arm around you if you were walking around, or occasionally held your hand. he would never kiss you if he knew a lot of people would be seeing it
at least that’s how he acted early on in your relationship. this lead to most people thinking you were single, so it was not uncommon that you would have guys flirt with you right in front of him.
the first time dan feng noticed a drunk guy coming into you hardcore, it made his blood boil. unlike dan heng, dan feng was totally cool with showing off his angry side.
he immediately stormed right up and got between the two of you, resting his hand against your chest and glaring at the man, “i think it’s best if you leave.”
the man scoffed as he crossed his arms, “actually, it would be best if you left. i was having a great time with her.”
dan felt his blood boil and he glared at him, “that’s my fiancée, and i suggest you get away from her immediately.”
“or what?” the man spat back. “for being her fiancé, you certainly don’t act like one.” without thinking, dan shoved the man against the wall, his arm pressed firmly over his chest, “you have some nerve to speak to your High Elder in such a way. I told you — stay away from her. you should be thankful i’m not throwing you into the Shackling Prison for being an ass.”
the man’s eyes widened as he started sobering up enough to realize how badly he fucked up. he squeaked and nodded furiously, “i-i’m so sorry, your highness! it won’t happen again!”
he’d step back and let him run off quickly. turning back to you he saw your cheeks burning red with embarrassment, and his demeanor immediately changed back to stoic. he approached you and began to walk away with you, his hand wrapped around your waist, “i believe i owe you an apology. i didn’t realize i wasn’t acting as much of a fiancé as I thought i was.”
and ever since that day, he made sure he always had his arm around you in some way, and made it very, very clear that you were his fiancée.
he’d pretty much be the same as dan heng, except way more passionate and dominating about it. he’s not afraid to entirely let his guard down in private with you, especially about anything sexual, so absolutely be prepared for a long, pleasure filled night
he’d be very dominate but definitely a pleasure dom … most of the time lol, other times he’d just be absolutely rough with you if he was really, really feeling jealous or possessive
he would not be afraid to leave a lot of marks - it made him proud that others would absolutely know you’re taken just by one glance at your neck, and he wasn’t ashamed of it, either. he knew he fucked up early on, and he made sure to always make up for it, especially in bed
and yes — part of the reason why he’s so protective over you is because you are a short life species. it absolutely destroys him that while you will grow old and spend the rest of your life with him, he cannot share the same blessing with you, and he absolutely hates himself for it. it’s not fair.
that’s why any time anyone tried anything with you, he’d get so angry over it because how dare they flirt with his one and only?
he also gave 0 fucks that some vidyadharans did not approve of you, in fact he loves to flaunt it in their faces now and kiss you at public events when he hears people murmur about the high elder and his “short-life woman.”
moral of the story, don’t fuck with the high elder’s woman or you’re a dead man
i hope this is what u had in mind alenfhehddhhd thank you for the request 🫶🏻
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spncvr · 2 months
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waiting room | s. reid
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summary: spencer can't seem to escape the girl in the waiting room
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of reid's addiction & tobias hankel, mentions of kidnapping and mass shootings (in, like, a joking way??) my terrible, terrible humour, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE LMAO, this is deffo terrible, pls tell me if i missed anything!!
a/n: ok idk if i wanna continue this and make it a series so lmk lol (also im on writers block so i literally can't come up with SHIT)
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SPENCER REID WAS a pessimist.
At least, that’s what he’d call himself. His colleague, Derek Morgan would most likely (and by most likely, he means, definitely already has) call him an overanalysing introvert. But in Spencer’s defense, there has never really been a good reason to go out and “live your life”. Consider this:
Go to the new coffee shop? Mass shooting.
Go to the mall? A child gets abducted.
Leave the apartment for a short while? A stalker finds out where he lives, kidnaps him in his sleep, and, in a nightmarish turn, auctions off his organs to the bidder in the black market.
Besides, his life isn’t some John Green book. There were no life-affirming adventures or poetic moments of self-discovery awaiting him. Carpe diem? A fanciful notion for others, but for him, not so much. Sorry, Mr. Keating.
Yet life—or more accurately, bureau protocol— had its own plans. Ever since the Tobias Hankel incident, a visit to the psychologist wasn’t just a request but rather (unfortunately for him) an order. Which meant, he’d have to risk his entire life to get up and walk for ten whole minutes just to sit and wait, in this glaringly bright waiting room, when he could have stayed at home and read the new books he’d gotten from his team as a get-well gift.
Speaking of which, why the gifts? He was fine. Physically, at least. But really, when have you ever seen get-well-soon cards in an asylum? Well, alright, maybe he was being a little bit dramatic. A visit to the psychologist doesn’t mean he’ll be institutionalised—but then again, Spencer Reid was never one to wear rose-tinted glasses. 
This is his third time in the waiting room, and she’s always there. He isn’t sure as to why she is, because, well, unlike himself, she was very clearly an optimist—and at least, from the looks of it, she hasn’t been kidnapped and drugged in the past month. But she's sitting there again, in the exact same chair for the past three weeks, along with a beacon of smiles where joy usually fears to trend. Maybe, he isn't as good of a profiler as he’d like to think he is.
“Dr. Reid?” the call of his name rips him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see the same kind woman he’s seen the past three weeks—not the one in the waiting room, no, he means his therapist.
Dr. Brown was easy to profile: She wore heels to make herself look taller, and she hated wearing glasses, apparent by how she would continuously place them atop her head instead of her nose. Her teeth were abnormally perfect, which meant, she’d had to wear braces when she was younger—which (from his humbling experience) means she wasn’t exactly the most popular at school. Perhaps, psychology felt appealing to her because she could help people like her. 
“How are you?” she asks, her pen clicking.
Usually, he’d offer her a meek shrug. The kind that could win awards for its commitment to non-commitment. Besides, he’s not one to talk about how he feels—there isn’t much to say, anyway. And let’s face it,  “How are you?” in the grand tapestry of human interaction is almost as genuine as a three-dollar bill. And, get this, the average person asks “How are you?” 6,739 times a year but only listens to the answer about half the time—well, okay, maybe those numbers might have been fabricated, but isn’t the sincerity behind the question also made up? But instead of telling her all this, he remembers what Hotch had told him, one, two, three weeks ago: that he ought to cooperate with Dr. Brown or the board won’t be happy. So, he kisses his teeth before he says:
“Fine. I’m fine.”
And the session went on.
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PLS TELL ME IF I SHLD CONTIUE OR NOT LOLOLOL spam my inbox with ideas I BEG.
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yxami · 1 year
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Wanted to write about an obsessive incubus so why not. I think I’ll write abt him more he’s cool.
GN reader, obsessive incubus idk
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Akira was a popular fellow, always being tagged along by photographers and snuck into your store trying to hide from them. He was popular because he was so captivating, his modeling career was at its peak and it’s been like that for a good time now. The two of you met a month ago when he ran into your shop trying to hide from photographers just like now.
He did love being admired but sometimes he didn’t feel like standing in the heat talking to people who could snap unattractive photos of him. He was very serious about his image. He was nice and charming to everyone. With you, he was the same and slightly more comfortable with you.
The both of you happen to run in a few times with his little escape from the press. He would always come in with an apologetic smile and do the usual routine of hiding behind you or in the break room. He was lucky you owned the shop or else he would’ve been kicked out like any other person. He usually didn’t get any special treatment from you even if he was an idol. And a model with the modeling gigs he did.
Another day of him coming in, this time he wasn’t being chased down by paparazzi. “Hey! Look I made it without being chased by running cameras” He gave you a toothy grin, his two fangs popping out. You always found them cool looking.
“Good job, maybe you’ll find somewhere else to run in instead of my store. You’re lucky I’m closed right now. I was thinking about locking the door but I didn’t end up doing it.”
“Aw, good thing you didn’t. Can you make me a coffee pretty please?” His eyes having a begging look to them, trying to convince you.
You rolled your eyes at his attempt and made his regular sweet coffee. You caught a glimpse of his outfit and thought it looked cute. He saw you glance upon his outfit and took it as an opportunity to show you.
“Do ya like It? I got it in a new fashion store downtown, it’s so cute right?” He looked at you waiting for your approval that you were unaware he so desperately needed.
If you found the outfit ugly he would’ve taken it off and thrown it away as soon as he got home. Didn’t matter how much it cost, he just wanted you to like it.
“Looks cute, I like the baggy look on you.” You complimented. You took the mug that was now filled with coffee. The strong aroma of coffee beans hit the both of your noses.
He was relieved you liked it. It was always hard finding out what type of guy you liked. You never really talked about your type.
You poured in his coffee creamer and decided to make a complimentary heart with it. You knew he was practically gonna burst when he saw it which you thought was funny whenever you gave him things.
You handed it to him over the counter and his eyes dilated so much you thought they looked like two pieces of boba shaped hearts rather than a set of human eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh and he looked up at you embarrassed.
“Thanks, I really like it” He sort of muttered. He took a sip and he had cream right above his lips. You leaned over the counter and signaled him to come close. He set his coffee down and was expecting you to whisper something in his ear.
You wiped it away with your thumb. You thought above teasing him another way as well but decided not to, seeing his red ears.
“thanks” He said nervously. You touched him. He’s not even sure why he’s so tense, or why his heart seems to be beating at an unhealthy rate. His shaky hands brought the white mug to his lips and sipped more of the delicious coffee you made.
He’s bewildered on why he can’t handle your touch. He’s acting like virgin touching a girl for the first time. He almost let his horns and tail appear because he was caught off guard. It’s like he can’t be around you without embarrassing himself. You seemed to find it funny so he was happy.
“So, what are you getting chased about this time? Another model scandal? Or is it perhaps about another song of yours?” You said while going to the front of the store to pull the blinds down and lock the door now that you had the time.
“Uhm.. it’s just about a song I just released. Have you heard it yet?” He cracked a nervous smile at you.
“Ah! no …” You were about to say you did but you recalled you hadn’t because you were too busy with the shop which is what you said. You decided on sitting down in front of him.
“That’s okay! You don’t have to listen to my stupid songs” He seemed to beat himself about the fact he wasn’t good enough for you to make time in your day to listen to him.
“I’ll listen to it when I get home! I promise” You put out your pinkie for his as well. He cheers up and let’s out a giggle before interlocking his pinkie with yours.
“Thanks, I appreciate it” He flashes an endearing smile before getting up.
“Well, I have to go, see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah! I’ll be open longer in the night so feel free to pop in”
“I’ll do my best!” He dramatically salutes you like a solider before unlocking and opening the door to see a bunch of flashing lights in his face.
Shit
He slams the glass door immediately.
You thought he was going to break it with the brute force he used. You groaned getting up and locking the door. You weren’t scared to come up to the window because you had already set the blinds down so you didn’t have to worry about a stupid scandal.
You signal him to go to the back room where regular employees were supposed to be. You decided on indulging in his little career of hiding from paparazzi today. Just because you were feeling nice.
He sat down in your office chair that was sat in-front of paper work that you had to do soon. It seemed like the both of you were gonna be there for awhile so you decided to work on those papers.
You sat down on his lap and took a pen out from the drawer, obviously getting ready to finish paper work.
Akira was dumb struck at the fact that YOU were sitting in HIS lap??! He must’ve been blessed by all the gods in the universe.
Why did you randomly sit on his lap? You could’ve asked him to move? Did you like him? His inner thoughts kept running as if they were a little hamster in a wheel.
In reality, there was no other chairs for him to sit on nor you since he decided on taking your chair. So you just sat on his lap, sure it wasn’t appropriate but who cares.
Cameras were off and you controlled them anyways. Plus, it’s not like he was an employee of yours , he was just a friend!
If Akira was a regular person, he would’ve lasted longer, but this was an infatuated incubus we’re talking about. His horns and tail appeared as soon as your thighs touched his and when his realization kicked in, so did his hormones.
What was he supposed to do? His tail wagging at a speed that only a car could go; it kept poking at your waist on accident. You got annoyed of this quickly and grabbed it.
“Can you stop poking at my waist, what do you want?” You looked at the hand that was definitely not a hand, what the fuck was that?
Instead of a hand, it was a tail? Shaped like a heart at the end with a slender base. You shifted yourself and saw his horns and heart shaped eyes. What the hell were you sitting on cause he was NOT a human.
Instead of freaking out and running away. You just kinda looked at him with a confused and annoyed face.
“W-waitwaitwait I know this looks fucking weird but I swear I’m not satan or anything. I’m a…”
“A… what?” You stared more intensely than before. You could tell it made him even more nervous, bulge under you even throbbing more than before.
“A incubus! I’m an incubus!” He quickly said.
“Yeah…. Okay” You squinted, basically glaring with suspicion. You reached and grabbed your phone.
“Mkay, nine.. one.. one..” you whispered.
“Hey hey hey!!! Are you trying to get me arrested or something???” he snatched the phone away from you, pouting.
“Yeah, im putting you in a mental asylum because you’re going crazy, you think you’re some type of demon.”
“I’m a real demon! Don’t you see my horns and tail?” He directed at them, in disbelief that you did not believe him one bit.
You tugged on his tail which earned you a loud moan in the ear. Along with another throb onto the compressed bulge that was being sandwiched in between your thighs. Somehow??? The zipper had unzipped and his boxers could hardly contain the cock that so desperately begged to be let out. You felt like that had to with his interference.
“So it’s actually attached to you?” Still ignoring the raging hard on. You’d discuss about it after the incubus shit.
“yeah! I told you” He practically whimpered his answer; rubbing the part of his tail that you had yanked without thought.
“Sorry, I just wanted to actually see if you were fucking with me or not”
“It’s whatever, It’s a shitty time to find out anyways. I was gonna tell you when I decided it was right” Akira fiddled with his fingers, clearly nervous.
“So, now that we’re done with the incubus talk, never thought I’d say that, what the hell is with unmentioned bulge that’s poking in between my legs???” You point and the horrified embarrassed face he shows, makes you believe he had no clue at all. If he did, he wouldn’t have so sheepishly press it back into his pants, zipping it up as well.
You were unsure about this whole situation, you hadn’t even believe in those sort of demons, but you decided to try and be calm of everything. You didn’t want to be rude after all, he was a friend.
You got off his lap and walked to the front of the store. You moved a blind to see if any paparazzi were still there.
He was very saddened to feel the warm presence of your body leaving quickly after everything was spoken about. He wished you had stayed even a little bit longer.
“It’s clear, are you ready to go?” You yelled at him from across the store. He got up, meeting up with you at the door and looked like he didn’t wanted to leave.
“Yeah.. I suppose” he sighed.
“What? Do you want me to keep you in my store forever?”
“Yeah! You’ll really let me stay??” His tail wagging at the same pace his excited tone showed.
“No”
“Awh..”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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joenotexotic99 · 3 months
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Idk if you're still making this, but I want to let you know that we're waiting for BoB Lovetropes p2. My suggestions: Toye, Eugene, Malarkey, Guarnere, Luz, Sobel. Hope you're doing okay <3
A/n: I've been dealing with some stuff lately and now finally have a little time to catch up on old stuff. I also want to apologize anon I couldn't bring myself to soble. Sorry couldn't do it.
-Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of language, got wayyy to carried away with malarkey’s, oops. Might have to turn that into its own thing, if it's not already. Luz is slightly spicy, nothing crazy but you cant miss it.-
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Joe Toye
-grumpy vs sunshine trope. Omggggg, the idea of this has me kicking my feet and giggling. Joe Toye is rough around the edges, tough skin. You on the other hand have always been the positive one, keeping the people around you spirits high. Being an optimist of sorts. Maybe not cheerful but you could definitely make someone's day. Yet behind his grumpy facade, he can't help but notice your unwavering optimism. He wasn't opposed to love; he just never expected to be swept off his feet so quickly by one person. Your personality was anything but the same. Never in a million years did he think he was going to fall in love with a bright and shiny person, which was the exact reason why he loved you so much. You two were like night and day. You were the beacon of light in all the darkness. I feel like Toye would also be super protective over you. Kinda the same vibe as liebgott. But that's for another time. 
“Is that a smile I see on your face toye?” “I'm one lucky bastard you realize that?”
Eugene roe
-office romance/forced proximity. I didn't exactly know what to call this one. Both you and roe are easy company medics. Gene from the start, harbord a crush on you. And mean big time crush. Thinking about you he got butterflies in his stomach. You both spent significant time together. Typically the only times you were separated is when you were attending to fellow paratroopers. Bastogne was a turning point. You were in a jeep headed to the church, your hand and a cloth being the soul thing keeping a man alive. You almost made it before the church burst into flames. When Gene heard what happened he got the first ride possible to bastogne. When he saw you, hand now on a clearly dead man, he took you into his arms. He brought you back to the Adrennes forest. As usual you spent the night in genes fox hole the only difference was you both saw what was right in front of you for the first time and kissed. It wasn't until Austria where he gave you a promise ring where he promised to spend and devote the rest of his life with you.
“you make me the happiest man you know that y/n?”
“Tell me that again at our wedding”
Donald Malarkey 
-friends to lovers? Maybe a sprinkle of enemies to lovers?? I don't know but here me out. So you join the paratroopers as a female, the reason you got in was from connections in the army. Seeing how even if you are the most talented female there is, it's still the 40s here. I wouldn't think that the Toccoa men would flat out bully you, but would more just not believe in you. Probably leave you out of a lot of things. Kind of just pretend you weren't there. But not malarkey. He saw something in you that the rest didn't. Honestly he was shocked to see how they treated you. You were the best paratrooper there was in this company. You stood your ground. You met and exceeded in all categories. Passed each test with flying colors. You also were able to do it with the most incredible smile. As much as you disliked it, he stood up for you. Complimented and congratulated you when you did well. You really liked him. He was cute, kind, and not a douche wad. But sadly, most guys here if they weren't mean, they were trying to get Into your pants. As much as you wouldn't mind that with malarkey, you weren't here for that. One day in Aldbourne England you had enough. You weren't going to get swooned into bed and he had to know it. When you had a spare moment you grabbed him and pulled him aside and told him to stop. He was bewildered that this is how you perceived him. He explained to you that was not his intention. You could hear the sincerity of his voice. He meant it. This was the start of your friendship. You both were like a thing but not? Kinda a situationship. But it wasn't official until Haguenau. The effects of war painted across your faces. In one of the houses you laid in one of the beds, trying for the hundredth time to get some rest to no avail. He came and found you. There was little and a lot to say. Instead he kissed you. The past two years of friendship melted instantly into a lifetime of love. 
“god i've wanted you to do that for a long time”
“What happened to ‘I'm not here for a relationship’?”
“shut the fuck up and kiss me again would ya”
William Guarnere
-Enemies to lovers. Come on, this is so perfect. Guarnere is a natural bully. He bullies everybody all the time, but you? He loves bullying you. He always has an insult special for you up his sleeve. However, that's a lie. He hates it to his core. You are the sweetest person ever. All he wants to do is not bully you. He's somewhere in the middle of liebgott and Speers. He doesn't want to be seen as weak. He has this demnor he feels the need to uphold and that everybody around him expects. Not some ooey gooey man. Even though if he could he'd probably worship you. You were perfect in his eyes. He hates himself more and more but the more he digs himself into this hole the harder it is for him to get out. He finally cracks when someone else makes a particular mean stab at you one day at a bar in holland. He can hate himself all he fucking wants for bullying you. But somebody else is doing it? Hurting you? Not going to happen. He breaks his nose, jaw, maybe a rib or two, black eye and busted lip, all before he could get ripped off this guy. You get wind of this later. Within minutes you're confronting him. Before he shuts you up with a kiss.
“I thought you hated me”
“Hate you? No, For fuckes sake sweetheart, I'm in love with you”
George Luz
-meet cute. You originally met just before you signed up to be paratroopers. And I mean just before. You were getting blood work done to test how fit you were to fight.  As you waited in the lobby to fill out paperwork, you went to reach for your pen. That's when you realized it wasn't there. It just so happens that a very cute guy next to you had an extra with him. You quickly filled the paper and exchanged names and conversations. On the way home you couldn't get him out of your head. So couldn't he. Later when you were assigned to easy company you found the one and only George luz. The same extremely handsome guy at the clinic. He immediately recognized you. How could he not? Your face and laugh had been at the front of his thoughts a lot lately. You tried to keep both of your composure during Toccoa seeing how you didn't want to get into any trouble. But that all fell apart after one weekend with a pass and some alcohol. Kisses were shared, clothes were shed and hands roamed. After that night you made it official. Luz also started writing his vows.
“you know I've never felt this way before”
“What the sex or me? Because If it wasn't the sex let me know so we can go again”
“both luz, but I can't turn that offer down now can I”
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7x05 Eddie Spec (Claw arm call)
A lot of people have been talking about the promo and Buck's date (rightly, because !!!) but I haven't seen anyone talking about the rest of the promo with the dude with the claw hand being a speaker at a convention talking about "the secret to self-control" with the sign "I'm the boss of me" behind him, while his hand seemingly takes on a life on its own and tries to hurt him.
Given how we know this episode is gonna have a huge Eddie plot and will likely be Eddie-centric if not feature him heavily, and calls are usually supposed to reflect whatever is going on in the character's personal lives, I can't help but feel like this "self-control" convention is pretty interesting to see in relation to an episode where Eddie's going to be struggling with his relationship with Marisol (and maybe his sexuality subtextually).
Eddie and "self-control" have already had a tumultuous relationship over the course of the whole time he's been on the show. A lot of Eddie's personality is very restrictive, not allowing himself certain things either because he doesn't think he deserves it, or because he would rather sacrifice his own wants and needs in order to prioritize someone else's (usually Christopher's). Eddie's irrational need to always be in control of himself (hence why he was so in denial about his panic attacks) has caused him many many issues over the years, and while he's definitely started unpacking a lot of it, especially in regards to his military service and his relationship with his dad, he hasn't really done so in regards to his relationships, and I think that's on purpose.
"Self-control" is also "self-denial" which is also in the same vein as "repression" and I just can't help but feel like this call will likely mirror Eddie, in that the "hand that suddenly has a life of its own" and is now coming back to hurt the man, is a reflection of something within Eddie that he's tried desperately to control before, but will now take on a life of its own. When you deny yourself something, it's usually denying a desire of some kind. And I think that it's time that Eddie's desires that he's been so desperately trying to keep under lock and key for years will finally take on a life of their own, and the more Eddie desperately tries to wrangle it back inside, to shut it up, to stifle it, to deny it, the harder it will fight back and the worse it will hurt him in the process.
My prediction for that call is the second that man finally stops trying to control his arm will be the second he's free of whatever is "possessing" it. Because in actuality, the arm isn't being possessed, it doesn't have a life of its own (it may or may not be something medical idk but my guess is still that it's likely something psychological). The man's arm is a part of him. Just like Eddie's sexuality is a part of him. And Eddie can only find harmony in himself, and stop hurting himself by making choices he knows he doesn't actually want, when he stops trying to control the Unspoken thing inside him and lets himself be free.
I'm not saying Eddie's going to be having any big revelations in this episode, or that it's going to be resolved right away but this call will likely be a strong hint at where Eddie's story is going to go, and 7x05 will be just the start of it.
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seoliee · 4 months
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Driving Fear Into Your Heart
Word Count: 2.7k words
Pairing: X x Reader
TW: Cursing, Kidnapping, Stabbing, Yandere Tendencies (Pls read smth else if not comfortable)
A/N: I said this was inspired by X's halloween theme skin, but idk this maybe how I perceived it instead? Anyhow, lemme know y'all thoughts <3
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In a dark and hollow forest somewhere near the city. Where only fragments of moonlight shone through the small crevices of the tall trees branches and its leaves. It was eerily silent, until swaying locks of hair pass through the bushes in a haste.
A girl ran barefooted, cracking sounds of dried leaves filled her hearing, leaving a trail behind. Her complexion was pale, fear stricken and distressed. Her body felt sore and drained, it was only sheer adrenaline that made her push through.
Her feet were starting to hurt, forming small cuts and bruises on the sole. She has to stop running at some point, but she can't. Not when she's running for her life.
~*4 days ago*~
She was in the cafeteria, sitting along with her friend at their usual booth and chatting about ramdom stuff. Just like the usual. She was attentively listening when her childhood friend X, came into view along with his own fair share of group.
She found herself falling out of the conversation and instead decided to watch him from a distance. Only did her friend's voice broke her out of the trance with a small nudge.
"Don't stare at him too much or he'll melt." Her friend says teasingly, chuckling at her obvious crush at the lab nerd.
"I-I wasn't staring!" She quickly rebukes her claim, though her blood red cheeks and ear were contradicting it.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyway.." Her friend's tone suddenly became serious, which made her get a bit confused as her friend seldom becomes serious during their conversations. "Have you heard about the kidnappings that's happening near the university recently?"
She shakes her head. She's been too absorbed on finishing her research paper these past few days that she blocked out any kind of gossips or news that would distract her from concentrating. She even went as far as to cancel all her plans of hanging out with X.
"There were a total of three missing cases reported and all of them were  students of different universities near our campus."
"The authorities haven't gotten a single clue whether it's a solo or a group operation. Either way, the kidnappers are still out there so do be careful."
Her warning sent a chill down her spine, terrified that such happenings were happening near them. Those poor students, she hopes that they were at least safe and alive.
She sent her friend a reassuring smile, squeezing her hand in a comforting way. "Don't worry. I always walk home with X anyway. You should be careful too."
"Oh, I'll be fine. Besides, I'm going on a date with y'know who later..." Her friend managed to light up the mood immediately by redirecting into another topic that she knew, she would interested in.
"What?? Since when? Tell me the fucking details!" She exclaims hysterically, practically slapping her hands down on the table earning a few strange looks from the people around them. She couldn't care less though.
Alas, the final bell rang throughout the halls signaling the end of the day. Tired groans from her fellow students and a few hastily gathers up their things, wanting to leave immediately.
As for her, she's delighted to walk home with him again after for so long only to be met with disappoinment.
"Sorry, (Y/n). I promised the guys I would hang out with them afterschool so I won't be able to walk you home." X says apologetically, a troubled smile grazing his handsome features.
He could see how your bright and grinning gorgeous face warps into a look of disappointment, making him feel guilty. "I can cancel it though. I'd rather be with you anyway."
The disappointment in her face quickly turns into a sheepish smile as she shook her head for a no. "No, it's alright. I can walk home with my friend instead." She obviously can't make him cancel his plans just for her satisfaction. After all, he has a life of his own.
"You sure? I could really—"
"Hey, X! You coming or what?!" One of his friends yells from a far, having an impatient look while the others grin at him in a teasing manner as they watch the scene unfold.
"Be there in a sec!" He yells back in response, looking over his shoulders with his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He looked back at her in disbelief. "Sorry about that. I gotta go. Remember to text me once you got home, okay?"
"I will." She chuckles, fondly grinning as light pink hue flows to her cheeks. This made X's heart softened, huffing a tiny chuckle as he brush a stray hair behind her ear.
"Be safe, my little lamb."
She watches as he ran up to his friends, some of them teasing him for the little moment they had. She's glad to know he found good friends despite his peculiar personality, he meant well.
~•~
After getting off the bus, the way to her apartment was already a bit dark and somewhat silent than usual at her on time arrival at dawn. Though, that's to be expected as she's staying in a peaceful neighborhood which she should be thankful for.
The soles of her shoes clicks on the pavement on each step she makes, the soft cold breeze of air moving past her ear as chills ran down her spine. Her surroundings were dark, the only light present were from the flickering street lights and the moon above her, which she thinks added to her paranoia.
She doesn't know if it's because she isn't used to walking home alone or is there someone watching her? She swore she could feel eyes from everywhere around her.
As she turned to a corner, footsteps sudden came to light from behind. She didn't thought anything of it, as it could be a passerby or a neighbor. Thankfully, she's near to her home so she briskly walked and much to her surprise, the person behind her began to speed up.
This set off alarm bells in her head, once she could see the light from her porch. She began to ran and screamed for help. However, all hope is lost once she felt a sharp pain struck behind her head as darkness engulf her sight.
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A horrible stench whapped into her nose, as consciousness slowly seeped back into her figure. She pry her eyes open, blinking away the drowsiness as her vision clears up and able to take in her surroundings.
She's sat in the corner of a crusty room, the wallpapers were ripped and moldy. The pipes above her were leaking with merky water which where the awful stench came from. The windows in the room were boarded, as nothing but the gush of wind and crickets were heard from the outside.
She tried to move, but found it difficult as her wrists were tightly bounded together from behind to a pipe. She found it quite hard to breath because of the tight cloth on her lips. Panic fills her body as she heard heavy footsteps, and an unknown man had entered the room.
She glares at him, which made him smirk at her feistiness. He bends down to her eye level, and pats her head. "You're a pretty one, aren't you?"
His breath fans to her face, which made her feel nauseous and wants to puke at the horrible smell of alcohol and poor oral hygiene coming from him. He took off the cloth that's covering her mouth and traced his disgusting thumb across her bottom lip.
She didn't hesitate to bite down on his finger, hard enough to make him scream and recoil his hand away as blood rushes out of the bite. The man was furious and smashed the bottle of alcohol in his hand and points the severed half towards her.
"Don't fuck with me, woman. I can—" He was cut off when he heard a buzz coming from his phone. He clicked his tongue and immediately answers the phone, proceeding to leave the room.
Once he's out of sight, all the energy seeped out of her body as hot tears rushes down her cheeks. Tears trickle down to her knees, as she kept her mouth close to silent her ugly sobs. Her chest felt so tight, she's scared, deeply scared. She didn't think something like this could happen to her. Not when after being warned by her friend.
Then, she saw a faint glimmer from her peripheral vision. She looks up and saw a piece of broken glass from the bottle near her. She uses her foot to reach towards the shard and manages to push it to her side and tries her best to grab it.
Once she successfully got it, she began to slowly cut the rope, but found it to be quite thick and tough for the nibble blade.
It took her roughly 3 days before she could finally cut the rope because she was constantly interrupted by people coming in and sometimes watching over her. She felt drained as she refused to eat anything they gave her, but it didn't matter because she'll be out of her in no time.
She pushed her body up, and slowly walked up to the door, careful not to make any noise. She turns the knob and opens a small gap to peek. It was silent and there was only one man outside, and he was sleeping soundly, practically snoring.
She gently swing the door open, careful to not make it creek as she steps out of the room. She held in her breath as she began to take light steps behind the sleeping man. She sucked in her breath as the man began to turn in his sleep, rendering her still as she kept her eyes on him. Once she deemed it was safe, she continues her way to the door.
She steps out into the cold night, as a smile finally crept to her lips, tasting her freedom. Only for panic to once again surge as one of the men guarding outside saw her and calls to her, alerting the others.
She didn't think twice and ran into the dark woods. She didn't mind if twigs poked the sole of her feet, nor if she stepped on pointed pebbles. She just ran wherever she could, taking sharp turns to confuse her captors.
She could hear their voices getting farther, but she knows she shouldn't celebrate yet as the woods were hollow and wasn't sure if she's heading towards civilization or deeper in.
Her speed slow down as her adrenaline began to dissipate, she's breathless and looks around for any source of life. Much to her surprise, a hand had grabbed her wrist and instinctively she swipped her hand forcefully and elbows whoever it is.
The person grunts and moans in pain, the voice was oddly familiar. The person lights up their phone to their face, and soon she was able to make out who he was.
"You pack a mean elbow, little lamb." X smiles, chuckling despite the stinging pain on his nose. "Makes me think you didn't actually needed me."
His face quickly transforms into a scowl, looking back once he heard numerous of voices barking behind them. Without another word, he took her wrist and guided her out of the woods.
She saw his motorcycle parked by the side of the road, she hopped on and X quickly stepped onto the pedal as they drove away.
Her hands tightly hugged the small of his waist, leaning her head against his broad back as she tries to catch her breath. Her feet were in pain as well as her whole body. She couldn't stop shaking, as she cried on his back.
She felt his hand comfortably brush against hers, which sent butterflies inside her stomach flutter in ease.
"How.. did you find me?" She asks, keeping her head close to his back and listens to his faint heartbeat.
"I finally managed to track your gps using my phone and followed its location." He replies, keeping his voice low and words consise. "Sorry it took me a while. I had to first know your ips before managing to connect. Thank god, your phone is in working order too or I won't be able to track you."
His words flew into her ear, but she couldn't make sense of it as her energy began to lower that's she finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. "Thank you, X."
"No worries. After all, you know I'm always here for you." She could hear the usual smile in his voice. She finally lets herself rest and is unable to hear his next words.
"And I'm all that you need, and no one else matters, my little lamb."
A sickening and sadistic smile curls up to his lips, chuckling lowly.
~•~
X dumps a bucket full of cold water down on the unconscious person tied up to a chair infront of him. The man, jolts awake and flickers his eyes up at X.
"Good, good. You're finally awake. Did you slept well?" X muses, keeping the usual permanent smile on his face.
The man didn't bother to answer, starting to wiggle his way out of the chair in panic. X was displeased by this, but made no action and instead clicked his tongue.
The man finally stopped trying, his energy running low. "You bastard! Why are you doing this, X?! Let me go!"
The man's voice was irritating to X's ears, but he was glad to respond to his question in a simple and conventional manner.
X had walked up to the nearby switch and flicks it. Light began to shine on the wall littered with pictures. Pictures of (Y/n). His cheeks reddens as he took a step closer to the wall, his eyes flickering at each picture he took throughout the years in complete secrecy.
"Don't you think she's beautiful?" X asks the man, which confuses him and found the revelation quite disturbing.
"W-What...?"
"You asked why I'm doing this and it's because of her." X says, turning towards him once more. He took a step closer to a nearby table, his hand brushing against each tool on it. "I am merely protecting her from the filth swarming around her and trying to take what's mine..."
X grips the handle of a sharp and bloodied knife in his hand, taking slow steps towards the now frantic man who's eyes are filled with terror as he tries to reason with him.
X stops infront of him, bending down to his eye level. He moves his face closer to him, keeping his heterochromatic eyes into the man's terrified and shaking ones, a sadistic smile slowly forming on his lips. "This wouldn't have happened if you just kept your distance from her and not end up in the same predicament like the others..."
X had driven the knife into the man's throat, and pulls it back out. He watches as the man gurgle in his own blood rushing out of his mouth. He continues his attack until he was satisfied.
He only stopped a buzz emits in his pocket that came from his phone. With his bloodied hand, he tapped the screen and answers the caller.
"You got her? That's good news!" X muses, as he nods at the following sentences from the person in the other line.
His eyes flickers down to the mutilated and lifeless man in front of him, blood pours down onto the ground and pools around his shoes. He clicked his tongue, thinking he made quite a mess this time.
"Yeah yeah, I got it. Remember, don't touch her. Unless, you got a death wish." X warns before ending the call. He began to walk towards the wall swapped with photos of you, filling his heart with love and feeling of ease.
"Sorry, my little lamb. You just have to learn the hard way this time." X took a certain picture from the wall, looking down on it with a soft eyes and smile. It was a picture of them back when they were still children.
"And this time, with driving fear into your heart. You'll realize that I'm the only you'll ever need and trust after I come and save you."
~•~
I think I flunked this lol.
Thanks for reading though <3
Happy holidays everyone!!!
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icypenguin · 5 months
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HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HIIIIIIII
Idk if your requests are open but but but
Lyney with a reader whos love laungauge is physical touch but plp usually don't like being touched so reader stopped initiating it at all and now feels weird when anyone touches them EXCEPT HIM.
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HELLOOOO ITS OKAY IM OPENNN AND SURESURE THAT SOUNDS NICE I’VE NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT EHGEGEH THANKYOU FOR THE REQUESTTT! PLEASE ENJOYYYYYY
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- you always felt weird when people suddenly touch you, especially strangers.
- even when it was an accident you always felt weird and stuffs.
- until you’ve met lyney, your bestfriend’s brother. you don’t usually shake hands when meeting new people but something inside you told you to, and it was worth it.
- but he times your hand met his, it honestly felt like a blanket, warm and soft.
- until now, you still felt weird with people touching you except him, he’s always been an exception.
- honestly, you love his hugs and physical touches, it felt comforting.
- even though you still felt weird at first, slowly but surely you’re getting used to him.
~small drabble~
you were studying on your desk while all of the sudden someone hugged you fron behind. you got a bit shocked a jumped a little but when you felt the comfort and warmth of the person, you exactly knew who it is. “lyneyy! don’t scare me like that..” you spin your head to look at him. “i’m sorryyy.. just wanted to trick you” he said with a chuckle at the end. “it’s late… why are you still studying? don’t you want to continue tomorrow?” he asked while laying his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes, a sign of sleepiness. “well.. it is getting pretty late..” then comes silence, “but justttt a little bit more” you tried to convince him that you can still stay up. “are you sureee?” “i’m suree! believe in me, lyney.” he chuckled at your response. “you want me to make you tea or hot cocoa?” lyney rose his head from your shoulder. “maybe hot cocoa… with marshmallows!” you exclaimed in excitement. “ofcourse, anything for you” lyney kissed your cheek and went off to the kitchen.
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THANKYOU FOR READINGGG I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED WITH THIS EHGEHEHE HAVE A GREAT DAY OR NIGHT!!! ADVICES ARE ACCEPTED THANKYOUUUU
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driftwood-fireflies · 2 months
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any billy hcs?
OKAY I'm finly tackling this. lightning round.
I know that the general fandom perception of billy (in a few different circles anyway) is that he's trans, and I DO understand this. however it's not my personal headcanon. if you want to know why it's simply because the idea of him being a chaser is like insanely funny to me so. stu is trans and billy is weird about it. this is my dynamic.
as for sexuality, I've described this to people before, but to me he's bisexual on a technicality. what's that technicality? he REALLY thinks he likes women. like he's convinced himself he does. (he does not.) so like, if anything, he'd consider himself bisexual and so I call him bisexual. but. he's gay. dykwim.
anyway yes billy is a bi chaser and he is down horrible for stu though he can't really show it. I don't know if I even brought this up in my stu headcanons post but I do think they are BOTH autistic and bpd so they're really failmaxxing as a romantic duo
billyboy loomis is the undisputed mommy issues king, I think him and his mom were very close when he was a kid, like almost to the point where she was smothering him, but he loved her and became codependent with her. I think that's a theme for billy - codependency. he grew to be that way with his mom, and since I personally believe that him and stu have been friends since childhood, he also grew a little fascination with him at around the same time. he's always been Weird about stu in a myriad of ways, but the moment his mom abandoned him it was almost guaranteed that his closeness with him would turn into its own codependency. and it did.
I think his family has moved around a lot, only settling in woodsboro when he was maybe eleven or so. that's when he met stu.
I think they were both independently weird freaks of their own nature, as in, billy has always had his horror movie and psychology fascinations, but stu really amped up the crazy for him. like many people, I hc that stu is a big hunter and likely showed billy how to hunt and gut animals, and I even think he introduced him to the more gorey, less plot-centric horror movies that he loves. I also think the buck that they share was stu's initially, who then gave it to billy sometime after his mom left.
as for current day (read: 1996) stuff. a lot of people tend to stereotype stu as The horny one in their dynamic, but idk. they're both teenage boys and if anything, billy was the one trying the hardest to get laid in the movie lmfao. (I know there was an actual reason behind it but I do also think he just wanted to fuck lol) I think they're both raging horndogs and they rile each other up all the time.
we never see anyone but randy with an actual job, but I think billy's done some under the table type work around town. he strikes me as a guy who'd do good at a mechanic shop, or something. nothing too serious, just whenever he needed some pocket change he couldn't swipe from his dad.
as for horror movies... oh man.
billy is a real pretentious guy. he likes horror, he likes thrillers, but he's not as much of a gorehound as stu. that's not to say he doesn't like it - but it usually only interests him when it's the real deal. in terms of movies, he's actually your pretty generic film bro type, in that I think his top three are psycho, silence of the lambs, and the original house of wax. were he alive today, he'd be BIG into the 'elevated horror' genre, I think. think jordan peele and ari aster. overall he's a real snob about it, he can only get into a horror movie if the killer is someone he can idolize and get into the mind of. he's not a fan of monster movies, thinks it's scarier when the monster is just a regular guy. psychological horror is right up his alley, and I think he'd also love candyman for the way it combines artful and intriguing psychology into a more typically 'slasher' narrative.
I could talk about how billy watches horror movies forever but I'll move onto music so this post doesn't become a novel. I think he's big into rock, pretty similar to stu's taste in that regard. I think he'd really love green day, for sure. I also think he'd like the cure and REM, maybe soundgarden, too. he's really into anything moody or brooding in some way. besides rock though, I also think he enjoys older, more classical stuff. I could see him buying a film score cd and listening to it to sleep, or something.
SO. YEAH those are some of my billy hcs.. like I said w stu I have like a million thoughts about both of them that I couldn't possibly include in a single post so if you have any specific questions about stuff I didn't cover .. lmk ^_^
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villainessprefect · 1 year
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Anonymous asked: hello!! may i request a fic with malleus x gn!reader pls? this is too specific since im having a bad day sooo my request is where reader is having a bad day since they found out their 'friends' talking sh*t behind their back and they didnt attend the whole class for the whole day and ignoring everyone esp malleus (bc reader want some alone time) so at night time, malleus found reader and just comfort them? thank you, have a good day! :)
hello! I hope this fic brings you some comfort!! don't let those types of friends get you down!
title: turn to me
summary: Your latest ‘friends’ turn out to be trash. Their words lead you down a terrible descent. At least someone is willing to reach out to you.
ship: Malleus x gn!reader
word count: 2,167
note: does this need a trigger warning for like. self-loathing?? idk
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You should have known from the start that it would end this way. In this hellish world, you would always be an outcast, the odd one out, the magicless one. No matter how hard you tried to fit in, no matter what you did, you were not part of this world.
But is it so wrong to hope? To think that maybe, just maybe, you could be a part of this world if only for a moment.
Perhaps you were just foolish. Naive. All you wanted was to belong somewhere. Taking a chance to break from your usual friend group had been your own undoing. You should have listened to their warnings and stayed with them. They know these people better than you do. After all, they're just like them, aren't they?
You didn't listen. You let that glimmer of hope lead you down the wrong path. All you wanted was a normal school life. With that, you could believe that you were normal.
"Aren't you tired of hanging around with that magicless Prefect yet? It's so damn boring. We can't do anything with them around!" One complained.
"Just a little longer, we can't lose our gopher just yet." Another says.
"Hey! Maybe we should start calling them our best friend. You think they'll like that?" He laughs. Loud. "I bet they'd think they're part of the group!"
"Man, not even they could be dumb enough to believe that. Although, you know what they say. No magic, no brains."
Vile gossip runs around your latest group of 'friends'. They continue to throw insults your way while unaware of your presence. At some point, you begin to tune out what they're saying. Their voices grow smaller and smaller as you make a run for it, but you can still hear their voices echoing loud and clear in your mind.
You run home, or at least to the place you're forced to call home. The door to Ramshackle is forcibly pushed open, left ajar as you head straight to your room. Your bag and books drop to the ground, supplies scattering on the floor. A part of you thinks to pick them up, another disagrees- what did it matter anyway? It's not like your friends would come over.
Finding comfort in your bed is hard. It's not the best, not the softest, it barely does its job, but its all you have. At least this old thing wouldn't betray you. Hopefully. You don't want to jinx it and have your bed turn into a futon.
You take in a shaky breath and struggle to let the darkness consume you. You're not even tired, but your body aches, your chest stinging with every heartbeat. The longer you stay awake, the more your thoughts haunt you. And the last thing you want to do is let those bastards win.
Your phone catches you off guard. In your haste to hide away from the world, you forgot to toss that aside along with your bag. All you do is dig the buzzing phone out of your pocket and turn it off, not even bothering to see who is blowing it up. Friends, new or old, you didn't want to speak to anyone. You couldn't.
With no more distractions, you lie in bed and succumb to your fate. Nasty thoughts poke at you, prodding at you and telling you how stupid you are. You wish you hadn't been so optimistic about branching out. You couldn't always rely on your usual group of friends, but at this point...it seemed like you had to.
It's impossible to reassure yourself that things are okay. They're not. You think how useless and stupid you are. And that...this is how things should have been from the start. People don't need you, you need them. You're unwanted and alone, and always will be for as long as you're in this world. And when you leave? It'll be like you were never here in the first place.
As the day draws on, you fall in and out of consciousness. You don't recall crying, but your pillow says otherwise. Your stomach craved food while feeling as if it couldn't hold down a single scrap. The only movement you willingly made was tossing back and forth for a more comfortable position.
Ramshackle is eerily quiet. The ghosts aren't hovering over you nor is Grim. The latter is probably with the others. It's fine. He's part of this world, you are not.
Something forces your body out of bed. You don't know what it is. Perhaps its an old habit that takes control of you. One that lets you meet with a dragon fae during the darker hours of the world. He doesn't always show up, and for once you pray he won't.
The cold air hits your body and you shiver. The night air that usually comforts you freezes you instead as you take a seat upon the steps of Ramshackle. The light of the moon reveals all to you. It's truly a beautiful night. One you wish you could enjoy.
A dark shadow looms over you. You don't bother lifting your gaze, merely staring down the legs that have blocked your view.
"Child of man," he starts. You don't move. "You were not at school today."
"Mhm."
"Are you feeling alright?" Malleus asks you. You can't bring yourself to speak. You don't want to have a conversation with him right now. Not with a tainted heart that's laced with the fear of betrayal. Surely he wouldn't be the same as that lot, would he?
No. Deep in your heart you know Malleus would never reach that low. He may be cheeky, but he's always been honest with you. If he wanted to end things with you, he would with the snap of his fingers. But you've always been special in his eyes. You're just...not in the mood to find that spark of hope again.
Your silence causes him to worry. The lack of acknowledgement does as well. Malleus looks forward to being beside you. Your conversations were always odd yet interesting. You never feared getting close to him, physically or otherwise. And your smile was worth waiting a whole century for. Having none of that tonight is a little upsetting. Not at you, but...for you? It's strange, difficult to put into words for him.
"Lilia once told me that silence can be hurtful and comforting, you just need to know when it's the right kind. You do not need to speak and if you wish for me to leave, simply...tell me." The last of his words comes out strained, forced. If his voice could break, you think it would have been heard then.
You take in a breath and decide his fate.
"You can stay."
You don't catch the way he lights up. How his eyes widen in surprise at your answer. His brief moment of joy doesn't last, but he finds it a blessing that you allow him to stay by your side.
Malleus takes a seat beside you. He sits closer to you compared to normal, but you don't mind. You didn't exactly pick the most spacious place to brood.
Having company after being alone all day is a little nice. His warmth helps keep some of those nasty thoughts away. Although you don't think that you really deserve this touch of kindness.
You still refuse to look at him and instead lift your gaze to the stars. You once heard that each star is a different world. With countless stars that fill the sky, that meant there were numerous worlds out there. And if a star went out, that meant the world was gone. It must have been a whimsical tale, yet now you wonder if it's true. Was your world a lost star? Is that why you're here now? Did the heavens think putting you here was better than meeting that fate?
You squeeze your body tightly.
"Malleus..." You breathe out his name, which catches him by surprise. It's unusual for you to not use the nickname you gave him. He makes no comment on it. Only watching and waiting for you to continue.
And when you face him, it hurts to see you.
Tears pricking at the corner of your eyes that are filled with nothing but pain. The sadness you bear is so heavy that he can see it. You look so lost and desperate. The friend he once knew is now broken.
"Do you ever think that...I'm worthless for not having magic?" You ask, pleading for an answer.
"No," he responds, quickly. There's a hint of anger in his eyes. He may not know who hurt you, but the question you posed gives him an idea as to how. "You are an extraordinary human in this world. If you wish to base worth off of magic, then one must do so knowing how to wield it. Even the strongest of mages can prove to be inferior to an amateur who only knows a single spell."
"But I don't know any," you respond. You hadn't meant to cut him off, but it was too late to stop now. "I'm not an amateur and I never will be. In this world, I'm not anything. Just a dumb human who thinks that there might be good in all the wrong places."
"You are not dumb." He responds and reaches out to take your hand in his. You're immediately met with his warmth. He doesn't use magic, but it feels like he cast a spell to soothe your body. "And anyone who says otherwise are the fools here. You have done plenty that others have not, without the use of magic. A hardworking and kind soul such as yourself is admirable. Your valor and resolve are truly commendable." He can't help but smirk. "Who else would dare to allow such weakness in front of me?"
You can't tell if his attempt at cheering you up is supposed to be good or not. It's fitting to come from him though. And it's just enough to make you crack a small smile.
"Only a fool would," you say with no pain in your voice. You can see the little annoyance in his eyes though, disliking at your self-loathing words. But, he allows a pass for the moment.
"Will you show your bravery by telling me what happened to you?"
You take in a breath and grip his hand. The pain from earlier is coming back, almost tenfold. It hurts the same as when you first heard those words spoken literally behind your back.
"Friends. Or I guess they're not friends anymore," you scoff. "I thought I could, you know, be a normal student with a group of friends and..." You shake your head, biting down on your lip.
"Spade and Trappola harmed you?"
"No! No! Not them!" You respond quickly. "Other, no-name, unimportant assholes," you huff out. At least that felt a little good to say, even if the insults were rather weak. "I thought I could befriend a few more people, so just in case...I won't have to be alone. But...that didn't work out."
A loud clap of thunder causes you to jump. Your hold on Malleus tightens as you instinctively huddle closer to him. You hadn't noticed the clear skies being overtaken by dark clouds, causing the night to grow darker. And after catching a flash of lightning, you feared that a storm might be coming.
"Those...not friends of yours," he spits out, as politely as he can. You can feel the anger seeping from his voice as he does his best to remain pleasant before you. "They are unwise for taking your company for granted. Your presence itself is a treasure they do not know the true value of. They are blinded by their own ignorance. If there is no one else that you can turn to, then you can always turn to me. I would never take your company for granted."
You feel a pang of guilt for your earlier thoughts. To even question that Malleus would do you harm- you'd really been a fool.
"Thanks," you whisper and let your head bump onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry for...not being in the best mood tonight. At least I know I can always count on you, Hornton," you chuckle.
Hearing that nickname brings a smile to his face. While the clouds still hover overhead, the sound of thunder and visions of lightning are no more. You release a breath that you'd been holding in and finally begin to relax.
While you know you've been keeping Malleus this whole time, you can't bear to let him go. Not yet. He shined a light upon you that you needed. And maybe, it wouldn't hurt to be a little self-indulgent.
"Can you stay a little bit longer?"
"Of course."
And just like that, the night sky is clear once more.
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Will you love me? | {KokuZan}
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Theme: Floof mostly
Note: Modern AU? They're sons of two businessmen who are working together (idk make it up), they're not dating yet- 
Muzan's dating Uta (I DONT SHIP THIS OK ITS JS FOR THE PLOT)
Koku's single :3 
aaand a bit of YoriiUta
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Yoriichi had always been the favorite. The favorite child, the media's favorite, the school's favorite. Michikatsu shadowed him almost always, only approached so people could get Yoriichi's number. Occasionally, people would go up to Michikatsu to get to know him, but it usually involved ulterior motives such as gaining fame or having some 'friend with benefits'. It tended to be women who were like this and, in fact, Michikatsu had absolutely no interest in them.
Days, months, years of being overshone by Yoriichi made life pretty much like being the background actor in a show—nobody knew or cared who you were, barely even noticed you. Sometimes even his own parents.
So it was strange when, one day, his parents told them both that they would be working with some other business. They invited the family who owned the business over for dinner. Interestingly, they also had a son, around Michikatsu and Yoriichi's age. The three of them were sent upstairs so the adults would talk about 'more important matters.'
The son was a bit on the shorter side with short, cropped black hair and intense red eyes. His name was Muzan, he said. But it wasn't about who he was, or how he looked. More about where his attention was drawn to.
Usually, people turned to Yoriichi, having recogonized him from some modeling in a magazine Michikatsu had never heard about before. But this time, Muzan addressed Michikatsu first with, what seemed like, genuine curiosity in his gaze.
"You're Michikatsu, right?" he asked.
Michikatsu and Yoriichi both stared at him, stunned. Having expected the attention to be droven to his younger brother, Michikatsu had already positioned himself behind Yoriichi. So when Muzan had spoken, not to Yoriichi, but to Michikatsu, the twins both stood there, half wondering if this was their imagination.
Then, perhaps getting a grip of himself, Yoriichi, relieved, drew the spotlight onto Michikatsu, stepping back to give the two space.
"I... Yeah, I am," Michikatsu said. He wondered how Yoriichi did this, constantly having to talk to random people he'd never met before but seemed to know way too much about him. Or just having to talk to people in general. "Uh... How do you know me?"
Muzan laughed. "You're the brother of Mr. Famous here, how would I not know you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. 
"Yeah, well, nobody bothers to learn my name," Michikatsu said scornfully. He sounded childish. Oh, whatever.
"Why not?" Muzan asked, frowning.
Yoriichi let out a breath.
"Yoriichi, here, is always the center of attention," Michikatsu said, trying to sound lighthearted. "People love him best."
"I'd prefer if they didn't, though," Yoriichi interjected, sounding guilty. "I dislike it."
Michikatsu lifted a shoulder. "Guess we're born to get everything we don't want."
"I get that," Muzan said, nodding. "Uta—my girlfriend—is always being pushed aside when people recognize me in public."
Girlfriend? And, for seemingly no reason, Michikatsu felt a momentary frown curve his lips down—before catching himself and plastering on a smile. "Well, welcome to the club to her, then..."
Muzan shook his head. "It's got to be very annoying, hasn't it? Personally, I like being in attention," he admitted, a grin growing on his face, before falling. "But it's hard for Uta, which makes it hard for our relationship in general."
"Ah. Maybe we should meet sometime. You and Yoriichi can walk down a red carpet and Uta and I could be your shadows..." Michikatsu offered. What kind of person was Uta? If she experienced something similar to himself, would Muzan perhaps be interested in Michikatsu in the future...? 
Yoriichi shook his head. "I'd rather be the shadow."
"Well, you don't always get what you want," Michikatsu said, a bitter laugh growing on his tongue.
Muzan sighed. "Sorry."
"What?" both of the Tsugikuni's asked, turning back to him.
"I'm the only one content with my position-ish," Muzan said, shrugging. "I feel bad."
"What, did you cause all of this?" Michikatsu asked, raising an eyebrow.
"...yep. I... cast a magic spell on you before you were born to get exactly what you don't want," Muzan said, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers in what was probably supposed to look like a sinister move—but looked ridiculous.
Yoriichi rolled his eyes.
"You look younger than us," Michikatsu said, lips quirking in a smile.
"...I am. But that doesn't matter," Muzan said, frowning. 
"Whatever you say."
×××
They ended up meeting Uta only a couple days later. Muzan had visited again with his parents and had brought her along. Yoriichi and Uta seemed to get along quickly—though their personalities seemed like polar opposites. Uta was like a ball of sunshine, very enthusiastic and Michikatsu wondered why she was neglected by the public. But, then again, Michikatsu had always been the social one.
"Uta seems nice," Michikatsu remarked, as he and Muzan wandered over to a different room.
"Yep! She's very sweet," Muzan said. Then paused, looking uncomfortable. "Oh, but there's something else..."
Michikatsu tilted his head in his direction. "Hm?"
"Okay, uhm." Muzan looked behind him and, once comfirming that nobody was there, turned back. "Don't tell her, okay?"
Michikatsu raised an eyebrow. "Tell her what?"
"I'm getting to that! Right, so, uhm... Yeah, I care for her a lot and everything... but..." Muzan hesitated.
"Go on. I won't say anything," Michikatsu assured him.
"Uh... I... I think I'm gay," Muzan blurted out. 
Michikatsu blinked. "What-"
"I don't know, or maybe I'm just bi or whatever. But, like, either I'm just losing feelings for her or I'm realizing I'm not into women because... because there's this other guy who I think I like and, well, yeah. I don't know how to tell her since I really do care about her a lot but, I just... Don't know," Muzan said, defeated.
Michikatsu patted him awkwardly. "You should probably just talk to her about it."
"I know..." Muzan whined. "I don't know how!"
"Don't know how to what?"
Muzan and Michikatsu turned to see Uta and Yoriichi walking towards them.
"Ehm..." Muzan hesitated and glanced at Michikatsu who gave him an encouraging look. 
Uta stopped, giving him a curious smile. "Hm?"
"I... uh... Nevermind. I'll tell you later," Muzan said quickly, plastering on a smile.
Uta nodded. "Alright! I have to go now, also." She waved her phone on the air. "My mother texted me."
"Ohhh, 'kay, 'kay," Muzan agreed. "See you later?"
"Mhm! I'll text you," Uta said with a smile. She turned to Yoriichi. "It was nice meeting you too!"
Yoriichi nodded. "It was."
Uta waved to Michikatsu then bounded towards the stairs on her way out.
Muzan and Michikatsu turned to Yoriichi who was watching Uta go.
"Do... you like her?" Muzan asked, a sly grin growing on his face.
Yoriichi snapped his head towards him, eyes wide. "What? No! Isn't she your girlfriend, anyways?"
Muzan rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah..."
Yoriichi frowned. "Is there something you have to say?"
Muzan lifted a shoulder. "Kinda? I may or may not be losing feelings for her."
Yoriichi raised an eyebrow. "She seems very likeable, though..."
"So you do like her?" Muzan asked, pointing at him. 
"Wha- No!" he protested.
Michikatsu watched them, his own thoughts mulling. So... if Muzan liked this other 'guy', that meant he liked a man, which meant Michikatsu had even more of a chance. Although he wasn't quite sure why it mattered. 
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Muzan and Uta started visiting more throughout the following month, on their own time. Michikatsu and Yoriichi occasionally visiting Muzan's house as well. They never went out in public, of course, but it was still very fun. They usually refrained from visiting people or having others visit since usually it turned into a fiasco. But it was fun, now.
Uta and Yoriichi were spending more time together whilst Muzan and Michikatsu were usually elsewhere, and Muzan still hadn't managed to break the news to Uta.
However, finally, Michikatsu persuaded him to tell her, saying it would only worsen their relationship if it continued on.
Muzan finally caved and agreed. So now Michikatsu and Yoriichi were spying on the two as Muzan drew up the courage to tell her.
Uta sat on Muzan's bed, organizing his things since he was, in fact, the messiest person to exist. Muzan entered, his nervousness clear on his face. He sat down beside her and she looked up with a smile.
"Hi!" she said, closing one of the drawers she'd been placing things in.
"Hey... Uhhh, Uta, can I talk to you?" he asked, eyes darting to and fro.
"Of course. What's wrong?" she said, placing her hands on her lap. 
"So... I... want to..." He paused. "Break up?"
She blinked. "What?"
"Sorry. I still care about you a lot, but I think I might be into men. I don't know for sure if it's only, but I don't see myself liking you the way I used to, I guess," Muzan said, talking quickly.
"Oh!" She frowned. "Am I doing something wrong?"
He shook his head frantically. "No, no, you're doing amazingly! I just don't like you... romantically anymore, I'm sorry. It's not your fault."
"Oh. Okay," she said, nodding slowly.
"You're... fine with it?" he asked.
She nodded again. "Its your own choice and your emotions. It's fine."
He smiled. "Thanks. This is why you're the best."
She laughed. "I wouldn't say I'm the best. Will you tell me how you figured this out, though?"
Muzan coughed. "There's... this person I like. A boy. Uhm..."
Uta's eyes lit up, seemingly forgetting the previous conversation. "Tell me about him. Do I know him?"
Muzan nodded. "Yeah."
"What's his name?" she asked.
"I'm... not telling you that," Muzan said, glancing towards where Michikatsu and Yoriichi were hiding.
Uta raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. "Tell me!"
"...Later," he said.
"Promise?"
"...yeah."
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"Yoriichi, you like Uta, right?" Muzan asked, leaning against the door frame. Uta had left and hour ago and Michikatsu and Yoriichi were about to go, having been called home by their parents.
Yoriichi shied away, averting his eyes. 
"Just tell her!" Muzan said encouragingly. "...but maybe after she tells you more formally that she and I broke up. Because she doesn't know you were stalking us."
"I wasn't stalking. And Michikatsu was too..." Yoriichi mumbled.
Muzan laughed. "Just do it, okay?"
Yoriichi nodded slowly. "Eventually."
"I didn't know you could be so shy," Michikatsu said pointedly as he and Yoriichi slipped into the backseat of the car quickly, tugging off the masks they had worn to avoid recognition.
"Shut up," Yoriichi huffed, looking away. He paused and looked back. "Don't you like Muzan?"
Michikatsu rolled his eyes, feeling his face heat up. "I do not!"
"Mhm. I've seen how you look at him," Yoriichi said, his own sort of smugness forming on his face as he gained the upperhand. 
"Uhm. I look at him normally!" Michikatsu protested, though he was sure his cheeks betrayed him. 
Yoriichi nodded—though in the most mocking manner. "Yes, very normally. Intensely, too, I may add."
Michikatsu spluttered for a response then opted to cross his arms, looking out the one-sided window as the streets rolled by. 
Did he like Muzan? Probably. Yes, he did. But the thing was, Muzan was probably not into him. He already had his eyes set on someone, he'd said. So... it was time to throw away any wishful thinking and put himself straight.
×××
...It didn't work.
Despite trying to think of anything else, putting his focus into whatever the hell his parents expected of him, literally doing the most random things ever, his mind would wander back to Muzan. It seemed sudden but, maybe, it was just some self-awareness that brought him to realize how much he'd actually been thinking about Muzan.
But then, it didn't matter if he did or didn't like Muzan. There wasn't that high of a chance for Muzan to like him, and he'd just broken up with Uta, so...
And yet.
(rushing this bc i'm lazy LMFAO)
Muzan texted him one day, asking if he wanted to come over. Obviously, Michikatsu said yes. Yoriichi was focused on something or other and was unable to come, so he arrived at the house alone.
Muzan let him in, guiding him to the room, talking about the most random things. They sat down—Muzan on his bed, Michikatsu on a chair. 
"Why'd you invite me over?" Michikatsu asked at one point, when the conversation paused. 
Muzan lifted a shoulder. "Just... bored? I guess?" he said. It was plausible. It just didn't sound genuine.
"Ooookay," Michikatsu said slowly, drawing out the word. "Are you doing anything this week?" he asked.
Muzan thought for a moment. "Yeah. I think I'm busy."
"You think?"
"I didn't look over the schedule," he said, a quick smirk flitting over his face. "They gave it to me and I only saw there was a lot written. I just tossed it aside... somewhere."
Michikatsu raised an eyebrow. "For someone who likes the fame, you're very bad at keeping it."
"Hey, people still love me, no?" Muzan said, flashing him a grin and leaning back against a mountain of pillows. 
Michikatsu laughed. "Sure."
"Anyways... Speaking of love," Muzan said, averting his eyes.
So this was what Muzan had asked him over for. "Yes?" 
"The... You know the boy I liked?" Muzan asked, still no meeting his eyes.
Michikatsu nodded—then realized Muzan couldn't see that. "Yes, I do. Liked? Did you stop liking him?"
"No, no," Muzan said, looking up quickly and shaking his head. "I still like him."
"Ah. Who is it?"
Muzan frowned. "About that."
"Hm?"
"It's you."
Michikatsu took a moment to process the words, staring blankly at Muzan. "...Huh?"
"It's you," Muzan repeated patiently, a slow blush rising in his cheeks. "I like you."
"...What?" Michikatsu had, in fact, still not comprehended what he was hearing.
"I like you, okay? I know it's weird and everything, especially since we haven't even known each other for over a year or whatever, I don't know, I'm sorry," Muzan ranted, stumbling over his words. 
"I... I-" Michikatsu was at loss of what to say, his head spinning. What??
Muzan groaned, grabbing a pillow and stuffing his face in it, screaming through gritted teeth. "Fuuck... Sorry, sorry, forget it all. Forget what I said," he mumbled, his words muffled by the pillow. "Sorry. I don't want to make it weird for you. Pretend I never said anything."
Michikatsu shook his head—realizing not for the first time that Muzan couldn't see him—and said, quietly, "It's not that. I don't... not like you? It's not that I don't like you, I like you, I don't not like you, I didn't know you liked me, I thought you didn't like me, I didn't know you didn't not like me." Then blinked, realizing he wasn't making sense.
Muzan had looked up. "Could you repeat that...?" he asked, after Michikatsu was done with his rant of nonsense. 
"I... Sorry. Yes," Michikatsu said, letting out a breath.
"You don't have to say sorry," Muzan said. 
"...You just said it more times than I did," he pointed it.
"Okay, true, sorry, go on."
Michikatsu raised an eyebrow but said nothing of it. "I meant that my silence wasn't because I dislike you or anything. I do like you... the same way? I think? Assuming you like me romantically... I didn't say anything before because you were dating Uta, and then you weren't really giving signs that you liked me, so..."
Muzan nodded slowly. "So you like me back?—ALSO I DID GIVE SIGNS." 
"You did not. And yes, I do," Michikatsu said with a quick nod, turning his head away, heat flickering in his face.
"Then... can we date?" Muzan asked, so suddenly Michikatsu jolted.
"Wha- I- ...yes," Michikatsu said, his face turning beet red.
Muzan laughed. "What's with all this blushing??"
"I'm... not!" 
"You are."
"Your question was just random," Michikatsu murmured. 
"It wasn't at all. Can I kiss you?" Muzan asked, grinning as Michikatsu turned an impossibly darker shade of red. "Your head is going to burst if you keep blushing."
"I'm... not blushing...!" Michikatsu insisted, though even the stupidest person could tell him he was.
"Sure, but are you going to answer me?" Muzan said, changing the subject.
"...Okay."
"Okay you'll answer or okay I can kiss you?" he asked, putting the pillow aside and standing up.
"...both?" Michikatsu said tentatively, hands fiddling on his lap.
Muzan smiled and promptly plopped onto the desk, a finger curling under Michikatsu's chin, tilting his head up.
"I don't... like this position," Michikatsu mumbled, frowning slightly. 
Muzan quirked an eyebrow. "No? You're still redder than a ripe tomato."
"...shut up."
"Make me," Muzan challenged, eyes glinting with mischief.
Michikatsu was hit with a sudden burst of confidence from who knows where; perhaps he had stolen it from Muzan. Nevertheless, he stood, coming a bit higher than Muzan despite the fact that he was sitting on the desk. He cupped Muzan's head in his hands, pulling him forward slightly. There was a sliver of space between their lips and Michikatsu waited, wondering if this was too much. Then Muzan leaned forward slightly and all was forgotten, his eyes fluttering close as their mouths fit together, the plush of Muzan's lips against his own.
The kiss was brief but sweet and when they pulled apart, they looked away simutaneously, a shy blush powdering their cheeks.
Then the door burst open and they scrambled back; Muzan pressed against the wall behind his desk, Michikatsu nearly tripping over the chair.
Uta barged in, a bag in her hand, arms raised up and a triumphant smile on her face. She took one look at them and quickly left, shutting the door behind her.
Muzan and Michikatsu blinked, then turned to stare at each other. There was a beat of silence before both burst into an awkward, nervous laugh as Michikatsu straightened himself up, fixing the chair. 
"So..." Muzan said casually, hopping down from the desk. 
Michikatsu tilted his head, looking down at him. "Hm?"
"You're my boyfriend now."
"And you're mine," Michikatsu agreed with a faint smile.
"Great. I'm going to go brag to Uta now, considering that she's here already," Muzan said. 
"No, don't-" Michikatsu whined, but Muzan was already striding out the door, deaf to his protests.
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redhead1180 · 3 months
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Idk if you have noticed this or it’s just me but season one Rudy ( bts and interviews) he seems so carefree and goofy and idk if it’s because now he’s older or because he’s with Elaine or both but he doesn’t seem so carefree anymore . The footage of him and Madison like it’s so cold how he walks away or won’t look at her. Then he usher to allow fans to hug him or whatever and now I saw a thing where a fan tried to hug him or did hug him and he seemed to allow it before quickly telling them no and Elaine is seen behind him . Yes I understand some fans don’t understand personal space and they shouldn’t be appeased but it just seems to me at least he used to be different and he’s changed . I don’t happen to care for Elaine so I think she’s controlling and he for whatever reason is allowing it . Anyway your thoughts ?
O boy, y'all are trying to get me in trouble. But here is my opinion. Again this is my opinion only, we will never know the truth probably. I am not here for bullying Elaine or anything. That's not cool and, honestly, above all I hope Rudy is happy.
We only see a little bit and not their whole life, but I can't help but see some red flags. He never is seen with the cast anymore, like she is isolating him. Again that may be his choice, but it is odd, considering how much time they all used to spend together. He is only ever with her, like they have no interest or friends separately.
He doesn't seem to be as goofy bts as used to be, but that could be maturity and he has done other works and maybe is more serious. But yea we don't see the fun loving, goofy Rudy and I do miss it. Now the way he acts with Madison, well I will die on this hill, something happened around the time Madison unfollowed Elaine. Couldn't tell you what happened and I am not going to speculate, but something did. So honestly I think that is why. We will never know, but I would bet money on it.
Now I do see him usually letting fans take pics with him, he did a lot in Morocco. But in his defense, a bunch of fans running up on me would put my defenses up, maybe even scare me. So I can't fault him for that. He is still is a person at the end of the day. But it is WELL documented she is not happy most of the time. She does pull him away from fans, she does get huffy, and I have heard her say no pics on videos people have got of them. I see people talk about him being shy, he is a bit in interviews, but as a whole in s1 bts, I saw NO shyness.
There is no doubt that Elaine has been problematic and I don't like her. Rudy's personality seemed to change once he got with her and like it is questionable on some of those changes. She does appear controlling and has him on a tight lease, which I don't consider healthy. But we are on the outside looking in. Because from all appearances Rudy seems to be a really sweet boyfriend. Yea it makes me want to vomit, but he always stands up for her, shows he loves her, and definitely spoils her. Maybe she just has really bad jealousy issues. I mean if I had him as my man it would be hard to not get jealous, but I would never come between his fans and his work. She definitely has done that.
Anyway this got really long and I am probably going to get some hate for it, but thats my honest opinion. Please remember its an opinion, we have them just like we have assholes.
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Spoilers for My Friendly Neighborhood? And Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Maybe? IDK I'm just putting my thoughts down.
I watched Super Horror Bro's let's play of MFN and I really liked it! Gordon is great, Ricky is great, everyone is great... but a lot of people seem to be over looking the whole "living puppets" thing? (or maybe I just haven't been looking hard enough.) And that got me thinking... what if the world logic of MFN is like that of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
Like, the two have some similarities already (tough, down on his luck guy with a gun deals with the shenanigans of TV mascots while dark things happen around him), but let's put it like this:
In the world of Roger Rabbit, cartoon characters (toons) are alive. This isn't really explained in the movie, as far as I remember, but it's just a fact. The toons are real, they have jobs, they have a place to live, but they're also sort of considered "second class citizens" in a way; they don't really get a lot of variety in what jobs they can thrive in (they work in entertainment, usually), and they don't always get treated very well (Eddie Valiant, the protagonist, often responds to cartoon shenanigans by saying "toons" in a clearly derogatory way; and cartoon tools like singing swords and sentient shoes [which I think are safe to assume they're alive and sentient? less so than other toons, but you get it] are kept in boxes, seemingly for long periods of time). Toons also have their "Toon Town", their own separate place to live that, for much of the movie, is in danger due to the owner of Toon Town (a human) dying and potentially letting Toon Town get destroyed for the sake of a highway, and thus destroying the only known place where toons can safely live.
So, to summarize: 1. Toons are alive, an accepted fact by society. 2. Toons are citizens, and are expected to work to earn their keep. 3. Toons are citizens, and there is slight prejudice against them ("slight" may be putting it lightly).
Now, let's look at MFN:
Gordon J. O'Brien is a human, who is tasked with shutting off the antenna of the studio that used to produce and televise the children's show My Friendly Neighborhood. We see in a cutscene prior to gameplay that most television shows are hosted/acted by human players, except for MFN, which is primarily led by puppet actors. Nothing wrong there; it's a children's show, and as a lot of children shows go, puppets and other cartoonish set pieces are used to entertain. Most adult shows are filled with live people, and at the hour that the TV is shown, adult programming is more likely to be on than children's programming.
But consider what happens when Gordon enters the studio lot, namely when he first meets Ricky the sock puppet. Gordon is surprised by Ricky's appearance, but he doesn't really address it. In fact, he treats Ricky like he might be the owner/face of the establishment. We could argue that Gordon is just rolling with it: it's his last job of the day, he's on probation for a bad attitude and could get fired for failing to do his job or keeping up that bad attitude, so he's just playing along with whoever the crazy human behind the sock puppet is. All well and good, except when things start getting darker.
Gordon sees a puppet (Norman) bashing its head against the wall, seemingly of its own free will, and he offers little more than a "what the...?" Even when the puppets begin attacking him, he just carries on. Maybe he's just super dedicated to finishing his job and leaving so he can go home. But there comes a point, I'd like to think, when dealing with potentially deadly possessed puppets where a normal person thinks, "is this minimum wage job really worth my life?" and usually, the answer is probably "no, consequences be damned, I'm leaving while I'm alive."
So that begs the question: what sort of person carries on with his job when it's possible there are murder puppets after his life? Most people have said that Gordon is just "so done" with everything in his life that he doesn't particularly care, which makes sense; he seems to be a war veteran with little to enjoy in his life. But there's "being done", and there's "a strange but relatively normal day". So: what if puppets being sentient is just... a thing? A rule that the world doesn't necessarily question? Puppets trying to hug people to death is definitely unusual, but that's the only strange thing.
That leads to another supporting question: who owns the studio where MFN used to be broadcast? The buildings, for the most part, are all well maintained with working electricity and general power. It's a little under kept, but the maintenance is there. And yet, there are no people around. At all. All of the offices are empty, all of the sewer areas are empty, it's just puppets all the way down. But why? The show isn't being made any more, so why are all these buildings empty? Shouldn't they be filled with new businesses, new people, new lives? Or at the very least, if no one owns them/uses them, then shouldn't they be knocked down and the land used for some other company? A newspaper mentions a company that bought up a lot of land and buildings for their own consumerist purposes, often kicking tenants out of their homes to do so, so clearly it's not unheard of to knock down/take over buildings that have no obvious purpose.
But the puppets still live there. The puppets do their own thing, wallowing in their accidental trauma, but otherwise not going out and attacking people. They stick to their buildings, and don't bother anyone. So is the MFN studio the "Toon Town" for these puppets? Do they technically "own" the lot? I recall a different note mentioning that the tools and materials of MFN were the "property" of a different company after MFN was taken off air, but the puppets are still in the building, wandering around. Why, unless they have some right to the land?
It could also offer an explanation of why Gordon is tasked with turning off the antenna instead of any other company: the puppets refuse to turn off the antenna and stop broadcasting their show over the network, so they have to send someone in to do it themselves. Not just anyone, though: a down on his luck old war vet with a bad attitude who doesn't seem to have any real importance to the city. If he does get killed, fine, send someone else to do it. If he succeeds, great! In fact, everyone seems so happy to see him successfully disable the antenna that he gets promoted to manager in the "bad ending", despite being on probation. Why is he rewarded so much for doing his job, unless it was really important that the show was shut off? Maybe it's a weird political statement? Or a symbol of human dominance over the "puppet class"? Whatever the case, it's definitely weird that Gordon is so well rewarded for shutting down the show.
Alternatively, in the "normal" and "true" endings, Gordon decides to help get the show back on the air, legally. In the normal ending, he specifically makes a note of how he has to keep his head down, not telling anyone what he's doing and eventually not coming back to the studio because he thinks he's done his part and can move on. In the true ending, he's found out and fired, despite disconnecting the antenna as his job required him. Why would he be fired for doing his job? Unless the wire disconnect was meant to have some bigger meaning? Are the puppets considered "second class", or "other"? Is their show getting back on air and gaining a following some sort of problem for the company Gordon works for? Some people like the show, and some people hate it, but it does gain a following.
A recurring theme in this game is "darkness/meanness vs light/goodness", with modern "adult" television being dark and mean and more "appropriate" in the post war world, and the old "children" television being a bright reminder to be good and friendly, which doesn't correlate with the world that the post war city has become. Maybe the puppets are a living reminder of the "good" in the world that adults are shielding themselves from? I don't know, I'm kind of rambling at this point.
Speaking of the war- isn't it weird how they just refer to it as "the war"? Based on the context and the dates, it's fairly agreed by the community that the war represents the Vietnam War, a controversial event that televised the dark realities of war to everyone with a television, which was mostly everyone. If it's supposed to be the Vietnam War, why not just call it that? Unless it's not the Vietnam War, not technically, in this universe? Since the puppets are living beings (even if they aren't exposed to television and the horrors of war until after the show stops), maybe there are other historical differences in this universe, too? Different lands, boundaries, people, etc?
And when the puppets- no longer supervised due to a world going dark from the atrocities of war- watch television to find what they're missing that other TV shows have, they get traumatized by what they see, and inadvertently incorporate it into what they know. They're impressionable, like children- or a sheltered class of people. They all get a little intense- insane ramblings and hugging people to death- but some of them go so far as to physically change themselves (remove their eyes, give themselves human teeth, turn into monsters) as a screwed attempt to gain the love and attention that the "darkness" offers. Unless someone takes some time to talk to the puppets, to let them know that there can still be good and light in the world, then the puppets will all remain on that lot, by themselves, without an outlet, and will possibly be destroyed when the now pointless studio lot is without purpose. That's what Gordon's for: someone who has also been troubled by the darkness of the world, but can take the time and empathy to be a little bit friendly.
Sorry for the long post; it's possible there's more stuff I forgot to talk about, or some information I got wrong, but feel free to add your thoughts to this! I need to go to bed, I have work in the morning.
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ggulmul · 11 months
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Hello! Can I ask you what do you think about the Jungkook with his tattoo artist/Mijoo situation? Some people brought it up today and I'm always going back to it tbh. The whole situation just gives me bad vibes? From her staff, and the people around them, I don't know. Some people think they were dating but denied the rumors/lied because they both got a lot of hate. Some people think they were genuinely just friends.
I don't know what to think, tbh. The hug did seem kind of intimate? But I've seen Jungkook hug hoseok from behind and press his nose to his neck, so... Jungkook seems to be very affectionate and even clingy once he gets really comfortable with someone, friend or not. So, could be just his normal behavior with friends.
If they had a thing, then that would imply that Jikook broke up at that time, but I didn't see any change in their behavior? I mean, Jungkook did wake up really early in BV4 (which was after the whole scandal) just to catch some snow for Jimin, and he was very sweet to him, maybe to make it up for all the unnecessary drama?
Idk, sometimes I wonder what Jimin thought about this whole thing. If he was upset, or if he knew Mijoo and was friends with her, too, since she was tattooing Jungkook and he was hanging out with her. I think he has covered most of her tattoos with Polyc, though, so idk if they're still good friends.
She did post on her Instagram at the time she was "absolutely not" Jungkook's girlfriend, but it could be a lie to save the situation and end the rumors once and for all. People said she claimed to have a boyfriend, but I couldn't find anything like that in her statement. I did see a picture of her with a guy hugging her from behind the same way, so she could also be really affectionate with her friends.
The whole situation is unclear and very confusing. A lot suspicious too.
What do you think?
Hi, anon! Thank you for your thoughts on the Mijoo debacle. I don’t mind sharing my own perspective, although I know this can be a rather touchy subject. There’s the incident in itself and its possible implications. But also the invasion of privacy, and the harrowing backlash Jungkook faced because of it. The same goes for Mijoo, honestly, who was harassed ceaselessly afterwards.
Regardless of what transpired, neither of them is guilty of any wrongdoing. The reactions were out of proportion. Still, I can understand why this caused such a stir. Casual skinship between men and women isn’t common in South Korea, and is usually a sign someone’s dating. But there are always exceptions. We know Jungkook is physically affectionate with his friends. For him, gender might not even factor into that (well, besides in consideration of outward appearances). Additionally, there are photos of Mijoo being embraced in the same way by other male friends. This sort of neutralises the act, in terms of its romantic connotations. Let’s remember that we’re talking about a crew of tattoo artists in a conservative country where tattoos are still heavily frowned upon. They’re nonconformists, and the same could be said about Jungkook. One might expect them to be more relaxed about social and cultural norms.
Once the photos came to light, the rumours were swiftly denied by the company, and Mijoo herself in a personal statement. Could this just have been a tactical move to protect them from the hate and scrutiny? Sure. It’s not unthinkable. But I’m inclined to believe the explanation that was put forth as the truth, especially when there’s nothing definitive to disprove it.
As far as Jimin’s reaction goes, I can only speculate. But I reject the idea that Jungkook could have been seeing Mijoo while him and Jimin were on a break. Either Jikook were together before-during-after this ordeal, or they were never together in the first place. Shortly before the scandal unfolded, Jimin flew across the world to surprise Jungkook for his birthday. After their break, BTS were right off to shoot Bon Voyage 4, and Jikook were fine, no visible tension. I’m sure the experience was taxing for Jimin as well, but primarily from having to watch someone he loves being put through the wringer. I don’t think Jungkook was trying to make up for something with his chunk of snow, as cute as it was. I doubt either of them felt there was anything to make up for. Their relationship seemed to remain unchanged, and it’s probably because nothing that happened posed a threat to their relationship in the first place.
In conclusion, I get why this incident is difficult to shake. But I try to refrain from attributing any more significance to it. We were told there was nothing between Jungkook and Mijoo beyond friendship. It seems sensible to accept that, rather than ruminate on what is, at the end of the day, just a hug and some questionable circumstances.
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hello allow me to infect your brain with a polyship. After the war: Fives/Tup, Tup/Dogma, Dogma/Slick (potential Tup/Dogma/Slick or Fives/Tup/Dogma, but Fives and Slick are on sight)
(for additional fun and profit throw in Echo returns with his batch of badboyfriends)
this is for the pairing/smut trope/kink meme, but you know they might be too busy fighting about everything, for anyone to get laid 🤣
BCNCBSSJHS the Tru Poly Agenda is one of my favourite agendas and I’ve been thinking about tup and dogma (my ogs… my beloveds) already, so this is too good. Idk how to get [counts fingers] almost nine whole (lol) characters into a prompt fic but the thought is there
Wish you would write…
“I’m back!” Fives shouts into the house, letting the door slam shut behind him.
“Did you pass Slick on your way in?” Tup calls out. Dogma swears under his breath and jabs Tup in the ribs, but Tup only grins and wriggles a little bit in his lap to get away from sharp fingers.
“No,” Fives says, sounding immediately perturbed, “thank the stars. Why is that bastard still coming here?”
“Because he’s a pain in the ass,” Dogma drawls, at the same time Tup snorts a laugh and emphasises the phrase, “Because we like him,” like he would to a cadet.
“He’s an indicted felon!” Fives protests—an old argument. He wanders into the living room and finds them sprawled on the sofa. “A coward and a bastard,” he explains, leaning down distractedly to kiss Tup hello and Dogma on the top of his head, “and he blew up half the fucking base on Christophsis.”
“We weren’t even there,” Dogma mutters. He has his thumbnail between his teeth and he’s not paused reading the article on his datapad. Fives makes an irate noise. “Get over yourself.”
Tup swings his feet down to the floor and gets up to follow Fives and the crinkle of grocery bags into the kitchen. “Anyway—aren’t there more important things to discuss?”
“Always,” Fives agrees, his frown melting into a wide grin as he unpacks the fresh produce. “The Marauder is on course to make planet fall, ETA twenty-two-hundred hours. I picked up a few more bits than usual, we’ll have a late latemeal and an extra mouth to feed tonight!”
Fives’ joy is infectious. Tup finds himself grinning too as he absorbs it, wrapping himself around Fives’ back and making a great hindrance of himself, not that Fives seems to give a damn.
“More like five extra mouths,” says Dogma, finally following them in. He sets his datapad in its cradle and comes over to help pack away the food. He gets an extra jab in to Tup’s side with his elbow and a smirk; Tup sticks his tongue out at him.
Together they clear the counters. Tup washes and slices up a bowl of fruit for the three of them. Dogma takes the time to wipe down all the surfaces, and then gets carried away scrubbing the sink and then the hob while he’s at it. Fives watches, plying him with berries from time to time and planning what to make for Echo’s return.
“We’re going to need to move soon,” Tup announces suddenly.
Both Dogma and Fives pause in their heckling of each other and look towards him in askance.
“Well, as much as I like our flat… it’s kind of small?” Tup runs his hand along the length of the counter and makes it only a foot or so until his fingers find the edge of the sink. “And with the number of people coming and going, it’s not just ourselves that Dogma and I are thinking about, anymore.”
Dogma is already frowning off into the middle distance. Tup can practically see the thoughts cycling through his mind, discarded or tagged onto his list of priorities one by one. More bedrooms, for one. A bigger reception area. Maybe even an actual table to eat at, rather than finding pasta under the sofa cushions way later than they ever want to be finding it.
But then Fives asks “Are you inviting me to move in?” with a sly, and slightly shy little smile, and that snaps Dogma right out of it with a huff and a flick of a tea towel.
“Are you seriously being coy about that? You live here already, you dolt.”
Fives cackles, dodging Dogma’s next snap of the towel. He hides behind Tup, who smiles wryly and pats his shoulder.
“So? What do you think?”
Ever-indulgent, Dogma smiles over at him. It makes the vertex of his tattoo crinkle a little, just the way Tup loves.
“I think that would be wise,” he says, and lunges for Fives again. “Especially if we’re going to keep picking up strays.”
Tup reaches out and snatches Dogma by the waist, preventing him running after their hooting third. Dogma goes pliant in his hold and Tup squeezes him around the middle.
“Thank you,” he says, utterly sincere. Dogma twists to brush a kiss along his jaw.
“Of course.”
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hi sorry i hardly have any other st mutuals but i've been thinking about a s1 au all day that i need to talk about lol where steve goes missing instead of barb. and its still jonathan & nancy looking for will and steve but its ALSO tommy & carol looking for steve.
maybe nancy leaves with barb that night and she feels guilty about leaving steve alone to like, get kidnapped (or whatever happened to him oOohHhh its a mystery lol). and jonathan obviously is looking for will too and things mostly play out like they did on that front. steve's car shows up at the bus station and the government plants evidence that he left town. but nancy is like "but he said he would see me tomorrow >:(" and knows something is up. like its just her gut feeling, she just KNOWS something is wrong.
opposite side, tommy and carol were fucking in steve's parents' room when he went missing. maybe they heard him shout or something when he was taken. and they're both just like "he would not fucking take the bus >:(" lmao but they also know something just feels wrong in their guts. maybe the monster left something behind or one of them caught a glimpse of it that night but thought they were just drunk. and they start scouring the woods looking for it and just so happen to figure out some stuff with the lights like joyce does. like tommy is sitting by steve's pool one night kinda talking to himself but as if he was talking to steve. "where the hell are you man?" kind of stuff and the porch light gets insanely bright. and tommy brings carol the next day and steve does the "one blink for yes two blinks for no" thing.
idk how it all comes together at the end but maybe jonathan and nancy have the byers house showdown like usual but its spliced with tommy & carol having a similar showdown at steve's with the monster going back and forth between the two. or all four of them somehow come together and end up at the same house for the final distraction so hopper and joyce can get to the boys.
omg please don’t apologise!!!!!! i love this! my turn to apologise in fact, because this reply is ALL over the place <3
i love that this would focus on tommy and carol. mean girls can miss their friends too 💜. like most people i see steve tommy and carol as childhood friends, it’s been the three of them for so long. steve going missing would disrupt their easy belief that it’s always the three of them, that they’re untouchable. popularity protected them at school but what does that mean in the real world? sure, more people would probably care about steve’s disappearance than barb’s or will’s but it would be shallow and he would still be missing.
i think steve going missing would force tommy and carol to reckon with their behaviour. here they are experiencing the very thing they made fun of jonathan for the day before. they’re being very bitchy about it though… jonathan byers gets the worlds most backhanded apology maybe?
crying at tommy and carol being like the bus???? steve???? yeah no. 😭 it’s funny because steve’s car would be more distinctive than barb’s so that cover up would actually make sense from an outside perspective but then tommycarol come in with the steel chair of he would not fucking do that actually :/
i think i could see the four of them coming together via nancy. she’d be the first to be like what if they’re connected.
maybe she shows them the pictures? torn as to whether tommy and carol have communicated with steve yet. if they haven’t they’re like okay. one. this is creepy. two. our best friend and your boyfriend is missing be serious do you even care 🙄 they go back to steve’s and the pool scene you describe happens?
if they have already spoken to steve, they hear her out, but they’re like sure freaky monster took steve but byers is a creep we’re not working with him ugh. they accuse her of not really caring about steve since she’s been splitting time between them and jonathan. they go back to steve’s. the two teams stay separate until tommycarol end up at the byers through some chain of events i havent thought of yet?
do steve and will find each other in the upside down? that could be a reason. not sure how this would get communicated to tommycarol and also the byers/nancy since they’re separate. idk but i am picturing tommycarol in the byers living room defeating the demogorgon through the power of friendship and bullying like it chapter two lol
where is barb in this? does she get pulled in? there’s probably an argument between her and nancy because barb is like he ditched you i told you so and nancy is like no he is missing??!
idk. regardless tommycarol fought a monster for steve. he is never hearing the end of it 💜
this is so fun i’m so into this if you have more ideas please send them!!!! mean girl monster hunters <3
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