#they’re all so fruity jesus

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: paul breaks up with human!reader after shifting only to imprint on her the next time he sees her. 

warnings: smut at the end, paul being a soft-ish dom bc he feels bad, implies that reader is drinking and/or smoking weed in the beginning (reader and paul are both 21+ in this!!)

notes: cassie from “hot head” makes an appearance in this lol

word count: 3.68k

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you had been dating your now ex-boyfriend paul lahote for nearly 3 years when he spontaneously broke up with you one gloomy tuesday morning over text. it came out of nowhere and he didn’t offer much of an explanation aside from the fact that he needed space from you to clear his head and focus on himself. 

as one would expect, you didn’t take it very well and spent the next 48 hours inside your apartment attempting to numb all your emotions with any kind of substance you could get your hands on. by some grace of god, you’d managed to resist the urge to make a fool of yourself and show up at paul’s place and bitch him out. 

after about 2 days of wallowing in your sorrows, your friends had managed to convince you to go out with them, saying going out for drinks and some dancing would be good for you to get your mind off him for a while.

so you (very begrudgingly) went with. your friends had dressed you up in a pair of daisy dukes and a borderline lingerie lace top before agreeing you were going to be the best-looking person at the club.

once you guys got to the club, you and your friend cassie had taken a seat at the bar while the rest of your friends immediately got out on the dance floor after all of you took your first shot of the night together, “you feeling okay?” she asked softly, offering you a sad smile, knowing how much pain you were in.

you shrugged, taking a sip of the fruity drink cassie had ordered you just a few minutes prior, “i guess.” you responded, not particularly interested in delving into your feelings over the whole thing, knowing you’d just end up being a mess if you talked about it for too long.

she nodded, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, “well i can stay with you tomorrow if you want some company. i’m not working or anything.” she offered and you nodded, happy to have someone with you so you could at least try and numb your mind for a little while.

“that would be great.” you responded softly. you quickly changed the topic to the new guy she had been seeing, talking about him for a good 30 minutes or so while you let the alcohol kick in. the conversation didn’t last much longer though because you spotted jared cameron entering the club out of the corner of your eye.

you had only spoken with him a few times but knew he was one of the people in paul’s new group of people. cassie seemed to notice too and she let out a groan, “you’ve gotta be kidding me.” she whined, both of you looking over to see none other than paul lahote walk in a few moments later, looking arguably more miserable than you at the moment. 

the two of you made eye contact for a brief second before you pulled your gaze away, looking back over to cassie who was grumbling something about going over there and starting a fight, “jesus christ does he ever stop staring?” she groaned and you couldn’t help the giggle you let out when you realized she was talking about paul who was apparently burning holes in the side of your head with the way he was staring at you. 

“oh fuck they’re coming over let’s move-” she started, quickly hopping off the barstool and grabbing your hand, tugging you into the crowd of people on the dancefloor. 

you giggled, the alcohol helping you feel way better about the situation, and happy to know paul looked more hung up over it than you were, “where are they?” cassie asked, both of you spinning around to try and find out where all the boys had moved to.

you couldn’t really see anyone so you just shrugged, “we should totally go back to the bar and make them miserable.” she said suddenly and you couldn’t help the giggles that spilled over your lips at the idea, loving the idea of taking some of the power back and making paul grovel.

cassie grabbed your hand, tugging you back to the bar so the two of you could take seats at the barstools, “more shots?” she asked you and you giggled, nodding as she ordered 2 more shots for the two of you. 

as the two of you took another shot, you saw embry call coming over with a smile on his face. you’d always been fond of him and you knew cassie had a massive crush on him so he was somewhat welcome company. you made sure to remind yourself that he was one of the people that had presumably encouraged paul to break-up with you as he got over to the two of you. 

“y/n! cassie!” embry exclaimed, pulling you into an awkward hug from your seated spot on the barstool, “how are you? i heard about everything.” he asked softly, squeezing you extra tight for a moment before releasing you so you could respond to him. 

“‘m okay.” you explained, offering him a small smile, “i miss him but i’m okay.” you clarified, doing your best to not let your emotions get the best of you, figuring that paul was within earshot even though you couldn’t see him. 

“did he tell you anything?” cassie asked embry, impatiently waiting for his response as she ordered yet another round of shots for all 3 of you. 

embry shrugged, “i think he regrets it if that helps anything. probably gonna come over here and talk with you soon just as a heads-up though.” he explained and you and cassie both burst into a fit of giggles over how stupid it was.

“are you serious? he broke up with me over text and immediately regrets it 2 days later? that is the most paul lahote decision i’ve ever heard of.” you giggled, rolling your eyes at the stupidity of the whole thing. embry just chuckled, nodding in agreement. 

“tell me about it.” he rolled his eyes, “make him beg for it though, would you?” he asked teasingly and you nodded, pulling him into a hug before letting him go so he could hug cassie. 

cassie was beaming at you over his shoulder, “you mind if i steal cassie for a dance?” embry asked you teasingly and you shook your head, smiling at the two of them.

“‘course not. have fun cassie.” you giggled when she smiled at you, quickly taking embry’s hand and dragging him onto the dancefloor. 

you relaxed against the bar, sipping at your drink as you patiently waited for paul to get the nerve to come over and talk to you. considering how cocky he normally was, you expect the wait to be much shorter than it actually ended up being.

about 10 minutes later you saw him get up and head over to you, only taking a few moments before he was standing in front of you, “paul,” you said casually, looking up at him as you sipped at your drink.

“i’m sorry.” he said softly, eyes softening as he scanned your features. 

you sighed, not particularly interested in caving so quickly, “you’re sorry?” you asked nonchalantly, stirring your drink as you waited for him to respond. 

he nodded, “really sorry.” he said softly and you giggled, shaking your head at him as you set your drink down on the bar behind you, grabbing your phone to pull up the text he had sent you 2 days prior.

“you said, and i quote, ‘i know this isn’t what you want to hear but i can’t have you talking to me ever again. i’m not good for you and need to focus on myself.’” you read the text before locking your phone and setting it back on the bar as you waited for his response.

he looked like a deer caught in headlights, clearly not sure what to do, “so you break up with me, over text might i add, after dating me for 3 years, and then change your mind less than 3 days later and expect me to just take you back? do you think i have zero self-respect or something?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him, allowing him a moment to think about his response.

he sighed, “can you come back to my place? i promise i can explain-” he started and you shook your head, not having any interest in going back to his place.

“i’m not going anywhere with you lahote.” you rolled your eyes, “and fucking me isn’t gonna make me magically change my mind about how i feel about you spontaneously breaking up with me after a 3-year relationship.” you added casually, grabbing your drink to take another sip of it.

he sighed again, “i’m not trying to fuck you. i promise - i just - please? i can explain if you just come with me.” he said, sounding more desperate and frustrated than you’d ever really seen him before.

you couldn’t deny the way your heart was tugging at you, begging you to go with him, “fine.” you conceded, “but i swear to god if you put your hands on me when we get there i’m leaving.” you added, grabbing your phone and hopping off the barstool to go to his car.

“i won’t.” he reassured, he followed you out to his car, only placing his hand on your lower back for a moment to help guide you through the crowd of people before removing it.

once you got into the car and he started driving back to his place, you broke the silence, “so what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, looking over at him, the alcohol giving you a little more courage to be bolder with him than you normally would’ve been, “like seriously? a text paul? we dated for 3 years and you break up with me over text?” you added and he just sighed.

“‘m sorry it was a mistake.” he explained softly, clearly doing his best to not add fuel to your fire.

“‘s a fuckin’ dumb idea is what it was.” you grumbled, leaning away from him so you could rest your head against the window as he pulled up to his apartment complex. 

lucky for you, he shared an apartment with embry who was still at the club so it sounded like you two would have the space to yourselves to duke it out.

the walk into his apartment was silent, you only breaking the silence once paul had closed the door behind him, “this better be a good explanation.” you said, leaning up against the island in his kitchen as you looked him up and down dramatically.

he sighed, running his hand through his hair as he tried to figure out how to explain himself to you, “you know about the quileute legends right?” he asked and you nodded slowly, not totally sure where he was going with this.

“like how we used to be able to shapeshift into wolves?” he asked and you scrunched your eyebrows together, nodding.

“okay i swear to god if you’re about to gaslight me into thinking you’re a werewolf-” you started, leaning off the counter, about to head out when paul grabbed your biceps, stopping you from moving.

instead of shoving him off of you, the two of you paused for a moment, just taking each other in, “i’m not lying to you. can you just-” he started, letting out a sigh, “can you just sit down and i can show you?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice and you slowly nodded, taking a seat at one of the chairs at the kitchen table once he released you.

you watched him wearily as he pulled his shirt off, dramatically covering your eyes when you realized he was most definitely stripping in front of you. you swore you could hear him sigh at your drama, but as soon as you lowered your hand there was a wolf about two times the size of you standing in front of you.

you froze, not at all sure what the hell was going on, just staring at him. from his eyes you could easily tell it was paul, watching as he laid down at your feet, resting his head on his paws. 

“what the fuck…” you groaned, wondering how the hell you missed that your (ex) boyfriend was a massive werewolf, “okay, fuck,” you groaned. “i believe you.” you sighed, getting up to get yourself a glass of water to calm yourself down while paul shifted back to his human self. 

when you turned back around, paul was leaned up against the kitchen island having just pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, “so you broke up with me because you’re a werewolf?” you asked, sitting down at the kitchen table again, looking up at him.

he nodded, “sam said i couldn’t tell you.” he explained, pulling out the chair next to you so he could sit beside you. 

“and now you can because…?” you trailed off, not sure why sam uley suddenly changed his mind less than 3 days after he supposedly told paul to cut you off.

“you’re my imprint.” he explained and you groaned, vaguely knowing what he meant from the few council meetings you had attended where they went over the legends. 

“so you broke up with me, your supposed soulmate, over text might i add, and only realized it once you actually imprinted on me? how shitty is that?” you started, rolling your eyes as you took a sip of your water, “i knew i’d love you for the rest of my life before you imprinted on me. i didn’t need you to imprint on me to know that.” you added, frowning at him as your eyes welled with tears.

you forced yourself to drink more water so you could get rid of the tears as quickly as possible while you waited for paul’s response. his eyes just softened as he watched you, “i’m sorry.” he murmured, “believe me i didn’t want to break up with you.” he explained.

you just sighed, slumping back into the chair, “of course you didn’t.” you grumbled, taking another sip of the water, “so you’re now stuck pining after me for the rest of your life?” you asked him, smiling a bit to yourself when he nodded.

“you know how fucked up it is that i can’t even stay mad at you because of this stupid bond you got us both in now?” you asked, no real malice in your voice, instead just a bit of sadness.

paul frowned, “‘m sorry.” he murmured again, “i would say i wish it wasn’t you but that’d be a lie.” he added softly and you sighed, bottom lip warbling as you took in his words.

before he could see you burst into tears, you set the glass of water down and quickly climbed into his lap, wrapping yourself around him and hugging him tightly to you as you sobbed into his shoulder. it took paul a moment to register what you’d done but when he did, he quickly slid his arms around you, holding you close to him, and gently ran his hands up and down your back soothingly, wordlessly comforting you.

“‘m so sorry princess.” he murmured against your hair as your sobs died down after a few minutes. you sniffled, holding him close to you and you focused on attempting to even your breathing out and calm yourself down enough to talk to him. 

“you’re okay, you’re okay.” paul cooed, pressing his lips to your hair as you took some deep breaths.

“i love you.” you whispered, whimpering as you looked up at him and cupped his face in your hands, “please don’t make my hurt heart like that again.” you added softly and he nodded.

“promise i won’t.” he murmured and you pressed your lips to his, holding him close to you as the two of you melted into the kiss.

paul slid his hands down to your hips as you knotted your fingers in his hair, only parting a few moments later when you needed to catch your breath, “i want you to stay here tonight.” he whispered and you nodded, pressing your lips to his again as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him before laying you down on his bed. 

you whimpered, tugging him down on top of you, quickly running your hands under his shirt and across his abdomen. he ran his hands down your sides, tugging your shorts off and sighing when he saw how good you looked in just the lingerie top you were wearing. 

“fuck me,” he groaned, carefully taking it and your panties off of you, knowing how upset you’d be with him if he ripped it off like he wanted to. you whined, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, impatient with his slow pace which had him letting out a breathy laugh. 

“‘m coming princess.” he reassured, tugging his shirt off and kicking his sweatpants and boxers to the side a few seconds later. you spread your legs, allowing him to climb between them and press his lips to yours again, letting out a loud whine when he dipped two of his fingers into your tight cunt, scissoring them to stretch out out for him, “good girl,” paul murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw as he praised you for taking his fingers so well.

“please hurry-” you whimpered, running your hand down his abdomen to grab his hardened cock and rub the weeping tip, eliciting a low groan from the male on top of you. he nodded, curling his fingers inside of you as your spread his precum around the tip, tugging him forward a bit until he was lined up with your dripping hole. 

paul chuckled softly, taking his fingers out of you and replacing your hand with his, spreading some of the fluids he had gathered from you onto his cock. you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting out a loud moan when he pushed himself inside of you, fully sheathing his thick length in you in one thrust. 

“paul-” you whined, running your fingers through his hair and holding onto him for dear life as he gave you a few moments to adjust to him, “please move.” you whimpered, desperate for his touch.

he didn’t need to be told twice, slowly drawing his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained, plunging back into your warm channel a moment later, quickly setting a steady pace. you were an emotional mess, holding him as tightly against you as you could while he fucked you, letting out a loud whimper when he reached his hand down to draw soft, slow circles against your clit, “such a good girl for me.” paul murmured, “fuck your pussy feels like heaven.” he groaned as he continued fucking your tight channel. 

you gasped as he pressed down on your clit, eliciting another loud whine from you as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “you gonna cum on my cock, kitten? my cock feel that good?” he asked, a bit of his normal cocky self coming back as he felt his own orgasm approaching right behind yours.

you nodded, “please-” you whimpered, tightening your legs around his waist and your fingers in his hair as you desperately brought him closer to you. 

paul chuckled softly, “go on. make a mess on my cock, yea? wanna feel that pretty pussy cum on me.” he teased as he felt your walls throb around him at his words. 

you didn’t need much more than his permission, letting yourself fall over the edge as he pressed down on your clit again, quickly meeting your orgasm. as you throbbed around him, he met his own release, pushing himself as deep in you as he could as he coated your walls with his seed. 

it took you a few moments for the both of you to come back to your senses, paul being the first to do so as he gently brushed your hair out of your face and slowly pulled himself out of you to lay next to you, “c’mere.” he murmured, pulling you close to his chest and allowing you to throw your leg over his waist and wrap your arms around his neck.

“don’t leave again.” you whispered blearily as you came back to your senses, eyes softening as you looked up at him.

he nodded, “promise i won’t.” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. you nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before he got up, quickly pulling on his boxers and sweatpants before getting back into the bed with a hand towel. 

you sighed softly, allowing him to get between your legs, not needing to be told he wanted to clean you up. he already knew how irritated you’d get if you felt his release dripping out of you all night and was always quick to clean you up after sex because of it, “there you go.” he murmured as he quickly ran the rag between your sensitive folds, tossing it to the side and helping you into a new pair of panties and one of his t-shirts before getting back into bed with you.

you quickly curled into his arms, holding him close to you, “i love you.” he murmured against your hair and you nodded, smiling softly up at him, “i love you too.” 

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote fluff #paul lahote smut #paul lahote angst #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight imagine #sam uley #emily young #embry call #jared cameron #jacob black #quil ateara #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #jasper hale #alice cullen #bella swan #bella cullen

[amyyythestarry]

CHAPTER 109 OF TBHK!

I love how Tsu’s feet is just kicked up, like always. I find it so hilarious because people are calling him fruity💀.

Fruity a** pose.

Him and his brother, omg.

The bestie look, the look of secret telepathy I knew I would see it from them. I really want to see it from the Yugi twins too. Like, twin telepathy, then saying stuff at the same time/doing something in sync, maybe as humans people get them mixed up or they swap for the day. I always imagine them just being silly stereotypical twins.

Yes Teru is pissed.

Also Mirai not being able to read is funny to me.

In an au where they are alive, in my aus where they are all in the Near Shore, she just has dyslexia.

Tsu’s smug smile, enjoying his ambiguity and unknowing-ness. Just a drama king in disguise and wants to mysteriously introduce himself.

Mr. B**ch. Step forward.

Jesus.

They for real called him out. Can’t even claim it’s bs.

I didn’t realize this before, but the fact Tsukasa is surprised is really funny.

Because if you think about it, Hanako has been acting more like how he was as a human, ‘Amane’, than he is as a supernatural, as ‘Hanako’. Being embarrassed for himself.

The Amane Tsukasa knew was not perverted, and if he was then he probably kept that to himself, instead of Hanako, who outwardly acts as a perv.

“Amane, you want to do pervy stuff?” - 🫢

Tsukasa, as the very non-perverted person he is, must actually be shocked that his dear old twin brother would be and want to do such a thing. Maybe not disgusted like Teru and Akane obviously is, but since that’s not a part of Amane he know he will hold this in his memory bank. Now he knows you’re a pervert Amane. He’ll probably never let you ‘live’ this down.

She just a little baby, she can’t even reach over the thing!

Her first time in court she was only 3 years old.

I wonder when she’ll turn back to normal?

I love love love Akanene, I’m sorry y’all.

But c’mon, HE’S DEFENDING HER, STICKING UP FOR HER, WANTING HER TO WIN HER CASE.

Platonic or not, they are the sh**.

In the MangaUp translation it said “Do you really think I’m a sociapath?” ( Or something like that ) He definitely is.

Not Tsu saying he would. Everyone’s reading him like an open book, omg. 😭

Akane has nothing to say.

The way he just smiles silently, looks up to see if his fellow criminals will defend him, even a little. Not even Nene did though.

C’mon Teru, Akane was expecting a message of love. Whatever, they’re the yaoi ever.

Pose of innocence.

Then rats himself out.

He can’t help his brutal honesty.

The word ‘smithereens’ is something I don’t want to hear.

Feed him to the owls is crazy.

I love characters who talk in first person when addressing themselves. Doesn’t Tiara also do that?

Totally random, but Tiara and Mirai would be besties.

And Tsu smiling without concern.

I cannot be the only one who is dissatisfied that something didn’t happen to him?

Like really, we could have seen what the Tsu of TBHK future was, we could have seen him disappear/die. And I love him with all my heart, but you cannot admit that that would not be a plot turner, or exciting to see something bad happen to him.

He just had to use that little sprinkle of hope, the power of what? F**king friendship? Loyalty to carry out his job? From thin air.

He’s still amazing though.

Was he yelling as Amane, the caring big brother, or Hanako, the leader of the mysteries who used his twin powers to predict what Tsu was going to do and knew it was going to lead to something bad? Maybe both.

Also, is this just a general warning, or will this have consequences later?

Signature move I guess.

Jii-san. Says the person who doesn’t care for supernaturals, calling the supernatural that tricked and got him involved with the school mysteries, ‘grandpa’..

Let us just hope Akane will survive the next chapter ok?

I wonder if his body is actually different from his human body though? Does he actually have gears inside of him? Or is Tsu just making assumptions.

But, wasn’t he in Clock Keeper form when he got a hole stabbed in his chest in the severance arc?

Oh god.

Whatever, I’m just gonna place my bets that Tsukasa will somehow be stopped. Probably not by Akane though, he’s the weakest school mystery and can’t even stand a chance against Teru.

Nice chapter, I was honestly expecting jail time.

#anime #tbhk #jshk #jshk chapter 109 #tbhk chapter 109 #tbhk chapter analysis #jshk chapter analysis #jshk tsukasa #tbhk tsukasa #jshk nene #tbhk nene #jshk teru #tbhk teru #tbhk hanako #jshk hanako #jshk amane #tbhk amane #jshk akane #tbhk akane #yugi tsukasa #tsukasa yugi #yugi amane #amane yugi #teru minamoto #minamoto teru #nene yashiro #yashiro nene #akane aoi boy #aoi akane boy #jshk yugi twins

[ijustreallylikepirates]

DC S3EP3!!!

-EVERYONE WAS SO ZESTY THIS EPISODE LOLLL

-LAKE NOOOO PLEASSSE WHY

-first James, now Lake

-they’re voting off all the characters that have won or have gotten close to winning

-…

-WHICH MEANS THEY MIGHT GET TO ALEC NEXT WAHHHHH

-PLEASSSEE

-BUT LIKE WHY WAS ALEC DOING THAT WITH HIS HAND A LOT

-I think he’s hinting that he likes men (go kiss Nick rn)

-THE SPARKLE NOISE WHEN TOM DID YHE FAKE HAIR FLIP HELLO 💀

-DEREK CALLING TREVOR JESUS HAD ME DEAD

-the way Alec has to talk about his divorce every time he’s on screen is crazy

-Alec and Fiore seem to be starting to make up a little 👀

-Lake, Tess, Ellie, and Gabby would’ve been such a great alliance if they hadn’t voted Lake out

-I’m actually starting to hate Ellie a little

-Yul seems to not love Grett… knew he was too fruity for a girlfriend

-I do have to admit, Tom and Aiden do seem a little suspicious but I don’t think they’ll be anything

-Jake and Ashley friendship is what I like to see

-WHY DID JAKE DO THAT FASHION SHOW MODEL THING HELLO???

-(he was definitely trying to make himself seem attractive to Tom)

-awww, Trevor and Derek were on a little fishing date together ☺️

-the way Aiden literally cried when he found out James had been voted out 👀

Anyways that’s all I have to say. I can’t wait for next episode and PLEASE LET ALEC BE SAFEEE 😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

#disventure camp #disventure camp all stars #odd nation cartoons

[multifandom-lesbian09]

Hey so I watched all of “My Life With the Walter Boys” today and wrote down my commentary.

“What a way to tell someone her parents are dead.”

“Ginger woman! Ginger woman!”

“You guys have nine boys, at least one of them’s gotta be gay.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, continue being upset about your… situation.”

“I would actually kill myself before I had to stay in a house with nine boys.”

“That one’s gay. I’m calling it; he has a gay haircut. If it’s not the 90’s and you have a Shawn Hunter Haircut, there is no way you’re not fruity.”

“Y’all just ran outta good names, didn’t you? Benny.”

“FARKLE? WHY IS HE WEARING FLANNEL AND PLAYING A GUITAR?”

“I’m afraid of actually liking this show. Like, that is the most Wattpad name. My Life With the Walter Boys, like… no.”

“A stable family life? You keep an emo Farkle upstairs, what about that is stable?”

“What is that shirt? Oh my god, how many of you are gay?”

“That title makes me want to do things to myself that I don’t normally want to do. Bad things.”

“You, I don’t like you, you can go die.”

“Kill yourself, that’s what I think.”

“I don’t know who she is, but she’s very pretty. I hope she ends up being gay.”

After she introduces herself and says she’s from New York. “And I’m very pretty and my parents are dead.”

“She just did the Hannah Montoya Main Character smile. I bet she wants to go lay in the road while it rains.”

“Her name is Jackie Howard, and she is froM NEW YORK BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO CALL HER NEW YORK. COLE.”

“Don’t sit her next to your girlfriend. That’s dumb. You’re dumb.”

“Oh, so you're an emo and a nerd.”

“Oh no he bought her lunch, it’s the end of my life! You’ve literally known her for a day.”

“He looks like if Sam Winchester was a Chad. And a cat.”

“You can’t look that much like Jared Padalecki and be such a DICK.”

“Yeah. Me too. But also I think that I deserve ice cream after watching that performance because it was kinda cringy.”

“What are you gonna do? Stand there and watch her eat? Go away.”

“I was gonna say that this better not be a Marcus and Ginny thing, but Marcus is superior and you can go kill yourself.”

“Why are the mediocre looking ones the ones we’re worried about? Let’s look at the Shawn Hunter looking ones.”

“Oh, so he does have a tragic backstory. Because… he can’t play football. What a terrible life he has. With his… multiple girlfriends.”

“Why did you just say oh my word? You’re a teenage girl, say fuck.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. This has the logic of a Wattpad story, too.”

“Preppy Longstocking? Is this a Disney show?”

“OH. OH. THEY’RE GAY. I LITERALLY CALLED IT FOR BOTH OF THEM. I’M SO GOOD.”

“You’re becoming friends! And that’s really good because I love your face.”

“Bro said he peaked his sophomore year…”

“NO, STOP. NATHAN NO.”

“NO. WHAT THE HELL GUYS. THIS IS YOUR FAULT, COLE, THIS IS WHY I DON'T LIKE YOU.”

“Your brother… and your friend… is in the HOSPITAL. So why don’t we go SEE HIM? Stop MAKING OUT.”

“OH THEY KISSED. OH MY GOD YAAaaaaAAAaY.”

“Yes, she’s holding her banana up to you. Because she’s choosing you.”

About how it shouldn’t have taken Will and Haley breaking up for him to realize she’s more important than any job… “No, it shouldn’t have.” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason*

“Yes! Jesus Christ, I’ve been telling you people to go to the courthouse since the first episode and you didn’t LISTEN TO ME.”

After Skylar and Nathan kiss “Literally I’m so happy that they’re together. I knew he was the gay one.”

“Screw all of you guys for getting me invested in this show.”

“Who’s Morgan, and why are we ignoring her?”

Reading the note that Cole wrote Jackie “nothing is broken that can’t be fixed…” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason: the sequel*

When Jackie and Cole are making out “STOP. STOP THAT YOU DUMB FUCKS YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THIS CAN'T BE A REPEAT ARE YOU SHITTING ME?”

“No, because she’s in the wherever with Cole. Because it happened again, because Cole’s a dick. A DICK, I SAY.”

When Jackie is on the plane back to NY “Really? Really? Really? Really? Really? REALLY? You dicks.”

#my life with the walter boys #my commentary #lololol i think i’m funny

[evenfall-writes]

parched (eddie munson/reader)

tags and warnings: SMUT, established relationship, oral sex, cunnilingus, afab reader, pussy-drunk eddie munson, hair pulling, dirty talk, fingering, panty theft, roughness, semi public sex

word count: 3300

a/n: i am a slut for joseph quinn let it be known

premise: after a corroded coffin gig, eddie is always…parched. lucky you’re here to quench his thirst

“Alright, you sons of bitches, thank you for being such a great crowd.”

His voice was rough from strain as he spoke into the mic, the feedback screeching through the crowded room and cutting through the loud roaring of the applause. From the stage, he caught your eye in the middle of the crowd through his heavy fringe, and a cocky smile crossed his drenched face.

“We’ve been Corroded Coffin.” Eddie continued, sliding his hand up his guitar as he licked his lower lip, his breathing heavy. “We had a blast playing for you guys, and it looks like you had a blast listening. That’s all from us tonight.”

As the cheers and hollering died down and the early nighters began to ebb out of the bar, your boyfriend hopped off the stage, weaving his way through the remainders who stood finishing their drinks and chatting to the rest of the band. His face broke into a grin as he saw you sat at the bar, idly sipping some fruity drink that smelled of pure ethanol.

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing here all alone?” He asked, smirking cheekily at you as he sidled into the barstool next to yours.

You shrugged coquettishly, stirring your drink lightly with your straw. “Dunno, thought I’d come out to see this new band. You might have heard of them, Corroded Coffin. They’re okay, I guess.”

“Yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Just okay?”

You bit your straw, batting your eyelashes at him, something you knew sent him wild. “Yup. Though if you ask me, I mainly came out to see the guitarist. He’s pretty fucking hot, if you ask me.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyes glinted dangerously. “You think?”

Eddie reached out to cup your chin, his guitar-callused fingers stroking your cheek as he pulled your face towards him, kissing you deeply. A small hum left your mouth, swallowed by his mouth as his tongue dragged against your lower lip. Your hands reached up to curl in his shirt, balling the fabric into your fists and you hooked your leg around his thighs, pulling him against your body. The barstool dug into his hip, but he didn’t complain, licking up into your mouth with a fervour that sent your knees week.

“Oi!” A voice yelled, and you broke apart with an exasperated huff to the sounds of jeering and wolf whistling from the other patrons of the bar. Eddie’s bandmate Gareth stood in the corner, crossing his arms and shaking his head with mock annoyance. “Get a fuckin’ room, you horndogs!”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Eddie hollered back. “Is a man not allowed to kiss his girlfriend hello?”

Someone shouted back something unintelligible which was followed by a round of raucous laughter, so you could only guess it was obscene.

Eddie rolled his eyes before turning back to you, his eyes softening. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi.” You smiled back, offering him a much more chaste kiss, which he gladly took you up on.

“What’d you think of the set?”

“Incredible.” You shook your head in awe. “You…god, when you’re on stage, you turn into a different person.”

Eddie let a proud grin cross his face, shaking his sweat-plastered curls around his face. “A good person?”

“Louder, more confident.” You purse your lips. “I like it. But I love my dork just as much.”

“Shhh.” Eddie winked. “I have a rep to uphold, you know.”

“Oh, excuse me.” You said sarcastically.

“I love you.” Eddie kissed the side of your head and cleared his throat, his voice husky from singing and talking to the crowd. “Jesus, I’m parched.”

Wordlessly, you offered him your glass, and he took a sip from the straw, his face scrunching.

“How the hell do you drink this shit?”

“It’s vodka. It’s called being classy.” You drawled, patting his chest. “You wanted a drink, didn’t you?”

“Actually…” Eddie licked his lower lip, his eyes dropping to your thighs briefly, “I had a different kind of drink in mind.”

“What do you…oh.” You trailed off, cheeks burning, as he raised an eyebrow meaningfully. He nudged his lips against your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“Wanna get out of here?” His voice dripped with sensuality and innuendo. “They did tell us to get a room…”

“Won’t they notice?” You whispered back, and Eddie huffed a laugh.

“Good.” He murmured, and pressed himself into your hip. You shuddered as you felt his stiffening length poke the plushness of your thigh. “C’mon, honey, let’s go somewhere a little more private.”

“Yeah,” You breathed into his hair. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Eddie pulled away, offering you his hand and sneaking a cheeky smack to your buttocks as he helped you off of the barstool. Hand in hand, you weaved through the remaining crowd to the small door next to the stage that indicated to the backstage corridor.

Eddie hardly waited until the door was closed before jumping into action, his hands roughly pinning your arms into the wall as his mouth latched onto the expanse between your ear and neck. A high moan escaped your lips as you rutted your hips forward into thin air, desperate for some friction.

“Eddie-”

“Shhht, sweetheart.” His hands dropped to your waist and began to fumble at your belt buckle, his lips trailing along your neck and lightly nipping at the sensitive skin. “I’m thirsty.”

“Baby, w-we’re still in the corridor.” You panted, struggling to form your mouth around the words through the haze in your brain. “They…they’re just outside the d-door. Anyone could walk i-in.”

“Hmmm.” Eddie hummed, his fingers creeping underneath your black shirt, making goosebump trails on your naked flesh. “Guess you’ll just have to be quiet then. Can you manage that?”

You bit your lip. “I…”

“I said, can you manage that?” Punctuating his words, Eddie raised his hand to your breast and gave it a firm squeeze, causing your mouth to drop open in a gasp. He took the opportunity to press his lips to yours, his tongue dipping against yours, swallowing any moan that might have escaped your throat.

You whined into his mouth, snaking your arms around his neck and twisting your fingers into his hair, causing a guttural curse to fall from his lips. He pulled back lightly, digging his teeth into your lower lip. In response, you hissed in a combination of pain and pleasure, tugging at his curly locks.

Eddie groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart, what’re you doing to me?” His mouth dropped from your face to your neck, nipping at the soft skin and soothing the jolt of pain from his teeth with his tongue.

“Ed-Eddie, fu-uck…”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you shaking your ass in the mosh pit.” His mouth continued descending over the clothed swell of your breasts, burying his face in the fabric, and inhaling your scent. You watched him drop to his knees, his hands skimming up your thighs to play with the hem of your shorts as he hiked your shirt up slightly and pressed his lips to the expanse of your stomach just above your pubic mound. “What, were you trying to get a reaction? Trying to catch the eye of someone else in the crowd?”

“No-ooo…” You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair. “I-I was just dancing.”

“Good,” Eddie panted, his breath hot against your stomach. “Because you know that nobody else can fuck you the way I do, don’t you?”

“No,” With a whimper, you shook your head. “Only you, Eds.”

“Good girl.” He kissed the waistband of your shorts, catching his teeth around the denim. “And you know what I’m going to do to you now, don’t you?”

You nodded wordlessly before realising that Eddie couldn’t see you from his lower vantage point until he pulled back, his brown eyes dark and imploring you to speak. “Y-yes. I know.”

“Say it.” Eddie’s fingers danced dangerously close to the hemline of your shorts.

You swallowed, glancing at the still-closed door as a cherry-red stain blossomed across your face. “Eddie, I-I can’t.”

“Go on, honey.” He cooed darkly. “You have to say it for me to give it to you.”

“Eddie.” Your voice was coloured by desperation. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, eat me out!” You blurted, clapping a hand to your mouth as soon as the words were out in the open.

“Aww,” Eddie smiled against your thigh. “When you beg me all cute like that, how can I say no?”

His long, talented fingers hooked around the hem of your shorts, shimmying them down your leg as you leant against the wall. Your face burned even hotter as you imagined someone walking in on you in this compromising situation – you, ass pressed against the wall with your boyfriend on his knees trailing kisses up your thigh.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat as he dragged his eyes up your exposed legs and crotch, savouring the view. “Fuck, have I ever told you how much I love these panties on you?”

Despite the situation, you stifled a giggle. “You love all of my panties on me.”

“True,” He conceded, cocking his head so his ear rested against your thigh as he hooked one finger around the waistband of the lacy black thong hugging the curve of your hips. He glanced up with a devilish look in his eyes. “I much prefer all of your panties off of you, though.”

In one fluid motion, he dragged the lace down your thighs, lifting your feet with his hands so he could shimmy them off your legs. With a wink, he stuffed them into his back pocket.

“I’ll give them back to you later,” He promised huskily, biting his lip, “but they might be a little, ah, used, when you get them back.”

You swallowed, a tingle drawing down your spine. “Eddie…”

“Okay, honey, I’ll put you out of your misery.” Eddie chuckled, skimming one hand up the inside of your thighs to slide one finger along your folds.

“Oh- fuck!”

“Shit, baby.” His eyebrows raised as he rubbed his thumb along your weeping slit, spreading your slick along your lower lips. “Is all this for me?”

“You kn-know it is,” You moaned, letting your head fall back against the wall with a soft thump. “All for you, only yours, Eds.”

“That’s right.” He pressed his lips to the inner expanse of your thigh, tantalisingly close to your wet core. The beginnings of yesterday’s stubble scratched against the soft skin of your leg, providing a friction you desperately craved as you lightly rolled your hips down, but not close enough to his mouth for your liking. “Who does this pretty little pussy belong to, baby?”

“Eds…”

He smacked his hand roughly against your thigh. “Who?”

“Y-you, Eddie!” You cried out, knees shaking. “I-it belongs to you.”

“Good girl.” He hummed, one hand skating up your lower leg. “Do you think it’s time for me to drink my fill, sweetheart?”

“Please,” You whimpered. “Please.”

Without warning, Eddie grasped one of your ankles and hiked it over his shoulder, burying his nose in your pubic mound. His breath was hot against your exposed core, his needy panting causing pangs of desire to throb through your pussy. You couldn’t bite back a needy whimper.

It was as though something snapped.

With a low growl, Eddie’s hands snaked beneath your ass to grab at your soft buttocks, anchoring you in place as he slipped his tongue desperately between your lower folds.

Your mouth dropped open. “Eddie.”

“Fuck, you taste so good,” He breathed against your lower lips, running his tongue along his teeth as if to savour the taste.

The thumping of loud metal music from behind the door stifled your soft moans, the pounding of the guitar throbbing in time with your pussy as your boyfriend eagerly lapped at your wet heat like a man stranded at a desert oasis. He brought one hand back around to your front and slipped his index finger in to the first knuckle, lightly dipping it in and out of your slick in time with the broad strokes of his tongue.

“Eddie,” You whined, lightly tugging at his hair. “I…I…more, please. I want more.”

“What my princess wants,” He murmured darkly, inching his finger in just that little bit further, the cold bite of his rings sending electricity skittering from your core, “…she gets.”

With his words, he crooked his fingers just like that, just the way you liked, the way that always sent the coil of white-hot arousal bursting from your centre. You almost sobbed in relief, your knees threatening to give way beneath you. If not for your leg still slung over his shoulders and his hand firmly planted in the plush curve of your ass, his silver rings scoring deep grooves into your flesh that caused the sweetest of aches, you’d have collapsed with pleasure.

“Good girl,” He whispered into your folds, “…sweet girl. Do you want to cum for me?”

“Please,” You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning your head on the cinderblock wall behind you. “Please, I…I want to cum.”

Your words caused something to change in Eddie’s demeanour, and he shifted lightly so the leg that remained planted against the floor was nestled between his knees, your calf sandwiched between his thighs. You felt his erection press into your skin as he started rutting against your lower leg, grinding his jean-clad cock against you. A low groan escaped his lips, causing a thrum to resonate within your quivering core.

“You drive me c-crazy,” He panted, pulling away from your crotch. A petulant whine escaped your lips which quickly turned into gasps of pleasure as he nipped lightly at your thighs, his slick lips gliding effortlessly along your damp skin as he littered your inner legs with bruises and hickeys. “Fuck, I n-need to make you mine.”

“I’m yours,” You gasped, twisting your fingers in his hair. “You, you know I’m yours.”

“Mine, all-all mine,” He mumbled, his words slurring into one unintelligible string of syllables as he lay the flat of his tongue against your clit, causing a high pitched keen to draw from your throat. “You’re pretty, so pretty, sweetheart. You keep making all these…these pretty fuckin’ noises and…fuck, you’re driving me wild.”

Between moans, you giggled breathlessly. “You drunk, baby?”

“Drunk on you.” He groaned, the rocking of his hips against your calf becoming more desperate as soft pants escaped his lips, misting across your core. “Drunk on this perfect pussy of yours.”

“Eddie, please…” Your mouth dropped open as he delved in once more, a rather unattractive trail of drool dribbling from the corner of your moaning lips as he fucked his tongue in and out of your entrance with broad, lapping strokes that made the crank of white-hot pleasure in your stomach turn.

“Gonna make you cum so hard,” He muttered, tongue tracing pointed circles around your clit as he crooked his fingers against the fleshy upper wall of your pussy, stimulating your g-spot from the inside. “Gonna make you cum all over my face, right?”

“Please.” You begged, your legs beginning to tremble. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it, baby.” He said sweetly, slipping a second finger inside and scissoring them inside your cunt, curving against your aching g-spot. “Alright, I’ll give you what you want, okay?”

Against the symphony of moans erupting from your lips, you heard the wet shlick-schlick-schlick of his talented fingers playing you like you were a song, his thumb coming to rest against your throbbing clit as he touched you with more care than his guitar.

His tongue delved deep into the ring of your entrance, joining his fingers, and a sudden wave of pleasure crashed over you, like ice water thrown from a bucket. It rushed from your core all the way to your cheeks and fingertips and toes as you threw your head back once more, your scream of pleasure drowned out by the thudding of the drums outside. Your thighs threatened to close around Eddie’s head, holding him in place, but he held you spread wide open as he eagerly tongue-fucked you through your orgasm, his bucking against your leg becoming wilder and wilder as your muscles clenched around his tongue and fingers.

Stars danced across your vision, your nerves on fire as you chased your climax. You were putty in his hands and he knew it.

He patiently coaxed you through your release, groaning as your juices coated his tongue and your resolve fell apart in his hands and over his tongue, holding you up as you collapsed against the wall. Your breathing was harsh and heavy, eyes half-lidded as he flicked his tongue against your abused clit.

“Fuck – ah, baby, t-that’s too much!” You whimpered between pants, feebly gripping at his hair in an attempt to detach him from your lower lips.

“Just one moment,” He groaned, “Just one more…ah…”

He stiffened, his tongue stilling against your clit as he let out a rough grunt. His fingers slowed, easing out of your pussy as he squeezed his eyes tightly, resting his forehead against your lower stomach.

“Jesus,” He whispered, panting lightly. “That was…that was…”

“Eds?” You murmured, and he knelt back on his haunches, skimming his tongue along his swollen, glistening lips. He glanced up at you, pupils blown out with lust and hair tangled and knotted, as he reached for the hemline of his shirt and pulled it up to wipe your juices from his mouth, offering you the sight of a tantalising, inked sliver of stomach.

“You okay?” He swallowed lightly, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat, and you nodded.

“I’m good, so fucking good.” You said breathlessly. “You?”

“Yeah,” A sheepish smile crossed his face, “only…”

You furrowed your brow. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing, I just…” Eddie laughed, an embarrassed flush spreading across his face. “I came in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

“You did?” A grin touched your lips as you retrieved your shorts from the floor, shimmying them up your legs. The denim was rough against your sensitive folds without the protection of your panties, but you didn’t really care. “Really?”

“Don’t look so proud.” He rolled his eyes, almost shyly. “You’re just, god, that was so perfect.”

“Want help cleaning yourself up?” You licked your lower lip, glancing down at his crotch, and Eddie’s eyes widened, tempted.

“Y’know…”

The door slammed open, and Gareth poked his head around the corner.

“Show’s up, ladies. We’re packing the van now.” He blabbered, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you glared at him. He blinked in confusion. “Eddie, what’re you doing kneeling on the floor like that?”

“Oh, you know. Her shoelace was untied.” Eddie lied smoothly, reaching out and fiddling with your worn converse.

“Right.” Gareth cocked his head, clearly confused, before shrugging it off. “Anyway, it’s about time we headed back. Be at the van in 5.”

As he left, and the door to the hallway closed again behind him, you and Eddie stayed in stunned silence for a beat before catching each other’s eyes, bursting into laughter.

“Oh, man, he bought that?” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head as he got to his feet.

“Quick thinking, though.” You approved, bumping his shoulder. “I had no clue what to say to that.”

Eddie’s eyes were soft and full of mirth as he looked at you. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too.” You leaned against him lightly. “My offer stands, you know.”

Eddie let out a low huff of laughter.

“Tell you what, we drop off the knuckleheads…and then we can take a nice, hot shower at my place and have round two.” His eyes, dark and full of meaning, caught yours. “Deal?”

You swallowed, your mouth dry.

“Deal.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie x reader

[ashe-delta]

I am now reading this green tea bitch manhwa because it looked cute, last lesbian romance manhwa I read was Ring My Bell and I loved that shit.

This is like a half live reaction half thought out post so forgive how messy this post will be. I figured I’d try something different. It will also be long. The number in front shows what chapter the thought is on. TL;DR: It’s good and very sweet and cute. Ends a bit too early

[3] this girl is a FREAK I love her so much

[4] Oh yikes that backstory is rough I don’t know about that one chief

[5] god it’s so refreshing to just see people say “gay” after all the weird beating around the bush manga does half the time.

[6] this is an EXCELLENT reaction image I’m gonna have to use this all the time

[6] why do I have a feeling half of this is just me going “they like me fr” over and over again

[6.X] the author’s non canon bonus panels are really cute to be honest I love that they aren’t even trying to act like they won’t get together

[8] TRUE

[9] hey swinging a bit too close to home there that one hurt. yowch [9] oh they’re lesbians they’re gay oh my poor heart

[10] jesus FUCK she’s gay. Holy fuck you’re such a lesbian oh my god girl

[11] I think I just have a thing for stories about a seemingly straight person figuring out they’re gay because like Ring My Bell I find this turbo sweet

[12] Oh god. I am not immune to lesbians. holy shit. oh my god

[13] oh she’s absolutely not straight she’s fruity as fuck actually. my heart

[14] Token gay best friends in straight media are out. Gay best friends in gay mediums are my new friend

[14] THE EGGS BEEN CRACKED HOLY FUCK SHES SO HOMOSEXUAL ITS CRAZY

[15] I love her so much holy shit lol

[16] I’m going to be a puddle on the floor when this is over it’s literally over for me I can’t handle romance it’s so fucking cute

[17] oh wow she went straight to her mom that’s pretty brave. Although I guess not out of character for her. And she seems pretty cool about it too that’s fun good to see there to be no drama there.

[19] Hopeless supportive mom honestly goes so hard as an archetype

[20] oh my god. Oh my gfucking god. Hoyj god fuck shit

[22] im not okay im not okay im not okay

[23] oh my god I can’t it’s so cute

[24] this is devolving into me just squealing like a school girl every chapter over how cute it is

[25] I could just read about them being mushy for 200 chapters and I still wouldn’t get bored

[27] love that she starts as the straight person and ends up gayer than the protag

[28] I’ve had a permanent grin on my face for a while now this is so fucking cute

[29] Wait the grin is gone why does she have to have such bad parents

[30] I don’t like her mom very much

[31] I unironically hope her mom dies of a mysterious illness I can’t believe she caught the homophobia bug fuck you mom

[32] Supportive moms rule man

[34] That has got to be the most depressing time skip I’ve seen come on man

[37] The ending is kinda brutal how they had to not see each other for a whole year but I’m glad they get to finally live together in college it’s so sweet holy shit

This was very sweet and worth reading if you watch fluffy romance, I just wish the ending was a bit better because it was kinda out of tone compared to the rest of the manga (I honestly expected her to move in with her girlfriend since they seem financially well enough for it, it would make sense for the tone of the series). Regardless I fucking love lesbian romance

#personal #manga mumblings #That Time I Was Blackmailed By the Class's Green Tea Bitch #I might make a separate blog for this to be honest. This format is very fun but not fitting the typical tumblr blog much #also I realize manga mumblings doesn't work here because it's not a manga but it's a tag not a cop shut up

[dontfeeltoohot]

Probably steamer or YouTuber au! I really like them both, especially the streamer stuff

Ok, I've had this idea in my head for a while now. Finally got it finished. Have 4.1k of the Fruity Four at a meet up with Eddie coming down with a cold. Features grumpy, sick Eddie accidentally taking how he feels out on Steve and Nancy. Oops. Also, bonus tweets from them at the end. Enjoy!

XXX

"Come on Eds, Rob, Nance and Chrissy will be here in thirty," Steve calls from the bathroom, where he's brushing his teeth.

Eddie, from under their beds covers, groans. They're supposed to be going to the mall to promote the new Microsoft store opening, be there to hang with some fans and try out the new stuff Microsoft's recently dropped. He's been excited; even if he fully thinks Razer is superior to all other brands, but waking up fifteen minutes ago with a stuffy head and sore throat is making him want to do nothing but stay in bed all day.

Hearing the faucet turn off, Eddie sniffles and waits for the inevitable. Sure enough, twelve seconds later the blankets are being pulled off of his shivery form, revealing Steve, standing there with an eyebrow raised. 

“Eddie, babe, you really need to get up.” 

“Ugh, fine,” the musician grumbles and rubs at his nose with his wrist, wincing as he swallows and his throat stings. 

Standing, Eddie blinks and heads to the bathroom to pee, wash his hands and brush his teeth. Some mornings he’ll eat, but today the thought of food is unappealing. Looking over, Steve’s wearing jeans and one of his favorite rugby style shirts, his hair falling perfectly like always. 

“Is this supposed to be a nice thing?” Eddie asks as he walks out, sniffling again when he feels congestion shift in his head. 

“Nah, casual I’m pretty sure. That or I’m going to get shit,” Steve jokes with a smile. 

Sometimes Eddie wonders who he must have pleased in the universe to make Steve Harrington want to date him. Steve, who’s so handsome and popular and wants to make everyone happy. Steve, who somehow loves Eddie despite his occasional grumpiness, his extreme energy and dramatics, his love for all things horror and metal music. They’re opposites in all the good ways, and they mesh well. Maybe the universe can be right about things. 

“Okay, cool. Think the fans will say something if I wear my striped shirt agai-hh! iiHGKtSCHew! hihGhhKSHew! h’IHNGkshhEW! - again? Jesus, sorry,” Eddie sniffles wetly and turns back to Steve, having turned away to sneeze into his arm. 

“Bless you. Probably yeah, but it’s also your favorite shirt, so who cares,” Steve shrugs. “ But remember it’s cold outside now, and it’s always colder in the mall.” 

“Okay mom,” Eddie smirks, finding his favorite striped, black and white ringer tee. 

Shaking it out so the wrinkles fall and then yanking it on, the long haired man goes to his and Steve’s closet, looking through the sweater options. It takes a minute, but the twenty six year old decides on a simple black sweater of Steve’s. It’s a little more form fitting than he’d usually wear, but his boyfriend is right- it’s October, it’ll be cold in the mall, and if he’s honest, he’s already a little chilly. 

Nose running, Eddie grabs a tissue from the box on their bedside table; the one that usually only Steve uses, and blows his nose quietly, annoyed when he hears just how gross he sounds. Washing his hands, the long haired man pulls his hair up in a bun to keep it away from his face, letting it be looser than it usually is, not bothering to redo it when it deflates a little. He hears Steve call him so he finishes up, shivering as he makes his way down the hallway to their living room and attached kitchen. 

“Hey, they’re about five away. Do you want anything to eat before we leave?” 

Steve’s munching on a granola bar and a banana, both of which sound awful to Eddie. He shakes his head and then lays it against his boyfriend’s just slightly taller shoulder, tired already. The other man lays a hand on Eddie’s back, rubbing up and down gently. 

“Thank you for wearing something warm and not just your t-shirt,” Steve says softly, dropping a kiss to Eddie’s curls. 

“Mm, kinda cold anyway. Thanks for being a mom,” Eddie teases, then scrunches his nose up, eyes fluttering as his nostrils twitch. He turns to the side, pressing his arm tightly to his face. 

“ihKhgTchew! hihnKtSHuhew! iinGKshEW!” 

The last sneeze is messier than Eddie anticipates and he keeps his nose buried into the sweater, turning slightly. 

“Can you grab me a tissue?” 

“Yeah, sure babe. Bless you, you feeling okay?” Steve grabs a tissue from the living room and hands it to him, frowning as Eddie quickly replaces his arm with the tissue wiping his nose and then blowing it. This time, both men wince. 

“Think I finally caught that cold you had a couple weeks back,” Eddie rubs at his nose again with the now balled up tissue, the tip and edges going pink. 

“Take it easy today okay? That shit took me and Robin out quick,” Steve puts a hand on Eddie’s forehead, which makes the other huff. 

He remembers just how quickly Steve had gotten sick, waking up fine and by 2pm he’d crawled into bed with a miserable sore throat, sounding like his head was filled with concrete. They’d had to call and cancel dinner with Wayne, who ended up driving out with plates of food he’d already cooked, giving them enough for a few days. 

“I will, but you don’t get to fuss, worry about you and your adoring fans,” Eddie cracks a smile, finally moving away from his boyfriend to wash his hands again. “Sounds like the girls are here,” he adds, gesturing to Steve’s phone that’s buzzing on the counter. 

Steve opens it and nods, laughing when he sees a selfie or Nance and Robin, both looking annoyed that they’re not instantly there. They meet them down where Nancy’s waiting, sliding into the back of her Honda. 80’s pop is playing, and the girls are holding hands, singing along. 

“Okay you two, tone the pda down,” Steve huffs, rolling his eyes fondly. 

“Hey guys,” Robin ignores the words, looking back at them. 

“You ready to hang out with teens who are in love with Nancy and Steve all day Birdie?” Eddie laughs, making Robin snort. 

“Oh definitely, maybe we’ll just join them.”  “Oh please, do you know how many people I see look at both of you?” Nancy rolls her eyes, turning the music down some. 

“Yeah, but we’re like, the sidekicks, ya know?” Robin gestures to them, Steve laughs loudly, gently smacking her shoulder. 

“Please, that’s why whats-his-name from that one show wanted to ask you out before he found out you were a lesbian. Definitely sounds like a sidekick.” 

Eddie leans his head against Steve’s shoulder, smiling when the younger of the two starts drawing random patterns on the palm of his hand, something they’ve done with each other for years. It’s calming and lets Eddie relax, eyes drooping as he listens to Robin and Steve bicker. 

“Is he okay?” Nancy asks, and the long haired man is sure if he opened his eyes he’d see the same almost parental worry that Steve sometimes exudes coming off of her as well. 

“Finally coming down with that cold we all had,” Steve informs, running a hand down his shoulder and arm. 

“Oh that sucks, on today of all days, damn,” Robin murmurs quietly. 

In less than fifteen minutes the four of them step into the mall. Eddie doesn’t go into malls often unless there’s some funko pop that Hot Topic or Box Lunch is releasing. As they walk past numerous clothing stores, Steve then makes a noise and gestures in front of them. 

“Oh man.” 

There’s a long line outside of the newly opened Microsoft store, a line that’s undeniably, mostly for them. There’s a lot of younger fans, but all of them recognize a few older ones that they’ve met before or can tell from what they’re wearing or how they’re talking. 

“Todays going to be so fun guys,” Robin grins as they get closer to the large number of people. 

Eddie coughs to the side and Steve looks at him worriedly, squeezes his hand, then smiles and says hello to a few people as they pass to go into the store to get a rundown on what they’ll be doing all day. Eddie follows, saying hi and grinning, excited and hoping that this cold will hold off long enough for him to enjoy the day. 

The employees are almost overly nice. Eddie always expects older people to scoff or tell them that what they do for a living is a joke. But no one ever has, at least to their faces. Today is no different. Everyone who works there is kind and incredibly helpful. Eddie takes to a middle aged woman, Claire. who claims that she’s the most tech savvy of any of them in the entire place. She reminds him of his mom before she let drugs waste her life away. 

“So we’ll let you guys just do your thing, talk to people, play with them. We have security just in case someone decides to ruin the fun, but hopefully that will be avoided today.” 

They all know what the guy; Rick the manager, is referring to. Back four months ago some guy had basically pushed himself on Nancy, tried to feel her up, and it had been a big thing in the gaming community. Eddie still thinks Nancy’s the most badass person he knows for continuing the meet and greet she had instead of stopping, and for not letting the guy go freely, pulling charges on him. 

They’re moments away from opening the doors, the four of them standing there with some employees, when Eddie’s nose starts running, making it feel sensitive and itchy. He turns away from everyone and hugs the crook of his arm to his face. 

“ihGkTshhhew! iiHGktCHEW! ihHgGKshhEW!” 

Steve and a few workers bless him and he nods his thanks, the large glass doors sliding open. Everyone walks in, and the chaos begins. 

All four of the streamers are happy to talk to their fans, play with them and joke around. Eddie pushes his energy, staying as upbeat as usual, as if he wasn’t lying in bed two hours ago wishing desperately for more sleep. He jumps around and claps and laughs, all his usual dramatics coming out as he poses for a few photos, jumping on Steve’s back for one, clinging to him. As the girls walk away, Eddie stays attached to his boyfriend, who’s chuckling. 

“You good babe?” 

“Yeah, just tired,” Eddie smiles, hopping off and once again falling into his usual madness, a few guys walking up, excited to show the couple something they’ve made. 

By noon, Eddie’s energy starts to waver. His throat’s feeling worse, sharp and jagged every time he swallows. His head’s getting stuffier, pressure behind his eyes starting to make bouncing around feel more like a chore. Between the runny nose and sore throat, the long haired man wonders if he sounds like he’s getting sick. 

“iiHGkTSH’ew! snf! hihKgSHhhew! snfsnf! ihEhgKSHhEW! Jesus, sorry guys,” Eddie turns around from where he’s sneezed into the neck of his shirt, wanting to shield everyone from his germs as much as possible. 

“Bless you! It’s totally ok, are you sick?” One of the teens asks, and Eddie shrugs, brushing the comment off entirely. 

He doesn’t want to sound rude, but he also knows that fans, especially the 18-22 year old girls, can get a little intense when it comes to them. Eddie’s feeling just sick enough that he can admit to himself he doesn’t want to deal with the drama of fans coming up and worrying over him. As vain as it sounds, he knows they will. He’s seen the way people fawn all over Steve when he’s been sick, how they ask him how he’s feeling, if he needs anything. 

“I’m fine,” he assures, smiling and asking about a tattoo she has, steering her to a different topic. 

When there’s a slight lull, and Eddie gets a moment where no fans seem to be aging attention to him, he walks into the back of the store. There’s a large hallway with a few doors; a manager's office, a break room, and a bathroom. He heads to the bathroom and locks it when the door shuts, then grabs a paper towel from the tray on the sink and blows his nose a few times. It doesn’t help to make his nose any less pink than it’s already become from the numerous quick swipes and rubs he’s done throughout the past few hours, but it helps with the runniness and the sheen around his nostrils. 

Washing his hands, the twenty six year old pauses before he gets to the door, eyes fluttering. 

“ihGKtCHuhew! hih-ikTSHhew! hh! iiGKshh’EW!”

Catching the sneezes in his hand, Eddie grimaces and grabs another paper towel, repeating the process of blowing his nose and washing his hands. When he’s satisfied he’s not going to need to do everything again, the long haired man steps back out and onto the floor. 

“You get lost?” Robin jokes, walking up to him. 

“No, sorry, had to pee,” he lies, though he’s not even sure why he does. 

Though he doesn’t get sick often, Eddie’s never had a problem admitting when he is, never been like Steve who refuses to slow down, to admit he feels bad, who will run himself into the ground till he’s laid up for days. The musician can easily admit when he feels like shit, when he needs to take a break. He’s already admitted it to Steve, so what’s the issue with everyone else? Why today does he feel the need to hide everything, he’s not entirely sure. Maybe it’s because they’re at a meet up, and he has responsibilities, or that he doesn’t want to bring everybody else’s mood down.

“Steve said you weren’t feeling well, you ok?” 

“I’m fine, you sound like the girls I just talked to,” Eddie rolls his eyes fondly, knowing she’s just coming from a place of love. 

He is fine, he tells himself, straightening a bit. He’s getting a silly cold. Maybe he’s a little tired, maybe his throat is aching and the congestion is starting to make it feel like he’s got concrete in his head. But it’s not a big deal, he has people who want to meet him, who have been excited for weeks to hang out with the four of them. 

Eddie starts talking to a few people, asking them what type of games they’re into, what they like. As more pictures are taken, silly and goofy, Eddie photobombing a few of the others, it’s clear to fans something’s up. He’s trying, he is, to keep up his usual energy, but as the minutes tick by, he can’t. Steve walks over and smiles, joining in on a conversation he and another guy are having, and when the man leaves, Steve guides Eddie to the back hallway. 

“How’re you feeling?” 

“I’m fine Steve,” Eddie doesn’t mean to get prickly, but he wishes people would stop asking him that. 

“Hey, I’m just checking in. I know that cold sucks ass,” Steve frowns. 

“Well I’m fine. You and Robin can stop worrying,” he grumps, rubbing a hand over his face. 

Nose sensitive, it starts tickling when his fingers brush over it. Eddie turns away, pulling the neck of his shirt up, angling his face down. 

“ihGKish’EW! hihhHKTschh’EW! ihKSHhUHew!” 

The sneezes sound messy- are messy, and Eddie sniffles soupily, coughing a little. He looks back up at Steve, who’s staring at him worriedly. The musician bristles, feeling petulant and moody. He doesn’t need Steve to hover over him, and certainly doesn’t need him to play mother hen. 

“Eddi-“ 

“Leave it. It’s fine, I’m fine. I have a cold, Steve, not the plague.” 

Before Eddie can continue, Steve steps closer and presses a palm to Eddie’s forehead, who sets his jaw and glares. 

“Baby, you’re warm, warmer than I thought you’d be. We need to take a break.” 

“I don’t need a break, I’m not a child!” Everything is suddenly too much. Eddie’s whole body feels sensitive, stretched too tight, and he feels anxious. 

“Really? Because you sure are acting like one right now,” Steve scoffs. 

Freezing, Eddie stares at his boyfriend before rolling his eyes, anger flaring inside of him. He turns on his heel and walks back out, leaving Steve standing there. 

The vibe in the store noticeably shifts. Both men are a little more tense, a little less enthusiastic. A few fans ask Robin and Nancy if something happened, and while both wave it off, telling them everything is fine, the women can’t help but wonder the same thing. 

“What’s going on with you and Steve? Did you fight or something?” Nancy asks Eddie, who turns slowly to look at her, his expression resembling a rain cloud. 

“Why don’t you ask him? I’m the child, apparently.” 

“Riggght. Okay, so you two definitely fought,” the brunette grimaces. 

“No, Steve decided he was going to become my keeper,” Eddie grumbles, sniffling and coughing into his arm. 

“I’m sure he’s just worried since you’re not feeling w-“ 

“I’m fine, Jesus fucking Christ!” Eddie doesn’t mean to let his voice get as loud as it does. A few fans look over at them curiously, another has his phone out. Steve and Robin watch with confusion. 

Of course that’s going to be put on Twitter. He can imagine it now. 

Guys, Eddie blew up at Nancy and he’s obviously upset with Steve. What a dick. Canceled. 

Swallowing, making his ears tug uncomfortably, Eddie plays with one of his rings. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I’m just tired of you guys worrying so much. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine.” 

Nancy’s tone tells Eddie it’s anything but, but he doesn’t press it. Not when they’re in front of people. Instead, the curly haired man nods and rubs his face, then his eyes get back to Nancy’s. 

“I’m taking a five minute break.” 

He walks to the back for the third time, trying to calm down. He feels like garbage, he realizes. He’s uncomfortable and tired, everything in his head hurts. His nose is itching again, and he rubs it roughly as he leans against the gray wall. Vaguely surprised no one’s followed him, he tops his head back and lets out a breathy sigh. 

“Are you okay? You’ve never yelled at Nancy before, or anyone.” 

Eddie straightens up immediately. Diagonally in front of him is a girl, maybe early twenties, looking curious, her eyes locked on his. He shoves his hands into his pockets and gives her what he hopes is a convincing smile. 

“We’re friends, all friends have arguments. We should uh, probably get back out to the floor,” he suggests uncomfortably, feeling awkward. 

“Yeah, but you seemed seriously upset. And you’ve been weird this whole time.” 

Damn. When did people start getting bolder? He would have never talked to someone like this when he was younger. 

“Look, it’s nice you care, but it’s kind of private, and-“ he rubs at his nose wrinkling it to hopefully keep the tickle in his head at bay. “-we really should be back out there. I don’t know if you’re allowed to be back here.” 

“I’m just worried, everyone on Twitter is worried. You’re not yourself today.” 

Twitter. Jesus, that website is going to be the death of him. Eddie takes a step forward to start moving, but then freezes, turning away quickly. 

“ihhGuhKTschhew! iihgkshEW! hihkGSHhew!” 

“Bless you.” 

“Thank you,” Eddie sniffles and blinks slowly, wishing the girl would leave. “Alright, let’s get back,” he adds, gesturing to the door that’s not but ten feet away. 

Side stepping the girl, he walks quickly back out into the store. Everyone around him looks at him, making him feel more on edge, so he tries to ignore them. A few people walk up to him and he gives a smile. 

“I actually need to find Steve guys, I’m sorry.” 

He tries not to feel bad that they all look disappointed. Seeing his boyfriend playing Fortnite in the corner on a large tv screen, Eddie heads over, leaning against the wall as he waits for them to finish. Steve glances up at him and rolls his eyes, but when they finish, he too excuses himself, making the others walk off. 

“Yeah?” 

“I want to go home. You were right. I feel like shit, and I want to go home. I’m not having fun anymore.” 

Steve softens and takes his hand, feels his forehead again. Eddie’s aware people are snapping photos but he can’t bring himself to care. Instead he leans into the cool palm, and his boyfriend frowns. 

“Go grab our stuff, yeah? I’ll tell the girls and Rick.” 

The walk to the break room takes longer than it should. A few people stop to talk to him but he politely explains he’s not feeling well, and that he’s sorry, but he’s actually trying to grab stuff so they can head out. Most of them seem to understand, telling him they hope he feels better. A few don’t get it, and Eddie has to be a little more direct. 

“Yeah, I’m just feeling pretty shitty, so I’m not in the mood to try and talk much more. My throat’s on fire,” he gives a tight lipped smile and when they nod, he keeps moving. 

God, this is definitely the worst meet up he’s been to. He’s not sure if it’s because of his awful he feels, or if it’s the fact their fans probably think he’s a dick now, but whatever the cause, when he steps back out with his and Steve’s backpacks, his mood is somehow even more sour. 

As someone snaps another photo of him ‘discreetly’, Eddie almost turns around and asks them to delete it. Instead, he stays quiet aside from his sniffles, finally letting himself deflate when they walk out into the parking lot of the mall. 

“Nance, I’m really sorry,” Eddie mumbles after coughing into his arm. “I didn’t mean to be such an asshole.” 

“I know. You’re sick, and I know you don’t normally do that. I’m sorry you feel so shitty.” 

Eddie shakes his head, sniffling more. 

“No, that’s not an excuse, I was a dick.” 

“Yeah you were,” Robin smirks from the passenger seat. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s just…all relax ok? We’ll deal with it later.” Steve says, his voice tired.

The musician feels guilty. When they get dropped off back at their apartment, and they’re finally inside and away from everyone, even their friends, Eddie grabs Steve’s hand. 

“I’m sorry I was an asshole to you too, Stevie.” 

“You were, but I shouldn’t have said what I said either. I knew you were sick and still picked a fight. So I’m sorry too. Now get your ass in bed so I can take your temperature and figure out what meds I should give you.” 

Eddie groans but does as he’s told, the bed sounding nicer and nicer. Yanking off the clothes he’s in, he tosses them in the hamper then shimmies on sweatpants and his oldest Dio tee. It feels nicer on his skin than the sweater had, and when he crawls into bed, he lets out an almost inhuman moan. God he feels awful. 

Debating, the long haired man finally grabs his phone and hesitantly opens Twitter. Instantly he regrets it. He’s got hundreds of notifications. Some are pictures of him and some fans, others are slamming him for acting the way he did towards Nancy. Some are defending him, some are asking if he’s okay. It all makes his head hurt worse. 

“Hey, got the thermometer,” Steve walks in, frowning when he sees Eddie’s face. “You okay?” 

“Fans are calling me out, which isn’t surprising. Still sucks though, that I even did it in the first place.” 

“Eds. You’re sick, and a little feverish. Nancy will explain. You can explain. And if they still have an issue, then their idiots. Everyone gets prickly when they’re sick. And you and Nance are friends, it’s not like it was a fan.” 

Oh fuck. 

“Oh fuck.” 

“What?” 

Eddie groans, rubbing his face and looking at his boyfriend anxiously. 

“There was a girl…she kind of ambushed me after I yelled at Nancy. Came into the back to try and talk, and she kept ignoring me when I told her she needed to go back. So I kind of just left her there.” 

Steve rolls his eyes. 

“These people need to learn personal space, Jesus. It’ll be fine. You didn’t yell at her, and you didn’t say anything rude. It’s fine Eds.” 

Steve slips the thermometer into Eddie’s mouth, effectively silencing him. It beeps twenty seconds later. 

“100.5. Definitely up enough to make you feel like crap. I’ll grab some Motrin and DayQuil. Just relax okay babe? It’ll all be ok.” 

Sighing, the older man knows he’s right, so he shuts his eyes and sniffles. Minutes later, he’s drinking disgusting fake cherry flavored DayQuil and swallowing two Motrin. 

“Thanks…I love you Stevie.” 

“Love you too Eddie. Let’s just rest now.” 

#my fic #streamerau #st #sh #em #nw #rb

[yikesharringrove]

Okay episode three let’s gooooo

Thesis statement: this is, so far, the scariest season, and I say that as a compliment. Vecna has interesting character design, although I’m pretty over cgi monsters. Give us some practical effects. Get Doug Jones in that slimey lil suit. That’s what was so good about the first season. I like the horror movies vibes, but I said this in my evaluation of ep 1, I miss the low budget monster mash that was season 1. They’ve gotten too big for their britches by now. I like how we’ve kind of switched for el always being the center of it all to Max being the center of this. Not that El isn’t still important to the story, I just like that it’s not something coming to kill el AGAIN. If they are teasing Steve and Nancy I’m gonna freak out. Then breaking up and both moving on was major character development for them BOTH. don’t ruin it like this I’m begging please.

Okay, here are the notey notes:

SAM OWENS SAM OWENS SAM OWENS

“She was trained for this very thing. Remote assassinations” sooooo, maybe vecna is one of the kids? Like one that survived that weird attack that should’ve maybe been mentioned before now in a weird flashback?

Okay this is the first time I’ve ever really liked Jonathan and it’s bc he’s High and Weird.

“Hi Murray 😄” “you kids like risotto?” “Yeah 😄🤪”

“She didn’t look fine” mike literally fuck off

Okay el has killed a lot of people and monsters and things angela took a skate to the face she is literally going to be fine and also never bully you again just chill.

Yeah the upside down is connecting to vecna, I really don’t think he’s an upside down guy.

“We’re not killers like Eddie” literally shut up Jason I wanna attack YOU with a skate.

Steve doing his fruity little wave somebody FUCK this man.

Dustin: there’s nothing to worry about

Eddie: *is wanted for murder* ??????

Nancy’s hairpin is the trans flag colors happy pride

Everyone getting out of Steve’s car like they’re the fucking Scooby Gang.

El pulling out the receipts of mike only saying “from” love that gal.

Jonathan saying he’s el’s brother and then saying stepbrother is amazing on all levels. He IS her brother but also his mom DID marry hop so he IS her stepbrother. Love it.

Steve saying “we’re at the trailer park. should we not be here?” When they’re figuring out what connects Fred and Chrissy is why he’s the first bimbo to survive the first act of the horror movie.

THEY BETTER NOT WITH THIS STEVE AND NANCY BULLSHIT. THEY BETTER NOT.

Steve: wipe your feet

Dustin: *aggressively wipes foot inside car”

Steve: oN tHe OuTsIdE nOt On ThE iNsIdE

Steve: always the babysitter. Always the GODDAMN babysitter

(Someone has been wound a lil right since their bf died. Long time no dick, huh steve?)

How can I join the weirdo garage band????? PLEASE. The drummer. I want gemder. Gimme your gemder 🔪🔪🔪

Sorry these cops interrogating this CHILD without speaking to a parent????

“Did you wanna kill her?” BRO WHAT

“We’re her brothers. And we’re family.” YES YOU ARE YES YOU ARE WILL

I spy a Volkswagen thing. My mom’s first car was a 1973 red thing and we still have it. It’s how I learned to drive stick lol

FINALLY they gave Joyce the hair she deserves. Sis got a full blowout.

Jesus, hop is really doing anything to get the fuck outta here

“So he’s a grandpa murderer who can turn invisible and lift people into the air” Robin STOP Nancy so clearly wants to claw her skin off this is amazing what a duo.

“I don’t really have a filter or understand social cues” bro. neurodivergent robin for the WIN.

“I’m missing collarbones, not eyes” STOP DUSTIN

“When you basically threw yourself at Nance” if this season ends with Steve and Nancy I’m cancelling my whole Netflix subscription. No more Netflix for the whole family. FUCK THAT.

This whole Steve and Dustin car chat made me witch cackle. “I’ll punch you so hard in the face that your teeth will fall back out” literally brothers. BROTHERS.

Max looked her shrink dead in the eye and said fuck the police.

Oh el is going to JAIL jail.

Actually nevermind rip to these guards about to be killed dead.

I LOVE a woman who wears pantyhose under slacks. Queen.

Meanwhile Hopper is cutting off his foot like it’s the first saw movie.

Steve and robin get along so well because they’re both the most annoying people alive I love them.

“Bigfoot is absolutely real” okay big time weirdo robin is EXACTLY what I needed

The basketball team avenging Chrissy like I did NOT sign up to watch riverdale on this night

I’m not saying stranger things has directly copied tremors. But that’s exactly what I’m saying.

GO LUCAS GO LUCAS GO

Sam Owens wins #1 dram queen award

#yikes talks #stranger things spoiler #strangerthingsspoilers #st4

[myster-tea]

So far my reactions to Empires: The Musical

-ooo fun

-good rhyming

-boat

-OLLIE IS AN OMINOUS VOICE??

-Oo pretty water and swimming

-worked a charm 😒

-PRIIIIIISSSSSSMARIIIINE

-STRAWBERRY AND MARCELINE THATS SO CUTE-

-good builds good shaders 10/10

-vibing with the axolotls

-bad and spy axolotls get put in the geode room to atone for their fishy crimes

-they make the wings go fly fly :D

-more axolotl vibing

-yum fish

-*angry stomping up steps* *mumble mumble* stupid Joey *mumble mumble*

-they’ll be hell to pay >:(

-little did Lizzie know that this plan would backfire

-slay king get that money

-pew pew

-Ok truce. Yeah truce

-right? 😟

-awwww they’re so cute

-“you could say it’s a date” “that’s a boat-“

-flying car

-she’s so confused

-why’s it raining scaffolding??

-THIS IS SO CUTE-

-the squid in the background-

-the animation is so weird the heck

-YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT SOONER, PEARL >:/

-THE DANCING—

-SHRUBBBBBB ILY

-SHES SO TINY—

-NOT THE DANCING AGAIN

-yessssssss

-I love how pixelrifs’s outfit looks like aging copper 10/10 outfit my guy

-all these are catchy

-it takes two to tango. Just that song ITS SO GOOD AND I WANNA DRAW IT-

-that’s fruity-

-WHERES MY MOTIVATION TO DRAW—

-Mythical sausage looks so confused I can’t-

-THATS FRUITY-

-IT GOT FRUITIER—

-let the man place his birch fences don’t try and dance with him Jesus- LET HIM PLACE THE FENCES-

-that was a vibe

-AWWW THE OWLS I WANT TO PET THEM DNDJSJSHWJISHSHDJXNSFJDJ

-“do u have shoes” “I HAVE A FISHING ROD :D”

-IVE GOT A DEAAAAAAAAL WITH DESTINY-

-love it when two characters are like “haha this fool is going to fall into my trap” behind each other’s backs

-but Lizzie, I’m a MaTeRiAl GoRl

- *dramatic gasp* BUT WHAT ABOUT M E?????

-“I definitely know what this is and I know it’s powerful yep mhm I know exactly what this is”

-slay

-orb

-F I S H WIFE?????? FISH WIFE-

-haha funny

-SHUBBLE OS SO TINY-

-sounds like a corpse husband song-

-BIG DADDY ZORZOR?????????

-ZORNEY?????????

-THE ANIMATIONS-

-THATS LIZZIE TALKING???????

-he’s rapping and you’re trying to punch him? Dang- let him rap dude

-yay peaceful

-ooo crown

-oh fights-

-THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY-

-slay king

-Joel just swooped in like “MINE BEECH-“

-ALL THESE SONGS ARE GOOD-

-YES THE BOAT RIDE :D

-buff axolotl

-haha puns-

-more puns-

-hahahahahaahaha puns—

-the Joel heads I can not—

-yeah >:D

-BUFF AXOLOTL ON LEAD IS CURSED-

-slay queen be a hero

-dang r u d e

-YES SHORT QUEEN SLAY

-cheater cheater pumpkin eater

-THE CROWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNN

-chaos

-yaaaaay Joel you did it :)

-NOT THE DANCING-

-fish fusion

-kaboom

-rip everyone’s bases

-you THINK??? Bestie- bestie look around u-

-she going to go insane?

-good ending

#Max You’re Rambling Again #Brain Rot

[keef-a-corn]

I could make so many amazing incorrect quotes from things I’ve actually said in front of people.

To be clear, I am [A]

A: Who needs an alarm if you don’t sleep?

B: get some sleep. Please.

A: f**k off.

A: imagine having a dirty playlist and it’s just a bunch of different Transformers theme songs.

A: now imagine your partner was transgender-

A: I’m not like other girls.

A: I sleep with other girls.

A: The only thing flatter than that is your chest.

B: I don’t care about my chest size, so why do I feel so offended?

A: Because it was well timed.

A: I wrote down some notes.

A: some of these are real, some are fake.

A: you decide which ones are which.

A: I have 37 Fanfictions for Transformers Prime alone-

B: what??

A: oh, sorry I was wrong.

B: oh-

A: I’m up to 42.

A: so I was reading through something and it ended on a cliffhanger and I cried.

B: Yeah, I’ve done that a few times.

A: Who knew I could write such engaging Cookie Run Kingdom fanfics, damn.

A: since when did stupid people decide insulting someone smarter than them was a good idea?

A: I’m so good at faking sick that when the school nurse took my temperature, she said I should go home.

B: I don’t understand why they tell us that religion is all about interpretation, yet can mark my answer as wrong.

A: how are we in the same year and yet you don’t understand marking criteria.

A: When I’m tired my writing looks like a doctors handwriting.

A: the trick it that this is actually just one ongoing line with dents in it.

B: Wait..

C: holy sh*t it is.

A: I want to lie down and cry.

A, in period 4: That’s my final subject. I’m done. I’m going home.

B, the teacher: what?

A: I’m sick. I came to school for my key subjects, maths, science and English. They’re done. I’m going home.

B: you’ve been sick all day?

A: yes.

B: go to the office! Go home!

A: If I hear how great my brother is one more time, Imma bite someone.

A: common sense. It’s not for everyone.

A: I don’t go to concerts.

B: Really?

A: I don’t even go to parties.

B: what?! Why not??

A: I don’t like people.

A: God was a little fruity.

B: Yeah

A: but Jesus was 100% gay.

B: Oh, absolutely

#incorrect quotes #but they’re just me #they’re actual quotes #all of them were light hearted #certain ones apply to certain characters #like I can all of them to characters I like

[yes-that-would-be-dark]

started watching kaguya-sama w/ my friend and there is not a single straight girl in that series holy shit

#they’re all so fruity jesus #also that one guy is such a mood. whatever his name is. ishigami??? the emo one you know who I mean #and I’ve known the chika dance for MONTHS so I’m thrilled to be experiencing the original source material #anyways this whole love is war thing is so relatable seeing as the friend I’m watching it with happens to also be my crush #and I think he likes me too so that’s certainly adding some spice 👁👁 #kaguya sama: love is war #kaguya sama #kaguya shinomiya #miyuki shirogane #yu ishigami #chika fujiwara #ai hayasaka

[animebw]

Reading One Piece: Chapters 897-899

-”Pedro was the only one capable of calming me down!” That’s a little fruity ngl

-Lmao, no one buys his disguise for a second.

-Sanji to the rescue!

-”Crush his eyes so he’ll never see the full moon again!” Jesus.

-”We were just hoping to enact some payback of our own!” I can’t believe I’m saying this, but thank god for Germa 66.

And I thought Dressrosa was a chaotic mess. This is just sheer madness. I don’t think anyone really knows for sure who they’re fighting anymore, the battle is just too confusing and cluttered.

-OKAY THANK GOD THESE OP GERMA POWERS ARE ON OUR SIDE FOR ONCE

-okay but why shove Reiju’s ass in our face when she’s being cool

-”Our fate rests within the flavor of that cake!” Truer words were never spoken.

-”We’ve given up years of our life to live within the safety of a sea emperor’s territory, only for the emperor herself to level it to the ground!” Makes you think, don’t it?

-oh my god

So Sanji’s dad goes on this massive, furious tirade about how much Sanji sucks and everything that sucks about him and how could Luffy possibly think he’s a worthy crewmate

And Luffy’s only response is:

“Why was he only listing your best qualities?”

Because what Sanji’s family could never understand is that all the things they see as weakness? Sanji’s empathy? His frailty? His lack of arrogance? His chivalry? His willingness to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves?

Those are what make Sanji stronger than Germa 66 could ever be.

And all Vinsmoke Judge can do is flail in search of this answer he could never understand.

Welcome back, Sanji. Your real family’s waiting with open arms.

-YOOOOOO FISHMEN TO THE RESCUE

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #one piece #one piece manga #luffy #monkey d luffy #zoro roronoa #zoro #nami #usopp #sanji #tony tony chopper #chopper #nico robin #franky #brook #jimbei

[mackdizzy]

Things I know about the great comet of 1812 (from someone who knows a decent amount but not a lot about great comet)

[because my newsies post is blowing up again and i thought a part 2 would be cool]

—so first and foremost, let’s get one thing very straight; there’s a war going on out there somewhere and Andre isn’t here

—and because you have to look it up in your program and it’s a complicated Russian novel where everyone’s got nine different names, there are. A LOT. Of characters. I will try to recap them.

—Natasha is young. Sonya is her cousin. Helene is a slut (wtf misogyny). Anatole is hot. Dolokhov is not very important, which is straight up bullying. That’s not all of them but that’s all I’ve got

—and then theyre like what about Pierre? USELESS STUPID OLD UGLY FAT PIERRE I’m like Jesus Christ guys

—let’s get into plot. Ill try my best.

—Natasha lives with Sonya, her cousin, and Marya, who is Sonya’s mom and her aunt maybe?? Natasha is engaged to Andre, but remember Andre isn’t here because there’s a war going on out there somewhere

—Pierre is also here, but he’s very depressed and thinks we’re all gonna turn into dust or smthn

—there is also a very depressed girl named Mary and her BITCH ASS UNCLE but I don’t know how they are important AT ALL so I’m done talking about them now

—anyway. All is fine and dandy until Anatole shows up at this ball and sweeps Natasha off her feet, real Romeo and Juliet style.

—now okay this is a little weird because Anatole is married to Helene except I think Helene is also his sister and there’s some like inc/st thing going on there. which like personally I do not find that hot but Lucas Steele whatever whatever whatever

—so Helene is like yo Natasha you have to be charming if you want to steal my man slash brother

—but then like

—im realizing I really don’t know what happens in this musical

—people find out about Natasha and Anatole and they’re like not in MY HOUSE so anatole like. Takes Natasha and they run away and that’s MAYBE the end of act 1 and then they write letters

—and then Andre gets back and he has a duel with DOLOKHOV I think? He’s probably fighting for his boyfriends honor bc let me tell you there is something FRUITY going on between Anatole and dolokhov. Which idk guys dueling for ur Boyfs honor sounds pretty important to me 🤨

—anyway. Anatole and Natasha are running away, Andre and Dolokhov are living it up ten duel commandments style, and THEN THIS BITCH NAMED BALAGA POPS OUT WITH AN ACCORDION

—WHY? WHO FUCKING KNOWS.

—sorry this show makes me a little bit angry sometimes

—anyway. Anatole like basically DUMPS Natasha and she’s so upset by it that she literally nearly dies of depression. like it gets super sad out of literally nowhere

—and then Pierre shows up and he’s like don’t be depressed, Natasha, marry me, even though we have never spoken in this entire show and they live happily ever after

—I think somewhere there is a comet

#Broadway #bway #tgc #the great comet #great comet #amber gray #the other people in this show #Uhhhhh #I’m spent for hashtags love you guys #lucas steele

[parkers-gal]

Can you please write a fic where Tony think Peter is really innocent till he comes back to the compound with a hickey and the avengers are like "since when does Parker get action?" and they want to meet his girlfriend (reader)

hope u enjoy <3 (feel free to resend it if u want me to rewrite it)

—

“Parker,” Tony doesn’t look up from the paper he’s writing on. “Do you want the blue or the red toothbrushes?” He’s currently restocking on items for the compound, Peter’s room included. He’s insistent on paying for it all in one big purchase, so there’s no opacity when it comes to living with the Avengers.

Peter hums. “Can you get the one with the science doodles on it?”

Tony nods, scribbling something down before spitting out another question. “Do you want the yogurt with the fruity designs or the one with the boring white label?”

“The fruity designs one tastes better.”

“Got it.”

With a few exchanged words, Peter is walking towards the elevator to go back to his apartment with May, where he’ll meet you for some other activities.

As a few hours pass, Peter is walking into the large kitchen of the compound. Tony and Steve are in the middle of a sea of grocery bags. Bucky, Natasha, and Sam are emptying the bags and handing the items to both Stark and Rogers. Wanda is seated on a kitchen stool, sipping some tea while engrossed in conversation with Vision.

“Hey,” Peter smiles at them, announcing his arrival.

“Where were you?” Wanda inquires curiously.

“With a friend.”

“Would a friend do that to your neck?”

Movements stop as eyes turn to Peter’s direction. His eyes go wide, and his hand slaps over his skin. But not fast enough, because Tony is gasping while Steve shakes his head disappointedly. Bucky is gagging from his stance, and Natasha rolls her eyes.

“You’re seeing someone?”

Peter blushes at Nat’s question, and he can feel himself burning up. He’s internally smacking himself for letting the evidence show that you two are together.

“Uhm… yeah. I have a girlfriend.”

Tony’s jaw is on the floor, feet moving faster than his brain. They’re gathering a little closer to Peter and away from the bags of groceries.

Peter wants to shy away from all of their gazes. He wants to crawl into your arms so nobody can see his blush but you. But, alas, he knows this moment is inevitable, and he faces it head on while it still hits him.

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Where’d you meet her?”

“Why haven’t we met her? When can we?”

“Uhm…” Peter scratches the back of his neck, collecting all of their words as best he can. “She’s- she’s in my physics lecture.” He smiles, blush spreading, brightening.

“How long have you been together?” Tony’s gentle, staying as calm as he can manage.

“Almost four months.”

“And you’re… fidaddling with each other already?” “Sam!” Natasha smacks his arm.

“He has like four hickeys on his neck!”

“He’s a teenager!”

“In college,” Bucky butts in, eyeing Peter and then Natasha. “They’re hormonal sex demons.”

“Oh god,” Steve rubs his forehead and his eyes. Tony scoffs, bewildered.

“He’s too… innocent to get to second base.”

“I don’t know…” Bucky purses his lips. “Those hickeys look pretty dark.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Language, please.”

“All I wanna know is when and how he started getting some.”

“You need to go out more if you want to get on his level.” Bucky smirks as Sam reacts the way he’d hoped he would: mouth dropping in a scoff with an eye roll.

“I think the real question here, though,” Wanda nudges her way to the front, where she can talk to Peter head on. “Is when can we meet her?”

“You- uh… you guys want to meet her?”

“Of course we do, Peter!” Nat smiles softly. “You’re an Avenger. Anyone you take in, we take in.”

“We protect everyone we love. Girlfriends included.” Sam agrees. Peter smiles at the inclusiveness of the superheroes. He nibbles on his bottom lip before breaking out in a smile, nodding.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll… I’ll ask her.”

Sam and Bucky take that as their cue to go back to their tasks, and they indulge themselves in a conversation about who your favorite Avenger might be. Peter refrains himself from rolling his eyes, still touched at the encounter.

“You could at least try to hide the hickeys.”

“Tony!”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb #peter parker oneshot #college!peter parker #college!peter parker x you #spiderman #spiderman fic

[hyunderwater]

now i can't stop thinking 'bout you (01)

beomgyu x taehyun (txt)

genre: fluff, romance, enemies-to-lovers

warnings: swearing, mentions of food

summary: beomgyu and taehyun both have a crush on kai- or do they? (note: no smut this ch but i plan to include some in this fic)

wc: 1.5k

ao3 link<-

01-02-03

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Let’s get one thing very, very clear. Choi Beomgyu has a crush on Huening Kai, not that fucking annoying ass short nerdy loser Kang Taehyun. So why doesn’t anyone believe that?

Beomgyu really only wants to do two things: complain about Taehyun, and dance.

Sorry, three things. He also wants to flirt with Huening Kai.

And there is really only one place where he can do all of those things: dance club practice.

Beomgyu remembers his first day of college in detail: the crowds of students and overexcited fathers, crying mothers, confused siblings, random boxes everywhere, and millions of different clubs trying to recruit students with the same amount of effort as those pastors that ask you for a moment to talk about your lord and savior Jesus Christ.

Beomgyu felt a lot like he was being chased by one of those stupid pastors at that moment.

“Kid- Please- '' the person panted, speed-walking after Beomgyu with sweat rolling down their face in torrents. “Please- Stop- I just-”

They had been chasing him down like he was an escaped chicken for a good amount of time, with the hot sun beating down on them, and Beomgyu finally took pity on them.

“What do you want?” Beomgyu snapped, stopping and turning towards the person. “Oh, thank god!” The person exclaimed raggedly, stopping abruptly and bending over with their hands on their knees. Huh. So they’re probably not a pastor, taking god’s name in vain like that. “My name’s Soobin. Would you like to join the dance club?”

“God, why is Taehyun everywhere? It’s like, why doesn’t he understand that Kai doesn’t want to talk to him? Kai probably wants to talk to me, but Taehyun won’t fucking leave his ass alone! Everywhere I go, I just see those stupidly big eyes and weird face! And why does it work for him? It’s really not fair!”

“You really talk about Taehyun a lot,” Soobin commented, shoveling another bite of cake into his mouth.

Beomgyu would have done a spit take, if he had anything to spit.

“What! No! I mean yeah, the dude’s annoying as fuck but I’m not… obsessed with him or whatever!”

Soobin raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh,” he said slowly.

“The fuck did you even mean by that?” Beomgyu pouted. “I just feel threatened by him. Y’know, I read this article that alpha males often feel threatened by other-”

“What the fuck??” Soobin scream-laugh-choked around his cake, spewing crumbs onto the poor table. “Someone needs to take away your internet access,” Soobin giggled. “I can’t believe you just called yourself an alpha male.”

“Hey! I didn’t mean it seriously, I’m not one of those misogynistic motherfuckers who makes videos enforcing toxic masculinity and tells crusty dusty old men how to manipulate women into sleeping with them!” Beomgyu protested.

“You better not be,” Soobin threatened, brandishing his tiny café fork at Beomgyu.

“I’m literally a twinky fruity feminist girlboss, don’t worry, queen.” Soobin caught sight of Beomgyu’s limp wrist and snorted so hard that a cake crumb came out of his nose.

“Oh fuck, man, are you okay? Shit!” Beomgyu said, abruptly switching back to his normal voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Soobin blew his nose a couple times in tissues he magically produced, then turned back to Beomgyu with a serious look on his face. “But seriously, are you sure that you aren’t feeling anything for Taehyun?”

“Yeah, I feel hate.”

Soobin gave him a look. “No, like…other feelings.”

Beomgyu wrinkled his nose. “What does that even mean?”

Soobin smiled sagely at him and stood up, dropping some dollar bills next to his plate. “You’ll figure it out one day,” he said patronizingly, turning to leave.

“Like you know shit about romance! We both know how long it took for you to even end up realizing your feelings for Yeonjun!”

Soobin just kept walking towards the door.

You’ll figure it out one day. What the hell did that mean?

Some days, Beomgyu really regretted joining the dance club.

This day happened to be one of them.

The alarm on his phone was loud and whiny, filling the dorm with shrill beeps at exactly 4:30 a.m.

Beomgyu sat up so fast that the blankets twisted around his ankles and he flopped onto the floor (why are floors so solid?) and struggled around like a fish on dry land for a couple minutes before he finally managed to get his hands on his phone and turn the ear-splitting alarm off.

“Fuck,” said Beomgyu as he stared at the ceiling, tangled in blankets, half awake, and definitely going to miss the bus if he didn’t haul ass in the next zero seconds.

With that, he aggressively tore the blankets off his legs and hobbled towards the bathroom to start what was probably going to be a very, very long day.

“Hey! Choi number three! The other Chois got here ten minutes ago, where the hell have you been?”

“Sorry, Coach,” Beomgyu apologized. “It’s fine, it’s too late to do anything about it anyways. Don’t forget, though, the high school dance team is in there too, don’t squish them by accident or anything.” Beomgyu snorted. “Hah, okay,” he said, already climbing into the bus.

He walked down the aisles, slowly starting to panic as he realized that the bus was full to the brim with students. How big is this fucking high school team?

He reached the back of the bus, and his heart dropped did the fucking wap.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Beomgyu had resorted to shoving on his headphones and scooching his butt until he was sitting half in the aisle, which really wasn’t comfortable, but all things considered, it was much better than cozying up to his seat neighbor. His music was loud, and he was good at ignoring discomfort, so he could tolerate it, as long as nothing unexpected happened.

One headphone was pulled roughly out of his ear, and he whirled around, automatically slapping at the offender.

“Hey, chill!”

“Wh- I’m not gonna ‘chill’! The hell was that? I know you don’t like me, but what the fuck? That’s so petty, you’re like a schoolboy pulling on a poor girl’s pigtails-”

Taehyun pressed a finger to his lips, quieting him surprisingly effectively. “Oh, good to know something shuts your mouth,” Taehyun remarked in a way that was unbearably attracti- annoying. Unbearably annoying.

“Anyways, what I was gonna say is that I was wondering why you don’t have AirPods or something better than these clunky wires.” Taehyun lightly tugged on the headphone he’d removed, examining the wire with evident distaste. “You really can’t tell me it’s for the aesthetic or whatever, because I know that’s bullshit. These are ugly.”

Beomgyu scoffed, pulling the headphone back and clutching it to his chest, away from Taehyun’s prying hands. “The fuck? They are not ugly, one, and two, why would I spend money on AirPods when these work just fine and cost me no extra money?”

Taehyun shrugged. “Huh, good point, I guess.”

He turned back to face out the window and Beomgyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe the two hours wouldn’t be as unbearably horrid as he’d thought.

Beomgyu’s eyes fluttered open. The light was unbearable, searing his eyes and leaving behind little dots of colors dancing in the cool red darkness provided by his eyelids. He slowly collected his senses, stretching his sore muscles subtly as he nestled deeper into the soft knit underneath his cheek.

“Someone’s cuddly when they’re not trying to be all tough and macho, huh?”

The voice was enough to pull Beomgyu out of his freshly-napped daze, leaving him reeling like a bucket of ice-cold water had just been dumped over his head.

He yanked his head off of Taehyun’s shoulder, eyes widening in panic. “Hooooly- how long- what?”

Taehyun smiled at him, and if Beomgyu didn’t know better, he would have said it was almost fond. “We’re here, sleepyhead.”

Beomgyu glared at him. “Don’t tease.”

He stalked out of the bus, avoiding Taehyun’s eyes at all cost.

The group filed into the hotel, talking amongst themselves excitedly.

Their coach walked to the front of the group, clearing their throat loudly. “Alright everyone, listen up! We made roommates based on your requests, so hopefully you should all be happy with who you end up rooming with.” They looked at them threateningly over the tops of their glasses. “Got that?”

The group nodded, shifting around restlessly.

“Okay, in room 227, we have Jake and Sunghoon.”

The pair high-fived, matching smiles on their faces.

“Room 230, Jay and Huening Kai.”

Taehyun sighed in disappointment, so loud that Beomgyu could hear it from several feet away. Way to be obvious.

“Room 229, Yeonjun and Soobin.”

Yeonjun smiled at Soobin, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Soobin blushed, smacking him in the chest.

“Don’t make me regret that, idiots. Okay, moving on, Room 225, Taehyun and Beomgyu.”

Their coach kept talking, but Beomgyu could only hear a dull ringing in the back of his skull.

That wasn’t really happening.

It couldn’t be.

“This is the worst day of my life,” he mumbled to himself.

next>>>

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[it9chi]

drinking with fushiguro, itadori & nobara 

note: they’re aged up + thanks to chloe @sunasbabie​ for helping me <3

fushiguro → a hard drinker oh my fucking god. might as well give up if you want him to be tipsy cs he’s going to need something HARD. gojo probably taught him how to drink and became a bit choosy on what he likes cs he’s under gojo’s influence yk? #GOJOINFLUENCER so that means mf used to buy him those expensive drinks and now that’s all megumi drinks and nothing else. nobara complains that why does her wallet have to suffer more than her liver when the trio all come around and have a few rounds of drinks. 

→ the philosophical kind of drunk jesus fuck. if you start to notice that he’s becoming a bit more chatty than usual, please run away as far as possible unless you want to listen to a 40 minute conversation about the meaning of life. you wouldn’t want to listen to that if you’re equally as shitfaced as him

itadori → a lightweight for the most part but there’s certain drinks that takes a while for him to become tipsy. (a while = 3 bottles) so this usually means he’s in charge of the food instead. you know to like .. make sure he isn’t the first one to get shitfaced the moment they arrive at the bar. also the DD unless he gets wasted first. he’s also the one who holds up nobara’s hair once she starts throwing up

→ a clingy drunk. like literally so clingy he starts hugging people he doesn’t even know cause according to him, he thinks he knows them cause they look “familiar” no yuuji, they’re not familiar at all. though sometimes his emotion gets the best of him and he’s bawling on the floor or he’s about to fuck someone’s face up for some reason (read: mahito issues) 

nobara → somewhere in between. can’t handle drinks that aren’t fruity or sweet enough to taste like spiked juice tho sometimes when people offer a shot or something that she doesn’t regularly drink, who is she to say no for a challenge? if she does end up drinking a hard drink, this means itadori and fushiguro (mostly fushiguro) has to haul her ass back to the dorm but most of the time though, she can take care of herself as she should unlike itadori. 

→ as emotional drunk. her and fushiguro do not make a good drunk pair cause best believe you’re gonna be stuck in that bar/club til the break of dawn. even if she won’t admit it sober, she loves all her friends and would take a bullet for them. drunk!nobara is where her true emotions shine and she’s basically professing her love for her friends in the middle of the dance floor 

#jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #itadori x reader #fushiguro x reader #kugisaki x reader #itadori imagines #itadori headcanons #fushiguro headcanons #fushiguro imagines #kugisaki imagines #kugisaki headcanons