#LOTS I STILL NEED TO ADD I KNOW I JUST WANTED . SOMETHING UP

[ninjakittenarmy]

A couple things from an asexual. And some of this is gonna involve correcting common behaviors most Allos don’t do but are way too normalized and need to be combatted so just know none of this is meant as like, an accusation to all allo people or anything like that.

Give people the benefit of the doubt when they express discomfort with sexualized stuff things, be it in a given space or in media or in a conversation. Doesn’t actually matter if they’re ace or not, you don’t need the specific reason. Don’t automatically assume everyone expressing discomfort with sex is queerphobic or sexist unless either they imply it or have a noticeable double standard, ie. they were fine with cishet people being just as sexual. DO NOT JUST ASSUME THEY WERE ACTUALLY FINE WITH CISHET PEOPLE BEING JUST AS SEXUAL. I can’t stress this enough. You need to see it happen or have them say so. The amount of times I’ve been accused of this with no evidence whatsoever is astounding.

If someone says they’re asexual as a reason they’re not comfortable with something sexual, do not bring up that not all ace people feel that way. Yes, sex favorable ace people exist. You can easily infer that the ace person in this situation isn’t one of them. This also goes for ace representation.

If someone says queer representation is bad representation because it’s not sexual enough, call them on it. That’s never ok to say.

While I totally get why “there’s no platonic explanation for this” became a common saying, it is probably best to retire this one. It’s extremely alienating. A lot of us start feeling uncomfortable, insecure, and unwelcome if we actually are that affectionate to our friends or would like to be were it not for the assumption.

If someone counters the above statement, don’t automatically assume homophobia without further explanation for why they are doing so. I know this one’s difficult. Trust me, I get it.

TAG YOUR NSFW POSTS. Seriously, I swear that this has just evaporated over the years. I don’t even care if their site is taking down posts with those tags. If you cannot tag it and have it stay up, then don’t post it on the website. I don’t care if the policy is shit, it doesn’t mean you can post untagged fetish content and porn where people can’t avoid it. Do not punish us for a website’s policy. Post it somewhere else.

There’s this really annoying trend where people say to make your own spaces without stuff we’re uncomfortable with if we don’t want it but anyone who tries gets called a puritan and harassed. I saw a poster I usually agree with call out a furry con for not allowing fetish gear or diapers or such because of how much queer history there is in the community and how it seemed “Christian”, implying that this is an insult. One, being queer doesn’t mean every space needs to allow every fetish, two, there’s no evidence that these people weren’t queer, three, so what if it was religious? Religious queer people exist and they’re allowed to be religious in a way that doesn’t abandon all sexual mores so long as they aren’t discriminatory. Banning fetish content from one con is not discriminatory.

Acknowledge that more sexual and more progressive are not the same thing.

It’s not actually just allo people who do this. Some sex favorable aces and romance favorable aros do all of these things, as do some sex/romance repulsed people who still like to engage with sexual/romantic stuff. That’s bad too. You being aro or ace isn’t an excuse to discriminate against your fellow aces who aren’t comfortable with this. A lot of people from a lot of minorities support bad status quos because they don’t suffer as much as others and think the others are complaining too much. That’s not ok.

I don’t have much to say about aro people specifically other than that everything I said that applies to sex most likely applies to romance. I’m not aro myself. If anyone wants to add some stuff for aros, it would be appreciated.

Asexuals and Aromantics, can you list ways Allosexuals can help your community?

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah, I'm in a terrible mood and I need something cute wholesome to read. Preferably boyfriendrry or husbandrry. Want fluff not angst. Can't handle it at the moment. Help me. I'm kinda dying inside rn

Hiii lovey!! I’m sorry you’re in an off mood I hope this little blurb helps you feel a bit better, I went husbandrry!! Also I’m sending you lots and lots of love babes 💖

CW: None just fluff

Summary: You and Harry have a fun little moment in the middle of a dinner party✨

Harry places his hands on your hips as he stands behind you at the kitchen counter where you’re cutting up fruit to serve with dessert to the small gathering of friends that are currently scattered around the living and dining room. He leans down and places his lips to the side of your neck as his hands squeeze your hips softly.

“Did you see the new piece of jewelry Andrea has on?” Your voice is soft mixture of playful with a hint of excitement as you toss a few cut up strawberries into a bowl.

“No? Where is this new piece of jewelry located?” He questions as he rests his chin on top of your shoulder, he feels your chest vibrate as you let out a chuckle no doubt due to his lack of observation skills. But he can’t be bothered to focus on other people that much while in the same room as you, his wife that still manages to steal all the air from his lungs and his attention the moment you step into the room.

“I’ll give you a hint how about that?” You tease as his arms fully wrap around you while you begin to cut up some watermelon.

“Okay hit me with it love.” He mumbles before placing a kiss to the side of your cheek.

“It’s not around her neck.”

“Baby that’s not much of a hint.”

“Yes it is? I’m narrowing down the options for you.”

“Oh is it her new watch? I saw her checking the time a few minutes into dinner.” Harry knows his answer is wrong by the way you lean back into his hold as you let out a loud laugh that you have to cover with one of your hands so you don’t disturb the people you invited over.

“No but you’re close.” Harry rubs his lips together as he tries to think of the brief interactions he’s had with your dear friend Andrea. You smile as you reach over and grab a bowl to place the cut up watermelon in, giving your finger that has your wedding ring on it a little wiggle that catches Harry’s attention.

“No fucking way.” He says shocked that he didn’t notice an engagement ring on your friend’s hand.

“Yes-did you really not notice how she was holding her wine glass? She was practically putting it on display for everyone to see.”

“Well I don’t make it a habit of looking at other people’s hands when yours are the only ones I’m worried about.” You roll your eyes as he nuzzles his nose against the warm skin of your neck. “Know how they like to wander and all that.” He adds as his hold around your middle tightens making you let out a scoff.

“Oh my hands do the wandering do they?” He lifts his head so you can turn around in his hold, placing your hands on his chest as you look up at him. “Whose hands got dangerously high on my thigh under the table during dinner then?” Harry just gives you a shrug as he leans down and presses his lips to the tip of your nose.

“I didn’t hear you complaining about it?”

“Why would I complain about my husband’s hand on my thigh? I’m just saying you’re the one with the wandering hands not me.”

“I can’t help it I just want to be touching you in someway all the time.” He explains as you reach up on the tips of your toes so you can place a kiss to his cheek making him grin.

“Did you really not notice the giant rock on her finger?” Harry raises an eyebrow as your hands slide up his chest to the back of his neck.

“Giant rock? Bigger than yours or-”

“Harry not everything is a competition.” You answer cutting his question short with a teasing laugh. He lets out a huff as his hands slide lower down your back. “See what I mean about the wandering?” You ask him as he gives your bottom a nice squeeze, he just acts as if he’s not doing anything as he leans down and places his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

“Will you help me with the fruit?” You ask as you pull away, Harry gives your bottom another soft squeeze as he leans back in for a quick peck.

“Sorry baby I’d love to but I’ve got my hands full at the moment.” He says smugly making you laugh and give his chest a playful swat.

“You’re horrible.”

“I know but luckily that’s what my wife loves most about me.” You can’t help but smile as he leans in to place a kiss to your forehead before he loosens his hold on your bottom and slides his hands back up to your hips.

“I do-I love you and your wandering hands.” You tell him before turning back around so you can finish cutting up the fruit.

“I love you too.” He whispers in your ear before placing a kiss to the spot just below it.

[rikudaa]

Jason Todd x reader

TW: Jason (it’s his sassiness) ╰┈➤── ── ── ── ── .✦

You shift slightly before decided to speak up, your tone softening.

“So…”

Your voice is casual, almost lighthearted.

“How was your time away? Spent it with anyone?”

You ask it without pressing, like it's just a normal conversation everyone would discuss but your eyes linger at his frame, curious. Maybe even a little hopeful.

Jason looks caught off guard by your sudden question that is definitely out of blue. He lets out a low sigh, dragging a hand through his jet black hair and a tuft of white with a bit more force than necessary.

“Really?” he mutters, half a scoff, half a laugh. “Outta all the things we could talk about, you’re going for my love life?”

His voice is rough, sure-

But there’s a sliver of something else there. Tiredness, maybe. Or something he’s trying not to name. “Didn’t think I needed to bring a dating resume”

“Damn… is it that bad that you don’t want to talk about it?”

Jason can’t help but let out a short, humorless laugh at your question. He’s not sure how to answer that. His love life has been less than stellar.

“Tch. I wouldn’t call it bad, just… not worth writing home about”. He looks off to the side, jaw tightening for a second before he shrugs like he’s brushing it off.

“People come and go. You learn not to get too comfortable with any of it”

There’s a pause, just long enough for it to feel like maybe there’s more he’s not saying then his gaze flicks back to you, a little sharper now.

“Why? You gonna psychoanalyze me next?”

You shrug, all casual, like this isn’t a big deal. Fingers absently twirl the end of your hair as your eyes linger on him.

“I’m bored,” you say. Then you add, with a hint of a smile, “And curious. It’s inevitable when you were gone for years”

You don’t press, just let the words hanging there, inviting him to decide how much he wants to give in and ranting about it.

Jason can’t help but roll his eyes at your nonchalant reply, barely able to hide his irritation.

Of course you’re bored. You’ve always been like that-impossible to ignore, even when he tries. You’ve always been a pain in the ass. But you are his pain in the ass.

He lets out a low, gruff sigh, but there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re insufferable,” he says, shaking his head. “But… maybe that’s why you’re the only one who gets away with it”

You roll your eyes in annoyance, slightly offended by his small insult so you cross your arms at the front chest just to express how angry you are, playfully, of course. “Yeah yeah, heard that a lot coming from your snarky mouth”

Jason’s smirk grows a little at your response. He can practically see the roll of your eyes, the annoyed expression on your face.

It’s familiar.

He crosses his arms over his chest again, his expression turning serious again.

"Right. So I'll keep it simple. My love life has been.... nonexistent" He replies gruffly.

.

.

.

You blink, incredulous, unable to hide the disbelief in your tone.

“Are you seriously jackshit with me? Don’t play around, Jason”

There’s a playful edge to it, but beneath that, you’re still trying to wrap your head around what he just said.

Jason’s expression turns to a deadpan look at your ridiculous question. He’s not surprised by your question, but he still finds himself annoyed by it.

“No.” He replies gruffly. “I’m not messing with you. My love life has been at zero and six feet underground.”

Why does he sound so damn annoyed saying that?

“Damn…”. The word come out of your mouth, again. Like a natural response to every his answers.

Purses your lips make it into thin lines while looking off to the side.

“I thought you had that kind of partner—you know, the love-hate dynamic. They’re all sexy and teasing you like cat and mouse, while you’re the serious one, going along with the whole motto ‘gotta stay locked in’ ” you speaks in a low, deep voice for the quote, gesturing with hands waving around like an idiot, trying to describe things that words just don’t quite cover.

Jason can’t help but raise an eyebrow at your description.

You make his non-existent love life sound like some kind of… romantic comedy?

He can’t help but scoff at the thought. Him, a rom-com? No chance in hell. He shakes his head again,

”What kind of movies have you been watching?” He grumbles teasingly.

You flash a grin, leaning in just a little like you're letting him in on some secret he’s too stubborn to admit.

“The kind where the grumpy one secretly has a heart and falls for the chaotic one,” you say, tone light, teasing.

Your eyes flick over him, clearly amused.

“You’d be surprised how well you fit the role.” You tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear, clearly enjoying yourself now.

“All that brooding? Classic love interest energy.”

Jason’s smirk turns into a small, genuine smile as you tease him. He has to admit, your description fits him a little too well.

But he’d never admit that. Not to you, at least.

He lets out a gruff huff, shaking his head again.

”I don’t brood” He retorts gruffly.

“Denial is a river in Egypt, Jason. You and Bruce are so alike… when it comes to brood”

Jason lets out a low groan, dragging a hand down his face like he’s already regretting engaging with you. “God, don’t compare me to him,” he grumbles, voice sharp but not without amusement.

“I’ve got way more personality than Bruce—and better hair.”

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

“And I don’t brood. I... strategize. With mood lighting.”

Jason’s smirk deepens, and for a second, it actually reaches his eyes. You can tell he’s trying not to laugh, but he’s already lost the battle that he’s not going to win at the beginning .

“Strategize with mood lighting, huh?” you repeat, raising an eyebrow.

“Sounds a lot like brooding with extra steps.”

He huffs again, but it’s more amused than annoyed now. He nudges your arm with his elbow.“Keep talking like that and I’m charging you for therapy.”

You roll your eyes, dramatically placing the back of your hand on forehead mimic a Victorian person who’s in absolute shocked. “Oh no, not the Red Hood hourly rate. What is that-five bullets and a sarcastic life lesson?”

Jason chuckles under his breath, shaking his head as he stands up and stretches.

“Nah. Today’s special: one grumpy vigilante and a side of existential dread.”

“Tempting,” you say with a grin. “But I think I’ll just take the grumpy vigilante to go.”

He snorts at that, glancing at you sideways.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

You bumping shoulders around as you walk side by side with him into whatever chaos the night’s about to bring-because with you and Jason, it’s never just quiet.

But at least it’s never boring.

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Author’s note: Soooo I was actually bored and decided to write…again. Hope you enjoy this because it was intended to be a small silly fic that I didn’t even serious about it but turns out even longer than last one.

Anyway-

Reader’s gender is neutral, can read as platonic or romantic but I wrote it leans slightly more to romantic. It’s still up to you how to view the fic be.

©𐙚 rikudaa—Please do not repost or copy this content to other websites.

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[erwinsvow]

Also something I’ve had on my mind for a while is the idea of Pope finding love while he’s in jail. Like maybe he gets into a fight with another inmate or guard and he’s sent to see the medic at the jail and she’s this super cute gal who’s just so nice and gentle with him and he can’t help but do something everytime he knows she’s gonna be working just so he can be taken to go see her. OMG sometimes I let my mind wander and add some more details to it and like imagine she was like his childhood neighbor that he had a crush on but moved away and now she’s like an emergency medicine PA or nurse and she only works at the jail like once a month for some extra cash while she’s trying to pay off student loans or something and he’d def make some sort of anonymous donation or something to pay off her school. Idk just a cute idea that I love for him.

this is such an incredible idea!!! childhood neighbor reader who used to patch up pope after he got roughed up by the bullies at school and then eventually tussles with his brothers and the jobs that smurf made them do. he would sneak out and meet you by your fence and maybe you had parents who did not want you talking with those cody boys and their crazy mom so you just patch him up using the light from the moon and the christmas lights your parents never took down. bring a flashlight incase it's really bad and you need to stitch him up. maybe he brings you tiny things from their jobs—a bracelet here and a pretty necklace there. and then you leave for school years later and it's like, of course, he always knew you were smart and he thinks you'll be a great nurse and maybe on your last day he comes to say goodbye at your fence and you tell him how he was your first patient and ..... sappy sad goodbye. maybe you come back for breaks but he's not there all the time and your parents downsize and move away or pass and you finish school and start working. maybe he hears from smurf about how that neighbor girl just graduated and he thinks it's a test, like if he does something and sends you flowers or goes to visit you smurf will know what he felt towards you and could use you against him and he definitely can't have that. at the very least he needs to protect you the way you helped him for so many years. so he doesn't do anything.

and you, well it's not easy making an honest living. folsom is very far from oceanside but maybe you live in between or maybe not. but there's extra money for those willing to work a weekend shift in the prison ward. it's just helping the doctor patch up and the guards never leave your sight so it's not really even that dangerous. so you do it every once in a while and maybe andrew hears whispers about the pretty nurse in the infirmary and maybe some jokes about hurting themselves to go have a look. but then he actually does get hurt, by accident, and has to go down there and it's just very. oh. it's you. it's always been you!!! still wearing the jewelry he gave you years and years ago. maybe while you're patching him you make a joke about how it's so much easier with light and how it's just like old times. and then maybe you go one step further and go visit him during your breaks like using his visitation hours. and maybe it goes on like that for a while and he tells you that you really shouldn't be doing this job because it's not safe and he doesn't want to tell you what he's heard but he really doesn't want you here. and you tell him you have a lot of loans and your parents didn't leave you much and you can't just leave but. you know what i bet he'd say he'll take care of it when he gets released if you'll just please stop working here. and maybe stupidly you listen because you've always believed and trusted him. just very. shows up on your doorstep a little bit after he's released with a letter saying your loans are paid off and asks if he can actually come inside now and just :-) im emotional

[skimmingmilk]

That scene from Lilo & Stitch (2002) where Nani sings "Aloha 'oe" to Lilo the night before she thinks social services will take her away but it's Sonic staying with Tails till he falls asleep the night before the guardianship court hearing

Oh, absolutely. That scene has been on repeat in my mind for the past several days, my friend. I totally get it. Not sure if you've read it already, but I do have this bonus scene from that night (“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”) that I wrote a little over a year ago for "Sometimes the Picket Fence isn't Perfect." But with Lilo and Stitch (2002) fresh in my mind and feeling so soft about that scene in particular, I decided to add onto that night a little bit as a writing warm-up. It's recommended to read that fic first for context if you haven't already, then come back here, but please enjoy 💙

For eleven years, Sonic didn’t have a family. 

He’d never been the right fit for anyone, never knew what it felt like to be part of something bigger than himself. His edges too uneven and colors too vibrant to simply press him into an empty space in a puzzle and watch him fade into a picture perfect family. On his own, he’d always been enough to paint the whole picture. What you see is what you get. Just Sonic the Hedgehog.

To think it took less than a year to turn his entire worldview on its head.

Despite telling Tails how important it was for them to get some sleep the night before their guardianship hearing, Sonic was still wide awake hours after the fox kit had finally drifted off. He said he’d stay until he fell asleep, but for once he couldn’t bring himself to move. By the dusty moonlight filtered through the open window, green eyes traced a path they’d long-since memorized across Tails’s shadowed face. Even in the dark, he could tell the creases of concentration and worry lines had been smoothed out by the peace of an unconscious mind, too busy recharging for the day ahead of him to be bothered with what-ifs or hypotheticals.

On normal nights, Sonic could relate.

This was anything but.

No matter what the court’s decision was in several hours, nothing would stop them from being family. He’d meant that. It hadn’t been an empty platitude to placate his best friend into going to bed; it was a fact. One he’d fight to the death to defend. 

Sonic the Hedgehog spent eleven years without his family. He wasn’t going to give it up because some stranger refused to sign a scrap of paper. Their imperfect pieces fit each other and the picture they painted together had been beyond anything Sonic ever could’ve imagined.

People always assumed Sonic saved Tails but, while that was true to some degree, it went both ways. Sure it was a lot of work having someone depend on him when he didn’t know the first thing about taking care of anybody but himself, and there’d been times where he wondered if he’d done the right thing by taking Tails with him in the first place. If it had been selfish to keep him. But when the coolest kid on the planet looked up at him and called him his big brother…

How was he supposed to say no to that?

Tails saw him from the very start. He got him on a level no one else had ever bothered to aim for. And he loved him anyway. He wanted him anyway.

Those two days where he’d disappeared, Sonic’s world had been thrown off its axis as a new doubt took root that he hadn’t let himself question since he made the decision to be Tails’s brother. Was he what Tails needed? Was he what Tails wanted? Was the picture they made together, the one Sonic thought was perfect in all their imperfections, what Tails envisioned for his life?

Or did he want something… more?

Something Sonic couldn’t give him.

A mom. A dad. A picket fence. He couldn’t imagine what else. Not when he’d give the kid anything—everything.

…Including give him up, if that was what he really wanted.

But it wasn’t. He didn’t. And Sonic should’ve known, should’ve trusted, that Tails wanted their little, funny-shaped family just as much. That he’d been just as scared of losing it all.

“Will you stay forever?”

“Sonic?” Tails’s sleepy voice slurred his name, cutting through the thoughts clouding his mind. “How come you’re still up?”

Sonic’s smile came easy in the dark. “Guess my mind decided now was as good a time as any for a race or two,” he chuckled. 

“Mm? Thinking hard ‘bout something?”

“Nah. Don’t worry about it, keed. Go back to sleep.”

Brow creasing, Tails squinted at him, trying to make out his features through a half-lidded haze. “…You stayed.”

“Said I would, didn’t I?”

Tails continued to observe him despite the urge to sleep weighing heavy in his eyes. He was searching for something in his response, something Sonic thought he’d tucked well-enough out of sight.

“M’not going anywhere either.”

“Huh?”

Tails sighed gustily and tugged on the part of his blanket still beneath Sonic until he got the picture. He’d never bothered to get under the covers, content to lay atop them while his thoughts gave his feet a run for their money, so he sat up and shifted to the edge of the mattress. He hadn’t been cold, though now that it had been brought to his attention, he could acknowledge the light sea breeze blowing in through the open window making his skin prickle beneath his quills. Tails threw the blanket back and patted the indent he’d left behind, still warm from where he’d been lying.

Sonic settled into his spot beside Tails, tucking himself under the blanket. Tails gave him a moment to get comfortable again before he squirmed over to him, a warm, soft bundle of fur that nestled against his side. It was Tails’s turn to toss an arm and a tail across Sonic, their weight a surprising comfort and not just because he was a little cold.

“Not goin’ anywhere,” Tails repeated, eyes closed as his voice faded into a mumble. “S’okay, you can sleep, too.”

A lump formed in Sonic’s throat, his eyes boring holes into the ceiling as he stared up at it. He could fully understand Tails’s desire to flee to the wilderness to sleep beneath the stars again. To see the sky and the moon and the shadowy tops of trees instead of solid walls closing in on him on all sides.

Tails’s paw gently kneaded against his chest.

“If this doesn’t work,” Sonic croaked, his voice barely a whisper, “I’m sorry.”

They wouldn’t let themselves be separated, they wouldn’t allow it, but the life they’d have to lead… a life on the run, hidden away from society where they could never be found, and cut off from the friendships and supports they were just starting to build here… Tails didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t what was best for him.

Tails deserved a life that was full and bright. A life where he could shine to his fullest potential. A life that wasn’t built on fear and mistrust of everyone around them.

That was why he started all this in the first place. So Tails wouldn’t have to worry or wonder or want things that he couldn’t have. What he thought he didn’t deserve to have.

“M’not,” Tails murmured. “You tried. That’s what matters.”

“I could’ve done it different,” Sonic argued. “I could’ve done better. More. I should’ve told you—”

“You did it your way.” His voice cracked on a yawn before he nuzzled his cheek against Sonic’s shoulder. “Might not’ve been perfect, but that’s okay. S’what you always tell me, right?”

Sonic released a shaky exhale and some of the pressure in his chest eased up, even with the weight of Tails’s arm still holding onto him. “Think the stakes are a bit higher here than usual, keed.”

“Higher than beating ‘Buttnik and saving the world?”

“A bajillion times higher. I can beat ‘Buttnik with my eyes closed,” Sonic huffed. “But dealing with people who decide things like who gets to have a family and who doesn’t… never been too good at that. Never been too good at listening or following instructions or doing what I’m told…”

“No one tells Sonic the Hedgehog what to do,” Tails parroted, too tired to give it the “oomph” it usually carried, but the conviction was still there. “But you still do your best when it matters.”

“What if that’s not good enough this time?” Sonic whispered.

“Mm-mm-mm,” Tails hummed with a sleepy shrug. “But I’ll love you anyway.”

Sonic dragged his stare from the ceiling to look down at the mop of orange fluff snuggled against him. It wasn’t a shock, not when it was something they knew even if the words mostly went unspoken, but hearing it was still something else entirely. A bright splotch of color in the picture of their family. 

Sonic looped his arm around Tails, keeping him where he was, where he belonged. Right by his side. “I love you, too. No matter what. You know that, right?”

“Mm…”

“Tails?”

“Mmhm…”

An airy chuckle escaped him, gently jostling the two of them as Sonic’s smile returned, hopelessly fond. “Thanks for the pep talk, little bro. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

And he never wanted to find out. Now that he knew what it was like to belong to a family, to matter so much to someone, and to realize they mattered, too, Sonic couldn’t see life without it. He didn’t want to.

Maybe it was selfish to take Tails away if the verdict wasn’t in their favor. Maybe it had been selfish to take him from the start. But if being selfish meant Tails knew he was wanted and loved and important to someone… then it would be worth it. If they had to run away, Sonic would find other ways to give Tails the life he deserved. Together, they could do anything. They were a team. A family.

And nothing would ever break them apart.

[gracieheartspedro]

Lotus Eater | chapter 2- 3.2k words

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summary: eddie's your ride to school. life can't get any worse.... can it?

warnings: slow burn, 18+ mdni, mentions of bullying, abusive parents, food aversion, eating food in general, playing the lottery, reader has hair but not specified style, eddie drives fast, reader is constantly annoyed by him, nicknames (sunshine, he loves sunshine, sweetheart, etc).

a/n: hiii friends. chapter 2 is here. i'm working through this fic pretty steadily. let me know your thoughts! if you want to be added to the tag list, just let me know! <3

A routine settles in rather quickly. 

After you and Eddie realize that the battery needs to be replaced in your piece of shit car, you call your mom at the diner and had her add you on for some evening shifts. You would be helping with dinner rushes on Fridays and working doubles on the weekends, if the hours allowed it. 

This meant that without a car, you were now relying on Eddie to take you to and from school. And you disliked almost every second spent with him. Every morning it was the same conversation. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” He would say. 

“Don’t call me that,” you would respond. 

“Why?” He would ask. 

“Because I’m not… that,” you would retort.

“Right… okay. Remind me not to speak to Miss Cranky-Pants in the mornings.”

And then the morning would be tuned out to some metal tape he had inserted into his radio. 

After a week, he started stopping by the mini-mart right down the street from school and would pick himself up some mini chocolate donuts. And for some reason, he was adamant about buying you something to eat. The first time he tried, you told him you already ate, which was a bald-faced lie. He saw straight through you and brought you a pack of the same donuts he liked. You confessed you were not into chocolate donuts, you much preferred the powdered ones. 

So every morning now, he would come out with a plastic bag with a new pack of cigarettes, two sleeves of mini donuts, and a Yoohoo. You absolutely refused to drink one of those things, much to Eddie’s dismay.

You would accept the donuts, never opening them. You just threw them into your backpack, letting them pile up in the front pocket.

During school hours, you began your journey as being completely friendless. Kacey has completely iced you out, even making jokes about you as you pass her locker. Gabe has her wrapped around his finger and all of his stupid jock friends used you as their newest target. You had paper thrown at you in math, people asking you jokingly where you bought your stained jeans from, and one guy even tripped you when trying to leave for the parking lot after school. 

You do not understand where you went wrong. The only thing that could have triggered all of this is you asking Kacey what drugs she was taking during class. But now you are the butt of everyone’s joke. 

You started to just keep your head down, avoiding the cafeteria, and biting your tongue when you heard snarky remarks about you in hushed tones. 

Eddie noticed something was awry after a couple of weeks. 

You do not know how, but one ride home in the afternoon he breaks the silence by pestering you about where you sat at lunch. 

“I don’t see you hanging out with that girl you usually hang out with.”

You swallow your pride. 

Only because you honestly wanted to talk about it with someone. Your pent-up anger was silently bridled deep within the pits of your stomach, waiting to explode. You could not talk to your parents and having no siblings gave you no outlet to just vent about it all. While you did not consider Eddie much of anything, besides maybe an acquaintance, he was now a listening ear for 20 minutes of the day when he took you to and from school. 

“She’s not really my friend anymore.”

You can taste the bile in the back of your throat. It still tears you up inside that you did not have the Kacey you once knew and adored. She was lost, straying too far from where she once was.

His eyes glance over at you and then back at the back road that leads directly to your shared neighborhood. “Do you… want to talk about it?”

Hearing him pose the question causes you to retract back into yourself. You were not sure you were able to formulate the emotions into words quite yet. You thought the feelings all the time, but you were never good at putting them into a cohesive string of words. 

You study Eddie’s side profile for a moment, trying to muster up enough confidence to express yourself genuinely. 

The courage falters as soon as his brown eyes meet yours. 

“I don’t think so.”

And the conversation ends there.

-

When Friday evening rolled around, you got dressed for work and piled into your Mom’s old Chevy to head for a night shift at the diner.

Arriving there felt like a judge reading you your death sentence. The place was packed already at 4:30. You wrap a partially stained apron around your waist and get to taking tables. Most of the older folks were kind, tipping you extra when you told them you were just getting back into the swing of working again. 

But once 8:00 hit, the kids spilling out from the Hawkins High football game started piling into your booths. You were very overwhelmed when you got the 10 top and everyone wanted something different to drink. You stood at the soda fountain for 5 minutes, trying to not give yourself a headache remembering what every kid wanted. 

When you deliver everyone their drinks, you jot down their food orders. Luckily everyone pretty much wanted burgers and chicken tenders, which would save you and the cooks more stress. When you ring in everyone’s desired meals, you go to the back door and stand outside for a moment, trying to rake in the fresh air. 

You were drowning. 

Everything literally went wrong in less than a week. You had no car, no friends, had to return to the job you despised, and there was no end in sight. 

You try to take some deep breaths, closing your eyes to recenter yourself. You needed to get a grip. You did not have time to mope and freak out. You had to deal with it.

You walk back inside, your jaw tightened with tension. When the bell dings that your food is ready to be run, you do just that. 

-

You worked a double on Saturday and Sunday, occupying your entire weekend with annoying customers and your nagging mother. 

She was now requiring you to pay her $10 every time she drove you somewhere, including the diner. It was just another way for her to manipulate and take advantage of your hard work which is something she’s always done. You had no choice, forking out $40 by the end of the two days. 

You knew that this was the way things would always be with your parents. No give, all take. You had spent most of your life being the person they needed you to be. They did not care about your grades, no, they cared if you cleaned the house. Did their laundry. Made sure the lawn was mowed. You could swear to whatever God that they only had you to have their own personal housekeeper. 

Your mom was particularly vicious. She has never said one nice thing to you, always reminding you that you would just be stuck in the same awful cycle she was in. Poverty. Having kids young. Dead-end jobs. 

You were set up to fail by your parents, and that’s why you wanted to get out so badly. 

Your college applications will be hand-delivered to the post office the moment you finish them. You needed out. You would get out. 

On Monday morning, you wake up early to take a long shower in the morning. You could still smell the fryer’s grease on your body and it made you feel disgusting. You practically scrub your skin raw trying to rid the fried scent for a vanilla lavender smell. 

You get dressed, not even bothering to dry your hair. Your hair dryer was partially broken anyway. You needed to get outside before Eddie, wanting to give your hair some time to dry in the chilly morning breeze. You step out the door, you instantly curl your arms around yourself. The wind was sharper, more crisp than the morning before. Dead winter would be here in no time.

You shoot a glance over to Eddie’s trailer, seeing his uncle occupying the front porch. 

Wayne was a nice guy. Kind of standoffish, but every conversation you have ever had with the man was always pleasant. 

You do not know why, but you start walking across the street, gravel crunching under your sneakers.

“Mornin’, Mr. Munson,” You croak, clearing your throat as he puffs his cigarette.

“Hey there,” He blows some smoke out of the side of his lip, “Heard Eddie’s been takin’ you to school.”

You nod, eyes flickering between him and the makeshift ashtray on a cardboard box to his left, “Yeah, he’s been kind enough to take me since my car’s not running.”

He furrows his graying eyebrows, “Battery bad?”

“Yeah, and I think something with the alternator. Or somethin’. I’m not 100% sure.”

His face relaxes a bit as he leans back in the plastic chair. He takes a breath, about to say something, but the front door opens and Eddie walks out. His eyes lock onto yours in an instant, smirking a bit at your appearance.

“No time to dry your hair, sunshine?” He taunts, tossing his backpack over his shoulder. You want to laugh at his bold assumption, but instead, you just roll your eyes, looking at Wayne. 

“Good mornin’ to you, too, Eddie.”

Wayne chuckles a bit at your response, ashing out his cigarette. “You always have a way with words, son.”

Eddie pats his shoulder, a shit-eating grin taking up most of his face. 

“Thanks, man. I learned from the best.”

“Wasn’t me,” He grumbles, standing up with a grunt, “Don’t let him make you believe that, girl.”

Your face twists into a sly smirk, “No need to worry, Mr. Munson.”

Wayne wishes you two a good day and heads back into the confines of his trailer. You look at Eddie as he leans against the banister of the small front porch. He drops down a step, giggling like a little kid. You get a whiff of his cologne as soon as the wind picks up. It’s strong but the masculine scent is unobjectionable. Eddie never particularly smelled bad, just sometimes the cologne mixed with the smell of marijuana and made his jean jacket smell stale. 

Why were you analyzing his fragrance anyway?

“I didn’t mean to take a jab at you, by the way. Your hair looks good,” He swallows his Adam’s apple bobbing. He brings you out of your own thoughts as his brows drop, his expressive face now stern, “I mean y-you look good-”

“Save it. It’s fine, Eddie.”

But his compliment makes goosebumps crawl across your skin. The way he’s looking at you, almost admiringly, is disabling your ability to swallow. You have never felt your face flush before, but the burning of your cheeks gives you away rather quickly. You turn away from him, your feet crushing the broken concrete under your shoes. 

“We can’t be late, let’s get a move on.”

-

Eddie stops for his YooHoo and donuts, but this time he does not bring you powder donuts. He hands you a lotto scratcher and some fruit snacks. When he drops it in your lap, your first instinct is to gasp. 

“Saw you eating those suckers in the hall last week,” He mumbles, shoving his glass bottle of chocolate ‘drink’ in his cup holder. He slams his door before he starts up the engine again. 

It makes you smile to think that he watched you munching on your favorite snack in between classes. It is weirdly thoughtful, something you do not really expect from him. You grab the lotto ticket, holding it up. 

“And this?”

He chuckles, ripping open his pack of donuts with his teeth, animalistically. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and not have to work at the diner.”

Another randomly thoughtful thing. 

Instead of reading into the intentions of the gesture, you grab a penny from his tray of change and start to follow the instructions on the scratcher. 5 even numbers in a row and you win $500. You start randomly scratching the rows of numbers, knowing that you will not win much if anything. These things were one in a million chances. 

You start to get hope when you get 22, 34, 12, and 6. One more even number and you would not have to work at the diner anymore. To think that Eddie would have solved all your issues with a $2 lottery ticket. 

7. 

“Fuck!” You groan, slamming the penny back into the pile of miscellaneous change. 

“Not a winner?” He giggles, pushing his second donut in 5 seconds into his mouth. Some crumbles of chocolate fall from his lips, which makes you cringe. 

“First, chew with your mouth closed,” You wave at him with your pointer finger, “And second, yeah. Only four even numbers and not five like it wants.”

He covers his mouth with his ring-clad hand, chewing obnoxiously loudly. He swallows his sweet breakfast before he speaks, “I’m sorry, sunshine. There’s always next time!”

“I am not playing ‘til I win.”

He licks the tips of his fingers, ridding them of the chocolate layer. You don’t know why, but the way his rings catch the light, you find yourself almost hypnotized by the way his fingers move toward his lips. 

He snatches the ticket from you, looking at the bold font and scrunching his nose. “Well, I am.”

-

You kept your head down all day. You skipped lunch and decided that time at the library would be a better option. When you sit down at a table, you notice the crew of kids beside you get up and snicker something about you. You eye them carefully and realize one of the girls is friends with Gabe. He really had everyone believing you were the worst person to ever exist. At this rate, you were going to beat out Eddie on being the biggest loser in school. 

You get to his van later than usual, getting caught up in last period and ensuring your microscope was put away correctly. You are practically sprinting across the parking lot, nervous that he may just leave without you. 

He’s chainsmoking a cigarette, leaning up against his hunk of metal. He does not catch your eye immediately, as he’s chatting to Gareth and waving his arms around like a madman. Eddie’s very animated, especially when he has the space to flail his arms around. He’s pretty good about keeping his hands near himself when you are in the car with him. 

You exhale a loud sigh as you arrive at his side, your hands pressing into your hips. 

“Did you run here?” Eddie asks as he lets smoke twirl out of his mouth. Gareth must have seen you running and just nods for you. You nod along with him, inhaling a big breath and then releasing it when your lungs stop burning. 

“I didn’t want you to leave without me,” You pant, shifting your gaze away from the two boys. The idea that you relied so heavily on Eddie was making you nervous. If you got stuck here, half the school would refuse to give you a ride and you would have to walk home 5 miles. It would be as equally annoying as it was unsafe. 

Eddie smirks, taking another drag of his cigarette. Gareth grins knowingly, tucking his hands in his dark denim. 

“I ain’t ever gonna leave without you, princess. I can guarantee that.” 

-

“You need to slow down!”

It was the one-millionth time you were yelling at Eddie to manage his speed. He was always flying down the back roads even though he had no reason to be in a rush. He just liked going fast.

His twisted expression throws you off this time. He reaches out, slapping your thigh playfully, “Aw, passenger princess getting nervous going 45 in a 25?”

You instantaneously smack his hand away, much harder than he patted you. You were not getting nervous, you just did not want to run the risk of Eddie getting pulled over and your mom not waiting around for you to arrive home to go to work. You needed the money and the anxiety of missing out because Eddie gets a ticket is stressing you out. 

You tighten your jaw, “Yes! You’re gonna get pulled over!”

Your raised voice makes his face droop a bit in regret. Eddie was pretty good at reading when you were over the teasing. On rare days, he would continue on and mock your projected voice, which would lead to you completely icing him out. And if there’s one thing Eddie hated, it was you completely ignoring him. He thrived on getting a reaction, sure, but he enjoyed casual conversation with you even more than that. 

“Fine,” He raises his foot off the gas, slowing down to a cool 30 miles per hour, “Only because I have sunshine in the car. Don’t want you to get your panties in a twist.”

You huff, trying to not get annoyed by his jab, but it starts to eat at you immediately. His words are like a soundboard of your Dad. Always making you sound more dramatic and obnoxious than what you really were. 

“Stop calling me that. No sweetheart. No sunshine.”

As if to twist the knife, Eddie whispers under his breath, “You need to smoke a joint or something, you’re so tense all the time, sunshine.”

You grit your teeth, eyes darting over to him, “Weed fries your brain.”

He scoffs, smacking his steering wheel as if to take his annoyance out on it. “It does not!”

“You are a classic example. My Dad is an even better example,” You explain, crossing your arms over your stomach. You cock your brow, which Eddie catches the moment he finally looks at you.

He smiles and it makes your skin crawl. It was virtually impossible to get under this man’s skin fully and it bothered you. “You are not giving me any credit, sweets.”

“Do I suddenly need to? All you do is smoke and sit around. A lot like my Dad, except he has a real job.”

That gets him. You watch as he flicks on his turning signal and clears his throat. You render him speechless for a moment as he pulls down the gravel pathway. His eyes slowly blink as he pulls into his driveway and throws the van in park. He huffs, dramatically and pointedly. 

“Jesus, you really know how to knock a guy down a peg.”

You had enough of him at that point. “Just stating the obvious.”

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[gladsforthelads]

I already had 3/6 of the 6 dresses we got this year for the springtime event soooo I might have splurged a little today to make sure each mc got their own dress~

As we know we're not supposed to have favorites, butttttt I do have some thoughts on the dresses.

XAVIER'S DRESS 6/10

Accessories: I'm not entirely a fan of the hair piece, any one on tiktok knows what it looks like. I know they were going for a lace look, but they missed the mark a little with the shape. The jewelry, however is very nice.

Shoes: practical but cute blocky heels, perfect for a walk in the garden~

Dress: is very cute, very princess (on theme for the starry prince), very delicate, conservative, and feminine, but I think my only gripe with it is that it's white. It's more of an off-white, but still white. I know that's Xavier's whole shtick, but as someone who's prone to unintentionally ruining white, I avoid it like the plague!

(I wasn't even safe on my wedding day, mother nature decided to come on my special day🙃)

ZAYNE'S DRESS: 7/10

Accessories: simple, a little understated, but still works into it without taking away from the dress.

Shoes: arguably my favorite because of the little peep toe moment~

Dress: I love the whole concept of spring melting away winter that's going on with this dress. The boning on the bodice, the soft sleeves, and the color of this dress are just so nice and makes my brain happy.

RAFAYEL'S DRESS: 7.5/10

Accessories: they're okay. 😅 personally, I'm not a massive fan of pearls (which is part of Rafayels thing, I know), and i think it was overall done well for this dress, but it's a little lackluster. I think it's the pink choker that's throwing me off.

Shoes: The perfect amount of drama to go with the dress, however (and I know this is a hot take), I'm not a fan of the tulle leg warmers. . . . They're pretty, but i feel like they would get annoying if they slip down all the time

Dress: It's a moment, I love the high low, the gentle off the shoulder, and the sparkly details. I'm even a fan of the waist and roushing. However, i think I would've changed the neckline.

SYLUS'S DRESS: 9/10

Accessories: i like the asymmetrical jewelry, the choker is a nice touch, I'm just not a fan of the headband. It's me and my dislike of pearls, but I think a sparkly one or a simpler one would've matched better.

Shoes: OGGGHHHHH, I WANT these so bad! I love the little T stripe down the front. Very refined & elegant.

Dress: This dress is my favorite of the bunch, and I WOULD wear this one. Everything from the sleeves, the length of the skirt, the cut - everything about this dress makes me want it.

CALEB'S DRESS: 5.5/10

Accessories: a little too simple & and boring, and one i would argue needs pearls or just something a little more eye-catching. It's almost too plain

Shoes: I have a love hate relationship. They're giving 2 vibes:

- Little girl's Sunday school vibes (if you know you KNOW what I'm talking about)

- Square queen. I'm not a fan of square toe shoes, you RRALLY have to have the right shaped foot for it, so its okay. . . But so not my favorite.

Dress: i KNOW this dress has gotten a lot of hate, and I knows its the way I designed my mc for Caleb, but I don't think its that bad. Yellow for youthfulness, the empire waistline is fine, the push-up is amusing (especially since its canon) and I kinda like the strappy sleeve moment.

Hot take i think if they would have done peachy tones instead with yellow flowers this dress would've gotten more love.

The dresses are beautiful regardless, all perfect for spring/summer time and I'm so glad my MCs all get their own dresses to wear. I'm lowkey grinding to save up so they all have at least 5 individual outfits.....

I'm crazy I know. Don't judge, lol. Infold has put a lot of love & care into this, and I appreciate every aspect of it while I can.

GENERAL DRESS: 9.5/10.

Accessories: cute & chic & adds just the right amount of sparkle.

Shoes: not my favorite, tbh. I like mary Jane's, but I have mixed feelings on these. It's also just not my style of shoe and for me the only thing preventing it from being 10/10.

Dress: to die for! It's so sweet but romantic, and if we had the sixth love interest, it would make a perfect for!

Can't wait to see number 6 and make a new mc!!

[risingchaos]

I’m gonna respond to this just to add some stuff and if you know this please ignore me, I might’ve misread your thing.

POTS is not a heart condition.

As far as we can tell, it’s a dysfunction of the autonomic nervous system and causes an overactive sympathetic nervous system that keeps the body in a consistent state of fight or flight, preventing the parasympathetic nervous system from doing its thing and helping us calm down. I have nothing wrong with my heart. When I got all my testing done, they did an EEG, I wore a monitor for a day, I did a stress test. Nothing is wrong with my heart, but it reacts extreme to exertion. If I go up a flight of stairs my heart rate is easily in the 180s and I have to wait for a while for it to calm down.

It being a nervous system issue means that it affects everything within the body. All major systems. Digestion, respiration, blood pressure (hypertension is common), it affects your eyes, your heart rate, your cognitive functioning, all of it. This is also why it’s not something you can overcome with exercise, as it’s not a muscular issue, it’s a nervous issue. Actually in a lot of POTS patients, because exercise requires stressing the body, they can severely harm themselves by working out.

At the moment, POTS has no cure. There isn’t enough research, to be quite frank. It can go into remission, but it can always resurface. It can be caused by a major trauma or stressor, an illness (we’re seeing a lot of it in COVID patients), a whole bunch of stuff, but at the end of the day, POTS is an incredibly frustrating thing to deal with.

I just think that him being disabled and magically all cured after the serum is, to be honest, gross. He was colorblind, he had poor eyesight, poor hearing, bone deformities. Realistically, something that made you the pinnacle version of yourself wouldn’t make your eyes grow another cone.

Steve still dealing with his disabilities after the serum would be a really good thing to explore. Not only would he be nor respected now, so he could have better access to accommodations, but especially when he gets to the modern era, he’d be able to openly compare old medical techniques to the top of the line, state of the art medicine he has now. He’d live in a new era where he’d be able to get even more accommodations, respect, allowances. He could help fight for disabled folk less fortunate, like he used to be.

I don’t like the perfect cure-all. If you do, that’s fine! You’re totally allowed to. I just don’t. It makes me uncomfortable, and makes me feel like as a disabled person, normalcy is something I need to strive for and get to, that I’m wrong for being disabled, and I need to be right. In Marvel alone, Steve’s disabilities are mitigated by the serum, Bucky’s arm works perfectly like a flesh arm would, Matt’s blindness is nulled by his senses (more so in the comics). I want them to still have their issues and work with their powers, not have it fixed by them.

Anyways, this got a little off the rails and I’m sorry for using your reblog as a soap box, this is just a whole thing. Hope you’re well. :)

Me when all my bones hurt and I’ve been dizzy all evening so I project and make silly headcanons.

Steve Rogers with POTS, both pre and post serum because you can pry disabled Steve from my cold dead hands.

Pre-Serum

- Steve was a fainter and Bucky doesn’t even react to it anymore other than a “you good?”

- He developed it after his bout with scarlet and rheumatic fever, though he didn’t notice it much in his youth because of his already existing heart issues and chalked it up to just his general feeling bad

- Near constant headaches and coat hanger pain

- His HR would increase 50-60 almost every time he stood and it was a pain in the ass when he worked

- Used a cane for stability (and pain relief) because a bitch was dizzy, and it helped keep his HR down some

- Cannot regulate temperature for his life

- Has definitely had such bad blood pooling that he pulls Bucky over and draws a heart into his palm that stays there for a hot second and Bucky gives him the most “what the fuck” look he possibly can

- Having such poor nutrition and living in such a stressful time has not helped any of this

After the serum, Steve’s POTS went into remission. However, the severe stress of coming out of the ice and everything brought him out of it. Here’s how it presents now.

- Doesn’t faint anymore but he hates pre-syncope more

- Has a whole compression suit he basically wears under his Captain America uniform, it’s awesome

- Didn’t even realize his heartrate still goes up so much (generally around 30-35 now) because it used to go so high

- Was diagnosed because a doctor did a full work up and asked him a bunch of questions about how he used to be compared to now and ended up having a bunch of testing including wearing a monitor, then subjected him to a tilt table test

- Still deals with a lot of headaches and coat hanger pain

- Our boy gets medication now! And proper nutrition! And he can work out and help his heart be strong and regulate his nervous system so he’s in much better health

- Should definitely still use a mobility aid at least on the bad days because he wall walks a lot but doesn’t even notice it

- Gets really crippling vertigo where he’s bed bound for a day or two

There’s more that I think about and a bunch of comorbidities I want to talk about but my eyes feel like they’re being stabbed so that’s all for now, folks.

(Also I have POTS so this isn’t all out of my ass)

[xo-myloves]

Hey friend! So I was thinking since you like all the danger in your fics...

A fic with Duff (preferably vampire Duff) chasing you through the forest in Washington after grabbing you from backstage at a GnR concert.

He tells you to run and if he catches you he not only gets to fuck you but he gets to turn you as well. And you can add in chains and whips and all the other danger you want.

𝙰/𝚗: honestly love this, I just watched the new salems lot and ugh I love vampires even if it’s folktale

predator/prey kink | turning kink | rough sex | blood play | chains, biting, fear-laced lust

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

The stage lights had barely gone dark when it happened.

A flash of blonde. A grip like steel on your arm. Then darkness — a blur of trees, moss, and moonlight as the Washington forest swallowed you whole.

Now, your boots slip on wet roots as you sprint through the underbrush, breath sharp in your lungs. You can still smell him on you — blood and leather, cigarette smoke, and something colder. Older.

You hear his voice behind you, too calm for how fast your heart is pounding.

“Run, sweetheart.”

“If I catch you…”

“I fuck you.”

“And I turn you.”

The words had dripped like honey and venom against your ear just before he let go.

And now you’re running like your life — or maybe your soul — depends on it.

Branches claw at your arms. Your chest burns. You know he’s faster. Stronger. Hungrier. But it’s the thrill that keeps you going. The heat between your thighs as much as the fear in your gut.

Suddenly — silence.

Too quiet.

You slow for just a second—

And that’s all it takes.

He’s on you.

A blur of motion, a slam of bodies — you hit the ground hard, face-down in the moss, pinned under him with his breath hot on your neck.

“You thought you could outrun me?” he growls, voice thick with lust and triumph.

You don’t answer — you just whimper, soaked between your legs, body arching back against him.

He yanks your arms behind you, cold metal snapping around your wrists. Chains. Thick. Heavy. Fuck.

“Mine now,” he hisses, grinding his hips against your ass. You feel the bulge through his tight jeans, hard and pulsing with need.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathes, lips at your throat. “Or you take it all.”

You don’t speak.

You tilt your head.

You bare your neck.

That’s all he needs.

His fangs sink in with a sharp, glorious sting, and you cry out — pain and euphoria tangled like vines. His tongue laps at your blood, and it’s almost orgasmic. Your thighs twitch, your breath shatters.

Then he flips you over, chains rattling.

Your shirt is ripped open. His mouth is all over your chest, hands squeezing your tits, licking up the blood smeared down your collarbone.

“You’re fucking perfect like this,” he snarls. “Tied up. Bleeding. About to be mine forever.”

He yanks your pants down. No more teasing. He thrusts in hard — no warning, just claiming.

You scream, back arching, wrists straining against the chains. He’s huge, rough, relentless — hips snapping, hair falling into his face, eyes glowing with hunger and heat.

“Say you want it,” he growls, hand around your throat now. “Say you want to be mine.”

“I want it,” you gasp. “Fuck, Duff, I want all of it—”

“You got it, baby.”

He bites again — this time lower. Inside your thigh. You come hard, shaking, crying out his name into the cold forest air. He follows seconds later, pulsing deep inside you, groaning like an animal unleashed.

The night stills again. Just the sound of chains… and your wrecked breath.

He leans in, tongue licking a drop of blood from your lip.

“Welcome to forever.”

[psychopomp-namine]

yingdu episode 5 spoilers

ohhh my god this is everything I want from cheng xiaoshi. yes. perfect. sorry, but I'm a cheng xiaoshi whump liker and link click always brings out the best of them in episode 5 of each season.

there's just something cathartic about how when cheng xiaoshi becomes an emotional mess, it's also when he's most disconnected with the people he knows (physically, as he's diving in a photo and his only link to his home timeframe is a disembodied lu guang in his head) but it's also when he's most connected with strangers (when their own personal trauma lines up with his). to me, it's a showcase of empathy and a strange manifestation of his own agency. something about how the disconnect gives him the space to blow up, and the connection heightens it and grants him permission, almost, to express his anger more freely for his own sake and for another person's behalf.

like. listen, okay, I'm gonna ramble now because cheng xiaoshi is my favorite character in this entire show, but listen. sometimes some fans will conflate adjectives to his character that are usually associated with his character archetype, but they aren't necessarily true about him as a character. and I don't mean it in a, "he's not like that because he grows out of those traits" kind of way. I mean it in a, "he was never like that" kind of way.

one of those adjectives, for me, is when people call him immature. he isn't! to me! imo! he's got big emotions, yes, but I personally don't think the presence of big emotions indicates anything about maturity. because you know what? as long as his primary trauma (feelings of abandonment) isn't touched, he is very good at handling interpersonal conflicts, and that's what's interesting to me.

qiao ling hides relevant information from him? he removes himself from the situation to give himself space and sort out his feelings. he tells her he's fine and that he'll be back.

post-earthquake arc? I'll just copy paste what I already said in a previous ask:

what initially got me was when I was first watching S1, I thought the earthquake arc would have devastating effects on [shiguang's] relationship. listen, I didn’t know what I was getting into with link click, but I thought that was expected. it’s ripe for drama! but how do they handle the fight? they put their side business on hold but they still keep being roommates. they still do their day job. they still talk. they’re still upset but they give each other space but not to the point where they can’t stand existing in each other’s spaces. that’s when I realized that oh, they really trust each other. they have a very solid foundation for their relationship that not even the earthquake arc can break. they’re pretty level-headed about this, actually, all things considered? all the doomed yaoi stuff came later, but that’s just the cherry on top. it’s the way they handled conflict and disappointment in S1 that got me.

okay, protect-namine, why go through that whole tangent? BECAUSE! circling back to yingdu episode 5, we finally, finally get to see cheng xiaoshi let out some of his anger. and it's precisely because his primary trauma point was on the table. he can forgive a friend lying, and he can forgive being told not to change the past. because at the end of the day, qiao ling and lu guang stayed. they never left him.

but he cannot handle abandonment. he cannot understand why people leave. he cannot understand why he's been clinging on to false hope this entire time. and more importantly, he cannot understand how someone can be such a hypocrite about it. "a man who'd rather be kind to strangers than face his own son" like fuck man. cheng weimin you fucked up so bad.

it's the disconnect/connect thing again too. thematically, it makes sense. when does cheng xiaoshi blow up? when he's alone, far away from the people that ground him. alone, the feeling he hates the most. he's not even in his own body. he blows up when he's inhabiting a stranger's. he doesn't even get to be angry as cheng xiaoshi.

how fucked up is that. man. I love him so much.

also I'm going crazyyyy over the family themes going on in link click. much to say about the show itself across all seasons (the twins, qiao ling and cheng xiaoshi, even the liu siblings), but for this episode... god. okay this is slight speculation territory now and I'll try to keep this very short, because this is only tangential to the post. but. imagine xia fei getting the good parent figure in cheng weimin that cheng xiaoshi never had. and he doesn't know!! he's bitter inside about his dad and he's having hotpot with xia fei and he doesn't know he was in that school!! fuck that's so good. that's so juicy.

okay, sorry, I have a lot of feelings about cheng xiaoshi. he's my link click blorbo of all time, and I love when he experiences The Horrors™ because it's also when other sides of him gets to shine.

on a brighter note:

VEIN AND CHENG XIAOSHI MEETING AGAIN!!! their greeting was so cute. also omg does xia fei know? that his boss is maybe possibly a cannibal? actually, wait, I don't think I'd be surprised if he does know.

ah and finally. finally:

I've been having many thoughts on how yingdu approaches "friendships" and their transactional nature (mostly with regards to liu xiao) but I mostly thought they're headcanon stuff. but now. I'm so so happy that episode 5 is bringing out more of the quid pro quo theme. liu xiao with the gift giving. wang qing's "friends" (bullies) demanding her to cheat on the exam for them. and now, vein and cheng xiaoshi having a friendly greeting but also exchanging favors. so good. so good. it goes along with how there's so much handshakes and handholding this season (not just with lu guang and cheng xiaoshi, but with cheng xiaoshi and the the antagonist trio too, who have all met him by "helping" him in some way). something something trust and favors. probably something that deserves its own post though, but I wanted to point this out because I am soooo here for that. it's goes hand in hand (ha!) with the whole fraud/lies vs innocence/honesty theme this season, and deals/contracts being an equalizer to the two. very good. very tasty.

edit: ooh they also point to this in the YE6 trailer too. nice, nice. if you knew someone's true colors, would you still be their friend?

man, I love episode 5. it just hits all the stuff I personally wanted to see. the only flaw is that we still haven't seen the older version of wang qing, but yeah I kinda expected that they'll hide her until episode 6. they're giving her the liu xiao treatment from season 2. sigh. really wish she'd keep showing up in S3, we need more female characters in this show 🙏

[silusvesuius]

n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Clicking on a M.oshi Monsters iceberg video that I didn't care much for but decided to click on the person's channel to see if they uploaded a video afterwards cause at the end of the video they jokingly said "100 likes and I'll buy my weight in merch" and haha that's funny, just to see five days ago they posted a teaser about whether M.oshi Monsters was up to something or not because apperently they released Moshi Play on the app store(which as far as I'm aware is just the same minigames in Moshi Sleep) and got a Tiktok account that they started putting videos on and rereleased the music Rox album on their socials and are making a bunch of teasing comment replies about being up to making something wasnt. I wasnt ready for that. Where did that come from. Hm. They. They even commented on said video taht i just watched. Which was released like five days ago and only has like 500 views.

[sepiasys]

I

Feel like I'm going to die

I'm sorry I'm just really hungry and anxious and freezing to death (metaphorically speaking)(I literally cannot stop shaking/shivering)

[anonyanonymouse]

I'm so disappointed I won't be able to immediately tune in on the twst update like usual 😭 I'm pretty sure this is the first time I won't be watching it right after it's up, and not only that, but my early morning obligation preventing me from enjoying the update is going to last FIVE hours 😭😭😭

[cowboygreeting]

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task 001. 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛.

last updated 02/20/2024

BASICS.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 seth hiroshi masters — seth hiroshi from birth, masters 1996-onwards, following his legal adoption.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 cowboy greeting professionally, apparently; gnomerodeo if you know him from online. believe it or not, it is a coincidence.

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 will sharpe

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 thin scar cutting through his eyebrow, healed-broken nose, occasional facial twitch/spasm

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

japanese maple (right shoulder); canada goose in flight (right bicep); soot sprites (left forearm); kermode bear [spirit bear] (crook of left elbow); pistols pointing down (matching, both hips); portuguese water dog [his childhood dog sam] in play (left calf)

pierced right ear, small gold hoop

𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐃.𝐎.𝐁. 38 years old / 2.2.1986

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 aquarius sun: unconventional, abstract, boundary-pushing, roots for the underdog; scorpio moon: intense, passionate, dramatic, struggles to let others in; sagittarius rising: independent, optimistic, confident, charismatic yet blunt and critical

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 powell river, b.c. / brampton, ontario

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

ellen and rod masters (parents); mackenzie irish (sister); brandon irish (brother-in-law); june irish (niece)

kaiko mcintyre-masters (daughter, lives with her mother) — his favourite person on planet earth, hands down, would do anything for her, keeps several pictures of her in his wallet, will not be letting anyone here who doesn't already know she exists know about her.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 cis man, he/him

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 gay

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 single, never married.

enjoys hookups and casual relationships; has dated on-and-off; last serious relationship ended several years ago; says he's prioritizing work and his daughter, truly has no interest in committing to the people he meets.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 thoughtful, considerate, loyal, obedient

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 timid, disconnected, tendency towards disinvestment, capacity for fixation/malicious compliance

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 vaping, compulsive gaming, more-than-occasional drug and alcohol use, late night wandering, not texting back

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 gaming (particularly world of warcraft and rust, social games); bass guitar; powerlifting; cooking; rec-league rugby

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 (𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄) tobiko — tiny crusty white mutt. sometimes known as tobi or toebeans. currently being cared for by his parents.

THE FOUNDATION.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 jr. researcher

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(𝐒) jr. researcher for the reintegration department; field analyst doing site evaluations on a number of mtfs — some might call this "glorified operative hall monitor", which he would resent

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 last worked for the anomalous entities engagement division (aeed), researching the efficacy of humane containment procedures and enrichment programs against more traditional methods of containment — some might describe this as "glorified scp babysitter", which he wouldn't necessarily object to

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

formal credentials include: a b.a. in psychology, with a focus in cognitive and behavioural psych; a masters of social work, with a focus in public policy and family systems; several years of experience writing policy in the non-profit sector, several years of experience working with vulnerable clients in the field

informal credentials include: an impossibly high tolerance for bureaucratic bullshit, an iron stomach, thicker skin than you'd imagine, genuinely sense of care for those around him, not caring whether or not he personally gets fired, fluency in boardspeak

EXTRAS.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 to be added.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 to be added.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 to be added.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 gideon nav, the locked tomb; dr. wilson, house; antigone, jean anouilh's antigone; camilla hect, the locked tomb; oh dae-su, oldboy

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 to be expanded upon. for the time being, see my cg tag.

[izzy-b-hands]

my body needs to get its shit together lmao