#full of cusswords

[prettybluiguess]

Random Skitty Comic I needed to draw

[ethereacals]

i wish i were heather...

synopsis: you were under the impression that you were stable in your secret long-term relationship with three of the four marauders, until it becomes clear that you aren't the girl they want anymore. (so you think). will you lose them before its too late? or have you already?

pairings: fem!reader x poly!marauders ` poly!marauders x lily evans

warnings: NO LILY SLANDER!! SHE'S PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL AND ITS NOT HER FAULT!!, cusswords, ANGST, depressing, a blip of reader skipping meals on the radar but it's srsly nothing crazy, insecure reader, the marauders besides peter are dicks, reader is a little naive, the marauders borderline cheat on you, no happy ending, there might still be one thoughhh, possibly slytherin!reader if you squint?,

part one in the conan gray series

A/N!!: In some of the fic i use colors to represent a certain character! Orange is Lily, Red is James, and Green is Barty :3

wc; 2.4k

LIFE WAS AMAZING, which is not usually how stories begin.

You felt so safe and secure in your secret relationship with Hogwarts' once most eligible bachelors... The Marauders.

The rush of excitement that coursed through your veins every time you shared a hidden glance with Remus, or hiding in the showers of the Gryffindor boys locker room with James after his quidditch victory, and sneaking off to empty classrooms where anyone from anywhere could catch you with Sirius.

It was heavenly, these boys were all you would ever need.

until... now.

You were in Remus' sweater, he said it looked better on you than it did him. If only he knew how much you liked him...

The fireplace erupted with a citrine glow, illuminating the Gryffindor common room beautifully.

Most impactfully, it lit up Remus' scar-kissed features.

His freckles looked as if they were painted onto his face with careful hands by a renaissance painter.

His eyes half-lidded from his lack of sleep from the incoming full moon that was slowly approaching, it pained you to know how much they hurt him.

For once, Remus wasn't in a sweater. Since his was rested comfortably on your body, as your scent comforted The Wolf greatly.

And his scent comforted you, too.

Remus' book had suddenly landed on your lap, and though it startled you a bit. You didn't bother to ask why, until you sat up.

Remus was locked in a passionate conversation with Gryffindor's resident golden girl, Lily Evans.

"Evans, it's lovely to see you."

"Same to you, Lupin."

Godric, was she beautiful.

"I just stopped by to see if you had gotten any of the Defence Against The Dark Arts homework done?"

Lily Evans was as radiant as an angel who blessed anyone with her presence.

"I have; actually, I just finished my paper."

Remus seemed mesmerized by her, the golden gleam from the fire painting her features gorgeously in that same citrine glow as Remus'.

"Could I have a look of it? Not to copy it- obviously, I just want to see how others are wording the question."

You weren't even half as pretty as Lily.

"Of course, and I know you'd never cheat."

"You're the smartest witch in our year."

You tried not to mind other girls flirting with your boys.

Just because you knew that later that night they'd be back to your boys again, and only yours.

As she was about to go, she planted a soft kiss on the side of Remus' cheek, leaving him blushing softly as he bid her goodbye.

Your heart clenched, it was merely a pleasantry. You were being dramatic.

"Are you alright, dove?" Your head perked up at the sound of Remus' voice.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." You mused, albeit a bit absentmindedly.

"Are you tired?" He asked carefully.

"I am, actually..." You forced a sweet smile onto your lips, as he leaned down to kiss them softly.

That kiss was the last one that felt anything more than a chore, an obligation.

That was also your last kiss with Remus.

Cheering James on at the quidditch pitch was just the thrill you needed after that melancholy moment with Remus.

He soared through the field like he was on top of the world, the players scattered around the pitch for one common goal: to win.

Gryffindor had won the game with 60 points, and James had caught the snitch like usual.

This game was also a rain game.

Just as you were about to head down to showers when you spotted Lily excitedly trailing after James.

You knew full well that James chased Lily tirelessly since they started school, that was also well before you came into the picture.

You also knew that she wanted nothing to do with him or the other marauders, so what was with her infatuation now?

Why your boys? She couldn't find her own boys?

But maybe she was just being friendly, right? The boys would never ever cheat on you... right?

You heard Lily giggle as James so graciously held the curtain open for her to enter the locker room, and your heart clenched.

You followed them in, jealously.

"James?" You called, as James poked his head from the changing area. Sweat glistening off his abs.

"Hi, Y/N." He shut the curtain behind him, as if he had something to hide.

Also; he barely just called you by your first name.

"You didn't come to see me after the game?" You questioned, grazing his cheek gently as he spoke."

"Sorry, Y/N. It was a long one." He excused, as he clearly looked a bit flushed.

"You look red, are you dehydrated?"

"Godric, y/n. you are hardly my mum."

You giggled as if it was a joke, yet he seemed quite stone faced.

You cleared your throat embarrassingly once you realized.

"I... just wanted to congratulate you on another win." You forcefully smiled again.

"Thank you, I really appreciate that." Then, he flashed his classic grin at you.

The grin he hadn't flashed at you since he realized he genuinely liked you.

What the fuck?

"Victory kiss?" You asked quietly, with some false hope mixed in.

"Of course." He pecked your forehead quickly, before hurrying off back to his changing area.

And with that, you had also left the steamy tent and outside into the cool, soft rain once more.

A forehead kiss? whenever he used to give you victory kisses they'd be full-on make outs in that same changing room or the showers.

James was falling out of love with you, and you knew it.

Luckily, you could easily disguise your tears with the excuse of it raining.

"Victory kiss?" Lily mewled, from her position on the stool in his changing spot.

"Just on the forehead, lovely."

You stopped showing up to breakfast, as the one time you decided to go Lily was sat in your spot next to Sirius.

Dorcas was nearly at her wits end with the boys and their antics.

The motley crew of Slytherins were the only ones who knew of your relationship, and they were pissed off.

"Treasure, surely they aren't fucked enough to know that you are the best thing they've ever had!" Barty explained, laying upside-down on his bed across from you.

"I-It's no use, Jr." You cried softly, mirroring his position yet on your bed instead. The tears (and blood) rushing to your hairline instead of your face because Dorcas said 'Your makeup is too pretty to ruin, love.' .

"There is a use, Y/L/N. we'll kill them-"

"Jr, absolutely not." Regulus chided, rubbing your shoulder. "She's clearly upset, I don't see the issue."

"Murder is never a good option, Barty." Dorcas scolded gently.

"So what are we gonna do then? My Treasure can't go on like this!"

"You said you've already talked to James and Remus? Maybe you can go talk to... eh... Sirius." Clearly, that name was hard for Regulus to get out.

"*Sniff* yeah, yeah- I'll go talk to him..." You sat up half-hazardously, and strutted out of the dorm-room to go (hopefully) save your relationship.

You still remember the third of December.

Sirius lounged on the couch while speaking with the other marauders, about some sort of prank on the other group of Slytherins.

"And then, we'll-"

"Hi, Siri." You sat next to him, beaming up at him (hopefully).

"...y/n." He greeted casually, before continuing to talk.

Your smile faded, as he continued to talk to your other boyfriends friends about this horrible prank.

Instead of leaving, you sat quietly next to them, as if you were some decoration or trophy wife.

This was truly your breaking point, as you saw Lily sit down on the couches of the common room as she caught all of their attention, you hadn't seemed to do that for ages. Though, she was wearing something familiar...

Remus'... sweater...

Remus'- YOUR Remus' sweater.

"How's it look?" Lily asked, giving them a twirl. Their eyes locked on her.

"Gorgeous, doll." Sirius flirted, shooting her a wink.

"Truly a sight for sore eyes." James grinned.

"It looks better on you than it did me." Remus took her hand and helped her sit down on the couch in between him and James.

That's exactly what he said to you...

He put his arm 'round her shoulder,

suddenly you got colder.

She's got them mesmerized... while you die.

But how could you hate her?

She's such an angel...

But then again you wished she were dead.

"Why would you ever kiss me?" You asked impulsively.

"What?" James looked up from Lily, all eyes on you.

"I mean- I'm not even half as pretty."

"Y/n, You're overthinking it-" Remus started it.

"You gave her your sweater!" You shot back.

"It's just polyester!" Remus defended.

"But you like her better." You felt the tears rush to your waterline.

"We're done." You whispered, leaving Lily looking so confused and the common room dead quiet.

"What does she mean by that...?" Lily seemed horrified.

"We... weren't really dating.." Sirius attempted to defend.

"Yes, we were, you tosser!" James shoved him.

"You said yourself that you were bored of her!" Remus stated matter-of-factly.

"Was I seriously the other woman?" Lily mewled, her hands clutching the sides of her head.

"Nonono- No, we were planning to break up with her but- because we all wanted you-" Sirius tried again.

"Then don't fuck around with her feelings just to get me!" Lily yelled, standing up quickly.

"I appreciate the admiration- but I need time to process, okay? You all were absolute... arseholes to her, I'll admit." Lily started,

"Are you saying no?" James quickly cut in.

"...No..." Lily ended.

After crying your eyes out to Barty and Regulus over your breakup, December 7th rolled around.

The day that students were meant to be studying for their OWLS and other end of term exams.

You would usually be in the library 24/7.

Lily, had finally come around and accepted the boys' proposal, and their relationship became public quickly.

Lily obviously still felt this bitter taste of guilt in her mouth, as did all of them.

So today, Lily had convinced them all to apologize to you for borderline cheating and lying and manipulating and gaslighting-.

But, you were nowhere to be found.

"Regulus! Regulus, wait up!" Lily ran through the hallways to get to her.

"Evans, Brother.. Potter... and Lupin.." She said those last three names with utter disgust.

"We're trying to find Y/n, have you seen her?" Remus asked quietly, he was definitely feeling the most guilt.

"Y/n? Well, If she was here, I think she'd completely refuse to see you lot." Regulus explained bluntly.

"W-What do you mean "If she was here"?" James questioned.

"I mean, Her, Junior., and the Rosier twins completed their OWLS early and hightailed it to Junior's holiday house for the rest of the break." He explained casually.

"What?" Sirius scowled.

"What the hell is my girl-... Y/n doing with them?" James had the same expression as Sirius.

"They are simply better friends then you were to her, hm? I don't blame her."

"When will she be back?" Lily asked breathlessly.

"End of December, If she ever returns." Regulus strolled away, potions book in hand.

"...We fucked up."

Fin.

[justnatoka]

Creep deterrent

Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

A/n: Just a little something that came to my mind while working on another request. It took hold of my brain so I had to get it out lol.

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: stalking and creepy behaviour

Summary: After being followed and chased around by some creep on the boardwalk, you ask for help from the infamous boys of Santa Carla.

At any other night you would have steered clear of them. That's what most people did – except for the meathead surf nazis. They were hard to miss, the howling of their bike engines echoing over the noise of the boardwalk. These boys looked like trouble; it was wiser to keep a safe distance and not get involved with them. But that's exactly why you needed them tonight.

It was a weekly tradition with your friends to spend weekend nights on the boardwalk. You played games, ate greasy food and got drunk on the beach around a campfire. It was a reliable routine, one that guaranteed to get your spirits up no matter how grueling the days before have been. You could count on them to meet you at the entrance at the same exact time every Friday and Saturday. Perhaps that's why he knew you would be here on this exact night.

You had no idea who he was, you've never seen him before last Friday, when you first spotted him following your group around the boardwalk. At first, you told yourself that it was nothing, you were delusional, he was just another person enjoying the cheerful atmosphere. Sure, it was a bit unnerving that he was wearing a dark hoodie and a baseball cap, effectively concealing his face, but if he wanted to sweat his ass off in the balmy summer air, that was his choice.

But then you started seeing him more and more as the night progressed, always keeping some distance, but always there. And when you noticed him on Saturday as well, wearing the exact same clothes, doing the exact same stuff, you got really anxious. You brought it up with your friends, however in their slightly drunken state they laughed it off as just a pathetic creep who got off on ogling at pretty girls. You didn't share their merriment, but decided to let it go for now. Up until now he didn't do anything more than stare. There was no real harm in that, right? Wrong.

Here you were a week later, making your way out of the public bathroom, looking around for your friends. The boardwalk was busier than usual, probably due to the fact that a popular band was playing at the stage tonight. That's why you didn't worry when you didn't spot them right away. But the more you looked, turning your head this way and that, and still not being able to see them, you started getting a bit nervous.

That's when you noticed him. A solitary figure dressed in a dark hoodie and baseball cap, standing in one place while the colorful crowd weaved around him. Your stomach dropped when he took a step towards you, and even though you couldn't make out his face, you were sure he was staring right at you, your skin crawling under his unseen gaze.

When he took another step, your mind blanked. You didn't think, you just ran.

While weaving through the crowd as fast as you could, your brain booted back up, and your mind started racing a mile a minute. What did he want? Why was he doing this? How long has he been stalking you? What if this has been going on longer than you've realized, and it was only by accident that you've noticed him last week? Were you his target all along or did he choose you because you were alone? It was clear he wanted to use this opportunity; for what, you had no idea, and you had no intention of finding out either.

Occasionally, you kept glancing back to discover him still following you. And he just kept on coming, the distance between you shrinking at an alarming rate. At this point you threw good manners aside and started pushing people out of your way, ignoring complaints and cusswords directed at you. Your veins were running full of adrenaline, the rapid thumping of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. You had no idea where exactly you were headed, the only thought filling your mind was the need to be as far from him as possible.

The crowd finally spit you out near the edge of the boardwalk; the railing separating the beach to your left, and up ahead a set of stairs leading down to the sand. At the other side of said stairs, surveying and laughing at the drunken antics of the people below were four familiar figures. The infamous boys of Santa Carla were lazing around their bikes, all easy smiles and cigarette smoke and loud chatter. You've never interacted with them before – you knew they were trouble –, but now it only took you half a second to weight your options.

Conversation between them died down as soon as they noticed you approaching, your steps purposeful, the air around you reeking with anxiety.

"What's up, dollface?" one of the blonde guys asked, lean body resting against his bike, his eyes looking you up and down with a crooked smile.

"Are you alright?" the tall brunette inquired, his concerned gaze taking in the slight shake of your hands.

You wrung them together nervously, risking a glance back at the crowd. It directed their attention behind you, and they immediately noticed the dark figure lurking nearby, clearly turned in your direction. You hoped that the sight of the four boys would cause him to hesitate, but it seemed like the prospect of passing up his chance made him reckless, as he started to move towards you again.

You took a few steps back, colliding with a solid body. You flinched when two big hands took hold of your shoulder, steadying you on your feet. Looking up, your eyes met warm brown ones, the brunette sending you a small, reassuring smile.

"H-he's stalking me." The words stumbled out of your mouth before you've even realized. "He's been following me and my friends, and now I got separated from them, and couldn't find them anywhere and then he started chasing me," you rambled on, your breath hitching as you watched him approach.

The grip on your shoulders tightened, the boys exchanging silent looks, before they took action. The blond who first spoke to you and the shorter one hopped on their bikes, revving their engines and moving in front of you, essentially creating a shield of flesh and blood and steel between you and the creep. This finally made him stop, hands clenching and unclenching in silent frustration.

"Hey, dude, fuck off," the shorter one shouted over.

It only made him even more agitated, but he still didn't leave. It's not like he could fight off all four of them if it came down to it, however that didn't seem to matter to him right now. His sheer determination to harm you – because you had no doubt that that's what was going to happen if he got his hands on you – made you even more terrified.

That's when the last boy made his move. He didn't say anything until now, quietly assessing the situation from the background and letting his friends deal with it. But now he was walking forward, his movements filled with confidence and a sureness you've only hoped to possess. There was something dangerous about it, how calm he was, and as he passed you, you could have sworn you saw the features of his face change. The next second he was already in front of you, your eyes glued to his back as he stepped between the two bikes and stopped at a short distance from the creep.

He slowly brought his cigarette to his lips and blew out a lazy stream of smoke.

"I think you should go."

That was all he said, his voice cold as he – you assumed – looked deep in the eyes of your pursuer. You had no idea what the creep saw on him, but it was enough to make him falter, taking back a few hasty steps before straight up running off.

When he turned back around, there was nothing unusual about him, he looked exactly like he did a few minutes ago. He came up to you with a smirk on his scruffy face, and in the most nonchalant voice he said,

"He's not gonna bother you anymore."

You faintly registered the two blondes behind him grinning at each other, giggling and mocking how the guy ran like a baby. You were too busy with the feeling of your face burning up from the intense gaze of the boy in front of you.

He took one of your hands in his glowed one, and you watched in a daze as he brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

"I'm David, and these are my boys. Pleasure to meet you," he said, his voice doing funny things to your stomach. You stuttered out your name in return, and his grin widened at your reaction.

He introduced the other three. Dwayne flashing you a lopsided smile, Marko giving you a small wave and Paul sending a wink your way. You jumped when Paul suddenly threw his arm around your shoulder, and with a tone that was definitely flirty he asked,

"How about you stay with us for the rest of the night, hm, sugar? Just to make sure the dude doesn't come back."

You looked at each one of them, their good looks and easy smiles and the danger in their eyes making your heart flutter. Oh, they were definitely trouble. But interestingly enough, you had a feeling that their company was the safest place you could be in the whole of Santa Carla. You've found yourself agreeing before you've even realized.

As Marko took hold of your hand to show you his bike, you felt yourself finally relax. You couldn't wait to tell your friends all about it.

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Public Divorce: First time she dealt with Audrey Akumatized, Lila took advantage of the magic that allows Miraculous users and Akumatized people to understand any language to unload on her with full Romanesco (hint: in Rome there's a restaurant that uses traditional cusswords and insults as a gimmick), and when she ran out there she unleashed the Napulitano (hint: in Naples they're almost as bad as the Romans).

By the time Ladybug and Chat Noir showed up, Audrey was crying, Lila complained she hadn't even started with the Russian stuff (hint: in Russian you can make every word incredibly vulgar) or the Arabic stuff (example: Spare me, you cretin, your behavior is truly worthy of a clown), Chloè had impulsively asked her out, and Gabriel decided he had to hire her as a model just to have an excuse to let Natalie improve her own vocabulary for the next time she had to deal with Audrey.

She also got the Fox Miraculous, as some of the imagery she conjured was weapon grade and Master Fu decided to weaponize it.

GET HER ASS

[thatdeadaquarius]

OKAY BUT I HAVE MORE IDEA FOR BLUNT READER CUZ I LOVE THAT AU SO MUCHANDMDJFKSLDKF

So you know how french people's insult are always outta pocket (from a person who's first language is french I can tell you that no other language compares in insult -apart for African languages)

Like,, some "bad" insult here would be : bitch, fuck off, whore,..

Which we can all agree is boring...

BUT THEN IN FRENCH!!!

We be getting creative with it

Eg.

"mange tes mort" wich translates to "eat your dead (relatives)"

"vas te fair enculer" means "go get yourself pegged in the ass"

(yes, we have a specific word for being fucked in the ass 💀)

AND THOSE WOULD BE THE COMMON ONES AS WELL

English could never compare ✨

BUT ANYWAYS

how would the characters react if reader was from france/ belgium/ canada(or any other french speaking country) and started cursing people out like they eould do in their home countrie !?!?

The eay their face would drop

We would make a couple of people cry

AND GOD(us haha) FORBID A KID OVER-HEAR US AND STARTS REPEATING US

Trying to un-teach them would be hell *cries*

Your thoughts?

Love yaaaa~

ABSOLUTE TOP TIER ORAH MY BELOVED!!

Nobody has any idea how much I HATE ENGLISH both for its rules/pronounciation BS/etc. But also, most importantly, THERES LIKE NO GOOD CUSS WORDS- OR LIKE CUSS PHRASES??

I HAD TO PUT THIS GIF BC THAT WAS LITERALLY ME WHEN I HAD THE REALIZATION TO LOOK UP OTHER LANGUAGE CUSS WORDS AND I WAS JUST BLOWN AWAY BY HOW GOOD THEY WERE- HOW CREATIVE- 😫😭🥲 ENGLISH WHY R U SO SHITY IN EVERY POSSIBLE LANGUAGE SITUATION-

like idk we got "eat shit and die / fuck off / go fuck yourself" ???? Like- thats pathetic 😟.

I love hearing someone just cuss smbody out their native language/non-english, it’s so badass and cool to see

Anyway u already know i love non-native english speakers from the bottom of my heart✨️

GOD I FUCKING LOVE BLUNT LANGUAGE AU ITS LIKE ONE OF TOP FAV AS U CAN PROBABLY GUESS I COULD WRITE A LITERAL FANFIC ENTIRELY OFF THIS SIMPLE PREMISE 💖💓💗💞❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

omg so i HAVE SPECIFICALLY HEARD ABT FRENCH BEING RLLY CREATIVEEE

and i researched french cusswords/phrases,,,

😭 BRO IM CRYING

“bête comme ses pieds!” IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR-

(trans: you’re as stupid AS YOUR FEEEEEETT)

idk what’s funnier, you translating urself in real time and saying all these phrases to ppl,

OR just scaring the ever-loving shit out of every teyvat citizen within a mile radius bc oh wow- you look pissed, so yeah somebody’s about to lose all their self-esteem for the rest of their life bc ur insults are known to be extra cutting bc ur so blunt-

OH CREATOR ABOVE (…oh creator, present??)- you changed to your holy language FOR THIS???

everybody just giving the npc the most bombastic side-eye for pushing you to do this,

or even just you stubbing ur toe/ate food when it was too hot

or my favorite, getting onto ppl like Wanderer when they do smth silly lmao

STOP I HAD A FOUL THOUGHT OF GETTING ONTO Ei AND WANDERER (like ei for not keeping him/at least giving him to someone else to raise, then all the shit he did as Scaramouche lol)

AND THIS CUSSWORD COMES OUT UNDER UR BREATH OR SMTH- DOES THIS FIT BC THIS KILLS ME:

“Putain de salope…” (whore of whore, I LIED IT MEANS FUCKING BITCH LMAO😭)

JUST GETTING THE MOM AND THE SON IN ONE FULL BREATH CRYINGGGG

STOPPP wanderer using it against other ppl ever since u used it lol

oh no stop dont bring the kids into thisss 😭😭

Klee would deffo be the first one to pick up ur words and use them, omg she just uses them as catchphrases like when throwing her bombs 💀

“Mange tes mort!” JUST WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE AS SHE THROWS HER HUGE SKILL BOMB INTO A FISH POND

Venti would definitely make sure the winds “pass along phrases of the sacred All-God language!”

which just means anyone who UNDERSTANDS YOU JUST GETS GENTLY CREATIVELY CUSSED OUT BY THE WIND IM SOBBINGGG

☆

i hope u guys are having a great summer! its basically too hot to go outside where I am, not unless ur going straight into the water or smth

which hey, ill be doing that this weekend, floating down the river about an hour away from my house with friends! :]

which,,, if anyone sees this, U GOTTA HELP ME THINK OF A 1000 FOLLOWERS MILESTONE THING TO DO IDK WHAT TO DO BUT I WANNA CELEBRATE IT BC I NEVER THOUGHT THATD HAPPEN!! lmk what u think in the comments if u read this!

☆

Safe Travels 0rah,

💀♒

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi

[hugemilkshake]

Just thought of something funny based off an artwork someone did but I don't know where it is so imma just day joke...this is based off the fact that gingerbrave and dark enchantress both know the reasons why cookies were baked buuuut aren't telling anyone. Btw this is a full parody so it isn't word for word for gingerbrave and dark enchantress.

Dark enchantress: I know why we are created but I'm not telling. >:)

Gingerbrave: I know why we were created to but I'm not caring...I'm also not telling.

Y/n, being naive or stupid or whichever is funnier: I KNOW WHY WE ARE MADE AND IM GONNA TELL EVERYONE! HEY Y'ALL-

*Gingerbrave and dark enchantress both run over to y/n and cover their mouth it shoves a treat into their mouth.*

Both of them: SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!

My point...a new type of y/n but idk what to call that y/n lol: a y/n who is like a young child learning a cussword except secrets instead of cusswords...like they won't blurt out personal secrets of cookies but generalized secrets about why cookies were made aaaaaand how dark enchantress is white lily! Like can fully imagine during the scene at the meeting of the ancients with Clotted cream, y/n is the one to blurt out the white lily thing like:

Clotted cream: you don't even realize that one of you has already-

Y/n: Wait, are we talking about the thing about dark enchantress being white lily?

Pure vanilla: *looks horrified* Y/N, NO!

Clotted cream: 0-0

Hollyberry: y/n, not again!!!

Enjoy the milkshake! Reader is basically just a troll

Reader who can’t keep secrets

-platonic-

After spilling a bit to many secrets you’ve not been invited to any important events like meetings since you can’t keep any secrets

Like your a kid so you can’t help it but still

Sometimes it’s shocking how you know some of this

Like you are an enigma

You are slightly feared

But your just a kid so it’s chill

[negrowhat]

Also he amount of times Ai's dad calls him by his full name sends me. He's sick of his son. 'Aiyaret' sounds like a cussword the way he says it.

like Aiyaret and Motherfucker are interchangeable.

[taviokapudding]

Link to original post with full public statement in video description:

I am trying my best to cope with humor but genuienly and truly I am devastated & I don't want to say anything further on top of what I already have said.

If y'all want an artist I like and have no issues with, the audio is from the user King Michel on tiktok:

I was taught by my uncle to always support small artists in their fields, to pursue my own artistic endeavors even if nobody else supports me, & he also introduced me to Sailor Moon and Evangelion.

In this time of solidarity - I understand if people stop supporting my cousins. And I again apologize that I didn't know; I was bamboozled like everyone else.

Fuck scabs, even if it's family.

[jeanjauthor]

"Dangnabbit!"

My maternal grandpa's favorite "cussword," lol. He grew up a farmboy, worked in the logging industry, then as a company store clerk when he hurt his back, as a woodshop teacher, always a farmer on the side...

I don't recall my paternal grandfather ever swearing, but he died when I was still in single-digits age-wise, and he came from a more upper class background, serving as one of the vice presidents of a local major power company, his brother was a Hollywood bigwig so he and his wife always entertained his brother's friends when they were up in Seattle... I don't think even mild "gosh darn it" type swearing was as much a part of that culture as it was of my other grandpa's "that seven-toed cat made off with one of the screws I needed to fix this machine!" culture...

I inherited several things from my maternal grandfather, whom I got to know for decades of life. From my paternal grandfather, I got the "legacy" of inherited diabetes (from both grandparents on that side, I even got it at the same age both of them did, whee)...but I also got one thing from Grandpa Pat that he did manage to teach me. How to treat children with respect. A lot of adults were dismissing me as just a child, telling me to be quiet, go away, barely listening to anything I had to say. When Grandpa Pat gave me his attention, he gave me his attention, with the same respect and focus he gave to the adults.

Kids notice things like that. I was being given Equal Time And Attention, and I resolved at that young age when I realized it that I needed to do the same thing for kids. Don't dismiss them, don't barely pay attention. Give them full attention and respect...and though I never had any kids of my own, I have done it to the kids around me, and I have seen them blossom under the fact An Adult was giving them Full Attention in that moment.

...Since I don't have kids of my own, I tend to use "dangnabbit!!" a lot more often, lol, but they're both valuable in their own ways.

Commentary more than welcome! Which word flatters you, which intrigues you or attracts you? (In the broad sense, though the narrow sense is very much viable.) Which repels you, and which, weirdly, does both? Terry Pratchett wrote that rogue is "a word with a twinkle in its eye", but there's no shortage of words like that. How do you like them?

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𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 {𝐴𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟}

Hi! I'm Meryam and this is my first oneshot in this account, so please treat me nicely lmao and I hope you enjoy it, if you have any request you can ask anything, it's open, thank you so much

Warning: mention of death, trouble breathing, breakdown, sister!bridgerton, anthony being a caring brother<33

Y/N loved her family, and when it comes to irritation and fighting with them was something she hated.

She absolutely loved them and would always do, sure, she was the quiet sister who would rarely get involved in conversations but she still loved and respected them. Anthony and Y/N used to always fight and never seemed to get along, their arguments were always cruel and full of fury and they always found a way to insult each other by throwing awful cusswords at each other faces until their father passing and everything changed.

That day, when she ran to her father smiling brightly after greeting him with her arms wrapped around her father watching as Anthony glared at her making her stick her tongue out at him, Edmund handed his daughter the flower not quite noticing the bee on the side of his neck until he felt the sharp sting.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, Y/N stopped rambling about her book once she noticed her father form shaking around her arm as he suddenly fell to his knees gasping for air, the E/C haired girl was quick to hold her father by placing her hand on his head and falling to her knees screaming for him to wake up with tears streaming down her cheeks, “HELP US SOMEONE!” both the siblings screamed for help in unison especially hers screams that were bloody, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she clenched her chest with her fist to calm her breathing.

When Y/N was born the first thing the doctor told them was that she has weak lungs and if she cries a lot she’s gonna have trouble breathing and to calm down, someone needs to be there and hold her.

Once her mother was by her side, and started also crying, Y/N held her father still in her arms by his right side begging for him to stay awake in which he only replied by wiping her cheek with his trembling hand to wipe the tear that fell from her E/C eyes, Anthony screamed for help and held his father by the head, “what happened?” asked his mother in panic, “I don’t know, I don’t know-“ Anthony voice trembled in fear as he stared with wide eyes as his mother pulled her husband away from her daughter and son hold and started shaking him so he can stay awake.

His eyes went over to Y/N who was trembling like a leaf and was having hard time to breathe tears blurred his vision, he had never seen her like this, his sister staring into nothing but complete emptiness with tears racing down her cheeks one after the other, her hand clenching on the flower pressed on her chest as she never seemed to regain her breathing.

“ANTHONY GRAB YOUR SISTER AND TRY TO MAKE HER BREATHE!” she ordered the boy turning to look at her daughter that was still in complete shock, he was snapped out of thoughts, his heart beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest as he dragged himself to the girl trying to grab her and pull her with him, trying so hard to ignore his trembling legs.

He gestured for the siblings to get inside the house while Y/N tried to brush past him and go back to her mother and father but his grip was stronger as tears threatened to spill from his eyes as soon as he felt her grip his shirt and cry in his arms whispering that it was all her fault. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried having trouble breathing, he kissed her forehead and looked down at his sister wiping his tears to look strong and gestured her to follow his breathing.

It worked.

And that was the only time she felt the comfort of her dear brother Anthony, the last time they fought and the last time she had trouble breathing.

Yet these past days Y/N has been having quite harsh times, her father passing day was coming up and him dying in her arms never seem to leave her mind nor decided to anytime soon, there they were in another ball that Simon and Daphne decided to make cause it was their son’s birthday, the Bridgerton, Featherington, every family was there laughing and enjoying their time, mostly girls dancing with their lord or soon to be. But Y/N sat slowly feeling her throat tightening especially when a Lord came to her; asking her to dance.

Of course, she will agree politely even if she could feel her heart beating fast as the memory of her father gasping for air was the only thing she could hear and the music fading in the background. Daphne noticed her condition especially how she seemed to be zoning out and didn’t want to hold her son, a very unusual thing to do since she always loved August but no she can’t hold him when her hand are trembling as if someone had hit her in the stomach.

“Excuse me.” She said suddenly breaking away from the lord, lifting her dress she ran out of the room and brushed past everyone harshly without even apologizing, Violet and Daphne called for Y/N who didn’t even care about their calls but instead just barged outside.

She sat on the stairs outside the beautiful house and tried to regain her breathing, she took off her gloves staring at her hands that never decided to stop trembling, Anthony noticed his sister's condition ever since she disagreed to go to this ball but eventually was forced to, the way she would fiddle with her glove or would hide her hands behind her back.

But what caught his attention was when he watched her dance with the lord, not even a single glint of happiness but pure fear, the way she suddenly lifted her beautiful expensive dress with beautiful sparkly flower embroidery and ran as far as she could from the crowd of people, ignoring her worried brother's call and sisters but instead just sprinted down the hallways.

Anthony eyed Colin and Benedict to check if the lord had said something to Y/N while he goes check on her, Anthony searched everywhere in the huge mansion and asked every servant until one has specifically told him where she is.

Anthony rushed to see his sister staring at the moon praying that she wasn't going to die, he ran as fast as he ever thought he did and grabbed her arms softly not to startle her, "where have you been sister, I looked for you everywhere-" he was cut off by tears racing down her cheeks.

He haven't seen her cry in years and hell, she would never dare to cry in front of everyone if it wasn't Daphne, she wanted to look strong and fearless but the tears had betrayed her and here she is, staring at her brother's eyes with glossy, blurry E/C eyes.

"I don't wanna die, Anthony, please-" she whispered looking around in fear and her breathing getting heavier by the second, Anthony's eyes widened as he stared at his sister in fear of losing her also, he didn't want to lose her, his sister that he always enjoyed annoying, fighting and laughing with was right now begging not to die.

"no. what- no. Y/N you're not going to die. listen to me, I need you to follow my breathing okay?" he said trying so hard not to panic so he wouldn't scare her more than she already is. Anthony actually brought a book for these kinds of situations and studied so hard and it seems like his investigations were working.

"Okay, do as told. Take a long, slow breath in through your nose, first fill your lower lungs, then your upper lungs. Hold your breath to the count of three. and finally exhale slowly through pursed lips, while you relax the muscles in your face, jaw, shoulders, and stomach." Y/N did as told still holding her brother's hand for dear's life.

She calmed down. Anthony smiled proudly at his work and at his sister slowly pulling her into a hug, he brushed her hair softly, "don't you ever dare say that ever again, I don't want the word 'death' leave your mouth ever again." he ordered his sister who chuckled softly in response.

"Are you worried, brother? fearing the sister you always annoyed will not be with you anymore?" she said with a smile in which he only rolled his eyes at.

"oh please sister, I will annoy you until I die."

The rest of the night was spent with Anthony and Y/N going back home so she can rest peacefully and so they can hang out for a while, a sibling's night if that's what you call, and as he used to do, read her a book from his father's library. Y/N was clearly not ready for her brother's marriage nor the thought of him marrying and leaving them, but still was glad that he was tonight with her spending time and sharing memories instead of that ridiculous party

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My Rockstar

Part Two of My Rockstar

Read part one here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC Henderson

Rating: Squeaky clean but w/ cusswords... spice will be coming soon. Maybe not filthy spice but ;-; spice

Warnings: Cursing... we been knew. Bit of violence. Punch, kick, shaken up. Angst. Jason Carver b/c he deserves a warning.

Summary: Indiana and the band are really bonding! Marriage? The trailer park cookout causes some trouble resulting in an unwanted confession.

A/N: I really like this story so here is another part already but it is what it is. Probably only two to three parts left in this story but we shall see. Love Luna part three will be coming within the next few days along with one to two one-shots. Lemme know how you guys are liking My Rockstar! Also I proof read this once. It’s not perfect. I’m not sorry. Except I am a people pleaser so… I’m sorry if you want me to be.

***I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RIGHTS TO THE STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC. I ONLY OWN OCS I HAVE CREATED SUCH AS INDIANA AND THE BAND MEMBERS.***

Enjoy my fellow Eddie whores.

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I slowly stroll through the market aisle, wiping my eyes, and scorning myself for snapping at Eddie. All my emotions are just floating around in my head, killing me every time I see Eddie. His smile, his stupid pretty face, his stupid laugh, everything about him makes me crazy. I sniffle once more as I get to the bakery section. I pick out the biggest chocolate cake I can find and turn to walk away. I look back and grab a box of cookies as well. That should be enough for everyone for a while. I quickly walk to the checkout and as I am paying I hear a familiar voice.

"Indiana? Is that you?"

I turn around with the cake and cookies in hand to find Joshua, a boy from college standing in front of me with a case of beer. "Oh, hi Joshua."

"It's Josh, gorgeous. How many times must I tell you that?" He chuckles and places the beer on the checkout belt. "Wait a moment and I'll walk ya to your car."

"Oh you don't-" I try to interject but Joshua taps my wrist gently.

"Don't even try it." He winks at me and I shift uncomfortably as I wait for him to pay. "Alright. let's go, gorgeous." He chuckles and grabs the cake and cookies out of my hands before I can object. Joshua heads out the door and I follow awkwardly behind him. Once we are out in the lot he scans around for my car and then looks at me. "Did you walk here?" He nudges me.

"Oh no. My uh, my friend drove me here. He's staying at my place." I mumble unsure if I should say the full truth. Does Joshua like Eddie's band? Does he like Eddie Munson? Would he badger Eddie for an autograph? Tell people where he and the band are? I don't know.

"Oh, friend?" He questions and steps a bit closer to me.

"Uh, yeah, he's in that van." I point to Eddie's van and see Eddie staring out the front windshield.

"He didn't come in with you?" Joshua asks as we start heading for the van.

"Nope. I'm perfectly capable of grabbing cake and cookies." I sigh and push my hair away from my face.

"Oh, yeah yeah, of course. Of course, you are, gorgeous." Joshua laughs as we close in on the van. Before I can bid Joshua a goodbye I hear the van door open and close. Eddie rounds the front of the van and glares over at Joshua and me. "Oh, hey man." Joshua sighs softly. Eddie nods at him and grabs the cake and cookies from his arms quickly. "Oh, I can load that up if-"

"I got it. Thanks." Eddie grunts as he opens the side door to the van and sets the cake and cookies in the back and then slams the door shut. He turns around to face me and Joshua again. "Ready?" He huffs.

"Yup." I smile trying to apologize for our earlier fight. I mean, that must be why he is so mad. He's being extremely rude, and Eddie is almost never rude.

"Uh, alright, well it was really good seeing you, gorgeous." Joshua sighs and turns me to face him. I look at him sort of confused as he pulls me into a hug. I don't think I've ever hugged Joshua before. It's strange. When he pulls away I force a small smile.

"Bye, Joshua." I cross my arms over my chest and he chuckles.

"Babe. Josh." He gently nudges my chin with his hand before turning to leave. I stay there watching him walk away in utter confusion. What was that? Joshua has never been so physical. I turn away to face Eddie who is staring at the receding Joshua.

"Eddie can we leave... please?" I ask softly looking down at the ground. I feel a warm hand grab mine and I look up at Eddie who frowns down at me.

"Did he make you uncomfortable?" Eddie tilts his head and his brows knit together seriously. I shake my head.

"I just want to go home, please Eddie." A silence falls between us. I stare up at Eddie and he smiles down at me.

"I'm sorry I made you cry, Indie." He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and I lean into his touch a little more than I should have allowed myself. He hums a bit, pulling me back to reality.

"I'm sorry I made you cry, Eddie," I whisper and he squeezes my hand before pulling me into his chest. Now, hugging Eddie feels so different from Joshua. It is warm and comforting. I snuggle into his scent and he squeezes me tightly. I feel his lips brush the top of my head and I smile into his shirt.

For a moment I allow myself to imagine that we are still in high school. That I've told Eddie how I've felt about him all these years. I even let myself imagine that he felt the same. That this is what every hug will feel like for the rest of my life. That Eddie will always be the one holding me and that he'll always hold me just like this. I'll always smell his leather jacket. I'll always feel his cool rings running up and down my arms.

"Do you still want to go home? Or would you rather stay here in the supermarket lot?" Eddie chuckles, pulling me from my imagination. I quickly pull away from him but he grips the back of my arms tightly. "Woah, calm down!" He laughs. "I didn't mean to startle you, love." He smiles sweetly at me but all it does is break my heart. Because this is not high school. I never told Eddie. He will never hold me as more than a friend. He will leave. Again. He's not mine. "Indie?" His voice pulls me from my thoughts once again.

"Uh, yes, sorry, let's go back to the house now." I tug myself out of his grip and rush the door only to feel Eddie slap my hand away from the door handle. "Ow!"

"Oh, I didn't hit you that hard, you baby." He chuckles as he pulls the door open for me instead. "I'm a gentleman. Gotta open your doors m'lady." He smirks as he bows down a bit. I roll my eyes.

"Yes, because gentlemen slap the hands of ladies just so that they can open their doors." I joke as I climb into the van. Before closing the door he winks at me and laughs.

"Of course they do. Are you implying I'm not a real gentleman?" He smirks at me. "How rude." He slams the door and rounds the van. he hops in and looks over to me. "You really are something, Indie."

"I'm something that doesn't think gentlemen slap ladies' hands. That's what I am." I shrug with a smile.

"Alright. That's enough." He chuckles as he starts the van. "Let's get you home m'lady. You've become quite cranky." He pokes at my side and I giggle reeling away from him.

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I wake up to the sun shining in through my window. I must have slept way past my normal waking because of how late everyone was up last night. I look around my room and let all the memories and emotions of last night settle in my chest again. Instantly, my heart aches at the thought of Eddie. I sigh, rolling out of bed and getting ready for the day. I pull on a pair of denim shorts and a black band-t that I cropped in high school. Actually, it was one of Eddie's old t-shirts from high school that he gave to me before he left. I look in the mirror and pull my hair up into a ponytail quickly before walking out into the main house.

I make my way to the living room to find all four band members sitting on the couch watching looney tunes on the tv. All of them shirtless and in boxers.

"Wow, you have no modesty." I chuckle and they all snap their attention to me. The mutter apologies and begin to get up. "No, no, no. I was just kidding. I never get to see shirtless men in my house. It's a nice change." I wink at them and they all laugh.

"Ya know, you're pretty cool, Indiana." Taylor smiles at me and the rest of them add in their agreeance.

"Call me, Indie." I smile and they all seem to blush a bit. "What? We're friends now, right?" I giggle and they nod. "Good, I mean you're basically naked on my couch." We all break into laughter. "Um, anyways, where is my dearest brother?" I ask leaning against the wall and watching the boys.

"Oh, Dustin and Eddie left early this morning. Something about the Hellfire reunion." I smile at Devin's answer.

"My brother's idea?" They all nod. "Okay well, do you guys want some breakfast?" Again they all nod but this time with more enthusiasm. I giggle and push myself off the wall. "Okay. How's pancakes sound?"

"Fuck yea!"

"You're a god!"

"Literally marry me."

"I'll go start those then." I laugh and go into the kitchen while the boys howl in excitement. "Also you can pick any movie off the shelf to watch!" I shout as I begin to get all the ingredients.

"Nice! What's your favorite movie?" I hear Gates shout from the living while the other boys fight over movies.

"Labyrinth! The one with David Bowie!" I answer and then quickly hear all of them ooo and ahh.

"Okay! We're gonna watch that!" Devin shouts. I smile to myself while I mix the batter and wait for the pan to heat up. I hear the movie start up and all the guys get quiet. Once the batter is mixed I pour the first pancake onto the pan. I peak out of the kitchen around the corner to see why they are all so quiet to find them all back on the couch, eyes glued to the tv. I smile to myself and head back into the kitchen. 12 pancakes later I walk out into the living room with five plates. One with all the pancakes and four for the guys. They all look at me and start to get up.

"You're good, we'll just eat in the living. That's what me and my brother do." I smile and they all high-five each other. "You guys are losers." I giggle as I hand them the plates and then the pancakes.

"We are rockstars." Sailor mumbles through his first bite of pancake.

"Lame rockstars." I correct and they all laugh and smile up at me.

"You have any syrup?" Gates asks brightly.

"Yeah. I have syrup, whipped cream, berries, chocolate chips-"

"All of the above please." Taylor smiles. I pat his head and nod heading to the kitchen again.

"Oh, drinks?" I turn last minute and ask.

"You got beer?" Gates grins wickedly. I turn around to face them all fully and they all share the same wicked smiles.

"Awe. I'm sorry. We only serve beer after 1pm." I smirk at them.

"Ugh! What kind of establishment is this?" Sailor whines through more pancake.

"A free one." I tilt my head and put my hands on my hips. They all grin like scorned children.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Devin shouts causing all of us to break into a fit of laughter.

"I've got sweet tea, coke, orange juice, milk, water-" I pause trying to think of more but the boys all start to respond.

"Sweet tea, please." Devin and Sailor say politely.

"Coke," Gates says softly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'll take sweet tea too actually," Taylor smiles.

"Okay. I'll be back with condiments and drinks then." I rush into the kitchen and first grab all the condiments. When I come back out the boys nearly tackle me to take the stuff from my arms.

"Thank you!" Taylor shouts grabbing the bowl of berries.

"You're the best!" Sailor quickly kisses my cheek.

"Goddess!" Gates grabs my face and squeezes.

"We love you!" Devin squeals as they all cram back onto the couch. I giggle still trying to process what just happened. I was swarmed so fast that I barely know what's happening. I laugh to myself as I go back into the kitchen to grab drinks. Once all the teas are poured, along with one for me, I grab a coke can from the fridge and carefully try to walk back to the boys. When I do make it out into the living room the front door swings open and Dustin and Eddie come stumbling inside joking around. Eddie immediately sees the guys and then looks at me.

"Welcome home." I hum as I balance the drinks and start to hand off the drinks. The guys all take their drinks from my arms and I step back looking at all of them. "All good?" They all look at me and nod happily.

"I literally love you." Sailor hums before taking a drink.

"I know." I laugh fondly. I turn to Dustin who stares at my glass of tea. I quickly hand it to him and he smiles happily. "You want pancakes?" I ask him and Eddie. Dustin nods and goes to sit in the armchair in the corner of the room.

"You're the best big sister ever! Has anyone ever told you that?" Dustin grins as he sits.

"Everyday." I smile.

"Good. They should." Dustin laughs to himself and starts to watch the movie with the boys. I make my way back to the kitchen and start to mix more batter since the guys evenly divided their pancakes and are already devouring them. I set the mixing bowl down and heat the stove again. I turn to pour myself a new glass of tea and run right into a hard chest. I stumble back but warm hands wrap around my back.

"Woah, sorry love." Eddie sighs. He straightens me out and then leans against the counter, just like he did last night.

"Do you need anything?" I ask him pulling the tea from the fridge again. I set the pitcher on the counter and pull down two cups.

"What are you doing?" Eddie grumbles. I turn to him after pouring two glasses of tea. I hand him one and put the pitcher away.

"Cooking. Eddie, I know you struggled in high school but you have seen me cook before." I laugh and he can't help but join. God his laugh is so perfect it makes me so mad.

"No. Like- You know they are grown adults. You shouldn't be slaving over their breakfast. You don't have to be doing all this for them." He takes a sip of tea as I pour the first pancake into the pan.

"Eddie," I turn to face him, "I'm doing it because..." Why am I doing it? I decide to say the first thing that comes to my mind, it would be the most truthful. "Because they are your band, your friends, and-and I would do it for you, why can't I do it for them?" I hum and put a soft smile on my face. He sets his tea down and grins at me. "And I like them. They are really sweet boys." I smile.

"You're so perfect." He hums leaning his head back and looking to the ceiling. I quickly turn back to the pancakes to hide my reddening face.

"Eddie! Come in here!" I hear Sailor shout from the living room.

"I'll be right back." He sighs. "Coming!" I listen as he leaves. I flip the pancake and try to slow my pounding heart. Oh god. I feel like I can't breathe.

As I continue to make enough pancakes for Eddie and Dustin and for seconds I hear the boys arguing over the movie but then I hear Eddie.

"Why are you guys naked by the way?" Eddie growls.

"We're hitting on your girlfriend, duh." Devin's voice teases.

"Shut up. She's not my girlfriend." Eddi grumbles. My heart shivers in my chest. I'm so perfect but not perfect enough. I shake my head and quickly wipe the tears forming in my eyes.

"Put on clothes you idiots."

"Nah, she said she likes seeing shirtless men in her house. I plan to give it to her." I hear Taylor chuckle as I walk into the living room with more pancakes and two more plates. "Isn't that right?" Taylor smirks at me.

"Oh, yes. I really love it." I smirk at the guys and they all chuckle.

"You've missed it, mate. She's like our friend now. She may love us more than she loves you!" Gates shoves Eddie with his foot. I watch Eddie roll his eyes before I go to hand Dustin a plate and pancakes. Then I turn back to Eddie and hand him his plate.

"Where's your plate?" Eddie asks.

"I wasn't really all that hungry. I'm just gonna wait and see what's leftover." I smile.

"No, you're not." Eddie turns to the boys. "Gates get your ass up. Sit on the floor." Gates immediately does this and Eddie basically shoves me into the corner of the couch. He hands me the plate I just handed him and flops two pancakes onto it. "Eat." He says and pats my head gently. "Anyone need more tea? I'm gonna grab Indie's and get some more." Everyone nods and another coke is requested as well.

When Eddie comes back, he serves everyone, sets the pitcher on the floor in front of everyone, and then taps my knee. Instantly, I know what to do. Just like high school. I spread my legs and Eddie presses his back to the couch and sits on the floor between my legs with a plate he got for his pancakes.

Everyone jokes and laughs as we watch the rest of the movie with full bellies. Eventually, Eddie leans his head on my knee and cuddles into my leg.

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After breakfast is all cleaned up and everyone is dressed we all sit in the living room watching as many movies as we possibly can. Eventually, the sun sets and everyone begins to fall asleep. I look around at all the boys who all have hazy eyes.

"Okay. Bedtime." I make my way to my feet and they all groan.

"Awe! Come on mom! Just one more movie." Sailor chuckles.

"You're all falling asleep. Plus, I'm going to a cookout tomorrow so, if you wanna come with me, you have to be awake by 10am." I hum and they all stare at me.

"Who starts a cookout at 10?!" Devin complains. I giggle and let my hair down from the ponytail it's been in all day.

Eddie lifts his head up from the couch to meet my eyes. He smiles sleepily.

"It's at 11:30. But you all will take forever, considering it took until 3 for you to get dressed." They all nod in sleepy agreement. "Alright. Get to bed, rockstars."

They all get up and start to get ready for bed. I watch them all push and shove each other to get to the bathroom, Dustin beats them to it.

I look back to see Eddie still looking up at me from the floor. I tilt my head and he does the same. "Mocking me, Munson?" I giggle and he nods with a grin. "You should go get in line for the bathroom," I whisper and step a bit closer to Eddie.

"I don't want to. I just wanna sit here. With you." He hums as his eyes close for a moment. My cheeks heat up for like the a thousandth time today. Eddie has been so close to me all day. Gripping my legs, throwing his arm around me, hugging me. In other words, my heart can't take much more of this.

"Eddie, we've been sitting all day," I whisper.

"Forever would not even begin to be enough time," He groans and throws his head back onto the couch cushion. I smile at sleepy Eddie.

"Eddie. You're very tired. I can tell." I walk over to him and gently run my hand over his hair. He hums and I laugh. "Very tired." I reaffirm. I lean down and grab his hands. I pull him to his feet and he chuckles as he stumbles into me. He lazily wraps his arms around my waist and leans his head down onto my shoulder. I shiver in his touch. "Eddie... We should. Eddie, let's go to bed." He nods against my shoulder causing me to giggle. "Eddie you gotta let go." I place a gentle kiss on his head and he shakes his head.

"I don't wanna." He groans.

"You have to." I huff. It's hard to tell him to pull away from me because if I am being honest with myself, I could stay like this with him forever and never have any complaints. But, the longer we stay like this, the more it will break me when he leaves. "Please, Eddie. Let go." He instantly pulls away from me and his wide eyes meet mine.

"Am I hurting you?" His eyes search my face frantically, now wide awake.

"What? No!" I shake my head. "No. I'm just tired... and you're heavy." I lie.

"Wow, call me fat. That's good for my mental health." He jokes.

"I didn't say that. I said you were heavy!"

"How is that different?" He chuckles. I open my mouth but he quickly covers it with his hand. "Let it go. Just gimme one more hug and I'll go to bed. Cross my heart." He smirks at me and I look up at him. More than anything I just want to pull him down into a kiss. I nod and he pulls me back into his chest. He sighs and I take in a deep breath of his scent. I love it so much that it hurts my lungs. He pulls away and places a small kiss on my forehead. "I missed days like this with you, Indie." He pushes my hair from my face. "When we leave..." He starts and instantly my heart sinks to my feet. "I promise I won't lose touch again. Okay?" I nod slowly and he lifts my chin to look at him. "I cross my heart." He smirks but I this time I can’t seem to force myself to smile.

He's leaving you behind again, Indiana. Stop letting him be so close to you. Please. This is going to hurt worse than last time.

"Okay. I'm sleepy. See you in the morning." I pull away from him and basically run to my room, slamming the door behind me. I listen to the boys get ready for bed and joke around, laughter filling the house.

I press my face deep into my pillow and allow my tears to fall down my face, soaking the fabric. This moment right here is more painful than when he left, I can't imagine how painful it will be when he leaves again.

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"Okay! I'm moving as fast as I can! Stop fucking shoving me with your grubby hands!" I hear some of the guys arguing in the bathroom and I smile to myself. I look in the mirror and try my best to make it look like I didn't cry myself to sleep last night. I finish up with my mascara and walk over to my closet. I pull out a flowy green marble patterned skirt and slide into it. I grab my favorite black lace top and quickly slide into that a well. I grab a few necklaces off my dresser and clip them on. They hang at different levels on my chest, a crystal one dangling just above my breasts. I pull on my fishnets and then slide into the black boots Eddie got me for my sixteenth birthday. I throw on a few bracelets and rings. I quickly put on some dangly earrings and then look in the mirror one last time. My hair falls over my shoulders and my outfit actually looks quite nice. I sigh and rub my under eyes once more before opening my bedroom door. When I do I see Dustin and Devin pushing on the bathroom door while Sailor shouts from inside.

"I'm taking a shit! Leave me alone!" Sailor screams. I giggle catching Devin and Dustin's attention. They whip around and Dustin smiles.

"Wow. You look amazing, Indie!" Dustin smiles sweetly as I rough up his hair.

"Thanks, buddy," I kiss his forehead and turn to head to the living room.

"You're hot." Devin blubbers. I look at him over my shoulder and wink.

"I know." I giggle and continue walking.

"OW! Why are you hitting me, child?!"

"Don't talk about my sister like that! It's gross!"

I giggle as I leave the hall and walk into the living room where Gates, Taylor, and Eddie all sit chatting amongst themselves.

"Morning boys! All ready?" I hum and smile at them. Eddie sits up straight and smiles at me.

"Holy shit." Taylor grins. "You're- You look stunning. Like you belong in a magazine." He smiles before flicking his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Oh. Uh, thank you, Taylor." I smile politely. "You're not so bad yourself and I believe you are in several magazines, no?" I wink at him and he chuckles.

"Got that right, babe." Taylor winks back.

"He's not wrong. You look beautiful. I think you should marry me." Gates smiles. "You cook, you are generous, you are absolutely beautiful, and you like our music." He leans forward onto his knees. I feel heat rush to my face from all the flattery.

"Thank you. I-"

"Um, if anyone gets to marry her, it should be me. I complimented her first." Taylor interjects.

"Uh, actually, dipshit, I said something first," I hear Devin and the other boys enter behind me. I glance over my shoulder as the boys round me to stand in front of me.

Sailor's mouth drops open. He kneels down in front of me. "I get to marry her because I'm gonna ask her first!" Sailor shouts and starts to fake propose to me. I giggle as all of them start to shout at one another. What a bunch of children. My eyes wander to Eddie as the commotion continues. He stares at me with a sweet smile. I feel my stomach twist up and my head begins to spin. All because of his smile.

"You're ethereal, my love." He mouths over all the fighting. I tilt my head a little and smile so wide I think my lips will get stuck like this forever. He chuckles and leans back on the couch. He blows me a tiny kiss and I feel every inch of my body tingle as if his blown kiss is landing on every part of me. I close my lips and sink into the feeling that Eddie's attention gives me.

"NONE OF YOU ARE MARRYING MY SISTER! GET UP OFF YOUR KNEES AND GET INTO THE GODDAMN VAN, YOU SEX-CRAZED FIENDS!" Everyone's attention lands on Dustin who has pulled the front door open and is pointing outside to the van. The keys in his hand. "GO!" He shouts.

"Jeez, kid, it was a joke."

"It's not our fault you have a hot sister."

"Bossy, bossy."

"Party pooper. I would've been the most excellent husband."

They all mutter as they walk out the front door. Dustin follows after them after sending me a happy smile. I giggle and begin to follow when cool rings graze my knuckles. I look over at Eddie who is now standing right next to me. I scan his figure. His fingers are clad in rings like usual, he has on black ripped jeans, chains hanging from the belt loops. He has on a loose-fitting W.A.S.P. band-t on that he obviously cropped to end just above his hips. I let my eyes linger at the end of the shirt for a moment too long. I flick my eyes up to his chest where his signature guitar pick necklace hangs. His hair falls around his shoulders. My eyes trail down his bare arms to his bracelets. I look up to meet his gaze.

"No jacket?" I ask softly.

"Mmm. It's too hot today." He hums. I nod in agreement, ready to start for the van when he grabs my hand. I stare up at him and he smiles down at me. He brushes his fingers against my cheek and smiles. "I hope... I hope that if you were to marry anyone in Jagged Heart... the band... I hope you'd choose me." He whispers and lets his fingers fall back to his side.

My heart nearly flies out of my chest and right into his hands. "Mmm. I don't know. Sailor was pretty convincing." I smirk up at him. He shakes his head. "He's not so bad to look at either. None of you are." I tease and poke his chest.

"Don't tease. You'd pick me." Eddie chuckles before kissing my forehead. "Come on." He tugs on my hand and basically drags me from the house.

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I don't think I've ever seen Uncle Wayne excited to meet new people, but meeting Eddie's band seemed to be the most exciting thing to him. Their greeting was just too cute. He hugged each and every one of them as if they were Eddie. Watching it could break your heart.

I stand sipping on a glass of tea watching Dustin talk with his group of friends near Max's trailer. All of them goofing off and laughing, I could watch them for hours. When I look back to the band and see that a group of girls is now surrounding them. I know those girls, I squint a bit. They used to or still do cheer at Hawkins High. My heart hardens when Samantha Greenswick clings to Eddie's arm. She giggles as he smiles down at her. Of course, the cheerleaders like him now that he's a famous rockstar. I roll my eyes and sip my drink some more. The band all seem to be enjoying the female attention they are getting. All of them smiling, chuckling, letting girls grip them.

Samantha’s thin pale fingers trace one of Eddie’s tattoos as she leans into him. He smirks at her and I feel my skin go cold. She smiles up at him and then places a small peck on his cheek. I feel my blood boil beneath my chilled skin.

I try to look away. To distract myself as I stand near the front of the trailer park waiting for Chrissy to come. While I try to think of other things besides Samantha, one of the most beautiful girls you’ll ever meet, groping Eddie, I hear someone walk up next to me.

"So, the freak is back and he brought new ones along with him, huh?" I glance over at the voice next to me. Jason Carver. Of course. The universe must hate me today. First, I have to watch the guy I'm in love with getting groped by hot girls right in front of me, then I have to realize he is enjoying it (especially when I think back to the stories the band told at dinner), and now Jason Carver has come to harass me.

When did I become so goddamn lucky?

"Don't call him that," I mumble and continue to sip from my cup.

"It must sting," He smirks. I turn to face him fully and frown.

"The only thing that stings are my eyes when your breath wafts into my face."

"Oooo. I'm hurt." He chuckles.

"No. But I really wish you were."

"Temper. Temper. I meant-"

"I really didn't ask what you meant," I cut him off.

"Fuck you." He mutters before sipping on his beer.

"You wish."

"You're not my type, freak." Silence falls between us and I wait for him to walk away but he doesn't so I turn my attention back to the band and the girls. "I don't understand why pretty girls like that want anything to do with guys like that." He huffs. When I catch his breath for real this time I can tell he's had quite a few of those beers. I roll my eyes at his comment.

"Yeah. Why would pretty girls want anything to do with super hot rockstars? It's a true mystery. The world may never know." I scoff and chuckle to myself.

"It must kill you." He turns to fully face me and I do the same.

"What, Jason? What must kill me?" I ask with fake sadness lacing my tongue. "I'm dying to know. Impart your wisdom on me."

He scoffs before looking right in my eyes and glaring. "It must kill you to know that he'll never look your way no matter how hard you try. I mean. We all saw you in high school. You were the only girl who would look his way and he still didn't want you. And now? HA! It's laughable really. Now he has actual girls all over him. Pretty girls. If he wouldn't look at you back then, there's no way he'll ever look your way now. Yet you still look at him like he's from the goddamn moon. It's sad really. He'll never look at you like that. And that. THAT must kill you."

His words should hold no power over me. They should have no effect on me. But they do. Tears start to form in my eyes. Jason has never made me cry. Ever. Not even in elementary school. The only reason I'm about to cry now is simply because everything he is saying is true. Which is such a rarity for Jason. Honestly, it’s caught me by surprise. I stare up at him and he smirks down at me.

"I'm right. Aren't I? Oh gosh, I've never seen you upset before. It's thrilling really."

"The only thing you are is angry because I told Chrissy to break up with your sorry ass because you treated her like shit!" I grumble up at him and I watch as his eyes darken. It's like I watch the switch flip.

Suddenly I feel Jason's fist gripping my lace top which is so tight to my skin that I’m surprised he could grab so much fabric. It scrunches in his hand, his grip lifting my toes a few centimeters off the ground. My cup shatters in the gravel below as I grip his wrist tightly trying to hold myself up or break free.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, slut?!" He growls in my face, his beer-soaked breath and spit hitting my face. I turn my face to the side trying to avoid the smell. I hear tires screeches, sending gravel flying near by. A car shifts quickly into park.

"JASON PUT HER DOWN!" I hear Chrissy's sweet voice crack as she screams. I hear a car door slam, I guess she just arrived. Before I can register anything else I feel my arms being gripped by two men and I watch Taylor and Gate pinning Jason to the side of a nearby trailer. I fall back into the arms of both Sailor and Devin who are continuously asking me if I'm okay. The next thing I see is Chrissy grabbing me from the boys and pulling me into a hug. "I'm so so so sorry!" She cries into my shoulder and she rubs her hand up and down my back. I squeeze her tightly when I realize I'm shaking.

I watch over her shoulder as Eddie gets up in a pinned Jason's face.

"If you ever lay a hand on her or any woman ever again. I'll fucking kill you." Eddie spits before landing his ring-clad fist into Jason's jaw. “Stay away from Indie!” He shouts. Taylor and Gates let Jason go and he falls to the ground. Gates kicks him in the stomach and Taylor kneels down in front of Jason.

"If I ever see you again. I will beat the shit out of you. Don't touch our friends. Don't touch any of them. Now get out of here." Tayler kicks dust in Jason's face before turning towards me like the others have already done. I shiver beneath Chrissy's cool hands that continue to hold me tightly.

I hear Dustin running up to me, Wayne chasing Jason off the rest of the way, and the cheerleaders mumbling about how hot it was that the guys defended me like that. Although I'm sure, since the guys are rockstars, anything they do is considered hot. I pull away from Chrissy still shaking a bit and feel Sailor standing right behind me. He presses his hand into my upper back to stabilize me. I guess I didn't realize how scared I was until now. Dustin throws his arms around me and I hug him tightly.

"Are you okay?! What the hell happened?!" I pull away and smooth his curly hair.

"I'm fine, Dusty. Just Jason being an asshole."

"Did he hit you?!" Dustin glares as Jason speeds off in his car.

"No. He just grabbed me. I'm fine, Dusty. Please, go back to your friends." I smile at him trying to play everything down but I lean back a bit and Sailor pushes into my back to keep me up. Dustin is about to say something else when I feel a familiar arm wrap around my waist.

"Hey, Dusty. Listen. I'm gonna take your sister into the trailer for some more tea and make sure she's okay." Eddie's voice is smooth and calm. "She's fine just shaken up. I'll take care of her, I promise. Go have fun. Go show the band around and introduce them to everyone from Hellfire and uh, our adventures. Okay?" Eddie smiles down at my brother who looks to me, then to Chrissy. She smiles at him and grabs his hand.

"Come on, Dusty. Let's go." Chrissy hums and starts to lead everyone away from me. The band and my brother all hesitantly follow Chrissy who also looks back over her shoulder at me. I smile as Eddie walks me into his trailer.

"Uh, Wayne can you make sure everyone stays outside for now? Try to distract everyone with food?" Eddie asks as he holds the door open. Wayne nods and kisses the side of my head. "I'll talk to the Hailerds, see if we can get those grills going!" He chuckles and walks to the trailer that Jason was pinned against.

Once inside, Eddie slowly pulls his arm from my waist. He smiles at me and walks to the fridge. He pours me some tea and walks back over to me. His eyes meet mine and that's when I break down. I feel my knees start to give and tears start streaming down my face.

"Woah. Woah." Eddie quickly puts the tea on the counter and rushes over to me. He wraps me up in his arms before my knees can crumble beneath me. He pulls me tightly to his chest and starts soothing my hair. "It's okay. I've got you." He hums softly and I nod into his chest. I wrap my arms around his back and grip his shirt tightly in my fists. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere, my love. You're safe now. I'm sorry." He snuggles into my neck and pulls me even closer if that's possible. We stay like this for a few more minutes until my tears dry up and I stop shaking. "You okay?" Eddie mumbles into my neck and I nod slowly. He pulls away and looks down at me. I force a small smile and step back. He smiles and goes to grab the tea once more.

"I'm sorry," I whisper as he hands me the tea.

"Why are you sorry?" Eddie scoffs.

"Because. I provoked him... knowing he was probably drunk." I whisper the last part softer.

"That's still not your fault, Indie." He crosses his arms over his chest and huffs like I'm being ridiculous.

"Yeah, but if word gets out that you and the band are beating up small-town people it'll look-"

"Darling, respectfully shut up." He chuckles and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. "We all would do it ten more times if we had to. Plus rockstars hit people all the time." He smiles down at me as he pulls his hand back. Silence begins to fill the trailer but Eddie's face becomes serious once more. "Why did he come up to you in the first place?" He asks.

"Ya know, he saw an opportunity to make me feel like shit and he took it." I laugh but Eddie's brows knit together.

"What opportunity? All you were doing was waiting for Chrissy."

"I don't know." I lie. "I was alone? Who can really be sure?" I try to sound like it's no big deal.

"You're being weird. What did he say to you?" Eddie steps closer to me and I step back causing him to become more serious and suspicious. "Indiana." He warns.

"Nothing. Really. It was just the normal stuff. He was talking about how you're a freak. And he was commenting on how girls shouldn't be interested in you guys because you're freaks. That's all really." I cross my arms hoping that will be enough for him. If Eddie tries to pull the full truth, the actual reason I provoked Jason, it will only make this day worse for me.

"Okay... what did you say?"

"Just that you guys are rockstars so, of course, pretty girls are gonna like you guys."

"That's what made him mad enough to grab you?" He leans down and stares into my eyes causing me to step back again. "There's more. isn’t there?" He tilts his head telling me to go on.

"Uh, he said something about high school and then it got heated and I said that he's only being rude to me because I told Chrissy to break up with him. That's when he grabbed me." I fly through my words.

"What made it heated? What made you say that?" Eddie probes.

"Just high school talk."

"Indiana. We've never lied to each other. What did he say to you? I know you're hiding something." He crosses his arms and steps closer again. I stumble back and trip on the rug a bit. I catch myself and look back up at Eddie. "Indiana. Tell me what he said to you. Obviously, it upset you."

"What does it change if I tell you? Nothing. Just let it go, Eddie." I grumble getting frustrated by his persistence.

"Why can't you tell me?"

"It'll hurt your feelings," I lie again. Eddie glares down at me like I'm stupid.

"When has anything Jason Carver said ever hurt my feelings? You're being ridiculous."

"No! You're being ridiculous!" I shout and push past him to set my glass on the counter. "Just let it go, Eddie! It doesn't matter what he said. If I tell you it won't change anything. It's done." I say with my back to him, hoping that if he can't see my face it will make me seem way more confident than I actually am right now.

"Why are you getting so mad at me?! I just want to know what he-"

"I'm not mad I just want you to drop-"

"Then tell me what he said, Indiana!" Eddie shouts. I whip around to face him and feel every part of my body begin to ache. I can't stop all the emotions from boiling to the surface. So, I start speaking, like an idiot.

"Fine! He was telling me how pretty girls are all over you guys, which is clear as day! Like, does he think I'm fucking blind?! I see the pretty girls groping you guys! I'm not stupid! And he started talking about high school and about how girls never looked your way and then he was like well all except one or whatever! And he then looked me dead in the eyes and told me that you'd never look my way because you had all those pretty girls all over you. Which I already know so he didn't need to tell me that and-" I take a deep breath and look up at Eddie who is standing silently while I yell at him. "And... and yea. He just was basically telling me I was pretty?" I try to save myself a little by making it seem like I didn't just basically say that I want him to look at me like he does with pretty girls. "That's why I said what I did. He said I wasn't pretty in a roundabout way. But I smelled his breath. I shouldn't have-"

"Would you be upset?" Eddie cuts me off. I meet his eyes with confusion.

"Uh, wouldn't you be? He called me ugly, Eddie." I ask plaintively. His serious demeanor cracks and he laughs.

"No, no. Not that." He steps closer and grabs my hips. He pulls me close to him and locks eyes with me. "I meant- I meant would you be upset if I didn't look your way?" My heart nearly falls out of my ass.

"W-What?" I stutter as his hands cup my face with both of his hands. He stares into my eyes and pulls me into him. He rests his forehead on mine and searches my eyes. He gently nudges my nose with his and takes a shaky breath.

"Please, Indie. Be honest with me, okay?” He takes another shaky breath and stares into my eyes with his big beautiful brown doe eyes. “Would it upset you if I didn't look your way?"

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Cliffhanger bitches xoxo

Let's be honest. I really like this story so another part will be coming soon. Promise you won't have to wait too long. Anyways. Uh, I believe my questions are open so feel free to request. If my questions are open for some reason uh... comment. I love to hear feedback. Unless it's bad then keep that shit to yourself cause idc about that. Peace and Love, Babes.

[stogzo]

I got into it really recently due to ‘New Magic Wand’. Having to download the full igor album off youtube with a video downloader because stupid parental restrictions make it so I cant listen to songs with dreaded cusswords in it

Tyler Fan 🫵

HUUUGGEEEE TYLER FAN. GRINNING REALLY WIDE ive listened to his music religiously for yeaarss and totally forgot people talk about him on here. seeing the stamps sent me down a full rabbit-hole of art all over again :-)

[commaclear]

(sees cute boy pattling a bike like his life depends on it. )

Why hello handsome. This is gonna be fun. Crushing you that is.

Breaking News

Alright, folks. Jerry says that he's almost in view of Town Square... He now says that a dark figure is standing in the road and- *flinches* Uh, Jerry? I know you're studying law, but screaming isn't a very professional journalism practice- Jerry?? JERRY?!!

*ahem* I have lost all connection with Jerry... I'm afraid the last thing I heard him say is not something I can repeat on air because it was full of cusswords. He didn't even take the time to identify his attacker, which I think was very unprofessional of him.

*taps earpiece* So what do we do here, Rob? Do we- do we send another intern? Maybe one who has a car and a little more professionalism?

[hachimitsuuuri]

Surprising them with a puppy | Various JJK Character x Reader | Headcanons

Pairings: Itadori Yuuji x Reader, Kugisaki Nobara x Reader, Fushiguro Megumi x Reader, and Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings: A few cusswords

Genre: Fluff and crack

A/N: This is my very first piece of writing I have uploaded, so I hope you guys enjoy this!

Itadori Yuuji: 

♡ Absolutely ecstatic when you show him the puppy.

♡ “Woah, a puppy?! It’s so cute, just like you (Y/N)!”

♡ If you have a backyard, he definitely loves to run and play fetch with the puppy.

♡ He loves to cuddle with you and the puppy while watching movies.

♡ Sometimes, it gets a bit hard for you to keep up with Itadori and the puppy’s extremely energetic personalities.

♡ But even so, you love to spend time with them.

Fushiguro Megumi:

♡ Confused at first.

♡ “Why do we need another dog? We already have my divine dogs.”

♡ You explain to him that you found the dog at the shelter and loved it so much that you had to take the dog home.

♡ Megumi’s neutral about the dog at first, often just leaving the dog alone except for when he needed to feed it and stuff, while you on the other hand always loved playing with the puppy.

♡ One day, the dog just starts running towards him at full speed, knocking Megumi over once it makes contact with him.

♡ To your delight, you can see Megumi slightly grinning as he holds the puppy in his hands.

♡ Your puppy is scared of the divine dogs

Kugisaki Nobara:

♡ Nobara’s first impression of the dog: Cute.

♡ “Awwww, the puppy is so cute (Y/N)! I know I’m more of a cat person, but this dog is just so adorable!”

♡ But as time progresses, Nobara starts to see the puppy as more of a rival rather than the cute puppy she had first thought it was.

♡ She gets a bit jealous of the puppy at first, seeing how the puppy often occupied the spot on your lap which she felt like was her’s.

♡ “It should be me sitting on (Y/N)’s lap, not that pesky (but extremely cute) puppy!”

♡ You quickly notice her jealousy and talk to her about it.

♡ “Nobara, are you really getting jealous of a dog?”

♡ Nobara just pouts and turns the other way.

♡ You end up placing the puppy in her lap to try to get her to warm up to it, and it sure does work.

♡ Nobara and the puppy practically become besties after that incident, constantly spending time with each other.

♡ One day, you arrived at the dorms after training, only to see you dog’s nails painted and it wearing sunglasses.

Gojo Satoru:

♡ CHAOTIC. THIS MAN WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY CHAOTIC WITH THE PUPPY.

♡ The first time they meet, Gojo would be captivated by how cute the puppy is, and tries to scoop it up in his arms and hug it.

♡ However, the puppy got intimidated by Gojo and ran to the side of you.

♡ Confused on why the puppy is running away from him, Gojo decides to get on all fours and start barking at the puppy.

♡ Both you and the puppy are just like, “Bitch what the fu-”

♡ Gojo loves to chase the puppy around the house.

♡ One day, Gojo just randomly decides to grab the puppy and place it on his chest as he flopped onto the couch.

♡ The puppy was a bit shocked at first, but eventually got used to it.

♡ They both ended up falling asleep.

♡ You made sure to take pictures of this cute moment.

[petermaximoffsupremecy]

family dinner

Inspired by: the dinner scene from incredibles

TWs:like one cussword?

Notes: c/n =crushes name c/fn= crushes full name

as you sat down at the dinner table waiting for your younger brothers, billy and tommy, to come down for dinner that moment you heard your mother call for twins and your dad to come down you felt a rush of wind as tommy sat down next to you, then billy came rushing down the stairs out of breath just as your mum lay down the plates where you was all sittig your father came through the front door "im home darling"

your father, vision, said closing the door behind him and hanging up his coat on the coat stand, for dinner the family was having meat loaf, ew. your thoughts was interrupted by a kick at your leg, it was tommy he kept kicking your leg, you was getting irritated at this point you was about to kick him back but before you could your mother spoke.

"is something wrong y/n?" you had two options snitch on tommy or you could just skip dinner and say you wasnt hungry and go stalk your crush,again... the second option sounded like the better choice so you was going to just that

"im not hungry for meatloaf " at this point your parents was getting suspicous you was skipping dinner time almost everyday of course you would eat later that night but you was getting distant with everyone, wanda and vision just looked at eachother before wanda spoke

"well i can make you something else what would you like?"

wanda said getting up to go to get something from the fridge looking back over to you, but tommy had other plans "c/fn"

he said with that stupid smirk and a teasing tone, you felt the heat rise to your face you couldnt tell if it was from their name or you being embarrassed from your brother knowing that, maybe it was the million of pictures around your room...but we dont talk about that. "shut up."

billy had that shit-eating smirk on his face you wanted to punch him so badly in that moment, now your parents knew about you just looked down, not wanting to stare at you parents faces "what its true!"

billy stood up defending himself from the other side of the table, you have had enough of him " i said shut up, you little insect"

you said you stood up and slammed you hands on the table, tommy still had the same look on his face you two was having mental staring contest

"ok thats it both of you sit down, now." he said pointing his finger and you and tommy, you both quietly sat back down you was kind of shocked that was the first time you had ever heard your dad raise his voice at you, or your brother billy was sitting next to where wanda was, he was just eating trying to ignore the mess that was happening as wanda was walking back over to the table to sit down after that mess, it was fine until tommy had to open his stupid mouth and said

"she would eat it if we having c/n-loaf.." you have had a enough this time.

"that’s it!"

you used your powers the throw tommy chair what made him fall and the chair break i ran at him but he started running around hitting you every chance he got, you threw out a scarlet coloured force-field what made tommy get pushed back and fall, it was chaos wanda trying to get you to stop fighting and vision holding back tommy

"hey! both of you bed now, we all will talk later."

as wanda let go of you, you just gave tommy a sour look, the feeling was mutual lets say.

"hey guys i- woah what happened"

uncle pietro walked in

"don’t even ask."