#just maybe realise that it’s kind of serious???? it’s not like it’s fun to live with and yall know that you stupid professionals

[galaxyedging]

College Max Phillips x f!reader. Friends to enemies to lovers.

WC:2.3k

Max is the ideal roommate until he isn't.

Warnings: Smut. Male and female masturbation. P in V sex. Dub con if you really squint. Overstimulation.

Roommate Agreement

“Max Fucking Phillips!” The roar leaves you as soon as you slam the door.

It echoes through the stylish yet modest off-campus apartment you can afford now that you have a roommate. An apartment that you will sorely miss when you can't afford it because you've murdered your roommate.

“If you're going to summon me like that, at least use my correct full name, Maxwell Fuckington-Phillips.” A head of over gelled hair comes around the corner to narrowly miss being hit by one of your shoes. “The third.”

“Don't! Just don't! Did you tell my date that I have baby fever and I'm just in college to earn my MRS?” Your tone is even and calm despite you wanting to rip Max's head off. He'll get what's coming to him, first you want confirmation.

“I was joking with the guy. You know, like when you told my date I was a STD ridden man whore.” He shrugs sliding onto the sofa.

“I told you that I didn't know she was your date. I know her from one of my classes. Plus, I wasn't joking. I saved her a course of medication and probably months of therapy from the serious regret she would have the next morning.” Your dig didn't even phase Max. 

The endless to and fro of barbs had started about three months after Max moved in. Before that the two of you were practically inseparable. Max had tutored you for a few months. To break up the monotony of studying, you would go grab something to eat and idly chat. For some reason, even though you were very different people, you got on well. When your friend pulled out of renting the apartment the day you needed to sign the lease, Max was the first person you offered it to. He took one look at the place and signed on the spot. The owner was an older lady who was just happy to have someone living above her store. The people who rented that from her commuted from the suburbs, leaving the whole building empty at night. Perfect for a couple of college kids. Until you realised that you couldn't stand each other.

“So what? You're just going to punish me?” You huff at him.

“Hey, if I don't get laid, why should you?” There was an undercurrent of genuine annoyance in his tone.

“What do you mean?”

“I don't know if you know this….but women talk. My dick is blacklisted.” He looked sorry for himself at his admission.

It only takes about two seconds for the laughter you were trying so hard to keep in bursts out. “I'm sorry. It's just funny.”

“I'm glad I've found some way to amuse you rather than you being an uptight bitch to me.” 

“I meant the blacklisted dick part was funny. Not the situation, asshole. So is that why you're ruining my dates? You're jealous that someone else might get some? Fuck you, Max.”

“Maybe that would solve the problem. You caused this dry spell. Maybe you should moisten it.”

Trying hard not to gag at the imagery or the word moisten, all you can think to do is flip him off while you find your words.

“Oh, so you're the other kind of jealous. Not of me, of the guys I might bring home? Do you want me that bad Max?” Your pout at him leaning over in your date night dress so he can see right down the front of it and your lack of a bra.

“Please, if I wanted you. I would have had you months ago.” Max tells your cleavage.

“Yeah, right. My eyes are up here.” Walking deeper into the apartment, you head for your room. “Since my date didn't go well, I'm getting my best toy out. Her name is Jessica. I usually wait until you are out but I guess you'll just have to wear earplugs to bed.”

“You have fun with Jessica, try not to think about me too much.” Max bites at your heels as he catches up and brushes past you down the short corridor to his own bedroom.

Jessica glistens in the low candle light, fully covered in lube and ready to go. Even the scented candles and relaxing oils hadn't loosen you up enough to be able to give Jessica the welcome she deserves. 

‘Fuck. Who does he think he is?’ Trying your best to calm your thoughts you undo your robe and let it fall from your body. Licking your fingertips, you idly trace one of your nipples until it reacts under your touch. The other one gets the same treatment before you take the full breast in each hand and knead them gently. Eventually you feel the pull of your pussy needing your attention. As soon as you reach your folds, you find that Jessica might be up to bat sooner than you thought. Now that you're looser, your pussy is practically dripping. As you slick up your clit and begin to circle it, you tell yourself your arousal has nothing to do with Max. Nothing to do with the thought of him being all pent up and how easily he would come apart underneath you. Nothing to do with the thought of taking his pretty cock in your mouth. And it was pretty. You accidentally walked in on him getting out of the shower and may have dragged your feet, just a little, getting out of there. There is no denying that Max is hot but he is still such an asshole. Fresh anger flares in you as Jessica nestles deep inside you. The first button you tap brings her head to life rotating inside you. The second makes her ears twitch against your clit. Usually you would let the woman work and build you to a steady, satisfying climax. Tonight was different, gripping the base of her, you angle her where you need her and begin to pump her in and out, hard. With your free hand gripping the metal bed frame above your head the whole thing begins to squeak with your movements. There is not one single fuck to be spared for Max as your moans sound out just as loudly. It barely takes any time at all for you to reach the edge. Going over it a litany of curses spill from your lips. Laying there, head thick from your high time seems irrelevant until you need to pee and have to gingerly remove faithful Jessica from being tightly gripped inside your body. After you get the two of you cleaned up, you slip back into bed. Sleep tugs at you until you hear the rhythmic thud of a headboard against a wall.

Max already had a chub on at the sight of you poured into that dress but once he got a good view of the swell of your tits and a peek of your nipples, he was fully hard. He did intend to jerk off quickly, so he could just get to sleep and forget your fight. Then he heard it, the distinct low buzz of a vibrator. Fuck. He thought about your teasing your cunt until you came writhing and twitching on the cheap substitute for his dick. He listened as he raided his bedside drawer for some toys of his own. He filled his sleeve with some lube and pumped his long, thin dildo inside of it ensuring they were both covered. His pillows became makeshift pillowy thighs as he placed his cock sleeve between them in the middle of his bed. His cock twitched with interest as your moans grew louder. His own utterances of fuck and shit as he sheathed he cock were hidden under yours as you came. Max had to take a moment to squeeze his cock so he didn't blow his load there and then. When he felt the need pass he spread his legs to push his own dildo between his asscheeks into his greedy hole. He lays flat to catch his sleeved cock between his body and the bed. While his hips work back and forth he keeps the dildo still so he's either fucking or being fucked with each thrust. He doesn't give a shit if his moans sound pitiful. They are. He's so pent up and this feels so good. The sounds of your enjoyment still free in his ears and the sight of your tits still on his eyelids is the icing on the cake. He pants, moans and whines his way to his peek as he jack rabbits into the mattress. 

“Oh! God!” he moans when his eyes roll back in his head and his balls empty into the toy. 

He's so loud, he doesn't hear the door open or your footsteps on the floor. He only realises you're there when the bed dips next to him. In his blissed out state he doesn't care that he's laying completely naked with a dildo sticking out of his ass. He cares a little more when you nudge it further into him.

Whatever Max says is lost in his pillow. 

“Don't say a fucking thing. Don't spoil it, just shut up.” You make it clear that the last thing you want to hear is his voice. Unless it's whining in pleasure.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He grins stupidly.

“What did I say?!”

“Don't be so grumpy.” He teases. “Are you going to play with my ass or what?”

You answer by pressing the tip right up to his prostate and rolling it up and down over the gland. 

“Fuck. Stop. I can't…” Max pants.

“Oh, poor baby. Are you over-stimulated?” You tease right back working the toy harder.

“Fuck. I'm serious. I…” his annoying complaints are cut off by your lips. 

As Max's lips melt into the kiss, the rest of his body tenses. His head snaps away from yours to bite down on his pillow as he comes again.

“‘uck me!” Is all he can grit out until he releases the thick material. “Fuck. That was…fuck. How did you…? Come on.” Max's earlier bonelessness dissipates as he drags you toward him while turning over and simultaneously removing the toy from his twice spent cock. 

“Come on. Sit on my face. Suffocate me with your cunt until I'm hard again then you can show me how to do that.” Half of that shouted from between your legs.

“Max! I…oh!” You almost squeal as his hot muscle goes straight for your hole. His tongue swirls through your release while he drinks it down like some crazed mythological creature who feeds on bodily fluids. He only pauses to beg you to blow him. Which you oblige to since the sight of his cock getting hard just from eating you out makes you eager to bounce on it. He grows bigger and thicker in your mouth while you do your best to suck in-between moans. Max has moved to sucking on your clit now the sudden intrusion of two thick fingers has you coming on them. 

Max might be a loser in the personality department but he's definitely a winner in refractory period stakes. His cock is rigid again in an impressively short amount of time. Swinging your leg back over his head you shuffle down the bed ready to straddle his hips and eagerly ride his cock.

“I want to be on top.” Max complains.

“Tough.”

His length drags against the heat of your core as he tries to buck you off. “Max!” You half moan, half chide. “No!”

It's Max's turn to moan when you trap his cock between your wet core and his body. He can't help but grind against you a little.

“This is getting us nowhere.” You huff. “Speak for yourself.” Max sighs, gripping your hips to slide you on his length.

“Max! Come on. Guess we could compromise. Doggy?” You supply.

“Fuck, yes.” Max ungraciously bucks you off of him to scramble behind you while you get on all fours.

Just as you get your balance, Max slides home in one fluid motion. For the first time in a long time the two of you seem to be in agreement. Both letting out sighs of contentment. Max starts to thrust and you stay firm to meet every one. It's rough and nasty, and everything you both need. The sounds of skin slapping and fluids gushing fills the room. The two of you moan, grunt and swear like vulgar animals. Sweat covers both of you from the effort of trying to out fuck the other. In the end the two of you climax in perfect sync. Max doesn't ask before finishing inside of you. His cum fills you deeply as he works you both to draw out your highs. 

“Looks like we found something we can agree on.” Max pants sprawling out over the bed.

Shoving past him to go pee you add “Yeah. Plus you are like seventy five percent less annoying during sex.”

“Wow. You keep flattering me like that and I'll think you're sweet on me.” Max called after you.

For a moment in the post coital haze, you think back to when things between you were good. At one point, you really did like Max. He was good company. Smart. Even sweet on occasion. He’s handsome, driven, great in bed. Entering the bathroom and not even stopping to flip on the light or close the door you move on muscle memory while the urge to pee gets stronger. You lower yourself down to the toilet….and almost fall in because the toilet seat is up. “Maxwell Fuckington Phillips…the third!”

[marnorourastar]

HI !! I know I've said it a million times already but I love your art so much you're genuinely so talented 😭, I still feel so lucky you drew smth for me :)) and it gives me more inspiration for my art 🙏🙏 My obsession with adult Orel and Moral Orel came back once I came across you WOOHOOOHDJDJERRN And I was wondering, and I don't know if you already have but, if you would share more of your headcanons about him, his family, the immoral orel au, ANYTHING !!!1! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR HCS !!! I'm very invested... (y también pensé que nunca conocería a alguien que estuviera tan loco por él como yo, así que me siento mejor por eso) We've been blessed with everything you make and I get so happy every time you post :DDD and you're genuinely a very kind person so I hope you have a great rest of your day 🙏🙏❤❤ (and sorry for this long ass paragraph ask HRJHRHRBBR)

OREL HC????? Okay, first I'll say the hc I have (all silly, nothing serious?) and then I get cheesy...uh

Right, first let's start with uhhhh a silly headcanon I have is that when he was younger he wanted to be like Reverend Putty...for his great service to God and all that uh. Then when he grew up he'd want to study to be a doctor...it's a good profession for him (I know I explained this in a post a few months ago), he likes to help people, and he'd definitely give his patients loads of attention without being as negligent as the doctor in Moralton lmao. (I should do a whole post about this as I actually have a lot to say about his career path)

I'm a firm believer that at some point he continued to smoke weed...maybe in his teens?? He'd know it was wrong, but it helped him to zone out, so it was fun, plus he'd definitely hang out with people who smoked too, and Orel is...very easily influenced.

Definitely in school he'd be smart, but also REALLY DISTRACTED...and goofy, I'm pretty sure hardly any girls would be interested in him. (Maybe he also became a bit weird), he's bad at picking up hints and reading people's body language... so everyone would have to be REALLY direct if they wanted to talk to him about anything. (Aahh he'd probably have to move outta Moralton to study for a serious doctor career...then he'd have to adapt to new people...bad boys)

He'd probably only start officially dating Christina when they were both legal...and she had the freedom to leave her house whenever she wanted!!! Happy ending.

CHRISTINA IS SADISTIC-

...I didn't say anything, but if Orel is a masochist and Christina's an 'alternative' version of him then uh, I don't want to think about what would have happened in her chapter...

In his teens he'd really enjoy grunge and soft rock...uhgg I dunno, I just feel it. (Even though he's not that into music)

He's a goofy..nice...overprotective.....VERY overprotective dad, and that'd cause problems with his kids when they hit their teens...stupid (I love him) Orel..aahg, I mean, aahhh I also think he'd do loads of things that embarrass his kids!! But without realising lmao, he'd be like...trying to talk like them? That 'teen language' as he calls it haha.

IN HIS TEENS A LOT HAPPENED - UGH, not just between him and his parents...I mean also with his 'friends', even if he stopped being (just a bit) innocent, loads of people would definitely manipulate him into doing anything.

I don't think Clay and Bloberta ever divorced lmao, feel like they just stayed together and miserable...just like in that pic Orel has in his living room (Plus, I love that pic, it proves Orel doesn't hide his parents, he loves them despite everything and he'd definitely tell his kids to love them...wwgggh)

You know what I'm pretty sure about? Doughy and Orel got into a fight and came to blows in their teens, what caused it? Probably Doughy, in loads of episodes he looked like he was betraying his best mate for attention and affection from an adult...(but ugh, don't judge, it's written so well and we know why he did all that, even though that doesn't mean it was right, yeah, plus...there's no guarantee he changed after that, if we think about it Doughy had NO ONE, to teach him right from wrong), at some point he'd do a 'silly betrayal', to Orel...that'd make him SO ANGRY (cos it's not the first time) that mixed with a strong IMPULSE LMAO, he'd punch him, then he'd punch him back...and well, it'd all end with forgiveness and Doughy learning something.

And that's just a part of what I have cos I wrote a lot lmao...

[heartpascal]

Re: drabbles, my favorite stories are I’ll be brave, so far from it, and all my faith but I don’t have any scenarios off the top of my head 🤨 a drabble à la the crooked kind would be so fun to read!!

but honestly anything and everything you put out, I will read. I eat it up every time.

▹— pre-outbreak!joel miller x platonic!f!reader

▹— summary: drabble from the crooked kind universe! • the time joel realised what your home life is like.

▹— a/n: my first ever drabble pls go easy on me D: (also if you have any situations you’d like written for this universe or others just send in a request!)

▹— warnings: abusive & neglectful family, almost father figure joel, sarah is your best friend, mention of argument with parents

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Perhaps, he thinks now, Joel should have been suspicious of what you and Sarah had been hiding the third time you were sleeping over during the week. After all, most parents had a no-school-nights rule, and you were always quite skittish around him when he asked you questions. You also never responded well to him asking to speak to your parents, insisting that he didn’t.

But in his defence, he didn’t have a no-school-nights rule, so he figured that maybe, your parents didn’t either. It wasn’t a terrible assumption to make, although he’d given up on speaking to your parents pretty easily.

You and Sarah always got up on time for school, and you didn’t cause much trouble. Besides stocking up on some of your preferred snacks, you hadn’t had much of an impact on the Miller household, you actually blended in so well that it was like you were always there.

It was on the now sixth time of you staying at the Miller residence during the week that Joel was really starting to get suspicious. Over the course of the past three weeks, you had spent days and nights at his and Sarah’s, without so much of a word from your parents. Joel knew that he wouldn’t be all too happy if his daughter was out of the house for so long, but what could he do? Hell, even Sarah got defensive over him trying to talk about your parents.

The seventh time, he couldn’t keep quiet.

“Hey, kids?” He called up the stairs, having seen your shoes stored away neatly by the door. It was usually around dinner that Sarah begged for you to be allowed to stay the night, and that time was fast approaching. Joel figured it was best to nip this in the bud.

“What is it, dad?” Sarah yelled back, and Joel rolled his eyes at the attitude she was already showing. He resisted the urge to do that annoying parent thing, where they just didn’t answer your reply after they yelled you first.

“Come on down here, the both of you!” He responded after a moment of hesitation, hearing the vague sound of the two of you sharing hushed whispers. Joel moved on into the living room when he heard the steps coming down the hallway, the two of you finally descending the stairs when he had taken a seat on the sofa.

Sarah looked nervous, though you looked far more so, with trembling hands that you wrapped tightly around the straps of your backpack, already worn on your back. “Dad?” Sarah asked, after he hadn’t spoken for more than a moment of the two girls standing in the room.

Joel sighed, nodding his head to the couch and waiting for you both to sit down before he spoke again. “Listen, I think we need to have a talk.” He began, frowning when Sarah immediately cut him off from saying anything else.

“Dad, are you being serious?” She asked, eyes wide and defensive, and her sudden alarm wasn’t improving your nerves, either, and you were looking more anxious by the second. The last thing you wanted was for Sarah to get into trouble for you. “You’re being unreasonable! She needs to stay over here—”

Joel decided to play at Sarah’s own game, holding a stern look on his face as he cut her off. “Sarah, that’s enough. I ain’t said a word, just yet, calm yourself down.” He told her, not liking the frown she held on her expression. Joel turned his gaze to you, softening his expression when you shrunk under his gaze. “Now you two listen to me, alright? I don’t mind you stayin’ here. Can stay as many nights as you please, but god, kiddo, are your parents really alright with that?”

Sarah moved as if she was going to jump in, save you from speaking, but Joel fixed her with the strict dad-look, and she sat back, looking towards you with an apologetic gaze.

“Yeah, they’re—they don’t mind it, one bit. But I can go back, I don’t mean to be overstayin’ my welcome.” You rambled on, giving Sarah an urgent look as she opened her mouth to oppose your words, causing her to move her glare over to her dad.

“And the reason you have to stay here?” Joel asked after a moment, almost hesitantly. But if there was something more going on, he had to know about it. He was the parent here, and it was his job to look after the people under his roof.

You practically withered under the combination of his look and his question, clutching your bag straps tightly, like you were ready to head off with a moment’s notice.

“It’s nothin’, Mr. Miller, we just like hangin’ over here. Your place is much nicer than mine, right Sarah?” You looked to her pleadingly, and Joel’s suspicion only grew when Sarah nodded painfully quickly, confirming your words.

He didn’t believe you, not for a second, but decided to let the two of you off the hook.

It was the eighth time that Joel knew.

He felt sick to his stomach for not picking up on it before, for not actively trying to find out what was wrong when he knew something wasn’t quite right. For a moment, he also became angry with his own daughter, for not telling him.

The incessant knocking on the door came late that night, and given it was close to 9PM and dark out, Joel wondered who the hell would be coming to his house. It couldn’t have been Tommy — he would never knock, so Joel truly had no idea.

When he opened the door, he certainly didn’t expect to be met with you, backpack slung over your shoulders, your eyes squinting through the rain that was coming down heavy.

“Hi, Mr. Miller.” You greeted, shakily, and he didn’t miss the tremor in your tone as he ushered you inside out of the cold rain. You tried not to look too nervous under his scrutiny, tried to remain brave and nonchalant as he closed the door after you. “I’m really sorry, but could I stay over here tonight?” You asked him then, and Joel could’ve sworn he heard his own heart break at your voice.

“Jesus Christ,” He said, eyes wide as he took you in, soaked to the bone, your eyes shining with something that wasn’t from the weather. “Of course you can, kiddo, c’mon, let’s get you dried off.”

Whilst you took your shoes off, aiming not to traipse wet footsteps all throughout their house, Joel shouted up to Sarah to bring some towels. She didn’t hesitate given the urgency in his tone.

“What happened?” Sarah asked desperately as Joel took the towels from her hands to wrap them around you as you shivered, turning to look at Sarah with a nervous smile.

Joel didn’t miss the way you nervously looked in his direction, and busied himself taking the school bag from your hand and placing it down in the hallway. “Just got into a fight with my parents, ‘s’all.” You said, clearly downplaying whatever had gone on in your household. Joel’s attention was caught, that was for certain, and now he regretted every letting you go back to your own house, especially when you so often looked reluctant to leave.

Sarah looked towards Joel, much like you had, before she turned back to you, where you held the towel around your shoulders tighter. “Was it about you stayin’ over?”

You shook your head. “No, didn’t make my bed this morning.” You told her, not seeing the way Joel’s face fell. He couldn’t imagine telling Sarah off for something so badly that she left home late evening, in the pouring rain, let alone over an unmade bed.

“Kiddo,” Joel sighed, placing a hand against your shoulder, a look of slight anguish on his expression. “The two of you should’ve told me what was really goin’ on. You could’ve stayed as long as you liked.”

You frowned, your eyes still teary as you looked at your best friend’s dad, “Didn’t wanna keep botherin’ you.”

“You’re not a bother,” He said firmly, “Now c’mon, let’s get you into some dry clothes. You eaten?” At the shake of your head, his frown deepened further, but he nodded. “Then we’ll get you some food, alright?”

He let Sarah take you upstairs, off to borrow some spare clothes, and he cooked whilst you changed, just hearing the faint sounds of your quiet conversation with Sarah. He felt bad, not being the greatest cook, but he figured even shitty pre-packaged macaroni cheese would be alright with you. In fact, he often found that when you and Sarah had sleepovers, his supply of mac n’ cheese depleted.

You sat on the couch when Joel brought you a bowl of macaroni cheese, something unsettled in your eyes, but you smiled faintly at him.

“Now, you listen to me, alright? Anythin’ happens, and I mean anything, you can come here. Don’t even need to ask.” He said to you firmly, pretending he didn’t see the wobble to your lip that you hid behind your bowl.

“Thanks, dad.” Sarah said softly, responding for you, because she knew you better than you knew yourself. She sat between you and her dad, leaning her head against your shoulder.

“‘Course. But hey, if you’re gonna be stayin’ more often, you drink coffee in the morning?” Joel asked, bringing some lightness back to the conversation, his chosen topic coaxing a snicker from you as Sarah groaned, sick of her dad’s coffee addiction.

“That stuff’s gonna give you a heart attack, you know.” She said matter-of-factly, raising her eyebrows at her dad.

“Milk and two sugars,” You responded, the tremble in your voice replaced with a tinge of amusement, and Joel laughed with you at the sigh of annoyance Sarah let out.

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[pyreo]

I've never thought about this in the 11 years I've played but I just realised gw2 must look.. pretty zany to outsiders? It didn't even occur to me. I'm really glad it's in a low fantasy setting that allows for pretty much anything and I think it's inkeeping with the focus on player creativity in an MMO to have that kind of range.

Like I know the overall aesthetic can get wacky but because that's so fitting for a multiplayer game... it's never occured to me that anything looks odd.

Like, here's a screenshot of me, someone's bird, and some lovely folks from the last pride march

Like real pride marches, being over the top and loud is the point. We have the tools to do that, even in regular gameplay. I think it's fascinating that nothing about this feels out of place. Magic in this universe does practically anything you want it to. Technology varies from nonexistent to far beyond real life. There's a massive range but everything feels kind of.... justified?

Some people will wear fantasy armour and keep everything on a theme. Some people are going to group transform into giant frogs and some people are going to cosplay as Johnny Bravo. It happens. The game doesn't mind. It doesn't shy away from people being incredibly weird. I remember the devs recalling a decision they had to make about letting players jump on top of a plot-important table where NPCs sat for serious discussions. The decision was they they shouldn't stop people from doing that if they wanted to.

The openness of the setting means these are all things that could exist. People reanimate corpses here for the hell of it. The weapons are magic and can be literally anything. The mounts are all creatures that have been tamed, or vehicles someone could have invented. Even the living plushie mounts are lore-compliant because... magic.

But on top of this, this game has one of the most sincere stories of anything I've ever played? Whether it's to your taste or not, I don't think you could deny how much care goes into it. From terminal conditions to villains having tantrums over childish insecurities to symbolic anticapitalism to racial superiority rallies, it has treated its topics with dead-solid respect. It does not undercut its serious moments - but it allows you the privilege if you'd like.

Maybe it's the balance of being so immersed in that that's stopped me from thinking any of this looks silly. The players can be silly, sure. Maybe there's a kind of game-and-player suspension of disbelief. We tell our story, and you have your freedom, and for the most part they won't intersect (except for the infamous Wynne cutscene).

In the MMO space there's other ways to approach this. You've got ESO which holds back very tightly to its high fantasy setting. That's for people with different tastes who don't want anything aesthetic-breaking in their game, and they have to cut back the player freedom to get it while trying to introduce a steady stream of new armours that can't be too interesting. They have magic, but don't go too far. It also means you get deals begging you to come to the cash shop to buy, like, rags. Fun rags for your character!

Then inbetween those two there's 'your name has to be lore compliant but fuck it, flying convertible'

[rzyraffek]

hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭

ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️

IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!

This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers trying to be decent dad figures

Jason Voorhees

First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???

So basically he didnt expect a child here

When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying

His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no

Dude gets more spooked than a child

After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around

Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him

Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy

100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)

Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans

He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them

Micheal Myers

Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids

He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them

But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way

He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?

But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back

Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n

He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet

Huge fan of stickers btw

After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)

Billy and Stu

Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"

*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*

"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"

They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached

Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad

"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"

Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno

Sinclair brothers

"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"

Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊

Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!

Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun

Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw

None of them know how to cook full meal

Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo

Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)

Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby

Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this

Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat

Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working

All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it

Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)

Tickle fights with Vince

Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win

All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight

[tarothouselattier]

Hi! I wanted to do a light-hearted fun reading, so I present to you the:

What you might enjoy doing for ✨fun✨ PAC

You might know the answer to that already, but if you’re as detached from yourself as I am sometimes *Cap moon shit💅*, then this is for you:

❗️images were taken and are owned by me❗️

If you’re not sure how to choose a pile, what I like to do is observe image, close my eyes and while taking a few deep breaths I repeat the question in my mind and ask spirit to guide me to my pile. After I open my eyes I observe the piles again and one or more usually stands out to me. It just buzzes with energy. I just can’t tear my gaze away. No matter what, I come back to that pile.

If this is not your way of doing things, I asked my spirit guides to help me choose a photo that correlates specifically with you and your energy. Even the text “Pile” I chose for you based on your energy. So, feel free to just choose what you like.

I HOPE I DIDN’T BOAR YOU YET.

If not,

HERE’S YOUR READING, HONEY. I hope you enjoy 😉

PILE 1 🐘

I haven’t drawn cards yet, so can’t say this 100% for sure, but in my mind I saw skis. Water-skis. So, heh, maybe you could try that.

Pile 1, I feel like you have been stuck in a rut. You need to move your body. shake up your whole day, get creative.  it’s like you’ve been committing to only feeling a certain way and not exploring your options.  fun is fun, but if it doesn’t come your way easily the way that you would hope it to, you realise you just need to commit to having fun and this might sound counter-productive: get serious about having fun, get serious about it.

the Way, you are committing yourself to feeling miserable, commit yourself to having fun. Is that take care of yourself, give that nourishing Empress energy to your body and to your soul.

your energy is scattered. You might get excited easily so much so that you just don’t know what to commit yourself to. You need to ground your energy in something that you would really love to do in the moment and then simply do it. And after that you can see if you would like to do the other things that you considered.

Commit to joy, commit to celebrating, to being unserious 😝

Activities:  you could like filming TikTok‘s to silly sounds. It matches your energy perfectly. I heard the sound of “tied together with a pink ribbon”.

you could try a game of charades. You might be good at that.

Hide and seek.

BEACH DAY. Truly. Play with a ball. Water slides and all that good stuff.

Activities you liked as a child.

Have a celebration. HAVE A PARTY.

Very childlike excited energy overall. Take me to the beach with you😎

Pile 2 🌻

you are tired.

You are fighting a battle. But not with outside forces. The battle is within.

Fun is not even something you can focus on right now, as your mind has succumbed to fear. Your judgment is clouded with self-doubt. You are lacking the self-confidence that you naturally need to live a relaxed and lavish life.

You might be fighting battles in your head that a long over in real life. They are weighing you down. You might be ruminating on how you could’ve done things differently.

This can mean that you have forgotten all about your passions and the kind of joy, happiness, and fulfillment that came with doing what you love.

ADVICE

Be your own justice system.

Decide what is true for you and what is not.

Spirit is telling you to dive deep into your emotional world. That is your sanctuary. you cannot see a path for yourself to move forward right now, but you need to clean it. You need to shed all of the things that don’t serve you don’t align with the happiness enjoy you want to actually have in your life and you need to let them go. No matter what, no matter what your logic says, you need to let go of everything that you do not enjoy.

I hope you find your joy and peace within, I truly do, pile 2. Sending you love and strength ❤️❤️🔥



Pile 3 💃

You wanna be that girl😉

my first impressions of this reading you just want to balance the scales of life with yourself. Life lacks YOU. and I feel like you need to socialise to have fun. That’s my first thought also birds might be significant because when I said down to do your reading I saw like a single bird on a wire  and also two figures on the two of cups card looks like they have wings I was like oh my God, maybe you should try flying for fun sometime I don’t know grab a parachute and be like “bye-bye😝”

Listen to the song “I wanna dance with somebody”  because that is the vibe that came to me from your cards.

 it’s like you want to share your life with other people and rejoice. You want to be part of the big picture. You do it for fun. You want to be part of the collective that maybe parties, socialises. you just want to show yourself to this world, but most of all you just want to be a bad bitch. You want to be part of this world and let me tell you you are. You don’t have to sit there in silence all alone, oh my God I just saw the word STAR, and there’s also beauty near it. You’re a star for sure. for fun if you wanna have fun, you need to go out there and show yourself, step into your power and maybe you listen to I don’t know what that song is called Elsa sings it in Frozen 2. OH. It’s literally called “Show yourself”🗿 see this is what I’m talking about you are powerful and you’re fine and you’re sexy and you just need to balance your life, especially like your emotional world, balance it with your real material life. You don’t have to hide and no you are not a meek, little small mouse or whatever that’s just limitations that you put on yourself that aren’t even there. You wish to be fun, exciting, enjoying life and you are. YOU CAN. You just don’t do it. There’s no limitations you just don’t do it. So just do it.(The nike slogan jumped out). Be out there and envision the bad bitch version that you wanna be, what your life is like. Just envision it and then just go out and do that because it’s the most fun you’ll ever have in life. Being yourself is the most fun you’ll ever have in life, and you don’t even have to like be with others in order to do that.

Just love yourself because it’s good for your health and I don’t know if it’s just me and my insatiable habit to sing everything that I say or you are a singer as well. If so than welcome to the club🥵🥵🥰. Go out to the club sing some song, sing karaoke, sing with your beautiful wonderful actually big heart, you’re a star. Damn I would give anything to watch right now I love you bye❤️

[actual-changeling]

i think it's funny that whenever i post something about aziraphale not caring about individual humans—only humanity as a concept—the ONLY counter argument everyone always throws at me is 'he gave his flaming sword away'.

mate.

that was six thousand years ago. LITERALLY fresh out of heaven, to the only two humans in existence, who were the entirety of humanity at that point.

let's look at what he's like in more recent years, yes?

ah yes, telling a person living in an alley that her girlfriend is going to hell with a smile. what a kind person. and the wonderful follow-up which sounds like it is straight out of some conservative, capitalistic asshole's mouth.

and fun fact, someone like that has said THOSE EXACT WORDS to me at some point.

crowley asking the real questions here like always

but hey, that was 1827, maybe he was just having a bad year. or decade. or century.

what about the present day? see, crowley is terrified of gabriel and hates his guts, but do you know what he does? he answers his questions very patiently. he is kind. once he realises gabriel isn't pretending he makes him hot chocolate and tries to help him remember, he empathizes.

aziraphale's patient is non-existent. he yells at him immediately, gets frustrated with the most simple questions, refuses to interact with him and leaves crowley with him after crowley told him "what i NEED is for him to be nowhere near me". how considerate. but hey, maybe he was just having a bad time.

job! he was kind in job, right?

except that he doesn't care about job losing his house, his farmstead, all of his animals being slaughtered and only has a problem with the children dying; which he then tries to rationalize away with his fucking "that's not what god wants" shtick.

meanwhile crowley already has plans to protect the animals AND the children AND job and sitis as best he can.

the flood? perfectly alright to drown everyone, including innocent animals and children! it is god's plan, and what do a few humans mean in god's great big ineffable plan, huh?

then again, he doesn't show much empathy for god's son either when he's being nailed to the cross. french revolution and people being beheaded? oh yes, sure, dreadful—anyway i'm just here for the crepes, the dying humans are just background noise, let's not do anything about that even though it is literally my fucking job as an angel. but noooo. he got peckish and then had lunch. what a fucking hero.

'accidentally' killing a dove because he just had to shove it up his sleeve for a magic act.

someone getting shot and dying? because i was careless? don't care. anyway.

armageddon and all of humanity dying? don't care either until i realise what i personally would lose and then i suddenly give a shit.

centuries upon centuries of aziraphale piling up money and he rather terrorizes poor people than entertain giving them a single dime. crowley has to remind and talk him into it, and as thanks he gets dragged down to hell and tortured.

aziraphale is dripping kindness, isn't he? and all of this doesn't even take into account the ball—human puppet show for his own amusement, this is supervillain shit and you know it—or all the other times he ignored human suffering so he wouldn't be personally inconvenienced.

and ALL OF THAT does not take into account how fucking horribly he treats crowley before time even existed.

aziraphale is not unkind. on a big scale, he cares about humanity, he cares about being nice, being good. he wouldn't intentionally harm someone, but he does not care enough to not be careless—he IS careless, and does NOT care if it kills creatures or humans.

his own personal wants and comfort trump everything else, and that is canon, it is text, it is fact. if you have any canonical examples of aziraphale being genuinely kind simply to be kind, not to be selfishly altruistic, please do add them, i'm serious! if you think i'm wrong, prove me wrong. everything i just listed exists in canon, so please, do the same in return.

giving his sword to adam and eve six thousand years ago does not magically erase everything that came after and it does not give him a free pass to behave however he wants, no matter the cost.

[tinykittendelusion]

Seventeen as Bollywood Characters

a/n: i keep seeing people do this on Instagram and Twitter and i wanted to try it too

tw: a bit of swearing.

Scoups - Ram Prasad Sharma (Main Hoon Na)

Okay so you remember how srk was all older brother in this movie yeah scoups for sure. Also I love the dynamics between Ram and Lakshman (Very scoups and dino also maybe mingyu coded) . Plus i just think he's a shy awkward dork in everyday life but would have this alt cool persona.Also him being an idiot in love? SIGN ME UP!

Jeonghan - Prem Sharma (APKGK)

Prem was a sweetheart in Ajan Prem ki Gazab Kahani. He is so jeonghan coded cause like he wants everyone to be happy duh he's the president of Happy club but he's also mischievous and just ready to bend the rules to make people he cares for happy. Comes off as this cocky idc person but is the biggest softie.

Joshua - Raj Malhotra (DDLJ)

Okay so you remember Srk with the ukele in the mustard fields YEAH THAT'S JOSH. Except he's most probably playing Sunday morning. He's the gentleman (Sometimes) who is a little crazy. Very Raj coded he's fun and flirty and funny but can also be serious if the situation demands it. A big family guy and your family's approval matters a lot. The only difference is that he'd charm your parents in seconds no Jaa simran Jaa for you your parents approved 10 mins after they met him.

Jun - Jai Singh Rathore (Jaane tu ya jaane Na)

Jun is a baby but ykw so is jai. Jai is the pinnacle of the imran Khan romcom universe he's sweet caring funny and wierd oh and also oblivious which also describes jun very well.Hes in love with his bestfriend (LOVE THAT HE CALLS HER MEOW MY CAT!JUN AGENDA IS WINNING)but doesn't realise that until she starts seeing someone else I love the jealousy and confusion .Plus this whole thing plays into my childhood best friends to lovers trope i see jun as.

Hoshi - Rocky Randhawa (Rocky Aur Rani ki Prem Kahani)

This Outfit Ik Hoshi would love it. Okay Hoshi is a himbo he's cute funny and a little bit dumb(lovingly) and that's very Rocky coded. Also I just see him as this doofus in love who will do anything and everything to keep you happy. also I just want him to say "handle with care I'm a fragile". Very emotionally intelligent.He may not know much about current affairs but he does know how to make you smile.

Wonwoo - Rohit Mehra (Koi Mil Gaya)

Okay hear me out on this one.I started thinking about parallels here but all began with that meme Maa mujhe sab dikh Raha hai but Rohit and wonwoo are pretty alike they are kind sensitive but confident people who love and care openly. He may be shy but he'll express his care and affection anyways. Also his jaadu is dino.

Woozi - Arjun Saluja (ZNMD)

They both are hot workaholics. Also just like Arjun learnt to live a little and enjoy life on the Spain trip I feel woozi did that during the Nana tour. They both can come off as the I don't like fun grumpy types but once they get into the mood of relaxing and having fun they become the life of the party. Both have that annoying friend who they hate lovingly (Hoshi and Imraan).

Dokyeom - Rohan Raichand (K3G)

This GIF is very Dk coded. I feel Raichand brothers are very puppy coded but they are puppies like dokyeom and not mingyu (I'm not making sense am i?). He's the younger brother he's hot he's funny and he's a tease. This is Also because I feel dokyeom and Hrithik Roshan just look alike. Also very emotional likes just keeping everyone happy. Boyfriend Material through and through.

Mingyu - Adithya Kashyap (Jab we met)

I know what you guys are thinking that Adithya is this quieter soft character whereas mingyu is a big happy clingy puppy. Ik but I also have a theory so basically we see Adithya being all sad because shit has happened in his life but after geet heals him he's this happy and joyful person which makes me think that it was how he was before he felt let down by everyone and that happy joyful persona he has is like mingyus mingyu is optimistic and kind and caring he also is emotionally intelligent and very aware of what people around him are feeling and that's very Adithya coded.

Minghao - Aman Mathur (Kal ho na ho)

Yes. Minghao has that I'll do anything for Love vibe. While aman may be more outgoing I feel at core that Minghao and Aman are same people. Also Minghao seems like the person who will fall for Naina but then help her call for someone else.Makes people delulu but are very anti delulu duo.

Seungkwan - Baburao Ganpatrao Apte (Hera Pheri)

Honestly at first i considered Meenamma(Chennai Express) or Poo(K3G) for seungkwan but then i remembered Baburao. I'll fight for the BSS X HERA PHERI UNIVERSE. Also I feel they both have the same level of sass. Also the way Baburao and Raju behave ? that's Hoshi and seungkwan right there. Fucking funny both of them.

Vernon - Ranchhodas Chanchal (3 Idiots)

Normally I'd say BSS are all the 3 idiots aka Rancho, Farhan and Raju but I feel Vernon is a lot more like Rancho. He's smart intuitive and loyal to a fault person. Also I feel the whole thought process that Rancho had for learning ? yeah that's Vernon he learns what he enjoys, he's chill he's laid back just like Rancho. Plus i think he'd also wonder whether the nose comes in the middle while kissing.

Dino - Lakshman Sharma (Main hoon Na)

Okay I present you this gif. The minute i saw it my first thought was how dino coded the character is. The character is this younger brother who comes off as this non caring idgaf about anything but having fun but is actually very sad emo at times which I feel is also dino dino does things for the plot but he's a very old soul at heart. Plus I love the dynamics between lakshman and ram aka scoups and dino so heheh ig?

a/n: Desi brainrot is here guys tell me what y'all think

[sleepy-wyvern]

Hi! Just found your blog and i love it

If you're taking requests I'd love some best friends to lovers smut with Eddie

Maybe he figures out you have a crush on him and he feels the same way. Whatever you think is best, i'm sure it would turn out amazing

- @eddiesprincess86

So uh, I went a little crazy and wrote my longest oneshot ever at 5.8k words, I hope you dont mind! I finished this at 3am but I really wanted to get this to you asap and be something you might enjoy! I hope you like! Thanks so much for your kind words as well!!! <;3 @eddiesprincess86

"Friends" | Eddie Munson x female!Reader Smut

First gif, second pic

TW/CW: jealous reader, very brief mention of cheating (not by Eddie or Reader), vaping, marijuana & cigarette references, alcohol, cream pie, slight praise kink?

Pet names: baby, darling, sweetheart (this fic uses y/n)

This fic contains 18+ EXPLICIT material, minors DNI! All characters in this fic are 18+

Friends. We’re friends. The concept of a friend was never meant to be a bad one, so why did it feel like poison in your brain the moment the words thrummed into your ear drums?

That was what you were, after all. 

Friends who spent nearly every day together. Hell, best friends even. 

“What’s the matter, y/n? You have been acting weird and avoiding me.” Eddie’s eyes were large and brown, it was rare to see him with a serious expression so you felt thrown off guard. 

The matter is you were in love. With him. And didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You think back to when you both were little. His hair was short and buzzed, he was covered in dirt and his jeans had bright green grass stains. He’d smile brightly at you, asking if you wanted to play after school. Even then you knew people considered him a freak. But you didn’t care, you had fun with Eddie and that’s what mattered.  

Your mother on the other hand, always kept you neat and tidy, scolding when you’d track any dirt or stain your precious clothes. 

“You were with that Munson boy again weren't you?” She’d scowl while running a bath “that boy's trouble.”

When you got older you figured it had something to do with his parentage, or where he had lived in a trailer park and you a house with the white picket fence. 

But as you grew into a teenager, your parents realised they were better off letting you be friends with who you wanted. You’d just rebel against them anyways if they told you not to. They also figured it’d be better to monitor you both by letting him hang out at your place, so you wouldn’t be “up to no good.” In doing so they realised what a kind person he was, offering to do the dishes, helping your family move houses a few streets down, bringing you Gatorade when you’re sick and watching the house while you went on dreaded family vacations. Eventually the sight of Eddie at your house was normal, expected even. 

One night, he helped you home when you embarrassingly had too much to drink. You didn’t think your parents found out, as the quiet house creaked while he tucked you into bed with a glass of water and escaped through the window. But ever since then your mom warmed up to him a little more. 

“You can tell Eddie we’re having tacos tonight, I know they’re his favourite,” your mom beamed from the kitchen one evening. 

Now things were different. You lived in your own small apartment, he in his. His hair was longer, his body and yours were covered in tattoos. 

Now he was staring at you expecting a reply, eye bags drooping in a tired, charming way. But he still played guitar, he still wore ripped jeans, still snuck away with you to drink and get high, still got mad at you when you were close to having too much to drink. The same yet different. 

Something had to explain or account for a newfound feeling in your chest when he introduced you to the girls at the hideout.

When he got off the stage, his chest was still heavily moving up and down and sweat dripped from his hair and forehead. The sight made you unable to sit still, you pretended to not know why. 

They were his friends, yet the blond girl seemed to bat her eyelashes at Eddie as she sat at the bar. The purple and pink haired girl didn’t need to, her low cut top and skirt with fishnets spoke for her that night. 

Jealousy dissolved to anger which dissolved to sadness. You hated that you started to despise these girls you hadn't even known for more than 5 minutes. For doing a normal thing, shooting their shot with a guy that was single. 

Yet it still stung when he said the words “Hey, this is y/n, my friend.”

For the first time in your friendship you were jealous. 

“Nice to meet you,” you said, not caring to listen to their names. 

Eddie didn’t seem to notice they were flirting with him, yet the jealousy still appeared, taunting you. One of Eddie’s other band members interrupted their quiet small talk, something about equipment needing attention. 

You looked down the bar noticing Gareth sitting there. You moved to sit on the stool next to him, sighing as you lean your arms onto the wooden counter. 

You were the same age and last year celebrated your 21st birthday. Now of legal drinking age, you often shared drinks at Corroded Coffin shows to support Eddie every Tuesday. It became a ritual of sorts, and you grew pretty close that way.

Eddie met him in highschool, at a dnd club. You never really knew him that well until after graduation. Lost sheep, Eddie had called him. You’ve never felt any feelings for Gareth, especially jealousy. Was that what this was for Eddie, a stupid little crush?

You sighed, folding your arms as you tapped your fingers against yourself anxiously. Gareth eyed you out of the corner of his vision curiously. You ordered a rum and coke, something that had a nostalgia about it for you. 

“Good show tonight huh?” He spoke before taking a long sip of his beer. 

The bartender brought you your glass and you drank eagerly, it had more soda than you wanted tonight. 

“Uh huh,” you looked over to Eddie who was talking to the girls, hands in his pockets. 

Gareth followed your eyes as he tapped his finger along the handle of his mug. 

“Who are they?” He asked. 

“Huh?” You turned back to him and he nodded towards where you were looking. 

Embarrassed you looked down at your cup “some girls from out of town. Ones a singer.”

He nodded silently, shifting his position on the stool. What you didn’t see was Eddie looking back at you as you stared down, glancing concerned between you and Gareth. Eddie gave him a look of apprehension to which he shrugged at. 

You take another sip of your drink, enjoying the hot sensation in your stomach. It was so stupid. Eddie’s hooked up with girls before, though you both wanted to know little to nothing about each other's love life it never bothered you before. Now, he wasn’t even sleeping with someone, as far as you knew, but it still bugged you. The thought of him sleeping with them made you want to vomit. 

“You should tell him,” Gareth broke your thoughts, you wondered for a moment if he could read minds.

You were moments away from choking on your drink, thankfully he didn’t notice “tell him what?” Your voice had a small croak to it. 

Gareth sighed, sitting straight up. He wore his old red plaid jacket he had since high school, it had tears and patches sewn over. 

“You know what,” he gave you an irritated look. 

You scowl at him before downing your drink. The ice clinked the bottom of the glass as you placed it down on the counter. 

“I’m not stupid, but Eddie is. He couldn’t notice a crush if it slapped him in the face.” Gareth looked at you sympathetically but you couldn't handle it anymore.

You sigh standing up, grabbing your soft warm jacket. Eddie catches your gaze as you stand, turning to leave the bar. He waves you, you wave back but still head to the door. He hurries up to you, catching you just before you leave. 

“Hey,” he said, “you’re going home already?” His eyes darted between yours, a tinge of sadness coated them. You felt bad but it pained you to be here, of the reactions that you had that you weren’t proud of. 

“Yeah, it’s getting late so I should head home.” You smile at him weakly, he doesn’t return the sentiment, just a look of concern. 

“Are we still on for tomorrow…?” He asked, sounding hopeful with bright doe like eyes.

“Yeah,” it was all you could think of to say, your heart ached.

He let you leave in silence. You zipped up your jacket, bundling against the cold spring night. You take your vape out of your pocket, warming it with cold fingers. You watched the smoke disperse into the air as it evaporated.

Arriving home you change into your pyjamas crawling into bed, wondering how you’ll be able to make it through tomorrow. When did things change? What changed?

The last month you supposed, spending the dark months of the beginning of the year together watching shows like The Last of Us and playing Valorant. You loved him, you always had since you were little. He stuck up for you, and frankly people were scared of him so they stayed off your back. In return you always stuck up for him when people called him a freak or whatnot.

He brought you ice cream when your first love broke your heart. You brought him weed and beer when his girlfriend cheated on him. But your love for him never felt like this before, a bittersweet taste on the back of your tongue.

You’re not sure when your buzzing thoughts turned to sleep but at some point they did, as you woke to the sound of a text message in the morning. It was Gareth. 

“Did you do it yet?” He texted. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied. 

“:(“

“Sorry. Hanging out with Eddie tonight. I'll call you tomorrow.” You lock your phone screen feeling a little guilty. You went about your day to day routine until 7pm rolled around, unsure of what else to do.

You had popcorn, snacks, and beer in the fridge. The tv was ready, if you were to watch something, and your Nintendo switch was ready if that was the choice, or your gaming laptop. 

Your foot was bouncing in anxiety, trying to get some nervous energy out when the doorbell rang in your ears. You get up, rather too quickly, making your way to the door. Opening it you’re greeted with shaggy, wavy dark hair. He held a bottle of wine and your favourite candy. 

“What’s the occasion?” You asked, opening the door wider and stepping back. 

“No occasion,” he admitted stepping inside, “just your favourite.”

Your stomach churned wondering if he could tell you were upset last night and was trying to make up for it. He made no indication he was doing so, strolling into your apartment as usual. He got two wine glasses out knowing exactly where you kept them. He poured the wine into the glasses, swirling the liquid around dramatically. You stood with your arms crossed watching him silently. 

“What did you wanna do tonight?” He asked and honestly you never thought this far ahead. Making it past the door was your biggest anxiety tonight. 

“No idea,”  you rubbed your temples to soothe your racing brain. 

He looks out the window thinking for a moment as he does, “come with me. We’re going for a walk.”

“You just poured wine and took off your shoes.” You can’t help but chuckle a little at his sudden idea. Once Eddie has an idea he’ll drop everything he’s doing to accomplish it. 

“Yeah, well, it’ll be here when we get back,” he clapped his hands together “let’s go go go!”

You blink a few times shaking your head but you oblige. You haul a black hoodie over your head, tugging it down. You slip on your hightops and suddenly you felt like you were in highschool again, heading out with Eddie just for something to do.

Placing your wallet and keys into your pocket you step outside into the cold air, “where are we going?” you turn back to watch him haul on his snow white sneakers.

“For snacks,” he answered, closing the door behind him.

It felt like forever since you walked somewhere just for the hell of it. You put your air pod in one ear, offering him the other that he accepts on one condition.

“Play our blended playlist,” he requested as you opened spotify.

The sky was painted orange, you watched the clouds while you walked as darkness crept around the horizon. You knew the path to the corner store, absentmindedly your legs carried you there. Music played through your ears as you watched him walk besides you, hand in his pockets staring off into the sky. 

You admire his smile lines framing his gorgeous brown eyes, each told a story of his years of happiness that you witnessed. His hair bounced back against the light breeze, he wore his usual leather jacket and jean vest, keeping him warm enough. His silver chain attached to his belt loops bounced against his leg with every step. Occasionally a loose pebble was kicked further ahead, skipping across the cement sidewalk. 

You weren’t sure what to say, if anything. Words caught at the bottom of your throat, until you reached the old little shop. It looked the same as when you were a kid- old dirty white siding, wooden steps leading up to the door that creaked, a gross ashtray you tried your best to avoid looking at lest your appetite escape you.

You stroll into the old building as the bell rings, the white tiles beneath your feet covered in sand. You look over the numerous colourful packages of sweet treats, mouth watering already.

It was so nostalgic, reminding you of the numerous times you stopped by here with Eddie. As kids you stopped by for blue and red slushies in the summer on your bikes, the place always smelled like cheap deep fried food. Once, when you were preteens, you poured your change together and with it bought a package of ice cream sandwiches. You had eaten the entire package together, sitting on the swings until you had to go home from a tummy ache. 

You felt lucky you lived closer to it now, in your new apartment, but refused to go there without him. It felt so weird to be there alone, as if this was a spot just for you both. 

Tonight you opted out from the sticky ice cream or slushies. Instead you went for the bottled soda, craving the sweet fizzy feeling on your tongue. 

“What do you think?” Eddie asks, holding his arms out like a game show host showing off prizes “kitkat, butterfingers, Reece’s…”

You glance over your shoulder at him while picking out the blue soda. Eddie always looked quite out of place, like he should be on stage. Shaggy hair, ripped jeans, demon-esque clothing. Yet it was oddly fitting for the old corner store. Probably a normal occurrence for the shop tender, as he looked rather bored.

“Didn’t you already bring me candy?”

“Yes but as you know, candy is not chocolate,” he retorts and you roll your eyes. 

“They both have sugar. Loads of it.”

“Okay but,” his eyes widened as he looked down at you matter-of-factly “chocolate is an entirely different category.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him “okay, you’re right.”

You grabbed a kitkat, placing it on the counter next to a see through display of scratch tickets. The cashier rang through the items as you shifted your weight from one leg to the next. Why were you so nervous?

You managed to place a $20 down before Eddie could, dumping the change back in your wallet while he scowled at you. He settled for holding the chocolate in his pockets as you strolled out of the store.

“Let’s go to the playground,” he suggested, “all the kids will be gone by now.”

Your eyebrow raised “everyone will be gone because that playground is junky.”

He laughs, “well, more fun for us.”

The old playground was nearby, it still had the same rusted monkey bars and swing set, though the swing seats and chains had been switched out some time ago. It didn’t take you long to get there and he was right, there was no one there.

You sat on the old black swing, hips much wider now, making it a bit more uncomfortable now than as a kid. Your knees pressed together as you kicked at the ground, rocking yourself back and forth making designs in the sand. You twisted the cap off of your soda bottle, bringing the glass mouth piece to your lips. The sweet blue liquid dripped down your throat, fizzing as it entered your stomach.

Eddie sat next to you, hands currently buried in a bag of sour patch kids, offering you the kitkat. You held it in your hands, looking it over. After a few songs played in your ears, he stood in front of you, looking down at you.

“What’s the matter, y/n? You have been acting weird and avoiding me.” Eddie’s expression was serious. Something you didn’t see very often.

You scratched the back of your neck not yet answering so he continued.

“I mean not like physically ignoring me,” he said using nervous hand gestures “just, I don’t know…” he trailed off looking for the right words to say “it’s corny. Like you’re not connecting with me.”

You ran your thumb along the glass bottle while his eyes darted between yours.

“Oh my god,” he said as you looked up at him, eyes caught on the part in his lips. His facial expression softens “you have a crush on Gareth.”

You burst out into a laugh and he raises an eyebrow at you “No, you dingus.”

He looks into your eyes, face melting as a thousand emotions exchange between you as you both realize the truth. You look down at your feet as he sits on the swing next to you.

“Do you remember when we met?” he asked you, looking straight ahead.

“Honestly? No,” you admitted.

He looked over at you then, “me neither,” you shared a hearty chuckle together. 

Looking up at the sky you noticed the stars were slowly starting to appear.

“You were just… always there. But I remember the day I first realised I loved you,” he fumbled with his rings, a little nervous.

Your eyes meet his, urging him on.

“You were wearing a yellow dress with pink butterflies, your hair was in braids. Jason Carver said the town called me a freak-” he smiled as he recounted the memory.

“-and I punched him in the face” you laugh into the darkening sky.

His laugh joined you as he crossed his arms “and he cried, swearing his revenge by telling his mommy.”

“Yup, and I was ‘banned’ from hanging out with you because you were a bad influence,” truth be told Eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly, unless it was a mosquito. You were probably a bad influence on him. 

“That was the day I first started loving you, and I’ve never stopped since then,” his eyes seemed to shine like the stars above his head.

Your heart seemed to pound in your chest, directly in the back of your throat as you looked into his brown eyes.

“I hated myself,” you say suddenly “that I felt jealous over those girls at the bar,” you feel your cheeks running red.

He tilted his head listening intently but his brows furrowed “you are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met,” tingles spread over your cheeks as he continued “you have nothing to be jealous of.”

You look down again, biting at your chapped lip.

He sighed, “Despite what Gareth says about me all of the time, I know they were flirting with me. I rejected them.”

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It was selfish.”

He had a soft chuckle surprising you. “I think it's cute.”

You frown, kicking the sand softly as your cheeks heated.

“So,” he said after a minute, “are you going to admit your undying love for me now?”

“Well,” you recede your hands into your hoodie sleeves, feeling a little vulnerable “that’s a bit of a dramatic way to put it.”

He folded his hands together in confidence “we’ll get there,”

He reaches his hand out to you brushing his thumb along your cheek, “so are we going to do this thing or what?”

You lean to the side until his lips meet yours, a warmth touch beneath the cold sky. The moment he does, you feel unified as sparks jump from you to him and back again. The stubble on his face tickles against your cheek, a sweet sensation you never knew before.

“Wow,” he gasped, “you don’t know how long I’ve waited for that,” his eyes were locked on your lips as he whispered. 

You lean forward connecting your lips again, gently sucking on his bottom lip before pulling away. 

“We’ve got some wine sitting at home waiting for us” his breath against your cheek spread shivers through the rest of your body. 

Instinctively you bring your hands to his cheek, getting lost in his hair “that sounds wonderful.”

The walk back to your house had the same scenery, the same vibe of music in your ear, and you even walked in the same step next to each other. Yet it was completely different. The dark blue sky looked over you both like a blanket, you giggled at jokes he threw at you playfully. Even the music seemed happier now. Before you knew it you arrived home together, taking your boots off as you entered. 

You grabbed your wine glass before flopping onto the couch. The wine was room temperature but frankly you didn’t know enough about wine to know if that was good or bad. To you it was just alcohol, but the kind that made you feel fancy as you sipped from the glass. 

Eddie strolled over as he always did, owning the room, sitting on the other end of the couch, tapping his foot against the floor to some invisible beat. 

You had already flipped on a random Netflix movie that was on your list but despite trying to pay attention you couldn’t. 

Your focus was on the man next to you, arm stretched over the couch behind your back. The same but different. The fuzzy feeling in your stomach made you smile, and you declared it a good different. 

You place your wine glass on the coffee table as you lean into him, snuggling into his chest the way couples did frequently in movies. It was just as good as you thought it would be, if not better. Hearing his heart thumping against your ear, the firmness of his torso, the rise and fall of his chest with every breath… it was all so perfect. So right. You felt almost silly over how much you stressed about everything, merely an hour earlier. 

“Eddie,” you looked up at him and he looked down at you, a curious look with pure happiness. 

Before he could say anything your lips reunited with his, warm and soft. You brushed your tongue along his lower lip, tasting the sweetness of soda and candy. Being this close to him you never noticed exactly how good he smelled to you. Sweet tobacco, crisp evergreen, and undertones that were just so… him. 

As your tongue met his, you wanted to consume him and be consumed by him. His hand moved to your waist while yours met the gruffness of his face. You brought your hands to the back of his head, tangling yourself in his soft locks. 

You felt yourself climbing into his lap, surprised at your own boldness. He was too, as he held your hips steady a wide grin grew on his face while he pressed his lips into yours.

“Woah baby,” the words rolled off of his tongue perfectly “are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” you whisper on his lips “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

The feeling of being on Eddie’s lap was so intoxicating you almost felt dizzy, you were so glad for his strong grip on you. You hold the back of his head, kissing him as deeply as your mouths would allow. The kisses turned sloppier as you continued and heat overtook you, your tongues mingling in and out of your mouth. 

His hands tested the waters by sliding underneath your shirt and up to your waist. He grabbed at your curves, cold metal rings pressing into you in a way that sent hunger through your body. 

You felt your cunt wetten as you lightly grinded against his crotch. Your leggings were a thin enough material that a fold in his jeans hit your clit at precisely the right angle causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth, body jumping a little in surprise. 

“Woah,” he smirked pulling back to gauge your reaction, “I never thought I’d hear you make that noise,”

You noticed goosebumps on his tattooed arms rise as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Sorry,” You mumble a little embarrassed. 

Without warning he picked you up into his arms, holding your ass and thighs tightly as he carried you to your bedroom. 

He laid you on your soft bed sheets, grinning wildly with fire in his eyes “darling that was the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life."

He cupped your face kissing you deeply. Everywhere his hands touched created sparks you’ve never gotten so intensely before. You wanted them everywhere, over your entire body. 

“Touch me,” You whispered, the words almost sounded foreign on your tongue; they were the words you’ve only said to him in dreams. And this was better than any dream you’ve ever had. 

He helped you pull the oversized sweater off, losing sight of him for a moment as the fabric pulled over your head. You smile at him feeling your hair frizz in different directions from the static

You giggle lovingly as he smiles back at you “every noise you make is music to my ears baby,” he brings his mouth down to the rim of your shirt, biting it and pulling it up and over your head.

Your torso shivered as you crossed your arms beneath your breasts, nervous for his reaction as you lay beneath him topless.

He kept his eyes level with yours, “you are so gorgeous,” his lips met yours as his hair brushed against your neck. 

One hand moved to your neck and you melted beneath his fingers as he brushed them over your shoulder and down your arms. Slowly he moved to your waist and you couldn’t help it as you moved your arms to wrap around him. He was wearing too much though, so you tug at his shirt, pulling it up eagerly. 

He straightened up, pulling his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor “is this what you wanted, darling?”

“Yes,” you whispered, entranced in his tattoos. You've been there for every one, but as he stood over you filled with desire somehow they felt different. 

As he closed the gap between you, you traced his chest tattoos with his fingers before he moved to kiss your neck. 

Your legs squirm as he licks the delicate skin. You let out a gasp as he sucks in between kisses, sure to leave a bruise. 

“I like to mark what’s mine,” he whispers into your ear before returning to your mouth. 

He hooks his fingers underneath the fabric of your bra, tugging at it and begging you to let him see you, feel you and touch you. 

You lean forward allowing him to wrap his arm around you “that’s a good girl,” his hand moves to undo the clasp. 

You let the straps fall off your shoulders as a shudder runs through your body. Your breasts bounce as your bra falls onto the bed. 

His eyes widen as he looks down at you, in awe and shock “better than I imagined, somehow,” his lips quivered. 

“You imagined them?” you tease, raising your eyebrows. 

He looks deep into your eyes considering his answer before speaking “once or twice.”

You laugh pulling him in for a kiss. You couldn’t bear to have his lips apart from yours, you were already addicted to his taste and touch. 

He moved his hands over to cup your breast, gently and lovingly. He ran his fingers over your nipples before lowering his head from your mouth to your breasts. You bury your hands and face into his hair, taking in as much as you could while he kisses your chest, licking and soaking you. You let out a mix of gasps and moans as he gently bites at your nipple. 

You bring your hands down to your waist, feeling your hips start to beg for attention. You shimmy out of your leggings pulling them down. 

Eddie was sure to give your thighs the attention they well deserved too, running his hands over them with cold rings, grabbing them lustfully. The crotch of your panties was warm as you start to soak them due to Eddie’s fingertips making their way inward towards your entrance. 

“Eddie,” you whispered soft and sweet, a mixture of a question, a beg and a demand. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel good, if that’s what you want,” his raspy voice offered you, he wanted to hear you say it. 

“Yes” you nodded weakly, he lowered his fingers underneath your panties, removing them from your legs.

“I…” you whisper and he looks up at you, one brow raised in question “I…. Want your cock Eddie, so so bad.”

His body shivers at your words, he was more than willing to give you anything you wanted. 

He moved his fingers to his belt buckle, removing it and letting it fall to the floor. Your toes curled as he removed his jeans and boxers, the sight of his cock made you gasp, you must’ve had a shocked or scared expression because he chuckled amused. 

He lowered himself on top of you, the heat of your bodies mingling together. Your bodies pressed into one another felt like a perfect fit, like you were made for each other. 

He pressed the shaft of his cock against your entrance allowing you to feel the length of him along your wet cunt. You whimpered into his mouth while he moved his hands down to your entrance. 

“Are you ready baby?” He asked, big brown eyes intent to hear your answer. 

You nod, “yes,” you wanted all of him, so badly, and you wanted him now. 

He moved his hand to line himself up with your entrance, first testing you with his fingers. Your back arches as he slides them in easily. He curled them against your walls making you moan in pleasure. 

“Please, please, Eddie, your cock,” you pouted, making him smirk in satisfaction. 

He bent down and kissed you sweetly, “yes baby, you’ll get it,” he let out a small chuckle in disbelief that he finally gets to hear you say those words. 

He ran his fingers over his cock, lubing up to prepare. Lining his tip up with your entrance you hold your breath. You bring your fingers up to clutch onto his back for support as he ever so slowly pushes his tip inside. You take a deep breath and he continues, tight precious pleasure filled you as you let out a small gasp. 

“How’s that?” His voice was unsteady you could tell, taking in the feeling of his cock against your cunt “fuck baby, you’re so slick and tight for me.”

“Good, i'm good, i'm ready,” You fumble over the words, eager to have the rest of him. 

He takes his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as he pushes against you. You let out a deep sigh as you feel his full length deep inside you. 

Eddie grins down at you, brushing your hair back “you’re taking me so well sweetheart.”

And you had, because you dreamt of this for days although you wouldn’t dare admit how badly you wanted him. Needed him, even. 

You shimmy your hips, readjusting yourself “keep going,” you whisper. 

He pulls out, thrusting in a little quicker this time. He repeats the process, faster again as you let out a moan. The bed started to shake and before you knew it he was ramming into your tight little cunt, grunting in exertion and pleasure. 

The feeling of his cock inside you was so divine, you knew nothing else in the world would be able to top it. You never wanted to be apart from him, as you desperately pulled at the muscles on his back, wanting him closer. 

He kissed your forehead and your lips, continuing to thrust at a steady pace. You readjusted your hips and to your surprise his next thrust brushed against that wonderful g-spot and the moan that escaped your lips shocked you. 

“Oh, I’ve found it haven’t I?” He ran his tongue over his teeth slyly. 

He continued to thrust into you, pushing into the spot over and over again “yes, yes Eddie! Harder,” you whimpered. 

He grunted with sweat dripping down his forehead. Slowly but surely the tip of his cock brought you up and over that mountain of pleasure, your orgasm topping over in that sweet high. Your body stiffened letting out a moan louder than the rest and he knew he had you. 

“My princess finished on my cock did she? It feels so good when you finish while I’m inside,” he kissed your neck, enjoying the pleasure on your face caused by him. 

He began to thrust again, faster this time as your body was limp against the bedsheets. Your hands move to his hair, running your fingers through it and pulling it out of his face. 

“Don’t hold back,” you murmur “I want to feel your cum deep inside me,” your own words made you shudder “let our orgasms mix.”

He could barely nod, chasing his orgasm through your clenching walls around him. The sensation was oh so good, so addicting. He never wanted to leave your cunt, you fit so perfectly together as if you were made for one another.

“Baby I’m-“ A delightful moan escapes him, a sound that makes you shiver as you feel him twitch inside you, releasing his seed. 

You lay there together gasping, holding his hair back to help him cool down. He nuzzled his face into your neck lovingly, heart beating hard against you. 

“That was…” he whispered. 

“Amazing,” you finished his sentence for him with a cheeky smile. 

After a minute of resting together you sigh “we should’ve gotten a towel…”

He pulls out slowly as your mixture of hot fluids drips down your thighs. 

He leaves for a moment, returning with a soft cloth to dab against your sensitive entrance. Your body twitches as he pressed the cloth against you, he watched your facial expression with amusement. 

“You act like you didn’t just watch me cum,” you smile. 

“Oh don’t worry darling,” he moves to your lips kissing you before continuing “I’ll watch it over and over till the day we die.”

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Thanks so much for reading if you made it this far I hope you all enjoyed! Leave a comment/heart/reblog if you feel so inclined, I treasure every one and they motivate me <3

My requests are OPEN! Since I have an exam next week turnaround time will be 1-3 days depending on how crazy I go on your prompt haha :)

Hope you have a great day my lovely Reader!

-Wyv

[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 29/9/23

prompt: superhero / word count required (doing something new here): 329

pairing/character(s): steddie

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"Are you reading a Spider-Man comic?" Eddie can't help but practically squeal when he walks into Steve's living room to find him reading a superhero comic of all things.

Steve looks up from the page he's reading, distracted.

"Hm?"

"The comic. Is that Spider-Man?" Eddie asks again. Steve's lips form a small 'o' shape, and he nods a few times, before going back to reading.

"Do you.. like it? I've been trying to get you to read comics for ages!" Eddie comes to sit directly next to Steve as he questions him, and leans his head on Steve's shoulder immediately to read along with him.

"It's alright," Steve says, continuing with a, "Reading is a lot more fun with pictures. Pictures don't move around while I look at them."

Eddie hums this time, and they read quietly together as Spider-Man finds out about a government experiment gone wrong that turns into a monster-villain.

"You know, these comics feel kind of like our lives. I don't know how you and Dustin find them so escapist." Steve comments after a few pages, and Eddie makes a face of confusion.

"What do you mean? Are you saying I have super strength and can climb walls?" Eddie chuckles.

Steve sighs, and Eddie realises he's serious as he closes the comic and turns to look at him.

"Well, you don't have super powers. But El does. Will kind of does. And all of this about.. What, secret governement divisions? And monsters? And villains? This just sounds like the Upside Down to me."

Eddie hums a bit, and then shrugs.

"Maybe it is kind of like our lives. But it's nice to read about other good guys winning the good fights, right?" He retorts, and Steve rolls his eyes fondly.

"I guess."

"I'm gonna tell Dustin you directly compared us to the Avengers." Eddie tries to get a rise out of Steve, but clearly he overestimated the superhero knowledge his boyfriend posesses.

"Who's the Avengers?"

[chainelunaire]

what kind of a ghost they would be

pt. 2 pt. 3

kaeya

the peaceful one. he doesn’t like to bother or to scare you, and afterlife haven’t changed him that much. much prefers to be all by himself, he doesn’t really need any company. he kept his teasing nature tho, so he likes to engage in an argument from time to time. nothing too serious, just to talk to somebody. he appears out of nowhere and has the tendency to leave without saying goodbye. he remembers how he died very well, he also remembers his life, that’s why he is so at peace with himself. he doesn’t need to make any hard choices anymore, he can rest and has nothing to think about anymore. he’s that kind of a ghost when you don’t realise that he is a ghost. you just think he’s your neighbour. when you find out, you’ll never see him again. he visits you from time to time again, when you sleep or when you busy and don’t watch around. he’s the one watching you from his dark corner, smiling a bit while observing you living your life without any worries. and when the time is right, he’ll disappear willingly, eager to see what’s behind closed doors.

venti

the funny one. he’ll throw things around, he’ll appear behind your back while you brush your teeth, but he’s doing this not out of malice. he just likes to prank people, not only you. he’ll cling to your side even outside the house, and you’re literally stuck listening to his ramblings and bad poetry while walking down the street. and you can’t answer him, people would think you’re insane. he knows that and he uses that to his advantage. he misses you at home and will hear about your worries, just as any good neighbour would. he’ll lay near you on a bed so you can talk for hours. he’s the best company, if you want to vent out. sometimes you want to call him your friend, but he always stops you. and just like that, he always silently reminds you, that you know nothing about him. you don’t know, how he died, you don’t know when, you don’t even know who he was. you’re not even sure, that he himself knows that. and even when you ask for more information, he’ll just ignore you with this blank stare and empty smile of his. those are the only times you are slightly scared of him. because you don’t know, what he’ll do to you, if you ever learn.

zhongli

the nostalgic one. he has lived a long life and has a lot of stories to tell you. he rarely leaves the house you both live in, it’s like he’s stuck there. you feel like he’s really old, even for a ghost. he just has this aura. he misses the taste of tea, so he likes to watch you drinking it, while he tells you yet another story from the past. sometimes he bores you to a degree you think somebody murdered him like that, but you know that’s not actually true. he died slowly and painfully, losing himself to erosion. he wants to go and meet his old friends, but his time is yet to come, so he waits. he told you, that he thinks it’s because of how much he sinned when he was alive. he was at war and he lost a lot. and because he lost a lot, he took a lot from others. he was not always merciful. he still lives in a past, maybe that’s why it’s not a time for him to see his future.

childe

the desperate one. does not remember his past at all. is eager to know who he was. it’s actually really dangerous to live with him, he’s very unstable. when he’s in the right mind, he’s sort of a fun company, yet you feel some bitterness in him. and when he’s enraged, things get broken in your home, there are howls and screams from the second floor. you’re scared of going in there, you usually just leave. probably died in a battle. and because of how young he was when he died, he’s itching to live. to become alive, just like you are. he hates being alone and he’s envious of those who have families. he feels like that’s what he always wanted, so he often calls you his family. he’s so mad that he’s dead and can’t talk to people - he loves to talk, you know that well - he becomes really dangerous to those who are around him. he’s terrified of the afterlife, he’s not ready to go yet. his rage becomes more evident with each day. and he doesn’t keep any secrets from you, so once you learn he has killed people in this house before you, you leave. too bad it doesn’t mean he’ll leave you.

[socheckitout-mikey]

If you’re still doing the outsiders, could you maybe do some hcs for Dallas going on his SOs family vacation? You can pick the location idc

ahhh this one was v interesting! i hope you enjoy reading what i came up with. i had sm fun writing this and all the chaos that exudes lmaoo. thanks for requesting! <3 - mae

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Dallas Winston Going on His S/o's Family Vacation Hc's:

° Let’s get one thing straight, Dally has never been on a vacation in his life. So when your parents suggested inviting him along, he thought you were just pulling his leg. No one’s parents had willingly wanted him to attend anything with them.

° “Man, you’re just shittin’ all over me today, aintcha?” Dally half grinned at you, a Coke in his hand as he sat across from you in that diner.

° “Naw I’m bein’ serious! They wantcha to come-,” You grinned at him.

° “Forreal?”

° “Forreal!”

° He’s in awe when he realises that you’re being straight with him. There’s no funny business going on. Practically has a permanent grin from ear to ear, man!

° Whether it’s to another town, city, state or country, he’s stoked!!! Feeling high as a kite on pure adrenaline, because let’s face it, Dally loves a good adventure. He’s not shy about exploring places and uncovering whatever kind of fun the environment has to offer. He’s like a bloodhound, getting into everything that he probably shouldn’t, but that doesn’t deter him! He’s Dallas Winston!

° Dally’s in his element okay? He enjoys the trip, making the most out of it. You remind him to be on his best behaviour, but he’s got that twinkle of mischief in his eyes, “Okay, sweetcheeks,” he grins. Oh boy does he make you regret saying those words!

° He does his best not to do anything in front of your parents that could get him arrested – especially in another country. The “don’t get caught” rule he has with the gang still applies. Yet, Dally’s gonna swipe a few good things from the hotel room.

° “Babe, what do you need a goddamn towel for?!” You snap at him, hands on your hips.

° “Have you ever showered at Bucks? Those towels are like goddamn sandpaper!” He retorts back with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. “Let me live a little here!”

° “They’re gonna charge my parents-,”

° “To hell they will!”

° “Is that shampoo?!”

° “Quit lookin’ through my shit, snoopy!”

° Chaos ensues because it’s Dallas lmaoo!

° He gives the cleaning lady a fright one morning by prancing out of the bathroom butt naked. Y’all heard the screaming from down the hall. You know because Dally’s hardly clutching a towel around his waist as he watches the lady sprint down the hallway, “Next time knock, grandma!” followed by his characteristic hyena laugh.

° He smokes in his room – or at least with the window open. He doesn’t care about hotel policies. He thinks they can kiss his ass for all he cares. You reprimand him a few times about it, but he just sasses back, “I got the window open don’t I?” before pulling you into his lap on the chair he’s sitting in by the window.

° If y’all are somewhere tropical, he gets the worst sunburn of his life. And he thought Oklahoma was bad? Fdsijfhdusjfsdji you’re highkey a big shit and five star his back. Let’s just say he chased you round the pool and threw you in once he caught you.

° Dw he flushes the toilet when you’re showering as further pay back.

° Tries to fight a guy who gave you the bedroom eyes when you were in your swimsuit. Broke his nose and everything! Surprisingly your dad was on his side.

° Speaking of pools. If there is one, you bet your ass Dallas is in it. It’s probably how he acquired his sunburn. He’s also cannonballing into it whenever some rich uppity family’s are lounging round pool side. It’s a masterpiece, I promise!

° I cannot tell you how many times you and Dallas got drunk asf! Ya’ll probs shouldn’t have, but Dallas is a natural at acting not drunk: You on the other hand… not so much.

° Can’t forget how many times Dallas sneaks into your room at night. Whether it’s an elaborate pathway to your door or scaling up the side of a building – both of which almost result in his imminent death. He’s a daredevil and will do it all! He’s soft for you deep down, just wants to spend some time with you when no one else is looking. Just so he can be himself: He’s still an asshole though ndufjdsdjk.

° “Y’know it’s kinda cool you took me along,” He grins against your hairline.

° “Only kinda?” You giggle against his neck.

° “I’m takin’ points off for five starin’ me on day two.”

° “You’re just bitter coz you got roasted before me.”

° “Hey, that toilet over in the other room’s kinda lookin’ like it wants your face in it.” He laughs, only half meaning his threat.

° “Oh, to be swirlied by Dallas Winston!” You gasp, sitting up straight and putting a hand on your heart, “I’m so honoured!”

° “You’re so goddamn dramatic.” He laughs, patting your thigh. “Don’t make me follow through to shut you up.”

° “Is that a promise or threat?” You grin, leaning closer to him.

° “Only one way to find out…” He murmurs against your lips.

° Can't forget the golden moment when Dallas put a tie around your doorknob as a prank, which resulted in your parents grounding you bc of the deeper meaning bcfuiebifcihcbieyfby. That's what you get for trying to stop him stealing that ultrasoft bathrobe from his room.

° Even if it’s somewhere cold, Dallas doesn’t care! He’ll be snowboarding, skiing and doing whatever else! Even instigating snowball fights. You’ll catch him with melting snow dripping from his beautiful hair, slipping down his forehead as he beams brightly. Looks younger too, less hard and rough. That’s your Dallas.

° You guys have a lot of cute moments, especially walking off in your own direction at the end of the day. You guys will go for some cokes at a local restaurant, maybe some food. His eyes are alight, and although he isn't the softest, you can tell he loves you in his own way. It's his actions that shine brighter, but they can be hard to miss. If you don't realise, his kisses will seal the deal!

° If there are horses, cars or bikes involved, he's in his element. Probably being risky too, which makes you freak out ngl! He's fine tho, and a little injury won't deter him either. Though you remind him, it's a vacation, not a date with death!

° By some miracle, Dallas manages to keep the forbidden things he does behind everyone’s back and doesn’t get caught. He comes away with some souvenirs and interesting stories to give to and tell the gang when he returns to Tulsa. Even they note how happy he is – buzzing to be exact!

° Dallas doesn’t just bond with you, but also your family. Maybe everyone else doesn’t like him quite the way that you do, but they see a different side to him that they don’t get to see back home. Like how Dally didn’t pick on your younger sibling as much or opened the doors a little more for your mother. This vacation benefits everyone positively.

° Maybe it even makes Dallas believe that the world isn’t so rotten. That some people actually see the good in him that he believed had died out so long ago. He doesn’t really outright thank you for taking him along, but you see it in those mischievous eyes: Gratitude. If Dallas Winston could love anybody, it’d be you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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So, this is the first part. It's the first time I write something so long, especially in English. It's not my first language so be nice ahah.

TW: swearing cursing bad words. I'm serious, I don't want to be responsible for you, kids, swearing. Also it's kind of sad. So don't read it if you don't like sad things. :(

--------- Roots of your problems : part 1

- Is it painful?

- What? To marry?

He chuckled loudly, yet he silenced himself fastly, as if it helped for her not to get offended by her little stupid question. But she felt so stupid for asking that to him. How could someone who’s never been married tell her how is that to be married? Well, atleast that's what Clef always said. ”I've never been married”. Alto lies a lot. Like, all of her childhood he used to lie, and lie, but somehow she doesn't think that it's one of his lies. How can a man like him lie about being married? He doesn't look like he has a wife or kids at all. And Marzia felt an embarrassment by asking something so stupid from a man who aren't even able to fall in love (at least that's what she thought about him and that's what she said to her)

And she was twelve once. She doesn’t go to school. When your adoptive parent works for a super-top-secret organisation and your sibling starts college to get a job at the same organisation it’s not like you have time or an opportunity to live a normal life. To be honest, it was ok for her to get an education at home. Marzia never liked other people, it was tiring to even be at the same room (it wasn’t the same with Michelle or Alto. Maybe it's because they’re not, exactly, ”people”?). People are gross. They're loud, they're stupid, they're nosy and Marzia didn't like them at all. Some of them were tolerable enough, like Glass. Their visits were long and she got used to him.

- She needs to socialise. You know how is it important for her age…Michelle, you have to…

- I know that. You see, she doesn't want to. She doesn't even pay attention to me, it's like I'm dead to her. I'm so, so fucking tired.

No. No, that's not true, she doesn't see him dead. Why did he say that? Maybe that's because she doesn't notice him sometimes? But that's not on purpose, that's just how her brain works, that's it. Sometimes it's just hard to talk, but he is dear to her. If only she was able to tell, things would be easier.

When she turned eighteen, she realised, that it's hard to find friends in the Foundation. Marzia didn't have even one, but somehow, she ended up in a group of pathologists. That's how she met Clem, who just got out of college straight to the Foundation. She was older, she was fun and she was like a star. Like a sun, but Marzia is nothing but a moon. She's not even a fucking planet, she doesn't deserve any of her warmth, but yet, somehow, she's here for her. So they're friends, for the first time Marzia had a friend who wasn't looking at her like she was a burden.

Oh, how she tried to shapeshift. She had a great example to follow, it was easy to pretend to be someone she wasn't. She tried to wear makeup and bright, extravagant clothes, she was unhinged, she was loud and sometimes it was too much of her in the room and she felt embarrassment when her laugh was just a bit, just a bit off. It’s like she was laughing a little bit longer and louder and somehow, she found herself crying while laughing. Because she couldn’t stop. She was trying, but she was laughing and laughing while tears are rolling down her cheeks.

And Marzia, stupid, little Marzia, Marzia with no friends at the age of eighteen, Marzia with no goals for the future, Marzia, who's life for the next fifty years is gonna be this stupid, concrete base, dusty shelves full of books and articles and paragraphs she'll never be able to understand, she was so lucky to have someone at her side, to have a person, the only person in the whole world who LOVES her and doesn't even wait to be loved back. And she was grateful, and she was trying so much to not be this stupid, little Marzia with her stupid socialising problems.

And they're sitting in front of fireplace. It's almost midnight and Clef and Michelle are already sleeping in their rooms. Clef doesn't like Clementine, neither does Michelle, but still, he allowed them to have a sleepover, and they're talking till the midnight and they're laughing and hushing at each other and Marzia knows that Clef is not sleeping. He's waiting. It's like he felt all this shit that was hiding inside Clem, he knew it. He felt it. But Marzia didn't care at all, he can think what he wants, she liked her. Even if she's evil. Even if they're doomed as a couple, and it won't be the last time it happened to Marzia.

- I want to show you something. Can I...uhh...trust you? Can I?

Clem nodded without saying a word. Her dark brown eyes reflected gold from a fire next to her. She was in flame herself, she was that flame from a fireplace. The only one who understands her. Her only friend. Her lover. And her eyes got wider as something tickled her ear as Marzia tucked hair behind it. Marzia handed her a flower. And Clementine knew about Michelle. She knew everything about her family, everyone did. And her face acquired a grimace of regret. She stood up immediately.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I can't. I don't want to...Shit, why did you do that to me? You know how complicated it's gonna be. I thought you aren't...you can't...warp...- She got silent, pursing her lips. And Marzia knew, she wasn't able to deal with a reality bender. She didn't want to have problems, to be in danger and to have her family and her friends in danger. And more, she didn't love Marzia back. She liked her, yes, but she didn't love her.

- I'm sorry. I'll call a taxi.

And Marzia is looking at her. And a big, painful lump got stuck in her throat.

- Marzia.

- Yes?

She was hoping so much that she'll change her mind.

- I won't discuss it ever again. And I don't want to talk again. Please, leave me alone, ok?

The door closed.

And the first abnormal spot ended, pulling her out of her own memories.

Now Layla is here.

- We got everything we wanted. Let's get out of here.

[ryuichirou]

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A lot of NeigeVil today! Well we always get Neige-related asks when we post him; in-universe and in real life, Neige stans never miss 💪😔💕 I’m glad you enjoyed the sketch!

There are always some Azul and Jamil and some other stuff.

Anonymous asked:

Vils face simultaneously says ‘oh sweet seven he found me.’ And ‘seven above kill me now.’ And I’m living for it

Every time Neige is being friendly with him, Vil has to physically force himself to count to 10… But when Neige’s appearance is this sudden, he immediately gets both of these thoughts stuck in his head lol

Thank you so much!

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Oh fan will go NUTS seeing Neige glomp Vim

Absolutely, magicam will crash because of everyone’s reactions lol

They’ll change their profile pics to this moment.

They’ll be spamming this clip everywhere for weeks.

They’ll write threads overanalyzing every little gesture that occurred during this 2 second long event.

It’s going to be bad lol

Anonymous asked:

NEIGEVIL I LOVE NEIGEVIL ♥️♥️♥️

Same same!! Thank you <3

Anonymous asked:

Ngl that art of Neige hugging Vil from.behind gives me some kind of unintentional (?) stalker Neige vibe and I'm here for it like it seems like he came out of nowhere and ambushed Vil

Maybe I just like the idea of Neige doing a bunch of questionable and problematic things because it's such a contrast

Yeah, I get it! With Neige, everything is innocent at first glance; on this particular sketch he just saw Vil at some event (maybe red carpet?) and got excited because he haven’t seen him for some time. But the moment when Neige notices Vil, he stops thinking about anything else, rushes through the crowd of people who are clearly busy doing their own celebrity thing, and just jumps on him, startling him and all. It’s serious tunnel vision lol And of course once he sees him, he won’t be able to look at anyone else for the entire event. Can’t blame him though…

Still, it’s kind of a mild thing. Neige deserves to do more suspicious and questionable things lol

hipsterteller asked:

okay...either the pineapple pizza ((its like stoner food for me)) made me hallucinate cause...why does Neige look like Pee-wee herman?

The resemblance is accidental – I don’t even know the guy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anonymous asked:

Has Azul everthought of kidnapping Jamil before? The tweels will likely be interested

Oh the tweels would cooperate happily, this sounds like a fun plan, especially if Azul has something interesting in mind for Jamil~ “Gentlemen, we’re going to kidnap Jamil-san”… quite intriguing, isn’t it??

In all seriousness, I don’t think Azul ever thought about it in details, but I also don’t think it’s out of the question for him. If he has a good reason (or just wants it very badly and comes up with an excuse), he definitely won’t hesitate. The idea of Jamil being trapped and unable to run away from his advances sounds wonderful, especially if Azul gives Jamil an ultimatum, i.e. if you cooperate with us, we’ll let you go. That way he could savour Jamil (wink wink) while he haggles with his own pride and considers Azul’s offer.

It won’t go as smoothly as Azul expects though lol

Anonymous asked:

How about Azul being jealous of Jamil being with Ruggie? Like I am sure at least he can take his opponent down easily since he isn't a higher class.

I think Azul doesn’t even realise that Ruggie could be a rival to him and doesn’t really consider him a threat, at least at the very beginning. But if they are put in a situation in which Jamil constantly chooses to partner with Ruggie, it’s definitely going to offend Azul. He knows that Ruggie has his strengths and a decent level of knowledge, since he helped out with the Lounge a couple of times, but he still thinks that he is better than him.

He won’t just jump straight to disposing of Ruggie though; he’ll try to win Jamil over at first. You know, trying to make Jamil see just how much better of a match they are compared to Jamil and Ruggie. But it’s Azul we’re talking about, and he can get quite petty lol

Anonymous asked:

Seeing this post (https://www.tumblr.com/ryuichirou/735069892134551552/just-be-grateful-he-doesnt-have-a-lower-half)

Made me think of a twst x monster high au with malleus x Rochelle Goyle (in gen 1 she has a boyfriend  but  for the sake of the au she doen't)

Don’t know anything about Monster High, but yeah I see, she is a gargoyle girl…

Well, someone might write a fic about it lol

Not us though, since we’re not really into Monster High or het ships.

[lindyloosims]

Luka is beginning to get anxious over this show he's signed up for. I don't see the problem, he's a handsome dude with a great personality that anyone would fall in love with...maybe that's what he's worried about...love?

As soon as Chase enrolled in his physics degree, he and Sienna moved into digs on campus and were met with a surprise by way of their third house mate...Tyson! Being the carefree sexual being that she is, Sienna was seduced by Tyson's sweet talk and his looks...

...and Chase realised that friends with benefits wasn't fun at all when there are multiple friends in the mix, my brother doesn't really like to share...understandable.

Thus began the downward spiral of the attraction between him and Tyson. Chase knows he's into men and women now, he just realises that Tyson isn't the kind of guy he wants.

This guy is though, Toru Kaneko, their fourth and final house mate. Chase likes him a lot and the feeling is thankfully mutual. I don't know what the future holds for my brother...

...right now he's happy with Toru and getting down to some serious studying for his degree, I hope he finds what he's looking for.

Who knows, maybe he already has!

Sienna and Tyson on the other hand, well they have differing views of their night together. Oh dear! I don't care, my twin brother is living his best life!

⏮️Previous/Next⏭️

[thevalencianroyals]

next ->

~transcript~

[Anchor 1 ] She has no work ethic, no passion, no drive.

[Anchor 2] And acts as if she only became queen to live a life of luxury. [Anchor 1 ] Went from a meek to simply ornamental wife, devoid of any real substance.

[Anchor ] You kind of pity this hothouse flower-until you realise that most of her problems could maybe be fixed if she'd just give up this royal lifestyle and return to her old life.

[Anchor 1 ] But she won't. She's too invested, too enamoured of and reliant on the whole enterprise, no matter how displeased she is with it.

[Anchor 3] I mean, what a waste.

A waste for the monarchy...for the country...a waste for her own family...

[Sophie] Turn it off. Please.

Yes, Ma’am.

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[Philip] I didn’t know you were in town. [Adrien] I’m not.

Oh. If you’re not supposed to be in town, where are you headed? Uh, Mayfair. Dinner plans. You? Royal Academy of Music. Have fun. I hear the star pianist is incredible. A friend of Adelaide’s, I think. She is.

Uh, Adrien, can I ask you something? I suppose so. I know you’re close with Sophie. That’s…not a question.

I’m not even sure where she’s run off to this time.  Is she…alright? How would I know? I don’t know. I suppose I thought she would have told you, if there was something to tell.

Doesn’t she tell you everything now? Even if she does, what makes you think I would be at liberty to share it with you? Doesn’t loyalty mean anything? If there’s anyone you ought to be loyal to…

You should value confidentiality. On both sides.

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[Adrien] I’m technically not in town. Don’t tell my wife. [Sophie] Don’t tell mine. Or my children. Especially the children.

Ugh, a shame, really. Andrei looks just like his father. Grace is even more his equal. A subtle reminder that you don’t actually own them.

[pause]

Adrien…I’m going to visit my father. Good for you. You don’t think it’s a bad idea? Not at all. Philip disagrees. What’s new?

He asked about you, you know. Wanted to know if you’re alright.

I can’t tell what’s more hilarious: him taking away my liberties or him asking if I’m alright.

So why do you stay? What? Why don’t you divorce him, darling? *scoffs* What? I’m serious.

It’s…unheard of. The press would burn me at the stake. Unless…a major scandal were to happen. Something irreparable to his character. He’s a saint to the people now.

That can be easily changed.

I don’t want to start a messy tug-of-war in the media.

You don’t have a choice. Ask my uncle. The people need a villain. Because to them…marriages don’t simply end. People don’t grow apart. So it’s either him, or you. But divorce?

It’s what you’ve wanted for a while now. Since before Arabella. There was never a ‘before’ Arabella. If he wasn’t king, you wouldn’t take another second to think about it. [ pause ] If he wasn’t king, we wouldn’t even be married.