#—I just never witnessed because I didn't pay for it. I can see why people despise the coin system so much.

[lokis-army-77]

Premium Air

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.1k

It's a few days after April Foos, Eddie isn't expecting you to pull a koke but you have something up your sleve.

Warning: noting! unless you count cursing

Thank you to my beta readers @munson-blurbs and @lofaewrites

Masterlist

You loved seeing the harmless little pranks that people would play on their significant others on social media and with April first already behind you, you knew Eddie wouldn’t suspect a thing. 

It was a bright Wednesday afternoon, you were at Robin's for a much needed girls day when you decided to put your little prank into action. 

"Hey, Rob, you wanna watch as I give Eddie a mini heart attack?" You ask as you wiggle into a more comfortable position on her couch.

"Oh my god, yes!" She excitedly shuffles over to you, leaning her whole body over your right side. 

You're both a giggling mess when you send the first text message. 

Hey, so my tire pressure light just came on, do I need to go have it checked?

It takes a few minutes but he eventually responds.

Is it still driving alright? 

Bring it to the shop when you get home from Robs, I'll fill it up before I leave work.

Yeah, it's driving just fine. The screen says it's my front passenger side tire.

You'll be fine to drive back home, I'll fill it up then, baby.

You leave it be for around thirty minutes as you and Robin think of what you should say next.

So Robin said I should go get it checked out and we were worried I wouldn't be able to drive all the way to your shop so I came to the one by her house.

I didn't know air was so expensive 😫. 

It was no more than a second later that your phone started to ring in your hands. Eddie's contact photo lighting up the screen. You swiped it away and you could feel Robin beginning to silently laugh 

Sweetheart, answer the phone.

Another call that you decline.

What do you mean expensive? Answer your phone!!!

Don't worry, Eds, the guy gave me a good deal! I think it's bc he thought I was pretty.

What do you mean by a good deal? Sweetheart, how much did you pay?

You and Robin can hardly contain your laughter. Tears are running down your faces. 

"I feel so bad, but it's so funny!" You cry. 

Robin nods along, "Don't, it's totally hilarious." She wipes her tears away and points at your phone, "Don't acknowledge those questions yet, say something about how he didn't notice the pretty comment."

You get to typing, fingers gliding over the keyboard.

Wow, I would have thought you'd be upset at another man...

Baby ,that is the last thing I'm worried about. HOW. MUCH. DID. YOU. PAY.

Well he said it was like premium air so it was on the more expensive end but apparently it won't seep out as fast as regular air.

You can see the read receipt and the three little dots as he begins to type. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest as the typing stops and he calls you again only for you to ignore it once more. 

Robin is beside you, howling as she holds her stomach. "This is the best thing I have EVER witnessed in my life!"

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, ANSWER YOUR PHONE. HOW MUCH DID YOU SPEND? BECAUSE PREMIUM AIR ISN'T REAL

So the guy said it's usually 250 for all 4 but he said he'd give me a deal and give me all 4 for the price of 3... is that not how much it usually is?

You need to tell me what shop you're at. Are you still there? Put me on the phone with this fucking guy

Eddie, I'm not putting you on the phone with him.

Sweetheart, why in the world would you take your car to someone else??? I'm literally a mechanic. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FREE!! 

Are you mad at me?

No, I'm not mad at you baby. I just need you to put me on the phone with the shop owner or someone, anyone. Air in all 4 tires is never gonna be over like 5 bucks...

I told you I'd take care of it, why didn't you just listen 

You almost double over, laughing harder than before. You could tell you were stressing him out, that he was trying to keep from freaking out. 

"Oh my god!" You cackle, "I think it's time to break it to him or else he might actually have a heart attack or maybe an aneurysm. 

Eddie calls you one last time and this time, you answer, sushing Robin as you press the speaker button. 

"Thank fuck, Sweetheart, put me on the phone with the asshole that scared you." His face was gruff, the growl of irritation bringing a shiver lust down your spine. 

"Eddie, baby, calm down." 

"I'll calm down when I get you your money back," he huffs. You can hear the sounds of his shop muffled through the speaker. 

You can't help the giggle that slips past your lips when you make eye contact with Robin. 

"This is not funny," he stresses. 

The giggles continue to bubble up, "I know I know, but I can't help it. I love you so much."

"I love you too, now please let me talk to the guy, I really don't wanna ask again." 

Robin takes your phone at that point, clearing her throat and proceeding to do her best impression of a blue collar man.

"Hey, this is Rodger, at you just got pranked garage, how can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can help me, I-" Eddie stops mid sentence. 

You've got your hand covering your mouth as you try, and fail, to cover your chortles.

"Wait a second... Robin?" All the building anger in his voice disappears as he slowly realizes what's happening.

Robin begins wheezing as you grab your phone back, "We got you!" You gleefully exclam into the phone.

"We got you good!" Robing teeters back on her legs, almost falling from the couch.

You can hear the shaky sigh of relief fron the receiver on the other end. "Thank God. Baby you had me going crazy over here. I was about to drive to every garage in town to find you."

"I'm so so so sorry, baby. I really am but we didn't do anything for April fools like we usually do and I just knew you wouldn't be expecting this."

Eddie lets out the longest sigh of relief you've ever heard. "Shit, sweetheart, I'm getting too old for these pranks."

"You're 35." You deadpan.

"And it's all down hill from here."

You can't see it but you know he has a shit eating grin on and you roll your eyes. "I'll make it up to you when I get home."

"You better."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #female reader #eddie munson fluff

[literaticat]

I'm at my wit's end. I've spent a decade trying to break through - 10 years with 5 novels coming super close with a variety of big publishers, who rave about my writing, ideas, etc. Feedback has been mostly positive. One even rejected saying "I don't know why we're rejecting this, it's EXACTLY what we're looking for and ticks all our boxes, but we feel compelled to reject it anyway." Is there just a "Do Not Publish" sign on my head? How to keep pushing ahead after so long and so much rejection?

(OP continues...) "Sorry about the rant, Jenn, and I know there's not much you can say as you don't know my specific situation. But it's just maddening. 10+ years of my life! I know everyone faces rejection, but I seem to mostly get positive feedback and so many "close calls" of almost getting a deal - a lot of interest, but then it just peters out. That "compelled to reject anyway" just made me start feeling like I'm just fated to never be published, no matter what? I'm unagented now, starting from scratch..."

OK first of all -- that rejection, if that is literally what they said, is utterly insane. I have to presume (HOPE? PRAY?) that you are paraphrasing, that that is what it *felt* like to you, but that's not LITERALLY what they said??? Because there are certainly things where, on the surface, yes, this is what a publisher is looking for and it "ticks the boxes", but ultimately, it doesn't have that X-factor, je ne sais quois, or whatever -- so I can see a publisher saying something like, "while the writing is admirable and the premise is interesting, ultimately, we weren't compelled enough to make an offer for publication" -- which is ALMOST what you said, but there's a key difference that makes it actually normal and not insane. Because in YOUR version, it sounds like they are under an imperius curse or something, where they don't know what they are doing or why they are doing it, they just have to do it, even though it is against what WOULD be their better judgment if they weren't cursed. And... it's wild to think that a publisher would make a statement like that. (Maybe they were having a very OFF DAY???) -- BUT ANYWAY, on to the crux of your question/rant:

I understand your frustration. If it makes you feel any better (??), you're not alone. I know many -- MANY -- MANY career authors, who spent 10 years honing their craft, trying and failing, getting rejections, getting close-but-no-cigars, etc. I was chatting with a wise (and now famous) author I know, who spent 10 years or so in the query/wrong-agent/rejection/close-call trenches. She told me a theory that I feel pretty sure is right, though I don't have proof per se, it does track with my observations. She said:

Just about everyone who sticks with writing or the arts in general as a career has about a ten-year rough patch. That doesn't mean it takes everyone ten years to get published! (Though it does take LOTS of people 10+ years) -- Some lucky people get their break a lot sooner than that. BUT. Everyone has to pay the piper that ten year fee, either all at once, or in installments. So let's say you sell your book right away and start raking in the accolades etc -- fab! Just know that nobody stays popular and beloved forever, and at some point, the ten year slump is coming for you. Aren't you lucky that you're getting yours out of the way now?

OK, if that didn't work for you, how about this:

How to keep pushing ahead after so long and so much rejection?

You know you don't have to, right?

Like, if writing and seeking traditional publication is making you miserable -- you can stop. In fact, stopping may be a great idea.

I say this not to be discouraging, but rather, encouraging, actually. I encourage you to give yourself permission to prioritize your own mental and emotional well-being.

If you realize you miss writing and can't live without it -- go back to it! But maybe instead of having "publication" as your goal, your goal can be writing for the pure joy of it, without worrying about future queries or would-be agents or anyone else's expectations. What freedom! Embrace that!

Then when you do have a brand-new shiny manuscript, you can decide your next steps. Maybe it's trying again for traditional publishing, and this is the turn around the track that changes everything. (It should be close, if the 10 year theory is correct!)

OR, maybe it's self-publishing. (Lots of people have a lot of success there -- maybe you're one of them!) --

OR, maybe it's just chilling out and writing some more for your own pleasure -- creating art for the sake of creating it, for fun, for self-fulfillment, etc. Like, you know, a normal hobby, that nobody is expecting you to monetize or make into a "gig".

[mamabearneeds-her-dietcoke]

Pictures- Daryl Dixon

summary- Slowing taking down built walls

i didn't proofread this so excuse any spelling mistakes

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When Rick's group first arrived at Alexanderia you were delighted. You were do excited to meet new people, and of course keeping your distance but overall being nice and helping out.

After a couple months of them being there they finally started to warm up to everyone. You had made friends with Michonne and Rick, along with Carl. Sometimes You'd have them over for dinner or offer to watch Judith.

You did however, have your eyes on one special person. You worked in the infirmary here and there and when you did see him it was Carol forcing him to have someone treat his infected cuts. He never said anything to you, just glaring at Carol as she shoves him in the door. It startled you the first time, and when you turned around he stoof there looking at you before lifting his shirt and showing the injury.

nothing needed to be said, you just nodded your head and gestured to the bed as you grabbed supplies and cleaned him up. You mumbled a finished as you threw bloodied tissue and such away and he left.

Even though you worked a bit in the infirmary you also went out on runs quite often and had a good say in how things rolled. Whether the runs were longer or shorter, whenever you returned you always saw him near the gates. You wanted to believe he was making sure you were there but you were never sure.

One day, a couple months after Rick's group joined Alexandria, you opened your door to see daryl holding a small box. "Here. Collected these fer ya. ya don' gotta wear em'." He hands you the box and it's filled with jewelrys and small little knickknacks. "Thank you Daryl." You smile and whether or not he'd admit it, there was a small smirk on his face as he walked away.

You took the box to your dining room table and sorted through it. There were all kinds of necklaces and rings. You could tell they've been cleaned and fixed up. You put on some of the bracelets and necklaces, along with a couple of the rings. There's small little animal figurines, and you put those on your window sill above your sink.

Often times you'd find Daryl sitting on your porch, cleaning his crossbow or fiddling with whatever he managed to find on his runs. You'd bring him a glass of water or lemonade, sometimes a plate of whatever you were cooking. Sometimes You'd ask if he'd try a new recipe, other times the two of you would just sit there in comfortable silence.

It's around 6pm, You walk out to give Daryl his glass of lemonade and you start to walk to your chair on the porch when you feel him grab your hand stopping you. "Sit wit' me." Surprised but not upset you turn back and sit next to him. "Why are ya so nice to me?" He asks. "Why not?" You reply. "Others just look at me weird and keep their distance, You smile at me and invite me in. Whatsup with tha'?" He asks. "Because Daryl. People tend to judge all books by their covers. I like to read the book before I say anything. I know you won't hurt me or be a creep. I trust you." You smile softly at him again, and for a brief moment you could see a small part of his eyes soften.

"You trust me?" He asks, his voice a tone softer then usual. "With my life." Your smile stays unbroken and this was the moment you see him smile, fully smile. "Yer stupid." He chuckles softly and shakes his head looking out in front of him.

"Maybe. But it pays off in this case." You laugh and look to him, taking in all his features. "I'll be right back." You smile to yourself and run inside to grab the Instax camera you found on a run.

You rush back out and sit next to him, putting yourself as close as you can be. You wrap your arm aroun him and hd the camera up. "Smile!" You click the button and the flash goes. You move your arm and pull the picture out, waving it hoping it develops quicker.

"Look." You show him the picture, its you smiling at the camera and him smiling at you. "Ma turn." He takes the camera from you, doing the same as you, putting his arm around you and holding the camera up.

When the picture prints he grabs it and waves it. "Look at us." You smile. "Let me get on of you." You take the camera and point it at him. "Smilee." You say. "don' know how ta smile fer pictures." He says. "Imagine Glenn falling down the stairs." You suggest. He smiles, not at what you suggested, but at you trying to make him smile. You take a picture and grab it.

You smile at the picture you took of him, and you look to him still smiling as he calls your name. Theres a flash, followed by "Daryl!"

"What?" He says. "I could've looked bad and im that I wasn't ready!" You say. "Ya never look bad." He waves the picture in his hand. "You think?" You ask. "If anything I'm the one who looks bad." He looks at he picture in his hands. "See?" He hands you the picture. "Ok I guess its not that bad." You give it back. "Here I'll keep the one of you and the one you took, and you keep the one of me and the one i took." You hand him the other picture.

He puts them in a pocket of his vest. You look at him, his eyes eventually meeting yours, and you can't look away, you see him lean in, a look crossing his face asking for permission. You lean in further connecting your lips with his. "Mind if i spend the night?" He asks. "Not at all." You smile as he kisses you again, moving his arms around you, the same arms that'll be holding you as you drift off to sleep.

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yo what up guys🗣️🗣️

so I have an idea for an angsty pt2 if yall wanna see that, lmk.

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[elizais]

hey elizai!! can u do smthn like what event starts the topic of kids and whether they want them or not with bsd boys? (pref dazai, chuuya, and tecchou! they are cutiesss) thanks !!

"kids?"

featuring.. dazai, chuuya, nd tecchou! warnings.. ?? i don't get to like reader x ----- talking ab having kids, jst bcs i feel like that would set me up for "blah blah blah wouldn't want kids, but blah blah would!!"

in all honesty, osamu and you had never truly thought about kids. maybe intense debates on what names you hated, compared to ones you thought were cute - but other than that? not really.

so, on an average day at the agency a married couple were brought in to talk about something they witnessed the other day. kunikida and tanizaki were going to speak to them and they had to bring along their small children as they didn't have a babysitter for that moment.

it was honestly no biggie for anyone at the agency, a pair of twins might lighten up the dreary wednesday anyways. when they walked in, everyone greeted them (aside from ranpo, who was in another city for a few days.)

a boy by the name of isamu and a girl by the name of hana were left under your supervision with the help of atsushi. their parents were whisked away to the conference room to explain what happened the other day.

"so, what are your names?" atsushi smiled at the pair as you walked over to osamu at his desk. the two didn't seem to respond to the boy who was crouched down at eye level for the children.

hana and isamu wandered over to your boyfriend and you and asked quite a few questions. chipping atsushi's pride slightly at the kids not wanting to speak to him.

hana pulled on your boyfriend's sleeve before asking him "what's your name?" quietly. osamu looked at her, smiling and ruffling her hair, "osamu dazai, and you both?"

"isamu! he's almost got the same name as you!" the girl giggled at her shy brother. the boy seemed to gravitate towards you more than your boyfriend. "hana.. they told us to be quiet whilst they speak to the detectives!" isamu scolded his sister.

"oh, we're not actually detectives!" osamu begun, shocking you with how good he was with kids. "we're superheroes.." he whispered to the two kids.

you giggled as he began making up stories for the two, and them asking off topic questions.

"how is the moon still in the sky when it's daytime, dazai?"

"because i put it there. duh."

"do you and that lady have kids?"

"not right now."

"why are some people blonde and others brunette?"

"because blonde haired people control the weather and brunettes control night and day."

and soon enough, they went home with their parents. but that 'not right now' lingered until you arrived home with osamu. laying on the couch with his arm around your shoulders, he whispered into your hair.

"today was fun with those two." a sentence that he kissed into the crown of your head, a simple hum in response from you. something was on your mind.

"what are you thinking about, love?" he flicked your forehead. "if we had kids.. y'know?" you whispered.

"well i think kyouka does look up to you an awful lot, do you not see that?" he readjusted to face you. sitting cross-legged on the couch facing each other, hands in his, you spoke. "yeah, i do. 'm just thinking. i do love the family at the agency though."

dazai elaborated for you.

"fukuzawa's the grandad with like the secret lore he doesn't tell anyone about.. yosano's the wine aunt.. ranpo is the uncle that gets too into board games.."

you interrupted him, "atsushi's the housecat that racks up a fortune in medical bills."

as dazai was laughing, you added on, "and you and chuuya are the in-laws that end up drunkenly fighting." to which he nodded through laughter.

"yeah but chuuya makes a fortune so we can't frustrate him too much.. he has to pay for the family get-togethers.." he giggled.

chuuya was no stranger to young parents in the port mafia. today was one of the most important days of the year for the port mafia, a big deal was being signed today so all hands had to be on deck to make sure there was no funny business.

he called you in to keep him company while he was bundled up in his office reading over hundreds of pages of paperwork. you were lying on the couch, helping him by rereading what he had read to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

"chuu? do you want a drink?" you asked, finishing another dozen pages.

"if it isn't too much of a hassle, doll." he sighed, looking thankful at your offer. promptly, you stood up and closed the office door behind you and made your way to a staff room on whatever floor his office was on.

you nodded to the stressed workers that saw you, knowing how much chuuya speaks about you to them. you walked into the staff room and saw a young child.

"hello, can you help me, please?" the young boy spoke. chocolate brown hair covering his forehead - he must have not been older than seven. "of course! what do you need, kiddo?" you asked him as you made a cup of coffee.

"my parents work here but they are very busy today so i had to come in, but i don't know where they have gone. can you please help me?" he asked politely, shocking for someone raised with the mafia.

"of course! do you know who their boss is? i can find their boss with you and find your parents." the child thought for a moment at your question, brows furrowed in concentration.

"they said that he's not tall.. orange hair and a hat. i think." he spoke. you snorted in laughter at the description, the child not knowing he was describing your boyfriend.

"yes.. i know him..!" you giggled, offering a hand to the child. you grabbed the cup in your other hand and walked to chuuya's office. you arrived and walked in, opening the door with your back due to both hands being full.

"hey chuu.. i made a friend! do you know his parents, they work under you, love." you asked as you put down his coffee and ruffled his hair. he looked at the kid and laughed at the situation you were in.

"hey shoyo, your parents brought you in today?" he asked, clearly having met the kid before. shoyo nodded and chuuya looked back to you.

"his dad should be in office 17f." he smiled at you, he looked at the kid again, still holding your hand. "do you want me to check where your mother is, she might be with kouyou?" he asked the boy.

"no, thank you mister. i'll hang out with my dad. he thinks you're really cool, by the way!" the kid smiled up at your boyfriend, the interaction made your heart melt.

"does he now? let him know i will approve his vacation request then." chuuya winked, chuckling at the conversation.

maybe when you two go home you are both laughing a little harder at videos of kids, or smile a little brighter at cute photos.

your boyfriend, tecchou, has a day off today. and you had promised your friend that you would watch over her kid for a few hours. koushi was a quiet kid and already knew you, so it would be dead easy.

however, you didn't want to miss out this day with suehiro. so, he came along with you. you explained to him koushi didn't talk much but was sweet, so it would just be making sure that he doesn't accidentally hurt himself whilst his parents aren't home.

"how old is he?" suehiro asked, driving the car towards their house. "eight, i think. you two will get along, don't worry." you reassured him.

you decided to not tell him yet that the kid was very similar to him and had his own ant farm. koushi also adored the hunting dogs, so you knew once you got the two quiet boys talking they would get along brilliantly.

once you arrived, you opened the door with your spare key and greeted the kid, your slightly timid boyfriend following you. "hey koushi! i brought 'hiro!" you chimed, the blonde boy holding out his hand to shake suehiro's. his parents had already left, knowing you would be just a few minutes behind them. you watched over koushi every couple weeks anyways.

suehiro did not expect the boy to be this polite yet he shook his hand nonetheless. "hello" your boyfriend spoke. you decided to ease up their awkwardness as you took off your shoes and put them in their respective caddy.

"so.. koushi.." you began, both of the boys looking at you as you walked to the living room that belonged to your friend, who wasn't here right now. "still got that ant farm?" you asked. knowing your boyfriend's face just lit up even though you weren't looking at him.

"yes!" koushi gestured for the two of you to sit down as he ran to his room to get his ant farm, clearly excited with his interest on the insects.

'hiro turned to you as you sat down. "you didn't tell me he likes ants!" he whispers, eyes wide. you nodded with a grin on your face, "he also thinks the hunting dogs are the coolest people ever.." you sang, knowing the kid will freak out when tecchou starts talking about his job.

when koushi carefully comes back down, holding a kid's ant farm, tecchou speaks up. "you know, ants have two stomachs. one is to hold food for themselves and the other is for sharing food with other ants." tecchou says, admiring the colony of ants the boy has brought downstairs.

then, the pair continue talking about ants for hours until koushi's parents come home. his mother thanks you and his father asks tecchou about any upcoming missions.

"just a lot of paperwork left over from the last one." tecchou smiles at the older man. "the less fascinating side of being a hunting dog, i suppose!" the father jokes. koushi gasps.

"you've been here, for five hours.. and i didn't know you're a hunting dog?!" koushi stares up at him with wide eyes. your friend invites you to stay for dinner, koushi not wanting you to leave because he wants tecchou to tell him everything about being a hunting dog.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #osamu dazai #port mafia #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #nakahara chūya #tecchou suehiro #bsd tecchou #tecchou x reader #tetchou suehiro #tetchou x reader #tetchou suehiro x reader #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya

[rusmii]

notes: i blame xia for making me write this. I didn't expect for this to be so long um......

cws: FEM!READER, COLLEGE AU, no actual penetration, implied fucking while people are around, dazai is a manwhore, emotional and soft, implied DUBCON (drunk sex - consensual), making out, vulnerability, use of profanity, bi dazai 😉, emotional constipation, no condoms? plan B it is!

Imagine you and dazai are attending this mini party hosted by a mutual friend of yours. Originally, you didn't intend on joining them, having to study for an important test your bitch of a professor gave you all on the spot. No amount of coaxing or persistent persuasion could sway your decision — that was until Dazai took it upon himself to bribe you with free tutoring.

It was a hard deal to refuse, considering the fact that it was Dazai. The man who always found a way to slip out of paying his fair share or getting others to pay for his stuff (which was the most expensive of it all). When you accept the offer, you put it on recording — hell, even a written contract to ensure that he keeps his end of the deal.

The party wasn't grand or anything special, rather a small gathering to celebrate their new job. The company your mutual friend got hired to was a very punctual and prestigious business, only letting the top of the dogs in. So, imagine your reaction when you find out that your so-called roommate announces that he'd be co-workers with your friend since he'd also got a job at the same company — in a higher position to be exact.

Jealousy filled your veins when you heard that. See, you and Dazai were known to not have the best relationship status with each other. Opposites, people would say. As you were just beginning your life, wanting to thrive and make the most out of yourself (or just a successful life period), Dazai was busy moping around with nothing to looked foward to in the future.

But that wasn't what strained your relationship. Oh no — the main reason why you hated his guts was because of his devilish whispers and his ghostly touch that briefly passes by you. Always in denial of your accusations, somehow finding ways to humiliate or sway your thoughts to the side — Dazai Osamu - was just... You had a whole dictionary of horrid nicknames just for this guy. Everyone did.

Cock fucker, Cock sucker, Ass fucker, Ass sucker, Ass licker, Ass eater — then there were all the names given to him by women he's slept with — Pussy destroyer, Pussy eater, Clit sucker, Long tongue D, Finger lickin' good, A girl's last resort - yeah you get it.

Your roommate fucked just about anyone and everyone just because he can. You don't know why he does it, but what you do know for sure is that he does not kiss his quickies , nor is he soft and gentle for them. He doesn't give them the delight of witnessing his vulnerability. There's rumors about him not taking off his bandages as well, but you don't want to pry around in that area.

What's worse about his constant fucking, was that he'd bring them back to your place and you could hear them. The bed creaking, wall thumping, and the loud moans of whoever he's dicking down - sometimes being the one getting dicked down — yet for some reason, you've never actually hear a peep coming from him.

Dazai Osamu was not an emotionally available person.

Or - at least that's what you thought until you found yourself underneath him, drunk dazed and lustful as his chest pumps heavy — you could practically see his breath fogging up in this cold room, your friends knocked out on the side - everywhere.

His cold hands that were supporting him were next to your head, pinning your wrists as his drunken state only boosted his confidence even more. "[Name]..." He whispers your name, so soft, so delicate, so... unlike him — like he's about to do something only the chosen one gets to witness.

"[Name]..."

This wasn't Dazai. This wasn't the asshole of a roommate with no regard to your space — the shine in his eye, a one in gazillion sight. His eyes, droopy and softer than they appear. His red face - wait, how much did he have to drink? You knew Dazai was no normal heavy weight — can down more than 4 bottles in one go without feeling tipsy.

But for some reason, it seemed as if Dazai let himself looser than he usually does. When you wanted to ask him, what's wrong? — Dazai brings his forehead down to yours. Making direct eye contact with yours to ensure that you couldn't escape his longingness. The building tension didn't feel awkward. No, it felt relieving — oddly comforting for a situation that's normally awkward for others - the majority.

You guys just weren't the majority now were you?

Dazai didn't make a move, just plainly staring into your eyes - you doing the same. The smell of your beer filled breaths fanned each other, neither the two of you minding the strong smell of liquor. Matter of fact, Dazai was probably the one to drink most of the cans, which would explain his weird behavior up until now.

"[Name]," short and simple this time, still soft and docile. Your heart was beating through your chest, blood pumping everywhere - giving you a copious amount of adrenaline. The sudden impulse to push up, or pull him in for a kiss was starting to rack your nerves — Sudden twitching, movement being held in place by your roommate were only driving the rational thoughts out even faster.

"[Name]," a plea — "Dazai," snap back, we shouldn't do this.

But nothing came out of your mouth. Pure silence filtering through your throat. What should have been the worst descion to do if you had any rational thoughts left, ended up being the best impulsive thing you've done in a while.

Dazai was clearly set aback by the sudden motion of your lips coming into contact with his — his head sinking with yours back onto the ground, lips smothering, teeth clashing — a tongue prods to the entrance of your grit. Beckoning for it to open.

Without hesitation, your jaw is cranking, your mind is becoming numb to the real world, and the hands pinning your wrists have long been elsewhere - exploring your body. With free hands in slate, you pull at his hair. Dazai groans into the kiss, making you let out some noise in return. You wanted to turn away, push him off, and go to sleep — but with how he was just about tying a knot with your tongue, your brain felt muddled. Into blurred lines, most you can't concrete on.

A nip to your neck brought you back, the obvious hard on pressing on the side of your thigh — just the right amount of crook you felt. "[Name]," desperation — "Osamu," desperation - concern. When Dazai heard his first name leaving your throat, his eyes went wide. For what reason? He didn't know — the fuzzy feeling in his chest, the genuine tone of your voice, and the same desperate expression you're giving him made Dazai question all things possible.

Are you real? — His usual cracked solitude personality, paired with your work ethnic didn't go together. Just like the girl from his dreams — Fucking her so hard, till she's bred filled with his semen - you? Needing to envision the girl of his dreams in order to get hard - guilt for sleeping with people who weren't you. "Osamu," desperation - a plea of concern. He couldn't hear you; audible noise being drowned out by his narrowed perception.

Beauty; awe, all he sees is you. You, you, you, you... "Osamu?" A cry for his name brings him back to you. "Right, sorry," he apologizes, so unlike him, so unusual — what side of Dazai Osamu did you trek upon?

"Sorry - don't have any condoms. Are you on the pill?" He sighs when you shook your head — the new option of not continuing popped into his mind. He could stop. He could drop you, pull away, pretend all of this didn't happen when you both wake up from a hangover. He could — "Let's think of plan B later, stop over thinking this and put your dick inside me," Let's, together?

Such a bold statement coming out of you did suprise him a little. Where did this surge of confidence come from? The drinks? Or the situation? Maybe both — shaking the bubbles out of his head, Dazai undresses himself with your help. He's left in nothing, boxers and everything discarded as he picks at your clothes slowly.

"Hurry the fuck up Osamu," you hiss. Osamu - funny how you've never called him by his first name until tonight, yet he preferred it that way. The high level of intimacy was exactly right; perfect. Vulnerability wasn't his game. Emotional availability wasn't his game. But with you? Maybe, just maybe.

He'd learn how to love like you.

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[kairiscorner]

omg I LOVED your Drunk Miguel hcs! Is there any chance of you writing some for the other Spdier people? Especially Spider Noir?

AAAAA SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT ANON ! and ofc, consider it done <333

when drunk noir :>

drunk noir headcanons

ok, the stages in which noir get drunk are: slightly drunk, giggly, undergoing a midlife crisis, lovesick, and sleepy

the slightly sober stage is the stage when noir should really stop drinking. i headcanon that it doesn't take him long to get drunk, like maybe... 3 to 4 shots, and he's entering the slightly drunk stage. he kinda dissociates when he's in this stage, like miguel in the drunk miggy headcanons, he kinda goes quiet and speaks only when spoken to, but it's a whole lotta gibberish that comes out of his mouth instead of coherent words. he'd look like he's staring into space, when actually he's just focusing on how fuzzy the world looks like right now as the liquor is settling in. past this point, you are now entering the harder than manageable peter parker drunk.

his giggly stage is when he's had a couple more than 3 to 4 shots, and he laughs his ass off at the most out of context shit ever. like he sees a little fly on the table and he just chuckles to himself because the liquor is making him think, "oh shit, what a funny fly, it's not purple." and when he's told a joke he laughs THE FUCK out of it, even minutes after the joke was said, he's still laughing about it to the point of tears. if he remembers the joke, he'll laugh about it randomly and not explain at all because he forgets soon after what he was laughing at, like, "wait, haha, why am i, hah, laughing again?" his smile when he's drunk is so fucking precious though

after the laughing fit, he enters the depressing midlife crisis stage. he rambles and mumbles a lot to himself about how shitty his life has been, how he wishes uncle benjamin wasn't... you know, how he really regrets being distant and aloof towards a lot of people he's loved in his life and how he can never catch a break with all the horribleness in his life. he cries during this stage, but it's a quiet kind of crying. like he sniffles a little but when he cries, by default, he isn't loud. he must've learned how to cry without attracting so much attention, because it's only when you pay attention to the right details, his eyes, his nose turning red, his lips quivering, and the small sounds he makes when sobbing that you realize he was crying this whole time.

but after sobbing for a little while, if he's still drinking, his hormones change from the sad and depressing ones to the "i need to be held and to hold someone right now" hormones in the lovesick stage. if you're really close to peter, he'd kinda get a little handsy and talkative, still stuttering gibberish. he'd just go on and on and on about how purple is a pretty color but every color on you is by far the prettiest colors he has ever and will ever witness. he incessantly asks if he can hold your hand or hug you, he just wants to feel your warmth because the alcohol makes him feel colder. when you agree to hug him, omg, you are never going to be let go by him, i swear. like MAN HAS A TIGHT GRIP, EVEN WHEN DRUNK. but he holds you with the intent of making you feel loved, not pained nor burdened, just a gentle reminder he loves you. he gets a little giggly here too, but that's only because he's so happy he's with you right now and you didn't reject him, 'cause if you did, he'd be back in the midlife crisis stage.

and finally, the last stage of them all, when he gets sleepy. nothing much happens in this stage, save for peter just slowly getting tired and just drifting off to sleep, letting the alcohol in his system take him away to dreamland. but his favorite place to sleep is against your shoulder, nothing's more comforting to him than to feel you close next to him as he sleeps, knowing you're there for him for whatever happens while he's knocked out due to his inebriated self.

a/n: sorry i had to give him angst... it's my instinct <:[

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @connors-cumslurper

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #itsv #itsv imagines #itsv x you #itsv x reader #itsv x y/n

[luvstarrstruck]

hey kendyl! love ur fics can I request one where hobie is super into gn!reader and is constantly flirting and touching them and making them nervous? thx!!

Hello anon, Thanks for ur support and I'm glad you like my fics and ofc I can write that for you! This is gonna be a continuation of the "Kisses, Hugs and a whole lotta love fanfic I made for hobie! I really hope this is what you mean.😅 I apologize if this doesn't meet your expectations.

Kisses, Hugs, and a whole lotta love. | Hobie Brown Pt.2

Summary: Hobie can never keep his hands off you.

Pairing: Hobie brown x gn!reader

Warnings: None pure fluff!

Part 1 is here!

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You and Hobie were out at the store, grabbing snacks and drinks for a movie night you and him scheduled. You were in the snack aisle, while he was grabbing the drinks like you asked him too do. You were so busy picking out snacks that you didn't notice Hobie sneaking beside you, you snapped back into reality once you felt his arm snake around you.

"Hobie, love we're in public, you can't do this right now." You say, looking around nervously, making sure no one falls witness to this."What's that's supposed to mean darlin'? If people wanna look, then let em' look." He says so nonchalantly while your in a nervous panic."That's exactly the problem, I don't want people looking!" You say, still having your guard up for any prying eyes."Luv, there's nothin' to worry about, Their were barely people here to begin with." He says now looking around for anyone."Luv, if my good looks are too much for you to handle, just say that darlin', I'll understand." He says, as a smirk appeared on his face. His hands start to roam your figure."Hobie, I'm serious. Wait till we get home to do this" "Luv, I can't take you seriously with all that blush on your face."

He smugly points out you blushing, which causes you to blush more."Can we please just get to the checkout!" "Of course darlin'. C'mon, I'm sure the couch is nice and cold just for us." You sigh in defeat as hobie's smirk grew, knowing he won you over. As you two finished checking out, You start to walk in front of Hobie, hoping the same thing doesn't happen twice. But to no avail, as hobie caught up to you and snakes his arm around once more."Hobie! I told you to wait till we get home, there are too many people walking. They could see this-" You stated, as hobie looks around."No one is even paying us any attention luv just admit, I'm too much to handle for you then I'll stop. It's simple." He says confidently, thinking you'll cave in to his statement. But all you do is just turn you head the opposite direction, and stay silent for the rest of the Walk.

As you both finally arrived to your home, hobie decided to tease you one more time. Just for fun."Darlin' can you look at me for a second?" He asked. You turn your head to look at him, just to be pulled into a loving, soft and passionate kiss. "Hobie, sometimes I wonder why I asked you to be my boyfriend." You say jokingly as you both walked into the house."It's because you love me." He says with a smirk on his face."Oh yea, thats why." You say softly as the rest of the day was spent cuddling on the couch, watching TV and movies.

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#hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown

[animentality]

I was thinking about that ask I answered earlier, and I decided that it's very interesting, how Gortash was raised in the House of Hope, watching people willingly sign away their souls, while he was never given the choice.

And how, bitter and angry and regularly tortured by Nubaldin and god knows what else, he would grow to absolutely despise these people, coming here, choosing to tie themselves to this place for eternity after death, and vowing he would not do the same.

He would escape, knowing in his heart twisted by violence and enslavement, that people must want to be controlled.

Not himself, of course.

He's special. He refuses to be a slave ever again. But others? The people who bargain with their souls and throw everything away?

If that's how they are, then he might as well use them. He might as well see them the same way as devils do. He might as well treat them as though they are mere mortals, and he is a god of Faerun.

I also want to say, that that's the logical conclusion for him to draw. The more emotional conclusion, is that he HATES the world for how it's treated him. How he was lower city scum, a child born in poverty, destined to die in poverty too, treated as less than nothing by the wealthy patriars of Baldur's Gate, born with the silver spoon firmly clenched between their teeth.

He would also hate the lower city scum, for his parents are its representatives, and what kind of people would sell their own child to pay off minor debts?

People who deserve to be subjugated and controlled.

And forced to love their children. To take care of their children. And if they won't, he will (he canonically has a soft spot for orphans).

See, that's why Gortash should've gone to the House of Hope, and not Bane.

His soul was promised to Raphael first, but it also frames him as a far more interesting villain than the current canon Gortash. Canon Gortash ends there. He's angry, he's bitter, he's determined to inflict his punishment on the world. He's a good villain, in theory (not gameplay wise, as he's easy to kill), but the buck stops there.

But if you add this...terror, of returning to Raphael?

And the idea that he only ever served Bane and committed all these atrocities because he was desperately trying to acquire enough power to take on Raphael's House of Hope and steal back his contract?

It humanizes him. It makes him a three dimensional villain, the way Ketheric was. It makes you understand, when you go to the House of Hope and find out how they treated him, how a person could be so warped.

Gortash as a character being arrogant and dehumanizing to everyone around him - that's fine. That's not bad. That's fun, actually.

But a Gortash who is arrogant and dehumanizing...and deep down, terrified beyond his wits, at the thought of being reduced to that slave, trapped in the House of Hope again...

And ALSO. Willing to sacrifice literally the ENTIRE WORLD just to save his own skin...

I mean come on.

That's like...next level writing.

That's not even woobifying him. It just gives him depth.

And they...they just...they just didn't do that.

And I don't understand why.

Just kidding, I do. It was because they rushed the game's release so they could make a boatload of cash after years of laboring on it.

He literally has a note on him, saying he wants to go back to the House of Hope...why else would he go, other than to steal his contract back?

But you know.

Cut content.

So Gortash is just some prick you can kill. He wears a no fear coat for some reason, not that it really matters. It's just loot, basically.

Oh well.

#enver gortash #baldurs gate 3 #bg3

[solyxa]

Being in Hobie's band as the lead singer.

During shows, he always finds himself easing closer to you as he strums away on his guitar, throwing you glances and smiles whenever you do a particularly nice run. He always makes sure to find you backstage and tell you how great you did, throwing an arm around you as he sings your praises

"You blow me away every time we perform, honest! You're prolly the most talented of us geezers." The rest of the band had some opinions about that, but Hobie didn't really care as he kept gassing you up. When you compliment him back, he gives you a soft punch on the arm while brushing it off, saying he appreciates it but, "I've got nothing on you, luv."

At rehearsals, he has a great time changing the line and thinking of new things to try. You're always on board so you two come up with a lot of ideas for the group together. As you're going on about a new way to play a song, commanding the attention of the band, Hobie pays more attention than the rest as he can't help but notice how your eyes light up while you speak, and how he wants to be the one to make you light up that way.

When you two meet up one on one to practice, the air is charged as you sit on Hobie's couch together, talking about ways to switch up your next performance. Hobie is totally in his element as he's a pro at getting people's attention. He's talking animatedly about a new move for you to pull during the show, but you're more focused on how his beautiful brown eyes sparkle as he talks. The way that his wicks bounce with his movements, his full lips, and how much you wanna kiss them. So you do. You lay a hand on his shoulder before inching closer to him, angling your body so that your knees are just touching. He looks surprised and amused as you look up at him, "Damn, I always thought I'd be the one makin' a move on you, though can't say I'm upset it happened this way." He smirks as he wraps an arm around your waist and leans in towards you before catching your lips in a kiss. It's sweet and soft, you can feel him smiling against you as he gently caresses you. When he pulls away, you see the utterly smitten look on his face and get a feeling that things will be different from now on.

Being in Hobie's band as the lead singer WHILE dating him.

You always find yourselves near each other during shows. Whether you're back to back as he plays out a riff or sharing a passionate onstage kiss at the climax of the song, you two just find your way to each other. The rest of the band takes no issue with it because you both are amazing together, it's undeniable. The chemistry between you is electric, and that continues when you're backstage.

Backstage, you take every moment possible to steal a kiss before, after, or even in between shows. Pressed up against Hobie as he peppers you in kisses and showers you with compliments. "So pretty and talented... How'd I get so lucky, eh?" He's sure to never let you forget just how lucky and honored he feels that he gets to be with you. Kissing you is the last thing he does before a show and the first thing he does afterwards.

The energy between you during rehearsals is sweet and playful as you bounce ideas off of one another. "No, Hobie. We can't light the stage on fire." "And why not? When's there ever been creativity without risks, huh?" You have great fun busying yourselves with your little debate before getting to actually rehearsing for your next show.

And when you both finally get some one on one time, it's filled with shameless kisses and loving touches. Hobie all but pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he kisses you deeply, moving from kissing your neck, to your jawline, all the way to your lips as he whispers sweet words to you. "You're so beautiful, love. Y'know that? Can't believe I get to be wit' someone as pretty as you, really." When you get all shy from everything he's saying, he just laughs before busying himself with covering you in kisses again and you think to yourself how lucky you are, and how you wouldn't trade the world for your perfect punk boyfriend.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #fluff #across the spiderverse #hobie x reader #~Works~ 🌠

[starsreminisce]

The trope treasure trove that is Elucien is what is keeping me going

If Elain is insisting to be a part of the NC, she’s eventually will have to interact with him, especially if he’s at a point where he’s reporting directly to Rhys.

We literally could have:

He falls first but she falls harder

side glances and pretending not to pay attention

the breaths close to the skin

the near touches or brushing of fingertips

Elain learning more about him through other people

Lucien discovering Elain’s dry wit and humor

Elain slowly tracing his scars as he tells her they were because he stood up to people he cared for and how self-conscious he is about them

Lucien getting to see just how angry Elain is with everything and smiling saying “finally”

angsty confessions hopefully in the rain

angry aggressive kissing hopefully in the rain

sneaking around coz of they’re not ready to tell people

prim and proper in the streets, freaky in the sheets

IC trying to guess what exactly is going on between them but they don’t know themselves coz they can’t keep their hands off each other when they’re alone

trying to justify it’s the bond that’s making them feel this way about each other

the freaking banter that would happen between them!

“I have done everything - everything - within my power so you can be happy, what more can I do?”

“My own mother was trapped in a marriage she didn’t want, do you think of me so cruel as to wish that life for you?” “It’s not that.” “Then what is it? Why would you want to subject us to this purgatory?” “Because I can’t breathe when I try to reject the bond. I’ve tried. I’ve tried and I just … can’t…"

"Lucien, I was supposed to be married. I was going to have the life I'd dreamed of since I was a little girl." "And I will never forgive myself for taking that from you." "But I do. Because it wasn't the dream I wanted."

"Who was she?" "Nobody" "Didn't look like nobody by the way she was talking to you." "Lady Elain, are you jealous?" "No ... I ... I just didn't like the way she was talking to you." "I wasn't aware you had a habit of watching other females talk to me. Quite nasty, actually." "You're insufferable." "Am I? She didn't seem to think so when she was talking to me."

"I'm sorry! That was a mis-" "No, Elain, never a mistake. Never."

"Why don't you run along to that little bat boyfriend of yours. I'm sure he's hanging around here somewhere as though I am not allowed be around my own mate." "He's not here." "He's a terrible spy, of course he's here." "He is not. He's the best we have." "Please. He was in love with Mor for 500 years and couldn't figure out that Rita's is a gay bar?" "MOR IS GAY?" "Told you Azriel was lurking close by”

"You are such a ... such a ..." "Say it" "PRICK!" "... now I know you definitely hang around Feyre too much."

"You're staring, Lady Elain." "Am not. I had a vision." "Fascinating" "What?" "Just every time I take my shirt off, you seem to have a vision, is all." “Probably to shield myself from looking at your body.” “Are you having another vision again?” “No…” “because you’re staring at my chest again, Lady Elain”

“I wanted to take Feyre’s place when Tamlin abducted her, but now I’m thankful that I didn’t.” “Confidently, you would have broken the curse within a month.” “I know for a fact I wouldn’t. I would have condemned you all to her rule.” “I doubt that, not when I was helping Tamlin along.” “That’s the problem. I would have fallen for you instead.”

“Must you smile at every female who walks by?” “How am I at fault that they smile at me first?”

“I don’t see why you have a problem with your scar. It’s a sexy scar.” “A sexy scar?” “Yes… ohhh… you know what I mean.” “I don’t. Indulge me.” “Lucien, please.” “No no no no. You started it so might as well finish it. What do you mean by sexy scar?” “You know … a scar … that looks sexy…” “That’s a horrible explanation.” “You’re my mate so you’re supposed to know what I mean.” “So I’m your mate now?” “I hate you.” “I don’t think you do when I’m your mate with a sexy scar.” “Prick.” “I know.”

“Is it really that hard for you to say that you love me?” “Yes, it is” “Then what are we-” “Those three words aren’t enough to convey how I feel about you. I love you doesn’t even begin to cover how I deeply feel about you. It’s more. I more than love you. I am willing to betray my own morals for you.” “You’d … kill for me?” “If you wished for it, yes. Without hesitation.”

“Oh yea? This is you ‘I’m Lucien Vanserra, I hate the scar on my face so much that I don’t notice how every female gawks at me’ that’s you!” “Well I’m Lady Elain Archeron. I am so beautiful that I bring kings to their knees and I don’t notice how everyone turns their head at me. That’s you!” “I’m Lucien Vanserra and look how strong I am with my muscles and my thighs.” “I’m Lady Elain Archeron and look how pretty I am with my lips and my doe eyes.” “I’m Lucien Vanserra and look how broad my chest is for you to … drag your fingers across and … to steady you as you ride my gigantic cock.” “I’m Lady Elain Archeron and look how perfectly perky my breasts are and how quick my nipples harden when you … when you...” “Finish your sentence.” “What?” “What?” “What were we arguing about?” “I don’t … I don’t recall.”

"Are you going to die for Jesminda or are you going to live for me?"

#elain x lucien #elucien #pro elucien #originally a reddit comment #the grin forever etched on my face

[intimidating-fettuccine]

I don't even know if I'm allowed to request something like this since he's technically not a main character in your blog… but I guess we'll see!! Based on that one anon’s request asking Candy’s Dark Side to hang out and if he'd go… could we ask him out on a (platonic or romantic. Or in the middle) date?? 🤭 Either to dinner, a walk around town, or just inviting him outside to watch the stars with him, or something he'd enjoy. It could be anything really. (you can choose how long they've known each other). Hope the request gets through to ya. (scenario or hc, doesn't have to be long either, whichever is easier :))

god this took forever

You can request stuff with Night Terrors! ^^ It's like asking for something Sully specific, or Masky/Hoodie. I'm very happy to write for him, and I hope you enjoy :)

I wrote this assuming Y/N has been with Candy for a while, and Terrors is starting to become infatuated with them. You told me it didn't have to be long but, uh... I couldn't help myself.

When you ask him to accompany you on a date, specifically HIM, he's surprised, and if anything a little flustered. He's witnessed all of your affection for Candy since you two started dating, and while at first, he had no interest in it himself, he's found himself longing for the same types of attention, he just never expected to be given a chance to experience it himself. He finds himself hesitating, but the longer you look up at him with those adorable pleading eyes, he finds he truly can't refuse you. He agrees to accompany you wherever you think would be best, and he's a bit alarmed at how excited that makes you, confused at how you could be so excited to spend time with him of all people, but he decides to just let you take charge as he's never exactly been on a date before.

You take him out on a crisp but warm night, knowing he's not one for being around large groups in the public eye, and take him to one of your favorite restaurants in the Underworld. It's casual enough that the two of you can relax in peace but nice enough that the food has a more high-class feel to it. Terrors sits across from you a bit awkwardly, legs crossed and hands clasped on the table, unsure of how to conduct himself on one such occasion as this, and you can sense his anxiety even if he's not voicing it. You begin making conversation with him to relax the atmosphere, and as you converse with him, asking him a bunch of questions and answering any he asks you in turn, he finds himself growing more content in the situation, relaxing his posture and opening up more. Once the food is brought out he's truly enjoying himself, as it's much more delicious than he was expecting, and when you gush in excitement, explaining that's why you love coming here, he finds himself smiling at you endearingly, letting out a few chuckles at how adorable you can be. He finds it endlessly amusing that someone as sweet as you wants to grow closer to a man like him, but he's not complaining.

By the time you finish eating, he's fully relaxed and content, becoming the most casual he's ever been in your company, something that's honestly a bit shocking to both of you. You offer to pay for the meal, as you invited him, but he refuses sternly, saying that he's more than happy to cover it, especially considering how wonderful you're making the experience. When you ask if he'd like to accompany you for a walk as you begin to leave, he agrees readily to the idea. He holds the door for you like a gentleman as you leave, holding out his arm for you to hold as the two of you walk together. As you cling to him happily, escorting him around town, he finds himself looking down at you affectionately, a smile resting upon his lips. He's never experienced something like this before, having never cared about relationships before his fusion with Candy, and he must admit it is quite nice. Perhaps it's because he's seen you and Candy go on so many dates, or just because of how cared for you make him feel, but it feels quite natural to be out with you like this. As you continue to walk, you find yourselves resting on a bride, a river flowing peacefully below it. 

As you turn and look up at the stars, Terrors finds his eyes still trained on you. You say that the sky is gorgeous tonight, and he responds that any sky in the world pales in comparison to your beauty, something that flusters both of you, but he means it wholeheartedly. He brushes one of his hands across your cheek, moving it to hold the back of your head as you gaze up at him, and he finds himself leaning down as you move upwards. Your lips make contact with his, and he has to hold back the noise he wants to let escape at how nice it feels. As you separate, he runs his fingers over his lips, blinking at you as he processes his first kiss, telling you it felt wonderful. When you cheekily smile at him, asking him if he'd like another one, he can't hold back the laughter that booms out of him as he scoops you up into his arms, pressing another kiss to your lips as he cradles you. Standing below the shining stars of the Underworld, Terrors feels a deep affection and happiness blooming inside of him that he never thought he'd ever experience. Perhaps sharing his life with Candy wasn't as bad as he thought if it could bring him blessings like this.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #candy pop #candy pop x reader #candy pop headcanons #candy pop headcanon

[redwildfiresacredheart]

Do you support Trump?

What does my political views have to do with anything?

I have had people block me after cussing me out on here or going off because I had on a tank top that says support the 2nd. People saying they blocking me cause I support Trump if I'm wearing that tank. WTH???

I support the Constitution! I support MY rights!

It's MY right to wear and say what I want. Soldiers gave their lives (friends of mine and family) so I can have free speech. I have had 3 sons that served in the military and I was a military spouse for a very long time. So I support who is in the best interest of my children & grandchildren, my country USA and the military.

I myself am a BIG supporter of the 2nd, military and I'm also a tree hugger. So you can figure out who I support.

Then I get this question on who I support. I don't get why people can't just find common ground and work together to make it better in the USA. Narrow minded people attacking people because they don't believe what they believe. Get over yourself. I have friends that are Conservative, Republicans, Democrats and Liberals and I never fought with them and it was never my/their way only. We could have discussions or debates but we didn't get butt hurt over it.

This isn't Burger King. You can't have it your way!

So what if I don't believe in what you do. So what if I'm a trump supporter or any other candidate supporter or a Darth Vader supporter. What difference does it make which side of the political drama I belong to. I belong to nobody except me. My blog is for me to release what's in my head of wants, desires, have done, want to do, dreams etc...

Let's talk about opposite sides coming together. Hell, my grandmother was a big Jehovah's Witness and my grandfather was a devoted Catholic and they were married for over 50+years and worked together. Agree to disagree. If they could do it then anyone could come together instead of hate and violence.

Do your research... Real true research with an open mind and you might be surprised what you learn.

If this causes people to block me then so be it. But do not put me in your little side of all or nothing. Both have good and bad things and beliefs.

People don't get it. How do you control the people? Make the people fight each other because they are too busy fighting and hating to pay attention to what is really going on. Keep the petty fighting, So that corruption can take more and get away with more cause we are too busy focusing on the wrong things. When the people put away ego and come together for the good of the country and the people as a whole.. Well that is when you will see it get better.

Look at the history of Greece. All the different states were too busy fighting each other. So when it was invaded. The invaders won and took over. Then the states, tribes etc all figured out to put all petty differences aside and come together as One and when that happened they defeated the invaders.

Last I checked it was WE the people. Not I, ME, ME.

What you need to be worried about is what's coming. I'm not talking about politics either.. History repeats itself.

Sorry got on my soap box... Then squirreled too.

[noahsresources]

incorrect quotes prompts (2/?)

taken from this generator & this generator! triggering themes & nsfw topics may be present!

❝ schrödinger's cat is overrated. if you wanna see something that's both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day. ❞ ❝ if the thought of something makes any of you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you are to assume you're not allowed to do it. ❞ ❝ dracula had it right. sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations. ❞ ❝ i'm a multitasker: i can disappoint fifteen people at once. ❞ ❝ i'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of. ❞ ❝ as someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, i feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on. ❞ ❝ does anyone know how to relax? asking for a friend. ❞ ❝ if looking good was a crime, you'd be a law abiding citizen. ❞ ❝ the next time i open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy. ❞ ❝ well, well, well ... if it isn't my old friend: the dawning realization that i fucked up bad. ❞ ❝ do you ever think? because i do not. ❞ ❝ i dunno if i'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit. ❞ ❝ my expectations were low but holy fuck. ❞ ❝ why do i always try to tell people we're cool? we are so very uncool. ❞ ❝ the last time i went to an urgent care clinic, i checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies. ❞ ❝ i was born for politics. i have great hair and i love lying. ❞ ❝ i am so horny and angry all the time. ❞ ❝ i have been tricked, i have been backstabbed, and i have quite possibly been bamboozled. ❞ ❝ if you see me talking to myself, go away! i'm self-employed and we're having a staff meeting! ❞ ❝ i've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by a spontaneous musical number. ❞ ❝ god has let me live another day and i'm going to make it everyone's problem. ❞ ❝ i just realized that every person is living a life as vivid and complex as my own. i feel so bad for them. ❞ ❝ quitting! it's like trying, but easier. ❞ ❝ with great power comes great need to take a nap. wake me up later. ❞ ❝ i came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and i'm not afraid to leave the same way. ❞ ❝ we always used to do the wordle rather than take notes in class, and to stop us the teacher would always threaten to tell us the answer if we didn't pay attention. ❞ ❝ the only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. i could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls i have yet to witness, and i wanna be around when that happens. ❞

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[myconetted]

more tumblr meta in response to @alliered's post here

be warned: i am inarticulate yet verbose

on volunteer work

Tumblr has around 200 full-time employees. As of 2019, it looks like it had 16 million monthly active users. Two hundred people is just not a lot of people to run a social media site, which has to follow regulatory requirements and do moderation and all that shit. Volunteer work is going to happen and you can't really get around it. That's how scrappy teams operate.

Is tumblr chaotic? Yes. Could it stand to be more organized? ...Maybe? I remember the glassdoor reviews saying it was total cowboy culture and you were mostly left to your own devices. @jv (who works at tumblr) has also commented in late 2022 that tumblr is still very decentralized and you're encouraged to ask forgiveness rather than permission.

I don't work at tumblr so I have no idea how much of a problem this is, but it's worth remembering the point I made earlier: you can reduce chaos and thrash by adding process at the cost of making everything slightly slower. For tumblr specifically, since it's a remote team distributed across timezones, requiring people to come to meetings to make decisions can make things a lot slower because there will only be a few hours in the day that everyone can attend a meeting and limited overlapping waking hours. You're in the US and you wanted to ask your manage in the UK about whether you need to work on X or Y? Hopefully you asked in the morning, because your 2pm is their 10pm!

When you have a small enough team where everyone is very senior, it can actually be a huge productivity boost to do things in a pretty ad-hoc way. I personally have witnessed the transition from a ~70 person org to a 150-200 person org, and at 70 people we didn't need internal newsletters or super-fancy ticketing systems or dedicated project managers. Everyone knows everyone and can just ping each other directly. At 150-200 people, that starts to break down, and you get into situations where two teams might be working on very similar things without knowing.

Maybe that's something tumblr could do better, but it's also the type of thing that requires a shitload of concerted effort to get right: the worst thing you could do is introduce a bunch of middle management who end up wasting more time than they save because they don't have enough background information or technical expertise.

new features

also for bug fixing and new features.... the thing is that many users speak more on NOT wanting so much time spent on what seem like weightless updates when we want more focus in issues that have existed for weeks, months, and even years.

I think this point is really important for understanding a lot of the recent changes around tumblr that have occurred basically ever since it got acquired by automattic. Here's the bottom line: tumblr is not profitable and never has been. That means everything tumblr has been doing until now is not enough.

Tumblr needs more users and it needs to get more money from those users, or it dies. That's it.

The easiest and most reliable way to make money is to serve ads, serve a ton of them, and let advertisers pay more to target specific user demographics with their ads. In 2022, 90% of twitter's revenue was from ads. But tumblr's owners and staff don't want to do that, so they're exploring other options.

Which is why you've been seeing new features you didn't ask for: tumblr needs users, tumblr needs money; if the current features aren't cutting it, then they need to find some new features that will. Some features like the "live" thing are an attempt to get more users and/or engagement, to lure people in from other platforms like tiktok and instagram who are into that kind of thing. Other features, like the checkmarks and badges and merch, are more directly about getting money.

You may not like non-chronological timelines, but users coming from other platforms haven't had to curate their own feeds for like a decade now and just have no idea how to do that--tumblr offers recommendation-based feeds because it's empirically successful and helps you retain users. So you can see they're trying a lot of different things right now.

You might be wondering why this has only started happening within the last two or so years even though automattic acquired tumblr in late 2019. If public statements are worth anything, it's because they spent the first couple years rebuilding a shitload of backend infrastructure, probably paying down a ridiculous amount of technical debt, in order to make the platform stable and flexible enough for staff to work on a bunch of new features at once without worrying about extreme jank or bringing the whole platform down because someone removed a load-bearing print statement.

spam bots

Matt, CEO of automattic and the guy who's currently running tumblr as his highest priority, said last year that tumblr would need 2 million users to buy ad-free browsing in order to offset tumblr's running costs. At $40/yr, that's $80m annually to keep the lights on for tumblr.

EDIT: Here's a post from another staff member who breaks this down in a lot more detail and explains the motivation for the Live feature.

Fighting spam is just a notoriously difficult problem that no one has solved. The current situation mainly boils down to: get rid of all the spambots, or avoid accidentally banning real users. Pick one. That's it! To put this into perspective, neither Facebook nor Twitter have figured it out either. And they're both huge compared to tumblr, not just in terms of headcount but also in terms of the engineers they attract: we're talking about the combined efforts of hundreds of smart engineers who have tons of resources to tackle this problem. They haven't figured it out. In 2019 when tumblr was acquired by automattic, it had a total of 200 employees, whereas twitter had 4,900 and facebook/meta had 45,000. All things considered, I think tumblr's doing a pretty good job both in their automatic detection and their reporting system.

This is also one of those areas where people will be very tight-lipped about the specific things they're doing to fight spam, and for good reason. Fighting spam is a constant battle where each side is updating their strategies and trying new things. I don't know if you've noticed, but these spambots come in waves (at least that's how I've experienced it). The influx of spambots come in, tumblr figures out how to prevent and ban them, the spammers figure something else out, a new wave comes in, rinse and repeat. Making public posts about how the spambot detection works is a great way to tell spammers how to evade detection.

would finding a way to make the sign up process more difficult for spam bots be able to clear up resources elsewhere?

Yes, making sign-ups harder can make it more difficult for spammers to make accounts. But it also makes it harder for people to sign up. And again, tumblr can't really afford to add friction to the sign-up flow, because friction means losing potential users, and tumblr needs users. Also you would be surprised how easily spammers are able to circumvent these kinds of things so you end up in a state where you have fewer user sign-ups but the bots are still everywhere.

user feedback (tickets)

I mostly ran out of energy at this point but with respect to whether or not staff knows about things users want and how they're keeping track: that's what the ticketing system is for! That's why cyle keeps telling people to make tickets! The support tickets are how tumblr staff keep track of problems users are having and feature requests. Those tickets are connected to a ticket tracker where they can keep track of spikes in user requests and bugs and spam bots. I know it sounds stupid and it sounds like they're just telling you to put your suggestions directly into the trash, but that's actually the for-real tracking system they use for monitoring bugs and feedback. Everything else, like the various official and personal blogs, are because they're passionate about making some of this stuff visible to users.

So yeah they could maybe make portions of their internal tracker more public so users can see what tumblr is prioritizing, but that introduces its own problems, up to and including making the tracker less useful to staff. (I don't know if you've ever seen the chromium tracker. It's a nightmare.)

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anyways tldr:

money hard without ads

tumbler need money and probably has to get this money without a significant headcount increase (not sure how much runway automattic has, but it's probably less than in 2019 because of the pandemic and the econony and all)

maybe tumblr could benefit from more internal process and organization but it's really hard to say as an outsider

otherwise i think it's kinda hard to ask staff to do more than what they're already doing cause they're doing a lot rn

don't let that stop you from giving them feedback, because even when you feel like all your feedback is going into a black hole whenever you open a support ticket, that's actually how they track these things. nothing screams user feedback like 300 new tickets in the queue about the same thing and they actually have to close those things out

i really didn't appreciate that last bullet point until i started working at a company with a product. users would ping individual engineers about things being busted and it's always like DUDE you're supposed to email support so it actually gets seen!! otherwise it's just hanging around in someone's inbox!

#my:poast

[halfagone]

Is it weird that I’m not a big fan of the whole this hero from this fandom gets adopted by the batfam trope? Like, it’s repetitive, but my main issue is that I feel like it devalues the hero in the process? Like, I’ve read fics about Danny and Spidey being adopted by them , and it’s just weird because they’re both solo heroes who’ve accomplished amazing things by themselves, and I feel them getting adopted and following Batman’s order just makes them another sidekick? Like, Spider man in particular was one of the first teen heroes that wasn’t a sidekick, and Danny falls into that category too. Sorry, does that make sense?

I think I get what you're trying to say here! That part of the reason why teenage heroes like Spider-Man and Danny Phantom are so impressive is because they did the hero thing alone, right? That they were capable of all these feats without a mentor and through their own wits and talents? I believe I'm getting that correctly?

I wouldn't call that weird at all. Everyone has the right to their own opinion, and should be respectful enough not to bash anyone else for theirs.

I will say that half the reason why I adore Danny so much is how passionate his character is. We have evidence that Danny isn't the most fond of the hero gig, but the fact that he keeps at it, keeps putting himself in danger to protect people, proves that for all that he's a little shit that gets on people's nerves, he is genuinely a good kid. He didn't have to do the hero thing, but he did, because someone had to, and he decided it had to be him. And he did it alone, or- mostly alone. Sam and Tucker's help should never be underestimated, but it's no secret that they don't have all the firepower he does.

I do understand why people like the trope where Danny or Peter get adopted, and part of it is for the same reasons I like it too.

When you think about it, teen heroes are targeted for teen audiences. They're fictional characters meant to instill confidence in kids, teach them that they can do good too, help them grow and reflect when they see their favorite heroes going through the same things they do. All sorts of things like that. And when you're a kid, you feel like the world is stacked against you. Hopefully you'll have people in your corner, but not every kid out there does. So these kinds of heroes help them build confidence in their independence, that they can stand up for themselves too, even when no one else will.

But then you grow up, and then you realize you shouldn't have had to do that all by yourself. You should have had a trusting adult to look out for you, you should have had someone to watch your back. I was an anxious 14-15 year old, because I was stupid enough to try to finish high school in 3 years instead of the standard 4.

And that's nothing in comparison to these teen heroes who have people's lives in their hands, fighting every day knowing that one day they might not come back home, getting injuries they can't always hide well. On top of all that, they have to make excuses at school, make excuses at home, try to keep up with their grades so that they can have a future, they have to think about college/university plans.

Sometimes they get grounded or punished, because they're lying to their family's faces, but it's all for a good cause. But they can't explain that either, because they want to protect the people they love. Peter Parker is usually very poor, in some cases he works one or multiple jobs to help Aunt May pay the bills.

The teenage experience is overwhelming enough, they shouldn't have to worry about the hero thing. But they want to help people. And they deserve to get some help of their own.

I know there are probably some people out there that give Danny or Peter a loving family because they see a lot of themselves in these two. They couldn't get that supportive family, so they go in and they give these teen heroes the family they never had, because they know how much good it would have done for them too. And sometimes that blood/biological family isn't the answer, might even be the root problem of it all, so they give them an adopted one.

Obviously it's still not for everyone, especially if you do want to keep that independent aspect that kinda makes the whole teenage hero trope. So the concept might not be for you, and that's okay too! Unfortunately sometimes that means you have to ignore a lot of fics, but hopefully there are plenty other fics that are out there for you.

#halfagone replies #just fic things #superhero tropes #deconstructing tropes #with yours truly :D

[thevampirearchive]

There’s something I've been meaning to say but I haven't had the words till now. There is something that deeply upsets me about witnessing stories where villains, who are literal killers, fall in love and somehow become good or act outside of what is expected from them. I love love, love is beautfiul, it is powerful and it can truly change a lot. But to sit, and write a killer suddenly go "actually, this one can stay because I am in love for the first time" is such a weird concept to me. Is this happening because as a sociaty we're trying to convince ourselves that deeply disturbed people can be cured by the power of love? That if they just find the right person, they would stop the masacer? or at least no longer feel the need to kill how they were or at least let their person live? And I am not mad at the love, I do belive anyone can fall deeply in love, but my issue is with how it ends. I want to witness the unthinkable — I want to see is exactly what we expect but hoped won't happen, happening. A gut wrenching truth that stays true to who we have been witnessing, despite the "I can change them" dance. And perhaps people hate this idea because they want to belive that anyone can change if only they meet the right one, or that we can change the monsters in our lives with affection, but trust most likly is that they cannot be changed. And I can understand that to some this is then seen as an illusion. "oh then this was never true love", why can the two not exist? Do we not hurt those we love? Maybe not kill them, but someone elses hurt could feel like a small death to me, and vice versa.

Examples, so that you are not confused as to what I am reffering too;

Killing Eve; I stopped watching when Villanelle was shown shooting Eve. It felt true to her character, even if it hurt. She is a killer, we knew that and so did Eve. Regardless of her love, that was what was always going to happen so why were we given additional seaons of this fanatsy of a declawed Villanelle?

Hannibal; It should have ended with the death of Will, and possibly Hannibal consuming him. Didn't Hannibal say that the consumption of Will would somehow join them in a deeper way?Something so disturbing that only could make sense to a serial killing-cannibal. And I would have watched with wide eyes, and gone to sleep staring at the ceiling.

Interveiw With The Vampire; Louis' death in the hand of a Lestat would have made sense, and despite his dramatics, Lestat would have not committed suicide but instead burried himself in deep regret untill he was too numb to his own feelings that he could return to the world of the living. He would have never forgotten Louis, nor what he did, but he would have moved on beause Lestat is not a good person. He's deeply disturbed and Louis knew this. I don't even aknoclege that beatdown episode because Lestat may be a killer, but he's a drama queen first and formost. Louis' death would have been poetic, beautiful and grusom like a greek tragedy without an audiance.

Bonus - Twilight; I could not end without adding my own favorite, and despite this path never being teased to the audiance the same way the other's were, I would have loved the book simply ending because Edward did as he said he would - drained Bella like a Caprisun on a hot summer day. Because what is love agaisnt animalistic urgase (I understand why it is much hotter that he is simply so retsrained and devoted that he resists her, but I'd pay good money for an AU)

At the end of it all, I think want I want is for sociaty to get over the idea that a good woman, love or any form of kindness can change who some people are. Love can do many things - look at crimes of passion! And to some extend I belive that these villain's love were true, possibly not the way we imagine them - which is less so "I love you too" and more so, "wow, finally someone I can manipulate and obsess over. Someone who I can mold, someone who is alone in the world like me" only to realize that is not true.

So why do we make love into what it isnt? Even when the scene is set for us to be shown the truth, writers and the audiance always make the plot lean towards whatever fits so that we can have that "happy ending".

Honorable mentions;

God should have killed Lucifer, I know the bible and christianity is not technically fiction for all, but the idea that he is forgivin but lets the biggest meanness HE CREATED terrorize everybody is evil. Take him out or let somebody else do it homie.

#thoughts #twilight #hannibal #killing eve #interview with the vampire #vc #horror #thriller #Not to mention I don't belive a lot of these characters love their love interest instead its as I said obsession / Lonliness / Control / Co #consumption* gluttony #envy and the love interest love being the center of their univers or at least a patr of their world #not for a second would bella have been intrigued if edward just left her alone lmao yes he's hot to her but thats it #second she finds out hes a vampire her eyes get big and she's ready to die just to join! Its all giving cult! #Hannibal was ready to take will as a apprentece at the end with the way Will was going full force #Louis finally was the deep dakr monster that hid underneith it all - rage he couldnt unleash but now as he is a vampire its a free for all #but see how will hates it? how louis recognizes that he is not truly evil just has urges to act in evil ways? #bella is unhinge so like I cannot defend my first born lesbian daughter that was her thru and thru lmao she was tehre for strap (edward) an #anti anging (vampireism) if id written it she woul dhave said fuck them kids and simply terminated lmao had carlile change her and live her #best life with alice purr #jasper being a racist is also on par lmao ppl always mention it and im like yeah bestie they are ancient vampires id be suspsicious if one- #wanst a KKK member and they were all white lmao #its not funny haha but imma still laugh