#anyway i love you Dumb . of ass. 💋

[oceanmoss]

Cherry

DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE. anon hate strikes again FR everyone wants to hurt me so bad. bc they're jealous of my swag and angelic divine energy

[trashmouth-richie]

Eddie x Fem! Reader [vol ii]

Summary: you were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

W.C 3.8k

Trigger warning: enemies to lovers trope, eventual smut, language, crude behavior, Eddie is a fucking menace 🖤 this will be a series 💋

{a/n} I probably should have added this when I originally posted it. But I’m a little dumb— anyway, this is my submission for @newlips ’s milestone of love hope you all enjoy it 💋 I truly enjoy writing and I wouldn’t be here without the support you all as readers/ fellow writers bring to me every single day! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart ♥️

He wasn’t your first option for a roommate, in fact he was so far off your radar for a potential housemate, you damn near shrieked when you saw him. But when nobody had showed up besides him to view the small two bedroom house that you were forced to sublease after your roommate got married— you didn’t have a fucking choice. It was too expensive to run another ad in the Hawkins Post and summer was coming to a close. You were fucked.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you snarl as you throw open the door to see his stupid grin. Always too toothy, too goddamn endearing. Made your stomach bind up. “No, no way.”

Standing in all his sadistic leather glory was Eddie fucking Munson. He’s taller than he used to be, still a long haired asshole, reeking of weed and cheap deodorant. What kind of sick twisted joke is this? Did you really piss off mother karma that bad that you have to live in a separate, more fucked up layer of hell? Fuck you Dante, and your inferno. There’s not a single other person in this town who needs somewhere to stay?!

He pushes his way into your home, leaning forward with a shit eating grin, eyes hooded and winking as your lips curl in disgust. “Nice to see you too sweetheart.” He taunted. Licking his lips as he stalked past you, his filthy work boots tracking dirt onto the carpet.

“Yuck — do not— call me that,” you hissed, you stand with your hand still on the knob, not fully committing to wanting to shut the door— praying that he was some sort of a hallucination.

“You gonna show me around, or should I raid your panty drawer while you sulk?” A dimple dips into his cheeks as his stupid grin grows wider on his face.

You slam the door with a thud, “kitchen, living room, my bedroom, the other bedroom, bathroom, garage, laundry in the basement.” You’re practically shouting, as you stomp around the small space, pointing to the direction of each room, taking a grand total of twenty seconds to point everything out, not giving a fat rats ass if he was following you or not. His laugh echoes off the walls, taunting you, making your skin crawl and your ears itch. You turn around to find him quick on your heels, your face almost smashing into his grease covered work shirt.

He doesn’t move, or make any attempt to step away from you, forcing you to put the space between you both, stepping back and smoothing down your hair. His eyes kill to yours, dark swirls of muddy browns searching your own, he asks, “Why do you get the bigger room?”

The fucking audacity of this man. You could wring his neck right now and nobody would even know.

“Excuse me?” You question, peering into his chocolate eyes, waving a finger in his face, “maybe because It’s my fucking house, you’re lucky if you’ll get a room at all.”

He leans his head back with a laugh, letting it slam forward as he deadpans, creeping forward and stepping around you, waiting til he’s behind you to whisper in your ear, “I’m lucky? That ad was in the paper for over a week,” he seethes, “I bet I’m the only one who showed up to view the place, so nice try, Tooty— but you’re desperate for the cash.” He wasn’t wrong, you were desperate, the salon paid okay but Josie just upped the price on your rental chair, making your mortgage almost impossible for you to pay on your own.

“…I’m doing you a favor. So, if you want me to pay rent and utilities, then I’ll, so graciously, be taking the bigger room.” His breath fans across the back of your neck, making the hairs stand up, and goosebumps riddle your skin. You turn to face him, hands on your hips trying to show how serious you are.

“I know it took you like four times longer to graduate than anyone in United States history, but you can’t possibly be this damn dumb.” It was a cheap shot and you know it, but who does he think he is? Barging in here with demands like a fucking A list celebrity. Not today, mother fucker.

A comment that would have normally made anyone else burst into tears, or at least leave hollering ‘bitch!’ as they stomped out to their car, only fuels Eddie’s perverted fire, “Ooo, an insult and a scolding, what’s next a spankin’?”

Your hard-ass facade drops, your face faltering to one of disgust instead of stern, don’t-fuck-with-me, boss lady, “Get out, Munson.”

“Nah, I think I’ll stay.” He saunters towards the kitchen table and pulls out his wallet, of course its a chain wallet, you roll your eyes as he starts forking over an impressive amount of bills and sets them down, one by one.

“Here’s my first month, last month and deposit.”

The total is way more than what you’d even told him but you're still tongue tied from his comments, he lives for this shit and you had fallen for it—rookie mistake.

“I’ll be back in a few hours to start moving stuff in.” He smiles widely, moving towards the door, “See you then, roomie.”

His figure haunts you for the next few hours you have left of peace. His smell lingers around the house, you shove open every window you can, including the one that was painted shut by the previous owners. He was so fucking annoying. Is that supposed to be charm he was throwing at you? Fucking barf. The only thing you were feeling was rage, and that you needed to shower after feeling his breath on your skin. Lighting every scented candle you can find, Sugar cookie and beach sands will do— the smell slowly wafts out of the windows. You shower quickly, figuring better do it now than after he arrives, the dreaded walk in a towel from the bathroom to your room was something you hadn’t thought of until this second. Hot water sprays against your skin, assaultingly hot, almost blistering the skin on your back.

You are seething, raging mad. If you were a cartoon, smoke would be funneling out of your ears. Mocking him, you think of better comebacks than you had thought up earlier. Scrubbing your skin until you resembled a lobster, and angrily scratching your scalp. “What’s next a spankin?” GOD he’s so nasty, the sheer nerve of him makes you want to throw a toaster into the shower with you. Nothing a few volts can’t fix. You towel off, looking at your reflection in the mirror as you wipe away the condensation. The stress of the day slowly melted off as it was rinsed down the drain.

You’re applying your eye cream when a—loud as fuck— knock on the door shakes the walls.

“Honey, I’m home!” Eddie hollers as you peek through the glass. He’s carrying a duffle bag and a 30 pack of Busch Light. 3 smiling idiots are behind him, two passing a joint back and forth while balancing a very worn mattress, the other swaying on the sidewalk holding a guitar, most likely already drunk.

Tucking the tail end of the towel wrapped around your head into itself, you fling open the door, “Jesus Christ Eddie, will you shut up! I have neighbors you know!”

“Oooo— first fight!” One of the idiots with shaggy blonde hair preens.

Your glare could compete with lasers against his skin, prying through his epidermis and burning the vessels.

Eddie lets out a laugh, “aww sweetheart, I didn’t know you were planning a slumber party!” he says gesturing to your towel and pink robe. “Give me about 30 minutes and I’ll be braiding your hair and you can paint my nails, give me all the hot gossip!”

You turn with a huff half closing the door behind you. The gaggle of idiots roaring with laughter at Eddie’s joke.

He pushes through the door into the house, tossing his bag onto the table, knocking over the napkin holder and the stack of mail, letting out a loud sigh. He rips the thirty pack open on the side, making the beers crash to the floor. You still your eyes and cross your arms, unamused by his stupid antics. He cracks one open, slurping up the spray of suds as it puddles around his hand and down onto the carpet. He kicks a beer towards you and raises his up in triumph. “Here’s to you roomie, Home Sweet Home!”

You’re so fucked.

-

“Robin, I’m seriously going to kill him. I don’t care if I have to go to jail—anything would be better than this!” you whisper-yell into the phone, you watched Eddie and his band of misfits bring in box after box, most of his stuff was in black plastic garbage bags. They formed a line throwing the bags to one another and the last one haphazardly tossing them into his room.

“Oh relax! A hunk like him moving in and you don’t even have to pay him? You just hit the jackpot!” She giggles on the other end of the phone, smacking through her licorice.

“More like jackass with all the shit he’s moving in.”

You’re hunkered in your room, between the wall and your bed, twirling your bedroom phone cord through your fingers, “Seriously the place smells like weed so bad I’m probably getting a contact high as we speak.”

Robin lets out a throaty laugh, “Might do you some good, you’re so fucking tense all the time.”

“Sorry—” you say, twiddling the blue carpet fibers through your fingers, “I’m just stressed after Nancy moved out is all.” It wasn’t a lie, Nancy moving in was a huge relief to you, she took care of almost everything. Organizing bills, scheduling pest control when needed, she even wrote the garbage pick up days and hung it on the garage door. With her gone, this all falls on you. “What if he steals my stuff in the middle of the night and bails?”

She curses your full name, “He may be a lot of things, but a thief is not one of them—seriously you have nothing to worry about, calm your boobies!”

“Boobies!” Steve yells, joining the room Robin was in, “it’s Eddie, he’s a total nerd, you’ll be fine.”

“If he’s so great Then you can live with him Steve!”

“Nope, no can do,” he says around a mouthful of food,

“I gotta keep this clumsy oaf on a short chain”

“Oh, you’re dead Harrington.” The phone drops and all you hear is squealing and thudding of feet running around.

“Robin! Not my shampoo! ”

“Steve? Robin?” You wait in silence as the line goes dead, “Uhh!” Slamming the phone into the receiver you hear Eddie and his leather clad Barbarians holler goodbye to one another. One too many “see ya later man” ’s and you’re practically puking. You open the door to your room and poke your head out. Watching closely as Eddie tears through garbage bags, unloading heaps and heaps of clothing, an entire bag dedicated to just band shirts, another revealed bedding that was quite literally rolled up and thrown into the bag. A quick sniff test has him turning up his nose.

The kitchen is taken over by Eddie’s stuff, more bags, more boxes, a cookbook titled: The Dungeonmeister Cookbook is sitting on the stove. A stack of Burger King collectible Disney cups is cluttered around the microwave. Along with an impressive amount of neon twisty straws and a bowl with a straw connected to drink the milk.

It’s like a small child moved into your home instead of a grown ass man.

Opening the fridge to get an apple, you can’t help but notice Eddie also moved some refrigerator items with him as well. Two big bottles of hot sauce, more beer than the local bar probably holds, a half drank carton of orange juice, and a giant jar of pickles, without a lid. Huffing with annoyance you step over Eddie’s bags of shit and get a knife from the drawer to slice the apple. The loud shrill screeching of 80’s metal almost makes you cut your finger. Stomping into Eddie’s room with your fuzzy slippers you don’t bother on knocking before you look for the plug to his cassette player, unhooking it from the outlet and pointing the knife in his direction, you all but scream in his face, “I almost cut my fucking finger off! Turn it down or I’ll cut the goddamn cord!”

He’s sitting crossed legged on the floor, cassettes littering his lap, his eyes almost bored, “aww Tooty I’ll play with you in a little bit, daddy just has to get some things done first, ‘kay?”

You roll your eyes in disgust, did he seriously just refer to himself as ‘daddy’?

“God you are foul,” you retort, throwing the cord down onto the carpet and placing the knife on a nearby box, “wouldn’t surprise me if you were a dad.”

Eddie throws his head back with a chuckle, “why? You into dad bods? Listen sweetheart, my metabolism will slow down eventually, gimme three—four years max and I’ll be all gut.” He flashes his pearly whites towards you and winks.

Ignoring him completely, your nose scrunches. “Stop calling me that!” your heart is pounding in your chest fury on high, “what the hell is that?”

“That,” Eddie says batting his eyelashes, “would be my masculinity wafting from my aura to yours, why does it turn you on?”

You fold your arms over your chest, and shift your slippered feet beneath you, “Do you have a certain amount of disgusting phrases you have to get out throughout the day or are you just naturally this nauseating to be around?”

“No idea, anyway,” Eddie continues, standing to his full height and shucking off his jacket and tossing it to the ground, “I’m gonna order a pizza you want in?”

“Maybe you should finish unpacking,” you say taking a quick glance around the clothes strewn everywhere around the room, “it’s a fucking mess in here.”

Eddie leans in close eyes ghosting over your features as they gawk over your lips, “well, sweetheart, maybe if you had given me the bigger room— like I had asked for— I would have enough space to put my stuff, besides,” he says, standing up and leaning backwards to crack his back, a small trail of hair peeking out from his waistband makes your breath hitch in your throat, “I bought dressers and they’ll be delivered on Monday, so my clothes don’t have a place to go right now, unless you wanna split your closet?”

“I’d rather drop dead.”

“Aww don’t do that, far too pretty to be dead, and what would the neighbors think?” He strips off his shirt and throws it in the corner of his room, your eyes dart away but not before catching a glimpse of his pale skin.

The small tattoos he had in high school are slightly faded with time, new ones are inked down his arms, across his chest and down his side. You can’t help but notice the silver hoops pierced through his nipples as they reflect light and draw you in towards his chest. He’s lean but built, no defining abs but the muscles in his arms could be carved from a sculptor, replicating a greek statue. Surely minutes have gone by but in reality it has only been seconds, you don’t even realize he’s still talking.

“…don’t need to give the cops more of a reason to watch me more than they already do.” He drops his eyes to your face, seeing you peek at his body. A grin is plastered to his lips as they curve upwards, he stretches his arms out wide, the veins in his arms protruding further out, oh what you’d give to just touch it with your hands, your tongue— wait what?—“Shit,” he says, drifting forward, your body pulling away from him, “looks like you aren’t into dad bods after all.”

Your cheeks flare red as you stomp out of his room, his joker laugh vibrates the walls as you slam your door. Throwing yourself on the smooth purple cotton of your comforter, and screaming into your pillow.

Nobody ever got under your skin the way he is. Why are you allowing him to frustrate you this much? He’s a boob. A pimple on your ass. That annoying twitch that your eye sometimes does when you don't have enough sleep. Yes, the festering wound, the bad rash that kept coming back, the burn in your belly, the thorn in your side— is now your roommate. Fuck.

A knock on your bedroom door, brings you back to your current state of throwing a hissy fit. You launch your cup of pens that adorns your nightstand at the door.

“Does that mean you don’t like pineapple on your pizza?”

-

Thank God you showered before Eddie started unloading his stuff, because he has been in the bathroom for at least a half hour. You’re sitting on the couch, the same rough, itchy upholstery that used to take up way too much space in the Wheeler’s basement. But a $20 bill and Nancy promising her dad that she would mow the lawn for the entire summer of ‘91, and it was now yours. Karen would sigh with relief that the ugly furniture was leaving, meaning her living room would get an upgrade as their now living room furniture would find solace in the basement. No longer stinking of cheesy pizza farts and bad B.O., or screaming threats from middle school boys about the inner demons of DnD, Mrs. Wheeler would come to miss the yelling, and the rotten stench of boys running amuck in her house. Nancy parted with the under stuffed, well loved, hideous piece of furniture when she moved in with Jonathan. So now, the outdated, wagon wheel patterned couch, was all yours.

The smell of finger nail polish fills the living room as you attempt at painting your toenails a shimmery blue that you had gotten at the mall with Robin. A fuzzy navel wine cooler tucked between your legs, you’re trying hard to get it finished before a new episode of “The Nanny” comes on. Eddie is singing in the shower, loudly. You recognize the tune as “Come As You Are” by Nirvana. Not that you were admiring the way his voice sounded. You were just surprised that a twenty six year old weirdo actually knew good music. The doorbell rings, snapping you out of, yet again, another strange spiral of thinking about Eddie Munson.

“Eddie!” You holler from the living room, “door.”

“Money’s in my wallet, just pay the dude quick and I’ll be out in a minute.” He yells back from the shower.

“Eddie, I’m busy— get the fuck out here and do it yourself.” There is no way you are walking around with wet toenails, what the hell was he thinking?

“I’m in the middle of washing my ba— “

“Alright! Fine!” You walk on your heels to the door, opening it quick to find a Hawkins High student in a red hat with the pizza logo on it.

“That’ll be $19.50,” he says with a less than enthused remark.

“Hang on,” walking back to the bathroom on heeled feet you knock on the door, “where’s your wallet?” you ask in a hurry through the door.

“Uh, my jeans I think,” Eddie yells back. You cross into Eddie’s room, looking around the mess he made, realizing the only thing he managed to make an attempt at organizing was his never ending cassettes, a few records, and an old record player. Posters decorated every wall. Metallica, Nirvana, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath, and White Zombie. The clothes were piled high in a mountain of leather, flannel and white cotton socks. Not a single pair of jeans that you could see. His bed sat on the ground, cluttered with notebook papers, dice, and tightly rolled joints.

“Eddie!” You yell from his room, “where the hell are your jeans?”

A chuckle echoes in the bathroom, muffled slightly by the spray of the shower head, “they’re in here, sweetheart.” His voice dripped with smugness and sweet notes of laughter.

Fuck it, we don’t need pizza. I can eat cereal. I’ll just tell the pizza kid to leave and Eddie can fend for himself. Fuck this.

“Tooty?” He calls from the shower, enunciating every syllable. “Come on,” he sings, laughing to himself, “I promise I’ll stay behind the curtain. You won’t see a thing— unless of course— you want to.”

You barge through the door, fumbling through Eddie’s jeans pockets, finding the black leather of his chain wallet and yanking out $25. An idea crosses your mind and you can’t help but go through with it. A flick of the lights had Eddie cursing every word imaginable as he was cast into darkness.

Thrusting cash into pimple head’s hand and shutting the door, you walk into the kitchen to get some plates. Eddie emerges from the bathroom. His hair is dripping in long strands, and your robe is wrapped right around his body, barely covering his southern region. The pink terry cloth material lined with lace looking absolutely ridiculous on his tattoo covered body.

Oh— this mother fucker.

“Are you seriously wearing my robe?” You ask, hands on your hips, nails digging into the cotton pajama shorts you’re wearing.

Eddie does a spin and swings his hips in a circular motion, his dick swinging like a helicopter.

“Well sweetheart, when you so rudely turned the lights off on me, I was forced to find the first thing I could to dry off with, and besides— you can’t deny how good I look,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, smiling the widest smile you had ever seen from him.

A lump of anger and sheer rage catches in your throat, “you’re repulsive,” you say, turning away from him and tossing pizza onto plates.

“And you,” Eddie says sliding beside you, his breath fanning your cheek, the cold drops of water from his curls pressing into your shoulder as he grabs a greasy slice of pizza straight from the box, “are extremely uptight.” The whites of his teeth bite into the cheesy triangle and chew loudly as he smacks his lips, licking the orange grease from his lips.

Anger boils in your belly, filling your veins with agitation so thick they’re bound to clog up. “I. Am. Not. Uptight,” you seethe through clenched teeth, and closed eyes.

“Yeah, sure sure,” Eddie says, mouth full of pizza, and his eyebrows raised, “whatever you say.”

You weren’t always this high strung. But having everything ripped away from you, would make anyone pretty goddamn bitter to the lemonade life had to offer.

vol ii

volume ii

A/N: thank you to everyone for reading this and continuing to support my crazy ideas. Thank you to everyone I had beta this story—@agentmarvel @pinkrelish + @sweetsweetjellybean you all push me to be a better writer and I am forever grateful for that ♥️♥️🖤💋

Taglist: @luna-munson83 @tlclick73 @idkidknemore @joejoequinnquinn @newlips (omg, they were roommates)

[sweetheartedbylust]

On one of your recent posts you mentioned that Mike would be really good at brat taming and I think you should expand on how he’d be like with a bratty reader. I hardly ever see any Dom Mike fics/blurbs let alone him being a brat tamer and I think you could bring that fantasy to life with your writing.

Brat tamer Mike Schmidt x fem reader NSFW HC’s!.

Omg I love this sm, y’all have no idea , anyway let’s get into it . Y’all know all the dumb shit I do but here’s some more for this fic

WARNINGS : obviously dom mike , spanking , , praise And degradation, Choking. And ofc brat taming

* LAWD HAVE MERCY OKAYY. This man can honestly enjoy being a brat tamer . Just something about gets his cock hard . Mike honestly doesn’t know why but it does .

* I know he’ll just bend you over his bed . Get behind you and spank you until you’re just whimpering. Mocking the noises you make .

“ huh? Can’t say shit? . Don’t cry baby this is what you get “ a small smirk appears on his face as he looks at the beautiful shade of red your ass has turned

* sometimes he’ll just sweetly turn your head up to him while your getting pounded for talking shit just a lil too much . And slowly wrap his hand around your neck

* this man probably has a tolerance tbh . He can take a lot but when you go over his limits . God be with you. He honestly will just turn around and stare in ur eyes with that stare .

* this man probably lovess denying you cumming. That’s mostly how he likes you to learn your lesson most of the time . He will bring you rightt to the edge and just pull it away and he honestly loves it

* if you just slightly act like one in public. He won’t really react besides a sigh and an eye roll . But when you get home and try to fake an apology . He sits down ..looks to you . Breaths out ,

“ don’t worry about it sweetheart, I got a way for you to make it up to me” . He says unbuckling his belt . As in a few minutes he’s watching his baby choke on his dick as he sweetly smiles .

* sometimes if he’s rlly stressed out from a shift and your pushing his buttons too. He’ll just lay you out on his bed and take his belt off and spank you till your ass is red ORR he will take it around your neck *not enough to hurt you* and pound you until the only thing that can come out of your mouth is little whimpers of “Mikey”

* in the end . He sits and kisses you as you lay there with a smile on your fucked out face . No matter how much you piss him off . He always adores you .

💋

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

summary , Y/N's hate for her mothers new boyfriend is amplified after she is forced to spend more time with him will it fix there relationship or make it worse?

pairing , step dad! lewis hamilton x fem! young teen! reader

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dexumoi . 2hrs ago

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LEWIS

I don't think this is a good idea

Y/N's really mad at the both of us

she says she has to miss her archery training

and that she is gonna be under prepared for her competition after winter

NANA

Lewis sweetheart Y/N doesn't have any comps till march

Trust me baby she's just angry at her dad and she's taking it out on everyone

other than that she's harmless

LEWIS

she threatened to use me as target practice

NANA

I'll talk to her...

Y/N

Someone fucking kill me rn 💀

MINJI

what has he done?

Y/N

he's making this plane ride awkward af rn 😭😭

HANNIE

Are you doing anything to help the situation?

Y/N

Well I'm speaking in Korean in an attempt to get him to drop it

but so far it's not working

anyone got any ideas

DANIELLE

Pretend to fall asleep?

Y/N

Tried that during the car ride to the airport

and it made it so much worse

HAERIN

Why don't you try actually talking to him?

...

Y/N

...

MINJI

...

HANNIE

...

DANIELLE

...

HAERIN

dumb idea?

Y/N

very much so

but we move

HANNIE

I mean atleast he is easy on the eyes 👀

Y/N

suddenly I have gone blind 😘

HANNIE

WHAT?!?!?!

IT'S TRUE HE IS KINDA FINE 😔

Y/N

MINJI

I hate to say it but I agree with Hannie

It's the tattoo's 🤭

HANNIE

agreed x 2

DANIELLE

agreed x 3

HAERIN

agreed x4

Y/N

ew 🤮

tf am I friends with you guys again?

HANNIE

CUZ YOU LOVE US 💕💕

MINJI

and cuz you know u could NEVA

have basic white ass bitches as your besties 👯

DANIELLE

friends?

baby we are married?

HAERIN

you can't stay away boo 😒

you would miss us to much

since you are crazy in love with us obvi 🙄

Y/N

debatable 🤔

anyway I gotta go

mom wants me to have dinner with her and Lewis

see u in a bit

mwah 💋

HANNIE

UFFF

I'm praying for you rn 🙏

DANIELLE

someone keep the engin running

cuz we gonna end up breaking Y/N out of jail for murder by the end of this

Y/N

Facts.

I've already got the knife ready 🙂

MINJI

KNIFE?

WHAT FUCKING KNIFE

BABE YOU CAN'T DO EXAM'S FROM PRISON

OKAY OKAY OKAY

QUICK SOMEONE GET A BODY BAG READY AND A CAR

AND BLEECH

STAY CALM PEOPLE

WE KNOW THE DRILL

HAERIN

that my child yall 💅

read

nanayn . 2hrs ago

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MOTHER

hi sweetheart

clear your scedual from

March 31st - April 2nd

Lewis has got us VIP tickets to the Australian gp

Isn't that exciting! read

[kamii-2]

please make more kk arnold fics just not angst i can’t handle it anymore

-👾

hi 👾 anon, i hope you enjoyed the angst 😭 anyway this is a fic about kk and her funny ass lives on tiktok

warning(s): cussing

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x fem!reader

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you and kk have been together for about 7 months and no fans knew. you guys planned on telling people eventually but you guys were nervous because of the way fans act when their celebrity crushes get with someone, so you just kept it on the low.

-

you were at home in bed watching tv and bored as ever, when you got a notification on tiktok that kk was live. you joined and it was her, paige, and ice answering questions and messing around. when people seen you joined they all started to say your name, people knew you because you were apart of the media team. you posted pictures, took pictures, and managed accounts.

kk was the first to notice you, “oh my god hi y/n!” she said while smiling, “HI Y/N!” ice yelled, and paige said “hi y/n,” you got up and set your phone on your desk then sat in the chair then requested to join the live. ice picked up kk’s phone and accepted it, placing it back after.

“hi guys,” you said while waving and smiling. “what are you doing?” paige asked you, “nothing i’m bored as fu- freak,” you replied to her question. you know that they can’t cuss on live or they will be in trouble so you won’t cuss either because you’re on their live and they could potentially get in trouble. “you should come over” ice said, “wait i should, i’ll be there soon” you said as you picked up your phone and left the live.

you got up and put on a basic ass outfit. you put on a tight black shirt and grey sweatpants. you put on your shoes, grabbed your phone and keys, then left.

-

when you got to her shared dorm, you knocked on the door and azzi answered. “hi y/n,” she says with a smile and hugs you, you say hi and hug her back.

you went back to kk’s room and opened the door. they had invited people to the live to tell stories. someone was currently telling a funny story about their siblings. when you walked in the comments were going crazy and the 3 girls said hi and the person telling the story paused to say hi, you said hi back before you went and sat next to ice on the floor. before the fan continued their story they called out your name, “y/n you’re so fine oh my god,” you were a bit shocked that they were so open about it. you giggled and said thank you.

-

it was about 30 minutes later and you guys were all answering questions about yourselves, uconn, etc.

you were thirsty so you got from the door and went to get a water bottle. when you got up kk turned around and said “where are you going baby-,“ she realized what she did and immediately slapped her hand over her mouth. ice was staring at kk in shock and paige was looking at the live with her jaw dropped. you were staring at kk with wide eyes and a shocked smirk.

the comments were going CRAZY.

“kk you are actually dumb,” paige said while laughing.

“oops..” kk said as she turned around to the live.

“okay so basically, we were gonna tell you guys but like we weren’t ready.” you quickly explained. they all agreed before ice and paige started to laugh again, “it’s not funny,” kk says while she covers her face.

-

after the live ended, paige and ice went to their rooms and you and kk were cuddling while on your phones, showing eachother tiktoks and other things people are posting about you guys.

“kk how do you even manage to do that” you questioned her with a laugh. “i honestly don’t know, it slipped out”

“idiot,” you call her while laughing and kissing her.

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i hope you enjoyed, sorry it’s short 😭 anyway hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[blueberryismilk18]

Heyyy, I just found your writing and I love it so much 😭

I just wanted to ask for bistro huddy (idk if I spelled it right 😭) headcanons with a s/o that has anger issues. Like whenever they serve a rude costumer they can hardly contain themselves from smacking them with the turkey sandwich they ordered 😭😭. You could do whatever characters you like. You don’t have to take my request if you don’t want to btw. I don’t wanna force anything. Anyways, I hope you have a great day/night! Bye bye!!! ☺️

Heyy, I really enjoyed this one:3 sorry I’ve been gone for a while I had a very bad writing burn out. I’m gonna try and get as many done today as I can so expect more later! Hope you enjoy (none of my head canons are ever proof read so if there is a spelling mistake lmk)

Ruby, Terry, Joey, and Pickles with a S/O with anger issues

ℜ𝔲𝔟𝔶 (fem reader)

💋 She definitely has anger issues too but she can keep it under wraps.

💋 Will shit talk about the Customer(s) bothering you

💋She would probably go into the freezer with you to scream about the entire kitchen staff while you scream about the customers

💋 If you ever actually flip out at a customer she would lowkey be proud, or like in awe. I don’t think she’d encourage it but also she kinda would…

💋 “I didn’t think you had that in you, kind of stupid though. I mean It was kinda hot.”

💋 There’s a reason the chefs aren’t servers…

𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 (Masc reader)

👔 Lets you sit in his office(? Does he even have one… I’m assuming yall) to cool off and take a breather

👔 While your there he will tell you about how he understands it’s easy to get frustrated

👔 Trust me, this man understands. He goes through it almost every day.

👔 “I tell ya love, I know. I got Tim always calling my ass for things that, I tell ya, are just plain stupid!”

👔 Lets you talk about it and will probably crack a few jokes with you to help you feel better

👔 You flip out at a customer, you best believe this man it’s taking your side. What are they gonna do, tell the manager?!

ᴊᴏᴇʏ

🍨LOSES HIS TEMPER TOO! 

🍨 NOBODY is gonna treat his prince/princess like that?!

🍨 He flips out at the customer for you.

🍨 Another man who understands how idiotic people can be (despite being kinda dumb himself.)

🍨 “What the fuck are these people doing! If they gotta problem direct them to me sweetheart! Cause they could have a sandwich alright, a fucking knuckle sandwich!”

🍨 if you flip out, he would literally praise you for it, men’s glad you finally stuck up for yourself

𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜

🍭 I don’t think he really understands why your upset when you come to the back 

🍭 Once you explain he would get mad too! 

🍭 How could you let them talk to you like that?! 

🍭 “Let me at him!”

🍭 offers you candy to make you feel better, will give you a few hugs to help you cool off

🍭 Will take you outside to the back for a bit to breathe while he says some (stupid) sweet things to make you laugh

🍭 If it keeps happening with the same person maybe he’ll get riled up enough to confront them, probably will chicken out last second

🍭 If he finds out you flipped out, he hyped you up after, even after getting yelled at by Terry

🍭 “You did so amazing! That’ll teach them!”

[conitagray]

hi guys again

the way that you think you’re so superior just bc you’ve blocked many of us knowing that we’re right💀💀

just so u know this is clearly some fucked up shit u need to figure out in your life bro cause this is not okay this is some real big bs

ik ur ass won’t see this but literally i don’t give 2 fucks ab that bc u should jump off a bridge either way

the fact that i’ve addressed this situation multiple times on my blog and nothing has changed is so so so so dumb

it’s clearly not okay that you’re aging up minors i repeat MINORS if u didn’t hear me correctly bc ur fucking deaf

and many of y’all think it’s okay?

i’m about to putangina this shit out of my life

l

calling me a loser literally won’t change my pov on u its just making u look pathetic af lol

u think i’m chronically online whrn ts can happen in real life too js bc i’m talking ab this on tumblr doesn’t mean i’m automatically chronically online, i have a life outside of tumblr i mind u i don’t rely everything on the internet. i’m js saying that ts can happen outside of tumblr or any other writing source

u think ur so slick w what u said is killing me bc u look so fucking pathetic rn with your no good doing ass and ur friends

how about instead, you delete tumblr, get your fucking head out of your ass and out of ur disgusting social media life and make some real friends and actually see what it’s like

bc we all know u and ur tumblr moots r so fucking dumb trying to defend u and themselves

i wrote half of it on my notes bc my tumblr lagged and it wouldn’t let me copy and paste

anyways i hope your reputation falls down! love you mwah!💋

[dilfl0v3rss]

Morning Coco, Happy Fri-yay! I need some advice

I want to start by saying I love your work, such a brilliant writer, I’m a writer on here myself. I haven’t been on here for long but my work has been getting a lot of attention. Unfortunately me and one user had a minor issue. Then I noticed some of her friends started rebloging some of the things I write adding nasty hashtags to it for example, #weirdo, #trashywriter, and one even added your a weird bitch. I didn’t care about it too much. Then I noticed when a mootie I have reblogs or tag a person and I try to go on their account to follow them, I’ve been blocked, never interacted with them before but come to find out by a person who I was once mooties with they are telling their friends and mutuals not to interact with me and block me, that they need to be careful who you interact with, and I’m your friend don’t follow her. I’m not normally a person who cares about dumb stuff like this but when people you don’t even know or ever interacted with start blocking me when I’ve never said anything to them kinda hurts my feelings, I’m pretty sensitive and I don’t didn’t do anything to these people, I just post my work, reblog other post, and like. It feels like I’ve been shunned, and ik it’s just an app, but I don’t think it’s okay for people to treat me this was, especially when I did absolutely nothing to them.

Sorry if this was super long, I just needed to let that out and get some advice. Thank you 🥺🥺

hey boo, first off i wanna say thank youuuu💋 i’m glad you like my writing and i appreciate you for the compliment!!

i’m not gonna act like i would just ignore them bc i definitely wouldnt. i’m the type of person that just be cursing people tf out, but i’m asking you to please NOT do that. if they feel a way about you and not telling you why we just gon chalk it up to them being pussy or jealous bc if someone really that pressed ab you that they trying to get other people to feel the same way you must got sum they want. as for the people adding those weird ass tags and blocking you without really having an issue with you, we gon chalk that up to them being dickriding ass followers bc they don’t know you from a can of paint and doing that weird shit to “fit in”. at the end of the day nobody texting you confronting you with an issue and if they too scared to do that then they not worth your time fr.

i hope this helped bc i really don’t fw the bullying shit fr. especially when it’s a group of people that don’t know each other just as much as they don’t know you so for them to be ganging up on you like that lowkey bms. and you may be feeling “shunned” over there but you ALWAYS welcome to my cribbbbb. ion want nobody feeling like they not welcomed over here bc i guarantee everyone is.

anyways keep your head up boo and i hope you have a wonderful dayyyyy. love you lotsss❤️

[moonjxsung]

OMG pookie so this cute guy was in one of my classes and hes known around campus for being drug addict and is a red flag but like hear me out, I'm friends with him and hes always venting to me about how he wants to quit and become a better person and today i caught him staring at me and he gave me a headpat... and now I dont know if im being delulu but yeah anyways hows ur love life? u can always date me u know pookie bear ily have an amazing night (u should be next to me in bed letting me shower u with kisses and praise and letting me treat u like a queen that u are) 💋💋

-🧸

UMMMM BESTIE that’s not even being delulu I would be thinking the same thing 👀 is he cute?? I know he sounds like such a red flag but why do I feel like he’s dangerously cute or something LOLLL just be careful pookie ily if he ever makes you feel weird or anything I will kill him 😤

my love life is ✨nonexistent✨ because I want a girlfriend ✨so fucking bad✨ but women are simply ✨too scary to talk to✨ and I hate dating apps and practically everyone in my city so I just suck it up and wallow in self-pity at the fact that all the cool girls live so far away and if only all the cool girls from the internet were closer my dumb ass would probably propose in like a week because I’m actually insane and down bad for women because they are ✨so cool✨ anyways if you’re reading this we are literally dating now pookie ILY PRETTY 🩷💓💖💘💗💝🫶

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Phew! What an episode!! Many, many, major spoilers below for The Boys S3 E6, Herogasm.

Okay... where to start with this episode. Let's start with the title event - Herogasm. How depraved do I sound if I say, it wasn't actually that depraved? Lol! I think I was just expecting something crazier? Is that crazy?! Lol!! Maybe I've simply read and written too much smut? 😂

Don't get me wrong, there were some crazy ass moments. Annie telling Love Sausage how good MM was at "cunnalingus". 😆

Annie: Yeah, he just gobbles that vagina right up! Just nom, nom, nom, nom!"

😂😂😂 Jesus!!

MM getting completely covered in come - "Lick it up, you big brown bear you." 😆😵‍💫😆

The guy with his dick on fire was pretty terrifying.

But just, all in all, I guess considering it was the boys and Herogasm has been talked about so much, I was just expecting more insane shit. Lol! Like for me, the first 15 minutes of episode 1 was WAY more depraved and insane! This was just a bunch of people having sex, some of it a bit kinky. 😄

Still enjoyable though. I'm a little sad Soldier Boy didn't take part, especially considering he apparently founded it!! 😜 (Founded it with Stormfront - or Liberty as she was known then! So Homelander and Soldier Boy both fucked Stormfront!!) 🤯

Anyway, much, MUCH more on SB coming up.

Now, for Kimiko and Frenchie. Holy shit!

First, Kimiko's heartbreaking texts to Frenchie:

Are you mad at me because 💋

It won't happen again.

💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭

And then that scene with her and Cherie and Frenchie. Poor Frenchie. I just love him so much and I hate Nina SO MUCH!! I was so cheering Kimiko on. (And wtg Cherie, coming in with the assist!!) I honestly thought Kimiko had her powers back.

But no, it was just her, which should have made her feel like a badass and an ACTUAL fucking hero, not a fake one like the SUPES. She came through. She saved them all!! So when she said to Frenchie that it just proved she was the monster, it made me wanna cry!! 🥺

Ugh, I just love them so much and I want them both to be safe so badly!! 😩😩

So now, MM and Annie. So...I feel like this is gonna be a really unpopular opinion, but, I think they're wrong. Let me explain.

The scene where MM was telling Annie about what happened to his family...his Grandpa - tears - so many tears! (Laz acted the shit out of that scene, btw!)

And I completely understand how that would trigger his OCD and a fucking lifetime of trauma. But I don't think killing SB is actually going to change any of that. When has revenge EVER given someone lasting peace. I think he has to deal with the trauma, and it sure would be great if SB would stop acting like a machismo, uncaring dick when MM confronts him about killing his family.

When MM was like, "You killed my family."

And SB was like, "Which one?"

I was like, "Fuck Soldier Boy!! You are an asshole!"

But wtf was MM thinking trying to go after him? The halothane was a dumb enough move, but then when it obviously no longer worked against him (maybe that's why SB was in the big chamber in Russia? Grew an immunity to the halothane?) MM goes after him with just his fists? 😲😲😲 And then later, just before Starlight stops him, he was cocking his gun to go after him. Like, really MM, a gun?!

And I get where both Annie and MM are coming from, but I don't think their solution is it, at least not on its own. I think they're gonna need a combination of MM and Annie's plan, along with Hughie and Butcher's plan.

Because to my mind, there's no doubt whatsoever that they're going to need more strength and firepower to defeat Homelander than just Starlight and Maeve (if she's even still alive! 😩😬)

So, I completely get Butcher and Hughie's reasoning (although it makes me very sad that Hughie's reasoning is also partly set in that toxic masculinity BS that little boys grow up with.)

Anyway, I just think that they'll need a SUPED-up Hughie and Butcher, maybe a temporarily Suped -up Kimiko, Starlight, Maeve, and maybe one or two more "decent supes", maybe Neuman, DEFINITELY Soldier Boy to have a shot at bringing down Homelander. Doesn't mean there aren't going to be problems there, doesn't mean it's a perfect plan, but they've gotta pull together to kill that SOB.

Anyway, I'm so sorry I've rambled on for SO long - but this episode was INCREDIBLE!!

I'll end with Soldier Boy. So, I still haven't changed my position on him. Hearing what he did to MM's family is completely horrifying, and he definitely deserved to be brought to justice for that kind of reckless disregard for civilians lives.

But to my mind, he's served that time. Nearly 40 years of torture? I feel like that's his debt paid. I know it doesn't fix MM, but as I said above, I think MMs help lies elsewhere. But a sincere and real apology (like A-Train gave Hughie before he...died?!! 😬😳😲) might go a long way to helping. Not holding my breath for that though.

Because, as we saw in this episode, that Toxic Masculinity BS is strong and pervasive in SB too, probably much more so than Hughie. He was born and raised in it. He won't even admit that he's experiencing major PTSD, probably because he thinks it's weak.

Both SB and Hughie's storylines this season have actually given me a wider appreciation for just how unbelievably damaging TM is, not just to feminism, not just to society as a whole, but to EVERY boy who's raised believing this absolute bullshit, and to every grown man who can't admit he has any emotions. It honestly breaks my heart.

So, when it comes to SB, I feel like I'm not sure he could ever uproot that horrible toxicity. I mean, I SERIOUSLY hope so, but it may be impossible.

But, for me, all of that, including the fact that he doesn't even remember what happens when he goes nuclear, it makes him more of a sympathetic character.

I still really wanna know what he did to his team to make them hate him so much? Did they just feel like he was out of control and too powerful to deal with? Or did he actually do something heinous that they wanted him gone for.

I'm so curious for more!!

Oh and, P.S. - the fight between Homelander, SB, Butcher, and Hughie was epic on another level!! I watched it 3 times in a row. I LOVE that they ACTUALLY scared Homelander enough that he flew away like the true coward he is. I need so many more team ups!! But I need MM, Starlight, Maeve, and maybe Neuman to join in.

I do truly apologize for how long I've yammered here!! I am really, really loving this season!!

[waterloggeddaughter]

hey kaley love it is quite late here and i wanted to say a few things! first and foremost) i think i may have sent you an ask like ???????? who knows how long ago that was weird as fuck bc i was drunk and dumb which is no excuse at at all and i wanted to say sorry if i made you uncomfortable!!!! all i remember was sending one of my trustiest mutuals some weird ass shit and not being able to remember what it said so i'm so sorry if it was you!!!! and also sorry if it wasn't and you're reading this ask like "??? bitch wtf" ...ok but beyond that i wanted to let you know that you are a super cool person and your vibe is unmatched and i wish only the absolute best for you! ok, i hope this hasn't been a super weird message it definitely has but anyway!

Lol I love this sm <3 I didn't get an ask from you but now I'm desperately curious who you did send it to and what it said. This is sooooo sweet ty love ilysm 💋💋💋

[bunchofdoodlesinspace]

You KNOW my dumb ass is about to make you do all of them for both Magician and Josef

I'm not at all surprised GDFHG

Alright buckle up fuckers, this one's gonna be Long.

🤫 Do others know the secrets they're hiding, and to what degree?

For both of them- It high key depends on who you're talking about. Both of them keep a lot regarding their pasts and such under wraps from most people, only giving it away among closer groups of friends or family. If I had to pick between them, I would say Magician is more intentionally secretive and closed-off.

🖤 How cold-hearted are they? Do they have a secret or soft side? Why or who with?

Magician can be very very cold and calculated, and tends to come off that way to most people (unless you're a friend or in the process of being manipulated. More often it's the latter). He's a villainous demon who does things for his own benefit/amusement, and that's what most people see. His gentler, softer side is reserved exclusively for the few he genuinely trusts and is close to (fun fact: he's actually a rather awkward introvert when he's not in his Dramatic Villain element. It's very funny).

Josef is the opposite. He does not want to come off as immediately threatening unless he has to. He prefers being more open and social (as much as his limited social battery will let him ofc), and is generally pretty friendly to people who aren't suspected threats. That said, he can definitely be cold and calculated as well. And it's,,,scary how fast he can switch.

🎶 Do they have a theme song/song you associate most with them? Why did you pick this song?

I have 2 in my head for each. For Magician: God Syndrome by Madame Macabre (his singing voice reference) and Aha! by Pentatonix. The latter is for two reasons: the Vibes™, and because there was an animatic done to it on yt (unfortunately I think it was privated/deleted) that served to be my main initial inspo for him.

For Josef, I would say Anoana by Heilung or Constellations by The Oh Hellos. Both for mostly Vibes™. And Constellations has a very fitting name for him too (Josef is a demigod, the son of my moon/night deity Cereluna, and he has markings on his upper body that can look like constellations).

💋 Do they have a lover? If so, who are they and what are the dynamics? If not, are they a flirty type of person or see it as pointless?

Yes! In fact, Magician has 2!! He's married to Cyber and Wylmas. He met and fell for Cyber first, and then met Wylmas later on through, uh,,,a series of intense events that would take me way too long to explain in an already long ask answer. Anyway, he'd never considered being with multiple people before but Wyl made him fall SO fast , it was very funny. He loves them both very very much.

Josef has his boyfriend (soon-to-be husband ;)) Lyniaas (fun fact: he's one of Cyber's siblings). The best way I can describe their dynamic is TMA S5 Jon and Martin + WTNV Cecil and Carlos. They're both kind of the partner the other one needs, in a sense, and they're incredibly affectionate with each other. It's very sweet.

🤗 Do they have a best friend? Are they still friends and does the friend know who they truly are?

They both have childhood besties. Magician has Deranzel, a succubus he met when he was fairly young and still struggling with his own less-than-good upbringing in high-class demon society. They are INCREDIBLY close, to the point they can look at each other and know almost exactly what the other is thinking. Deranzel probably knows the most about Magician out of anyone.

Josef has Sidney, his gremlin childhood friend who he lost contact with briefly after his father passed away (the event caused. a very intense downward spiral for him it was a lot). They've since reconnected and are still fairly close, though Josef has refrained from telling him everything about what happened in those years in-between. He also has other people he considers to be close friends: Willow and Avery, Cupcake, and funnily enough, Magician himself. Prior to them getting together, he considered Lyniaas a close friend as well.

💥 Are they much of a fighter or do they rely more on strategy? How so?

Both are fighters when things escalate in that direction, both base their choices on strategy first. Granted, Magician has a bad temper, so sometimes strategy goes out the window in favour of "burn everything in this vicinity to the fucking ground". Josef doesn't have as bad a temper, but,,,,he can smite people. If you get him angry enough to smite you, you have Fucked Up.

💅🏻 Do they tend to pamper themselves? Do they care about their appearance?

Magician cares about his looks more-so than Josef does. Can't be a dramatic villain if he doesn't look like one, y'know? I don't know if either of them really do a ton of self-pampering, I feel like Wylmas and Cyber spoil Magician enough as is, same with Lyniaas and Josef. They do take some time to themselves, though.

🍼 Do they have any children, do they like children? Why or why not?

Magician has always had kind of mixed feelings about kids. He doesn't mind them, but the idea of taking care of one of his own (especially when you didn't really get a chance to receive anything close to a normal childhood and have bad anger issues) REALLY stressed him out. It took a lot of convincing for him to finally say yes to having one. He has a daughter named Miriylia, and he Will kill for her, he loves her so much. Parenting still stresses him out, but both his husbands are helping him figure it out.

Josef really really wants kids of his own, like really badly. He loves being around kids and taking care of them, he's known he's wanted to be a father for YEARS. The only issue is that he's an incredibly powerful demigod archivist who is well-known enough to have the eyes of some Not So Great people on him. He's worried that, at the current time especially, he would just put whatever kid he has in danger by virtue of them being related to him.

😆 What kind of laugh do they have? Is it deceiving or fitting?

Magician has a very classic Bastard Chuckle, which you would likely hear the most from him. He has a maniacal villain laugh, of course, and his genuine laugh, while softer for sure, still kind of has a bit of that mischievous-sounding edge to it.

Josef's laugh is similar, funny enough. Best way I can describe it is actually to just point to his voice claim, Night Mind. That's how he laughs. Deep, warm, and sometimes with a touch of bastard energy. For flavour. :)

👣 What do they do when they're thinking? Do they pace, write things down, make thought boards?

Magician tends to pace. He thinks better when he's standing or moving. Talking to others helps as well, like Dera or Cyber or Wyl, depending on what's on his mind.

Josef writes. He writes a Lot. It's like, 80% of what he does anyway as an archivist, but it genuinely helps him get his thoughts out. Otherwise, he'll also sometimes talk, usually with Lyniaas.

🥣 Do they have any domestic skills? what are they? If not, how come?

Magician used to be pretty bad at cooking but he is married to 2 people who would not let that stand, so he's gotten much better at it now! Domestic skills are things he's getting the hang of over time, mostly because even though he Knows Wyl and Cyber are perfectly happy handling things, he doesn't like feeling like they have to do all the work.

Josef is like the complete opposite, he loves cooking (and is good at it too), gardening, and doesn't mind cleaning much either. And he loves doing things for Lyniaas and spoiling him, especially as a surprise.

💕 Do they do good with intimacy or is it something they're afraid of? Explain.

Intimacy can make Magician very awkward sometimes since it's not something he was used to getting on a regular basis for many, many years. That said, he's not actually that bad at it. Unsure of himself, sure, but very good in most aspects. He struggles a lot with being vulnerable and has a habit of bottling things up until they explode (usually in some kind of rage). But Wylmas, I feel, is getting him to slowly be more open, and much like Cyber, Miriylia is a great motivator for him to actively improve. It's a process, but he'll get there.

Josef is fantastic at intimacy in pretty much all aspects. He does struggle with vulnerability, but in his case it's more "I don't want you to worry" or "I don't want you to be scared of me". He's got. A lot of anxiety around pushing people away without meaning to if he says too much.

🌫 How chaotic are they? How destructive can this be?

Magician is a villainous high-class fire demon which means if he wants to make shit explode HE CAN. VIOLENTLY. Alternatively, he can also be a cunning little shit and sow the seeds of chaos slowly through manipulation tactics and such. :)

Josef keeps the chaos under several layers of Composed Introverted Archivist Man exterior, but it's there. Lyniaas brings it out the fastest.

🔥 How hotheaded are they? How come?

Magician is VERY hot-headed. Part of it is his nature (fire class demons are just Like That), part of it is his upbringing, where he was basically taught that Anger Is Your Best Option. Josef, as said earlier, is not. You have to push his buttons a Lot for him to really hate you.

🥀 Do they feel broken? Why?

Magician never considered himself broken. Damaged, sure. Hurt, definitely. Betrayed, more than he wants to think about. But not broken. Not completely. And definitely not now. He feels more together now than he has...ever.

Josef...isn't sure. He used to feel broken. In some ways, he still does. But more so in the way a puzzle feels when it has pieces missing. He pulled himself back up and is definitely better, but he still has a ways to go.

🥪 What meal do they eat when they don't have much time?

Both of them would probably go for some kind of sandwich. Josef travels enough he probably keeps some food for emergencies or something somewhere.

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

For the writer asks, 💋, 🕯 and 🧿 please?

Thank you!

Thanks so much Nonny!

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer? Hm. To be totally honest, I don't leave comments with the expectation of getting a reply. If they do and we end up getting into a little conversation, great! If not, I just hope I made their day a little. Commenting on fics has become, sadly, rarer than it used to be I feel, and authors always get a big serotonin boost when they see a nice comment.

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety? Oh man, Nonny, engagement is so important for a healthy fandom experience! I can't speak for other authors, but for myself, I get pretty discouraged if no one comments on my stuff. And I know I should be like "well, I'm writing for me," and I am, buuuuuuuuut writing is one of the few things I actually praise myself for? And I love knowing what others think. And I'm sure a lot of other people feel that way too! And I do understand that sometimes leaving comments can be nerve-wracking. "What if the author thinks I'm dumb for just keysmashing at them?" THEY DEF DON'T. But if authors don't get any engagement, they think no one likes their stuff, they're less likely to post. I've read so many stories about years-old fics getting updated because the author got new comments and was inspired to continue. Idk, I think I'm just rambling now haha, but I hope my point gets through!

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to? Oh, tbh I struggle with this a lot haha. I usually go "THIS IS FINE" and keep writing anyway, because at the end of the day, even if no one reads it but me? Well, now I have a long, kick-ass story specifically tailored for me that I can re-read whenever I want! But I do get really disappointed if I don't get any comments, especially on particular one shots/chapters I'm proud of.