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clove-pinks · 2 years

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A series of 8 tweets on the experience of being autistic and ADHD (AuDHD) by @pot8um on twitter, image descriptions below cut.

I saved these shortly after being dx + medicated with ADHD last year. It was the first time I began to seriously consider the possibility that I was also autistic. 1/8

AuDHD is a constant tug-of-war— contradictions that exist simultaneously that I feel equally strongly about.

[image description: Two-column text inside orange arrows on left, and blue arrows on right. Title “What ADHD & autism feel like…” L column is ADHD; R column is autism. 1st row, L text: “Making spontaneous plans”, R text: “Getting very upset if those plans are interrupted” 2nd row, L text: “Struggling to organize”, R text: “Having a strong need for order”. By @autistic.qualia]

Each of these are so familiar to me, but I could never articulate my experiences with the right language. Also, if you don’t know what you’re experiencing is AuDHD, you don’t know what questions to ask. You didn’t know you were even supposed to *have* questions! 2/8

[image description: Two-column text inside orange arrows on left, and blue arrows on right. Title “What ADHD & autism feel like…” L column is ADHD; R column is autism. 1st row, L text: “Impulsively making purchases for a new hyperfixation”, R text: “Hyperfocus on researching the products” 2nd row, L text: “Struggling to be on time”, R text: “Upset when others are a few minutes late”. by @autistic.qualia]

I have phases of hyperfixation with certain things, and lifelong interest in others. Successfully executed plans / tasks is always my goal. (The perfectionism is too real.) I always get frustrated when I inevitably miss steps, regardless of my attention to detail. 3/8

[image description: Two-column text inside orange arrows on left, and blue arrows on right. Title “What ADHD & autism feel like…” L column is ADHD; R column is autism. 1st row, L text: “Hyperfixating on a wide variety of topics”, R text: “Also having long term special interests” 2nd row, L text: “Forgetting steps in plans”, R text: “Needing plans to execute perfectly”. by @autistic.qualia]

I *love* trying new foods… until it’s a bad experience, then I clam up and am reluctant to try again. When it comes to food, consistency is vital to me. My brain is far more active than I have spoons for. Most of my ideas strike when I’m freshly overloaded and spoonless. 4/8

[image description: Two-column text inside orange arrows on left, and blue arrows on right. Title “What ADHD & autism feel like…” L column is ADHD; R column is autism. 1st row, L text: “Enticed by novel foods”, R text: “Hypercritical of food taste and texture” 2nd row, L text: “Wanting new experiences”, R text: “Wanting to stick to what I know I like”. by @autistic.qualia]

I tend to hyperfixate on things that aren’t central to the task at hand. (I don’t want to say “on the ‘wrong’ thing” because I’m on my self-compassion shit ) Discovering my neurodivergence during the pandemic was surreal. Severe boredom, severe overload, severe whiplash. 5/8

[image description: Two-column text inside arrows. Title “What ADHD & autism feel like…” L column is ADHD; R column is autism. 1st row, orange arrow, L text: “Misses details and makes mistakes on boring topics”, blue arrow, R text: “Notices small details and points out others’ mistakes”. 2nd row, purple arrow, L text: “Becoming easily understimulated”; Yellow arrow, R text: “Becoming easily overstimulated”. by @autistic.qualia]

Overthinking the stages of your emotional dysregulation is its own personal hell. When I’m lowest on spoons, I tend to ruminate the most. My thirst for knowledge is met by my shoddy working memory. I try recalling a fact that *I know* I read up on. Can’t. Frustration ensues. 6/8

[image description: Two-column text inside arrows. Title “What ADHD & autism feel like…” L column is ADHD; R column is autism. 1st row, purple arrow, L text: “Struggling from emotional dysregulation”. Blue arrow, R text: “Being a logical and analytical thinker”. 2nd row, orange arrow, L text: “Struggling to retain information”; Yellow arrow, R text: “Wanting to learn everything”. by @autistic.qualia]

It’s hard for me to Start the Thing. Once I start, I NEED to ride that wave! If I’m taken out of the moment, idk when I’ll be able to start back up. If I don’t say what I’m thinking *while* I’m thinking it, it’ll be forever lost. (Trying my best to work on this. It’s hard!) 7/8

[image description: Two-column text inside purple and yellow arrows. Title “What ADHD & autism feel like…” L column is ADHD; R column is autism. 1st row, L text: “Having difficulty sitting still”, R text: “Hypersensitive to other people fidgeting”. 2nd row, L text: “Interrupting others when they are busy”; R text: “Hate being bothered while in hyperfocus”. by @autistic.qualia]

Please note: • These traits are infinitely more nuanced than a few tweets can possibly cover. • I do not speak for the entire autistic community. From @autisticqualia on IG, an outstanding AuDHD awareness account.

[image descriptions: a box of text at left reads “Having both ADHD & autism can sometimes feel like there are contradicting forces within you. Traits that seem incompatible on the surface can exist in the same person.” A box of text at right reads “Everyone with ADHD & autism is different. These are the contradicting traits that I personally experience as someone with both ADHD and autism.”]

It's uncommon for me to see someone discussing the experience of being both austistic and ADHD, and this was articulated so well, I feel like it also describes my experiences. (The author is also an advocate for late diagnosis AuDHD adults, who has shared her experiences about working with dismissive, misogynist doctors.)

Bearing in mind that every individual is different, as noted by the tweet author, I feel like I am more autistic than I am ADHD, despite my ADHD diagnosis (and these two developmental disorders have many overlapping traits, of course).

I have never, ever understood the experience of "ADHD boredom" that I have seen some people describe. I am perpetually overstimulated, not understimulated, and I stuggle to process experiences and find enough time and space. Executive dysfunction also prevents me from starting/enjoying activities, as is typical with ADHD. It's not just a thing that makes it difficult to work on stressful or boring tasks; it prevents you being being able to commence fun things, like reading for enjoyment or watching a TV show you want to watch. And when I do manage to start the book/TV show, the stimulus is often overwhelming and I don't get very far.

#autism #adhd #audhd #actually autistic #actually adhd #late diagnosed autistic #late diagnosed adhd #pot8um #shaun talks #disability

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miupow · 3 months

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⭑𓂃 GETTING STONED W/ TXT .ᐟ ୭ ˚. [ HEADCANONS]

☆〜（ゝ。∂）txt x gn!reader ⋆ cw// drugs/marijuana mentions! sfw, tooth rotting fluff <𝟑 kissing, cuddling, implied established relationships

⤷ what i imagine it's like smoking with the boys . . .

연준 YEONJUN

i imagine him high is a lot like him drunk lol

soft, sleepy, cuddly and just the biggest baby whining that he wants kisses now

likes using your lap as a pillow for his head, the type to nuzzle his face in your belly and wrap his arms tight around you-- won't you play with his hair? tell him what an amazingwonderfulhandsome boyfriend he is?

tries very hard not to fall asleep on you but fails every time

pls take care of him :(

finds the other boys annoying when they're high lol but still does it with them because they're his baby brothers and he loves them no matter how much they piss him off <33

cannot smoke without you because he'd spend the entire sesh going "where's my baby?? i wanna see my baby, i miss them so much :(("

수빈 SOOBIN ⭑𓂃

the kind to just stare blankly at the wall for hours

"bin, you okay?" "uh huh..."

probably gets sensory overload easily, don’t have too much going on at once or he’ll get a headache :<

soogyu is my dream blunt rotation im gonna be honest they're so fucking funny they just be sayin shit

high bin says the some of funniest things you've ever heard in your life but he has no idea he's even being funny

"why are you laughing at me??? :(("

gasps when you tell him you love him even though you tell him every day

“REALLY??? I LOVE YOU TOO!!!”

will get into the dumbest arguments, especially with gyu?? “what do you think would happen if you put a werewolf on the moon…” “what the hell is wrong with you??”

“no, dumbass, that’s not even how ufos work. look it up.”

범규 BEOMGYU ⭑𓂃

true delulu headcanon time here but hear me out okay

he's so crazy adhd brain high energy when he's sober but i feel like when he's stoned he's so. chill?

put a movie on or something and he'll be quiet for hours he's just so transfixed by the moving colors and lights

just wants to cuddle with you in silence or like. talk about deep shit

you honestly kind of love it because you'll have conversations about your future and your relationship that gyu wouldn't take seriously sober

he's very upfront and straightforward with his feelings when he's stoned, which is so unlike him

says some corny shit with stars in his eyes like "i wanna spend forever with you" and then regrets it later because he sounded like a dweeb

he's so whipped for you and he can't hide it :<

let him lay on your chest, playing with his long pretty hair, calling him beomie while he looks up at you with hazy, unfocused but so in love eyes

again soogyu = dream blunt rotation gyu is so funny

“do crabs think fish are flying??” type mf i love him very much

태현 TAEHYUN ⭑𓂃

this might be an unpopular opinion but tyun is absolutely the biggest stoner out of the five of them

i feel like he would smoke to relax, not necessarily to get high-- he's on stress overdrive 24/7, especially during comeback season,, he smokes to finally make his brain go quiet for at least a night

big social smoker but also enjoys smoking alone or just with you

i see him the most like his sober self, quiet and content and not really paying much attention to anything

normally you have to fight him to get his picture taken but when he's stoned he'll just let you shove a camera in his face and you love it sm,, "tyunnie!! baby! smile!"

very content with letting you sit on his lap while he zones out, nuzzling his neck-- he loves feeling needed, loves taking care of you

thinks everyone else is very entertaining, just enjoys watching his brothers act like idiots

he's such a bottled up guy, doesn't like to show or talk about how he's feeling ;; but he'll open up easily once you get him loosened up

휴닝카이 HUENING KAI ⭑𓂃

i want to smoke with this boy so bad. it's not even funny.

he's so cuddly and sweet and giggly,,, i lob him,,

he gets too out of it to kiss you so he makes your plushies kiss eachother instead hehe

kiss his freckles :< just give him so many smooches all over his face while he laughs that it tickles

spooning is a need not a want. he'd rest his chin on the top of your head and hold you soso close while you lay on his bed watching a movie ;;

like soobin he probably gets overstimulated easily,, he needs the lights off and he likes when you wear soft/fuzzy clothes,, ur his plushie now :<

will not let you get up for anything at all. will literally follow you to the bathroom and wait outside of the door like a puppy

SOOO much skinship he needs to touch and be touched so badly

goes totally nonverbal when he's stoned. will not say a word for hours

TUMMY RUBS also lays his head on your belly ;;

thinks literally everything is funny. show him a picture of like. a horse and he'd laugh at it

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yurinaa-world · 14 hours

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Can I request Jing Yuan, Dan Heng and Sundy with an anxious!cozy!s/o who secretly terrifyingly observant and calculating? ((👁-👁) level ie. looking deep into your soul level observant.)

At times it slips (ex. Admitting to being obsessed with complex puzzles that most people can't even fathom or subtly tipping them about someone's intention before the boys pick up on it) reader panics a bit.

Reader is conflicted because on onehand, they know whats going on and they wont get tricked easily BUT they hate how they know too much at times. Thus fuels their anxiety.

They either have to isolate themselves for a while or wear cozy oversized garmets as comfort (aka all the time)

Characters: Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, & Sunday x Gender-neutral reader

Synopsis: with anxious and cozy reader

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

Over time he’s picked up more details on your behaviour, you're so observant to the point you don’t realize that your face says what you're thinking. Just in the middle of a conversation with you, he can see how you look around taking in everything around as if you were a cute detective.

He doesn’t mind that you want to be alone or that you just want to sit in silence, seeing You'll get overloaded and get a headache. He does worry you end up staying up late and being lost in thoughts, forgetting that it’s already 3:00 am. (He might just grab you, cover your eyes and force you to bed to get a good night's sleep).

He finds your cute oversized clothes then formal (because you like to look so comfortable in them), your hair is all messy, your tired voice, sometimes the shirt is off one of your shoulders because it is way too oversized for you but it’s still comfortable.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“What might my dear be thinking about instead of sleeping?”

You don’t even realize that he’s there until he wraps his arm around you and pulls you against his side. “I can’t sleep, I'm thinking about something.” You turn towards him and find him already looking at you with a look that’s both gentle and tender.

You feel like something is wrong, squinting your eyes at himâ€”you just have that weird gut feelingâ€”looking around his body to find ‘something’ you are not sure what it is until you look at his shoulderâ€”it looks way too stiff than usual, your hand grabbing his shoulder a bit roughly only to hear him let out a small groan.

“Did you get hurt?” You ask softly, letting go of the shoulder in an instant, looking at him worriedly, “Can't let anything escape your gaze?” He smiles slightly though, leaning forward and kissing the side of your head lightly before you cover his mouth with your hand, frowning on your face.

“Are you sure you’re fine?” You ask again, this time more serious than earlier. He shakes his head and kisses your hand once before removing it from his mouth. “I promise that I’m alright.” He says in a soft voice, caressing your cheek. This makes you look away shyly, the warmth spreading across your cheeks.

“it’s time for you to go to bed.” “I don’t need you telling me that-“ he grabs you and pulls you close into him, shoving your face in his chest so you couldn’t see anything “Sleep.”

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

He’s amazed by how you still remember the small details in a conversation that even he can’t remember. He thought at first you were like him, observant, and quiet but you surpassed and beyond everything you expected from him.

You spend most of your time in his room and not your own, not that he doesn’t mind at all but just looking over from his books to see you looking around his room trying to see small details while messing with a complicated puzzle in your hands.

He takes you away to calm you down when you’re in a conversation to hear what you want to sayâ€”that face you had, eyes wide and slightly nervous while looking at your nails and back at the person. (he got you out of that conversation so quickly)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Looking down on your puzzle with your brain bustling with ideas and taking notes of small details around his room that usually aren't noticed (and you might also be watching him read one of his books and might have been staring for too long that you locked eyes by accident and looked away). Quickly shifting the pieces of the puzzle when you get caught yet neither of you say anything, that doesn't stop you from gazing at him from the top of your eye.

"Dan Heng why are you reading that book when you already finished it?" you asked softly/ "It's a well-written book with good character development and story building." "Is it that good that I want to read for the 3rd time?" he responded while looking up from his book to look at you. "you just said it was only the 3rd time so I'd assume it is still good enough to read again."

"But Dan Heng don't you ever want to read new things?." you understand everything and why people do it but you're just curious about what a person thinks of what they're doing and the reasons for their actions. He doesn't mind asking him questions and he'll answer each one with the best of his abilities.

“Sometimes people like to reread things because they don’t want something to end.”

“Oh is that what you're doing?â€”oddly enough you always are in that spot specifically while reading that same book.” You say before murmuring another part. “You always remember everything don’t you.”

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎

You’re just like him. He doesn’t expect anything less from his soulmate, it’s as if you were hand-made for each other. Your mind is so calculating and observant, the dream you are. He’ll adore you, he’ll tease you, smile with you, he’ll experience everything with you.

He raves about the small cute glances you do when you think he doesn’t notice or when you take your eyes off from whatever you might be doing just to look at him working. He can feel your loving gaze before you go back to whatever you might be doing. (He might just confront you and see your embarrassed expression)

Don’t worry about anything, not even the person you’re warning him about, he’s already dealt with long before you got the chance to tell him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Sunday aren’t you worried?”

You don’t understand how he’s never worried about anything, just so calm even when you're alone with each other. “what would I be worried about my dear?” you feel him taking into your heart, arms around your shoulder, your back pressed against his chest.

“Didn’t you see how suspicious they were acting?” you say with hesitation in your tone, your fingers tightening onto the fabric of his shirt. you feel him nod as a response from behind you.

“I know something’s up, I feel it in my gutâ€¦I just wanted to warn you”. you mumble the last sentence, turning to face him, he looks down, and his hand goes to the side of your cheek already making you feel comfortable.

“No need to worry yourself over me,” he leans down and kisses you on the cheek, smiling sweetly at you, a warm feeling spreads through your chest.

“I've already dealt with everything.”

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peachywritesstuff · 1 year

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Charlie Walker relationship Headcannons

An: I'm obsessed with Rory. That is where my loyalties lie.

This has she/her pronouns in it btw(only once tho)

He is your Gomez Addams

"Look at her. I would die for her,I would kill for her."

That is him talking about you.

Dude will literally murder someone for you.

He is the type of person to just have the biggest crush on someone and not say anything for a VERY long time.

Won't catch him confessing his feelings for you. You would be the one to have to make the move.

I don't think this would he his first relationship but his first serious one.

Dude will only have eyes for you.

Would by shy at the beginning of your relationship and be cutely awkward with you.

Movie dates 100%

Loves just staring you

Likes to rant on about horror movies and will blush when he catches himself ranting.

Not to much pda for him. Holding hands, pecks,and kissing cheeks is all I see him doing in public.

In private however...

Man's is very affectionate.

Would be the first to say I love you.

Will have a nice lil makeout but he would be redder than a cherry afterwards.

I think we all know that he is inexperienced

But here me out... he would be natural at EVERYTHING.

Will go into cardiac arrest if he sees you naked.

Brain overload. He will not know what to do.

A part of him wants to look away like a gentleman but another part of him wants to just stare.

Likes when you play with his hair.

You would definitely NOT be killed and will make it known to Jill that if she puts one single scratch on you that he will kill her.

And Jill knows damn well to not hurt you unless she wants to face Charlie's wrath.

I mean Jill saw what he did to Olivia,that could easily be her if she didn't keep her word of keeping her hands off you.

I don't even think he would want Jill to give you any calls.

Like he wanted you completely out of it.

(Lets pretend Jill didn't kill him okay?)

He is definitely two faced and takes on a whole persona when he is under the Ghostface mask.

If he does so happen to come across you during his killings then he would let you get away without making it look like he is doing that if that makes sense.

He a lil crazy,but I think we all knew that by now. He is our little psychotic bby.

soft yandere vibes

He is a lil bit toxic (just a wee bit)

When it is revealed he is the killer you just broke down crying cuz you were angry and sad that the boy you loved so dearly was a murderer.

If you caught him in the middle of an act you would not want him to touch you. At all.

He could start crying when you backed away from him

He can't just kill you when you figure out his identity he fucking loves you

He'd let you go and not go after you.

(Sorry Jill lover's but let's pretend he got away with it and Jill got caught and died for fanfiction purposes)

Since he got away with it he woke up in the hospital with a stab wound close to his heart. Jill was revealed as the murderer.

You were still in shock and did not say anything. Partially out of fear.

You didn't talk to him for weeks. Hell probably even months after.

You knew you should turn him in but you didn't.

When you do talk to him again it's the same awkward Charlie you know who was still in love with you(are we surprised??)

It took a looooong time to trust him again.

You felt like you had been lied too.

After getting away with the murders Charlie was never going to kill again.

Keyword: Was.

When you began to get calls from the new Ghostface/s he just had to get out of retirement and handle the shit.

If there is 2,he could play it smart and might kill both of them. Or kill one and Injure the other.

You didn't have to know this. No one did.

Charlie learned that some things were better left unsaid.

And he be damned if he lost you again

I guess old habits die hard huh?

#charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #rory culkin #scream 4 #ghostface

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discordantwritings · 6 months

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Training, Interrupted- Dracule Mihawk x Reader

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS, afab! reader (no gendered terms), PiV sex, mentor/ mentee relationship, not beta read

Summary: You’ve been thinking about your mentor too much. In ways you shouldn’t be thinking about your mentor. It was stupid of you to think your ogling went unnoticed, wasn’t it.

Word Count: 2.6k

Note: I’m a sucker for surprisingly slow and romantic Mihawk ok

It remained a mystery to you how you even got taken in under Dracule Mihawk’s wing. You think he must have been really drunk the night he saw you scrapping in a back alley and promised to show you how to dial your natural talent into precise skill- and then the morning after was too proud or stubborn to take that promise back.

But here you still were, months later and living in his castle, training day in and day out. Constantly exhausted, beaten, and bruised you sometimes wondered why you stayed. And then Mihawk would give you an approving nod or slight praise and- yeah- you were in love with him.

He was effortlessly powerful, a refined pirate, and, of course, incredibly hot. And you had to suffer through the man walking around constantly with his unbuttoned. It was a hell of your own choosing though, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

But sometimes you got frustrated. And by sometimes you mean all the time. Frustrated with your training, frustrated with Mihawk, and worst of all, sexually frustrated. Every day you would end your training with a duel with Mihawk and every day you would end up panting, sweaty on the ground with your mentor standing over you, pointing Yoru at your throat. Every night you shamefully muffled your cries into your pillow as you cum on your fingers to that exact image. It was never quite enough though and you always fell asleep unsatisfied.

It was hard not to think about in the mornings, sitting at his ridiculously long dining room table as you ate breakfast together and talked over your training for the day. You focused all your energy on your toast as he went through what you were expected to do today in the hopes that his keen observation skills can’t detect that you’re still worked up from the night before.

“I don’t like to repeat myself.” The sharp sound of Mihawk’s displeased voice cut through your thoughts and you realized that in your focus you had totally blocked him out.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry.” You don’t look him in the eyes, embarrassment burning up your skin.

“Work on fixing your sleep schedule, you’re never present in the mornings.” He says as he stands up, walking behind your chair as he passes to the kitchen. “Or I will have to work you until you pass out.”

You barely hold yourself together until you hear the door to the dining room shut and you practically collapse onto the table. The mixture of shame from not paying attention and the lust how your dirty minded twisted his last statement overloaded your brain. Not to mention you don’t even know what your training routine is supposed to be today. You’re screwed.

In an effort to not be kicked off the island you ran yourself through the hardest training regimens you could think of. So much so that you could barely drag yourself to the room where you did you nightly duel with Mihawk. However much your body (and your mind) protested you made it right on time.

“I see you figured out what to do with yourself today.” Mihawk was already in the room, Yoru in hand.

“I did what you wanted me to do.” You brought up your sword, knowing he wouldn’t want to waste any time.

“And how could you be so sure.” It takes him no effort to close the distance between you two, Yoru swinging down fast. You manage a weak block, having to side step to avoid taking a hit.

“I’m sorry.” You swing into Mohawk’s side but in a flash Yoru is there, easily parrying your blade.

“You keep saying that and yet-“ Yoru sweeps up and binds your blade and with a shove your grip, weak from heavy training, gives. “Your behavior isn’t fixed.”

Your eyes dart from him to your sword on the ground and you decide to make a lunge for it but your move is easily predicted. A quick foot slides under yours and kicks, sending you clattering to the ground. Mihawk lazily walks over you, Yoru’s tip drifting to your throat.

“You’re constantly distracted. What am I to think? Because I’m not sure how much you want this.” Normally he’s walked away at this point and left you to your defeat, but now he is still bearing over you.

“I want this. More than anything.” You plead from the ground.

“More than anything?” Mihawk retracts Yoru, swinging it over his shoulder. In a move that surprises you he goes down on one knee next to you, staring intently. As much as you want to break eye contact you can’t, his bright ringed eyes hypnotizing you. “I certainly don’t believe that.”

“W-what do you mean?” You manage to choke out, feeling cornered despite being in the middle of the room.

“I know you don’t think I’m stupid.” His head tilts slightly “I see how you look at me.”

Oh, you’re done for. You know you’re bright red from embarrassment and all you can do is finally lower your gaze in shame. “I’m sorr-“

You’re cut off by Mihawk’s pointer finger being brought under your chin and pulling it up, forcing you to look at him once again. “Do I need to keep telling you not to say you’re sorry?”

The small move has you biting back a whimper. “No sir.”

“Good.” You see his gaze flick over your form for a second before returning to stare into your eyes. “I’ve also heard you, you know. Late at night.”

You feeling like you’re going to burn up under his gaze and words. You go to apologize but manage to switch up your words before he tells you off again. “I can leave. I’ll be gone before dark.”

“Why would I want that?” His thumb goes over your chin and using his two fingers he drags your face closer to his. “I was enjoying watching you squirm but it’s clear you’ve grown distracted. We can’t have that can we?”

You’re not sure what’s happening right now is real, because it could have been ripped straight from one of your masturbatory fantasies. You try to nod your head but his two finger grip is surprisingly firm.

“I’ll need you to use your words darling.”

Practically melting at the pet name you manage to squeak out a “yes.”

“Good.” And just like that his hand is gone and he’s standing up over you. He reaches a hand down for you though, and you take it before you can overthink the situation.

“Do I- I mean should we-“ You stumble over your words now face to face with him.

“How about I meet you in your room in a half hour.” You think you see the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“Yeah. Yes. Yes sir.” You’re not sure if you can actually manage to wait that long but you’re at least grateful for the chance to run through the shower first.

“Perfect.” You expect him to leave immediately but he surprises you by snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your faces are so close you can feel your nose brush against his and you hold your breath.

“Can I kiss you?” Mihawk asks at a whisper.

Having lost the ability to speak you instead bring your lips to his in answer. Mohawk’s hand at your waist grips tightly as he quickly dominates the kiss. But just as fast as it started it ended with Mihawk pulling away and striding out the door, leaving you standing breathless.

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You took the quickest shower of your life, leaving you with just enough time to overthink what you were going to wear. Clothes? Stay in your towel? Nothing? You groaned as you rifled through your closet before finding a basic robe. You throw on the middle ground of clothing and run to your bed, unsure of how much time you have left. Seating yourself on the large bed you face the door, doing your best to slow your breathing down. This was real. This was happening.

Before you could think too much a knock echoed through your room. Taking only a moment to collect yourself you call out that he can come in.

Mihawk opens the door and walks in, shutting the door behind him without taking his eyes off of you. Yoru and his coat are missing, it’s almost like you’re already seeing him naked. He wastes no time and strides over to you, hands immediately going to the tie of your robe.

“Wrapped yourself up for me?” He smirks, hands not untying the knot yet.

You nod, already flushing under his gaze.

His fingers dig their way into the knot and start to pull but before it comes undone he stops and leans in closer. “I want you to be sure about this. If you don’t want this we can pretend this never happened.”

“No!” You say a bit too loud. “I mean- please, I want this.”

“Perfect.” In a flash your robe is untied and his hands are on your skin, grabbing at your waist and pulling you to him. He captures your lips in a searing kiss and you can’t help but be swept away. Your mind goes blank as you feel his hands run down to your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin.

His mouth moves down to your neck and you shudder as he bites down, marking you. While he runs his tongue over the fresh mark one hand leaves your hip and travels inwards, skating over your mound.

“Tell me,” he whispers into your neck, “what do you think about when you’re moaning to yourself late at night.”

“I-“ Your words catch in your throat as his fingers ghost over your folds. “You.”

He chuckles as his hand stills. “Come on now be more specific.”

You groan in frustration, his fingers so close to where you need them to be. “Your fingers. Your hands. Anything you’d give me really.”

The answer seems to satisfy him as you feel his fingers push past your folds and gently enter you. You bite the inside of your cheek to stifle the noise but Mihawk notices and bites down again, this time on your shoulder.

“Don’t hide your voice from me darling, I want to hear you.” Two fingers curl inside you and your mouth falls open in a moan. You don’t try and hide it this time and are rewarded with Mihawk’s thumb gently circling your clit. As his fingers work inside you his mouth travels back up your neck, eventually recapturing your mouth in a kiss. He’s more relaxed this time, lazily swallowing your moans as you get closer and closer to the edge.

You pull back and press your forehead to his. “I’m close.”

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth as he adds a third finger and precisely angles his fingers to hit that delicate spot inside you.

“Cum for me.” The gentle command sends you over the edge, white hot pleasure racking over your body.

You barely register him pulling his fingers out but you see when he backs up a fraction, pulling his fingers up to his mouth. Dazed, you watch him lick your slick off of his fingers one by one.

“I’ll have to have a proper taste next time.” He stands up and takes off his shirt and you prop yourself up to get a proper look. You’ve seen him shirtless before but as he reaches for his belt you can’t wait to get the full picture. In a bold move you lean forward and replace his hands with your own on his belt, opening it and quickly going to unbutton his pants.

“Eager, aren’t we?” You glance up and see a smirk but it’s quickly chased away as you slip your hand down the front of his pants. Both of you gasp when you make contact with the large bulge underneath and you lightly palm him through his boxers. You swell a bit with pride knowing that you’ve effected him like this.

After one long drag your hand comes back out as you yank his pants and underwear down. His cock springs free, his tip red and leaking. You look up innocently as your hand gently wraps around it and you tug experimentally. You’re rewarded with a small gasp but before you can go any further he pushes you back into the bed.

“Some other time I’ll let you suck my cock but right now-“ He climbs over you on the bed, sitting back slightly so he line himself up with your entrance. “I need to be inside of you.”

You shiver as you feel the head of his dick slide over your folds. He braces himself over you, one hand coming up to your face and brushing away some hair. The unexpectedly soft gesture made you relax and you leaned up and kissed him. Your arms snake around the back of his neck and you hold him close as he slowly enters you.

The stretch is almost painful and your fingers dig into his back as he slowly continues to push into you. You feel like it takes an eternity but he finally stills, his hips flush with yours. Mihawk pauses, letting you adjust to his size.

“You take me so well darling.” He breaths into your ear before slowly moving out and then back in. You press your face into his neck as you let out a loud moan, overwhelmed by the drag of his cock inside you.

Mihawk is in no rush, continuing his languid pace and whispering praises in your ear. You give up all control, letting Mihawk use you as he pleases, enjoying the way pleasure chases out any other thoughts in your head.

You’re snapped back into the moment after who knows how long when Mihawk slides a hand between the two of you and his skilled fingers start working at your clit.

“I want to feel you fall apart around me.” He nips at your ear as he starts thrusting faster.

You clench down around him and a low moan escapes him. Feeling how close you where he doubles his efforts and you practically scream his name.

“Can you cum for me again? I know you can, cum with me.” You can tell he’s close too, his breath is shaky in your ear.

“Yes I’m-“ is all you can manage to say before pleasure overtakes you once again and you dig your nails into Mihawk’s.

Mihawk isn’t loud as he cums but you feel him fill you up as his breathing finally slows.

He doesn’t move for a few moments, letting the two of you come back to your senses. He gently pulls out and kisses you on the forehead, leaving for the bathroom. Coming back with a washcloth he cleans you up. You honestly weren’t expecting your mentor to be this gentle or caring, but it makes your heart swell.

He pauses at the foot of your bed for a second and for the first time ever you see him hesitating.

“Don’t leave.” You plead softly with him.

You see the hesitation slide off of him as he climbs back into bed with you.

Wrapping your arms around him again you bury yourself in his side, content in his warmth. You’re not sure how your relationship is going to change after this, but when you feel his steady heartbeat you’re not worried at all.

#mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #x reader #reader insert #discordantwritings

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will-on-the-internet · 2 years

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Don't Forget It | Eddie Munson

Summary: When Eddie's head starts to fill with that self-conscious storm, he doesn't know what else to do but hide. But tonight, you're not letting him hide anymore, and you're certainly not letting him forget how much you love him, even if he thinks it's not true.

Warnings: Self-conscious Eddie, crying, swearing, angst!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This is a very angsty fic, and surprisingly it was very cathartic to write. It's not something I'd usually do, but for some reason, this idea really fits well.

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Eddie was one of the most open people you knew, and you could often read him like a book, his emotions so evident on his face. But sometimes, as easily as the wind would shift, he’d pull away, turning into himself and hiding away from you. This didn’t happen often, normally he’d be okay and tell you what was on his mind, no matter how awful or self-deprecating it was, but sometimes the storm in his head got too much, and he always wanted to protect you from the messy thoughts in his brain.

You hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks, the both of you busy with exams at different schools, conflicting work schedules and an overload of homework and extracurricular activities. But it was Saturday, and the first Saturday night of each month was date night, and so far, Eddie hadn’t called to cancel.

It was early when you got to his trailer, the sun still beaming down on you, and there were kids playing on the trailer park playground, parents calling them in for their dinner. Wayne was the one who answered the door, cigarette pinched between his lips and work uniform on, signalling he had the night shift.

Like always, Wayne greeted you with a wide smile, a quick shoulder squeeze and offered a soda from the fridge, which you’d never refuse when you knew how much he liked having visitors like you come around. Eddie wasn’t in the lounge room or kitchen, and you couldn’t hear the shower going when you moved around the small space. It was like Wayne could tell what you were wondering as he watched you, and with a gentle sigh, he leaned against the small kitchen counter.

“Eddie’s in his room, kid. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to come by tonight, I thought Eddie would have cancelled.” Wayne takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head as you give him a questioning look. “Look, it’s not been a great week for him. The record shop let him go, since they’re closing at the end of the month, his English teacher has been hard on him about some dumb essay, and you know how Eddie can be, he’d rather blow out his eardrums with music instead of talking through his issues.”

You let a sad smile slip through, knowing Wayne was correct, that Eddie wasn’t great at sharing negative emotions, no matter how much they were affecting him.

“I knew I should have called before I came over, I’ve got nothing but radio silence from Eddie these last couple of weeks, he’s probably not really wanting to go on a date tonight.” You weren’t upset. Sure, you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend, but you knew he probably needed space more than he needed a night out on the town.

“You could say hello if you wanted to. If I know anything about my nephew, it’s that his day always gets better when he sees his favourite person. Eddie’s in his bedroom working on the next D&D campaign.” Wayne crunches up his soda can then, and tosses it into the trash, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before picking up his wallet and keys. “Anyway, hang around if you want to, I’ve gotta go to work. There’s money on the bench for pizza if that takes your fancy, and really, kid, check in on Eddie, I know he’s missed having you around.” With that, Wayne’s squeezing your shoulder again, saying a gentle good night, then heading out the door and to his truck.

The trailer is silent then, and you’re all alone in the small living space. One half of you wanted to walk right out of there, get back in your car and drive home, leaving Eddie in the peace he obviously wanted, but your other half, the half that selfishly missed his company and his smile and his voice, was pulling you towards his closed bedroom door. And before you knew it, you were knocking tentatively, not wanting to wake the beast that could be lying dormant inside.

“Hey, uh, Eds. It’s me. Wayne just left for work…and I know you probably don’t feel up to going on our date tonight, and that’s absolutely fine, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay?” The only response you get is utter silence, and you sigh softly, frowning and hoping Eddie would just answer the door, give you some sort of sign of life. But still nothing, so you push on. “Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much these last couple of weeks, but I’m always here to talk if you want to…if you need to. You don’t have to lock yourself away, Eddie. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me everything, or if you just want to sit in silence together, but please understand that you’re not alone…please baby.” You pour your heart out to the closed door, but you still get nothing in response.

Giving up, and deciding that Eddie really did just want space and silence, you let your hand drop from the door and start walking away, planning to leave the small trailer and head home, trying to entertain yourself with the idea of a rented movie and maybe a takeaway. You couldn’t force Eddie to open up when he didn’t want to, or wasn’t ready, and you also knew you didn’t want to make the situation worse, but as you grabbed the handle of the front door and opened it, you heard a creaking behind you.

“I don’t deserve you.” Eddie’s in the doorway of his room, dressed in a raggedy Hellfire shirt and an old pair of sweats, hair a mess and hands marked with pen ink. He looked like he always did on a Saturday when you came over to hang out, but his eyes were red and his bottom lip was bitten and chapped. He could barely look at you when he spoke, but when you turned and looked at him, he knew you heard him.

“Hey, Eds.” You greet him softly, not wanting to startle too much when he already looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, eyes wide and everything. Eddie sniffs, and it’s clear to you then that he’s been crying, that the red eyes aren’t from smoking a blunt, but from letting tears fall while he’s alone in his room. You fight every urge to take him into your arms then, and instead fight back the sudden lump in your throat. “How are you?” You don’t know what else to say, but you do nearly mentally face palm once that question spills from your mouth.

“Oh, you know, totally normal, loving these summer days and so enjoying all the exams.” Eddie tries to joke, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, it falls flat between the two of you, a big, ugly, bitter joke that is hard to swallow and a complete lie, and Eddie looks away again, scuffing his socked feet against the worn carpet. “I’m…I’m sorry for hiding from you. I just, my head got messy and you know…nothing like a bit of peace and quiet to think through your thoughts.”

“Did the time help?” Your question is soft, and though Eddie tries to smile, a crooked thing that isn’t all that honest, you know the answer. He’s shaking his head, twisting his hands together in the way he always does when he’s nervous or can’t form the right words in his head, and then he’s looking away, and crying out.

“No…it didn’t help.” You’re crashing into him then, wrapping him tightly in your arms as he breaks down, and he doesn’t expect it, nearly fights your embrace. But then he’s sobbing, and melting into you, clinging to your hold and crying into your neck.

The two of you are on the carpet, wrapped around and providing a lifeline that you didn’t know the other one needed so bad, and all you can hear are Eddie’s gentle cries and your sniffs, trying desperately to dry your eyes.

“Why…why do you love me? How can you even stand to be anywhere near me?” Hearing those words spill from your lover's mouth has your heart breaking, and it takes everything in you not to cry in response. Eddie’s still got his face smooshed into your chest, avoiding your gaze, and the material of your shirt is damp from his tears.

“Oh, Eddie.” You don’t know how to answer him, of course, you want to spill your heart out to him, but you also know that he’s delicate right now, and you don’t want to worry him anymore. But you trudge on, and run your fingers up his back, soothing the wreck of a metal head. “I love you because you’re the strongest man I know. You’re always kind to those who deserve it, always trying to make someone’s day better when they need it, you’re funny and sweet and talented and smart and perfect for me in every way.” Eddie’s smiling slightly at your words, but you can tell it’s not the real answer he’s looking for. “Baby, why do you think I love you?”

You hoped you’d get an answer, but Eddie just shrugs, hair falling in front of his face and eyes downcast once again.

“Honestly? Half the time I don’t believe you when you say you love me. I mean, no one else has ever loved me, my uncle tolerates me, I know if I left town forever no one would miss me…” His words drifted off as you cupped his cheeks, urging the man to look up at you, thumbs moving to catch the tears that are about to fall, and you have to try with all your might not to sob when he utters his next sentence. "It's not that I'm saying I'm unlovable, just... some people have to be easier to love than others, right?"

“Is this what you’ve been worrying about these last couple of weeks? If I love you, if you deserve to be with me?” Eddie shrugs once again, and for a moment you want to shake some sense into him, scream to the world that you love him and adore him, but you know that’s the last thing that’ll work.

“You could be with someone like Steve, someone who can give you everything in every moment. Someone who’s not an emotionally constipated high school failure that the world already gave up on, some who’s not into playing games for kids or music that makes your ears want to–.” You stop him then, a hand over his mouth, and you shake your head, hurt and sadness etched on your face.

“Sweetheart, I want you to listen real close, okay? Because for once and for all I’m going to tell you something, and you need to listen, right? You hear me, Eddie?” He only nods, and you remove your hand, letting it sit against his chest, right over his heart. You take a deep breath then lean your head against his, and speak softly so that only he can hear as if it’s a little secret between the two of you. And you would scream it to the world if he needs you to, to tell it to fuck off and stop trying to destroy a man who’s just trying his best, but you’ll leave that to another time. “I love you. I love you, and not any unrealistic or nonexistent version of you. I love you for you, and all of your flaws too. Sure, sometimes you can be a total butthead, a ridiculous pain in the ass and sometimes I want to yell and scream at you, but I will always take the good and the bad days, Eddie Munson. You deserve every ounce of love I give you, and you have all my love, and will always have it. I don’t want Steve, I don’t want someone else even if you think I do or that I deserve someone else, because I will always only want you. You’re my goofy, metal head who’s the sweetest man imaginable, always knows how to make people laugh, and always, always, makes sure I know that I’m safe, I’m okay, and that you love me. And I don’t want to hear any more of you doubting yourself about it, Eddie. If you think like this again, then come to me, and I’ll tell you that I love you as many times as I need to, in fact, I won’t stop telling you until I die.”

Eddie’s smiling then, and it’s finally reaching his big brown eyes, a sight that has you falling in love all over again, and his hands are holding your waist, keeping you close to him in hopes that you’ll stay with him forever.

“I love you, Eddie Munson, and don’t you forget it.” You’re kissing him then, gentle at first until he responds, and then firm enough to make it clear that this isn’t just another dream like he’s been having these last couple of weeks. You love him, you need him and you want him, and you’re not letting him disappear without a fight.

Eddie’s breathless from the kiss by the time you’re pulling away, and he leans into your touch when your fingers card through his hair in that delicious way he loves, and finally, after his tears are dry and he’s smiling down at you, wide and bright, he’s uttering words you’ve longed to hear.

“I don’t think I could ever forget after that speech, sweetheart. And just so you know, I love you too, and I always will.” He’s kissing you now, all over your face and your neck and any skin he can reach, and you’re laughing into the space around you, a sound that’s so warm and lovely it makes his skin tingle. He’s relieved, finally out of that dark place he was for ages before, and though you both know that you’re not out of danger yet, it’s a good start.

It’s during pizza on the couch in front of some dumb movie neither of you are paying attention to, that you repeat that you love him, that you take him in your arms once again and shower him with affection. It’s not the typical Saturday night date, but you don’t care, because he’s yours, and you’re his, and you’re not going to let him forget that any time soon.

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 month

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(tw: abuse, self-harm, suicide)

to child-free anon: you are absolutely valid. my mom has a similar problem. she's great to anyone who could enact consequences on her, but she made my and my siblings' childhood a living hell. it was an incredibly toxic environment to grow up in. i was regularly hit, yelled at, and manipulated by suicide threats, etc., all because a single thing ticked off my mom. the first time i contemplated suicide, i was 9. the first time i considered about killing her, i was 13.

as a child, i was convinced that she had two separate people in her brain, and i only wanted the "nice one". overall, she was an good mom. she took me on walks, baked with me, helped me with homework, and all the things a parent would normally do. sometimes she would be giddy and playful like a kid, and other times she would beat me for writing too hard in my notebook. i was deathly scared of the other half, constantly on edge for when it would come out.

she fucked me up so bad, and i loved her the entire time, because she was the only person who ever stayed with me. i craved her approval so viscerally in everything i did, but nothing was ever enough. she wanted everything from me, and i could only give so much.

i'm absolutely terrified of turning out like her because i can recognize so many of her behaviors in me too. i get auditory overloads easily, i bottle my anger up, and i have graphic intrusive thoughts that i can't always push away or ignore. my mom used to get severe light migraines and would scream for hours on end when she had them. i always think of them whenever i get panic attacks from an overload, and how much worse i would be if i had to deal with a kid during my migraines.

i adore children, but i would break any child i had myself. my peace and quiet is one of the few things i value above all else, and if someone breaks it, i wouldn't be able to restrain myself no matter how much i loved them. i know my mom despised herself for how she treated us, but she still did it.

you're saving someone by not having kids, and you're saving yourself too. never let anyone try to convince you otherwise.

Trauma is absolutely a completely valid reason to not want children, no matter the source. Just, I think it's so much more responsible to see these kinds of things in oneself and choose to take steps to contain any possible damage that could spill over onto others than to just ignore it or think it doesn't matter.

#RayRambles #abuse #abuse mention

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I've been whacked with the valveplug stick again and I have headcannons for some of the Lost Light crew.

🔞 under cut

I'm gonna start off by simply listing the characters I know currently (I've read up to the issue where overlord first appears but have read other snippets scattered on the internet) and the list will begin with my favorites:

Rung

Definetly into BDSM

Uses interface as therapy

Despite being a fucking tiny adorable nerdy twink he knows how to work big bots

His glasses sometimes fall off during sessions and when they do he's often too blissed out or focused on the other bot to care

He is a moaner and makes all sorts of sounds that bots are obsessed with

He has tried everything and anything

He attended one of Ratchet's orgies during Ratchet's college years as a Party Ambulance

He and Froid DEFINETLY had angry interface before and you can't tell me otherwise

Rodiumus

Legit a horndog

This mf gets so worked up that throughout the day he has to step aside and take care of himself

He's a bottom who tries to play top and FAILS miserably

Drift and him are fuck buddies (you can't tell me otherwise)

He's capable of gentle and intimate interface with someone he loves, but due to his inexperience and somewhat childish attitude (not his fault I mean he's essentially a guy in his 20s) he prefers quickies over that

After interface he sometimes forgets about aftercare

Drift

Way hornier than he lets on

Loves to have his neck bitten

When he is in heat he is either gonna top every bot in his reach and make them beg through tears or he's gonna beg Ratchet with tears in his optics. I'm sorry I don't make the rules here

I think when he was a Decepticon he was Hella into knifeplay

And I mean HELLA into it

Like this bitch would pop a boner if someone licked a sword or some shit

He bottoms for Rodimus mostly but in a sort of bossy bottom sort of thing

Ultra Magnus/Minimus

This guy.... this guy may act like he's only into vanilla shit, but I fucking GUARENTEE he's a freak

He's fragged Swerve before (size kink when he's in the Magnus armor)

When he's in the Magnus armor sometimes the connections for his own spike and the armor's get wired wrong and he has to "adjust himself" (like human amabs have to do with their dicks)

Out of the Magnus armor he secretly feels extremely vulnerable and anxious when it comes to interface because of how tiny our little dill pickle is

Side note: give him a fucking HUG DAMMIT! HE NEEDS IT!

Swerve

If any of the bots would fuck a human, it would be this bastard

He'd also have human kinks (like mommy/daddy kink [thanks @archie-sunshine for rotting my brain with that idea])

Despite being a motormouth I think he can easily be silenced by a pair of thick thighs around his head

Side note: I think minibots have WAY HIGHER stamina verses their larger counter parts, so swerve will be going at it for a loooooong time

Secretly has a stash of human porn in his bar

Magnus has found said porn once and for a week Swerve was on edge in keeping his secret

Skids

Since he can learn anything really quickly I think this bastard can master the art of seduction

Like he could simply give a bot those bedroom eyes and BAM! He's fucking

He's a massive cuddler after interface

Has fragged Nautica at LEAST 15 times

When he overloads his headlights sometimes flick on by accident

Ratchet

Oh you cannot TELL ME this guy hasn't had a kinky past

Party Ambulance is fucking cannon and no one can tell me otherwise idc if it's only a fan thing ITS CANNON AND ILL FIGHT GOD ABOUT IT

Not as horny as he use to be but when Drift or Rodimus get their heat cycles you better fucking BELIEVE he's on the case

A true master of aftercare

Really into bondage

These are only a few lmao I have SO MANY MORE

#transformers #headcannons #mtmte #valveplug #hi mom

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raccoonfallsharder · 2 months

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rocket says take a fuckin' study break ✩࿐࿔

in honor of it being finals season for many of you, i'm resharing the take a fuckin' study break drabble/minific from ✩࿐࿔ take what you need here, in full. ao3 version here.

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: 1,020.

“Ow!” you yelp, rocking back on your stool and scrubbing a hand at your forehead. “Did you just flick me?”

“I been talking at you for like two minutes,” Rocket grouses. “It’s like talking to a frickin’ wall.”

You glower. “I told you. I’m studying. And writing. And studying. Leave me alone.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he jeers. “Terran finals. Whatever. Sounds like a waste of time. Haven’t the humies on that backward mudball realized yet that tests don’t actually measure learning? It’s like using a yardstick to measure time.”

You sigh and lean back. “Yeah, they know. Doesn’t matter though. If I want to pass these classes and get this stupid degree, I need to–” You scrub at your forehead again and sigh. “You know what? Never mind. I cannot have you un-motivating me right now. What did you want?”

He leaps neatly onto the stool across from you and sets two glass bottles on the tabletop, then leans his forearms on the little table between you, smirking smugly. “To pay you back, cupcake.” The mockery in his voice does not bode well for you. “Remember what you told me last week when Adam was whining about how I was making him study the Bowie’s schematics for too many hours?”

You feel your stomach drop. “No,” you lie, big-eyed.

His smirk only grows. “Lemme refresh your terrible frickin’ memory, then.” Now his teeth are sharp and he heightens his voice into a whiny falsetto. “But Rocket. Maximum productivity is only five-to-seven hours a day. You can overload the crappy baldbody brain if you go longer than that–”

“Pretty sure I did not say ‘crappy baldbody brain,’” you interject dryly.

“–and he could lose everything you’ve taught him already. Plus, he needs fifteen-to-twenty minute breaks every fifty-to-ninety minutes.”

You stare at him flatly, unwilling to dignify his bad mimicry with a response. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to care. He’s snickering openly at this point.

“Time to take your fuckin’ break,” he tells you. “It’s for your own damn good.”

You feel your brain fluttering in your skull like a trapped bird, and your heart is already starting to pick up the pace too. “Rocket,” you plead, all that old academic anxiety spiking high. “Unlike Adam, I’m actually on a time table. I need to finish all this by–”

“And if what you told me was true, I’m not gonna let you overdo it and lose it,” he tells you, his voice dropping for just a moment into something serious and intent. “Now get up. You’ve been at this for at least an hour-and-a-half.”

You hesitate, staring reluctantly at your laptop screen.

“Do I gotta give you a direct order, kid?”

You glower at him and drag yourself off the barstool. He turns sideways on his own, leaning against the table lazily and taking a mouthful of his ale. “Five deep breaths,” he orders lazily. “Your eyes aren’t laser cannons, and your angry looks aren’t gonna shut me up, cupcake.”

“God, I hate you,” you tell him, and then close your eyes and plant your feet and take your five stupid deep breaths.

“Roll your shoulders. Three times in each direction.”

You start and he cuts you off with a barked, “Slower. Start over.”

You scowl at him and do it.

“Touch your toes.”

“Geezus, I hate you,” you repeat. He just raises a brow and waits till you follow his instructions.

When you rise back up, he’s nudging the second glass bottle in your direction. “Drink half a’ that.”

You glare but lift it to your mouth anyway. It’s just water – but it’s the perfect temperature, and you suddenly realize you haven’t had anything but caffeine all day, and even that had been hours ago. You end up drinking more than half, easily.

Rocket sighs and shakes his head when you put it down. “Okay, ready for your next mission?”

“Rocket, I don’t have time–”

“It’ll take less time if you shut up and do what I frickin’ say.”

“You are the worst.”

He grins and his tail flicks. “So I’ve been told,” he concedes with mock humility, like you’ve just given him a compliment. He raises a clawed finger. “You need some fresh air, and you need to eat. You’re gonna go down to that street food stall in the Zygomatic Arch and get yourself a roasted yaro root wrap. Then you’re gonna come back and Kraglin’s gonna meet you across the street from here with a data pad. As long as you’re eating that wrap, he’s gonna let you scroll through those Terran holovid transmissions–”

“It’s goddamn Tiktok, Rocket.”

“–for exactly five minutes. No more an’ no less. And then you’re gonna come back in here and drink the rest of your water and I’ll leave you alone.” His grin widens. “At least for the next ninety minutes.”

You stare at him witheringly. “I hate you.”

“You keep saying that, cupcake, but I don’t think it’s true.”

You sigh, and feel your shoulders drop in defeat, and you head toward the open tambour door that leads into the streets. It’ll be nice, you grudgingly suppose: to breathe some fresh air and get some of the artificial Knowhere sunlight on your skin. To stretch your legs out and grab a snack and see some people, even if just in passing.

And it’s good that Kraglin’s gonna be in charge of the datapad because he’s such a fucking simp for his captain that he’s not gonna let you go over the five minutes Rocket has rationed for you on Tiktok.

“Kid.”

You pause in your steps and glance back over your shoulder at Rocket. His smirk is just a little softer, and you abruptly remember that this jackass actually cares about you – like, really cares about you. He just tries to hide it under layers of being fucking annoying.

“You’re gonna win your finals.”

You blink, and a laugh startles its way out of your chest, softly puffing out of your mouth. “That’s not–” you start to say, and then you laugh again and shrug. “Sure will,” you tell him affectionately. “For you, Captain. Thanks.”

please remember to take 15-20 minute breaks every 50-90 minutes! (set alarms on your phone to help.) use that time to open your window or go for a walk (even if it's cold). take some deep breaths. stretch. drink water. unclench your jaw. talk to someone who won't let you stay distracted for too long. and grab something to eat (even if it's just a granola bar). brains don't retain jackshit without sleep, nutrients, and moments of rest.

you got this. you're gonna win your finals.

check the ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist for more self-care reminders, including eat somethin, drink some goddamn water, and go to frickin bed already (yeah that means you).

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thebigbadbatswife · 8 months

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Day 10 - Praise Kink

Pairing - Oliver Queen x F!Reader

Warnings - 18+ content, if you're under 18 leave immediately. Praise kink, fluff, light angst.

Summary - You’re always such a good girl for Oliver.

From the moment that Oliver had entered the apartment with that look in his eyes. A look that told you that he had seen to much too tonight. You knew that you were going to be fucked stupid tonight.

You weren’t entirely sure when your brain cells were just going to give up from the overload of pleasure burning through your body, but you were sure it would be any second now. Because when Oliver Queen fucked you like this, he did it like it was the last time he was ever going to get to touch you. And he was going to make sure that he ruined you for anyone else who thought of touching you, should the worst happen.

You were well aware of the fact that you must have looked like a complete mess, but you truly did not care at all. You had given up on caring a couple of orgasms ago. He continued to drill into your pussy, bouncing you up and down on his cock. He had you pinned to the bed, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. Your legs had given out sometime ago, laying uselessly at his side and leaving most of the work to him, but he didn’t care. All of his focus tonight was on you and your pleasure.

“You look so good baby. You’re taking me so well.” Oliver liked to talk. On the battlefield, during a stakeout, in bed. The only time he wasn’t talking was when his mouth was wrapped around one of your nipples or your clitoris, making stars dance behind your eyes. And you weren’t planning on telling him to stop anytime soon because the way he was talking had your skin feeling like it was ablaze.

“I love seeing you come apart like this. So goddamn pretty,” he murmured. “You’re always so good for me, aren’t you?”

You wondered how you could look pretty with tears brimming your eyes, sweat covering your body in a sheen and your swollen lips parted as moans and cries constantly spilled from them. He surprised you when he suddenly flipped your positions. You were now seated on his lap, his back against the headboard. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he moved you up and down his cock, making it look so easy. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping around his neck. There was an element of intimacy to it. Not only because of how close you were pressed up against his body. But the way that his words curled themselves around your heart and made you feel a heat deep inside you like nothing else.

Oliver Queen loved you and he was absolutely terrified of losing you. You felt the exact same way. The thought, honestly, too much to bear at times.

“Come for me baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

It was like he had complete control over you with the way that your body seemingly responded to his words. You tumbled over the edge, nails digging into his skin as your cries of his name made him fall silent.

“I love you.” Anything could happen at anytime.

“I love you.” With both of you working everyday to make the world just that little bit safer.

“I love you.” He could so easily lose you and you could so easily lose him.

His movements were more desperate, less calculated. His focus shifting to his own release. He buried himself as far as he could, your name on his lips, before collapsing against the headboard.

“I know, Ollie” Your response was breathy, your chest still heaving as you caught your breath, but your heart was fully on your sleeve. You pressed your forehead to his. “I love you too.”

#oliver queen x reader #green arrow x reader #oliver queen x you #green arrow x you #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #green arrow smut #oliver queen smut

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tainted-heartz · 1 year

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Hey, can i please request a Wally + Autistic!reader? I have aspergers and wally makes my autism go boinga boinga please i am begging you

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| as an autistic person myself my brain just goes boing like a slinky going down a set of stairs when I think abt wally- |

- wally is autistic (canonly..) as well so he can relate to how you are a lot! you can even talk to him about your struggles and he'll help as best as he can.

- if you're the type to get sensory overload very often he'll help you either by getting your comfort item whatever that might be of if its from too much noise the fella puts his hands over your ears in an attempt to help.

- he lets you ramble about your current fixation or anything you're really into and have obsessed over for a while.

- depending on how you are , if you're a person who shows little to no expressions he can easily tell how you're feeling (somehow) and if you're in public and when someone asks “ are they mad or..? ” “ oh no , my dear friend here is actually very happy. ”

- if you get any sort of overstimulation his solution is to let you hold his hand and if you need to squeeze it he doesn't mind even if its basically a death grip. sometimes he even brings fidget toys if you need to keep your hands busy.

- if you stim a lot he ends up stimming with you! usually just seeing people stim causes him to stim but if you have a happy stim he'll join in as well just by him being happy or being happy for you.

#welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home arg x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home wally x reader

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shatcey · 2 months

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IkeVil Prologue

I finished reading the prologue and realized that I don't remember some fragments from the JP version of the game. Most likely, I just forgot…. after all, it was like 5 months ago.

First of all, Willy didn't come up with a nickname for Kate.

It's a little sad… I used to think it was his idea…

She fell for his charms almost immediately. I vaguely remember it, but from this line it's quite obvious…

Why did they change that? What's wrong with the KING? It sounds shorter, easier to pronounce. And the phrase "self-righteous king" sounds so catching… firm and majestic… Maybe I just need time to get used to it…

NO! I DON'T LIKE IT!!! Monarch is the brand of tea! Willy… Why did they do this to you? My poor tea boy(((

Victor asked the others what they thought? What? How could I forget about it?

I mean, Kate answered him, and it shook him to the core. Even Willy commented on it. Because no one ever answers him? Poor Vic… They're not weird enough for you.

And this joke they used in a comic.

This is from the official X (Twitter) page.

Kate's thoughts are really good. I had completely forgotten how thoroughly she analyzes everything… For example, "they tell me too much to keep me alive" or "why did they leave the door open if it was a secret mission?". True and true. You're so smart, girl, no wonder I wanna be you. But this one surprised me…

I would have definitely fell for his eyes… such a beautiful and unusual shade. But a flirting? I'm not an expert… and maybe his voice doesn't make that impression on me, but I don't think he ever flirts…

I don't know… Look at that bored gaze… at those long fingers, which I suppose he taps irritably… He doesn't look particularly intimidating! Especially with Ellis around. I always thought William looked the most villainous. But it's probably just me.

And I completely forgot that Victor showed a magic trick. How could I forget about it?

It feels like I haven't read the Prologue at all… In my defense, this was the first time I've read an auto-translation from Japanese, and my brain was overloaded trying to figure out what it really means…

Really? This castle can eat people??? Now I want to visit it even more! Ghostbusters!!!

I vaguely recall, but at the time I read it as a "dangerous liquid." I thought he meant poison or something really strong, like pure ethyl alcohol, which you cannot drink if you don't know how to do it right. I didn't do it. But I've heard rumors…

Really? You too? I thought Willy was the only fatalist…

And finally… There are slightly different accents in this scene compared to what I remember…

I wonder how someone can control the feelings of others? Like… Victor forbade me to get closed to you, so shoo…

But he is considering another option. He's not like the other father-figures in the games. He KNOWS that it is impossible to stay away from them)))

And since everyone has already read the prologue, and this won't be a spoiler, I have a couple of thoughts that I haven't talked about until now for this exact reason.

First of all… Wth of mission was this if it required them all to be there? They only show us the death of one person. One person. William alone could have handled it easily. Why were they all there? It doesn't make any sense. They just stand there and stare at the murder. Elbert is probably looking at the objects of beauty around, but the rest… (exhales)

Second. She doesn't know anything. She just saw a guy commit suicide. If Will (and I firmly believe he did it on purpose) didn't mention the name of the organization, they didn't even need to drag her with them. She had just witnessed a tragic suicide, which was probably the sacrafice, given that no one was trying to help him. "So… Ok… Keep doing your ritual or whatever it is. I didn't see anything. I'm going home." That would be a normal reaction. But… All Ikemen games have such weird logic, and I don't even know why I still surprised.

And the last one. They bring her to Victor. She is scared and wants to find out the truth before she dies (brave of her), but in the process she begins to think that NOW she knows too much to live... (facepalm)

I won't even comment on it.

So… I decided that I would made an additional page for the EN version of the game. I think it would be easier for people who don't play the JP version. And I like to have a fresh start. A new beginning - new posts. Something like that.

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🔝 Start page 🔝

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#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #cybird #ikemen games #ikemen villians #ikemen villains #ikevil

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neighboringheart · 2 months

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woke up with a fever which means more canceled plans bc my body doesn't let me do fucking anything anyway minimegarod (or megarodimags? it's Mags in this scenario) breeding kink shit on the brain

picture it with me Rodimus strapped to a breeding contraption (I know it's got a name but I'm too tired and ill to remember rn) that keeps him comfortably laying on his front legs spread and valve bared but he's also strapped down so he can't escape even if he wanted to but they've been planning this for weeks so he's already dripping

Magnus playing the role of Rodimus' owner soothing him and telling him that he found the perfect stud to breed him until he's round with strong newsparks (which not possible in this scenario but he's saying it for Roddy's sake) and Rodimus whimpering and squirming like he's nervous until he feels huge warm servos land on his hips and a fat spike nudge his valve

Megatron grinds against his folds for a moment and it's the only warning Roddy gets before he's pressing in and spreading his loose walls wide around the plentiful ridges that adorn his shaft

for the sake of extra weird details Megs is also wearing a removable set of fake balls that Rodimus loves for the way they smack against his node with every rough thrust and it only makes the fantasy feel more immersive as though he actually could be bred which just makes him pull harder against his restraints trying to fuck himself against Megatron's fat spike

the final icing on the cake is the way Roddy gets more and more desperate as he feels Megatron's knot slowly inflate and bump against his entrance

Magnus will hold his face and pet him gently telling him that he's being so good and that he's gonna be full so soon and then he can rest and be pampered just like the rest of the carriers taking spike whenever he needs it

the knot is roughly shoved into him and he overloads drooling as he feels his valve filled with a thick flood of transfluid

it lights up every node he has and makes him feel weightless his walls stretching to hold it all and when Megatron's hips twitch trying to get just a bit more friction the way it sloshes rips a broken moan from his vocalizer

there's just so much and it feels so good clinging to every inch of the inside of his valve

he's barely cognizant as Magnus carefully wipes over his body waiting for Megatron's knot to deflate but when Megs finally pops it out Roddy's eyes go wide as some of the viscous cum squirts out of his valve sobbing as more tries to dribble out of him

how can he be a good carrier if he can't hold all that he's given what if it doesn't take

but Magnus is swift to scoop up whatever is dripping down his thighs and pressing it back into him easily sliding a plug into place that locks every last drop inside steadily pulsing charge to keep Rodimus calm

and if Magnus decides to commit a taboo and fill up his lovely bitch's aft port with a fat load of transfluid of his own who's to know

Rodimus certainly wouldn't tell anyone even if he could

#no babies bc I do not like kids and I will never write a scenario where that outcome is actually possible #anyway #thinking about sensory slime transfluid again #I just know it's so thick and would feel so so good for Roddy #nh feral posting #transformers #mtmte #minimegarod #megatron #rodimus #ultra magnus #valveplug

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mkaroy · 2 months

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THE AFTON FAMILY

sorry for being dead. i will continue to be dead becuz this took 48 HOURS.

as a treat i’m gonna infodump about my headcanons for a bit (read if you DARE)

so mrs afton isn’t pictured here because she was smart and left william, but william got full custody cause as we know, the fnaf government is VERY stupid and they apparently just love william. cc and michael both like their mother better because she was more patient and emotionally intelligent with the young boys, but elizabeth always favoured her father so she wasn’t complaining.

If it isn’t obvious, i don’t think william is a good parent. no matter how good of intentions you have, he had to be some kind of deranged for his sons death to lead to him being a serial killer, that doesn’t just HAPPEN. he particularly takes out his anger on michael because a) he feels more sympathy with the other two kids and b) michael has always challenged his father, he’s not scared of talking back or standing his ground (even if he gets hurt in the process). however despite this, michael still has a lot of love and respect for his father. as he gets older and as the accidents become worse and worse, through williams manipulation, michael basically works for him, trying to make things right again because he’s fully convinced everything was his fault (ALSO THANKS TO WILLIAM LOL)after he gets scooped he kinda puts it together that maybe his father never had the best intentions for him, and full of rage he does his thing and burns his father to the ground.

outside of william just being the worst to michael, making him a full time babysitter and whatnot, he’s not the kindest to the younger children either. elizabeth is easily the favourite because she tries to serve him as much as possible, but william is simply FAR too busy to care about that, so she gets pushed aside and neglected a lot. she doesn’t know why he’s doing these things so she just tries to be even more perfect, she urns for that attention in other places, i think that’s why she dolls herself up so much, because she loves the compliments she gets from mothers saying that she’s “just the cutest thing”. when her father finally shows her some love by making his specialty, an animatronic based off of her, she can’t help but be filled with excitement. I think as baby, she’s a lot more angry than she was before. she doesn’t understand why her father would do this to her and her anger is bigger than he child brain can comprehend, which is why she’s just so insanely mean in pizza sim and sister location, lashing out to michael and henry because she shouldn’t be an animatronic right now, she should be living her life free of this family. god i love elizabeth.

and then obviously cc, i think it’s a silly headcanon to imagine that william just forgot his name but remembered his initials but that’s mostly cuz i refuse to give him a name (btw all of you guys who put charlie or charlotte into his name are GENIUSES but i’m not you). he was really young when his parents actually separated, so he didn’t have much memory of his mother unfortunately. and ALSO unfortunately he was born with a fear of the animatronics, like how some kids are born with like an irrational fear of mascots of smth, that’s him. I think he was also the first one to die so his nightmares weren’t based off of elizabeth’s death. i also think that the fnaf 4 gameplay wasn’t cc because of MANY reasons (seriously guys look at the room layout…). but his irrational fear of the animatronics makes him almost constantly in tears, which michael obviously mocked. all the afton men were raised with the idea that boys shouldn’t show “feminine” emotions, which is why michael hated cc so much, because it wasn’t fair that he got to cry all the time with little to no repercussions and cc just couldn’t help himself whenever he cried. oh also in my headcanon he’s autistic, same with like most of the aftons, but he’s selectively mute and easily gets sensory overload, which is why meltdowns in the pizzeria were so common.

guys i love the aftons so much fill my asks with them if you wish i will answer ALL OF THEM (until the hyperfixation dies LMAO)

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Hold Onto Me.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: You are having a tough day and struggling with being overstimulated during lunch hour, your boyfriend Eddie can sense that you are at your limit and takes you away from the situation to allow you to decompress.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Unless you are triggered by the thought of adhd/autism overstimulation? This was written from a place of personal experience, I am not writing this from a place of objectifying or glamorising mental health <3 Or, if you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “hey :) i really love your writing, especially how it doesn’t just center on sexy stuff, sometimes it’s nice to just read some hurt/comfort or fluff! anyway, no pressure but if you’re open to requests i’d love if you did something where the reader gets sensory overload and (ever doting boyfriend) eddie notices + tries to help? taking them somewhere quiet to breathe, checking in to see what they need, maybe squeezing/rocking them to try to help regulate? it just seems like something eddie would be super thoughtful and attentive about. what caused the overload can be up to you, maybe a party or loud music or even just it being too hot out or something… just throwing some ideas, pick and choose what works in your opinion, i trust you with it!”

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It was all too much.

The sounds, the lighting, the mental stimulation.

It was all too much for your sensitive brain to handle right now. The cafeteria was roaring with everyone piling in and migrating towards their own friendship groups for the one hour of “peace” the students get from their classes.

Peace for them was like a nightmare for you, you could usually mask your discomfort fairly easily, but days like today had you already at your limit the moment you sat down at the Hellfire table.

Wincing a little as you sat, moving your head out of the way out of pure routine at this point whilst Eddie threw another one of his dried snack pieces at the younger members of their group. You didn’t know what they had done to warrant that kind of response out of your boyfriend, but frankly you weren’t in the right headspace to care.

It was probably something menial that your sweet boyfriend had of course overreacted to, that was the most likely scenario between the group. You had already zoned out of whatever conversation was happening around you, fiddling with the pull tab on the can you had placed in front of you, trying to block out the world around you.

“Isn’t that right, babe?” Eddie asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Huh? What?” you snap back to reality, glancing over at your curly haired boyfriend with a puzzled look on your face, eyes searching his face for some context for what you had missed.

“Nothing, nothing,” he dismissed, changing the subject, allowing for the rest of the group to be lost in conversation once again as they were so blissfully unaware of your struggle right now, “you okay?” he asked, voice hushed for you.

You offer a measly nod in agreement, clearly your acting wasn’t very convincing as Eddie had his little puppy dog eyes lingering on you, trying to show that he didn’t believe you without drawing too much attention to it. His gaze flickering down to see that you were gnawing at your lower lip and abandoning the can in favour of toying with the skin around your nails.

It all clicked in an instant for him, you were clearly overstimulated. A light bulb went off in his mind, taking a mere few seconds to put the context clues together and know that you needed an out.

He stood up without saying much, offering his ring clad fingers in your direction as he used his free hand to scoop your backpack over his shoulder. Taking your hand delicately and tangling your fingers together with a soft smile on his face, trying to reassure you that the struggling won’t last much longer. You stood on shaking legs, knees threatening to buckle, gripping his palm like it was your lifeline as you brush down your skirt with your free hand to preserve your modesty.

“Where are you guys going?!” Dustin cried out a little, confusing riddling his face as you both stood up whilst he was mid-sentence.

“We’re gonna go makeout, mind your business, nerd,” Eddie grinned down at the younger kid, ruffling up his hair in the process which elicited an annoyed groan from Dustin.

“Ew, gross, really?!” Dustin whined, throwing down his fork in dismay before rolling his eyes at the thought of you two disappearing in the middle of the day for that kind of behaviour.

Obviously you weren’t on your way to Eddie’s van for that purpose, but they didn’t need to know that. You were far more content having them believe that you were horny perverts than that you were struggling and needed to be alone. You’d tell them eventually, just not today.

You slip out of the cafeteria effortlessly, keeping your head down and focusing on the way that Eddie would squeeze your hand every now and again to bring you comfort as he escorted you to his van. Opening the door and placing your bag in the back before you both climbed in, him slamming the door shut behind you both and apologising for the loud noise.

“You want the headphones, sweetheart?” he offered, you nod once.

The van was the perfect place to come and escape to when you were overstimulated like this, it was dark, quiet, a little cold, it allowed you to decompress without judgement. Reaching into one of the pockets of his van, Eddie grabs out your noise cancelling headphones, turns them on and places them over your head to cover your ears.

Pressing a delicate little kiss to the centre of your forehead before sitting back to give you the space you so desperately needed. Letting out a sigh of relief you weren’t sure for how long you had been holding in, your body noticeably relaxes the second the world is silenced.

This had been your routine for as long as you could remember. If you were on the verge of a melt down and needing a break from reality, Eddie would bring you out here and just give you the peace and quiet you needed between classes.

Sometimes it would be the headphones, sometimes he would offer you a change of shirt when your collar felt suffocating, sometimes it would be just to sit in the dark when you started to get irritated with the synthetic illumination of Hawkins High. Every need was catered to, and you were eternally grateful to have such a kind and understanding partner to guide you through it all.

You’re not sure how long has passed, you weren’t focusing on the time, just the fact you were able to breathe again. Keeping the headphones on, you crawled the small distance between yourself and Eddie and clamber into his lap. His arms instantly snaking around your midsection to keep you safe, his lips on your forehead in an instant.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t force you to speak, he just held you and kept you grounded. Your security blanket in human form, that’s what he was. It didn’t take long before you were gently being rocked back and forth in his arms, the magazine he was reading was quickly tossed aside in favour of you getting in his lap, a small hum coming from his lips and even though you couldn’t hear it, the vibration of his chest was enough to soothe you.

You let your eyes slip close and focus on the rhythm of his breathing to lull you into a more relaxed state, squeezing your arms tightly around him to ensure he wasn’t going anywhere. Of course he wasn’t, but you liked the security in knowing he was trapped in your hold.

You hadn’t spoken the whole time since before you even entered the cafeteria, Eddie respected that. You knew each other well enough that he’s pretty sure you could communicate full conversations with just glances if you put the time into trying. You needed silence, he gave you that silence.

Eddie lets out a disappointed sigh at the sound of the school bell ringing through the cafeteria, it was so loud that it could be heard with ease from the van. No wonder you were over stimulated at times like these, that thing was absolutely obnoxious. Rolling his eyes at the sound, he then takes a deep breath before starting to focus on you once again, knowing he would need to peel you from your comfortable state and ease you back into reality, he hated this part.

Gently gripping the ear of the headphone, he pulls it away slightly from the side of your head so he can speak gently into your ear, nuzzling his nose against your temple as he did so.

“Sweetheart? We gotta get back in there..” he sighed, watching the way that your face tensed up once more at the thought.

You clung tighter to him, breaking his heart as he hated to be the reason you had to leave your quiet place. If it was up to him, he would let you stay here all day, classes and education be damned, but he knew you took your education seriously and he wouldn’t bet the reason your perfect attendance was halted.

Letting out an annoyed groan from your lips, you sit up a little in his lap and grumble whilst taking off the headphones and passing them back to your boyfriend for him to put away.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know…” he offers, trying to find some kind of consolation or compromise for ripping your shield away from you.

You weren’t mad at him, none of those noises were directed at him, he was a saint. You just hated the fact every little thing got to you, and that you had to return back to school, you just wanted to stay here all day and forget about responsibilities. Climbing out of his lap, not before giving him a kiss and a soft “thank you” for this break, you tug your backpack over your shoulders and let out another defeated sigh.

Shuffling your way out of his car with a grumble at the bright summer’s sun beaming down on Hawkins makes you want to rip your eyes right out of your skull. Stepping aside once you feel a gentle hand patting your backside, glancing to see it was a hint from your boyfriend to scoot out of the way slightly so he could shut the door without nudging you.

Eddie offers you a reassuring smile, doing his best to comfort you without touching you, knowing that sometimes even holding his hand could push you over the edge. Not because you didn’t adore holding his hand, but something as simple as too much human contact could nudge your limit of tolerance.

Reaching out, you wrap your small hand around his bicep, keeping a light grip on his leather sleeve as a compromise. You wanted to hold him, be held by him, but you both knew your limits, your thumb stroking back and forth along his clothed skin was reassurance enough for him that you were okay. Taking the dreaded path back in the direction of the school, Eddie opens the doors for you both and walks you back to class.

Luckily the next couple classes would be far less stimulating for you. One was your English class where you had a practise test, meaning the lights would be dull and you would be in silence, perfect. The other was a study hall session, which meant that you and Eddie could sit quietly at your desks and read notes at your own pace.

Sitting in silence at your English desk, soft smiled metalhead boyfriend just mere inches away from you as you both begun your practise test. As per usual, Eddie wasn’t actually focusing on the task at hand, his attention either drawn to keeping an eye on you or doodling on his notepad. Both of which you expected, as long as he passed this semester and graduated with you, you were happy, you didn’t intervene with his self-soothing habits.

He was more the type to tap his pencil against the table or hum to himself when he was restless, but he had to nip that habit in the bud when you were in these headspaces. He didn’t want to cause any additional stress to your already fragile state, hence the doodling.

You glance up from your test to see his beady eyes darting all across the room, restless energy oozing out of him. You two were polar opposites. He loved the bright lights, loud noises, constant movement and energy, and you were one for dim lights, soft sounds, finding one spot and staying there until your legs went numb. It’s why you worked so well together, you balanced each other out for a well-rounded compromise.

Reaching over, you subtly link your pinkie finger with his own, offering him a shy smile at the confused look on his face. It was your attempt at grounding him, letting him know that you were there and to offer a distraction from his own racing thoughts. He settled immediately, showing that same dopey smile that made you fall in love with him.

Gesturing to the test with your eyes, you notice that he hadn’t done much except fill out his name on the top corner. He was smart, nothing in the world could disprove that he as an intelligent guy, he just lacked the capacity to settle down and prove himself on paper. Whether it was his attention span or his “what does this shit even matter in the real world” mindset, his grades never reflected how truly intelligent he was. He was both book smart and street smart, the latter you were still working on learning for yourself.

He offers the most half-assed attempt at a pout, almost silently begging you to not make him focus on the test. Your eyebrow raising challengingly as if to tell him to just settle down and get on with it. You knew it wasn’t that simple for him, of course. He’s not avoiding taking the test because he was lazy, but you hoped that a little encouragement might jumpstart him to fly through the test in front of him.

He picked up the pencil, that was a start. You look a little helpful before he just begun spinning the object between his fingers like a drumstick. Rolling your eyes fondly, you just shake your head and go back to your test, a smile on your face as you pencil in your answers.

Some things never change.

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