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Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

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warnings: {STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS} anxiety, age gap (i do not promote minors dating adults), mentions of alcohol, mentions of divorce, erratic driving, new student in a new school, mentions of smoking, negative comments about reader’s looks, awkwardness, mostly a fluff piece if anything. IM WORKING ON A PART 2 DONT @ ME

a/n i love eddie with my whole heart. hands will be thrown if anything happens to him.

summary Y/N is a new student at Hawkins. She attends Hawkins high school with her cousin, Robin and meets a mysterious man her in her english class.

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Part 2

A chill went down your spine as the cool Hawkins air blew past you. You picked at the chipped black nail polish on your fingers as you waited for your cousin Robin to come outside. Today was the first day of school, your first day as a senior at Hawkins High School. You had moved here over the summer after your parent’s divorce had uprooted your life.

“Is he running late?” Robin asked, throwing her backpack on her back as she met you standing by the driveway. You were waiting for Robin’s co-worker Steve who you had grown to know over the last summer. Especially after all of the events that occurred that summer, him and Robin were your closest friends. “No clue. Think he’s hung over?” you asked your cousin. “Wouldn’t doubt it.” she scoffed, bending down to tie the lace on her converse. As on cue, you heard the BMW take a sharp turn on to your street. “Finally!” Robin yells, throwing her hands in the air. “About time,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

You opened the passenger door as Robin slid in the back. “The hell were you Harrington?” you asked Steve. He sighed, running a hand through his infamous hair. “Traffic this morning,” he yawned, looking at the time. Almost without warning, he hit the gas making a B-line for the school. Robin then hit the seat behind you with a thud. “Could have given me a warning?” she yelled, adjusting herself in the back. “Was there traffic or did you just forget?” you asked Steve, adjusting your backpack on your lap. “Traffic. I could never forget your pretty face,” Steve said, adjusting his hands on the wheel.

Steve was a flirty person. He had a flirty personality. He had a way with people. In all, he was charming. The hair, the personality, the looks. Steve was a gorgeous man. You knew he had a crush on you, it was very obvious. Maybe this started because you somewhat resemble Robin. Or the countless times you saved his life (and the countless times he saved yours). But deep down you didn’t have the same feelings as he did. You loved Steve, but just not in that way. Maybe some part of you did, but you felt like it would go nowhere. He was too obsessed with his next date, or the next time he’ll get some head. Gawking over the women who would come into the movie store. Witnessing all of that first hand was enough to feel like he’d never change.

Steve halted the car at the school, jerking Robin once again. “Watch the pedal, jesus.” she complained, fixing her hair in the rear view mirror. You began to exit the car when Steve grabbed your hand.

“Hey,” he said, his longing eyes staring up at you. “We still hanging after school?” he asked. “I dunno, ask Robin. You wanna hang after school?” you asked Robin. “Maybe. Depends,” she said. You could see the disappointment in Steve’s eyes. “Be here at 3!” you yelled to Steve, following Robin into your new school. You waved back at Steve and flashed him a smile. He gave you a tight lipped smile back, sighing once again.

“Always the chauffeur,” he muttered, putting his car into reverse and leaving the parking lot.

First days were always intimidating. At your old school, you knew everyone there pretty much since Kindergarten. This was a whole new ground. You stuck by Robin’s side as much as you could, trying to spot out a few potentially friendly faces. The bell rang for first hour and you reluctantly had to leave Robin and make your way to your first class. English.

The room was small and smelt of cigarette smoke. The teacher was an older woman with a bitter face. You sat at a desk the farthest in the back, trying not to draw attention to yourself. You traced the stick n poke Robin had given you a few weeks ago on your thumb as you tried to get a feel for the room. The tiny diamond printed on your thumb gave your anxiety a place to focus. You practiced in your head how you would say ‘here’ when the teacher called your name and was thinking it over and over in your head when someone slid into the desk next to yours. You glanced over briefly, staring back at the chalkboard when you saw the fluffy brown hair next to you. The feeling of eyes beat on the side of your head like an open wound.

The teacher made her way down the list, calling on each student. When she got to your name, everyone in the room turned to look at you. “Miss Buckley, I presume you know Robin?” she asked, staring at you from above your glasses. “Y-yes ma’am,” you stuttered, cursing to yourself. You heard the mutters of kids around the room, and you tried to keep your focus on the teacher, analyzing the stickers on the back of her clipboard.

“I didn’t know Robin had a sister,” “You dweeb, it’s probably her cousin.” “She’s kind of hot bro,” “Nah, she got that weird dark look going on.”

Your head began to spin as the teacher put an end to the lowered voices. “Welcome to the school,” she said in a monotone voice, moving on to the next students in the alphabet.

You kept your head down, staring at the empty notebook in front of you trying to re gain your emotions.

“Munson,” you heard the teacher sigh, expressing her dislike for the student.

“Pleasure to be back Mrs. K,” the boy next to you said, kicking his feet up on the desk. “Feet down, pay attention. I don’t want to have to be saying this again next year.” she scoffed, moving down the list once again.

“Kind of an ass, huh?” you heard the boy next to you whisper to you. Shocked, you turned to face him. He looked older than the other students, but not by much. His wild hair framed his face in a flattering way. You noticed the rings on his fingers and then the tattoos on his forearm. He smelt of heavy cologne with a scent of pine, masking the stench of cigarettes from his clothes. You met his brown eyes with yours and felt a spark in your stomach. You gave him a slight smile and a small puff of air from your nose, recognizing what he said.

“Wheeler,” said the teacher. Your head snapped to look around the classroom, finding Nancy in the front row. She had been apart of your summer… adventures. Thank god, someone you knew. A friendly face.

When lunch rolled around, you rushed to the lunch room in hopes to find Robin. She sat at a table with the other band kids and an empty seat next to her. “Ah, finally! Guys, this is my cousin Y/N,” she announced, introducing you to the table. Many just ignored it and continued eating your lunch. “This is Vickie,” Robin said to you, motioning to the girl to your right. Your eyes widened in understandment, Robin had not been able to shut up about her for the past few weeks. “Hi,” you shyly said, giving her a smile. “Nice to meet you,”

You told Robin about your first half of the day. How some mysterious man with tattoos spoke to you this morning, how an art example resembled Steve in your art class, how you could have sworn this other kid in your third hour looked like someone from your old school. You were about to tell her how in the lunchline three people cut you off when the lunchroom went silent.

Everyone’s eyes were on a certain table. You recognized Dustin and Mike sitting there, looking shocked and somewhat embarrassed. You recognized the guy now standing on his table, making a scene.

“As long as your into band…”

Robin’s head shot up, scoffing.

“...or, science,”

“That’s the kid from first hour,” you whispered to her, nudging her arm.

“Or parties,”

“Him?” Robin asked, confused. “Who is he?” you asked.

“Or a GAME where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”

“That,” Robin began to say “Is Eddie Munson.”

“Yeah, and he’s been here longer than we have, and will probably be here for a while,” Vickie laughed, mushing her mashed potatoes around with her fork.

“You want something freak?” you heard a jock say, pushing in his chair angrily. Eddie threw his hands up to his forehead making horns, and sticking his tongue out at the jock in a disturbing fashion.

You watched in awe as he moved back down his table, jumping off and startling a passing group of girls.

“Eddie Munson?” you asked, confirming the man to Robin. “Weird if you ask me. And that’s coming from me,”

You sat on the curb with Robin in the groggy air. She checked her watch. 3:12.

“I can’t believe he’s late again!” Robin complained, but your mind was elsewhere. About thirty seconds ago, the doors flung open and the screams of Eddie erupted from them with his friends. You once again saw Dustin with him with a few other kids. They made their way to a van, and all piled in. The second Eddie jumped into the drivers seat, loud music burst from the thing obnoxiously. He ran a hand through his hair, reminding you of Steve this morning. Robin noticed your puppy dog look, watching Eddie pull out of his parking spot and speed out of the parking lot.

“...Y/N!” Robin yelled, finally catching your attention. She looked you up and down with a suspicious look on her face. “Whatcha lookin at?” she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Uhh,” you began to say, searching for an excuse. Again, perfect timing, Steve whipped into the parking lot.

“I’m sorry I’m late, this old lady wouldn’t leave the store and-” “Chill Steve,” you said, opening the passenger door once again. “How was it?” he asked, not leaving the parking lot. He was looking for an honest answer for you. This poor man.

“She’s got the hots for Munson,” Robin piped up from the back. “Munson?” Steve asked, with a half-disgusted half-disappointed face. “Shut up Robin, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” you scrambled to say. You figured liking this guy seemed like social suicide.

“Munson though? Y/N, you could do much better,” Steve suggestively said, but you ignored it. “I gotta pick up Max soon, I told her I would teach her some more driving tonight. Sorry to squash our plans, ladies.” Steve said, taking the exit towards the trailer park. “We’ll live Steve.” Robin laughed. “Can we come though? You know who lives next to Max?” Robin taunted. “Who?” you asked eagerly, making Steve laugh. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” she chuckled, an evil smile grew on her face.

Steve pulled into the eerie trailer park. The fog had seemed to grow thicker and thicker the closer you got. You could see Max’s red hair sitting on her porch. Steve halted the car on the gravel, making a scratching sound on the wheels. “Ready kid?” he asked, leaving the door open for her. “Mind if we stay for a bit Max?” Robin asked, leaning against the railing of her porch.

“Mom’s not home, go for it.” she shrugged, buckling in her seatbelt. “Good luck!” you waved to her as she slowly made her way out of the park. Halfway down the road, you could already hear Steve yelling.

“So,” you asked Robin. “What’s the surprise?”

“Just wait and see,” she laughed again, watching the highway. “You said that last time…” you muttered, fidgeting with your fingers. You felt Robin move from besides you when you heard a loud car start approaching. Your heart dropped when you saw the familiar van pull next to the trailer next to Max’s.

“You bitch,” you hissed through your teeth, slapping Robin on the arm. She laughed at you, relishing in your stress.

“Dusty!” Robin yelled, getting the attention of the boy hopping out of Eddie’s van. “Hey Robin, hey Y/N. Whatcha doing here?” he asked, walking over to the two of you. “Steve took Max driving, I just figured we could chill out here until they got back.” she said proudly.

“Dustin!” you heard Eddie yell from his doorway. “Let’s go!”

Dustin looked back at Eddie then back at the two of you. “You wanna join? Lucas isn’t here so we could use an extra player, I’m sure we can make some more room.” he offered. “Thank you but I think we’re-” you began to say “Sure!” Robin yelled, overriding you and heading straight into the trailer. Standing there mortified, you followed Dustin waving you in.

“Eddie! I got us some new players,” Dustin yelled, presumably into his bedroom. “Yeah but is he as good as Sinclair?” he yelled. You could hear rummaging coming from the room. “He? She. Well, more like she’s,” Dustin said. The rummaging stopped and Eddie poked his head out of the door. He looked at you, then Robin, then back at you. “No.” he said, moving back into his room. “What do you mean no?” Dustin yelled back, following Eddie into his room.

You and Robin stood there awkwardly. “You asshole,” you muttered under your breathe. The rejection to play a game you weren’t even sure of by Eddie was borderline heartbreaking. Arguing erupted from the bedroom and Robin went to investigate.

“No dude, absolutely not.” “Your being ridiculous, you said we needed more players.” “Not chicks. They don’t know what there doing.” “Me and Mike know ‘em. There cool, trust me. Can’t they team up with us?” “Team up- Henderson. Get your head out of your ass,” “But didn’t you say-” “You shut your mouth right there, do NOT say what I think your about to say.”

Dustin came into the view of the open door with his hands open. “Perfect chance, dude. Just saying,” he shrugged. You heard a growl come from Eddie as Dustin left the room.

“Sorry guys, he’s not budging. It’s stupid, maybe if you want we can play with just Mike later-” Dustin went on, but was interrupted by Eddie bursting out of his bedroom.

“We’d love to have you!” he yelled, somewhat sarcastically. “Really?” you, Dustin, and Robin all said in synch. “Oh yeah. Henderson’s right, we need more players.” he said with a whole demeanor change. “Get out the table Dust, I’ll go get Wheeler.” he announced, pulling a bottle of soda out of the fridge along with a 12-pack.

“Funny. Do you even know where Mike lives?” Dustin asked, getting the box out from Eddie’s closet. “Uh, I know the general area,” he shrugged.

“Let Y/N go with you, she’s over there all the time!” Robin said perkily. You shot her a death glare. “Yeah, uh, sure.” Eddie responded nonchilantly, grabbing his keys from the counter. You swore at Robin under your breathe, not noticing Eddie left.

“You coming?” he asked, swinging his head back into the door for a moment. You gave Robin one last dirty look and followed him into his van.

The floor was covered with crushed up beer cans and candy wrappers. The second he turned on the car, the cassette began to play and made you jump at the volume.

“Sorry,” he muttered, turning the volume down. You sat in silence as he exited the trailer park. His quality of driving had seemed to improve from what you saw of him leaving the parking lot. A lot more calm. You were staring at the trees, trying to focus on that and not your pounding heart.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” Eddie asked, finally breaking the silence. “Um, sometimes.” you awkwardly responded. More awkward silence.

You glanced over at him, his eyes were glued to the road.

“How do you like Hawkins-”

“So you like Metallica-” referring to the song quietly playing

The two of you had began to start a conversation. You both awkwardly laughed, offering for each other to go first.

“Okay okay, how do you like Hawkins?” Eddie asked, caving into your insistence. “It’s okay. Many nice people,” you said, laughing to yourself internally. You started Hawkins with defeating a huge spider demon just a few months ago, to now plainly sitting in school.

“Everyone treating you alright at school?” he asked. You began to get the vibes of a protective father figure from him, something you craved ever since your parent’s messy divorce. “I mean your legitimately the only person who spoke to me today other than my cousin,” you said quietly. “Really?” Eddie asked, looking at you when you came to a stop sigh. “Left,” you replied.

“You seem like- super cool.” he said also quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. You blushed and looked down at your shoes. He came to another stop, and noticed the clanking of cans in his car. “I-I would have cleaned if I knew someone would be in here,” he stuttered. You felt the same spark ignite again, knowing he was just driving around Dustin. “No, it’s okay. You should see my room,” you laughed, not realizing how suggestive that sounded.

More silence.

“I like your tat,” he said. “My tat?” you asked. “On your finger. I saw it this morning.” “Oh, the stick n poke,” you smiled, tracing the small diamond again. “I like yours,” you blushed, staring at the one on his arm. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him driving with one hand straight out on the wheel, his veins present with his tattoos.

“Ah, yeah, I got the bats when I was 16.” he said, smirking to himself. “Got this when I was 17,” you said, following up to his comment. “Your, how old…?” he asked, hesitantly. He didn’t want to come off as creepy. “18 in a few weeks,” He let out a sigh. “Nice,”

“I’m 19. You heard Mrs. K’s comment this morning, didn’t you?” “She sounds like an ass anyways,” you scoffed, referencing his comment from this morning.

You entered Mike’s neighborhood and he started to slow down, searching for houses. “A little more down, the brick split white one on the left,” you said, pointing to the house. Eddie pulled up into the driveway and honked his horn loudly.

“Wheeler!” he yelled from the open window. “Coming!” Mike yelled, making his way to the van.

“Oh, before I forget-” he said, turning to you. “You wanna be my partner tonight?”

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PART 2

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kltira · 11 months

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Hello! I do hope your having a fantastic day/night!

And may i say i do love your blogs style!

I do hope you dont mind if i drop a request in?

May i get Mukuro (Danganronpa, ) And Kaede ( Danganronpa ) with an S/O that carries their cat around to prevent their common panic attacks and anxiety attacks? Yet they do often get made fun of because of the cat since people think its childish-

I do hope its not too much to ask- i know its a little hard but i believe in you!

And i hope you dont mind that i am 🎀 anon!

-Signed with love by - @regular-ol-anon

Good luck and please take your time!

┊₊˚{☁️} “Comfort Kitty” ₊˚꒦｡

꒦꒷︶꒷ ꔫ Requested by...꒱꒱ @Anon 🎀 ( #cutiekittysender : Anon🎀)

ꔫ Fandom꒱꒱ Danganronpa

ꔫ Genre ꒱꒱ Fluff {100% sfw}

ꔫ Type and pairing꒱꒱ Imagines (x reader) ꔫ Featuring꒱꒱ Mukuro, Kaede, Hiyoko, Fuyuhiko, Nagito, Kokichi

ꔫ Pronouns꒱꒱ They/Them, GN reader

ꔫ Content Warning(s)꒱꒱Panic attacks, light angst, bullying, swearing, Danganronpa spoilers, minor yandere themes

ꔫ Summary꒱꒱ You carry your cat around everywhere! Including Hopes Peak. You have severe anxiety and when your significant other can't be with you 24/7, you need a companion so you're not living with constant panic attacks. Though...Some kids start making fun of you and calling you childish for having your emotional support animal with you. How will your significant other react to you crying at home because of the bullying?

ꔫ Author note(s)꒱꒱ IM CRYING- I SPENT 4 HOURS (IM SLOW AND GET DISTRACTED EASILY) WRITING THIS OR SOMETHING AND THAN I CTRL Z BY ACCIDENT AND IT WENT POOF, SO I NOW HAVE TO WRITE IT AGAIN. SORRY, THIS TOOK LIKE 500 YEARS AAAAA. Anyway, enjoy! Hope you're okay that I added more characters!!

She was a bit different about getting a cat at first because of her job and sister and was afraid something bad could happen to it, but that wasn't quite the case. Though, she would do anything to make you happy, so she was content with getting a cat in the end of things.

Plus with her originally being an orphan anyway, adopting was something she always had her hopes on doing; a pet is a great way to stop!

She knew about your constant anxiety and did her best to help, but sadly with her job she couldn't be there 24/7, so she's glad you have someone to help you when she can't be there. It truly puts her worry at ease.

She grew to love the cat too, and was happy you were confident enough to bring it everywhere with you.

Though when she saw you run home crying with your kitten from school...She knew something was up and anyone who hurt you like this was going on her hitlist....But first she had to go and check on you!

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You emitted sobs from your room. Your cat nudged against you, looking up at you; trying to comfort you. Normally this would help, but the issue was being laughed at for having the kitten. Since you ran home early because of the incident, your shared dorm with your girlfriend was just you and your cat since Hopes Peek was still in session. So who could this be? You slowly got up and sniffled. You tried to look sort of presentable, even though you were still very much upset. Opening the door, you looked up; it was Mukuro! Mukuro always had a very neutral expression, even when you started dating; but you could always tell her true expressions, anyway. She seemed worried, and you could figure out why. "(Y/N)? What happened...? Did you get hurt?" She questioned walking into the dorm room and lightly shutting the door behind her. Mukuro seemed extremally calm, she always did after all she deals with stressful situations being a soldier and all. Though, this calmness didn't mean she wasn't worried, she was always worried and caring about you. You busted out in tears again, jumping up and wrapping your hands around the other as you continued to cry into your girlfriends shoulder. Mukuro was a bit stunned at your sudden movement, but she hugged you back scooching over onto the ground just holding you in her arms for a minute. Your cat purrs and walks over to both of you, rubbing their face on both of you. "You don't have to tell me if you don-" Mukuro was cut off by you looking up at her and beginning to explain how you were getting bullied today and mocked for bringing your cat to school with you. "I'm so weak! I don't deserve to be an ultimate!!!" you mumbled into your lovers chest at the end of your explanation. Mukuro could only rub your back and leave a kiss on your head. "You're not weak my love, far from it. You don't deserve any of the words they dare say to you. I'll take care of them, don't worry." She said that last part more quieter than the rest. You sniffled and wiped away some tears and gave Mukuro a sweet smile, you honestly felt a lot better hearing her soothing voice ring throughout your ears. Your cat came up to you with a small meow while you petted the feline. "Thank you...I love you" you said to both your cat and your girlfriend.

The next day at Hopes Peak when you brought your cat, you were expecting the bullying to continue...Instead the kids that were making fun of you aren't anywhere to be seen. Just your girlfriend walking over to you and kissing you on the cheek as she walks you and your cat to all your classes. In reality, those kids were definitely checked off on Mukuro's hitlist.

You and Kaede both agreed to getting a cat, as it fits both your cozy lifestyles

Your panic attacks always worried her, though Kaede was amazing when it came to helping you through them; she used to have performance anxiety so she gets the feeling.

Super happy you found another great coping mechanism to use when you get all stressed out.

Since you both went to different schools, bringing your cat for comfort really helps you get through the day

Though because of that the bullying started and today you just couldn't take it anymore

So here you were on the bathroom floor next to your cat that was trying to comfort you, crying your eyes out

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Kaede bent down to your level, frowning. She knew about the bullying and always tried her best to cheer you up, and most of the time it worked. This time, you seemed to be too stuck in your own head. Kaede didn't know what to do but hug you and put her hands through your hair in the hope of soothing the tears pouring out of your eyes. "I just wish I didn't have anxiety..." you mumbled in between sobs, your cat just lying on your lap, also not knowing what to do. Kaede was speechless, her mind fumbling over how to respond, but she responded in the only way she knew how: through music and song.

Kaede slowly got up from the ground your eyes tracing her movement as she went over to the other room where the piano was. You rubbed your eye and sniffled, curious on what she was about to do. Your girlfriend started playing the piano, it was your favorite song! Your cat perked up and started to trail around Kaede's feat as she started playing. You smiled getting up and wiping dried up tears, her playing always made you happy and this time...It made you confident and cared about. "Thank you Kaede." you whispered just enough for her to hear once she finished her song. She nodded in approval before giving you a peck on the cheek.

The next day at school the bullying continued, but you were no longer letting it get to you. You were confident bringing your cat with you and simply ignored those who were bothering you. You always remembered Kaede's piano playing when you were anxious about having your cat with you all the time and it truly just made you feel better. Thus, because of your ultimate pianist girlfriend; you feel much better about having your support kitty!

It was actually Hiyoko who wanted the cat in the first place since she never got to have an animal growing up

Of course you agreed, as cats are just the cutest and it would make a great addition to the family.

You always kept your anxiety pretty well hidden since that's just how you were, but you did notice when the cat was around it always helped your mind to be put at ease.

So you started carrying the little guy everywhere with you

Hiyoko didn't mind, she actually secretly thought it was so cute and was happy you both got along

You were only teased at school when Hiyoko wasn't around, since even the bullies feared to be bullied by her wrath

You never said anything as you felt it wasn't a big deal and didn't want to trouble your girlfriend

Though sometimes it was alot to handle and it stressed you out to the point you just broke down at school one day in the bathroom

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Hiyoko waddled after you; she knew something was wrong, and she was absolutely right. "Huh? Y/N? What's wrong!?" She panicked as she hugged you close. Nobody but you would ever see this caring side to her, but she also didn't care if people saw it. Her focus was on you and only you. You sniffled and explained the mean things people had said to you and that it was just too much. She was surprised anyone would dare talk to you that way; you were perfect and the only person who understood her. She had a pouty face on; she was definitely not mad at you but rather at them.

"How dare those pig-faced bitches say anything mean to you? They're such losers, and how is it that they go this low? Hmph." She pouted, crossing her arms, and you giggled. The insults you thought were very creative and cute made you feel a bit better. Hiyoko smiled back at you and helped you up on the floor. Grabbing your hand, she started walking away with you before starting to speak once again. "Cm'on. I'm going to make them say sorry to you!" Your eyes widened; this is Hiyoko were talking about, so it's bound to be insults until they're crying apologies to you. Hiyoko knows how to hit all the weak spots.

You showed her the people that were being mean to you, and she crossed her arms, kimono draping. She looked pissed, and the bullies stopped in their tracks. "You pig-slut losers! You should carry a plant around with you to replace the oxygen you waste! Were you born this stupid, or did you take lessons? I’d slap you, but I don’t want to make your face look any better. Now, see that door? Say sorry and go to the other side of it." She spurted at them, and it seemed to work, as they quickly apologized to you and did as she said. Maybe they were afraid of the amount of bullying Hiyoko would have done if they didn't, as what she said was just a sample. Hiyoko pouted and then looked at you with a smile. "Now, wanna go and get candy? We can get cat treats as well!" She tilted her head as you nodded and smiled back at her.

You already had your feline friend before you started dating Fuyuhiko

It was surprising to you how gentle and caring he was towards your pet. You didn't think he liked cats but he actually really does

You never really carried your cat around before your relationship bloomed, but your anxiety started to get bad and Fuyuhiko was always at dangerous jobs so he wasn't around alot unfortunately

Though when he is around, even though he's not best with his words he gives the best physical affection that always eases your mind

Honestly people were scared to even talk to you because of your boyfriend, but those unknowing of who your boyfriend was was quick to tease and pick on you. Not a good idea on there part

You didn't want to worry Fuyuhiko with this since he has enough on his plate, so you just silently sobbed to yourself when he was away

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A few tears trickled down your cheeks while you were in your shared dorm. Your boyfriend was already gone for whatever the Yakuza had going on at the moment, and he wasn't expected to be home until much later. The bullying earlier really got to you and stressed you out; you weren't sure what else to do but cry and curl up in a ball. Your cat was in the other room asleep; you didn't want even your fluffy little fur ball to see you like this. After a few moments, the door opened quietly. Usually, you would be taking a nap at this time, so Fuyuhiko probably thought as much. When your boyfriend walked in, you tried to quickly wash away your tears, but Fuyuhiko already saw the emotional distress you were in.

His eyes widened, he crouched down to your level, and he gave you a hug. "Who the fuck did this to you? Are you hurt?" He panickily asks, trying to be as quiet as he can to not scare you or make your anxiety worse. You nodded and sniffled, afraid to talk, but you knew it would only worry your boyfriend if you didn't. You took a deep breath, looked up at Fuyuhiko, and made eye contact. Soon enough, you were crying your eyes out, explaining your situation to your beloved. Fuyuhiko's eyes turned to anger. How could someone dare even say a word to you without his permission, nevermind say something so filthy? He took a deep breath, controlling his anger so as not to take it out on you. He kisses you on the lips lightly as you melt into it. "I'll handle it; don't worry, Y/N. I fucking promise you." He whispered into your ear.

The next day, you brought your cat to school as always, expecting the bullies to come and torment you again, almost forgetting Fuyuhiko's promise, until he tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and smiled at him, pecking his lips with a kiss. He wasn't usually at school because of his job, so it was a happy surprise. "By the way, Y/N, Peko is handling those fuckers today, so she won't be here," he whispered into your ear as your eyes widened. It was a good day to have a Yakuza boyfriend!

He says yes to whatever you want, you are his little hope bagel after all!

But.....A pet? After what happened to his dog he wasn't sure if he deserved to take care or even be around another animal; afraid his luck would do something to it

After a lot of convincing him that it'll be okay, you both agreed to get a kitten

You got a white kitten that looked very similar to Nagito in a weird way, it was comforting to think even when the short minutes when Nagito was away you still had a piece of him

So you started to bring the kitten everywhere with you!

Nagito also suffers from anxiety, so if anyone he understands it the best. He's overjoyed you found a great coping mechanism

Plus he doesn't think he's good enough to comfort you, so this also puts his mind at ease.

Nagito regularly got bullied at school, and it's usually you that would stand up from him but since you started bringing a cat with you...Things started to change

You're a really sensitive person and don't know how to deal with being picked on so you just start crying

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Nagito was a clingy mess, so of course he was with you when you overheard some kids talking bad about you and your cat, and he was there when you started to tear up. Nagitos’ heart broke. How dare someone bring despair to his precious hope? You tried not to weep In front of your boyfriend, not that you were afraid to show weakness but the fact that you couldn’t stand him being a big worried mess about you. Your boyfriend stayed calm and took your hand and guided you out of the school. You didn’t ask what he was doing as you were ecstatic to leave the school and destress. Your cat was on Nagito’s shoulder, curious about how to make you feel better. You and Nagito walked to the car, Nagito in the driver’s seat and you in the passenger seat. He frowned, looking over at your saddened and stressed out state. You had no words as when you were upset and stressed; talking wasn’t a thing you did. Nagito hugged you close and tilted his head. “It’s okay, my hope. Everything will be okay. You’re so strong and beautiful, please don’t listen to their despairful words,” he said softly as your cat climbed onto your lap and curled up, purring. You pet your kitten, then giggle and pet Nagito's hair. Later that day, Nagito drove both of you home. He had a plan of how to handle those people who were picking on you, but for now, he decided to keep your mind off of it. Thus, you Nagito and your kitten all cuddles on the couch together and watched your favorite movie. “... I love you,” you mumbled to Nagito as you cuddled into his chest, snuggling your head into him. His face turned red with blush as you cuddled onto his chest.. You said this a lot to him, but he won’t ever believe he has such a hopeful, significant other that truly loves him. “I love you too.”

Why do you want a cat? Isn't he good enough for you?

He would tease you, but all with love of course

At the adoption center of course he acted like a toddler looking at all the animals and pointing....

"OOOOH!! WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE? CMON! THIS ONES SO COOL!!!"

After an hour you adopted a black cat because Kokichi said it looked evil, but that was a lie as the cat was the sweetest thing to both of you

The kitty would always seem to make you happy just as much as Kokichi did. He had to admit he was a SLIGHHHHT bit jealous but he still was happy for your small little friend

Kokichi was either hated or loved at school, no in between, but everyone knew that you were his queen/king/royalty because he would talk about you ALL the time

So those that didn't like him...Well also didn't like you, but until you started bringing your cat around they had nothing to make fun of you for

You were used to teasing by Kokichi, but this is straight out bullying with the cruel words they said to you

Once the day ended you broke down, frowny face and all

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You were off on the way to your dorms while walking with your kitten on your shoulder and boyfriend next too; you did this every day after your classes, but this time you weren’t as cheerful and you weren’t teasing Kokichi back when he made snarky remarks. He took notice of this but didn’t want to say anything in public with all the other ultimate’s walking through to their own dorms. Kokichi frowned before bringing you closer and taking your hand. He just held your hand on the way back to both of your dorms. Your cat went off to eat, and Kokichi grabbed your wrist with concern. “… What happened?” he asked in a worried tone, tilting his head. “W-what do you mean?” you acted dumb trying to ease your lovers’ concern. “Don’t lie to me, please tell me” a small tremble in his voice at this point; you just sighed and frowned before telling him everything that’s been happening and you started sobbing at the end of your explanation.

Shock swept over Kokichi. He knew people hated him and he couldn't care less, him and D.I.C.E would just prank them all the time anyway, but he draws the line of them messing with his queen/king/royalty. The rest of the night was filled with special attention from your little supreme leader. He was a clingy mess, and you loved it! He gave you many pecks on the cheeks and did everything in his power to distract you from what happened, besides he plans to have D.I.C. E give them the worst prank he can think of tomorrow, making sure they never dare make fun of you for having an emotional support animal again. While you both were cuddling, your cat wanted to join as it pounced onto the bed and curled in between you two, meowing and being a cutie. “See! It’s dividing me from my queen/king/royalty. I told you it’s evil!!!” Kokichi states, giving a pouty look to your cat. All you could do was facepalm at his shenanigans. He was such a loveable goofball.

#cutiekittysender : Anon🎀#nyanyafluffxoxo #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #open requests #requests open #mukuro x reader #kaede x reader #hiyoko saionji #fuyuhiko #fuyuhiko x reader #nagito x reader #kokichi x reader #gn reader #they/them reader #hiyoko x reader

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actualbird · 13 days

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apropos of nothing, but i suddenly remembered this baffling encounter i had with acupuncture back when i was in college. my mom got acupuncture and it helped her quit smoking (which, yay! whatever works, works!) and then she made me go to try to see if it'd cure a neurological condition i have (which uh, im neither here nor there over alternative medicine and whatnot but in her defense, i had had countless inconclusive diagnostic tests abt this condition so she was very much grasping at straws here for anything that would help me) and since im a good boy who follows what his mother says, i said "okay" and it was a pretty alright experience. i was and am currently still not very squeamish with needles so it didnt bother me very much. if anything, i just took the weekly acupuncture sessions as an hour to nap (with needles in me). but then one day, one of the needles (that went into my abdomen) had a....thingy at the end of it. it looked like a large-ish cork thingy balancing atop of the needle. and i was like "huh, what is that?" but i didnt say it out loud because of my debilitating anxiety and worry and i didnt wanna come off as the weird guy who asks too many questions at the acupuncturist. so i didnt ask. and the acupuncture guy thusly did not explain.

then he set the thingy on fire. and then he left the room.

i dont know about you, but in general i was taught that fires should not be left unattended. that goes for normal fires, but this was a fire lit perilously at the end of a needle sticking out of my abdomen. i guess i was the person attending to the fire, but like, i couldnt move. because of needles in me. it was a harrowing hour. i could not nap. there was an on fire thingy connected to my body. i spent a whole hour laying down alone with my thoughts and also with a small on fire thingy as company.

theres no moral to this story, it's just one of those things that made me go "hey what was that all about" but i never asked because i dont wanna be the weird guy whos not cool with fire needles

#actually the moral of the story is how averse i am to asking harmless questions. you could get me to walk into #speeding traffic with no questions asked if you said it to me sternly enough like yessir got it completely understand here i go #dootdootdoot #needles cw

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thehopelessexception · 1 month

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is it just me?

i've been observing a tendency surrounding women —mostly between 20 and 26— where we can't find anything close to love (from men). women are not dating, nor living a normal life, developing a femcel-like point of view. and im saying this because i want to be loved just like anyone else, but are we the problem? or is there something wrong with boys? i mean, ofc there's something wrong with boys; but every year pass by and every time is harder and harder to find someone willing to put the effort to make you feel loved and understood. was it like this 50 years ago? 100 years ago? i am very much aware that our mothers and grandmothers suffered in the world they lived in, generally with sexist husbands and mandatory tradwife lifestyle. but i am also sure that there was some exceptions, way too many more than today.

and we tend to romanticize the past, probably there's something to do with our generation. nor millennials or gen z, the ones in the middle. the girls who grew up with enough technology but not so much. the ones that went crazy over boybands and fanfiction and hung up posters in our walls. the ones that went crazy in 2018-2020 with deranged feminism just to realise, later on, nobody really cared and it maybe was a little over the top. the ones that filled our beds with stuffed animals repeatedly every time we woke up just to throw them on the floor at night so we could sleep. the girls who spent their teenage years on tumblr writing code (before men took that away from us) and making playlists of marina lana and the 1975 so everyone on the internet could see how cool we wanted to look like. probably the ones that suffered some kind of bullying in highschool or some health problem related to how we didn't fit in or how bad we looked at ourselves in the mirror (yk what i mean). we weren't the cool kids in real life or it was just me?

now i'm observing how hard it is to adapt that teenager to adult years. and maybe it's me but i don't feel like an adult. i am a tiny ball of anxiety. i suffer too much stress. i am trying to finish my degree but i don't know if im worthy of anything because i dont have money, and i don't have time to work and study at the same time because i spend too many time thinking about it and feeling a fraud and a failure.

i don't know how to talk to boys either —nor girls, in that way—. and until some days ago i was quite sure i was willing and capable of spending my whole life alone. i've given up to anything because i felt it imposible to be loved. but lately my mind goes up and down with that scene of jo monologue in little women by gretta gerwig. and it also goes with the hot priest monologue of fleabag. and today i rewatched the classic he's just not that into you. are we condemned to be the tedious rule? am i?

i've seen all of my girlfriends suffering the same mysery. and i've seen the extremes. women giving up the love they deserve —because they accepted the fate of being the rule— by dating a jerk just because they are afraid of loneliness. and i've also seen women giving up everything else just because they are not willing to give up love. those are us. hopeless romantics who watched way too many romantic comedies and somehow still expect to find someone willing to die for us just like dicaprio in romeo + juliet. —or at least a patrick verona—.

what i've never seen was actual love. all the couples i met... they don't look happy. they don't look in love. they don't look like they enjoy their own company even. they look exactly like a picture of instagram. they exist just to make us feel miserable even when it's obvious they are not gonna last. i've seen couples of what? 7 years? gone. broken up. they grew tired of each other and of course they never looked like they had anything close to sparkles in their eyes. chemistry? none. and maybe it is my anxiety speaking but i don't want that. i refuse to have that. i want all or nothing. i want always and forever. i want everyone to look at us and think "if i don't have that i'll kms". i want family —even tho im not sure i want to get pregnant, what am i a childbride?—. i don't want to change anything to fit in with the standards of a boy. i want marriage even tho im not sure i want to be legally married. i want the posibility, the future. i want the emotions surpassing myself. i want to not know me anymore and then knowing me again. i want to doubt myself. i want my heart beating so fast i could kill someone for them. i want to believe god exists. i want to laugh of happiness without they making a joke. i want my sundays to not be deppresing because i can hang out with the love of my life and have fun. i want to be the "and yet" of someone willingly enough to fall for me every single day even if i am kinda insane all the time. i want someone who cares. someone who fantasizes with spending the rest of their lives with me and is going to put the effort to get to know every single thing about me and stay because he's blown away. and aparently that's setting the bar "too high" because we are the rule and not the exception.

people always assume that by being a romantic i expect flowers every day and cheesy comments about how beautiful i look; and that would actually make me want to puke because i can do that myself. i am confortable with myself, i like myself, i love myself, i have the ego. i am not really asking for that much i just want someone to love me with every single thing that's probably wrong with me. what i want is someone curious and smart. someone who pays enough attention or wants to. i want the chemistry off the roof.

and contrary to anyone's beliefs the bar is too low about everything else. every single girl probably wants the same thing. is it that hard for men to understand that women want to feel loved?

lately —worldwide— it's all a competition of genres as if humanity doesn't need us to interact to survive. it's a loop that opened up in 2013? with the tumblr-4chan gate and right now got translated to the real world because pick-mes are back and being a man is cool. and suddenly that's how nature works!! because apparently women are boring and just a hole. maybe they all need to go all alexander the great. but it's getting boring. and we as women deserve love as much as respect.

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stateswscarlet · 15 days

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Good morning Scarlet, I hope that you're doing amazing!

First of all, I wanted to thank you for all the amount of time you put in explaining the law to all of us and seeing all those success stories, we all know how good of a blessing you are in our life.

So, I've been working on manifesting my ex back for a few months now, more than a year actually, and it's kinda embarrassing to me. I'm naturally a visualizer and have inner convos, but when envisioning scenarios like us hugging, holding hands, and being together again (what I've always done before knowing the law and being in love with him) it feels too good to be true, even if I have a deep understanding of the law conceptually. I know part of this process involves letting go of attachment to the 3D and recognizing that my outer feelings (anxiety, fear) and thoughts (how will he change his mind, he doesn't love u anymore) don't define my true self (the inner man that is being happy and in a rs with him). However, despite this understanding, I still encounter challenges when I attempt to engage my imagination regarding these scenarios. I often feel unfulfilled or disconnected from the vision of us being together.

Furthermore, I've been feeling doubtful about all that lately. Different sources offer conflicting advice - some suggest focusing on feelings, while others emphasize decision-making. I've even studied materials from authors like Edward and watched Tom Kearin (BSW), and while I understand the concepts intellectually and have applied them before with success, I haven't seen significant movement. The only time I experienced progress was when I wholeheartedly believed in my ex's return, even if I wasn't necessarily thinking from the end (focusing on the 3D aka he is going to come back). However, now, as I try to embody the version of myself with him already, I'm starting to lose faith in the possibility of him changing his mind and coming back. Have you ever experienced a similar struggle or doubt in your manifestation journey?

I feel maybe my issue is linked to the "feeling" that I do not understand, do you have maybe some recommandations in terms of source, or YouTube channel or else ? I feel like I'll never succeed in this specific manifestation while I succeeded in others for instance my job and travels... it was so hard for me too bc for more than a year I was jobless and so focused on that, that one day I decided I am going to get a job no matter what and not thinking from the end and it happened while I didn't focused on how I felt, I wasn't like "I need to feel I'm already employed", so I am lost in all of that ..

thank you so much for the kind words!

“working on manifesting my ex back” im really hoping you only worded it like this for simplicity sake to tell me, but please stop identifying with manifesting (at all) or seeing anything as a process bc there is NO PROCESS. there is no work to be, no point A or point B, and no one is coming “back”.

the reason you feel disconnected is because you’re still dominantly believing the 3D as a fact/seeing it as unchanging/dont understand youre SHIFTING TO A DIFFERENT REALITY/STATE and not changing the current one. figure out which one. in other words, youre being accidentally 3D oriented.

“i havent seen much movement” excuse me? wym movement? eradicate that word from your loa vocabulary please theres no such thing as movement. do you HAVE IT OR NOT?

stop looking for more material. no coach or video or book can change how you feel internally if youre just looking for results and refuse to completely drop the outer man and their reasoning.

your sp isnt changing his mind, you SHIFT TO A STATE where you and them are together. the one in the current 3D is NOT the one youre in a relationship with nor will ever be, you have to fully drop that version of him.

if just deciding you have something fulfills you, then so be it. do whatever you enjoy.

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Honestly my biggest fear is to end up writing my characters the same way vivzie does, I feel like she doesn't even try on certain characters(female characters and literally any other that isn't her "uwu baby boi must be protected at all costs" characters like stolas, angel dust). Like imagine completely missing the point of your own character/srs

to everyone pre-release worries and anxieties just as much as I have-- Please take this time to read or explore different interests of books or authors of subjects and genres you like ! In the era of internet where the golden age of information is rusting into brainrot, the less time online anymore the better. I've been taking javascript/python tutorials for myself attempting to make a dating simulator for literal years at this point and its bounced around to the point of where I branched off to develop my own murder mystery 2-d sidescroller !

I wish for this to be a farewell letter to the crushed hopes and dreams I had for the original hazbin pilot and crew has moved on to other things whereas viv attempted to spitefully keep a story she clearly doesn't have any passion over- it is very evident over her lack of care for her own characters purely for the monetary gains of attempting and sadly wriggling her way into industry the way she did is so abhorrent to the world of genuine art and animation I grew up with.

Has Vivzie ever read a Felix the Cat comic strip or Dilbert even Hägar The Horrible? Does she even know about the history and strive of depth that animation has been at for hundreds of years? Does she even like comics, clearly not if she doesn't even have the patience to write her own and horribly rush whichever story she's interested in that day. I've never seen a careless writer be this selfishly unashamed to write literal garbage and surface level 'intrigue' of design and then falling flat face first at EVERY step. Hope she becomes as unbearable of a director as John K. is because honestly even though I'm cringing making that comparison, it's pretty fair in my book considering the outright ABUSE she has always trying to talk or hoard artists into her 'pet project' I recommend above anything else to watch Dan Stamanolous' 'Moral Orel' if you want an actually funny dark comedy or Christy Karacas' fast paced dark horror comic-come-to-life Superjail! for good animattion that doesn't belittle its audience... *[Trigger Warnings for Adult Swim-esque outdated 2007 humor and light transphobia, read for your own triggers if you dont want to though, please!]

The fact that Stollitz is written so flimsily like a wattpad fanficiton of tropes rolled into one is astounding to me, I used to like the dynamic pre-season 2 as I've mentioned on here and @tired-hellowl so I really don't want to get a headache going into how I USED to like it-Realizing the problematic consent issues all of STOLASS is, I physically cannot watch another Helluva or Hazbin promo anymore without rolling my eyes into the back of my head.

To the anons and people who used to also enjoy vivs work, there are other artists and there are other stories to tell. If you wish to be inspired from Dante's Inferno/Hell or WESTERN CHRISTIAN BASED RELIGION keep in mind what source material you're doing because I don't even think vivzie has picked up the bible once in her life.... And I say this as a drifter in the world who believes in reincarnation I don't really vibe with the athiest stereotypes however, I don't believe in most religion but more power to people that do get hope and love from their teachings and cultures.

She entirely missed the mark for several years, nearly a decade. Viv has had time and time again chance and opportunity to give a chance of storytelling with demons and what does she do? Adult Cartoon that has the demons scream 'FUCK SHIT DAMNIT DAMNIT LOOK IM SO HORNY AND SILLY AND WACKY WOAHH THE SCREEN IS CONSTANTLY MOVING YOU CAN NEVER HAVE A SECOND TO BREATH IN ANY AMOUNT OF WORLBUILDING OR SETTING BECAUSE FUCK. YOU.'--

I have said this time and time again- there is no substance or worth about Helluva Bosses or Hazbins writing, even without the show not being released because Amazon seems ashamed about it, I know it'll be a shitshow.

Honestly at this point I agree with the redesign community, take any character you used to like and rewrite them until it's unrecognizable from the original source material, let those fuckers in space fight alien pirates or hell take them out of the heaven and hell trope and just flip it on it's head entirely out of earth or wherever you want to set your story! I'm personally redesigning angel to be a slight aid to my addiction help via rewriting him into my murder mystery heheh while keeping the sexual abuse and recovery in mind because woah that shit happened to me too man !!!

I wish the best to any future writers, animators, programmers, lovers of animation or art, you can do what you put your mind and hands to! Spread more positivity and love then hate in this world please guys, this'll be the last time I pop in I promise I'm trying to get a better job and hopefully get accepted in a community college that i've been on the fence over trying to do more online coding ! The sky is the limit!<3

#anti vivziepop #trash askbox #helluva critical #i dont want to be mean in the tags and overtag like i usually do #however #vivziepop critical #please stop supporting spindlehorse #please stop supporting vivziepop #anti helluva boss #genuine art criticism #genuine art tip box #<3 signing off #!!! <3 #my.silley.art

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miss--river · 23 days

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ever since the debt with my mom started she's been keeping my anxiety high about it so i always give her as much money as she can squeeze out of me. every paycheck i give her $700+ dollars and im left with almost nothing. im saving up as much as i can between food and trying to get the money i need to move out.

all ive been eating for months is ramen, hotpockets, or some kind of pasta i can make in bulk. after i buy food i hardly have anything left over for other necessities like pads, deodorant, or toothpaste. i also really need new clothes because a lot of stuff i have has holes in them and i cant wear any of it to work.

eating the same things over and over has been really wearing me. its starting to make me feel sick. she constantly tells me i need to eat healthier but i cant afford it. the past few days all ive eaten is ramen and mashed potatoes and nothing else.

living like this has really pissed me off so i finally made a decision i should have made a long time ago. when i get paid, i take care of myself first, and she can have whats left over. i dont fucking care what she says. i want to eat meals that keep me full and i hate worrying about if i'll be able to pay my phone bill or not. im not going to let her use my anxiety to her advantage anymore.

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You are correct it is a goose 🫶 (because I am a hilarious goose) also I have this headcannon that könig & or ghost get panic attacks sometimes. (Use that as a hurt/comfort thing as you will) I also SUCK at lore for CoD so anything I know is blurred together with actual things and then just mostly fanfics and such so don’t smite me pls 💔

But yea I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort ESPECIALLY with sweetheart cuz she’s badass but kinda like group mom yk?

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OKAY GOOD ITS A GOOSE THANK YOU LOL

But ugh hurt/comfort is like- I feel like everyone is a sucker for hurt/comfort 💀 ME INCLUDED (it depends on the h/c but yeah I can snort it all day)

And it's okaayyyyy if you don't know the lore!! I only know about 3/4 of it, but on the top of my head? Jeez it's like BLANK LOL so you're completely fine for not knowing the lore, and I've been a fan of CoD since a child 😭

And OMGGG YOU SEE SWEETS AS A BADASS AHEHHAHWJAJ MY LIFE IS SO COMPLETE-- but yeah she's the milf of the group (IM NOT SORRY FOR WHAT I JUST SAID)

I can definitely see Ghost and König having panic and anxiety attacks (I have another ask like this and I still need to answer it dammit. I HAVE ALOT OF ASKS STILL- LIKE 38 LOL)

The first time Sweets saw Ghost have a panic attack, she panicked a bit herself because she's trying to figure out how to calm Ghost down. She's just cursing to herself, brain just overthinking everything

(Sweetheart: Should I hug him? Will that make it worse? Okay wait, don't touch him-- but does he even know I'm in here with him? Just touch him- NO DONT-- FUCK WHAT DO I DO?? DO I TOUCH HIM OR NOT?? MAYBE GET WATER? BUT-- JUST DO IT OH MY GOD NO FUCK-- )

So she gets on the floor with him and is so hesitant. But she gently soothes his arm that's huddled on his bent knees. "You're okay..." She lowly says to him. She sees its kinda working, so she sticks her hand in the fire more. "You're gonna be okay, Simon. It'll pass."

Simon.

She used his real name. She's talking to the man who's having a panic attack, not Ghost. Not the calm, collected Ghost. Simon.

It took a bit more for him to calm down with her soothing touch and low but soft tone, telling him to focus on his breathing. Ghost sighs, looking at his hands. Sweetheart's places her hand in one of his, the warmth immediately going to his already dizzy head. He looks up, eyes locking with hers. She's concerned about him. Worried.

But she wears a soft smile for him. "Do you need anything? Maybe some water?" She asks, her thumb rubbing his thick skin. Comfort.

Simon gulps and clears his throat, eyes leaving hers. "Yeah. If you can." She nods, "Of course. I'll be right back." She gets up but was stopped by Simon's hand. Please.

"P-please. Please don't leave." He whispers. I need you right now. I need you so much.

She smiles as she shimmies in-between his legs and wraps her arms around his neck. "Wait--" She rings back, like Simon was made out of acid. "Oh gosh, do you want to be touched right now? I'm so sorry, I didn't even think--" She was cut off from Simon yanking her into him. His ear right where her heart is, hearing the rhythmic thump. It's calming. You're calming.

She relaxes into him, wrapping her arms around him once more, her hands combing his hair. Simon closes his eyes as he sighs in content. He's learned something about himself. About Sweetheart. She always has a warm presence. A presence that makes you feel at home. Safe.

You are my peace.

(I have never had a panic attack, so I apologize deeply if this is incorrect.)

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