#but he told me that he tried meeting up with a girl on tinder and she LOST IT

[mxwhore]

afraid for my brother hours

[steddiealltheway]

"Steve! You've got to help me. I panicked, and I told my Tinder date that you and Eddie have been dating for two years!" Robin yells as she storms into their living room. 

Luckily, Steve's gotten used to her entering their apartment in such a way over the past few years, but he barely registers what she says in her haste. He takes a moment to stare at her with his eyebrows drawn together in confusion, hoping the words will eventually make sense. 

They don’t. 

"What?" 

Robin paces back and forth while gesturing wildly with her hands. "You know how I do the thing where I ramble around girls I find really really hot? Well, I was doing that, and I brought you up and kept going on about how annoying my roommate is-" 

"Are you kidding m-" 

Robin continues as if she didn't just insult him. "And she kind of stopped and look at me and said, 'Your roommate is a guy?' And I got confused and said yes because why would I lie? And she got all uncomfortable and started asking more questions like if you were gay or straight, and I told her you were bi, and she got even weirder! So, eventually I just straight up asked her what was wrong, and she said that she didn't want to go out with me if my roommate was potentially into me. So I told her that wasn't a problem because you've been dating Eddie for two years." She finishes with that awkward lip bite she does which can be oddly endearing sometimes. But it’s not this time. 

Steve leans forward on the couch. "I'm sorry. You still want to go out with a girl who has no trust in my ability to keep things in my pants? As if she doesn't trust that you're a lesbian and if I ever made a move on you, you would absolutely punch me in the throat." 

Robin sits next to him and grabs his hands. "She's so so hot, Steve. Please." 

Steve rolls his eyes. "Fine, you can keep telling her that I’m dating Eddie, I guess." 

Robin breaks eye contact and starts picking at her nail polish. 

Well, that’s not a great sign. "What aren't you telling me?" 

Robin slowly looks at him in the way a dog looks at their owner after destroying their favorite shoes. "Okay, so then I really got a bit crazy, and when she asked me to show me pictures of you two together, I dropped my phone in my glass of water." She slowly pulls out her phone, and sure enough, it won't even turn on. 

Steve digs the heels of his hands into his eyes before grabbing her phone and stalking off to the kitchen to find rice and a bowl. Robin follows after him. 

"So, all I need to do is take a few pictures of you guys looking really coupley on dates and whatnot and make it look like they range over the past two years. I also told Veronica that I would let her meet you two sometime soon,” She rushes in to add the second thing before Steve can really process the first one. She just smiles, trying to look all sweet and endearing.  

Steve gives Robin the best bitchy glare he has, but she shoots him one back and counters by saying, "You owe me, and you know it." 

"For what?" Steve asks as he pours rice over her phone. 

Robin crosses her arms. "Three weeks ago, you kicked me out of the apartment without warning to have sex with some random girl, and I was left stranded for the night." 

Steve scoffs, "You went to Nancy's and slept in her very nice guest bedroom!" 

"You owe me!" 

Steve puts the bag of rice down and sighs. "Fine, but if Eddie doesn't agree, then I'm out." 

Robin smiles. "Deal." 

Steve hates how confident she is about the whole thing, so he calls Eddie and puts him on speaker. When he answers, Steve immediately says, "Hey, Eddie, you're on speaker with me and Robin, and she has a very ridiculous request for you. I'll let her tell you the details." 

After Robin recounts her night and Steve tries not to rant about how much of a bad vibe he gets from the girl, Eddie pauses for a bit to take it all in. Then, he says, "Robin, I really don't like this Veronica girl." 

"She's hot!" Robin retorts. 

Eddie snorts on the other line. "I'm in if Steve's in." 

Steve's jaw drops. Robin shoots him a big smile. "Perfect! What if we started on pictures early tomorrow? I've got a lot of random dates to prepare you guys for." 

Steve interrupts before Eddie can answer. "And why can't you show her like... three pictures of us cuddling on the couch?" 

"We need to cover our tracks as much as we can and cuddling on the couch a few times won’t do. Oh, we should hang a few pictures of you two around the apartment!" Robin plots excitedly. 

Steve runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. He can't believe he's doing this. They don’t even have pictures hanging up. 

"Tomorrow works for me," Eddie says, entirely oblivious to Steve’s internal struggle. 

But Steve can't help but get a little excited at the thought of seeing Eddie and spending a whole day with him. 

So, he sucks it up and says, "I'm free, too. And I'm excited to see you, Eddie. I've missed you." 

"I saw you yesterday," Eddie laughs on the other line. 

Steve blushes and argues, "Seeing you for a minute when I get my coffee doesn't count." 

"Whatever you say, pumpkin bread." 

Pumpkin bread? Steve scrunches up his nose in protest. “That’s one of the worst things I’ve ever heard.” 

"Just practicing for when we meet this Veronica girl, my peach." 

Steve can’t help but laugh. "We are not that kind of couple. But I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night. Sweet dreams, rubber ducky." 

Eddie laughs loudly on the other line and muffles the sound probably with his hand. 

Steve bites his lip, trying not to get too pleased at causing that reaction. 

"Good night, sweetheart." The line beeps three times as the call ends, and Steve can't help the smile that grows on his face. Sweetheart... he kind of likes that one. 

"Glad to see you two get into your roles," Robin says with a smirk. 

Steve jumps back, having forgotten she was there. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight.” With that, he quickly rushes off to his room before Robin can say anything else about the interaction. 

"Goodnight, dingus!" she calls after him joyously. 

This all better be worth it.

-:-:-:-:-:-

The next morning, Steve can't help but get a little nervous when Eddie sends him an "Almost there!" text. He has a feeling this whole thing is going to blow up in their faces or something. 

He's always known that Eddie's been cute. Hell, the first time he saw him, Steve thought he was hot. But he had never thought of them together after that. Sure, there was definitely a certain chemistry between them, but for some reason, Steve always saw him as off-limits. Especially since Dustin would kill him if he ever broke Eddie's heart. 

So, Steve learned to push down any feelings he's had for him over the years. And he's afraid that all those repressed feelings are going to come up today.  

There's a knock on his and Robin's apartment door, and Steve freezes. Hopefully his and Eddie’s friendship will survive whatever happens next.  

Here goes nothing.  

He opens the door to find a curly head of hair in front of him that isn't Eddie's. 

"Nancy?" 

"Hi! I'm here to take pictures today," she explains as she walks through the door, wiggling her Canon camera in her hand. "I thought Robin told you." 

"She certainly did not," Steve says and pinches his nose. He might kill her. He pushes the door shut, but it stops. 

"Hey," Eddie says peaking his head out from behind the door and catching Steve’s eye quickly. "Sorry, I'm late," he apologizes as he pulls Steve into a tight hug. 

Steve lingers in it, squeezing Eddie tightly, smelling the lavender shampoo he uses, and trying to make the moment last as long as he can. 

The sound of a camera shutter snaps him out of the moment. 

He pulls back and looks at Nancy. 

"Taking some candid pictures," she says unapologetically. 

But Steve doesn't care too much when he feels Eddie's hand linger on his back. "You're taking pictures for us? What happened to Robin?" 

"Yes, what did happen to Robin?" Steve asks raising his voice so she'll hear him. 

"Coming!" she yells then comes out of her room looking very strangely put together. Steve glances down at her wrist and notices her wearing her lucky black bracelet. When did she start wearing that again? 

"You look nice," Nancy says with a soft smile. 

"Thanks," Robin replies with a soft blush. 

Steve is definitely missing something, but he can't pay attention when Eddie is gently rubbing his back. He's going to end up dying on the spot. 

"Eddie!" Robin says, finally noticing him, "I see you brought the extra clothes." 

Steve glances down to where Eddie's suitcase sits on the floor. He does not remember him bringing that in. Shit, he's so distracted by his presence. Wait. "Why did you bring extra clothes?" he asks Eddie then notices how close they're standing. Oh, hello, Eddie's very soft-looking lips. 

"I told you we're covering two years. That means different seasons," Robin says as if the answer is obvious. 

Hell no. "There's no way in hell I'm wearing cold clothes outside in the heat." 

"Good thing I planned for us to stay in for those pictures," Nancy says with a smile on her face. "Now go change into one of your sweaters or something. Oh! Eddie, you should change with him so you two can color coordinate. It'll be so cute!" 

Steve adds Nancy to the list of people he might murder. 

Eddie's hand drops from his back as he wheels the suitcase into Steve's room. Steve follows and closes the door behind him. 

"Sorry for all this," Steve says, glancing around to make sure nothing embarrassing is laying out. 

Eddie shakes his head and brushes it off as if it's nothing, "Nah, it's all good. I think it could be fun if we let it. Color coordinating is a horrible idea though." 

"Agreed," Steve replies, deciding that his room looks fine. He opens up his closet and pushes his short sleeve clothes to the side to try to get to his sweaters hanging in the back. "What are you thinking for clothes?" 

"I don't care as long as you wear your yellow sweater for one of the pictures." 

Steve snorts. For some reason, Eddie had such an attachment to the thing. One time, he mistakenly put it in his designated donation bin, and he thought Eddie was going to cry when he found it. 

He had cradled the thing to his chest and dramatically said, "You don't understand, Steve. Some people's lives depend on you wearing this sweater. Their lives, Steve." 

Steve had rolled his eyes, put it back on a hanger, and hung it with the other sweaters. "Better?" he asked. 

"Much better."  

And the whole thing had been worth it to see the smile on Eddie's face - especially when Steve decided to surprise him by wearing it to the coffee shop the next day. 

"Whatcha thinking about?" Eddie asks with a smile, suddenly very close to him. 

Steve shakes his head as if shaking away the memory. "Nothing." 

Eddie raises an eyebrow but he doesn't push it before he goes back to his suitcase and starts laying out his clothes on Steve's bed. 

Steve strips off his shirt and pulls the sweater over his head. He glances down at his jeans and decides that Veronica probably won't remember what pants he was wearing in each picture. 

He turns to tell Eddie as much but freezes when he sees Eddie shirtless, sorting through the clothes to find the perfect assortment of layers. Steve swallows and adverts his eyes. He is not going to check him out while he's changing. He clears his throat and turns back to his closet. "I think we just need to change our shirts. Maybe outside, you can start with a base layer then add on top of that." 

Steve doesn't think he can stand to see shirtless Eddie with all his tattoos out in the daylight or the moonlight - if it takes that long. And he certainly does not want to let anyone else see that either. 

"That's smart, babe." 

Steve's hand squeezes whatever poor shirt he was grabbing a little too tight at the nickname. He's never been one for nicknames, especially over-the-top ones, but knowing it's Eddie calling him that as if he really does love him... it really does something for Steve. 

He doesn't reply as he grabs a few shirts and jackets and lays them out on the bed next to Eddie's stuff. 

He glances up at Eddie and almost breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that he has a shirt on. And a flannel. And his leather jacket. Thank goodness for layers. 

He looks back at Eddie's face and catches the exact moment that Eddie registers him wearing the yellow sweater. His eyes fill with unhinged excitement and joy. He walks right into Steve's space and leans down - oh my god - to talk to the sweater. 

"I've missed you so much. You know, it's so unfair that Steve only gets to wear you for a small part of the year. And he doesn't own anything short-sleeved in your beautiful color it seems." 

Steve puts his hands on his hips and stares up at the ceiling. He can't believe he's ever had trouble pushing down feelings for this man. 

(But he makes a note to himself to buy more things in yellow just for him.) 

There’s a loud knocking on the door, then Robin yells, “You two have been in there for a while! Everything okay?” 

“Eddie is talking to my sweater again!” Steve calls back. 

There’s a pause before Nancy says, “Sorry, we didn’t hear you right. What?” 

“I’m talking to his sweater! Be out soon!” Eddie yells. 

There’s some mumbling outside the door as Steve finally looks down at Eddie and asks, “Are you done?” 

Eddie smiles up at him. “Never.” 

But he straightens up and presses a quick kiss to Steve’s shoulder before he turns to leave the room. “That was for the sweater, not you,” Eddie clarifies. 

“Right,” Steve replies. Because that makes so much sense.

Today is going to kill him. 

Part two ;)

(This was meant to just be a ficlet for my dear friend @henderdads , and then it turned into a six-part fic. I hope you enjoy!! ((Especially you, Cass)) AO3 Link here!)

[travelersspark]

IM BACK! 🌟

Literally when on break since I've been busy with college and work😅. Now I can get back into the swing of things ! Since I'm here , might as well make a new headcanons post ~♡

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝑳𝑲 .ᐟ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑮𝑵.ᐟ𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑶𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔

First off. Cayde had a meeting with you at your local job. You and Cayde were close since he practically raised you along with Tessa . You were running late and Cayde was inside Optimus. Optimus had heard about you but never thought much about it.

He'd ask about you to Cayde and Cayde talked fondly of you so Optimus could sort of trust you. So could Cayde. Hence why he was gonna finally explain to you whats been going on for the past year.

Of course you are insanely confused when you get in the truck and Cayde starts being cryptic saying. “ Y/N. You know you can trust me right ? I would always tell you if somethings up.. ” -Cayde

You are dumbfounded at first while the silent drive fills the cabin with awkwardness. Then it hit you. “ Have you been looking for girls on tinder Cayde?! God I swear - ” - Y/N.

Facepalm from Cayde. Optimus almost laughed in his alt form but Cayde coughs before having to disprove your idiotic suspicion. He basically rushes an explanation of the autobots and decepticons and everything that has happened for the past year since you haven't really seen him.

Annnnnnnnndddd. Your not buying it. After the drive he tries explaining more but you brush it off basically just tired from work and chalking up his excuses to him being tired and or drunk.

Well.. until you see a group of vehicles strolling around and stopping with their headlights nearly blinding you (Kind of like the introduction the team from TF1) and with some loud noises and rumbling. You see them. Giant robots standing among you.

You Fucking FREAK. Definitely bout to be ready to throw some shit. Like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK CAYDE ! Cayde has to mostly calm you down as well as Optimus surprisingly trying as well explaining that they would never hurt you.

After a couple of minutes of losing your shit. Optimus introduced himself explain his motives and his following. Your still apprehensive but sort of star struck. Ootimus's voice and tone was totally different than his remorseful and sort of stern tone. It even surprised Cayde.

Optimus certainly finds you intriguing due to the stories Cayde told him Since you now know of thier existence they have to basically become your body guards in a sense. You don't mind it but you still have your worries. Mostly about the part with the decepticons.

He reassures that he would do anything to try and keep you and the other humans safe.

A couple of banter from the crew but with one Stern glance of Optimus they shut it.

You two might have a quite interesting partnership - in a good way.

𝑩𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒆

oh. This mute bot is EXCITED to meet you ! He was the first one to transform and show himself to you after optimus.

Kind of flustered and worried when you lost your cool about seeing them. But after he calms his excitement and lets his leader explain himself.

He flashes his sick moves which makes you smile and laugh a bit. He gladly would do it again to make you smile.

Bee is one of the first bots you considerably found yourself talking to.

When you found out he couldn't speak like the others and communicated through a radio, you though he was quite a special bot.

He's like you in a way. You to pair together so well. Bee thinks of you like his old partner Sam.

Oh. He can get protective of you. Mainly when Crosshairs or Hot Rod get a bit flirtatious or silly around you.

Casually offers a drive after a few hours of meeting which you don't really refuse. You had to admit. He was a dream ride of yours.

Its love at first sight in his eyes. He already finds himself crushing on you from day one. And he hopes that you stick around with him.

𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔

God another Squishy thing?! Let's just say he wasn't amused.

Well until you basically cursed the hell out of Cayde. Now he's impressed

Now he's made it his mission to figure out what makes you tic.

Weirdly he can he either considerate or just a complete jerk. But a loveable one at that.

He finds himself always trying to be flirtatious with you. But when you do it back he gets completely flustered and curses you out (his love language according to drift)

Fights about the miniscule things with you. Like if you eat in his alt form and there's a crumb he's gonna scold you.

Never saw himself being friends with a human but he would definitely enjoy his company with you.

First meeting him he is pretty serious about not wanting you around a bit but it shifts to wanting to hang with you more.

You two are FUCKIN GREMLINS TOGETHER. yall annoy the hell out of optimus and cade at times. God you two are a mess

Starts out as not being protective of you to being ULTRA protective. Mans always worried about you but tries to play it off.

𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑹𝒐𝒅

Omg him and Bumblebee fell HARD for you when Cade introduced you to the crew. Literally he couldn't stop gawking at you.

Already trying to one up everyone else with his flirtatious and suave energy.

Placed a bet with bee to see if you'd like him more.

First to offer you rides from work, school or whatever. (He figured you showing up in his alt form would make you popular or cool. And he wasn't wrong either.)

Immediately asks Optimus to assign him as your guardian. Let me tell you, he is smitten by you and in the best way possible.

Says small pet names in french

Arrogant little bastard. Can't take any hints when you need space.

Overall hes just wanting time with you but doesn't exactly understand the idea of patience is a virtue.

𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

Another human huh. Cool, hope they useful type energy.

Hes pretty chill about it to be honest. Definitely hesitant at the idea but understand where Cade is coming from.

Would personally introduce himself to you if you find him a bit intimidated. Secretly he's a big softie and jokes terrible behind closed doors.

Once he finds out you are just as handy as Cade is hes all over you. Don't expect him.to leave you alone with random weapon scraps and ideas he has in his head.

Probably would take you out to test some grenades with him or something.

Pretty protective on first meet. Mostly since he knows he can keep you safe with his experience and skills in war.

If you don't like the sight of anything remotely similar to cigars and smoke. He would actually stop puffing his bullet in front of you out of respect.

Doesn't care much about your habits as long as you don't get your ass in trouble that is.

Not the type to drive you around since he's a big ass military vehicle and that would definitely cause alot of suspicions.

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕

Not bothered but skeptical of your arrival. Let's just say he isn't too fond of the idea of another human around

Probably would discuss his concerns to cade and optimus about the risks but would be told that it was mostly for the best.

He gives up and pretends you just another one of the bots.

Pretty distant at first since he's still weary of you.

But if you compliment him during training of something and use the right terminology of the kata forms and martial arts he will definitely open up to you.

He appreciates someone who can understand his dedication. As well as someone educated in the sacred arts of Japanese and Chinese traditions.

Offers meditation lessons after some time if you are willing to do so.

Silent but deadly type of protective.

Has fought with crosshairs one time.when he was picking on you.

Very tsundere at first but overall he knows you are a good person and wouldn't mind getting to learn more about you

[wannabespacesmuggler]

D.D. | Shane's Girl

Part Four | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee | Check out the playlist

Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh sucks

Word Count: 1K

Author’s Note: Had a spurt of creative energy after work today and wrote this bad boy. I wanted to post it before I head off to bed. It isn't edited, might get around to that tomorrow. Anyway, let me know what you guys think of this one, if you want to be added to the taglist, or just want to ask me a question.

Extras: Playlist

A cigarette hangs from Daryl’s lips as he watches you attempt to start a fire. He sits at a table set up beside Dale’s RV, his legs kicked up on an extra folding chair. His fingers absentmindedly peel at the worn edge of his Marlboro Reds container. You mutter another string of expletives before chucking a piece of firewood into the surrounding woods. This causes Daryl to let out a short chuckle, which earns a glare from you.

The youngest Dixon has made a point of being more present around the camp since his almost altercation with Shane -- much to your boyfriend’s dismay. For the last several days, Daryl has made it his mission to keep a careful eye on you -- lingering wherever you happen to be and watching over you, like a loyal guard dog. Despite that, Daryl has also tried his best to not be overbearing. And if you ever told him to back off, he’d obey your wishes. You don’t mind though. Unlike Shane, Daryl’s presence isn't overwhelming and dominant. Daryl simply observes from the background -- he makes you feel safe. 

“You’re welcome to help at any point, Dixon.”

Daryl puts out his cigarette on the heel of his boot before getting up from the table. He slings his crossbow around his torso and moves toward you. You sit back on your heels as Daryl approaches, wiping your hands off on your jeans. He drops down beside you and assesses your work.

“You almost got it. Jus’ need more tinder -- without it the kindling won’t light.”

You watch as Daryl grabs a handful of leaves from the ground and places it under the bunch of twigs you’d collected. He offers you a box of matches from his back pocket.

“Now give ‘er a try.”

You light a match and ignite the tinder. Unlike, your previous attempts, the kindling begins to light as well, creating a small fire. A smile spreads across your face and Daryl has to fight one off himself as he watches you giddily add more tinder to the growing fire. Before you can add any of the larger logs, Daryl leans down and gently blows on the fire. He gives you a nod when he’s content and you add a couple of larger logs. You both sit back against a fallen log, watching the flames. Daryl reaches into his pocket and pulls out his carton of Marlboros. He slips a cigarette between his lips before extending the carton out to you.

“You know those things will kill you, right?”

Daryl scoffs at your question as he lights his cigarette. He takes a drag and meets your gaze. You’re smiling at him, but your tone was surprisingly serious. He wonders if your concern for his well-being is sincere. You don’t know him. Not really. Then again, he doesn’t know you either, but here he is -- watching over you. He takes another drag of his cigarette before responding.

“Seems like everything’ll kill me these days.”

You chuckle softly, shrugging your shoulders at his comment. 

“I can’t argue with that.”

You reach your hand out to Daryl, motioning toward the carton. He raises a brow but hands you a cigarette. Daryl watches you light it and take a drag. You tilt your head, glancing up at him with the cigarette hanging gracefully from your lips. He shouldn’t find it attractive. He shouldn’t be looking at you. As much as he dislikes it, you’re Shane’s girl. 

But god damn.  

He always knew the cowboy killers would take him out one day -- just not like this. 

“You’re a bad influence, Dixon.”

Daryl awkwardly laughs and softly shakes his head, trying to remove the thoughts from his head. You don’t know how right you are. 

Before he does something he regrets, he focuses his attention on the fire in front of him and the cigarette in his hand. You don’t attempt to start another conversation. The two of you sit beside the fire, finishing your smokes as the sun sets behind the trees. It’s peaceful. He usually prefers to spend his time alone; however, this isn't so bad. 

Eventually, the peace is disrupted by Shane’s heavy footsteps. He doesn’t say a word as he passes by the fire, but you feel his eyes on you the entire time. You take a final drag of your cigarette, before turning to Daryl.

“I gotta…”

You trail off, pointing in the direction that Shane had just stomped off towards. Daryl gives you a nod, letting you leave without another word. You’re not going to lie, you’d rather sit here with Daryl than de-escalate your jealous boyfriend; however, you know talking to Shane is the right thing to do. Things have been tense since he saw you with Daryl several days ago and you’re doing everything possible to fix the situation. 

As you open your tent and take in your surroundings. Shane is sitting on the edge of your shared cot, facing away from you. He glances back at you before pulling on a clean t-shirt. You kneel behind him on the cot and wrap your arms around his waist. Shane lets out a deep sigh at the contact.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you all day.”

“I’ve been busy.”

You nod hum into his shoulder and then stay quiet. You sit in silence for several moments, giving him an opportunity to talk about his day; however, he doesn’t say a word.

“Shane?”

“I told you I didn’t want you anywhere near him.”

You let go of his waist, sitting back further away from him on the cot.

“I know. It’s just…”

Before you can finish, Shane turns to face you. His eyes are ice cold. His jaw clenches as he looks at you. It makes you stop in your tracks. You’re starting to think that maybe you can’t fix this, but you’re still going to try. 

“I’m sorry.”

Shane holds your gaze for a few more seconds before wordlessly laying down on the cot, with his back facing you. You let out a soft sigh and settle down next to him. And as you lay there, you begin to drift off wishing that you never got up from the fire.

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[atimeofyourlife]

We've met before, it's different now

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: modern au | rated: t | wc: 995 | cw: mentions/ fear of transphobia | tags: modern au, tinder au, trans steve harrington, transfem steve harrington, trans eddie munson, transmasc eddie munson, pre steddie, first date, t4t steddie Steph is back in Hawkins for the first time since coming out as trans. Robin convinces her to get back on tinder, where she finds Eddie. He's familiar for some reason, but she can't place why

Steph couldn't place how she felt as she laid on Robin's bedroom floor. It was her first time back in Hawkins since coming out. Since her parents had kicked her out, saying that they would never see her as their daughter, she would have to accept her place as their son, the sole Harrington heir. She'd left with Robin for Chicago, where she could reinvent herself. Become the woman she knew she was. But they were back in Hawkins for Christmas, and Joyce and Hopper's wedding, which was happening early in the new year.

Really, she didn't know how to be Steph in Hawkins. Anyone who was unaware of her transition didn't seem to recognize her, even people she'd been friends with in a different time. She'd been right behind Nicole, a girl she'd once dated, in the grocery store. And Nicole turned and looked her straight in the eye and asked if she was new in town. Mark Lewinsky approached her in the parking lot and offered to take her on a date. And every time someone looked at her, she wanted to make herself smaller. To hide away and put on a mask the way she had in order to survive high school.

Now, she was unsure if she wanted to do anything with her time, or to just hide in Robin's room when she wasn't needed elsewhere.

"Come on. I've updated your Tinder profile with new pics and everything. Even if we just sit here and swipe through everyone. But you never know, you might get something out of it." Robin said, dropping onto the floor next to Steph. 

"Fine." Steph rolled her eyes and held her hand out for her phone. She flicked through the photos Robin had chosen. A lot of her favorites, including a thirst trap from the boudoir photo session Robin had gifted her for her birthday, nothing too risque, everything was covered in a bodysuit, but it was a photo that made her feel confident and sexy every time she looked at it. "Okay, lets do it."

The first few were various guys she knew from school, a couple of girls mixed in too. She swiped left on all of them, not that interested. The first one that made her stop wasn't one she was interested in dating. But she was shocked to see Carol Perkins pop up with her interests set to men and women.

"There is no way Carol fucking Perkins is interested in girls." Robin said from where she was looking over Steph's shoulder as she flicked through the photos.

"Tommy's in most of the pictures. I bet they're looking for a third." Steph said, swiping left. "But they know that no self-respecting woman would get into that mess if they knew Tommy was involved, so Carol it is."

"You told me that you had a threesome with them?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, but that was before I knew I was a woman, and at the time I had very little self-respect." Steph replied, and continued swiping.

Robin had got bored of watching Steph swiping through Tinder, so had moved back to her bed to text Vickie. Steph stayed on Tinder, yet to swipe right on anyone, but then one guy caught her eye. A guy with long curly hair, named Eddie. He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him. His bio said that he was in a band and played dnd. There was something about him that made her swipe right. She didn't think anything would come from it, and tried not to think on it.

A few hours later, she checked her phone to see a notification from Tinder of there being a match, and Eddie had sent her a message.

Hi. I don't really know what I'm doing with this. I'm back in town for the holidays, and my friends said I should make a profile to try and meet someone. But you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.

Steph giggled and blushed at the message. It took her a while to figure out how to respond.

I'm back in town for the holidays as well. My best friend updated my profile for me and said I should start looking even if I swiped left on everyone. You seem pretty cute, and I would love to hear more about this band you play in?

Steph felt that she and Eddie really hit it off, messaging each other for a while everyday. They talked about almost everything, and were even planning a date at Benny's. But Steph couldn't help feeling nervous. What if Eddie couldn't accept her being trans? What if everything went wrong and she got hurt, or outed, or worse?

She decided on a basic outfit, a comfy sweater over jeans. Feeling that anything fancier would make her overdressed for a date at a diner.  She still felt nervous, but she was sharing her location with Robin so someone would know if anything went sour.

On the date with Eddie, everything felt so real. Time seemed to fly by, and they were talking for hours. She found out that he was also living in Chicago, so they could continue to see each other.

"I graduated from Hawkins High three years ago. I hated everyday that I was stuck there " Eddie said.

"You graduated a year after me, but your profile said you're a year older than me?" Steph asked, frowning. She still couldn't place him.

"I uh. I got held back a couple times. Shit happened. It was a hard time for me."

"I feel like I should know you, but I don't remember you from school."

"The thing is, I've not always been Eddie." He said, looking nervous. "I had a different name, and I looked a lot different too."

It took a moment for Steph to realize what he was implying. "That's okay. I get it, because I've not always been Steph."

[followmybadreligion]

"Sweet"

hyunjin x reader! triggers: toxic behaviors/unhealthy relationship ideals/co-dependency

"it's so sweet, knowin that you love me."

-

“You know,” he sighed, breaking the long silence that had settled between the two of you, “I think you’re one of my favorite people.” 

His nose was bright red, similar to his cheeks, which adorned the hue from one apple to the other. A black beanie sat atop his head, covering his black, wavy strands and protecting any more of his body from the chill that hung in the air. He looked so cute to you like this— cold and shivering, clinging to his, or your, black and white sweater for warmth. 

You smiled at his words, shifting your head towards the boy who’d now come a bit closer to you. Your shoulders brushed as he inched further on, eyes fixated on the stars as he spoke. 

“You mean that?” You teased, eyes glossing over the side of his face, hanging on every mole that adorned his skin. “Or are you just running your mouth?” 

This time he smiled and shook his head a bit, blowing out a breath, illustrated by faint, white smoke that wafted through the air. 

“I mean it, baby.” 

The way he said it made your heart flutter. Tinder and soft, like a ray of golden sun shining through the window in the morning, welcoming you to another peaceful day. To him, you were always his baby. On the easy days and the hard ones, when you got along and when you didn’t— you were always his baby. 

“I go to bed thinking of you.” His gaze now shifted from the stars to you, only from the corner of his eye. “Last night, I thought about that conversation we’d had a while back.” 

You stood still, racking your brain for which conversation he meant. He chuckled a bit, taking in your puzzled expression before continuing. 

“We were sitting in my dad’s truck that night I picked you up from your friend’s house.” 

Your lips parted, drawing another breath as you leaned into his firm body and began to think. He’d picked you up several times, but the instance he was mentioning stuck out like a sore thumb and made you cringe into yourself a bit. 

“Yeah, I remember that night.” You replied, looking down towards your interlocking fingers that pulled and rubbed against one another. “I almost didn’t call you.” 

“I know.” He quipped, and you could tell from how his lips curled into a frown that the memory still bothered him. “I’m glad that you did, though.” 

A cold gust of wind blew past, drawing a squeal from you as you took in the jarring sensation. He smiled again at your cute noise, shaking his head as he pulled you towards him with a simple, “Come here, my girl.” 

You now rested your head against his chest, nuzzling yourself into the soft, cotton fabric of his sweater. His strong arms wrapped around you, not tightly, but securely, surrounding you in his soothing scent. To you, he smelled like a mix of vanilla and cinnamon, which calmed you down with just a few inhales. 

He remained silent for a few beats, apart from his breathing, and you could tell, even with your eyes closed, that he’d taken a few seconds to admire you. He did that same thing every time he held you— craning his neck down to fully take you in, all wrapped up in him, just as you were meant to be. 

“You always look the prettiest to me like that,” He’d told you before with a twinkle in his eye that did all the convincing. 

You sniffed, trying desperately to adjust to the cold to no avail.  

“We can get back in the car, you know?” He finally said, breaking the silence once again. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, trying desperately to give you the extra warmth your hoodie wasn’t. 

“Nooo…” You whined, drawing back to meet his gaze, “I’m okay. I just wanna keep talking to you right now.” 

You pressed your head back into him, eyes closed as you waited for him to continue. 

“Okay,” He whispered, drawing in a deep breath as he tried to recall where he’d left off. 

“That night…” He started, clamping his eyes shut as the memory filled his mind again. “That night I thought it was over…between us.” 

“We’d been fighting so much over such stupid shit. The stupidest fucking things,” He chuckled a bit, cutting himself off. You smiled into him, recalling just how tense the atmosphere had been over what now seemed like such little issues. Why’d you leave me on read? Why didn’t you kiss me this morning? Why can’t you come to see me tomorrow? Such small, petty things. 

“That morning, I think we’d both just reached our boiling points. I mean, we’d seen each other every day consecutively for a week, and we’d managed to have the same fight every one of them.” His tone was still soft and gentle, but you could sense the somberness bleed into his words as he played the day through his mind. 

“So when you left, I sort of expected it.” Even though he said it as calmly as he could, you could still hear the hurt within the sentence. 

A heavy feeling began to fill your body as you sank further into that day, recalling all the emotions you were feeling at that moment. You remembered feeling angry at him and his, as it seemed to you, withdrawn attitude. You felt upset at his lack of communication. You felt sad at how stressed and drained he looked— and even more so when you realized how much you’d contributed to that. Most of all though, you felt desperate. Desperate to get out of this—whatever it was— and go back to how you’d known things to be: sweet. 

“I know…” He hesitated, looking down at you once again. “I know that a good amount of it was my fault.” 

“I always shut you out whenever you tried to talk. I always made you feel like you were doing too much but at the same time not enough. I always overlooked your efforts to fix things…”

Your arms grew impossibly tighter around his torso, and you pressed your head deeper into his chest, now able to hear the rapid thumping of his heartbeat. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. 

Part of you hoped that if you listened long enough, you’d become one with sound— one with the rhythm. That way, you’d be a part of him, and he’d have no choice but to accept that. 

“I pushed you away…I wasn’t aware at the time, but I know now what I was trying to do. I guess I thought it’d be easier that way.” 

He smiled a small, subtle smile, tilting his head back as he took in all the stars. “God, I was so fucking stupid.” 

“It’s like the second you weren’t there, I started to miss you, baby. I’d spent so much time thinking that if I could get some space from you, I’d feel better.”

Your eyes clamped shut as your heart squeezed at his words. You understood his need for space, but you were still hurt hearing him say things like that, especially when that wasn’t a sentiment you shared. If it were up to you, you’d spend all your time with him— as long as he’d let you. 

“But it didn’t. If anything, it made me feel worse. I kept thinking about all that we could’ve been doing together had I just talked to you more.” 

 “It’s so crazy to me, that feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about anyone else.” 

“Felt how?” You quipped, opening your eyes and looking up towards him. 

He wore two silver, interlinking chains that stopped just a few centimeters past his neckline and hung in your face. One of the chains adorned a star pendant, carved to have two sharp end points and two dull side points. The other chain hung a bit lower than the first and sported a small pendant of cursive letters spelling out your name. Your hand instinctively moved up to grab at the second of the two, and you traced over each letter of your name over and over. 

“It’s so hard to explain,” He replied, eyes still fixated on the stars above. From your view now, you could see the tears lining his lash line, threatening to spill over as he continued to speak, even though they weren’t evident in his voice. “It’s like this fucking…emptiness, you know?”

“When I’m with you, I feel like there’s never a single part of me that’s missing. And the second you weren’t there, it just…I don’t know.” 

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed for the first time in a minute, which gave him a second to compose himself. 

“I tried to go about the day as normal. I washed the dishes. I did some laundry. I tried to keep busy, but everything just felt so pointless without you there. I missed hearing your laughing and giggling while we made lunch together or your little stories and rants about your day while we studied. I missed you so much and you hadn’t even been done for that long.” 

“Awh, baby,” You started, drawing back from him a bit and raising your hands to cup his face in your hands. He drew his face down towards yours, locking eyes with you for the first time in a while. You could see the tears trailing down his face now, curving at his jawline and running towards his neck. The sight just broke your heart, and you immediately moved your thumbs to wipe them away. 

“I’ve never felt that feeling I felt that day. Not for anyone or anything else, and that scares the fuck out of me. As independent as I’d always been, I realized that day that I truly needed you…not just wanted you.” 

He was sniffling more now, and you started to become hyperaware of how cold it was out. Your hands began to rub at his face once more, wiping away tears as they fell. 

“I waited for you to call,” he sighed, “but, after the fifth or sixth hour, I started to think that you wouldn’t.”

He full-on sobbed now, and the sight tore you up. 

“I think it was about 10 o’clock that night when I heard from you again.” He attempted to get himself together, bringing his hands up to wipe at his face over your hands, but after a few tries, he gave up and interlaced his hands over your own, allowing his tears to rush over them both. 

“You’d asked me to come and get you, and told me that you needed to talk to me,” another sob racked through his body, silencing all of his words. 

Tears began to fill your eyes now, threatening to spill with every cry you heard from your boy. You knew that you had to keep it together for him, but it was so hard when he was hurting like this. 

“I thought that you were going to end things and I genuinely didn’t know what I was going to do.” 

He drew in sharp, quick breaths now, as he fought against the rush of new tears that threatened to choke him up. 

The wind picked up once again, this time only feeling like a gentle breeze that provided him with the air he so desperately needed. 

“I…I don’t think I’ve ever driven that fast.” He laughed out through his tears. “And I didn’t even ask my dad for his car, either” 

You smiled at his little joke, but your eyes were still full of water and worry— that you knew. The way he looked right now— so torn and upset— weighed so heavily on your heart.  

“And when you got in,” He continued, flicking his eyes open to look at you again, “You looked so worn still, and I remember feeling so confused. I thought you would’ve been happy to get some time away.” 

You began to shake your head, remembering how miserable that had been for you as well. You’d tried to distract yourself from him, doing some work, going for a drive, cleaning up your house. At some point, you even called up your friends and made plans, but after an hour or two of being with them, you only felt worse. 

“I just remember waiting for you to go off. Maybe scream and yell at me, or tell me how much you hated me and how you wanted to break up.” 

“But,” He paused, taking a second to rub his thumb over your hands which remained pressed against his cheeks, “none of that ever came.”

“No, instead…” He began to smile, tears beginning to slow, “Instead…you asked me to hold you.” 

“And you did,” You said, giggling a bit as you recalled how fast he wrapped you in his arms. 

“Of course I did. How could I not?” 

You chuckled at that, replaying the memory in your head of that embrace. The two of you, arms wrapped around one another in the front seat of his dad’s car, squeezing each other for dear life and crying your eyes out. 

“The way you talked to me in that moment,” He started again, “All the things you said, even when I was being so difficult. How you repeated how much you loved me, and how you understood how scared I was, and how you were going to try no matter how much I pushed you away…” 

He trailed off once again, focusing in on your tear-stained cheeks. He moved his hands from atop your own, and placed them directly onto your cheeks, mirroring you and your earlier motions. His hands were cold, much like yours, but you still felt warm from his sweet, love-filled gesture. 

“All that went to show why I love you so much. To show why you’re my favorite person. My baby.”

“You’ve shown me so much love, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I hurt you.” 

Now, you were the one sobbing. 

“Please don’t cry, sweet girl.” He cooed, “I love everything about you, and I’m sorry I haven’t always shown you.” 

More sobs racked through your body as the once heavy, uncomfortable feeling that rested in your heart center began to shift to something lighter. Even though you’d never doubted his love, there was something about the way he was saying it now that felt so…sweet. 

His hands shifted down to your waist, and he used his new spot to pull you back in. Your head remained lowered as you cried, even with his soft pleas to get you to look at him. You felt so embarrassed for breaking down like you were that you couldn’t face him. Not after all he’d just said. 

He brought his left hand up to rest on your chin, pulling your head up towards him so he could take in your tear-stained beauty. You felt self-conscious under his gaze, but the feeling quickly dissipated as you saw all the love that dripped from his irises. 

After a few seconds, he began to place kisses against you. He started at your forehead, placing his lips right in the center and holding them there for a few seconds before he pulled away, whispering a sweet “I love you.” Then, he placed one against your cheek, with another “I love you.” Then, one against your chin. Then, one against your temple. Then some against your neck, and before you knew it, he’d kissed you all over. 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I forgive you.” You finally spoke, voice hoarse and strained, “I’ll always forgive you.” 

He shook his head, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. You were so close that you could feel his breath fan over your lips, and you so desperately wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but you were halted by his stare. 

“You shouldn’t have to. You should’ve never had to.” 

Your eyes bore into his now, and you felt yourself inching your face closer to his the more he spoke. 

His eyes shifted down to your lips, tracing the outline of them as he continued, “You’ll never have to again.” 

With that, he closed the little space between you two, locking your lips together in one of the most surreal kisses you’ve ever shared. His lips moved against yours in such a familiar rhythm that you immediately began to relax into him as his hands found purchase at the spots he knew you liked— one against your cheek and the other at your waist. 

Another gust of wind blew past the two of you, whipping at your tear-stained cheeks in a way that did little to hinder the warmth you felt right now. 

You slowly pulled away, hovering against his lips and brushing over them with your own. 

“I love you so, so much, Hyunjin.” You whispered. 

‘I love you so much more, baby.” 

Sweet. 

-

A/N: hey guys. it's been a while since I've written, so i thought i'd come here with a little imagine about my favorite boy. i hope you all enjoyed!

-m'k

[switchysyphus]

Update on yesterdays uni task ( this will be a long one soo much happened)

Before Sir M had gone to sleep he has asked me wear a buttplug while I was at uni, I told him that it had been more than a year since that hole was filled but I could try! He said if it hurts too much your task is to not wear panties and a dress. Before leaving for uni I tried to push the plug in but it felt so big I got about half in before it start to hurt so I decided to not wear panties. The dress I picked was a longer one but showed a lil peak of my cleavage, ofc my mom threw a fit about me being a slut and showing off my body.

I get into the taxi and remember I forgot my headphones so I could listen to anything spicy or clean and was forced to talk to the grab driver oh I forgot that sir also asked me to do 5 edges before I left for uni! I did those like a good girl. Anyway the guy was talking about random stuff but I could tell he looked in the mirror once, when I sat down I also realised that the button on my crotch was unopened so you could see a bit of my cunt I quickly closed the button and hope he didn’t see.

I arrived at uni about 30 minutes before class so I sat at a table and just people watched until one of my friends found me and sat with me. I told her that a guy from my high school matched with me on tinder and she actually knew him too! Now two people have told me that he has a reputation for being kinky.

Fast forward to class, prof said his usually out of pocket stuff. He was wearing a fitted button shirt and some looser pants. The class was generally uneventful kink wise but the end of class got very interesting! So we had homework to make a slideshow and present our work. Me and friend form earlier paired up for it so we were presenting and he was looking at his phone and not paying attention to us! We did our presentation and he was super mean! He said I was brave but dumb and other mean things. I wanted to cry but I didn’t want to give him or my classmates the satisfaction so I held my tears. He went on for like 20 mins telling me all the reasons why I was wrong. After class I had another question so I asked him privately and he said “yes *name* how can I help you?” with a smile on his face and almost touched my hand! Also he only knows two peoples name out of a class of 25! He went on to say that I missed a very important meeting and I made a big mistake. He said it was alright and I am lucky that he likes me to forgive me and not fail me.

I cried so hard when I went out of his class, I cried in the taxi and he was so sweet he asked if I was ok and I said no please drive me home and he put on some music go try and cheer me up!

Forgot to add that I was soo close to being done with one assignment! I only had two questions left but prof said I have to redo 12 questions so I’m down 14 questions out of 33! 😫 I thought I could cum sooner but I guess even prof likes to deny me.

[wonurchive]

y/n on the phone, please?

pairing: stranger!mingyu x f!reader

genre: fluff, humor

mentions: swearing, a bit of food, alcohol consumption, references some INTIMATE and SEXUAL activities but nothing fr

wc: 1,201

synopsis: an unknowing, quick trip to the supermarket leads to multiple dates with a tall, funny, hot stranger?

your arms felt like they were about to fall off, your legs feeling numb and foreign as you awake from your not-so-beautiful beauty sleep. the sun was oddly shining more than usual.

i never get any sunlight... odd...

your sheets smelled and felt fresh although you recall the last time you washing them was around 3 months ago. the clothes on your body were unfamiliar; you inspected the big, loose, white piece of fabric covering you before taking in the fact that-

this was not your bed.

“what the- where am i?” you exclaimed whilst getting up into a sitting position, unfortunately banging your head against the headboard. 

you heard the faint sound of water trickling from the door next to the hallway. you have no recollection of any events of last night, but you assume there was some alcohol and nakedness involved. too busy trying to think, you fail to realise that this shirt was the only thing you were wearing along with your underwear.

the compromising position you were in left you embarassed and blushing, leading you to pull the covers over you and squirm around in shame.

the door shielding the sound of water opens and reveals a freshly showered mingyu- who was watching you wiggle around in his bed.

‘cute’ he thought.

“y/n? what are you doing under there?” a chuckle left his lips as he tried to pull the covers off of you. “stop, no!” you try your best to keep the duvet masking your body as the strong man fights his bedding. 

he releases his grip and a short silence ensues. the deafening sound was followed by,

“did we...”

“did we what, y/n?”

“you know...??”

you could only imagine the smug look on his face. he knew what you were asking but teasing you nonetheless.

“oh, but i don’t know. please enlighten me, hm?”

you groan, pulling the covers off of you at once, facing him. his hair was disheveled and wet just right, the towel failing to cover his perfectly sculpted abdomen, the water particles adding to the sight.

“did we fuck?”

his teasing face leaves and the corners of his mouth rise into a smile, “nope. not yet.”

you roll your eyes in response, groaning at the man’s reply. 

you’ve known him less than 24 hours yet you’ve slept in his bed, been to his house, wore his shirt, drank at his house and the list goes on. you never even gave men a second glance but you’ve basically clung onto mingyu for the past day. 

“anyways...” he tries to change the subject, sensing the awkward tension in the air as you drift into your thoughts. “how’s my pretty girlfriend doing this morning?”

you spat your coffee out at the mention of girlfriend, well, if you did have any coffee right now.

“girl-what now?” you meet his face which was once again plastered with his signature cocky, teasing smile. “girl...friend” he emphasises each word, poking your cheeks in the process. it was supposed to be annoying, but you found it weirdly cute. 

“do you remember nothing about yesterday?” 

“i am a horrible drinker.” 

the sound of your phone cued you to check your notifications.

10 missed calls from your mother, hundreds of messages from your friends and mother, and a tinder notification. you really should’ve deleted the app.

lovely mother: you had a BOYFRIEND all this time and didn’t think to tell me??

lovely mother: y/n if i’d known i would’ve stopped setting you up!! 

lovely mother: so when am i meeting him? 

“what the... since when were we dating?”

“uhm, the second you told your friend? hyeji? hyeri?” your mouth drops in shock. “is this a congratulations moment or an ‘oh no!’ situation...” he tries to laugh to lighten up the mood which was clearly not working.

“hyeri has the biggest fucking mouth in the world no wonder everyone knows now! what the fuck was i thinking....”

your memories of the day before come flooding back to you.

“her WHAT now??” your loud friend basically screeches through the speaker, which only made you pitiful of her phone. mingyu on the other hand, was completely calm and collected- despite the random dating announcement you just made.

“is it so hard to believe? i’m y/n’s boyfriend, we are dating. in fact, i love her so much i want to marry her. is that believable?” 

you don’t know if you were supposed to feel as fuzzy as you did when he said that, but nothing stopped it. you enjoyed him professing his love for you, even if it wasn’t real.

“uhhh can i get y/n on the phone, please??” your boyfriend passes your phone to you, you mentally prepare yourself for the earful you expect to get.

it’s not that hyeri was mean or anything, she was just overly protective. ever since sophmore year of highschool when she found you eating in the bleachers by yourself because the other girls didn’t want to. so safe to say, hyeri was shocked when she found her best friend dating and she wasn’t informed.

“hyeri....”

“are you guys really dating?”

“uhm-yeah, im so sorry! i know i should’ve-”

“oh my god i’m so happy for you! i’m not mad, y/n. i know i can be overbearing sometimes, just let me meet him okay?? i’ll stop interrupting your date now!! use protection!” 

“hyeri what the fuck!-” you’re stopped mid sentence as the call disconnects and you’re left with an awkward mingyu. should’ve realised it was on speaker.

“your friend is really interesting... to say the least...” mingyu raises his hand to scratch the back of his neck in awkwardness, to which you can only reply with a chuckle. 

“ANYWAYS! can i see the pictures you took? i wanna post them.” you hurriedly scooch up next to the man, the distance between the two of you was absolutely gone.

“sure, here you go.” he passes you the camera and you praise his ability of getting all your angles perfectly.

you took out your phone and snapped some pictures off of the camera and instantly posted it onto your social medias.

“tag me.” mingyu was looking at your phone over your shoulder, you looked to the side to meet his face- nearly kissing him in the process.

“oh-uh.. okay.” 

“wait no no you’re doing it wrong!”

“what do you mean ‘im doing it wrong!’?”

“tag me on your ass or something!”

“kim mingyu, you pervert!”

shitshitshit.

well now your stupid ass has made this ‘relationship’ public- even though you’ve known him less than 24 hours.

“you seem pretty disappointed to be dating me... do you hate me already?” mingyu whines, faking a pout, which can only make you feel bad.

“no, mingyu, i’m sorry. i’m not disappointed, it’s just i’ve known you less than a day and we’re already sorta dating? it’s too fast for me...” 

you look at him with apologetic eyes. you liked him, really, but it was all so rushed. 

“oh..” with real disappointment this time, he lowers his head into his lap. “wait!”

both of your heads snap up at his sudden idea and you’re inching towards him to know more.

“what is it?”

“let’s fake it.

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a/n: HI CHAPTER 2 IS OUT HOW R WE FEELING MORE SPICINESS SOON GFHJDKSA sorry this is like so bad honestly but i swear it gets better 😭😭🥺

[sapph-mik]

I don't remember much about this day but I remember that I was happy to be working a mid saturday shift for once. It's the reason we met honestly. I normally worked mornings, and you were our afternoon regular. 3pm everyday for your medium iced sf rebel with regular peach, blackberry, and coconut. UNMIXED. except no one else really paid that part much attention.

I knew I had seen you from somewhere. My gut told me you were sadie from tinder but i was trying to not jump the gun. I remember trying to fix my hair and not look like I had been running around the stand previous. my heart was pounding and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears walking up to your car.

your hair was up in a bun, like it always was. the first thing i remember noticing was your eyes. the sun was so bright that day and it was hitting those gorgeous green eyes just right, i had a hard time focusing honestly. I remember telling myself to not stare too much, i could see two other girls in the car with you.

i remember the back and forth of you and I trying to figure out where i knew you from, until i asked your name and you told me. "Sadie," i was right. you were the girl i kept seeing on tinder. the girl i had matched with the night before.

"oh. we just matched on tinder," came out of my mouth before I could stop it. I could feel how red my face got instantly. the giggles from your sister and roommate in the car did NOT help. i still get so embaressed thinking about it. like why did i say that. why.

in my defense it was the sun hitting your eyes and reflecing every shade of green i've seen in my life. not just green, but brilliant flecks of golden brown and streaks of blue in them. It's the reason why when my mother asked what color your eyes were, i so confidently answered green. she tried to argue with me because of the lighting. but theyre green. the prettiest green i've seen in my life.

i remember going into the stand after that to 1) text you and apologize for my awkwardness, and 2) scream in the walk-in fridge. but instead you told me my pictures don't do me justice. i remember blushing and thinking you were such a flirt.

I remember when we were snapping and I wanted you to ask me to hangout. i was trying to avoid homework, and wanted you to think i was interesting. you picked me up and we drove all over looking for a damn shamrock shake. I remember all the rubber ducks in your car. i remember the $uiscideboy$ playing and you telling me you 'hated' taylor swift. isnt that funny now?

i remember you finally getting your shake, you offered me one and some fries and i declined. i think my ED was stil active at this point, i don't remember. I remember trying it and being underwhlemed. you told me that was blasphemy. you took me back to your house, and i got to meet gibby. he was a chunky boy then, but still sweet as ever. i remember standing in your room, wondering when you'd make a move and kiss me.

it finally occurred to me that I was going to have to be the one to initiate things. we were nose to nose when you politely asked; "Can i kiss you?" i dont remember if i rolled my eyes and kissed you, or rolled my eyes, said yes, and kissed you.

you kissed different than i thought you would. soft, sweet and gentle. like you're savoring the moment. like it was the only thing in the world that was happening. one hand on my face and one on the small of my back. after that, i dont remember how we ended up on your bed, but i think you ended up showing me bluey that night. we were cuddling and I was on the verge of falling asleep. you were playing with my hair.

"Do you want to stay?" you asked me. i wanted to. but i was afraid of you smelling my morning breath so i said no. yes, that really is the reason i declined it. you drove me home, kissed me goodnight and texted me when you made it home safe.

if only i knew where we were going to go after that

[preciouslandmermaid]

Ace!Carmy Headcanons

For those who’ve been following me for a bit, I think you all at this point know that I headcanon Carmy as Demisexual/Ace (I use those term interchangeably since demi falls under the ace umbrella). 

In honor of it being ACE WEEK - have some headcanons :)

Carmy struggles to identify his sexuality for a while. As a teen, he thought it’s was just his introverted nature that makes it hard to talk to girls. Then he realized that he struggled to talk to anyone - regardless of their gender.

In New York, he hears people on his walks in the park, he hears them flirting and gossiping about hooking up with their recent tinder matches and he cringes and thinks “what the fuck is wrong with me?” until that self-loathing is buried under twenty pounds of culinary school.

Mikey would ask him (back when they spoke); “Hey bear, you bringing anyone for Christmas?” or “you got a secret girlfriend we don’t know about or what?” Carmy either shut down in those conversations or brushed him off with an eyeroll and half-assed comment about ‘staying out of other people’s business’.

Sugar tried to be the supportive big sister---letting Carmy know that even if he liked guys--she’d still love him. of course she would. they all would. But Carmy just looked at her, sort of helpless, and muttered, “I don’t think I like anyone.” Sugar didn’t understand. She just told him. “You’ll meet the right person eventually.”

He makes plenty of excuses, too. All the stress of work makes his libido low, that’s why he’s not interested in hook-ups. He’s got too high of standards. He’d be a shitty boyfriend. He’s too shy. Girls don’t like him. Guys don’t like him. He’s not funny, smart, charming, etc. etc. etc. 

It’s not until a random New York Pride Event that’s got the subways clogged that Carmy sees all the different flags and pins and some burning curiosity prompts an unique show of bravery and he asks the stranger what they mean. The stranger proudly says, “Oh? This one? It’s for Ace Pride.” They explain, without him asking, that there’s lots of different ways to identify as Ace, but the main thing is that the person doesn’t experience sexual attraction.

Carmy is floored by the realization of how this word fits like a missing puzzle piece into his life.

The only person he came out to was Michael. It had been terrifying and liberating to finally voice it to someone. He doesn’t even remember how the conversation came about. Carmy just said it, nonchalantly, like, “Nah, man. I’m Ace.” and Mikey looked confused, asked for an explanation, which Carmy struggled to explain but eventually Mikey just...understood. He shrugged and went, “Alright, cool.” And that was it. Nothing changed. Mikey didn’t love him any less.

Carmy doesn’t tell people about his sexual identity. He figures there’s no reason to. It’s not their business. It doesn’t affect his job, or his life, and truthfully--the label itself is more of a comfort to him than anyone else.

A quiet, deeply buried optimistic part of his heart thinks maybe Sugar is right. Maybe there is someone out there for him who will understand his asexuality the same way Mikey did (with compassion and acceptance). But for right now, he’s good. He’s good makin’ sandwiches and trying not to burn the Beef down. 

[queenfox352]

🔥💔Forbidden Attraction💔🔥

Chapter 1: 

"Hinata," Naruto said with a long pause, leaving an uncomfortable silence in the air. He stood there, fidgeting with the back of his neck and avoiding her gaze. "I'm sorry, Hinata, but I don't see us like that. Only as friends." He offered a sad smile to Hinata, who tried to hold back her tears. She nodded before turning away, not wanting to prolong her embarrassment.

"We can still be friends, right Hinata?" Naruto's voice trailed after her as she walked away. Hinata stopped but didn't turn around, her voice quivering as she tried to hold back her emotions. Her attempts were futile, and she began to break down. She started running, hoping to escape her pain.

"Hinata!" Naruto called after her, but it was too late. She had already reached the sanctuary of the school garden, where she leaned against the Sakura tree in the center. She breathed heavily as tears streamed down her face. Why couldn't he like her? She had loved him forever. It felt like her whole world was crumbling down, and she squatted down, trying to calm herself.

"Admiring the flowers again," a voice said, interrupting Hinata's tears. She quickly wiped them away before turning to see who it was. There stood Sakura Haruno, the girl who had won the heart of Hinata's ex-crush. Sakura had her hand on her hip, watching Hinata intently. Once she saw Hinata's face, her demeanor changed to concern. "Oh, you told him, didn't you?" she asked. A few more tears fell from Hinata's eyes, which she quickly wiped away before nodding at Sakura.

Sakura kneeled down beside Hinata, pulling her into a warm hug. "He's just a big idiot," she said before pulling back and looking Hinata in the face. "I mean, who wouldn't want to date Hinata Hyuga? You're the #1 rated hot girl in school." Hinata couldn't help but giggle at Sakura's words. Apparently, all the boys had voted on who was the hottest girl, and Hinata had won with Sakura coming in second.

"Here, give me your phone," Sakura said, grabbing Hinata's phone from her hands. Hinata watched as Sakura unlocked her phone and downloaded an app. "Tinder!" Hinata stuttered. "Isn't that for hookups?" she asked, blushing.

Sakura hummed in agreement before opening the app. "But," Hinata started to protest.

"No buts! You need a man, Hinata! And if that idiot can't see that you're perfect for him, you just gotta show him that he's missing out," Sakura interrupted, determined to help her.

Hinata hesitated for a moment before giving in to Sakura's urging. She observed as Sakura deftly swiped through the potential matches with lightning speed, barely stopping to read their profiles or take note of their pictures. It was as if Sakura had become a seasoned expert at navigating the world of online dating, and she was determined to find the perfect match for Hinata no matter what. Hinata couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the whole thing.

"I don't know, Sakura," Hinata said hesitantly. "This all seems a little...weird."

Sakura just rolled her eyes. "Hinata, you're gorgeous and amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you. Just give it a chance, okay?"

Feeling a little apprehensive but also curious, Hinata nodded and watched as Sakura handed her phone back to her. "Just remember to be careful and don't meet up with anyone without letting me know, okay?" Sakura said, giving Hinata a stern look.

As she scrolled through the app, she couldn't help but think about Naruto and how he had rejected her. But with Sakura's encouragement, she realized that there were plenty of other guys out there who would be lucky to have her. And who knows? Maybe one of them would be the perfect match for her after all.

She opened up her profile to look and see what Sakura wrote.

Hi there! I'm Hinata, a sweet and shy girl who loves to read, draw, and practice martial arts. I may come off as quiet at first, but once you get to know me, I'm a total goofball who loves to have fun and make people laugh. When I'm not at school, you can usually find me curled up with a good book or practicing my drawing skills. I also enjoy going on nature walks and exploring new places, especially if there's good food involved! I'm looking for someone who can appreciate my gentle nature and help me come out of my shell. Bonus points if you're kind, caring, and have a great sense of humor. If you're looking for a loyal and affectionate partner, I might just be the one for you. Let's chat and see where things go.

Hinata's face burned with embarrassment as she looked at the photo Sakura had used. It captured her vulnerable state perfectly, and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about it. She let out a heavy sigh and turned off her phone, hoping that the Tinder app wouldn't cause any more trouble.

Sakura got up and patted her butt, offering a hand to help Hinata up. Hinata took it gratefully and dusted off her clothes before taking a deep breath. Despite everything that had happened, she still had to face the rest of the school day.

As they walked into the school building, Hinata felt like everyone was staring at her. She couldn't shake off the feeling that everyone knew about her rejection. However, Sakura's reassuring squeeze on her hand gave her a boost of confidence. "You got this Hinata! Don't let anyone tell you differently."

Hinata smiled weakly at her friend, grateful for her support. Suddenly, she noticed Sasuke walking towards them. Sakura's face lit up at the sight of her boyfriend. "Ah! Sasuke! I missed you!" she exclaimed, running towards him.

Hinata watched as Sasuke's unemotional face remained unchanged as Sakura hugged him. He then looked up at Hinata and greeted her with a curt nod. "Hyuga."

"U-Uchiha," Hinata replied, feeling a little nervous around him.

Sakura pulled Sasuke along, reminding them that they were going to be late for class. Hinata followed behind them.

Hinata sank into her seat, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She tried to focus on the lecture that was about to begin, determined not to let her thoughts wander to the rejection she had just experienced. She took out her notebook and pen, ready to take notes. As she looked up at the teacher, she saw Naruto walking into the classroom. He glanced at her and then quickly looked away, making her feel even more embarrassed.

Sakura noticed Hinata's discomfort and reached over to give her a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't worry about him, Hinata. You're amazing just the way you are. And if he can't see that, then he's not worth your time."

Hinata smiled gratefully at Sakura. She knew that she had a lot of work to do to get over Naruto, but she was determined to try.

The rest of the day went by quickly, and before she knew it, it was time to go home. Hinata walked out of the school with Sakura and Sasuke, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She was glad to be out of that environment and away from the judgmental eyes of her classmates.

"Do you need a ride home?" Sakura offered as they parted ways. Hinata hesitated for a moment before replying, "N-No. I think I'll be fine!" Sasuke received a text on his phone, and he whispered something into Sakura's ear. Hinata noticed Sakura's expression turned a little sad before Sasuke walked back into the school. Concerned, Hinata asked, "W-what's wrong?" to which Sakura replied, "Oh nothing. Just something important came up! So he had to go back inside!" With a quick goodbye, Sakura left, reminding Hinata to message the guys back and not chicken out. Hinata watched as Sakura walked away before she realized that she forgot her bag in the classroom. She rushed back into the building, running straight into the classroom where she found Naruto and Sasuke. Naruto seemed surprised to see her, but Sasuke remained stoic. In a hurry, Hinata grabbed her bag and left the room without wanting to be around Naruto for too long.

As Hinata slowly walked out of the school, the rain began to fall. She sighed, feeling frustrated that it had to rain today, of all days, when she had no ride and no umbrella. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching her, and when she turned, she saw Sasuke standing beside her. "Hyuga," he said in his usual monotone voice. "O-Oh uh hi, U-Uchiha," Hinata stuttered out. Sasuke pulled out an umbrella from his bag and asked, "Need a ride?" Hinata hesitated, not wanting to be a burden. But when a loud clap of thunder echoed in the sky, Hinata panicked and quickly accepted his offer. Sasuke responded with a simple, "Hn," before walking away. Hinata quickly followed, lifting her bag over her head and running under Sasuke's umbrella with him.

As they reached Sasuke's car, he gallantly escorted Hinata to the passenger side, ensuring that she didn't get wet before he got in on the driver's side. "What's the address?" Sasuke asked, opening the GPS app on his phone. "It's 1234 Maple Street Apartments," Hinata replied, buckling her seatbelt. However, she soon realized that Sasuke wasn't using the GPS and was instead driving to her apartment building on his own. Once they arrived, he parked the car in the underground garage and picked up her bag along with his. "You don't have to get out, Uchiha-san. I can walk from here," Hinata protested, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I live here too," Sasuke responded in his usual monotone voice. "Oh, I didn't know that," Hinata said, surprised. Sasuke just made a noncommittal sound in response, and they walked to the elevator in silence.

As they waited for the elevator, Hinata couldn't help feeling a bit awkward. She and Sasuke had never really interacted with each other beyond exchanging greetings, and sometimes not even that. When the elevator arrived, Sasuke clicked the button for the fourth floor, while Hinata clicked the button for the sixth. When the doors opened on Sasuke's floor, he handed her bag back to her and walked away without a word. "Thank you," Hinata called after him, her voice barely above a whisper. Sasuke's only response was a curt "Hn," before the elevator doors closed again. Hinata let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding and walked into her apartment. She slumped onto her couch and pulled out her phone, which immediately started pinging with notifications. Amidst all the matches, one caught her eye.

Match Found: Sasuke Uchiha.

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[orthopoogle]

Looking back more, there were red flags with my ex-best friend even in the way she treated other people, not just me.

This chick dated a guy for months in college while knowing she didn’t really like him before finally breaking up with him over text during the summer once she found a guy she REALLY wanted to date. She would complain to me about how he had the audacity to ask her out on dates (she even threw a fit about him wanting to take her out on VALENTINE’S DAY) and make fun of the way he kissed behind his back.

Freshman year, our college friend group went to a Halloween party that also functioned as a blind date for a girl in our group and a classmate someone knew; my “best friend” ended up snaking in between them at some point in the party and stealing the guy’s attention, then later justified it by going all, “He clearly wasn’t REALLY into her anyways.”

In high school, she was one of the captains of our color guard, and one of the ways she decided to “motivate” the other girls was to tell them they sucked and bully them with talk about how the rifle line was going to be complete crap once she and the other seniors had graduated. She also tried to brag and take sole credit for us doing okay during contest season, because “we wouldn’t have gotten this far if I hadn’t been the one pushing everyone to improve. uwu”

In our adult friend group, one of our guy friends at some point decided he was in love with her, and she made very shitty attempts at turning him down while also acting all flirty with him and going months without telling him when she had a boyfriend “because I don’t want to hurt his feeeeeeelings. 😞”

One time, she, the guy friend, and I made plans to hang out, and she texted me a few hours prior asking if I wanted to ditch our guy friend and go to a party with her, a Tinder date, and the date’s friends. When I told her no, we’re not going to ditch plans we already made with our friend to meet some creepy strangers, she texted the both of us this crappy lie about how she couldn’t make it and then went to the party on her own.

She used to virtue signal about how a man beating his wife is wrong and abusive, then turn around and justify wives beating their husbands when upset, since men are “stronger” and “can handle it.”

Honestly, massive L on my part for putting up with as much as I did and deciding she was still worth being friends with. You really do need to pay attention to how your friends treat their other friends, because if they’re willing to be pieces of shit to someone else, then they will be more than happy to pull some nonsense with you eventually, too.

[dannyxanderson]

HIDEHILLPLOTDROP003 - THE ARREST

Mayday! Mayday!       The ship is slowly sinking                They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling                       They're all around me,                                 Circling like vultures                                         They wanna break me and wash away my colors                                                    Wash away my colors

“Daniel Anderson, you are under arrest for the murders of Jade Parker and Asa Johnson.”

“What the hell are you guys talking about? On what grounds?” He argued, struggling against the two deputies who grabbed his arms, restraining him as a third tried to put on a set of cuffs that Danny was fighting to allow.

Another two officers and a CSI unit walked into his home freely and Danny shouted “You need a warrant!” But the paper presented and read to him showed that the police, for once, were well within their rights.

Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t try to shake the hands off his body whenever a deputy tried to grab him and lead him outside of his house. Danny barely noticed the camera that had been pointed his direction as he was forced into the back of a cruiser.

----

TUESDAY

“I already told you that I had nothing to do with it!”

Danny was exasperated. How long had he been here? An hour? A day?

The detective, graying and old, dropped a file in front of Danny, pushing it towards him. It was a picture of footprints at Jade’s crime scene. “Your shoe size and weight fits the prints.”

“You said it yourself, they were tampered with and I can think of five other guys who fit the profile like I do.”

“Danny - we know it was you. We know you’re involved. Where were you on the day Jade disappeared?”

“Tinder date - Nancy Von.”

“Good Girl Nancy Von?”

Danny smirked, “The quiet ones are the wildest ones.” A realization dawned on him then and he laughed, mostly to himself. He’d forgotten almost entirely. “Camila Alvarez too. Busy day.”

He’d let the police draw their own conclusions.

The Detective gave an exasperated sigh and Danny only chuckled, shrugging his shoulders and tugging on the handcuffs again as if they would magically come off.

“We searched your home.” The thought caused the corner of Danny’s lip to curl in a snarl. They would find nothing but it annoyed him to think of these useless asses going through his shit. “We found your setup.” Danny rolled his eyes, of course they did. It was his spare room for his leigt shit. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were trying to get into his computers now. It made him laugh if they thought they had a chance. 

“I’m an ethical hacker.” Danny tilted his head at the detective and reached up - as much as he could - to scratch at the scruff that had grown on his chin. “I’m certified and everything is legit.” 

The look he got in return told Danny that Steven knew it was bullshit but he had nothing on Danny. Never would - not when deals like the ones he did with Kaplan Industries and the Lopez/Ibanez families paid him the way they did. Steven shook his head. “We will find something.”

“Sure you will.”  

“Why did you have Jade’s Parker phone on you?” 

Danny clamped his mouth shut. That was a hard one to explain without implicating Morgan Parker. He didn’t care about the other but he was a client and his business was built on his ability to keep anonymity. All this damn trouble for a couple hundred dollars. 

“Answer the question. Why did you have Jade Parker’s phone?”

Silence. 

Danny leaned back against his seat, let his head fall back and closed his eyes. A nap would do wonders if this was the line of questioning for day one. Fucking idiots - did they really think they had anything on him? 

WEDNESDAY

“Sofia Alvarez stated that you refused to meet with her right before Jordan’s attack. Were you kidnaping Jordan?”

“Wait,” Danny straightened then, the cops noting the interest that suddenly overcame Danny. They exchanged a look. “Sofia testified against me?”

“She did.”

“Fucking bitch.”

“Why is that a problem?”

“Are you stupid?” Danny seethed, feeling the edge of rage starting to form. “That’s my ex-girlfriend who is apparently a liar on top of everything. Of course, it’s a problem.”

“Is she next on your list now?”

“I don’t have a list because I’m not the killer.” Each word was emphasized. Maybe if he spoke slowly, they would understand. 

“We know about the fight with Jordan.”

“Everyone one does.”

“Why was he your next target? Was it because of Sofia.”

“He wasn’t a target - I didn’t kidnap Jordan. We made up.” Danny paused, tilting his head slightly. “Until I slept with his sister at the party but...” He shrugged, no real loss to him anyways.

“Sofia thinks otherwise. She thinks you went after him.”

“Good for her.”

THURSDAY

Danny scrunched his nose at the sip of stale coffee he took. At least they gave him coffee after being awake for almost two days. “I was with Ronnie, Sofia, Zada and Mackenzie. Few others here and there.” It was the list of people he spent time with at the party. They would have have him write down the full list. ”Oh, my sister too.”  “We have multiple people coming forward saying they saw you and Asa leave the party”

“Went for a smoke.”

“Is that when you knocked him out?”

“Never said that.”

“Danny - it’ll be easier if you cooperate”

Anderson rolled his eyes at him, tugging at his restraints. He was fucking done with this. “I’ve been interrogated for two days and I’ve answered every question. Are you stupid or did you forget the definition of cooperative?”

FRIDAY

“Oh for fuck’s sake - I didn’t send her the fucking finger!” Danny shouted, losing his temper finally and shouting at the cops as he stood up rapidly, the chair falling back with the speed. he got up with, tugging on the cuffs that were linked to the interrogation table.

“Sit down!”

“Fuck you!”

The detective and his partner wrangled Danny back to his seat and he shrugged them violently off.

“There are countless reports of you rough handling Katherine at the park.”

“Oh did that loud-mouth bitch not mention that she was the one hitting me out of nowhere? And all I did was restrain her?” Danny scoffed, shaking his head. The women here got away with abuse and gaslighting but the moment a man tried to stop it, he was the villain. He rolled his eyes.

“She said that she was scared of you and what you were capable of. Sofia agreed - what do you have to say about that?”

Danny bristled, his fists clenching so hard the knuckles were ghostly. “I have never dealt with Kat outside of Sofia and her friendship. Our interactions are limited  so i don’t know what she’s talking about. And I have never raised a hand at Sofia Alvarez.” Finally, Danny gave in and shook his head, leaning back on his chair. “I’m done with this - I want my lawyer. Call Gloria Ibanez.”

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Testimony Accounts from the town reported to the police.

CLUE NUMBER ONE: Danny has the body type that would fit the way the murders were happening. He would be strong enough to beat up and kidnap Jordan while also having to struggle to drag a dead body.

CLUE NUMBER TWO: “the murder and all of this didn’t affect him much” how couldn’t a kill effect him unless he did it himself?

CLUE NUMBER THREE: He vows to Sofia that nothing will happen to her even though he has no control over that— unless he was the killer he would have. Vowed is a stronger word than promised so why use it if you don’t actually have the power to make sure you can keep her safe.

CLUE NUMBER FIVE: Danny is a hacker, which means he could make sure no cameras seen him take jade and he could easily send the shadow texts.

CLUE NUMBER SIX: He kissed multiple people the night of the party and since he comes off as kind and helpful, most of the town trust him. This could be why asa was surprised that it was him. Various people saw Asa and Danny walked out during the party.

CLUE NUMBER SEVEN: He does what he can to be by himself. He leaves Zada alone and then when Sofia was begging for him, he leaves her alone as well. This means he had time by himself before he even ran into Kenzie. He could also use Kenzie has a quick alibi.

CLUE NUMBER EIGHT: He wants to really leave the hotel room that he is in. To the point he asks multiple people about either switching or leaving. Sofia and Zada hasn’t said anything to each other, so what is his reasoning to wanting to leave?

CLUE NUMBER NINE: He goes over to Sofia’s one night when he was on watch and it was silence from the shadow since he was busy with Sofia.

CLUE NUMBER TEN: Danny texted that he couldn’t come over tonight but he could do it another night. This was right before the Jordan attack.

Found During the House Check

A rather impressive computer set up with high tech gear. Police techs took his set up and are currently trying to get into it. So far, they have found nothing outside of legit jobs and an interesting google search history. Mostly just embarrassing searches. 

Jade Parker’s phone was located on Danny Anderson and has been taken into police custody for further review. 

A couple of burner phones.

[ml-1998]

Part 1/4

I really feel the need to write this as we’ve closed the book. This for me. So I can look back at us without putting myself through the pain of seeing pictures of you and us together.

First year of uni I had the worst year of my life. Being on my alone for the first time. Having a bad heartbreak and finally accepting I struggle with depression. It was a low for me. Everything felt hopeless. Then I finished first year and went back one with this pain. University second year started and I was still carrying this pain someone left and I was close to letting it go even though this person kept trying to keep me roped in. That’s when I met you. Remember swiping on tinder when you’re name popped up and I recognised the beautiful girl that observing my rehearsal. I obviously swiped right and we matched and although it wasn’t you that swiped we can both say we were happy she did. Then I asked for your Snapchat and got your real one and at first I know you were hesitant because your friend gave me your Snapchat but that night we talked for hours. Playing 100 questions game. Asking each other questions and getting to know each other. I remember thinking who is this girl. Why do we get on so well. Then come the music video. Ritz was good friend of mine and was doing film and asked me to be part of his film and I said yeah and he needed another actress and I immediately thought of you? Why? I just wanted a reason to meet you. I remember the first time I saw you. When we went to his house to talk about the film and I was talking to you and I could feel the tension we had from the moment we met. Do you remember it? The first time we went to ember and we played pool. I was telling you to stop distracting me and you said you didn’t know what I meant. I was flirting with you. I couldn’t look at you and focus. You filled my heart with butterflies when you looked at me. Then we started filming and when we had to look at each other and I had every urge to kiss you but stayed professional. I wish I could kiss you now. Then we sat on the couch and you put your legs on my lap and that was the first time we cuddled. I remember in between shoots where you tried to tackle me into the ground and floored you and just stayed there looking at you. And from then on we carried on texting every hour of everyday. Talking about our wants and likes and loves in life. Families. Deep insecurities. I felt so comfortable talking about anything with you. You made me feel safe and let my guard down. All this while I was living with the girl that broke my heart and you helped me pick up the pieces and you built it back up with me. From this point on I saw you alot. From gobble to the green room to the library. Until gobble December 12th. When you were dared to kiss me. It wasn’t a dare you wanted to and I wanted you to. And you still didn’t know I liked you. Until I told you as you were getting your jacket from the cloakroom. I still remember the red dress you were wearing. How your hair curled down perfectly past your shoulders. how you looked at me when I told you I had feelings for you. And how much courage it took for me to say it. Then in December we made it exclusive. And from that point on I realised there was something really special here. Everything felt so effortless. Talking to you was what I looked forward to most. Texting till the late hours in the morning. The first time we slept together and everything just felt right. No awkwardness. It was like a perfect symphony. And on February 4th I asked you what we were. You said “boyfriend and girlfriend?” I was so happy you said that. I remember thinking I can’t believe this girl is mine and you said to me “you only said that cause I said it” and I said I would have said it if you didn’t. I think not having you 24/7 gave me more value and appreciation of what I had. We didn’t waste time being petty to each other. Causing issues. We had such a level of trust that I don’t think anything could have broken it. The bond we shared from the day we met always felt unbreakable to me. I really thought it was and maybe it is. Then came your family. Your friend caused you so many problems and it gets blamed on us and you felt no other option but to break up with me and that’s what you did.Part 2 ->

[channie80-blog]

PSA to the single ladies on dating apps. Beware of this gem!

Anyone else been "catfished" by Ernest Dudley Wellington III?

I met Dudley on tinder in 2016 when I lived in Phoenix, AZ and talked for about 2 years. His story was that he worked for the government in one of the "secret type agencies". He told me he had a home in Phoenix and was retiring at the end of the year and would be living in AZ full time. He was currently residing in Washington, DC with ties to Michigan and Maryland. We spoke on the phone constantly and texted all the time. We shared pictures and we started talking about a future together. He would send me a picture of a toddler and tell me he wants to have a son like the one in the picture with me. We talked about marriage and a life together.

Naturally I asked about past relationships and he told me that he had a long term relationship with a woman that had a son. It ended because she would never let him full in basically. I opened up about my ex-husband and we talked about what we both wanted out of a partner. With his past military type work, he told me he has severe PTSD so I didn't push for info and tired to be as understanding as possible.

I didn't have any suspicions that he wasn't the man in the photos so when he finally made a trip back to Phoenix to see me after talking for months, I was fully expecting it to be him, and it was. We had a nice evening together talking and hanging out in a public place. We had great chemistry and made out like teenagers (PG/PG-13) stuff in the parking lot. He wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to stay and ended up leaving the next morning, or at least that's what he told me. We continued to talk constantly after our meeting.

The end of 2016 came and went and he said he retired but was staying in DC for his PTSD therapy and treatments. He even made reference to how he should have thought about spousal therapy and how his PTSD could impact me (as a spouse). He told me he was concerned for my safety if he came back before he was ready as he wakes up in the middle of the night in full on panic mode thunking he is being kidnapped and breaking doors. How could I question that?!?

Fast forward to fall of 2017 where I made a plan to come to DC to see him. Shortly after making this plan, he tells me he has to go to South Korea as this is where his team was deploying to should they be needed for the North Korea threat (or something to that tune). He said he was hopeful he would be back by my trip. My BFF was wanting to plan a trip to Baltimore to visit a friend of hers so we ended up making it our annual girls trip and hit up NYC first and then flew to Baltimore. As you can guess, he wasn't back from his trip so I ended up exploring DC solo. Had a fantastic time. Texted and talked to him the entire time while sharing pictures, etc.

I arrived back home and within a few weeks he completely ghosted me. I wake up to a text on a Sunday morning saying that he needed space and vanished. Naturally I freaked out as my heart was sinking and breaking. I tried reaching out a number of times but nothing. I finally get a reply and he tells me he lost a member of his team and was in a bad place. I did my best to give space but it was hard since he had already dropped the "I love you" on me a few months earlier and I was just finally opening up to that possibility that he meant it. Finally letting my guard totally down with this man.

Fast forward again to end of 2018/beginning 2019 and we had been talking a bit more regularly at this point. I was starting to question things as all the pictures he would send me were of him in a car, hotel room, gym or just of his face. I remember asking for a picture of something in his life. He sent me a selfie of just his face and the ceiling and I asked to see his room. For him to show me something in his surrounding. He told me I was weird for asking and that was my last straw. I told him to keep his secrets and deleted every message thread we had. I deleted his phone number and email address.

You know that saying that a mom trying to find their kid can do more digging than the entire FBI....well in 2020 I started to dig. I had to fully let the entire situation go and do some healing due to some things that happened to me directly after he vanished. I had to get into a healthy space again and that took me some time.

I ended up finding his wife's Facebook page. She changed her status to "married" the exact same time he was ghosting me. Looks as if he never left the long term relationship he told me about when we met. Most recently, I relocated to Indianapolis for work and was on Bumble. I have lived here for about 5 months now and done my fair share of swiping but a couple weeks ago his face popped up on my screen and my heart about sank. He is a lying, cheating, predator that looks for women to string along and waste time with in random cities. Of course I swiped on him (his profile picture was rhe same one that he used in 2016) and we matched. Either he didn't recognize me because he does this to so many women or he was expecting g a different message than what I sent. Either way, he deleted the match immediately and never replied to me.

This is my PSA to all the single women out there. His name is Ernest Dudley Wellington III. He has been linked to Silver Springs, MD / Washington, DC / Michigan. He claims to be a contractor for one of the government agencies and travels a lot. I have attached some of the pictures I have of him as well as the most recent screen grabs of his Bumble account that I encountered in Indy. Beware of him. He seems like a good dude but he IS NOT.

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List of people I talked to or dated after my 4 year-relationship with Kath

Hi there! Here's the list of the people I talked to or dated (?) after my 4 year relationship. To note, this will start around 2022, the year my ex and I broke up.

Quick backstory, I tried online dating again 3 months after Kath and I broke up - I'm not looking for anything serious at the time, what I needed is someone to talk to.

But since we're here 2 years after the break up, it's normal to have my preferences when it comes to dating, changed or upgraded. So here's the list of the people (girl/s included) that I talked to or dated from 2022-2023.

Buns (April-May 2022) Buns is a girl I met on a dating app called Tinder. At first, I swiped right because she seems oddly familiar, until I realized that she is one of Kath's friends (and no, I didn't meet her in person during the time Kath and I were still together because they're not really that close - and they met because of a mutual friend). They used to play COD along with their other friends as well. When we started talking, I didn't tell her immediately that I knew her, and so I started telling her about Kath without actually telling her who she was. Until the next day, I came up with a plan to tell her that I know people from where she used to study in college. And that's when she found out that the ex I was referring to was Kath. We only met once because I was curious and I wanted to see what she looks like in person. The date was short and decent (plus I paid for it ugh) but the conversation is a bit boring. Through the days that followed, she told me that she wanted me to be her girlfriend but at the time, I wasn't really looking for anything serious, and hell, I just got out of a serious relationship. At the time, she's been single for 2 years while I've only been single for 3 months. Also it concerned me that it doesn't bother her that Kath used to be my girlfriend, and that she doesn't care if Kath is her friend - she still wants to be with me. But I never gave in, because at the time, I know I can't and I know it will never work out. Until the last few weeks of May, her replies became a little bit cold and she replies hours or days late. Until eventually, we started falling out because she never replied on my last message. And I never bothered messaging her too again.

Niko (April-May 2022) As you can see, there has been an overlap with Buns and Niko. At the time, when I was active on Tinder, I also met Niko. The gist was, I swiped right because Niko used to be my high school schoolmate, only he was from the upper batch. When I was in high school, I really found him charismatic, hence I had a slight crush on him during high school. Niko is nice and easy to talk to. Also our humor are on the same wavelength that's why we vibed so much. The only thing was he's more quiet in person. And I found that a bit boring. But between him and Buns, I preferred him more. We went out twice but with other people, I think we never really went out just the two of us which was probably one of the reasons why it didn't work out. Plus whenever we'd go out, there's always alcohol involved. And alcohols are harmful for a reason. Don't worry, we never had sex. I'm just saying, alcohols are harmful. Anyway, the last time I saw him was during my 25th birthday celebration. I invited him along with my super duper close friends for a pre-birthday celebration dinner. I'm glad that he went, but at the same time I'm not happy with what he wore that night. And let me tell you why. Imagine celebrating your birthday in one of BGC's well lit area where people kind of dress decently. Not exactly the suit and tie kind, but pants, nice top/shirt, and shoes. So we celebrated my birthday at Tipsy Pig, and other people are clothed decently, and to my surprise I saw him outside Tipsy Pig wearing a satire Jollibee shirt, shorts, slippers, and jacket. I know I might sound a bit shallow, but it was a birthday dinner in BGC - he could've worn something nice - like TSHIRTS are generally okay with me I don't care - plain, printed, checkered, or plaid - whatever you prefer as long as you wear PANTS and sneakers. That's it. As shallow as that sounds, it was a major turn off for me. I don't care if you didn't get me a gift - and I am glad he came, but the effort of him AT LEAST dressing NICELY or DECENTLY was kind of what I was hoping for. We still talked a bit on my actual birthday, but I never replied after. I really didn't have the energy to reply anymore. Around June of 2022, he unfollowed me on Instagram and unfriended me on Facebook. But last October 2023, he started following me again on Instagram. No romance ever rekindled, don't worry.

Aaron (late 2022 or early 2023 - until December 2023) I never actually dated this guy but we were talking for months (on and off talking). I just can't remember when it started. Aaron was a friend from high school. Although we're not really schoolmates back then, we had lots of mutual friends. I really thought of taking him a bit seriously given that I'm already on the verge of being ready to date again. He asked me out a lot but he never gave me a sure date when. It's always, "Sige isipin ko muna kung kelan." So I never went out with him, because that made me unsure of him. Also, location kind of became an issue since he always wanted to hang out around Makati where he lives. I used to live in Makati, and whenever I'll go to Makati, it's usually me hanging out with my friends especially during the weekend, to relax and destress after a long work week. He told me he doesn't really want to go here in Antipolo where I currently live because it's far and he might get lost. So he wants me to go to Makati for him. Which I never did. He wanted me to go and hang out with him, and I say yes, but why should I be the one who'd travel that far just to "hang out"? I told him lots of times that we can meet half way. And yet no dates were ever secured. After all, if you really want to pursue someone, wouldn't you go against all odds just to prove that you really like this person? But well, I guess he doesn't really like me enough. Maybe he just likes the idea of having someone. 4. Ninyo (July 2022) I met Ninyo (or also known as Hans on Bumble) during my active on Bumble era. Honestly, he was very easy to talk to to the point we both decided to move the conversation on Telegram. We talked for a few days on Telegram until he ghosted me. I never bothered messaging him again and just deleted the conversation. 5. Mark (2017, 2022-2023) Mark IS honestly the guy I would TOTALLY date if I'll be given a chance to. He really became my crush to the point that if he JUST seriously asked me out I would put down all my defenses and say YES in a heartbeat. I met Mark through a mutual friend one night in 2017. At the time, I was in a new relationship with Kath. My friend told me Mark had a crush on me, but since I was in a relationship at the time, I've never really given it much thought. We then became social media friends, and soon I found out that he has a girlfriend (I wasn't jealous okay, I was in a relationship!!!) The same year Kath and I broke up was also the same year him and his girlfriend broke up. Although Kath and I broke up around January 2022, they broke up around late 2022 - I don't know exactly when. When I was going through the break up phase, Mark was messaging me like some sort of advices, asking me if I was okay and so I did the same thing when they broke up - to note, we gave each other advice as FRIENDS. Around late 2022 to early 2023, there were messages between us where flirty exchanges are happening, and that's when I thought that if this guy decided to pursue me, I WOULD DEFINITELY SAY YES. But nothing really happened because one day we were talking about life, talking about our individual future plans and the next day he just stops replying. And weeks will pass by. Until that became a cycle. The conversation would only start again whenever I'd post a selfie on my Instagram or Messenger story - then we'd talk again for days, until he'd stop replying again. So of course, I got tired of the cycle, I stopped entertaining him then. We won't tolerate the mixed signals - ANYMORE.