#tell me if i need 2 tag anything else but i dont think so

[genialtomfool]

Me zombie style

[claitea]

finished the dlc! enjoyed it a lot :D

[satorubrain]

Heyy <3

Can i have *another* request for the child eater Gojo~ how he would wake us up:

Normally (everyday)

To be sweet~

In an emergency~

and To be a pain!

Thank you!! i'm looking so forward to this!!!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff, slight angst.

Synopsis: How Satoru wakes you up.

A/N: WELL THEN I HOPE U ENJOY THIS BBY <3

Normally.

Lets consider this is the normal one but the real normal is "to be a pain"

He wouldn't. He doesn't even want to get up. But your phone is too far from his reach and it's too comfortable to leave. He nuzzles in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent mixed with your lotion.

"Babeeee" he whines. "Your alarm has been going off for the last 15 minutes? Think you can do something about it please?"

"Mn. 5 more minutes pleasee" You mumble in your sleep, head buried in the pillow, eliciting a giggle from him.

It's a daily thing and both of you knew that. The 5 minutes might turn into 5 hours and you'll still somehow manage to doze off without a worry in your sleepyhead.

He hugs you a little tighter before dragging you up along with him, rocking back and forth with you, saying sweet nothings in your ear waking you up (mostly because if he annoys you in the morning, he'd be found dead in the next two seconds).

To be sweet.

This usually happens when you return late at night from a week long mission or when he fully knows you've been having a hard time recently, he tries his best to be extra sweet.

He wakes up a little early, drawing you a bath so you can relax. While the water is filling up he gets you breakfast, since he's prohibited from cooking but at least he knows how to make your favourite kind of tea.

Giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek as he slides an arm under your back, helping you get up.

"Good morning, sweet. I've got you breakfast and drawn a bath for you. What do you want first..... Or perhaps you want me?" He mischievously jokes earning a smack on the shoulder from you.

In an emergency.

I dont really imagine what kind of emergencies he might have. But I can think of three to be specific.

Case 1:

If anything that wakes him is your phone ringing because someone called you at an ungodly time.

Thankfully before it could even bother you, he picks it up just to find out about an emergency exorcism of a special grade curse that appeared out of nowhere. All it did was annoy him, he was irritated by the higherups who decided to summon you at 4 in the morning.

No he still doesn't wake you up. Instead he decides to solve your problem and not bother your peace.

Giving you a quick peck on your forehead, whispering "sleep tight, sweets. I will be right back" to which you mumble random incomprehensible words, which was enough encouragement for him. It doesn't even take him an hour to finish up your work and return to your warm embrace, giving in to his sleep.

"Uhh what did I get paid for?" You question, mostly yourself while checking the text message as you got ready for the day.

"Well i wonder" he stands proudly in front of you grinning widely giving you an answer.

Case 2:

He's crying.

It's one of the days when his thoughts get the better of him, his past comes tumbling down, numbing his senses and leaving him so vulnerable.

He's holding you close, afraid that he'll have to lose you too- maybe that you'll leave him or something else. His past has left a deep wound in his heart that is far from being healed, which reopens from time to time leaving him whimpering and afraid.

You soon wake up to his silent sobs, his chest heaving, and his soft sniffs. It doesn't take you long to come to your senses and realize he's probably having an anxiety attack. You know what's aching him, he doesn't need to tell you nor do you need to ask.

You hug him tightly as you gently pat his head. "My love, my Satoru. I'm here alright? You'll be fine. We will be fine okay, love?" you try your best to comfort him, reminding him to regulate his breathing as you wipe his tears, and thankfully it seems to be working.

"P-please... Don't leave me" Satoru pleads, sounding so pained and broken. You feel your heart shatter at his words.

"Always my love, I'll always be with you" You assure him, cupping his cheeks as he rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes while holding you tightly as he falls asleep.

To be a pain.

Exhibit A.

Another emergency being, him having a stupid question at 3 fucking 48 in the morning.

"babe babe as curses are developing they will start crushing too?" "Do you think Sukuna ever gets lonely? Nah maybe not hes a loser" "Babe will you love me if i was a worm?" "I had a dream of you!!! Did you dream about me too?" He shakes you awake, looking at you with his bright cerulean curious eyes.

"Gojo Satoru are you serious?!"

"My name is not Gojo Satoru, my name is, my love or something like that but not gojo. But what do you think about the question!!!!!!"

Exhibit B.

He has returned from a week-long mission at 4am and of course he wakes you up with a loud announcement of his arrival before he rushes into your shared bedroom, discarding his blindfolds somewhere. The door hits the wall with a loud bang while his throws himself on top of you crushing you with his weight.

"I'm love-starved" He explains cupping your cheeks, frowning and pouting slightly, his eyes a little watery. Enjoying your every movement and grunt that spill past your lips as you try to make space for yourself. Witnessing your beauty makes him realize how much he missed you as he cages with a tight hug.

Exhibit C:

"Rise and shineeeeeee" He declares as he slides the curtains aside causing you to wake up whining.

"Glad you woke up! I need my morning kiss now" He returns to you demanding a morning kiss just to be thrown off the bed when he comes close to you before you rush to the bathroom to get ready.

Oh, how he loves teasing you and annoying you. Knowing you won't even say a word before brushing and getting rid of that morning breath he could care less about.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[weirdo09]

hobie brown

i’d just like to say, i hope y’all never meet a black boy nor man because y’all’s behavior over one black teenager is honestly disturbing.

like the racist headcanons, the not taking accountability for your disturbing fics about him because “HIS AGE ISNT MENTIONED!!” like don’t act dumb, you know them people said that he’s a slight older boy than miles which would be like 1-2 years, making him 16-17. it’s also just the “i want his dick inside of me” “i want to have his kids” and the sex hcs where it’s like “he’ll fuck you hard and not give you aftercare, just leaves you to take care of yourself.”

i’m not really bothered by the smut fics and hcs cause he is attractive and i will read them every once in awhile but y’all be taking it to the extremes, calling him toxic, making him out like some abusive boyfriend, he’s only sweet when he wants you to have sex with him, he only wants you for sex, he’s a full person but only cool because he’s in a band and has sex with you, he lets his band mates fuck you without your consent, he rapes you for whatever reason (y’all’s writings not mine), he doesn’t care about stopping to see if you’re okay or if you need a break.

basically what i’m seeing is that he’s only good for sex and some of the good fics about him only portray certain parts of him. like i’m all for writing about your favorite characters n what not but if you’re basically gonna treat his character like you’re personal boytoy and not see him as anything else, it’s really harmful. especially with y’all not tagging your fics correctly and the smut fics i previously mention get seen by a minor who would want to read smut of him but not that bullcrap.

y’all literally write him being abusive to his partner, not just physically but call it “teasing”. i’m sorry but if my partner said something about breaking up with me or that i’m not good enough, would i think that that’s just “teasing”? like honestly, if you treat all your ‘blorbos’ like this then i feel sorry for you because hobie’s an amazing character that isn’t just there for you to dream about fucking and getting pregnant by him.

he’s there to show you how corruption and fascism impacting your way of life can lead to you wanting to rebel and become an anarchist to that society. he’s there to teach you that you can make your rules, that you’re more than what one person tells you, you tell yourself what you wanna be. he’s a symbol for black people who don’t wanna follow the rules of a white supremacist, fascist society, for the people who’ve ever just been like “fuck the government, i’m my own person.”

i really feel like y’all take him for granted and he is a character for a children’s type of media so the “well minors shouldn’t be looking for his smut!!” doesn’t work here. honestly, do y’all ever care about characters that aren’t perceived as “fuckable” or “attractive” by your standards? it just really pisses me off because y’all act like that’s all he’s there for, your yearning for BBC has really dimmed your perception of this character. HES A IMPORTANT CHARACTER FOR YALL TO ROLE MODEL CAUSE ITS OBVIOUS YALL DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE MOVIE’S CHILD AUDIENCE BUT YOU GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HIM SO

if you care about hobie, please remember that there’s more to him than you wanting him to fuck you and he would hate the things that you’ve done to him because you have bigger issues in the world than “he would fuck you with his big cock.” LIKE WAKE THE FUCK UP WE COULD BE MAKING ANALYSIS OF HIS CHARACTER BUT INSTEAD YOU THINK THAT HES JUST THERE TO BE EYE CANDY LIKE OMGGGG

just please for the sack of everyone, learn more about his character and stop tryna be antiblack and sex crazed over him. if you love hobie, just stop being the way that you are because it’s honestly disgusting to have to see grown adults wanting a canon minor to fuck them. you ain’t slick, the fact that i even have to write this is disgusting. do better, fandom is more than saying that you would fuck a character, care more about the teenagers on this site that are in the fandom with you as well. stop being selfish and start caring about the other people in the fandom.

[emmitaaa4]

Minor HOFAS spoilers ig?

The Walmart bonus chapter just leaked and good lord some people need to be for real. I'm so tired of people picking and choosing evidence.

So you're telling me that *gasp* Azriel's shadows seem to dance when he hums?? they react to sound/music?? no way. people from all sides of the fandom have been saying that for years (and use it for different arguments), and looks like ppl are still tying anything they can to feed their ship--which is fine but at least make it somewhat accurate.

The above is the last page of the Az/Bryce/Nesta chapter, and just as a refresher, this is the oh-so controversial phrases from the Az bonus chapter:

"(...) one of his shadows went out to dance with it (gwyn's breath) before twirling back to him. like it heard some silent music." and "(...) he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. could have sworn his shadows sang in answer."

I'm confused, which is it? Was the shadow's reaction to her breath & the singing he heard all metaphorical, thereby hinting at a mating bond between gwyn & az (as in "music between souls")? Or was it rather azriel's shadows reacting to a literal sound coming from someone who has arguably been hinted at having some voice/song-related abilities? Because if it is the first, then this new HOFAS excerpt is completely unrelated. Well unless Azriel has a mating bond with himself? pleaseee make it make sense I beg. And if the second is true, it would mean that for someone to be able of making his shadows dance, they'd have to have similar powers as him... its just gonna fuel the lightsinger theories (which btw approx 5 ppl are saying means that gWyn is eViL) so this literally changes nothing. nada. absolument rien.

Oh also.

"He says no partner right now, aka NO FUCKING ELRIEL. ELRIEL IS DEAD." (no hate to whoever posted that btw)

He literally rushes out that answer. Idk about you guys but to me the poor man still seems internally dead over the whole mate existential crisis, which as far as we know was left with him wondering "what if the cauldron was wrong". Sidenote but if I understood correctly, this all happens 2-3 months post acosf and Bryce spends ±5 days in Prythian, so it is very likely that it is all set during Acotar 5, and that the events of HOFAS in general are happening while Az is separated from the other MC (ie. the acotar5 FMC).

Regardless of all I just said, I am going to ask people once again to be for real. cause this whole chapter Azriel keeps glaring at Nes when she is about to reveal too much info, so WHY would he be mentioning Elain (or literally anyone he cares about) to someone who he is said to be highly suspicious of? make it make sense x2

Almost forgot. Last thing.

"Azriel said that Nesta killed the King! He didn't credit Elain!"

... no? for context, this is what Az said:

See my second point above. He told Bryce exactly what Nes did, and nothing more: she beheaded Hybern. We could speculate about what his look at Truthteller made him think of... but tbh I'll leave it to someone else cause perso I dont really see the point.

I am getting tired guys... guess who finally understands what "fandom fatigue" is.

-----quick edit-----

I don't mean to sound hypocritical by tagging ships, cause tbh i dont even wanna put acotar ship tags to this, mais bon c'est la vie et j'en peux plus. this fandom is kind of a mess. Goodnight loves ♡

[luvhughes43]

nostalgia | trevor zegras x reader

suki waterhouse masterlist

part two

summary: y/n and trevor broke up as trevor had to leave her to play hockey in cali, since trevor did not want to do long distance. y/n thinks back to their relationship, the good and the bad, and thinks about how she wishes she could still be with trevor.

lyrics: "I talk about the past like i talk about you, i leave out every little thing that i dont like remembering" and "i miss you more than i say i do, you had to follow all your dreams, just wish that they included me"

word count: 0.8k

posted 3 years ago

y/nuser 

liked by trevorzegras, jackhughes, and others

y/nuser z baby

it wasn't that uncommon for people to ask you about your relationship with trevor. You’d be out at a sports bar with a few friends when Z's picture, or a highlight of his, would come on to the screen. Didn’t you two used to date? What was it like dating a hockey player? Is he a good person? Were all questions thrown your way. You usually just nodded or pretended you couldn't hear them. When you did feel nostalgia, and felt the need to talk, usually after multiple drinks but who was keeping track? you always made sure to tell everyone the happiest stories, the funniest jokes. You didn't like remembering the breakup and heartache. It was a long night of questions.

You escaped to the bar, dark blue light hitting off your face as you waited for the bartender to pass over your drink. you felt somebody nudge your shoulder, and you turned to find a girl around your age smiling at you. “Hey so i heard that you and Trevor Zegras used to-” 

You turned back to the bar just as the bartender took somebody else’s order a few spots away. Your drink was set in front of you and you were glad for the distraction, quickly downing it. “So like I was just wondering if you knew his type or… like had his number or something?” she continued on, clearly not getting the hint that you weren’t interested in the conversation.

“No i don't know him” you snapped as you pushed yourself up off your barstool and onto the crowded walkway. You shoved passed the blonde who scoffed loudly at you, and made your way to your friend. 

“I’m going to head out” you shouted over the ESPN theme and the shouts of sports fans. Your friend turned her head towards you, she bit her lip, and you could sense the pity coming off her in waves. “Is this about trevor? Sweetie, I thought you said you guys had a great relationship? There’s nothing for you to be sad about” her voice was like honey as she trailed her hand from your shoulder down to your wrist. She held onto your hand for a second before dropping it. 

You hadn’t told her how much you missed him, or the heartbreak you went through because of everything that happened. 

You tried to give Vanessa a reassuring smile, “Vanessa, I'm fine it's just too crowded in here”

“Okay well I don't want you to become a hermit or anything” she turned towards the guy she was after and gave an obnoxious fake laugh. You chuckled just to satisfy Vanessa before you turned quickly on your heel and made it the hell out of the building. 

Posted 2 year ago

y/nuser

Liked by trevorzegras, _alexturcotte, and others

y/nuser lake day🌞

tagged: trevorzegras

Baby! Come here! Trevor shouted down from the docks. 

I'm coming, I'm coming! You giggled as you finished lathering yourself up with sunscreen.

Look, I'm gonna show you how to paddle board, it’s so easy. I'll take you for a ride he smiled at you as you practically ran down to the dock. 

When you finally reached him, he grabbed you by your waist and spun you around. He set you down and he pressed his forehead against yours, I love you.

I love you! Trevor, please we can figure this out! You cried as he started packing up your things from his room. 

y/n i've thought a lot about this, and i'm leaving. I’m going to play for Anaheim and you’re not coming with me. He said, and it shocked you how casual he sounded about it. Just this morning he had told you he had loved you, letting you believe you guys had a chance.

Baby please… I don't have to come with you, we can do long distance or… we can think of something just please! You put your hands on top of his, effectively stopping him taking your clothes out of his dresser. 

I don't want to, he whispered and you swore it was a curse.

posted 1 years ago

trevorzegras

liked by jackhughes, jamie.drysdale, and others

trevorzegras a dream come true

Every time you saw him post, or saw a highlight or reel of him, your heart broke a little more. You couldn't help but miss him, even after how he broke things off with you. 

If anyone asked, you swore things broke up amicably, with the two of you smiling and wishing each other off well. You never let anyone know the heartbreak he caused, because you felt so stupid about it. He blindsided you, and if people knew how much you actually missed him… it made you feel sick. 

Despite it all you wished he could have seen you in his future. You could never be mad at him for having to follow his dreams, but the way he handled it… you hated that you still loved him so much. 

[reilikeslifting]

This is the person who just did their first lift, I totally forgot to ask but, do you have any tips for new lifters ^^

of course! and congrats!!!

new l!fting tip #1: tumblr 101

no tags!!! do not tag ur posts, it makes it easier for non-l!fters to find and report l!fters

censor out brands and l!fting terms!! such as dn@, 3B, etc. (dn@ is did not arrive and 3B is empty box!!! different l!fting methods)

never ever put any defining objects in your photos if you are gonna post! make sure its the haul and ONLY the haul.

remove exif data from your photos so they can’t be traced, personally i dont do think bc im lazy but you should!

don’t put your total in your bio! i used to do this bc i liked to tell ppl i saved $20k-$30k over the year but it’s not smart to flaunt that you’re over the felony limit!

next, #2: how to lyft

so you’ve already completed your first lyft (woohoo proud of u!!) but how can you go about being safer and smarter?

my first tip is always scan the school for cameras! be sneaky tho don’t like just stare at the ceiling, but yk get a feel for how many cameras, what type, and what direction they’re facing. most places are gonna have the dome cameras, those are the worst because they see in every direction. always always try to body block if possible. either get someone else to block you or duck behind something while you’re concealing. better to not be caught on cam!!

nobody in that store is your friend, remember that. always assume that customers are plain clothes LP (disguised security) and always assume that sales associates WILL rat you out. don’t think “oh well it’s just me and one other person in the aisle it’ll be fine” because it’s gonna be the one time it’s not fine.

on that note, be kind to everyone. this isn’t just a lyfting tip it’s a rule i live by but just be kind. they’re gonna suspect you much less if you smile and answer questions and compliment them if you feel so inclined, just be a nice person. i believe this is one of the reasons i’ve never been caught, i’m just very friendly.

concealing!!! where to conceal? i personally like using my bag most often. your bag is important too!!! i use one off amazon (you can type like kawaii heart school bag and it’ll pop up, its black and has a big heart cut out for pins) but i dont have any pins because i dont want it to be too identifiable. its purse enough for people not to tell me to take it off (a lot of places don’t allow backpacks) but big enough to fit a LOT of stuff. structured bags are always a good idea too! that way people won’t be able to tell if you’ve put anything in there. i like to conceal in aisles without cameras most often, but if i have to body block sometimes i’ll put stuff up my sleeves first! another idea is to use a shopping bag from another store. this way people will think you’ve just already bought stuff! the target ones are my favorite since they’re opaque<3

onto the next section, #3: all about tags

de-tagging is definitely a more experienced lyfting practice but you can definitely start with rfids!!

rfids are gonna be the little metal wires in plastic, paper, or sticker tags. these are very common and you’ll see them at places like w4lmart or t4rget. these are easily removable by either cutting them off or disabling them with a magnet. you don’t NEED any tools while lyfting, but some of them can come in handy. if you do find yourself with a magnet, to disable rfids you just need to swipe your magnet against the tag. if you don’t have one, simply cut the metal wire in half. you can use scissors or nail clippers or cuticle nippers or whatever you might have!! if you can’t cut them, simply remove them and i personally stick the tag in the pocket of a really ugly item on clearance so that it hopefully goes unfound for a while!

hard tags! hard tags are any tag from the solid tags you find usually on clothes to spider tags you find on electronics or wire tags on jewelry at hot topic, etc. these all require tools to remove. some will require a magnet, others will require hooks, but it’s definitely worth looking into if you decide to branch out on your journey.

brief mention, #3.5: booster bags!

booster bags are small bags lined with many layers of foil to prevent signals from reaching the towers. just in case you didn’t know, towers are the tall sensors by the front door when you walk in! with a booster bag, you can put any kind of tagged item you want, zip it up, and walk out without beeping. you need many layers however!! the way to test if your bag works it by putting your cell phone in there and asking someone to call you. if the call goes through, there aren’t enough layers!! once the call doesn’t go through you’re set! this however is a more advanced trick so please be careful if you’re gonna try this!

lastly, #4 online “shopping”!

so you’ve heard of dn4ing or empty boxes, well lemme tell you what it all means! did not arrive is when you purchase an item, wait for it to arrive, and then message the carrier and tell them it never arrived. typically our goal here is to get a refund, but any times they wont be as easily persuaded and you’ll end up with a replacement instead. however it’s not impossible and many places are easier others. if you think you wanna try this, she!n or am4zon are a good place to start!! if she!n opens an investigation, it’s just a bluff, go with it!

empty box is another form of online lyfting, it’s when you tell the carrier that your item arrived with nothing in it. the process is similar to the first one, message the carrier etc. however just claim that it’s an empty box!

I HOPE ALL THESE TIPS HELPED PLS LET ME KNOW<333 LOVE YOU GUYS STAY HEALTHY AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES

[psychickiss]

score!

— saiki kusuo x reader (gn, 2nd pov)

— summary: You’ve been eyeing the guy with pink hair that tags along with Nendou sometimes when he comes over to help out PK Academy’s baseball team. Luckily, something happens to make you two meet.

— notes: reader insert season 2 episode 15 / chapters 198 - 200. youre friends with satou btw but its just for plot

— things: platonic romantic. dont know.

— masterlist | request form | retrospring

You’ve always been a fan of the baseball team at your school. You weren’t a diehard sports person, but you were supportive, nonetheless, for you had a friend in the team. Satou Hiroshi.

You always waited for him during his practices, so you were well-acquainted with the team... Some of them, anyway.

You knew of Abe, and the... conflict he got himself involved in– the one that temporarily halted any games that PK Academy’s team were scheduled to play in.

However, that didn’t stop the team from practicing. “For Abe,” they’d say. You’re well-aware of everyone’s quirks, sometimes it even felt cliché.

“Satou, has your team got practice today?”

Satou nods at you. With a smile, he asks, “Will you watch again? I heard Nendou from 2-3 is joining us as a substitute.”

“Oh! The one who saved you guys during that one game! I hope his friends tag along.” You laugh.

Satou has a surprised look on his face. “Are you friends with them– Do you like one of them?”

You shake your head. “Not really. But, the one with pink hair is kind of cute.”

“Ehh? The... What’s his name... Saito? Wait, no, Saiki? Really?”

You nod at Satou, though the slight judginess in his tone has you confused. “Why? Do you not like him?”

Satou quickly shakes his head. “It’s not like that at all! I just think he’s, erm, kind of weird? I don’t know, I saw him once by the gate reading Weekly Jump and drinking peach juice–”

“Aren’t those things that you like too?”

A blush spreads across Satou’s face as he nods, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.

Satou doesn’t say anything else. You continue talking, “I mean, I don’t know. There just aren’t a lot of cute people in school that aren’t... weirdos? No offense.”

“Are you... calling me weird?”

You excitedly point to Nendou and his friends, changing the subject of the conversation. “Look, there they are!”

Satou turns to where you’re pointing, and a slight smile graces his face. “I’m glad. Although, just Nendou wouldn’t be able to fill in all the missing positions.”

“Ah, you guys are missing Abe, right?”

Satou nods, a mix of sadness and hope present on his face. “If only he were here... Surely, the whole team would be all the more motivated.”

You just give a slight chuckle in response. You think, Yeah. With the way things seem to work for you guys, there’s going to be something cliche, like, Abe showing up. Haha.

...

The day for the game finally came. You weren’t expecting to see Abe on the stands (maybe you were), yet, there he was.

He walks away from his seat, seemingly in defeat. You’ve seen the team practice for the last few weeks for this game– there is no way in hell were you letting the old star walk away just like that. You follow him outside, quietly.

So does Saiki.

Okay, I tell him not to quit on his own team, yes–!

Abe gets hit on the head with a lost ball and falls down to the ground.

OH MY GOD.

You make yourself hidden somewhere, fumbling around your uniform for your phone in the hopes of contacting Satou and getting Abe the first aid he needs. As you do all that, you take quick glances at Abe.

Preoccupied by his own thoughts, Saiki doesn’t quickly pick up on your presence. This isn’t until your thoughts start to get louder. You witness him using his astral projection to take possession of Abe’s body.

You can only watch in terror as Abe’s once unconscious body stands up and boredly dusts himself off.

Okay. Just walk up to Abe and... Wait– Abe-slash-Saiki, and ask what the hell is going on.

Abe/Saiki starts walking towards you. You frown. This is it, I guess.

“What– What happened? What did you do?”

“Astral projection,” Abe/Saiki calmly replies. He says the next thing like it isn’t a big deal. At all. “I just took over his body. His spirit’s still in here, don’t worry. I’m telling you all this since you’re a witness.”

“You make this sound like a crime...” You crouch down to Saiki’s actual body. “You’re Saiki, right? Saiki Kusuo?”

Abe/Saiki nods. It takes everything in you to not curiously remove Saiki’s tinted green glasses and put them on for yourself.

Strictly, he tells you, “Don’t touch me. I’ll hide me somewhere.”

Oh. Okay. You don’t question his words. (You try not to.)

“I’m classmates with Toritsuka. He talks about you a lot.” I’ve got to stop thinking I’m talking to Abe. It’s so clearly not him! His face is devoid of emotion... I’m talking to Saiki. Yes. I’m talking to Saiki.

Saiki hums in response. “I know.”

You continue talking, “I didn’t immediately realize you were both the Saiki that Toritsuka talks about, and the cute guy with pink hair that tags along with Nendou sometimes. I guess you’re different around him.”

“Well, I have to keep him in line.” Saiki jokes. He turns to you, “He hasn’t made any weird comments towards you, no?”

You shake your head. “He’s actually kind of nice. Just have to treat him like you would anyone else.”

“Oh.” Saiki pauses. “We have to get back to the game.”

You nod, but you don’t immediately follow Abe/Saiki’s footsteps.

“What is it?”

“You’re bleeding.”

There’s a streak of blood down Abe/Saiki’s face. “It’s okay,” Saiki replies. “It doesn’t hurt.”

You sigh as you take out a handkerchief from your pocket. “Of course, but,” you stretch your arm a little to reach the blood on Abe/Saiki’s face, “but it’s going to freak someone out on the team.” He lowers himself a little to make it easier on you. “The manager, actually,” you specify. “Blood scares her.”

Saiki doesn’t say anything else.

“Okay. We’re done. You’re good to play. You know how to play baseball, right? The same way Abe does?”

Saiki nods before you two walk back to the field. Saiki walks towards the team’s manager, and you choose a seat in the stands. This time, you pick a seat that gives you an even better view of the game.

You watch Saiki as he continues the game as Abe. He doesn’t do a flashy pose before pitching, which you brush off. It could be easily ruled off as training, or whatever. Abe’s the one who would have to explain himself when Saiki’s spirit is out of his body.

Time passes by, and PK Academy’s baseball team wins the game.

Excited, you head to Satou to congratulate him.

“Oh, I didn’t do much... it was all Abe, actually. It’s really glad to have him back!”

You just nod. Mhm. Totally Abe in there. Not Saiki.

“The team and I are going out to celebrate later.” Says Satou. He asks if you want to tag along, and you decline. You do get along well with the team, but that celebration belonged to them, and only them.

You make your way towards Saiki, whose spirit was now back in his own body. You beam at him, “Congrats on the win, Abe.” You laugh lightly at your own joke, but quiet down at the lack of a reaction from Saiki.

Saiki looks at you blankly. Seeing that facial expression on his face felt much more correct than it did on Abe’s face. Hm.

“Satou and the team are going out,” you pause. You suddenly glance side-to-side, avoiding any eye contact with Saiki.

“Would you... maybe want to go out with me as well...? Not, like, on a date. I don’t really dig that... and especially not with people I’ve only talked to, like, two times–”

Saiki answers, to your relief. He stops you from rambling any further. “I suppose we could do that. It’s the least I can do since you had to see me use my powers.”

“Really? I’m glad you aren’t offended, or weirded out. There’s a café that just opened up! My treat.”

Saiki nods. “I might enjoy that. Thank you.”

You smile at him. “I’ll make sure you do have fun, don’t worry. The desserts there are really good! The cheesecake? To die for!”

“I’ll have to tell Nendou and the others they can go without me.”

[kumezyzo]

i was rewatching the dream team all stars MCC and was thinking about streamer!reader cause im actually sick in the head :) so now everyone else has to deal with it 😌 so, as much as i love bad, reader does happen to be an honourary Dream Team member according to bf!sapnap.....

i like to think during this time (Nov. 2021) reader and sapnap are well into their talking stage and like, reallyyyy close to dating (they prolly start dating two weeks after this stream of sum). so this is technically crush!sapnap [so cutee]

also just bsf!george and dream moments cause why not (and cause i need some more fluff to feel gud)

lots of swearing (particularly fbombs lol)

so enjoy.... or dont lol :) m.list

crush!sapnap who cant help but giggle when you text him about the 'serpnerp and gerge' bit he did before the event started. when you ask about the fake kisses they gave eachother, he would be tempted to text you back with "i could give you real ones if you want" but refrains from it.

crush!sapnap who secretly had your stream pulled up on the side just so he could see your face as you hyped yourself up for the event.

if youre faceless, he'd just want to listen to you and hear the way you pause to read a text he sends you. he'd feel so cocky if you happened to quietly giggle at something you he sent you.

crush!sapnap who forgets youre on the call for a moment when he makes comments about needing to take a shit...

"if i really wanted to, i could insta-shit"

"ew wtf 😭"

"i actually forgot you were here for a moment, my bad" (he would be blushing so hard)

crush!sapnap who hypes you up so much during parkour tag (and makes sure youre not getting tagged) when youre the last person to be tagged

bsf!george who also hypes tf out of you when youre tagging people. he gets so loud that you have to tell him to stfu at times

crush!sapnap who subconsciously tries to protect you during the first round of sky battle until you call him out for it

"sapnap, dont worry about me! just try to get the other fucking teams. holy fuck..."

"y/n is getting toxic~"

"george shut the fuck up."

(it was mostly cause dream was getting heated at you but dw sap gets it 😌)

bsf!dream who blames you for a block placement glitch during sky battle

"Y/N!"

"WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!"

it led to a strange disagreement about where you were standing before crush!sapnap interjected and told you guys to leave it be. (we stan)

crush!sapnap who feels his heart flutter when you giggle about heated dream was getting over you standing on a rail in grid runners.

bsf!george who gets very hyped when you dont mute yourself during ace race.

"y/n are you muting yourself?"

"nope, are you?"

"LETS GOOO! ITS JUST Y/N AND GOGY"

"Lets go!!!!...... but shut the fuck up a little"

crush!sapnap who tries to gather your materials whenever you need them during buildmart and ultimately pisses off dream when he doesnt bring back what people need.

"Sapnap, how the fuck are you leaving but not bringing back fucking anything we actually need!?!?"

"okay! okay, what do you need?!"

bsf!dream who gets wayyyy too heated at you during battle box.

"y/n just use the fucking bow!"

"i am you dumb fuck!"

"oh my-"

crush!sapnap who gets annoyed too, but tries to not direct it towards you.

"george if theyre building to middle, block them!"

"y/n is supposed to be covering me!"

"they are, so pull your weight!"

bsf!dream who gets yelled at by his chat for yelling at you.

'say sorry to y/n'

"what? you know what, fuck y/n! ive known them for over 5 years, im not saying sorry!"

"good! i dont want your apology anyway! we are no longer friends!"

"good!"

(literal toddlers lol)

crush!sapnap who says a small 'hi' when he passes by you in sands of time. even if youre in the same call. and have been for 2 1/2 hours.

dteam who just lets you do youre own thing in the last to games of the event (sands of time & tgttos).

"i actually havent hear y/n speak in like five minutes," george said with an impressed smile. "i thought they just left the call for a moment, ha."

"me too for a second-"

"both of you shut the fuck up, im tired and tryna get this over with."

"PFFFT-"

bsf!george who could help but cackle when you yell at him during dodgebolt.

"george if you dont stop talking about the arrow, i will fly to london and shove it so far up your ass-"

crush!sapnap who calls you after both of you end your streams to talk about how you feel after the event.

"how are you doing, you seemed..."

"angry? annoyed?"

"tired..."

crush!sapnap talks with you until either one of you has to hang up. you feel like youre back in highschool talking to your crush for hours on end.

ngl, i dunno how i feel about this one. it might be too much tbh but im tired asf writing this and dont wanna change much. and i got a little carried away having fun writing it....sorry... -Nony

[istherewifiinhell]

HM for the bingo: matoba, um um um. your least favorite oppie. your most favorite starscreamer. ummmmm. Abyssal Black Flame Dragon

HEHEHE

shitty id in alt. WELL THATS URRRR GUY. thats the guy thats nat.sume is about. pretty sure <- took me like a year to figure out this is not the case. he is silly. ive seen it in the gag manga. hessss a pretty loser goth in and out of drag what is not to like. im just assuming ur the most right about him i dunno if that means other ppl are wrong tho

joelle joelleity joelletwo is trying to get my ass murdered on tumblr dot gov. EDITED AND UPDATED. need to reflect that my constant with this one is i get why megs got like that

[alt]. ohhh buddy...... you asked. 1. no personality. 2. hate his whole vibe (aesthetics/affect) 3. BETRAYED THE REVOLUTION. 4. not a very good conflicted pasicfist if thats what they were gonna go for. 5. tee fee pee special. u know show dont tell. this is tell, then forget to bring up ever again. simply. simply. listen if the girlies in the tag have to make him interesting for their fanfic and fuck nasty shit (honourary) go with god. i have read good fic of him. but thats compliments to the fans. me personally. i would simply use any other iteration. i suppose u cant beat how DIVORCED this guy is. im not opposed any of his specific characteristics really. its the holistic sum thats my enemy.

DOODLING HEARTS AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE ON THE SCANTRON <- which tf is that 🥁🔔

[ALT] actually can i edit this again lets do a bingo for bullying. he got bullied possible the most anyone has but ill bully him some more 😏🤨😳. now ur some ppl might think oh u like this screamer so much to u inversely not like this megs for beating him up. well not u tho. thats gotta be one of my favourite 2 minutes in all of tf kajdgbjfdhb. hes not real so hes fine with that i asked him myself. ANYWAY WHAT IF U WERE BACKED INTO A CORNER BY UR OWN VIOLENT IMPULSES AND CONSEQUENCES OF UR OWN ACTIONS and also millennia of unending war so u just decide to go full nihilist about it. and this literally saves your world and people. well not the ones u killed but most of em. and u keep winning <3 and ur pettiness and self severing survival instincts also saved the universe. btw. idk if i have HC so much as. i can see my reading of the text not being universal but also im right <3. billybob thompson one of 2 fav non latta screamers. prettiest modern screamer design

out of LEFT field but i LOVE IT

[alt] wait how did u land on a orbeez side character i would at remember the vibes of enough to get double bingo. was it dragon sooyoung? kfjjdf. DO U KNOW. how often i watch something and think. this character would be improved if they were an edgy anime fourteen year old. WELL HERE IT IS. the most important thing u can be in the world is a shitty emo teen with a deviant art dragon fursona. i dont remember anything else im literally just like. thats perfect. what a shit head. the best character in the book now im saying so.

[peterthepark]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

tags: mostly fluff, slight angst, a feeling of love accompanied by impending doom, u can pretend vol 2 happens or just dont, soft!eddie, swearing, established relationship

summary: you stay with eddie while hiding out at lover’s lake. you prefer him over everything else.

a/n: don’t. just don’t. just read it and try to heal.

February is Eddie’s favorite month. He tells you it's because the syllables roll off his tongue so gently, a word that just sounds so easy on the ears, better to reminisce about. Although, it’s really because Valentine’s Day is his favorite holiday instead of Halloween, where he can use that infamous phrase of ‘love is in the air’ to easily reel you in for rom-com date nights and stolen kisses in his stuffy bedroom. 

He’d never admit that though. You don’t need him to, anyways.

Instead of roses, Eddie likes giving you handpicked bouquets of pink apple blossoms whenever they’re in season. A little ways off Hawkins, there’s this tiny orchard that he visits specifically for flowers — he says he’s read in a children’s book that all kinds of flowers have different languages, but he likes what apple blossoms have to offer the most.

‘What do these little guys say?’ You’d ask him.

He’d smile with those big, brown eyes of his and tilt his head at you endearingly, ‘I prefer you over everything else.’

You suppose it’s his way of saying ‘I love you.’ You’ll take it. You’ll take anything.

Eddie likes quality time and acts of service. Honestly, the boy himself is a walking pastiche of all five love languages. He is love, he is kind, and he is yours. Your metalhead wonderboy, the unstoppable and fiery twenty-year old with the biggest heart and an even bigger determination to finally get his diploma, a gentle nerd with chestnut-haired locks that bounce on his silly head whenever he walks because he constantly has a pep in his step ever since he’s met you. 

If only Hawkins felt the same. You don’t know how many hours it’s been since the whole town — both metaphorically and literally— has lit their torches and grabbed their shotguns in search of your boyfriend, but the peace takes away from the chaos that is the witch hunt for a nonexistent cult leader. 

He’s just a boy. 

And now it’s just the two of you. Here, alone at the edge of Lover’s Lake, sitting atop a blue tarp inside this flimsy, hanging boat while Robin, Steve, Dustin, and Max have gone out to get some supplies.

The birds are chirping, the clouds part in the bluing sky, the water ripples pleasantly while you admire the quiet and Eddie admires you. He squishes his face against the heel of his palm, eyes pinned on your sunken look, the way your stare falls on the wet leaves beneath your once-white shoes. 

The boat swings ever-so-slightly as he nudges your thigh with his knee. His voice is barely above a whisper, raspy and cracked but seeping with adoration. “Hey, you.” 

You smile, and so does Eddie as soon as he sees a flash of your teeth. “Hey, yourself.”

“What’s going on in that big, fat brain of yours? Hm?”

He scoots over, engulfing your hand with his. You lean your cheek on his shoulder, lashes fluttering with bliss and mouth twitching into a soft grin when you feel his lips stow a tender kiss to your scalp. 

“Oh, thoughts. You wouldn’t know.” You coo teasingly. He eagerly runs his thumb over your knuckles, keen to the chipped black polish on your nails before he’s turning your fingers over and tracing the lines on your palm.

“Well, maybe… if you shared said thoughts with me, babe… I might finally get inspiration to conjure some up for myself.” Eddie shrugs, nuzzling his head against yours. He lets out a chuckle when he hears a faint thrum coming from the headphones around your neck, tangled wires leading to the beat-up walkman on your lap. “Still this song?”

Valentine’s Day. Bruce Springsteen.

Funny.

He thinks back to your second date — a date that was meant to be formal, or so he thought. Showed at your front door with a button-up, sleeves rolled and a pinstripe vest that was such a contrast to your Metallica shirt and baggy jeans. He remembers having hotwired a fancy car, just to impress you, only for that damned song to come on the radio as soon as you buckled yourself in.

Eddie replays your laugh from that night over and over again. Fuck, he’s blushing just thinking about it.

You glance at the horizon. “S’comforting, I suppose. Makes me think of you and… not all that other stuff. Like the stuff they say about you. The assumptions.” 

“Well… what they say… I don’t know…” He sighs, playing with the matching skull ring on your hand. There’s a flicker of affliction in his dark pupils, a dilemma evident on the sudden furrow of his brows as you nervously turn to look at each other. “Do — do you think they’re right?”

You purse your lips into a pained frown and reach up to cup his cheek. “I know you better than anyone else, Eds. They’re not even close. Not one bit.”

“They don’t know me.” He pulls you closer, breath fanning over your chin as he holds you by the nape of your neck like a lifeline. 

Unsinkable. Unwavering. You’re the buoy, but he hates being the crashing tide.

“They don’t.”

“No, they don’t know me like you know me.” Eddie rasps, and you swear you see tears in his eyes as he blinks up to meet your gaze. You touch foreheads, squeezing and tugging at each other’s hands until you feel his plump lips ghost over your own. “You just know me, Y/N.” He nudges the bridge of his nose against yours, his porcelain skin soft under your fingertips while something of a whimper escapes him. “Can I kiss you? I’m sorry, I… fuck, I must look like an absolute mess. But god, when am I not? It’s just… you’re so perfect, and you’re here. You’re here right now, and you never — never run from me.”

You brush his hair back, tucking the curly strands behind his ears. “I would never run from you.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” He laughs against your skin, gaze fixating on your tongue before he’s gently nipping at your bottom lip. “Cause I’d say I’m a pretty good runner. I’d catch you, alright. Scout’s honor.”

“Okay.” You breathe out. “Catch me, then.” 

Your hand jolts out from behind you to grasp onto the side of the boat as Eddie lurches forward and cradles your face in his palms. His mouth is warm, gentle but all at once needy and rushed. His lips are an invitation to seeing what he really feels — terrified, nervous, uncertain. He has nothing to worry about, not when you’re here, not when everyone is trying to keep him safe.

He’s safe. He’s safe. He’s safe.

He may be the crashing tide, but he’s what keeps you moving. 

Wherever his touch wanders, you swear his fingerprints sear themselves into you. Your hip. Your thigh. Your belly and the dip in your collarbone. His lips burn even more, hot against the junction of your neck, leaving rose-colored hickies and bitemarks pricking at your skin like thorns of a stem. 

You could lose yourself in him. 

Just as long as you don’t lose him.

“Eds… I…” You hesitantly break away, arms still wounded over his shoulders as he keeps you planted on his lap. “I think I’m gonna need you.”

“You think or you know?”

“Know.” Your eyes are pleading. “I just really need you from here on out.” His heart nearly splits at the sight. “Don’t wanna lose you, to whatever this is, to whatever’s going on.”

He hooks his thumb underneath your chin. Assurance falling from his tongue as if he knew of the unknown. “We’re gonna be okay, yeah? You’re not losing me. Can’t get rid of me that easily when I plan on holdin’ out till graduation, right?” 

“Oh, just graduation?” You giggle, shying from the way he pecks the corners of your lips. “And after?”

“After… hm… well, I don’t know what’s after.” Eddie grins widely, brows shooting up while his head blissfully lolls to the side and he trails his gaze over your features. “But that’s why I have you. We can always figure out what’s after. Together. I don’t mind not having an after just yet as long as it’s us in the end.”

You nod. “Okay.”

He nods back. “Okay.”

Then he’s pulling you back in for another kiss. No longer a crashing tide, but a tranquil wave crawling to shore. Soothing. Gentle. Enough for you to swim into him and come back out. You moan into him, nearly yelping as your bodies come pummeling to the floor of the little boat. 

There’s leaves in his hair, you’re straddling him, music echoing from your headphones even as you toss them aside and let Eddie wrap his inked arms around your waist. It’s clumsy, far from adorable or perfect, but it’s romantic. It feels like Valentine’s Day. It feels like apple blossoms and utterances of flower languages. Orchards in the summer. Hotwired cars and mismatched outfits. Metallica and Springsteen.

“Y/N?” 

I know you. I know you. I know you.

“Yeah?”

They don’t know me like you know me.

“I… I love you over everything else.”

You’ll take it. You’ll take it and run with it. Ignore that damned feeling of doom in the back of your head. Ignore the sensation of your throat tightening whenever he speaks to you, the weight of his words and that hopeful glint in his brown eyes.

Above all. Above everything. Love is enough.

“I love you over everything else, Eddie Munson.”

[frozen-coffee-chaos]

28 Hot Takes:

The glorification of a 24/7 dynamic via tumblr is disgusting to me & the reason I will never do it IRL again.

The amount of people who don’t understand the true definition of “intimacy” is super depressing.

Fantasizing about r@pe kink, CNC kink, @buse kink, and anything else of the sort is not consent to actually do that to someone. It’s not that simple & how glorified it seems on tumblr is disgusting.

If I posted shit months ago & you DM me about it, I have no fucking clue what you’re referring to and will ghost you cause I cba to scroll back and guess which of 12 posts you could be referring to.

Labeling yourself as a “Misogynist” even if it’s your kink is a red flag. So much better to state “Misogyny kink” btw.

Race play is disgusting. As an American Indian it’s super gross to fetishize my race when my fellow natives are still dealing with a massive gen0c!de.

Sexualizing and doing sexual things in little space is borderline Ped0phil!a imo.

There’s wayyyy too many people who say their age is 18 on here that if I’m suspicious of you, I block you. Idc if you’re actually 18 or not.

Sexualization of any mental health issue is disgusting and I wish you the worst.

Majority of the men on here should understand that you’re talking with real people.

Your “character” for your “Dom side” is a red flag & a double red flag if you call it that.

Blaming your Dom side is blaming yourself and telling me that you’re @busiv3 btw.

A lot of y’all need to do a better job of talking about aftercare and safety associated with harder kinks. All you’re doing is creating a warped reality for people and harming others.

It’s obvious when you are more into rough sex rather than bdsm.

It’s depressing how many doms I’ve had to lie to in order to end a scene because you were too horny and ignored me stating I’m not comfortable continuing.

It’s hilarious the amount of y’all who tell people to make a pinned post, then never read them.

We can also tell when you don’t read our pinned posts btw & I will shame you for it.

It’s hilarious to see how subs clarify they’re virgins but doms will never do so, even if it’s obvious.

It’s incredibly clear to me when you’ve done BDSM in person and when you found this on p0rn hub and now you want every Jane Doe to drop on her knees and serve you. Does not work that way btw.

B3ast!ality is not an okay kink, it’s fucking disgusting and if you share where you’re from… I do grab your IP and report you to your local police & make an anon tip to the FBI. Or just the FBI if you’re international.

I’m not here to deal with your insecurities. If we get along and seem to be friends, it’s a maybe at that point. But if you slide in and consistently bring up that girls don’t like how you look AND YOU LOOK LIKE A BASIC WHITE GUY, I genuinely don’t give a fuck and it’s a major turn off.

If you fetishize my sexuality (lesbian), you’re disgusting. No you can’t watch, pornhubs free asshat.

Sissies are annoying as hell, have often refused to take no for an answer, disrespect me and my boundaries the most, and overall just ain’t it.

Male switches who mostly sub, when y’all tried to Dom me… it was clear you were mostly a sub.

IF MY POST STATES IM A LESBIAN AND YOURE A MAN DONT SLIDE IN CAUSE IM GOING TO SHAME THE FUCK OUT OF YOU!

If you’re super into !nc3st to a point where you actually talk about your family members & share what state your from… I also report you to the state police and the FBI. If you’re international I report you to the FBI cause they can pass it off correctly.

As someone who has been in 2 sex cults now, it’s not as fun as you think. It’s actually depressing as hell and super abus!ve & I block you if you’re into it.

If you use the “t33n wh0r3” tag I assume you’re underage and block you instantly. Idc if your blog states your 29, I still block you.

[blusandbirds]

writing patterns game!

tagged by @zannolin to post the first sentences of the last ten fics i posted and see what it says about how i start stories! this is actually really interesting, i've never thought about it before

1.) On a genuinely beautiful day in Philadelphia, two weeks before the end of the school year, all of Billy’s siblings pile into the Vasquez van for Mary to drive them to Binder Square Park for some fresh air and sunshine. (the worms and me)

2.) Natasha Trace is not a woman in the habit of feeling stupid. (you're making me uneasy (so maybe you can see me))

3.) Hawk’s only awake at 2:00 AM because yesterday, he and Demetri fucked up their sleep schedules playing through a Dungeon Master special event campaign that took them until seven in the morning to complete. (close to you)

4.) It's Wednesday, computer lab day for the fourth graders, and the dimly lit room is a symphony of clacking keyboards and whirring fans as Mrs. Harrington's class diligently works their way through Accelerated Reader tests. (hey princess)

5.) It’s all gone to shit. (keep me in a cool, dry place)

6.) Here’s a truth: Mick’s never had a dad. ((so anyway) dont be a stranger)

7.) It’s like a math problem. (anything in between)

8.) Robby Keene is exactly the kind of boy Eli Moskowitz would have a crush on. (see you later boy)

9.) Pale December light creeps in through the cracks in the blinds of the Machado apartment's guest room. (this is a sandwich about love)

10.) It's the night before The Mission and Hangman can't seem to settle. (only say my name (it will be held against you))

this is actually really interesting. "it's all gone to shit" made me giggle though i should start more stories like that. i think that usually the first line is like, a pretty broad scene/scenario settling statement that narrows down into the point of the fic. i never start with dialogue which i feel like i knew but is interesting to see. im actually really glad the first line of my six plus one isnt here because i HATE that first line but cannot bring myself to change it after so long. it's funny because a lot of them are very run on but you can kind of tell which ones i wrote to post on tumblr first because their first sentences are very short and sharp (that'd be 2 5 and 7). i enjoy starting with an "it's" in particular because honestly 1 could easily say "it's" instead of "on," probably need to change that up.

tagging @kermit-coded @quesadillayuri and anybody else who sees who wants to join!

[eyelessfaces]

try

eddie munson x reader

part 1

this one shot is the part 2 to this but can be read separately, though it might be better if you have the whole context :)

summary: you're invited to a very boring party but unexpectedly run into eddie. he makes it his personal mission to make you spend a good night.

warnings: alcohol, smoking and i think that's it but please tell me if you can think of anything else while reading!

tags: gender neutral reader, kinda enemies to lovers (since its the sequel to an enemies to lovers lol but they dont really hate each other in this one its more like. lots of teasing.), reader is obviously in love with eddie but is very oblivious about it, reader's friend is lowkey an asshole, eddie cares about you a lot <3

word count: 3.9k

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

The incessant buzzing of conversations around the huge room made it hard for you to concentrate on your friend's words. You were just nodding idly and absent mindedly each time she closed her mouth again. Your eyes were fixed on her plate, while your hand unconsciously fiddled with your fork, slowly tearing up in pieces the awful food you had given up on eating.

Not that you weren't interested in what your friend had to say; your mind was just somewhere else. The problem was, you didn't know where and why.

"Thank you for doing this. I was very nervous at the idea of going there alone." you friend declared, and it was the first time since a while that you heard one of her sentences loud and clear.

You frowned as your eyes widened, not sure what the conversation was about.

"Sorry what?" you asked shaking your head as to come back to your senses. "I didn't follow all the way through" you admitted then immediately proceeded to purse your lips in guilt as she sighed faintly.

"The party. That has been the main focus of our conversation, or should I say my conversation, for the past few minutes" she said as she sank into her chair, crossing her arms.

"Sorry. Do you mind rewinding it all the way through, I wasn't really there" you said putting down your fork and joining your hands as your elbows rested on the table, as if it could help you focus on what she had to say again.

"Yeah I figured" she said before emptying her glass of water. "I was saying," she started explaining wiping her mouth with the end of her sleeve. "My boyfriend is inviting me to this party, and he really wants me to come but" she squinted thinking about the rest of her explaination. "His friends are... Nerds. Boring" she said giving a dismissive wave of her hand. "And I really need to go to this party because we haven't been together for long and I don't wanna start off this relationship with the wrong foot" she explained supporting your gaze as if she was waiting for you to say something.

You vividly nodded, trying to show your interest, not wanting to disappoint her again. You had apparently already agreed to go to this party, so you couldn't chicken out now.

"Yeah. I'll go with you. Keep you company and shit" you said with a single approval nod.

"Good!" she said smiling at you.

You quickly smiled back at her and got lost in your own head again. You didn't know what was holding you back from reality.

Your eyes darted over the cafeteria's crowd and stopped at a specific table.

Eddie Munson was at the end of it, crouched on his chair, throwing hands as he seemed to be passionately ranting to his group of friends.

You unconsciously smiled to yourself and looked back down at your plate, your eyes widening when you realized what you just did.

---

You looked through the window, elbow on the edge of the car window, head resting in the palm of your hand as your friend parked in front of the house of a guy she barely knew.

"Here we go" she sang as she pulled the brake and turned off contact.

"I'm gonna need to get either high or drunk as fuck if I want this party to be funny" you blurted out, unhurriedly turning your head at her, making a bored face.

"You never know, maybe you'll have the time of your life" she said smiling at you sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes back at her and laughed before getting out of the car.

You both walked up to the garden path and rang at the door as you could hear the faint noise of muffled music inside. A stranger answered the door, probably whom the house belonged to, you figured. Your eyebrows slightly raised in surprise as you noticed he had the same tshirt Eddie wore sometimes, the one with the devil. You blinked in disbelief when you realized how ridiculous it was that you noticed such small and insignificant details. And why the hell did you even notice this and made the comparison.

He let you inside and you were actually surprised when you saw how many people were there. They must have been friends-of-friends, just like you, because the different types of different people all gathered here was uncanny.

You sighed and put your hands in your jeans back pockets as your friend left to run to her boyfriend, meaning you would barely see her for the rest of the night now. You would be lying if you said you weren't expecting this to happen. You turned to your feet and scanned the room in hope to spot anyone you would at least know a bit, even an acquaintance, but in vain. The thought of immediately leaving the party crossed your mind but you quickly shook it off as you remembered you needed your friend for the ride home.

The only thing left to do was to pour yourself a drink and maybe try to chat with people who didn't seem so hostile. Try. As in "do as much as your social anxiety allows you to."

You sighed, already bored of this party, and walked to the table displaying all of the drinks and picked a beer.

"Hand me one" you jumped as you felt an arm wrapping around your shoulders. You hastily turned and ended up facing Eddie, widely smiling at you. "Didn't mean to scare you, sorry" he said as he quickly removed his hand with a guilty look. Your heart skipped a bit and you sighed in relief.

"You're fine, I just didn't expect you to be here" you said as you opened and handed him your beer before turning to pick yourself a new one and do the same.

"Yeah I could have guessed" he said gesturing to his face with a funny expression, mocking you.

"Ha-ha." you replied with a fake annoyed look before bringing the bottle to your lips, taking a sip of the beer.

"So what are you doing here" he asked raising his chin at you.

"Mh, I was dragged here" you said nodding. "You?" you asked as you were genuinely wondering what he was doing at a party like this, with lots of popular people and jocks, as you knew how much he despised them.

"Dragged? I'm having a D&D tournament" he said pulling his jacket aside to reveal the famous devil tshirt.

"Hellfire club?" you read then raised an eyebrow looking back at him.

"Leader and founder" he said bowing, extending his arms to the side with a proud smile on his face.

"Wow. Impressive" you said before taking another sip of your beer.

"This better not be sarcasm" he said looking down at you before drinking too.

"Or else what" you said chuckling, eyeing him up and down.

"Or else I'll turn into the devil like everyone expects me to and I'll haunt you for the rest of your life" he said eyes wide open, smiling with full teeth.

"Oh my god I'm so scared right now" you exclamed bringing a hand to your mouth. "This is sarcasm" you said removing your hand from your mouth to point a finger at him. His smile dropped and he rolled his eyes before smiling again, raising his beer at a guy who had the same tshirt as him. "You guys look like a cult" you said watching the guy pass by as you leaned against the table, putting your beer on it and crossing your arms.

"Shut up" he said throwing his head back to take a long sip of his beer. You watched as the muscles of his neck tensed and his ringed hand clasped on the bottle, but came back to your senses when you realized you were heavily staring. You still thought this was fairly attractive, as much as you hated admitting that to yourself. He lowered his head back and licked his lips in reflexion. "If you wanna come and watch, you can" he said shrugging.

You tilted your head to the side, considering his offer.

"Why not. But it's only because I have nothing else to do, don't go thinking I care about your interests" you said throwing him a nasty smile.

"Of course." he said bowing his head and pursing his lips. "Forgot you hated me for a minute, be careful, you were being too nice" he smiled, raising his eyebrows before drinking again.

---

The game was taking place in the basement. The atmosphere was peculiar, it really felt like a cult to you, the lights were dim as to blend with the atmosphere of the game. You kinda felt out of place.

You had the confirmation that Eddie was the leader, because everyone in the room seemed to put some respect to his name, treating him like a superior. You knew Eddie was kind but some of the kids looked nervous just being around him. And you knew how it felt. Too well.

You were sitting on a scruffy sofa and watching the game from a distance. You had been there for a while now. You hadn't really been honest with Eddie, because you were actually intrigued. You knew you would probably never play Dungeons and Dragons simply because you would be terrible at it but you wanted to learn and understand what he liked, and you couldn't deny the fact that it looked fun and the dynamics looked interesting.

You watched Eddie sat at the end of the table, feet up on it, arms crossed as he nodded to what a younger kid was making up for his character's progression. You immediately looked away when Eddie's look drifted to you and you cleared your throat lightly in embarassment. Was your look that heavy or was it just a coincidence? You glanced to your right when you felt someone plop next to you in the couch.

"God I've been looking for you through the whole house, I wasn't expecting to find you there" your friend sighed tilting her head to the side in surprise. You shifted and laid your elbow on the back of the couch. "What are you doing here?" she asked harshly before you could even open your mouth.

"What are you doing here. Thought you didn't like nerdy stuff" you said throwing your chin at the game table.

One of the younger kids sat at the table brought his pointer finger to his mouth and shushed you, as the game was coming to a tense phase. You raised your hands as if you had been caught doing something bad and turned back to your friend.

"Not my choice" she whispered as her look darted over to her boyfriend. "Why are you doing this to yourself. Don't tell me it's free will" she said with a stern look.

"Sir Munson leader of the club brought me here. And I actually find this quite interesting" you said looking at the long haired man who was focused leading the game behind his book of roles.

"So you guys get along now huh" she questioned raising her eyebrows almost condescendingly. "With Eddie 'The Freak' Munson"

"Yeah we better if I want this party to be at least entertaining and not spend it on my own" you chuckled looking away, jabbing at her, on your guard.

"What do you mean" she asked trying to be oblivious when you were almost sure she knew what you meant.

"Come on. Don't act like you don't know" you sighed rolling your eyes, still not looking at her. "Sprinting to your boyfriend the second you see him, leaving me here like a garbage bag on the side of the street" you mumbled under you breath loud enough for her to hear you.

"You're dramatic. I told you my boyfriend would be here, of course I'm gonna stay with him"

You looked at her, hurt, and you would have been delighted to take a picture of the offended face she threw you.

"I don't even know why you asked me to come to this stupid party then" you said turning again to avoid her defensive look.

"Come on, I've been looking for you for ages!" she whisper yelled at you.

"Yeah, sure, for ages, but just since your boyfriend left to play D&D, otherwise you wouldn't have tried" you hissed getting up from the couch, trying to keep your voice low to not disturb the game. The mission had failed successfully as the whole attention was on you now. "Sorry boys, don't mind me" you said raising a hand before taking the stairs to leave the confined space.

---

You struggled to slalom through the crowd but you were in desperate need of some alcohol to drown the nasty feeling of being left out and used for the sole purpose of other people's interest, as dramatic as it sounded. You bumped into a girl and apologized immediately but you doubted she registered as you had barely been able to hear your own words over the loud sound of Easy Lover by Phil Collins blasting in the whole house. You got to the alcohol table and poured yourself whatever was within your reach.

You couldn't figure out if it was anger or just the heat radiating off the crowd but you were in desperate need of some fresh air, so you made your way out and exited the house, leaning against its facade, your cup in hand.

You closed your eyes as the fresh air of the night hit your cheeks. It was soothing, and you let out a long sigh before taking a sip of the burning drink you had picked. You shook your head as you rewinded the scene of what had just happened. You let yourself slide down against the wall to sit down on the concrete.

You considered walking home, even if it was far from here. It was in those type of moments you hated yourself for not wanting to take your license test. You'd just do anything to leave this stupid party and go home to curl up in your bed.

---

Eddie got up from his chair and put on his jacket again. "Do you mind wrapping up without me? I've got stuff to do" he asked the group of boys in front of him while pushing his chair back under the table.

"Wasn't the ending a bit rushed?" one of the teenagers asked getting up extending his arm to the game.

"I have things to do, didn't you just hear me?" the man asked rhetorically, hissing at the boy. "We'll just play longer next time, okay Dustin?" he affirmed tilting his head forward.

The other boy sighed and nodded before starting to clean the table.

Eddie left the basement running up the stairs, taking two steps at the time. He arrived to the ground floor, immediately met with a sea of heads. He looked around then quickly decided to progress and search through every room. You were nowhere to be seen, so he got out of the house to light himself a cigarette to smoke and huffed of surprise when he saw you were there.

"Ha you're here. You okay?" he asked walking to you.

You shifted to look at him and rolled your eyes.

"You're obsessed with me Munson." you sighed bringing your cup to your mouth. "Don't you have other people to look after"

"Okay I'll leave" he said stepping back, claping on his thigh as he turned the other way.

"No okay please don't" you said twitching your mouth in regret. "I didn't mean to be so rude, sorry"

"I guess I'll need to get used to it" he mumbled smiling while sitting down next to you.

"Yeah sorry" you said slowly rubbing your forehead nervously.

He snatched your cup from your hand and took a sip of it. You smiled lightly at his action and he turned to you.

"What" he croaked out, almost drooling with the drink.

You laughed and shook your head frantically.

"Nothing" you said smiling to yourself.

"So what happened. With your friend" he asked handing you your cup back.

You grabbed it and put it down on the ground.

You sighed loudly and rested your arms on your knees. "She brought me to this stupid party because she didn't want to go alone and now she ignores me all night long." you said furrowing your brows. "I didn't even want to go"

"So this is what you meant when you said you were dragged here"

"Yup" you replied with a single nod.

"I mean. You're right, this is a stupid party, why is even half of the fucking school here?" he whined gesturing to the house. "And with all due respect, I think your friend is a bitch for ditching you" he said pursing his lips looking at his feet.

"Yeah. You've been more present to me tonight than she has. When she's supposed to be my friend and you're just some guy I still hated weeks ago" you chuckled before grabbing and drinking from your cup.

"'Just some guy'? Ouch" he exclaimed hitting his chest as if he stabbed himself.

You laughed and punched his side playfully.

You sighed and looked back at him.

"So did you win your game?" you asked tilting your head to the side.

He laughed. "You never really win a game. It's like a story, a quest, and you decide to end it whenever you want to. And you can pick up the story where you left it off the next time you play."

"Oh" you laughed dropping your head.

He laughed and pat your back softly before picking up your cup again.

Then it went silent between you. Not an awkward silence. A soothing silence, a light silence that let you appreciate each other's presence without having to say a single word. Eddie had so many things to say, as usual, but felt the need to repress them. He knew that even thought he had been able to make you smile, this whole thing about your friend hurt you. So he kept his mouth shut and let the silence flow between you, as hard as it was for him to shut his mouth for a few.

The sky was dark now, but you could still distinguish some stars despite the street lamps. You smiled faintly as you spotted the Big Dipper.

"Listen, do you want me to drive you back home?" Eddie asked out of nowhere.

"No I'm fine, just enjoy your night here. I'll find a way" you said still looking at the sky.

"I did what I had to do, I can give you a ride. Nerd's night is over, if I go back inside I'll just be surrounded by stupid basketball players that think I'm Satan's servant" he said raising his brows in loathing. "I don't belong here anymore"

You grinned at him and nodded.

"I guess I never even belonged so okay, let's leave."

---

The ride was silent. You didn't even glance at Eddie once, as if if you did you would be cursed or something. You only spoke to give him instructions on where to turn. You didn't know why you felt so nervous around him all of sudden. You guessed you were getting tired. Paranoid by Black Sabbath was softly blasting through the speakers, and you knew for a fact that if you weren't here it would have been at full volume.

Eddie parked in front of your house and you undid your seatbelt. Your head shifted to finally look at him and you pursed your lips in reflection. You quickly came to the conclusion that you didn't want to let him go. There was something precious about him, something that made you feel safe and comforted you in being around him. You couldn't let him go yet.

"Eddie" you called and he turned to you, his big brown eyes piercing right through you.

"Mh?" he hummed, turning off contact.

"Do you wanna come?" you proposed pointing behind you with your thumb. "Smoke and chat on the porch?"

"Oh I try not to smoke weed if I need to drive sorry" he said smiling softly.

You laughed. "I mean regular cigs. Do you ever smoke them or?"

He closed his eyes, raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side.

"From time to time, it happens..." he joked undoing his seatbelt too.

You both got out of his car and sat on your porch steps. You handed him a cigarette as you put yours between your lips, covering it from the faint wind to light it.

He gestured for you to do the same and you laughed wholeheartedly as you purposefully made it hard for him to light it as he chased the flame with his mouth, struggling, considering he had no control over the placement of the lighter. You granted him peace and eventually joined the lighter to the tip of his cigarette.

You let the sticks consume in the same peaceful silence as earlier.

Once you were done with your cigarette, you crushed it to the ground and tossed it aside. You turned to Eddie and smiled at him.

"Thank you for tonight. For everything you've done" you said as you watched him blow his smoke.

"My pleasure, really" he said putting his hand to his heart dramatically.

"I'm serious Eddie. I owe you, you made my night so much better" you said nodding, blinking in recognition.

He turned to look at you and worn an upside down smile. "Well, consider this an apology for constantly annoying you and getting on your nerves for the past few months" he said shrugging.

You smiled brightly and your head sank to his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you without even thinking about it twice.

He slowly finished his cigarette as you carefully observed every movement of his ringed hands. There was something facinating about them. The way his fingers pinched and embraced the orange part of the cigarette, the way he made the ashes fall and then the way he scratched the end of it against the ground.

He slowly removed his hand from around you and used your shoulder to get up.

"I guess I should go now" he declared looking down at you, pulling his hand out to help you up and putting the other in his jacket pocket.

"Okay" you whispered nodding, grabbing his hand to get up too. "Don't go yet, I need something to happen before you leave" you said facing him.

He frowned with his signature oblivious expression and you smiled before immediately leaning to kiss him. You cupped his face as you crashed your lips against his, the smell of cigarette still floating around.

You had been thinking about doing this all night long if you were being honest. And you would have hated yourself for letting him go without doing it, but you started worrying and thinking it was a bad idea when you realized he didn't react to it. At all.

You pulled away and frowned before you saw the corner of his mouth turn into a smirk. He didn't give you time to think further as he did the exact same thing you did earlier. He kissed you back, but rougher, and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

He pulled away from your mouth and smiled fully as he held your face between his hands. You breathed out and smiled back at him, happy you dared to do this.

"I told you we would get along if we actually tried" he whispered resting his hands on your shoulders.

You nodded, hating to admit he was right.

As unexpected as it was, this night had ended up on a much better note.

And maybe Eddie 'The Freak' Munson wasn't so bad after all, so you could finally admit how you truly felt about him.

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[maddsmallow]

hi im gonna complain about people seeing hank and connor as father and son under the break so if you see them like that maybe dont read. like you do you but if this is gonna upset you then. dont fuckin read it lmao

if tumblr puts this in the fucking tags even tho i didnt tag it 1) im sorry, and 2) im gonna be fucking pissed im just trying to vent on my own got dang blog

cropped out the person who made these tags because i dont even know them and also im not a fucking asshole thats gonna put someone on blast like that but. this is the EXACT problem i have with hank and connor as father/son. i dont even mind connor seeing hank as a mentor or something like that (even tho i personally disagree with using the term "father figure"), but it's the "connor is like a new chance for hank to be a dad" that fucking gets me. do you not see all the different CANON reasons why that works completely against hank's character, and takes away connor's say in the whole situation?? hank IS a dad. he's a dad to a dead boy. basically his whole fuckin personality is him mourning over the loss of cole because he loves him SO much. you think he's gonna cling to the first mentee he's had since cole's death and immediately have him replace his dead fucking child? that's like, making hank give into some kind of fucked up delusion. that's mentol illness luv. imagine misunderstanding a character THAT badly.

and that isnt even getting into the whole "you're taking away all of connor's agency as a fully grown adult man" thing. he's not a child. he's an android that was activated only a few months ago, sure, but he was literally created to be like 27-33 or something. he deals with guns. he looks at pole dancers at the eden club. he works with murder scenes. you literally ARE taking away all of his agency as an adult man by seeing him as some little puppyboy that needs a dad to take care of him.

i mean of course you can take these characters and do whatever you want with them outside of canon, they're basically just barbie dolls lmao. but to claim that it's CANON that hank would think of connor as his own literal son, that he thinks that before the game's even over?? absolutely fucking not. those jokes of hank being like "who's my son?" and connor answering "me:)" and hank's relationship bar goes up, it's cute i guess but if that happened in the game? if that was a real choice in the game? hank would've shot connor without a second fucking thought. hell no hank would've thought connor was anything CLOSE to what cole was to him. hank straight up would've murdered the real connor and not even been upset about it when sixty told him so. david cage can eat my entire ass for agreeing that they're father and son, he just said that because he's a homophobic piece of shit, and that's literally the ONLY thing ever to point at them having that sort of relationship.

and i'm not gonna sit here and be like "but anyways here's all the reasons hank and connor are TOTALLY in love" because i dont actually think that's canon either. i'm just playing with them like barbie dolls lmao. my problem is people taking subtext that doesnt fucking exist of them being "like father and son" and claiming it's the be all end all of their whole relationship. their view of them as father and son is the ONLY way to see them. which is just not fucking true. there's NOTHING in canon to support them as being anything but close friends or enemies. that's it. and then they come onto these posts about hankcon, which obviously have NOTHING to do with them since they dont ship it, and tell the OP who ships them "fuck you." like?? you could have just scrolled. you could have just kept fucking scrolling. you fool. you moron. what happened to ship and let ship. just fucking move on, jesus christ. stop taking the time and effort out of your day to go out of your way to 1) make yourself upset by seeing this content and not just blacklisting it and blocking the posters, and 2) making someone else upset that you took the time to be a shithead on something that obviously wasn't even meant for you but made THEM happy. just stop !!! log off!! touch grass!! and this goes for hankcon shippers who do the same!! what the fuck is wrong with you!! we're all just here to vibe and love on these dork ass characters!!!!! fuck !!!!!!!!!!!

also it's super cringe when bryan dechart is playing the game and you're all screaming "wow best father son duo everrrrr" in the chat as if that also doesnt make bryan uncomfortable because he's gotta be super fucking careful about how he fuckin speaks about his character to everyone and not piss off all the rabid father-sonners by insinuating they're only friends. just. shut the fuck up. hankcon shippers who try to shove it in other people's faces also need to shut the fuck up. jesus fucking christ

IN OTHER WORDS. old man yells at cloud is basically me rn

^actual pic of me

anyways here's a cookie 🍪

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIII DUDE good afternoon how r u how's the tokyo ghoul rewatch going!! i would. Love 2 hear ur ghostkicks and/or tg thoughts literally at any given time. taking ur joke tags absolutely dead serious because im trying 2 figure out How To Write Them currebtly & we're doin a bit of wrangling in the google doc 😭.

u know i have the brainrot so so so badly because im on episode 3 of tg and all i can think is "i can make a pd au out of this" so im feeling rlly normal abt it basically. im blaming it on unravel.

ANYWAY. ANYWAY. ANYWAY. YEAH. HI. GHOSTKICKS. they are soooooo. tired depressed introvert gets adopted by a loud bubbly extrovert trope. at least on the surface. like how they behave at school in season 1. thinkin abt jimmy going "what is UP with bro behind u" and william just ominously lurking there. and how dakota defends him later !!!!!!!! idk how much of this youve gotten to yet bc i dont remember when it actually comes up in canon bc its such an ingrained part of his character but dakota is soooooo. guard dog coded. this hits especially hard in the "what if pd were villains" oneshot but its sooooo prevalent in canon too.

they both hold each other in the highest respect. william sees dakota as the prime (ha) example of what a hero should be. hes brave hes kind he does his best to protect everyone no matter what. hes all the things that william Isnt. BUT !!!! dakota also looks up to him !!! hes so smart hes good at problem solving hes so curious about everything and asking questions and poking his nose into things that nobody else would even consider. dakota knows hes not smart so he automatically looks to william whenever he needs a plan or someone to tell him what to do when he feels lost. they complement each other and they dont even !!!!! know it !!!!!!!

also regarding williams powers. fuck dude. season 1 he was so fucking scared of himself and ashamed of the things he could do . he hid every time he had to use wisp form !!! but dakota always thought it was so cool and was not QUIET about it. boy went fucking STAR EYES the first time he saw wisp form !!!!!! i will never stop thinking abt the first rolled for season 2 where charlie goes "if dakota hadnt left, he probably wouldve been able to convince william to keep using his powers and not to completely disregard their existence like he has been" and . considering what william is like in season 2... god this wouldve been a COMPLETELY different fucking campaign. theyre so. incredibly soulmates to me. theyre so important to each other theyd do anything for each other. i cant say too much more without accidentally giving you spoilers bc i WILL keep talking and not be able to shut up but GOD fuck ghostkicks enjoyers eat so well in the latter half of s2. moirails. 2 me !!!!!!!