#he quite LITERALLY like GAVE HIM SOCIAL ANXIETY

[univemma]

Finally watched 'Not Lout' the other day,,, Spitelout Jorgenson count your days

(Context i adored httyd years ago and watched rtte but recently im hyperfixating on it and rewatching it, and i literally remember nothing from the show its so fun being able to first watch again after years)

[kamotecue]

part four: as the only heiress to the throne, you had your royal duties, that meant you meeting with the lionesses ahead of the world cup.

part one | part two | part three

you sighed as scorpius drove to st. george’s park, it was the last thing on your schedule for the day. your father wanted you to greet and wish the best with the 2023 world cup approaching.

you were literally stuck with media duties, something you quite hated. it was the way the press would turn something around, which well annoyed you. as the car pulled up you saw sarina weigman, the lionesses’s head coach.

“i’m nervous.” you stated, as scorpius chuckled.

“the great y/n, nervous? social anxiety should be afraid.” scorpius joked, as you jokingly glared at him.

“it’s not like i’m dating their captain, i only met three of them. what if the rest of the team don’t like me?” you asked, as scorpius looked at you.

“they’ll love you, besides who could ever hate you.” scorpius said, as you laughed. a lot of people could, you thought.

the car came to a stop, as scorpius killed the engine before heading out to open your door. as your door opened, you stepped out confidently, shaking hands with the dutch manager as she gave you a small smile.

“it’s an honor, your highness.” sarina said, as you nodded.

“the pleasures all mine.” you walked in with sarina, scorpius following behind, always five feet apart. you were lead to a dining area where the lionesses had settled, a few taking a glimpse at you.

the coaching staff were at their designated table, while you joined the table of ella toone who sat with alessia russo, esme morgan, ellie roebuck and mary earps.

“are you really dating our skipper?” ella asked, in disbelief as alessia gently slapped ella’s arm to which you laughed at.

“yes, i am dating leah. is it that much of a shock?” you asked, as ella shrugged.

“you are the crown princess, while our skipper is well—just leah.” ella said, a bit loud making you wince as a few stopped to look at your table.

“just leah was the one i fell in love with, the seven year old that i met on the football pitch.” alessia gave you a soft smile; happy that their skipper had someone to love.

“what do you love about leah?” mary asked, as you gave her a contented smile.

“a lot, really. when we were kids, and i’d meet her on the pitch she’d bring me flowers ‘just because’. or how much she cares about this team, how she loves football, how serious she is. or how blue her eyes are.” you said, as keira gave you a nod of approval.

“has she taught you football?” ellie asked, as you nodded.

“when we were kids, and i’d meet leah on the pitch where we would play soccer. she’s taught me everything i know. she’d also let me borrow a pair of her boots, as we had the same shoe size.” ellie gushed at how cute it was.

“can you tell us more stories?” esme asked as you nodded.

“i had to play goal keeper, just to block lee’s shots. there was this one time, the ball had hit my face. leah rushed to me to check if i had broken anything, or if my nose was bleeding. let’s just say, she scared scorpius.” alessia laughed.

“scorpius?” esme asked as scorpius moved from his position, giving her a small smile.

“my bodyguard.” as you introduced him to the team, he went back to his original position.

“if you weren’t a princess, what job would you take?” keira asked, from the other table.

“well, i am majoring in physiotherapy. after that, i’d enter med school, and graduate.” as keira looked at you in shock.

“i always wanted to do more research, on why it’s more common for females to tear their acl.” you said, stunning those who heard your conversation.

“interesting, leah’s got a keeper.” mary said, as she winked. i laughed at her joke.

“quite literally, i joined a youth team as a goal keeper.” you said, as they looked at you with wide eyes.

“however i only played for about 4 years? before quitting.” ella looked at you in shock, mary was proud another goal keeper.

“i heard there’s a foosball table, would you join me in a game?” rachel asked as she passed by to which you nodded to.

yet here you were absolutely crushing the daly-bright duo, georgia was your partner.

“you’re good at foosball too.” rachel said as the game came to an end.

“what can i say, i’m great at many things.” you said, as you’ve taken lessons in a few instruments, played various sports, and etc.

“well, i believe it’s time for us to go, my lady. you have a date with ms. williamson.” scorpius said, as you flushed.

“can we stop and get flowers?” you asked, as scorpius nodded. keira definitely approved of you, it was cute, your relationship with leah.

[b0g-b0y]

König x m reader Requested @imcoughing

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Y/n was known for being social. It didn't matter who it was or what someone looked like y/n loved a good conversation.

And recently he found himself talking to König well, König was listening.” And then she told me that if she was a sunflower she would face me and not the sun. However, did you know that sunflowers die if they don’t face the sun? She was upset when I told her that. Anyway, do you have a favorite plant?” Y/n asked König, waiting for a response.” I like snapdragons.” König spoke. Y/n smiled at König before talking again. “My favorite is Venus Flytrap. There are different types of Venus flytrap, there so pretty for being something so corniverus. Did you know that they are mostly extinct in the USA they can be found in North and South Carolina. Sorry I’m rambling.” Y/n spoke. König slowly walked away waving a small bye.

Time after time y/n would come back to König. “König! Have you seen the news on the spinosaurus?” Y/n didn’t really get a reply but he continued.” Some paleontologists or something like that can make up their minds about if it’s aquatic or not, and they keep arguing about it. It’s literally a big crocodile. They also have similar skulls. Anyway I think it’s just stupid.”y/n said, his voice getting quite near the end. He’d noticed that König didn’t say anything back, he never really did. Was he bothered König, maybe König is too annoyed to utter a word back. This started to become a common thought to y/n. Eventually convincing himself that König didn’t want him around. So he stopped talking to the tall man.

König also started to notice that y/n would talk less and less to him. And he started to miss hearing y/n ramble about the things he liked or just the news. König loved listening to him and he missed it. The best he could do was push down all his anxiety’s and just ask what he did wrong, why did you stop talking to him, was it his fault? Königs brain couldn’t stop racing with thoughts as his feet carried him to find the man he was after, and eventually he did find him. König taped y/n's shoulder to get his attention. When y/n turned around to face König he had to take a deep breath before he could speak.”König”. Y/n said beating König before he could speak. It was now or never. “ y/n did I do something wrong?” Köing spoke. His eyes didn’t meet yours.” No you haven’t done anything wrong, why do you ask?” Y/n responded.Königs eyes finally met yours.” You stopped talking to me.” König said. “ I thought I annoyed you, you would never respond, it was me just talking though you didn’t like it, so I stopped.”y/n spoke. König couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief he didn’t do anything wrong, it was just a misunderstanding.” I actually love listening to what you have to say, I just don’t know what to say back.” König looked at y/n as he gave a small smile to him.

After their little talk things began to go back to normal. Y/n would continue to go to König to ramble about everything and anything. This time König would give his input into the conversation. But this time it was different. König found himself looking at y/n with love, he loved that man that stood in front of him and there was nothing he could do about it. He was scared y/n wouldn’t feel the same he was scared to lose what he had. However y/n started to feel the same way, he’d noticed that König looked at him with his eyes filled with love. But he couldn’t help but ponder on it for a few weeks, what if he was reading it the wrong way, then that would fuck every thing up. But hey you only live once.

Once again y/n and König found each other going for a walk. It was quite the birds and a small breeze could be heard before y/n decided to speak but not before letting out a small sigh.”König do you like men?” Y/n said, getting straight to the point.” Bitte? Ja I do what does that have to do wit-“ Before König could finish you spoke.” Good, go out with me?” Y/n spoke confidently. This stopped König in his tracks, he wasn’t expecting this to happen, especially not for this to go down in this way. König swallowed before letting out a small laugh that sounded similar to the crackling of hyenas. “ ja I would like that, want to go out for drinks y/n” Königs spoke. All you did was give a small hum as a yes as you grabbed his hand and continued your walk.

[thelittlestsquid]

How I Met You (1/3) - König x F!Reader

A/N: Graphic design is my passion, yes. Anyways, this is my first fic ever! Yaaaaaa.....aaayyy.. yeah. I'm German, so obviously I had to write about König. Before anyone says anything - yes, I know he's Austrian. I headcanon him having family in Germany that he visits when he's on leave. He speaks standard German so it makes sense to me. I also gave him the name Mathias. I don't know, he seems like a Mathias to me. :,) This will have three parts, so hopefully y'all enjoy it, because we'll be doing it again. Twice. I don't really know how Tumblr works yet but if you want to request anything - I always gladly take requests! <3

Anyways, this is getting pretty long - if you want anymore info on me or the rules for requesting, look at my pinned post! Thanks so much for reading! <3 (I'll translate everything German, don't worry!) Kaufland is a German supermarket btw., it's literally 'buy land' wtf

Summary: König never thought he'd have to worry about falling in love or starting a family. He also never thought that he'd meet is partner-to-be in a Kaufland, trying to reach bread - and failing horribly.

Warnings: (Social) anxiety, König doubts himself a lot, Kinda Meet cute, Fluff, language, Female Reader, German Word count: 2k

From an outsider's perspective, König was a skilled operator, a deadly fighter who was deadset on completing his objectives.

Even if he was built like a mountain, he somehow managed to go completely unnoticed by his enemies, making him a deadly weapon.

That was him. That was all he was supposed to be - all he had to be good at.

And he was, well, he tried. He tried so damn hard to be. But lately, his mind seemed to wander. Suddenly he felt like being this perfect weapon wasn't the only thing he wanted - something he thought would be long lost to him became an option again. A family of his own.

He believed that, if he ever tried to find a partner, they would be military as well. His life was full of murder and misery, he thought that he needed someone who understood his job. He thought only a fellow operator would.

So why the fuck was he here, in a Kaufland, staring at the cute woman at the end of the aisle - clearly not a soldier. Clearly struggling to reach the top of the shelf. His legs started to walk towards her - his social anxiety somehow forgotten.

''Äh, entschuldigung? Soll ich dir helfen?'' (Uh, excuse me? Should I help you?)

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Fucking bullshit these… tall fucking… shelves in Germany…, you were visiting a friend in Germany for two weeks. Everything went well - until you went shopping and tried to get some bread that was at the top of a giant shelf. Fucking hell, why are shelves in Germany this big?! Fucking Germans…, you cursed wildly in your head, trying to reach that damned bread for more than five minutes now. It was getting embarrassing but your ego didn't allow you to just ask someone to help you. 

A shadow fell over you. You turned around and looked right into a broad chest. Slowly your eyes wander up into the face of the absolute giant in front of you. The lower portion of his face was hidden by a face mask, his blond, long hair in a low bun - some strands of hair falling into his eyes as he slightly bend down to look at you. Blue eyes look down on you but his gaze doesn't quite reach your eyes - he seems to stare at your nose. He says something you don't quite understand - it's only your second day here after all. He seems to understand your confusion, his eyes widen slightly as he clears his throat. ''You speak English?'', he slightly tilts his head to the right. You nod, letting go of the shelf next to you. ''Yeah, uh.. sorry, what were you saying?'', you say as you straighten up a little so that you can actually look into his eyes. 

The mans eyes widen a little as you straighten up. Standing a little straighter himself he points to the bread, his eyes crinkling as he seems to smile a little. ''Do you want me to get that for you? I would not want you to hurt yourself'', without waiting for your answer, he grabs the bag and hands it to you. You take it, glad that this madness was finally over. You put your aquired treasure into your shopping card and turned back to the giant. ''Thanks. What's your name?'', he seemed to think for a while, eyes becoming distant. Did he forget his name? After a short while he cleared his throat again and look back to your nose. ''Mathias. My name is Mathias. And what is your name?'', you could see the ghost of a smile behind his mask. It didn't quite reach his eyes but it seemed genuine. You told him your name and held out your hand. Mathias stared at it but decided to shake it, his large hand covering yours completely. He was insanely warm, like he just held his fist into a bonfire. ''You uh, have a pretty name'', he says, even if it was a little quiet. -- What the fuck was he doing? 'You have a pretty name' - really? Fuck, he should've never asked to help you. He should've just gone into another isle and finish his shopping. Did he really think he could just... chitchat? He was never good with that! When you asked him for his name, his mind seemed to go blank for a second. Scheiße, was he König or Mathias? Would it be weird to make you call him König? Yes, yes it would - Mathias it is. (Shit) You are not on base. This is a civillian. Callsigns aren't normal here. This is not military ground.

He repeated the mantra in his head. So much, that he almost forgot to answer you. After some debating, he shook your hand - reminding himself to be gentle. Civillian, not military. This isn't a seasoned operator.

Fuck, what was he supposed to say now? How would a normal conversation continue? Was he annoying you? Surely you had better things to do as standing here.

He was taking up so much of your time, maybe he should just turn around and walk away, maybe that way he could forget about all of this and just finish his shopping and-

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His eyes were distant again. Was he okay? Should... should you ask? Something about his entire act was extremely confusing. He was tall, undeniably strong - his face was almost hidden by the mask yet what you saw was... actually really fucking handsome. He seemed gentle and thoughtful - he helped you, a complete stranger, after all. Smiling, you took out your phone. ''Let me buy you a coffee as a 'thank you', yeah? Want you give me your number?'', you held out your phone, opened on a new contact. Mathias flinched a little and blinked down onto the phone. He stared for a few seconds before taking it. ''That would be... nice. Thank you'', the phone looked absolutely mini in his hands, he could hold the entire thing with one hand as the other typed in his number. It seemed to take him a while because his fingers pressed down on two numbers at a time. He scrunched his eyes a little, seemingly very concentrated. It looked really adorable.

After returning your phone, you bid farewell. You still had some shopping to do and surely Mathias had other matter to attend to as well. Whatever it was, he seemed pretty determined to leave the supermarket as fast as possible, almost tripping over himself in the process. You huffed out a quiet laugh as you continued through the aisles.

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Okay. So you obviously didn't hate him. She gave me her number... She wants to meet me... He stood in front of his mirror, two shirts in his hands. Today was the day you two would meet a cafe, not far from his home. He liked that one, it was quiet, not too full and their menu was amazing.

Should he wear his mask? It would be hard to eat with it on... Should he go with his normal, black shirt? Maybe he could try something new? No. He wanted to be comfortable and not worry if anyone thought his outfit was weird.

König decided on his usual stuff, black pants, black shirt - it became a habit from when he was on base. You couldn't exactly wear bright ass clothes on a mission.

After some spending some more time on panicking, he decided to take his mask with him - put it on once he felt the need to.

König didn't think he was ugly. Quite the opposite, actually. He found himself to be handsome. The thing he was most worried about wasn't his looks.

On missions, he wore his sniper hood - an old shirt he couldn't use anymore since it became too small. It wasn't what he imagined to be wearing when he joined, but it stuck. König was used to hide his face, not caring about his expressions. It was so familiar to him that he sometimes forgot to show emotions when he was on leave. Old habits die hard, eh?

But he wanted to try - he found you genuinly interesting and he loved how patient you've been with him. Since your first meeting, the two of you texted daily. König behaved completely different over text. More bold as usual. You, in return, answered with the same boldness - subtle and not so sublte firts were exchanged over the past few days which resulted in König being even more nervous when he thought of meeting you again.

How the hell did he manage to get into this? Since when did he talk to people, let alone befriend them? Was he trying to be friends with you? Clearly you seemed interested, did you want more too? Wait, too?

Before he could loose himself in his self-doubt again, he threw on his jacket, took his keys and wallet and left his apartment.

This was all so... new to him. On the field, all he had to do was function. He had to set his emotions aside, they didn't matter. What he thought didn't matter, how he talked to his subordinates didn't matter. But he wasn't on base now. He was on leave and he had to remind himself every. single. time. that he needed to behave differently here.

It was hard which is why he usually kept to himself, resting alone in his apartment or going out with some comrades to drink - people who understood him and thought like him.

As he walked down the street, he suddenly worried if you even recognised him without his mask. But König didn't have to worry for long, as your friendly voice called out to him from further away. --

This cafe was absolutely adorable. You arrived a little earlier than necessary to get a good view of the place. It looked really old, baby blue accents and plants everywhere. Almost like a little palace.

Spotting Mathias wasn't hard, as he towered over pretty much everyone. But something seemed different today.

You could see his face - all of it. And fuck, was he beautiful.

He frowned slightly as he walked down the street, his eyes cast onto the floor. You could see some freckles covering his cheeks. His hair was in a ponytail, his blond curls falling over his broad shoulders.

You had to stop yourself from staring. Any time now. But it was so damn hard to look away.

You don't know how it happened but after your short encounter in that stupid supermarket, the mountain of a man didn't leave your mind, his voice basically replaced your inner voice at this point.

He was an absolute treat over the phone and in real life. Especially in real life.

You jogged over to him, calling out his name in the process. ''Mathias, hey! Hi, how are you?'', you smiled up at him. He smiled slightly and it absolutely melted your heart. He had dimples that only became more prominent when he fully smiled at you. ''Hello you. I am good and you? I hope you will like it here'', he nodded towards the cafe.

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You had an absolute blast. It was nice and quiet, the food was amazing and most importantly - you had just the right company.

Mathias was cautious with telling you anything about him but after some convincing he told you about his work. He was a soldier in the military, stationed in Austria but visiting his family in Germany.

That makes sense, you thought. Something about him screamed soldier. His height, the way he dressed, those absolute huge muscles - you kind of already knew.

But all this only made him more attractive in your eyes. Strong, capable but at the same time he seemed so... gentle, so sweet.

The date - as you called it in your head - ended sooner than you wanted it to. But inside you knew that this wouldn't be the last time the two of you crossed paths.

[blue-jisungs]

hiii ✨

cant stop thinking about bss, specifically boo, caring for his partner in a very high energy environment while they have social anxiety, and probably best friend!hoshi and dk :(

if the whole world was watching

author’s note. hi anon!! thank u for requesting! :D honestly this made me so <\\\3 sorry for such long wait but i hope you enjoy it <3 also not proofread + i’m leaving tmrw for +- 4 days so enjoy while i’m gone 🥲

warnings. social anxiety :(

being seungkwan’s partner was something you could never dream of. he was perfect in every way possible. even with his profession, you never felt anxious about your relationship.

“hey, are you ready?” seungkwan chirped, bursting into the room.

“yah, boo s–“ you were about to scold him when you noticed his outfit. you were about to attend a wedding of their staff member. seungkwan, when he got the invitation, gasped audibly when there was an +1 option. the staff knew you’re saying either way, so he figured why not. besides, it’s a private wedding.

so seeing him in an elegant tuxedo, with flower tucked in his pocket and his natural hair in fluffy waves made you stop a beat. will he look the same on your wedding–?

“hello? mingyu’s about to be here in a second!” seungkwan whined, walking up to you “you look… breath taking, by the way. if i were the bride, i’d be jealous”

“nooo, stop” you mumbled, glad that the foundation is covering your reddening cheeks “i, uh… i just need to put on the jewellery. maybe a quick cup of coffee before we go?”

“oh no, if they come up here they won’t go back to the car like… ever. besides we have to be early, we need a rehearsal” seungkwan leaned in and kissed your cheek. you grinned, standing up.

in no time you were at the venue. seungkwan gave you a quick peck before disappearing. they had to do the rehearsal and they were opening the ceremony, later on signing live too so…

you gulped, your heart speeding up. you were left alone. with a bunch of people you don’t know and without your comfort person in sight. or even your friends.

you sat down at your assigned seat and realised you’re not seated next to seungkwan. there were only old ladies.

“oh, hello there” one of them greeted you, eyes scanning you up and down with a scrunched face. you bowed, muttering a quiet ‘hello’ and then you realised kwan with his band mates are having a separate table at the other side of the room.

you gulped. it’s fine. you’ll manage. it’s only the opening, ceremony itself, food… and then some dancing. then you’ll be near him.

it’s not like you couldn’t function without seungkwan. you just had – or hoshi, your bestie, called it like that – separation anxiety. he was right though; you felt more comfortable with someone you knew by your side. especially in a new environment, full of strangers who were constantly–

“whose date are you?” another lady asked, poking your arm. letting out a shaky breath, you faked a smile.

“boo seungkwan’s. he’s a friend of the bride” you nodded “i’m–“

“who?” another lady chirped in “also, i don’t mean to be rude but the earrings… they don’t suit you, darling”

you swallowed, nodding. those were earrings that seungkwan gave you on your first anniversary.

“and that dress… don’t you think it’s too revealing for a wedding? if i were you–“

the music suddenly started and you noticed seventeen. they all looked neat, elegantly dressed. you gulped, taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart. you felt uncomfortable but at least you had seungkwan in your eyesight.

he looked so ethereal. passion on his face and his voice, oh his angelic voice.

“whose are those guys? aich, really. singers those days…”

you turned around and glared at the old lady. she ignored you, rolling her eyes.

you enjoyed the performance and then the ceremony; the bride was stunning. however, the older ladies never stopped chatting and throwing comments that made you uncomfortable. especially when they – quite literally – talked about you behind your back.

“the dress, really. i’d never wear such a thing”

you gulped, your chest tightening. catching your boyfriend’s gaze from across the room, he realised something’s wrong.

“and she didn’t even eat anything… what an ungrateful brat. who does she think she is?”

you clutched your hand on your purse, your lip starting to quiver uncontrollably. blinking rapidly you tried not to tear up. because that’d be so embarrassing and don’t be such a crybaby, y/n–

you watched seungkwan stand up. hoshi with dokyeom exchanged surprised looks and then found your face in the crowd as well, quickly joining seungkwan.

you stood up too, almost flipping over the glass on the table because of the sudden movement. they grunted. everything spiralled around you, breath catching in your throat.

“hey… hey, y/nnie?” seungkwan rushed to you, holding your arms. you nodded, head tilting down; you didn’t want to tear up here, now.

“oh look at her… i guess that’s the boyfriend”

seungkwan looked at the ladies, surprised. dokyeom and soonyoung arrived too.

“hey, are you okay? you look pale” dokyeom asked, patting your arm

“wait, aren’t those the singers?”

you tugged seungkwan’s sleeve. he looked down and noticed how you’re struggling with breathing. you felt small, as if the world was about to swallow you. each murmur, word, noise seemed to echo in your head. are they talking about me? why is everyone staring? i want to run away–

seungkwan wrapped an arm around you and lead you somewhere, your worried friends following. gradually, the chatter of the room faded out. only your irregular breathing.

“did those old hags say something? i swear i’ll beat them up” soonyoung hissed, dokyeom grabbing and pulling him back by his blazer

“easy there tiger. not here” he mumbled, causing you to crack a smile.

“do you need some water?” seungkwan asked, his thumbs caressing your skin in a soothing motion.

“jus’ you” you murmured shakily, burying your head in his neck. seungkwan held you closer, arms wrapping around you.

now the world didn’t feel that suffocating. it was just kwan, your kwannie.

“no, really?! what did that witch say–!” soonyoung yelled out, dokyeom putting his hand over hoshi’s mouth.

“it’s nothing… i just…” you mumbled, looking at them with teary eyes. your friends’ features softened upon seeing you “too many people…”

“you want to go home?” seungkwan asked, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. you shook your head as a no.

“i just need a moment with you guys” you murmured shyly.

“c’mon, let’s sit down” dokyeom smiled and you three sat down, leaning against the wall. your breathing slowly regained stability, seungkwan’s arm around you and hoshi drawing shapes on your leg. “no but really, did anyone say something? those old ladies didn’t seem to friendly”

you scoffed, patting your friend’s arm.

“well… they did, but it’s okay. i feel better now” you smiled softly. suddenly a sound of slow song reached your ears. seungkwan looked at you lovingly and stood up carefully.

“may i have this dance, pretty?” he asked. you nodded, grabbing his hand. your friends looked at you two happily and watched you leave.

while seungkwan rocked you gently in his arms to the slow song played in the background. planting an occasional kiss on your cheek or your forehead, his eyes stared at you as if you hung the stars yourself.

“y’know… even if the whole world was watching, i’d still dance with you” he hummed, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. you swore you could melt right here, right now. your social anxiety disappeared like it never existed… sure, you danced in the middle of the room with all the people watching. but all that mattered was your seungkwan.

and your two friends, observing you and cooinh about how cute you are… right after having a small friendly talk with the elder ladies.

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I could have sworn I have more questions about headcanons, but until then.. Take these! I'll send those questions in when I can. If the cast got turned into cats, how would they act like? (Since yk, it would be a little different if they're cats. I'll give a headcanon of mine as an example: David and Xander would always be walking beside each other and their tails would form a heart. They would also lick each other to help clean themselves) GIMMIE ACEVID ONES!! How do you think the cast acted when they were babies/kids? You can use this photo as a inspiration for ideas!:

Don’t worry I’m super forgetful, too. The amount of times I’ve thought of really good jokes or theories to post only to immediately forget about them once I remember I wanted to post something is too many. I look forward to seeing the other headcanon stuff!

If the cast got turned into cats, what would they act like? (+Acevid)

I’ll try to do everyone in the cast for this one! Also, I’m not using real-life cats for a basis on their appearances, some of them are blue and red. Second also, I’m doing this on the assumption that this is a parallel universe where they’re cats and always have been.

Teruko: The saying that a cat always lands on their feet does not apply to cat-Teruko. She is constantly getting into accidents and her owner is getting sick of all the vet bills. She’s not very cuddly, often preferring to be left alone. Appearance: Brown with some patches of fur burnt off.

Xander: Pirate kitty. Cats probably can’t wear eyepatches in real life, but cat-Xander does. He is constantly climbing all over furniture as well as his owner, and he often harasses said owner for affection. Appearance: Red with cool eyepatch thingy.

Charles: Very anti-social. Getting him to let you pet him is a difficult task at first, but evantually he might warm up to you. Watches his owner make things in the kitchen with a strange fascination. Appearance: Purple with a bushy tail.

Ace: A literal scaredy-cat. Constantly hissing at people and hiding under furniture, and trying to pick him up is just asking for him to bite you. If he does end up liking his owner, he will quickly develop separation anxiety. Appearance: Maroon, fluffy and smaller than average.

Arei: Constantly doing things to annoy her owner. Example:

Owner: *Walks into the room and sees cat-Arei next to a glass of water, which she is pushing dangerously close to the edge of the countertop* Hey! No. Don’t you dare.

Cat-Arei: *Looks owner dead in the eyes as she slowly pushes the glass off the countertop, and it shatters on the floor*

Appearance: Light blue and…uh…majestic?

Rose: Always taking a cat nap. Usually in the most inconvenient places, like right in front of the front door while her owner is trying to leave the house. Her owner has tripped over her quite a few times by accident. She also always manages to get into paints, no matter where her owner hides them. Appearance: Dark brown fur (which usually has paint stuck in it).

Hu: Definitely the most well-behaved of all the cats. It doesn’t matter what she’s doing, if she hears her owner playing any instrument she’ll come running. Sometimes she’ll try to help them play (Ex: Walking across piano keys while her owner is trying to play). Appearance: Dark green-ish fur

Eden: Doesn’t have great eyesight, since cats don’t wear glasses (or maybe they do I mean I gave cat-Xander an eyepatch). Very social and will often follow her owner around the house. Has a strangely good sense of time. Appearance: Brown fur, maybe dark brown markings around her eyes that sorta look like glasses.

Levi: Very calm, but will attack any human he does not recognize that enters his owner’s house. (He’s a very good guard dog—er, cat). He will protect his owner with his life. Appearance: Light brown fur, piercing light blue eyes. Bigger than your average cat.

Arturo: Loves his owner and is very clingy to them. Anyone he deems unfit for their presence he will hiss at if they get too close. His definition of ‘unfit’ seems to be anyone and everyone his owner has tried to invite over. Appearance: Mint/Toothpaste green fur, very lanky.

Min: Sits next to her owner whenever they read, staring at the pages. Whether she can actually read or not is a mystery. Not very easily excitable, but she really likes milk (just like human Min). Appearance: Brownish-Black fur, a tuft of which will often cover her pretty purple eyes.

David: When his owner isn’t home he barely does anything, and is usually laying in the same place all day. Once he notices his owner is back he gets all happy again, and will follow them with stars in his eyes. Appearance: Dark blue fur, his eyes do the same thing his human counterpart’s eyes do.

Veronika: Will often enter rooms quietly just so she can pounce up onto her owner’s lap and scare them. Makes very demonic hissing noises whenever she feels like it, usually when her owner least expects it. Appearance: Red fur, and dead, grey eyes. Has long claws she likes to scratch furniture with sometimes.

J: Will act like she totally didn’t miss her owner while they were at work for a while, but caves after around an hour and bothers them for affection. She likes to initiate any cuddles, and trying to give her any without fair warning will make her mad at you for a bit. Appearance: Black, thick fur with blue and green highlights. Somehow.

Whit: Very affectionate, and instantly likes the romantic partner his owner brings over to the house. He can sense it’s meant to be. Also:

Appearance: Has a heart shape on his chest (for an example of this, see the photo of a random cat I found on the internet). Blonde fur, pink hints throughout.

Nico: Hmm…I’m tasked with making them more cat-like, huh? I guess they hate bathtubs more now. They’re pretty anti-social and don’t hang around their owner too much, but appreciate their company when they do. Appearance: Black fur and red eyes, looks scary but is actually very sweet.

Acevid: At first cat-David thinks of cat-Ace as a bit too…energetic, if you get what I mean. But also finds him fun to mess with. Sometimes, they take naps together. A good way to summarize their relationship is this: Cat-Ace likes his personal space. Cat-David also likes cat-Ace’s personal space.

How do you think the cast acted when they were babies/kids?

Teruko: Actually sorta had a home, the orphanage, so that’s nice. She didn’t have any friends except for her brother, so they hung out a lot. She was more affectionate then, and often carried around a stuffed teddy-bear.

Xander: Liked school and did fairly well. He had a lot of friends, thanks to his more outgoing personality, but he was a bit too much for some people. Got into fights at recess a few times.

Charles: Rather sheltered, preferred to be by himself most of the time. Had a sense of child-like wonder about him, (and he still does, even though you’ll be hard-pressed to see him show it). It’s a shame he can’t remember most of his childhood.

Ace: Didn’t have any friends (until Taylor), since his off-the-walls energy was too much for most other kids, and he was just labeled as weird. Never stopped talking, despite the fact people constantly told him to shut up.

Arei: Her sisters got an early start on making her feel as bad about herself as possible, and they made it hard for her to make friends. She was compassionate nonetheless, but she slowly became more closed-off because of all the ridicule.

Rose: Didn’t sleep as much, since she didn’t have as much of a need for escapism (or at least I always assumed she slept as a form of escapism idk). She was very passionate about art and often got her pieces put in the school-wide art shows.

Hu: Got along pretty well with other kids, but was rather introverted. She had a lot of butterfly-themed clothing and jewelry, so it was well-known that was her favorite animal.

Eden: Had a few good friends, and really liked setting up play dates with them. She would often pick out art kits from the store, like bracelet-making kits, to do during them.

Levi: Rather quiet, didn’t have many friends. His closed-off nature and intimidating stature were most likely to blame for this. He had trouble reading who was in the ‘bad crowd’ and would sometimes get in trouble for being in the wrong place, wrong time.

Arturo: Didn’t have many friends, since he was often off in his own little world. Not sure when his beauty obsession started, but at some point it did and he would constantly read those celebrity gossip magazines and fanboy over every pretty person he saw in them.

Min: Had a few friends, but didn’t spend too much time with them. She was always studying, or doing schoolwork, or occasionally sleeping. She tried to hang out with friends sometimes, but would be constantly feeling guilty about how she was wasting time that could be spent studying.

David: Had many acquaintances and a few people he’d call friends, but he didn’t feel most of them actually knew him that well. He was way less…er…depressed? Than current David, and did anything for his parent’s approval and affection.

Veronika: Most kids either thought she was creepy (because of her psychoanalysis) or really cool, since she would often do things like hanging upside-down on high-up tree branches or other dangerous stunts. While intrigued by the spooky and gory, she wasn’t as into it back then.

J: Often forced to do things she didn’t want to by her mother, and hated every second of it. She felt as though most of her friends weren’t really her friends because they liked her, and that they just liked the idea of her, and the idea of being friends with a celebrity.

Whit: Didn’t have too many friends, since some considered him a little annoying. Wasn’t quite as ambivalent to terrible things happening, and wasn’t constantly positive. But he still really liked puns to an unhealthy degree.

Nico: Didn’t have any friends, but didn’t mind because they preferred to have their alone time anyway. Or maybe that’s just what they told themselves so they wouldn’t feel lonely. They would’ve liked to have at least one person to hang out with from time to time. But at least they had their cats.

Sorry this ask took forever for me to answer. I had never considered the cat question before and it took me a long time to come up with answers. But this was really fun, thanks for asking me stuff!

[vacantgodling]

🎀🍬 for Hya bc those are too funny lol

DHDJDJRJRJRJJ his worst nightmare in 2 questions

🎀 Opening birthday presents in front of others, being sang to when given their cake, etc.

of the two, hya is more comfortable dealing with being in a celebratory crowd. it’s one of the many “wifely duties” in paramour — ie: managing the social scene and he’s been taught well by tagetes. i’m actually Not Sure what birthday traditions galeré has and that’s something interesting to think about but focusing on how we do birthdays TM his patience is so thin. like he’s not a huge fan of sweets but being sung to already makes him 😒—let alone when people start to tell him to blow out the candles JSSJSJ the only way he would is if aloe asked him to 💀 he also hates opening presents in front of others because He Will Judge you. if he thinks it’s a bad present he’d be all “and who the fuck bought this” and throw it out in front of you probably BDJDRJJ best bet is to just give him money fr he’s so picky and very few can get him to Not Complain about a present. (and before you think amon, it’s not. the only person who can consistently get hya presents he likes is tagetes which pisses him off SO MUCH LMAOOOOO)

so long story short: he hates it 💀

🍬 Being put in charge of a couple rowdy kids

i’m actually gonna hijack this question to talk about the kids hya canonically has in his life aka, lavendula’s children. viola (10), barbatus (9) and rumex (6). viola (similarly to her mother lowkey) is very taken by hya’s air and mannerisms and has heard so much about him from aloe that she can’t help but want to be around him and be like him which. baffles hya greatly. whenever they’re in the same room she’s always trying to talk his ear off and it is SUUUUCH an exercise in patience for him. she does kind of win him over (aided by hya moving away and marrying amon pff) because she loves books and as mentioned, hya also likes books. so when he realizes that she can have an intelligent conversation about books and themes in literature he warms up to her more (well, as much as he can being himself).

barbatus however is a different story and is more of the rambunctious type that the questions talking about 💀💀 he’s proud and hard headed and defiant but is still yknow. a child. so he gets in over his head and whines and cries when shit happens and hya is exhausted with him immediately. especially bc barbatus is more of the roughhousing type and hya is having Literally None Of That. he tends to talk back and that pisses hya off so he usually dumps barbatus onto someone else’s hands (later in life onto amon mostly) bc he can’t deal with that shit LMAO.

rumex he doesn’t quite know what to do with and similarly rumex doesn’t know what to do with him. bc rumex has always been sickly their social skills are under developed and they have a lot of separation anxiety from lavendula. they also got the worst of their father’s abuse, so they see hya as kind of similar (authoritative figure) and keep their distance. hya doesn’t care either way but it’s something that distresses lavendula;;;

and under a cut i’ll put some actual prose regarding hya and the kids PFF. idk if or where this would fit in anywhere but it’s a good explore to who he is:

“It was very kind of you to invite us to your residence, Hyacinthus.” Lavendula folded her fan with delicate fingers and curtsied.

“Tagetes insisted.” Hyacinthus eyed the younglings gathered close to their mother’s skirts, and gave his half-sister a stare that would resemble one you’d give a particularly irritating mule. “Though, I don’t recall you mentioning you’d be bringing the—”

“Your niece was desperate to see you, and I needed to get the boys out of the house. For fresh air.” Lavendula replied breezily, and Hyacinthus regarded the young girl grasping her hand with a blank stare. She looked up at him shyly, wiggling her fingers in what could be discerned as a passable wave, then tucked her face back against her mother’s purple gown. The taller, older of the boys, that stood astride his mother with his chest poked out, piped up: “Do you have a garden Uncle Hya?”

“Barbatus, manners.” Lavendula scolded gently. The boy looked back at his mother, confused. “What? He is Uncle Hya right? Why can’t I call him that?”

“Don’t be bull headed.” Lavendula looked back to Hyacinthus, seeming to beg him with her eyes. “Do you happen to have a garden that the boys can play in.” She paused. “... Preferably one with a gate.” Hyacinthus snapped his fingers and a maid standing idly by the door snapped to attention. With his wave, she quickly scurried over.

“Yes, my lord?”

“See the children out to the inner courtyard. Make sure they don’t kill themselves.”

“Hyacinthus…”

“Isn’t that what children do when left to their own devices?” Hyacinthus gave a listless shrug, and the maid, happy to be dismissed from his presence, quickly took both his niece and his nephew’s hands, then with Barbatus trailing along, headed out towards the courtyard.

[claireofluxembourg]

We have radio show in a little less than 20 minutes but in the meantime, I want to come clean to what's been happening with my personal and work life that caused me to have the worst Anxiety Attack I've had in YEARS last night. If it wasn't for my dog, that is sitting in my feet as I write this, I would probably not be alive today.

I don't want to get too much into detail with what's going on because I'm pretty certain all my social media is being stalked (Twitter, Facebook and even my LinkedIn) by my boss. Long story short, she managed to bully out of the job not only my roomate and another friend but she's close to bully one of the receptionists out too (refusing for him to get medical attention related to a chronic illness) and myself.

I confronted her boyfriend (and principal of the school) two nights ago because another teacher (and cousin or nephew or God knows what) told him that I was talking shit with another student about them (which I wasn't, he hadn't seen me in days and they even gave me food) and I told him via text I wanted to be left alone because I was just doing my job and was quite literally out of the picture. They don't want me at the institute so they schedule me online hours. Since me confronting him (which cause the first burst of Anxiety) on thursday, I haven't received any hours scheduled (I work per hour and get payed per hour). He's basicaly threatening my livelihood and he knows it because I talked to him about it. Several times. I told him I needed at least 7k every 15 days to cover up my rent and my other expenses. They haven't covered that in the last month.

And all of this because my roomate was best friends with the owner and they're not anymore because they got into a one sided fight. And what I mean with One Sided is because she got mad my roomate and I didn't invite her to our birthday party (which we had to cancel to not "hurt" the company and her feelings I guess). Since then and because I'm still friends with my roomate, I have been witch hunted and belittled.

I am currently seeking for another job that allows me to cover up my expenses for the next two months. I need to make at least 780 dollars a month to be able to pay my rent and just live here. I am TERRIFIED because they have me under contract and they're in their right to not schedule me hours because my contract says so. I cannot sleep and I cannot eat and I cannot stop crying. I genuinely don't know what to do but to try to express my feelings of absolute hopelessness here.

This is my safe space and probably the only place she doesn't know but even then, I have kept this under wraps from pretty much everyone but my closest family and literally a handful of friends because I feel like a failure. I'm sorry that this has also kept me from blogging here but as you can tell, I'm fighting for my life here. Pray for me because literally I was so close to give up.

Please don't let me give up.

[loaflovesdoodling]

let’s say hypothetically i was interested in attempting to write fanfic of your kirby guys….. where would you point me where i could learn who the characters are and a good idea of what they’re like?? 👀

A

OMFG WAIT JUST A SEC BECAUSE AVDHSBSSHDHSJSHS WE LITERALLY JUST MET BUT YOU'RE ALREADY SO INTERESTED IN MY SILLY BAPIES AND ASSHDHSHDHSBDHSSJSJSJS OMFG MY ANXIETY AND EXCITEMENT ARE AT THEIR PEAK RN

OKOKOK SO,

FOR THE DULCIADES LORE, HERE'S A LIST OF THIS OLD AND BAD FIC SERIES I MADE ABOUT 1-2 MONTHS AGO (BUT PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION BECAUSE IT DOES TALK ABOUT RATHER TOUCHY SUBJECTS SUCH AS TERMINAL ILLNESS AND DEATH)

(pt. 1; pt. 2; pt 3; pt 4; pt 5)

AS FOR A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE SILLIES :DD

Sir Pleiades: Ultimately Immortal (which is basically a fancy way to say he cannot die ever no matter what and will even survive the Heat Death of the Universe), he's kind, caring, elegant, but really cocky and boastful. He can be scary serious when he wants and is kind of a mad psychopath, but he bottles all his anger up to look 'normal' and so he mostly appears as a very calm individual. He deeply cares about those whom he holds close to his heart and is willing to take any risk for them. Also teasing is his love language (both platonic and romantic) and, being a Demigod, he possesses multipurpose stardust magic (he can use it for object summoning, self-healing and even some brief variant of teleportation) and has a super strong sense of intuition and instinct.

Blossom Dee: Mute tiny little gremlin <3 she's canonically 8cm tall and an eternal toddler, and even though she can't speak herself, she understands others perfectly and can write basic words out using flower petals; she's also able to pick up on social cues quite well. She loves sweets and often has huge sugar rushes (not that she ain't already hyperactive herself, mind you, she's already an energetic little creature as is HELPPP). She loves sitting on people's heads (most of the time you'll see her sitting on her big bro Ades'); she also loves making friends.

Miss Dulciana: Just a regular mortal lady, she's pretty into daisy flowers and has a gorgeous singing voice. She's sweet, loving, but pretty peppy and playful. She has a purse, but doesn't carry it around often, because the top skirt layer of her dress has pockets beneath it. She's an absolute disaster at baking, but she has her fun in trying, at least. She's also tried learning Crochet, but gave up when she accidentally tangled her hands in the yarn and undid her entire work while trying to pry them free. She taught Pleiades French and learnt Japanese with him. :)

WAAAAAHHH HELP SO SORRY FOR THE REALLY LONG POST ASBSBSBBDBDHDDBDBDJDN YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE ANYTHING IF YOU DON'T WANNA REALLY AAAGSHSHSHSHSHSHS BUT JUST IN CASE YOU AT LEAST WANT TO GET TO KNOW THEM BETTER HERE'S A CRAPPY DESC 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[lafilleestmorte]

I was SO sure that ccir was going to join my kdrama favourites list but the last two episode were honestly such a fumble. I put it right next to extraordinary you because both shows really had the most nonsense endings possible, given the attention to detail and quality of writing in the episodes leading up.

I henceforth propose a list of things I would have liked to be different:

(spoilers under the cut)

1. WHY DID HAE-E'S BIOLOGICAL MOTHER COME BACK. I literally did not care about her, and we had already explored Hae-e's feelings about having been abandoned in the earlier episodes. This sideplot occupied so much of the last few episodes when that same time could have really been used to flesh out the development of the other side plots so it makes me frustrated. I did end up appreciating the mother's story but it was so last minute and took away from the other stories in a really big way

2. Sua's family. Their endings were so!!! underdeveloped I don't understand how they thought they could get away with that. I liked the scene where Sua tells her mom to get a divorce, because her mom starts to realise that she is mature and not some child to be protected and coddled. At the same time, we don't get to see Sua go to therapy and overcome her anxiety and actually mature emotionally. We don't see her mom face any consequences or revelation regarding all of the BULLSHIT she put so many people through. Including her husband, who she actually did neglect. I think Sua's father had an interesting potential in having been neglected and treated shittily by his wife and acting out in turn. He was quite a socially aware character from the start and I wish they made him out to be more complex than some rich dude throwing a hissy fit. I don't like that her mom got off scot-free and still boasts about Sua

3. Sun-jae's family. what in heck. I don't even understand what happened there. You can't expect anyone with braincells to accept that his mom just GAVE UP on pushing her sons' educations when that's literally been her personality for the entire show. Even if the court case made her realise her faults, it's not enough to warrant a complete 180 with no supporting development. I liked the idea of the parents connecting over the issue and becoming more supportive of each other, but that would only make sense if they spent!!! time!!! showing it to us!!! I would have liked for Sun-jae's mom to realise (like Sua's mom) that her son's actions were coming from a place of maturity and awareness, and for her to apologise. I think Hui-jae going to the military was a good choice, but the vacation was quite forced. I'd also have liked!!! for the mom to have a scene with Hae-e

4. NAM HAE-E (and friends). if the previous point with Sun-jae's mom making up with Hae-e and Sun-jae happened I might have appreciated them getting together a little more. But it feels like they were just shoved together because they didn't have time to give either of them a more fulfilling ending. Sun-jae is sO MUCH MORE than some idiot who is obsessed with Hae-e. Seeing his family issues be solved would have been more important (and satisfying) than seeing his love life solved. When it comes to Sua, I imagined her bursting into tears when Hae-e woke up (because she still doesn't know that it was Donghui that did it) and then trying to become friends with Hae-e. I really liked that it was Geonhu instead that reached out to her!!! He's the friendliest so it makes a lot of sense and I really like the sense of ease between the two of them. I don't know/care about the implied romance though. Finally this last bit. is a tad personal. but we were this || close to getting aroace!Hae-e who rejects everyone and does not date if they had left it at the dinner scene I would have been the happiest girl alive. maybe danji was my aroace queen all along

5. JI DONG HUI. genuinely what the hell. He was my FAVOURITE character for the first ten episodes, even after I started suspecting him of being the killer. My friends thought that it was a cop-out to have him commit suicide, but I disagree, because I genuinely cannot imagine him having to go against Chi-yeol so it was either that or him being dragged into prison screaming 'i did it to protect you!' while Chi-yeol watches in complete shock. But if they were going to go down the suicide route then WE NEED TO SEE CHI-YEOL GRIEVE. Dong-hui was genuinely a huge contribution in getting him this far in his career, and Chi-yeol must have really loved him. I mean, that was the only person he felt close to and had contact with for almost SIX YEARS. I was interested in seeing Chi-yeol process his grief and betrayal and regret in a more prolonged way, because they spent that long making the audience attached to and invested in Dong-hui's character. idk when I saw Hyowon driving the car something in me broke.

I have a singular positive, which is that this was the first show where I never got bored or annoyed with the leading romance. They were so cute and loveable until the end and I really enjoyed watching them

[arttypeomochao]

Here are the Sinnoh Elite Four too!

Aaron:

There's not a whole lot to Aaron, design-speaking or otherwise. I'm pretty sure he's implied to be a bug catcher, so I tried to amplify that in his design. In the original redesign, I gave him these sharp, intense eyes, but I've recently found a love for the more innocent, boyish take on his personality I've seen, so I softened up his gaze. (Btw the contraption on his back is a mini bug habitat).

I think Aaron would definitely be the youngest and most inexperienced of the four. He still has a lot to learn and is quite naive, but his passion for Bug Pokémon and battling are very real.

Bertha:

Bertha's design has grown on me over time, but I still feel like she's missing something to indicate her type specialty. I decided to make her the League's groundskeeper. I completely revamped her outfit and gave her a kimono and a rake to signify her passion for gardening. She'd probably have an entire zen garden just in her room.

Bertha is definitely still the friendly old lady type, but she has a wiseness to her that makes having a conversation with her that much more enriching. She's probably been working at the League for a very long time, so she knows the place inside out. I think she'd also be Roark's grandmother, as the two have somewhat similar hairstyles and type specialties.

Flint:

My favourite Sinnoh character without question. Most of the thought process behind designing him is literally just "how can I make him even better?" I tried to accentuate the cool factor and make him all around more flashy and exciting to look at.

This Flint is very, very proud. A loud and egotistical party boy with a LOT of fans. And he's well aware of it. Also a part-time shitty boyfriend to Volkner, who eventually blows up at him for being exactly that, before they kiss and make up. HATES to lose and hates anybody that makes him lose. A massive sore loser when it comes to sportsmanship. Volkner's probably the only member of the entire League that tolerates him lmao.

Lucian:

I like Lucian but his original design bores me a little. I tried my hand at making his suit and hairstyle fancier, and I think it worked. Also tried to add more colours to the design to make him better stand out.

A MASSIVE bookworm. I think it would make more sense for Lucian to be the lore nerd over Cynthia, because his whole thing is reading. The League probably has its own private library entirely at his request. Though he looks intimidating, I imagine he's really just a massive introvert with slight social anxiety.

(His Key Stone is embedded in a ring on his right index finger).

[mishibashimori]

Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 2 (Revised Version)

Synopsis: You are an alien who crash landed onto Earth. You have no name, and no more home to go back to. The Guardians of the Globe have rescued you and brought you to get intensive care under the great Cecil Stedman. In helping out your new home, Earth, will you develop a relationship with the coldest man you know?

General Info: AFAB Gender Neutral Reader, Cecil is Younger in the Beginning and it Will Lead to Current Events, Reader is a Bubbly Optimist, Reader Description is Intentionally Vague so You can Imagine the Alien Species They Are However You’d Like

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Cannon Typical Violence, Eventual Sexual Content

Specific Chapter TW: (Specifically at the End in a Nightmare) Physical Child Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Alluded To, Traumatic Dream Sequence

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Your healing process was going very well. When Cecil told you he had the best medical staff in the world, he definitely wasn’t lying. The doctors and nurses were very kind, helping you every step of the way, most times literally. You’ve been in physical therapy for about six weeks after healing for a few months, and the amount of support you’ve received is incredible. The wires were out of your jaw now, too, and it had healed up very well. It felt incredibly wonderful to be able to speak again, and taste Earth food— which was admittedly delicious.

Over the months The Guardians of the Globe would come to visit often and cheer you on. War Woman, who you learned is named Holly, started to warm up to you, showing you different exercises that would be good for your certain situation. Apparently she’s been in your boat quite a few times despite being a pretty powerful hero. It was definitely comforting to hear. Dark Wing had similar experiences, too, but he was a bit more reserved. You didn’t mind though, he didn’t have to be social.

Alana, Immortal, and Samson never had a shortage of stories or funny quips, making the whole ordeal a lot more entertaining, certainly. The amount of times you accidentally hurt yourself during PT by laughing too hard were more than you’d like to admit. Red Rush, or Josef, joined in from time to time too, but he was usually busy with other things. It was a shame, because he was quite entertaining when he wanted to be.

The chats with Martian and Aquarus were definitely something you found solace in. Having fellow aliens - one literally, the other more metaphorically - made you feel more welcome in the organization. It helped that they were very understanding of your reservations and anxieties about being in a whole different environment, as they had gone through it themselves.

Even Cecil would drop in from time to time, if just for a moment. Usually his conversations consisted of work, and what the plan was going forward, but there were a few brief, nice moments where the words between you two were genuine fun. You were talking to him now while trying to balance on your wobbly legs, a walker clutched in your hands for support.

“I can’t believe Jell-O,” you chirped, making your way slowly to one side of the room, “it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Cecil was staring at a tablet, tapping away at it busily. He glanced over at you, a slightly amused expression on his face, “you should try ice cream.”

“Do you have some here?” You asked excitedly.

“No, not in the hospital.” Cecil chuckled, “but you can get some tomorrow.”

You tilted your head in confusion, pausing your exercise to look at him, “why tomorrow?”

“You’ll be getting your own room. No more hospital bed.”

“Wow! Really? That’s so kind of— Whoa!” You leaned forward too far in your excitement, your hands slipping from the walker. It clattered to the floor as you fell forward. Cecil moved to catch you, but you caught yourself, flailing your arms frantically in a circle to regain balance. Once fully upright, you gave a small laugh. “I’m okay.” You leaned down carefully to grab the walker but Cecil beat you to it, setting it upright for you to lean on. Looking up at him, you gave a smile. “Thank you.”

He stepped back a few paces and cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable by the sudden closeness. “No problem.” The tablet in Cecil’s hand gave a frantic beeping, catching his attention. He gave a sigh and glanced at you. “I have to go. Me or one of my men will show you to your room tomorrow.”

“I hope it’s you.” You stated, unfazed by Cecil’s startled expression. “I like talking to you.” You’ve noticed humans aren’t as straightforward as they should be, especially with feelings. Unlike your species, they like to dance around subjects, or say one thing and inadvertently mean something completely different. It gave you a headache.

Cecil gave an awkward smile, and you could see his cheeks flush a bit. A sign of human embarrassment, you learned. “You really wear your thoughts on your sleeve, don’t you?”

“But I’m not wearing sleeves.” You responded, puzzled. This only made him laugh, a genuine one you hadn’t heard from him before. “You’re in a good mood today. I’m glad.”

“Yeah, well,” Cecil rubbed the back of his neck, “it’s uh, it’s been a good day.” His eyes sparkled a bit as he gazed at you. A rush of delight ran down your spine. All you could think of was how blue his eyes are.

Seemingly snapping out of a daze, Cecil turned and walked quickly towards the door, looking back briefly to say a short goodbye before disappearing. You stared after him for a moment, smiling, before continuing with your walking exercises.

“It’s huge!” You exclaimed, shuffling into your new home, cane in hand.

“That’s what she said.” Alana jeered, making Cecil roll his eyes. She had decided to come with and check out your new living space, too, after hearing you talk about it when she came to visit the day before.

Your new living arrangements was a rather large room in GDA headquarters, about as big as a full house and complete with a bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom. It was pretty barren though, save for the essentials, and a small bundle of presents on the dining room table. Your eyes lit up and you immediately wobbled over to them.

“Wow, you guys,” you picked one up. It was blue and from the Immortal, with yellow ribbon tied sloppily at the top. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. “I don’t know what to say. I haven’t done anything but cause you trouble, and you’ve been so kind to me.”

“Oh, please,” Alana came up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I’ve known the Guardians for years. I’ve known you only six months and you’re already my best friend.” She gave you a small squeeze. “You’re no trouble at all.”

“We had a choice to bring you in or leave you bleeding, and we chose you,” Cecil chimed in, “don’t be so hard on yourself. You can pay us back by getting better.” He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against a wall, giving you a smile. “Plus, I don’t do so good when people cry so— don’t.” You gave both of them a nod, too choked up for words.

After opening up the gifts, your new place felt more like a home. All of them were from the Guardians: decorations they thought you’d like or appliances you’d need. You had no idea what a panini maker was but apparently Josef really thought it was important, according to his card.

You sat with Alana and Cecil for a while, chatting about different things. It was calm, nice, something you hadn’t had in a long time. Your thoughts drifted to your previous life, to the turmoil, and to how far away it seemed now. It felt almost unreal how good everything seemed to be going, and how kind these people you met were in comparison. A satisfied sigh slipped through your lips and you leaned back in your chair. Suddenly a beeping rang through the room, and both Alana and Cecil looked at their watches.

“Oh shoot, gotta go,” Alana said, getting up and slipping her green stone into her mouth. “Emergency. I’ll talk to you later.” Morphing into her Green Ghost form, she flew towards the door and opened it, rushing to leave the building.

Cecil stood too, walking over to your new fridge. “I better go too, but first,” he opened the freezer, pulling out a carton of ice cream, “I was hoping we could all share, but work calls, as always.” He set the carton down on the table and turned to walk out the door.

“Wait!” You called, unable to control your sudden outburst. Cecil looked back. “Can I help? Or at least come along?” He thought for a moment, considering your words, before shaking his head no.

“Not yet. You will, I promise, but for now just sit tight.” With that he disappeared in a flash of light. Startled, you blinked away the sudden brightness that just assaulted your eyes. That certainly had never happened before. Must be an Earth thing.

With a frustrated sigh you put the ice cream back in the freezer and went to go lay down, drained from all the walking you did today. You were happy with your progress, but at times it seemed to be going so slow. You wanted to help, to be included. It didn’t feel good to be left behind, especially if there was something you could do. It got lonely.

Healing from injuries had been no stranger to you, but before now you had only dealt with flesh wounds, never something to do with bones. It was a whole new experience, and a long, tiring one. Once comfortable in your bed, covers up to your chin, it wasn’t long before your eyelids had grown heavy, and you drifted into a nightmare-filled sleep.

You’d had this one many times before. It was dark, and the iron tang of blood filled your nose. Heart racing, you whip your head around, frantically looking for anything in the darkness. Then, you see him. A tall, lean man with long, beautiful golden hair. He wore vibrant orange and red robes, and a crown the color of the flesh of grapefruit sat atop his head. He’s bathed in a beam of light, holding a young boy by the throat. The boy is screaming, gargling out urgently for help and thrashing his limbs in a futile escape attempt. There are deep gashes in the boy’s legs, arms, and torso, leaking streams of red that pool onto the black floor.

The man stares at you, narrowing his eyes maliciously. “Come here, pet.” He growls, shaking the young boy violently. “Come save him. Maybe your parental instinct will kick in if you see a child in agony.”

Your eyes grow hot and your throat tight as you try to fight your way towards the wailing boy, but some invisible force holds you in place. “Take me!” You screech. “Please, let him go and take me! I’m so sorry! I’ll try harder! It’ll work this time!”

Suddenly, you’re falling. Your heart leaps into your throat as you plummet down into a cold, dark abyss. Invisible knives slice into your side and carve up your face, sending blood spatter upward in a red shower. Weariness dragged at your bones, a soul sucking dread accompanying it. You were dying. Oh, god, you were dying.

“Help.” You breathe out, a pitiful noise in a wide expanse of nothing. “Help.” Your eyes began to close. The fight left your muscles. There was silence.

Then, your eyes shot open.

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Disclaimer:

I try to be as accurate as possible to the source material for this fan fiction, but at times I’ll get it wrong. The timelines for the Guardians of the Globe as well as Cecil are not as accurate as they should be but for the sake of wanting to have all the characters in here I fudged it. Just know that I understand not everything is accurate but let’s just try to have a good time regardless!

[hannah--bug]

A Cat Introductory

Sometimes I surprise myself with how little cat content is on my Tumblr. I don't even think I posted when we got new kittens...! So I made this for fun : )

Pepsi, aka Beep or Beepus (it comes from a Bepis mispronunciation) is a Victorian woman trapped in the small body of a cat. She has the patience of a saint and a very angry resting face. Out of all our cats ever, we've had her the longest. She has no interest in sinning and very much dislikes being picked up in "improper" ways. She's currently ten years old! Wow!

Saffron is not very smart, but we love him anyway <3 He's naturally very greasy, which is one of the easiest way to distinguish him from Sphinx (seen in bg here). He likes to sleep on his back and goes so, so ham with his favorite toys that he loses them almost instantaneously. He also has a concussion in this picture that he gave himself mysteriously, hence the differently sized pupils. He's currently three and has Feline Leukemia Virus

Sterling, seen here angrily wearing Hunny as a hat, has issues. We don't know why he has issues. He has them. He was incredibly ill as a kitten (the vet literally told us "good luck") and I guess that traumatized him...? He's quite loving, but is so wicked neurotic. He might actually have anxiety. Saffron is his absolute favorite guy and he always meows very loud when hitting someone whether he's playing or not. He's currently two and has mouth herpes, which was a surprise

Sasha is currently our smallest adult and he likes to sit like a jellyfish (shown above). I don't understand how he breaks his spine to sit on it like this, but he sure thinks it's comfy...! He's a very sweet boy who's more of one for following you from room to room than he is for a petting sesh. He comes in my room every day at regular intervals to check on me and meow for a head pat <3 He's two, very near Sterling's age

Sphinx is our largest (and possibly fluffiest) adult. He has an insane neck mane and enjoys playing fetch with his favorite toys. Will got absolutely insane for hair ties. Seriously. He'll probably hurt you because he's just so excited. He has a teeny tiny meow and likes to be held and cuddled for specific periods of time only known to him. Loves going outside and behaves the best out of everybody out there. He'll even wear a harness like a good boy! He's two and very near Sasha and Sterling's age

Rowan, like Beepus, is pissed off, but she has a different vibe. While Beep simply has a resting angry face, Rowan is mad. She's so mad. She hates you, she hates everyone, and she has the poofiest little butt ever. When happy, she holds her tail up so high that it bends down and touches her back! She enjoys hoarding toys under chairs and sitting on strings like they're railroad tracks. She's coming up on her second birthday very soon. She's a Siamese/Turkish Vaan

Magpie is, and I mean with the upmost of love, the dumbest cat we have. I sometimes joke that she's autistic because she just... doesn't quite do social interactions right. It's like she doesn't know how to read the other cats...! Despite this, she means well. She gets wicked hyper at the drop of a pin and used to be besties with Rowan, but got tired of being slapped around!! Her fur hangs down kind of weirdly, like it's heavy. It makes her look sort of flabby <3 Will go insane for string (seriously...) She's two years old

Ophelia (the Mighty Huntress) is just the sweetest little lady. She gives you her head to pet with the utmost trust and arches her back very high while doing so. She doesn't mind being held for long periods of time, but doesn't necessarily enjoy being pet much. She exudes sweet innocence somehow, all the time. She just has a sweet little face, I guess...! She's currently one year old and has a silly little (big) primordial pouch <3

Raven is my little baby - a cat I specifically picked out. She's growing into a delightful watermelon, by which I mean she's fat and we have to watch her diet. She does not like being pet unless she says so, especially on the head!! She's the master of slinking away from unsolicited hands and will dodge very severely if you try to give her a head pat when not allowed. She enjoys meowing at nothing and playing with strings, which she will brings you. She has a chronic condition I forget the name of that leaves her with a squinty, watery left eye. She's one year old and close in age to Ophee

Monkey is the cat Al picked out very near the time I got Raven. He was very matted and dirty when we got him, which is why he's rocking the homemade lion cut in the picture. His fur's finally almost grown back out now! He's part British Shorthair and I think he looks very interesting! He has exactly one meow that he uses at all opportunities. Loves to play, but mostly only with other cats, which results in constant screaming and crying for them to come playyyy. Come play...! Come plaaaaaaaYYYY. His little eyebrow poof makes him look either very concerned or very angry depending on the lighting. One year old

Juniper, as you can see here, weighs 0 pounds. She's very sweet, quick to purr, and has mysteriously broken all the whiskers off the right side of her face. While she gets hyper just like everybody else, she tends to have this tiny calm contemplativeness about her. Just a tiny little lady in a big world... She's coming up on six months and is littermates with Fergus

Fergus is a darling little orange with the tiniest eyes ever. He tends to sit and look very concerned with them. Does a lot of just sitting there... thinking. What is he pondering? We just don't know. He likes ball toys, which is rare among our cats, and has a very poofy tail! He's littermates with Juniper and is nearing six months

Molotov Cocktail (aka Molly) is another cat I was lucky enough to be allowed to pick out. True to her name, she's a wild little spitfire! But she also enjoys cuddling and sleeping next to people. She has the highest rate of sin out of the kittens and is nearing six months (but is two weeks or so younger than the other two). If you don't give her what she wants, she goes on a wild sin rampage...!

[newtthetranswriter]

Hello! I just saw your Matchup post and wanted to send one in to try my luck if it's still open.

I'd like to request a Matchup with Characters from JJK, Tokyo Revengers Haikyuu and Demon Slayer.

I'm a very introverted person with a very low social battery, i have social anxiety so i don't do well with big crowds or new people but if i know someone well i open up more, i tend to be quite loud and i love cracking (stupid) jokes. Most people would describe me as weird.

I love animals and work in an animal shelter for free. I also draw and write fan fiction as a hobby. I'm also a Scorpio and have a major case of Resting Bitch Face.

(also not a minor literally turned 20 a few weeks ago 11/2003)

A/n: Hello, yes these are still very much open. Thank you for requesting. I hope you don’t mind but I could not think of any one from demon slayer that would fit, I’m sorry. That’s more on me though, It’s been a bit since I watched it and nothing is coming to my head. Any way I hope you like the ones i was able to write. Have a great day and Remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Toge Inumaki

He may not talk much but he understands that social situations can be draining

Also not a big fan of huge crowds cause more people means more chances of an accident so he prefers dates that are just the two of you playing video games or reading

I feel Toge would be so down to volunteer at an animal shelter with you, he mainly loves playing with the cats

Loves listening to you and Panda make dumb jokes together

Please draw this boy something, if you gave him a picture you made for him he might die, but he will cherish it for all time

Tokyo Revengers: Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

Yeah having social anxiety and dating a gang leader don’t mesh well but hear me out

He’s totally fine with you staying home or hanging with Emma during the bigger meetings

He also loves that the loud and rambunctious part of you is something so few people get to see, and it makes him feel special

Will constantly ask you about what you’re writing or drawing

If you’re having an off day, like your battery is at zero, he will offer to just drive you around on his bike, no talking required, he just wants to be close with you

Haikyuu: Kenma Kozume 

Again another boy with low social battery

Is fine chilling at home while he plays video games and you write or draw, occasionally talking

He doesn't really care if you go to his volleyball games or not, cause he know those large crowds can be terrifying

And don’t worry about being loud and making dumb jokes, he’s used to it from Kuroo

He honestly like it when you get rambunctious, just don’t tell Kuroo because then he’ll start poking fun about how Kenma always tells him to shut up

Kenam also loves that because of the power of two people with resting bitch face, strangers don’t really approach either of you when you go out together.

[doloresandfriendsandstuff]

TMI Tuesday! What lead you to Christ?

OOOO! I really like this one! It can be a simple answer and a complicated one depending on how I say it...

I grew up in a mostly Christian household and was witness to some miracles throughout my life. The list of what I've personally experienced can go on (and to be honest, some reading this may find it pretty stupid or illogical), and while I can't possibly list every single thing I've experienced supernaturally or through faith, I can list a few things! Get ready, cuz I'm gonna get into story-mode!

When I was about 4 years old, I lived in a house that was nearby a wooded area, but was separated by a big, dry weed field. It was wildfire season, and the wooded area had caught on fire and was headed to the field and our house. I remember the firefighters coming to take care of it, and my mom rushing me to my bedroom so I wouldn't see all the drama. But as I was headed there, I stopped by the windowsill and peeked my nose over the edge to look outside in the backyard, where the fire was happening a ways off. There, standing in the field, I saw a VERY tall individual dressed in pure white, glowing white, standing straight up, with a large sword in each hand by their side. They had this stern and serious look on their face. They turned their head towards our house, and towards the fire. That was an angel. And he was sent to protect us. And then my mom rushed me into my room, none the wiser of what I saw, until years later when I remembered and told her.

When I was in my early or mid 20s, a few years ago, I got to experience an angel (or the Holy Spirit) hugging me from behind in a church I didn't normally visit, but had made myself build up the courage to go to after not having gone to church at all for years due to severe social anxiety. They had a guest speaker that day, and I don't remember who he was, but he had somehow said something that allowed the Holy Spirit to make Himself known in the building. I was sitting at a pew, by myself. The one behind me was completely empty. As soon as that guest speaker asked the Holy Spirit to come over the church, I felt these two large, strong arms hug me from behind, like they belonged to someone who was very tall and was crouching down to hug me while I sat. It wasn't exactly physical, but it felt physical, but also in a spiritual sense. It's not something I can easily explain. But when I felt that embrace, I cried... It told me that God still saw me as someone worth loving and having a relationship with, no matter my past or present. I just needed to be open to Him... To be hugged by an angel...or perhaps the Holy Spirit... That is something I genuinely want EVERYONE to feel, because it is the most amazing experience.

Then there's my husband. <3 Ever since I was little, I felt it in my soul that I was supposed to marry someday. But, seeing so much divorce and heartache throughout life, as well as a cycle of self-hatred, can make receiving a lifelong best friend/significant other feel next to impossible. This story can be...the LONGEST one I'll EVER share if I go into every single little detail. I SWEAR, if I could write down EXACTLY EVERYTHING that lead to this miracle I now have with my beloved that God so graciously gave to me, I would probably be able to fill up a novel or more. The important thing to know is...there is absolutely NO WAY I would be living the life I do now, with the man that I love, had he and I not leaned on the Lord the whole way through. GOD made this marriage possible when we believed it to be impossible and, quite frankly, couldn't even begin to comprehend it. @fractiouslemonofficial, my husband, is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. And I love him so dearly. God has literally given me a miracle husband. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[berenwrites]

Whole New Us Ch11 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Whole New Us: Trauma Bonded and Beyond

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Summary: Steve has been ignoring his own problems, he’s been busy. They’ve all been busy, preoccupied with fixing everything that was broken. Vecna has been defeated, but the Upside Down is still there, and the gates are not completely closed even though Hawkins has almost returned to normal. It’s been a couple of months and the aftereffects of Steve’s encounter with the demobats is about to come back to bite him. However, it also brings some unexpected hope.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Rating: Teen (with mature content in later chapters)

Chapter 11.    Friends

The government suits, along with Nancy, had come up with added extras to the cover story for Eddie being innocent to explain how he was alive. It had taken a couple of weeks, but everything had been put in place.

Eddie was still the tragic victim, kidnapped, nearly killed defending one Dustin Henderson, so much so he had been reported dead, only now he had miraculously managed to escape, only to be found wandering miles away and falling into catatonic trauma in a small clinic several towns over. This was where Hopper and Steve had tracked him down after Steve had heard a strange rumour and done some investigating. Bringing him back had helped him snap out of it by reuniting him with his uncle. All very dramatic and daytime soap opera like, but this was Hawkins, so no one would question it.

Steve wasn’t sure he liked the role of hero for the whole thing, but when Nancy had glared at him, he’d gone with it, since it also gave a decent explanation as to why Eddie could be staying with him if anyone found out.

It was all set to be released that lunchtime so that it would be a big feature on the evening news. Hence, just before twelve, Steve left Eddie with the phone to call his friends to give them advance warning. He didn’t know a whole heap about the other members of Corroded Coffin, but he knew they meant a lot to Eddie, letting them find out by media was not an option.

To give Eddie some privacy, Steve was stress baking in the kitchen since it was his day off. He’d asked Eddie if he should stay and Eddie had seemed conflicted, but eventually told him no, so he was doing his best to keep out of the way. It was quite hard to not listen since his hearing was that much sharper now, especially when it came to Eddie. He’d just put in his second batch of chocolate chip cookies when he felt a spike of anxiety come from Eddie’s direction. Without his conscious consent he froze.

“Gar, I’m safe, okay,” Eddie was saying. “I want to see you too, but … look I can’t.”

Steve could literally hear the longing in Eddie’s voice. These guys had been Eddie’s support system for years, and Eddie might have been part of the Upside Down party now, but he had been one of them longer. Steve knew all about losing your whole social group and he made a very quick decision.

Walking to the door he opened it.

“Eddie,” he said, peering round the corner to where Eddie was perching beside the phone, “you can invite them over.”

He made sure his voice would not carry over the phone, but Eddie heard him loud and clear. His boyfriend gave him a look that was all furrowed brows and conflicted tightness. For a second Eddie was clearly undecided, before he raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. Steve nodded back.

“I made cookies,” he added, as if that might be a deciding factor.

Eddie sent back a fond smile for that, although it disappeared in nerves pretty quickly.

“Look, Gar,” Eddie said, “forget what I just said, but you’re going to think I’ve lost it when I tell you where I am.”

“If they need transport, I can pick them up,” Steve added, before disappearing back into the kitchen to allow Eddie to continue his conversation.

~*~

“They know about me,” Eddie said as they waited for Eddie’s friends to arrive.

“You?” Steve asked, because he didn’t quite follow.

“They know I’m gay,” Eddie expanded. “They might … um … us … they might pick up on it. I’ll try, but, sometimes my impulse control is shit around people I trust.”

Steve caught on. Rather than saying anything straight away, he reached out and gently pulled Eddie towards him, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

“If you trust them, I trust them,” he said simply, because that was what it all boiled down to.

“They might be, well, a little hostile at first,” Eddie said, searching his face for something Steve couldn’t quite guess at. “They don’t know you like I do.”

“And they only ever saw King Steve,” he replied, because he could understand that.

Eddie nodded.

“And we’re kind of protective of each other,” Eddie explained.

“That I get,” Steve said, doing his best to reassure his boyfriend. “I was an asshole for much of my school career even if I was nowhere near as big a dick as Billy Hargrove. They have a right to dislike me. But I have cookies, I will win them over.”

Eddie took the hint and grinned at him.

“God, what did I ever do to have such a cute boyfriend who bakes too?” Eddie teased.

“I am not cute,” Steve protested. “I am devilishly handsome.”

“Well yeah, but I’m going with cute, adorable, beautiful…”

He shut Eddie up by kissing him. It was only supposed to be a quick kiss, but it deepened as Eddie threaded fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. The feeling of Eddie washed through him. It was so easy for Steve to lose himself in the moment as their desires and needs curled around each other, mixing into a heady cocktail.

Only the sound of the doorbell snapped them out of it.

“Fuck, you’re intoxicating,” Steve said, blinking back to reality.

Eddie gave him a grin, while pulling his shirt straight.

“Right back at ya, Big Boy,” Eddie said.

“Ok, go let your friends in,” Steve said before he got more ideas. “I’ll be in the kitchen with the radio on, so you guys can have some privacy. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Eddie leaned back in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Thanks,” Eddie said. “I will wait for the cookies to work their magic before introducing you properly.”

Eddie’s eyes flicked back towards the entry way, biting his lip.

“I can let them in for you, if you want,” Steve offered, picking up the fizzle of nerves in the back of his brain from Eddie, as well as the more than obvious body language. “Give you a chance to breathe before disappearing.”

“While that sounds very appealing,” Eddie said, taking a deep breath, “I think I’d rather get this over with. Let’s go with plan A.”

“Whatever you need,” he said, giving his boyfriend a supportive smile.

As Eddie headed towards the front door, Steve headed for the kitchen as he had promised.

“Gar…” he heard after the sound of the door opening, but the sound was cut off abruptly.

“Eddie, fuck, you really are alive you bastard.”

He knew the sound of desperate affection when he heard it and he hurried on his way. He flipped on the radio quickly, just loud enough to cover any sound coming from the other room before setting about preparing things for dinner. Robin was coming over later along with Wayne, and he had no idea if Eddie would want to invite his friends to stay as well, so he was determined to be prepared. He was pretty sure he had his Grandma Lucy’s feeding people instincts. No one had ever left her house hungry.

This house had been a bit like that once too, when he was younger, and it was just him and his mom at home. Now he thought about it, it was after his grandmother had collapsed and died from an aneurism (a timebomb waiting to happen no one could have predicted according to the doctors, he remembered hearing them tell his parents) that his mom had started pulling away. Going on business trips with his dad had suddenly been more important than baking cookies for Christmas or cakes for Easter.

Steve understood something about grief now and his thoughts were something of a revelation. Not that he was interested in dwelling on such deep thoughts when he had Eddie to worry about. Pulling out things from the refrigerator and cupboard he began to sing along quietly to the song playing as he went into prep mode.

He’d put together enough lasagne to feed an army (he could put some of it in the freezer if it wasn’t needed) when he heard the door open behind him. He turned to find Eddie standing in the doorway looking dishevelled as if he’d been playing with his hair, a bit shellshocked, but otherwise happy.

“You okay?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Eddie replied. “I’ve given them the whole story,” he made quotes with his hands as he said it, “and the sorry can’t tell you all the details speech, there might have been some crying, but we’ll all deny it to our dying day. Wanna come meet the guys?”

Steve wiped his hands on the closest cloth and pulled off the apron he was wearing.

“I’d love to,” he replied, even as his heartbeat picked up.

Following Eddie back into the living room, he found himself the focus of attention of Eddie’s three closest friends. He’d faced the Upside Down and honest to God monsters, but this was right up there with that.

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Steve, this is Gareth, Jeff and Frank,” Eddie introduced. “Guys, I’m sure you remember Steve.”

“We do,” Gareth replied.

“But none of us would have guessed The Steve Harrington bakes,” Jeff added.

“Awesome cookies, Man,” Frank finished.

“One of my grandma’s secret recipes,” he said, raising a smile at that. “She taught me to make them when I was eight. After she passed, they became my go-to comfort food.”

“You could create your own empire with them,” Gareth said, returning his smile.

“Nah, Robin would never forgive me,” he replied. “She uses them to bribe her mom into letting her stay over. If you could get them everywhere she’d lose her leverage.”

“Robin Buckley’s mother can be bribed with cookies to let her daughter sleep over at your house?” Jeff asked incredulously.

The cookies were more of a tradition these days than a bribe, but Steve wasn’t about to admit that.

“Yeah, or sometimes I sleep over at her house,” he replied, falling onto the couch beside Eddie. “We trauma bonded during the Starcourt fire. Sleepovers are way cheaper than the phone bills we were racking up.”

“They’re platonic soulmates,” Eddie offered up. “You should see it, it’s adorable.”

“Says the man who hides behind his hair when he’s embarrassed,” Steve countered.

“Well, I didn’t say I wasn’t adorable too,” Eddie replied, batting his eyelashes and deliberately pulling his hair over his face.

Shaking his head and laughing, Steve elbowed his boyfriend in the side, turning back to look at his guests. Jeff and Frank were smiling along too, but Gareth had a worryingly serious expression on his face. Eddie had mentioned that Gareth was his closest friend even though Eddie was significantly older.

“Adorable, yeah, that’s the word that first comes to mind with you, Eddie,” Jeff said, joining in the teasing.

“You break my heart, Sir Knight,” Eddie responded in true dramatic fashion. “I cannot go on.”

“Oh no,” Steve said firmly, “one dramatic death scene is one too many, so have another cookie and deal.”

Eddie giggled at him, but did take the opportunity to grab one of the few remaining cookies on the plate.

“Yeah, definitely one too many,” Gareth agreed, sobering the moment. “Look, Harrington, we owe you our thanks for finding Eddie and bringing him back.”

“It wasn’t just me,” Steve replied, because there was no way he was taking all the credit, no matter if they were talking the cover story or reality. “And I was just in the right place at the right time to figure out the truth.”

“Yeah, but most of this town wouldn’t have bothered,” Jeff joined in. “Eddie told us how you and Henderson helped him after what happened to Chrissy too and that it got you all in trouble.”

Steve saw Jeff’s eyes flick to the pale scar on his throat.

“Dustin’s a good kid and a force of nature,” he said before Jeff could go on. “He deserves all the credit for that, and Eddie nearly died saving Dustin, so they’re the heroes in this.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Eddie muttered by his side. “Okay, enough of the deep shit, I want to know everything I’ve missed.”

And Steve was more than happy to go along with that, even if he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to understand half the conversation that was coming.

Over the next however long it was, time seemed to fly, he learned a lot about Eddie’s dynamic with his friends and found them carefully trying to suss him out along the way. There was none of the hostility Eddie had been afraid of. Apparently returning Eddie to them had overcome that part, but it was clear they still weren’t quite sure how to take him. Steve could accept that, after all, they didn’t really know him, and he didn’t know them.

Gareth was waxing lyrical about an album that had come out while Eddie was missing, by a band Steve had never heard of, when the walkie-talkie sitting on the side table crackled to life.

“Steve,” came over the connection, “are you listening? It’s Dustin. Over.”

“Sorry, guys,” he said, standing up and walking over immediately and picking up the device. “Hey, Bud, everything okay?”

“Is Eddie alright? Over.” Dustin asked.

“Yeah, he’s fine,” Steve replied. “He’s right here. The rest of his band have come to see him. Did you want to talk to him?”

There was definitely something off about Dustin’s tone.

“No, that’s okay,” Dustin replied, “just … um … just needed to check.”

When there was no ‘over’ at the end of that, Steve knew there was definitely something wrong.

“Hey, Dustin,” he said, “did something happen? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” came back. “I just … well … I heard the news on the radio and … and … it kinda brought everything back.”

“Where are you?” Steve asked immediately.

“At home,” Dustin told him.

“Is your mom there?”

“She has her gardening group today,” Dustin replied.

“Okay,” Steve told him, “sit tight, I’m coming to get you. You don’t need to be alone right now, and we can leave your mom a note.”

He was kicking himself for not thinking about it sooner. If he had known Dustin was going to be alone, he would have prepared better. It might only be a fake cover story being released to a disinterested public, but it was likely having an effect on them all.

“Sorry, guys,” he said grabbing his keys, “I’ve got to go. Eds, you know where everything it, just help yourselves. I won’t be long.”

Eddie leapt off the couch and came over, placing his hand on Steve’s arm.

“Need me to get rid of the guys?” Eddie asked quietly.

“No,” Steve said quickly, “you need to catch up. If Dustin wants to talk, I can drive him around a bit, or we can go to my room when I get back. In fact, if you want you can invite the guys to dinner. I’m sure it will help Dustin to talk nerd for a few hours and I made way too much lasagne.”

The way Eddie smiled at him for that made his heart flutter.

“You are such a momma bear,” Eddie said without the slightest hint of malice. “And thanks, now go get your cub.”

Then Eddie leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek in what was clearly a totally unconscious gesture. Eddie’s brain caught up with what he had done a second too late.

“I just did that didn’t I?” he said.

“You did,” Steve replied, glancing over at Eddie’s friends who looked surprised and confused, except for Gareth who looked vindicated. “I’d stay, but Dustin…”

“Go,” Eddie said, ushering him out the door, “I’ll deal with this. They’ll be fine.”

“You’re sure?” Steve checked.

“Shoo,” Eddie said and all but bodily ejected him from the house.

End of Chapter 11

Chapter 12