#and also maybe change drawer will be correct as is

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Prayer request time: The last time I did cash in the morning at work, I messed it up really really badly. The manager had to call someone in on a day off to run the store so he could fix it.

Today, I'm doing cash again. And on the one hand, I'm super grateful that I'm 1) Not fired, 2) Not pulled from doing cash, and 3) Getting to do cash again so soon (there was only one week "off" of cash, and it was the week after Christmas).

On the other hand, I'm nervous, and I didn't sleep well because of that, so I'm nervous AND tired. And have to do cash in just over an hour.

Prayers would be appreciated.

[daisynik7]

Iris

And I don't want the world to see me, ‘cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Mature – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.5k (I went way over than I was supposed to, lol)

cw: switching POVs (2nd person reader, 3rd person Eren), canon-universe, VERY canon-divergent, consider this a what-if scenario, major AOT spoilers up to season 4, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), fingering 

Summary: At the Battle of Fort Slava, Eren Jaeger, hell-bent on launching his ultimate attack on Marley, injures himself to pose as a wounded soldier, granting him admittance to the hospital to finalize his plans. You, an Eldian volunteer working at the hospital, start treating this new patient, nervous about his mysterious demeanor. Eventually, you learn that you have much more in common with each other than you think. 

Author’s Note: Thank you @ichinosejager13 for your second request for the y2k karaoke party! I did something totally different this time; I wrote a fic set in the canon universe. I thought it fit well with this song, so I hope you like it! While it’s set in the canon universe, it is very obviously canon divergent, so please remember I took a lot of liberties with this. I am in no way suggesting that any of this is what I wish happened in canon. I just think it was an interesting idea to write. Also, I understand that this will seem very out-of-character for Eren, but let’s just roll with it because it's all in good fun, lol. 

Like, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune.

Fort Slava, huddled in the trenches. Blade through his leg, bullet in his eye. This is the last vivid memory Eren can recall as he stands in line outside the hospital, waiting to be admitted. Some asshole Marleyan imitates explosion sounds, causing all of those around him to fall to the ground, cowering in fear. They suffer trauma from the battlefield, and even Eren, with a clear conscious now, is affected by it. A kid, another Eldian dawning the same yellow armband as he is, steps towards them, kneeling down to help them up. He even assists Eren, correcting his armband to his left arm instead of the right. Luckily, it goes unnoticed by everyone else, which is exactly what he wants. 

It's all part of his plan; the attack on Marley. It’s been in the works for months now, starting with his infiltration of the army, fighting alongside Marleyans and Eldians alike. He thought he’d have better clarity of the situation, maybe get convinced to call the whole thing off after bonding with other solders through the tragedies of violence and war. Unfortunately, it’s only made him realize how much more he needs to follow through with it. Nothing will ever change in this cruel world unless he’s the one to do it. 

There are days when he gets cold feet. He’s tempted to re-evaluate, find a way back to his home of Paradis, reunite with his friends, devise a better plan and figure it out together. But in all the futures Eren can see, his current plan is the only one that will work. The only one that will grant him the freedom he’s been chasing his entire life.  

The process is slow to get a room in the hospital. Luck remains on Eren’s side when he’s assigned a private room. It’s barren; a single-bed, just long enough to accommodate his stature, withered sheets and rusted iron on the frame. There’s a small nightstand beside it with two drawers to hide his belongings, which is essentially nothing, and atop is a small lamp, illuminating the room in a dreary glow. It’s not luxurious, but it’s enough for the time-being. Because that’s all Eren needs right now: time. 

Eventually, Zeke will find him. They’ve been contacting each other for a while now, and Eren has a firm grasp on what his older brother is trying to convince him to do with the Founder’s power. While he doesn’t agree with his idea to euthanize the entire race of Eldians, Eren needs to entertain it long enough to manipulate Zeke into letting him use his royal blood. 

It's all convoluted and fucked up, he’s aware of that. Somedays, he wishes he could escape this curse without doing anything at all. That one day, he’d be gone from this world, liberated from his Titan power, saved from this burdened life. This isn’t what he imagined while reading all those books he and Armin would marvel at as kids. This isn’t the freedom he was hoping for. 

He rests in his pathetic, yet oddly comforting bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. His leg and eye are still wrapped in bandages, so a nurse should be coming soon to check on him. There’s a faint commotion out in the hallway, but Eren is too lazy and too uninterested to investigate. Soon, it subsides, and the door swings open, revealing a women around his age, wearing a nurses uniform and the yellow Eldian patch on her left arm. He recognizes the attire from battle; the army had a few nurses stationed at the fort for casualties. 

“Mr. Kruger?” she asks. 

It takes him a second to remember the alias he decided to use. He confirms it, nodding his head silently. 

She gives him a warm smile, introducing herself. “I’ll be helping you from now on.”

~~~

You started working at the hospital a few months ago. For Eldians, it’s nearly impossible to be accepted into higher education, so nursing school was never an option. With opportunities so scarce, your best bet was to apply for a volunteer position at the hospital in hopes of using that as a steppingstone for an actual paying job. You don’t expect a promotion any time soon, not even in the near future, but at least you’re spending your time helping others.

While it’s rewarding, it isn’t glamorous or pretty in the slightest bit. Because you lack the proper education, your tasks mostly include bathing, feeding, cleaning up any accidents or messes. Occasionally, if your patient is open to it, you spend time with them chatting, doing activities with them, listening to their stories. This is rare, though. Most that are admitted are Marleyans who refuse to speak to you because of your status. Some are even reluctant to have you help them in the first place. The Eldians, sadly, are usually too traumatized to open up, so you do your best to make them comfortable however you can. 

When you meet your newest patient, Eren Kruger, you don’t expect him to be any different from the rest. You are, however, surprised at how young he is; he can’t be any older than you, judging by his appearance. His records show nothing except for his name and his status as an Eldian, which isn’t unusual, so you don’t think much of it. “Mr. Kruger, I know you must be hungry,” you start. “Lunch will be arriving soon. If you need assistance, I’ll be here to help you.”

He acknowledges you with another curt nod, remaining silent. You can’t help but notice how brilliantly green his eyes are. Have you ever seen irises like his before? You let the inappropriate thought vanish quickly before you ask, “Would you like me to bathe you now or after you eat?”

At this, his brows tighten. “Bathe?” 

“Yes, Mr. Kruger. We can bathe you before or after lunch, it’s up to you – ”

“I don’t want to bathe,” he says, avoiding your gaze. 

You blink at him, unsure how to respond. “Surely you must want to be clean – ”

He interrupts you again, muttering, “How can I, when I’m like this?”

You understand his hesitation now, not needing further explanation. Sometimes, patients with missing limbs have expressed concern submerging themselves in a tub full of water, not wanting to get their bandages wet. Quickly, you clarify, “It would be a sponge bath. We can do that while you’re lying in bed, actually. And your bandages will stay intact.”

This seems to be the answer he’s looking for. His expression relaxes when he says, “After. I want to do it after I eat.”

You smile softly at him, noting it on your checkboard. “Understand. I’ll go check on your meal now. Is there anything else you need from me?”

A beat passes before he replies, “Pen and paper. For letters.”

You write it, reminding yourself to bring it when you return with his meal. “Got it.”

A few minutes later, you return with a tray of food along with a wad of paper and two pens. You set it on his nightstand beside him, waiting for him to move it. When he doesn’t, staying still, staring blankly at the foot of the bed, you clear your throat. “Mr. Kruger?”

“I’m not hungry,” he murmurs. 

“But you haven’t eaten all day. You need nourishment if you’re going to get any better.”

“And who says I want to get better?” He glares at you, startled by the intensity in his gaze. 

You swallow hard, nervous, but still resilient. “You have to eat. You owe it to yourself after what you’ve been through.”

“And how would you know what I’ve been through?” His voice is steady, a hint of venom, barely enough to sting. But you’re determined. You sit at the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him. Reaching for the tray, you set it down on your lap, sighing. “I don’t know. I have no idea what war is like out there. All I know is that it’s not great for us here. At least out there, you’re fighting together as a unit. Marleyan, Eldian, it doesn’t matter. You’re working to defeat our enemy. And who knows? If we ever win the war, maybe life will be better for us here.” You shove the tray towards him, glaring back at him. “So the least you could do is try to see it through and survive, right?”

He studies you carefully, contemplating how to respond. Glancing at the tray in front of him, he smirks, scooping a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. You ease up, tension releasing from your shoulders. 

After a few more bites, he speaks. “Who do you think the enemy is?” 

Just when you thought you were in the clear, he asks you another question. “It was the Mid-East Allies. That’s who you fought at Fort Slava.” 

“But who do you think the real enemy is?” He’s finished with his potatoes, now moving on to his meatloaf. 

“Well, I suppose it’s whoever the government says it is.” You’re unsure what kind of answer he’s searching for.

“And if they say that we’re the enemy, then what?” He points between you, leaving you confused. 

“We…?”

“Eldians. Devils.”

“No, no. The Devils are on the island. We’re…we’re not like them.”

“Are you sure?” He stuffs the rest of the meat into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it all down. “What makes you think you’re any better here than you are there?”

Your face feels hot now, and you start to stammer. “Because…because that’s what we were told. We’re on the right side. They’re on the wrong.” 

His plate is nearly clean now. He slides his fingers on the remnants, licking it off before chugging half a glass of water. “What if I told you there’s a place for people like us? A place where you wouldn’t have to walk around with an armband. A place where you were treated fairly. Would you want to go to a place like that?” 

You feel yourself drawn in by his words. The idea of it sounds impossible. Ever since you were born, you were taught to know your place in this world. That place was here in Marley, destined to be a second-class citizen. You were told that the island across the sea was full of devils like you, but because you’re here, you’re better. You can’t deny that you’ve been curious what life is like out there. All this time, you thought it must be worst, secluded on an island, hated by the rest of the world. 

But is this life any better? Secluded in your own community and still hated by the rest of the world?

You pick the tray up from his lap, muttering, “I’ll go get your sponge bath ready.”

He doesn’t add anything else, watching you silently. You walk towards the door, ready to leave. Before you do, you say, “And to answer your question: I would.”

~~~

It was supposed to be innocent banter, that’s what Eren intended. He figured he could chalk it up to the trauma speaking for him, that she wouldn’t even be remotely interested in what he had to say. He thought she’d be like all the other naïve, brainwashed Eldians, ignorantly believing everything that was told to them. He realizes soon enough that he was wrong to underestimate her.

She comes to him every day, fulfilling her volunteer duties. Their daily routine begins with breakfast, then a morning stroll in his wheelchair out in the courtyard. Sometimes they’ll play chess at one of the tables, sometimes it’s checkers. Lunchtime comes, and then it’s time for a bath, one of Eren’s favorite parts of the day. Her hands are always gentle, gliding along his skin with a damp sponge. They’ll do another stroll outside, this time on his crutches, where he practices how to walk. Dinner arrives when it’s already dark out, and occasionally, he’ll ask her to read the latest news from the paper. 

While all this happens, they talk. They talk a lot. 

As expected, she figures out that Eren is from Paradis, though he bends the truth about his true intentions for being here. She doesn’t know about his Titan powers, thinking he’s a refugee seeking sanctuary here. Surprisingly, she isn’t offended about it; in fact, she’s curious. They spend most of their time together sharing stories of their childhood. Eren describes life in Paradis, she describes life in Marley. While there are stark differences between their upbringings, there are also blatant similarities. And together, they come to the gut-wrenching conclusion: Eldians are terrorized wherever they are, whether it’s here, or across the sea. 

Eren has only sent one letter in the past two weeks, and that was to his friends back home, informing them that he is in Marley, safe and sound. He doesn’t disclose his plan to them yet. In all honestly, he’s not sure what the plan is anymore. Zeke still hasn’t found him, nor has Eren gone out of his way to be found. What Eren does know is that he enjoys spending time with the woman who helps him. So much that he’s losing grip on what he’s supposed to be doing here. He has to do something soon.

It comes to a head one night, three weeks after he was admitted to the hospital. Eren requests for another sponge bath after dinner; it was a hot day and he worked up a sweat during their afternoon walk. She helps him strip his shirt off, starting with the wet, warm sponge at his chest, massaging small circles onto his sticky skin. He watches her carefully, noticing her eyes lingering on his body more so than usual. 

He speaks softly into her ear, leaning in close. “I have something to tell you.”

She continues above his waist, hands gently scrubbing, not bothering to look at him when she responds. “What is it, Eren?”

He’s thought about this all day. The plan. “Would you like to visit Paradis?”

This time, she does look at him, confused. “What?”

Louder now, and more confident, he says, “Come to Paradis with me. See what it’s like there.”

She scoffs. “I can’t just leave.”

“Why not?”

“Because this is my home.”

“They treat you like nothing here,” he argues. “At Paradis, you’re somebody. We can be safe at Paradis.”

She stops, tossing the sponge into the bucket of water beside her, frustrated. “Safe? After everything you’ve told me? You said it yourself; you’ve been terrorized by Titans since you were a kid. Every nation in the world wants Paradis gone. How can it be safe?”

He swallows thickly, gripping her hand delicately in his. “I can’t explain everything right now, but I have a plan. We have a plan.” He recalls one of the last memories he has of Armin, his brilliant friend, suggesting a small-scale Rumbling, enough to scare the rest of the world from attacking Paradis for centuries. He dismissed it quickly then, but now, he considers it. Could this be their best option? Instead of the billions of casualties Eren had originally devised? “You just have to trust me for now. Once we’re there, I can explain everything.”

She stares at him, clearly in shock from his suggestion. He doesn’t blame her. Eren is asking her to give up everything she knows. 

“Eren,” she starts, squeezing his hand tighter. “I don’t know if I can do that.” 

He smiles at her, brushing his thumb across her knuckles delicately. “I understand. I know it’s a big ask, and I shouldn’t have expected you to say yes. I just…I just think I know what I can do for Paradis to make it safe for people like us. Somewhere we can be ourselves, where people will know us for who we are, and not for what they see on our armbands.”

“It sounds like paradise,” she says quietly.

“It does. And I think I could make it that way. I know I can.”

She sighs, retrieving the sponge again. “I want to believe you, Eren. But I don’t think I can throw away my life for something I’m unsure of.” She starts to slide his pants off, ready to wash below his waist.

“Please, just consider it. I plan to leave soon, within the next few days. I just have to send out a letter tomorrow, and I should be ready to go.”

“You’re leaving? Already?”

“I know what I have to do now. I can’t waste any more time when we can end this war now.”

She peers at him, tears welling in her eyes. “I…” 

“What is it?” He sits up, leaning in close to cup her cheek, brushing away her falling tears. 

“Will we ever see each other again?” Her voice is trembling, lips quivering. His heart sinks into his stomach, seeing her like this.

He presses his forehead to hers. “I’ll find you when this is all over. I promise you. Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere near the shore, okay?” The small-scale Rumbling should only affect the fleets, which will be in the middle of the ocean, far from the shore. Still, he can’t risk anything happening to her. Not when he isn’t there to protect her.

She nods, not asking for any further explanation. He presses a small kiss to her forehead. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to bring us peace.” 

~~~

Eren asks you to drop off a letter in the mailbox, addressed to someone named Azumabito. Apparently, she is an ally to Eldians who is stationed here in Marley, so she can arrange a ship for him to head back home. 

There are still so many questions left unanswered, though you decide not to ask them. Maybe it’s foolish to trust someone you’ve only known for a month. But Eren has given you more truth about this harsh world that anyone else the entire time you’ve been here. And he’s the only one who’s ever promised you a better life. 

Two days after you mailed the letters, you receive a response. It’s addressed to you, though you’re sure it’s meant for Eren. There’s a fancy insignia stamped to one corner of the envelope: a circle with a triangle in the center, formed by samurai swords. You keep it safe in your pocket as you head for the kitchen, ready to deliver Eren’s dinner. 

He reads it when he’s finished with his meal. You watch as he scans the letter carefully, mouthing a few words under his breath. When he reaches the end, he looks up at you, a small grin on his face. “She’s arranged a ship for tomorrow morning, before sunrise.”

You gasp, surprised at how soon his departure is. “Tomorrow?”

He nods, folding the letter and tucking it beneath his pillow. 

You let out a deep breath, unsure what else to say. Noticing your quiet demeanor, he reaches for your hand to hold it. “I know this is happening so fast. But I’ve never been more certain about what I need to do until now.” He interlocks his fingers with yours, smiling. “And you helped me with that.”

“Me? How?”

“By being you. By giving me a chance to explain myself. Even when you found out I was from Paradis, you didn’t judge me. You got to know me. It showed me that there are people, good people, on this side. That even in a ruthless place like this, there is beauty to be saved.” 

You don’t say anything, throat too heavy with emotion to respond. Blinking away your tears, you take his tray from his lap, walking quickly to the door. Before you can leave, he asks, “Can you please come back to help me shave?”

Without turning to face him, you nod, exiting his room, stifling your sobs on your way down the hallway. Your heart yearns for more time with him. For the past few weeks, being here has been an escape from your painful reality. You’re not seen as an Eldian, you aren’t considered a second-class citizen. With him, you’re just you. 

You know that you can’t keep him caged here forever. Like a bird, he’s ready to spread his wings. He’s ready to be free. While you’re heartbroken to see him leave, you’re thrilled for him to fulfill his destiny. All you can hope is that one day, you’ll be reunited in a better place than here. 

You return to his room a couple of minutes later with everything you need to give him a close shave. His facial hair has grown out quite a bit since he arrived. You lather his face with a small amount of soap, scrubbing the suds off with a warm, wet towel. He closes his eyes, indulging in your relaxing touch. After mindful preparation, you begin to shave his goatee with a straight razor, pulling his skin taut, gliding the blade carefully across his chin, cleaning it after every stroke. When you’re done with his beard, you focus your attention on his mustache, delicately moving the razor until his skin is smooth and shaven. You smile as you wipe off any remaining residue with the towel. 

With everything discarded into the bucket of water set on the nightstand, you take this time to admire his face, memorizing every detail. The flutter of his lashes, the bridge of his nose, the sharpness of his jawline, the plush of his lips. It’s only now that you realize how close to him you are. You’re kneeling beside him on the bed, noses almost touching, your fingers grazing his smooth skin. He opens his eyes to look at you, and his breath hitches at the intimacy, glancing at your mouth. 

Before you can move, he closes the short distance, kissing you on the lips. As quickly as it happens, he pulls away, blushing. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have asked first. I’m sorry – ”

You cut him off with another kiss, hungry for more. It’s his last day; in mere hours from now, he’ll be gone, and you’re not sure when you’ll see him again, if ever. It’s crossed your mind many times by now, how it would feel to be with him like this. The feeling of his lips on yours, the slide of his tongue in your mouth, the taste of his spit. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you’ve never thought about it. In fact, it’s been on your mind every night as you fall asleep, wishing you were in his arms instead of alone in your bed. 

He doesn’t pull away this time, sinking in deeper, slipping inside your mouth to swirl his tongue with yours. He’s just as sweet as you fantasized he’d be, luscious and rich in your mouth. His skin is smooth against your fingertips, tracing his jawline. One hand slides around your waist, tugging you closer to him, the other wraps around the nape of your neck, holding your head steady. You swing one leg over him, straddling his lap, hoisting the hem of your dress past your hips, revealing your panties. He moans, shifting beneath you in the bed to slip his trousers down, displaying his erection bulging in his underwear.

“Is this okay?” he huffs, catching his breath. His voice wavers, his only visible eye half-lidded with arousal, unable to keep his cool.

“Yes,” you answer, grinding yourself on him, kissing him sloppily. His grip is on your hips, guiding you to rut against his cock faster. The friction between you is enough to make you wet, your slick soaking through the fabric. 

“You’re an angel,” he whispers, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to make you feel good.” His thumb teases the elastic of your waistband, hand slipping inside to rub your clit against his fingers. 

“Eren,” you moan, his sensual touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. He slowly slides two digits inside you, massaging your bud with his palm while he pumps his fingers into your sopping cunt. His cock is stiff beneath you, watching you ride his hand, cursing under his breath until you reach your climax, coating him in your arousal. 

You’re breathing heavily, in a daze from your orgasm. He removes his hand from you, slipping it past his underwear to jerk his cock. You reach for him, tugging his bottoms down his legs, replacing his fist with yours, stroking him eagerly. He whispers your name, bucking his hips in tandem with your movements. You’re aching for more, desperate to feel him inside you, feel him deeper. You position yourself correctly, pulling the crotch of your panties to the side to  tease the head of his cock up and down your folds. He sits up on his elbows, watching you with a nervous expression on his face. “Are you sure?” he asks.

You nod, smiling at him. “I’m sure. I want to be close to you, Eren.”

He swears, letting his head fall back into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. You sink down on him, his dick stretching you out smoothly, still sleek from your previous orgasm. He moans, craning his neck to take in the lewd sight before him. “Oh my god,” he groans, thrusting his hips into you. 

You ride him slowly, his entire length filling you up to the brim. He plants his feet into the mattress to fuck you deeper, the metal frame creaking with every thrust. It doesn’t take long until you’re both coming together. He shoots his load inside you while you gush all over him, creating a wet mess between you that you couldn’t care less about in the euphoric state you’re in. You lift off him, rolling to his side, relaxing into the pillow with him beside you, cradling you in his arms. He gives you a smooch on the cheek, nuzzling his nose with yours. “I meant what I said earlier.”

“What?”

“You really are an angel,” he says, smiling at you.

~~~

Eren wakes up alone, and he’s almost convinced that it was all a dream until he spots the small note scribbled on paper laying his nightstand. 

It’s too hard to say goodbye, so I won’t. I trust you to keep your promise. We’ll see each other again soon.

With daybreak approaching, Eren leaves for the docks quickly with only the clothes on his back and letters in his pocket, including hers. With sunrise teasing the horizon, he makes it to the meeting place just in time. He recognizes Azumabito and greets her, explaining the situation as they board the ship. She informs him that they are waiting for several other passengers, so he makes himself comfortable by a window.  

A few minutes pass and one of the crew approaches him. “Mr. Jaeger, there is a woman trying to board, claiming they are with you. Do you know anything about this?”

He glances out the window towards the docks and to his shock, he sees an angel with a suitcase in hand, talking to Azumabito. His heart races, overjoyed as he jumps out of his seat, sprinting out of the ship to meet her. 

[freak-accident419]

Make Me

Joosh Futturman (J-Futz) x GN!Reader

Summary: You come by Joosh’s house a year since you’ve broken up with him, after realizing you left your box of important belongings there. Seeing each other again after a long time sparked not only bitterness and resumed arguments, but also unresolved tension.

WC: 3.7k

Content: 18+ Smut, MDNI, gender neutral reader, no specific genitals mentioned (vague penetration), more plot than porn (you can tell I do that a lot.. i’m a storyteller, what do you expect?), takes place during S01E12 “Prelude to an Apocalypse”—you may have to watch this episode especially to understand the ending, hate/angry/rough sex, sort of fluff by the end, a bit silly and unserious sometimes because Joosh/J-Futz is such an unserious concept :3

(A/n: I love bad boy Josh (Joosh). Anyways, I’d like to share something that maybe you might appreciate—I’d like to think that in Season 3, nut-face Josh also brings this timeline version of you to Haven, to save you from how shitty Joosh treated you, so yeah.)

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“Fucking shit, where is it?” You muttered to yourself, digging out your closet, drawers, and under your bed. But you couldn’t find it anywhere.

You had a small, antique box full of things that meant a lot to you: polaroids, souvenirs, trinkets, and old letters. You only just remembered about it now, because while you were speaking to a lifelong friend, they brought up the matching friendship bracelet that you kept ever since grade school. And while it was old and would barely even fit you, it was treasure to you—it meant so much to you.

That led you to remember all the other important and nostalgic things you’ve kept in that memory box. But you couldn’t find the actual box itself.

Which then made you realize sourly…

That if it wasn’t at your place…

Then it was at your ex’s.

It was a messy break up. Terrible, rushed, and chaotic. So much so, that you forgot to even take the significant box with you as you finally moved out of his house.

You groaned in frustration. It wasn’t even that important or worth it to retrieve, right? If you forgot about it for a year, it shouldn’t be that important.

However, it was filled with memories… Ancient baby photos of yourself, your parents, friends, then friendship bracelets, rings, gifts, handwritten letters. And what if your ex finds it? Who knows what he would do with all your personal stuff?

So, you decided. You needed to get it back. Even if it meant seeing your ex-boyfriend again:

Joosh Futturman.

***

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here.” Joosh spat as you stood on his front porch.

“Oh, save it, Joosh,” you say dismissively. He looked just about the same as you left him; a cocky and pissed off expression on his face, the small gold earring on his right ear, and the shitty, pretentious fashion choices. “I just left something important here. I forgot all about it because I was in a rush to leave. I don’t know how I forgot it after all these months, just… fuck, let me go get it and this’ll be the last time you’ll ever see me again.”

He glared at you for a while, observing you. This was the first time he’s seen you ever since you (rightfully) broke up with him. And you haven’t changed one bit.

He hated how no matter how much he believed he despised you, he still thought you were beautiful.

He shook his head to avoid that thought. “For the last fucking time, it’s J-Futz,” he corrected bitterly, which you would roll your eyes at. When you were still together, you were his exception. He hated whenever people called him Joosh instead of J-Futz because it triggered bad memories within him, but the way you said it was always like pure honey, no matter how ridiculous of a name it was. You two were aware that this exception wouldn’t apply anymore now that you’re broken up, but you continue to call him his real name out of spite.

After a brief moment of silence, Joosh decided to accept your proposal. “Fine, just… make it quick.”

It was definitely the moment you walked in that you knew: it was on. You hoped this encounter wouldn’t end with a messy argument again, but you already felt the tension in the atmosphere.

You still knew the house pretty well. You waltzed in, walking up the staircase to Joosh’s room, and kneeled by the bed, finally rummaging under it for your missing box. It took a while, since he ended up having a lot of junk under his bed, yet he acted so blamelessly impatient. “What’s taking so long?” He finally asked in irritation.

You scoffed, continuing to push other objects away. “Oh, fuck off. You’re the one who made this harder by putting all of your goddamn junk just stuffed under your bed.”

“Oh, please. I could easily get this all organized and cleaned up in less than an hour by any one of those guys who work for me,” he brazenly claimed, with an arrogant hinge of pride.

“You think that’s something you should be proud of?” You sneer, continuing to look through the mess. “Yeah, right, well, if anything, it’s just proving to me more how much of a careless, incompetent, lazy, man child of an asshole you are.”

“‘Lazy’? ‘Careless’? ‘Incompetent’? Are you hearing yourself, Y/n?” He scowled. “I am one of the most successful people on the planet. There is a reason why I’m rich and famous and admired. I am an entrepreneur, a CEO, an e-gaming sensation. And on top of that, I have a net worth of over six million euros.” You scoffed. You weren’t impressed or intimidated by any of this. “Take that for incompetent.”

You were just about fed up with this absurdly egotistical, selfish bastard. You popped your head out from under the bed and stood up, walking towards him until you were right in front of him. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face. “You know what? No. You’re just a self-obsessed asshole. You think that everyone admires you, but actually, everyone hates you. You—Your old ‘friends’ work for you and are obligated to please you because at the end of the day, you control their pay checks. They don’t actually like you. No one would. You’re a pathetic man, Joosh. All you’ve ever done was use and hurt people.”

There was an aggravated expression on his face, insinuating that you got to him—that your words got to him.

“Do you really think that I care about any of that? None of that shit matters to me as long as I’m wealthy and successful. My life is fucking awesome, and it’s even better now that I don’t have a nagging bitch being all up on my ass all the time.”

What he said barely affected you, but you wanted to add on anyways. “You know, I cannot fucking believe I fell in love with you,” you said, trying to hide any underlying sadness with your anger. “You used to be so good. You know that? But then you got greedy because money and fame just blinded you, and now you became a fucking asshole. For—For fuck’s sake, you put your parents into a shitty senior home after declaring them mentally incompetent through a court order!”

“Goddammit, Y/n, you’re the one who broke up with me!” He snarled. “Do you know how much shit the press gave me for that?”

You roll your eyes. How could he only care about his status still? “Of course you only care about your public image—”

“Okay, fuck, it hurt me too, okay? You hurt me. When you broke up with me, I had the worst damn weeks of my life.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s real funny,” you scoff at his illogicality. “Are you that fucking dense? I broke up with you because you changed! You had a little breakthrough in e-gaming, and then the hangers-on rushed in, and then fame and money—including your Uncle Barry’s money—started to corrupt you. You’re—you’re seriously trying to be the victim here? Do you know how many times you fucked up in our relationship after that?” Your blood boiled as you continued. “I—You’re insufferable! I seriously don’t know how I spent—” You corrected yourself, “I wasted three years with you.”

“Yeah? You took years out of my life too, Y/n. You know what, actually, just go get your shit so you can leave, and shut the fuck up,” he replied sternly.

“Actually, no, I don’t think I will. In fact, I should just remind you how you are the most egotistical, selfish, most narcissistic asshole on the goddamn planet! You are fucking incorrigible!” You exclaim, your voice coarse.

“I said shut up,” he huffs, stepping towards you threateningly.

“And I hate how much you believe that your money and fame is everything—is your fucking shitty solution for everything.”

“Y/n, stop that before you might say something you’ll regret.”

“Well, you know what, Joosh? You can have all the money in the world, and all the goddamn sponsors and magazine covers and press conferences, and shit, mass productions of your shitty energy drink, but… You’re gonna die alone.”

“Fucking shut up!”

“Yeah? Why don’t you fucking make me!” You retort.

Joosh suddenly pressed his lips on yours roughly, grabbing at the back of your neck to bring you in closer. You gasped the second he did this in surprise, but immediately kissed him back, feeling his tongue run against yours.

While he proceeded to make out with you, he walked forward until he pushed you down on his bed, barely giving the two of you any time to breathe before he presses his lips to yours once more.

“You never know when to fucking shut up, do you?” He grumbles lowly in your lips, placing a firm hand on your hip.

You pant heavily. “Yeah, then how about you stop giving me more reasons to complain about you, asshole?” You retort, moving your lips with his roughly, tongues fiercely mashing against each other.

From the moment you appeared at his doorstep, there was a sort of aggravating tension, which you would then realize was sexual, fueled solely by anger and resentment. It’s been more than a year since you’ve last seen him, more than a year since you two even had sex. You didn’t know what drove you to reciprocate his actions once he kissed you, or rather, you didn’t want to admit it.

Joosh threw off his jacket, then lifted his shirt off of his body, reminding you of what used to be one of your favorite things about him: his left nipple piercing.

Coming out of your trance, you mimic his actions, slightly lifting your back off the mattress so that you could remove your own shirt. You two finally discarded all your clothing in a rush until you were both completely naked against each other.

Joosh’s hand went on your side, then trailed down to your ass, then to the back of your thigh as he began to leave harsh kisses and bites on your neck, making you breathe faster.

“I fucking hate you,” he said piercingly in between kisses.

You chuckle sarcastically. “See, that’s the worst part of it all: you don’t even mean that.”

You knew your ex-boyfriend well enough to know that it would take more than a breakup and a couple of insults to get him to fully hate you. Especially while he barely detested you, regardless of everything.

He moved his head from your neck to face you. “Fine, what, you wanna know the truth? I hate that I still fucking love you.” He scowled, which caught you off guard. He placed his thumb on your bottom lip. “Open.”

You sucked his fingers off once they penetrated your mouth, sensually running your tongue along his digits. You didn’t expect him to say that now, that he still loved you, but you weren’t surprised either. The two of you had a very complicated relationship. Knowing him before his fame impacted the connection you two had; simply put, you knew him well. And you knew him well enough to be able to tell if he still loved you, which he did. You two knew each other well enough to still love each other.

After a while, he finally took his fingers out of your mouth, essentially using your saliva as a lubricant as he rubbed at your entrance vigorously, getting a soft, pleasured gasp out of you.

“A-and what, you think I don’t as well?” You huffed in response. You couldn’t lie to yourself either—you still loved him too. “I loathe it.”

Joosh sneered as he spit in his hand, pumping his cock, letting out a few, quiet grunts. “I hate that you came here today.”

”And I hate that I had always been desperate for your sad, below-average co—“ You let out a sharp inhale as you felt his entire length slide into you resistlessly.

“Yeah, but you take it anyway, don’t you?” he replied arrogantly with utmost vulgarity, beginning to move lustfully inside you.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you say, however, immediately becoming distracted from all the sensational feelings. You gulped a moan, glaring into his dark eyes. “Fuck, don’t even think that this means anything. I’m practically using you,” you grumble.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied.

Joosh had his hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you, already at a quick pace, practically jerking his hips into yours with low grunts and huffs of breath. His cock deliciously stretched and caressed your walls at an artful rhythm.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head in pleasure, making you look up at the wall decor behind you, in which big, light up letters spelt out ‘SIN’. You let out quiet moans each time he pounded deeply into you, instinctively wrapping your legs around him to bring him even closer. His grip moved onto your thighs to support your legs, getting at an even better angle as his fingers dug into your skin. “Fuck… I really hate how you’re the only person in this world that knows exactly w-where and how to make me feel good,” you mutter as you look back at him.

The lewd, wet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, alongside heavy breaths and moans beginning to increase. “And I hate that even after everything, I still want you. That I could get anyone I want with my status, but they’ll never be as good as you…” He let out a dark chuckle. “Look at you, so fucking needy for me…”

He pulled out, resulting in a whine escaping your lips, until he aggressively flipped you over on your stomach, making you take it from the back. His head is beside yours on the pillow as he let out soft moans, moving quickly into you, hitting all the right spots. It was like he remembered every little thing that kept you pleasured. You actually wouldn’t be surprised if he genuinely did.

The thing is, Joosh had always been a sweetheart. He was kind, considerate, and generous, all traits taught to him by his sweet parents. It wasn’t until after the fame where he began to rot.

Hell, you two used to make love. Then after, it was all quickies and straight up fucking.

So you couldn’t understand how or why he still loved you, but you know he does.

You moaned louder, feeling his fingertips digging into the skin of your hips as he pulled you towards him with every rough thrust.

“I hate that no matter how much of an asshole and jerk you’ve been, I’m still willing to forgive you,” you mutter.

Joosh moved his head to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, and then attacked your neck with even rougher kisses as he continued to move inside you. He kept confusing you with his brief moments of tenderness. “And I hate that we both know that you deserve better.”

You panted heavily as half of your face was pressed against the pillow. “Yeah, but you don’t even fucking try to work on yourself, knowing this fact.”

His hips stuttered as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. “You know me. I can’t change.”

You let out a soft gasp as you felt a sharp, deep thrust from him. “You can’t or you won’t?”

You hear his moans become more desperate and high pitched, his pace becoming inconsistent. His cock slid seamlessly inside you, bringing the two of you to become more vocal. While he let one of his hands remain on your hip, he moved his other one to grip the bed frame tightly, fucking into you even deeper.

“O-oh, f-fuck!” You whimper intensely as he continues to mercilessly pound into you, spilling out all the anger he felt from seeing you today, in which your presence reminded him of how messy the breakup was. Your whines became louder as he ruthlessly gripped your hip and pulled onto the bed frame to easily push you against his dick with each thrust.

“You talk about me being selfish and self-seeking all the time, as if you aren’t taking all of my fucking dick for your own pleasure,” he grumbles. You didn’t have a witty comeback for that—you were far too focused on how good you felt. Which sort of implied he was right, in some way.

Joosh let out louder grunts and slight moans, which was unsynchronized with the obscene, raucous sounds of lewd plaps of his consistent penetration. Plap, plap, plap, it would turn the both of you on even more.

“You’re just as pathetic as I am, Y/n,” he said coldly.

You felt so close to your climax, and as his thrusts became more stuttered, you could tell Joosh was as well.

“Fuck you, Joosh.”

He violently pushed into you deeply as your lips parted for a loud, torrid moan to escape your mouth, fingernails digging into the thick sheets as you came hard around his cock. Not even another thrust after, your ex-boyfriend came, making sure his dick was deeply and fully into you once his semen precipitously spilled inside of your body through exuberant spurts. His voice was high pitched and desperate, and you could swear you heard your name leave his lips in a small whisper.

He pulled out of you afterwards, rolling off your body as he breathed heavily, resting on his side as he faced the edge of the bed.

You turned to lay on your side, only to see his back facing you.

The atmosphere wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t calm either. It was sort of awkward in a way. You two were still exes after all. An entire minute has passed, of silence and heavy panting, the two of you catching your breaths from all that energy you just released. Most of the words that were exchanged earlier weren’t exactly true. It was moreso getting out all your anger and bitterness of the past, so that you could have a civil, compassionate talk later about your feelings and the state of the relationship.

Soon enough, you scooted towards him, then placed a deliberate, gentle kiss on his shoulder. Your fingertips began to mindlessly trace his back tattoo, which spelled out ‘J Futz’. He seemed to appreciate it, your touch.

Your finger traced over the ‘F’ on his back. “I want to make this work,” you murmured.

“I know,” you heard him say shamefully as your fingertip caressed along the lines of ink.

“But I don’t want you to change for me. I want you to change for yourself.”

He turned around to face you, soft, brown eyes meeting yours. It was like a part of his old self was still in there.

“I’m sorry… For everything,” he finally says.

“Me too.”

***

Joosh was in the shower while you were in the kitchen, eating a small snack, back to being fully clothed. You stared at your keepsake box that you finally found, which was now sitting on the dining table in front of you—he even helped you find it actually, while even criticizing his own lack of organization.

You two agreed to take things slow, followed by you encouraging him to make some reparations, probably starting with his parents first. Ultimately, he was going to work on himself—not just for you and the people he loved, but for himself, as you said.

You took a bite out of your snack, and then slightly flinched as you saw Joosh in the corner of your eye.

“Oh, wow. That was fast,” you observed. When he said he was going to take a quick shower, you didn’t know he was that literal about it. Especially since he sort of sucked at keeping his word.

What you didn’t know, however, was that Joosh was still in the shower, as you initially expected. The man in front of you would be Josh, basically your ex, but from another timeline. Ever since he was recruited by soldiers Tiger and Wolf of 2162, they were consistently fucking with the past through time travel, and the trio’s interferences only just created new realities, such as yours.

When Josh came back to 2017 after the 80s, he discovered that he was popular, that he was a rich celebrity, loved amongst everyone. However, it nearly broke his heart once he heard from Tracy and Paul that you dumped him—or, well, Joosh—the past year. The thing was, that no matter how many times he tampered with the timeline (for example, Lamar Price’s Blapple and the disappearance of Ray), you still remained his partner when he would come back to the present. So now, knowing that he allegedly screwed things up with you in this reality, then on top of that, finding out his parents despise him, he began to become disappointed by what he thought was going to be a great life for him.

He was confused, seeing you eat at the kitchen table, clearly unbothered by him. “Y/n?” His voice was higher pitched, reminding you of your Joosh before he was corrupted.

“Um, yeah?” You asked. “Did you even take a shower? Now I’m confused.” You look at his ear. “And you took off your earring.”

“Oh, um, yeah, and no, not yet, I—” Josh was very much confused. Didn’t his friends tell him how the two of you broke up? Were they wrong?

“You don’t look too hot,” you say, grabbing your box and walking over to him. “Thank you, Joosh. For, um… for finally listening to and understanding me. I know we’re both not perfect, but… I just… I’m glad we were able to… to talk this out.”

You look down at your box and then at him, who had an absentminded look on his face that you didn’t recognize. “I have to go now. Let’s talk more tomorrow, okay?” You press a soft kiss to Josh’s cheek, then made your way out the door.

What in the hell just happened?

Josh was befuddled, but also sort of relieved. Maybe he would be able to patch things up with you. He wasn’t sure how he was going to fix things with his parents after that encounter with his dad. Actually, he was still stressed out about that. Your idea for him to take a shower didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

That is, until he was met with this reality’s version of himself in the bathroom.

[ashwhowrites]

Can I request an angst to fluff Eddie story where Eddie is an oblivious little golden retriever and his girlfriend hates/loves that about him? He starts dealing to Chrissy who then starts hanging around more, starts changing her style to be more like Eddie and also his girlfriend, breaks up with Jason, and then suddenly is everywhere. Eventually the reader loses it in front of everyone when Chrissy goes a little far with her flirting and Eddie tells the reader she's being dramatic. To him that's his girl, his soul mate and he even plans on proposing after graduation. He doesn't even think of other girls. The reader is hurt he dismissed her in front of everyone and feels like he chose Chrissy, and Chrissy thinks she won because Eddie chose her. Then the next day Eddie doesn't pick up the reader for school like he usually does, instead he shows up late with Chrissy in his passenger seat. The final offense though? Is when Chrissy sees the reader looking and grabs Eddie and kisses him. Now Eddie realizes his girlfriend fears were very valid and now he's not sure if he can fix this, but he will move heaven and earth for just a shot at forgiveness.

(This got super long, and I really didn't mean for it to 😂 you can totally cut it down or change whatever you want. I don't really care I just really enjoy your angst to fluff.)

Yes, you may ask for a request!

Thank you so much for requesting and enjoying my work :)

And details are always helpful! If this is not what you wanted, let me know so I can rewrite it. ( Alternative ending in master-list - still ends with her going back so fair warning)

Master-list

Y/N has been smitten with Eddie since she met him in her sophomore year. He was confident, charming, funny, and so hot. It was very easy for them to become friends as they had a lot in common. They enjoyed the same bands and laughed at how many of the same shirts they had. They have an equal number of records all over their rooms. Both have a hidden stash of weed in their drawers. It was like they were meant for each other.

Eddie was obsessed the second she walked up to him. Her Metalicia shirt was cropped, and small bleach stains were scattered. He smiled, knowing he had one just like it in his closet. But when he started to get to know her, he was so dead. He thinks he already loves her since the first day. and just kept falling. when she asked to join DnD and was somehow better than he was. He knew he was going to marry her.

~~

During Y/N's junior year, she spent the whole time trying to make moves on Eddie. She cringed at how obvious her schoolgirl crush was, but he either wasn't getting the hint or did not like her.

Every morning when he picked her up, she had a big smile on her lips and a touch on his knee (that got higher each day): "Wow, Eddie, those jeans frame your thighs so well." She even fucking winked. He smiled and drove on, like she had not said a word.

Then, when they went to the pool, she did not bother to hide her staring. "Eds, your tattoos are always so fucking hot to see when you are on full display." She even trailed her fingers over the design. And nothing. He blushed and basically walked away.

She decided to bite the bullet and ask him on a date. If he said no, then at least she knew where he stood.

When Eddie saw Y/N walking up to him with purpose in her eyes, he had no idea what to think.

"Okay, Eds, I have the house to myself this weekend; want to rent some movies and hang out?" She twirled a piece of her hair with her finger. batted her eyelashes as she looked up at him. A smile lit up his face. "Of course, I'll go tell the group." Before she could correct him, he took off.

She signed, "I meant just us."

~~

"So Y/N has the house to herself, so movie night at her place." Eddie announced as he walked into the video store.

"She never asked me." Robin protested, and Steve agreed.

"Well, maybe she just thought I'd tell you." Eddie shrugged. 

"Well, did she tell you to ask us?" Steve said, "She always asks us."

"Well, no, but I just figured." He shrugged again. What is with the questions?

"Dude, you are telling me Y/N told you she has the house to herself, invites you for a movie night, and you think she wants us there?" Robin pipped me with an eye roll.

"Dude, she was so hitting on you." Steve smacked him on the shoulder.

"No, she is just friendly; she does not like me." Eddie responded back, but Robin was quick with an answer.

"Eddie, she does not flirt with anyone but you."

~~

When he showed up at her house that night, alone, she was confused.

"I thought you asked the group?"

"someone told me the intention was for this to be a date?" He asked with a shy smile pointed towards her.

"Yeah, but I get it. You make it quite clear you do not like me."

"Why would you say that?" He asked confusedly; he loved her.

"I flirt with you, and you ignore me. I ask you on a date, and you ask the group. It's okay, though. We can just be best friends."

"You never flirted with me." He was even more confused.

"Eddie, when a girl is touching your knee, complimenting everything you wear, winking at you, touching your chest, batting her eyelashes, and twirling her hair, you know she's into you."

That night she finally kissed him, and he finally understood the feelings were mutual.

~~

Now that it is senior year for the couple, they are more in love than ever.

Y/N was a bit more on the tough side, and Eddie was soft. She hated new people, but Eddie wanted to welcome everyone with open arms.

Being with Eddie meant watching people take advantage of his kindness. He is quite oblivious to the intentions of people around him. I mean, it took him two years to see she liked him. She loved and hated that about him.

And right now, the hating side has been flicked on.

Chrissy Cunnignham has been following her boyfriend around like a lap dog. It started with a deal. And Y/N thought that was the end of it, but she kept showing up.

 Eddie and Y/N snuck out to the parking lot to each take their lunch together in the back of the van. They sat in comfortable silence when a voice cut in,

"OMG, Eddie! "There you are; I have been looking for you." Y/N rolled her eyes at the high pitched voice. Eddie smiled at the girl, and Y/N hated the jab that landed in her gut.

"Just having lunch with my girl, what's up?" She smiled at the fact that he reminded her that he, in fact, does have a girlfriend. Because Chrissy likes to forget that piece of information.

"Huge party this weekend; I want to invite you," Chrissy said to Eddie and Eddie only. Her eyes never drifted from his brown ones.

Eddie looked over to Y/n with a question in his eyes.

"Baby, want date night at a party?" She did not want to spend her night with Eddie at a party, but if he wanted to go, she would suck it up. She gave him a nod.

"We will be there."

~~

After the little run in with Chrissy at lunch, Y/N felt a tad bit sour. She knows Eddie is hers, and Eddie only wants her, but that insecurity was settling in.

She shook it off and headed to Hellfire. She and Eddie are now partners in leading the campaigns. Her seat was always next to Eddie, so a huge scowl landed on her face when she saw a familiar ponytail sitting next to Eddie in her seat.

"Chrissy, welcome, but that is my seat." Y/N said it as nicely as she could.

"Oh well, I would prefer to sit next to Eddie." She giggled as she looked at Eddie.

Eddie was once again oblivious to Chrissy's disinterest in their relationship.

"Well, I do not care; I would prefer to sit in my own seat with my boyfriend." She did not care to be polite now.

The group was walking in behind them but stopped at the tension in the room.

"Well, if Eddie wants me to move, then I will move." Chrissy bit back, and she crossed her arms.

One thing about Eddie is that he does not like to say no to people, and he does not like to hurt people's feelings, except apparently his girlfriends'.

"Baby, don't be so dramatic; it's just a seat. The spare chair is in the closet." Eddie smiled softly, truly believing he could easily fix the situation. Chrissy cheered.

The boys gasped at his response. Dusitn went to say something, but Y/N gave him a look. With the biggest breath she could manage, she grabbed the chair and placed it next to Gareth. Her boyfriend could fuck off.

Eddie frowned in her direction, but his attention quickly returned to Chrissy when she asked questions about the campaign.

~

Y/N rolled her eyes every time Chrissy would cheer on Eddie.

"Look, if you want to cheer so goddamn bad, why not go to practice?" Y/N snapped. Dustin tried to hide his laugh.

"Babe, no need to be rude. She is having fun; if you are going to sit there and be mean, you should just go." Y/N felt steam coming out of her ears. Did he seriously just tell her to go home?

She bit back her response and clenched the dice in her hand. It was going to be a long night.

~~

It got even worse. The news that Chrissy dumped Jason traveled fast.

Y/N had her theories of why this breakup happened so suddenly, but Eddie, of course, just wanted to help.

"Chrissy You deserve so much better. You will find someone perfect for you. I know it."

Y/N felt like her eyes never stopped rolling. She shot a glare at the back of Eddie's head as he hugged Chrissy.

~~

It was the night of the party, and the couple was heading to the front door.

"We shouldn't have come. All she wants to do is flirt with you and act like you don't have a girlfriend."

"She knows we are together, and she is not flirting. She just wants a friend so be nice," Eddie warned as Chrissy opened the door with a smile and only pointed to Eddie.

Y/N felt her blood boil when Chrissy laced her hand into Eddie's and yanked him out of Y/N's grasp, dragging him into the house. Eddie's head turned quickly to his girlfriend, "Babe." He said it with a smile as he used his free hand to reach for her.

 Y/N was very close to either killing Chrissy or Eddie. She understood that Eddie had no idea what was going on. He doesn't know Chrissy has been flirting with him for days. But she wanted to scream at him for being so stupid.

~~

She was dancing with Eddie, finally having fun since Chrissy got occupied with hosting. Her hands were in his hair, their hips grinding into each other, and matching smiles took over their faces. They were lost in each other, making out in the middle of the floor. This is what she missed about Eddie—being with him in this way. He has been so busy with Chrissy that she feels like she's been pushed to the back burner.

"Can we talk?" She asked loudly into his ear. He pulled away, worried, and walked her out to the backyard.

They stood on the grass and passed a joint back and forth.

"I don't want to be that girlfriend that controls you or picks who you are friends with. But this thing with Chrissy needs to either be talked about or stopped. I am not comfortable with how she flirts with you, how she touches you, and how she always needs your attention."

"Babe, I told you there was nothing going on." He sighed

"I do not care if there is nothing going on; it is the fact that she is trying to make something happen, and you will not shut it down. I know you think everyone is just being friendly, but I am your girlfriend, and if I am telling you that I feel our relationship is being neglected, you should be working this out with me, not trying to tell me I'm making shit up. I bite my tongue a lot, but the times that it splits, you turn on me. You tell me to leave it alone and go home. Do you know how embarrassing that is? and seeing her smug smile because she's winning."

Y/N noticed her friend Robin making her way out to the yard with Steve following behind. Robin could easily sense the tension, and she knew Chrissy had been a pain in Y/N's ass, so she could imagine what was going on.

"She is not winning! There is no fight or competition. You are my girlfriend, not her. So I don't see why we are having to talk about this. Why would I want to even try with her when I have you? Just get over this insecurity and jealousy so we can move on from it."

Robin, Steve, and Y/N's mouths dropped. Chrissy once again popped up with a big smile.

"I'm feeling some tension here; maybe we should take a breather." Chrissy offered adviced as she put her hand on Eddie's back. That's when Y/N snapped.

"Get your fucking hands off of my boyfriend!" Eddie was quick to jump in front of Chrissy as Y/N marched towards her.

"Seriously, you need to calm down. You are embarrassing yourself and me."

Y/N felt every piece of anger leave, filled with hurt. It was like Eddie wasn't even himself. He was replaced with the shell.

"I pour my heart out to you. I tell you why I am upset with everything going on. And you first told me I was insecure and jealous, and now you are fucking protecting her? Are you saying I'm embarrassing you? What's embarrassing is how she chases you around. how she dumped her boyfriend just to try to snag you. She's fucking wearing a Metallica shirt, Eddie! with fucking black boots. I have almost the same outfit in my closet. She wants you! Why can't you fucking see that?"

Eddie honestly did not know what to say.

"Let's take you home." Robin said as she grabbed Y/N's hand.

Y/N was hurt, but he didn't bother to say anything, didn't bother to stop her, and never bothered to follow her to Robin's car.

He just stayed; he stayed with her.

~~

Y/N took the time away from Eddie to breathe. She needed some space. So she waited until Monday to talk to him when he picked her up.

The only problem was that he never showed up. She begged Steve for a ride, and he said yes without hesitation.

She was relieved to see she made it on time. But her breath of relief hitched when she saw his van pull up with her in the passenger seat. She watched as they climbed out. Eddie looked like he was in the middle of a huge rant, then Chrissy's eyes caught hers.

If looks could kill, they would have murdered each other.

Y/N started to walk towards them, intent on calling them out, but she froze in her spot at Chrissy's next action.

~~

"Okay, I think we need to take some space away from each other because if it makes my girlfriend uncomfortable, I need to respect that." Eddie explained as he pulled up into the parking lot and getting out of his van. He tried to call his girlfriend last night to tell her he was going to give Chrissy a ride to talk some things over, but she never answered.

"Eddie I don't get it. You had a fight, and she left, and you stayed with me. You obviously just showed her that you picked me. Respecting her wishes is all out the window now." Chrissy said as she peered over at her. an idea forming in her head. This was her chance to end their relationship once and for all.

Eddie went to protest when he felt her lips crash onto his. His eyes flew as wide as they could. He cringed at the feeling of sticky gloss coating his lips. He went to pull away, but her hand grabbed the back of his head to shove him closer. When he finally got himself free, he had no idea what had just happened. He was telling her they couldn't be friends, and she kissed him? That's when he noticed it; Chrissy was twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes, and he felt her touch in his chest.

"Oh fuck, you are flirting. Look I'm in love with Y/N so this will never happen" He stated as he pulled himself away. He messed up. His girlfriend told him over and over, and she was right. Chrissy didn't respect his relationship with Y/N. And he allowed himself to disrespect it in the same way.

He was quick to head towards the school, but that's when his eyes caught his favorite ones. She stood there, unmoving. Tears flowed down her face, her hand tightly holding her backpack strap. His heart dropped. She saw it. She saw her kiss him.

He went to move, but she was faster; she ran off into the building.

"BABY, WAIT!" he screamed as he ran after her. He followed her into the girls' bathroom; he didn't care.

She was sobbing into her hands on the floor. His heart shattered. He was quick to kneel in front of her. He grabbed her hands away from her face and wiped off her tears.

"Baby, I promise, I didn't kiss her. I didn't know she was going to do that. I'm so sorry. You have every right to be mad at me. You told me over and over, and I just chose not to believe you. It's just that I'm so goddamn in love with you that I don't even notice anyone else. I didn't notice her flirting because half the time I don't even notice her. I'm thinking about you. I'm sorry I called you insecure and jealous. You aren't; you were upset, and I should have made you feel better. "I promise with everything in me that I only want you, and I only want you for the rest of my life." He didn't notice that he began to cry too. He was so scared that he'd messed this up so badly that she'd leave.

"Please don't leave me, baby. I need you. Please don't," he was sobbing into her now. His face was tucked into her neck.

"I'm not going to leave you, baby." "I love you too," she said, kissing his cheek. She knew he understood his mistake now. And she also knew he was going to fix everything he cracked.

He pulled away with a sniffle. Red, puffy eyes met each other's on the bathroom floor. He leaned in for a kiss, but she pushed him back.

"Not until you get that 30¢ gloss off of you," she teased. He took it as seriously as he should have. and began to scrub the hell out of his lips. After about three washes, he went to her with a smile.

"Now?" He asked, and she nodded.

Their lips met in a needy kiss. Every once of love and passion was sent to one another.

 

As the couple walked out of the bathroom, they were definitely late for class now. Eddie spoke up.

"Just so you know, I'm marrying you."

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Tags- @bmunson86 @mxcheese @ladymunson

@sage-the-z0mbie

[notetaeker]

Hello!!! How did you become so dedicated to your studies? Do you have some advice?

I love your blog, btw✨️

Hi hi hi!! Thanks for the sweet message 💞💞

My BIG study tips (after 25 years of studying):

Accept your fate. This goes for anything but I used to procrastinate with studying a LOT and once you start it's actually not that bad. It's guaranteed. Automatically once you start, you have started, so you're already on your way, so it's already automatically not as bad anymore. Whining abt ur studies and avoiding them will not make them go away unfortunately. Just do it.

Make study time sacred. A few minutes of focused study is much more valuable than 5 hours spent at the library "studying" + scrolling + talking to friends + listening to music at the same time. Doing 5 hours like that is literally putting yourself thru hell because 1. you cant fully enjoy any of those non-studying activities and 2. you come out of that being like ugh I studied this page for 5 hours I'm tired of studying I need a break. Pomodoro method really changed my life pls try it out if u haven't already

That one tumblr post that says 'learning is basically being exposed to the same materials many times in multiple ways' is 100% correct. How many different ways can you expose yourself to the material. Memorizing facts- can you draw it? Can you organize the facts into lists? Can you attach a funny story to one of the facts? The more ways you interact with any material, the stronger it's saved in your memory. Find out if you're a visual learner- and then create visual tools, maybe color coding things helps you. Do a little digging and find out what works for you.

Diversify your life. Have some hobbies, spend time with friends/family, take a break. Let the computer of your brain sort out things in the background while you do other things. Once you go back to studying, you will feel refreshed (and not fatigued from 5 hrs in the library doing "studying") This also means that if you fail an exam, you won't be like 'oh no i spent my whole spring break studying for this exam and didn't even enjoy it and now I got a bad grade i must be horrible my life is nothing' and spiral. def not based on a true story :) Instead you'll be like yeah I failed but look at this scarf I crocheted look at mee i have mental health!

Sleep is magic- no matter what anyone else tries to tell you. 1. If you studied something during the day, just review those things right before bed and magically they will get set into your brain. Also 2. sleeping is when our brain sorts info so if you don't get any sleep at all it' the same as taking your study sheets and throwing them into the air, so when you ask your brain for the info during the test it's like lol it's around here somewhere. On the other hand, if you slept and gave ur brain time to sort it, when you ask for that info, it'll just open the right drawer and give u the info!

That's it for the big ones- if you want more specific advice feel free to ask! Also as a disclaimer, these 5 are all big life lessons that I had to learn thru trial and error, so consider these to be the advice I would give myself at a younger age. Pls don't be offended lol whenever I said 'you' I rlly was thinking abt myself.

[hehe-hoho-ohno]

Happy WIP Wednesday! Spoilers for chapter 7 of Misfits under the cut.

That was fine. Ingo could do what he wanted. Emmet skived off patrol all the time, it was fine.

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Ingo hadn’t come to patrol. Emmet had waited for him. He’d waited for ages and then decided to start on his own. He’d ended up doing the entire thing by himself and Ingo never showed up.

It was just uncharacteristic of him, that was all.

(It wasn’t like Emmet had been looking forward to it or anything. It wasn’t like he’d waited for hours like an abandoned puppy. If he’d known Ingo wasn’t going to show up he wouldn’t have wasted his time.)

(It was his own fault for getting his hopes up.)

He returned to the barracks and froze in the open doorway.

It looked like a war zone.

A few of the lockers were blown open, doors swinging in their hinges. One of the benches was tipped over. The door to the office was open as well, the drawers were ransacked and all the papers that had been neatly piled on the desk were strewn on the floor. The garbage bin had also been knocked over. His spiders were agitated and crawling along the walls and ceiling.

“…Hello?” He called and it echoed back. “…Ingo?”

A few spiders chirped in response but there wasn’t a word from Ingo. A cold feeling settled like a stone in his stomach. He called again. If Ingo wasn’t here then…

He hesitantly stepped forwards into the ruined barracks.

Something crunched under his foot and he hastily stepped back. He’d crushed something into hard red and white shards. A candy cane? Only a small part of one, judging by how little there was on the floor.

How had this happened? Emmet always locked the entrance. He was even doing it right now, closing the door and locking it behind him out of sheer habit.

(Ingo had a key. Emmet had given it to him.)

Gear Barracks had always been a safe place for Emmet. The only safe place. When Emmet returned home it always felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, like he could finally relax. Here, he had been untouchable.

That feeling was gone now. He didn’t think he would be getting it back.

(Ingo hadn’t shown up for patrol.)

It was a shitty, barren, uniform place, but it had been Emmet’s. And someone had broken in and torn it up.

(Was it really breaking in if Emmet had invited him inside?)

No! Emmet shook himself. He shouldn’t make assumptions when he didn’t have all the facts. There was no proof that had happened. Ingo wouldn’t…

(Emmet was still an easily suckered fool who had learnt nothing. Ingo had betrayed him and Emmet had made it so easy.)

Ingo was his friend. He trusted Ingo. Ingo was shy, earnest, and sweet. He said things like, “lonely together” and he meant it, Emmet knew he did!

(Or maybe Emmet wasn’t as good at spotting liars as he thought he was.)

A clicking whistle snapped him out of his spiralling thoughts. Emmet dropped to his knees and reached towards his fuzzy babies. “Is everyone alright? Is anyone hurt?”

Emmet was appalled by his own behaviour, getting wrapped up in his own doubts when his focus should have been on the creatures under his care. Poor little things, they had needed to endure whatever had happened without Emmet there to protect them.

They chirped and squeaked and scuttled away from him, towards a locker all the spiders were converging on. Dread crawled up this throat. He rose to his feet and followed them.

The door was cold when he laid a hand on it. “…Here?”

They squeaked and moved back, a fluffy multicoloured halo surrounding the locker. The dread only worsened.

It was locked.

He blinked. He never locked this one. He never locked any of the spider lockers out of fear he might trap them in there. Hesitantly, he filled in the default code and hoped that was correct. Emmet had never changed any of them, but he clearly wasn’t the only person who would have had the opportunity to do so.

He hesitantly tried the handle, and it swung open.

A body fell out.

[eddieslittlefreak]

I really like it about Steddie that they kind of just.. get the best out of each other.

So first of all.

As we know Eddie was bullied mostly in all his life, yet he never seemed to care and kept on being himself. But maybe those mean words gave him some small cuts and when it’s late at night and everything in silent, he thinks about all of those insults he got in school. He laughs at some, and some of them hurt him.

And this is where Steve comes to the picture.

Steve doesn’t want Eddie to be anyone else. He not just accepts everything of his, but he straight up loves everything that Eddie is. And also everything that Eddie loves. Seriously. If Eddie mentions something new that Steve didn’t hear from him before, he goes absolutely feral. Like Eddie says he thinks old coins have some strange value he can’t even explain and boom. Steve shows up to him with some old coins, because he didn’t settle untill he found some in his father’s drawer.  Steve also likes to listen to anything that Eddie talks about. Maybe sometimes he doesn’t really understand what is going on, but he still stares at Eddie with those shiny, curious eyes of his and it actually makes Eddie feel like he cares. That Steve is interested in anything that Eddie has to say.

And when it’s late at night, nothing is silent anymore.

Steve has this habit, that when he feels safe with someone, he laughs and talks louder, because he knows - or hopes - that they won’t tell him to shut up. Eddie never does. He goes along with Steve’s bad jokes and always shit talks with him about anyone, even about people who he doesn’t know. Eddie shows Steve some of his music which turns out to actually match Steve’s taste. Well, he doesn’t know any of the artists, but he really likes the songs. He also really really adores to watch Eddie getting lost in the current song, just humming to himself while doing something else. Steve has trouble looking away from him even for a moment.

And when the clock shows that it’s 2am, Eddie knows that around this time his stomach is usually in a knot and he can’t shut his thoughts down. But nowdays, everything is much more different.  Most of the nights he has this beautiful boy lying on his chest, hugging his torso. Even when Steve falls asleep, Eddie stays up a bit more, just running his fingers through on Steve’s hair and smiling to himself. The ticking of the clock isn’t a sign of another night spent staying up in fear anymore.

And then there’s Steve.

He is clear with the fact that he wasn’t exactly a good person in the past, and this haunts him every day. He hopes he still have time to correct those mistakes. He have grown as a person in the last few years, but there is still more to go. We can say that sometimes he forces himself to change, because he is desperate.

Eddie calms him down.

When Steve is with Eddie, everything is okay. Usually when Steve meets someone new, they expect him to change after they get to know him. Most of the time it’s like that, but with Eddie it’s nothing even close to that feeling. Eddie doesn’t want him to change. He understands that there are things Steve would like to work on and he is there to help and support. He doesn’t want Steve to lock away any of these bad things. Just like Eddie doesn’t want Steve to cover any parts of his past. He knows Steve has been hurt and used multiple times before and he is terrified of Eddie leaving him. Here’s the thing; Eddie isn’t stressing about it, because he have decided to prove Steve that he will stay. That he will spend his life with him and do every single thing Steve ever wanted to try.  For a small start. Steve never had breakfast at the table in the morning, because most of the time he was alone, his parents nowhere near or in a rush. This is the first thing Eddie does. Once when Steve sleeps in his trailer, he wakes up earlier and makes some breakfast and puts it on the kitchen counter. When Steve stumbles out, his eyes still half closed, hair messy, and only wearing one of Eddie’s band shirts along with his boxers, he becomes speechless. Eddie just smiles, then walks up to him and presses a kiss on his boy’s lips, and honestly? He feels like a proud housewife. Steve is keep on asking “is this for me? will you stay and eat this with me?”. Eddie is nodding like crazy, the smile never leaving his face. He is happier than ever, because he can give Steve something he never got to experience before. And this is just the first little step towards all of those things they can try and do together. 

No one can argue with me that they are meant to be.

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 The secrecy surrounding Mary's activities and a little brown book lead to you feeling pushed out and rejected. However, all that changes with a confession from your partner. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Transmasc!Mary x Transmasc!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Brief smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI), grinding, use of the term t-dick to describe yours and Mary's genitals, dirty talk, Mary using sex as a distraction, arguments, anger, Mary discussing himself pre-transition and his fears surrounding part of himself because of that, happy ending. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2754 words 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 I am semi-back from my writing break! This fic means a lot to me from the standpoint of an AFAB transmasc person who also has insecurities about a similar thing Mary has insecurities about in this fic. This fic does talk about things that can be dysphoric, so please keep that in mind when reading this fic! I've briefly proofread to make sure I've not used she/her pronouns to refer to reader or Mary at any point but if I've missed any please let me know so I can correct that ASAP. 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

The scratch of pen on paper as you curl into Mary’s side is possibly one of your favourite sounds. It was the sound you woke up to the morning after your first night together and it was the first real glimpse you got into who your partner is behind the corpse paint and crimson blood they don onstage every night. You’ve both been here so many times before that you don’t need to look up to see what they look like right now. The image of their inky devil’s lock out of place and messy from your fingers threading through it in the throes of pleasure, the faint remnants of black clinging to their eyes where baby wipes couldn’t quite wash it away, pea-green eyes narrowed and plush lips pursed as their pen flies across the page.

His arm moves just so as he continues to adorn the page with rushed words from the depths of his mind. You know that he’s writing lyrics, but never what those lyrics are until you attend one of Repugnant’s concerts and hear them playing a new song or when you sit in on band practice and listen to them coming up with possible arrangements for what he’s written. That little black book of his is never far from him, kept secure either in his jeans or leather jacket pockets.

However, when you glance up at them now to try and sneak a peek you realise it’s not the same book. No, it’s not the soft black moleskin cover surrounding off-white pages of lined paper that’s in your lover’s grasp tonight. Instead, it’s brown leather and the pages have yellowed with age. You’re not sure what this book contains, but it’s much older than their go-to for scribbling down lyrics in a hurry before inspiration flutters away like leaves in a storm. You don’t even catch one of the words on the page before Mary shuts it and gently bops you on the head with it.

“I see you, nosy.” His tone is teasing and you can’t help but smile. “Trying to get a sneak peek at the goods before I’m ready to give them up?”

“Ah, you caught me! Whatever are we going to do about it?”

He chuckles before leaning over to his drop the book inside his bedside drawer, returning to you just to crawl on top of you with a smirk. Your eyes wander down from his face to his prominent collarbone, bite marks adorning it like tailored accessories made just for him, and then to the faint scars under his pecs. Lower still your gaze travels to the soft stomach you’ve marked up more times than you can bother to recall and the thighs you love digging your fingers into every time they fuck you. It’s while you admire their body that they deliberately grind down against you, leaving you gasping at the friction.

“Maybe what you need is a distraction, hm? Something to keep you occupied so you don’t have time to be so nosy.”

Your hands instinctually grab onto their waist as they roll their hips against you, their t-dick rubbing up against your own with such practised precision you can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips.

“What’s wrong, baby cakes?” They’re teasing you again, mocking you with the little pet name you accidentally gave them once when you were drunk after one of their gigs. “Does it feel too good? Too cock drunk to come up with a response? Don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Mary rocks their hips again, slow and purposeful, and you throw your head back as you give in, all thoughts of the unfamiliar brown book scattering in favour of feeling every sensation they give you.

***

You think you’re hearing things when you return home from work early. A soft, crooning voice emanates from the bedroom accompanied by the strum of an acoustic guitar. Does Mary have a friend over? As far as you’re aware, they don’t have an acoustic and they’ve never sang around you for you to be able to decipher whether it’s them or someone else.

“Mare? That you?”

The singing and guitar stop with a dissonant chord that has you wincing as well as Swedish expletives coming from your shared bedroom. Your lover swiftly appears from behind the door.

“Wasn’t expecting you home so soon. Something happen at work?” The look on his face is one of genuine concern. The last time you’d returned home early, it was because of a family bereavement.

You offer him a reassuring smile. “Nah, they just let me off early. Friday night and all that. Do you have someone over? I thought I heard singing when I came in.”

For a split second, you think you see Mary panic. However, it passes so quickly that you can’t be sure and are quickly distracted by your lover strolling over to press a kiss to your lips and wrap his arms around your waist. His lips are dry and chapped and his tongue tastes like black coffee. It’s more of a stale coffee flavour than fresh, but it’s intoxicating all the same because it’s him and he’s dipping you a little, one of his hands moving up your back to support you as your tongues tangle. When he breaks contact, your chests heaving to catch your breath, he finally speaks.

“Just you and me here, babe. You and me. All alone.”

The way he purrs those last two words stirs something inside you, but something feels… off. They’re trying to distract you, just like they did the other night. Just like every time you venture too close to a particular part of themselves that for whatever reason they refuse to share with you. There’s a sting of hurt at the thought that they don’t trust you enough or don’t want you to get to know that part of them that their friends probably already know so well. You’d call them out on it, but the fear of them ending things because of you pushing too hard has its claws sunk deep within the corners of your mind.

So, you don’t say anything. Instead you wiggle your eyebrows at them and giggle when they growl and playfully slap your behind before leading you to the bathroom to “clean up” after your day at work.

***

You’ve had enough. Enough of the distractions. Enough of him shutting you out. Enough of feeling like you’re not trusted. Perhaps that’s why you’re both arguing so loud that you’re amazed you’ve not received a call or visit from the landlord telling you both to keep the noise down.

“How could you even think that I don’t trust you? After all we’ve been through, how can you think that?”

“Are you kidding me right now, Mare?” The hurt and anger swirl as one within you and you hate the way it makes your face and ears feel so hot. “How am I supposed to feel when all you do is hide from me?”

He groans and drags his hands down his face. “Oh my god, not this again!”

“Yes, this again! You keep shutting me out when I try and get close to you and you know how much that hurts me.”

“What, so I’m not allowed secrets now? I’m not allowed to keep some things just for me?”

“I’m not saying that, and you know it. Every time I think I’m about to be let in you try to distract me with sex!”

It’s the roll of Mary’s eyes that makes you finally snap.

“You know what? Fuck this.” You storm off towards the bedroom, weaving around them as you try and hold back infuriated tears. The thudding of combat boots on wood behind you alerts you to the fact your lover is following behind you and you don’t know if you want to shout at them to leave you alone or break down in their arms.

“Babe, c’mon,” Mary says, reaching out and taking hold of your hand. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to shut you out.”

You scoff. “It certainly feels like you are.”

“I know.” A quiet lull in the midst of your spat. It almost feels too quiet. Too calm. Blood is still blasting through your veins full throttle from the intensity of your arguing. “Let’s just… sit down. Talk. I don’t want to lose you over this.”

Reluctantly, you nod in agreement and the two of you sit on the bed, backs against the headboard and pillows while Mary plays with the fingers on your left hand. The lack of talking does nothing to reassure you that they’re going to give you any explanation, but even in your anger you’re not going to push them. Despite how hurt you are, you trust in them to explain things like they said they will.

“I’ve… never really told you about before.”

Mary doesn’t need to say what before means. You instantly know and watch them, attentive.

“The guys were all there for me when I came out. Mamma and Pappa always supported me and kinda already knew, so that was never the issue. But I thought… I thought that if I sang I’d sound too feminine. Too much like the old me. I hated how feminine I sounded when I sang, so I stopped. It turned out well in the end, of course, because I don’t sing in the band and I never did. But it hurt because I had all these songs I used to write to process my emotions and explore different things and I couldn’t sing them anymore because I didn’t want to hear the old me, you know? Even the band haven’t heard my singing voice before. I’m the only one who’s heard it since I’ve been on T because what if they listen and they think I don’t sound masculine enough or I don’t sound like me? And the band is so niche and specific with its themes around cannibalism and necrophilia and horror that I’ve never felt like I can show them the other songs I wrote as well as the ones that I write in that book now. I don’t want them to view me differently. It would… hurt too much.”

Your fingers intertwine with theirs and give their hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Their eyes become glossy with fresh, unshed tears and you lean in to rest your head on their shoulder, their cheek coming to rest atop your skull as they tilt their head.

“I didn’t mean to shut you out like that.” Mary’s voice shakes as they speak. “It’s just… really scary thinking about sharing it with anyone because it’s something that I’ve kept for myself for so long. I wouldn’t have coped if I sang for you and you thought I didn’t sound masculine enough. Your opinion means a fucking lot to me and I didn’t want to lose you if… if…”

“Hey.” You’re both sat up again, your hands cupping his face so that he’s looking straight at you. “You could never lose me because of your singing. I would love your voice no matter how it sounds because it’s part of you; the person I love. Your voice is perfectly masculine because it’s your voice. I’m so sorry for getting upset at you. I had no idea you were going through this and I shouldn’t have gotten so angry. I should have been patient.”

A tearful smile as their hands rest atop yours. “You have been patient. And you were right. I was trying to distract you with sex because I thought that maybe you’d forget and drop it out and you’d stay longer because you wouldn’t find out about my singing or my songs that I used to write before I met you.”

Your thumbs swipe away the trickling trails that roll down his cheeks. “I won’t force you to share your voice or your songs with me if you’re not comfortable with it, but I promise you that it would never change the way I see you or my feelings for you. I love every single part of you, and that includes your voice and your words in whatever form you use them.”

Mary is quiet. His forehead creases in thought for what feels like an eternity, but again you don’t push. Instead, you gaze into his eyes and caress his face, wiping away any tears that escape as he ponders. When he does eventually move away from you, it’s to reach into the bedside drawer and retrieve the secretive brown book. His fingers trail over the cover and along the edges in reverence before he finally allows himself to place it in your lap. Before you can ask if he’s sure he wants you to have it, he climbs off the bed and pulls out a banged up looking acoustic guitar from under the bed. So it was him playing the guitar that time…

“There’s… a song in there. On the fifth page. I’ve been practising it while you’ve been out at work. I’d like you to hear it. If you want to, I mean.”

Grinning, you pat the spot on the bed beside you and wait until he’s sat cross-legged, guitar in position in his lap, to open it up to the page he wants.

The first thing that sticks out to you is the title: House of Affection. Mary begins to gently strum the chords for the intro as you read through the lyrics scrawled onto the aged page along with his voice. There’s a hit of sadness in the lyrics and the way that your partner sings them. A longing for love etched into their words, but also a weariness weaved into that longing. Wishing for love but not if it comes with deceit and the selfishness of toying with their heart. The desire to not feel that love at all if there is no commitment or genuine intention of reciprocating it. All of it expressed in words arranged in such a way that it could be found in a poetry collection and not seem out of place. Mary puts such emotion and feeling into singing the lyrics that you have no doubt that they come from a place of experience.

And all of that is encompassed in a song less than four minutes in length. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt so moved, not just by the song itself but how much meaning the fact Mary is sharing it with you holds. You’re the only one they’ve shared this with and that is something that has so much more worth to you than any material possession on the planet.

By the time the song is finished, Mary’s hands are quaking. You carefully pluck the guitar from his lap and replace it with yourself, wrapping your arms around them as they cry out of relief and the build up of emotions leading up to this point.

“Thank you, Mary,” your murmur, voice soothing as your rub their back and comb fingers through their hair. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Tears dampen your shirt as they let out the feelings they’d bottled for so long, and you don’t mind. You’d let your beloved cry all night if they need to. Anything to help release the pent up feelings and thoughts they’d kept concealed and hidden away for so many years. You’re not sure how they managed to cope like this for so long, but you’re glad that they won’t have to anymore.

“I love you so, so much,” you tell him, kissing whatever part of his head you can reach in your embrace. There’s a sniffle and a sound that leaves his mouth before he starts crying again and you let him.

After fifteen minutes of them crying in your arms, Mary eventually calms down and lifts their head to look at you. Their eyes are ready and puffy, nose and cheeks flushed, eyelashes wet. You delicately kiss their eyelids, their forehead, nose, lips. Lips over and over until they finally laugh softly and you can see their smile again.

“I love you too. Thank you for not judging me.”

“Of course. I would never judge you. Never.”

With the way Mary leans in to kiss you again, fingers curling into your shirt to pull you in so close that your bodies could meld into one, you believe them.

[annahxredaxted]

Dadvid~

Thanks @itsdaifuku for the request!

Also thanks @angelcactus for the Shaw kid’s name!

Genre: fluff

Pairs: Angel/David and lil baby Shaw

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“Daddy,” no response “,Daddy?” Gabby asked again

“In here!” David yelled from the office

Gabby waddle her way into his office, latching on to her bear uncle Asher gave her, slowly opening the door and peeking through

“Daddy?” She whispered

“Yes ?” He whispered back with a shadow of a smile

“Can you get me some milk please I can’t reach it..” gabby asked looking awkward swaying around in the doorway.

David slowly stood up and walked over to gabby, and held out a finger for her to grab, she grabbed it with a full hand

Tiny ass hand and big ass fingers

“Okay gabs come on.” He said hunched over while gabby led him to the kitchen.

Once they got in there, he could tell that it was evident that gabby attempted to pour her own glass but, needless to say failed.

“Ah gabby..” David looked at the split milk on the floor, dripping off the counter, and the broken glass on the floor and the stool, by the cupboard.

“I sorry daddy, I was firsty..”

“Thirsty.” David corrected, he thought correct grammar was important even if she was only three years old.

“It’s alright honey, I’ll clean it up then grab you a cup of milk, but hey,” he paused waiting for her to make eye contact “,just ask for help next time okay?”

She nodded and giggled

“Oh, oh daddy!” He shot his head around

“Yes ?” He asked

“Look at this bear uncle Asher gave me!” She held up the bear, it was brown, with black button eyes and about half the size of gabby.

Even though gabby had already shown her dad the bear probably more times then David’s age, he still acted surprised

“Oh wow it’s a great bear honey, be sure to tell uncle Asher thank you.”

She nodded in agreement

David lifted gabby up and sat her on a counter that wasn’t drenched in milk and walked over to the drawer with the towels in them and started to clean.

“Daddy..” gabby asked

“When’s mommy/Daddy, getting home?”

“Soon. Why?” He asked looking up from the counter he was wiping

“There’s a car outside, maybe it’s them.” She said pointing out the window to a car that sure enough was angels.

He smiled, it was a Saturday and angel only had to run a few errands so now he could spend time with his entire family all together.

“Yeah it is, now here,” he let her down from the counter “,go wait by the front door.”

“Oki!” She waddled off to the door to wait for angel.

David was still tidying the mess gabby made, but he didn’t mind.

He wiped up the milk and swept up the glass, when he heard the door knob click

“Mommy!/Daddy!” He heard gabby yell from the other room.

“Hi nugget!” Angel said picking gabby up and swinging her around.

Gabby chuckled hysterically while angel held her.

David walked in on the two and smiled, angel was good with kids. Fuck angel was great with kids.

“Welcome home angel..” David said walking towards the two, and hugged both of them, he gave Angel a quick kiss on the lips and gabby stiffened her face

“Ewwwww” she said and made a fake gaging sound

Angel chuckled and started kissing gabby all over her face.

“Aww Ewww” angel said mockingly and laughing

“Alright Alright you two knock it off.” David said taking gabby from angels arms

“Did you still want a glass of milk or you wanna help me make lunch?” He asked ruffling her hair.

“Both!” She yelled putting her hands up in victory

He chuckled

“Okay princess let’s go.”

They walked toward the kitchen whilst gabby chanted

“Milk, Milk,Milk,Milk!”

“I’ll be right there I need to get changed.” Angel said signaling to their shared bedroom.

David nodded, and continued to walk to the kitchen

☆▽☆

“Alright Princess what do you think we should have for lunch?”

He asked setting her on the counter she was previously on.

“Raman!” She said

His eyes shocked and he sighed.

“Mom/Dad, taught you that didn’t they?” He said rubbing the bridge of his nose

“Yup!” She hugged her teddy bear again.

“Okay okay fine. But we’re not making those nasty two minute ones, if I’m eating Raman we’re having the real deal.” He said

“Peek a boo!” Angel said from behind gabby and David

“Mama!/Dada!” Gabby exclaimed at the sight of their not-so-favorite parent.

“Hi baby!” They pinched gabby nose and kissed it.

David chucked again.

“So big daddio. Raman? I hear?” They grinned

He sighed but it turned into a chuckle.

“Yes angel, I’m making Raman, but my style

They did a little victory dance.

Gabby clapped and laughed

And David smiled

One big happy family

The End

[writing-by-mimi]

One sentence writing prompts

Lucifer #1 "Are...Are those my underwear?"

Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

It was utterly ridiculous. Why he had agreed, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was the need to bond with his brothers, the need to put Satan and Belphie in there places and prove he could do anything, maybe it had been the bottle of Demonus and Diavolo laughing as he gave the dare. Diavolo rarely had times to act 'normal', and you had pleaded for him to be just a bit more open to 'shenanigans' and to include the Prince.

      He was regretting telling you he would.

      Now he was in your room looking through your underwear drawer. He needed to obtain one pair of lacy underwear, which everyone knew you owned because Asmodeus couldn't shut his mouth about how cute your butt looked in them.

      Ridiculous.

      You were out, only leaving 'the men' to their own devices. Asmo had taken you shopping, hence the perfect time for such a stupid dare to be laid.

     He had pulled every item out of the drawer, no lace underwear. He let out sigh and moved to your dirty laundry. Digging through the basket revealed nothing.

      A dilemma.

     They weren't in your room....which meant you had them on.

     He could always just teleport and buy a pair, say they were yours and move along with the game. You also had a pair that had lace on them...while not the lace underwear specifically talked of, it would be partially correct. He couldn't help you were wearing them and that hadn't been discussed in the dare.

     "Are...are those my underwear?"

     Lucifer froze, hands still holding a pair of your underwear up as he slowly turned his head. "Mc, this is your fault." He sighed.

     "How the hell is it my fault that you are playing in my underwear drawer?!" The nerve of this man sometimes!

      "You insisted I allow Lord Diavolo more 'normal' activity. This is the consequences of your own actions."

     "Oh, so Lord Diavolo told you, the Avatar he trust most, to sneak into my room, go through my underwear...and what?"

     "You are on the correct track, Mc." He dropped the underwear he was holding onto the pile nonchalantly. "Lord Diavolo has issued me a dare. To complete it, I need to bring Lord Diavolo the lace set of underwear Asmodeus won't shut up about." He informed as he stood and straightened his outfit. "I can not find them, so you must have them on. So, off with them, Mc."

     "Excuse me?!"

     "You heard me the first time, Mc. Off with them."

     "No!"

    "Yes."

     "You are not taking my used underwear anywhere and showing it to everyone just for your pride!"

     His eyes narrowed, "That's were you seem to be wrong, Mc." The smile on his face never wavered as he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

     "Lucifer! You drunk prick! Put me down!" Slamming your fist into his back did not good as his hold persisted.

     "No. I'm completing the dare. As I said Mc, consequences of your actions."

     "Lucifer!"

       The change in lighting and the warmth of the room signaling you had changed rooms happened abruptly. Lucifer had teleported. "Put me down this instant!"

     "As you wish." The playful tone and slight slur would have been cute, had he not dumped you onto another being. Hand pulled st your pants as your underwear was pulled up slightly. "The lace underwear, as requested."

       Mammon sighed and handed Leviathan a twenty.

       Lucifer had dumped you on Lord Diavolo's lap. All you could do was stare in shock as he stared to your exposed underwear. "Stop looking!" You quickly squirmed and pulled the side of your pants up as you rolled yourself off of the Prince's lap.

      "Well, it seems Lucifer has completed his dare!" A boustoirus laugh left Diavolo as he watched you fume, your 'angry face' akin to a small angry kitten. "Mc, would you like to play?"

       "Only if I get to ask 3 times in a row."

     "I agree! You do need to catch up. Does anyone object? Will this spoil men's night?"

      Mammon held his face straight. Lord Diavolo and Lucifer were gonna be your prime objectives, and they were both just drunk enough this was going to be interesting. "Nah, Mc can hang for a bit, then Asmo an 'em can go out to eat or somethin'. Yer go Mc." Mammon smiled as another laugh left Diavolo.

      "Lucifer, truth or dare?" You smiled, standing up from your spot on the floor.

     "You're going to try and punish me if I choose dare. Remember to be careful, Mc." His voice only held a small growl as his face flushed. "Truth."

      "Wow. Did not expect the Avatar of Pride to be a chicken." You scoffed.

     "I am no chicken." He glared. "Dare."

     Him being drunk made this too easy. "Since you and Diavolo have such an unhealthy obsession with my underwear, I dare you to take my underwear off of me, and put them onto Lord Diavolo, then get another pair of my underwear and have Lord Diavolo put that pair on you for the remainder of men's night." You had him, hook, line and sinker. The Avatar of Pride being inebriated was the perfect combination, it wouldn't happen otherwise.

     Mammon slapped Satan's knee and held back a laugh. His brothers eyes full of his own glee as he held his own laugh back.

     "Mc..." Lucifer growled. "That is not appropriate."

     "It's not appropriate for you and Diavolo to obsess about my underwear, yet here we are. Or are you just a big chicken? My word, to think the Avatar of Pride can't take underwear off of someone...embarrassing." You shook your head. "Or is it perhaps the putting it on you aren't very good at?" You frowned, as you turned to sit.

     "Lord Diavolo, would you care to accompany me?" The tone of Lucifer sent a shiver down your spine as you were again hoisted up like a ragdoll.

       "The rules of men's night dictate I never "leave a bro hanging"." He stood up, swaying for a moment before following Lucifer from the room.

      "So everyone is taking pictures for this, ya?" Mammon smiled as the room erupted into laughter.

---

     "Lu, ya know I could of walked to your room." You glared up to him as he set you down on your feet this time. Barely having any sort of balance, the first born pushed you forward onto his bed, pants being drug down.

      "Asmodeus was right. Those underwear do incredible things for your ass, Mc." Diavolos compliment making you blush.

      Lucifer yanked your pants off the rest of the way, his fingers sliding into your waist band made you squirm. "Consequences of your actions." His breath heavy in your ears made you shiver again as he moved down to pull them from you. The care he took was enough to make you blush. Fingers slowly tracing over your skin as he moved them down your thighs.

     "Plot twist, it does not appear to be the underwear that give you a shapely form, Mc."

      "Thank you." You awkwardly yelled, face buried in Lucifers bed spread. This was supposed to be embarrassing for both of them!

      Lucifer had gotten your underwear off and onto Diavolo by time you felt confident enough to lift your face up and quickly pull your pants up. The sight if the Prince in Lace underwear did you no favors, face being completely darkened by a heavy flush as your eyes couldn't help but trace his cock.

     "I do believe Mc likes this dare more than they will ever admit." Lucifers eyes held a playfulness.

     "You still have to wear a pair, and I have two more ask left." You fumed as you watched Diavolo pull his pants up and do his belt.

      "These are surprisingly soft." The prince wiggled his hips. "I expected more chaffing."    

---

    Diavolo was the one to pick you up next, laughing the whole time as he picked ypu up like a small child and carried you on his hip. "Your too drunk for this, you're gonna drop me." You held tightly with your legs as your arms did their best to hold around his chest.

      "Hardly." He smiled down. "You look like a cute little koala like this."

      "Many would kill for a ride on my hip Mc. Be thankful, it's not something anyone else has had the pleasure to do."

       All you could do was turn as far as you could away from him. "Oh, yes. I'm so excited." You spat the comment out with a healthy dose of sarcasm.

     "Well, I for one am having a great time tonight. I am very excited." He smiled as he released you so you could slide down his body to the ground. "Make sure you watch this time, Mc." He winked as he held the door open for you and Lucifer.

       You were internally screaming. Diavolo three sheets to the wind was very bold and playful.

      "Oh, you should wear these." Diavolo tossed a pair to the fallen angel. Red silk. "It compliments your eyes."

     "Fine. Get to it." He tossed them back to him.

      "Remember Mc, eyes on the prize. His voice was sultry as he fell to his knees in front of Lucifer, slowly undoing his pants.

     When Diavolo slowly pulled Lucifers boxers down, you understood in that moment how Leviathan could pass out and have a nose bleed.

      Him redressing the Avatar was just as seductive...although, Diavolo was the Prince of Demons... things like this were his fort'e. It didn't make it any less sexy.

       Lucifer had even played along too, never looking away from you, panting as Lord Diavolos hands slid up and down his thighs...

     You'd think about this moment for years to come.

      As quick as it started it was over. Diavolo giving a jovial laugh as he had helped Lucifer complete his dare, and not 'left a bro hanging'. If you hadn't just been witness to the softcore porn taking place in your own room in front of your eyes, it would have been sweet and endearing.

--

You must have been lost in thought, because the next thing you knew you were tossed onto the couch. "Could you be careful?"

     "I could, but it seems you have not opted for careful tonight." Lucifer smirked as he sat again. "Go on Mc. You've two left after all." He crossed his legs and picked up his tumbler of Demonus.

     All you could do was gulp and try to pull yourself together as Lucifers eyes never left you. "Lucifer, Truth or dare?"

     "Dare of course, Darling." His smirk still hadn't left him.

     "I dare you to.."

Y'all can use your imaginations, right? 😏😉

[imthepunchlord]

Random Story Setting Idea (you don't have to do anything with this if you don't want to, I just want to see writers' thoughts when they hear these prompts):

A charming and inviting cafe with steampunk-inspired decor and clockwork gadgets in a world where people can change their physical form.

Celest wondered if this had been a good idea.

She had her suspicions, and she felt she had to act on them. The integrity of Julian Joyrous was at stake. She knows that for elves, accusation of theft were not to be treated lightly. They were proud people, and held themselves to a high standard.

It had been such a seen when Hydraal rampaged her way into their study date, grabbing the elf by his throat and hauling him back to his room. The draconian then ripped out the drawers of his dresser, revealing her stolen treasure.

Celest tried to reason that it was a framing, that there was no way that Julian would loser himself to such standards.

But Hydraal would not be so easily soothed.

And poor Julian looked so enraged and shocked, Celest feared that he was going to faint.

It was with luck that Headmistress Katlyn was able to calm Hydraal down, promising that they'd look into this, in her own coy cat-like manner. It really had been quite a sight seeing the two foot tall black cat staring up at the nine foot dragon-like being, not even batting an eye as icy mist blew past Hydraal's nostrils. But she was the headmaster of the College of Valore. She wouldn't be so if she was so easily intimidated.

But fortunately, or unfortunately, Celest did have an idea on who had done it.

She could always sense the small shift, that brush of fae magic. She had suspected for a while, and with this, maybe it was time to confirm it.

Still, she wondered if this was a good idea.

Celest looked around the Tinker, her favorite cafe that she discovered during her time attending the College of Valore. As an artificer, she longed enjoyed the various clocks and gadgets set around the cafe, the hum of their clicks and the thrum of magic that powered them. It made her think of home. Of her father's workshop. If she closed her eyes, she could be there, joining them as they worked on updating her mother's stave...

"If I was a date, I'd be put off seeing you look ready for a nap."

Celest had a start, looking up to see him here.

The quirky and enigmatic Lestrey.

To most, he looked like a common human. Brown hair, brown eyes, peach colored skin; but Celest could always feel something was off with him. And for someone who didn't attend her College, it was weird to see him hanging around.

She narrowed her eyes, and corrected him strictly, "This is not a date."

"Good. As the addition of your fuzzy buddy would also throw off your potential suitor."

Celest's brow furrowed in confusion, and looked over her shoulder and groaned.

There, a couple of tables away, sat Lunu. The bugbear perked when their eyes met, and all four arms whipped out to wave at her excitedly, the moth-like being oblivious so her quiet exhaustion seeing him.

She groaned, turning away and burying her face in her hands. "He's not supposed to be here," she mumbled.

Did that mean Lunu was nearby for her study date?!

Lestrey laughed good naturally, plopping down in the chair across from her. He offered in a merry tone, "I say take it as a compliment. Most think bugbears are drawn to fire but in truth, they're drawn to light." He gave her a wink. "Maybe there's more to your brilliance than you realize."

Celest gave him a flat stare, not believing him at all.

The youngest daughter of a blacksmith and a local caption of guards? In one of the smaller villages in the outskirts of Chivalryon?

Celest was certain it was only because she made herself a self-lighting lantern.

She was a little surprised that bugbears didn't flock to elves more often, they were the favored children of Nus, were they not? The brightest god of all?

Clearing her throat as she pushed those thoughts back, she gave a fast look around to make sure no one was listening. Lunu was closest, but the overgrown moth wasn't going to blab anything to anyone. So Celest leaned forward, giving Lestrey a hard stare.

Amused and intrigued, Lestrey leaned towards her as well, head tilted curiously.

In a whisper, she half stated, half accused, "You're a changeling, aren't you?"

For a moment, Lestrey just blinked at her, his smile dropping. He didn't look as surprised as Celest anticipated, just vacant. She quickly continued before the troublemaker could reply.

"And you're targeting Julian, you framed him with theft."

Lestrey released a breathe, his lips quirkiness up. "Haa, that's quite a bold accusation. You got a lot on confidence in that?"

"I can feel the fae magic from you," Celest insisted. "It's like... a change. You're never far every time I feel it."

He hummed thoughtfully, closing his eyes as he lent on his hand. "And how can a fully human artist such as yourself sense that?"

Celest winced, looking down at her hands sheepishly. "I, I don't know," she admitted.

Technically, her sensitivity to magic in general should be low. Even if artists were mages, their magic was so weak they needed mediums to wield magic. Which has led to many unique magic usage, much of it has been awe inspiring, but it did mean a weak connection to magic. Celest, as an artistic artificer, shouldn't have any means of sensing magic.

So how could she sense Lestrey?

"See, this is ehy I think there's more to your 'brilliance' than you realize. Are you sure of your heritage? Or were you classified right? Sure you're not a wizard?"

Celest scoffed. "I'm definitely not a wizard. I can't even cast a simple ember! And, yes, I am certain of my heritage."

"I don't know," Lestrey drawled out. "You did get lost in the Chasmic Maze, and you didn't have your little light up thing. It is pitch black down there, but you got around pretty decently."

Celest frowned. That was true... then she had a start. She snapped, pointing a serious finger at him. "Hey! Don't change the subject!"

He held up his hands in mock defense, but kept his aggravating smirk.

"You are a changeling." Her glare softened slightly. "And you were there to see me out."

He blew out a sigh, pouting. But he did have his irises go white for a moment, all the confirmation that she needed, before his eyes went back to brown.

"Why did you frame Julian?" Celest asked.

"I was bored, and I thought it'd be funny."

"That's it?!"

"Well..." Lestrey drawled, "I guess I was feeling rather petty."

"What did he do?" Celest wondered cautiously.

Staring at her with a cold expression, Lestrey stated in a serious tone, "He took the last elderberry muffin from the Glazed Gooseberry Bakery."

"Are you..." Celest couldn't even finish her sentence groaning in frustration.

"So what now?"

Celest glanced his way. "What do you mean?"

"You discovered a wicked changeling lives in your community. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to have you confess and clear the air between Julian and Hydraal," Celest stated, like it should be obvious.

"...That's it?"

"Yes."

"Hm, nah."

Before Celest could insist he does, the satyr clerk at the counter called out in a bored tone, "A creamy coffee and chocolate chip muffin for a Dreamy McGee?"

Lestrey was on his feet and at the counter in a flash, giving her a wink as he loudly called out, "Thanks for covering for me babe! Love you! See you next time."

In a big flashy rush, he was out the door, leaving her gaping at the table.

The bored clerk turned to her, stating, "That'll be fifteen coppers."

Celest growled to herself, muttering a curse.

The satyr frowned at her. "With that attitude, it's now twenty coppers."

"What?! No! I'm sorry! I take it back!"

[onsunnyside]

ah okay!! sorry if i offended anyone w that word !!!

the dynamic with curtis x airhead!reader would definitely be black cat bf w golden retriever gf, imagine reader dragging him to go shopping. he complains when u ask him to go, but he secretly loves going even tho he’s very much “🧍😐” the whole time, even when telling u how pretty u look in various articles.

curtis just let’s u be the dumb little flower u are, and maybe sometimes most times even indulges in it by teasing u or purposely asking u hard questions, occasionally throws in a little—

“repeat what u said…that sounded right to u?” and just moving on when u happily nod ur head.

he carries ur purse for u when u get tired of holding it, ur shoes too when ur feet ache, and definitely grumpily gives u his jacket when ur cold (even tho he warned u the temperatures would drop later but u insisted on not covering the perfect outfit). and he’ll grumpily sit with u at the nail salon and help u pick colors. so yeah, he’s definitely a grumpy baby all around, but he has the softest spot for his dumb princess (it’s a bit hidden but it’s there) <3

ooo he also definitely has a little sticker on the passengers side that says “y/n’s seat” in cursive in ur favorite color bc he definitely drives u everywhere bc u suck at driving. ur his lil passenger princess <3

now with steve, it’s probably the same abt just letting u be dumb, but he kindly corrects u when u say or do something ridiculously dumb like cutting food the wrong way—

“cut away from your body or you’ll hurt yourself, doll.” with gentle hands redirecting ur hands to a safer position, leaving a peck to ur temple before turning back to the stove <3

maybe u get to tag along for a meeting with the team one day and u pitch in an idea (a really awful one but A for effort) and steve just pats your thigh or your head (it makes ur heart flutter, every time he does that ur smile grows 10x wider) with a quick “good job, baby, that was a good suggestion.” and everyone else has just learned to accept and sweetly smile at ur cluelessness.

like curtis, steve also one hundred percent loves going shopping with u but he more outwardly shows it, and sometimes even asks if he can tag along if he’s not busy.

one time he made a suggestion of a certain shirt and u looked at him in bewilderment “sage green is a fall color stevie. i can’t wear that to a brunch in the middle of summer!”

he now only gives suggestions if u ask for them.

he will also gladly hold ur purse and shoes, and if there’s a store nearby he’ll just buy u slippers to change into or just carry u to the car. he’s started carrying extra pairs of flat shoes for u in his car when y’all go out together, an extra jacket too.

AH. OK IM RAMBLING, i could go on and on but airhead!reader literally has my heart if u couldn’t tell🫶

ok i love this so much bestie !! airhead!reader officially has my heart too 🤧

Curtis: just the thought of you skipping around happily without a care in the world, while curtis is always looks pissed or bored, very much resting bitch face. i bet you forget your things everywhere, and he's always picking up after you (he doesn't mind and actually loves it bc whenever he gives you something you 'lost' he gets a kiss), you've left flowers in his pockets, lost plenty of lipglosses in his car, left your clothes/belongings in his bedroom—which contrasts with his dark, bland and masculine-esque decor. he eventually gave you your own drawer and section in his closet to try to keep things tidy, but it never works and your clothes and things are basically mixed with his.

you stare at him and tilt your head whenever you don't understand something, he even calls you pup/puppy bc of it 🥹 god i love grumpy bf curtis with the softest squishiest spot for you, his dumb princess !! all his disgruntled huffs, doing all the thinking for you, his little airhead, but you never listen anyway. (i agree about not covering a cute outfit, i would rather freeze than hide my cute clothes !!) AHH AND THAT BIT ABOUT THE STICKER ?? YES YES YES, HE ALSO GETS YOU A MOTORCYCLE HELMET IN YOUR FAVE COLOUR BC:

"gotta protect your dumb head, baby. even though you don't have much in there, huh?" he waits for a reply, for you to pout and stomp your foot, but you're too distracted with his new chain with a charm of your initial. "Princess."

"huh?" you look up, blindly dumbly. "did you say something?"

Steve: oh my, protective bf!steve with dumb reader 🥹🥹 he's saved you from plenty of accidents but not all of them, and if you happen to get hurt around him, he always makes sure to take good care of you. he has a first aid kit in his car bc of you.

head pats !! thigh pats !! praise !! steve is the best daddy !! so chivalrous and sweet !! he loves planning dates for you two bc you're too clueless to notice how suspicious he's acting. it makes for the best surprises !!

i would love to add you to my anon list !! here's the current list, feel free to pick emojis, words, or both !!

[manonamora-if]

Project Status and Plans

All projects and their relevant links are listed here or here.

2023 Resolutions:

Get things off my desk and shelf it for good.

Avoid starting new ones, or at least starting new WIPs

Continue to do Word Crimes (and maybe Code Crimes)

Under the break:

Project Status and Current To-Do's

Future Projects

/ . /

Project Status and Current To-Do's:

Meeting the Parents

Remaster Completed - Maintenance when needed

Crimson Rose & White Lily

Hiatus - Correct bugs - Redesign the Codexes - Complete Scene 5 (and Scene 2 variations?)

Exquisite Cadaver

Hiatus - Fix UI - QoL update of textbox and translated text - Add missing scenes and Endings - Fix Endless Mode - Look into French localization (unlikely) - Fix the blog

SPS Iron Hammer

Complete Future: remaster with complete story and gameplay

The Thick Table Tavern

Complete - Update Planned - Fix UI (look into mobile scaling) - Fix coding bugs (esp. Arcade Mode) - Re-writes of current text - Add missing storylets - Include recurring characters

The Trials and Tribulations of Edward Harcourt

Work In Progress - dependent on writer - Complete next round of edit and code - Package as a completed product

La Petite Mort

Completed - Update in the Works - Fix UI - Add missing rooms, content and endings - Correct the Inventory Mechanic - Fix display of elements - Translate into English

Goncharov Escapes!

Remaster Completed - Maintenance when needed

P-Rix - Space Trucker

Hiatus - Fix animations (esp text) and autoscrolling - Add the missing content - Look into French localization

DOL-OS

Remaster Completed - Maintenance when needed

The Rye in the Dark City

Hiatus - Fix UI - Double check Act 1 and fix errors - Add Act 2 and 3

The Roads not Taken

Complete - Update Planned - Iron-out the UI + display element - Fix parser gameplay (esp direction) - Add missing element/actions - Look into French localization

Entre-d’œufs coquilles An Eggscellent Preparation

Complete - Update Planned - Fix current bugs and issues (wrong text display and main puzzle) - Retranslate to French - Repackage into one page - Upload to IF Archive + GitHub

The Dinner

Complete - Update Planned - Complete missing courses and Final Beat - Add alternative options + rewind endings - Look into French localization

Templates and Guides

Work In Progress - unlikely to be complete - SugarCube Guide: add missing APIs, commonly used blocks of code, functionality, UI changes, JavaScript code; fix some small errors, add SGDocu theme - Templates: make more for fun; planned: title page. Also add the missing pictures of the templates on itch.

Complete - nothing will change here - Tweego Guide - CScript to SugarCube Guide

Tiny Games

Le Jeu de la Dévotion: fix the typos + English translation

À La Campagne

Collision

Intersigne

Clarence Street, 14

Other To-Do's

Prompts: put them in separate collection

Empty Inbox

Re-design itch pages: consistent style between main games

Re-format Tumblr intro posts: consistent style between posts

Continue to Host Jams

Continue to Play and Review Games

Take care of those damn wrists and hands.

Future Projects

Those projects are TBD in everything. They would probably start then the above To-Do has decreased. The titles are WIP titles. This is not the complete list I have hidden in a drawer or other desk bunnies. They might not be Twine games, or IF games either...

Quest Town

A RPG-style adventure, where you play as a beginner adventurer on the road to greatness and treasure. Along the way, you encounter people needing your help, with promise of rewards in return.

This would include a leveling system, inventory system, combat gameplay, travelling back and forth between location, storylets...

Project Status: Not Started

IFComp/SpringThing 2024-5?

A puzzle-focus escape-room, in hypertext/visually interactive form. Multiple rooms with different puzzle and interconnectedness. Story with mystery.

I technically have a title for it, and the pun is still making me giggle. But keeping this in my sleeve.

Project Status: Mock-up, some puzzles coded.

CRWL Side-quel

A Razac-focused story, either as a prequel, during the event of the games, sequel, or plain alternate universe. Mainly because I've been playing him in a TTRPG session and he's a fun character I want to explore further.

Project Status: Not Started

Sword Vigilante F/F Rivalry

Because there are not enough of those, and I can just go all in with the humour, camp, gushing, innuendos and puns, and of course... betraaaaayyyaals. Think Zorro but with more sword ladies.

Project Status: Not Started

TTTT Sequel - Bron(m?)'s Quest

Essentially a similar gameplay from TTTT but with food instead of drinks. Help Brom(n?) prepare food for the customers.

Project Status: Not Started

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #477 - "Strength & Honor"

Originally posted on April 22nd, 2010

Story, Letters - Carlos Oliveros Art - Iván Mas

Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: Per deviantART, this was actually a test for an IDW comic featuring Overlord! IDW didn’t do anything with it, for obvious reasons. I’ve decided to serialise it here for the archive, as it’s basically an extension of Mas’ and Oliveros’ work on “Human Component”. I’ve included various bits of commentary from Mas, from various bits of ancillary artwork.

Well, here are some designs I did for an acquaintance who had a project related to this character and that will be rotting in some drawer in San Diego.. to the detriment of other things that are being edited.... say...... different........ is what there is........... a shame, because the thing looked pretty good.

In fact I think I like this person quite a lot how he does things, he has good and clear ideas, projects that are more than interesting and he is serious.

About Overlord... oof! what a great character! his toy seems to me one of the best that were released in the Transformers line, very playable, with many possibilities.

Let's see if I can put the complete "base" mode.

Well.... here is a scene that recreates a little bit the chapters of Masterfroce in which Ginrai is defeated by Overlord and in some way the duality that the character has due to its human components...

I really would have also liked to show the previous battle... but... everything can't be.... even so, it wasn't bad at all, although it is true that once finished I would have preferred to change the second panel, or add some other....

It didn’t turn out all bad.

This is a panel for a Mosaic about Overlord, which also at the time served as a pitch for an IDW project about this character. In the end, the project was dismissed because he was a Japanese character, and they claimed that he had no market in the US because he wasn't a well-known character.

For a project that I imagine IDW would have discarded, because it's not very much in the editorial and sales line they have.

It's always fun to do this kind of things... don't look too much at the drawing itself, the anatomy is not right, I corrected it, I have a file with a good drawing. I focused basically on the shapes and details of the armor. There are also some perspective errors etc... but well, for what I was interested in, I didn't care.

In any case I wanted that the aspect of these armors had a somewhat different look from the rest, those of Giga and Mega are more threatening, they look more organic, they are more violent, perhaps more exaggerated and lavish, as they spend almost all the time in an underwater base, I thought that perhaps it would be good that they had the aspect of a crustacean or something like that.

I eliminated the exaggerated spikes on the forearms, they are uncomfortable to draw and neither functional nor anatomical, but I replaced them with smaller ones and for more quantity respecting the spirit of the character, the ones on the shoulders, I had to keep them, they were too characteristic.

In any case it is an armor with a lot of detail, it was a challenge to draw it in each vignette, but well, I don't know what was more complex if it was the challenge of doing the intricate and complex script or the realistic and detailed drawing. But it was worth it. You would have liked it...

It's cool, the basic shapes are very similar to the old design, the basics are kept, here Giga appears without a helmet, the helmet was intended to be retractable, that somehow was collected behind, and when he wanted to start to pile up many pieces around the face to form the helmet.

So nice. maybe now that I will have a few days with time, I will dedicate myself to draw the whole scene where this man appeared in this pose....

One of the designs for the Masterforce series that I prepared and that has not been carried out. I tried to respect the original design as well as the outlandish colors as much as possible "correcting" some things that actually, were not quite right.

A little bit of quick color to have more or less clear the range, and ... the cape is an original creation, I think it simply looked good and brought that majestic air that the category of the character has in the original series. I thought that maybe like the helmet, it could simply be retractable and ready.

[sweeethinny]

Life was too cruel for you, but now it's over - Part II

I changed the name of the fic, but it's the second part of the fanfic where Jily lives and Lily believes she's pregnant but can't take the pregnancy test - here now finally published on AO3!

thanks to @startanewdream who made me think about this fanfic again

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Another week had passed since that fateful day when Lily sat and stared at the pregnancy test in front of her, and since then, the object has remained untouched in a drawer, among her socks and scarves, just waiting to be used.

And no matter how much time passed, and if it had been almost two weeks since her period was late—something that had only happened once in her entire life, and that was when she was pregnant with Harry—she was still mortified with fear.

She tried to talk to James, and even Harry about it, but she always deflected the subject, feeling silently judged by the two of them, terrified of what they would think of her.

Lily should have known how to take care of herself at forty, and she should have remembered to take the potion at the correct time… it wasn't a lesson she wanted to be passing on to Harry, who had just moved out of his parents' house to live with Ginny.

It was like she was letting everyone and herself down.

Lily just wanted to cry.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Apolo on her lap and the pregnancy test in her hand, Lily nearly jumped out of her body when a roar in the fireplace was heard and the flames turned green, Sirius jumping through them looking confused and lost, all covered in ash. “Oh shit,” he muttered to himself before looking over at Lily, looking petrified in place—as much as Apolo had run to hide under the couch, always startled by the noises Floo made. ''Sorry Lils, I was supposed to go home, but there's something in our floo that's been making us fall into other houses instead of ours and... what's that in your hand?''

His eyes, always so smart and knowing, landed on her hand, especially on the pregnancy test Lily held as if she depended on it to stay alive. Sirius' blue irises seemed to grow on her face as he widened his eyes, mouth slightly open, also mortified in place, staring at Lily as if all the words had fled his brain. And she didn't judge him, because she felt the same.

The two stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Sirius blinked and approached, sitting down next to Lily, and wordlessly hugging her.

It was all she needed at that moment.

A river of tears formed and ran down Lily's eyes, wetting the velvet cloak Sirius was wearing; the sobs echoed through the empty, silent house, as if Lily were a little girl who had fallen off her bicycle and now needed her father to hold her and tend to her scraped knee.

But this time, it would take a lot more than a bandage and a kiss on the wound for the pain and all the emotions to settle in her chest.

“It's okay… it's going to be okay,” Sirius muttered to her, stroking her hair as he once did when James was injured during a mission and was in the hospital. "I'm here... we're all here," Lily didn't know if Sirius really understood the gravity of the situation, or if that in her hand was really a pregnancy test, but maybe, after so many years, he'd finally created a better emotionally side than when he was younger and thought he was king of the world.

''I'm scared,'' Lily sobbed, clutching his cloak as if it were her life raft. ''What will James think?''

''He's going to be more than happy, Lils,'' Sirius tightened his arms around her. ''Why is you thinking about that?''

''I...'' Lily stopped, not knowing how to vocalize what the voices in her head had been screaming in her mind ever since she began to suspect this pregnancy. It was such a cruel thing, even she was aware of it, not wanting other people to find out how mean she could be to herself. ''I don't know if I can be a mother, Sirius,''

''But you're already Lily,'' He pulled her away from her embrace, making her look at him. ''What's the difference now?''

"I don't know if I know how to be a mother of a… normal child.'' Lily put her hand over her mouth, hating herself so much for even thinking about it. Sirius, however, didn't seem to hate her for what she'd said.

''It's an understanding fear.'' was all he said.

The two hugged again, Sirius looking much more willing to allow Lily to cry over him and be one hundred percent vulnerable than at other times where the two had been in situations that called for it.

Time seemed to pass slowly there, the two of them holding each other, waiting until all the tears Lily had been keeping to herself were gone and she could take a deep breath again without sobbing and crying again. When that finally happened, Sirius wiped her face, kissed her forehead like a big brother, and looked into her eyes;

''You are an amazing mother, Lily. You were a mother in a very unusual situation, yes, but even so, you were the best you could be. And if in that chaotic world you already made flowers grow on dead land, imagine now where you can experience that moment again, but with the tranquility you should have had the first time,''

''But that's what scares me,'' she said, filling her lungs with air. ''What if I only know how to be a mother under these circumstances? The past will never stop chasing me Sirius, I feel like I've been waiting for someone to come along and try to kill this kid too, you know?'' Sirius nodded, taking a deep breath along with Lily. ''The tranquility scares me,'' Lily gave a humorless laugh, rolling her eyes. “What a silly thing to say.”

''Don't be so mean to yourself, Lils,'' Sirius smiled sadly at her, holding her face with immense affection. ''We, unfortunately, didn't have an easy life and grew up in situations that weren't normal or kind to us, Harry mainly, but now, it's over. As scary as it is at first, peace and tranquility are things that should have been normal for us, and gradually it will become routine, so I understand your fear, but don't think you're alone in this ocean. We are all with you. Believe me, James is just as afraid as you are, as are Harry, me, Moony… For different reasons, of course, but we all also fear tranquility because we’ve been used to chaos.”

"Since when did you become so therapeutic?" Lily chuckled softly, sniffling and blinking away the tears that had formed again.

''You know, Robards makes us go to lectures on mental health,'' He shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. “And Hestia and I are going to that couples therapy… no one is letting me be crazy in peace anymore.”

Lily laughed at her friend, glad he was there with her, much calmer than she had been hours before, even minutes ago.

''Thanks,'' She kissed him on the cheek, giving Sirius one more tight hug. ''Really.''

''Always here, Lils,'' Sirius kissed the top of her head again. ''Want to be alone?''

''No, I... stay with me while I take the test,'' He nodded, and the two headed upstairs, towards Lily and James' room. Sirius remained seated in the chair in their closet while Lily went to the bathroom, her hands shaking and sweaty clutching the pregnancy test apprehensively.

It was unnecessary, frankly, for Lily to take the test, as if there was one thing she was proud of, it was the fact that her period was well-regulated; but maybe she could be entering menopause early? You never know what might have happened to her body after being exposed to so much dark magic, curses, and all those potions made to kill someone she made when she was younger in the Order.

But she peed on the stick anyway, washing her hand afterward and placing the test on the sink, opening the door so Sirius could wait with her.

For three minutes, he told her about the trip he was planning to Barcelona, ​​about the places he and Hestia wanted to visit, and how he was having to work twice as hard so he could get his vacation early.

When the alarm she set went off, the two fell silent, looking at each other with a certain apprehension that Lily had only seen in Sirius' eyes at other times.

''Let's go...'' Lily got up, heading to the bathroom.

''Regardless of the outcome, I'll be here,'' Sirius put his arm under her shoulders, hugging her sideways as they looked at the test above.

''I think James and I will have to change our plans about going on that cruise,'' Lily said, biting her lip to hold back the tears that again wanted to break out.

The two little streaks were clearly visible on the test, just like when she was pregnant with Harry.

[blackacre13]

Hi it’s me 👀 if you could do one where Lou and Deb are about to have sexy time .. Deb wants the strap so while Lou is putting it on she trips on the harness. If you could also spice it up with Debbie using ✨daddy✨

“God, that felt good,” Debbie sighed, closing her eyes as she lay back against the pillows, a smile of satisfaction ghosting across her face.

“Then why are you still rolling your hips against me?” Lou smirked, propping herself up on her elbow as she looked over at the brunette, proud of catching her partner still trying to get something out of her. “You still want something.”

“Yeah,” Debbie nodded, her eyes opening, darkening with lust. “I want you naked, Miller.”

“That’s not what you really want though,” Lou whispered, her hand ghosting over Debbie’s core as the brunette whimpered. “Well, maybe it’s part of it. After all, it’s no fair that only one of us is undressed.”

“Exactly my point,” Debbie nodded, smiling as of Lou had proven her point for her.

“But that’s not all you want, is it, honey?”

“Baby,” Debbie whined, trying to hide her face under the comforter, her hips still wriggling against Lou and the sheets.

“Say it,” Lou demanded, her face growing stern. “I won’t do it unless you ask for it. Tell me what you want, honey. Go on.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Debbie mumbled, ducking further under the sheets, trying to hide before the blonde tugged the fabric below her chin, using her finger to force Debbie to look at her, their eyes locked.

“Honey, I’ve been fucking you for the last hour,” Lou smirked. “You’ll have to be more specific, love. And you’ll have to ask me properly.”

“Please,” Debbie whispered.

“Yes?”

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me with your strap.”

“Fuck,” Lou groaned, letting go of Debbie’s chin and kiss her deeply before rolling out of the bed. “You have no idea how hot it is whenever I heard that come from your mouth. Now, was that so hard, honey?”

“No,” Debbie blushed, watching Lou stand slowly, kicking off her boxers and T-shirt into a crumpled pile on the floor.

“I can feel you staring at me,” Lou chuckled, shaking her ass at the brunette before she walked over to their dresser, fumbling around in one of the drawers, smacking a dildo onto the surface with a loud “pop” as the suction stick to the wood.

Debbie watched her as she leaned back on her heel, expert fingers carding through the drawer to find a harness.

“That leather one,” Debbie piped up, before blushing red again, Lou turning to her with a curious, smitten look. “Please?” Debbie corrected.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Lou laughed, selecting the leather harness Debbie had been thinking of as she held it out in front of her, getting distracted and almost shy with Debbie’s eyes on her, making her feel like a younger version of herself. All flirting and crushes and games.

She’d usually tease Debbie. Would usually have a command or a retort up her sleeve. Would bark out an order for Debbie to take to make her wait on the bed for her, all business, without Lou feeling like all eyes were on her. But she felt Debbie’s eyes on her. Felt her own arousal stirring. Felt her own concentration going as her brain went haywire and her attraction took over, and instead of unbuckling the harness and sliding it up her thighs carefully, she was stepping through it, her ankle going wonky and her balance thrown as she tripped, her footing completely lost as her head made dangerously close almost-contact with a night table as Debbie let out a gasp and a shriek before covering her mouth.

“Oh, my god! Lou are you—“

“Fine, fine,” Lou grumbled, angry with herself for getting distracted as she threw the harness across the room, rolling her eyes, furious at the trip for changing the dynamic and mood of the room.

“Baby, are you sure you’re—“

“Baby?” Lou asked, eyebrow arched as she tried to take back command of the moment, Debbie biting her lip, unsure what to do as she crawled forward on her knees, almost automatically trying to move towards the blonde to help.

“I’m sorry,” Debbie whispered. “Daddy,” she corrected, batting her lashes as she folded her hands behind her, clasping them together. “I’m sorry, daddy. How do you want me?”

“Fuck the harness,” Lou hissed, no right to be mad at the inanimate object, but now soured at the idea of using it. “On your back, honey.”

“Are we—are you—“ Debbie stuttered, confused but intrigued as Lou crawled over her, dragging her teeth down her chest against her skin, the dildo brushing against Debbie’s folds as Lou teased her with it.

“Just say, please, Debbie,” Lou smiled, dragging the dildo through the brunette’s wetness as she gasped.

“Please, Daddy,” Debbie whispered, crying out as Lou pushed the strap into her. Hard. Furiously pumping in and out as Debbie clutched her, rolling her hips up to meet Lou’s motions as she moaned.

“Like I said,” Lou grunted. “Fuck the harness.”