#the dinguses (affectionate)

[sailing-through-hawkins]

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When Eddie sees her, sitting on the picnic table, her feet shuffling back and forth on the bench like that one dancing scene from The Breakfast Club (so what if he went to go see it? It's a good flick!), he almost runs back the way he came.

Because here's the thing about Robin Buckley.

While Eddie's status at the bottom of the social ladder is guaranteed, what with his hobbies and his music and his ability to irritate even the most patient of individuals (bar Uncle Wayne, blessed be the man), he doesn't fuck with Robin Buckley.

She was never anything to write home or gossip over coffee about, not when Eddie started his first senior year or even before that, when he was just starting up Hellfire and went to band to see if he could recruit any lonesome souls. Robin wasn't interested then, more keen to avoid his eye and fumble with her uniform, so he chalked her up as another lost to the masses.

Then all the shit with the Zombie Boy (a killer moniker, wouldn't that make for an awesome song title?! But he doesn't know if it'd be like, copyright infringement or whatever) went down and he got a little more protective of his circle, cloaking them from the unmerciful eyes of the Hawkins mob, pushing back when shit hit the fan and that mob tried impeding on his people.

And it worked! Nobody messed with him or his, not enough to be met with more than a snort - hell, even that asshole Hargrove stayed away after Eddie pulled a knife on him in the school parking lot. He wonders if all that wild anger the dick had to choke down went into the fight he had with -

Anyways.

Point is that Eddie knows his place, and thanks to a little intimidation and a lot of false-turned-true-confidence, nobody messes with him.

The thing is - he still doesn't mess with Robin Buckley.

Like he said, she was always another one of the masses to him, and he never expected any different.

But then something happened to her.

Some people say that she got trapped in the mall fire and it burned half her face off, she's just wearing enough makeup to cover it up, but it messed with her head.

Other people say she was always a little - uh, airheaded, he'll say, to be polite - and the Starcourt fire just made it more obvious, burned through the façade she'd wear in public.

One or two voices whisper that she's being haunted, that when she laughs to herself in the silence of the classroom, it's because of the spirits of Starcourt's casualties that lurk in her shadow.

(That last one was Jeff actually, and Eddie has to hand it to him for the poetic imagery.)

Any way he hears it, Eddie's instincts go red alert, telling him to give Robin a wide berth in the hallways, to avoid eye contact for longer than a single moment, to ignore her quiet snickers every time he ties his hair up.

So yeah, when he's about to head to his favourite picnic table and finds wacky Robin Buckley laughing to herself as the leaves around the table kick up without a hint of wind in the air, he almost turns around and shoves himself back into his van. Eddie Munson may be a freak but he's no -

"Oh, you're here."

He freezes in his steps, glancing back to see Robin smiling thinly at him, one legged crossed over the other as she leans back. Her eyes glaze over for a second before she barks out a laugh, making Eddie jump in place.

"Didn't expect you, to be honest." She tilts her head.

Eddie's throat is too dry. He starts a sentence, backtracking when the leaves stop kicking up and it's just his shaky voice in the silence between the trees. "Well, it is my spot, Buckley."

Her eyes glint and she uncrosses her legs just to spread them, leaning in and staring at Eddie with an untethered expression stretching across her face. "Is it?" Her raspy voice asks.

Blood roars in Eddie's ears. His fingers twitch, and he's ready to run.

"Don't." She orders and he freezes. "We need to talk."

He hates it when people say that. It's always, always bad news and it's just too cliché.

"And what, pray tell," he says, raising his arms out with a confidence he doesn't feel. "Is it that you could ask of me?"

The leaves kick up behind him. He resolutely ignores it.

Sighing, Robin crosses her legs, shuffling back on the table (and they call Eddie a heathen, jeez). She looks to the right, where the leaves are swirling in a mini tornado. Her smile is small, and a little sad.

"We need your help."

Eddie gasps as the leaves kick up ferociously, the wind bites at his fingertips and Robin glares at him, at the chaos around them with eyes like nothing he's ever seen.

"Stop it."

"Wh -"

"I said stop," She glares at him and his jaw clicks shut. "We agreed - yeah, yeah, we did! Stop it, you're scaring him!"

"I -"

"I'd say the grown-ups are talking," Robin cuts him off with an eye-roll. "But someone's being a big baby."

"Look, Buckley -"

"I swear to god," Robin waves a hand towards Eddie. "Either you play nice, or we're never figuring this out! Do you wanna be invisible to everyone forever?!"

There's a heavy silence at that.

No leaves rustling, no wind, no nothing.

It's like the entire forest just went...dead.

Then Eddie feels a brush of something down his hand and he screams.

"Awesome!" Eddie jumps when Robin grabs his arm (when did she leave the table?!), staring at her smile as foul terror quakes his bones. "Don't be afraid, Eddie. We won't hurt you."

A rustle of leaves smack his shin and he shrieks, unable to jump (or run) thanks to Robin's steel grip.

"Well, not physically."

"Buckley, I have never messed with you before," Eddie whispers as the something trails down his hand, shoulders and face. He's frozen in the wake of the touch. "Fellow freaks of Hawkins and all, but -"

Whatever it is, it grips Eddie by the shoulders and his jaw clicks shut. Robin's grasp on his arm tightens and she nods, staring into space.

"Okay, so could you do it?"

Silence. Eddie's heartbeat races.

"Like what?"

The something ghosts over his fingers and he almost whimpers.

"Oh, like this!"

With that, Robin grabs Eddie's hand and takes off one of his rings. Before he can sputter or shout or cry, she replaces it with one of her own.

And then, like he was always there, Steve Harrington appears before his eyes.

A bloodied, ghastly Steve Harrington who's staring right into him.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers and the spectre grins a sharp, toothy grin.

"Hey Munson," Steve croons. "Miss me?"

#steddie #stobin #<- my target audiences for this #writing #ficlet #au content: ghosts #sailing queues #the dinguses (affectionate) #sailor✧writes

[zanathan-aisling]

honestly what i REALLY want to do is get a vtuber setup made and do mostly-parody reaction videos (as in. only semi-genuine takes on “reaction content”. like i’d be a dipshit to deny i don’t feel the visceral urge to show vague hints of something under 50 levels of unwatchable copyright protection  -or hell, “watch the fucking original ya dingus support content creators” protection- while giving my thoughts on it FOR my actual genuine thoughts on it. but like. the bits. they call to me. doing a react video for game of thrones but the audio is replaced by sounds for the barnyard vol. 4. do a video where i barely fucking say anything and am eating chips. do a video where i never shut up. do a video where i just fucking paste in the wrong content That Is Not What I Am Watching. ETC ETC.) but like. that’d take woooooooooooork. 

#literally just script my react content. fuck it. fuck tha world. it'd be both an affectionate and fucking hateful parody its all of human #emotoions at once because reaction youtubers are a fascinating and diverse group of dinguses and less-dinguses

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Robin was hanging out at Steve's house and going through his closet when she found his tux.

"What's this?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"It's a tux, Robin. I wore it to a family wedding a couple of years ago," Steve shrugged. "I'm not even sure it still fits."

"Maybe you should try it on and see," Robin said, jumping up and down. "Please? I want to see how weird you look."

"Yeah, okay," Steve said, grabbing the tux. "I'm kind of curious myself."

"Make sure you do your hair too!" Robin called out when he entered the bathroom.

"Like I wasn't already planning on doing that!" He scoffed.

"I definitely have time to make myself popcorn," Robin said. "Man takes longer than a princess."

Robin pounced into the kitchen when she caught sight of the phone. An idea popped into her head, and she cackled maniacally. A little while later, Robin was perched in front of the stairs with a bowl of popcorn in her lap when Eddie came barreling into the house, breathing heavily.

"What's the emergency? What's wrong with Steve?" Eddie asked, leaning on his knees.

"Wait," she grinned.

Steve started coming down the stairs in a very tight tux, his hair done up nice and slick. Eddie gasped for breath and backed up, clutching his chest.

"Yeah, I definitely think it's time to retire this. Oh, hey, Eddie. What do you think? It's definitely tight in this area," Steve said, showing off his butt.

Eddie's eye started twitching, and he started backing away towards the door, unable to look away from Steve. He found the door and pulled it hard. Unfortunately, he pulled it too hard and hit himself with the door. Eddie collapsed to the floor, blinking rapidly at the ceiling. Steve slid next to him.

"Oh, man, he's not breathing, I think he's in shock," Steve said.

"You should probably give him mouth to mouth," Robin said as she finished off her popcorn, chewing loudly, her eyes captivated by the scene.

"Right, right!" Steve exclaimed.

He opened up Eddie's mouth and started breathing into it. Suddenly, Eddie grabbed him by the back of the head and slipped his tongue into his mouth. Steve was surprised but started kissing him back. Robin wiped her hands, rolled her eyes affectionately at them, and stepped over both of them as she moved towards the front door.

"Well, I think the Fairy Queermother's job is all done," she said as she left. "Dinguses!"

Steve broke the kiss, wincing as he rubbed his ass.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"I think I ripped my pants. No, I definitely ripped pants."

"You're so fucking hot."

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic soulmates #platonic with a capital p #steddie fanfiction #ficlet

[illneverrecover]

static voice pt 2 | kth (M)

➛pairing: Demon Taehyung x Fallen Angel Reader (ft. bff Angel Jin) ➛summary: It's been weeks since his healing, and yet you still have a lingering demon house guest - something your best friend isn't going to let you ignore. However, with more time that passes, you realize... do you even want him to leave? ➛genre: Angel/Demon!AU, fluff, humor, eventual smut ➛word count: 3741 ➛rating: 18+ for this installment, please check each part for rating as there will be smut ➛warnings: cursing, some quick descriptions of violence, some heavy petting. ➛notes: Demon Taehyung demanded a full story line, and here we are. Shout out to static voice anon who started this whole thing by sending a simple ask -- you have no idea how much your encouragement means! And as always, sending love to @allbutmemorywillfade who sent in the original prompt which lead to the creation of these sweet dinguses, and who has been nothing but supportive & kind. You're too good to me 🖤 This is rough edited and unbeta'd bc I have no patience whatsoever. ➛song: Mine - Sleep Token & I Can See You - Taylor Swift ➛tagging: @jimins-ass-eater, @quinnkoo, @thatlongspringnight​

It’s Sunday morning, and there is currently a demon folding laundry on your bed.

Everything about that sentence should be blasphemous, and yet, it’s become normal. Well, normal for you. Certainly not normal for any other Fallen you’ve ever known. 

Taehyung’s brow furrows as he concentrates, sorting the mass of clothes first into piles before making way to fold each piece. His hands are precise, fingers lining up each seam as he works, eyes only leaving his work to dart towards the TV playing something in the background. He liked having something on for noise, he had explained, and who were you to question someone willing to fold your clothes?

Jin would say that your use of that argument is what led to having a demon for a roommate in the first place, which is exactly why you keep these kinds of thoughts to yourself - you didn’t ask for that kind of negativity. 

Not that there was any downside that you could see. Sure, you hadn’t asked Taehyung what his plan was yet, but you also hadn’t needed to. He was the epitome of a perfect house guest, slotting into your life easily and effortlessly. He was considerate, always offering to assist with any healings that he could; from triaging those who showed up at the door, to talking with them softly while you worked, easing their anxieties with a few kind words. And in those difficult sessions where there was nothing for him to do, he offered what he could - his presence, his reassurance.

It made you feel safe, knowing that he was on your side, no matter what you opened your door to. 

“Does this need a hanger, or am I supposed to fold this?” 

Taehyung holds the garment pinched between his fingers, eyes peering up to meet yours. It’s a black silky dress, mostly held together with string and a prayer, and you know for a fact it was something you hadn’t worn recently - let alone put in the wash. 

Heat creeps up your neck, and you fight the embarrassing urge to rip the fabric out of his hands and throw it out the window. The demon blinks at you with wide blue eyes, and you wonder not for the first time if he’s fucking with you. 

The other thing about Taehyung is that he’s impossible to read. His ability to go from the aloof affectionate demon who cuddles with your cat to the flirty winky man who drops innuendos in your kitchen leaves your head spinning. Worst of all - at least, to you - is that nothing has happened since that night at your place four weeks ago. Other than a few lingering glances that leave you questioning, Taehyung has made no more comments about his desires, which you try not to think about. Even if it’s driving you crazy. 

“That needs a hanger - though I have no idea how that ended up with the laundry, I haven’t worn it in ages.”

It was something you had purchased on a spontaneous whim, back when you had first become Fallen. It had made you feel sexy, powerful; and you had nowhere to wear it, so it had lived its life mostly stuffed in the back of your closet. 

“Oh, I put it there,” Taehyung says, nonchalantly, as if he’s discussing the weather. “I was going through your closet to see if there were some things you could donate to that shifter that you healed two nights ago and found it crumpled on the floor. It was too beautiful to leave in that condition.”

Fighting the urge to sigh, you instead fix him with a glare. 

“Oh? So you were aware it needed a hanger,” you grumble, though there’s no heat in your tone. “And what am I supposed to do with it now? It’s not very practical to wear for healing,” scoffing, you nod towards the dress. 

“I disagree,” Taehyung sniffs, placing the garment on the hanger before laying it down on the bed delicately, smoothing it over with a palm. “I think the sight of you in that dress could be healing in more ways than you could imagine.” 

Suddenly, the air in the room was stifling and you forget how words work, instead just blankly staring at the demon on your bed. He looks up at you, the slightest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips, and before you can formulate a response, a loud sound interrupts from the other room. 

“HEY! Lucky, you asshole, I’m trying to walk!” Jin yells, clearly fighting a battle with the cat in the foyer of the apartment. “Where is everyone, anyway?”

“In here!” you call out, moving to grab the dress off the bed and put it in the closet before the angel sees. You’re not sure why you feel the need to hide it from him, but the last thing you need is him doing something to embarrass you - especially after Taehyung managed to fluster you so thoroughly. 

Jin bumps the door open with his hip, his arms full of plastic bags, various groceries sticking out of each. “These are the groceries I owe you after eating all your last ones,” he announces, eyes scanning the scene he’s walked into. “I want it to be known for the record.”

“Hi, Jin!” your demon roommate greets, moving to stand. “Want me to put these away for you? I was just finishing up laundry.”

Jin’s gaze slides over to you, and you do your best to ignore the pointed question he was daggering into your skull, instead answering for him. “That would be great, Tae. Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you, Tae,” Jin echos, sliding the bags easily into the blonde’s arms. “We’ll  meet you out there in a second.” 

You’re about to mouth off about how Jin isn’t your father and he doesn’t get to order anyone around, least of all you- but Taehyung is already acquiescing, leaving the bedroom with the soft click of the door.

“So, he folds your laundry for you now, too? What’s next, he gets your dry cleaning? On Wednesdays, are you going to drink wine and do face masks?”

Tsking, you cross your arms. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jin. We both know I don’t have dry cleaning, and face masks are part of Smut and Skincare Sundays.”

This time, the angel doesn’t hide his annoyance in his glare.

“Come on, you know what I mean. I get why you haven’t kicked him out, but…” he sighs, plopping himself on the edge of your mattress. “What are you doing? What is he doing? What’s the end goal here?”

It’s what you’ve been asking yourself these last few weeks, and yet you’re no closer to coming to answer now than you were before. All you know is that you enjoy having him around, and something about the unreadable lanky demon being nearby gives you a sense of peace you haven’t felt since before becoming a Fallen. A feeling of comfort, of safety - and you’re terrified of losing it. 

“I don’t know, Jin. I just know that I don’t mind having him around,” you avoid his eyes, instead rounding the bed to finish putting away the clothes. “It’s nice having help with the healings, especially with the late night calls. You know I don’t like being alone here.”

You leave the other piece unsaid - that you don’t like being alone, at all. That Taehyung’s warm, infectious laughter and mischievous charm added light back into your once dark, monotonous days. That it felt like he belonged there - but that you have no idea how he feels, at all. 

The silence is heavy, as if Jin could read your mind, but if he does he doesn’t say anything, instead letting loose a breath. “Yeah, I know. I get it. I’m not trying to be a hard ass or anything, but I am trying to look out for you.” 

“I know.”

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt,”

“I know that, too.”

“At least promise me you’ll talk to him about what his plans are? If he intends on staying here indefinitely, or…” Jin pauses then, as if he doesn’t want to even go down the route. “Whatever. But promise me you’ll discuss it?”

He reaches out then, stopping you in your tracks until you meet his eyes. There’s no longer any annoyance there, just genuine concern, but for some reason that doesn’t make you feel any more at ease. 

“Yes, Dad,” you tease, shaking your hand free with a grin. “I promise I’ll talk to him. But it’s certainly not going to be in front of you, so it’ll have to wait for tonight.” 

“Fair enough,” Jin moves to stand, reaching for your door. “Just make it soon, okay?”

He closes the door behind him, and you hear his voice joining Taehyung’s in the kitchen, giving you a moment to collect your thoughts. Why are you so scared to talk to Taehyung? It has nothing to do with his status as a demon, something you barely noticed outside of his beauty; you could tell he was a genuine being, regardless of his beginnings. And he’s easy enough to talk to, has been nothing but a perfect gentleman of a roommate. 

It’s easy to tell yourself that it’s because it’ll be an awkward conversation, one that has the potential to make him feel awkward as well, something that you don’t want in the least. But if you’re honest - truly, deeply honest - it’s because you’re scared that he will leave, and you’re not sure that you want that at all, anymore. 

Actually, you know you don’t want that anymore.

The answer seems simple enough, then - have the discussion, ask him to stay. 

But why does the thought of asking him make you feel like you’re swallowing glass?

“You better come out here if you want to help pick dinner!” Jin yells, and shakes you from your thoughts. 

Joining them in the kitchen, you see they made quick work of putting away the groceries, leaving the counters clear with the exception of a few paper take-out menus. 

“Grocery shopping exhausts me,” Jin explains, nodding towards the array of menus. “It’s my treat, just let me know what sounds good and I’ll go pick it up. I promised Tae I’d stay for a movie.” 

After settling on a local Thai place, Jin calls in the order before heading out, demanding that you both are on movie selection duty in his absence. 

Plopping yourself onto the couch, Taehyung joins you, sitting side by side so close that your thighs are pressed together. Ignoring the building heat his proximity brings, you quickly grab the remote, scrolling through various streaming options trying to settle on something that you’d all like. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Taehyung interrupts, voice low.

“Of course.”

“Do you ever wonder what life would be like if things were different?”

Tearing your eyes from the TV, you focus on his ethereal face illuminated in the flickering light of the screen, on the intensity in his eyes. He looks distant; his gaze still bright, but more serious than usual, more lost. 

“What do you mean, Tae?”

He sighs, a mixture of resignation and something more. “I mean, what if I wasn’t a demon? What if I hadn’t been injured, or it had happened in another district with a different healer? What if you hadn’t Fallen? Would our paths still have crossed?”

His eyes are a bright cerulean blaze, more solemn than you’ve ever seen him before, and it has you frozen in place. It feels like he’s asking you something much bigger, much more vulnerable than he’s letting on, and it makes your throat tighten. 

Meeting his stare, you reach for him, taking one of his hands into your own. “I believe that some connections are meant to happen, regardless of the circumstances,” you reply, hoping he could hear the sincerity in your tone. “We could have made different decisions, but ultimately, our souls found each other and brought us together.” 

It’s then you realize just how close you are, how close his face is to your own, how his body is pressed up against every inch of your side. The intimacy of your words and your bodies has you feeling exposed, and yet you can’t seem to pull away. 

Taehyung’s gaze meets yours, his eyes shimmering with emotion. “You really think that? That some connections are destined?”

“Of course I do,” you nod, and his answering smile is almost blinding. Sliding his hand away from yours, he instead launches into a hug, pulling you to his chest. 

“Thank you for saying that. You really have a way with words, you know,” Taehyung murmurs, nuzzling his face into your neck. “You have no idea how much peace your presence brings me, Angel. It’s something that I thought I’d lost forever.” 

His words have your heart squeezing painfully in your chest, your tongue thick with the things you want to say. You’re even more affirmed in your decision to ask him to stay, pulling out of his embrace to do just that, when a loud knock at the door startles you both. 

“Hello? Is this where the Fallen healer lives?” a male voice calls out, one you don’t recognize. “Please, I just need some healing - are you home? Hello?”

Moving to open the door, you wait until you hear Taehyung follow in step behind you before answering. Leaving the chain lock in place, you open the door enough to peer into the hall. “Yes, how can I help?” 

A demon stands there – the tiny horns barely visible in his dark hair – black like his wrinkled suit. He was dressed like he either just left some sleazy bar or was on the way to one, though based on the stale whisky scent emanating from him, you’d guess both. 

He gives a low whistle, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin crawl. “Damn, they didn’t mention how pretty you are, just that you were the closest healer. If I wasn’t so hungover, I might try to shoot my shot, but at the present, I-” 

“Nevermind, I’m not home,” you deadpan, moving to close the door, when the demon's foot stops it from shutting completely. 

“Please, wait! I’m sorry, you’re right, that was rude of me–” he starts frantically, clearly not wanting you to leave. “Listen, I’m just really, painfully hungover, and I have a big meeting I have to get to with some guys that I do not want to piss off and I was hoping you could help me out a bit. I just need a little healing, and then I’ll be out of your hair.” His hands wring together, and you notice how much his teeth are working his bottom lip, the tinges of his fear evident despite his bravado.

Glaring at him, you sigh heavily before peering over your shoulder to lock eyes with Taehyung. If all he needed was a little hangover cure, it should be simple enough of a healing without taking too much of your energy, and then he could be on his way. Easy enough. When your demon gives you a reassuring nod, you turn back to the stranger. 

“Fine, a quick healing, and then you leave me alone.” 

“Yes, of course! Thank you, seriously,” he continues, pausing as you unlatch the chain and open the door to let him inside. “I really appreciate it.” 

Standing in the entryway, it’s once he closes the door behind himself that the stranger finally notices Taehyung, eyes narrowing. “What’s another demon doing here?”

“He helps me,” you reply, giving the same simple answer you give anytime the question is asked by a creature looking for your services. At the end of the day, it’s none of their business who he is and why he is with you, and the less information given, the better. “We’ll do the healing down the hall.”

Moving to get your supplies, you go to show him to your workspace but he’s still paused, glaring at Taehyung. 

“What, he helps you, you help him, that kinda thing?” he sneers, speaking to you but still only looking at Tae. “Can’t say I blame him, you really are a looker. I bet you’re really fun to play with.”

Temper snapping at his words, you spin on your heel to point to the door. “That’s it, you’re done. Get out.” 

Before the demon can utter a reply, Taehyung is in his face, as if he was waiting for your unspoken signal to spring into action. Holding him in place with a fist in his suit jacket collar, he shakes the demon once, walking him backwards toward the door. “You heard her. Leave now, and do not return.” 

“Come on! Can’t you take a little joke?” the asshole shouts, any pretense of niceties fully falling away. “It’s just a quick healing, you sensitive bitch!” 

You can feel the change in the atmosphere when Taehyung tenses, his form seemingly trembling with restraint as his pupils blow out until his eyes are black. “You’re going to regret that,” he murmurs, a sinister smirk on his lips.

A bright light has you covering your eyes, slowly blinking until you can make out the form of Jin, his wings fully spread and an angelic dagger in tow.  The Thai food was still in bags in his other hand, Jin clearly returning from his trip only to walk into a different kind of battle.

Dropping the bags by the door, he saunters into the room.

“He’s right, you will regret that,” Jin says, voice even, “but you’re going to have to deal with me now, instead.” 

Plucking the demon out of Taehyung’s hold, Jin tugs him into a headlock, placing the blade at the bottom of his throat before turning toward the door. “Taehyung, why don’t you make sure our girl here is all taken care of while I take care of the trash, will you?” 

He waits for Taehyung’s nod, and then Jin looks at you. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you affirm, stepping closer to Taehyung. 

“I’ll come check on you guys later.” He nods, and then he’s out the door, a bright light streaming through the cracks as it closes. 

And then, it’s just the two of you.

Taehyung immediately springs into action, arms sliding around your shoulders as he guides you to the couch, draping a blanket around you once you settle. Despite your assurances that you’re fine, he continues his task, moving next into the kitchen to put the take out in the oven to keep warm before putting the kettle on for tea. Finally, he searches through the newly stocked pantry for a sugary snack, something that will appeal to your sweet tooth. 

“What sounds better, sour gummy bears, or those nerd cluster things?”

“Sour gummy bears, please,”

Soon, the coffee table before you has a cup of hot honey lavender tea and a little bowl of sour gummies, and Taehyung is settling beside you, reaching for the remote to find something to put on TV. You feel cozy snuggled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you and your overly affectionate demon beside you, and it’s then that you realize just how comforted you really feel.

Effortlessly, without you realizing, Taehyung knew what to do to soothe you, knew the actions that would bring you peace after something stressful had happened. He didn’t need to be asked, or told – just sprang into action to support you, asking for nothing in return. There was only one other person who had done that for you, even before becoming Fallen, and that was Jin. 

The thought has your heart thrumming in your chest.

Pressing play on some vampire show, he then leans back on the couch, pulling you with him until you’re resting cuddled into his chest. “Is this okay?” he asks, eyes questioning. “If it’s too much, I can go get some pillows instead.”

It’s his thoughtfulness that finally breaks you, has tears welling in your eyes as you stare into his depthless gaze.  You can’t hold it back anymore, the question you were going to ask, and you blurt it out before you can doubt yourself. 

“Taehyung, will you live with me?”

 His eyes widen in surprise, and you feel your stomach drop, scrambling to explain. “I don’t know what your plans are, or how long you wanted to stay here… But I’ve come to realize that I really, really like having you around, and I don’t want you to go. So I wanted to ask, would you stay here with me?”

The surprise in his gaze fades, leaving behind wonderment, adoration. 

“You want me to stay?”

Not trusting your voice, this time, you just nod, giving him a watery smile.

Taehyung scoops you up, practically pulling you into his lap and  immediately wrapping you into a big hug, squeezing you so hard your lungs fight for air. “Yes! Yes, I’d love to stay with you.” 

A deep chuckle reverberates in his chest, and you can’t help but join in, his laughter and joy infectious as he crushes you. “No one has ever asked me to stay before.” 

You go to pull away, to move back to your spot on the couch and to continue this conversation, but Taehyung’s arms lock you in place, holding you to him. 

Brow furrowing,  you go to question him, but then his mouth is on yours.

The kiss is electric, sizzling down your spine and through your veins until you’re dizzy, until you’re consumed in nothing but the feeling of him and his mouth moving against yours. You’re drunk with it, on the precipice, and when his tongue licks at the seam of your lips, you let him tumble into your mouth, salvation be damned. 

“Well, what do we have going on here?”

Jin's voice startles you both, interrupting the kiss. Breathing heavy, you go to slide off Taehyung’s lap, but he is having none of it; instead tucking you in closer and giving the angel a proud grin. Rolling your eyes, you stay put, working to get your heart back to a normal rate. 

“I would say I’m surprised about the whole kissing thing, but I’m not,” he continues, moving fully into the living room to face you both. “However, could you tell me why in the hell you were both glowing?”

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic #demon taehyung #demon au #taehyung scenario #bts fanfic #kth fics #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #my writing #fic: static voice pt 2 #fic: sv #overly affectionate demon

[oceanwithouthermoon]

the way some people in this fandom are convinced that saiki kusuo is an emotionless robot is sooo funny to me

seen so many posts being like "u guys r mischaracterizing kusuo by making him be affectionate toward his partner and friends >:c" ??? WHAT ???

its not mischaracterization you dinguses.. he shows affection with words a lot in the series, and the entire series happens BEFORE he accepts that hes allowed to love and have friends.. so literally what makes you think he would be totally apathetic towards a romantic partner or to his friends further in the future??

"stop making him cry in fan media he would never do that >:v" WHAT ARE YOU ON BRO HE LITERALLY CRIES IN THE SERIES... just because sometimes there are situations other people think he WOULD cry in and you dont agree, doesnt mean its mischaracterization, it just means you interpreted kusuos relationship with the situation or the situation itself a little differently ?

i once read a comment that had a lot of people agreeing under it that said he would never cry in front of his partner and wouldnt cry if his brother DIED and wouldnt cry if he got BROKEN UP WITH? im genuinely convinced that some people in this fandom are so far up their asses that they genuinely believe kusuo is like an abusive boyfriend tf is wrong with yall

#ive said this before and i'll say it again #you guys dont understand that EVEN SOMEONE LIKE SAIKI still needs to communicate his feelings in order to have successful relationships!! #if he had a partner and was ENTIRELY apathetic toward them he would get called an asshole and immediately broken up with #because why tf would he date someone if he didnt care ? yall dumb as fuck #i think the problem is that people think his apathy is super genuine but his apathetic before comes from TWO things #1) his autism traits and 2) his TSUNDERE traits #his powers obviously tie in but thats because of his trauma.. they tie in with everything about him #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo #meows post #meownalysis

[blursedpuyoedits]

dinguses (affectionate)

yeah another hyperfixation post (explodes)

#blursedpuyoedits #mod ayashii #puyo puyo #disgaea #kaitou joker #azure striker gunvolt #gunvolt #rhythm thief #strange klug #mao disgaea #phantom r #vrrrrrr (vibrates) werrrrrrr dinguses

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Typical Morning

A/N - Just a small fluffy fic of the twins being dinguses in the morning. Please enjoy.

Word Count: 519

"Go get him," Emmet pet the large dragon-type on the back, before giving her a big pat.

The Subway was closed today as there was a major migration of Drilbur and Excadrill coming through the Nimbasa area, and in the event of a breach in the subway tunnels, Ingo and Emmet scheduled for the subways to be closed for the next three days. Safety of both pokemon and humans was their utmost priority.

The bedroom door opened with a creak, a messy haired Ingo stepping out, trailed by his yawning Chandelure.

"Good morning," Ingo grumbled, raising a hand limply. Unlike Emmet, Ingo was not a morning person. He normally woke up two hours later than Emmet on a day off, valuing his sleep more than most things in life. "Oh, hello."

Haxorus rammed him into the wall and lifted him up, his socked feet dangling. Ingo stared at his Haxorus as she lifted him up beneath his arms. He lifted an eyebrow as she pressed her forehead against his, a deep purr sounding from her throat.

"Good morning, my dear," Ingo was smiling with his eyes, which greatly excited the dragon. She smacked her tail against the floor aggressively, which had Ingo thanking past him and Emmet for choosing a ground floor apartment. With how aggressively affectionate some of their pokemon were, the twins knew that if they had neighbors beneath them, they would be in trouble.

"What're you doing? Quit it," Ingo let out a laugh as her long tongue licked his face and neck, scraping against his stubbled chin and cheeks. He scrunched up his neck but couldn't do too much as he was surrounded by her two axe-like horns on the sides of her face. "I know you're happy to see me, but you're tickling me. Wait...no, ew. Stop."

Haxorus let out a rumble as Ingo winced back, spitting, and sputtering as she had accidentally licked him too close to his mouth. Taking offense to his fake gagging, she dropped him. Thankfully, Chandelure was watching, so she managed to catch him with a Psychic before he landed on his butt.

"Rude," Ingo grumbled, folding his arms in front of his chest as he glared up at Haxorus, floating a foot above the ground. She responded with a toothy grin, before turning around and running back to the couch.

"Haxorus, no!" Emmet's eyes widened as she lunged onto the couch, tipping it over and launching him across the room. Chandelure, being the attentive saint she is, dropped Ingo and used Psychic to catch a falling Emmet. She chimed happily as he dangled upside down, weightlessly.

"Good girl," Ingo patted Chandelure before walking over to his younger brother. He bent over, looking him in the eye. Ingo wore a rare smirk, loving his brother’s current position. "Want pancakes? I'm feeling pancakes."

"I guess," Emmet let out a laugh. "Need help?"

"Sure," Ingo shrugged, then snapped his fingers. Chandelure released Emmet at the sound, dropping the man on his head as the ghost-type trailed her best friend. "Grab me some flour and chocolate chips, Emmet. I have a craving."

#submas #ingo and emmet #Ingo #Emmet #nobori #kudari #pokemon

[miliabyntite]

reading today’s v & j and VIBRATING WITH ANXIETY (affectionate)

for those i have not yet shoved the info at, please go here and scroll down to either buy this book or sign up for the emails and devour the archive OR both

- epistolary historical fiction with magic!

- gender fuckery! many queer dinguses!

- hot older women

#the scandalous letters of v and j #there's much more but i'm too hot to think of words #love this book very much

[retphienix]

A moment as I procrastinate actually playing the game to gush about fun stuff.

THE TRAGEDY! MORGANA REACHING OUT AS WELL! THE WAY JOKER LOOKS LIKE A TOTAL FAILURE OF A DORK HERE!

ADORATION, ALL THE ADORATION!

I won't lie, I spent most of this scene thinking "Damn, I want to wear one. I want to be Yusuke here. They all look so pretty and I want one."

I know others will disagree as this is literally a beach swinsuit photo etc, but the best part of this is Yusuke in the background.

I fucking love his beach gettup in every summer scene and the girls chillaxing to the max with some watermelon slices is cute and great and what not- but Yusuke being in the background making an OVER THE TOP sandcastle like he's in that one sand castle episode of Rocket Power which only comes to mind and shows my age because I allowed myself to say "Chillaxing to the max" is grand!

WHY IS HE WEARING A CIRCLE FLOAT WHILE MAKING IT?? I LOVE HIM.

And I loved this scene because Ann and Makoto really did a great job bringing Futaba out of her shell a touch to enjoy it all :)

One of my all time favorite photos tbh :)

Ryuji, Ann, and Joker all being fuckin' perfect here :)

Didn't Yusuke buy this mask? God I love these idiots.

Ryuji is such a child and the fact Yusuke takes this prank interaction and you know behind that mask he's moderately stunned, but then immediately thinking "Hmm, this mask carries such an intense emotion; And the style, so unexpected and foreign to my own!" and then buys it and adores it- I love the fucker's adoration of literally all things people create and all we don't in his pursuit of beauty.

This post is becoming Yusuke gushing and he ain't even my favorite character, but he draws the reaction outta me so I guess it's fair :P

I like that Mishima is in this one because I like his character and it's nice he gets to be involved in one of the photos :)

!!!!!!

Every time I see this one I get stoked :) Ann in pure bliss, Joker catching a glimpse of the camera and offering only a side smile as he continues enjoying his meal, Morgana has such a special contentment to his stare- it's just like he's fully enjoying this moment with buds without a care in the world which isn't like his usual self since he tries to play the mentor as often as he can.

And Ryuji just makes me smile in this one :) "We did it! Mighta thought we couldn't, but we did! Hell yeah to me and my friends! >:)"

Nerds Dorks Brats Fools Dinguses Idiots (affectionate) <3

#Persona #Persona 5 #P5 #P5R #Persona 5 Royal #RetPlays

[dannystattoo]

Pinterest keeps recommending these really old GVF candid photos and I love it, because I’m like “ah yes, at the end of the day, you’re just like me - dinguses (affectionate) from the Midwest”

#Greta van fleet

[klugpuuo]

https://tumblr.com/blursedpuyoedits/dinguses-affectionate-yeah-another/

there!

Ohh i have that guy blocked and they blocked me so that why I couldn't see the post

#also it says the post was deleted even on anonymous kode...

[sailing-through-hawkins]

putting a pin in a daydream

✧ written for 'pin' ✧ word count: 388 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: none ✧ tags: stobin being stobin, eddie having horny thoughts ✧ @steddiemicrofic ~\(≧▽≦)/~✧

If there's one thing Eddie has learned about Robin-and-Steve/Steve-and-Robin, it's that their conversations are like a bottomless pit. Trying to find the source, or what's holding the structure together or how this led to that, it's like tying a rope around your waist and being lowered into the abyss. There's just no end or beginning in sight.

"I could be a pin-up girl!"

Eddie chokes as he walks past, coughing out his water with a weak thump to his chest. Steve pats his back, doesn't even glance his way, and Eddie tries to ignore the sparks lighting up in his -

"Oh yeah?" Robin says, rolling her eyes. "And what would I be, your stage set? The flower vase in the background? Tree number four?"

Steve's nose wrinkles so cutely at the remark and Eddie doesn't bother pretending he's not listening anymore. Especially when Steve's eyes go wide and he snaps his finger, his own little 'aha' moment. "We could both be pin-ups!"

The very thought of Steve in a magazine, ready to be ripped out, oh, he could be wearing Eddie's vest -

"Ew, what?"

"Think about it," Steve says triumphantly and Eddie absolutely is. "Me for the guy-likers, you for the girl-likers!"

Robin actually considers it. "What about the no-one-likers?"

Steve scrunches his brow, then shrugs. "A cooking page? Baking? Crochet? I don't know, there's something for everyone."

"Could have," Eddie says hoarsely, clearing out his throat when two pairs of eyes snap to him. "Could have lots of educational shit on there."

"See, Eddie gets it," Steve says, his hand still on Eddie's back, rubbing up and down soothingly, warmly, sweetly -

"Whatever," Robin scoffs. "I bet I'd be put up on more walls than you."

"I'd take that bet," Steve grins and Eddie's mind is flooded with the image of that grin plastered all over his bedroom, one as a firefighter, another as a knight, maybe even one as a rockstar's groupie, laying down in his bed and -

"Oh yeah," says Steve, looking over at Eddie with a bemused smile. "Why'd you stop by anyways, Eds?"

"Just, uh..." he swallows. "Don't remember, actually."

"Ah, hate it when that happens." Steve pats his back sympathetically and takes his hand away, Eddie's skin crying out for the warmth again.

"Yeah," Eddie exhales, mentally slapping himself. "My brain, man."

#sailor✧writes #steddie #writing #microfic #steddiemicrofic #the dinguses (affectionate) #this is a SUPER late entry oof #hope it's good though #i tend to default to eddie having Thoughts about steve when i struggle to write whoops

[star-felled]

NOW INTRODUCING FLUFFY (bede) AND SHADOW (allister) THE HOUSE CATS . fluffy is staring at a bug on the wall . shadows favorite hobbies are napping, running around screaming at 3 am, being an incomprehensible eldritch creature, and hacking up furballs he gets from obsessively grooming fluffy all the time. also, fluffy has a short tail. sometimes he looks like a bunny with short ears if you look at him from the right angle.

i hope these dinguses (affectionate) please you ^_^

WAAAUUGHHHH CUTE ‼️‼️‼️ posted b4 i could say anything but i LOVE THEM

#submission #Submission #eto's inbox #inbox art!

[isleofancients]

"to prove it would work on Dŵr, as I understand it." they hesitate to answer the other part of the question, instead adding to the Offering, as they give that hand a gentle squeeze, "I'd like to work on maybe being able to communicate with you, Offering. I was thinking morse code might be helpful, since i can't see your hands clearly enough for sign. I might be able to teach you, if you'd like to learn."

"to start off, maybe something simpler, like yes, and no. one tap for no, two for yes." because two for 'yes' instead of 'no,' meant then an interrupted 'no' could never be mistaken for a 'yes.' "I think you'd be a quick student, and I still remember most it from having taught someone before. would you be willing to work with me on that?"

"...and please, don't mistake me. I was spooked earlier, but I'm not afraid you'll hurt me. you've been very helpful, and very supportive. I just thought that maybe your reaction to Q was like Aiden's and Umbra's- due to memories of his alternate. and I found myself afraid that I'd be trying to play keep away over Dŵr, with someone who so easily sidesteps reality.

"and since I barely took a step, before you'd crossed the entire room, and well-" a soft sound, "the syringes of tranqs to his face were effective? they just caught me off guard. and kind of proved how hard you'd be to dodge."

...that still leaves one question to answer, then. okay. "mostly, it takes parts from itself," they admit, thus, admittedly with some reluctance, "from bones, to teeth, to organs- and at least once I think, part of its own brain. it seems to either have a great deal extra, or else be able to regenerate very well. and no, my emerald, I don't know if that applies to souls as well. I'm sorry. maybe you can ask for yourself, if it will agree to learn."

"just. keep in mind that it grows very hurt if it's gifts aren't appreciated for exactly what they are. the Offering gives of itself, love. offers of itself. if not by helping, then in a very literal sense."

It can nod and shake its head (and flip people off in multitudes) but being able to actually communicate would be useful...

The Offering squeezes your hand in its normal unfeeling manner.

Twice.

"We're definitely gonna have a talk about that nonsense." Green huffs, continuing the scritch. "I know enough self sacrificing dinguses-"

He looks at you with soft eyes, gently nudging.

"Affectionate, of course- that we don't need to add a literal one."

[lodgeical]

@dinguses​​​​​ ​​ ⠀⠀⠀( ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜   cat )   ⠀⠀⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀✦

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀veronica⠀⠀⠀found⠀⠀⠀her⠀⠀⠀outfit⠀⠀⠀to⠀⠀⠀be⠀⠀⠀quite⠀⠀⠀fetching,⠀⠀⠀but⠀⠀⠀learned⠀⠀⠀it⠀⠀⠀was⠀⠀⠀unsuitable⠀⠀⠀for⠀⠀⠀the⠀⠀⠀current⠀⠀⠀weather.⠀⠀⠀she⠀⠀⠀takes⠀⠀⠀the⠀⠀⠀offered⠀⠀⠀jacket⠀⠀⠀from⠀⠀⠀cat,⠀⠀⠀and⠀⠀⠀though⠀⠀⠀it⠀⠀⠀isn't⠀⠀⠀quite⠀⠀⠀her⠀⠀⠀style,⠀⠀⠀it's⠀⠀⠀still⠀⠀⠀greatly⠀⠀⠀appreciated.⠀⠀⠀"thank⠀⠀⠀you,⠀⠀⠀cattie-kins,"⠀⠀⠀she⠀⠀⠀goes⠀⠀⠀to⠀⠀⠀pinch⠀⠀⠀the⠀⠀⠀other⠀⠀⠀girl's⠀⠀⠀cheek⠀⠀⠀affectionately,⠀⠀⠀"i⠀⠀⠀don't⠀⠀⠀know⠀⠀⠀where⠀⠀⠀i'd⠀⠀⠀be⠀⠀⠀without⠀⠀⠀you.⠀⠀⠀other⠀⠀⠀than⠀⠀⠀freezing⠀⠀⠀to⠀⠀⠀death."

#i care them <3 #WRITING. #V. ST. #dinguses

[gayazrael]

Sith Power Couple 💓: who initiates most physical contact? ❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private? ♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

ask me about my OTPs and I’ll love you forever

💓: who initiates most physical contact?

In general, it’s usually Vitya. He’s incredibly physically demonstrative about his feelings towards his wife, and he’s a fairly tactile person in general, so he’s the one to reach out to hold Shirenne’s hand or wrap an arm around her shoulder or touch her butt in front of the rest of the Dark Council because he’s a little shit. He’s also just more of an open book in general than she is, so outside of moments of intense passion, he tends to instigate the softer touches.

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

In public, again, Vitya. He is very pleased by/proud of the fact that he’s married this beautiful grump, and he wants everyone to know it. It also solves potential problems like that one time Andronikos inexplicably started coming on to Shirenne, because it means there is no possible confusion whatsoever as to whether or not she’s available.

In private, they’re pretty much equal on this front, and it’s disgustingly sweet and I love it. In the rare moments when they have quiet time just with one another, they’ll both cuddle up and kiss and touch and generally just love on each other in equal measure.

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

As far as big romantic gestures... honestly, neither of them is particularly open about that. Shit, it took both of them nearly dying for either of them to even say “I love you” because they’re dinguses. Vitya might go for being a melodramatic Gentleman™ (holding doors open, kissing her hand, etc) every so often, but I feel like most of it falls more under the category above of just gestures of affection, rather than Romance™. They’d both rather just chill out on the ship than go on a regular date, and Shirenne’s too practical for gifts like flowers and the like to be particularly charming. 

As far as romantic ideas, though, I honestly think they’re about equal, and neither of them is terribly secretive about it. They started openly musing on straight-up ruling the universe together at one point, which is probably the most romantic thing they’ve ever discussed. Y’know, for a given measure of them. They’ve also agreed with equal enthusiasm that they really really want to get a small home somewhere on Alderaan where they can just chill out from time to time, far from all the nonsense back on Dromund Kaas. Maybe let the Wrath babysit any children they end up having, etc.

#tHANK YOU <333 #otp: thunderstruck #luxanna banana