#they hang out in the vents and have life chats

[srapsodia]

Do you guys see my vision. Do you see it.

[saltinesinsoup]

(guy who’s overthinking voice): what haha nooo i’m not overthinking

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hey! i hope your doing well, i would love to see anything fluffy for mike (headcanons, blurbs, whatever you feel like suits it most!) - he deserves the whole world and sm more to me 😭

A/N: I get youuuu, hope you enjoy 😁 started off with the relationship hcs but let me know if you wanna see anything more specific!!

Warnings: FNAF movie spoilers, mentions of violence

⋆✮ Dating Mike Schmidt Includes: ✮⋆

➳ Mike's been through a hell of a lot ever since his little brother got kidnapped, so I'm seeing major protectiveness and sometimes even clinginess involved from him when you end up dating because 😭 guy's been through stuff and he's not letting anyone else he's close to get hurt

➳ To be honest, at first he's pretty closed-off with people, vulnerable with a tough exterior, so if you meet him in some scenario where you're tied up with the Freddy's murders and job, he'll try to be distant and professional and all... ending up failing 🙃

➳ Eventually you start. talking more about personal things, hobbies your lives, and he'll mention his sister Abby and having to take the job because he needs the money and is in the middle of the custody situation with his sister. He's got a lot going on and the trauma of what happened all those years ago still wringing at his guilt, so being able to talk with someone who doesn't judge in a relaxed place is a nice change for him having to be on guard all the time.

➳ When Mike befriends you, which is what happens first, he's got your back. If you need someone to vent to or hang out with or whatever, he'll do whatever he can to help, and when it comes to you being in a sticky situation or someone trying to hurt you or play you, he always seems to realise and is in no way afraid of confrontation to get them to back off.

➳ Like if William tries sizing you up a bit... and Mike gets annoyed with that cool, defensive glare as he asks if he needs anything (I've got to make an imagine of this nowwww). I think Mike would only realise that he's actually jealous if you teased about it, or if he really loses his temper with someone that's not leaving you alone or something. Then it really nags at him and makes him think about actually liking you as more than a friend, and then that initial reluctance because everyone he gets close to seems to have something bad happen to them, like it's a curse. At the end of the day, he just wants you to be safe.

➳ It would take something big for Mike to confess to you, unless you take the first step (aka Abby begging you to tell him you like him too because she's getting bored of him not concentrating on what she's talking to him about or the conversation somehow curving to you and the stuff you're into). Maybe you're attacked at Freddy's and you're all in on the crisis together when Mike stands firmly in front of you when William reveals himself, or he shoves you out the way so you won't get hurt, ultimately jumping in front of the threat without a worry of him getting hit instead. It's then that he realises how much he needs you in his life, how he needs you alive because you add some joy to it that he hasn't felt in all these years, a change from the darkness that his head's stuck in.

➳ It all comes out of him in a rush as he looks you up and down with wild eyes and a firm grip, asking if you're alright and saying in a rush that "you're one of the most important people in the world to me, and I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt... I- I couldn't live with myself, okay?!"

➳ Okayyy Mike, just kiss them 😏

➳ After you fight Afton together and get Vanessa looked after, you can finally breathe and properly start dating, which includes that familiar protectiveness and slight clinginess... and also being best friends with his little sister, which you 100% would be. You'd spend time drawing or chatting or playing random games while Mike was out working, eliminating the need for a babysitter because you're the perfect fit and get along with her great. And when he is home, you do a lot of stuff together, like a mini family, and there's finally that security and stability in that life she needed.

➳ I feel like Abby would find it hilarious to tell you all the sappy things Mike says about you on the rare occasions where you're not around, ending in Mike's cheeks flushing beet red and him picking her up and whirling her around playfully until she's in fits of laughter. "I heard Mike say that he found another reason to keep going when he realised he was in love wi- hey!!"

➳ Mike would be a bit clingy, again because of what happened with Garret; Mike being distracted for one moment and then blaming himself for the rest of his life because it was that moment where his brother was taken and killed. So if you are out, on a date or just around, this guy will not leave your side. He's the kind of person to text you again and again if you don't respond to the first message, and it's kind of cute how much he worries, but then he doesn't need to, and every now and then he'll need your reassurance that you guys are safe and that you won't leave him, which stills ends with him burying his face in your neck for a long tight hug for a while.

➳ MIKE'S A BIG HUGGER. CHANGE MY MIND.

➳ Whether you're watching a movie with him and Abby, or you're out on a date or sleeping or whatever, Mike will always have some contact with you if you've told him you're okay with it: fingers linked under the table, pressed into his side while you're watching TV (with an affectionate forehead kiss every five minutes 🥺) or being half crushed to death while you're trying to sleep when he rolls onto you and traps you under his leg... good luck if you need to go to the bathroom. Chances are he'll end up trailing after you with mumbled protests.

➳ That protectiveness always kicks in when someone looks at you for too long, or in a way that he doesn't like the look of, or if you're obviously uncomfortable with. If you're quick, you can just convince him to walk away and you two go somewhere else, because Mike will end up getting annoyed and giving the guy a line to get him to make them go away. If he's not careful, he might end up getting in a fight again, but he'll really try not to when you tell him off for it and promise him that things are okay and you're not going anywhere.

➳ You and Abby are basically Mike's world, after all that's happened, there are only really two people left that he truly cares for and would do anything for. Once you're in a relationship with him, he'll do everything he can to make sure you're safe and won't have to go through anything he had to. If ever you're upset, he'll listen for hours with no judgement and major support, whatever mood you're in somehow rubbing off on him. Mike will admit his feelings in a rush, and when he does, he's not afraid to tell you that he loves you whenever you need to hear it, or whenever he wants to say it and wants you to be reminded. It's something that you can never doubt.

[luimagines]

Aren’t you married? (1200 Follower Raffle)

This time first place winner was @my-insanity-is-an-artform

They asked for Warrior in the sense that he didn’t fall into love, more so stumbled into it and didn’t realize it until much later.

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Link had always considered himself a romantic but after the war he wasn’t sure if romance was in his future any time soon. It was disheartening to say the least but he was willing to let it go if it meant the safety of others (and his own, but he didn’t want to think about it).

When you had first met, it was… a convenience.

You stopped by to check on the soldier during and after the war. You never would have considered yourself a healer or a medic, but you certainly came to heal those wounded from battle. You brought supplies and food and sweets. Sugar was scarce during the war. The boys appreciated your efforts.

You would stop by the medical bay to check in, listen to them, let them talk and vent and rage and you listened. Link watched you flutter around him bed to bed, letting each man take a moment of your time to get something off of his chest no matter what it could have been.

When his turn came, he was speechless. 

Literally. Proxi wouldn’t let him get a single word in as she talked to you. He learned much about you then. You talked to the fairy for a long time. You talked about your life and your hobbies, your motivations and dreams. You seem relieved that you could have a more uplifting conversation after all the anger from the soldiers found in the med bay. Link thought it was endearing and listened to you but before he could so much as introduce his own name, it was time for you to go.

Unwilling to let that slip past you, you were determined to get Link to open his mouth and have an actual conversation with you while he was there. You came every week after that.

Sometimes Link would be getting treated like everyone else, other times he was there to support the wounded, not too dissimilar to what you were doing from the start. Just with less sweets.

Whenever he was fine, you stopped to chat with him, Proxi letting him get a word in at last. When he was injured it was another thing. You’d visit him with a disappointed look on your face that Link couldn’t help but shy away from. Proxi would talk over him here too.

Slowly, a good friend and comfortable friendship was born. After the war, he kept in contact with you through letters and the occasional house visit. He’d have to go to your house more often than not because it was hard for you to get into the castle but he didn’t mind. It was an excuse to get out more often than not as well.

You both grew comfortable with each other.

He felt safe with you. He felt as if he could tell you about everything. He saw your humble means of living. Your big heart and your care. You were inherently affectionate. Always hugging him and hanging off of his arms. Patting his head and throwing yourself on top of him. At first he was a little put off by it- but then he saw you do the same to literally anyone you felt remotely comfortable around.

He took it like a badge of honor.

You confided in him. You let him in. You called him out on his bullheaded stubbornness time and time again. You didn’t care about his title or his status. You just cared if he came back. He got bonus points if he came back uninjured.

But then portals started opening up again and the monsters were acting suspicious. He was called to investigate. Effective immediately. 

He had to tell you. But he was pressured to leave at once.  Link wrote it in a letter and hoped it wouldn’t be too disappointing that he couldn’t tell you in person. He explained everything he could in the letter with the short window he had to gather his things and head out.

He left.

The things he came in contact with were astonishing. The people he met. The things he saw.

He wrote to you as much as he could, not missing a single detail if he could help it.

The others in the group would tease him occasionally. “Who’re you writing to, Captain?” They’d say with wide smiles. “Who’s got you all soft eyed and smiley?”

“Someone special.” He’d say and leave it at that. 

Link spent some time thinking about  if he should be trying to find you something from this journey. Something special. Or maybe something simple enough that he could send it with his letters. He collected a few things that he thought you would like but there was always something off about them. They just didn’t seem to click in the ways he wanted them too.

Link was further teased over his picky nature in trying to find you a gift but it’s not his fault! He really wanted you to like it. And at the same time he hoped it would soften the blow of not being able to say goodbye to your face. The thought haunts him. Worse yet, he knows that it would haunt you. That’s why he’s so persistent in writing his letters.

You need to know that he’s ok.

There was a moment of peace where the group had found themselves in Link’s hometown. After the obligatory greetings to all of his old neighbors and friends, they make their way to the castle. Link is beside himself with anxiety. He knows that he should report to Zelda first after so much time spent away. It’s not as if he was writing to her after all. She knows next to nothing and would most likely like to meet the others as well.

They make it to the castle and this is where the boys in the group expect Link to break down and meet the person he’s kept secret for all this time. But Link knows better. You wouldn’t be here. You have no reason to be. The castle never gave you an easy time entering despite his assurances to the guards.

Zelda comes in and he salutes her as he should. They speak. He introduces the others and can see some of them with “knowing” smirks and smiles. He’s not entirely sure why they’re so sure it’s Zelda that he’s been worried about meeting.

“Link?”

Everyone turns their head to the sound of the voice.

Warrior perks up in an instant and runs to you. You don’t question it and run to him as well.

The sound of your collision is a solid thunk, nearly knocking the both of you off of your feet. Neither of you care. 

Link holds you tightly and cards his fingers through your hair. He’s missed this. He’s missed you something awful. He chuckles a little to himself, ignoring the way his eyes get a little wet. “Hey.”

You’re not so subtle with your tears. You pull back and smack his shoulder. “Jerk! You didn’t even say goodbye!”

He winces. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“You just left me a letter!”

“I know. I didn’t have time-”

“Shut up!” You start crying. “I don’t want to hear it! Why didn’t you send Proxi to yell at me? I understand if you couldn’t come… but… but… You scared me…”

Link reaches out to you again and pulls you close. “I know. I’m sorry. Have you been getting my letters in the meantime?”

You nod and wipe your eyes, dropping your head defeatedly on his chest. “Idiot. I woke up one day and read that you could have been leaving forever. I was three seconds from following you. I stormed into the castle and Queen Zelda herself had to talk me down.”

Link kisses the top of your head, trying to ignore his desire to snort at your poor expense. “I’m sure she finally learned what I have to deal with on a daily basis.”

“Idiot.” You say lovingly.

“I got you something.” He says in a low voice, reaching into his pockets. “A few things actually. I wasn’t sure what you would like the most.”

A soft blush dusts itself across your cheek and you reach into the satchel around your hip. “I.. actually had something for you too. That’s why I came to the castle.” You wipe your tears away with an obnoxious sniffle. “I was going to ask Queen Zelda if I could talk to Lana about sending this to you.”

It’s some baked sweets, another letter and more supplies for his journey. Healing potions. Magic potions. Bandages. It’s what you always gave to the soldier when you visited the medical bay and then some. Familiarity tugs at his heart strings and he holds it close to his chest.

“...Thank you…”

“Are we ever going to be introduced?” Wild calls from the distance, one of the boys of the group. Link can feel himself pale slightly. In his ecstasy of seeing you again, he had completely forgotten they were there.

Link takes your hand protectively, stepping in a way that would hide you behind him somewhat. “No. As you were.”

Some of them laugh and Time, the oldest, steps forward. “Would it be so wrong to want to meet your beloved?”

Something in Link’s mind clicks. He’s tempted to let go of your hand but you’re still holding onto him. “....No?... They’re not… we’re not…”

You look up at him. “Are we? I thought so…”

Link pales further. “Wait. Hold on. What? Did you?”

The youngest of the group tilts his head in confusion. “I thought you were married?”

Link shakes his head. “No. I’m not married. What gave you that idea? I’ve been single this entire time…” He looks back at you and then back to the group to amend his statement. “I thought I was single this entire time.”

“Oh by Hylia, the Captain is an idiot!” Legend, his typical ranger, starts laughing so hard he nearly doubles over onto the floor. “I mean this isn’t exactly new information.”

“Shut up.” Link growls, holding your hand a little tighter. He turns around, putting his hands on your shoulders. “Did you seriously think we were together this entire time? I don’t recall that conversation whatsoever.”

You nod, growing sheepish. “Yes. I told you I liked you. You said you like me too. I thought that was that.”

Link stares at you for a moment longer, ignoring the way the group taunt him for his lack of perception. “Seriously?”

“Yup…” You bite your lip, blushing brightly. “Um… I’m sorry. I guess it’s my fault. I assumed and well-”

“Works for me.” Link kisses you, cutting you off before the words could even process in his mind. He cups your jaw and tilts your head to give him the perfect angle. The group behind him seem to only shout louder as they witness this glorious train wreck in front of them. Link doesn’t care in the slightest that he’s caused this kind of commotion. 

You’re taken by surprise and are left wide eyed and struck dumb when he pulls away. Link swallows harshly, running his thumbs over your cheeks. “I’ll do better by you… I promise.”

You nod, robotically. 

Link… realizes that was incredibly impulsive and slowly feels a wave of shame build up within him. He pulls you in close again to kiss your forehead before he can second guess it.

He had no idea where that came from or where he gathered the drive to do so. However, he knows that it felt right and perfect and that it was long overdue.

Link smiles at you, feeling the need to kiss you again. He drops his hand to your shoulders again and holds you gently. “I don’t know how long I’ll be here, since we’re not done, but we’ll be able to talk in the meantime, ok?”

You gulp and nod again. You bite your lip again as your blush darkens. “Perfect.”

[animehideout]

Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 2.

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part 3

part 4

a/n: Currently working on the other requested mbti types, they'll be included in the coming parts ✨.

Thank you @goofbye @wakatsukikanae @zoldyi for requesting INFP, and @lostmymarblesstuff for requesting ISTP. I really really hope you like them though. 😭🫶🏻💖.

INFP:

Choso Kamo = Fiancé

Both of you find solace in each other's arms, you don't need to vocalize your love since your energy alone is capable of conveying the love, admiration and respect you have for each other. He appreciates the idea of becoming a family and building a home together filled with familial warmth. He's also a good listener whenever you vent. You accept each other for who you truly are without faking anything. You are both authentic and genuine. You show your love through acts of service, so he enjoys cooking your cravings for you.

Toji Fushiguro = Enemy

You have no respect for people who lack empathy or compassion, and Toji is one of them. He's vile, hostile and manipulative. He is the complete opposite of you. You have a strong sense of justice, fairness and sensitivity so Toji's actions trigger a strong negative reaction out of you. He is a threat to your values and peace, so you can't help but develop an enmity. He sees you weak for including your emotions so he always tries to change you into his liking or simply provoke you.

Toge Inumaki = Bestfriend

Most of your Hangouts are at home where you sit comfortably enjoying the peaceful quietness. You understand each other's emotions and troubles. He provides a safe space for you to express yourself, he takes your feelings into account and never judges you. He enjoys sitting comfortably while you talk about your dreams and thoughts. You inspire him a lot and he appreciates that you trust him enough to share personal things with him. He makes you feel that it's okay to be different as long as you are true to yourself.

Megumi Fushiguro = roommate.

You respect each other's personal space and that what made you good roommates, living under the same roof peacefully without any obstacles. At first you found difficulty to get into conversations or just hang out together at home; given that both of you are introverts. So you just limited yourself to small chats, but you grew to enjoy each other's presence and chill together. Both of you share similar standards for cleanliness so you divide tasks to keep your shared space tidy. Despite growing closer and more comfortable, the boundaries that both of you had set are still sacred. It is easy to live with Megumi.

ISTP

Toji Fushiguro= Husband.

The powerful duo, a thrill-seekers. Toji is the perfect match for you. You have mutual qualities such as using the power of mind, pursuing financial success and enjoying the spontaneous adventures. You have a healthy marriage life, following a pragmatic and rational approach. He is attracted to your determination and mindset, even after being married for too long he still looks at you with the same admiration and love he has for you since the first time he had laid eyes on you. Flirts a lot with you and drowns you in compliments. Your honeymoon was a thrilling and exciting experience literally risking your lives but you enjoyed every bit of it. You are attracted to his straightforwardness and cleverness also to his teasing and playful side. At some levels he doesn't take life too seriously but instead he faces it with humor and mockery. He is the perfect husband for you.

Yuta Okkotsu = Has a crush on you.

He would find himself uncontrollably attracted and drawn to you. The way you reasonably handle things, issues and conflicts impresses him. He also admires your independence and self-sufficiency, you are mentally strong and intelligent. And despite being introvert and reserved he would be surprised by how quick you can adapt to different situations and how you enjoy the thrill of new experiences and adventures. It leaves him blown away and intrigued by you and without hesitation he would develop a powerful crush.

Nanami Kento = Colleague.

You equally share a mutual respect for each other's skills. Both of you hate working overtime so most of the time you blend your competences to get done early with the work. You have a formal and professional kind of relationship which is task-oriented. Your emotions are put aside while working together. What matters is that you succeed in reaching your goals or solve problems. You are an effective team and can work in harmony.

Maki Zenin = Bestfriend.

You feel comfortable enough around Maki to enjoy engaging with various activities with her. Most of the time you train together. Maki has a strategic planning so she always comes up with interesting plans for both of you to enjoy, on the other hand you are a spontaneous person, so you make life more fun and full of surprises. You make each other even more stronger; both emotionally and physically. You keep each other stable and on track, focusing on your goals. Both of you are independent so you only provide emotional support, words of encouragement and comfort.

This piece of writing is just for fun, also it is imo, so it's not necessarily accurate 🫶🏻

[malereadermaniac]

Serial Cheater ~ Mako x Male Reader

This takes place somewhere along season 2 - Mako having just broken up with Korra and chatting to Asami again

You are a core member of team Avatar!

Short fic! Sorry lol

Even though Mako is the kind of guy fan girls swoon over, most people would say that he's pretty down to earth

Your friends wouldn't describe Mako as flirty or as a serial romantic

But for the entire time you've known the muscular fire bender, some things have stuck out to you - most notably that he is, in fact, a flirt and a serial cheater (on accident)

Mako never actually means any harm to the girls he dates, but you have noticed a trend in his dating patterns of dating drop-dead gorgeous girls with a little overlap between them

It may just be the law of attraction - maybe Mako is just a magnet to romance and he can't help it

But it's most definitely a fact that if an opportunity is presented to the police officer, he takes it

And that is exactly what got the both of you into this situation

Mako and you were hanging out, Korra away somewhere on avatar business and everyone else at their respective jobs

The two of you were just chilling in Mako's apartment, having ordered take-out and drinking some new companies mass-produced rice-wine

As conversations drifted from one to the other, Mako started to vent about his highly active love-life

Being a good friend, you listened to the tall police officer - nodding along to assure him that you're listening to his ramble about his feelings for Korra and also for Asami

You of course throw in a joking comment or two at Mako's adulterous nature, but all in all you listen to his problems and offer your comfort

And your comforting and caring nature, mixed with the alcohol in Mako's system, was what resulted in your current situation

That being you on Mako's lap, making out with you handsome friend

Yes, you broke the kiss initially

Yes, you said you two shouldn't do this because of your close friendship with both of Mako's love interests

Yes, Mako begged for your warm, soft lips and for your comfort

And yes, you gave in...

Even though Mako was just yapping on about kissing Asami less than 24 hours ago, his chiseled face and warm brown eyes drew you in like an inescapable black hole

As the two of you made out, clothing started to make its way off of your body - the air in Mako's apartment becoming hotter and stuffier

But as your nude chest rubbed against the handsome man's pecs, a knock of the door forced you two apart

"Mako? Hey I wanna... talk about earlier!" you could hear your dear friend's voice shout

Asami was behind that door, and you most certainly didn't want her to walk in and see you and her not-so-boyfriend-boyfriend getting it on

You and Mako struggle to get off of one another and desperately reach for your clothes to cover up

You head to the bathroom to hide and dress back up as Mako let's Asami in to talk

You over-hear the two as you wait in your friends' tiny bathroom

Their conversation had ups and downs, but it definitely ended in an up

You peaked out of the crack between the door frame and the door, watching as Asami and Mako kissed goodbye

As the front door shut, you open the bathroom door and lean on the frame

"Sooo... looks like you really just can't help yourself" you say with a smirk to Mako

The tall man chuckles as he walks over to you

"Heh... yeah, I guess so"

"I don't think you deny being a playboy much longer, haha..." you joke

Mako holds you head up with his soft hand to make you look him in the eye - Mako's height being emphasised

"Shut up... and what if I am?" Mako half-lids his eyes as he focuses on your features

And while you know that it's a dick move on your part, breaking Asami's and even Korra's trust, you couldn't help but push your lips against Mako's

Your hands rest on Mako's strong chest, his tongue slipping past your lips as his masculine hands slip onto your waist

"That's what I'd do if your were... Hmhm~" you laugh after breaking from Mako's warm lips

The two of you laugh as the strong man picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms around his neck

As Mako makes his way to his bed, all thoughts of guilt float out and away from your brain

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[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-four

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: I wanted this to be a slow burn/enemies to lovers but god damn it's so hard to write because I already want Reader and Noah to get together.

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With a loud sigh, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and walked towards to front end of the bus. On this bus, I shared it with Davis, Matt, and Bryan, and sometimes one guy from the band would pop in every once in a while: except Noah. At least if he did, it was when I was asleep or not around. Especially lately, Noah and I avoided each other. After the disaster of a dinner a couple nights ago, I refused to speak to him even about work. I went to everyone else instead of him if I had a question, which I didn't often since I knew what I was doing.

I didn't want to think about Noah right now. Not when my mind should only think about my mom.

Lana told me that even though my mom was having a lot of good days, she still refused to speak to me. I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't break but I couldn't cry about it. I needed to focus for work and not give anyone a reason to figure out something was wrong.

We were close to the next city, less than an hour away, and we would hang out in Dallas for two days before heading out once more. Matt mentioned he had a surprise for everyone so called for a bus meeting which is where I found everyone with two surprise visitors.

Folio and Noah.

Giving a small smile to the former, I sat next to him at the table and he returned a smile. Noah was sitting on the long couch of the bus, chatting quietly with Bryan. They must have joined when we stopped last and I was asleep.

Noah's eyes burned hot at the side of my face but I ignored him as I bumped shoulders with Folio. We had been texting a bit the last couple days and have gotten pretty close; no romantic feelings involved. Folio had been a great friend and someone to vent too. I never told him about my mom, though. That was something I would take to the grave.

"Where's Jolly and Nick?" I asked.

"They stayed on our bus. They wanted the peace to sleep."

I nodded before pointing to Matt, who was standing at the front of the bus rubbing his hands together. "Any idea what this is about?"

"No fucking idea," Folio chuckled.

With my phone buzzing in my hand, I dared a peak at the notification to see another subscriber to my Only Fan's page. I didn't have many followers but enough to keep some money coming in. I could pay Lana her first paycheck and the extra income coming in was nice. I wasn't rolling in money but wasn't struggling on how to pay for things. With being constantly surrounded by the guys, I wasn't able to post much, just one other video and a few provocative pictures. I never showed my face, only from the neck down and never naked. I always had some short of clothes or underwear or an arm covering the private areas. Maybe that was the reason I had little subscribers, but it was the rules I set for myself when I started this.

"So, I bet you're all wondering why I called this meeting," Matt spoke while clapping his hands.

Folio muttered a joke to me under his breath which earned a loud laugh from me. Everyone looked our way, and I leaned back into the booth cheeks on fire.

"What's so funny?" Matt quirked a brow.

Noah's eyes pinned me to my spot as I glanced over to him. Something flashed behind those brown iris' while his jaw ticked.

"Nothing, Mr. Dierkes. Please continue with class," Folio joked with a smirk.

I had to bite my lip so I wouldn't laugh again.

"As I was saying," Matt began ignoring Folio. "It's been a week on tour and we've all been working tirelessly to make sure every show fucking rules. But there has been some tension within the group."

"I don't think you feel the same tension as some of us do," Noah said with his eyes on me.

Our eyes matched with intensity, and I let out a deep breath wondering what he meant by that.

Tension? Of course, there was tension between us but that's because we disliked each other.

Folio noticed I was ready to speak, so he pinched the bare skin of my shoulder which caused me to yelp out in slight pain.

"What the fuck was that for?" I seethed.

He nodded towards Matt to continue on, who looked displeased at being interrupted by our antics yet again.

In our days of texting, I told Folio about how it irritates me how Noah acts around me when we're alone versus when others are around. I also may have told him about my tiny feelings for Noah, which Folio told me it was pretty clear how I felt. While I thought no one noticed, Folio saw the stolen glances, the way my body reacted differently when Noah was around, or the way the corner of my lips curled up when Noah spoke or sang.

Always so perceptive.

I tried to get out of him why Noah was so upset about that night in Chicago but Folio refused. He said that was Noah's secret to share.

I tasted blood with how hard I bit my tongue and reluctantly gave Matt my attention.

"Since we'll be in Dallas for a few days, I rented an Airbnb for us to stay at as a way for us to bond or whatever the fuck. There's a pool and grill we can have a pool day on our off day," Matt said with a smile.

My heart sunk deep into the pits of my stomach. At least when we stayed in hotels, I had my room, sometimes doors down from Noah. But now, all of us staying in a house means it would be harder to avoid him.

"Is that necessary?" I questioned.

"Yes," Matt deadpanned. "If you want a hotel, book it on your personal card."

Low blow.

"Whatever," I grumbled while crossing my arms.

He simply gave me a large smirk before speaking again. "The only issue is that there aren't enough beds so some people will have to bunk together or sleep on the couch."

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered while running a hand down my face.

I didn't care the house situation, I would sleep on the floor if I had too if that meant I wouldn't share a bed with anyone, especially Noah. I liked these guys but not that much.

Folio patted my shoulder and whispered low in my ear.

"Maybe you and Noah should bunk together. Team bonding or whatever."

"Fuck off, Folio," I playfully smacked his chest before rising to my feet, his arm falling away from me. Noah was still staring at me and I knew with how close Folio and I had been, he wasn't happy. His jaw clenched so tight, and his hands balled into fists in his lap.

I didn't bother giving him another glance as I turned my back to him to retreat into my bunk to mentally prepare for this team bonding bullshit Matt set up.

Okay, I had to admit. This house was fucking sick.

There were large floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto a beautiful backyard and if you looked past that, you could see the city down below the hill the house was on. It was a large open floor plan with a living room, kitchen, and bar with a pool table off of the dinning room. Upstairs was an open loft area with a large sectional couch and four bedrooms.

While I was in my bunk on the bus, the room situation had been decided by drawing matching straws. No one bothered to ask for me to draw because somehow by the Gods below, Noah was the last to pick and was only left with the color red.

Jolly and Nick.

Bryan and Davis.

Matt and Folio.

Noah and I.

When Folio told me the sleeping arrangements, I wanted to cry in anger. It seemed as if no matter how hard I tried to avoid Noah, something yanked us back together. Folio offered to swap with me but I declined, already deciding that I would sleep on whatever couch was provided.

A warm presence encased around me, making the hairs on my arm prick, and I peered up to my left seeing Noah standing next to me in the house's entryway.

"You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the couch," he said.

I blinked, somewhat surprised that he offered that. I fully expected him to lock me out of the room.

"I'm smaller than you. It might be better for you to sleep on the bed," I offered.

Was I being nice?

My body shivered at the thought.

Noah shook his head then hoisted his back over his shoulder. "Take the room, angel. You're the only girl here. You should have some privacy."

Was he being nice now in front of the others? They all stood less than a few feet from us.

Did I wake up in the twilight zone?

When I went to protest yet again, he shot me a look that caused my lips to pull tight together. We stood in silence for a few moments and I let out a soft breath.

"Thank you."

Noah made a noise in his throat and his eyes glittered as they darted between mine. His large hand brushed away hair from my face and I leaned into his touch, all the pent up anger between us melting away.

The question weighed heavy on my tongue as I pursed my lips a few times.

"Why do you call me angel?" I finally croaked out.

His hand was now wrapped around the back of my neck, the pads of his finger pressing deep into the skin, and shrugged.

"It feels right."

I raised a brow. "What if I don't like it?"

"Too bad. It stays, angel," he dragged out the last word with a large grin.

Irritation flared inside of me but before I could say anything, the warmth around my neck was gone as Noah walked away. I blinked after him, watching as he tossed his bag onto the couch before stepping outside into the large backyard.

"Soundcheck is in one hour!" Matt called out, his voice carrying through the open space.

With that, I forced my feet to take me upstairs to the bedrooms so I could get ready. The only room left was the closet one to the stairs and directly across the long sectional couch. If Noah would sleep here tonight, he'd be able to look right into my room and see me laying in bed. The thought made something ignite in my stomach but I ignored it.

This was the only room with a bathroom attached which made me wonder if the guys purposely gave me this room. As I placed my things throughout the room since we were going to be here for a few days, my phone rang loudly from its spot on the bed as I was in the bathroom and rushed to answer it in time.

"Hello?" I asked breathless

"Hi dear. How're things?"

I smiled into the phone at Lana. "Good. I'm going to be heading to the venue soon to set up. Everything alright?"

"Well," Lana started.

My ass fell into the bed with a groan and prepared myself for what was about to come.

"What happened?"

"Your neighbors found your mother in their bathroom this morning; in their shower."

I pinched my eyes shut with a groan. "Please tell me it was the Johnson's. They know what's going on with her so they would understand. Well, as much as I hoped they would."

"Yes, thankfully. I was able to bring her back home without incidents."

"Good," I let out a long breath. "How is she now?"

"She's fine, in her room resting but-."

"I don't like the sound of that but," I noted.

"Y/N, I know you love your mother and want the upmost best care possible for her."

I nodded. "But."

"But I think your mother would be better in a home where someone can watch and monitor her twenty-four hours of the day. I can only do so much especially when she takes off."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, not wanting to cry. This conversation was one I knew I was bound to have at some point. My mothers Alzheimers was getting progressively worse and soon, I feared there might be a time where I couldn't handle it.

But now wasn't that time.

"I'll think about it," I said after a few beats.

It wasn't a lie, per se. I would think about it, way down the road.

"I'll see if she wants to talk," Lana said.

"No, it's alright. I don't want to bother her."

I couldn't stop the sob that escaped my lips.

"Alright dear. I'll call you tomorrow."

After we said our goodbyes, I let my phone clatter to the floor at my feet then plopped down onto the bed. Tears pricked at my eyes and I dug my palms into them, hoping it would force the tears away. My mom was the most important person in my life. We were all each other had after my father died, so being so far away from her when she needed me the most made the guilt rip me apart.

Was this job worth it? Was the money worth it?

These questions kept replaying in my mine over and over as I laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A few tears escaped drying to my warm cheeks. The money was worth it; it had to be. I still wasn't making a lot of money from Only Fans so whatever I made doing this, I needed.

There was a soft knock on my open door and my breath hitched when I noticed Noah leaning against it. How long had he'd been there? Did he hear my conversation with Lana?

I sat up in bed while covertly drying my eyes.

"The manager at the venue said the set up for merch has to be in the hallway downstairs. Is that alright?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I've been put in weirder places so it's fine."

Noah gave a curt nod while crossing his arms over his chest. I suddenly felt small under his eyes and rose to my feet hoping that watching me gather my things to get ready it would be a silent dismissal. But no, he continued to watch every single movement I made.

"Is there anything else you need, Noah?" I asked with a sigh, finally looking at him.

His black shirt clung to the thick muscles of his arms and chest. His brown hair had fallen into his face in a tousled mess from being on the tour bus the majority of the day.

Noah was breathtaking in every single way, and my core practically begged for some kind of friction.

Not now, traitor.

"Have I mentioned how much I love hearing my name coming from your pretty little mouth?," he mused while licking his own.

My legs squeezed together, my body screaming with that small release against my core, but I refused to let him know how bad he was affecting me.

"Is that it?" I asked.

Noah said nothing as he walked over to my open suitcase and riffled through it, obviously looking for something.

"What are you doing?"

My heart raced as I watched him, knowing that if he picked up that red t-shirt, he would find the variety of sex toys I use for my videos. What he found, though, was something I hadn't expected him to. An old shirt of his that I borrowed from the last tour. It was the second night and Bad Omens played a sold-out show. The crowd was alive the entire night and every one of us was buzzing with excitement. Once we returned to the hotel that night, we all jumped into the outdoor pool even though it was pretty chilly that night. Noah offered his dry shirt to me so I could warm up which at the time I took gratefully.

That night was before the night in Chicago. Before Noah's attitude toward me changed.

It got buried along with my other things after the last tour and forgotten about.

Bullshit.

I may have worn it to bed some nights; so much so that his scent had faded while ago.

Noah tossed the shirt over to me and I caught it just before it hit me in my face. My lips stuttered trying to come up with an excuse because I still had it.

"Wear that."

"Excuse me? I asked irritation lacing my words. "Since when do I take orders from you on what I wear?"

He closed the distance between us in two large steps, his fingers tilting my chin up towards his face. Our lips were so close, I could almost taste the beer he must have had before coming into my room. And the hint of bourbon and spice from his cologne filled my senses.

So warm and familiar.

"There's a reason you kept it, angel. Might as well wear it."

Noah's voice was dark and heavy, laced with something I could pinpoint. His eyes were just as dark as his words and I swallowed hard. My body flared with desire, heat pooling between my legs, and I let out a breathless whine eventually nodding.

"Good girl," he breathed across my lips.

His eyes darted from mine down to my lips where it stayed for a long moment before he dropped his hand from my face then left me standing in the room with a heavy wetness and an ache between my legs.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i cut off someone reaching out for help on tumblr? i am a very anxious person. ive been on tumblr a very long time because most all other social media terrifies me as someone who grew up with the wild west internet a decade past (im in my late 20s) so i feel sometimes with how reckless and spurractic people can be online in chatroom and especially clearly public platforms where any stranger, malicious or otherwise can just archive your digital presence for personal use.

more recently as someone who has been here during the pornban and as an asexual really enjoyed the quiet with no drama farming and a slow pace to talk about more unique political topics in a measured way it is something im strangely nostalgic for and a great example of my sensibilities to people when they insist that i use other platforms like discord or twitter or whatever clone for these services comes out of the old guard introducing feature creep to copy everyone else or any other indi "were the anti corporate version" of the endless scroll apps. i just dont want it. tumblr is special because im desktop only, been here for years, and i have kept track of every single change made so i have manually adjusted the change through hacks to evade every bad decision on here and make my set up look identical to how it was in 2010. so let it be understood that i tend to be a loney person because of this stubbornness. web 3.0 is too dangerous to people with addictive tendencies that my adhd brings out and my need to wear my heart on my sleeve. so i hope i defended my personality type enough to show why someone like me would see a post about some horrible abuses they have fell victim to who also share alot of the marginalized status as me and writing depressive things in the replys of others posts as to attention seek about it.

i directly interact with this person, not only to check if they are real (but wow, modern chat bots make this part horrifying for me. we really cant ever know for sure what is real anymore. trying to find warmth on the internet feels impossible now a days) i have multiple conversations at this point both venting and just casually shooting the shit. but the begging for me to constantly repost their paypal makes me so nervous in a way that i feel so guilty for because it reminds me of all the scams that get associated with this kind of ebegging and the reminder that capitalism takes away all warmth from human interaction to make them purely transnational and conditional. but then it just has been escalating where im so scared that now its not enough that im reposing on my 8 follower, all mutual blog, they are asking me to share it on other socials. accounts i do not have i have a flip phone and a laptop and i am tinkering with a windows 7 tower that will never be connected to the internet so i can always have software sit perfectly in its time capsule for when i need it. i do not have a way to help this person outside of what i learned from collage psyche classes. a part of me is so scared to just abruptly cut them off and just delete my entire account like i tend to do often on tumblr for a multitude of reasons, its a part of what lets people survive being here this long but i worry that would crush them if i did that, i dont want to make them feel more hopeless and unwanted then they already talk about. but i am text on the internet through a screen. i can only do so much. so would i be the asshole if i just deleted my account with a "i hope you hang in there, the world is a harsh place but keep moving" to cut someone so similar to me who is struggling out of my life?

What are these acronyms?

[jessicalprice]

all hail her excellent braids

Christians: omg first century Judaism was soooo misogynistic but Jesus was like the first feminist because he treated women like people

Jews: what

Christians: like, Jewish men would cross to the other side of the street to avoid having to be too close to women

Jews: hang on do you think there were, like, sidewalks in first-century Jerusalem?

Christians: and Jewish women weren't supposed to be seen in public

Jews: that's not how--

Christians: and men weren't even supposed to talk to women, but Jesus had female followers <3

Jews: first-century Jewish women owned their own businesses and represented themselves in court and, like, how are you imagining business got done if they weren't allowed to talk?

President Jimmy fucking Carter: first century Jews were basically the Taliban

A bazillion seminary textbooks: yup, the Pharisees were obsessed with ritual purity and viewed women as inherently unclean and Jesus upended all that Pharisaic hatred of women and that's why they wanted him dead

Shlomtzion, aka Salome Alexandra, has entered the chat.

Ahem, let me tell you about the Pharisee Queen.

So back in the day, the Pharisees were a tiny, persecuted movement because the King of Judah, Alexander Jannaeus hated them. He straight-up massacred 6,000 of them when they pelted him with fruit after he mocked them by performing a Sukkot ritual incorrectly, which kicked off a whole civil war. He won the war, and slaughtered the wives and children of 800 of the surviving Pharisees as entertainment at his victory feast before crucifying the men. The remaining Pharisees went into hiding.

Just a charming dude.

Alexander Jannaeus was married to Salome Alexandra (Shlomtzion, in Hebrew).

Her brother was Shimon ben Shetach, the leader of the Pharisees. (If you're getting Esther vibes here, that's probably not accidental.

She doesn't seem to have had much power while Alexander Jannaeus was alive, but she managed to help hide and protect the surviving Pharisees.

This doesn't seem to have negatively impacted her relationship with her husband, because he named her--rather than any of his sons--his heir while he was on his deathbed.

He was in the middle of conducting a siege of Ragaba when he died, so like the incredible badass she was, became queen--and would be both only the second queen regnant of Judah and the last sovereign Jewish monarch--on the battlefield, in the midst of hostilities.

She had to conceal her husband's death until she'd won the day.

As soon as she made his death public, she reached out to the Pharisees to make peace between them and the throne, avoiding a popular uprising at his funeral. The funeral went off smoothly, and she immediately began settling other political disputes and enmities.

She also hung out and studied with the Pharisees. We know this because Josephus, an ardent misogynist, absolutely hated that she did this, just like he absolutely hated that she had ruled Judah, and wrote about it.

Josephus had been a Sadducee (main opposing party to the Pharisees), but switched to the Pharisees later in life for political expediency. He never seemed to actually like them, though.

He tells on himself so much.

"Oh, people love the Pharisees because they are humane and flexible interpreters of the law and practice what they preach and this is a BAD THING!"

Literally, on Shlomtzion: "Woman though she was, she established her authority by her reputation for piety."

Like, everyone respected her and did what she said because she actually gave a shit about ethics and somehow this is a BAD thing.

She averted war with Egypt by buddying up to Cleopatra (I am so headcanoning them as pen pals, writing each other to vent about all the men they have to deal with) and somehow this is a BAD thing.

So she takes the throne and manages to keep things running pretty smoothly in a precarious time because she's good at organizing AND military strategy AND diplomacy and here's Josephus on her relationship with the Pharisees:

"She paid too great heed to them, and they, availing themselves more and more of the simplicity of the woman, ended by becoming the effective rulers of the state... "

Ah yes, FlavJo, she sounds very "simple," what with the incredible military and diplomatic skills.

While she wasn't averse to fighting when she needed to, she mostly averted possible battles by fortifying and provisioning cities so well that neighboring monarchs opted not to attack them, so she was also just slaying at project management. She ended a bunch of the foreign wars her asshole husband started, and scrupulously kept to the terms of any treaties Judah was party to.

Her reign was possibly the most prosperous and peaceful period in Judah's history.

She gave the Sadducees (her husband's party) their own fortified cities so they'd stop feuding with the Pharisees, and took the Pharisees from a small, persecuted populist movement in hiding to one of the major political parties.

She set up a system of universal public education, putting the responsibility for educating the kids on the government, not families, to make sure it wasn't just rich kids getting a solid education. She re-established the Sanhedrin (the Supreme Court, basically) and made sure every town under her rule had access to judges.

And then one of her asshole sons, who apparently took after his asshole dad, decided HE would be a better ruler than she was, and DECLARED WAR ON HIS OWN MOM. She died, apparently of an illness, in her 70s.

She died as the last free Jewish ruler.

So then that asshole son went after the other asshole son, and they turned to the Romans for help.

(You want to get occupied? This is how you get occupied.)

Yes, that's right, they committed one of the classic blunders: inviting the Romans in.

THE ROMANS ARE LIKE VAMPIRES. DO NOT INVITE THEM IN.

Anyway, we all know how THAT turned out.

In rabbinic literature, she's almost a fertility goddess figure, or a personification the land itself, or a monarch beloved by G-d possibly moreso than any other, since the rest of them all screwed up and the Jews got punished with war or exile or famine or disease: legend claims that during her reign, rain only fell on Shabbat, so people didn't have to work in the rain. Grains of wheat grew to the size of kidneys, and lentils were the size of gold denarii. The people knew joy like we've never known since and were healthy and prosperous and at peace.

She was praised by contemporaries such as Josephus as having greater intelligence, political skill, and military acumen than the men around her (although Josephus, an ardent misogynist, later decided that it was inappropriate for her to rule), and the stories of Esther, Judith, and Susanna may have been written (or in the case of Esther, edited and codified) in her honor. 

​Anyway, the Pharisees' teachings remained especially popular among women, and the person who saved them (and thus, by extension, Judaism, when they were the ones to preserve it in exile) and brought them to power and was their beloved patron was a woman, and maaaaaaybe Christians don't know the first thing about women in first-century Judaea or the Pharisees and women and should shut up, idk.

All hail Shlomtzion and her most excellent braids.

[redheadspark]

Joseph Quinn 11

A/N - I love this! Thanks for requesting this, friend!

On The Line

Summary - Being Joe's oldest friend also means you have to wonder if it's just a friendship.

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

“You look cute when you blush, you know that?”

Your friend and secret crush, actor Joe Quinn, looked up from his phone as you grinned next to him in your chair.  The flushness on his cheeks was evident, along with his big brown eyes that were locked with yours.  You giggled, noting how you almost caught him in an act when he was merely scrolling through his phone.  

“I wasn’t blushing!  It was…hot out,” he explained as you chuckled and pointed out the window behind the pair of you.

“It is literally snowing outside as we speak, are you joking?” You asked, Joe looking out the window to see the fat snowflake hitting the wall and cascading down to the ground.  He looked back at you with a raised brow.

“Well, it was warm in my car when I came here, so back off,” he replied lightly, you laughing at his antics.  You leaned over to brush your shoulder with his own, again getting his attention as you spoke, “So…anyone in your love life that I should know about?”

“Not at all,” He smoothly replied, but you could hear the undone of his voice that he was fully not telling the truth.  Of course, he wouldn’t tell you about his crush, much to your dismay since you were trying to figure out your feelings for your friend.  For how many years you two have known each other, long before Joseph became popular as an actor thanks to Stranger Things.  You and Jose grew up together in school, being good friends and hanging onto the friendship through thick and thin.  But of course, there were always times when you thought the line of friendship would blur into romance.  Joe was a great guy, not a bad bone in his body with a shocked sense of humor and a humbled nature about his career and where he wanted to go.  

He never pushed you away when his career was taking off, though some of his other friendships blew off in the wind.  Joe held onto yours tight, talking to you constantly on the phone and hanging out together when he had downtime.  You knew he was busy as hell, much more so when Stranger Things made him into a sensation.  He would call you to either chat up, vent or simply grow deeper in your friendship together.  And of course, being the great friend that you were, you would pick up the phone every time.  Grabbing dinner with him when he needed an escape, joining him on a quick weekend getaway when he needed to decompress from his stressful schedule.

You were simply being a friend, but the blogs and gossip columns were thinking otherwise. 

Most of what they were saying was in fact false and harsh, not to mention the pictures the paparazzi would take when you two were out and about together. It was hard to read at times and simply nearly impossible to swallow down, and no matter how many times Joe would reassure you that they never bothered him, it did to you.  Maybe because you were still in denial about your feelings for him, never seeing it as a possibility in the future of your two being an item together.  Plus you’ve only heard horror stories of people dating actors and stars, most of the relationships burning to the ground and not lasting longer than a few months.  The last thing you wanted to do was to jeopardize the friendship you two have had for over a decade.  

But how long were you going to be in denial?

“Alright, if you don’t feel like telling me then, and here I thought we were close…” You replied in a light tease as Joe chuckled and chucked his phone on the couch.  He eyed him, seeing you give him the mocked cold shoulder.

“We are, trust me.  You’re one of the closest friends I have,” he rescued you, pausing for a brief moment before he spoke again, “I’d rather iron it out on my own before telling you since your opinion on who I date is important to me,”

You just smiled and nodded your head, “Fine, fine. Keep your crush to yourself then.  But whoever they are, they’re lucky.”

As you walked off to retrieve your book, Joe was watching you with a small smile on his lips.  You had no idea he was cooking up a plan to ask you on a date, to leave his own heart on the line for you.  

The End.

January Prompt Session

[nishiyako]

Satisfaction (NSFW)

Paring : Denki x Unsatisfied!Reader

Tags : Riding, Missionary, creampie, 2 rounds, emotionaly-charged sex, wine, Sexual frustration, one-sided pinning

Summary : As a dominatrix, you start to miss the intimate and mutual part of sex. One late night after a little wine, your best friend Denki chooses to help you with your pent-up frustration.

Life as a professional dominatrix wasn't easy. Though you loved seeing men begging on their knees for you and worshiping every part of your body to fulfill every nasty fantasy they have, you missed being vounrible and intimacy.

You missed being told what to do, manhandled until you couldn't even think for yourself, being pouded so hard by someone you couldn't walk for weeks, they were just fantasies at this point.

You would rarely have any boyfriends since no one would want a girlfriend who did sex work, at least you could find comfort in your best friend.

Denki Kaminari was hard to explain, he was sweet yet had that sexy edge to him that you couldn't get enough of. He knew about your job and he was fine with it, he'd always be there to listen to you rant about all the sessions you had, good or bad.

He wondered how you'd be in bed since your stories made you sound amazing. He thought about it too many times for comfort.

He'd find his mind wandering, maybe if he was the one you'd be satisfied. He didn't want you to whip him until he was sorry (though he'd be open to it). He saw under your intimidating aura, just a girl who wanted some love.

One night you came over to his apartment. no special occasion, just a weekend. Snacks, soda and a little bit of wine were present, just the two of you hanging out chatting about the week.

He loved to listen to you rant, he would get lost watching those sweet lips of yours move as your voice was music to his ears.

As you and him started drinking a bit more, the conversation got darker than expected, ranting became venting as he opened up about his fears about hero work you talked about being unsatisfied with your job.

You and him would have deep conversations together judgment free, but something you said spaked an idea in his empty brain.

"I just miss that intimacy you know? What I wouldn't give to be spoiled in bed for once." You said. Was this a joke? That's obviously an invitation right? He wasent sure, he hated that.

He honestly didn't know what to say, could he just conffess how bad he's been wanting to fuck you and let it be his lucky day or would you have to spell it out for him.

"Yeah, that sounds like it sucks." He said taking another sip out of his wine glass, "if only there was a super hot blonde to help you out with that" he said sarcastically.

"I wish there was." You said with a smirk on your lips. It made him heat up just thinking about what your intentions are. You both were close friends anyway, so it would be fine, right?

He felt himself harden just at the thought of getting that close to you, His brain was fuzzed, but he was already so horny for you. You had to be doing it on purpose.

"You want me to help you with that?" He asked bluntly, hoping he played his cards right. A smile formed on your lips as you honestly couldn't imagine what he'd do to you.

"I'd like that." With a hint of excitement in your voice, he didn't want to waste any time. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before placing a smack on your ass, making blood rush to it, leaving an obvious red handprint under your slutty shorts.

He opened the door to his familiar bedroom, tacky decorations, yet it felt like home. He layed you down, placing you on the bed like the princess you deserved to be treated like.

Your doubts started to disappear as his empty brain flooded with ideas of what he could do to you. It excited you seeing your childhood best friend kneeling in between your open legs as he untied the knot of his sweat pants while he was towering over you.

He pulled the little strings away from eachother, leaving the garter loose so you could see the fabric tent over his buldge. You watched with hearts in your eyes as you started to turn you brain off.

He shifted closer to you, lips barely touching. He hesitated, scared that he'd wake up any moment now, but there really was only way to find out.

Maybe it was the wine or maybe the lack of intimacy you've gotten the past months, but it felt divine.

His lips intertwined with yours like it was ment to be, you hugged him around his neck as one of his hands wandered to your waist, slipping of the shorts and cute panties you were wearing.

You jolted at the feeling of his thick fingers against your heat, playing with your sensitive nub, and he made you lose your mind.

You whimpered against his lips, and he toyed with you, stimulating your little bundle of nerves as you already started to leak down your thighs.

He pushes your thighs apart as he parted from the heated kiss you shared, you wished it didn't have to end but you were curious to what he had planned, he alredy had you this needy from some kisses and his fingers, you only imagined what could happen next.

He pulled the hem of his sweatpants down, his cock springing up. It was big, bigger than you expected.

You bit your lip at the fact as you griped the linen sheets. His hands slipped under you as he made you straddle him.

He was on his knees as your legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands explored your back, tracing your curves before squeezing your adorable ass again.

Your eyes met as you let out an adorable gasp from his grip, you got lost in his yellow eyes, there wasent a power dynamic from what you could tell, at that moment you were equals, he was just taking the lead.

"You sure you want this..?" You asked. Were you crazy? You, in his bed, your legs wrapped around his waist? It's all he could ever want.

"Only if you want it." He said, trying to act like he hadn't dreamt of this night since high school.

Your hearts were beating, both of you scared to make the first move in fear of screwing it up, it was painful but so adorable seeing the pink dust on his cheeks from his internalized embarrassment.

"Yeah, I want it." You said smiling. It felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted from his chest as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Fainally, he can fuck you like he's been hoping to since he could remember.

He hears your cute gasps as he slid into you, thrusting for you to bounce up and down as your bodies were pressed together, only separated by thin peices of clothing.

He couldn't believe you dominated men for a living, this little thing? So vounrible in his arms and bouncing on his cock.

The springy mattress helped Denkis movements, making it easier to move in and out of you with his carefully thrusts.

Your arms and legs wrapped around him as he fucked you deep, hitting that spot you nor anyone else could reach.

You whined with every thrust he did as he stayed silent. You got worried, were you not what he expected?

But he loved every moment of it, silently admiring you so perfectly wrapped around him, body and cunt.

His thrusts quickened, yet he was still a bit slow, letting you savor every unique feeling.

"Do I feel good..?" You asked with a slight mumble as you stammered your words. He gave a nod and a hum, "the best." He responded.

Your cheeks heated up hearing his voice one more, shivers ran laps up and down your spine the more heavy his breaths became.

Hooded yellow eyes staring at your ass bouncing as you clinged to him, he could see much of you, but he didn't mind.

You clinged on the fabric of his vintage t-shirt, smelling the musk of his clothing.

His hand ran through your silky hair before holding it close, his hand on your head as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

He cherished it. Every single moan and movement you made was perfect to him. He didn't know if he should praise you or stay quiet. He was hesitant about his actions.

He's had sex before, he was good looking and funny so you wouldn't be suprised but, with you it was diffrent. He tried to memorize every detail of the moment knowing he'd want to relive it over and over again.

"Denks... are you close?" Your voice snapped him out of his trance, "Hm? No baby, I'm alright." He said back.

'Baby'? That was the first time anyone has called you such an endearment.

"Are you close..?" He asked back. He felt you nod as your head was rested, shit.

He got lost in you so much that he forgot to enjoy it, hated himself for that honestly, you were still mindlessly bouncing on his cock this whole time.

"Sorry, I got lost in thought. Beautiful girl like you got my brain all fuzzy." He cooed, whispering in your ear. Your legs tightened around him as you came close.

"Don't worry about me, just finnish when you can." He promised, still thrusting into you at the same pace he started.

You never thought you'd be in this position, you'd think about it once or twice but it fainaly happening was something you never thought would happen.

The knot in your stomach tightened. It was bound to snap any moment. "Denks, So fucking good!" You whines a series of praises and chanted his name, you felt him twitch every time he heard his name come out of that sweet mouth of yours. So cute, so perfect.

It snapped faster than you expected. You threw your head back, moaning, borderline screaming. His heartfilled eyes were fixated on you and only you.

You caught your breath as he slipped himself out, your slick hole staining the sheets, and he layed you on your back.

He felt like an idiot, how could he not cum with such a cute girl on his dick, adorable moans and him hitting all the right places, if he could do it all over again he'd enjoy it more than worrying the whole time.

He stood up, still hard as a rock and tip red and swollen. He went to get tissues before he felt your hand grab around his wrist.

"Something wrong?" He said, turning his head to look at you. You shook your head as a 'no', "What's up?" He said, sitting back down.

"Are you open for a round two?" You asked. You're joking, no way. He couldn't believe his luck tonight. Was this his reward for being patient all those years?

"It's okay if you don't wan -" "Yes." He cut you off, a dumbass smile formed on his lips.

He took off your shirt and unhooked your bra. This time, he knows he's gonna do it right. He slipped his shirt off, throwing it on the floor as he lowered himself onto you carefully.

"Are you sure you want a second round?" He asked, "I can go all night Denki." You responded, becareful on what comes out of your mouth, he might take you up on that offer.

He kneeled in between your open legs, slipping in easier than before. You couldn't get enough of it. You were addicted from just one round.

The both of you were even more sensitive than the start. He pressed onto your stomach to feel himself enter you, causing a little bump in your belly, how adorable.

He slipped in and out, enjoying how your insides wrapped him so well. Ah, you had no idea how crazy you made him.

He fucked you senseless this time, showing you what he can do. He held to the desk of your hips as he thrusted in and out, hitting your sweet spot.

He didn't know how long he'd last seeing you like this, he feels helpless when it came to you. He knew he couldn't have you. You were out of his league, yet he's secured a round two.

You felt that you'd last shorter this time. He made you bounce and shake the bed as he lost himself once more, heartfilled eyes fixes on your adorable body. He loved it.

"Baby, I'm gonna pull out, okay? Don't want anything we don't want happening." He said, huffy voice and hands kneeling your flesh.

You shook your head, you were on the pill anyways, and you'd give anything to be filled by such a man.

"If that's what you want." He said, leaning closer, stealing a kiss from your lips before you kissed him back, not wanting a single second to go to waste.

You feel one strong thrust against you as he filled you up, making your insides even messier as his seed dripped out of your cunt.

You arch your back breaking from the kiss as you moaning against his smirking lips.

You woke up in Denkis bedroom, head aching yet vivid memories. You looked down to see his aged vintage T-shirt on your naked body.

Noticing the scattered clothes all over the bedroom, you looked behind you, you saw him arm wrapped around your waist, still shirtless in bed. Poor thing probably still deep asleep from last night.

A few minutes staring at the ceiling and your prince charming has fainally awoken, "morning beautiful." He said with a croak in his voice, kissing your check.

"Morning handsome," you responded, him already blushing at your words. "Mm, don't call me that you're gonna make me catch feelings," he whined.

You giggle at the thought, you and Denki in a relationship. On second thought that wouldn't be that bad

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 01 of ? | masterpost

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Clearly, he was a decent guy, but it got you wondering why he ended up there, all by himself in a town he didn't know squat about. Was he on the run from something? What brought him here in the first place? You were itching to find out. Beyond mere curiosity, a peculiar fascination started to take root.

✦ warnings and tags: jason newsted x reader, age gap (23/38), no use of y/n, slow burn, grumpy/sunshine dynamics maybe?, drinking, reader has a backstory and it's kinda tragic, a bit of angst

The end of winter came with the soft, cheerful chirping of the birds returning from migration, the air crisp as the morning sun rose. Warm light seeped through the white curtains, being caught by the small crystal prism hanging from the window. The room felt like a dream as you opened your eyes, sunlight and small rainbows casting warm glows in the walls, the wardrobe, the bed, your legs.

It was such a beautiful sight to wake up to, and you couldn’t help but linger in bed just a bit longer, curling up under the covers. The morning air hinted at a warm day ahead, but the tip of your nose felt cold, and you wished you could sleep for just a few more minutes.

In theory, you could. It was a Saturday, and weekends were meant for resting, but after working hard all week, you couldn’t bear the thought of wasting your precious free time snoozing — especially with such a gorgeous day practically calling your name, begging you to get out there and soak it all in.

You could totally head down to Main Street, hit up the only bookshop in town, and grab some groceries on the way back. Then, you'd probably ring up your best friend Sophie, and the two of you would end up spending the whole afternoon in her room, chatting about everything and nothing, with you venting about having to see your ex, Ethan, at your night gig and how he just couldn't stop staring at you all night long.

Life was calm that way. Predictable, even. It’s not like you could expect more than that, living in a small town such as yours, where nothing much ever really happened, and nothing ever seemed to change. But, even as you stirred awake, you could feel in your chest a restlessness that you tried to ignore.

The longing for more than this.

Life hadn't been an easy journey for you the past couple of years. When you were younger, the idea of living in the small town where you grew up felt like a cozy certainty you'd had since you were a kid. Being an only child, you were close to your parents. The thought of leaving them behind to start a new life elsewhere just didn't sit right with you. But then, everything changed about a week after your 21st birthday, when you and your parents got into a car crash. While you managed to walk away with just a few scars, they didn't make it.

And just like that, you were on your own. All those dreams you had, all those plans for the future, just seemed to lose their meaning overnight. You didn’t have any close kin, but managed to get back on your feet thanks to your family’s friends. That's the thing about small towns, right? People looked out for each other. But, as much as you adored the place, being there was also too painful. You knew you needed more than this, living in a house that used to be bursting with love and laughter but now was only home to you and your solitude. 

You let out a sigh, blinking as you gazed at the sun's reflection on the roof. Wallowing in the past wasn't gonna do you any good; if you wanted to make the most of the day, you'd better haul yourself out of bed soon. With a grunt, you sat up, yawning and stretching your arms. A quick peek at the clock told you it was still early — eight in the morning.

A sudden racket down on the street made you furrow your brow, piquing your curiosity. You hopped out of bed, drawing back the curtains, and let out a little gasp when you spotted the moving truck parked at the neighboring house. That place had been up for sale forever, until one day it wasn't. Nobody in the neighborhood had a clue who'd snagged it, so you just figured it must have been someone from out of town. But you sure didn't expect them to move in this fast, whoever they were. You watched as a bunch of guys hopped out of the truck and started hauling boxes and furniture, an idea starting to brew in your head.

You had no clue who your new neighbors were, but you were itching to find out. The thought of meeting some fresh faces was downright thrilling, a break from the same old routine day in and day out. With a spring in your step, you headed to the bathroom, suddenly excited and humming a tune as you brainstormed the best way to make an introduction. Baking up a batch of brownies seemed like a solid plan; you were a whiz in the kitchen, and they were a breeze to whip up. Plus, it'd be the perfect excuse to get to know the new folks in the neighborhood.

You got right to it after your shower; you loved cooking, so those brownies were whipped up in a flash. The kitchen was soon filled with the heavenly aroma of chocolate baking, and you seized the chance to brew some fresh coffee too. Once everything was ready, you arranged the brownies all nice and cute in a porcelain tray and decided to throw in some coffee in a thermal bottle for good measure.

The neighbor's door was wide open, with furniture and boxes scattered everywhere in the living room and on the porch. You didn't wanna barge in uninvited, so you rang the bell instead. After a few minutes of waiting, your new neighbor finally showed up. He seemed older than you, with short, curly brown hair and sharp blue eyes that sized you up quickly. You couldn't help but wonder if he had a wife or maybe some little ones you'd end up meeting.

"Hey," he greeted, with a kind of shy smile playing on his lips. "Need a hand?"

"Hi," you replied, feeling a bit bashful all of a sudden. You adjusted the tray of brownies and the coffee bottle in your hands, and he quickly stepped in, taking the tray from you. "You're the new guy, right? I'm your next-door neighbor, brought over some welcome brownies for you and the family."

He chuckled softly. "Thanks. But no family here, just me."

"Oh, my bad. I kinda assumed..." You trailed off, your curiosity getting the better of you, which earned you a soft laugh from him.

"Yeah, long story. I'm Jason, by the way. Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Jason," you grinned, then gave him your name. "I'd offer a handshake, but... yeah." You trailed off, feeling a bit embarrassed as you glanced at the tray Jason was holding. He chuckled.

"It's all good. And hey, thanks for these," he said, gesturing to the tray of brownies. Then, he hesitated for a second before asking, "Wanna...  join me for breakfast? The place is a bit of a disaster right now, but we could chill on the porch if you're up for it."

"Oh, sure!" you agreed with a grin. Meeting new folks was a rarity in your usual routine, so this was kind of a thrill. Plus, Jason seemed like a solid guy, and you were genuinely curious about his story and why he'd end up in your sleepy little town all on his own.

You and Jason kicked back on the porch steps; he managed to find a couple of mugs amidst the mess of moving boxes while you poured the fresh coffee, the scent lingering in the air as the sun beamed down, casting dancing shadows through the leaves of the tree out front.

Jason was quiet, almost like he was feeling a bit shy himself, which got you thinking about how to break the ice. Your curiosity sparked up again as you noticed some pretty pro-looking gear on the moving truck: amps and what seemed like a guitar case.

"You play guitar?" you asked, shooting him a curious look. He smiled, holding up a hand to signal for a moment as he finished chowing down on his brownie.

"Bass, actually," he replied, his eyes lighting up a bit. "Was in a band, but I bounced. Figured I'd focus on some other stuff for a while."

"Ah, gotcha. So, did Oak Ridge call your name for some musical inspiration?" you quipped, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I’m from Battle Creek," he replied, and you nodded. You'd never actually been to the city, but you knew it was somewhere in Michigan, about an hour's drive from your neck of the woods. "Been out in California for a few years now. Figured it might be nice to come back home, but I didn't want to go back to my old stomping grounds, so... after some searching, I wound up here. It's a pretty little town," he said, his voice softening, and you couldn't help but smile. "Thought maybe it'd give me a little peace of mind."

"Yeah, it's pretty damn peaceful around here, that's for sure. Can get a bit too quiet sometimes, but hey, can't complain," you remarked, and he let out a chuckle. "If you ever need a hand with anything, I'm just a stone's throw away."

"Thanks," he grinned. "So, you're a local then?"

"Born and raised," you replied, your tone tinged with a touch more melancholy than you intended.

“Don’t you like it here?” he asked, his voice gentle. You shook your head, offering a small smile.

"It's not that. It's just... My folks passed away not too long ago, so... It's kinda tough being here without 'em," you admitted softly, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks as you noticed the sympathy in Jason's eyes. "Sorry, didn't mean to dump all that on you."

"You're not. I'm really sorry for your loss," he murmured, reaching out to take your hand in his. His touch was warm, his rough palm against your softer skin offering an unexpected source of comfort. You blushed, casting your gaze downward.

"Thanks," you whispered, and he cleared his throat lightly before releasing your hand. You almost missed the sensation of his touch, a lingering warmth ghosting over your skin as you lifted your gaze to meet his. "I should probably let you get back to your stuff... Need a hand with anything?"

"Don't sweat it, I've got some guys on the job," he grinned. "Plus, you shouldn't spend your weekend playing servant for an old man like me. You've already treated me to some free breakfast, after all."

"Yeah, you're welcome," you chuckled softly, and he joined in with a laugh of his own. As you stood up, he followed suit. "Catch you later, Mr...?"

"Newsted," he replied, "But you can just call me Jason."

"Got it. See you around, Jason," you grinned.

"See you."

The rest of your day unfolded just as you'd mapped it out; a stroll down Main Street, a pit stop at Mrs. Smith's shop for a cup of coffee, and a quick swing by the bookshop before snagging some essentials at the grocery store. Yet, amidst the routine, your mind kept circling back to Jason. You figured a simple introduction would have satisfied your curiosity, but there was an undeniable pull to learn more about him, to unravel the sadness that lingered in his voice when he’d touched on his past.

It was a weird sensation, especially when you caught yourself replaying the way he'd gently held your hand, offering a comfort that hit you deeper than you expected. Clearly, he was a decent guy, but it got you wondering why he ended up there, all by himself in a town he didn't know squat about. Was he on the run from something? What brought him here in the first place? You were itching to find out.

Beyond mere curiosity, a peculiar fascination started to take root.

Your friend Sophie didn't miss the fact that you were zoning out. As you both sprawled out on her bedroom rug, surrounded by a heap of empty beer bottles in her tiny trash can and MTV music videos blaring from her shelf-mounted TV, your thoughts kept drifting back to Jason. The slight buzz from the booze made it even tougher to concentrate on anything else.

"You're not lost in Ethan-land again, are you?" Sophie quipped, and you tore your gaze away from the ceiling fan to meet her eyes. A grin tugged at your lips as you took in the single blue streak in her short, dark hair — a rebellious touch of authenticity her folks had begrudgingly allowed while she was still living under their roof. "Don't tell me he's been lurking around your workplace again. I swear, if he is, I'll kick his fucking ass."

“It’s not that, but thanks anyway," you grinned. Sophie arched an eyebrow.

"Well, you're definitely lost in thought about something. I can tell by that look of yours."

"Did you hear? I got new neighbors moving in today," you mentioned. "Well, not neighbors, just one guy apparently."

"So, is this the mystery that's been occupying your brain?" Sophie teased, and you let out a grunt. "Is he hot?" she prodded, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips, but the thought lingered in your mind nonetheless. Sure, you'd noticed Jason's looks, but what really grabbed your attention was his demeanor — he seemed so easygoing, yet here he was, uprooting his life to move to a tiny town all by himself. And he had this... way about him. Comforting, you'd call it. Maybe it was all in your head, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he carried a weight of sadness and solitude, much like you did. You wondered if he harbored the same itch for something different — for something new that even you couldn't quite put your finger on.

As for his looks... Well, you couldn't deny he was easy on the eyes, with his gorgeous hair and those piercing blue eyes. His smile felt infectious and genuine, and you couldn’t forget about those hands of his — warm, big, and sturdy, like they could tackle anything.

"He's decent," you muttered, though truth be told, thinking about him for this long had left a bit of a buzz coursing through your body. It hit you then: you wanted to dig deeper, to unravel more about him. It was a weird sensation, really. In a small town like this, meeting new faces wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence. Most folks you knew had been around forever. 

Encountering someone entirely fresh was a rarity — and you could tell you were already getting sucked into the whirlwind of it.

 ☆

It was early evening when the moving crew finally wrapped up. They had unloaded all of Jason’s stuff from the trucks, sorted it out by rooms, and even put together some of the more complicated furniture. Moving had always been a stress-fest, but this time it had been something else. Jason had never realized he had so much junk piled up until now.

He snagged the coffee bottle you'd left out earlier, pouring himself a bit of the drink and grumbling when he realized it was stone cold. Figures — it had been brewed for breakfast, hours before. It dawned on him that he hadn't eaten a thing all day, and suddenly his crankiness made a whole lot more sense. Sure, he could try warming the coffee up, but the thought of any extra effort felt like it would drain the last ounce of patience he had left. With a sigh, he gulped down the cold coffee, the memory of you lingering with the faint bitter aftertaste.

You were a curious little thing, unexpected but a welcome surprise in his morning routine. Jason found himself thinking about you more than he’d expected, a girl with kindness in her heart yet a sadness mirroring his own in her eyes. Getting to know you, even just a little, made him feel selfish. What could he possibly understand about your sorrow, someone who had endured so much loss? He remembered being your age, brimming with life, hopes, and dreams. Losing both parents at such a young age — he couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been. Even if he was trying to escape his own troubles, they paled in comparison to yours.

Yeah, maybe he had been on the run for a while. Ever since he'd reached his breaking point and found the courage to say enough's enough, to walk away from Metallica after years of disrespect and heartache. But why did it feel like he'd lost it all, when he was the one who made the call to bail? Jason couldn’t deny that the sadness he’d been feeling, along with the relentless questions, accusations, and those damn interview requests were pushing him to the brink of insanity.

He decided he’d reached his breaking point, had his fill of it all. He wanted to disappear somewhere folks hadn't even heard of James fucking Hetfield and Lars fucking Ulrich, where nobody would hassle him for ditching Metallica, wouldn't grill him about every move he wanted to make. So he looked for somewhere where he could just quit — maybe buy some land, tend to some critters, and jam out in peace. Oak Ridge seemed as good a spot as any, and before he knew it, he found himself snagging a house in the small town, at least until he figured out his next move. With more cash than he knew what to do with, being out of the spotlight for a bit wasn't gonna do him any harm. If anything, he figured it might just do the opposite.

Jason's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the jingle of keys at his front door. He frowned, setting his mug in the sink and tiptoeing to the room. His eyebrow shot up when he heard a soft curse, instantly recognizing the voice as yours. With a few brisk steps, he swung the door open, finding you on the other side. You let out a yelp, cheeks flushed, and he realized with an amused smile you were obviously a bit drunk. Sure, he'd been more than tipsy at your age, but you didn't strike him as the type to get so plastered you'd mistake your neighbor's house for your own.

"Oh, Mr. Newsted! I-I'm really sorry," you stammered, your face now definitely turning beet red. Jason couldn't help but bite his lower lip, trying to hold back his laughter. You were clearly embarrassed — it was funny, but also endearing.

“You’re here for dinner?” he joked, and you blinked, looking surprised. He chuckled softly. "Just kidding. Are you okay?"

"I'm... I'm fine," you mumbled. "I'm really, really sorry. I forgot my porch light was off, and I'm so used to it being on that when I saw your porch lit up, I... I mean, it's always been off until today, so..."

"It's alright. You want some water?" he offered. Despite knowing you'd sober up soon enough, he couldn't help but be concerned. Hopefully all you'd have to deal with the next day was a hangover and some embarrassment.

"I'm okay," you insisted, still a bit flushed. "But thanks. I should probably head home now."

"Make sure you eat something, drink some water, and maybe take a cold shower before hitting the hay, okay?" he advised. "It might ease the hangover tomorrow."

"Thanks," she giggled, and he couldn't help but smile back. "Goodnight, Mr. Newst... Jason."

"Night," he chuckled softly. He watched you as you made your way to your house, opening the door. He let out a small, relieved sigh when he saw you step inside, flicking on the lights and locking the door behind you. It was good to know you were safe.

And just like that, Jason felt his bad mood melt away. Sure, he was still tired, and he didn't think he could ever shake off the grumpiness on an empty stomach, but having you around was definitely a pleasant surprise.

Maybe moving to this little town was gonna turn out to be a pretty nice experience after all.

✧ if you'd like to be tagged on the next parts, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! ❤ ✧

[strawbrygashez]

Zero Day Family HCS

Some thoughts I have about how the two would interact with each others families and whatnot..

•In the movie, it seems like Cals family is always doing something & are very family oriented! With how large that one party was and how we see Cals parents interact with Cal a lot more positively than how Andres parents interact with Andre… SO this makes me believe that when Andre does accompany Cal to those big family events, he feels slightly overwhelmed and out of place.

Since Andres extended family is more than likely all back in Germany, it feels so alien for him to see a whole family around like this. Grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, you name it.. he has no idea it feels that’s like. It’s literally always has been just Andre and his parents the majority of his life.

That being said though, I think Cals close and extended family welcome Andre with open arms. They’ll chat with him and pull him either which way at a party to go see something or someone :,)

(Speaking of, wouldn’t it be funny if one of Cals cousins had a little crush on Andre.. and they tell Cal something like, “Yeah your friend over there is kinda cute. What’s his name again?” And Cal just… becomes a total dickhead and is like “Let me introduce you to him :D he’s single!” And drags them along to meet Andre despite their protests. He himself knows that Andre will more than likely not be interested at all but Cal loves pushing Andres buttons and making him uncomfortable every now and then.)

So Cal will walk off after he introduces the two and says some bs like “hey you aren’t seeing anyone right Andre? I want you to meet my cousin.” Andre is dying on the inside because he has no idea what to say to her and it’s just so uncomfortable for them both. He definitely finds Cal after and hits him in the back of his head)

•Cals siblings are obsessed with Andre. They always run to the door when he comes over and show him things they made or new toys they got and unless Cal puts up a fight or Andre is just really not in the mood, they’ll try to pull Andre outside so they can play things like football with him.

Initially, Andre didn’t think he’d like being around Cals siblings because for all he knew, all kids were just annoying and loud but once they started going on about how they like Andre more than their own brother sometimes, he’s making sure he’s the coolest guy they know. He likes the feeling of being someone others look up to and the little ego boost that comes with it :,)

•Again with Cals siblings, I think even they can tell how totally joined at the hip Cal and Andre are.. which leads to some teasing and “Uncle Andre” being said 💀 Andre won’t even take it to heart like he would if anyone his age was saying that kinda stuff to him since their just kids and are genuinely just playing around. He’ll just playfully shove them away or put a hand over their face to make them shut up.

•Andre isn’t particularly close to Cals parents but they like him well enough. Andre doesn’t really know how to deal with parental figures that well because his own parents are kinda just yknow ‘there’ for the most part. He doesn’t particularly feel very close to his own parents besides maybe his mom a bit.

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•Andres mom loves Cal a lot! I feel like Andre never had any close friends growing up so she’s so happy Cal hangs out with him. Especially because he seems so nice and a good influence (💀).

I like to imagine that one day, Cal went to Andres house because he needed to vent and just get out of his own house for a bit but when he showed up, Andre wasn’t there. Like maybe he’s working later then usual or some school thing came up. Usually, Cal would just go up to Andres room anyways to wait for him but Andres mom insisted on making him something.

Cals sitting there at the dinner table dissociating and she notices somethings off so she asks if he’s okay and.. he just starts bawling. He doesn’t even mean to but yknow how just hearing someone ask if your okay can make u cry? Yeah. So she sits down with him and tries her best to calm him down and understand what’s going on.

Hes’s eventually able to calm himself down with a mix of her help and him just being embarrassed he broke down in front of her. Andre comes in soon after and is very confused why Cal looks like he just got done crying with his mom next to him. And is even more confused when his mom tells Andre to keep a eye on him and maybe take him out somewhere.

•Andres dad and Cal barely interact besides Andres dad patting his shoulder and asking about school, girls, what he’s been up to and etc. Cal can tell that Andres dad doesn’t like him that much since Cal doesn’t really act all tough and masculine but it’s nothing crazy. Just kinda a thing where they’ll occasionally chat and nod to each other but that’s about it.

•Andres mom loves to share embarrassing things about Andre so much. Like telling stories about how cute Andre was and how he’d follow her around all the time when he was younger, how’d he pick her flowers, how he still believed in Santa a bit past the appropriate age to still believe in him, and etc. she also loves showing Cal Andres baby pictures and videos too. Andre will straight up leave or put his head in his hands but Cal doesn’t give a shit. He’s SO giddy about seeing this old side of Andre. It takes everything in Andre not to hit Cal when he asks “Where’d that sweet, kind boy go?”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I finally gathered the courage to make a request! The pokepasta brainrot is real, so can I get a reader who is from another bootleg pokemon game becoming friends with Grey and maybe relating to his troubles with being stuck in a poorly made game? Platonic if you can! Thank you!

When you met Grey for the first time, ya'll pretty much did the spiderman pointing meme.

"You're from a bootleg game??? And you had a life before your soul got converted into broken code????"

"No way you went through that, too???"

But in all seriousness, he's relieved that somebody finally understands him and his situation.

Glitchy Red, Blake, Lost Silver, and Steven are from their own hacked games...although he finds it hard to relate to any of them because those were somewhat functional.

They all got to have their own teams and be champions or at the very least battle gym leaders.

Grey didn't even have that.

Whoever developed his game got lazy and left it unfinished, abandoning him in a cold, barren Pokémon-less world with Shinto as his only company.

You shit talk about your game's many flaws, but he just vents about how lonely he felt in his world and how he wishes he got the "authentic trainer experience".

He genuinely thought he was all alone until you showed up and sympathized with his struggles (bro was so happy he legit cried, he felt extremely validated).

He notices that you're always accompanied by a protective Mew who you got from the infamous Mew Glitch, (hence their uncanny appearance).

Apparently your game's creator only wanted to make a world for the Glitch Pokémon, and while you did have a few in your party, Glitch Mew was the only one with any real sentience.

And just like Shinto, they can turn into a nightmarish version of themselves...although it looks like a distorted Mewtwo.

You mentioned that the developer was likely some dumb kid that wanted Mew to evolve into Mewtwo, so they tried to program that into the game....and ofc it didn't go as planned. And that causes Glitch Mew to frequently evolve/devolve depending on their mood.

When meeting Shinto, however, she respects them and the two often play together and chat telepathically.

To outsiders, it looks like they're having a staring contest.

But tbh Grey is just glad to have somebody to keep her occupied while he hangs out with you.

It's hard, but you both try your best to have fun and act like normal kids.

[breakfastteatime]

Today's request is 'Nightmare' for @blueflowertea

Someone trips the derelict Venator’s alarms, and Cal’s no longer on a half-scrapped ship on Bracca. He’s on the Brave, running for his life. The clones are coming. They’re coming, faster, faster, and Master Tapal is there, he’s fighting, but he can’t hold them back and –

“Whoa there, where d’you think you’re going?”

Prauf’s voice is so out of place, Cal can’t begin to answer. He’s on the Brave –

He’s on Bracca –

He’s… he’s…

The clones. The clones are coming and Prauf is here, so it’s Prauf who’s going to die, shot to death trying to defend a useless –

“Cal!”

He is bodily shaken, head whipping back and forth. Cal snaps upright, looking at Prauf who stares back with blatant concern. Cal blinks hard, sweat stinging his eyes. He’s not where he just was, he’s not… but he is on a ship… the alarm… the clones…

“We have to go,” Cal says. “We have to get out!”

“Nah, don’t worry. It’s just…” Prauf tuts and looks over his shoulder. “Someone turn that damn siren off!”

Seconds later the siren chokes off. The sound of work resumes, but Cal’s still looking for the exit, body poised to fight, to run, to –

“Hey.”

Prauf’s voice is low and gentle. Cal looks at him, trying not to lose himself in Prauf’s concern. “I’m okay,” he says. He clears his throat to crush the tears, takes a deep breath. “I’m fine.”

“Those alarms are the worst, huh?” Prauf says with an awkward chuckle.

“Yeah,” Cal says with an equally awkward laugh. “The worst.”

The rest of the twelve-hour shift passes harmlessly enough, although Cal can’t get warm despite not being in the rain for once. When his day ends, he lugs himself off the ship and plods the lengthy journey back to the station. He nods along as Prauf chats, his friend’s words a woolly nonsense of noise. Cal’s eyes dart across the crowd. He won’t be safe until he’s home with the door locked.  

At the station, they step aboard the train. It’s a quieter carriage, and the faces Cal sees are all familiar ones from his crew. He drops into a seat, slumping. The panic is finally fading. He’s safe. He just needs to get home. Get some sleep. Settle himself as best he can.

How he wishes he could meditate and not –

“Wanna stop off at the Broken Spanner?” Prauf asks. “It’s Taco Taungsday.”

Normally Cal would go. Tacos are about the only thing that have any taste on Bracca. But he can’t. Not today. It’ll be too busy. He won’t be able to keep watch. “Not today. Next week.”

“Yeah, okay, sure thing.”

Cal slumps. The motion of the train, the familiar hum of chatter and propaganda flickering from the busted screens lulls him. He is so tired. So –

The door at the far end of the carriage opens. The clones storm in, weapons firing, riggers flailing and falling and –

“There he is.” A trooper stops ahead of Cal. He knows that armor, knows that voice, sees the end of the blaster and knows his end is coming. “Thought you could get away, huh?” The barrel of the blaster presses against Cal’s forehead. “Traitor.”

Cal jolts back, head cracking against the train wall. He’s gasping for breath. Everyone’s alive. There are no clones. Dream. Just a –

“Nightmare?” Prauf asks.

Cal sits straighter, sharply awake. He runs a hand over his hair and lets out a shaky breath. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

The train pulls into their stop before Prauf can say anything, and Cal’s up, calling a quick goodbye over his shoulder before throwing himself into the crowds heading home. He moves through the district, hood pulled over his head to protect him from the driving rain. He reaches his building, risks the ‘lift to his floor, and slides into his apartment, more grateful than he’s ever been to close the door and lock it. He takes off his poncho and hangs it up to dry, grabs his towel and dries off his hair. He kicks off his boots and leaves them out to dry by the small air vent. He switches out of his sodden work clothes into a dry set. The wet set he drapes over his tiny table.

He knows he should get something to eat, and his stomach growls at the thought of tacos, but he’s so tired, down to the very bones of himself, that all he wants is his bed. He doesn’t have the energy to cook, to –

There’s a knock at the door. “Hey, Cal, it’s me.”

Confused, Cal opens the door and finds Prauf on the other side.

Prauf holds up a takeout bag. “You looked like someone in need of tacos.”

“Prauf, you didn’t have to.” Somehow, Cal smiles instead of breaking down into sobs. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, kid.” He slides in, ducking down to fit. “Grab the plates and let’s eat.” Closing the door, Cal does as he’s told, and for the first time since the alarm went off, he finally feels secure.

[m-jelly]

Can I request erwin x reader headcanons for his s/o who has trust issues and suffers from insecurity about herself becoz her ex boyfriend cheated on her. She is section commander and is gr8 in her work.

Erwin x Insecure reader headcanons

Cheating concerns and trust:

Firstly, Erwin doesn't have the time to cheat if you think he might cheat. Erwin is either always with you or working hard and if you are a section commander then he's working close with you. So, he doesn't have the time to cheat on you if you're worried he will. You and his work are his life.

Erwin is not the type to cheat. Erwin is incredibly loyal to the core. He will stick to a person and his job until the very end. If you are together, you are his everything and he will never look at another woman because you are his woman.

There's only you around him. The rest of the people around him are young cadets, underage cadets, and Hange. Hange is not interested in Erwin and Erwin isn't in them. So, you have nothing to worry about there. If you think it'll be some rich woman, it won't. Erwin does not like making deals with the rich to get money. He strongly believes in the scouts and wouldn't sell himself out.

If you still think he's a cheater or don't trust him, he will do everything he can to build up that trust and get you any help you need to build up the tools to calm your mind and trust your partner. If you need couples therapy, that's what you'll get because he wants it to work.

Insecurities about yourself:

The man is your personal cheerleader. He thinks you're an incredible section commander. He adores how smart and kind you are and what you do for others. He is proud of you.

Erwin will give you words of praise often and you can tell he means it because he doesn't give praise lightly.

Erwin will take you on sweet dates and compliment the way you look. Plus, he looks at you with such deep admiration and love in his eyes. You're everything to him.

Erwin will listen to you when you want to talk about your worries. Your worries are his worries and he'll sit with you and let you vent to him about everything. Erwin is very logical, so he'll help you work through your troubles until you feel better.

He'll tell you he loves you often and has all his meals with you. He has to have his meals with you and he wants to. He wants to spend time with you so he can talk to you and reassure you he is always there with you.

He's always with you and he can read you like an open book. So, when you're feeling bad around him, he'll pull you close and sit you on his lap and ask you to talk to him. He'll chat to you for as long as you need to and if you don't want to talk he'll hold you and give you kisses.