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girlboypersonthingy · 10 days
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Hazbin Boys x reader- Comfort ❤️‍🩹
This is a request from an anon- hazbin boys comforting reader with depression/mental illness. Includes Lucifer, Angel, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and just a dab of Alastor. Original request here + a heart felt message from yours truly 💌
TW: depression, mental illness, sickeningly sweet fluff
Notes: gn!reader, NSFW during Angel’s part 18+ plz
Lucifer 🍎
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Oh my goodnessssssss, prepare to be treated like absolute royalty.
I’m talking foot rubs, back rubs, playing with your hair
Not only will he make you food, he’ll literally try to feed you and offer you sweet praises when you do eat. Eating can be a real chore sometimes…
“Good job, my love. It’s gonna be okay…okay?”
I think Luci is pretty touchy in general, but when you’re down in the dumps, he gets extra clingy and touchy
He’ll pretty much constantly have a hand on you- holding your hand, a hand on your back, a gentle rub on your shoulder
Will unfurl his wings and drag you close to him in bed, wrapping his arms and silky feathers around you as he lulls you to sleep
Like imagine a midday depression nap all tangled up with Luci, curtains drawn so the room is nice and dark, the temp is perfect, the bed is hugging you just as good as your babe next to is. Ugh. Plz, I want this. I need this.
Will try to gently coax you out of bed and try to get you out of the house. He knows it won’t be easy for you but he thinks getting you cleaned up, dressed and out doing something fun you’ll feel a bit better. You’ll at least be distracted from your sadness for a bit.
He’s so kind and nonjudgmental too. He gets it completely. He has depression too. Even the king of hell deals with mental illness, okay? Mental illness does not discriminate
He’ll offer the best advice he can muster up, using his own experiences to help you out of your funk
All in all, he’s just an absolute sweet pea. So doting, so caring.
Angel Dust 🕸️
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Also has mental illness, also gets it completely.
KING OF DISTRACTIONS
Angel is a sweet boy but I don’t think he’d be too great at offering advice…
So he does his best to distract you from your feelings, doing whatever it takes to get you to smile, even just for a second.
Will ask you what you want to do first, whatever will make you happy, he’ll go along with it.
If you insist on rotting in bed, he’ll probably respectfully pull you out of bed, tell you “this ain’t good for ya, babe” and force you to go do something fun, something relaxing, something for yourself
Sorry not sorry but he’ll def offer to cheer you up by fucking you, letting you fuck him, eating you out, sucking your dick. Go ahead, take your stress out on him, he can take it ;)
Also the king of self care.
SPA DAY SPA DAY SPA DAY
Will draw you and him a bath, rub your shoulders while you sit in the warm water together, will even wash your hair for you
Forces you to wear a face mask with him lmao
“C’mon, (Y/N)! Lemme paint ya nails! You’ll look sooooo cuuuuuute~”
Expect lots of touching and kisses with him at night, especially if you’re having trouble sleeping
Rubs your back, rubs your arms, will rub gentle circles on your butt if you’ll let him, kisses your head, kisses your cheeks, kisses your nose
ALL THE KISSESSSSSS 💋💋💋
Husk 🃏
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Okay listen…this guy is obvi a great listener and he’s pretty good at giving advice. Honestly, he’s probably the best person to go to.
Husk is an old soul, he’s pretty wise, has a lot of life experience, death experience, his own experience with mental illness and even addiction.
He could just listen to you talk for hours, waiting for you to pause before he replies. He’d never interrupt. He’s so patient with you 🥹
Will keep a close eye on you and any new habits you’ve seemed to pick up. He fixes his own issues with booze but he’s the type to say “do as I say, not as I do”
Won’t let you spiral into addiction like he did…it’s not an option.
I think Husk would be a good mix of “Come here, give Husker a hug. It’s alright, hun. Let’s go take a little nap, yeah?” and “Hey, I know what’ll cheer ya up!” *proceeds to show you the coolest, craziest magic tricks*
He’s a good balance of comfort and distraction
Anything he can do to help, just say the word
Will tell you funny shit he’s seen the folks around the hotel do just to see you laugh for a moment
“One time, Angel was walking right in front of the bar at like 7 in the morning and tripped over literally nothing and face planted! I had the best seat in the house. It was hilarious.”
This is my own personal headcanon, idk why but I feel like Husk can cook really well. He’d totally make you food, even bring it to you in bed if you don’t feel like getting up
Will absolutely let you play with him like a kitten, won’t even be upset about it. Play with his ears, give him pets, let his fur be your stim toy, let his purr soothe your achy heart
Sir Pentious 🐍
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Plzzzz, he’s such a simp. I love this slippery, special little guy 💚
Big on cuddles! Will cuddle you all day, all night if you want. Loves the physical contact, and loves it even more when he can feel you relax a bit against him.
Will make his eggs boys do anything for you. Whatever you want, you tell them and they’ll happily oblige.
Kinda random but I think he’d be the type to try and pull silly little pranks on ppl around the hotel just to get you to laugh. He’s such a silly goose omg
He doesn’t really understand what you’re going through so he’ll just keep asking you what he can do, how he can help, what you want, what you need from him.
He doesn’t get it but he’ll do anything for you.
When you’re feeling particularly lazy and it’s extra hard to leave your bed, he’ll literally carry you around. Just lounge in his arms, darling, he’ll take you wherever you need to go. Don’t need to go anywhere? Fine, you’re gonna come along with him to do his daily tasks. Sit in his lap and just watch as he works.
Just wants to keep you close. He can’t stand the thought of you being alone when you feel like this. No matter where he is or what he’s doing, he wants you close.
Unless you insist on having some alone time or needing some space. Again, whatever you need from him, you got it.
Although, he may get a little teary eyed and pouty when he leaves you. Can’t stop thinking about you all day and probably comes and checks on you several times.
Vox 🖥️
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“CANCEL MY MEETINGS, HOLD ALL MY CALLS, TELL EVERYONE IM NOT RESPONDING TO EMAILS UNTIL TOMORROW!”
Guy needs to focus on his baby right now. You are his top priority, everything else can wait. You are just too precious to put on the back burner.
Will be sure to tell Val and Velvette to leave you two alone. He doesn’t want them upsetting you any more than you already are.
This man has his assistants waiting on you hand and foot. He’s gonna stay in your bed with you, cuddled up with tons of blankets, both in your pajamas as you watch movies while ordering his staff to bring you whatever it is you desire.
Will eventually yank you out of bed bc he can’t stay still for too long but you’re coming with him. Wants to keep you company always
In public, Vox isn’t the most romantic or touchy. He’s a busy man with a huge reputation to uphold. While he would never completely ignore you and he’s no ashamed to show some PDA with you, you sort of always find yourself following in his shadow when he’s hard at work.
Once he sees how much your mental health is affecting you, he becomes much more attentive, much more protective of you.
He’ll hold your hand or keep his arm around you when out and about. Will give you a gentle kiss and a prideful smile before getting on set for a news shoot.
If you’re having a particularly hard day, everyone get out of the way! Hes taking the day off, he doesn’t give a fuck what anyone says or thinks.
You are too important to him. Without you, what good would all his accomplishments be? Without you, who would he share all this with?
He needs you to stick around 🩵
Alastor🩸
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I think Alastor would be absolutely clueless but he’d try his best nonetheless!
He’d also be one to try and distract you.
Wanna go to cannibal town and visit Rosie? She’ll help cheer you up! She’s a great listener with tons of good advice to give
Will reluctantly invite you into his room and lead you to the half of it that looks like a swamp/forest. He will take off his coat and sit in the grass with you, staying silent but watching you look around in awe.
He’s got lots of cool powers and will summon or manifest little things here that he thinks will bring a smile to your face.
Summons little lightning bugs to carefully dance around your face, holds back from slaughtering a deer that’s approaching just so you can admire it from afar, will watch with a genuine smile as you lay back in the grass and relax to the sound of crickets chirping and light jazz music.
If you asked…he might give you a hug. Might.
Also sends his shadow to check up on you every so often but if you notice this, he will deny it with all his might.
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pixeechix21 · 4 months
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Toxic!stalker! Ghost
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Summary: you're petty and decide to teach Simon (Ghost) a lesson. Too bad he’s a stubborn cunt. He tracks you down in the club, with another guy, after kicking him out he decides to show you who’s really in control
TW: very rough, TOXIC, explicit, jealousy, harm, degradation, praise (kinda) there’s more but IDK soooo…. Oh well. Plz read at own risk this is very toxic stalkerish
You got a message from him just, short and blunt.
-Don’t go out tonight.
you huff out annoyed at how he’s so controlling. 
- Fuck you don’t own, just watch me xx.
 You type back furiously then turn to your best friend, “imma need something stronger,” you say to her as you rummage through her room looking for the vodka. 
“He still at it? You know you really need to fix your obsession with those types babe,” she shakes her head smiling as she zips up her dress then goes to help you with yours. 
“Get back to me when you follow your own advice,” you joke laughing. She gives you a playful slap and continues with her makeup.
At the club you feel your head swimming already. You just want to get lost to the flow of the music, and push Ghost to the back of your head. The bouncer gives you both a sleazy up down, that prompts you to go deeper into the club. “Y/N!” you hear a familiar voice, wide eyed you make direct contact with Simon’s hazel eyes. “Look at you! You bonnie lasses,” Soap’s accent is heavier as he gives you a drunken hug and one to Eve. 
You smile trying your best not to give in to the urge to look at Ghost again. “I thought you weren’t going out,” you shout over the music. Soap goes on to explain that Simon wanted to go out one last time before the next deployment. 
“Keep this between us he’s been acting moody all day,” Gaz chips in laughing drunkenly hooping an arm around Eve for support. He says it loud enough for him to hear, Simon takes a stiff drink ignoring the light jabs. “Been a Krabby patty today haven’t ya,” Gaz pinches Simon's cheeks before they’re swatted away.  
“Oh my god i love this song!” Eve shouts and drags Gaz away to dance. Not wanting to stay closer to Simon’s cold glare. You go to walk past him, but his large hand grips your elbow pulling you in closely, he dips his head so that you can hear him, “you look stunning. Watch your back,” with that he lets go of you. Blushing you walk away to join Gaz and Eve’s little dance circle. 
All night you can feel his eyes burning in the back of you. You’re annoyed at how he was never meant to be there, and now is deliberately ruining your night. You’ve had enough. I’ll show him, you think pettily. A guy behind you starts to guide your hips in sync with his movements. Bingo. You let yourself go with him, dancing and feeling your bodies pressed closely. Arms snaking around your bodies, gripping holding. He breathes the stinks of alcohol as his mouth comes close to yours. Over his shoulders you see Simon glaring at you, you pull the guy's head closer to you, “do you want to get out of here?” You say lightly biting his ear, you can feel him shiver under your hands. He pulls back looking like a college frat boy about to get his first girl, ever. “Yeah, I know some people,” his fingers dig into your ass. You almost want to barf at how he’s touching you. But you know it’ll peeve Simon off, he wouldn’t let anyone touch you anyways. Eve gives you a wide eyed worried look “HE’S UGLY DON'T DO IT” shaking of the head. You mouth “it’s fine,” and she shrugs, gives up and goes back to Gaz.
“Take us somewhere they can’t hear us,” you say looking up sultrily. Without warning his lip engulfed yours, sloppily tonguing your mouth open. It’d nasty you’re not going to lie but, you pull away. He takes your hand and  leads you away to the VIP rooms. Looking over your shoulder you make sure to catch Simon’s eyes, but he’s already looking at you. His eyes are dangerously calm tracking your movements through the crowd. Soap is dancing awkwardly around him, almost spilling as he tries to drink. He leads you away up a level to a quiet room, inside there is a view of the dance floor below and plush couches, looking around you spot it. The CCTV. You walk yourself over to the central couch and look up at him, the camera in front you. He walks up to you, eagerly going to pull down his pants. Instantly you reach out your hand and stop him. “Come here and kiss me,” you pull him down to you. Again with that sloppy kiss. 
He’s on the couch and you straddle him.
Simon had watched you get led away from him by a sleazy, college boy that didn’t know how to handle an ass like yours. He was furious at you, he wants nothing more than to teach you your place. Soap spots him, “who’s pissed your porridge big guy,” Soap follows his eyes and chuckles. “Cheeky one that lass is,” he pats Simon on his back. 
“I’ll be back, don’t get lost,” Simon says and walks off, behind him Soap laughs, “can’t promise anything!” 
Simon finds himself heading straight for the security room. The small weazily boy sputtered as he saw Ghost's large figure enter. “I think it’s your time to leave,” he says. The boy tries to protest but as Ghost comes closer he scrambles out of his seat and runs out of the room. Simon looks for you on the large sets of screens. He clicks on your room, his blood rushes instantly to his cock. There you were beautiful, but held by the greedy boy’s hands. He watches you, knowing that you know that he knows he’s watching you. The way you ground your ass into his lap, he wishes that it was him. He sits there for a little longer, getting harder as he feels himself at you pleasuring himself on top of another man, knowing that you too wish it was Simon instead. You toss your head back, making eye contact with the camera, smirking. Simon groans at how devilish your acting. He catches the boy’s hand shoveling themselves under your clothes and he loses it. He storms out of the room and heads straight for the private room. He didn’t even knock as he slammed the door open. The boy beneath you pushes you off scared shitless. You smile at his entrance. “Always knows how to make an entrance,” you laugh out sitting standing up to confront him. He has a crazed look as you stand there makeup smudged, the strap of your dress half off your shoulder. 
“Wh- who are you? Do you know who I am!” The college boy stands up looking pathetic with his pants unbuttoned and a wrinkled shirt. Simon takes two strides and takes him by the shirt.
Baring his teeth, “I don’t fucking care, you could be the god damn prime minister and you still wouldn’t be allowed to touch her,” he grounds out through gritted teeth. The boys looked frightened half to death. 
“Let go of me!” he says, voice cracking as he tries to sound bravado. “She didn’t want you, she picked me. Leave so we were busy.”
“Trust me she didn’t, you leave before you lose that nosey little pecker,” Simon threatens. You watch him, biting your lips and clenching your thighs as you imagine how far he’d be willing to go for you. He shoves the boy to the ground, causing him to stumble and fall then crawls to his feet running out whilst shouting, “my father will hear about this!” 
Simon doesn’t give him a second thought, turning to you. He comes to you towering over you, chest rising and falling in anger.
God he’s gorgeous when he’s angry at you, you think desperately. You smile prettily at him making him growl in frustration. “What am I going to do wihh a little brat like you, hm? Tell me love,” his rough hand touches your bare thigh, riding up.
He takes a step forward, you can feel his muscles tensing as you lay a hand innocently on his chest. “I don’t know, whatever you want Simon,” you practically purr as his thumb makes circles on the inside of your thigh. 
“After that show, I have no choice but to punish you,” his voice is husky, gently grabbing your throat. Your breaths mingle. His size and the ever looming threat suspends in the air around you, replacing the vital oxygen with pure lust. You clench your thighs again in anticipation.
He looks done and your misshapen outfit, slowly his fingers travel from your throat to your shoulders he slips off one strap then the other. You stand there as the dress falls helplessly to the floor. In the red and blue lights he can see your curves, light up angelically. He doesn’t know if he should worship you like a goddess or show you how much of a devil he can be. 
You nipples are hard from the wanting. Your panties are already soaked through. You look down to his tightening pants and bite your bottom lip, at having him fuck you. “Such a pretty thing,” he says absentmindedly.
He takes the back of your neck and crashes his lips into yours. This kiss wasn't at all like the one before. This kiss made your head swim, and your stomach to flutter. Your hands instantly take hold of him, pulling and clawing at anything so that your bodies are closer together. He steals all the air in your lungs as if he was taking your soul, locking it up so that you can never reach it. You absorb him groans as he gives in to you. This isn’t sexy like what you’ve seen in the movies, it’s messy, desperate, intoxicating. He pinches and teases one of your nipples causing you to moan.
 Breaking apart, lips swollen, he pushes you down to the couch. Above you his eyes dart across your body lusciously remembering every inch for when he’s out in deployment. “Open your legs, shouldn’t be that hard for you, love” he stands there. You look up at him unsure at what he’s going to do. You never knew what that psycho was planning. Obediently you open your legs. Between then he could see the wet patch, and stifles the urge to rip them off and eat you out so much that you won’t even be able to scream his name.
“Good. Show me what you do when I’m not here,” he says, not taking his eyes off of you. You move your fingers down to your soaking cunt. Underneath the panties you start to work yourself, trying to break eye contact. The blood rushes to his cock more. The pain of him wanting to fuck you blurs his thoughts. Seeing you fuck youself was adorable, how you wriggled and struggled to meet his eyes. His pants become unbearably tight and he has to adjust slightly. “Simon,” you whine, bucking your hips as you start to finger yourself.
“That’s it my sweet,” he rumbles. “Imagine that my cock filling you up,” his words fuel your imagination. You whine and moan as you come around your fingers. Splayed out you look like a meal ready to be devoured. Simone drops to his knees and rips your panties off, removing your finger with his tongue. He laps up and down, licking you, circling your swollen clit. Hands pushing your hips to the couch firmly as he tongue fucks your pussy. You hold tightly to his hair trying to grind against his face so that you can come easily. “You don’t come until I say so. Understand?” he says against you. You look down at him and weakly nod your head. He doesn't stop this tormenting, not until you were saying incoherent words begging him to let you come. “Not fucking yet.” 
He has to fuck you. He’s already dripping precum as he takes his member out of his boxers. You lick your lips at the sight. “You want it?” You eagerly say yes, eyes glowing as he takes the tip and puts it to your mouth. “Tounge out for me,” you stick out your tongue. He takes the tip and taps it on your tongue, lubricating it with your spit. You can taste the slight slatiness as lick the precum off. 
On top of you he crushes your body, the pressure reassuring you that this is reality. He teases his tip into you, feeling you clench around him he grunts at your tightness. You feel heavenly to him as you take him in inch by inch like the good slut you are. “That’s it every single inch,” he whispers to your ear. The couch creaks lightly as he starts to pump in and out of you. You feel your climax build up again as the friction rubs off against you. He groans and swears under his breath as he unfurls from sanity. It hurts so fucking bad. “Fuck Simon- please harder-” you’re cut off as he starts to absolutely rail into you. “You like that?” he bites your neck and kisses it, leaving a mark. One hand holding both of yours above your head, the other clamping down on you thigh. “Shit Simon I need to come,” you scream in the crook of his neck.
“Who’s fucking pussy is this?” He goes harder. You try to get the words out but have lost all ability to think, “you shouldn’t have teased me with that frat boy. You really thought he knew how to fuck you?” you shake your head, eyes tearing up at his force. “This pussy is mine, repeat that. This beautiful pussy is mine.”
“This- this-” 
“-beautiful pussy.” he urges. His fucking get faster, you milk him as he goes on.
“This beautiful pussy is- is yours,” you manage to get out. His lips are on yours eating you up, tongue dominating yours. The wet sounds of your soaking cunt being fucked by him fill the room. The sound of flesh against flesh. “Good, come on me,” he puts his hand between you and then circles your clit. You can’t hold it any longer, a slurry of words escape and you are finally able to come. As you clench around he’s unable to hold back, you can feel his cum seeping out of you, as your juices mix and drip down his cock. What a night.
I can’t think of an ending, it took me waaay too long to write this and tomorrow I’ve got a full day so my bad if it’s not edited
(Also please note that yes this an/ can be an example of a healthy relationship, if you feel like you've experienced this plz be careful loves xx)
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rabbittf2x · 10 months
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Maybe S/o is basically more insane than medic? And one day they just surgically insert purr sounds in their throat so every time that S/o is happy they just purr very loudly? I wonder how ((Medic, Spy, and scout)) would react?
(Gn reader and romantic plz)
Anon🦭🌺-
Mercs with a Reader crazy like Medic
Includes: Scout, Medic and Spy
Scout💖
You were always up to weird shenanigans and experiments with the Medic. Scout was becoming jealous of how much time you were spending with him, thinking you were losing interest. That scared him, as he really liked you. Sure, you were a little kooky… but that was what made you so interesting to the boy!
Scout’s worries and doubts were soon debunked though when you entered his room one night. You strode over to where he laid on his bed, that insane grin plastered on your face
“What’s up, babe?” Scout smirked back
He sat up a little as you laid down next to him, resting your hand on his toned chest
“Oh, nothing…” you giggled
Scout folded his arms behind his head, simply enjoying your company. You snuggled closer, smiling into the crook of his neck. Just as he closed his eyes, they were torn back open at the sound of a deep rumble from your throat
“Babe?!” Scout shot up
You stared at him confusingly, “what?” You asked. It took you a few moments to process. “Oh, yeah! That’s what I came in here to tell you!” You laughed. Scout stared wide eyed, a small blush creeping along his cheeks when you brushed playfully against him. “I gave myself a little purr. Now I can tell you just how much I like you without even talking!” You squealed excitedly
Scout stared at you dumbfounded. “Why? Why would you do that?” He asked
“It was fun! It’ll wear off eventually.” You shrugged
You spent the rest of the night cuddled up against Scout’s chest, purring like an engine. His face was bright red, flustered that you were making all this noise just ‘cause of him. The purring was definitely growing on him…
Medic💖
Medic loved to do many types of experiments revolving around animals. You were just as crazy as him, and often assisted with these projects. While he did more… extreme things with his experiments. Such as, pregnancies… you liked to do smaller, wackier things! Sometimes, even on yourself
“Look what I did!”
You skipped into the infirmary, beaming that crazy smile while pointing at yourself. Medic turned away from what he was doing, gazing upon your sweet face lovingly
“What did you do, dear?”
You didn’t respond, only creeping over to him and cuddling against his chest. Medic blushed, placing his arms around you in a makeshift embrace. He was confused, but then stunned when he heard a purring sound coming from your throat
“Darling?” Medic gasped
You smiled into the crook of his neck, purring like an engine. The doctor was honestly very impressed that you managed to add a cat’s purr to your vocalbox. Very impressed!
“Now I can purr to show how much I like ya!” You giggled like a madman
Medic would give you a lecture on how unsafe it was to experiment on yourself later. In the meantime, he smiled bashfully and hugged you close. He could’ve nearly sobbed at how cute it was when you purred because of him
Medic couldn’t focus on any other experiments anymore. All he wanted to do was make you purr. He was constantly giving you little kisses, or gentle, lingering touches. The cute purrs you emitted were fascinating!
Spy💖
It sometimes annoyed Spy how much time you spent experimenting with Medic. He did enjoy that you were smart and creative like that, but he also missed you. It was never boring when you were around. He liked the crazy ones quite a bit…
After spending the evening with Medic in his lab, you finally entered Spy’s smoking room. Spy glanced up from his magazine at you by the door, a not so subtle smile on his face
“Good evening, mon cher. How did your experiments go?” He asked
As he turned back to his reading, you waltzed over with a mad grin. You yanked the magazine from him and discarded it on the table. Spy was about to protest, but immediately shut up when you plopped down onto his lap
“They went good.” You began, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I did something funny.”
Spy put a hand on your thigh, holding you in place. His brow furrowed slightly, curious as to what you meant
“What did you do?” He asked sternly
You just kept on smiling like a nutter, pulling him closer to you. You snuggled up into the crook of his neck by the fire, feeling a deep purr coming on…
“What the hell was that?” Spy exclaimed at the sound
You lifted your head from his neck to meet his eyes. “Did ya like it? I’m like a kitty cat now! It doesn’t last very long though…” you giggled
“Wait, wait.” Spy interrupted. “You made it that you could…? Purr? Like a cat?”
You nodded your head rapidly, playing with his tie. He was going to ask why, but he knew it was no use. You were such a weirdo. Spy instead smiled at you, feeling some sort of way when you lovingly purred back
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zonepastrrii · 10 months
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Rottmnt headcannons request: I'm going to project here alittle. I have a thing with my teeth that makes them kinda sore/ichy? (Idk how to describe it) so I chew on stuff all the time to help with that. And this leads to me chewing on my fingers and forearms, can we get a y/n like that please? I feel like Donnie would make the perfect chew toy for his s/o and Raph would just let them chew on him cuz his skin is extra tough
(Srry this was kinda long)
Remember you don't have to do it if you don't want to, drink some water, thank you <3
Ofc i'm drinking water! In the words of Landsel, hydrate or die straight. (Landsel I ❤️ U plz DM me /j)
LEO
Leo teases you a little
he'll get you one of those infant chewing things you put in the freezer not thinking that it would be much of a problem, but then when you start chewing on wrist and fingers he'll actually start be worried.
He'll pull away your fingers harshly because he was so shocked, which causes your finger to start bleeding since your chompers were still clamped down on it.
Now Baby Blue is even more panicked 😔
*Lightning McQueen Bandaid*
kachow
He is now extremely cautious about your teeth problem. He doesn’t want you to bite yourself, so he's helping you with it even though he's a shit teacher, he'll do anything for his love 💙
If your teeth start hurting he's extremely worried for you.
he's kissing your forehead and cupping your face within his hands, keeping you close.
“It's okay baby, we'll get through this..!”
RAPH
A little grossed out at first, but then his brotherly instincts kick in when he notices that you struggle with it.
He wouldn’t let you chew on his spikes because he’s a turtle that lives in the sewers and he doesn’t want you getting disgusting diseases, but he'd buy infant chew toys for you like Leo. He'd try and find the perfect chew toy for you no matter if it would take months or even years.
Hates it when you chew on yourself, he'll hit you with a fly-swatter. But he still loves you don’t worry ❤️
Always keeps chew toys on him (attached to his belt) if the guys are out somewhere and you tag along.
no exceptions.
Such a malewife when it comes to your teeth hurting.
Instantly at your side, trying to see if your teeth are bleeding
if they are he's panicking even more.
shushing you, caressing your hair, holding you close to him.
“It's okay Darlin' I got ya..don’t you worry.”
DONNIE
Extremely grossed out at first.
He can't help it, he's a massive germaphobe.
After he regains his composure after almost vomiting he realizes how big of a problem it is for you, and is already planning blueprints for the perfect chew toy in his head.
He calculates when your teeth are the most sensitive and studies your patterns so he can create the perfect chew toy for you.
sometimes still a little disgusted but he’s knows you can’t help it.
I feel like if you start crying if your teeth start to hurt he'd hug you close and gib infinite forehead kisses. 💜
“Don't cry baby…I know it hurts, I know.”
MIKEY
AHHH THIS BOY
SO CARING, SO HELPFUL.
It's a PB&J duo moment
He's begging Donnie to help you with your teething problem.
Would most likely hug you in his lap and put his face in the crook of your neck and assure you that it'll be okay if your teeth are hurting.
”Don't worry sunshine, it'll pass..it'll pass.”
Babies you to the MAX
Will constantly trying to help you with your teeth problem, even if it took him a million years.
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robinismywife · 7 months
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[ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 ] (p.4)
PAIRING: Elvis Presley x fem!reader
SUMMARY: Y/n has an interesting conversation with Colonel Tom Parker, one that makes her question everything.
WARNINGS: Idek. If you find any plz inform me!!
A/N: Most of the information in this chapter might be inaccurate but it's all for the plot girlies ;) Thank you SO much for being patient with me. I know the plot is moving slowly but believe me we're getting somewhere! <3
PREVIOUS CHAPTER : PART 3
(the gif is not mine!)
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"Are ya ready honey?"
"No, it's embarassing- Everybody's looking at me all weird and we're not even in there yet.." She pouted with a pleading look on her face, which had the exact opposite effect on Elvis than she had anticipated. Instead of feeling bad for her and comforting her, he burst out laughing and shaking his head in disbelief "What?! E, I think I'll just stay outside I-"
"Aw nah, I ain't hearin' none of that Y/n- I done told ya that I want ya there, honey" Now it's his turn to frown and plead, grabbing her hands soflty and rubbing circles on them.
"Really..?"
"Really. I really want ya in there with me. You're my person, you know? Everybody needs a support system, hmm? What'd you say?"
"Oh fine! But I'm only doing this for Frank Sinatra" Y/n wrapped her arm around his bicep as they stepped into the studio. The flashing lights were blinding them and she had to constantly look down so as not to step on something important and ruin the entire set up. Everybody was working hard to create a magical homecoming special just for Elvis, and Y/n couldn't believe that she was allowed to be there and watch as the two biggest stars on earth got to work together and bond over their love for music.
"Right, honey, right" Elvis chuckled at the girl, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. If it were any other guy acting cocky exactly the way he did she would've been pissed off, however, Elvis had such a charm about him that even his teasing felt like the biggest compliment.
"I ain't lying! I've been dying for an autograph- For my collection, you know?"
"You haven't asked for my autograph.." Elvis' lip jutted out slightly and dissapointment seemed to wash over his pretty features.
"Love, I get to hug you and kiss your pretty lil' pouty lips every day- Your autograph is the least of my concerns" Y/n laughed at how the boy's eyes lit up for a short moment "Now, get me to Mr. Sinatra now!"
"Yes, ma'am"
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Y/n could help but stare in shock as Elvis and Frank rehearsed their duet. This all felt like a dream, a fever dream. She was sure she would soon wake up in a pool of sweat and realize that everything was her sick brain's creation. Nevertheless, the way her heart pounded and the music echoed in her head, reassured her that this was her reality. Y/n was Elvis Presley's new girl.
The thought made her a bit dissapointed, how she would be depicted in the media soon. Just another one of his girls! How long will this one last?! It all felt a little overwhelming. She truly was head over heels in love with the charismatic man before her, but what if he didn't feel the same? What if he cheats on her? What if he's cheating on a girl right now? Could she be some mistress on the side and not know it? What poor girl is left thinking he'll come back?
All these questions flooded her one track mind, making her completely oblivious of her new company.
"So you met Frank, dear girl?"
Y/n turned her head only to find the Colonel sitting next to her, his walking stick rested between his legs.
"I did, Colonel, he's a very nice man" She responded carefully, finding herself stiffening up. It's like he always wanted to catch people slipping up and saying things that they would surely regret, things that he could use against them. Y/n never trusted this man and she never really would.
"Don't be fooled, my girl," The Colonel scoffed in disagreement "That man is anything but nice"
"What makes you say that..?" Y/n suddenly felt a little sad at the prospect of Frank Sinatra being a horrible human being. The small paper with his autograph in her pocket seemed to burn her through her clothes. Was just every celebrity that corrupted after all?
"He almost ruined that boy's career in seconds, little girl," He pointed at Elvis with his pretentious walking stick "Telling reporters how Mr. Presley's music- How rock and roll music fosters negative and destructive directions in young people" The man immitaded Franks voice, obviously making fun of the man.
"I- I- I don't know what to say, sir- I guess it was new back then?"
"Still, if you ask me, that man's a hypocrite- Always bashing my boy in the media but the moment he can make profit off of him, suddenly he forgets"
"Then why did you allow Elvis to do this? If that's how you feel"
"For the money of course, dear girl, and his reputation second. But money is always the priorety. How else do you think we haven't gone bankrupt? Mr. Presley surely has a spending problem, wouldn't you say?"
"What I'd say is that makes you a hypocrite, Colonel, just like the man you've been talking down on" Y/n couldn't stop the words from escaping her lips. She mentally noted to avoid Colonel Parker at all costs from now on. She didn't have the patience to deal with him again.
"A hypocrite? Nah, my girl, I'm merely doing what he's doing- He started it, not me" He smirked at her with a weird glint in his eye. Y/n couldn't understand his way of thinking. She was truly wondering how Elvis even communicated with this man, let alone plan projects and performances.
"Besides my boy will be in the movies now, eh? No need to worry about that damn rockabilly business no more"
"Movies? What mo-?"
"Colonel why are ya talking my girl's head off, huh?" Elvis stepped up to them, teasing an otherwise serious Colonel.
Did Elvis even know about these movies? Yes, Elvis had made movies in the past but it was never anything that could jeopardize his singing career. The Colonel's words kept ringing in her head. She had to find a way to talk to him about this, see how he feels about all these plans the Colonel had made for him. God knows what contracts that greedy fraud of a man had signed without Elvis' approval.
When they were finally in the backseat of their car, Y/n could actually think without the loud piano echoing around the set. What was she even getting herself into?
Y/n thought that she knew the music industry like the back of her hand, always surrounded by the most important singers and musicians of her time. However, that all came crushing down that day. In her eyes Elvis seemed like the most powerful man, someone who simply snaps his fingers and gets everything he wants without so much as lifting his pinkie. She decided that it was all a lie, a deception. How could she be so stupid as to think that musicians were anything more than a puppet on a string? A pretty face covering a corrupted industry full of money-hungry record companies and managers, just like Colonel Parker. And perhaps like RCA?
No. Now, daddy wouldn't work there if he knew all that, would he?
And now that she was thinking about it; How could she allow herself to be involved with such a man? A man like Elvis Presley. A man so blessed yet so trapped in his own good fortune and success. Maybe it would be best if this was all temporary, if she didn't end up marrying Elvis. Y/n didn't want to be trapped in that miserable life. Obviously, she would have anything she wanted supposing she stuck by Elvis' side. Clothes, diamonds and pearls, cooks and maids all working for her, all taking care of her. She wouldn't have to worry about a thing ever again.
Y/n had to slightly shake her head in order to push away that thought. No way was she going to abandon her career and independece for wealth and comfort. She had promised herself she would never do such a thing. Never. Y/n knew she was too smart and too hard-working to go to waste. No man could ever make her change her mind, even the charming Elvis Presley.
"What is that lil' brain of yours thinking over there, Littl'un?" Elvis' eyebrow lifted slightly in curiosity and amusement.
"Nothin' just how amazing today was, hun" Y/n tried to smile as nonchalatly as she could.
"Now, don't lie to me, baby- You were staring out that window like some damn lost puppy" Elvis got suddenly too serious for Y/n's liking, his protective side taking over. She couldn't deny the fact that his overprotectiveness was attractive, which made her mind lose focus from the current situation.
"It's fine, I tell ya, Elvis-"
"Aw hell!" He exclaimed as if he realized something important "The Colonel wasn't mean to ya or somethin', was he? He didn't bother you?"
"I- um-" Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Was this the right time to mention the movies the Colonel had told her all about? "No, hun, we just talked is all"
"Just talked? You sure about that?" Elvis narrowed his pretty blue eyes as if he was waiting for Y/n to crack and spill all of her darkest secrets.
"Yes, Elvis, just talked" Y/n laughed slightly to try to lighten the mood, which seemed to work since his gaze softened "Don't be so tore up about it- I'm a big girl I can fend for myself, hmm?"
"Yeah, you're right, I- I- I- I'm sorry Littl'un- I'll tell ya what, how about we don't go out tonight, we stay in, just you and me, eh?" He rubbed circles on her knee, finally making her headspace quieten down
"Sounds lovely, E" Y/n couldn't be more grateful that he didn't question her any further. This was a problem for another day, she wouldn't worry about it anymore.
Right?
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whoahoney · 10 months
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A Girl Called Honey pt 3
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Part 1. Part 2.
Summary: the pressure starts to weigh on Honey and Eddie learns some of the information he’s been looking for from an unlikely ally.
CW: fem!reader, some fluff, angst, honey cuts her foot, blood, wound treatment, mentions of abuse, mentions of drug addiction, mentions of child abuse, mentions of guns being used, parentified children, depictions of poverty. (If I miss anything plz lemme know)
A/N: this took way longer than I anticipated but I promise the fluff is coming! To all that have asked about Honey, I hope this makes the wait worth it 🥺
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One Saturday while the sun was still coming up, Honey found herself on the porch smoking a cigarette. She was admiring the early morning gold warming up the sweeping blue when a plump old woman with a long gray braid came walking down the gravel road, a foiled casserole dish in hand.
Honey made the effort to pretend she wasn’t watching her, turning her thoughts back on the best way to go about patching the loose shingles on the roof without asking Jun. There was a rainstorm rolling in, and she didn’t wanna have to deal with a leak in the boys room at 3am—but the closer the lady came, the harder it got.
Eventually, they met eyes as the woman climbed the Munson’s porch steps and flashed a warm smile in Honey’s direction. Honey returned it, her wide tense smile making her eyes almost close until she slid the cig between her lips and hugged her knees to her chest.
She stared down at the dry skin on her legs, focusing on the thick skin callusing her knees before she rested her head on them. She could hear the tap tap tap the woman made on the door and her content sigh as she waited and hummed a tune under her breath. Honey snuck a peek between the spindles of the porch rail just as Wayne popped open the door with tired eyes.
He stepped out onto the porch with a smile and gestured to the old couch Honey always thought looked so comfortable. Wayne caught Honey’s eye and waved to her, “Morning, Miss Honey!” He called.
Honey blushed madly and held her hand up in greeting, “G’morning, Mr Wayne!” She locked eyes with the smiling woman again and nodded in her direction to be polite.
“Have you met Miss Margie, yet?” He called. Honey hesitantly shook her head no before Wayne waved her over. “C’mon, lemme introduce you!”
Honey stood to walk over and looked at the cigarette in her hand and wondered if she should put it out first.
I’m grown too, what does it matter? She reminded herself before finding the willpower to take a step forward, and then another and another. She stopped at the railing where Wayne and Miss Margie stood on the porch.
“Margie Davis, this here is Honey Haller.” He informed Margie.
“What a cute little name! It’s good to meet ya, Honey.” The woman smiled and held out her hand for Honey to shake. Flashing another tense smile, Honey took it and shook her hand gently, shock running through her when Margie squeezed her hand warmly.
“Y-You too, Miss Margie.”
“Honey lives over there with her brothers and sister.” Wayne informed Miss Margie. The woman’s eyes brightened, “Oh my! How many?”
“Uh, well, there’s ten of us all together.”
“Ten?!” The woman almost gasped in intrigue, looking Honey up and down, “and where’s your mama?”
“Oh, she’s— gone.” Honey answered and took a nervous drag. Margie’s eyes turned sad as Wayne’s narrowed in suspicion.
“Oh, my stars, you poor thing. Well if you ever need a break, I watch the neighbor kids almost every day!” She offered kindly.
Wayne must’ve noticed Honey’s sharp inhale at the idea of dropping the kids off with a stranger, because he jumped in, “She’s been watching ‘em for a long, long, time. Even watched Eddie back in the day! Right, Marge?”
“That’s right! Sweetest little brown eyes I ever saw.” She gushed. Honey’s cheeks heated, agreeing with her statement wholeheartedly—Eddie had gorgeous eyes. “I practically potty trained that boy.” She giggled and shared a knowing look with Wayne, the man joining in on her laughter.
Maybe it isn’t such a bad idea after all.. Honey thought, Mr Munson wouldn’t ever lead me astray, right? Honey nodded, “I’ve got a seven and eight year old Irish twin combo and then a four year old, a three year old, and an 18 month old. All boys.” She mentioned.
Their laughter filtered off as Honey took another drag, “Oh my!” Marge said again, “Those are all such fun ages, don’t you think?” She smiled, “Crayons on the wall, constant screaming, asking ‘where’s your pants?!’ Every five minutes?” The woman asked.
Honey’s smile was telling before she found herself giggling and nodding, “Yes! Yes, exactly.”
“Well, you let me know, Honey Haller, and I’ll have room for those boys to play for a couple hours!” She said as she descended the steps, “Wayne, will you get her my phone number? I got monkey bread in the oven, and the kids will be showing up soon, I gotta run!” She speed walked in the direction of her house, her soft arms swinging with determination.
“Marge, what’s this dish for??” He called.
“I owed you for fixing my dishwasher! It’s enchiladas! Tell Ed to toss it in the oven for 20 minutes on 350! We’re even!” She called back without stopping.
Wayne chuckled and shook his head, “She’s nuttier than a pecan tree, but she’s a good lady. Known her since school.” He shrugged.
Honey nodded, looking down at her bare feet in the bushy grass, her toes buried in the browning green.
Should I leave now? She thought as she took another drag.
“Y’care for some coffee?” He asked, heading towards his front door and opening it, leaving it open for her to walk with him. Honey glanced at her home, first, then Eddie’s van. Her house was still dark inside, no rattling or cries from any babies to be heard yet.
One cup couldn’t hurt, right?
She stepped onto the porch, the warm, heady smell already filling the air. When her feet hit the carpet of the small home, all she could do is look at everything on the walls. “Wow.” She must’ve said under her breath, cause Wayne chuckled as he poured her cup.
She was stuck to her spot by the door, wide eyes gazing all around, trying to read all the names of all the places on the hats and cups.
Nebraska, Georgia, Arizona, Carolina, Kentucky, Colorado, New Mexico, Texas—
“Here y’are.” Wayne sat a yellow happy face mug on the counter across from him. Honey walked forward, and picked up the cup to blow on it. She wanted to say thank you, but before the words came out, Wayne spoke again, “Y’like sugar? I don’t have cream.”
She nodded, “Yes, please—And thank you.” She rushed to add. Wayne smiled to himself as he turned to grab the packets they kept hoarded in a drawer. He dropped a few on the counter and dug out a spoon for her to mix with.
Honey shook the packet and tore it open, dumping it into the black roast coffee and repeating that process twice. “Have you really been to all these places?” She asked.
Wayne nodded as he sipped, “Mhm,” he sat his cup down, “I used to be quite the nomad.” He said fondly, looking over his collections.
Honey cocked her head and ran through her internal dictionary, wondering what a nomad was and made a note to ask Cal later. “Which ones your favorite?” She asked.
He held up his old white mug. “This one.” He turned it around and slid it over the counter to her, “Eddie got that for me on our first camping trip to Beaver’s Creek.” He smiled at the cup as she looked at the nature scene on the side, reminding her of the paintings Bob Ross did on PBS sometimes.
“I bet it was lovely.” She said, never really having been anywhere with her family, besides coming here.
Wayne chuckled, “Yeah, I hadn’t seen him smile so much since he came to live with me. I think that’s where we really bonded.” He nodded down at his cup.
Honey looked back up into Wayne’s eyes, wondering the stories he knew, the things he’d seen happen just in the trailer park alone, not to mention in the countless hours he’d spent watching Eddie grow up. “He’s like your own, huh?” She asked.
Wayne nodded, “Yeah, he is,” he took a breath in, spying an old picture of the two of them in the hallway, “He’s my boy. Y’know lots of people think no one can love a kid as much as a parent could—but… some parents just don’t love their kids enough.” He sighed taking a sip.
Honey nodded, “I’ll drink to that.” She sipped her warm brew, the scalding water barely touching her mouth before she tilted the cup back down.
Wayne chuckled, “I reckon those kids are just like your own, huh?”
Honey froze before shrugging, “I mean, we all gotta take care of each other. Juns been taking care of me a long long time, too.”
Wayne nodded with a grunt of agreement, “Well, around here, the neighborhood, when one of us needs something we’re all pretty good about helpin, Y’know? Like Margie down the road, I wouldn’t have been able to take Eddie when I did if it wasn’t for her.” He nodded, “He woulda gone to some boys home in Ohio.” He shook his head at the thought.
“But, uh, I wanted to give you this,” he took a scrap of paper that was stuck to the fridge and held it out between his fingers. “If Jun’s not around when you need him, got a leaky roof or need someone ran off,” he looked at her pointedly, “Call us. Even if it’s from your front door.” He made to hand it over to her before spotting a pen and scribbling down another number on the flip side— “And this is Margie’s number. Use it, missy. You’d be doing her a favor, really.” He clicked the pen closed on the counter and passed the paper to her.
Honey took it from him, looking at the clear numbers printed on the lined paper. She opened and closed her mouth for a moment unsure what to say, worried about what this meant about Wayne Munson, he seemed to have good intentions, but she knew lots of people seemed nice. “Oh, I—“
“—S’The least I can do, you been cookin’ my boy supper ‘most every night now, I’m hearing.” He said casually.
Honey balked, “Oh! Uh, yeah, is that-is that okay?” She asked unsurely. Eddie was 19, right? Was he going to get in trouble? Was she going to get in trouble?
Wayne smiled, “Yeah, of course, sweetheart, and if he’s ever over there too much, you’re allowed to run ‘em off, I know food ain’t cheap.” He chuckled and sipped. Honey could breathe easier after that, cracking a smile and taking a drink of her coffee even though it burned the roof of her mouth.
She set the mug down, “Thank you, Mr Wayne. If y’ever want a hot meal you can always come round for supper—or breakfast.” He nodded in gratitude at her offer. “And Eddie’s no bother, really. He’s… real nice to have around.” She smiled reassuringly.
Wayne nodded, “I’ve heard nothing but good things about your family, especially you—“
Their attention both went to the hallway, where a clatter and a couple clumsy thumps resounded. Wayne sighed, raising his mug to his mouth, “He’s awake.”
Honey’s heart stopped at the sound of a door getting thrown open, heavy steps running down the hall, Eddie’s bare abdomen on display as he tugged a shirt over his head, “Honey! What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, wide eyed and frazzled despite the puffiness around his glossy eyes. His hair was more wild than usual and Honey wanted nothing more than reach out and fix it for him.
“Oh, I was just, um—“
“—Where’re manners, Ed? And your pants!” Wayne pointed at the boys boxers. Eddie looked down and bolted, running back to his room as Honey giggled behind her mug.
“It doesn’t end, girl. It doesn’t end.” He shook his head in amusement, watching his boy fumble around in his room for some pants.
Just as she was opening her mouth to bid him a good day, a small voice hollered from the trailer next door, “Honey!!!” She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Go ahead and take it with you, I know where you live.” Wayne raised his cup in farewell, a chuckle behind his words as Honey raised hers in thanks and eased out the door to start her day.
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At the beginning of the week, Jun announced he’d be taking more jobs out of town for the extra money, meaning overnight stays. He’d chosen to tell Honey in front of the kids, knowing her reaction would be less explosive, her narrowed eyes and set jaw the only signs of tension. Jun avoided her gaze and took a bite of the tater tot casserole.
A thick silence stretched before Janie tentatively broke it by clearing her throat, “So.. picture day…” Janie mentioned as she stared at her plate.
Aaron nodded with a full mouth, “Oh, yeah, s’comin’ up!” He dusted off his hands and walked over to his bag that sat abandoned on the floor next to the front door and a pile of shoes. “—And parent teacher conferences.” Cal mentioned.
Honey and Jun shared a look across the table before Aaron returned and handed the papers to Jun to look over. “It’s only one night of conferences?” Jun questioned as he read the sheet. “For all three schools?” He flipped it over to find the back of the page blank, and flipped it back over to read through it again. “The 20th!” He said in a panic before looking over at the wall calendar depicting different national parks for each month. “I’m s’posed to go out on a job! I’ll be gone for three days…” he mentioned before meeting Honey’s eye again.
The girl’s face turned to stone, “You mean to tell me—“
“I didn’t know this was happening! Or else I wouldn’t have said I’d go!” He urged before passing the paper down the line of children til it came to Honey, who gave Jun a weary look before looking over it herself.
“What’s… lee—lie…lee—see—“
Cal walked over and squatted, putting his head almost against Honeys to spot the troublesome word and uttered, “Leisure, like no rush, no hurry.” He explained, pointing at the sentence, “All parents and guardians are invited to visit teachers and classrooms to discuss the performance of their students at their own leisure, 5-7:30.” He read.
Honey nodded along, not daring to look over at Jun as the telltale heat crept up her neck and cheeks. “Thank you, Callie.” She whispered as he went back to his seat and she read the next page about picture day. “So I have an hour and a half to see…” she looked at her fingers and counted, “like, what, 15 teachers?” She asked incredulously, though no one bothered to correct her.
Jun shrugged before resting his face in his hands and dragging his fingers through his brown hair. “I dunno what to tell you, sister—“
“—You can tell your boss you made a mistake.” She suggested, “You can’t make me go by myself!
“I can’t do that, I’ll look like a flake! You don’t have to go see all of them—“
Honey scoffed and shook her head, “Of course I do, Jun.” She muttered as she looked over the sizes and prices of each package of pictures as a knock sounded at the door. Aaron lurched out of his seat to answer it, relief flooding him when he saw it was Eddie.
“Hey, man!” He greeted as he pushed open the screen door for his friend, “So glad you’re here.” He breathed as Eddie stepped inside and peeled off his jacket. The evening air was cold this time of year, the long bridge of his nose tinted pink as proof. Eddie’s eyes fell on Honey’s and he smiled widely, “Glad I could make it.”
The corner of her mouth lifted in a smile, her chest loosening at his presence. She made to stand but was quickly waved off by Eddie, who already eased his way to the counter with his empty plate. “Go ahead and eat, Honey, I can get it.”
She watched him move around her kitchen with familiarity she loved to see, scooping his helping onto the plate left out for him in the near empty casserole dish, ‘the big one for the big kids, the small one for the little’ns’ as she’d told him.
In no time, he’d settled in his seat between her and Aaron, their knees bumping and settling against each other—the touch familiar and welcomed by both of them.
“What’d I miss?” He breathed as he stabbed his fork into a tot.
“Jun’s leaving!” Terry chirped through a full mouth.
“And Honeys pissed!” Tommy finished.
“Thomas Lee!” Honey seethed as she dropped her fork.
Jun reached over and thumped the boy on the forehead “C’mon now, not in front of your sister.”
“ ‘scuse me for wanting them to have manners.” Honey mumbled and resumed her eating.
“—and I’m not leaving. I’m just going to work for a couple days.” Jun shrugged and only glanced at Eddie to let him know he was speaking to him.
Eddie nodded, no reply coming to mind before Janie spoke up, “And Honey has to go to the open house by herself. Not to mention we have nothing to wear for pictures.” She sighed, her lack of wardrobe her only problem lately.
Honey dropped her fork again and sighed into her hands, rubbing her eyes and temples before standing up and walking to the kitchen, putting away the leftovers and wiping her hands on her shirt when she finished.
“Airn. Please take care of the dishes tonight.” She asked as she padded to the laundry room to switch the loads. “Anyone seen my cigarettes?” She asked as she made her way to the room she shared with her sister and baby brothers most days.
Eddie’s eyes shot to Aaron, who bit his lip as he rose to cross the room in two quiet, giant steps, setting the crumpled carton on top of the fridge where she typically kept them, and darted back to his place. The children giggled through full mouths and clacking forks, even Jun smirked at his brother’s antics as Aaron hollered, “Aren’t they on the fridge?”
Honey appeared a second later with her robe slung around her frame and some socks on her feet. “Thanks.” She sighed, grabbing them up as she passed and walked out the door.
No one seemed to bat an eyelash at her sudden departure, but Eddie could only eye the food she took two bites of, and the bread she hadn’t yet touched. Aaron noticed where Eddie’s focus lay. He nudged his elbow with his own and nodded towards the door when Eddie looked at him.
“Go to her.” He whispered as Janie told the table a tale from the cafeteria.
Eddie looked at the door, then her plate, and then back to his friend. “You sure? I don’t wanna bother her if she’s upset.”
“Honey can’t be bothered by the likes of you, now get out there and make her smile.” Aaron encouraged as Eddie nodded and then stood.
He grabbed her plate and fork before leaning against the door to open it, the cool night air blowing his hair back as it caught the door and swung it back a little too harshly, slapping the side of the house.
Honey whirled around, with a gasp, Eddie’s eyes and mouth round in surprise as he froze with her plate in hand. “Shit, I’m so sorry, that’s my bad.” He chuckled wearily as he set down her plate and closed the door with a click, his heart pounding up into his throat.
“S’okay.” She said quietly as he sat down on the step next to her.
“You, uh, you okay?” He asked with a gentle nudge to her bare knee with his own. She sighed heavily and nodded with a tense smile, “Mhm.”
Honey was curled over herself, her hands on either side of her neck in an attempt to calm herself. Eddie spotted the red welted scratches on the back of her neck where she’d been busy with her nails.
“Hey,” Eddie said, turning to her, “I don’t want you to lie to me, we’re friends, remember?”
Her eyes darted away before she nodded, “I’ll be okay. Just… A lot...” She sighed and shook her head at the loss of words.
“Overwhelmed?” He asked and she nodded in relief when he found the word she was looking for.
“Yes! Yes, that’s exactly how I’m feeling.” She nodded again before staring out at the grass. “Real overwhelmed.”
“Y’know Aaron could watch the kids for you while you go?” He mentioned offhandedly. “Put him to work.” He nudged her again with his elbow and smiled when she chuckled.
“He’ll put Janie in charge and disappear for hours, I already know.” She rolled her eyes and opened her sorry pack and slid out a cigarette, almost flat like it had been sat on. She gently pressed the creased sides and rounded it out before digging out her lighter and flicking it to life.
“I think I can swing it,” she said after a minute, her cigarette between her lips as she lit it, “—gotta keep my eye on the clock, s’all. Just— more worried about—“ she sighed and hid her face in her hands.
“What? C’mon, Hun, you can tell me. Let me help!” He offered with a kind hand on her arm. She lowered her hands and eyed him as she took a drag. “You want a cigarette?” She asked, holding out her pack.
Eddie tsked and gently lowered her hand before stroking her knuckles tenderly. “No, thanks,” his syrupy eyes shone in the blue evening light, hopeful and soft just for her. “C’mon.” He urged quietly.
She released a breath, and nodded, “I… ain’t got much to wear. And I don’t exactly look like a grown up—or sound smart like one.” She shook her head. “Doctors, teachers—mail men—“ she rolled her eyes, “It’s always ‘where’s your mom?’.” She chuckled and shook her head again, “I look like a child.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance before taking another draw.
Eddie shook his head insistently, his eyes practically bugging out, “You do not!”
Honey narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head, but Eddie wouldn’t accept that, “No! No, you probably just think that cause you see yourself in the same stuff every day. Stuff you probably don’t even like, huh?” He appraised her figure appreciatively, “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart, that’s not a well kept secret,” he chuckled wearily, as if it was a casual compliment, “I bet you just need to feel more comfortable in your own skin, Y’know? Feel more …like you?”
She nodded thoughtfully, “Yeah, I s’pose that’s true, but—“ she shook her head and smoked again, “I just don’t have the means right now. I’ll have to borrow a sweater from Aaron or something—and don’t even get me started on what the kids are gonna wear for their pictures.” She shook her head again, the thought seemingly pained her, clamping her eyes shut.
“I won’t.” Eddie quietly promised. “But I do think I know someone that can help.” He smiled, taking her hand in his, for real this time. And from the look in his eye, Honey knew she could trust Eddie to come through.
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A couple days later after school, Eddie showed up with a large box in his arms and a smile on his face. “Special delivery.” He presented it as if he were a lowly jester entertaining the queen of his heart.
“What’s all this business?” She asked as she hefted it onto the counter and opened it up to find pastel pinks and blues and yellows, some denim peeking through from the bottom.
“Some stuff a few friends of mine decided they could part with! Gareth’s sister just had another growth spurt, or at least that’s what Ms Emerson said. And then, uh, Mike’s older sister Nancy added a few items to the cause!” He rambled as she took out each item, neglecting the sizzling pan on the stove, an extra toasty grilled cheese almost screaming for attention until Cal stepped over and saved the day.
Honey dropped the pink cardigan she was admiring once she smelled the burning and rushed over to her brother, “Aw, shit—just put that one on my plate, would you? I wanna go through these, if you don’t mind—“
“Go on!” Cal waved her away with the spatula and a smile.
Honey practically bounced on over with a giddy grin as Janie pulled out a lovely blouse. “Jane, that’d be perfect with that one green skirt of yours!” Honey urged. Janie blushed and agreed before she took off to go try it on.
“There’s a, uh—“ Eddie cleared his throat nervously, “—a, uh, dress! There’s a dress Nancy threw in there I thought you might—maybe you’d like it.” He shrugged.
Honey met his eye and blushed deeply, digging around towards the bottom to find a lovely denim blue dress. It had white buttons all the way down the front with clusters of pale pink and yellow flowers dotting the fabric every so often.
“Oh, Eddie—“ she sighed, as if it were brand new from the store and worth a pretty penny. She looked up at him with shining eyes and didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around his torso, to lay her head on his chest.
Eddie wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on hers to soak up the moment. He caught a glimpse of Cal and Aaron in the kitchen just a few feet away, smug smiles adorning their faces as they watched. “Thank you, so so much.” She mumbled.
“You’re so so welcome.” He dipped his head lower to her ear, “You’re gonna look perfect.” He promised before he released her. “It’s all yours, Honey.”
She smiled and nodded appreciatively, keeping the brimming tears at bay, enough to keep them from notice as she folded up the items she’d taken out and placed them back inside, scooping up the box to head to her room with a soft and quiet smile on her lips.
Eddie turned to Cal and Aaron as they pretended horribly to not have been watching the entire exchange. They whistled a tune as they went about buttering bread for the small skillet to toast before glancing up with knowing smirks, only to find Eddie’s stare locked on them with a bashful smile of his own tucked into the corner of his mouth.
“What?” He asked with a raised shoulder.
Cal simply shook his head as Aaron arched a brow at Eddie, “Where’s my box, Munson?”
Eddie’s smile dropped before he raised his middle finger and Cal giggled as he flipped a sandwich and Honey returned. “Eddie! Put your finger down.” She scolded before she grabbed it in her fist and shook it in passing to the other side of the house as she scoured for a laundry basket not filled with crap.
“Shit, sorry!” He blushed at the casualness of her touch, at her sharp tone with him. He wanted to hear it again, to see that pink flush in her cheeks and the shock in her eyes— it was just too cute.
She gave him a sidelong glance with lips folded inward to stifle her giggle at his next slip, disappearing for a moment before returning with a basket on her hip. “Next time I won’t let you off so easy, alright? Aaron don’t get away with it neither.” She nodded at Aaron who vehemently nodded his head.
“Oh, yeah, man, she damn near broke my finger last year.” Aaron tsked as Cal nodded, having bore witness to the event.
“To be fair, you kept doin it after I told you to quit.” She amended from the laundry room as she switched the loads over. She put her shirt over her nose, the sulphuric scent of the corroded pipes smothering her senses in the cramped room.
Aaron raised a shoulder and let it drop as he sliced the sandwiches and plated them up, glancing up as Cal searched the cabinets. “Honey, is there any tomato soup?” He asked while Aaron gagged.
“You’re fuckin gross—“
“Airn!” Honey seethed on her way back through, cutting between her brothers to open the next cabinet over to reveal the two cans of dented soup.
“Sorry!” He flinched and ducked to avoid a hit that wouldn’t come as she passed him to retrieve the smaller children from the boys room.
“Have fun with your hot cream of tomato water.” Aaron taunted in a whisper as he set the plates on the table. Cal stuck his finger up at his brother before turning his focus to finding a pot for his soup.
Eddie snickered as he followed after Aaron, sitting down on the floor as he stripped off his jacket to toss on the couch. Junior came out of the hallway and locked eyes with Eddie as he dried his hair on the way to grab a beer.
“Hun!” Jun called over his shoulder as he peered inside the fridge, “did you drink my last beer?”
Aaron balked before he spotted Honey coming from the hallway with James on her hip and Frankie and Randy at her flank. Honey’s eyes cut to Aaron’s before looking at Jun. “—Yeah, m’sorry.” She blew it off.
Eddie’s brows rose, finding it interesting that she drank beer, a sweet little thing like her.
Jun shut the fridge, and cut a look Honey‘s way before looking over at Aaron, who busied himself with his sandwich and avoided eye contact. “Alright. Well, I’ll go grab some at the store. Don’t do it again—please.” His last word was clipped like he hadn’t remembered it at first, but the effort was genuine.
Honey sighed and nodded, “Yes, s—I mean—Sorry. Won’t happen again.” She nodded at Jun and when he turned around she glanced at Aaron with a tense mouth before setting James in her lap and tearing up pieces from the sandwich on the small plate in front of him.
Jun sighed as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Frankie and Randy ran laps around the table, ducking under Aaron’s outstretched legs that rested on the end of the table closest to Janie, who wrinkled up her nose at his socked feet and turned her back to him.
“So, Callie and I were wondering—“
“Why’re you dragging your brother into this?” Honey asked, ready for a bombshell to drop.
“Cause Aaron and I were wondering…” Cal began for Aaron, “If we could stay late after school on Friday to play D&D with Eddie and the rest of the club.”
“—Hellfire.” Aaron smiled.
“—do y’all really worship the devil? Cause that’s what Linda Sealy told me when I mentioned you were our neighbor, but I don’t believe it.” Janie said idly before taking a bite.
Eddie almost choked as he drinks, finding Honey’s eyes wide and locked on him, “No! No, there’s no devil stuff. Just mythical creatures and monsters to slay—figuratively.” He chuckles airily before taking another bite.
Honey looks to Cal, wondering what figuratively meant, but decided to ask later when Eddie was gone, except Janie took it upon herself to chime in and be helpful, “That means pretend.” She smiled at Honey before her older sister could glower and avert her eyes. She felt Eddie’s gaze on her pink cheeks.
“Thanks.” Honey mumbles before James flips her plate onto the ground, cracking the ceramic. She only sighs in response as everyone else yelps in surprise and James begins to cry. “Take him.” She mumbled to Janie as she passed the babe over and stood to retrieve the pieces.
It didn’t appear to be a big mess, a few shards missing from the plate that she easily located and placed atop the broken dish and walked toward the kitchen to discard them—until she stepped on the last piece. “Goddammit!” She cried out, dropping the broken pieces in the sink and striking her fist against the counter.
“Oh shit!” Aaron said softly, making no move to help his sister. Instead everyone watched as Honey twisted around and plucked the long shard from the ball of her foot and inspected it with minimal tears.
Eddie rushed to her and took a glance at her foot before turning on the tap. “Let’s get you cleaned up—you have a first aid kit?” He asked. Honey leaned against the counter, holding her foot with a slight pout as she shook her head in response. “That’s okay!” He assured. “Wayne’s got one, some alcohol to clean it too.” He reached over, wet a towel, handing it to her to press on her foot while he twisted off the water.
He headed for the door, “Tie that around your foot—I’ll go grab it.”
“—Uh-uh, you’re taking her with you.” Janie said as he herded the smallest and most curious kids out of the room with Tommy leading the pack, “We don’t need that blood and screamin’ over here.”
Aaron shrugged as if to say ‘fair enough’ and turned to Honey with outstretched arms, “Alright, come on.” As he stepped forward she stepped back, “Hell no, you’ll drop me—I bet I can hobble on over—“ She claimed, taking a tentative step with her heel before hunching over and clenching her jaw with a guttural growl, “—jus-just get me over there.” She lifted her arm to sling around her brother and without thinking reached for Eddie too.
His shocked reaction faded quickly as he rushed to her side, resting a reassuring hand on her lower back, the feeling ignited the embers that simmered in the depths of her belly. She picked up one bare and scarred leg for her brother to cradle before looking to Eddie for quick confirmation and jumping when he nodded.
Cal held the door open as both Aaron and Eddie waddled through the door. Honey found that focusing on Eddie’s grip on her thigh took away from the sharp, stinging pain in her sole. She glanced down at the way his fingers dug into the plush of her thigh, close to the back of her knee, but higher than Aaron would dare to go.
Eddie savored the closeness too, each step through the yard made his shoulders buzz deeper and deeper beneath the skin her arm draped over. Her hand gripped his shoulder, her arm around him providing a certain type of relief he’d never really felt before. Maybe once, a long time ago.
“Careful up the steps,” Eddie uttered as they treaded carefully up the porch and to the door. “Here we are, get her into the bathroom down the hall.” Eddie instructed as they hobbled through the house.
Honey caught a glimpse of Eddie’s open door, the mess littering the floor and assortment of crushed beer cans tossed near a wastebasket in the corner of the room. The walls were barely visible, covered with memorabilia from his years collecting and hoarding away things he found interesting and representative of him.
A sharp turn into the bathroom, and she was being dropped onto the toilet. Eddie kneeled in front of her, tenderly gripping her ankle before he pushed her leg back to get another look. The angle sent his throat bobbing and he knew he needed to avert his eyes quickly. The blood had seeped out and covered her foot, painting her sole red.
“I think I’m gonna—“ Aaron began slowly, his face paling as he stepped out of the bathroom, “I should—“ He didn’t get to finish before he broke into a run out of the house, the screen door slamming shut with his departure.
Honey’s heart warmed at the idea of being alone with Eddie in such close proximity, despite the sharp throbbing in her foot.
“I dunno how he ever worked on a farm.” She rolled her eyes and Eddie chuckles at her spirit.
“We, uh, need to keep this up so it stops bleeding so much.” He suggested, placing her foot on the sink. “Keep it above your heart.” He informed her before walking back to the kitchen to grab the kit and rubbing alcohol.
Eddie had used it more times than he could count, not even being able to remember when Wayne stopped patching him up because he knew how to do it himself. What started off as gnarly scraped knees evolved into bruised knuckles and bloody noses, Wayne’s only critique being ‘you gotta learn when to stop running your mouth, boy, or at least learn when to hit first.’
“Okay, sweetheart,” he started back inside the bathroom, setting the kit in the sink and opening it up before sitting on the edge of the tub again. “Gimme your foot.” He slapped his thigh, the sound making her flinch before she tentatively obliged him, wiping stray tears of her unwavering cheeks.
Eddie looked back up at her when he placed his hand on her ankle and calf, “How’re you holding up?” He asked softly before carefully untying the now red stained rag.
Honey sighed, “I’m holdin’, that’s about it.” She closed her eyes as the fabric peeled off of the sticky skin, the wound only weeping a bit more. She hated that she worried more about the state of her ever-bare feet than the cut he doctored, the cracks on her heels and calluses on her toes, the dirt settled in the wrinkles and craters.
“Hey! S’not as bad as I thought.” He smiled at her and leaned over to inspect it some more before reaching behind him to turn on the tub. “I don’t think I’ll have to stitch you up, but ‘m still gonna have to clean it,” he said carefully and raised the bottle of antiseptic in warning.
Honey nodded and turned her body towards the tub, finding Eddie reaching out for her and guiding her over to sit with him.
She turned her foot over, dirty and cracked and even worse now that the blood was caked into the fine lines of her worse for wear soles.
Lovely. She thought as her non injured foot sank into the warm water and tingles melted down her shoulders.
“S’gonna hurt.” He warned, his eyes round and worried as he poised the bottle above the cut.
“I-I know. I can do it, y’know? If that’s okay.” She said quietly.
Eddie nodded and happily handed the bottle over, relieved he didn’t have to be the one to hurt her, even if it was with the best intentions.
Honey took a breath and poured it over the horizontal gash, wincing with a hiss as it dripped down her foot and into the tub. Eddie found his hand on her back sweeping loving circles between her shoulder blades. She handed the bottle over to him and he patted her back. “Atta girl,” he praised softly before standing up to lay out a bandage and gauze and obtain a washcloth.
Honey’s brain emptied like a pitcher on a hot day, her mouth dry and prickly as he settled on the toilet again, his elbows on his knees. “Here you go,” he said, holding the rag out. “Wash up.”
Honey nodded and took it, holding it under the running water and feeling her shoulders sag in relief at the sensation of the warmth running over her wrist and arm. “Your water gets so warm.” She said idly.
Eddie smirked, “Well, yeah, there’s only two people living here, so.” He shrugged. His biggest complaint was the water pressure, not the temperature.
Honey chuckled and began washing her foot, the shallow water tinting pink until she reached down and pulled the plug. “I can’t even imagine only living with one other person.” She said.
Eddie raised his eyebrows, “Really? Well, I guess I can see that since you’ve always had siblings, but, uh, do you ever…” he trailed off as he searched for the right words and Honey turned off the water and looked over her shoulder at him.
“Ever…?”
Eddie chuckled nervously as he ducked out of the room to retrieve a towel, finding her facing him when he returned. “Uh,” he kneeled before her and carefully dried both her feet, his hand gentle on her heel and happy for any excuse to touch her, “Like, think about it? Living on your own?”
Honey’s brow furrowed, “And leave my family?” She asked.
“No! No, I just meant—figuratively—“ he eyed her carefully, hoping he hadn’t upset her.
Her face softened and she nodded, “Figuratively,” She confirmed, and Eddie smiled and nodded for her to continue, “I ain’t given much thought to it much before. But now that I am…” she shrugged, “I dunno, I think being alone I’d.. well I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” She chuckled at her lap before looking back up at Eddie with realization on her face. “I’d take long showers, that’s for damn sure. And I’d have my own soap, that no one else uses or squeezes out for bubbles. And I’d keep the water so hot, the room’s full of steam—have to crack a window so I don’t pass out.” She chuckled as she delved farther into the fantasy— dreaming of hot water that didn’t need the kitchen sink turned on to start.
Eddie’s smile shined at her, still on his knees before her and holding her feet hostage in the towel as he listened and hung on her every word. “Y’know.. you could… utilize the facilities while you’re here..” he suggested, though Honey’s head cocked in confusion, “—you could shower here if you want to, I mean—“ he shook his head at himself, he must sound like a condescending prick, “I could go ask your sister for your pajamas— if you wanted.” He stopped himself before the babbles could trickle further out of his mouth.
Honey looked surprised but not against the idea, running over her mental list of things to do before her—the kids went to bed. Dinner was gone, baths are taken, homework is done—lunches can wait til later— “Okay.” She said with a nod. “If you’re sure it’s okay with you.” She said. “And-and your uncle?” She asked unsurely.
Eddie barked a laugh, “Wayne would tell you the same thing, you’re not gonna get in trouble.” He chuckled, though he didn’t know just how true it is—how fearful she is of trouble.
She nodded again, “Okay, well, Janie’ll know where my stuff is.” She said tentatively, worried about what Janie would pick, the panties she’d send, if she’d bother to fold them up into her shirt and shorts like a decent human being.
Eddie nodded and raced to the door, “Use whatever you want!” He called over his shoulder, smiling when he heard the shower turn on and the curtain squeak closed.
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Eddie was relieved to find Janie on the porch, taking out the garbage when he asked her to get Honey some clothes to change into. Janie grinned widely and nodded before hurrying back inside, knowing just the outfit Honey should wear.
She brought him a large paper bag and handed it over with the same smile she left with.
Eddie gave his most polite smile, the one he gives his teacher on the way past her desk when he’s late, and took long strides back across his yard.
Honey heard the thump of his shoes climbing the steps and her heart raced as she rinsed the soap from her body, holding her hair up on her head to save the hot water.
The soap was Eddie’s, it had to be. The drug store suave smelled of sweet citrus, the same smell that wafted off of Eddie every late evening porch step conversation they shared, wrapped up in the comforting cigarette smoke that clung to her wherever she went. It used to remind her of home, but now it reminded her of him.
Little did she know, the smell of cigarettes did the same thing to him, along with the smell of her lemon verbena.
She turned and let the hot water wash down her front, tilting her head back to let it run over her neck and shoulders. The light knock at the sliding door startled her from her peace and Eddie’s voice sounded through the barrier.
“Honey? I, uh, got your clothes for you. Should I just sit ‘em out here or?” Before he can finish speaking, the water shuts off and the shower curtain screeches open. He debates repeating himself as the silence stretches between them, the rustling of her towel smoothing over her body was barely audible before he heard her grab the handle and slide open the door enough to stick her head through, water droplets still clinging to her face and baby hairs.
“Thank you…” she whispers and crinkles her brow at the paper grocery sack before accepting it and sliding the door closed and peering inside of it
Eddie was stuck in the same spot with the mental image of Honey clad in only a towel, practically glowing from the hot shower, as he heard her crinkle the bag and cuss to herself. “You.. okay?” He asked tentatively.
“Yeah! Yeah, ‘m fine—just—Jane.” She grumbled.
Eddie chuckled softly and leaned against the wall outside of the bathroom, “What about her?” He asked.
Honey scoffed as she dressed, “She gave me her clothes, not mine.” Is all she said before she looked herself over in the mirror, feeling ridiculous. She’d make Janie regret this later.
“Too small?” He asked as Honey stuffed her dirty clothes in the sack and opened the door, her gaze on her feet.
“Somethin’ like that.” She mumbled as Eddie took her in with wide eyes and pink cheeks.
The nightgown was white and hit Honey about mid thigh, blue flowers dotted the material, her womanly curves rounding at the sides of the flowy skirt and a precious blue ribbon sat in the middle of the neckline, right below the cleavage on display. She sighed and looked up at him, his silence unnerving.
“I know, I look ridiculous.” She muttered as she tugged at the neckline and hobbled on down the hall, pulling at the hem next.
It takes a minute for Eddie’s brain to catch up before he’s following her into the living room, “No! No, you don’t.” Eddie offered as he stepped up next to the door. His eyes were wide and he struggled to keep them from relishing the exposed skin he’d never gotten to admire before.
Honey’s face burned in embarrassment before she met his eye and softened. “Promise?”
Eddie nodded and his eyes flickered down to her bodice before they snapped back up again. “Honey, I don’t think you could ever look ridiculous— and I’ve seen you with pop cans in your hair.” He smiles warmly.
Honey chuckles and looks at her feet, one foot bandaged and wrapped in gauze, “Thank you, Eddie. For everything.” She looks back up at him.
He nods and sends her a smile, “Happy to help.”
Her heart sinks a little at his casual tone, “What are friends for, right?” She asked.
Eddie’s face fell and he tilted her chin up to look at him, “Hey.” He appraised her wide eyes, her shock at the touch he gave her, “Thought we were… more than that.” His eyes flickered down to her lips.
She swallowed and her insides melted and pooled in her tummy, “Real—“
Her words were cut short by the harsh beating on his door making her jump away, behind Eddie. With a furrowed brow, he yanked the door open to find Jun’s fuming face staring at him, looking behind him to find Honey.
The man’s eyes bulged as he took one step inside and reached for his sister’s wrist, “James is crying, time to go.” He said lowly, giving her no time to say bye to Eddie or get her feet moving quick enough.
She tripped over her own bare feet and hissed as he pulled her down the steps and flung her toward the house, “Get inside, I’ll be there in a minute.” He said to her, though she didn’t look back at him as she hobbled inside with silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
Eddie worried about Jun’s judgment, quick to try to clear the air, “We were just—“
“I don’t wanna hear it.” Jim said, sliding the cigarette from behind his ear and digging a lighter from his shirt pocket. Eddie looked him over curiously before the man lit the cigarette and eyed him. “I know your type, Munson.”
Eddie wanted to roll his eyes but knew it was in his best interest to remain respectful. “And what’s that?”
Jun chuckled and exhaled his smoke, “C’mon, now. I ain’t stupid—“ he took a couple steps towards Eddie as he appraised him one more time, “I know all about the little operation you’re running out of your house. I know that your uncle either don’t know about it or he just don’t care anymore to say nothing.” He began with an eerie calm, “I know that you come around cause you like my sister, you like the free food, hell—you may actually like Aaron, but you don’t fool me.” He said and took another hit, “Honey’s had a lot of boys come around, lots of boys just like you that take what they came for and toss her to the side like trash—and I’m telling you, it ain’t happenin’ again. Not while I’m around.” The man’s eyes almost glowed with the quiet rage rumbling behind them.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stick to your side of the property line and say hi to Aaron in the hall, but you’ll stay the hell away from my sister.” He points a finger of finality in Eddie’s face before he turns to leave.
The hurt and anger swelling in Eddie’s chest erupted through his mouth, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man!” He calls out desperately, “She’s—it's not like that! I didn’t even touch her!”
Jun stops and turns to him, curiosity gleaming in his eye, “Then what is it? What is it like, loverboy?” He asked, stalking back towards him.
Eddie’s words catch in his throat before he forces them out, “I—I just want her to be happy! I want to make her happy!”
Jun’s face softens at this and he nods, in understanding or for Eddie to continue, he didn’t know, but Eddie kept talking, “I like her—“
“You don’t know anything about her.” Jun said.
Eddie froze and sighed dejectedly, taking a moment before speaking again, “I know that she’s kind—and selfless,” he began, winning Jun’s attention, “I know she didn’t finish school, but I also know that she knows almost everything about flowers,” Jun’s mouth twitched, as if threatening a smile, “I know that she stayed up all night to help Janie with that history project— that she figured out how to stretch one loaf of bread for the rest of the weeks lunches—and!” He smiled, “—I know that she guessed the answer to the winning puzzle on Wheel of Fortune last week.”
“—Highly Trained Professionals, would’ve won a trip to Hawaii— she told me all about it.” Jun said softly.
Eddie nodded, “Well, I was there, man, and the look on her face was…” he shakes his head, “—literally priceless.” He met Jun’s eye again and it seemed to him that Jun knew exactly what he meant.
Jun nodded, eyes searching for words he didn’t know how to say, “I’m.. I’m sorry.” He spoke after a few moments of silence, taking a drag on his cigarette. “I jus—I seen this before, Y’know? Back home.” His face hardened.
Eddie nodded, the vagueness eating at him a bit. For a girl that came off so simple, the more Eddie got to know her, he found Honey wasn’t simple at all. “I… I actually don’t know. I want—“ he sighed and shook his head, “—nothing.” He gave up.
Jun crossed his arms and nodded for him to continue. “Go on. What do you want?”
Eddie looks at him and shrugs, “I just… I want to be someone she can open up to—someone she can talk to. I can hardly get her to talk—and when I do, there’s never enough time, Y’know?” He gives a sorry smile and sits down on his porch steps. When he looks back up, Jun is walking away to the Haller house, much to Eddie’s confusion.
But when Jun comes back with a chair, and the brown bag he went to the store for, it furthers his confusion. The man sits down across from him with a deep pull of his cigarette and a pop of a Pabst, “Continue.” He exhales his smoke out of the side of his mouth.
Eddie gapes like a fish out of water for a moment before finding his footing, “O—Well, alright, well, uh—“ he chuckles, “I… wanna date her.” He nodded simply.
Jun guffawed, “That’s cute, bud.”
Eddie crinkled his brow, “What?”
Jun shook his head and pulled out his full carton of cigarettes, holding it out to Eddie. The boy glanced from the box back up to him before reaching out and taking it. He spotted “J. J. H.” written in a scraggly hand across the top before he flipped the lid open and pulled one out to light.
“Nothin, I just…” Jun takes a drag and runs his fingers through his hair. “I just got you all wrong, I guess.” He handed Eddie a beer and blew air through his mouth in a heavy sigh before he slumped forward.
“S’all good.” Eddie shrugged. “It happens more often than not around here.”
Jun seemed to grimace at that before he nodded, “I know all about that.” He looked at the ground contemplatively. “Aaron told you much? About where we come from? About Honey?”
Eddie hesitated before he shook his head, “Not.. a lot.” Aaron had mentioned his time as a farm hand for a neighbor of theirs, driving tractors from the early morning til dark, working cattle through a chute; giving shots, palpating mama cows, cleaning hooves and stalls—he wasn’t afraid of any work as long as it put money in his pocket. He hadn’t mentioned anything past the farm, and Eddie hadn’t yet asked.
Jun nodded again— rubbing his hand over his mouth before looking up at him again, “Well that’s good—“ he chuckles to himself, “Honey don’t take kindly to people talkin about her. Given our… history… I don’t blame her.” He takes a drag, “I guess.. I s’ppose I could tell you somethin—about myself….but only because—” he takes a long hit and exhales, “…I trust that you’ll use it to your best advantage…”
Eddie perked up and nodded before leaning in intently.
“She’s six years younger ‘n me. So for a while she was… well she was my baby to look after.” He shrugged. “I’m actually the one that named her Honey.” He smiled to his beer, “lots of times we only had bread and honey, and she always wanted more—‘mow nunny’ she’d yell at me. All damn day.” Eddie smiled at the image, “When she was about James’ age, I’d find her up on the counter with her hand in the honey jar.” He looked up at him to meet his eye. “Still catch her sometimes.” He chuckled and Al did Eddie.
Jun inhaled his cigarette sharply and went on,“Our parents were… a little worse for wear, but not too bad at the time. They’re on a buncha shit, I couldn’t even tell you what the drug of choice is anymore. But back in the day it was just pot.”
Eddie swallowed, and nodded gently before taking a hit, thankful for the filter between his fingers to keep him busy.
“Time goes bye different when you’re high, I know how that is,” he gave Eddie a knowing look, “But they left us alone for days on end. Six year old and a newborn without milk—“ he shook his head. “I dunno, I see Terry and I see James and…” he scratches his jaw in thought, “well, I wouldn’t ever leave him in charge of James.” He chuckled and so did Eddie.
“Anyway, couple years after Honey, Aaron came, then with Jane and Cal she was able to help me more, so then Aaron was hers, Janie was mine, and then her and Aaron took charge of Cal,” he chuckled dryly. Then…” he sighed. “Then our mom left.” He tsked and took another drag. Eddie’s heart sank.
“I was fine. Didn’t really like the woman in the first place, but—“ he took another drag, “Honey took it hard. She was seven. I was thirteen. And suddenly she was the mama.”
He raised his shoulder and dropped it, “I mean, she kinda already was, but, after Nadine left— I dunno, maybe I wasn’t alright. Was having more problems with my dad—he started drinking a whole lot more, so I stayed at my cousins a whole lot—spent the weekends, then during the week. I-I really didn’t know what I was leaving her with—I mean, I guess I did—but—“ he groans and runs his hand over his face.
“Anyway, while she was in school, she met this older boy—Riley Phillips, just a couple years younger than me.” He grimaced like the name tasted sour on his tongue. “Anyway, I won’t say a whole lot about him cause I wasn’t there to see it all, but what I do know is—“ he clenched his fist and averted his eyes, “Honey ended up real hurt over him. The way he and his brothers treated her… it just… wasn’t right. And it ended up causing trouble for her at school too. Suddenly everyone in town is talking about Honey ‘the Whore’ Haller, and how she’s caught a disease or pregnant with a Phillips baby but no one knows which one.” He rolled his eyes. “She was only Janie’s age.” He took a toke off his cigarette.
Eddie’s face nearly crumpled before he wiped his hand over his mouth.
Honey ‘the Whore’ Haller.
He couldn’t imagine a whole town whispering about her like that; sweet Honey Haller, the star of every daydream he’s had since meeting her.
Honey; the girl that hummed tv show themes to herself while she folded laundry, the girl that spent one afternoon a week scrubbing the kids shoes so they’d be clean for school, the girl that danced barefoot on the grass in the fading sunset, a baby on her hip and her hand holding tight to the rambunctious toddler that spun and spun around her— the girl that made extra lunches for him and sent smiley face notes and a dessert just because she could.
He shook his head in disbelief, “I can’t believe anyone would say that about her.”
Jun shrugged, “Small towns, big assumptions. Plus our last name wasn’t ever a pleasant one back home. S’nice to be nobody for once in my life.” He scoffed and took one last hit on the cigarette and tossed it. “Besides. There’s a kernel of truth in every lie, ain’t there?” Jun narrowed his eyes as Eddie’s widened.
He didn’t wanna ask the question screaming from the recesses of his brain, so he asked a different one, “Then what happened?”
Jun sighed and nodded, choosing careful words, “Honey came to me and told me her truth— the truth—and Honey ain’t a good liar— I know Aaron took my last beer, she just didn’t want him to get in trouble.” He rolled his eyes and looked back down to the ground, “—anyway. When dad caught wind of what was going around town—“ he shook his head with more vigor and took out another cigarette to light, “—he didn’t believe her. Not like I did. And that night, when dad left and Honey was in bed, I.. well… I did what my dad should’ve done.” He took a drag and Eddie’s mouth gaped.
“I don’t care what nobody said, he was damn near 18! He had no business messin—“ he breathed deeply through flared nostrils and pinched the bridge of his nose and focused on calming his racing heart. “Anyway, before you get too scared—I didn’t kill him.” He chuckled dryly, “But he’s gotta fake knee now.”
Eddie’s mouth quirked up in a shocked smile, his heart a little lighter at the thought.
“Landed me in the pen for a few years. Spent my 21st, 22nd and 23rd birthdays in there. Met some real decent guys. Learned a couple trades—I’m real good at arts and crafts.” He admitted easily, “I’d send the kids stuff home— hand turkeys, Christmas ornaments, maybe some bracelets—that kinda shit. Tried to make sure they didn’t forget me.” He shrugged.
Eddie’s heart clenched thinking about his old man locked up in the state penitentiary for grand theft auto and aggravated assault. He’d never written a letter. Not even called.
“While I was locked up, Honey was too, in a way. That’s when they pulled her out of school—took away her shoes, her records, clothes—everything. I was the only person she could talk to, and I only called once a week.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped, “Are kid—her shoes?? Why?”
“She kept running off.” He groaned and Eddie shook his head in disbelief. “Found her hiding in the trees by the pond one night.” Jun ran his hand over his face and sighed as Eddie recalled that first conversation they’d shared—how Honey mentioned the beautiful tree up around the bend where they weren’t allowed to go.
“My dad was always a yeller. The beating wasn’t so bad when my mom was around. Sometimes the man had a mean streak. But after he met Tracy—started on the crank—“ He shook his head again, his eyes far off and haunted. “It got worse. And after I wasn’t around to take the brunt of his bullshit, he turned to Honey.”
Eddie’s eyes stung with tears and a lump rose in his throat as he nodded in understanding.
“—so after I got on the work program, started sending money home, Honey started saving it. And we hatched a plan.”
Eddie leaned forward intently.
“First time in three years I get to see my boys—first time meeting two of them—and I’m packing them up in the night to go squat at our cousin’s before leaving town.” He said quietly
Eddie shook his head, “You mean, you all… ran away?”
Jun nodded, “Mhm. And now you know a little more about me, isn’t that nice?” He said lightly as he stubbed out his cigarette and gulped down the last of his beer.
Eddie chuckled dryly and nodded, “Thank you… really, man. I appreciate—“
Jun held up a hand to cut him off, “Yeah, we’re not doing that.” He stood from his woven lawn chair and stretched with a groan. “You’re gonna thank me by showing Honey stuff she missed out on. Starting with a date.” He said before turning and leaving, dragging the chair behind him. “Don’t make a liar outta me.” He called.
Eddie stood from his porch, watching him in a mixture of awe and disbelief. “I won’t!” He raised his hand in farewell, his heartbeat fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. He glanced over to the glowing window he now knew to be Honey’s and saw the stained bed sheet curtain jerk closed.
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chillyfrys · 2 months
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(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ Hello
❥︎Can you do Sodapop x Male reader (where they were friends since grade School) (Soda has a lil crushy crush on the reader) (maybe or maybe not ask them for a hang out "date" and Soda confesses his feelings for the M! Reader?)
⭐ Take your time on it! Plz and Thank you!! ⭐
Sayin somethin’ stupid like “I love you”
Sodapop x Male!Reader
A good song to listen to while reading this: “somethin’ stupid” (Frank Sinatra) <3
(Ft Steve-)
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It was a crisp spring day, and it was sooo close to going home. The day had been long and Soda, Steve and Y/n were all exhausted.
“How much longerrr” Soda whined, leaning up against y/n. Soda always been more touchy towards him, but he didn’t question it just assuming Soda felt more comfortable with him. “Not much longer, few minutes” y/n said with a smile, he patted Soda’s lower back leaving his hand there.
“No PDA at the workplace Pal” Steve said with a snicker, Soda blushed and hit Steve with the rag he had. “We’re not- just shut up!-” Soda spoke up defensively, his face red so he buried his face into Y/n’s shoulder. He just laughed wrapping an arm around Soda’s shoulder.
God.. didn’t you know what you were doing to him
Steve cackled and disappeared into the break room, Y/n scoffed looking away he hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Hey- would you maybe wanna grab some grub with me..?” Soda said looking up at him with that famous movie star smile.
Y/n couldn’t resist not smiling back, or saying no (not that he wanted to-) “yeah! Of course” soda smiled and let go of him, running back in to grab his wallet and y/n’s keys.
-Small time skip~
The two boys were chatting together and eating, talking about whatever. Till soda cleared his throat, and chewed his Lower lip. “Hey- y/n? I gotta t-” Soda started but was cut off “Can I get you guys anything else!” The overly cheerful waitress said with a smile. “Uhmm we’ll split a vanilla milkshake? Please and thanks” Soda nodded to the idea “so what was you gonna say Soda?” Y/n said looking up at Soda with a grin that just about made him melt into a puddle.
“Oh!- uh nothin..” Soda muttered sipping the milkshake the waitress had brought out.
Some time passed, the day was coming to an end soon. The two boys were in the parking lot, walking in comfortable silence. Till Soda spoke up “so about what I was gonna say earlier..” this quickly grabbed y/n’s attention, he looked over and gazed into Soda’s eyes. Soda cleared his throat nervously “I.. think I’m in love with you” that’s it, he finally said it he’d been meaning to since grade school.. but now came the scary part
Your response. “I-I.. I think.. I love you too Soda” Soda couldn’t believe it.. you loved him too! He was ecstatic. Him and y/n pulled each other in for a hug, both smiling brighter than ever.
“Come on.. let’s get ya home, it’s freezin and I don’t feel like gettin an ear full from Darry if ya get sick” he said throwing his sweater to Soda, and putting an arm around him. “Yeah.. let’s go” Soda said looking at Y/n softly.
That night Darry had to hold soda down cuz he was so happy-
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A/n: Thanks for the requests! they keep me busy ❤️. Reminder that I do Gender neutral readers! But I gots no issues with Male readers!
Hope you enjoyed<33
Love you all!💕
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devildomditzy · 2 years
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hii!! i love ur posts !! they always make me smile >w< i wanted to request the brothers reacting to a chubby mc ^^ i hope you have a great rest of your timezone!!!
wowie woaw anon you are my first inboxed request 😎 i am kissing u on the lips
With a Chubby MC
Lucifer
He never admit it out loud, but during council meetings you’re his biggest distraction
He thinks your beautiful and can’t help himself from staring
That RAD uniform fits you a little too well ehehehe
He loves your cheeks, he wants to caress your face just to end up grabbing your chin to bring your focus to him (as it should be)
Mammon
You gotta understand, this boy is head over heels for you even when you are a sheep. A SHEEP!!!
Mammon thinks you’re perfect no matter what you look like because you’re his and you’re you
But!!! Hips!!! He is going to grab them 😈
They are soft and squishy and MC they’re literally made for holdin’ stop tryin’ to wiggle free from his grasp ya know he’s not lettin’ go
He likes to pinch you bc he’s a little fucked up and evil 🤧
Levi
Thighs 👁👄👁
Thigh Highs??!!?!! 👁🫦👁 🖐😫
If you dare to put on a tennis skirt with those thigh highs he is doomed
Knee high socks that have a little bit of your leg spilling over the top? Suddenly his nose is bleeding
MC this isn’t fair!!! You’re purposely trying to distract him from the latest Ruri-Chan episode, aren’t you?!
Sit on him plz 🥴
Asmo
Asmo is absolutely obsessed with you. Okay, maybe not as much as himself but a close second for sure!!!
Since he has a slender build, dressing you opens him to a whole other world of fashion that he can’t wear himself, but can make sure you look darling in
If clothes shopping makes you generally uncomfortable, leave it up to the Avatar of Lust to be your personal stylist/designer
Pictures of you are littered all over his Devilgram 🥹
He worships you 💕 (almost as much as himself)
Satan
He doesn’t give a fuck now put on the cat ears 🔫😡
What Satan looks for in a partner is someone who matches his intellect and wit, so honestly looks don’t play a big factor into it
But, he thinks you’re gorgeous all the same
He enjoys having you in his lap while he reads
It’s become second nature so much so that he now finds it difficult to focus if you’re not there
Beel
Hey, it’s more of you for him to snuggle 🥰
You have become this man’s personal teddy bear
He likes to bench press you skenfnsodkfk (Beel plz pick me up)
He loves your arms, you give the softest hugs he’s ever felt and it makes his heart swoon when you wrap your arms around him
Also would love a partner not afraid to snack with him so if that’s you he wants to marry you in an instant
Belphie
Hello human body pillow :)
He’s ditching his cow print pillow in favor of begging you to let him lay on your stomach, thighs, you name it
He also likes it for… less innocent reasons
More places to mark as his 😈
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omi-anime · 2 years
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Saw you added Al Haitham so~ Fluff list 2 with #26, #25, and #1. We say the prompts to him plz?
~Al Haitham with fluff prompt list 2 #1, #25, and #26~
Prompt(s): 1# “You’re cute when you smile, you should smile often.”, 25# “Aww your face is all red,it’s cute.” and #26 “I’m so in love with you.”.
Author notes: Hah I managed to get time to write well my grandparents are down for a nap. So here ya go! May post one or two more we will see.
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Al Haitham had finally taken some time off after you asking enough times. Seen as he worked on a lot of assignments you missed having at least some time to hangout with your boyfriend. He only took off 2 days but you'd take it even if it was an hour with how many you missed him. Because by the time your asleep he'd just get home, and by the time your up the beds already cold signaling he left at least an hour ago. You missed your date nights, or even just having lunch together without him having to leave cause of work.
Before you two headed to bed you made sure to turn off his alarm. He didn't need to wake up early today or tomorrow at least. Plus you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed. It's been forever since he sleep in and had breakfast with you so you'd make an awesome breakfast to eat together.
You woke up before him with luck. Quickly getting up and going to the bathroom and having a quick shower. You headed to the bedroom seeing Al Haitham still sleeping so you got dressed before going to the kitchen.
You decided pancakes with bacon and a fruit salad was good for breakfast. Seen as your both having breakfast together it'd be just the right amount of food.
You started making the pancakes batch following the recipe then letting it rise for about 5 minutes so they are nice and fluffy. You turn the pancakes grill on so it heats up before grabbing honeydew, cantaloupe, watermelon, and the last bit of grapes you had. Cutting the honeydew in half then cutting it in small pieces for the salad. You do the same with the watermelon and cantaloupe too before washing the grapes and added them to the salad.
The pancakes had rose enough, so you start putting the batch on letting them cook. Deciding you should start the bacon well. You put them on before going to check on the pancakes. They weren't ready to flip yet. So you watched the bacon for a bit before flipping the pancakes seeing a nice golden brown. You repeat the process till only the pancakes are left. One more set of two and its done.
"So that's what I smelled." Al Haitham spoke in his attire you noticed when you looked up.
"I though I'd make you breakfast for your day off." You said turning to look at him fully.
"You made pancakes and bacon?" He asks looking around the kitchen.
"There's also fruit salad in the fridge." You added just finishing the second last two before adding the last bit of pancake batter.
"Do you need help?" He asks before smiling sweetly.
“You’re cute when you smile, you should smile often." You spoke watching his cheeks go a little pink at that.
"I don't believe I'm cute Sweetheart." He said before laughing a bit.
"Oh? Fishing for more compliments?" You teased him before flipping the last single pancake.
He just chuckled at that before coming over to you. Hugging your back as you stood there. Before he kissed your cheek then nuzzling his face into your neck also giving your neck a kiss. You blush with your cheeks going red a little/or look away with an nervous look.
He pulls his face from your neck and laughs when noticing your expression. You huff at him giving him a little glare.
"I'm cooking" You tell him before checking the pancake, it wasn't done yet.
"Aw I can't kiss you now?" He says before giving you a pout.
"You can pretty boy, just stop distracting me." You answer him before smiling.
"Pretty boy?" He asks himself you believe. Watching his face turn red.
“Aww your face is all red,it’s cute.” you say deciding to tease him a little more. You turn your attention back to the pancake taking it off the grill before turning the grill off.
"I haven't been called pretty boy before. I've been complimented on my looks before but not with pretty boy." He says before hiding his face in your neck. Most likely to calm his blush down.
"Who knew someone complimenting you can make you blush so easily?" You said before laughing a bit.
"Only you can." He answered looking at you now before smiling. “I’m so in love with you.” he added after a small pasue, now having his chin resting on your shoulder.
"I love you too." You replied before giving a smile.
"Now shall we eat?" You ask.
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cobertoravermelhado · 2 years
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Ya know why im here hehe :>
Tsukasa kou and hanko with a blind reader pls <333
Yes friend yes!! I hope you like it! :D
It’s my first time writing for Kou so I’m nervous abixsnoxanIm
Warnings: Spoilers?? I don’t know, but it’s better if you read the manga first
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-How did you get into a relationship with this ghost? Anyways..
-You're Sakura's best friend, so you've known Tsukasa since the day she made him a wish
-And the first few moments meeting Tsukasa, I'm sorry but he's kind of dense and thought you were ignoring him
-Which made him very confused and a bit little angry at the same time..
-He tried to steal the cane you used to get his attention, which worked!
"Why do you keep ignoring me?!" He said with an irritated pout on his face, trying to pull the cane you were holding with all your strength so it wouldn't be taken from you.
"What on earth are you talking about?! I never ignored you!" You countered with the same tone of voice, getting irritated by the ghost's childish attitudes.
“Why don’t you look at me!?”
“I’M BLIND!”
-Oooh! Then he realized!
-You hardly ever looked in his direction because you were blind! Haha, good thing you weren't ignoring him, otherwise you'd have a little trouble
-But anyways, he let you go and apologized (sort of..) for trying to steal your cane, and you also apologized for not warning him (you thought it was obvious and thought he was stupid)
-Since you got into a romantic relationship, things have gotten more interesting and more fun
-He asked you several questions, most of them stupid but you got it
-Hugs and surprise kisses! He loves their surprised expressions when he does this~ He can’t help himself, he just loves holding you. He's also kind of messy when he wants to kiss…
-He acts like a kitten, he always clings to you and when he leaves you on your lap, you know he wants pampering and affection. The only thing left for him to do is purr
-He became very protective of you! Now you got a personal bodyguard
-He helps you pick things up, he guides you to fun places for you to hang out and of course, he defends you from evil supernaturals trying to mess with you
-Keyword: Trying
-None of them made it out alive after meeting Tsukasa :)
-Also, Sakura makes sure to keep an eye on him…
“Hey S/O! Want me to tell you what a fish looks like inside??? Here, touch it!”
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-Oh this precious boy was enchanted the first time he saw you
-He was going to the bathroom to check on Nene, “keep an eye” on Hanako, so he doesn't do anything perverted with his friend, of course
-But when he got there he saw Nene talking excitedly to you, and man he without realizing it stopped on his way to look at you better, to admire you (Not in the scary way tho)
-You were just…so angelic, and you wore such pretty and cute smile on your face that it made him blush a little bit
“Ah, Kou-Kun! Meet my friend S/o!” Nene took you closer to Kou with a smile on her face, putting you firmly in your spot so you know her friend is right in front of you.
“Oh, r-right!” He nervously snaps back to reality, a little embarrassed that you're so close but soon regaining his composure. "My name is Kou Minamoto, it's a pleasure to meet you!" He says energetically and proudly, holding out his hand in front of you for you to shake. Nene soon tensed up and nudged you in the shoulder, making you reach out as well.
"It's nice to meet you too, I'm S/o! I'm sure you must be a lovely boy.” You tilted your head to the side and smiled softly, your praise causing Kou to burn red. "T-Thank you! But not that much h-heh..!" He looked away and scratched the back of his neck, squeling with joy inside. He really sounded like a friendly and optimistic person, making you feel more comfortable.
-But soon he was confused as to why you kept looking at the same place and why you held a cane
-I’m sorry but Kou it's also a bit slow, so you explained to him that you were blind, which soon made him apologize for not having noticed right away (Plz tell him it’s okay he felt so stupid)
-You and Kou have become very close to each other. Like, too close, which made your friends suspect something was up…
-Kou treats you like a princess, he can't help but need to protect you at all costs
-You’re all badass and wholesome but he still barks at everyone who messes with you. You think is cute and amazing
-He always helps you get things out of your reach and go to places you forget where you are
-Kou is also kind and goes above and beyond affection when showing love. His favorite thing is keeping you close and putting you against his chest when he kisses you
-He always protects you from supernaturals! So don't worry, Kou will take care of them in no time (He shoos Hanako away when he starts teasing you two)
-Kou is also a great cook, and when he cooks for you, you feel like you're in heaven <3
-Teru totally approves of your relationship, he feels like you and Kou are made for each other (He also teases Kou about it, but only a little haha)
-Anyways, Kou it’s the damn best
“Get behind me S/o, that evil spirit doesn't stand a chance!”
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-This dude took a bit to understand that you're blind
-You went to the bathroom to make a wish after you heard rumors about "Hanako-San". It won’t hurt to give it a try right?
-So with great fear you went there to make your wish for the ghost
-And guess what? You accidentally ended up hitting the wrong bathroom stall. And Hanako was just watching you make his rumor wrong
-He couldn't control himself and chuckled a little, as you turned around scared for dear life
“W-Who’s there?! Don’t you dare get close to m-me!” You raised your cane up trying to hit the being that laughed in your face, which made Hanako perk up amused.
"Hahahah! Calm down, I won't do anything~" Hanako smiled smugly and came a little closer to you. "Ooo why do you have this?"
He reached out and pulled your cane from you. But he ended up pulling with a little force and making you fall to the ground, he was going to tease you but as soon as he saw that you had tears forming in your eyes he was filled with guilt.
-He gave you back your cane and apologized, and asked why you use it. So when you explained that you had her because you were blind, he felt like a piece of trash for having treated you that way
-You got another scare when he said he was Hanako-San from the bathroom and got defensive again (It took him half an hour to convince you that he really was Hanako-San and not some pervert)
-You made your wish for him in exchange for being his assistant, now the two of you have created a special bond! Yay!
-A VERY special bond…so special that you created a loving relationship
-He's a sweetheart boyfriend, who doesn't stop teasing you and pulling your buttons to see you flushed in his hands
-Hanako helps you clean the bathroom sometimes and takes you to boundaries with him, but relax as he is protecting you at all times
-When he goes to meetings with the mysteries, he orders the mokkes to keep you company
-Then he steals their candy to give it to you because you deserve it 💕
-He's always hugging you and likes to give you naughty kisses all over your face, but he also likes to pull you into one of the bathroom stalls to kiss and hold you properly. He's also a bit messy but kind
-Hanako loves you very much and doesn't like the moments when he has to be away from you
“Hey s/o, I got those sweets for you! Can I get a kiss as a reward~?”
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baurbiediv · 1 year
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the group chat chronicles (2)
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a/n: sorry i got a little carried away with this one, it’s kinda long!
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wednesday, july 6th
[10:26 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
let’s tell scary stories
[10:28 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
nigga what are you?
10
[10:30 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
10 inches deep in yo bitch
[10:31 pm] sunni ☀️😝
LMFAOOOO 💀💀
[10:33 pm] jack 🥹💝
me personally
i’m not taking that
[10:36 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
jack baby
be quiet
they gon get on your ass and i’m not defending you
[10:38 pm] jack 🥹💝
wow
way to defend me y/n 🤨🤨🤨
[10:40 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
i love you stinka
buy me a telfar bag plz?!
[10:42 pm] jack 🥹💝
what size and what color
[10:44 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
medium and baby blue
[10:46 pm] sunni ☀️😝
kick them out bruh
im not tryna see them on no lovey dovey shit
[10:48 pm] jack 🥹💝
— replied to you
ordered
[10:50 pm] jack 🥹💝
— replied to sunni
shut up
we know you miserable
[10:53 pm] sunni ☀️😝
y/n get ya boy
[10:55 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
i have nothing to do w this
[10:56 pm] avatar copelan 💨
fights brewing 😛
[10:58 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
never did i believe the last airbender would be one to instigate a fight
[11:00 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
well isn’t there a first time for everything
[11:00 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
true
let’s go explore some shit
[11:01 pm] sunni ☀️😝
explore what exactly
[11:02 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
abandoned house
haunted house
abandoned hospital
[11:03 pm] jack 🥹💝
that’s that white people shit
[11:04 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
i did not expect that
but you got it with the abandoned hospital
[11:06 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
so the haunted house didn’t strike you as odd?
[11:08 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
no
[11:09 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
imma kick you in yo ass bro
[11:10 pm] sunni ☀️😝
🤳🏼🤳🏼🤳🏼
[11:12 pm] avatar copelan 💨
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
[11:13 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
nvm druski
copelan don’t make me get on yo ass
you shouldn’t be talking
i shouldn’t be able to stick a plunger to your head and be able to pull you along with it
[11:15 pm] jack 🥹💝
y/n 😭😭😭😭
[11:16 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
yeah the plunger got it 😭😭😭
[11:17 pm] sunni ☀️😝
y/n gotta be one of the funniest fucking people i’ve ever met 😭
[11:18 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
ABANDONED HOSPITAL
ABANDONED HOSPITAL
ABANDONED HOSPITAL
ABANDONED HOSPITAL
sunni ☀️😝 removed urb 😛🤲🏽 from the conversation.
[11:20 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
HELP MEEEE 😭
add that man boy back, he gon start blowing up everyone’s phone in a minute 
[11:21 pm] jack 🥹💝
fine 🙎🏼‍♂️
jack 🥹💝 added urb 😛🤲🏽 to the conversation.
[11:23 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽
so are we actually doing this abandoned house shit
[11:25 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽
yes.
yes we are.
[11:26 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕
🧍🏽‍♀️🙎🏽‍♀️
you, jack, urb, and sunni all got out the car as you stepped down onto the run down road. “now if one of you goofy fuckers trip and fall, im leaving you behind.” you stated as you grabbed the flashlights from the back of jack’s jeep.
jack, urb, and sunni had looked at you as if you’d said something outrageous. “y/n, you cannot be serious.” jack told you, trying to reason with you.
you side eyed him and then closed the trunk. “what you should be worried about is how your car keys ended up in my pocket.” you said as you held them up and watched jack frantically check his pockets.
you snickered as you walked over to him and kissed his cheek before slipping the keys back into his pockets.
pulling away, you turned around and tossed the other flashlights to sunni and urban. “where the hell is druski, cope, and ace?” sunni asked as he leaned up against the car.
both you and jack shrugged before you leaned into jacks side and hugged him tightly.
the night was pretty chilly and jack told you to wear one of his jackets but you insisted that you’d be fine wearing a sweater. but he knew you all too well, so he always kept a few sweaters in his car.
“y/n your big headed ass doesn’t listen, i’m telling you, you should wear a jacket.” jack told you while getting ready.
you waved him off, “pssh, i’ll be fine, thank you very much!” you said nonchalantly.
jack sat on the bed and just looked at you in disbelief, “ight, so when your ass gets sick, i don’t wanna hear it.” he told you.
“man whatever, i’ll thug it out.” you snickered.
“oh my god baby can you get me some tea please? my throat is hurting really badly. can you also get me a blanket? i’m really cold and i also really need ..” you picked up a pillow and hit him with it as he dramatically fell over.
“first off jack, i don’t sound like that and second of all, do i really act like that?” you genuinely asked, jack huffed into the comforter as he replied with a somewhat incoherent, ‘yes’.
you laughed to yourself and shook your head.
you watched as cope’s car pulled up. you were surprised to see clay hop out the car along with druski and cope.
you smiled seeing clay, “now why didn’t y’all tell me y’all were going on a lil adventure!” clay said as he walked up to the rest of you.
“you know i didn’t think you would want to roam around an abandoned hospital.” urban laughed as he dapped up clay.
you all talked for a good minute before all entering the hospital. “i say we live-stream this.” druski said rubbing his hands together like he was up to no good.
“alright now, just so you know, if i hear any type of scream or growl, im booking it out this bitch.” sunni said as he shrugged.
“agreed.” you said as urban looked lost like he’d just seen a ghost, “look we didn’t have to do it, we can go home!” you laughed.
druski pulled his phone out and started live-streaming on instagram. “ight we back with a special ‘coulda been’ records live, we’re streaming live from waverly hills sanatorium.” he said proudly.
“do you have to slap ‘coulda been’ on everything you do?” you asked him. “yes.” he said, but as soon as you asked that, you all heard a scream with heavy footsteps following behind it.
everyone looked at each other as you all stood in fear, “don’t tell me that was a scream.” cope said as he narrowed his eyes at urban as he quickly put his hands up in defense.
then another scream but this time the scream got louder and closer.
you swore that you’d never run faster in your life.
“Y/N WHERE ARE THE KEYS?” jack yelled after you.
“I DON’T KNOW I GAVE YOU THE KEYS WHAT THE FUCK.” you screamed as you made it to the car.
“JACK OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” urban yelled.
“I’M DOING THIS AS FAST AS I CAN.” jack yelled back.
“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WANTED TO DO THIS GOOFY SHIT.” sunni yelled as you all quickly jumped in the car.
“JACK YOU BETTER PULL OFF RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD.” you said while looking around and checking that clay, druski, and cope had safely made it into the car and thank god they did because you wouldn’t believe the sight you were seeing.
a woman dressed in an all white dress with blood and dirt all over it. her hair was covering her face, no visible face features.
“jack drive off.” urban told him.
“if she hops on the hood of this car i’m never taking to you ever again.” you told jack. the woman began began approaching the car slowly but surely she gradually made her way closer and closer to the ground as she began crawling. that’s when jack made the decision to put the cs in reverse and back up as quickly as possible and high tail it away from the hospital.
“never again are we ever listening to your crazy ass.” jack said to urban as you all gathered on the couch of you and jack’s house.
“and i would’ve gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids!” urban cheesed.
“shut that shit all the way up.”
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daddy-deathslinger · 1 year
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Um hi as you can tell from my username I am a HARDCORE simpslinger and I saw you did a thingy just now um.
if ur requests are open could I plz maybe get a Drabble or smthn where Caleb reunites with his S/O from before the Realm, except his S/O has become a Killer just like him? If your requests are closed that’s totally fine you can ignore this
I also wanna say I love ur content you and the. Three other Deathslinger blogs on here have been feeding my Caleb addiction so. Uh. Thank you vv much!
Hi hello there! Firstly, I wanna give a little nudge towards a thingy I wrote ages ago, about this exact thing happening :3 
Secondly, thank you so much for the kind words! ❤️ Thirdly, here’s a little thingy of your request cus it’s such a nice one and I wanted to do it again! 
Caleb reunites with his S/O in Glenvale, and now they're both killers in the Entity's realm:
The Entity never lets the killers “hang out” with each other. The killers are alone in their realms in between trials, to further their torment and anger. 
That being said, when Caleb realized that Glenvale had gotten bigger somehow, he didn’t feel angry or tormented at all. He felt excited, renewed.
There wasn’t just the bar there anymore, there now was a bank house and a small county prison. 
Caleb remembered these places faintly, only having visited Glenvale one or two times, but it still felt really good to have some new places to roam around and explore.
Even though he didn’t like bankers or sheriffs, their buildings here gave him a feeling of familiarity that he desperately longed for in this hellhole. 
He was eager to explore everything the bank had to offer, maybe find some clues as to how to get out of here once and for all. So one day, he went exploring.
And boy, did he find something worth writing home about.
The first thing he noticed, funnily enough, was your perfume. It was a familiar scent, a scent that he’d missed so dearly while being stuck here. And did it smell as heavenly as ever.
But how could this be? You couldn’t possibly be here? Was this a trick of the mind, or of the Entity? Caleb grew cautious, readying his Redeemer in case there was trouble ahead.
Slowly making his way through the bank building, he looked out for any odd things or sounds, but everything seemed as dead as the rest of the town. 
Then, as he went upstairs to the rooms they usually kept the money in, he saw you.
There you were, busy as ever, searching through boxes and desks, a disappointed frown on your face.
“How in the hell can’t there be any money here? What the actual…”
Caleb stood still in the doorway, just looking at you. He hadn’t seen you in years, not since he heard you got caught up North by the police. 
“Y/N?” he whispered, still not sure if this was some kind of dream. 
You quickly looked up, readying your pistol. The look on your face as you saw your lover standing in the doorway to the offices was something else.
“Caleb? What in the goddamn…”
Caleb suddenly started chuckling, not caring if it was a dream or not anymore. He walked towards you, catching you in a tight embrace that you mirrored almost instantly.
“Caleb…” you whispered, your hug tightening. “Caleb, what in god’s name are ya doing here? I heard you got blown up at Hellshire!”
“I didn’t, I- I got trapped here. How in the world did you find me?”
“Find you? I was just out on an errand with the gang, and then suddenly… I woke up here!” you said, the two of you sitting down at a desk to gather yourselves.
Caleb chuckled again. An errand, indeed. You were an infamous bank robber, who had spread fear across the west with your brutal crimes and merciless gang. How in the world you had ended up here was beyond him, but somehow he thought he might have a clue as to what had brought you here. The same thing that brought him here, the Entity.
Caleb asked you to tell him what you last remembered, and you told him about how your gang had gotten ambushed by sheriffs on your last mission. You had fought bravely and bested the sheriffs, and as you, as the gang leader, had made the decision to take some prisoners and torture them, the fog had emerged.
Caleb shivered at the thought of the cold fog, the same fog he had seen before he got taken from Hellshire.
As absurd as this situation was, Caleb knew what it meant, and as you again started blabbering about there not being any money in this bank, he grinned wickedly.
“Darlin’, I think you might have another role here that’s not about robbing anymore banks…”
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houseofthxrnes · 2 years
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He.
(Poly! Lost Boys x Transmasc!Reader)
For the lovely anon really hope you enjoy 💛❤️, all credit for the gifs go to the owners 🙂
A/N: if anything seems off, stereotypical or offensive plz don't hesitate to let me know. I have written this with the utmost respect and love for the Trans Community and I hope it at least entertains you. Luv u all ❤️
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Paul was the best boyfriend.
One of the best.
You knew that.
And you knew that he didn't refer to you by the wrong pronouns just to be an ass. It was a change and you understood that change needed time.
He enthusiastically corrected himself and accepted any correction from you and the others.
You leaned against the railing, playing with the ends of your shirt while waiting for them. "There he is!" Paul exclaimed and it made you look up. He had been referring to you as that for quite sometime now. You quirked a brow, the normal annoyance you would feel strangely avading you.
Paul's face fell when Marko elbowed him in the stomach. "It's them, stupid!" He said. Marko was the one to catch on immediately. You supposed it was the fact that he was just really quick in life in general, so he adapter rather swiftly. He had yet to call you the wrong pronouns.
"Shit! I'm sorry, babe. I meant them!" Paul said, making you chuckle. "Don't worry about it, Paul. I know you don't mean no harm." You assured and Paul pulled you into a hug.
The night continued with you and the others avoiding the surfers and getting on every ride possible. You and Dwayne sat side by side, ice creams in hand. Even through the silence, you could tell something was on his mind. It was the way he would steal glances at you here and there. Dwayne was a quiet person, so you gently spoke up:
"What's on your mind?"
Dwayne quirked a brow.
"He's been calling you he more often than not."
He was talking about Paul.
"Yeah…I guess he has." You responded, taking a quick lick of your ice cream. You wondered if Dwayne meant that Paul was doing it on purpose and that you might by thinking the same thing. "You know he's just an idiot, right? He isn't going it to-"
"I know, Dwayne. Don't worry…besides…I think I like it."
"That so?" Dwayne asked, a small smirk on his face. You nodded. "Alright, whatever floats your boat, baby. You know we'll support you no matter what." Dwayne said and the words meant more to you then you let on.
Now, you looked over to Marko and Paul, who were too busy wresting one another. Your eyes settled on Paul and you smiled.
Maybe he was onto something after all.
The next few nights were spent the same.
Rides, games, food and Paul mistaking your pronouns more than once. You couldn't help but feel sorry about how sad he would look when he realized he had gotten them wrong again. On the brighter side, it had only happened twice this night.
Something peculiar about it though, was that you weren't correcting him.
You couldn't stop the others but it was very telling, when it came from you.
David, being ever so observant, took a great notice to this. As Dwayne was off with Laddie and the Terror Twins were off getting food, David took the liberty of asking you. He plopped down next to you on the diner couch, his arm going across your shoulders. You nuzzled into his arms unconsciously. "What's with the sudden affection?" You asked, clearly teasing.
David gasped in mock offense. "Can't a man just show their love some love?" He chuckled. Looking around, he finally said what was on his mind. "I noticed you aren't correcting Paul as much anymore." He said. You sighed happily.
"Is it that obvious?"
"As a elephant in an ant farm."
His eyes promised understanding, so you took a breath before speaking. "I just…I have realized that I…like it when he calls me a he." You said. Its something you had thought long and hard about and the fact that you weren't getting annoyed with it spoke volumes. David nodded along as you spoke, his full attention on you.
"It feels…right, you know?"
"I get ya, kitten. If you ever wanna actually change them, you know me and the boys got your back." David assured. You smiled. "Funny, Dwayne said the same thing." You offered. David snapped his fingers, a wide smirk on his face.
"Great minds think alike, kitten."
You rolled your eyes.
The group retreated back at the cave, Paul and Marko hooting and hollering as they held the food. Dwayne took a torch in his hand, lighting it quickly and going to the braziers on each side of the entrance. The Illumination was welcomed and soon, all were sat in their respective spots.
You close to David, Paul and Marko on the couch and Dwayne sitting on the fountain. Star and Laddie were still out and the night was still young. "Give him some!" Paul exclaimed, his hand holding a box of take out. Marko raised his hand, indicating that he was about to hit him. Paul noticed as well, but you raised your hand.
"No! It's ok!"
"You sure?"
"Yes, Marko I'm sure."
He gave you a confused look now. You supposed it was time to let the cat out of the bag. You had given this a lot of thought, spending most of your day when you weren't with the boys as time to think. You came to a rather wonderful conclusion.
You set aside your food, clapping you hands once they were free. You now had all their attention.
"Ok so…I assume you have noticed that Paul has mistaken my pronouns, well…more than once." You announced. "I'm not proud of that!" Paul added, seeming eager to get his point across. You laughed. "I know you're not!" You said.
"Anyways, I've had some time to think and I've come to a conclusion. Id like to go by he/him now." You said. Paul smiled, "Alright!" He exclaimed, excited that he probably wasn't going to make a mistake anymore. Marko grinned, but looked at you. "Good for you, babe!" He said, going to give you a hug. The embrace was tight and you returned it just as eagerly.
Paul joined in soon after.
"We're happy for you, kitten."
"Sure are."
"Don't be surprised if I start making mistakes." Marko murmured, illiciting a loud laugh from you. David clapped his hands to gain your attention. "The night's still young boys, I saw we go get a little snack." He said and it was the first time that night that you actually felt hungry.
You smiled. Breaking away from the boys hold, you suddenly sprinted toward the exit. Marko let out a surprised sound, taking to chase you. "He cheated!" Paul yelled. Dwayne rolled his eyes, while David chuckled.
It was good to be alive.
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My Hero Academia x Reader Headcanons
⚡️Friendship/Dating Scenarios⚡️
Trans(FTM) Denki Kaminari X GN Reader(Platonically/Romantically)
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Platonically
You and Denki been friends ever since the first month of UA. And now..both of ya are besties.
Whenever you need him, he’ll do whatever to make you happy. Snacks, funny videos, jokes, or just anything..and you’re always there for him.
So when the time comes for him to tell you that he’s trans..man, he tries to hide his nervous, but his quirk would leave a spark or two whenever he tries to bring it up. He knows you wouldn’t reject him being trans, but damn, he was nervous.
It only took a while before you noticed that he was nervous about something, but being the bestie you are, you didn’t want to push him. Soon when he did tell you, after class, he’s very relief and very happy that you support him.(Plz respect and support everyone in the LGBTQIA+)
When you two go shopping with the rest of 1A. Y’all would go to the boys’ clothing area and would get him clothes to make him feel more a boy and you secretly buy him a small trans flag and a trans pin which he LOVES when you give it to him.
You two always have each other’s backs..and I mean like BIG times. Neither of you will hesitate to use your quirks to protect each other..ok..maybe you guys will, but that besides my point. And before you ask. You’re the first one he told that he’s trans cause he trust you the most
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Romantically
He first got his eyes on you during the third round of the sport festivals. And he haven’t stop falling in love with you since.
And you haven’t stop falling in love with him since the USJ incident. Sure, he doesn’t have much brain cells, but he’s funny and always there to cheer you up..and that’s what matter to you.
He asked you out during Christmas Break and you both share a kiss on New Years Day. Ever since that..you two start dating..course, the Bakusquad(expect for Bakugo) bet who would asked who out first.
You guys keep dating for a few months..and that when Denki finally decide to come out to you. Course, he was very nervous since he wasn’t sure if you’re gonna leave him after he comes out.
But once he does, boy, he was wrong. You support the pikachu boi and give him endless amount of hugs and kisses and MAN, WAS HE RELIEF!!
So when it’s time for his birthday or pride month..or just any random days. You would give him any trans stuff that you can get and a mug saying “I love my BOY” and whenever he feel insurance about himself..you shall give him kisses and cuddles.
He is so glad that you support him and respect him for being trans. And when he decide to come out to the squad, you were by his side and rubbing his hand. Course, you’re the first one to know he’s trans before he told the Bakusquad.
Overall. Platonic or Romance. He’s always there for you and he’s happy that you’re there for him. That’s something he would never forget..even if he have a small brain cell..he would never forget the strong bond and the support.
(I hope you enjoy this. And plz now that I do headcanon Denki as a Trans Boy so plz don’t come at me for that.)
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dusty-innit · 11 months
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Wholesome teases, nicknames, an sillyness in frenship, that mean A LOT to me but can't admit it:
(t-word edition!)
“I would call ya giggler, but we both know yur more like a gigglee…” (SO SMART BUT SO- MMMHHH 😖)
“M gonna getchaaaa!~” (meanie not sayin this enough 😠)
“Both haaannddsss~” (ESCAPE MODE ACTIVATED)
“Coochiecoochiecoooo!!!” (Slippin, slippin, slIPPIN!!)
“ ..Sorry, was i.. ticklin you!?” (in the baby talk voice tooooo, am alreday meltin)
“Hiiii Gigggllleeesss!~” (thank God for tumblr an my amazin dino boy 🦖.. even tho it’s NoT mY nAmEee, stupid nickname- I lov- HATE it)
“Yur adorable-“ (🫠 nuh-uh!)
“The chikin goes…” 🐓🦆🦃 (i was so confused when it firs happened, but i love an miss this so much)
“Puupppyyy, good puppy!!~” “She’s practically my little sister” (curls up in a ball, these make me so happyfull!! 🐕😋)
“3…” (..uh oh)
“2-“ (here it comes..)
“1..!” (cue me gettin to it firs, hehe!)
“i can make it feel better-“ (plz ❤️‍🩹)
“Challenge accepted!-“ (..oh)
“dun dun… dun dun…. dun dun dun dun.. dun dun dun dun- ..dunnnnnnnnnnnnn!” (Sharky, circlin around me like a sharkyyy 🦈)
“i happen to know a weakness of yurs~” (🤫)
“do i need to tickle you?” (MOST DEFINITELY YES)
“c’mere” (jus a hug right? ..Awh :< uH I mean, GOOD 🫂)
“do you wan the rules to be the same like before?” (cant remember how ya worded it but yesyesyesyesyesyes!!!)
“Aaawh, you embarrassed? All flustered an flutteryyy??~” (absolutely not💗🦋)
“..an guess wat? m the tickle monster..”(CRUMBLES- SINCE WHEN?! YUR THE VILLIAN, MEMBER??)
“Anticipation!” (EEP)
“This must take a lot of self control for you right now..” (not at all, want do ya meeaaannn 😵‍💫)
“I like makin ya happy” (🫶 💜)
“Yur gonna be so itchy after this-“ (WELL NOW THAT YOU SAID IT)
“Wats this button doo?” (not the dAnGeR zOnE, nuuuu!)
“PoCkEtTsSss!!”
“Ya said you weren't ticklish here, member?” (M NOT, ITS A REFLEX)
Me when he used to snap his fingies: “Eh, this is fine”
Me realizin there's a purpose now of: (snaps fingers and ups your level of ticklishness by 100) “..oh no” (YAYYYYY)
“Wat happens if i doonnttt?”
“Ooo, wats this!?” (deflection!)
“Watcha gonna do bout it? >:3”
“..jus tense, stressed- that’s all” (i despise massages an scratchies an pat pats, they feel so good thoooo ^~^)
“STAY FAR AWAY FROM ME-“ (🙈 AAAAHHH)
“Am i botherin you? Is this a nerve??” (snarky cuz it’s the only hints i can give ;w;)
“Evil, very very evil- STAHP DOIN THAT!”
“This doesn’t do anyth- ..oki”
“M not even- that… thing”
“tables hav turned, hehe!!” (ruthlessly- but not painfully, targets yur neck 🐢)
“REVENGE!!” (Hero time!!!)
”yur too weak” “m not scared of you!” (HOW ARE YOU NOT GETTIN THE HINTS >:p)
”this is mine now-“ (CMON BRO, it’s very obvious wat. m. doin)
“TAG, yur it!” (Chase chase chASE CHASEEE❣️)
“Don’t even think about it-“ (🥺 pwease do think about it)
“YOU SAID THE WORD-“
“Ooooo, exposure-”
“FlaiLeR >:D”
“..darn, got last place again? Oh well-“ (😇)
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pandorkful · 2 years
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Always fun to play around with new image AI thingies. Ok Dall-E mini, SHOW ME MY BOY.
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....this is not my boy.
Fine, I shall describe him to you. (this got very, VERY long lol, so click the readmore.)
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No, that’s just Sephiroth. What part of “elf” do you not understand. Listen up, you stupid robot--
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Ok, I see a couple attempts at elf ears, but this is still blatantly Sephiroth.
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Hmm. Closer, but the purple is too dark and you clearly don’t understand what I meant by “red eyes”...
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Oh, some of these are cute... but I didn’t mean Irises the flower, lol.
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Hrmmmmmm... y’know what, just forget about the eyes. Clearly that’s too much detail for you.
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Close, but you’re kinda forgetting the ears again.
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I’ll accept these, thank you Dall-E mini. Now let’s see if we can get Dyne in the mix...
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Wow, the top left is really close! But where’s the Dyne I ordered??
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.....Where’s Dyne. I need you to show me my boys, plz.
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*sigh* Ok let me rephrase this...
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....Hrm.
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You keep trying to just hand me Ghaleon/Ghaleon and it’s weird. I’ll try rephrasing one more time...
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Hrmmm getting closer, needs rephrasing...
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Eh...
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Hrmmm...
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oh hey a couple of these are getting close... what if I flip the descriptions around...
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Whoa, describing Dyne first gives better results XD I had to give up on the beard, it didn’t understand that at all.
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Okay whatever, good enough.  You keep leaving out the elf ears, but detail isn’t your strong point is it. Let’s make this really Lunar now, tho...
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Ok these are cute, thanks, but where’s the planet I ordered??
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.....that’s a moon, not a planet. *sigh* Ok, my fault, I confused you by mentioning the moon.
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Closer....
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Pretty close, but I’m missing that purple...
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But now you’re back to ghal/ghal XD
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Loving these backgrounds, but I feel like you’re ignoring my character descriptions...
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yeah you’re just making stuff up on your own now. >:( Moving the background description to the end again...
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getting back to closer what i want, but now the backgrounds suck XD
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removing the bg description entirely gets the characters back to what I want-ish...
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putting the bg description at the very beginning gives me bad YA book covers that all but ignore my character descriptions :P
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Yeah for some reason the background makes it hard for Dall-E mini to pay attention to the character descriptions.
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Hrm, great backgrounds but jumbled characteristics...
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This time the bg description survived getting swapped to the end, character descriptors are almost being followed...
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I wanted more purple, these are getting better
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I switched from “dress” to “robes” earlier cuz Dall-E seems to think dress = boobs half the time, but these robes are too robe-y...
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yeah too robe-y, let’s mix this up with “gown” next...
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Ehhhh let’s try dress again.
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Well...
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Hrmmmm...
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Frock seems to get us out of the modern clothing streak, yes.
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Hum hum...
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ooooohh, swapping out “anime” for “fantasy” gives some really interesting results!
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fantasy + anime = i don’t like it as much.
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fantasy + videogame = interesting...
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fantasy + game + Oh I like these... maybe some flowers would be nice...
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I asked for flowers, not 3somes lmao
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I don’t see any irises but I really like these
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Just fantasy garden... not as good. But still interesting.
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fantasy + anime + garden = hmmmm just kinda ignoring half my character descriptions again.
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just anime + garden... ehhhhh...
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no genre, interestingggg
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embracing instead of hugging, these are sweet
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put fantasy back in
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put game back in
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put anime in
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“painting of” improves every prompt
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took out anime and game. oof how many hours have i killed playing around with this thing?
okay one last prompt then I’m DONE
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Oh, a couple of these are almost close. But I’m still not convinced Dall-E knows what I’m asking for.
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yeah, it super doesn’t. sir, these are pokemans.
Final Thoughts: Dall-E Mini is fun enough, but I’m not really impressed. It feels exactly the same as that other image AI from several months ago that I’ve completely forgotten the name of lol. The only improvement over that one is Dall-E generates 9 images instead of 1.
Looking at other people’s results, I’d probably be more impressed if I liked more popular things, lmao.
Dall-E 2 looks impressive, and when that becomes publicly mess-around-able I’ll probably mess around with it. But I’m not holding my breath for it to be able to generate anything I actually want without having to write a novella in the prompt bar. :P
All that said, most of these I made tonight did manage to make at least one image each that I’d kinda like to take into Clip Studio and turn into a finished artwork... Hmm.
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