#we couldn't get them to wear them when things were at its worst!

[lovelytsunoda]

give me a kiss (or three) // lando norris

summary: matching clothes shouldn't turn lando on this much.

pairing: lando norris x female reader

warnings: smut, the worst description I have ever written, it’s a lil bit cringe. lando has a nickname for his dick, and a box of flavoured condoms in his bedside drawer. lowkey inspired by an audio posted by the wonderful @2-fast-2-curious. (I took a lot of creative liberties and added a ton of things, but the base idea is still there), there's more laughter than sex in here my dudes-

seeing lando norris wrapped up in the soft pink bedspread should not have warmed her heart the way that it did.

she had slipped out of the bed and ducked across the hallway to use the bathroom, and when she came back, her chest seized at the sight of her lover, his arms wrapped around the massive section of duvet that she was previously buried under.

she never thought she'd see the day, and she never thought she could feel this way about someone who felt the same way back.

she slowly began to dress, careful not to make any noise in the small bedroom. not only would she prefer not to wake her roommates, lando himself was a light sleeper and he needed to be well rested before they went to visit her parents that afternoon.

"sweetheart?" lando mumbled, messy-haired and groggy as he began to surface from underneath the duvet. "its so early, what are you doing awake?"

"i have to run to tescos, and then i have boxing at ten." she smiled softly, tightening the strap on her lacy bralette. "i wanted to let you sleep in. you'll need all your energy for the drive later."

lando snorted, sitting up straight, his curls matted by sleep and sticking to his skin. "there's no way you're wearing a bra that nice to your boxing class."

"i'll change when i get there." she chuckled, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

the blankets shifted with the movement, falling away from lando's thighs to where his royal blue boxers hugged his skin. the man looked down, and then over to the matching set his girlfriend was wearing before he let out a laugh.

"what's so funny?"

"your bra matches my underwear." lando snickered. "we match. a perfect pair."

she couldn't help but join in with her lovers laughter and mirth, looping her arm's around his neck with a chortle. his skin was warmed against hers, which had rapidly cooled since she had emerged from her blanket huddle and into the winter air that filled her home.

"you're so cringe." she giggled, standing between his legs, the slight shade of difference between their underclothes making her smile.

he was right. they were almost a perfect pair.

"cringe? you think i'm cringe?" lando feigned hurt, squeezing her sides playfully. he kissed her deeply, nipping at her bottom lip as his hands roamed her lower body.

the kiss was passionate, yet playful, smiles evident on both of their faces (even when lando slipped his tongue into her mouth, earning a surprised shout).

"not as cringe as the time-" she stopped midsentence, whining as lando ran his tongue along the sweet spot on her neck before diving back in to kiss her. "you wore the monoply boxers."

"i thought 'wanna go to jail" was a great line!"

"yeah, for a fifteen year old boy!"

"it still worked, didn't it?" lando laughed, grabbing at her thighs to roll them over.

the duvet was soft and pillowy around her, bunched up just enoough around her that it narrowed her field of vision. all that existed in that moment was her and lando.

just the way she liked it. she loved it when they were silly like this, playful and sexy at the same time. an experience that felt so uniquely like the two of them and their love, and ensured that they never got tired of being intimate with each other.

"am i still cringe when i've got your wrists pinned to the bed?" lando smirked, his body a comfortable weight against hers, her wrists cradled against the goose down.

"i dunno." she smiled arching upwards to press her lips against his. "why don't we find out?"

lando grinned at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "i like the way you think, but don't you have to go to boxing?"

"they won't miss me. i'm there three times a week as it is." she smiled, snaking one bare leg around his.

lando's touch was as familiar as her afternoon stretching routine. every brush of his fingertips against her skin made her feel powerful, like she could do anything. his lips were comfortable and warm against hers, yet new and exciting every time. lando's grip on her wrists let up, and she buried her fingers in his curls, tugging softly.

"fuck, babe. i love it when you do that." he moaned, lips dancing over the material of her bralette, tonguing at her peaked nipples.

"i know." she hummed, breath hitching. "oh, i love it when you do that."

"that's my girl." lando hummed, reverence in his eyes and a serene expression on his face as he continued to kiss across her collarbone, throughout the valley between her breasts. "you want my fingers, baby? want me to make you feel good?"

“please.” she keened, arching into him.

landos calloused fingers danced across her thigh, over the cluster of freckles that used to make her feel so insecure but he so dearly loved, reaching for the damp spot on her panties. his touch was feather light, running up and down her slit, barely applying any pressure at all.

“lando.” she breathed, making a show of spreading her legs wider for him.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl.” he hummed, tugging her panties to the side before dipping two fingers in with a moan. “all this for me? you’re so wet, love.”

“only for you.” she moaned, breath hitching as she dug her fingernails into landos shoulder blades, his tongue darting out to lick the sweat off her neck. “oh, baby.”

“such a good girl for me, taking my fingers so well.” he praised, using his free hand to guide her face towards his.

lando kissed her deeply, her hands moving to clutch his hair as his fingers fucked her deeper. every inch of her body was on fire with desire, pleasure pooling in her stomach, her lovers hard cock pressing against her stomach while he finger-fucked her to high heaven.

“oh my god, lando, fuck, I think I’m gonna-“

she didn’t have time to finish that thought before lando pulled his fingers out abruptly, making a show out of licking them off as she whined impatiently at her ruined orgasm.

“what the fuck, dude!”

lando just laughed, kissing her forehead. “payback, sweetheart. you called me cringe, so you don’t get to come.”

“fuck you.”

“I beleive you’re trying to.”

the room went awkwardly silent, so much so that you could hear a pin drop. and then, all at once, they both burst out laughing. the kind of laughter that makes your eyes water, your stomach start to hurt. Lando was laughing so hard that he dropped back onto the bed, bare chest heaving as he looked up at the ceiling.

“why the fuck did I say that?” he cackled.

“I don’t know!” she laughed back. “if it helps, I thought it was cute, and it really made me want to suck your dick.”

“yes, actually. that does help.” landos eyes brightened as she shifted his position, sliding his boxers down his legs. “little lando has missed your pretty face.”

“little lando? god I hate that you have a nickname for your penis.”

“we’ll, if you’re going to insult him like that-“

“shut up.” she breathed, kissing him with a smile. “do we have any of those flavoured condoms left?”

lando grinned. “watermelon or fruit punch?”

she slipped off the bed, foot tangling with the flat sheet as she crouched in front of the bedside table, digging through the drawer for the small red box, searching for the elusive fruit punch condom.

she had never been a fan of giving head. there was something about it that had always just icked her out, but lando made her want to try. she wanted to expand her horizons with him, not for him. it took a lot of trial and error, but they found a way: flavoured condoms. this way, it was more enjoyable for her as well as him. it was akin to a warm ice lolly, rather than a body part.

she deftly ripped the packaging open, sliding the rubber shield onto landos cock. she positioned herself between his legs, taking a few deep breaths before taking his cock in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and running her tongue up and down the shaft.

“oh my god!” lando moaned, resisting the urge to buck his hips. getting blown was always a treat for him, considering that y/n didn’t enjoy it all the time, finding it more stressful than it was worth. but every time she did it, he was reminded just how incredible she was at it.

it was a treat, one that he would savour until the end of time.

he bit his lip to stifle a moan, dropping his hand to the back of her head. he was big in her mouth, weighty against her tongue. she closed her eyes, sucking gently.

“god, you’re so perfect.” lando whined, rubbing reassuring circles with his thumb on the side of her head. “taking me like such a good girl.”

she opened her eyes, chancing a look at the love of her life. she moaned at the sight of his rippling abs, body contorted in pleasure.

all because of her. she did that.

“fucking hell, honey. I think I’m gonna blow.”

lando came with a howl, hips stuttering as he came inside the condom sheath. she slipped off his cock quickly, leaving a trail of saliva behind as she made her way up his body to press a soft kiss to landos lips. using a handful of tissues, he slipped the condom off, balling it up and tossing it in the wastebasket. his breathing was heavy, but he was raring to go for more.

“sit on my cock, babe. ride me, please. I need it.”

she smiled, kissing him again. “now who’s the needy one?”

“shut up. do you want to come on my dick or not?” he joked, tickling her sides.

she playfully pushed him against the headboard before rooting around for another condom (a normal one, this time). she pressed the foil packet into lando's hand before getting to her feet and sliding off her soaked panties. she moved to take off her bra as well, but lando grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"keep it on, gorgeous."

and how could she argue when he was giving her puppy dog eyes?

she sunk down slowly, dramatically playing up her actions with some hair-fluffing and boob-primping. lando laughed underneath her, the sound distracting her from the sting as he stretched her out with his cock.

she shifted slowly at first, moving her hips in slow, torturous circles, biting her lip to stop a moan. her lover groaned, looking up at her with lust and reverence in his eyes.

"comfy?" he quipped, hands gently moving to grip her backside.

"very." she smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

lando wasted no time in guiding her movements, lifting her up and down on his cock like it was no effort at all. her fingernails dug into his shoulders, small pants coming out in quick breaths as she bounced on his length.

"oh my god, lando." she whined. "you feel so good. so good, baby."

"that's my girl." lando hummed, dotting kisses along her collarbone, his hands grabbing fistfuls of her ass. "only i get to see you like this, make you feel this good." he growled "and you're doing so so well for me, love."

if lando were to explain what having sex with his girlfriend was like in two words, he'd probably say coming home. she was his safe haven. they fit together like a glove, always seemed to know what the other needed without saying a word. and if they spent more time laughing than actually having sex, or fi their sex was goofier than it was seductive? that didn't matter to him. all that mattered was that they spent that time together.

just two people in love, showing the other just how much.

every bit of praise made her skin break out in goosebumps. she could feel herself dripping onto lando's thighs, but she didn't care. she just wanted to be close to him. as close as physically possible. she arched inwards, leaning against his chest for support as lando stopped moving her hips, instead thrusting his up rapidly to meet hers, a strangled moan escaping her throat.

"that's it, princess. you don't need to do any of the work. lando's got you." he cooed, pressing kisses to her sweaty forehead, whispering words of praise in between moans and grunts. animalistic sounds that just turned her on even more, pleasure reverberating throughout her body.

her slender fingers came up to tangle in his hair, tugging gently. lando moaned softly, angelically, his head tilted backwards and his eyes closed. it was a heavenly sight as he leaned down to sew her lips to his, walls beginning to contract against his cock.

"fuck, lando, go faster. i'm so close, baby." she whined, feeling him pick up the pace, hugging her body closer. she matched his movements, circling her hips and reaching a hand towards her clit.

"you coming, baby? you gonna come all over my thick, hard dick?" lando crooned. "touching yourself for me? getting yourself off on my cock."

"lando, please." she breathed, fingers rapidly moving against her swollen bud. she could feel herself getting closer, the band in her stomach getting tighter. "make me come."

he kissed her hard, thrusting deeper, the room echoing with the sounds of his skin slapping against hers, his guttural moans as his head fell back against the pillows. she could feel him release into the condom, his dick shuddering inside her, the latex getting warmer as it filled.

that was enough to trigger her own release, her juices pouring out of her, running down lando's shaft and dripping onto his thighs. she came with a cry of his name, bracing her hands against the headboard. her limbs felt like jelly as she tried to ease herself off him.

"easy does it." lando spoke softly, his voice raspy (as it usually was after sex), his touch gentle as he eased her down onto the bed. "remember to breathe, there's still water on the nightstand from last night. finish the glass, darling." he kissed her forehead softly before stripping himself of the condom and wiping her legs up with a handful of tissues. "come here."

she smiled, placing the now-empty ikea glass on the nightstand before curling up against him, wrapping her naked limbs over his, pulling the flat sheet over their bodies.

"this was a much better workout than boxing." she smiled, resting her head on his chest. "you're more fun than the coach is."

"i should hope so. i need to give you a reason to keep me around." lando joked, kissing her forehead. "i love you, my darling darling girl."

"i love you too, my handsome boy." she smiled, leaning up to kiss him, trailing a hand across his face as they kissed softly.

"by the way, this doesn't absolve you of driving to my mum's later. and yes, we're still going."

"god damn it! she always sends home with so much crap, i can't fit it all in the mclaren!"

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

For Jack “you’re the only person I’d want to live with.”

Living with Jack was interesting... to say the least. The last person he lived with before the two of you decided to take the next big step in your relationship, was Urban, so honestly you were expecting the worst. Two guys living together sounded like a cleaning nightmare, but to your surprise, Jack was very clean and organized.

Sometimes too organized.

You were far from a messy person; your parents had instilled good habits in you growing up, but you could admit that sometimes you had a tendency to leave things lying around. A jacket on the couch, your makeup on the bathroom counter after getting ready, but the way Jack would follow you around the house, cleaning up after you, made you feel like you were a burden to him.

You were in your shared walk in closet, down to your bra and panties, trying to find and outfit to wear to dinner. Piles of clothes were beginning to surround you as you vetoed each top and dress that you pulled down from their hanger. "If you're not gonna wear them, why don't you hang it back up?" Jack asked with a huff, standing behind you.

"Because I have a process. I need to be able to see what options I have left, and I can't do it if its crowded with all of the things I'm not going to wear."

"Baby, the closet is a mess now, and we have to leave in 20 minutes." Jack raked a hand through his curls with frustration, and started collecting your clothes up in his arms.

"Jackman", you threatened without even turning around, "put the sequin dress down." It was cute at first, but you were quickly becoming annoyed with his need to immediately tidy everything up. "I'm just gonna hang these ones up, okay?"

"Jackman Thomas, get out of the closet." You pointed to the door.

"This is my closet too", he scoffed.

"Not right now it isn't. I am not a child. I don't need to be picked up after. So if you can't stand to see these clothes on the ground for a little while, you can go."

"You're just so messy, babe."

"And you're a control freak." That struck a nerve with Jack, the vein in his neck bulging out. "I'm not a control freak", he bit back. He definitely was, in every sense of the word, and when he lived with calm, cool and collected Urban, it wasn't a problem, because Urban would just rather bow out than fight. With you, he was forced to confront the fact that he couldn't always get his way.

"Do you even want a roommate?" You knit your brow together as you looked at him, your arms crossed over your chest.

"No, I don't. I tried that with Urban and 2fo, and it didn't work." Jack chuckled, dropping your clothes back on the ground. You felt a lump in your throat at his confession. Maybe he was realizing moving in together was a mistake. "Okay, then I guess we have-"

"Oh no, baby. That's not what I meant." Jack stopped you, one of his large hands finding your waist. "We're not roommates. This is love and what I hope is a lifelong relationship. There is no getting out of this." He gave you a smile when he saw your face relax. "You’re the only person I’d want to live with for the rest of my life.”

His other hand found the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. "I'm gonna marry you one day, girl." He whispered, grazing his nose against yours before kissing you again.

"I'm sorry, Jack. I can be better about cleaning up after myself." You squeezed his arm. "And I can work on being a little more flexible about everything around here."

"You can?", you teased, "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Ha ha! You're so funny", Jack retorted, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Maybe we can turn one of the extra bedrooms into your own closet so I don't have to look at this mess."

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[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 4

Author's note: On this chapter there are some things that give away that this story was written a long time ago, like the fact that it says that he is City's captain... Or that he dresses well 😅 P.S. I'm joking, please no one get mad at me 😭

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"Did you sleep well, darling? You look tired" grandma asked me the morning after the game.

"It probably was all the excitement from yesterday. She was still buzzing like young people say" grandad laughed.

"I think it was a mix of not being on my own bed and getting out of my comfort zone. I'm not used to it." 

Which was a lie. Mostly. I did miss my own bed, the one at my grandparents' house had the worst pillow ever. But if I looked dead and tired, it was because I had stayed up until 2 am reading about Rúben, watching his videos and looking at his photos.

Some would call it stalking. I call it doing research.

I read about his career, watched proper interviews and other videos where he was being silly, finding myself smiling like the idiot I am. I even watched some in Portuguese, the fact that I speak Spanish being very helpful to understand what he was saying. Or at least half of it.

I spent an hour just on his Instagram account, looking at everything he had posted, and especially the posts where he was topless. Like... He couldn't be real. He couldn't have a body like that, it had to be Photoshop. And it wasn't just the abs and the biceps. It also was his back. His legs. Everything. And judging by the photos where he was wearing clothes and the couple of times I had met him, he also knew how to dress and make the most out of that perfect body of his, which was unfair for the rest of the human population, both male and female.

I also spent a lot of time reading fanfic about him. There are so many talented people out there! And horny, which made me feel less alone. Because my dreams... Well. They were similar to the ones I had been having since meeting him for the first time, but now I knew what was under his clothes, and they weren't happening just on the lift or Lucy's house. Now that I knew that he was a freaking professional football player, there were so many new scenarios to explore... And I explored a few last night, like the changing room at the Emirates.

"Darling, are you sure you are alright? Should I take you to the doctor?" grandad said, bringing me back to reality. 

"To the doctor? Why?" 

"You look... I don't know. Off. And look at your cheeks."

"My cheeks?" I said, touching them. They were feeling very warm.

"Let me take your temperature" grandma said. "I don't want you traveling alone back to Manchester with a fever."

Oh, if only she knew. 

I wasn't traveling back to Manchester with a fever. I was actually traveling back to Manchester to meet the cause of my fever. And just the thought of it was making my stomach do funny things, not sure if good or bad ones. 

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"Oh, c'mon!" I said when the shopping bag slipped from my hand as I reached to call for the lift, all its contents slipping on the floor.

"Let me help you with that" a male voice said behind me. No. Not just a male voice. The male voice. Rúben. 

"You don't need to, I can manage."

"And I want to help" he said, already picking some things from the floor. "Doesn't Lucy have someone to do the shopping for her?"

"Yes, but that's the weekly shopping. This is different."

"I can tell. I don't see Lucy letting Julia eat so much chocolate and sweets" he chuckled.

"Tonight we are having a movie night, that's why I bought all this. I'm not planning on feeding her just sugar for the whole weekend, I'm not crazy."

"Good to know" Rúben smiled. "What movie are you watching?" he asked while calling for the lift, the shopping bag on his hand.

"Not sure yet. Something from Disney I guess."

"What's your favourite Disney movie?"

"What?" 

"Mine is "Aladdin". Love the songs" he said, walking into the lift once the doors had opened. 

"I'm not sure about mine" I said, following him. "As a child I loved watching the "Swan Princess", but that isn't Disney."

"I think I've never heard of it before. Is it cartoons?"

"Yep. It is about a princess who is under a spell that turns her into a swan during the day, and at night she goes back into her human self but only if she is on a certain lake and when the moon is shining."

"Do they sing?"

"Oh, yes, they do. They have great songs."

"I'll have to check it out."

"What?" I laughed.

"Don't tell anyone, but I love watching kids' movies." 

"Worried your teammates may bully you?" I chuckled as the lift's doors opened at our floor.

"Nah, they already know. By the way, the Emirates was the last place where I expected to see you" Rúben said, walking towards my door.

"Same."

"Lucy hadn't told you?"

"We've never talked about you." Which is true. But mainly because I knew my face would give away that I am very attracted to Rúben. Like, a lot.

"Now that you know... What do you think about it?"

"I don't know" I said, opening the apartment’s door. "It's just a job. A special one, but a job."

"Your opinion about me hasn't changed then?" he asked, following me inside and into the kitchen.

"Why would I change my mind?"

"You know what they say about football players. Just a bunch of idiots that kick a ball, who earn way too much money, who just party and cheat on their wives... Those things."

"I don't know enough about you to judge."

"Then we must do something about that" he said, leaving the shopping bag on the table. "Do you think Julia would mind if I joined you on your movie night?"

"I'm sorry, you want what?"

"It'll be a way to get to know each other a bit better. And I don't have plans tonight, so watching a Disney movie in good company sounds great."

I don't know what happened after that, what I said or did. Probably that yes, that he could come, because I remembered his smile and a "see you tonight." But my brain was stuck on his previous two last sentences.

For some reason, he wanted to get to know me better. Me. And I apparently was good company? He could have said it just about Julia, he clearly adored her. But he wasn't talking about her. We weren't talking about her. So... It was about me, right? I was good company. Did that mean that he was flirting with me? Rúben Dias, Manchester City captain and international player with Portugal, was flirting with me? The piano teacher turned into nanny?

It had been years since a guy had tried to flirt with me, I was very rusty. So maybe he was just being nice and I understood everything wrong. Or maybe not.

Whatever it was, I would be finding out in just a few hours... 

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[stilespeters]

Reader and jimmy on a date at a diner where they share a milkshake together and its super nice and fluffy

Milkshake Date

pairing: Jimmy Darling x gn!reader

a/n: Its a bit late, valentines day was yesterday but thats ok. Also, i kept writing and writing and eventually that led me to why the end is the end. i hope thats alright!

word count: 3946

summary: You and Jimmy go on a date on Valentine's Day. You share a milkshake and stargaze on the roof.

warnings: fluff

“I’m so nervous,” you said as you looked in the mirror. Your sister was adding some final touches to your hair, and she let out a laugh. “What for? Jimmy’s a good guy, it’ll be alright.”

You let out a groan. “That’s what I’m worried about. Jimmy isn’t just a good guy, he’s amazing and sweet and every other synonym in the book. I’m gonna screw this up,” You covered your face with your hands, “Why did I say yes to him?”

“Because obviously you like him.” she stated the obvious. You were just scared that you were gonna do something stupid. Sure, you knew Jimmy for a while, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that he was still somewhat of a stranger to you. That’s why you and him were going to a diner tonight to get to know each other better.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, Y/n. A guy like Jimmy would be stupid to not see that.” She grabbed your hands and squeezed lightly. “Besides, from what you’ve told me, he sounds like a dreamboat.”

You felt your cheeks redden at the thought of him. He indeed asked you out for a date on valentines day. It meant that he was interested in you, it meant that he liked you enough that he wanted to get to know you better. Truth was, the first time you had laid eyes on him, it felt like you were enchanted. He just had this aura around him that attracted him to you. You just didn't want to screw things up because you really liked him.

“You’re right.”

“Duh.” she rolled her eyes playfully. “The worst that could happen is you and him doing a backseat bingo.” she referred to making out in the back of the car, and you gasped and laughed. “Scandalous!”

Your laughter faltered however when you heard a knock on the door. Your face contorted into fear, but your sister pushed you towards the door. “Have fun, okay! Don't worry too much.” You adjusted the fabric of your clothing one more time before heaving your chest up and pulling your shoulders back. It was just Jimmy, you've seen him dozens of times. What could possibly go wrong?

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes before you opened the door. Jimmy stood with his side facing you, and when he heard the door open, he looked up at you. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

He was wearing a black flat cap, a blue blouse and a leatherlike black jacket. He also wore black gloves. He had always worn them, and when you first asked about it he shrugged it off as the weather being cold. You weren't stupid though. You lived in Jupiter, Florida. It was almost always hot out, except for the nights.

You didn't question it however, since he probably had a reason for it.

“Wow” he smiled widely and he looked you up and down. “You look beautiful, doll.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling too wide. Your cheeks were already beginning to hurt. “Thanks, you look quite handsome yourself.” He smiled at that and extended his arms so you could take the flowers. “They’re beautiful, thank you! I’ll put them in a vase and then we can go.”

You walked back inside the house and when you reached the kitchen, your sister gave you a thumbs up. You felt your cheeks redden and you quickly returned back to the front door.

When you returned, Jimmy held out his arm for you to grab, and together you walked to his car.

“What diner are we going to?” you asked once you were seated and Jimmy smiled. “It’s a surprise.” You hated surprises, Jimmy knew that. That was clear to him when he surprised you with a vinyl record of ‘Only You’ by the Platters. You loved it with your whole soul, but you knew Jimmy wasn't the wealthiest man. You had scolded him for buying something expensive for you. However, when you played it on your record player, you and him first danced to that song. That was a about a week ago before he had asked you out. It became your favorite song, and even when it wasn't playing on your record player, it kept playing in your head. You kept imagining Jimmy and you dancing again.

“You’re lucky I trust you, otherwise I would've jumped out the car.”

He chuckled at that and he shook his head. “All I can say is that they have the best milkshakes ever.”

When you arrived at the diner, the lights were bright. It was in perfect contrast with the night sky.

There weren't many people out, there were only a few cars out front, and Jimmy insisted on you staying put in your seat so he could open the door for you.

You saw him run around the car to your side, and he was laughing as he bowed while opening the door.

You stepped out into the cold night air, and the breeze felt like silk wrapped around you in a thin sheet. It wasn't that cold, but it wasn’t warm either.

Jimmy held out his arm for you to loop yours through, and together you walked to the entrance. Jimmy once again opened the door for you and held it open. “After you.”

You smiled again at him, wanting him to know how much of a gentleman he was. He was generally smooth, someone who had his way with words and girls, but even though he was a playboy, he certainly had manners. The reason why you went out with him was because of that. When you first met him, you thought he was a sight for sore eyes, but you remembered his reputation. You didn't want your heart to be broken like all the other girls who fell for his charisma. But after he showed real interest in you and showed him that he was actually kindhearted, well spoken and goofy, you started to like him and you said yes to him asking you out. It was a funny councidence that it was on Valentine's Day.

The bell rang when you walked in, and you sat down on a red sofa. Jimmy took a seat in front of you. You adjusted the fabric of your clothing and rested your arms on the table that stood between you and Jimmy. There was a large bar on the right of the room, and everything was in the color red, white and black. Several posters hung on the wall, and everything was very stylish. The radio was playing in the background and you chirped up.

“You hear that?” you said and Jimmy went quiet. After a few seconds he raised his eyebrow and you smiled widely. “The song.”

Jimmy listened carefully and then reciprocated your facial expression. “Holy shit, this is our song.”

Our song

‘Only you’ by The Platters was playing on the radio in the background, and you looked at Jimmy as his face was illuminated by the red and orange lights. His dimples were even more prominent in the light, and his eyes looked like they were sparkling. His hands were folded on the table and he grabbed the menu card that laid on the table as he hummed to the song. "We should dance."

"No," you eyes went wide. "We're not gonna dance again. Not after what happened last week." He chuckled at your reaction and he looked at the options on the menu.

“They have the best milkshakes ever,” Jimmy promised and he showed you the card. “The last time I was here, I got the cherry milkshake. It was the absolute best.”

“Then we should definitely get that.”

Your mouth watered only by hearing the words cherry and milkshake. However, you hadn't missed the implication that he was here before.

“You take every date here in this diner?” you joked but deep down you weren't joking. Jimmy chuckled and shook his head. “Only ones who are special, like you. You’re the first person I brought here.”

You felt a bit relieved at that and as Jimmy winked at you, you were at a loss for words. All you could do was smile like an idiot.

Luckily, a waiter came to your rescue. She had a note in her hands and she smiled friendly at the two of you. You noticed her hair was beautifully styled and her hair color matched her red lips.

“What can I get you guys to drink?” she asked and Jimmy looked at you. “The cherry milkshake, please.” you answered and she scribbled something down. “Small, medium or large?”

You looked at Jimmy to see what he wanted, and he cleared his throat. “Large with two straws, please.” He gave the waitress a smile and she reciprocated the action, then walked back to where she came from.

Not even five minutes later, she returned with the milkshake, and she placed it in the center of the table. There was whipped cream and a cherry on top. “Enjoy!”

You leaned in and so did Jimmy, and you began sucking on the straw. The taste of cherry milkshake attacked your tastebuds, and you moaned lightly as you closed your eyes. “This is so good.”

“I know right?” When you opened your eyes you realized your faces were really close together. Jimmy was looking down at the milkshake, until he looked up in your eyes. You felt like you were in a trance. You couldn't look away.

“So, how did rehearsals go today?” you eventually asked and Jimmy hummed. He had told you he was a singer, a performer who did small gigs around town. He didn't lie, he was telling the truth. He only let out the part that he was a performer at a freakshow. He also didn't mention that he had another job as well. But he wasn't planning on telling you about that any time soon. He would actually rather take his chances on you knowing about him performing at a freak show, than you knowing about what he did with his fingers with women every-.

“It went great. I’m doing the mid-show number.”

“Really? That’s awesome,” you mused. “I hope you’re not dancing while singing.” you joked and Jimmy playfully rolled his eyes. “Come on, you still gonna use that against me? I surely am not the worst dancer to roam the earth.”

“You stepped on my toes, multiple times. I like my toes, Jimmy.”

“Okay I may or may not have stepped on your toes, but I have never learned to dance properly. You were gonna teach me, remember?” You thought back to the conversation you and Jimmy had after the failure of a dance when you got your Vinyl. It was lots of fun though, you remembered laughing uncontrollably as he fell on top of you because of the wrong dance moves. You remembered being really flustered, but at the time you were still just friends. “I will, okay. I will teach you how to dance,” Jimmy felt a but coming, and he was right. “But only if you teach me how to sing.”

He let out a snort. “I’m sorry, Y/n. But there is no way I can help you with that. You kind of sound like a dying bird when you sing the lines of this song.” he referred to ‘Only You’ still playing in the background. You had sung it multiple times when you were with him.

You gasped as the words left his mouth and you swatted his arm lightly “Rude! That’s why you have to teach me. An eye for an eye, okay. You teach me, I teach you.”

“That’s not exactly how the saying goes.”

This time you were the one to roll your eyes. “Whatever, just teach me how to sing without sounding like a dying bird, and I’ll teach you how to dance without stepping on toes, okay?”

Jimmy was grinning, but you were dead serious. You challegend him by raising your eyebrow confidently, and he let out a chuckle at that.

“Okay, deal.”

“Anyway, you have seen me dance when we danced together, but I have never actually heard you sing with a band. Where do you exactly perform? I’d love to watch it sometime.” He didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“Near the east side,” he cleared his throat. “Maybe you can come and watch soon.” He knew that he would push it further out. But for now, he bought some time with that answer. He wasn't ready for you to come see his performance yet.

“Sure, that sounds great.” You took another sip of the milkshake, and Jimmy also leaned more forward. Your noses were almost touching, and he could feel your eyes on him.

It was quiet for a while, and you just grinned like an idiot as you both drank from your milkshake. So far so good, you haven't done or said anything stupid yet. The milkshake was gone before you knew it, and you both leaned back. You wanted to stay close to him like that, but without a solid reason -like drinking a milkshake together, it wasn't gonna happen. Unless you were kissing him, but now didn't seem like the right moment.

“So, what are your plans for the future?” you mused and you both leaned a bit back again. “You’re diving right into it.” He chuckled.

“Just curious,” you smiled. “Do you think about pursuing performing as a job?”

He sucked the back of his teeth and looked down. “I don't know,” he started. “I mean, I love singing. It’s something that I adore very much. However, I don't know if I want to continue with it.” He slowly looked up at you and found you already staring back at him with a sympathetic smile.

“What is it that you do want?”

“I just want to settle down I guess. Live an ordinary life. Doesn’t matter where, as long as I don't have to travel so much anymore. For my whole life, I have been traveling and traveling. I just don't think I can travel any longer. As for performing, I’m rolling with it, but I only do it because I don't really have any other choice. My mom was a performer, she was better at it than I am. I guess I really just want to settle down and relax. I want to look at the stars without feeling the dread of rehearsals the next morning. I just want no more exploitation, no more traveling. Just peace.”

“Wow.” you were left quite speechless. You never knew that this is what he felt. You always admired performers on stage, you had always thought that their lives were fairly easy. But hearing the words come out of Jimmy’s mouth made you realize it could be a burden.

“You said that your mother was also a performer?” Jimmy bit his lower lip. “Yeah, she was great, she introduced me to it. I guess it runs in the family.”

You hesitated a bit. “Was?”

“Yeah, she died a few weeks ago.”

Your smile faltered. “Lord Heavens,” you mumbled. “My condolences.”

"Thank you." He gave you a smile and cleared his throat.

“What about you? What is it that you want?”He asked and you supported your head with the palm of your hand. “Same thing as you, I guess. Settle down, have some kids, but first just live life to the fullest.” He nodded at that, and you looked outside.

“Look at the stars!” you gasped in awe as you pointed outside the window. Yes, you were a grown adult, but you couldn’t help but feel like a little kid again when seeing the stars. Your dad and you always counted them before you went to bed. You remembered that you never counted past 47, because you fell asleep after that.

Jimmy looked at you as your eyes sparkled with adoration. He had only seen you look like that at something 1 time. Not at something, but someone. Him. Whilst you were dancing with him. Well, not really dancing, more like stumbling. But he could vividly remember the look in your eyes. It was painted in his memory.

He grinned at you and as you noticed him staring, you felt your cheeks redden. “What?”

“Nothing,” he merely whispered. “I know a spot, wanna go outside?” he asked and he held out his gloved hand for you. You nodded and smiled while taking his hand.

“I trust you not to murder me in the woods.”

After you and Jimmy paid for your milkshake, you walked outside to his car. He opened the trunk and got a blanket, and he then led you to the back of the diner. You wondered why he had a blanket, but you figured you were gonna figure out soon enough. He stood on a container and helped you get up. You promised yourself you’d return with Jimmy for more milkshakes in the future.

You were wondering what he had in mind, and as he lifted himself on top of the roof, he helped you get up as well. You were now both standing on the roof of the diner, and you crossed your arms to try and get warm. You felt the breeze of the wind getting colder and colder.

You were shivering, and Jimmy noticed. He took off his leather jacket and flat cap, and placed the jacket over your shoulders. He was left in his blue blouse, and he placed his flat cap on top of your head. The image of you wearing his clothes was tattooed in his brain. It made him lightheaded in the best way possible. He was going to take a mental picture of that sight.

He grinned at you as he placed the blanket in a perfect rectangular shape, and he laid down on it. You followed him and laid down as well next to him.

“We can watch the stars better from this view instead of the view from inside of the diner.” Jimmy said and you stared in awe at the countless stars painting the sky.

Your eyes had to adjust to the darkness, but after a while you saw the countless stars in your view. When you looked at your side, you saw the lights illuminate Jimmy’s face, and you smiled.

“They’re so beautiful.” you gasped and looked back up to the bright lights.

“Yeah… beautiful…” he said whilst not looking up. His head was turned to the side as he was admiring you.

“Look at that one.” You pointed at the brightest one. Jimmy looked up and also stared at them. It was quiet for a while before he wondered aloud. “You think they used to be people? You think they’re looking down at us at this very moment, while we're looking up at them?”

You diverted your gaze from the stars to Jimmy. “I believe so, yeah,” you saw his eyes shimmer and you grabbed his gloved hand gently. “I think your mom is one of them as well.” You then again pointed at the brightest star. “I think that’s her.”

He smiled again at that, and together you lay there for minutes, hours. You were simply enjoying each other's company. That's until you sat up. Jimmy followed.

“You know, this is the first time I’m doing something romantic on Valentine’s day.” you began and Jimmy watched your side profile as you continued staring at the stars, your hands folded on your lap. The flat cap was still on your head, and Jimmy couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

“What did you used to do on Valentine's day?” He asked.

“I always used to go to freak shows in Stuart, since the freaks always had a special Valentine’s Day’s act. After I was 13, I stopped going, however. I didn’t enjoy going to those shows anymore. After that, Velentine's Day was just another day for me. It was nothing special.” Jimmy stiffened in his spot, feeling like the blood got drained from his face. "Until now."

Jimmy had two weaknesses. He had always been insecure. He didn't deny that. Mostly because of his hands. Each time he touched or kissed someone, they were always scared of his hands.

Except for the housewives who seemed to love his hands- and fingers.

His other weakness were his friends. Anytime people called them Freaks or any other synonym for that word, he felt rage. Now, staring at you, he didn't feel rage at all. All he felt was fear. He was afraid. Afraid you were gonna react like the others. Afraid that he would be dehumanized once he would show his hands.

“It’s such a shame freak shows still exist.”

“Why? You think the ‘freaks’ are less worthy?” He straightened himself a bit. He was getting defensive, and you noticed how the tone had shifted. “What? No. I just think that it’s a shame they exist because the people in it aren't even freaks in the first place. They’re just misunderstood people. They’re human, like us. They have feelings and emotions too. They just have an altercation, physically. I just don't get how people can treat them like they’re worth less than they deserve. I don't like Freakshows because as long as there are freakshows, Freaks will continue to exist.”

His expression softened and he scanned your face to see something out of the ordinary. However, you didn't show any sign of uncertainty, and so his straightened posture softened.

“I haven't been completely honest with you, Y/n.” he started and you furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

If he was ever going to have a shot with you, you were going to find out eventually. He genuinely liked you. This was the moment of truth. The moment where he would see if your mask would fall off like all the others. He didn't blame others for running off, but he wished that someone would accept him for the way he was. He hoped that person would be you, but he was tricked by other people in his past before. He was scared to death that he’d scare you, that's the last thing he wanted. But something within him told him that it was alright. He couldn't always procrastinate the inevitable. "I need to show you something.”

As the words left his mouth, you were starting to get a bit concerned. What on earth was he talking about? “Promise me something."

"Yeah, of course. Anything."

"Promise me you won't freak out."

"Jimmy, you're kinda scaring me. What's going on?"

"Just promise me, okay?" his voice was laced with desperation. You pressed your lips into a thin line and you nodded. "I trust you, so yes. I promise."

"Okay..." he said, and he slowly took off his gloves.

Your didn't even know what you were supposed to look at, but as he put his hands slowly in the air, you had to process what you were seeing.

Jimmy looked at you in anticipation. It felt like he was exposing himself fully to you. He felt vulnerable. It felt like time stopped, as if this moment lasted hours, while in fact it was only seconds.

You looked back at him and chuckled. “Okay, nice hands. What do you want to show me though? What on earth would possibly freak me out so much that it looks like you’re about to shit your pants.”

Jimmy let out a breath he held in when he removed his gloves, and you gave him a sympathetic look as you reached your hands for him. Slowly and gently, the pads of your fingers touched the skin of his hands, and you intertwined them with yours. You reached your intertwined hands to your lips and you kissed the back of his hand delicately. You wanted to show him that it was alright.

“People are afraid of being different, because being different is unique and exciting. It’s the opposite of what they are; boring. Millions of Americans and other people in the world are replica’s, they’re all the same. It's not bad necessarily, they're just plain, traditional. You however, are special," you gestured to his hands. "This, is what makes you special. There are only a few of you.” he listened to your every word and he couldn't imagine the reveal going this way. Your reaction was so real, so tender, so delicate. He didn't look away from your eyes.

“You don't have to hide anything from me, Jimmy. I don't know your full story, but I’m willing to try and understand you. The real you. The one who stepped on my toes while we were dancing on our song. The one who adores cherry milkshakes. The you who makes Jimmy Darling special. The person who makes you... you.”

The way you looked at him, the way you smiled at him, made him drown in your eyes. He saw the way you had danced with him, the way you joked with him. Everything just clicked. Jimmy always felt like he missed something. Like he was an unfinished puzzle, like a lock who didn't have the right key. But now, looking at you as you fluttered your eyelashes at him with the starlight illuminting your features, he realized he found the final piece to finish the puzzle. He found the key to his heart.

And so as you wanted to say something else, he leaned in. His lips touched yours and you were taken aback. It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back, and you were speechless. "What was that for?" You asked breathlessly and he grinned. "I like you."

You smiled at that, and you looked at his lips. Before you knew it, you pressed your lips against his. It was soft and sweet, his breath smelling like cherry. He gently pushed you down till your back was on the blanket, and he got on top of you. Your hands moved to the back of his head, and you tugged his locks as you tilted your head. It felt right, you loved the spark you felt when his lips touched yours. His big hands wove around your body, and his flat cap on your head fell to the ground. Your fingers dug into the fabric of his blouse. His tongue slipped past your lips, and you gave him access. You wanted him, you wanted to peel off the layers of distrust. You wanted to make him feel beautiful again, because he was. You grabbed the palms of his hands and intertwined your hands again. He placed them next to your head, squeezing a bit before his lips moved to your neck.

After a few minutes of making out, you felt like you couldn't breathe. You simply just wanted to kiss him forever, but you had to catch your breath. You rested your forehead against his, and breathed heavily. “You are an extraordinary person.” he whispered against your lips and you smiled. “So are you, Jimmy Darling.”

“The guy who wins your heart will be so lucky.”

“Yes, you are a very lucky man, Jimmy.”

"Does that mean you want to go on another date with me?" he inquired.

"I would like to try out that banana milkshake, yes."

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"I would like to try out that banana milkshake, yes."

"I do want to try out that banana milkshake, yes."

"I would like to try out the banana milkshake, yes."

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[unhappycylinder]

Hellfire's Newest Member (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Pt. 3

Masterlist

"And before we begin our pep rally," the principal began, standing in the middle of the gymnasium floor, "I'd like to introduce our newest student - a senior who will be graduating with the class of '86. Y/n y/l/n, will you please stand up?" He scanned the crowd as you felt your gut drop, your face burning with embarrassment. Robin turned around from her spot in the band and gave you an encouraging thumbs up. Reluctantly, you stood up for a couple seconds and gave a brief wave to the principal on the floor, the entire student body turning to look at you.

Hushed whispers fell over the crowd as you took your seat and the principal continued to talk about the upcoming basketball game. You tried not to listen to them, putting your head in your hands, but you heard scattered chatter, obviously about you

"she's kinda hot, not gonna lie," a boy sitting a few rows down from you said

"why would you start a new school two months before graduation? I bet she's got some freaky secret," you heard someone else say

The whispers seemed to be the only thing you could hear, and it was overwhelming, like a tornado of other people's opinions was engulfing you. You were about to get up to leave when you felt two presences on either side of you.

"Hey y/n" a familiar voice said.

You looked up to see the boys from last night sitting  next to you, both wearing matching shirts that said 'Hellfire' on them, the same shirt Eddie was wearing this morning.

"You looked a little distressed," Dustin continued

"Yeah, I mean if the principal made me stand up in front of the school like that, I think I would have thrown up," Mike chuckled.

You chuckled along with him, "I feel like I might, that was absolute torture"

You hated to admit it, but their presence was comforting, and you were happy to know that you didn't scare them too badly last night. They sat silently, watching the principal speak, until you broke the silence with a question that had been on your mind.

"So what's this Hellfire thing, are you guys like satanists or something?" You asked, gesturing to Dustin's shirt.

"Oh this?" He laughed as he pulled his jacket away, revealing the design on the shirt, "no its just a club Mike and I are in."

You didn't want to keep staring and make shit awkward, so you looked away and nodded, wondering what the hell this 'Hellfire' could be. 

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The assembly finally ended and Mike and Dustin said their goodbyes before walking out of the gym. Robin came up and grabbed your arm again before dragging you down the hall, droning on and on about how embarrassing that must have been and how nervous she was the entire time. 

You couldn't help yourself but wonder why you hadn't seen Eddie at the pep rally; was he skipping? No, he drove you this morning. Was he avoiding you? Why would he, its not like you did anything weird. Or the worst option: was he off with another girl? 

Stop thinking like that y/n, you thought to yourself. You've met this guy once, there's no way you can already have feelings for him. You barely know the guy. Plus there's no way he has feelings for you. He's probably just a nice guy who didn't want you walking down the highway alone.

Anyone would have stopped to help you...right?

Robin finally stopped talking as she opened the door to your classroom - History - which caught you out of your trance.

"y/n...hello? Have I been talking your ear off or are you off in dreamland?" Robin asked, waving a hand over your face.

"No no Robin, you're totally fine, I was just thinking about stuff. First day and all, its just a bit overwhelming I guess," you replied trying to hide your cheeks blushing.

As you walked in, your eyes scanned the room for Eddie...nothing, you felt both relieved and disappointed. Robin walked you over to the teacher's desk where you introduced yourself to your new teacher and he handed you a packet of makeup work, explaining that you could take your time with it and take a seat in the back next to Robin.

Class went by quickly, history was one of your favorite subjects so you found it easy to listen and pass notes to Robin at the same time.

"the guy in front of you looks like a muppet" Robin wrote on a piece of notebook paper, making you chuckle

"spitting image of Ernie"  you wrote back, Robin stifled a snort

"see anyone that catches your eye yet?"  she handed the note to you with a wiggle of her eyebrows

"maybe, maybe not. I've met someone but I think its to early to say"  you wrote back, she gasped.

"Everything okay back there, Buckley?" The teacher asked, turning around from the chalkboard.

"All good, sir, I'm just so blown away by the uh...the...."she struggled

"The physical expanse of the first world war," you started, looking at Robin and gesturing for her to finish.

"Oh yes! Like y/n said, I'm just so surprised at just how much of Europe was engulfed by conflict during this period," she said, wide eyed.

"Astute observation Miss y/l/n, Miss Buckley," your teacher smiled before returning to his lecture.

Robin started frantically scribbling on her paper, handing it to you a second later

"my hero...and don't think I forgot about your last answer ;)"

You shook your head at her and smiled. Maybe Robin would be a great friend, she seemed a lot like you, but also like the bold, crazy, support you needed to get through a new school.

The bell rang a few minutes later and Robin pulled you out of the classroom with enthusiasm, walking you to your locker, which was next to hers, before crowding you between your locker doors.

"Okay y/l/n spill!"

"What?"

"Spill! Spill the beans right now!! Who do you like?" She practically screamed, gaining a few looks from the people around you.

"No-nobody, its nothing" you started putting books in your locker.

"Y/n, I'm not showing you to your next class until you tell me who it is. Who's the lucky person that gets the attention of the beautiful new y/n y/l/n?"

"Robin, seriously, its noth-" you began, but were stopped by a familiar frame slamming through the front doors of the school. Your eyes transfixed on him, his long hair, his jackets, his ripped jeans, his handkerchief ;). You were visibly drooling, and he knew it, because his eyes caught yours within seconds and his face transformed into a devilish smile.

Robin's eyes followed yours to the man you were fawning over,

"Oh my god," she began, "its Eddie! You have a crush on Eddie Munson!" She yelled like she just won a game of bingo.

Her volume made your eyes widen as you turned your attention to her, hoping to god Eddie hadn't heard her.

He had.

"Robin, shut the hell up!" You gritted through your teeth, making her laugh and slam her back against the lockers.

"y/n, never in my wildest dreams would I have pictured a sweet little history nerd like you to be head over heels for Eddie 'the freak' Munson."

Eddie stopped just in front of you two, smirking like he was about to rip you apart, licking his lips as he stared at you.

"Speak of the devil," Robin said, "I'll leave you two to catch up. She has math right now, Munson, I'm leaving her in your care, please don't be an idiot," and with that, Robin disappeared down the hallway, winking at you and humming as she spun around the people she passed.

Your eyes returned to Eddie, who had stepped even closer to you and placed his arm above you on the locker. Your eyes met, his staring into your soul.

"Hi y/n" he whispered lowly.

"Hi Eddie," you looked up at him, somehow more embarrassed than you were at the pep rally.

"It just so happens that I also have math right now" he said, grabbing your books from your arms, grazing his rings against your inner arm as he stepped away from you. You just stood there, wide-eyed, watching his every move, "are we gonna go or are you gonna stand there gawking...we don't want you late on your first day, sweetheart," he smiled.

"Uh yeah, right, of course. I wouldn't want to give a bad impression," you started

"A bad impression?" He asked as you started walking down the hallway with him, "now how could you ever do that?"

You smiled as he led you into the room, setting your books down on a desk next to his in the back corner, you followed.

"You can sit next to me darling, wouldn't want anyone else getting the pleasure of suffering through math with you," he said.

Eddie pulled your desk slightly closer to his before you could sit down, you watched as his ringed hand gripped the metal bar of your desk.

don't even think about it, y/n. Math is not the place for naughty thoughts

"And I wouldn't want to suffer through my first Hawkins math class with anyone else, Munson" you smiled.

You watched your teacher as he wrote on the board, catching Eddie glimpsing at you every few minutes during class, smirking at you whenever you did. After twenty minutes or so you felt his knee bouncing against yours, making you look over to him where he turned to face you 

"I have zero clue what's going on" he whispered, you giggled, "I think I'm gonna need a tutor if I'm gonna make it through the rest of this year" he continued.

"Is this your way of asking me to tutor you, Munson?" you whispered back

"Maybe...that is...only if you're smart enough to be a tutor for me,"

You glanced at his paper, and you wished you could make it up, but he quite literally had 8+9=16 written down. You pointed to his equation with your pencil

"I think I've got you beat babe," he glanced down at where you pointed to his paper and blushed. He shamefully erased it while looking at you with a glare, his tongue slightly sticking out from between his lips.

"When's your free period y/l/n?"

"Uhhh," you glance down at the schedule you had tucked into the cover of your math textbook, "last period."

"Great, meet me at my van," and with that, the bell rang and Eddie stood up.

"I'll see you in a bit sweetheart, don't forget about me," he said as he started walking backwards out of the room.

"How could I ever, Eddie," you replied. Maybe Robin was right, you were starting to fall for Eddie, and maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.

Eddie disappeared out of the room, doing a silly little run-walk (you know the one) to the cafeteria. 

Now it was time for the next test of the day...lunch.

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Part 4

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[nothing0fnothing]

Imo one of the worst things of being an abused kids and growing up and your parents (usually mom) wanting to know why you don't have a "special relationship" with them like their friends kids have with their friends

Other kids tell their parents everything and they can both give and take advice from their parents on serious issues. They can go out and have fun together and watch movies at home on the sofa.

My mom hears these stories and wants to know why I don't tell her my secrets when the other kids tell their mom their secrets.

You give me lectures and beatings and life advice at every opportunity. I'd love to tell her about how my friend has 8 boyfriends and the current one is in a foreign country and she didn't tell her mom but 1. you can't keep your mouth shut. you'll tell everyone 2. you won't let me hang out with her 3. you'll give me a 10 hour lecture on why not to have a boyfriend.

And it sucks cause you also want that special relationship but are routinely denied it.

There's such a lack of empathy and self awareness in narcissistic abusers amd I am so sorry you've been experiencing this. She knows that she doesn't have the close, considerate relationship with her child that her friends have with theirs, she knows that this makes her feel upset and jealous. She just won't ever put it together that she has the power to change it and she will never consider that maybe you feel upset and jealous of other mother/child bonds too.

In her mind, you have all the power to make the relationship she wishes she had with you and are purposefully denying her of what she wants to hurt you. She won't ever acknowledge that she beats you or emotionally wears you down, because in her fantasy this is either irrelevant or worse, a natural consequence of your perceived slight against her. It doesn't matter if she's been doing it since you were a literal baby, she will never take accountability for her own actions.

She is stuck in her victim mindset, and she won't change unless she wants to, and she doesn't want to. Until then she will continue to mistreat you while maintaining the narrative that she is the victim of the dynamic she intentionally cultivated with you.

My mum was like this, she chipped away at our relationship from the start. She felt like the victim of our strained relationship despite the fact that I voiced to her that she hurt me and when I was an adult and voiced to her that I wouldn't let her do this to me anymore, she just couldn't help herself. I'm now no contact with her, and though it hurts me that I essentially orphaned myself at 23 and will never have a mum again, it's such a relief to protect my own peace. She used to make me feel like I owed her a closeness she never cared to develop in the 18 years I was in her care. She made me feel like the only way I was worthy of a relationship was to ignore my pain for her benefit and pretend the abuse never happened. Now we don't speak. I don't feel like I'm indebted to my abuser anymore. I hope you get the same peace I found too some day. Its hard but it's worth it.

Much love ❤️

#narcissistic abuse #raised by narcissists #vent post #toxic parents #complex trauma #parental abuse #dysfunctional family #toxic mom #childhood trauma #dysfunctional household #cptsd #ptsd #child abuse survivor #abuse survivor #abuse survivor support #narcissistic abuse survivor

[zipperrants]

my Harry Potter/Royal dr as incorrect quotes since I can't remember anything out of context for this dr

Zipper: George, you love me, right? George: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

George: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid. Zipper: You always act stupid. Zipper: Zipper: Wait...

George: Thank you all for coming. Fred, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here. George: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck George Task Force". Zipper: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.

George: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Fred: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Zipper. George, pointing their hot glue gun towards Fred: You’re on thin fucking ice

Zipper: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Ron: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

Mattheo: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group. Zipper: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine? Mattheo: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.

Draco: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.

George: My head hurts. Hermione: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Hermione: Do I sound smart, or am I smart? Ron: You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest.

Fred: And here we see Zipper and Draco in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Zipper: Gaelic bread. Draco: Grueling brad. Zipper: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Hermione: COMPANY IS COMING! I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE DISNEY ON ICE IN ONE MINUTE! Hermione: GEORGE IF YOU HAVEN'T MADE YOUR BED THROW IT AWAY IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT NOW! Hermione: GET RID OF THE COUCHES, WE CAN'T LET PEOPLE KNOW WE S I T !

Zipper, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Mattheo, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

*Zipper is considering cancelling plans, and Fred and Mattheo are advising them on what to do* Fred: Just don't go. Mattheo: Say you’re ill! Fred: Pretend to break your leg. Mattheo: Really break your leg!

Zipper: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.." George: I saw you. Zipper: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Draco in a turkey costume.

George: What's the most illegal thing you can do with one dollar? Mattheo: Exchange it for a hundred pennies, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

Ron: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong. Hermione: *Sipping their drink after accidentally adding salt* I just like the way it tastes.

George: What is your favourite mythical story? Zipper: The Story Of My Will To Live. George: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.

Mattheo: No thanks. Mattheo: I'm god.

Zipper: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

Harry: Think you can unlock the door for us? George: Sure, I just need a couple of things. Draco, can I have your credit card? Draco: Sure, just make sure not to bend it. George: Thanks. Now Mattheo, break down the door! Draco: Huh!?!

#shiftblr #shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting #reality shift #desired reality #shifters #reality shifter #zipper rants #zipper is back on their bullshit #zipper isnt on drugs they promise #zipper bites #zipper probably needs therapy

[the-heaminator]

@aphfrukweek

sorry for being late! Day 1: War and peace. Ie, me fucking rambling. Also war and peace as in the book comes up bc idk why not apparently. Fluff, lots of it

This was most certainly a scene, not that there was anything in particular happening, which was the odd thing, this is England and France we are talking about here, Arthur and Francis, even when they were on good terms they bickered often, more often than not they were most certainly not on good terms, then blood was usually drawn by either, or both sides.

This, this was bloody surreal, Rhys had seen a lot of odd things with his brothers involving Francis, somehow that man managed to get so deeply into both Arthur and Alisdair's mind, so fucking long ago, that he just sort of stayed there, it was a little fucking odd for someone to see two of his brothers, neither of which were particularly soft or loving in most meanings of either word, currently Arthur had gotten into Francis' good books, or the other way round, he wasn't sure, no one ever was, likely not even them.

Usually they were doing something, Arthur had a near inability to just sit still and relax, always wound tighter than a spring and just as ready to strike as one, but right now he was, wait, wait, was he fucking asleep???

That. That was sorcery, Arthur had genuinely fallen asleep, on Francis' shoulder no less.

Arthur, asleep as he was, did not notice Rhys walking in on that fucking scene of odd domestic affection, when he did sleep he slept hard and long, probably something built up from centuries of the most godawful sleep schedules, Francis did though, he was holding up an egregiously thick hardcover, the type that really looked like it could cause a concussion if used in the right (wrong?) way, Arthur had grabbed onto him in a way that even if he wanted to Francis couldn't move, and something told Rhys that it was unlikely that he wanted to do so anyways.

Francis noticed him loitering about the doorway "Come, sit down, you know as well as I that he wouldn't wake up if bombs were dropping overhead in this state."

He did have a point, and he sat down, Arthur was warm to the touch for once, and hey, that was his jumper, bloody jumper-stealing gremlin, he had his own! I mean if the jumpers didn't belong to them no one would notice the difference, frumpy, bobbled, faded and whatnot they all were, very clearly worn for a longass time, at least the one Artur was sleeping in right now did not smell like month-old buckfast and Scotland vomit.

This was a little awkward, he dimly registered that Francis was wearing one of Arthur's downright crustiest jumpers, a thing old enough to have a midlife crisis of its own, an utterly atrocious shade of green that somehow managed to be all the worst of green, brown and yellow all at once, but it was still one of the softest jumpers he owned, it was big on him, and for how large he appeared, Francis was not that much taller than Arthur, barely an inch, if that.

It was a little adorable he did have to admit, seeing Arthur almost nuzzle into Francis' chest as he lay asleep, how he so many centuries ago would react, probably even decades ago would react to this would be a mystery for all, but it was fun to imagine, they had always rutted like animals yes, but never just so, like this. Domestic was the only goddamn word for it, and domestic is not a word that i assure you that Rhys usually used for Francis or Arthur, let alone the both of them together.

He didn't comment on that though, and instead scanned the cover of the book that Francis was reading, War and Peace, sure he had read it before but jesus that book was a beast, clearly Arthurs copy by how dog eared the pages were, much to literally fucking everyone's chagrin.

"War and peace huh. You like it?"

"Eh, it's getting there, I've never actually read it before, it is certainly a rather dense book I do say."

That was certainly a nice way to put it, if he were to put weight labels on books, War and Peace would be considered quite morbidly obese, that shit was huge, Francis took off his glasses for a moment, he had glasses, most nations did nowadays, too long in the dark had fucked with their vision, and a lot of them weren't exactly as young as they once were, Arthur had been going grey slowly for nearly a century prior, Francis had started somewhat after that, vain bastard probably covered it up for a while but right now it seemed that he really couldn't give a shit.

It was fun to see Arthur go grey before he did, the way nations aged was odd, and while Arthur was the youngest of them nation-wise, excluding North of course, he was the oldest physically and he hadn't ever exactly taken the best care of himself ever and it fucking showed.

Anyhow that whole thing aside, Francis put down the book onto the table on the side of the sofa, it made quite a loud thunk, Arthur did not wake up because of course he didn't, put his glasses atop it, and slowly glided his fingers through Arthur's hair.

To Rhys, it seemed odd but in the best way possible, he had sem them at each others throats for what was literally nearly a fucking millennia, and if they weren't they usually had something else highly questionable going on, he had seen them fighting with knives, swords, muskets, guns, what all and whatnot, brawling in the mud when drunk, often till either or both were properly bruised and battered, how times changed huh.

Oh, now he just sounded old and cheesy, fuck this.

He rose from his seat and left those two to whatever it was that they were doing, it was a little too good to last, he knew it wouldn't, it was natural for them never to really stay still, but for now let them have their fun and cuddling, no one else would do it to Arthur, let alone willingly, probably the same for Francis (well save for Alisdair) so this was good for the both of them, so bad for anyone else that they had to be with each other.

He left the room with a sigh, Arthur still had his favourite bloody jumper, he would raid his cupboard in retribution. Hmpf, bastard.

#the heam writes #frukweek2023 #hws england #hws france #fruk #hws wales #hws scotland #bc idk why not #im not gonna lie wales plays more of a role than arthur here #heam why dont you have a writing style i hear you say. That my dear is because my mind has never fucking made an ounce of complete sense

[marinerainbow]

The sentence thing!! I wasn't sure if you wanted x reader or not but since that's my only specialty, I'm going with that 😅😅 Of course you don't have to do them all- I'm just giving you options! ^^ You don't even have to do any if you aren't inspired by them!!

Just sit in Stupid's lap, they said, there ain't no more seats.

"Hmmm, I wonder if my soul can be sewed back on... like Peter's shadow... " Psycho wonders allowed, looking meaningfully to you with those big eyes before they flicker over to your sewing box, "Its worth a try I think!!"

You didn't even need to look when your coworkers exclaimed that there was a zoot suit wearing wierdo outside with a 'Forgive me?' sign, you just continued on typing like normal; Greasy's going to have to try harder then that after the stunt he pulled.

"... damn," Wheezy huffed, on his knees and concentrated on the fabric sticking to your thighs, "'s much as I love this dress, Y/N, y' need to invest in some easier clothes to get out of."

You couldn't even think as you watched Smartass leave for the day- you just had the worst feeling, something in you screaming inside... screaming that he absolutely should not leave that day, that you shouldn't let him; That you should hug him harder while you can.

Thank you so much! These were so fun to do! Even if Wheezy's got me bad 🔫. I hope you like them! (Whether they're humanoid or weasel toons in these, you decide! ^^)

Also I kinda cheated with these- IT'S SO HARD JUST STICKING WITH ONE SENTENCE! So I tweaked so it's more like paragraphs instead- I STILL TRIED MAKING THEM ONE SENTENCE THOUGH... And Smartass and Greasy got one more paragraph 😅

~

You were completely gobsmacked when the others suggested that so casually- and Stupid didn't seem to mind it either, he just smiled like a doofus and waved to you from his spot on the couch!

Well... ok, if they insist and Stupid is ok with it... But Greasy better not make any jokes! You know where Smartass keeps the spray bottle!

You didn't even have to say anything when you approached him awkwardly, he just plucked you up and sat you down with him without a word, "Here 'ya go! We can share the bowl!"

You just nodded with a vague, "Uh-Huh..." as you process everything going on; it's not like anything dirty was happening, everyone else was invested in the movie, and it was just you that was anxious... Then again nobody else here had a big fat crush on this loveable dork like you did, so... Yeah.

It wasn't until Stupid offered you the movie snack, which you just now noticed was specifically (favorite movie snack), did you just smile back at him, accept the food, and focused on enjoying the moment with him.

~

What the- "How is that going to work!?" You think in panic, glancing between Psycho's soul and his... Body, laying on the floor right where he fell over, "Souls! They... Th-They aren't tangible like your body! I can just push my hand through you right now! How will the thread stay in place!? And sewing you on your body isn't the same as putting your soul back in your corpse!"

Oh God, why did you tell him that joke? Why did he laugh so hard at it!? It wasn't even that funny! It was stupid! That was exactly why you felt it was safe enough to tell it! Did that say more about you, your boyfriend's sense of humor, or the joke itself? How was Smartass going to react knowing you killed Psycho?? Why wasn't Psycho mad at you for killing him!?!? Oh God, what were you going to do? What if-

"Y/N! Y/N! Look!"

You blinked and looked back up towards Psycho, who, without breaking eye contact... pushed your cup off of the coffee table, proving that his soul- somehow- still was physical, so you could theoretically speaking, sew it onto his body...

"... Alright." You say before grabbing your sewing kit, ignoring his excited cheer and trying to keep calm, "But I'm not really steady right now, so it's your job to make absolutely sure you're aligned with your body, ok? I don't want to sew your hand to your foot or something..."

~

"Uh... Y/N? I don't think he's going away..." Your coworker added, an unnerved edge in her voice.

"Just ignore him. The more attention you give him, the worse he gets." Was all you had to say to that, speaking from your own experience with the... Well, it's in his name!

It wasn't until another one of your coworkers told you that the 'weirdo' seemed to be trying to come inside, did you groan and swivel your chair around towards the window, to see your 'casanova' desperately trying to open the door to your workplace... By pushing it instead of pulling it open, despite what the sign clearly stated... God he was an idiot sometimes.

"Ok, this has gone on far enough..." You mutter to yourself as you curtly stand up and storm over to the door, roughly pushing it open and causing Greasy to topple back and land on his behind... You choose to ignore your guilt and cross your arms, "You're not gaining my forgiveness this way, so leave."

The gangster looked wide-eyed and slack jawed at you- and the door, seems like he finally noticed the sign- before scrambling up and dusting himself off, "Y/N! Mi vida! Please, I just need to-"

You promptly close the door on him, ignoring how he looked like a betrayed house cat at the front door, and walk back to your desk; maybe you'd let him talk later, but you were too mad right now.

~

You couldn't stop the chuckle leaving your lips as you let your boyfriend suffer just a little bit longer with your dress, "I thought you liked a little challenge~"

"Tch, I wouldn't really describe it like that..." Was Wheezy's response, the smoke billowing from the corners of his lips as he glanced up at you, finally asking you- silently- for help after so long of fumbling with your dress.

Hm... "Nope. You gotta figure it out yourself, honey. Can't do the work for you after all."

He narrows his steely blue eyes at you, though you could see a hint of amusement behind them as he went back to work, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you planned this, princess."

"Now, why would you think tha-" You suddenly cut yourself off when you felt the air hit your now bare thighs, your knees suddenly feeling weak when you see the triumphant- and promise of some revenge after your little stunt- smirk on your partners' lips.

~

"... Wait!" You called out as you ran after him, just before he closed the front door of your new home, in the human side of Los Angeles, "Please, you can't go!"

The boss sighs, having already heard your worries the night before, "Y/N, this is the last job Doom needs us to do. We can't exactly skip out on him now-"

"Babe, please. You know how dangerous this is. Just stay home." You tried to plead with Smartass, your wide eyes staring straight into his own as you took his hand in yours; using every trick you knew to convince him to stay, "All it takes is a little slip near the dip, and you... You could..."

"Hey there, c'mon, you know we'll be fine." Where the others couldn't see, he offers you a tender, comforting smile as he brushes a stray hair strand behind your ear, "I ain't letting these maroons dip themselves on my watch. And if the judge tries to throw us under the bus, we'll be ready... You just stay here, and think about the new life waiting for us tomorrow."

... He's so confident that this plan of Doom's will work, that the two of you and his gang will have the freedom to do whatever you please once all the toons are gone- and, like the many times before, it's enough to convince yourself to ignore the growing dread you feel and watch Smartass and his team load up in the van before driving off.

It's alright, you'll see your boys tomorrow, just like Smarty promised... You have to...

~

I hope you liked this! I wanted to put in as much detail as I could without breaking the rules more than I already have. Hopefully I was successful XD

#Toon Patrol #reader insert #WFRR #Who Framed Roger Rabbit #Stupid Weasel #Psycho Weasel #Greasy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel #fluff #angst #collaboration #other peoples writing #my own writing #Smartass Weasel #Disney #Disney Villains #i got so flustered with Wheezy's oh my lord #i was trying to keep it suggestive without going all out XD #hopefully i succeeded and it doesnt look awkward XD #suggestive #also getting Snartass' dialog right was surprisingly difficult to do! i can't get the new yorker accent! #sentence starters

[sjhanny2000]

What were Tengen and the wives’ reactions to y/n’s comforter?

So this is a question I often thought about when creating the comforter scene and in turn TDoFL Part 5.

Before we even dig into the topic of the hour, we need to delve into the events leading up to their reactions of Y/N's comforter. I haven't really broached this topic because I wanted to keep it as a possible prequel idea but let's jump in!

Tengen and the Wives', at the time you left for the village and met "Tatsuya", were conducting reconnaissance throughout the night and getting some rest during the day. Y/N was taken in the late afternoon, early evening, which means the four of them would either be just rousing from their nap or beginning to get ready for their nightly hunt of the demon. Just as they were about to head out, a crow from the main estate tells them their worst fears: Y/N is missing. It's well known that Tengen puts his wives' lives first, so when word of Y/N disappearance reaches them, he's instantly booking it back to the estate with the girls' on his heels. I wrote a small excerpt of what occurred upon arriving home.

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It was unheard of for demon slayers, especially hashira, to take breaks when resources were low, they themselves were in poor condition, and so on. Oyakata-sama considered it more important for the demon slayer to be well both physically and mentally when in the field, so as to avoid unnecessary deaths in both corps members and civilians. So, when Tengen "discovered" their supplies were low, the executive decision was made.

"-think Y/N-chan will say when they see us, Tengen-sama?!"

Tengen couldn't help but grin at hearing your name, at knowing they were finally going to see you after so long. He moved to answer but a haughty Makio cut in with a playful smirk. "You bet they're gonna be wordless and just let Tengen-sama carry them around like a doll. That always make them flustered!"

Hinatsuru giggled, hiding her mirthful grin behind her hand. "Leave them alone, Tengen-sama enjoys doing it anyway! Isn't that right, Tengen-sama?"

If he was truthful, it was one of his favorite things about spending time with you. Due to his large size and voluptuous muscles, Tengen found intense satisfaction in toting you around whenever possible, eager to dote on you and ensure you were actually relaxing for once. He admired your working spirit but if Tengen was forcefully truthful, seeing how he was never afraid to say the truth on his mind, he savored every moment he got to touch you, his little homebody. You were the only normalcy for them in this demon-infested, drab world and not only he cherished what you provided, but the wives as well.

"Why wouldn't I enjoy spoiling our spirit flower?" The gate of their estate was coming into view, the anticipation of seeing only growing with each step they took. "Any wife of mine deserves everything under the sun!"

Before any of the girls could respond, in the distance, Kiki-san emerged from the gate and quickly stuck her head back in. "They're here!"

Suma let out a whimper, her pouting lip quivering with disappointment. "AWWWW! I wanted to surprise them!"

In the pit of his stomach, a nasty, underwhelming feeling began to grow, coiling its slimy tentacles in warning. Tengen knew not to ignore this feeling, the same one he felt every time someone he cared for had undergone some misfortune. His gut feeling was only solidified when Nao-san shuffled past Kiki-san, the elderly woman wearing a look of worry on her face, a sight to see.

The girls seemed to sense it to, the three of them growing quiet, and Tengen took it as an invention to close the gape between him and their housekeeper.

Nao-san knew not waste time, the salt and peppered haired woman looking to him with pained reluctance. "I'm afraid it's Y/N-sama, Tengen-sama."

"We can't find her anywhere and her sewing cloth basket is missing."

Those words were so loud it was as if the sky as alight with an abrasive summer storm, one that refused to calm no matter the amount of prayers shouted to the Kami. They were ones that often happened to be the first one in the coffin.

Ignoring his racing heart and his wives' range of startled gasps, Tengen found his feet moving without a single thought, mind sprinting lightyears ahead of his body. In a matter of blurring seconds, the sound hashira was in the doorway of your craft room, and his instincts screamed at the empty space before him. The man didn't hesitate to step inside, sandaled feet clicking lightly against the tatami flooring, fuchsia irises inspecting every inch-.

As a fantastic husband, Tengen prided himself in knowing not only all of his wives' hobbies but also their styles in matters of design, fashion, and technique. While the craft room had been gifted to you specifically, you eagerly invited your fellow wives to partake in the solitude the space provided for those focusing on matters that required concentration. Many times Tengen had found the four of you needling away, soft laughter echoing throughout the room, sweet, fond smiles on all of your faces at something you had said. Lately, I had been more reserved in working on your sewing projects around not only him but the girls as well but he respected your privacy enough to not push the matter. That didn't mean he didn't have his curiosities or theories about what you had been working on.

Padding forward, Tengen came to crouch before box nestled beside your favorite sitting pillow, a corner of colorful stitched fabric teasingly hanging out the side. With a touch as soft as a feather, the ex-shinobi carefully took hold of said item and pulled and pulled and pulled. Until, finally, a canvas of methodically crafted stitches came to lay before him, so perfectly made that a lowly commoner might consider it the work of the gods. The blanket, no, comforter, was soft to the touch, the fabric soothing to his skin for it was not thick nor thin. Before he could delve too deep into the intricacies of the piece of art in his lap, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

"Tengen-sama! We've looked all over the estate! Y/N-chan isn't here!"

Suma's cries failed to tear away Tengen's gaze as it scanned the contents of the room, or rather, what wasn't there.

"She's not here." The Sound Hashira stood to his full height, eyes never leaving the item that was situated beside the shelves of materials you and the girls had come to acquire over the years.

Or rather, what was supposed to be situated beside the shelves.

"WHAT?!"

The three kunoichi quickly invaded the room, varying gasps of surprise, awe, and confusion filling the quiet air floating around them.

"Is this comforter, about us?" Fresh poured down Suma's cheeks as she ran her fingers across the section that was clearly dedicated to her, ignoring her fellow sister wives as they did the same.

"They, they remembered." With a gaping mouth of awed surprise, Makio heavily studied the finely detailed piece of art within her hands. "The first thing I ever gave them was a sunflower from the fields. I can't believe they remembered that."

Hinatsuru nodded in agreeance but turned her attention to him with worry, well-manicured fingers curling wantonly into the heavenly fabric. "If she isn't here, then where?"

His hands curled into fists as reality beat against his heart, the answer horribly bitter on his tongue.

"She's gone into the village."

~~~

#anon asks #sjhanny #sjhanny asks #uzui tengen x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #uzui tengen #tengen uzui #kny tengen #demon slayer #tengen uzui x y/n #tengen uzui x you #tengen uzui x reader

[transboysokka]

“ how long? ” [a confused pause] “ how longhave you two been in a relationship ? ” <- Katara finding out her brother is dating her ex. SO messy!!!

ahhahahahahaha how could you do this to me okay

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"How long?"

Here's the thing.

The reason Sokka didn't want anyone to know yet about his relationship with Zuko was that he wanted to put off having this exact fucking conversation with Katara for as long as he could until he knew how to go about it.

Was it ideal that he was hooking up with his sister's ex-boyfriend? Of course not! But it was... complicated. And yet, every time he'd thought about telling Katara, it felt like Toph had opened up another hole underneath him and swallowed him up into the Earth.

So when Katara had walked in on Zuko in Sokka's bed (and Sokka knew that was a stupid move on his part, but seriously, was it too much for the girl to knock?) and Sokka and Katara had sent Zuko scrambling out of the room, there was definitely no putting off this conversation any longer.

But Sokka could employ his fallback strategy: playing dumb.

So he just said:

"Hm?"

Katara narrowed her eyes, hands on her hips, stepping threateningly from her position in the doorway to Sokka's sitting in the bed, blanket pulled up to hide his nakedness from his sister's unexpected visit.

"How long," she clarified, "Have you two been fucking?"

Sokka was really wishing for that hole to come along and swallow him up any minute now. He gulped when he saw the storm in Katara's eyes, praying to the spirits that the storm would stay inside her eyes and not find its way out. He did not want to get wet this early in the morning, but he had a feeling that's where this conversation was headed.

Not that he wouldn't deserve it.

"Katara," Sokka squeaked, pulling the covers up higher as she approached, "I really didn't want to hurt you-"

"It's too late for that!" She was standing at the foot of his bed, leaning down at him with arms crossed in the way they always were before Sokka was about to get into huge trouble. He swore he saw the koi pond outside his window starting to bubble out of the corner of his eye. "Answer the question!"

Sokka shrank back into the bed.

"I promise, we only started like several months after you guys had broken up. I didn't want to hurt you but we just-"

"So you've been secretly boning my ex for several months already now."

Water splattered Sokka's (luckily, closed) window as the koi pond exploded into oblivion. (Sorry, fish.)

"Yeah, but Katara, this is why I didn't want to-"

"Didn't want to what? Tell me the truth about how out of all the people in this palace, you decided to get together with the one person that it would hurt me the most for you to date?"

Katara grabbed the blankets off the bed and threw them to the ground, which was fair, because Sokka had been trying to cover his head with them. Thank all the spirits that he was wearing shorts underneath, but he doubted there would have been anything that could have embarrassed him more than he already felt in the present situation.

He hugged himself against the shame he felt and the sudden cold. He couldn't meet Katara's eye.

Because she was right.

As a brother, this was one of the worst, most painful things he could to to her. But how was he supposed to convince Katara that he was only with Zuko because it felt so right? That he had tried to stay away for Katara's sake, but they just kept... finding each other?

Sokka took some time to find the right words, but Katara waited. She seemed to calm the longer he took to speak, which was a good thing- Sokka thought it would be best to avoid any more landscaping-related incidents this morning.

He finally looked up and met Katara's eyes. She was still breathing heavily, but she looked slightly less angry now where hurt was taking over.

Okay, he could deal with this. They could talk this out like adults.

And if Katara didn't speak to him at all for a whole week afterwards? Understandable.

"Katara... I'm sorry. You're right. I didn't tell you because I was scared and embarrassed and I knew this wouldn't be fair to you. But it wasn't... on purpose. You know? I was with Suki and you were with Zuko and then we were all dealing with our own breakups, and then you got together with Aang..."

Katara sat stiffly at the foot of the bed, arms still crossed, but showing her willingness to hear Sokka out and let him finish.

"I tried to find someone else, I did... I wasn't even looking for a serious relationship, you know? Just... anyone to make me feel less lonely. But the thing is, when you've been through as much as we have, nobody else can understand. And then Zuko, well he just... was always around. And we really get each other, you know? Every time I see him or talk to him, I just feel... It sounds stupid, but I feel complete and I tried to stay away Katara, I really did, but eventually..." Sokka trailed off and sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it, Katara. I know I was trying to save you the pain, but it was wrong."

Katara had looked away when Sokka had started talking about his feelings toward his relationship with Zuko. He knew it would probably pain her to hear it, but he wanted her to understand. And she was happy with Aang now, so...

Ugh. This was so complicated.

"Okay," Katara said.

Okay. Sokka could live with okay. It was better than "I'm gonna murder you in your sleep," at least.

His sister took a minute to process everything that had been said before meeting his eye again.

"...Do you love him?"

Sokka blinked. He'd only been together with Zuko for a few months, and it wasn't something he'd really thought about a lot.

Did he love Zuko?

He thought about what he'd had with Yue, and with Suki- and he had loved Suki- and about how he felt with Zuko, how it compared. And he realized... it didn't compare. It was so much different. Better.

"...Yeah," he breathed, no doubt in his mind.

Katara forced a smile, but there was just enough of it that seemed genuine.

"Okay. I'm still pissed, and I will be talking to Zuko. This is... going to take me some time to get used to. You really did hurt me Sokka. But... who am I to stop two idiots in love?"

Sokka's entire body relaxed upon hearing the words. Things weren't okay between them, but he knew now that they could be again.

He scrambled across the bed to launch himself at Katara for a hug, and she hugged back.

Yeah.

Things would be okay.

#quesTian #atla #drabble #zukka #text

[the-sharlyan-song]

"Please help him" the Sharlayan laid bright lilies on the steps of Nophica's Altar. It had become a tradition of sorts now, and every time he came to Gridania now he stopped in this very spot and said a prayer for his Laurent. It was always a short one, with no names mentioned in case he was overheard. "Help him see I'll never leave him behind or alone."

Moons became other Moons, and days combined with days. He had found his first white tendril of hair just a few bells earlier, and his eyes looked more tired than usual as he watched the subtle breeze blow across the petals and threaten to send his gift spiraling off to the four corners of the Star. Normally when the Duskwight was in this mood he would just go and talk to his sister who would set him right as rain. She knew much about love and sadness but most of all she understood the worry that washed over a person when the person they couldn't imagine their life without was suddenly changed.

This time he chose to keep her out of things. He knew if she heard any of this she would put her own wedding on hold and stop her plans to go to Corethas with Clement and Kovalt, to be there at his side. Viviane had given enough of her life to others, it was time for his darling Sister to have her day in the Sun. She had gone through six Moons of Counseling in Ishgard with one of the Priests to help her with her troubles and in the days recently behind them he had seen such a change in her. Dimitri was happy for her, more than he expressed because his heart was so consumed by worry for his fiance. The worst part was she knew something was wrong he could see it in those expressive blue eyes as she looked at him, but like he had told Clement when the met by accident in the fall, Vi could not be brought into this. It was the longest that Dimitri had hidden anything from his Sister and he was on the edge of considering himself a liar at this point.

"He has served you and yours well." He murmured to the Altar, his hand coming to rest over a sigil he had begun to wear that bore Nophica's marking. He talked to her often now, and he had begun to believe. He had never been a man of faith, but now he would do everything he could to help Laurent, even going as far as to push away years of training about how the Twelve we not real, and perhaps they weren't in the corporeal sense, but every time the Sharlayan stood in front of this altar he felt the presence of Faith and Hope, and it stilled his mind for a little while.

"Remind him I love him." He murmured further, some nights were easier than others, but on this one tears sprung to his eyes and soon left crystalline paths cutting down over his normally pale cheeks. Tonight they were pink from the chill in the air, and he found himself wondering briefly if they would turn to ice on his face as they fell only to shatter under his feet.

"Please?" The word was a struggle "Help Him." Kneeling down he left a drawing of two men kissing near the flowers, their faces unfinished but one had short hair of blonde and the other a deep brown that curled down his back. Then he rose, wiped his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets so they wouldn't get cold on his walk.

Somewhere in Gridania that night a heart ached for its lover and it cried from all the uncertainty that one twist of fate had left on their path.

#dimitri stories

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Mr Gallagher and Me

Jim x reader

Playlist Chapter 10 Masterlists

Chapter 11

As the holidays draw nearer, its time for Jim to meet Y/n's parents, but the introduction isn't exactly smooth sailing. Warnings- mentions of pregnancy symptoms

Early December Upon deciding that sleep was not happening in the near foreseeable future, Y/n had deserted the bed and headed to the living room, grabbing the television remote before laying sideways on the sofa, propping her head on a pillow shoved against the armrest. Mindlessly and with the sound muted, she flipped though infomercials and sitcom marathons in search of something interesting to watch.

There'd been so much going on in her mind that night, much of it she'd kept private from Jim and by the time it was three am and Y/n couldn't seem to fall asleep, she also couldn't tell if the throb in head had been the result of sleep deprivation, stress or hormones. She did know however that it made her wish she knew how to turn down the brightness on Jim's TV-in Jim's apartment, where she'd been most of the time.

It had been going on three full weeks since she'd been staying with him and it was starting to feel like she unofficially lived there; from knowing where everything was to having more and more of her things appearing in his closet, dresser and bathroom. They'd never discussed moving in together though, but every time Y/n had brought up going back to her place, more so to give him space in than taking some for herself, Jim had promised her that he liked having her there and knowing that she- and the baby- were okay.

"Couldn't sleep?" Jim broke from the hallway, though, Y/n shifted her head awkwardly to catch a glimpse of him as he came in, dressed simply in flannel pajama bottoms and a simple, pale blue t-shirt- Y/n had actually been wearing the shirt for those pants, the long sleeves falling over her fingers and the hem reaching just over the center of her bare thighs. 

“Nope,” Y/n sat up as Jim sank down next to her on the sofa and he immediately pulled her in. 

“Something wrong?” He inquired worriedly when Y/n didn’t elaborate. Jim’s hand affectionately rubbed her shoulder as he drew her in against him.

“No,....yes. I don’t know,” Y/n admitted with a sigh, "I was texting my mom earlier,” she sucked in a sharp breath, burrowing closer and slipped her arms around his waist in a cozy hug as she tucked her legs at her side, knees pressing against his thighs, "I still haven't told my parents that I’m pregnant….or that I’m dating you, I wouldn't even know how to tell them how we met,” Y/n disclosed with a heavy exhale, “And she’s been asking about when I’ll be getting in for Christmas but….”

“But?” Jim prompted and Y/n leaned forward slightly to press her cheek to his chest. 

“But I don’t know if I want to go,” Y/n divulged, voice dropping. Going home felt complicated; having to explain that she was having a baby and who the father was, they’d probably be livid and it was a mess she was avoiding. “I don’t know if I wanna tell them yet,” she explained shamefully.

“I love you, and I get that you might be scared,” Jim bent his head to briefly kiss her hair, "But you need to tell them.”

“I know,” Y/n groaned, already feeling tears prickle at her eyes, “I’m just worried that it’ll go sideways. And I wish we could tell them together.”

For a moment, Jim was silent, and Y/n had almost taken to thinking that he’d fallen asleep on her, or had gotten distracted by the television when he eventually offered, “Maybe we can,” he said casually, and in the dimness, Y/n angled her head so she could meet his eyes by the aid of the poor television lighting, “Why don’t you ask them to come here for Christmas?” 

Late December- Two days before Christmas  Of all the days to feel like absolute crap, Y/n just had to have what was probably the worst of her morning sickness on the day her parents were coming in. It had taken over a week to convince them, and when Y/n had reluctantly told them about why Jim couldn’t join her back to Nevada, they’d both been shocked and visibly displeased. 

“He can’t come because…..he has his kids for half of Christmas day.”

“Kids?” Her mother had retorted incredulously, "He has kids?” 

Her father had taken the news slightly better, though, his disapproval made a reappearance when she told him that Jim’s kids were fifteen and seventeen. 

The only reason that they’d even agreed to visit Ireland for Christmas was because Y/n, by every fault of the hormones brought on by the little person inside her, had broken down over the phone on their last call as she’d explained that she really wanted things to work out and was desperate for them to meet Jim. She had not told them why and she had planned on keeping the reasoning private until after Christmas dinner. 

But her body seemed to have other plans. 

On the morning that she was supposed to pick them up from the airport, Y/n had been up a good ten hours before their flight was due to touch down on Thursday afternoon, upchucking the contents of her stomach, while grappling with a headache that was on the verge of turning into a migraine and cramps that had started up the day before. Jim had gotten up with her, though his aid had been limited to filling up his search history with ‘at home’ remedies for her symptoms, counting the minutes until Dr. Shaw’s office opened and soothingly rubbing her back and coercing her into having slow sips of water and nibbles of saltines. 

“Alright, so I just got off the phone with the doctor,” he announced, reentering the bathroom just as Y/n was moving to lean against the tub, bringing the damp washcloth she’d been holding to her face as she breathed heavily. “She says the cramps. and even spotting is normal. But if you start having heavy bleeding or pain you can’t bare, we should call her and go to the hospital.”

Despite the relief that came with knowing that nothing was wrong, Y/n groaned in response. Throwing her head back and swallowing thickly, she mustered up the breath to ask, “Did she say what we could do about….” She trailed off, more focused on trying to not gag. 

“About everything else,” Jim finished for her as he sank down on the tiled floor next to her, “Not really, just what we’ve already tried. Crackers, ginger tea and small, regular meals,:

“Ugh,” suddenly, just the thought if eating turned her stomach, and Jim scrambled to keep up, hastily rubbing her back. 

“Shit,” he mumbled, trying to get strands of her hair out of her face, “Sorry,” he grimaced apologetically. When it was over and Jim once more brought a glass filled with ice water to her lips, attempted to avoid any food related topic entirely, instead  suggesting, “Maybe we should send a taxi for your parents,” even as he suggested it, Jim  seemed weary of the idea, though, Y/n suspected that it was primarily because he didn't want to upset her. “You obviously cannot go like this and I am not leaving you here alone.”

“No,” she protested weakly, staggering to a stand with his help, almost tripping over her own feet when he let her go for a moment. “If I don't go, I have to tell them why,” she explained as she got her toothbrush out, “And I’m not ready yet,” she sighed, meeting his tired, worried gaze through their reflections. 

Jim exhaled defeatedly, slumping his shoulders but still maintaining a steadying hold on her, “Alright, fine,” he sighed, “There’s still a few hours for you to try to get some rest, and some fluids,” he kissed the back of her head, “And we’ll see how you feel, yeah?”

Tiredly, Y/n nodded, “Okay.”

Later that day. The holidays always brought with it some extra bustle at the airport, though Jim couldn’t remember the last time he’d been there so close to Christmas and so, the chaos was as good as cold water over his head. There were people everywhere, the snow laden parking lot, the front entrance, the check in stations, near the food court and where they were waiting for her parents near the escalators, it sort of felt as of all of Dublin, and then some, had gathered at the airport in anticipation of Christmas. They were waiting for her parents, who'd gotten in about twenty minutes ago but had decided to baggage claim first so when they met up, the biggest  hassle left would be actually leaving the airport.

Without her even saying it,Jim could tell she was nervous, it was in the way she’d been wringing her hands together occasionally and chewing on her lower lip every time he glanced at her. She still seemed a little worse for wear too; visibly tired and unusually irritable, both of which were completely understandable given how her day had gone. Which was why he’d been desperate for things to go well when he finally met her parents, if he could do his very best to get along with them and not stress her out, then that would be one less thing on her plate.

“Its gonna be okay,” he murmured, bringing his lips to the woolen beanie covering the top of her head  and giving her waist an affectionate squeeze

With a sigh, Y/n glanced up at him, expression unreadable but eyes wide with anxiety, “I guess,” she suspired, ”Its just…..you don’t know my mom, she’s…..inflexible.” 

“Inflexible?” Jim chuckled curiously. She’d always talked about how her mother was strict, and that she had a habit, albeit a well-meaning one, of projecting her own beliefs and values on Y/n, her only child.

Y/n exhaled unsteadily, “Yeah its just-” As she spoke, Y/n glanced towards the row of escalators ahead of them, “They’re here,” she smiled tightly, untangling from his embrace and simply, lacing her hand in his as they walked towards the escalators. 

“Y/n!” It was her father that called to her first, lifting the rolling suitcase a bit so he could jog down the remaining steps. As he set it down next to him, he opened his arms up for a hug and Y/n deserted Jim’s hand for a moment to lunge into her father’s arms.

“Daddy!” She squealed excitedly and Jim grinned; relieved to see her so happy for the first time that day. “I missed you,” he heard her say as he slipped his hands into his pockets, hanging back quietly as he waited to be introduced. 

“Missed you too slugger,” her father chortled warmly. 

When Y/n and her father parted, she reached to hug her mother, though the embrace was far more somber and didn’t last as long. There was still warmth between the two women, but her mother seemed rigid while Y/n seemed happy but not as outwardly excited. “Hi mom,” she beamed when they pulled away, still holding each other at the arms, “I’m glad you guys came.” 

Y/n’s mother hummed, smiling tightly and when Jim caught a cleaner look at the older woman’s face, he saw where Y/n got her beauty; if she were younger, or Y/n were older, they could have been twins. “Well, we wanna spend Christmas with you, so if you insist on doing it here….”

“What your mother means to say is that we’re happy to be there,” her father injected, “Its gonna be great! Nevada’s always so hot in December, it’ll be good to see how the other half lives.”

“Exactly!” Y/n declared triumphantly, “Oh, I want you guys to meet someone,” suddenly she sounded nervous again, and when she glanced at him, Jim drew nearer once more, his own anxiety over meeting her parents prompting him to seek comfort by reaching for her waist, his breathing veining out a little when Y/n reciprocated. “Mom, daddy, this is Jim. The guy I've been telling you about.”

“Told us about, once,” her mother corrected testily  as her father offered his hand.

“Jack,” the man shook his hand firmly, offering him a subtly warning squeeze, “You’ve got my little girl loving Ireland more than her own damn home,” the man was straight faced and unnerved, Jim stood there, at a loss for words. Then, apparently when he’d had enough of seeing Jim squirm, Jack laughed, “Relax, I'm just joking."

"Oh, right," Jim exhaled audibly and when he glanced at Y/n as Jack released his hand she smiled softly as if to reassure him that it was going well so far.

"Natalie," her mother didn't joke around the way her husband had, and Jim thought that she seemed like the sterner one of the two. And the one who wasn't pleased about spending Christmas in a strange country.

Quickly though, Jim tried to suppress judgment so he could be as cordial as possible, "Its nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Y/l/n."

"Please," Jack dismissed with a casual wave, "Jack is fine," as he said it, Y/n's father turned to her mother, presumably expecting her to request something along the same lines. 

After a couple minutes of stoney hesitation, she scoffed, "Natalie is fine too, I suppose, you are almost our age anyways."

"Mom!" Y/n admonished, poorly masking her irritation.

“Its okay,” Jim said softly, pecking the top of her head. 

“Why don’t we get going?” Jack interrupted the tension and grabbed the handle of the suitcase he’d come down with, and then relieved his wife of one of her carry ons, “That was a long flight and I’m sure you two have been waiting for a while. You look tired, slugger,” Jack noted, quickly touching Y/n’s chin with the tip of his fingers. 

“A little,” she admitted, and Jim easily picked the fib out of the quip but kept his lips sealed; they'd already discussed that they’d tell her parents, and his kids, after Christmas dinner. 

Not long after, they turned to head to his car, though, before they'd set off, Jim had insisted on carrying two of their heavier bags. He and Y/n were walking a couple feet ahead and thought she’d been determined to carry one of the bags, he had been adamant in insisting that she did not, and thankfully, her parents hadn’t traveled with much anyway. As they walked, far enough ahead to not lead to any hasty  bump ins, they were still within close enough proximity to Y/n’s parents to hear a conversation that Jim supposed was meant to stay private;

“I can’t believe you’re okay with  this,” Natalie whispered harshly 

With an irritated sigh, Jack quickly returned under his breath, “I’m not okay with it, but what do you want me to do? Tell her who to date?”

“I want you to stop acting like you to act like this okay. She just turned twenty-three for God’s sake.”

When Y/n briefly glanced backwards, Jack mumbled harshly, “We’ll talk about this later.”  

After that, the rest of the walk to Jim’s car, and by extension to ride to Y/n’s apartment, where her parents would be staying, without, much to her mother’s very vocal disapproval, was riddled with rigid awkwardness and thick tension.  He could tell Y/n felt it too, because she’d gone completely quiet after the airport incident and hadn’t even said much as they got her parents settled at her place, where they were expected to stay for a week.

When they’d returned to his car though, and Jim had asked if she was okay, it was like he’s pulled a pin on a grenade and she broke down.”I’m so scared to tell them,” she cried, covering her face with her hands, “They’re gonna be so disappointed- she’s gonna be so mad.”

“Hey,” Jim cooed, leaning over the console as he laced one of his hands with hers, bringing the back of her knuckles to his lips, “Its gonna be okay, the only reason they’re reacting like this is because they love you, and they’re worried that some old man is taking advantage of their little girl,” he teased earning himself a sniffled giggle through her stream of tears. “They love you,” he reaffirmed, “And even if they’re disappointed, or mad, nothing will change that, right?”

Y/n nodded through the tears, using her free hand to swipe some of them away, only for fresh ones to streak her stained cheeks, “I know, you’re right,” she sniffled, “I just don’t want them to flip out, you know?”

Truthfully, Jim was hoping that they’d take the news with much less anger than he was expecting too- the guilt steaming from getting her into what they perceived to be as trouble would crush him, and he also was scared of Y/n taking on more stress than she had too, especially when Dr. Shaw had told him that morning that stress could be a factor in the severity of her symptoms.

“Maybe they won’t,” he quipped, keeping his hoe subdued, “Won’t know until you tell ‘em,” he smiled faintly, leaning over a little further to press a quick peck to her temple, “But you should try to relax until then, better to not get all worked up until then, right?”

Y/n exhaled with a shake, her eyes still glassy as she determined, “Right.” He could tell she was still anxious about the issue, but she’d stopped crying. As he’d pulled out of the parking spot though, Y/n continued her hold on his hand and while he rubbed soothing strokes onto the back of her thumb Jim hoped that for her sake -and his- that he was right about her parents not reacting badly to the news they were closely guarding. 

*****

Tagging- @pearlstiare

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #the delinquent season #mr. gallagher and me

[playtwewy]

Time to put your money where your mouth is by answering the remaining questions about Joshua in the ask game

im on it, boss <3 are you prepared?

3. A song that reminds me of them

Are You Satisfied? by Marina and the Diamonds. in my infinite hubris i tried to actually make a comic for him with this song once before i remembered i was bad at art :)

4. How many people I ship them with

hmmm probably only like 3? Neku, Beat, and Haz .

5. My favorite ship of them

Joshneku probably lol

6. My least favorite ship of them

honestly like any others than the ones i mentioned above but also i just don't really seek out a lot of ship content anyways.

7. A quote of them that you remember

Shopping is fun! The Game is better this way :) (<- he was too much for this)

8. Your favorite outfit of them

look this man only has like two canonical outfits so instead, im gonna pick my fave and least fave of the clothes items that give him specific bonuses in game. That being said, fave is of course the bunny parka. we all love the bunny parka <3

9. Your least favorite outfit of them

Probably Vernal Equinox. idk if aqua is a good color for joshua to wear realistically.

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

this tumblr post:

13. Your favorite friendship they have

12. Sexuality hc!

His and Neku's friendship will always be my favorite, but i have to say that his and Mr. H's is also very very good and fascinating to me <3 and also, even tho it is not canon, i am a firm shiki and joshua eventual besties truther

14. Best storyline they had

i mean what else can I say, but that his whole arc in twewy is incredible

15. Worst storyline they had

they really just wanted to pretend that joshua didn't exist in neo until they couldn't ignore it anymore

16. A childhood headcanon

I do really like the fanon stuff about Joshua being musically inclined before he took on the role of Composer, but to me i always imagined it as him feeling drawn to musical instruments but not really being good at them. So to me, Joshua was definitely a piano kid, but did not necessarily take to it easily nor was necessarily good at it. But he loved just sitting there and plucking keys and could do it for hours :)

17. What do you think their first word was?

probably something simple like 'want' or 'mom/dad'

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

Polite for all intents and purposes. Definitely a quiet kid imo. I'll be honest and say that i don't really dwell on how Joshua was pre-Composer.

19. The most random ship you've seen people have with them

i remember a weird period of time where i saw a lot of joshua and rhyme pairing stuff. idk if that was just me but it was bewildering.

21. When do you think they were at their happiest?

I really do think Joshua was having the time of his life in Another Day and playing Tin Pin, that is my truth.

23. Future headcanon

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

hmmmm well since I've been thinking about it a lot, Joshua and Eri would also be really good friends after Joshua becomes more integrated into the main cast friend group and he is also the one to get her into Tin Pin

Post-Neo Joshua definitely just inserts himself into Rindo's life.

well it was his identity as Composer but well we know he told someone eventually. I guess I'd say he would never tell Rindo or anyone else wilingly that he was chosen as a proxy. I don't think Joshua would do that twice. I think in that regard he learned his lesson

29. How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

I think its more I don't think he would ever want to be one. if anything the closest I think he's come close to is being a mentor figure, similar to what Mr. H is implied to be towards him. And while I don't think he'd excel at it I think he would do a good enough job depending on the circumstances. but uh given his proxies I dont think it should be willingly tested.

30. funniest scene they had

FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS ONE IN A PREVIOUS ASK IM SO SORRY

that whole scene where Joshua tricks Neku into going to cat street on day 3 was the funniest thing to me on my first playthrough and it still is one of the funniest joshua moments to me to this day lmao

his response kills me too

#walks out of this ask covered in blood: 👍 #still thank you <3 #asks

[yardsards]

living in my own apartment has really showed me the full extent of how Fucked Up my living situation was. i'm not even talking about the abusive parent thing here. i mean just the physical environment. we grew up in a shitty dilapidated old farmhouse.

it always smelled just a little bit like piss. whether it was human or animal piss varied from time to time. human piss got less frequent as my dad stopped getting blackout drunk so often. animal piss got more frequent when my parents got a little dog that they didn't bother to train; i started wearing shoes indoors all the time

there was a terrible mouse problem. they weren't as bad upstairs but you could still hear em skittering through the walls at night. they were worst in the kitchen. certain cupboards had it worse than others, so we tried to store things based on that. you had to store the pantry staples in thicker containers: ideally metal or glass- if you used tupperware you'd have to replace it every couple months cuz the mice would start to chew through it. the everyday dishes and cutlery were kept in one of the areas where mice didn't bother to go, but stuff like mixing bowls and pots and pans had to be scrubbed out before you used them, just to be safe.

and then there were the bugs. having at least obe bug in the room with you was the rule, not the exception. especially in summertime. especially during the night. i'd have to go to bed with about a dozen bugs in my room (not even counting the gnats, of which there were several dozen) every night in the summer, because trying to get rid of them was a waste of effort. there were spiders with bodies the size of my big toe and legs the length of my fingers. spiders were mostly consider good, though, because one spider would eat multiple other bugs. but i got used to the bugs, for the most part. left over from that is the fact that i now have to consciously remind myself to put bugs outside when i see one in my apartment, instead of just leaving them there.

winter was worse than the summer, though. for most of my childhood we relied primarily on a wood stove (using logs my dad would cut throughout the year) in the living room because heating the house with electricity was too expensive. the air was dry and smelled a bit like soot.

we'd sometimes supplement that with electric wall heaters or space heaters if it got too cold for the stove to keep up with, and my dad would fuss over the cost the whole time. but the heaters were pretty weak and couldn't keep the house warm if the fire wasn't running. the fire needed constant tending, and if me and my sister were home alone (we weren't allowed to manage the fire as children) it would get cold very fast. we wore our winter coats indoors after we got home from school, before our mother came home from work and lit the fire (which had to be snuffed out in the morning when my dad left for work, so as not to risk another house fire. (which happened once but everyone was home and we could call the fire department so it only burned the roof by the time they got there)). it'd get extra cold at night, both because the outdoors cold colder after dark and because no one would be awake and actively adding fuel to the fire.

but even with the fire and the heaters, it was almost always a little bit chilly. you generally had to wear a jacket or robe over your pajamas at all times, and keep a blanket wrapped around yourself as you went about your day. i'd spend most of my time either curled up in bed or gravitating to whatever heat source i could find. i'd sit up so close to the wood stove that my skin would get red hot but i'd stay there til the cold that'd dug its way into my bones cooled off. or me and my sister would get into fights over who got to sit in the warm spot in front of the good electric heater.

i went to sleep at night, curled up in a tight little ball, half a dozen blankets on me, covering up even my face, arranged so there was just a small hole near my nose to breathe through. in the mornings, i'd pick out the day's outfit and then lie down on top of it for a few minutes so i wouldn't have to put cold fabric directly onto my body (cold denim is The Worst). i became a master of getting dressed under the still-warm blankets in my bed.

as we got older and my dad got too old to keep chopping firewood and we got Slightly Less Poor we got more electric heaters and stopped using the wood stove. and some of the problems caused by having to rely on fire went away, but it was still often very cold inside

i. think i might've been legit traumatized by those winters.

it sounds almost silly to call feeling cold traumatic. it was so minor compared to most of the traumatizing shit that happened to me as a kid. and it wasn't like, ever deadly cold. we were never at risk of homelessness. it probably never even dropped below 55F; it wasn't like my cousins who spent a couple years having to wear winter coats indoors all winter. but. i think it was still trauma, in a way.

but like. every year during autumn, i feel this sinking sense of dread as i realize it's getting colder.

a little of that is just cuz i hate winter for normal reasons. i have no cold tolerance. i'm scrawny and mildly anemic. my brain interprets cold sometimes as a sharp burning pain. even when i'm fully bundled up (and i mean REALLY bundled up, not just throwing on a winter coat and a hat, i'm talking 3 layers of clothing under the coat type of shit) the cold creeps in. having to walk to and from places often ends up feeling painful from the cold. and i love being outdoors and being trapped inside drives me bonkers

but i think a lot of that dread is legit a trauma response.

or even when i'm chilly for just a bit too long, i sometimes even end up crying. not because the cold air makes my eyes water, not from the physical pain of the cold, but because i get a feeling of helplessness that i couldn't figure out the source of til just now.

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[abetteranglican]

we were in my room, she'd asked to come in since she needed a skirt for something over the weekend.

'I need to come over rn' she had sent in a text,

'look for the stripey skirt'

'thnx'

'and the white bra'

She was going on a date this weekend, when she came in she said she wanted to look cute.

I hadn't been able to find it, in my quick and slightly nervous search once I knew she must be close. I had procrastinated looking, trying frustratedly to revise this maths topic from a few months ago. I was really bad at this one, even though it was supposed to be fairly simple but we had been taught it in December, when things had been at their worst. I wondered about how April was comparing; I was certainly no better at matrices.

The doorbell rang and I opened the door to her and a friend, who stared at me.

She shushed the friend.

Looking at her phone, she said hi coolly and marched in, still looking at her phone, walked past me upstairs. I closed the door behind her. The friend had turned away, retiring to his waiting spot outside the gate.

I followed her up to my room and saw her standing in the middle of it. She knew I hadn't found her things. She looked at me.

'You couldn't find my stuff right?'

I was tired.

'Its fine, I know you're bad at looking for things babe'

She had started calling me 'babe' but in this offhand way I hated, she had called me baby before and now this felt like she was trying to make as clear to me as possible that she had 'moved on'.

She opened my drawers, the top and then the second, searching deftly through my clothes in the first, and a mix of both of ours in the second. She pulled out the skirt, and in the third she found the bra still saying nothing.

This felt really weird.

'Other Friend said I should wear this one' she announced, 'Other Friend met my boyfriend and says this'd be good for a date.'

I could tell what she was doing, and I resented it, and I wanted her not to be in my room, a sense of injustice was struggling upwards in the ocean of remorse and guilt. I tried to speak as nonchalantly and delicately as possible;

'Do you wanna start taking clothes back to your house? It'll save you having to come here all the time.'

She looked at me, looked away and chuckled, 'Wow, you really do want me gone' half sarcastically.

But only half.

My spirit withered and drowned in a sea of self hatred and confusion and unkillable desire.

'No no! Not that, I just mean, I'm bad at looking for stuff and-'

'And you know how small my room is, Elliot, I can't fit everything, some people are poor you know'

'Yeah no its fine sorry don't worry'

'And my mum will probably get drunk at some point and do something to them'

'I don't mind love, really-' Fuck. '-sorry'

I called everyone 'love' now, my friends, the cat, my sisters, but she was smirking at me, she knew it was different for her. I really wished she would take her clothes back.

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