#i mean yeah i used to wear make up which i stopped doing on regular basis since 2 years ago

[yndrgrl]

for some reason, your enemy, yandere! katsuki bakugo, is oddly possessive over you

lowkey yandere! reader. smut. fem!reader. regular au. enemies (with benefits) to lovers. virgin! reader mentioned. jealous! bakugo. lowkey! angst the highkey! fluff.

warnings: nsfw, mentions of virginity being taken by katsuki, public sex stuff, tit fucking, degrading, free use, oral (fem receiving), rough fucking, choking, masochism??

a/n: should i start doing more drabbles & headcannons or do you guys like the long fics?

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katsuki loves seeing you angry.

it's such a strict contrast, really. you're usually calm, put together, level-headed with a hint of dark humor & sarcasm. you seemed like you had unweavering patience when it came to the daily annoyances from stubbing your toe to helping a student that couldn't seem to grasp a subject, no matter how many times you tried explaining it.

the only person who could get under your skin was a certain, arrogant classmate who always had something to say. he would never say anything absurdly rude, but it would always get on your nerves. "the back of your shirt isn't tucked in, dumbass." "your lip gloss color is too bright on you, fuckin' idiot." "there's an easier way to do that, stupid."

maybe it was the tone he gave you-- condescending. maybe it was the way he was so predictable, always following up with a coy smirk. you didn't know why he was the only one to irk you, but you do know one thing, you hate him.

& he hates you.

yet for some reason, you two know more about each other than anyone else. you know how much katsuki hates sweet things, so you'll dump half a bottle of that cheap teriyaki sauce that tastes like artificial sweetener into his spicy ramen when he's cooking. he knows how you have your backpack organized, so he'll purposefully put things into the wrong place just to annoy you.

you two were obvious rivals in almost all aspects of life, & yet the two of you are attached by the hip. he was always in your dorm room while you did your homework, blowing on your ear or messing with stuff he knows he's not supposed to. you would find yourself in the gym with him late at night, sitting on the floor as you watched him to an exercise you didn't wanna do.

your friends would always ask about him, which was another way he would get on your nerves. even when he's not there, his name would get thrown around. "so, (y/n), when are you & bakugo gonna make it official," snickered jiro.

"yeah! we wanna know," momo chimed in. you've had this conversation with anyone who knew you & bakugo, & your answer was always the same.

"NEVER!"

the funny thing about "never" is that it means you, at no time in the future or in the past or on any occasion, would ever, ever even glance at bakugo with any sort of care or attraction. "never" means the only look you'd throw his way is a glare.

yet, there you were, under him, contradicting "never." this arrangement -secret rendezvous & lustful activities- happened a few weeks ago, you remember it so vividly. it was a late night, & you & bakugo were dead tired after training (aka fighting non-stop) with each other for hours followed by studying at his dorm. the two of you weren't done until late, so you told him that you were going to stay in his dorm whether he liked it or not.

another snarky argument ensued, which mellowed into vulnerable confessions. you told him you've never had a partner because you've never had any intimate experience before, so how would you even cope? that night, you lost your virginity to your enemy, & it was so addictive.

after that, your guys' dynamic didn't change outwardly. if people paid attentions a bit more, they would've seen the two of you holding pinkies during lunch. he would sit a tad bit closer in class. it's a good thing you've been wearing your hair down because your neck was covered in hickies.

today, katsuki was even more annoying than he has been the last year. something was coursing through his veins. he was so much more daring, so much more of a bully today.

it started when you woke up in his bed, naked after a night of taboo touches. even last night, he was different, something on his mind. groggily, katsuki shot you a lazy smirk. his fingertips ghosted over your exposed skin while you laid on his bare chest. goosebumps followed in his fingers' wake. you laid there for a moment longer then said, "we should probably get ready for school."

"hm.."

"what?"

"i just need something taken care of, (y/n)," said katsuki, voice deep. you felt him against your thigh that was draped across his hips.

"k-katsuki, we-we can't," you blushed. your protests went unanswered as he started to mark your neck. his love bites trailed around your neck, down to your collarbone.

"shhh, just relax," katsuki whispered as he groped your tits. as quickly as he removed his hand, it was replaced by his mouth, suckling on your nipple; his fingers pinched the other. his free hand dove between your legs.

"katsuki!" you gasped, pussy still sore from last night. you couldn't help but grind your clit against his palm while his fingers were knuckle-deep and pressing against your g-spot. "go-gonna cum," you moaned out, & it was like a switch flipped inside of katsuki.

he pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt. climbing atop of you, katsuki sneered"didn't i tell you quiet?" he shoved his fingers coated in your juices down your throat, making you gargle in surprise.

his heavy cock laid between your hickey-covered tits. "press your tits together," he commanded. you must've given him a confused look because he instructed sternly, "use your hand & fuckin' press your tits around my cock, nerd." oh god, how he made you so mad. you couldn't even tell him off.

that morning, he finished all over your face & tits. he smacked your cheek a couple of times with his semi-hard cock before getting off of your body to get a towel for you.

the two of you sat in aizawa's class, next to each other, like you didn't have to wash katsuki's cum out of your hair just before school started. what was embarrassing was that your friends (bless their sweet, sweet souls) complimented you, which wasn't out of the norm. however, they were gushing about how your skin was absolutely glowing.

katsuki, knowingly, shot you look of pride. he is truly the worst.

the next period came & went, & then you were stuck in another class with katsuki. your teacher decided that they were sick & tired of the regular routine, so they led the class to the library. they essentially said, "run wild, don't leave the library, & leave me to my own devices."

it's not like you were complaining; you've been wanted to pick up a new book to read so you browsed the aisles. were you also avoiding katsuki? a bit. today, especially, he was just too much. his unfortunately well-placed cockiness & his eagerness to get his hands all over you was a deadly combination.

as your eyes darted from the selection of books, the one you wanted just so happened to be on the top shelf. it wasn't unreachable to you, but it was an inconvenience. you creased your shoes as you went on the tips of your toes, trying to get a grasp of the book when a larger, familiar hand gripped yours. standing behind was katsuki, towering over you. out of instinct, you retracted your hand away, & he grabbed the book

you were about to say thank you when he placed it on top of the shelf. you could barely even see it, so there way no way you were going to be able to reach it. "i want to read that," you deadpanned, trying to turn around but katsuki's hands were on your shoulders. "h-hey, you're not doing what..." your voice trailed off.

his hands glided down your shoulders, caressing the curve of your figure, then stopped at the hem of your skirt. "are you crazy?!" you whisper-shouted at the blonde, to which he just scoffed.

he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, & all you heard was rustling of fabric. he flipped your skirt up, covering his erect cock with it. sandwiched between your thick ass, he started to grind against you. "then stop me," katsuki whispered into your ear. he brushed your hair away from your neck & blew on your sensitive bruises forming on your skin. "just don't be too loud~ you don't wanna get in trouble, do you?" he snickered, pushing your panties to the side. katsuki shoved his girthy cock inside of your hole, stretching your already-aching walls.

you slapped your hands over your mouth to muffle your gasp. you could hear students, your classmates, talk all around the library. sure, you were tucked away on the second floor in a quiet corner, but you were still in public.

he started rutting his hips against you, shallow & uneven. he was testing the waters to see how far you'd let him go. with the fear of getting caught & utter adrenaline pumping through you, you tried to push away katsuki. his response was to pin your hands against the book shelf & pound your dripping pussy. soft smacks were only heard by you two, no one else close enough to hear the huffs & the mewls.

they say keep your friends close, & your enemies closer, & maybe you've taken that to heart. now, katsuki, your sworn enemy, knows your body inside & out. he knows how much you love being manhandled, which is why he made you arch your back as held your arms above your head while he thrusted in & out of you.

your pussy twitches, as it does every time when you're about to lose yourself in the pleasure, & katsuki knows this too. you were chasing your high, your eyes lulled to the back of your head when, suddenly, he pulled out. "k-katsuki!" you groaned in annoyance & shock. he was a selfish person with the stamina of a sex god. you'd usually cum several times all over his cock before he'd ejaculate inside you.

he flashed you his signature smirk as he wiped his dick with your navy blue skirt. he zipped his pants back up & redid his belt. with a shrug, he sauntered away, & you were left with a knot in your stomach, ratty hair, & frustration bubbling inside of you.

you were not going to entertain whatever sick fantasy he was trying to fulfill. you avoided him the best you could, however the two of you shared pretty much every class together. purposefully, you'd be the last one to class so you wouldn't have to sit beside katsuki. it always landed you in the front of the class, & you could feel his gaze burning holes in the back of your head, but it didn't matter. distance is what he deserved.

you were so mad at him that you didn't even want to look his way, you didn't want to be in his general vicinity.

the moment you saw him notice you, you would walk away from him. your plan was working to your favor until the evening. katsuki & you had very similar day-to-day routines. because you were always stealing portions of katsuki's food in the evening, your stomach began to grumble like clockwork. however, the moment you go downstairs, you would have to confront katsuki.

between the hunger you felt & your distain for the blonde, your hunger felt insatiable-- unfortunately for you. it was hard to ignore because you, while trying to avoid katsuki, skipped your regular meals. all you have in your room is an empty mini fridge, a water dispenser, & a couple of snacks that won't do anything but upset your stomach.

"ughhh," you let out a groan, getting out of the comfort of your bed. you slipped on a pair of pj pants over your spandex shorts & house slippers, prepared to tell katsuki off while stuffing your face with the food he's cooked.

knock. knock.

you jumped, almost letting out a shocked gasp. "oi! open up, stupid!" it was katsuki on the other side of your dorm door. you held your breath... maybe he hasn't heard you yet? "i know you're in there!"

"goddamn it, katsuki! go away," you shouted back as you walked towards your door. you looked through your peephole, only to see an agitated katsuki holding onto something.

"would you stop being a fuckin' child & open the door?"

"no, you're the childish one! get out of here, & go suck midoriya's dick!" just as katsuki can effortlessly get under your skin, you can do the same with him.

he punched your door, which sent vibrations around the door & frame. "you're such a fuckin' kid, (y/n)! i know this is 'cuz i didn't let you cum all over my co-"

abrasive, you threw open your door & dragged the loud-mouth into your room. your hand threw itself over his mouth as you seethed, "would you shut your damn mouth, people can hear you." under your hand, he smirked & kissed the palm of your hand. you tried to pull away with an embarrassed blush, but he gripped your wrist to keep you in place.

he kept leaving butterfly kissed on your palm, maintaining eye contact with you. each gentle kiss shot tinges of pleasure through your nerves. "wh-what are you doing?"

"you're so sensitive, y'know," he responded, kissing up your arm while pulling your closer to him. since when was katsuki this affectionate? your eyes glossed over slightly as he trailed kissed up your arm. sighs of content escaped your plush lips when he started to kiss your collarbone. something brushed against your leg, & that's when you noticed him holding something.

"wh-what is that?" you asked, dragging your nails down his arm that was gripping it. goosebumps appeared all over his arm, & he tensed up.

he cleared his throat. he pulled away from you, &, if you didn't know any better, it seemed as though he were nervous. "it's the reason i'm here in the first place," he grumbled, avoiding eye contact. it was a box wrapped in an all-might cloth.

"oh, you mean you're not just here to torment me & use me," you shot back. you were still so, so angry with him.

he looked at you, eyes wide. "what the hell are you goin' on about, woman?"

you were about to tell him off, all your pent-up frustration about to spill out of your throat when you were cut off by a distinct grumble-- your stomach. katsuki scoffed, but it was clear what you said played over & over in his mind. "it doesn't matter right now, just eat." he shoved the cloth into your hand & sat on your bed; you followed in suit.

unwrapping it by pulling the knot, it came undone to reveal two dark wood bento boxes, two pairs of chopsticks, & two spoons. he took the utensils off the top to place them on the fabric & opened the top bento to give to you. decorated beautifully (& almost intimately) was a homemade bento with onigiri shaped in the traditional triangle along with your favorite protein with pieces of bell peppers, carrots, & other veggies cut into the shapes of hearts & stars. your rice ball had a cute cat face made out of seaweed. you bursted out in laughter, "wh-what is all this!?"

"shut up, asshole!" face flushed, katsuki yelled. "i fuckin' care about you or whatever." your laughter died down, taking in the words he was saying. "when you didn't eat lunch or come train with me or go get a pastry at that one god-awful cafe, i knew i pushed you too far."

"you think?" you retorted as your tapped the tips of your chopsticks against the bento. he took his & took off the lid to reveal his: scraps. it was enough to make him full, but it wasn't as pretty as yours. it was all just thrown in there without a care. the middle of his carrots & bell peppers had heart-shaped holes cut out of them. while your sauce was in a small container to avoid your food getting soggy, his was tossed in there, coating everything. his onigiri was just a ball with the classic seaweed strip.

"learn to shut up for once, will ya?! god, i made you food, so could you just sit there & look pretty & just listen?"

"fine, say what you wanna say," you huffed, taking a bite out of your food.

"listen, (y/n)," he started, "i know i'm harsh & not the best, & i get why you hate me, but i'm not trying to use you. yeah, i like that you & i do the nastiest shit together, but i also like just... walking around with you. you might think that it's just 'cuz i wanna get in your pants, but i couldn't care less about that shit. i don't know, i'm just, i'm sorry, alright?" this rant was so uncharacteristically not him but him at the same time. he was vulgar, yet vulnerable. he apologized.

"katsuki..."

"& i was just messin' with you 'cuz damn raccoon eyes told me that dunceface was gonna ask you out. i know that we're just doing stuff so you'll feel more confident in, i don't know, fucking, but i don't want you with anyone else. i messed up, i know. i just... d'know, i just want you to yearn for me as much as i need you."

"katsuki," you called out. "c-can i admit something to you?"

"what is it?"

"i really like you." a suddenly quiet ensued. katsuki, the guy who always had a snappy comeback, was speechless, & it made your throat tighten.

"(y/n), seriously, don't mess with me-"

"i'm not!" you yelled, but you weren't upset. "the reason i was so mad at you was because i felt used... i don't like feeling like that, especially since i really, really like you. all the stuff we do together let's me be delusional & pretend we're dating. & it's hard to stop because you're just so... doting in your own way. but then today, you didn't wanna make me, you know, so i just thought-"

"we'll that's what you get for thinking," katsuki teased, placing his & your finished bento on your desk. he sat close beside you; if you were to turn your head, your lips would've been centimeters away from his. it's not like you guys haven't kissed before, but this time was different. it felt like the first time all over again.

"(y/n), look at me," he whispered into your ear. you shifted in your spot, but you did as you were told. facing him, you backed your head up, only for it to be stopped by your headboard. "i'm so sorry, angel. let me make it up to you."

"katsuki, i-it's okay-" you were cut off.

he hushed you, eyes half-lidded & clouded with lust. "you'd think by now you'd learn your lesson about shuttin' up, huh?" he said as his hands slid under your shirt, up your torso. you raised your arms, allowing him to take off your shirt. under his breath, he whispered, "fuck."

katsuki climbed in between your legs, looming over your figure. he kissed the valley between your breasts while his arm snaked around your body. with one hand, he unclasped your bra. you threw it onto your dorm floor, & he wasted no time to latch onto your tit. he swirled your perky nipple around his tongue. you squirmed under him, your pants, shorts, & panties joined your bra

to take a moment to breathe, katsuki pulled back, & you, as eager & as horny as ever, ripped off his shirt. "woah, someone's impatient."

"you piss me off, let me have this," you snarled back, a possessive tone in your voice. katsuki made a note to himself: edge you as much as humanly possible. you pulled him close to you. sure, you crushed your face against his chest when you did so, but you didn't care. you started to nip at his exposed skin. hickeys crawled up his chest, decorating his collarbone & creeping onto his neck.

"sh-shit, angel," he breathed out. against your thigh, you felt his clothed dick twitch with every bite. he pushed you away from his bruised skin with a gentleness, his tongue trailing down his body. & just like that, he was the dominate one again.

katsuki, spreading your legs wide for him, placed your legs on his shoulders. your thighs could crush his skull if you so pleased. "you're dripping, (y/n)~" he snickered, followed by a long, slow lick against your slit. you gasped out in shock, back arching out of instinct.

"m-more," you whined. he chuckled that sinister chuckle he always does when he's about to say the most annoying shit ever.

"ask nicely."

"katsuki," you said in a stern voice. you didn't want him at that moment, no, no, no. you needed him. you needed him to make you cum; you needed his stupidly talented tongue on your pussy. you needed to be destroyed by his dumb, heavy cock. "i'm not playing around."

"i'm not either, (y/n). just swallow your damn pride & ask like a good girl, hm?" he replied as he spread your pussy lips apart with his thumbs, blowing cool air on your clit. you two bantered the way you usually do, as though he weren't in between your legs, mouth ghosting against your weeping hole.

you knew he wasn't going to let up, so you swallowed thickly. "k-katsuki?"

"yes?"

"pl-please eat me out," you begged. you looked at him with faux tears welling in your bright, doe eyes.

"how could i say no when you look at me like that, sweet girl," exasperated katsuki, acting like he was doing you a favor when, in reality, he was a selfish man. he loved eating you out, he loved watching you wraith in pleasure, hand clasped over your mouth as cute, little moans escaped your quivering lips. if anything, it got him rock hard & throbbing.

it started out with kisses against your clit, like it always does. soon, the kisses turned into licks & sucks. your hands found themselves entangled in his unruly, platinum hair, & your hips bucked forward. you rubbed your clit against him. one hand started to tease your entrance while he flicked your clit with his tongue. your juices with his drool made it easy to slide his middle & ring finger inside of you.

as if you were holding in a breath, you exhaled in relief. his fingers pumped in & out of you while his tongue circled your bud. the all-to-familiar knot began to form in your stomach. "g-gunna cum!" you whisper-shouted, back still arched & head thrown back. for a second, your vision turned white as you creamed all over katsuki's face. he lapped your juices up like it was an elixir given to him by the gods. overstimulated, you thought he would pull away after cleaning you, but he relented.

that's what you get for thinking.

"hey, wh-what are you doing?" you gasped out as you propped yourself up with your elbows. this time, instead of attacking your clit, his tongue jetted in & out of your hole. he didn't say anything, only looking up at you with his ruby red eyes. you found yourself bucking your hips onto his face once more, finding pleasure in the friction. every time you would look away, he would slow down or stop completely. you came, then came, then came again.

after the fourth time, he finally stopped. you took a deep breath, your frustrations wiped away. "f-fine, you win. y-you made it u-up to me," you stuttered out as you tried to steady your heart rate. your eyes were closed, & your chest heaved with every breath you took.

"why do you look so comfortable? we're not done yet, angel," katsuki growled, & that's when you felt it; his tip running up & down your folds. your eyes snapped open, & your jaw dropped. he eased inside of your pussy, which sucked him in eagerly. you felt full, stretched, yet he was only half way in. he snapped his hips forward, covering your mouth because, every time he does that, you'll let out a droned-out moan.

the fact that he's made you lose your unwavering, cool composure made him feral. you're dripping wet all because of him. you were sucking him in so good. his eyes were trained on your gorgeous face, your eyes were half-lidded, tearing up. whimpers muffled by his large hand made his cock twitch inside you. the way your body looked as you took him in full was the reason he can't let anyone else have you. honestly & truly, you made him crazy.

he showed this in this thrusts. they were harsh, tip slamming against your cervix. as he pumped in & out of your pussy, he uncovered your mouth, his hand travelled down to your neck. with a firm grip, he cut off your airway. your tongue hung out of your mouth as you panted like a bitch in heat. fast & hard, your body jerked forward with each one of his rough thrusts.

choked out mewls escaped your lips, & your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you were about to pass out when he released your throat. you gasped. with every exhale, you couldn't stop yourself from moaning out his name. "k-katsuki~ k-kat-m~"

"such a good fuck," growled katsuki. he draped your legs over his shoulders. the blonde, smirking viciously, loomed over you, leaning forward. your knees were against your bare chest, you feet passed your head. you were folded in half, powerless. all you could do is squirm, cry out his name, & let him pound the shit out of your pretty pussy.

he held himself over you with one hand. his other cupped your face. he squished your cheeks together so your lips would pucker. "you're such a fuckin' pretty asshole," he chuckled. "you know how many guys wanna piece of you? none of 'em get t' have you though, that's all my privilege," katsuki gloated, his voice sounded muffled yet so clear. you tried responding but all that came out were lewd moans

he let go of your face as his thrusts started to become erratic. his grunts were animalistic, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the thin walls. possessively, he growled sweet nothings into your ear, & you had to bite back your screams of pleasure. at this point, you felt so good that you couldn't even begin to care about who might find out. hell, even if someone told aizawa that the two of you were breaking rules, you would tell him to scold you the next day.

"c-cum," you rasped, your legs sore from being folded. you squirmed under him to find some comfort for your legs. you tried pushing him away, yet you still chased your high. was the pain turning you on? there's no way.

"tch, cum, you fuckin' brat," commanded katsuki, & it was clear he wouldn't let you change positions until you creamed all over his thick cock.

"c-cumming!" your legs shook as your walls spasmed around katsuki. you heard him curse under his breath, his dick twitched inside you.

"gon-gonna fill you up, 'k?" he told you, all you could do is weakly nod. for a moment, he didn't care about your pleasure. he had one mission, & that was to use you so he could cum. he was treating you like a toy. your legs fell near his hips, but you couldn't find the strength to wrap your legs around him. gripping your hips, he moved you up & down his dick like you were a fleshlight.

"you're such a naughty girl, (y/n)~ everyone's gon' know that y'er all mine," he told your through gritted teeth. he didn't wait for a response, groaning loudly. "take it, fuckin' take it, baby," he said as he slammed his cock inside of you before his thrusts became needy, shallow. hot ropes of his cum painted the walls of your pussy. with the entirety of his cock inside you, his cum seeped out of you, dripping onto your duvet.

you felt your heartbeat in your core, & you struggled to catch your breath. he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, it was so unlike him. since when has anyone described katsuki bakugo as gentle? yet here he was, tending to you, cleaning you up & giving you soft kisses on your plush lips. "you okay, babe?" he questioned, just a hint of snarky pride behind his tone.

"y-yeah," you stuttered out, stretching your your legs. they quivered with every movement, & your face was flushed with embarrassment. he scooped you up with one arm while the other swiped the duvet off your bed. he tossed it in your dirty laundry hamper. your arms were around his neck as you cuddled into his bare chest when you told him, "you were just rough is all."

he laid the two of you down, covering you with your fluffy, (what you dubbed) "emergency" blanket. he started to scratch your head, & your eyes felt droopy. "i'm sorry, sweet girl. was i too rough?"

"no," you sighed with a smile. "i can handle it."

"yeah, i'm sure you can."

"i can! i just proved it to you!" you retorted, your eyes closing.

"whatever."

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[sunrise-imagines]

ill do anything for something about Prismo, relationship Hcs or PDA Hcs, I don't care if it's sfw or nsfw, I love Prismo

Of course! Prismo is such an underrated character, Im so glad he’s getting more screen time and I can’t wait to find out more lore like who’s his boss! I’ll keep it SFW for now, but feel free to send in another ask for some spicier headcanons ;) Enjoy!

Prismo the Wishmaster x Reader General Headcanons

• I hope your love language is receiving gifts because hoo boy he is constantly showering you with presents

• Saw something you liked in a store but didn’t have enough money to get it? Bam, it’s right there in front of you. Craving a specific food? Here’s five servings of it.

• It gets to the point where you have to tell him to dial it back a bit, because getting everything you want whenever you want it can start to make life a bit anticlimactic.

• On a more serious note, part of the reason why he gives you so many things is because he’s afraid that you might leave. I mean yeah,he’s an extra-dimensional godlike being, but he’s also very lonely because of this and hasn’t had many serious relationships in his life. This has caused to think that the only way to keep you with him is to grant your every wish. He needs you to reassure him that you love him for who he is, and you don’t need all those things to want to be with him.

• Like Scarab, he can take on a human-like physical form sometimes, though this form is harder for him to maintain as he does it a lot less often than Scarab. In this form, he has dark skin, curly pink hair and bright blue eyes like he usually does, and he wears a comfortable pink kurta and pants.

• He uses this form for physical intimacy, which you’ll have help to teach him as he isn’t familiar with all the different ways humans show affection.

• “So this is how a hug feels! Haha, it’s a little weird, but I like it!”

• His TV isn’t just for watching over the multiverse, he can also pull up programs from any universe to watch, so expect regular movie nights/binge watching shows

• He also loves playing board games! He’s really good at them too, though he’s not that competitive. He just has a lot of time to practice

• If you started dating when Jake was alive, then he loves to hang out with both of you! Nothing is better than chilling with his partner and his best friend.

• Makes special batches of pickles just for you, and asks you to sample different flavors and give him notes on what to adjust.

• In the most non-stalking way, he likes to keep an eye on you whenever you go back to your universe. He just wants to make sure you’re safe, and if you ever told him you’re uncomfortable with this he’d definitely stop asap.

• He’ll only step in if he sees you in serious trouble, zapping you to the time room to get you out of whatever situation is causing you distress.

• For my trans, nonbinary and gender non-conforming folks, he is of course accepting of all gender identities, and if you aren’t happy with how your body or features look he’d be happy to change them for you! Only with your absolute complete consent though, he doesn’t want to permanently change anything about you unless you are absolutely sure it’s what you want. And of course, he’ll still love you no matter what you look like <3

#adventure time x reader #adventure time imagines #fionna and cake x reader #adventure time fanfic #fionna and cake fanfic #fionna and cake imagine #prismo x reader #prismo the wishmaster #prismo the wishmaster x reader #adventure time #fionna and cake #sfw

[torotauri]

Gym Buddies (18+) | Kang Hyewon

Waring Sexual Content (18+) Read At Your Own Risk

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Gym day, you hate gym day. But it was something you had to do nevertheless. You need to do it to keep yourself in shape for football and despite how much you hated the gym, you had to go and do it regardless. The only thing that takes your mind out of the thought of suffering whilst doing your gym routine was the amount of girls in sports bra and tights in there. It was a good sight nevertheless. 

Like every other student in the university, you went to the university gym which you usually go with your friends. However, exam season meant that today you had to go alone. Your usual gym buddies had bailed on you and you had to go alone. Nevertheless, this was for your own good.

Because of exam season, there were visibly less students in the gym as well, there were a lot of unused equipment. Of course, having less people in the gym it means less girls are in the gym. There were still some, but none of them caught your eye.

Without the female distracting you, you managed to get through most of your routine smoothly. Until you were on the treadmill. You set your usual timer 90 minutes as you get on, put your earbuds on and started running. You were concentrated, focused until someone walked into the gym. 

Kang Hyewon.

It was her, your crush, the girl that makes your heart flutters every time you see her. You knew she would come to the gym, it was one of the reason that you started coming to the gym regularly. She was perfect, came in with a black hoodie and a gym bag. You couldn’t help but stare at her as she walked past.

Hyewon is a regular at the gym, she doesn’t stay for long, usually she comes in and does around 30 minutes on the treadmill and leaves. What is more unusual was that she always come to the gym alone, no buddies, just herself.

Somehow, despite all the available treadmills, Hyewon decided to use the one right next to you which was distracting.

Hyewon took off her hoodie to show what she was wearing underneath. A white sports bra and black tight leggings that outlined her perfect curves. The sports bra clearly showed her above average sized tits with her perfect midriff in full view for everyone to see. As Hyewon steps onto the treadmill, she started the timer and began running.

You tried your best to not look over to the sight next to you. Hyewon running whilst her tits jiggling in motion. You were sweating heavily, thankfully your previous work outs have covered up the fact that you were sweating from looking at Hyewon. However, one thing you can’t cover up was the bulge that was starting to form in your pants.

With Hyewon running next to you and her boobs jiggling, you were getting so hard down there. It has gone to the point where it was starting to get uncomfortable for you to continue running. You have decided that enough is enough, you need to do something about this.

You pressed the stop button on the treadmill and decided to call it a day for you in the gym. As you got off the treadmill and Hyewon managed to catch you.

“Oh you’re going now? There’s still 20 minutes on the clock” Hyewon asked as she saw you leaving.

“Yeah, not up to it today. My gym buddies aren’t here today” you replied.

“I know exam season made this gym quite empty” Hyewon replied as she down her machine so she could have a bit of a chat.

“How about you, you don’t have a gym buddy do you? I always see you coming alone” you asked Hyewon.

“Nah, I don’t” Hyewon responded “but you could be my gym buddy” Hyewon asked which caught you off guard.

“Say what now?” you wasn’t sure what Hyewon just said.

“I’m saying do you want to be my gym buddy” Hyewon repeated herself.

You tried to play it cool, but the girl that you like have just asked you to be her gym buddy. With that, you walked back onto the treadmill and prepared to continue your workout.

“Sure, why not. In that case I better continue my cardio” you reached out for the start button on the machine.

“Actually, I have a better idea to train cardio. Something that we both can do together as gym buddies” Hyewon said with a cheeky smirk.

She stopped her machine, got off the treadmill and told you to follow her. You didn’t know what she was up to but you just followed her nevertheless. After all, you don’t often get a chance to do stuff together with Hyewon.

Hyewon guided you into the changing room, specifically the female changing room. You didn’t want to go in there but Hyewon dragged you into it and you have no choice.

“What sort of cardio are we going to do here in the FEMALE changing room” you asked, stressing out the word female.

Hyewon giggled a little bit before coming closer to you and placed a finger on your lips.

“Shhhhhhh, trust me it will be good” Hyewon said as she placed a finger on your lips to shush you “I’ve seen you peeking on me when I was running next to you” Hyewon added.

You gulped, it was embarrassing as you face turned red. You were caught red handed by Kang Hyewon. To be fair it was very distracting having her running next to you.

“In my defence......” you tried to explain but Hyewon shut you up by kissing you on the lips.

“Shhhh it’s ok, you’ve got what I want and I’ve got what you want” Hyewon shushed you as she leaned in to make out with you.

Hyewon’s lips were soft as they crashed onto yours. The make out session seemed to calmed you down a little bit, not thinking about the fact that you were in the female changing room. You wrapped your arms around Hyewon’s waist as you continued to make out with the girl you have been crushing on for a while. This moment was like a dream come true.

Whilst your thoughts about where you were at have been calmed down, your cock was certainly not calm what so ever. You have gotten so hard whilst making out with Hyewon that it started poking her a little bit. Hyewon pulled out the kiss as she felt something poking her downstairs.

“Sorry, I can’t control it” you said embarrassingly.

“It’s ok, I know how to deal with it” Hyewon reassured you.

After that Hyewon instantly dropped onto her knees and pulled your shorts down together with your underwear as your cock sprung free finally after being trapped in your running shorts. Hyewon gave your already hardened cock a few jerks which caused you to leak some pre cum.

Gathering the pre cum, Hyewon licked the tip of your cock to taste the pre cum before taking your whole cock into her mouth. 

You moaned out immediately as Hyewon started her blowjob. You didn’t expect that coming to the gym alone would end up in the bathroom with your crush Kang Hyewon whilst she gave you the best blowjob you have ever received. You were feeling too much pleasure to care that you are now inside the female changing room with no pants on.

As Hyewon continued to suck your cock, you were feeling pleasure that you have never felt before. True to her words, she definitely knew how to deal with your boner. She didn’t miss a spot, she used her tongue and her sucking skills to the maximum. It was just too good, much better than any blowjobs you have received from previous girlfriends. 

After a while, confident that your cock was lubricated with enough of Hyewon’s saliva, Hyewon slowed down her sucking and eventually released your cock with a popping noise. 

“I know you wanted to see these” Hyewon said as she rolled her sports bra up and exposed her perfect pair of tits.

They were so perfect and so soft, makes you want to play with it so bad. However, before you had a chance to do so, Hyewon laid down on one of the benches pulled her leggings off and showed you her pink panties with a wet stain on them telling you that she’s ready.

“Come on, let’s get some cardio done” Hyewon said as you approached her and ripped her pink panties apart, tearing them off in the process.

You didn’t need a second invitation to fuck Hyewon’s pussy, with you lining up your cock on her pussy entrance, you thrusted into Hyewon for the first time. Almost immediately, the blowjob from earlier was no longer the best thing ever happened to you. 

You both moaned at the pleasure you were receiving.

Hyewon’s pussy wasn’t what you call tight, but it was nevertheless perfect. It fits your cock perfectly, there was enough space for you to thrust in and out of freely whilst also giving your cock enough pleasure and giving yourself enough stimulation. The warm and wetness of it was giving you extra sensation as you pound Hyewon in missionary position.

“Fuck Hyewon, your pussy is perfect” you moaned out

It wasn’t the most comfortable shag you have had you had to admit. On a hard bench in the changing room of a gym. However, the pleasure that your cock was receiving from fucking Hyewon’s pussy was overriding the uncomfortable bench that you were fucking Hyewon on. 

“Shut ahh up a-a-an-and get o-ooh-o-on with your workout” Hyewon blurted out in between moans.

The scene was so hot. The sweat that you both had from previous workout, you still having your t shirt on, Hyewon’s perfect body underneath you whilst you slip inside her wet pussy and the moans that filled the room. It would be impossible for anyone in the changing room to not hear you two fucking with the echoing moans that Hyewon was making.

Her moans only grew louder and louder, as Hyewon was breathing heavier and heavier. struggling to keep her moans in sync. Her pussy was also getting wetter and tighter.

“Fff-fuc-fuck I’mmm c-cl-c-c-closee-ee” Hyewon moaned out, telling you that she was close to her orgasm.

You could feel it in her, she was only seconds away from orgasming, it felt like your mission to get her to cum as you only responded by thrusting faster and harder as your hands roamed towards her exposed tits to play with it. Kneading it like it was a dough and flicking her nipples occasionally to try and push her off the edge. Her tits were soft like you imagined, as you continued to play with them whilst thrusting in and out of her pussy.

The extra sensation seemed to have pushed Hyewon into her orgasm as she moaned and screamed whilst her pussy clamps around your cock and coats your cock with her juices. It was hot, Hyewon’s orgasm was hot, but it was also loud. So loud that you stopped your thrustin, leant down and made out with her so she could be quieter.

“Mmmm mmmm mmm” Hyewon moans were muffled as she cums hard, shakes violently whilst making out with you, moaning into your mouth.

As Hyewon came down from her high, you pulled out of her pussy completely and help her stand up. Her legs were weak at first but with a little bit of help she managed to stand on her own. You meanwhile sat down on the bench with your cock still hard and proud waiting to enter Hyewon’s pussy again.

“I’ve done my bit of cardio, now your turn” you instructed Hyewon.

“My pleasure” Hyewon smirked.

She turned around, her perfect round butt facing you as she squatted a little bit before slowly backing herself onto you. Carefully and slowly guide herself onto your cock. Once she felt that the tip was poking at her entrance, Hyewon slammed herself hard onto your cock, her butt and your crotch made a slapping sound as they connected before she started to dictate the pace with how fast she should ride you.

You didn’t know how, but after the orgasm it felt like Hyewon’s pussy felt even better. Maybe it was the fact that this time Hyewon was the one doing all the work and she knows what she needs to do, or maybe it was the fact that her orgasm made her pussy wetter which meant it gave you smoother thrusts but it was so good that you could feel yourself building towards your own orgasm.

Moaning noises and skin slapping noises filled the room as Hyewon continued to ride you whilst you were sat down and she was squatting and riding your cock like an absolute professional. You snaked your hands back onto her perfect soft tits and played around with them.

However, as Hyewon continued to ride you in that position, you felt yourself nearing the end. It was something that you never wanted to end, but unfortunately it has to. You could feel that tingling sensation in your crotch area, you were close to your own orgasm.

“Oh fuck get off me Hyewon” were the words you never wanted to say but you had to “I’m going to cum”

“Paint me” Hyewon moaned out as she dismounted herself from your cock.

You stood up as Hyewon got back onto her knees, you were jerking off your cock furiously. It doesn’t feel as good as fucking Hyewon’s pussy but it was better than not being able to finish at all. Hyewon tilted her head upwards, took her sports bra off and pushed her tits up with her arms anticipating for the grand finale.

It didn’t take long, only took about a dozen of strokes until you reach your peak. Thick white semen shot out the tip of your cock and landed all over Hyewon’s body. The first few shots were strong and they landed on Hyewon’s face, painting her perfect features white before the rest shot out of your cock and landed on Hyewon’s soft boobs. 

Once your orgasm died down, Hyewon took your cock back into her mouth, gave it a quick clean and sucked all the last drops of cum that didn’t shot out of your cock which caused you to spasm a little bit as you were still sensitive after your orgasm.

“F-ff-fuck I’m still sensitive” you moaned out.

“Can’t waste any of that delicious protein” Hyewon tasted your cum and licked her lips.

Still breathing heavily, you went and grabbed Hyewon a towel to wipe off the cum on her body and face before you both put your clothes back on. For you it was easy, but for Hyewon it was a bit more difficult as her panties were literally torn. However, she managed to get dressed and disposed her panties before putting back on her black hoodie to cover any stains of cum on her body that she might have missed whilst cleaning herself.

As you were prepared to leave Hyewon suddenly spoke up.

“Pick me up outside the faculty of arts building at 7 tonight” Hyewon said.

“For what and why at 7” you questioned.

“A date, do you not want to go on a date with me after we fucked?” Hyewon followed up with a question.

“Yes, but can’t we go now? It’s not like there’s anything fancy on campus” you explained.

“At least let me go back take a shower and put some new panties on first, I smell like sweat and your cum” Hyewon said.

“Fine, see you at 7 then” you gave her a kiss on the lips before walking out the door, making sure nobody saw you coming out of the female changing room.

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If you think I should write a part 2 about what happened after their first date please put it in the comments below

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley - NSFW A-Z Headcanons

[Masterlist]

A - Aftercare (what he is like after sex): He always cleans you up whether its a bath or shower or just him wiping you down in bed (because we all know he leaves your legs weak af). Surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly) he will cuddle.

B - Body part (his favorite body part of yours): He loves your lips. He loves kissing them, touching them, biting them. Of course, he loves when you use them on him whether you're kissing him all over or going down on him. The way they look when they're wrapped around his cock is enough to nearly send him over the edge each time.

C - Cum (where does he like to put it): He's a big fan of you swallowing, but before you do he wants to see it on your tongue. He also likes finishing inside you and making sure some gets on your inner thighs. Every now and then he wants to finish on your face or body just to make a mess of you.

D - Dirty secret (something only you know): He likes a little anal play. I mean...you playing with him, putting a finger up there and playing with his prostate gets him off harder than ever.

E - Experience (how experienced he is): This man definitely doesn't need any practice. He knows how to fuck, how to make love, how to use his tongue and those thick fingers. Even if it's his first time trying something, he catches on real quick.

F - Favorite position: I could say doggystyle, which he absolutely loves, but what he loves more is you on top. It doesn't necessarily mean you're in control because he will sit up, hold you tight, and fuck up into you with all his might. He gets to see your face as you fall apart on him.

G - Goofy (is he silly or playful during): Not really. He may throw you a smirk here and there, but most of the time he's too focused on getting you off to be silly.

H - Hair (does he manscape): He may do a little something, but not much. He isn't very hairy in the first place.

I - Intimacy (small romantic things he may do): He's big on holding your hand whether you're fucking or making love. Sometimes he'll even cup your cheek. A few times, your orgasms have been so intense that you cry and he will wipe and kiss your tears away.

J - Jack off (does he masturbate, how often...): He does but it's not a regular occurrence for him. Buuuut if we're talking mutual masturbation HELL YEAH. He loves when you watch him.

K - Kink: He has a panty kink. He makes you keep them on during sometimes. Maybe a breeding kink because he loves finishing inside you.

L - Location (where he likes to do it): He knows there's nothing better than a bed, but if y'all are out in the field and his blood is up after an intense moment, he will find any place he can to fuck you till you can't stand.

M - Motivation (what gets him in the mood): You. Plain and simple. It could be the way you look at him, the way you say his name, what you're wearing.

N - NO (something he absolutely will not do): Hit you. A spank here and there is fine, but do not ask him to hit you anywhere else even if it's for pleasure. That's a hard no for him.

O - Oral (giving or receiving, skill...): The man is a beast at oral and he would do it all day if he could. He's certainly a giver but he does not mind you going down on him. Something about you on your knees in front of him and being able to look down at you drives him crazy.

P - Pace (slow, fast, sensual...): He can do it anyway you like. He loves it rough, of course, because he loves making you fall apart and whimper. But he knows he can do that when being slow and sensual as well. He loves the intensity of being able to look into your eyes while taking you gently as well.

Q - Quickie (how does he feel about them): He's down for them but only once in a while.

R - Risk (experiment, trying new things): Yes, definitely. He will try anything at least once because he could end up enjoying it. Plus, he just has a hard time saying no to you.

S - Stamina (how long can he last, how many rounds): He lasts as long as you need him to. He's not stopping until you get off at least 4 times. And even when he does cum, it doesn't take long for him to get ready again.

T - Toy (does he own toys? use them?): You are the one who helped him experiment with them. He loves using them on you now. His favorite is using a vibrator on you while fucking you. He also loves using toys on you just so he can watch you get off.

U - Unfair (is he a tease): He can be sometimes but his favorite thing is to overstimulate you. You always have one more for him when he asks.

V - Volume (sounds, how loud): He can be pretty vocal. Moans and grunts, curses. He mostly talks dirty. He'd rather hear you make sounds for him.

W - Wildcard (random HC): He likes phone sex. He knows how much you like hearing him get off. He's also a pro at talking dirty so phone sex is so good with him.

X - X-ray (how's he hanging): He is bigger than average but he has more girth so the stretch gets you each time. Of course, he takes his time getting you ready and takes his time sliding into you.

Y - Yearning (sex drive): He's always yearning for you, but it doesn't have to be sex. He's content just kissing you for a while. Honestly, the man can go any time and any place because you're downright irresistible to him.

Z - (does he go right to sleep after or is there pillow talk): He rarely falls asleep immediately after because he needs to take care of you afterwards. He is more relaxed after though and he will talk to you. He will watch you fall asleep before he does.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2

[lowkeyrobin]

Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤

ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???

QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era

warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex

genre ; fluff

word count ; 858

masterlist

Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.

he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream

such a little tease

back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos

you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them

also ranking Discord memes

so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO

"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"

"I thought Thanos was your true love?"

"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"

once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft

you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later

youd often help him with lore ideas

he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends

you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them

the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀

lore goes fuckin crazy with that

while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome

Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes

you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat

the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild

also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes

also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man

youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you

taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham

also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces

Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>

Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy

teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two

playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him

how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)

your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters

hella fanart and fanfictions man

try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him

he purposefully does shit to make you laugh

reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n

youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were

"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"

"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"

"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"

"what"

promoting the quackityhq merch religiously

also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one

him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot

tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes

youd both be frequently trending on twitter

hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>

playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus

sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys

he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend

whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins

he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it

lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face

would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"

"mOooOooOoOoM"

genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it

he starts sending good morning and good night texts

he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart

will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity oneshot #quackity headcannons #quackityhq x reader #quackity #qsmp x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader

[sunflowergirl522]

Bat Your Eyes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: you got to Corroded Coffins show with Steve and Robin hoping to get the chance to see Eddie after so long without.

Word Count: 1705

Eddie Masterlist

Eddie’s dream has been to be a rockstar since he first picked up a guitar. You’ve known that since you’ve known him and you’ve always had nothing but support for him. So when the band finally got big you were so insanely happy and excited for him and even though it ended up meaning the two of you became distant and eventually stopped talking to each other you still had nothing but support to show for him.

So as soon as it was announced that Corroded Coffin was going to be playing in Indianapolis you immediately bought tickets and booked a hotel. You didn’t even ask Robin if she wanted to go with you until a week later even though you already got a second and third ticket. You knew she’d say yes and ask if Steve could come too. 

Steve drove all of you down the morning before the concert so you could check into the hotel and eat something before getting ready for it and leaving. Robin thought the two of you were ridiculous for wanting to get ready so early but then Steve started to take twenty minutes on just his hair. She had just dressed that morning in what she was going to wear which were just her regular clothes but with her jean jacket that has a Corroded Coffin patch on the back of it.

“So, do you guys think we’re gonna like actually see him tonight? Because that’ll be cool, we haven’t seen Eddie since the last time he visited Hawkins to see Wayne.” You really weren’t sure but nerves were racking your stomach at the thought of it.

You saw Eddie even less recently than Steve and Robin have. And the two of you have had a more complicated relationship than he had with the others. The two of you were constantly on and off dating or just being friends with benefits and you were on when he first left with the band. It broke your heart to break it off with him but he’d wanted this for so long and you wanted him to have the full experience with groupies and everything without having to worry about you. 

“I think we have a good chance.” Steve speaks, not looking away from where he’s fixing his hair in the mirror. “We’re getting there early enough that we should catch them as they’re heading inside.”

“Yeah, but aren’t there going to be like a million fans doing the same thing and trying to get their attention.”

“Yeah but we have Y/n and they don’t.” He points your way with his comb making you freeze where you’re finishing applying your makeup.

“What does that mean?”

“You just have to bat your eyes his way and he’ll be tripping over himself to get to you and in relation us.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” You can’t stop the scoff that comes out of your mouth as you speak.

“Of course it is! Everyone knows about the two of your history and he’s always talking or asking about you when we see him.”

“He talks about me?” Robin either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t want to acknowledge it because she keeps talking.

“And look at you, you’re a total babe! Especially tonight. As long as he gets a glimpse of you he’ll be heading our way in no time.” You look down at your outfit. As you take in the skin tight faux leather miniskirt, ripped fishnets, and black lace corset top you have to admit Robin does sort of have a point. You’re still hung up on the fact that he talks about you still.

“Robins right, we’re definitely seeing Eddie tonight.” Steve finally finishes his hair and turns to take in your appearance as well. “Are we all ready to go?”

“We’ve been ready dingus, you took too long.”

You all got to the venue way too early but you weren’t the only ones with this idea there was still a small crowd when you arrived. But you were still able to get a spot in the front so you’d all be in Eddie’s line of sight when he got there. The three of you wait there for an hour and a half before the band's car pulls up for them to get out and the fans start pushing and screaming.

Preshow jitters were something Eddie was used to having, he still couldn’t completely believe that he was here and the band made it. But the fact that this show is the first one they’ve been able to play anywhere close to Hawkins has him a little extra jittery. Sure he’s entertained the idea of seeing his friends tonight, that they’d make the trip to see him. But he entertained the idea that you would be there even more, so much so that his hopes are up and if he doesn’t see you tonight he’ll be straight on his way to Hawkins after the show.

The rest of the guys have been teasing him about it nonstop. But he knows that they hope you show up as much as he does. They got so used to you being around for shows and practices that being on tour and making music without you feels like a part of the band isn’t there. 

Eddie loved you, he knows that, he’s known that for a while now. Since you broke it off with him before he left Hawkins and probably even before that. He understood why you did it but it broke his heart and he had a hard time for a while. He even stopped calling you so much because he couldn’t take hearing about flirty Hugh at the record store anymore. He missed you like crazy though always wishing you were around when he visited Wayne and then the gang. If you showed up tonight or not he was going to ask you to come with them the rest of the tour and get his girl back.

“Alright Eddie, what do you think, is she coming tonight?” Gareth asks right before the car stops. Other than Eddie he had been the closest with you. The fans' screams fill the car as Jeff opens the door to get out.

“I don’t know.” Gareth offers him a nod before following Jeff out of the car.

You aren’t screaming or jumping around the way everyone else in the crowd is. At least not until you see Gareth start getting closer to your spot, then you start yelling his name and waving your arms. Gareth was basically family to you, his own taking you in and giving you a place to stay when your mom and dad would leave you alone for weeks at a time. Even when you were old enough to watch over yourself you found yourself on their doorstep. Their home became yours at some point and you still go visit his parents every weekend.

As soon as he spots you a huge grin takes over his face and he starts ignoring everyone else around him to get to you.

“Y/n! You came!”

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” The fans who had been trying to get his attention turn away when Eddie finally gets out, wanting his instead. “How have all of you guys been?” Your eyes are on Eddie as he signs some things for fans.

“Good, we miss you. He misses you. Will you stick around after the show so the other guys can see you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’ll see you then, enjoy the show!” Gareth squeezes your shoulder before turning and making his way to the door while Steve leans over to whisper in your ear.

“Here he comes, don’t forget to bat your eyes.” You laugh and shove him a little bit and Robin screams his name.

“Eddie! Over here!” Eddie hears Robin's voice screaming and smiles to himself in the middle of signing a picture. What causes his head to shoot up to look in the direction of his friends is the sound of your laughter. It’s a sound that he’d be able to recognize anywhere even though he hasn’t heard it in a while. He nearly stumbles when he spots you smiling because you’re smiling at him. He makes his way over to the three of you as quickly as he can without ignoring every fan on the way.

“Hey guys, Y/n.” He smiles at you as he comes to a stop.

“Hey Eds.” You grab the marker you made Steve bring from his pocket before handing it out to Eddie. “Wanna sign my tits for old times sake?” 

Back when the band was still just playing at the hideout Eddie used to practice how he would sign things. He’d sign pieces of paper, magazines, a photo or two that you would give him for you to keep when they blew up. And then during one of the times the two of you were dating you decided he should start practicing signing tits, so he would practice on yours.

“For you Princess? Anything.” He takes the marker from your hands and ducks down writing ‘Property of Eddie Munson’ on them. Robin and Steve look at each other mouths agape because they did not know you had this planned. “Meet me backstage after the show for old times sake?”

“Course, Gareth already asked me to stick around afterwards.”

“Seal it with a kiss?” You nod at his words, biting your bottom lip. Eddie lets out a quiet groan as he snakes his hand around the back of your neck and brings your face to his own. He makes it a point to tell you and all the fans watching the interaction that you’re still his girl through the kiss. “See you later Sweetheart.” And then he runs into the building knowing the guys are waiting for him inside.

“See, what did I tell you? You batted your eyes and now we’re seeing him backstage to catch up.”

“Steve, I think Eddie wants to do a little more than catch up with our girl here.” You’d laugh at that if you still weren’t so breathless from the kiss. 

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[starsomens]

Okay since you're asking, who am I to not give you some ideas?

So Id love to read something more drammatic if you feel confy. Like scenario: noah goes to the grocery with the kids and meets someone he knows like Davis or anyone else. Got distracted for 2 minutes and BAM. His baby girl is missing.

Classical moment in which a kid goes lost for 5 minutes but the parent freak out.

A/N: I think this formed more like a drable than anything else but enjoy!!

" 'kay princess ready to get groceries?" he asked as he unbuckles her seatbelt in her car seat. You were at home after a very stressful week, so he picked up the errand with your 5 year old daughter Eden. Usually when Noah comes food shopping it's on his own so he could surprise you with flowers, or your favorite snack.

He walks hand in hand with her through the parking lot. Once they were inside he grabs a cart and asks her

"You wanna ride in the cart or you wanna walk?" he always asks her which option she wanted. He thought if he gave her a sense of independence in her choices, she'll be confident in her decisions.

"Mmmm walk!" she said with a bright smile

Noah loved when she smiled that way "Okay princess just stay close okay?" she nods and in they go. Noah liked to involved Eden in his day to day errands. She helped pick apples and some vegetables. They even went to see the lobsters in the tank for a while. He'd watch her walk in front of the cart and just admire how big she's getting.

She used to sit in her car seat on top of the shopping cart, now she's pointing at her favorite juice and snacks all on her own.

"Daddy, can we get snackies?" Eden asked as they passed the candy and snack aisle

"We will baby, just have to grab some other things and we can get your favorite cookies okay?" he said to her

"Okay papa." she answered. They stop at the sanitary aisle and picked some babywipes, make up wipes and he knew you needed some pads, but you recently changed.

"shit" he mumbled to himself and pulled his phone out to call you "hey babe, what size pussy do you wear again?....HAHA it’s fine no one is around….yeah I see those but not the new ones you're using....okay they have regular, plus and ulta....regular alright...okay see you soon, love you..bye" he tosses the pack into the cart and clapped his hands together

"Alright sweetheart lets go pick some cookies..." he expected to hear her cheery voice but didn't get an answer. He looked around him and did see her.

.....WHERE WAS SHE?!

"Eden?" he called looking up and down the aisle. Nothing. "Eden!" he called again

His heart was racing and his mind was going to every place possible. He pushed the cart and rushed to the cookie aisle to see if she was there

"Eden?" not in the cookie aisle....fuck. FUCK! She wasn't there! Normally Noah was calm and collected but this was his baby girl! He's rushing through the store trying to spot her beautiful head of hair, her precious laugh, something!

Oh god and if you found out, you'd rip his head off! How could he lose sight of her?! He was always so careful, always had her near him, never left his sight!

He rushed to customer service and cut some people in line

"Uh yeah I..I." he didn't even know how to form it "My daughter I lost her.. I-I don't know where she is, is there an announcement that could be made? A place to Look o-or-"

"Daddy!" He spins around and sees his little girl. his little Eden, his princess! She runs to him and he scoops her up in his arms. He held her so close, breathed in her scent of soft lavender. his little arms around his neck and he felt such relief as if he could drop to the floor right there. This tiny human in his arms was his absolute world and even the thought of something happening to her terrified him.

"Princess, why did you run off?!" he didn't mean to sound harsh, he was just afraid

"I-I wanted to b..*snif* a big girl a-and, get snack," he rubbed her eyes "i couldn't..f-find y-you" her voice cracks as fat tears spilled from her eyes. his large thumbs wipe them away and he kisses her head

"It's okay baby," he cooed "you're with me, it's okay"

He finished the shopping and got the snacks like he had promised. He put her back in her car seat and bought her a happy meal. By the time he had gotten home, she was fast asleep after such an ordeal had gone down.

"So how was the trip?" you asked putting Eden down on couch so she could keep sleeping. While Noah put things away, you coming to help him

"Well it was...." he thought for a second "....quite a trip."

"You don't say" you say feeling skeptical. While you were still putting things away he just blurts out

"...she wandered off and I lost her for about 5 minutes-"

"WHAT?!"

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[dragjunkie23]

Goth Night

Summary: Sam and Dean head out to a goth club to question some patrons about people that have been going missing in the area. Sam, however, meets someone there and gets a little distracted.

Fluff and implied smut at the end (may make a part 2)

Another week over means a night out with friends. I can finally put on my goth attire that I’m usually not allowed to wear at my daytime job and let loose. Putting the final touches of lipstick, I headed out to the only Goth club in town.

When I arrived, I noticed that there was an increase in security, which usually happened when someone has been hurt at the place. Talking to one of them, they explained that three women went missing a few nights ago and were last seen getting into an old corvette, the same license plate, color and style.

We all agreed to walk out together when leaving the place and to not step foot in a corvette if we were being picked up by Uber or Lyft.

Many people attributed these disappearances to a serial killer. I knew, though, that this was something that even the police could know…

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“Love like Blood” by Killing Joke played over the speakers as I danced along with a few others. We all let loose and just danced the way our body told us to. We didn’t dance to impress. We danced to express.

Looking over at the bar, I noticed two men in suits talking to each other. One had shaggy long hair and the other had it much shorter. To say they looked very out of place here was an understatement as so many of us were in either gothic attire or casual clothing that many clubs would laugh at.

I soon caught eyes with the short hair guy, who smirked and walked up to me. I rolled my eyes and continued to dance, praying that he wouldn’t approach me.

“Hello, Ma’am?”

Here we go.

I turned to look at the short hair man who was giving me a little smile, eyeing me up and down. “If you’re here for my number, sorry but no.”

He chuckled and shook his head, pulling out what looked to be a wallet. Pretty soon, he showed me what appeared to be a badge, indicating that he was with the FBI. “Oh…I’m so sorry, I just…”

“No worries, sweetheart. I was gonna ask for your number but the bartender mentioned you are a regular here and well…I’m not the type to pry. You think we can sit down for a bit while I ask you some questions?”

I stopped dancing and nodded. “Follow me.”

I lead him over to a little more quiet spot where the music was not blaring. I looked over to the man he was sitting with, and saw that he was staring at me. I had to admit, he looked to be more my type. I shot him a little wink to which he just chuckled a bit and looked down on the ground, obviously blushing.

When we got to a table, I learned that the short haired man was named Dean. His last name, however, was a little…odd. I mean, it’s not often you hear the name “Dean Jagger.” I had a feeling he wasn’t FBI, but rather something else.

He began with the basic questions: who the women gone missing were, what they were like, do they have nearby families, all of that. I answered the best I could as while I didn’t know them personally that much, I knew a good amount of information that could possibly lead to them finding a starting point.

“If you ask me, though, I don’t think this is the work of a serial killer,” I said.

“What makes you say that?” he asked.

I gave him a smile, saying “Well…rumors have been circulating that a conventional attractive looking person has been making the rounds to get these women to the corvette…yet they were not different corvettes.”

Dean began to look a little nervous, leading me to conclude that he was, in fact, a hunter. To help put his mind at ease, I took out a bottle I always kept with me at the insistence of my father. It was labeled “Holy Water.”

Sitting it on the table, Dean looked at me with wide eyes. “You…you’re a hunter?” he asked.

“My father was,” I said, “He’s since retired and lays down on the low but…yeah I know about pretty much everything. I just don’t actively hunt.”

“Why are you carrying holy water, then?” he asked.

“My father gave me a couple things as a precaution,” I said, “He encouraged me to live my life the way I see fit but he’s also not stupid to believe that the supernatural won’t come after me.”

Dean began to relax a bit, smiling as he knew he didn’t have to really hide anything about this case. “Well…what are your theories?”

I smiled. “Bring over your friend with the long hair…I’d like to speak with the both of you.”

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It’s not every day that you get to sit down with two of the most notable demon hunters in the country. Once the long hair man had a name (Sam) and they told me their last name was Winchester, I immediately knew who they were.

They were THE hunters, the ones that no other hunter can seem to stop talking about, at least from my experience.

“From what I gathered so far, I think we may be dealing with either an Incubus, Succubus, or possibly both,” I said, “They were saying that these women left with different people but were lead to the same Corvette.”

“That or a siren?” Sam suggested.

“No, sirens tend to not hang around areas that don’t have a huge body of water, though it’s not impossible to think that.”

“Great…last thing we need is another siren case,” Dean said.

“You both handled sirens?”

“Yeah it was…unpleasant to say the least,” Sam said.

Dean just shook his head and stood up. “Welp…I don’t know about you two but I am going to see if I can go home with a hot goth chick tonight. You two…do whatever. Just use protection.”

Sam just glared at Dean as he walked off. I couldn’t help but chuckle as a blush creeped on his face. “Brother trying to set you up?”

“You can say that…though one night stands usually aren’t my thing,” he said.

“Honestly, me neither, but…I make a few exceptions.”

Sam just nodded and looked down at his drink, the blush in his face getting more noticeable. It was honestly adorable. He was adorable but also very hot. How can he manage to be both.

As the night went on, Sam and I got to know each other. I explained how my father is a descendant of a man of letters as well and that I’m technically the first in the family to not be a hunter after years of previous generations taking on the work. “How did you do it?” he asked.

“Honestly? I just never went with my dad to hunt,” I said, “I would either wind up staying at my grandparents or another family member that was at least retired from the life in some way. He taught me a little bit on how to defend myself but never allowed me to actually hunt. I was given the choice at 18 but…seeing how long he’s been away and everything, I didn’t want it at the time.”

“Do you want it now?”

I shrugged. “I’m just going with the flow, Sam. If it happens, then it happens.”

I looked up at him and smiled a bit. “You know, this is the first time I ever really had an in depth conversation with a complete stranger. Most men who hit on me just wanna cut to the chase and take me home.”

“Oh…well um…” Sam said, “You just…seem like a nice person…”

“As do you.” I leaned up to his ear, softly whispering, “But I also know that the quiet, shy ones are always the freakiest. Care to prove me right?”

I looked at Sam who at first had a surprise look on his face, but slowly it turned into lust and a smirk spread on his face. Those dimples…I swear to God they will be the death of me.

“Your place or my motel room?” he asked.

Part 2 coming soon!!

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[sanguineterrain]

Could I request college!Bucky x reader at a carnival with the prompt: “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” 🥰🥰🥰

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

wanted to switch it up, so this time we're doing nerd!bucky <3 my beloved. thank you for the request audra darling!! hope you like :)

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"What do you mean?" Wanda asked, wearing her most angelic pout. "I didn't talk you into anything, Y/N."

You pointed a finger at her. 

"This is a ridiculous ritual. I came here for the funnel fries and nothing more."

"It's a tradition! Running into the water reminds you to tough out your year. When you feel unsure during the semesters, you'll remember you braved the cold ocean."

"I have anxiety; I don't need to catch pneumonia to push myself to turn assignments in on time."

"You're not going to catch pneumonia, Y/N. Come on, this is our last year. Do this for me?"

She laid it on thick, batting her lashes and sticking her lips out. 

"Alright already. You can stop with the pouting."

Begrudgingly, you shed your t-shirt and shorts, now left in your bathing suit which you'd honestly had no intention of making use of. The sun had long since set, meaning the waves were especially frigid, summertime or not. 

"After this we'll do anything you want," Wanda promised. "Any game, any deep-fried delicacy."

"You're damn right," you grumbled, hands clutching your biceps. 

"Man, you're crazy!"

You turned, spotting a cluster of students. They were all in minimal clothing, as if it was ninety degrees outside. On the outskirts was Bucky Barnes, quietly watching, hands shoved into his pockets. 

"See?" Wanda's voice startled you. "He's here too. All the more reason to go in."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you announced. "Come on, let's get this over with."

"Class of '23, let's go!" 

Wanda hooked her arm under yours and dragged you into the water. You squealed as it lapped at your knees, already feeling the chill.

"What a way to end the year," Wanda grinned. 

She let go of you and ducked her head under the water, popping back up with a splash, long hair spraying you. You shielded yourself as best you could, whining at your now damp hair. 

"That's it. I'm going back," you huffed, teeth already chattering. 

You waded out of the water, slipping on your flip-flops. They squished with every step, and you shook like a leaf as you bent to retrieve your clothes. 

"Wan, you made it!" 

Natasha Romanoff jogged over, flanked by her regular group of friends, most of whom you didn't recognize. Except Bucky, of course, but that was only because he was in your chemistry class. And you'd had a rather enormous crush on him the whole year. 

You patted your hair and hung to the side, waiting while Wanda fraternized. 

"Of course I did; I wouldn't miss the Senior Dip!" 

Everyone's hair was wet but none of them seemed to mind. What were they, superheroes? Why were you the only one shivering like a drowned rat?

"This is my friend, Y/N." Wanda waved at you. You flip-flopped over, sandals clacking loudly. 

"Hey," Natasha greeted. "Hope you're having fun."

"Oh, sure. A grand old time."

Natasha gestured to her friends, introducing them. Sam, Steve, Maria and Carol. You politely returned their hi's. 

"Bucky should be around here somewhere. I think you two know each other, don't you?" 

You perked up. Natasha's smile was way too knowing. You glanced at Wanda, who belied nothing. 

"Yeah, we're in the same class," you said slowly. 

"You must be freezing," she tutted, shaking her head. "You know what? I think I have an extra sweatshirt. You can borrow it if you'd like. It's huge, perfect for warming up."

"Oh, wow. That would be great," you nodded eagerly. 

Natasha gestured for you to follow her to the beach chairs. She dug through one of the bags for a moment, then sighed, hands on her hips. 

"I could've sworn I had it."

"It's okay, I'm heading back to the carnival anyway…"

"No, no, wait. Bucky! Hey, Bucky!"

Bucky jogged over, hair already dry and fluffy. He adjusted his glasses on his nose. 

"Hi." His voice was soft, exactly how it was in class, even when he knew every answer. "We heading back?"

"In a bit. You know Y/N, right?" 

Bucky blinked, suddenly seeing you, lips parting. 

"Oh, yeah, yes. Hi. We have Professor Pruitt together. You sit next to me."

"Yeah, I do." The fact that he knew who you were was enough to warm you to your toes. 

"Great! So, Bucky, Y/N is super cold. I thought I had an extra sweatshirt with me but it's in the car! I don't want her to get sick."

"Oh," he said, nodding. He went to his own bookbag, pulling out the jacket you'd seen him wear a million times, dark blue with some sci-fi emblem on the sleeve. You'd always wanted to ask him about it but ended up backing down every time. 

"Here," Bucky offered gently. "Take my jacket, it's cold outside. Especially by the water. Um, it-it's clean."

"Won't you be cold?" 

He shook his head. "I'll be okay. I wouldn't want you to get sick."

That part was a bit of an exaggeration, in your opinion. But under Natasha's watchful gaze, you took the jacket, sliding your arms through and zipping it up. 

"Awesome, awesome. We'll head back soon. Nice meeting you, Y/N!" And Natasha was off, leaving you and Bucky alone. 

You pushed a lock of hair aside, just your fingers peeking out the sleeves. Bucky’s cheeks grew pink. 

"It looks good on you," he said quietly. You snorted. 

"I don't know, pretty sure it fits you better. Matches your eyes."

The blush deepened. "O-oh. Thank you."

You smiled, feeling jittery. You'd never had a full conversation with him before. Confident though he was in class, Bucky seemed to be extremely shy outside. You decided to take the lead. 

"So what's this thing?" you asked, pointing to the sleeve. "Is it Star Wars or something?" 

"No, it's uh, from a science fiction comic I really like. It's pretty old—it started in the fifties. Actually, this is an updated one from the seventies, 'cause the old one referred to the very first comic released, but then they did this storyline where the main characters find this book and the book unlocks these other universes, so—"

Bucky stopped, wincing. "Sorry. I'm rambling. You don't want to hear that."

"No, it's cool. I don't know much about that stuff. So is it supposed to be like Earth surrounded by other Earths? To represent the other worlds?" 

Bucky lit up, nodding. "Yeah, yeah. And that's what it became known for, the comics. They were kind of revolutionary in the genre, so it's meant to show that."

"That's really clever."

Bucky kind of looked like you'd just hung the moon for him. 

You glanced behind you. Wanda didn't show any signs of breaking away anytime soon, clearly enamored by a certain member of the robotics team. She'd catch up. 

"So, um, is this your first Senior Dip?" he asked. 

"First and last. You know, giving it a cute name doesn't make the water warmer."

Bucky laughed, nose scrunching adorably. You smiled slightly, shifting your weight. 

"My friends dragged me to this one too," he admitted. "Said I needed to loosen up."

"They're just jealous you're super smart."

There was that blush again. You were quickly becoming fond of it. 

"You're smart too," he said.

"Chemistry isn't my strong suit," you sighed. "Good thing Pruitt is nice."

"It's an advanced class. You should give yourself more credit," Bucky reasoned. 

You hummed, watching him for a moment. 

"Do you like crepes? I've had my eye on the cart since we got here, but Wanda's a glutton for punishment, as you can see."

"Oh. T-together? Yes, I mean, I like them. I can, uh, walk you, if you'd like. I know it's dark—not that I'm saying you can't take care of yourself! But—"

"Bucky," you gently interrupted.

"Hmm?"  

You tilted your head, chewing your lip to keep from breaking into a full grin. 

"You're sweet."

The tips of his ears darkened.

"Thank you." 

"I want you to walk me. And I also want you to tell me more about these comics. Over a chocolate crepe. Okay?" 

He nodded, far too cute for his own good. Hm. Maybe the Senior Dip wasn't so bad after all.

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[sunshine-zenith]

Aight so, I’m a blood donation phlebotomist and whenever I see fictional blood drives in media, I have Thoughts. Here are a few quick thoughts on the blood drive in F&C’s episode “The Star”

We don’t actually see the blood drive, which actually saves my sanity a little bit. The charity ball seems to take place on one of the top floors, and let me tell ya, hauling our equipment through elevators kinda sucks — there’s a lot of it, it’s heavy, and we typically only have 45min-1hr to set up, and elevators really cut into that. Gary and Marshall had to run up/down a set of stairs to get to the elevator, too, so unless the blood drive was in an off screen office or like someone’s room (since Marshall, Gary, and Hana all change pretty quick off screen, meaning rooms gotta be close by), it’s kinda impossible to have a blood drive in this specific scenery. I’m hoping the actual blood drive was in a lobby or something, because otherwise I’d lose like seventeen years from my life just imagining the set up.

I’m kinda hoping the blood drive was in the afternoon, before the charity ball, since this seems to be taking place in the evening. It’s not fun having to drop blood off at the lab at three in the morning

The posters? Fire, love them. Collection staff (the ones who set up, break down, do the mini-physicals, and of course the phlebotomies themselves) typically aren’t sent with posters because we are not given enough time, space in the trucks, or frankly money to deal with that, but it’s not unheard of for the people in our organizations who actually set the drives up to go out themselves and add a little pizzazz. Alternatively (and more likely), Hana just commissioned a bunch of posters with blood puns for this event

Everyone is dressed up and thats lowkey stressful. They’re just asking to get blood on their nice suits and dresses

The fact that there’s a bunch of food at the charity event? Love that. Seeing that would save me from worrying about our donors (entirely too many will jump off the bed, say I’m fine, bypass the canteen area, and pass out in parking lot. Jfc just take the fucking cookie and sit for a sec dude, dropping a pint of blood is not a total non-event, c’mon). I’m guess this is a closed blood drive (meaning only people from this event can donate), and most of the people attending seem to be in the food business, so there’s a social obligation to have at least some for the sake of networking, so win-win

That said, if you’re hosting a blood drive as part of an event, this event has/is centered around food, and you don’t give the phlebotomists any, you’re a dick and there’s a good chance that if you make this a regular blood drive, it’ll be constantly understaffed because of angry call outs. We talk, y’all, and we remember

Also one this I’m horrified by? The alcohol — listen, at least one person at every blood drive makes a cheap date joke. We don’t follow you home, we can’t stop you from making the choices you mark when you’re out of our care. TBH I did this myself once, donated blood then had alcohol later, and I was alright, just super tired super quick (and I frankly have zero interest in doing this again). Everybody is different, every body is different. Some people are fine

Some people end up super sick and dizzy after like one drink because, again, dropping a pint of blood is not a non-event. Just make smart choices, y’all

Imma say having alcohol at a big important charity event right after donating blood isn’t a smart choice. Because networking and business and you’ll be quickly shitfaced at best. Is that the risk you wanna take?

That mascot tho. (Brilliant Ricardio cameo). We have a masco, I think most blood banks do, but we typically don’t haul it around with us. A big charity event though? Yeah, it makes sense that someone would bring it. I personally would rather throw it out the window than wear it myself, but it��s still fun to see

I haven’t seen anyone mention this on social media, but I want to point out the amazing timing of this episode in regards to blood donation qualifications.

CW for references to sexual activity and the now lifted MSM blood donor ban

In August of 2023, this year and like a month before this episode came out, the FDA finally officially lifted the MSM blood ban (earlier this year the mad cow disease ban was also lifted, too). Gotta acknowledge this: Now we we have to ask about specific sexual behaviors (anal sex with a new partner), which can result in a three month deferral. Super fun to ask conservative grandmas in churches btw. I’m queer, a lot of my coworkers are queer, you have no idea how much this means to us, let alone the population affected by this ban. I’m kinda surprised there wasn’t any nod to the MSM ban at all, though — Gary and Marshall are a MLM couple, after all, and even if they aren’t sexual active yet, it’s still something that hung over a lot of MLM individuals. I know the blood drive was a super clever nod to the whole “in another universe he’s a vampire” thing, but still, characters curse on the reg, there’s blood and gore, and there’s a focus on adult specific issues like rent and starting a business — you’d think there’d be an ambitiously worded nod to this specific MLM issue or something. It can take over a year to get an animate episode ready to air — when F&C started production, the ban was still very much a thing. Maybe the creators were aware of the ADVANCE study on removing the MSM ban that would’ve been going on at the time, and were being optimistic about how long it would take, or maybe there was a line that was cut when the ban was lifted. Or maybe the creators just wanted the Vampire->AU Blood Drive gag and hoped no one would think about it

#adventure in certifiable vampirism #adventure time Fionna and cake #long post #adventure time #gary prince #prince gumball #marshall lee abadeer #hana abadeer #Gumlee #spoilers #msm blood donor ban #homophobia #kinda? listen the fact that ban lasted as long as it did was messed up and it’s about damn time it was lifted

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SWYAATL 15: Dear Comrade

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x fem! Reader

Warnings: alcohol, young adults being horknee, depression at the end

Summary: “Yeah, I am. I’m glad I found you.” You mumble the last bit, plucking the leftover flowers from your dress until you hold the branch of the forget-me-not between your fingers. “And even though we’ll go our separate ways next week, I’m glad we’re friends. It’s weird … you’re someone I don’t want to forget, Eren Jaeger.” You offer him the flower. His eyes, now a dark green, are nothing like the soft blue—they’re different in so many ways, but you like them. Eren takes the flowers from you, looks at it like he doesn’t know what to do with it, and settles for putting it in your hair, behind your ear. “I won’t just disappear, you know,” he says, an exasperated tone swinging in his voice as though he’s talking to a three-year-old that’s still struggling with object permanence.

Notes: [01] || [14] | [16]

Words: 9k

A/N: Here we go, folks. Arc 1 of the story is over. I've already started working on Arc 2, and I've already noticed how fast-paced it is compared to what I've written until now. That being said, I can't tell when updates will resume, but I'll take a break from uploading for AoT for the time being. Once I'm back in the new year, I hope I can bring you a more regular upload schedule, but no promises.

Thank you everyone who's been on this ride for me, I can't thank you enough. Especially for the overwhelming love people show for Emil (I'm so surprised there are only asks about him on Tumblr than on the other AoT characters).

15: Dear Comrade

Commander Erwin Smith is a tall, impressive man. You’ve grown used to a handful of the other boys looming over you, but nobody manages to quite tower as Erwin does, making you feel small and insignificant even though you’re supposed to be the most important figure tonight. He’s wearing a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled back to his elbows. With arms the size of logs and shoulders wider than the Walls, nobody dares to stand in his way.

It immediately sobers you up. Now you wish you’d at least worn a jacket or something.

He gives you an elegant, curtsy bow, offering his broad-palmed hand on which a wooden chip rests. “Might I ask for this dance, Maienkoenigin?”

“Uhm”, you say very intelligently. Sir, yes, Sir, is what you should have said. Instead, you blurt, “Should you be out here at all?”

Erwin doesn’t appear bothered by your question—then again, you think more is needed to throw the Commander of the Survey Corps off balance than a skimpy dressed, tipsy woman just fresh out of Cadet Corps.

“Should I and my men not be allowed to join the revelries from time to time?” he asks in return.

You can feel your face ablaze with shame. “I—I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to, Sir.”

Erwin chuckles. “At ease,” he says. “I must admit, I am out here not only for pleasure. I came to have a first look at the cadets. The Survey Corps is always on the lookout for promising new recruits.” He waits patiently for you to finally settle your hand in his, and turns his head to see which song the band strikes up next. On the other side of the plaza, the two string musicians each begin playing different songs, stop, and laugh at their error. When they bow their instruments this time, there’s harmony and the crowd moves in tandem; amongst all the other faces, you spot Marco spinning Mina, and over there is Ymir forcing another tankard of beer down Christa’s throat. It makes you giggle; you want nothing more than to join you friends on the other side of the plaza and dance with Mina and Marco and kiss them both, and find Jean and tell him how much he means to you and how glad you are that he is part of your life—oh, and the Shiganshina three, the Golden Trio, there’s so much you need to tell them, especially Eren, oh Eren—

“I imagine everyone must be excited about graduation,” Erwin says, easily spinning you out of the path of a boisterous couple kicking up their legs in every direction, and successfully yanking your thoughts away from your friends and back to him. “Has anyone voiced their interest in joining the Scouts?”

Your thoughts go right back to Eren, who burns so bright it blinds you whenever he speaks about the Scouts. Mikasa will follow him, of course. There is little you imagine she wouldn’t do for him. And where Mikasa and Eren go, Armin follows. You feel as though with those three alone, the Scouts are about to obtain a whole squad.

“Some,” you say, and try hard not to flinch when Erwin places his hand at the small of your back, leading you through the crowd. He’s an experienced dancer, and you wonder if that’s a hiring requisition for superior ranks. “Though opinions are split, and not in the Scout’s favour.”

You feel Erwin’s gaze on you. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that. But then he gives a small, crooked smile, and says, “When is it ever? That doesn’t stop us from doing what we have to do.”

“What’s it like?” Your voice is so quiet, you doubt he hears your words. “The outside?”

Erwin is quiet for a moment. Even though his hands don’t stop to guide you for a moment, he feels as though his mind is far away. In the end, he settles for, “There’s still so much I don’t know,” but he speaks it in a whisper as though they are meant for him alone.

The dance goes on and on; everything spins so fast: the music, the laughter, the warmth from living people. Girls and women spin in circles, their hair—black, brown, scarlet, and metal gold—flows like banners in the wind, and amidst them, silver flashes like a shiny coin. Like the moonlight flashing between dark clouds and illuminating the endless, dark night.

You trip over your own feet, staring in that direction. The only reason you don’t fall is because Erwin catches your arm in time, steadying you. “Is everything alright?” he asks, but it seems very far away. You tear away from him and dive into the crowd in search of what you’ve seen—who you have seen, because there is no mistake that only one person wears hair woven from silver starlight.

Dizzy and disorientated, you dart through the crowd towards the fountain, shouldering people aside, using your knees and elbows as weapons. Cheers and calls follow you which you ignore—you want to be invisible to them all, to throw away the crown and run back to the meadow, run across it barefoot hand in hand with—

The band’s song haunts you; the melody, their voices—it is the only thing that you can hear while running towards him.

 

O let the earth a-tumble, love, And humble you withal, Keep running. It’s up to you now, Up to you now, love to

Love run, love run For all the things you’ve done Run for all the things that drum Run for all those pages thumbed

Love run, love run For all the things we wished we’d done Run from all you know that’s coming Run to show that love’s worth running to.

 

When you emerge from the crowd, panting and with your heart trying to break free from your chest, no one with silver hair is waiting for you on the other side. It shouldn’t surprise you, yet you only realise now how much you’ve hoped, how much you’ve depended on the possibility that somehow, by the smallest chance, Emil would appear and surprise you. It feels as though you are losing him all over again—you are an open wound that you have no idea how to close. Tears burn behind your eyes, suddenly the emotions are so overwhelming you feel like you’re drowning in them.

You need to leave. As fast, as far away as you can until you can breathe again, until it doesn’t feel as though you are missing one of your limbs.

You turn and dash towards a narrow side alley—and bump into a solid, hard back. Before you can mumble an apology, a very familiar voice brightens the dark pit in your chest.

“Hey, what’s up?” Eren asks.

You tip your head back to look up at him. Eren used to be your height when you started out in the Cadet Corps, but now he looms over you, almost a whole head taller. Something about seeing him right now takes the wind out of your sails—you’ve searched for a haven and while you haven’t arrived where you want to be, maybe you’ve arrived where you need to be.

“I—I’m okay. I’m okay now,” you respond finally, unable to look away from Eren’s face. He dips his chin a little, as if sensing there is more you’re about to say, but when nothing comes, he gives you a crooked smile and turns to disappear back into the crowd. Something about the sight of his broad shoulders retreating closes up your throat, wedges sharp needles into your mouth.

“Stay,” you say, catching his wrist, feeling his hot skin. Eren stops, turns slowly. “Don’t leave. Please.”

He looks up from your hand to your face and studies it; studies your face for the answers to the questions flickering in his eyes. They pierce through you, hook right under your skin. Usually, you’d hate to lie bare and vulnerable before someone, but it’s different with Eren. Until recently, there was only one person whose thoughts you cared to know—what they thought about you, specifically. Now, Eren has become that person.

Slowly, Eren reaches for your hand and untangles it from his shirt. Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach, but before you can say anything or move away, he takes your hand and leads you away from the feast through narrow alleyways, hidden away from prying eyes. It’s quiet here, and deeply dark. A few couples have sought that secrecy and are together now, joined at the lips, pressed close against the walls. Another song has begun, but slower.

Eren slows only when you reach the gates leading outside Trost District. He leads you off the path to where the grass fields stretch like silver patches under the moonlight. Immediately, you notice how much easier breathing is out here in this quiet, calm place. You take off your flower crown and drop it behind a crate, and hope you will never have to wear a crown again.

You find an empty spot down by the riverbank and sink down into the grass, the earth still warm from the day’s sunlight. You’re surprised. For the loud mouth Eren is, he can be quiet when it matters. The only light source comes from a big campfire people have put up near the water. It casts Eren in a warm glow that softens the planes of his face. He looks younger—like on the day you met on the first day of training when his eyes looked big for his face. His eyelashes are still stupidly long, stupidly dark—curving like the crescent moon above your heads. Light stubble runs along his sharp jaw. You wonder how his skin would feel to the touch.

You’re certain Eren is aware of your eyes on him, but he keeps staring ahead unblinkingly, waiting for you to fill the silence. He’s putting your back against a wall like that. You don’t know how much longer you can run. From him, from yourself—always towards the past as though Time itself slows to let you play, stealing the hours and turning the night into day.

You let your hands roam over the soft grass, and feel your fingers stumble over leaves and petals.

An idea blossoms.

You pluck the flowers from the ground and begin to weave a crown.

“You know, this means affection and admiration,” you say and show Eren a purple-crowned dianthus. He blinks. “And this,” you continue, presenting a lilac aster right under his nose, “means I will remember you.” You pick up the next flower. “This is Forget-Me-Not.”

“Let me guess,” Eren says. “Don’t forget me?”

“So smart.”

He grins. This grin makes something deep inside you unfurl, like a petal opening up its secrets to the sun.

You return to your craft, fumbling with thin stems and fragile pallets that break off and tear under your touch. Eren watches you struggle for a good minute. When he speaks, the amusement in his voice is like soft wind grazing through leaves. “Need help?”

“I’m good, I’m just—” The stems unweave and slip through your fingers like seams coming unknitted. The sweet smell of crushed petals fills the night. Nothing you do makes the crown hold—and then you realise why.

You let the flowers fall into your lap and blink at them, feeling your eyes grow heavy. “He never showed me.”

Eren tilts his head towards you.

“He never taught me,” you repeat, a quiver to your voice, “how to make flower crowns.”

Eren clears his voice. “Who…?”

“Emil!” You stretch out your hand, showing off his ring, grinning. The crimson sphere flashes almost threateningly like spilt blood.

Eren is quiet for a moment, eyes fixed on your slender finger and the ring. “I’ve heard you mention him,” he finally says, turning his head away. His side profile seems suddenly like a stranger’s, sharp and uninviting. “Who is he?”

“My fiancée,” you announce proudly.

He turns his head so fast and sharp in your direction, you hear a bone crack in his neck.

“You’re engaged?” he asks, but there is a very unfamiliar, un-Eren like tone to his voice that makes you look at him.

You don’t think Eren has ever looked at you like this. As though you are a glass of water and he is dying of thirst, but unable to reach you. As though you are the only patch of cool, green grass in a never-ending stretch of parched, grey land. You have only seen yearning on Eren’s face when he talks about killing all Titans and going outside the Walls. It makes you feel as though you are an exposed nerve, tender and raw to the slightest touch. If Eren would reach out right now and put his fingers to your skin, surely you would combust.

His eyes seem to reach deep into you, hooking into the words buried deep in your chest, and yanking them out painfully.

“He’s dead,” you say quietly, your grin slowly fading. “I think … otherwise, he would be here. With me.”

Eren’s voice is barely audible. “Was it in Shiganshina?”

You nod, and nod, and keep nodding, feeling a thick lump in your throat. You bring your knees up to your chest, your hands wedged in the fabrics of your dress to keep them warm. Only when Eren puts his jacket around your shoulders, you notice your body is shaking, but the moment his warm knuckles brush your collarbones, the cold inside your body dissipates. The fabric is warm from his skin, the collar smells like him. You duck your head, trying to bury yourself inside his jacket.

“You know, not one day passes where I don’t miss him so much it feels that I might die,” you say, quietly, more to yourself than to him. “I don’t know if you’ve ever felt something like this.”

Eren holds your stare. If the silence is bait, you don’t take it. You inhale, slowly. You smell food and the riverbed: mud and spice, with the slight after-taste of human pollution. And sweetness; ripe flowers ready to harvest for bees and insects.

“My Mom,” he finally says after a long moment. He stretches out his long legs, then reconsiders and pulls his knees back up to his chest, mirroring your position. “I saw my Mom die five years ago and the first days after that were like hell.”

You nod. You know what that feels like. Glancing over at Eren, you think about taking his hand and squeezing it—to show that he is not alone in that grief, that you know his pain. But when you look at his hand, you find it already balled into a tight fist by his side.

Weirdly enough, it makes you smile. Of course Eren would not allow himself to break. Instead, he steels his grief into rage, into desperation, into resolve.

“We’ve lost … so much … we’re trapped like fucking cattle ready for slaughter.” Eren forces a deep, shuddering breath inside his lungs. You can see the veins along his arms stand out, and suddenly your mouth goes very dry. “I can’t live like this. Nobody should live like this.”

“You have big dreams, Eren.” You bump into his side, feeling his strong arms hard like walls against yours. He doesn’t budge. “Maybe you’ll set us all free one day.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, but you see the corners of his mouth twitch. “If we ever bring down the Walls, I’ll definitely line up to throw a dynamite or two.”

“And then? What then?” It is a strange feeling, talking about a future you know won’t exist, but there is a quiet place in your heart that tries to imagine a life with no Titans, with no boundaries. It would look like a small Haven of trees, brushes hung heavy with glossy berries, red and purple and black, and small trees hung with oddly-shaped fruits you’ve never seen before and that would be home—you take a sharp breath in. Gone is the smell of green, of living and growing things, of dirt and the roots that grow in dirt, and as you blink away the picture that’s fading behind your closed lids, slipping from your mind even though you have no idea where it has come from in the first place, you hear Eren still talking: “… and after Armin and I see the ocean, I don’t know. We’ll explore the world. Find all the places in Armin’s book he always talks about. And then … I’ll pee in every major body of water on earth?”

“Oh my God.”

“You asked.” Eren bumps back into your side and you nearly topple over. When you straighten yourself, he’s looking at you curiously. Whatever he sees must satisfy him because he turns away, smiling to himself.

“What?” you ask.

“I see you’re feeling better.”

The question surprises you enough that you need two takes to open your mouth and give a response. And then you understand, he’s been trying to cheer you up. Nothing outlandish. Still, it’s like a died-out ember in your chest rekindles a fire.

“Yeah, I am. I’m glad I found you.” You mumble the last bit, plucking the leftover flowers from your dress until you hold the branch of the forget-me-not between your fingers. “And even though we’ll go our separate ways next week, I’m glad we’re friends. It’s weird … you’re someone I don’t want to forget, Eren Jaeger.”

 You offer him the flower. His eyes, now a dark green, are nothing like the soft blue—they’re different in so many ways, but you like them. Eren takes the flowers from you, looks at it like he doesn’t know what to do with it, and settles for putting it in your hair, behind your ear.

“I won’t just disappear, you know,” he says, an exasperated tone swinging in his voice as though he’s talking to a three-year-old that’s still struggling with object permanence. “After graduation, whenever our old Corps meets, I’ll annoy the shit out of you. Don’t think you can slack off in sparring just because I’m not there to kick your ass.”

“Last time I checked, I kicked your ass.”

Eren throws up his hands. “Because Mikasa was distracting me!”

You wave his excuses away, then stave off a yawn. The feast doesn’t show any signs of stopping yet, but you know the second your head hits the pillow, you’ll be out cold. Which is exactly why you lie down in the soft grass, looking up at the vast starry sky above you.

“If you fall asleep, I’ll leave you here, you know,” you hear Eren say, your eyes already closed.

“No, you won’t,” you say, and just to be sure, you hook your fingers around one of his belt loops. Something suspicious like a snort comes from Eren, but his warm presence beside you remains until you fall asleep, dreaming of juniper berry bushes and trees greener than any you’ve known.

 

The land is bare of grass, of plants, of life. It is a vast, never-ending wasteland of rolling sand hills where every grain twinkles like little stars no matter which direction you turn. It is an alien, strange place that feels familiar at the same time. You’ve been here before, but something is missing. Someone.

His name lies on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t remember the feel or sound of it. Sometimes, you think you see someone standing on the horizon, but when you catch up, that person is gone like a mirage. The frustration builds, the taste filling your mouth with copper. When your eyes spy the person once more, you decide to call out: “Er—”

“You see someone more interesting than me?” asks Emil by your side.

You blink, dazzled, and when he offers you his hand, you take it. It feels the same as all those years ago, but nothing about him is the same. Or is it? You close your eyes for just a moment, and he smiles at you, his boyish face still young and round. “There’s no one more interesting than you,” you say, because that is the truth. “It’s just this place. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Sandy hills and a never-ending starry sky stretch before you to all sides. There’s something else, something very bright and very big, but whenever you try to look at it, it disappears, and you wonder if maybe you’re just imagining it.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” says a voice that isn’t Emil’s. You find that Emil has disappeared, and you are now standing with Eren. It’s the same game: he looks different and at the same time he doesn’t. Older, but also still how you remember him.

“Where’s Emil?” you ask, turning. You see Mikasa with Armin, and Jean who is holding a sleeping Marco in his arms, brushing away ink-black curls from his forehead. Something about Marco seems strange though, as if half of his side is turning into sand.

“What are you talking about?” Eren says. “This place is for the living.” His hands are cool on yours, and you are aware of them in a way you have not been of Emil’s as he turns you away from Marco’s sight.

You narrow your eyes at him. “What do you mean?”

He leans close. You can feel his lips against your ear. They are not cool at all. “Wake up, [Name],” he whispers. “Wake up. Wake up.”

 

You bolt upright in bed, gasping, hair plastered to your neck with cold sweat. Your wrists are held in a hard grip; you try to pull away, then realise who is restraining you. “Eren?”

“Yeah.” He’s sitting on the edge of the bed—how have you gotten into a bed?—looking tousled and half-awake, with early-morning hair and sleepy eyes.

“Let go of me.”

“Sorry.” His fingers slip from your wrists. “You tried to hit me the second I said your name.”

“I’m a little jumpy, I guess.” You glance around. You’re in a small bedroom furnished with dark wood. By the quality of the faint light coming in through the half-open window, you guess it’s dawn, or just after. Your uniform-jacket hangs neatly folded across the back of a chair. “How did I get here? I don’t remember…”

“You fell asleep right next to me.” Eren sounds amused. “Mikasa helped me get you to bed. She also changed your clothes. Thought you’d be more comfortable here than on the cold ground.”

“Wow. I don’t remember anything.” You run your hands over your face, feeling your swollen cheeks from a long, deep slumber. Maybe you’ve had more alcohol than you’d expected. “What time is it, anyway?”

“About five.”

“In the morning?” You glare at him. “You’d better have a good reason for waking me up.”

“Why?” Eren asks, leaning back on his heels, grinning. For some reason this is the exact moment your brain notices you and Eren are sitting on the same bed, and you are very close to each other. He must have changed his clothes before waking you up—gone is the rumpled black sweatshirt and in its stead Eren is wearing a simple white military shirt. “Were you having a good dream?”

You can still feel cold sand between your toes, see stars twinkle before your eyes. You think there were certain people in your dream, people you knew, but the details are blurry. “I don’t remember.”

He stands up. “We’ve got our rifle rehearsal, remember? Shadis sent me to kick your ass out of bed. Actually, Jean offered to wake you up, but since it’s five in the morning, I figured you’d be less cranky if you had something nicer to look at than his horseface.”

“Meaning you?”

Eren’s grin grows tenfold. “What else?”

You throw a pillow after him, but Eren is already up and about, and out of the door before you can grab something else.

Just for a moment, you consider falling back into your bed and pretend the next couple of days don’t exist. Somewhere on the other side of the compound you hear Shadis’ roars, and decide to get up pretty quickly.

Twenty minutes later, everyone stands ready. Rifle in hand, half of them visibly fighting their hangover, the rehearsal goes as smoothly as planned: Sasha stumbles twice, and Samuel and Connie go down with her. For a moment, Shadis looks like he doesn’t want to say anything, but then he simply states you’d be all dead if those rifles were loaded, and proceeds to procure a bucket of water to douse them like filthy street cats.

It gives you a small break where you set out to find Jean. Compared to three years ago when around four hundred soldiers enlisted, only half of that number remains today. Many of them are foreign faces, and you doubt you’ll ever find friendship in any of them since your group has pretty much remained the same ever since the first weeks of trainee days.

On the other side of the plaza you spot Mikasa and Eren. She’s plucking at his clothes, which he is invisibly annoyed about, but it is a different type of annoyed than when he’s around Jean—it seems more long suffering while endearing at the same time, and for a moment you can’t help but just stare at them and realise for the first time that they look good together. They’ve known each other since childhood, and Mikasa is rarely apart from Eren. You wonder what that would be like, to know him in and out and say things that make him laugh, make him blush—just like Mikasa is doing right now, but then from this distance you see her mouth from something that looks like your name and you stare even harder until she must feel you staring like a physical presence and turns.

Catching Mikasa’s eyes, you grow even more convinced that they are discussing you, that Mikasa can read you like a book, can see through to your very soul, and is telling Eren all your secrets. As if you are shouting this aloud, Eren turns at that very moment and looks at you, breaking into an elated smile as he waves his rifle dramatically in the air, and you smile back, waving yours in return, and receive a clap to the back of your head from Shadis for your troubles. As you rub your head in pain, you see Eren laughing in delight, and that alone makes it all worth the trouble.

“Bam,” comes Jean’s voice from your side. When you turn, you see him lower his rifle. “I just shot you.”

Changing the rifle from your left to right shoulder, you follow him back to your positions to restart the rehearsal. “You know I’d come back and haunt your ass. And don’t point it at people, it’s rude.”

You can practically hear Jean rolling his eyes when he says, “Whatever.”

Back in your line, you follow the steps and march in tandem with everyone else. In front of you, Jean continues quietly enough for only you to hear, “We practised rifle handling for this one thing; what a waste of time. It’s not like we’ll ever use them against other people.”

“I guess they’re just making sure to cover the whole syllabus. I don’t like thinking about having to point that at someone else.”

“You sure as hell won’t have to,” Jean says, whipping around, bringing the rifle across his chest to his other shoulder. You do the exact same, staring up at the back of Reiner’s head. From the stiffness of his broad shoulders, you can see he’s very tense. Maybe he’s taking this rehearsal a little too seriously.

You only get the last bit of Jean’s sentence because he unobtrusively pokes you in the back with the end of his rifle. “From what I’ve heard about the MP, you’ll have your occasional thug but actual casualties are very rare.”

“Seven more days,” you whisper back. “Will you be okay without me? Who’s going to pull your ass out of trouble?”

“I’m pretty sure Marco’s got that covered.” Jean turns his head, probably on the lookout for the culprit in question. You go very still, but from the lack of Jean going on, you’re pretty sure Marco has still not found a good time to talk to Jean.

“You know, there’s still time to reconsider,” you say in just the moment the rehearsal reaches the stage where your fake rifles go off and make a deafening bang noise.

Jean turns his head, the ‘Huh?’ clearlywritten on his face.

You pretend you didn’t say anything. Maybe things are progressing the way they are for a reason.

 

From the 344 recruits who started out at the very beginning, only 218 graduated.

On the evening Shadis announces the Top Ten trainees, nobody is surprised to see the ten best lining up before your instructor. You feel immensely proud that both Jean and Marco have managed to hold their ground. But to you, standing in the back between Mina and Armin feels right.

All you care about is the celebration that’s right after that—the last evening you’ll spend with the majority of your friends before everyone heads off. Understandably so, Jean’s constant reminder to ‘not enter the boys’ barracks after’ gets more and more frustrating.

“Why?” you say through a mouth full of steamed potatoes. “Are you guys comparing dick sizes?”

Someone who listens in on the table across from you chokes on their spit.

“We want to have a guy’s night, what’s so unusual about it? You girls do … whatever you girls do. Have a pillow fight or whatever. But don’t come into our barracks, got it?”

True to the nature of your friendship, obviously you barge into the boys’ barracks after the graduation celebration is over. And what timing you have. Swinging the door wide open, you enter at the exact moment Jean declares proudly that in a life or death scenario, he’d totally be down for a threesome with you and Marco.

You freeze. Everyone in the room freezes. Marco unsuccessfully hides the bottle of booze behind his back. It tips over and he shrieks as red liquid spills across the wooden floor. Multiple boys boo at him, and you realise they’re all drunk.

Jean raises his eyes to yours, and you trade a look that feels like a dare. Somehow, you can’t really take a hold of what expression to make—it ranges from confusion to slight disgust to mild interest at how exactly the logistics of such a scenario would look.

Realising there’s only one thing you can do right here, right now, you take a step back and close the door again, willing to forget this ever happened. Three steps is all you’re able to make before the door flies open again, rough hands grab you and manhandle you back into the room.

“You better not tell anyone we got booze here, or I’m gonna dunk your head inside a latrine,” Daz hisses. He’s the opposite of intimidating at any given moment, but now, wobbling on both feet while pointing a shaky finger at you, even a newly born puppy has more bark to it.

You discreetly swipe away the cool spit he’s graciously sprayed over your cheek.

“So, that’s the reason girls are not allowed?” you say, putting on your best Ida-performance to show how disappointed you are. “You’re going to hoard all that and don’t invite us?”

Across the room, Samuel shrugs. “The more people know, the easier Shadis might catch wind of what we’re doing here.”

“Yeah, he’ll skin us alive.”

“I think,” you say, very slowly, “we should get everyone in here and have a final blast before tomorrow.” That didn’t get the reaction you’ve expected, but it is met with less resistance than before. “And we can also,” you add, wiggling your eyebrows, “maybe play some games? Make it exciting.”

Not ten minutes later, the boys’ barracks is cramped. Every open space around the low centre table has been taken by someone as they sit huddled together, shoulder pressed against shoulder. You’ve organised more tankards from the kitchen, and now you’re sipping from the sweet meed Daz has organised somehow. After asking him for the third time and him refusing to explain, you’ve given up and accepted this might remain the greatest secret of Cadet Time.

“So, what games did’ya have in mind?” Samuel asks after the initial excitement has settled down while everyone is nursing their drink. You can feel Jean’s body pressing against your side, clearly interested in what you’ll come up with.

“I got these,” you declare, and present a dozen wooden skewers you’ve helped yourself to, “so we can play the King’s Game.”

A couple “Oooh”s and “Aaah”s later, everyone who wants to participate has settled around the table. Since it was your idea, you can be Queen first, and you’re not here to hold hostages. While swirling the mead in your tankard, your first order is, “Number 3 has to give number 5 a kiss on the cheek.”

When Connie and Samuel rise at the same time, the rest giggles and whistles, but the boys don’t back down. Alcohol is always a nice confidence booster, so Connie makes a big show of smacking a wet smooch onto Samuel’s cheek, earning them a round of applause for that.

“Okay, my turn.” Connie downs the rest of his beverage, then smacks his lips. “I want number 4 to give number 1 a piggy back ride.”

Reiner stirs, showing his skewer with a number 1 carved into the wood. When Christa climbs to her feet, wobbly like a flagpole swaying in harsh wind, the room erupts with laughter.

“I can do it,” she mumbles to herself, her usual pale face a canvas of red—the culprit of it sitting right next to her and cackling like a maniac. Over the last years, Ymir has perfected the art of getting Christa drunk before anyone can notice and stop her. It’s quite funny to her until Reiner offers to give Christa a piggyback instead, and all Hell breaks loose.

Next to you, Jean scoffs. “Like animals,” he says, but when you look up at him, he has a goofy smile on his face. You can’t say how much mead he’s had until his glassy eyes drop down to you and he leans into your space, arching over you until your shoulders touch.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he mumbles, his breath soft against your cheek. You feel the pinprick of tears at the back of your eyes and blink against them. He can’t pull that shit the night before you go your separate ways.

Before you can reply, someone is tugging at your sleeve. When you turn, somehow magically a new skewer with a new number has manifested in your hand.

“Seven’s gotta sit on Nine’s lap,” Sasha whispers conspiratorially. She points at you, then across the table, where Eren is looking at you with a very weird expression. “By the King’s order.”

You whip your head around and find Reiner grinning at you. Jean’s presence immediately vanishes when he leans away, looking sickly pale all of a sudden when he stares somewhere else, his jaw held tightly shut as if he’s just bitten into glass.

This is a bad idea, without a doubt—but the other, much louder part of your brain thinks challenge accepted.

You crawl over to Eren who eyes you as though he’s just waiting for the hidden dagger to slash forward and cut him open, and throw one leg over his lap. Good balance so far. You sit more on his knees than on his thighs, which is enough for the first round of whistles and unnecessary remarks from your comrades. Eren has found a very interesting spot somewhere behind your shoulder that demands his complete, undisturbed attention.

“Kids, you gotta do it properly,” Reiner says, and with a slap to your back, he pushes you flush against Eren’s hips. You choke on your spit. Eren yelps.

Reiner grins. “Exactly like that.”

“Okay, okay, we get it.” You try to weasel some space between you and Eren’s pelvis, but the only place of leverage is his arms. It’s different from hand-to-hand-combat practice where touching bodies is inevitable and you’re too occupied thinking about ways to bring your opponent down than worry about girls and boys accidentally touching where they shouldn’t. But this is deliberate, and now that your hands cling to his arms to regain your balance, you notice the strong chord of muscles tensing under his shirt. His solid thighs easily holding your weight. You don’t doubt if his shirt would lift slightly, the sight of firm abs would greet you.

“Don’t move,” he hisses, grabbing onto your thighs to prevent you from squirming. It gets the desired effect, immediately shutting you up, freezing you on the spot. It also does something weird to your body. You want to close your legs, pretend modesty is a thing that you guys still do around here, but you don’t have to be a genius to understand friction is the last thing Eren needs, and that’s why he’s got an iron grip around your thighs.

Why are so many people cramped up in this tiny room, it’s so fucking hot in here. You still don’t meet Eren’s eyes. You’re close enough to feel him breathing, feel the heat radiating off his body. Not knowing what to do with your hands, they just fumble needlessly in front of you, your fingers curling into the hem of your shirt to do something. Someone laughs really loud at the back of the room.

Eren clears his throat quietly. “Nervous?”

Finally, your eyes meet. His seem darker than usual, a deeper green like a lush forest dancing to strong wind picking up before a storm. This close, you could count every single one of his long lashes.

“Why would I be?” You lean back slightly, but the friction is enough to make Eren tighten his grip around your thighs. You can feel his nails dig into your skin through the fabric of your trousers. “If anything, I get the feeling you’re the one who can’t keep up, Jaeger.”

Eren executes an eye roll that must give him a spectacular view of the inside of his skull. No wonder Jean can’t keep his cool. Or maybe it’s just an Eren-thing, infuriating those around him. A match to an explosive barrel.

You’ll give him one.

“Nervous?” you ask with a mean grin that furrows Eren’s eyebrows in question for a second. Then you roll your hips against his once but hard enough for him to feel the heat between your legs. His expression is priceless, absolutely dumbfounded and stupid and laughter rises in your throat—

Eren throws you off his lap, already on his legs and charging out of the cabin into the cool night. Thankfully most of the other cadets are too busy whooping at Sasha drinking loads of beer from an improvised funnel Connie and Samuel are holding up for her. Only Mikasa has paid attention, and is now rushing after Eren while you return back to Jean’s side. He nibbles on a dried cracker and barely spares you a glance.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Jean asks. He sounds impatient, and when he snaps his jaw shut on the cracker, it reminds you of a guillotine slamming down.

“What’s wrong with your face?” you snap back.

“No, I mean if you’ve got a fever or something, go to bed.”

“Just eat your damn crackers, Jean.”

You try to hide your burning face behind your arms, knees bent up to your chin—a small ball of embarrassment because who could have thought your little joke on Eren would backfire so bad. In that split of a second before he threw you off, his neck and face completely flushed an angry red, Eren looked absolutely ready to devour you. Desire is a dangerous look on him.

From across the room, you catch Reiner’s eyes. Mischief glints in them as he raises his cup in mock salute to you, presenting himself to be the true pyromaniac all along.

 

❀❀❀

 

“I’m going to escape these Walls. That’s my dream. Mankind hasn’t been wiped out yet. We deserve to be out there; we are free. We were born into this world to see it.”

When you turned, expecting to see Eren because you so clearly remember him saying those exact words at the graduation ceremony, you saw Emil sitting by your side instead. His eyes were closed, his long, pale lashes resting against his high cheekbones. You remembered how often he said that word, but you didn’t fully understand what he meant.

“What is freedom?” you asked, burrowing your bare toes into the warm soil.

Emil kept his eyes closed. He picked a flower and placed it on his lips. You’d never wished so hard in your life to be able to turn into a flower. He was lying next to you, his fingers resting interwoven on his chest. “It means to do and feel what you want without anyone holding you back or stopping you.”

“That sounds great.” You looked out at the riverbed. It seemed to sparkle more than usual today. “We could get there, one day. It doesn’t sound all that hard.”

“You think?” Emil opened his eyes and looked up at you. His eyes twinkled just like the river. “Look around. All these flowers. Who do they belong to?”

“Hm … nobody? Everyone!”

“Fair enough. Then, pick one that you really like.”

When you looked around, searching for forget-me-not, you spotted a nine-petalled, white flower stretching its small head towards you. “This one,” you said, pointing at it.

Emil made a small sound at the back of his throat. When you turned to him, he was already staring somewhere else, but he looked as though he’d swallowed something sharp. He bent over and ripped the flower out of the ground. “This,” he said, “is my flower now. Even though you really want it. What will you do now?”

“Ask you nicely to give it to me. Because I know you will.”

Emil smiled at that. “Pretend I am not someone nice. Pretend I am someone who is a bad person.”

“Not you.” Your reply came immediately. “Not ever.”

“Then, Marianne,” he continued, and like you knew he would, he put the flower behind your ear, brushing his knuckles along your cheek. “If it were Marianne who took what you wanted, what would you do?”

You pulled a face. “Leave her, I guess. She can have it. But I’d be very sad.”

“Exactly. She is free to do what she wants, and what she wants is to take this flower. And even though you want it too, only stealing it back from her would make you happy. Because you as well are free to do what you want.”

Your head spun from the possibilities. Emil squeezed your hand. “And what if…,” he continued in a voice that was utterly unfamiliar to you, “…what if what you want is to hurt others?”

“It’s wrong.”

Emil chuckled. “Says who?”

“It’s … it’s common sense,” you tried to argue, but it sounded weak and naive even to your own ears.

“Common sense dictates we do not kill, we do not steal. Did you know there are people living underground who have never seen the sky? Who are not allowed to come up here and enjoy the fresh air? Enjoy the feeling of the sun. They kill and steal to survive. Is that still wrong? To do what you need to do to survive?”

You grew very silent. Listening to Emil, he almost seemed like a different person.

“Look at these walls.” Emil looked up. The warmth in his eyes disappeared. “We want to go outside, see the world. But we can’t. Because there are Titans outside. Because there are enemies outside these Walls. It’s unfair, isn’t it?”

“But these Walls protect us,” you shot back. “Without them, Titans would come in and eat us.”

“I suppose that is true. Sometimes, I just wonder … if they as well simply do not have a choice.”

“Which means…” you said slowly, realisation dawning, “Titans … aren’t free?”

The corner of Emil’s mouth pulled up in a rueful smile. His eyes were almost sorrowful. “I suppose … if they feel anything at all.”

“You’re always on top of those things, Emil,” you marvelled, squeezing his hand back. “You’re kind and so full of sympathy for everyone and everything. See, that’s why you could never be a bad person.”

The warmth returned to his eyes, lightening them up to the colour of the early morning sky. “If you say so, then it must be true.”

Before you could forget it, feeling the soft petals of the flower tickling your cheek, you asked, “By the way, what flower is this? I always see it on you.”

And for the first time since you had known him, Emil lied to you: “I don’t know.”

 

❀❀❀

 

You have a feeling the headache pounding at the back of your head the next morning isn’t solely because of the booze escapade the night before. Your body doesn’t feel as weary and heavy as the day after May Day a week ago, this type of lethargy is a different kind. You pin it on the upcoming events later in the day, and focus on your current task organising everything for the cannon maintenance at the top of Wall Rose.

Marco has been quietly helping you with that for some time. The creases on his forehead run deeper than the canyons cutting into the earth south of Wall Rose. Everything points to the source of his concern being Jean, currently occupied checking the gas stock for the cylinders, still, you ask the million coins question: “Have you spoken to Jean yet?”

As though he’s been waiting for you to ask that, his reply comes immediately: “I’ll talk to him later. After the preparations. I asked him to wait for me in the backyard at HQ. Before we head off to Sina.” He shrugs. “Or maybe we won’t head off. I’m not sure how to tackle that exactly.”

You think of how much value Jean puts into Marco’s opinion; how he eats up Marco’s words right up like a starving man.

“I don’t think it matters how. You got this. He’ll listen if it’s you, Marco.”

Marco stays silent. He clears his throat when he notices you staring at him, and gives you a wry smile. “We’re talking about Jean here. He can be as stubborn as you.”

“I could beat him up for you. Make him listen.”

The wry smile turns into a full-blown grin. He puts a little more enthusiasm into helping you secure the crates with ropes onto the wooden platform that lifts you up to the top of the Outer Wall. You like this Marco better than the sombre one. You continue working like that for some time until everything is loaded onto the platform and you give Marco the sign to turn on the mechanism that lifts you up.

“You ever wonder,” he says suddenly, thumb resting on the button. When he looks at you, it feels a little as though he’s seeing through you. “… if what we want and what we need are different things?”

You wait for him to continue when you realise he doesn’t mean it as a rhetorical question. “I think it’s enough sometimes to settle for what we want. We might never know what we need.”

“Maybe,” sighs Marco. “But what if the moment is there all of a sudden and you have to make a decision?” He kneads the back of his neck, then shakes his head like a puppy shaking water off its fur, trying to disperse his thoughts. “I’m talking nonsense, sorry. Today is hard enough on most of us. I’ll see you later for the distribution banquet.” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond and presses the button. With a jolt, the platform rises, and you hold onto a crate, watching as Marco grows smaller and smaller. He salutes up to you by putting two fingers to his temple. You wave back, trying to swallow around the lump in your throat.

Maybe that was his try at convincing you to change your path as well. It would be great, staying together like this for the next few years until it is time to discharge. But somehow you doubt it would be that easy to convince Jean otherwise, and you’ve already made yourself acquainted with Trost’s Garrison unit and its captain, Hannes. Of course, now that you won’t see him for some time, you find a better answer for Marco’s question: That sometimes, you settle for what you can get. That you can’t have it all.

On top of the wall, Connie is the first to greet you. “We got worried you two bailed on us,” he says, immediately tackling the ropes and disentangling them from the crates. The rest of the group is already maintaining the canons and cleaning them up. Whoever was on duty to supervise you, they’re nowhere in sight.

“Sorry, we lost track of time chatting.” You help him carry the necessary instruments and tools. When Mina sees you, her face lights up and she says something to Thomas. He looks over and grins. Sasha looks over and grins, too. It feels as though they’re all in on a conspiracy and you’re the only one left out, radiating a fervent energy that is like a flame jumping from source to source.

“What’s up with everyone?” you ask Connie.

He drops a crate, ignoring the rattling inside it and dusts himself down. “They’re just excited ‘cause Sasha swiped some meat from the pantry.”

“She did?” You rivet your eyes on her until she notices your stare. Holding your hand up in an OK-sign, she grins and throws a hand up in return. Mina squeaks—and maybe that is a little too much excitement for something as simple as that, which should have given you reason to wonder. Connie sniffs indiscreetly. “Oh, and we’re all gonna join the Scouts.”

You drop your hand and stare at him. “You’re joking.”

“Nuh-uh. I guess Eren’s little speech yesterday left an impression on us all.” He shrugs, as though a decision like that is not worth the hustle. You want to take him by his shoulders and smack his head against a wall. By divine intervention or just honed survival instinct, he decides just then to join the others and leave to your crisis.

They must think you’ll join the Survey Corps as well. But this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen. You don’t just decide something like that in the spur of the moment. “What if the moment is there all of a sudden and you have to make a decision?” You wonder if Marco is in on this, and it’s all a huge conspiracy.

You take a step forward to set things right, and maybe give Mina a good shake to remind her this isn’t what you two agreed upon, this isn’t what you two wanted—

The sight is breathtaking.

It is your second time on top of the wall. Cadets are usually allowed only after their graduation because Shadis doesn’t trust you not to kill yourself by stumbling off the edge. Maybe it’s the final step for him to recognise his fledglings have grown into hunting birds capable of soaring through the skies and every year he pushes that as far away as possible.

The sight never ceases to amaze you. All along the horizon, mountains rise and fall in full splendid, covered with forests and cut through my glistening lakes and rivers. Giant, stark-white clouds rise behind them and paint the blue horizon with a severe beauty that has you shuddering with the realisation how close you are to the sky.

This is it. The sight Emil has always dreamt of, that he had longed to see for himself. The endless world; to leave the small cage and see the big world. The thought makes your heart race with wonder and excitement and fear—all after just seeing the possibility.

What if, what if, what if … what we want and what we need are different things?

“Hey, be careful.” Eren’s voice is like an anchor pulling you back to the present. You haven’t noticed him approaching, but now he’s standing close to you.

When you look at him, you blink until the sting at the back of your eyes disappears. “The wind’s really something up here, huh,” you say, rubbing your eyes dry.

Eren’s jaw works for a moment before he turns and takes the world in. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “It’s something.”

It feels like no more words are needed. He gets it.

“You have to tell me,” you mumble. “What you’ll find beyond the horizon. Okay? Whenever you leave to kick Titans’ asses, you have to come back and tell me.”

Eren turns to you. The wind tears at his hair, but he stands firmly. Nothing can throw him off. “Of course I’ll come back,” he says like it’s nothing. He doesn’t know what this promise untethers inside you. Your knees wobble. It feels as though you have peeled back every layer of your hopes and fears and dreams and laid them bare before him. The weight of your heart seems to tear you apart with the words that you wish you could say. And for a time there is timelessness; endless stillness that holds the picture that is you two standing at the edge of the world stretching across the horizon when overhead, lightning in the sky turns the world white and summons the Destroyer of Worlds.

As you stare into the eyes of the Colossal Titan, stomach roiling with panic, you can’t help but notice, distantly, how human its eyes seem.

A/N: Today’s The Amazing Devil’s song I’m shoving down your throats: Not Yet / Love Run (Reprise)

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#aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #snk x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #phill.swyaatl #swyaatl

[some-little-infamy]

My Person

(Read on AO3)

Eddie knows that the relief of having one of his family members watch Christopher only lasts until the moment he pulls up outside of their house. It doesn’t matter which member of the family it is - they all have something to say about how Eddie’s managing his life. He can’t escape a pick-up without at least one off-handed remark about something he’s doing… or, more likely, something he isn’t doing.

“I just don’t understand why you haven’t found someone to settle down with yet,” Pepa says.

Eddie sighs, barely restraining an eye roll.

“I don’t have time to date, and you know that," he says.

"I'd be happy to watch Christopher more often if you wanted-" Pepa offers, but Eddie cuts her off.

"I already hate how often I'm away from him. I don't want to make it more."

"But it would be for his benefit in the long run," Pepa pushes.

"We're just fine the way we are, thanks," Eddie says, doing his best not to sound as defensive as he feels. He knows that this comes from a good place - that she just wants him to be happy. "What benefits Christopher right now is consistency. He doesn't need to see a rotating door of women at the apartment."

It's at that moment Christopher comes into the kitchen, shifting his backpack up on his shoulder where it keeps sliding down.

"C'mon Chris, time to go home," Eddie says, thinking he's in the clear.

"Hey Christopher," Pepa says, and Eddie freezes. She wouldn’t bring him into this, surely…

“Wouldn’t you like it if your dad had someone at home with you to, oh, I don’t know, help you with your homework?” She asks, putting all the innocence in the world behind her tone.

“He does,” Christopher says without hesitation. “Buck helps me with my homework all the time.”

Pepa shakes her head. “No, but I mean someone who is there all the time.”

“Buck is there all the time,” Chris points out. And yeah, Eddie thinks, he isn’t wrong, even if that isn’t the sort of ‘around’ that Pepa means.

“What about someone to help you get ready for school in the morning? Or cook dinner with you at night?” Pepa asks, trying to narrow exactly what she means by her line of questioning.

“Buck lets me wear my light-up sneakers even when it’s going to be muddy out,” Christopher says. “And he helps me make cookies to bring into class! He isn’t so great at cooking regular food but we always pretend it isn’t that bad,” Christopher adds, laughing at what Eddie’s sure is the last time Buck tried to cook an actual dinner for the three of them, only to end up burning half of it.

“Well, it sure sounds like this Buck is around a lot, isn’t he?” Pepa asks, this time her questioning is aimed at Eddie and not Christopher.

Eddie hadn’t really thought about how much more Buck’s been around lately - playing video games with Christopher or helping with homework or staying for meals. Eddie thinks about how his place was the one place Buck felt safe enough coming to after his coma when he needed an escape from the well-wishers rotating through his own apartment, considering the implication that Eddie was as much of a comfort for him as Buck has been for Eddie these past few months.

“Yeah, I guess he is,” Eddie admits. Honestly, he’s gotten so used to Buck being around that he hadn’t stopped to think about how much he was helping out with Christopher, and how he always seems to be perfectly happy to do whatever might be needed at the moment. Buck even cleaned up the living room the other night while Eddie put Christopher to bed.

“What else does Buck do with you?” Pepa asks Christopher.

“Buck told me the best bedtime story the other night,” Chris supplies easily. “He never reads them from a book, he just tells them from memory. He said he’s going to take me surfing soon, too! Just like dad and Buck too me skateboarding.”

“I see,” Pepa says. “And you trust Buck to take Christopher into the ocean like that?”

Eddie thinks he should pause longer, or have to think about it more, but he doesn’t. There’s a reason he made Buck the person who would get custody of Chris if he dies. And after the lengths Buck went to save Christopher during the tsunami, and the way Christopher goes to Buck when he’s upset? It isn’t even a question.

“I trust Buck with Christopher’s life,” Eddie admits easily.

“It looks like you already have your person then, doesn’t it, mi sobrino?” Pepa says.

Eddie does hesitate now, because what she’s implying… Buck is just a friend. He’s just a friend who likes to spend time with Eddie and his kid. Just a friend who does everything Eddie would normally pay Carla to do, only he does it just because he likes to help and spend time with them. Just a friend he entrusts his child to if anything happens to him, a friend he trusts to do right by Christopher more than any family member.

It never occurred to Eddie that part of the reason he’s so content to not be dating right now is because he’s, well, content.

And Evan Buckley plays no small role in that contentedness.

“I have to go,” Eddie says abruptly, taking Christopher by the arm and half-dragging him to the truck.

His person is waiting.

#buddie #evan buckley #christopher diaz #eddie diaz #9-1-1 #9-1-1 on fox #spec fic #pre-relationship #feelings realization #i meant for this to be longer but the episode is tomorrow so i wanted to yeet it into the world now #elle writes a few deadbeat lines

[monalisamartian]

INFO DUMP FOR UNIVERSE 11208

This universe doesn't have a Spiderman Instead it has a Prowler. (Which leads to alot more crime since no one is around to stop it)

The symbioties of this universe are huge (Venom is about 8ft tall in his big form and carnage is even bigger big tinner) they also have tails and spikes/horns. They are more animal like and are more intune with the hive mind that spans across the multiverse.

Hobie brown is the prowler of this universe. (Cos we love a evil version of the man I love)

Eddie "spiderman" aka the first Venom but they where doing the whole hero thing until he got hurt and is now in a coma (hence why Vi now has him)

Vi and Eddie dated (which is why he chose Vi to take on Venom, she already knew about him and they had a weird 3 way thrupple going on)

The sister 6 is mostly that same but a little more sinister then silly. (I will desing them at some point)

Symbiotes are a big part of the universe and will show up a lot with and without a host.

The Symbiotes can still have thier own big form even when attached to a host insted of the host wearing them (they are alot more independent, mostly using host as an energy battery)

Norman Osborn is the green goblin and is actually a pretty big threat to the universe they live in.

Since Vi is on a mission to connect all the Vemons to the bigger hive mind she barely spends time in her own universe. So she's got merch of all different spidermen and definitely has favourites since her own universe lacks a proper Spiderman.

Hobie brown became the prowler after Venom ate his mother. (Drama)

So answer thesew from discord

Q; first question I got are How did Vi and Venom bond? And I know you said Spider-man doesn't exist in your world, so what happened to Peter, Miles, Eddie, Cletus, and Flash?"

A; Vivvian was dating her universes Eddie while he was trying to be the hero the word despretly needed. But in a fight against Carnage (hyped up on goblin toxins) Eddie got hurt and ended up in a coma with a head injury. Peter Parker never got bit he's just a regular dude (tho I'm thinking about making him a carnage host later down the line)

Q; are Vi and Venom connected like Eddie and venom and the movies, or do they are Separated but still Is connected if that makes sense

A; So Venom and Vi are always connected even when he's in his big form separate from her he's connected by atleast one tendril at all times (which means they can't go more then a few meters apart at any given time) but Oh yeah for sure, it's thier biggest weakness. But they work around it and are good at working as a duo. But if Venom ever dose get de attached Vi loses all her powers (she isn't a spider man so she never got bit by a spider, she's only got venom powering her)

a add on from this, Vis biggest draw backs are that 1 she would absolutely die in a fight without venom. 2 the connection (they do have a connection in her DNA so it's hard to disconnect them but one he's not on her…she's kinda helpless) 3 she is strong AF and doesn't hold back bit because she's powering a whole nother person she runs out of energy faster and looses stamina faster then most.

#spidersona #spiderverse #venom sona #venom oc #venom #spidersona lore #lore #info #ask #into the spider verse #spiderman #spiderman oc

[soleminisanction]

I’ve wanted to talk more about Steph’s run as Batgirl because I’m genuinely fascinated by it, but I keep starting and then abandoning posts because they inevitably spiral out of my control. In an attempt to illustrate my problem, allow me to wax poetic for a bit about a single line that has bugged me for years:

Context:

This page comes in the first issue. Steph is running around in Cass’s Batgirl costume and it keeps getting damaged, so she says…this.

And if you’re a more casual reader, you’re probably saying right now, “So what? It’s just a joke, a quip. It doesn’t mean anything. Why the hell is this post so long for something as small as that?”

In answer, I give you this:

Yeah. 

Stephanie Brown knows how to sew. Stephanie Brown specifically knows how to sew, fix and maintain superhero costumes. Because she makes her own. And it’s not like that’s some kind of deep cut; those panels are from a Secret Files and Origins story that Chuck Dixon (Steph’s creator) wrote, but all you really have to do is know Steph’s story and use some basic logic: she is literally a self-made superhero. Of course she makes her own costumes. Where else would she get them?

And I want to be clear here – this is a skill. One that Stephanie would have to cultivate and that she should be proud of. Costuming is hard enough when you’re trying to make something that’s just intended to be worn for a few hours at a convention a couple of times a year. Steph’s Spoiler gear is literally full-body, covering head-to-toe twice over, and built to stand up to regular rooftop parkour, motorcycling, fisticuffs, gunfights, knife fights, dips into Gotham Bay and the occasional fire. It’s almost certainly made out of thick, quality cloth and leather, both of which are hard to work with but vital if you’re creating something that’s designed to protect you.

She built that costume from scratch at least twice and maintained it, by herself, with no Bat support, financial or otherwise, for years. It is absolutely a skill and a credit to her as a character, not to mention foundational to her entire origin story and her whole independent “you can’t tell me what to do” attitude.

And this one line… takes that all away for the sake of a cheap, generic quip. 

What’s extra frustrating about this whole thing is that, in going with this lazy, cliche joke, they missed a golden opportunity to actually show her character.

Imagine if, instead of this page where we’re leering at her in the shower for no reason, we got a short scene in which Steph sits down at her sewing machine to fix the costume… and realizes that she only has purple cloth and thread. That would be a subtle symbolic moment for what's supposedly the central theme of this book, that Steph "just can't help" but be a bright and happy "burst of color" in contrast to the darkness of Gotham and the other Bats. 

She could then hesitate, wonder if maybe this is a sign, maybe she should just stop… and then persist anyway, filling in the gaps with “her” color (as if Babs and Helena didn’t wear it first but that’s another rant). That would establish her as stubborn, resourceful, tenacious, and someone who doesn’t let superficial appearances get in her way.

Plus, remember, this is Cass’s Batgirl costume, it already has a stitched-together aesthetic; she could make it work. And as a bonus, you’d get the interesting symbolism of it looking like her old Spoiler gear is trying to burst out from inside this costume that doesn’t quite fit her (because Cass is smaller than she is in a couple of different places) and, due to the placement of the cuts we see later on, it’d even be a neat visual transition between this temporary look and the one she wears as her permanent Batgirl gear.

But, no. All we got was a cliche quip and the implication that Stephanie cares more about Being Batgirl than she does her own safety, comfort or modesty.

But you know what really, really drives me nuts about this line? 

There is no way for us as readers to know whether it was an intentional change to Steph’s characterization or just a careless, thoughtless joke. 

The latter would be bad enough, as it implies that the people in charge of this character’s big spotlight starring role neither know nor care about the fundamental basics of who she is as a person and think that Batman handed her everything. But if it’s a deliberate change? That would imply a lot worse.

Because sewing, you see, is women’s work. In our dominant culture, it’s viewed as a feminine skill and a girly hobby. And our very special heroine simply can’t be shown to have girly interests or hobbies. That would make her… like other girls.

Even if that’s not a conscious mindset, I can see that being why the (entirely cisgender male) creativity team valued the skill so little they didn’t even think before tossing it aside for a joke. Frankly, given how the series goes on to treat both Steph and literally all of the women around her, I would not be surprised in the slightest.

But that’s a topic for another day. 

For now, I hope I've made my point. People are going to think I'm exaggerating when I say this but I really believe it’s true: the entire series is like this. If you read it in a vacuum and don't think about it, it seems perfectly functional, but the second you bring in outside context or start questioning things even a little, it all falls apart. And instead of drawing on Steph's established history and personality to make her a compelling and unique protagonist, it strips her down to nothing but shallow cliches to render her out as little more than a blank, generically quirky cipher for insecure people to project themselves onto.

It’s honestly depressing. 

#meta #batgirl #batgirl 2009 #stephanie brown #canon critical #critique of canon #long post #sorry #a lot of the topics I'm interested in talking about are interesting to me and possibly no one else #but they literally will not get out of my head so here I scream them into the void #so have a passionate defense of sewing as an artform from someone who couldn't sew a button

[mjlovescm]

18- #1 Groupie

Completed, 27 chapters, “She’s an angel” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

Author's note: This chapter is in Rodrick's pov

“I don't know, man, it does kinda sound like you are jealous.” Ben tells me as I open the garage. 

“Yea Rodrick, why do you care some much who she goes on dates with.” 

“It wasn't a date, it was a hangout.” I correct Chris. “And y/n's my best friend, and I'm like her only friend.” 

“Aren't we her friends too.” Chris says unplugging the speaker wires. 

“Yeah, but only because of me.”

Chris and Ben share a look, something they'd been doing a lot around me. I ignore it, as I always do, and we continue to move our instruments into my van. Once everything is inside, we get in the van and I start driving. Not to the gig, but to y/n's house. 

I send her a quick text message to let her know I was outside before hopping out of my car. 

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 :) -𝚢/𝚗

I smile when she replies instantly. Quickly putting it away and replacing it with my normal scowl. And as she promised, a minute later, y/n is outside the house and practically skipping towards me. Well, at least doing her best attempt in those big black boots. 

I swallow as I take in how she looks. I told her she didn't have to dress a certain way for the concert, but she insisted. 

y/n we both know this isn't heavy metal

But she looked hot as always, so who cares.

She was wearing a tight cropped black shirt with a skull on it. Not a scary skull or even a regular one. A cartoon skull with a bow on it. Her bottom half was a short leather skirt stopping at her thighs with fishnets and lastly a pair of long black boots. Also, leather, which added a few inches to her natural height. 

“See anything you like.” She says with a smile, hands motioning up and down her body.

“You look so fucking cliché.” 

Her lips pull into a dramatic frown. I smile at the expression, and she does the same. Happily, she walks well, more like a waddle. To the other side of the van and gets into the car.

The drive to the gig is quick. Once we were  there, we all get out and start moving things out of the van. When we're done,  the boys go backstage, leaving me to help y/n find a good spot in the crowd. 

“Make some noise for Löded Diaper.”

It's a roller coaster of anxiety every time we perform. The planning and thought of it is pure excitement. Then you're actually sitting on that stage and your body is buzzing with nerves. Finally, the lights are on us, and we just  start playing. Almost like my hands start moving on autopilot. 

Nothing really compares to the feeling. 

“I know the drummer!” y/n yells. “He's my best friend! GO RODRICK!”

Except maybe having sex. With y/n. I twirl one of my drum sticks in my fingers and point it at her with a smile. We play a few more songs, ending the last one with a drum solo. And even though my focus is on my drums and even when the crowd roars cheering me on, y/n's voice is the only one I hear. 

“You guys did so good!” She exclaimed,  practically jumping into my arms and pulling me into a hug. Voice rough from yelling. 

Our bodies swing around as we struggle to keep balance. I hold her tightly, so we won't fall over. Once we have some balance, I set her down, loosening my hold but breaking the hug.

“We're we really that good?” I ask only so I can hear her say it again. My voice rough as well. 

“So good, I think I might have to be Löded Diapers number one fan.” 

“You mean my number one fan.” I tell her with a cocky expression. 

She makes a fake thinking face. 

“I don't know about that. I kinda have a thing for guitars to be honest.” She teases me  her fingers playing with my hair at the back of my head. 

I scoff dramatically. 

“Drummers are way better.” I whisper against her neck teasing her back.  

“You have to be really good with your fingers to play those strings, though.”

Not replying to the comment. I drag my lips against her skin from her neck to her jaw, then her ear. A small gasp leaving her at the feeling. 

“And I'm not good with mine.” I hummed before pulling away and looking into her eyes. 

She stammers for a second. 

“I never said that.”

“Good because my number one fan would never say something like that.” 

“I guess that makes me your number one fan.” 

“I guess it does.” She smirks. 

Unknown to me or y/n the other boys watch from afar as we talk. 

“Maybe he isn't in the friend zone.” 

“The way she was screaming his name in there, definitely not.” 

Next chapter ;)

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[maskspurpose]

omg whoa crazy... known poly wtei ambassador maskspurpose just happened to rb a ship ask meme....... guess i have no choice...

22 - wataei, 19 - watayuzu, 16 - eiyuzu, 13 - wataeiyuzu 😳

youre so fucking cute and i dont even think you know it. what the fuck.

wataei: 22 - How do they apologize after arguments?

kidnapping each other with helicopters. this shits easy, next question. UM no okay i think to some extent they do have the general balance of it down-- both of them are good ("good", maybe even okay or fine) at recognizing when they've done something thats upset the other but neither one of them is good at saying "im sorry" and they instead rely on other means to try and make it up to the other. eichi is really good at long-winded explanations in which he can get kinda self-flaggelaty that wataru isnt a huge fan of and wataru likes to rely on like big gestures of reconciliation and while both of those do help i think the biggest element of them making up is then like... in them spending time together?

i think wataru at one point must have told eichi to stop apologizing for stuff because eichi gets SO down about it to a point where it doesnt help either of them

watayuzu: 19 - How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

god you know that one homescreen line where yuzuru asks wataru to make a mess so he can clean it up because he needs that right now? i think it's partially stuff like that. fine have all become really good at watching out for each other and i think wataru is one of the people who watches out the most for yuzuru. it's like the whole thing about masks, imo? like as the people most accustomed to wearing a kind of mask, they find it easiest to let it down around the person who understands it.

like i think there's a lot contained in the simple act of like having someone who you feel you can ask for stuff without really having to hold back even if it's something as simple as "i'm feeling down or frustrated or just generally On Edge and need a distraction, youre a good distraction, please help" and i think wataru would approach yuzuru for similar reasons... i just almost used the phrase "when he needs to be grounded" which is ig a fun double-meaning here... hehe

eiyuzu: 16 - What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

The image of yuzuru being forced to do any domestic task in the company of eichi would perhaps drive both of them crazy. can "schemeing corporate warfare" be a domestic activity? can "tormenting ibara" be one?

I like the thought of them actually doing more work together after Yuzuru graduates-- he already helps out a lot at the office but I like the idea of Eichi involving him more in this type of work when school is no longer a factor. it's the opposite of domestic though, I guess... I think Yuzuru is more appreciative of a tea break than even Wataru (who tends to be restless if it goes on for too long, which can be a lot for Eichi on stressful days) especially if Eichi actually forces him to engage. I think he has to start out using like weird underhanded tactics to actually get Yuzuru to go along with whatever he's doing (you know the story where he's doing breakroom drink alchemy? yeah) until he's successfully tricked him into a regular (semi-peaceful, it's still yuzuru and eichi whos main bonding activity imo involves discussing war strategies or something) one on one mid-workday date

wataeiyuzu: 13 - What’s their opinions on PDA?

SPLIT. i think its something yuzuru isn't comfortable with to the same extent as wataei. i think he'd enjoy like. casual terms of endearment and potentially even just like the odd subtle casual like. touch or brush of hands (i think wataru and eichi are both ABSOLUTELY on board w shit like this. its about the Tension.), but he won't let himself be roped into making out in the starpro office or anywhere where someone who isn't any of the three of them might be able to see it. tori is a complicating factor and i think yuzuru really struggles ESPECIALLY when tori is around because it's so ingrained to him that he cannot really let himself be human around tori and that takes a while to unlearn? i think he does eventually but ig the like timeline i'm thinking about is canon-adjacent and. yeah not yet LOL. this is the real reason we don't know about wataeiyuzu being canon, perhaps.

another complicating factor is of course all of them being public figures and ESPECIALLY idols. i think wataru and eichi are both people who wouldn't have an issue with pda in theory but they are both ABSOLUTELY aware of stuff like public image etc and put huge importance on that so they're absolutely extremely careful about what they actually do when observed by more than just. fellow idols.

#thank you babe <3 #enstars / #not tagging this bc im self-conches