#i really like this mix because it's just a combo of all the shit i listen to

[jadeslashes]

꩜﹒how they mark you ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

includes: patrick bateman, charles lee ray, tiffany valentine, jason voorhees, michael myers, pinhead, jennifer check, freddy krueger, jackson rippner, stu macher, billy loomis.

warnings: nsfw, possessive & abusive behavior. minors please dni.

tw: mentions of blood, knives, cutting, hickeys, biting & burn marks.

🪓﹒PATRICK BATEMAN ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he would have you wearing something of his, or he’d buy you something for you to wear

and he’d take any chance he can get to show it off, too

“see that necklace they’re wearing? i got it for them.” and then he’d go on to explain where he got it from, and probably reference how expensive it was because it’s patrick

oh and it strokes his ego a little bit every time he hears or sees you showing it off to your friends <3

🛠﹒CHARLES LEE RAY ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he would shamelessly kill anyone who got too close to you, he barely gives a shit about marking you

but if anything he’d mark you by stubbing out his cigs on your arm to leave a mark (and if you’re lucky or ask nicely he might make it in the shape of a heart just for you)

🖤﹒TIFFANY VALENTINE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

bite marks and lipstick prints

if she can sneak a kiss on your neck, lips or collar of your shirt that’ll leave the print of her lipstick on you, she’ll do it

and whenever someone points it out she laughs because she can tell that they know she’s the one who left it (and she loves the either flustered and embarrassed look or the somewhat proud and nonchalant look on your face when they do)

and of course she’d leave a few hickeys occasionally too, not all the time though

🕸﹒JASON VOORHEES ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he’d do a few different things to let you and other people know you’re his

you’d have several articles of clothing and jewelry that he’d want you to be wearing, likely things that he found that he thought you’d like

honestly if he thought anyone was getting too close to you, rather than just trying to mark you he’d just do something more direct to scare them off

🔪﹒MICHAEL MYERS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

cuts & hickeys combo

even if people don’t know that they came from him, they still know that you’re off the market

and whenever they start to heal or become less visible he replaces them with new ones <3

⛓﹒PINHEAD ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

the torture that they inflict is enough to mark you

they know that after the experience they gave you, the mix of pain and pleasure and every wound, bruise and cut that you got along the way is enough to ensure that you’re only theirs

you and them both know no one else could give you something like that, so that’s all they need to do <3

🩸﹒JENNIFER CHECK ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

call me basic for this one but i think jennifer would always mark you up with hickeys

all over your neck, shoulders, collarbone, thighs, everywhere <3

and when she’s with you out in public where people can see the two of you and your hickeys, she loves knowing that people can tell that she’s the one who gave them to you

holding your hand and kissing you and introducing you as her significant other isn’t enough, she needs people to know that you’re all hers

💭﹒FREDDY KRUEGER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

i’ve talked about this concept a bit in a previous post but

he’d knick you with light little scratches with his blades in your dreams so you’d always wake up to see them

it’s his little way of reminding you that he’s there <3

sure, if ever someone asks about them you just lie about it most of the time, but that’s fine because you both know where those scratch marks came from, it’s your little secret

🛩﹒JACKSON RIPPNER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

i think he’d like it if you used his cologne, or wore something of his that smelled like him, he’d offer you his jacket or shirt at every chance he gets, especially if you are out in public somewhere

he likes the idea of you smelling like him, having his scent on you

i really don’t know why tbh,, maybe that’s just a me thing but it’s hot imo

and as a bonus he just kind of always casually has his hand on you in some way, on the small of your back, on your thigh, you get the idea

🥩﹒STU MACHER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

okay he might not necessarily physically mark you, but he definitely makes it clear that you’re his

whenever you two are out together or with friends he’s all over you, arm around the waist, kissing you, pulling you closer to him, all that shit

more often than not if someone looks in your direction he’s got his hands on you in one way or another

📞﹒BILLY LOOMIS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

i see billy as having a huge thing for knives, so he’d cut his initials into your thigh or your arm

i wouldn’t put it past him to leave you with a few bruises too

“you’re mine, y’know that? all mine.”

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher imagines #patrick bateman x reader #chucky x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #pinhead x reader #billy loomis x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jackson rippner x reader #jennifer check x reader #stu macher x reader #slasher fucker

[chaotic-mystery]

dbf!joel x crybaby!reader is my fav.

joel makes the reader squirt for the first time which gets her all embarrassed and teary eye. so he just ends up pinning her down on the bed and making her squirt a dozen times to prove how much he likes it.

“Joel go faster please you’re fucking killing me” you whined and moved your hips against him, trying to create some sort of friction. “Be patient for me sugar, I wanna take my time with ya” He pressed his forehead against yours and dipped his hand down your underwear. A groan left his lips as he teased your entrance before slipping a finger inside you. “Oh fuck baby you’re so damn tight, think you can be a good girl and let me fit another finger inside ya?” He spoke in the crook of your neck followed by harsh kisses and low grunts as his finger pumped in and out of you. A nod was all you could manage to respond with as you were there in pure bliss, your bottom lip between your teeth and your eyes screwed shut. His thumb met your needy clit and ran tight circles over it while he managed to get another finger inside you, your slick dripping down to his knuckles.

The combo he had going on you was sending you over the fucking moon, this was a different type of lust for you. All you could do was beg for more and buck your hips against him. “Pretty girl you love that don’t ya, my fingers deep inside your soakin pussy that’s just dying to cum for me, that right?” You moaned in agreement and his fingers came to an abrupt stop. “Joel what the fuck are you doing?” Your eyes opened wide and you looked at him in confusion mixed with annoyance. “Use your words baby and ill keep goin, you can do it. Now, answer my question for me” his stern words only turned you on more as you managed out a ‘yes’ for him, and his fingers started up again. “Mmm j-just like that baby, don’t stop please, oh-h fuck” he had you right where he wanted you, a moaning mess and you could feel yourself about to cum, grinding against his fingers. Your thighs clamped together and it only took him seconds to pry them open, causing him to circle your clit harder and his fingers curling deeper inside you. You definitely came, but it was really wet and it felt different. “Holy shit, baby doll..” Joel stated as he sat up, and you looked down between your legs to see a puddle growing on the bed sheets.

“Joel I’m..I’m so sorry I don't know what happened I’ve never done that before I’m sorry” you sat up in his bed and pulled your knees to your chest, tears pricking your eyes. All you could do was apologize repeatedly before the tears started flowing. “Look at me, angel” he stated as he cupped your face to look at him. “Don’t feel bad for that, ever. I didn’t mind it at all.” Tears kept falling from your eyes and you turned away from him “You’re just saying that, you don’t mean it.” He scoffed and before you knew what he was doing, he grabbed your ankles and unfolded your legs, spreading them before he climbed on top of you and pinned your arms above your head. He roughly planted his lips against yours, his free hand around your throat. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, you could feel his breath against you. “Listen to me, little girl. Don’t ever say that to me, everything I tell you I mean one hundred percent. So now because you thought I’d ever lie to my girl, you’re gonna count how many times I’m gonna make you squirt until you get it through your thick fuckin skull i loved every second of it.”

#joel miller #the last of us #dbf!joel #joel tlou #joel miller drabble #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #dbf!joel miller x crybaby!reader #this was so filthy I love u bunches #pedro pascal x you

[devildomresidentt]

How would they dress?

Younger Bros Edition

Satan

Mainly dark and neutral colors ~ Browns, Beiges, Sage Greens, and Blacks

Took him the longest out of all his brothers to develop his own personal style due to his lack and over-concentrated knowledge of Fashion

Always carrying some type of bag with him to store any books, notebooks/journals, and cat treats/toys for any strays

Isn’t inspired by any type of specific fashion type, but he has a specific style he likes to call his own that’s distinctive to him

Always wearing an oversized t-shirt and button up combo, or a Sweater + Button up combo

Asmodeus

A mix of colors ~ Light pinks & Reds to Whites and Blacks

Inspired by Preppy/Minimalist Fashion along with Club fashion (but I can also see him being into Rave Fashion/Culture)

Loves to wear revealing clothing like crop tops, tanks with cut outs, and low rise jeans, but also loves to wear sweaters, varsity jackets, and Wide legged/Flared jeans

He would wear thongs/g-strings along with low rise jeans or with a pair of regular jeans + a crop top (Or he’ll just wear them as a fun surprise for his partner <3)

Beelzebub

Mainly Dark colors ~ Blacks, Deep Reds, Grays

Same as Levi will always wear oversized Graphic tees and hoodies, Beel will always rock some type of tank/compression shirt

Prefers gym or basketball shorts over jeans, but also enjoys wearing loose sweats & Cargos

Isn’t really inspired by any type of fashion, he just wears what he finds the most comfortable to workout in, or what he thinks he looks the best in (he looks good in anything I love him so much)

One of the reasons he prefers tanks is because he has multiple tattoos across his the left side of his chest, to his shoulders going down his arm that all have important meanings (Some corresponding to his brothers, some representing Lilith, and even some to cover up his scars from the celestial war)

Belphegor

Little smelly emo shit.

Dark & Light colors ~ Deep purples, Blacks, Grays, and Whites

The first thing you notice about him when he enters a room is the sound of his pant chains jingling and his eye-catching studded belts

Always wanted to have to ‘Older brother in the 2000’s aesthetic’ so he took heavy inspo from it once he was given more individuality in his style after the Fall

I can also see him dressing more on the Colorful Scene side decked out head to toe in Neons, Blacks, and checkered patterns

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me! #obey me drabble #obey me hcs #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[decepti-thots]

hello !! wish you a good day !

if you don't mind, I would like to know your thoughts about ratchet's and drift's age. I'm feeling hyperfixated on age in general, but these two keep me extremely confused. I like the concept that drift is waaaay younger than ratchet, but does it just come from fanfiction ? some places tell me that they're the same age, and some say that drift is actually elder than ratchet ! so, what do you have to say about this ? thank you ((:

That is indeed a fanon idea, and one that doesn't really work with what we know of canon! We don't have specifics on their ages in relation to each other, but we know that Drift and Ratchet were contemporaries, because of the fact that they ran into each other well before the war, with both of them clearly having been around for a while already. While there's no reason we couldn't assume, with what we know, that Ratchet is overall older- there's not really a way to make him much older relatively speaking. He's clearly not like, Cyclonus' contemporary, or anything like that, which would probably be what would be needed for him and Drift to have a meaningful gap in age or experience.

I do seem to recall there being confirmation Drift is older that Megatron in the canon- so yeah, he's not super young.

I believe the idea that Drift is actually the older of the two is something Roberts tweeted when asked, IIRC. He seemed to think there was something in MTMTE/LL itself which did make this canon (rather than word-of-god) but I don't believe anyone could ever work out what he seemed to be referring to? Regardless, if you see people say that Drift is older, they're probably referring to this word-of-god statement. (Unless there's something which proves Ratchet is not older than Megatron..? God, I can't keep this shit straight, they're all vaguely contemporaries, it doesn't matter as much given how long they live who is a few hundred years older, lmao.)

As to why fanon casually assumed Drift was so much younger for ages... combo of 'Ratchet calls Drift 'kid' as a nickname' (which is probably Ratchet acting creakier than he really is as usual and being mildly condescending, lmao) and 'fandom tropes just Assume ships with their dynamic are old guy/young guy' stuff.

EDIT: aha! I misremembered slightly; got myself mixed up. The word of god confirmation was for Drift and Megatron, apologies anon. Here's the thread:

I am... not sure if there is an actual way to 100% infer this from the text tbh, I'm not quite sure what he means now I think about it, but it's in line with everything else we see so I'm not inclined to quibble. Drift's older than Megs and Rodimus (who are of course around of an age with each other, as per EC), which I think probably just puts him around Ratchet's contemporary if you look at the other context clues there. No big difference of note, either way.

[glitt3r-litt3r]

Princess

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!reader

Summary: When y/n’s cheer squad find out who her boyfriend is they have a lot to say

A/N i’m terrible at summaries lol. Y/N being a boss bitch lowkey. I can’t stop thinking about Eddie it’s like ruining my day in the best way possible. This doesn’t have a specific time cuz there’s nothing stranger things about it besides the characters.

The sun was beating down on the field today, even with the fall breeze I was still breaking a sweat. It was hard to maintain the same pace when I spent all summer sitting in the back of Eddie’s van listening to music and eating chips. 

Every season it’s like this but I’m glad to be back. I love the way it feels, the burn in my legs and arms and lungs. Something about working out always made me feel the best, that’s why I joined the squad. The minute there’s a girls softball team at Hawkins i’ll be on it. Especially because I can’t stand most of the girls. They are constantly judging everyone while simultaneously signing up for canned food drives. Hypocrites. 

I was stretching my legs out in between drills when I hear Michelle scoff. 

“What is the freak doing here?” she asks, drawing attention to the bleachers. 

There he was, boots stomping onto the metal bleachers. He was wearing sunglasses and his classic leather/vest combo. At the sight of him my face flares up red, he said he was going to pick me up not watch the whole thing. 

“He’s only here to perv on us” Says Kimberly. Actually he was here to perv on me but whatever.

“he’s probably here scouting his next victim to try and sell drugs to” someone says behind me.

Victim? These girls are clueless.

“that’s not how drug deals even work.” I deadpan. Fuck that sounded wrong.

“I mean, from what I hear they seek him out not vice versa. Just saying...” They were all staring at me now. Their faces were a mix of confusion and doubt. 

“Can we get back to the drills now” I say before running off. There was a nice breeze but there was sweat all down the back of my shirt. Luckily Eddie has seen me sweaty before or I’d be real embarrassed right about now.

The rest of practice I tried not to look to my left whenever possible. Every time I saw him sitting there my stomach flipped and I would stumble or miss my mark. It was better to not look, for safety reasons. He was smiling each time I looked over, little shit. As time went on more boys started dotting the stands trying to catch a glimpse of something or to watch their girlfriends. Eddie sits far away from any of them pretending to read a comic.

Patrick, who has had a crush on me since last season, was among them. I made extra effort not to look any where near him. Especially since Eddie is not the best at handling these types of situations with grace, 

“Oh my god Y/N! Patrick has been staring at you for the last ten minutes” Someone squeals. They break out into ooo’s and little encouragements. I drink some water and think of what to say.

“He’s cute! And he plays basketball with Jason, I could set you guys up” Chrissy says smiling brightly. She’s always been really kind but no way in hell am I letting that happen. 

“He’s not really my type” I say trying to leave it simple. It’s also true, I'm more into heavy metal listening, leather wearing sweethearts who like Star Wars so Patrick is pretty far off. 

“You say that about everyone! Who is your type?” Asks Michelle.

Images of Eddie pop into my head. His soft smile reserved only for me. Him air drumming as he drives singing as loud as he can. The way he sleeps on his stomach like a baby holding onto the pillow. His eyes when he’s playing guitar. The slight frizzy halo his hair makes in the sunlight. I think of the smell of leather and weed. The feeling of his rings on my face. Without hesitation I say his name.

“Eddie Munson.” 

There’s a moment of silence and I think everyone’s going to die from shock. The first noise that breaks the pause is a laugh. Everyone joins in thinking i’m obviously making a joke of some sort. 

“Y/N don’t be mean! I know he’s a freak but don’t get his hopes up”

“You’re so funny Y/N”

“God can you imagine the kind of girl who’d actually go out with that freak?” 

They are laughing full on now. The tips of my ears are burning and I can feel the sweat running down my neck. 

“Alright girls! You are dismissed. Go home, rest, and come back ready to learn the new routines tomorrow.” says the coach. Thank god

Everyone starts moving toward the benches but I can’t move just yet. Take a deep breath and try again. Eddie see’s everyone heading toward their stuff and stands up preparing to walk back to the D&D room to wait for me. 

I grab my back and hurry toward the bleachers. When I pass the girls I hear them snicker again. 

“Hey Munson!” I shout walking faster now. Everyone pauses and turns their attention to me. Wondering what a girl like me could want with a guy like him. 

Eddie turns toward me shocked that I’m shouting his name in front of everyone. 

When I get to the bleachers I step onto the first step pulling his shoulders forward into a kiss. He freezes against me before I feel him melt onto my lips. When I pull back his pupils are huge and he has a lazy smile on his face. 

“Hi sweetheart” he whispers 

“Hi baby” 

I grab his hand and start walking back to the school. Everyone is staring but honestly I don’t really care. Eddie tries to regain his composure by placing his sunglasses on again. His cheeks are still red though.

“Let them stare. Fuck em” I say kissing his hand guiding him forward. 

“yeah fuck em” he says lowly. 

This moment of confidence and euphoria is cut short when I hear Michelle behind us. 

“You can’t be serious Y/N,” 

Eddie stops first tugging my arm to make me turn back. Michelle and her robots are standing there with their arms crossed. 

“He’s a drug dealer! You could get kicked off the squad for getting involved with people like him” Her nose is all the way turned up as she refers to my boyfriend. The girls on either side of her nod their head.

“Well you could get kicked off the squad if the coach knew you used the locker room to let Jacob Cunningham go to third base but you don’t hear me blabbing about all that.” I state matter of factly.  It’s true and everyone knows it but still when I say it her mouth drops open. I watch as the anger bubbles over and she stomps her foot before squealing like a pig.

“Oh you are so dead! No one’s gonna wanna hang out around you or that freak ever again.” She screams

At the word freak I move toward her dropping Eddies hand who’s watching this with a mix of adoration and fear.

“Call him a freak again and I’ll break your teeth in” I’m standing directly in front of her now. Her robots have taken two steps back and are watching to see my next move. 

“did you just threaten me? I’m telling the coach that-”

“That what? That you are harassing me and my boyfriend?” I ask.  When she doesn’t answer I keep going. “Tell her that you guys spend every day making his life miserable because you’re jealous. You’re so jealous of him it makes your skin crawl, you wish you could do whatever you want but you’re stuck doing what everyone else wants you to do. You do cheer and make honor roll and buy all the expensive clothes and date boys who play basketball but at the end of the day you go home and cry yourself to sleep so why don’t you bury your head in the sand and wait for the prom.” I say turning back to Eddie.

I hold my hand out toward him and smile. All the anger from weeks of hiding is gone and I feel lighter than ever. 

When we’re out of earshot he breaks out into laughter. 

“ A Breakfast Club quote? Really?” 

I laugh loudly not thinking he caught that. 

“It was the only thing that came to mind!” I defend. He shakes his head at my cliché comeback. 

“Well still that was badass” He kisses my cheek proudly

We make it inside just in time for the D&D meeting. 

“I’m gonna go change and i’ll meet you in there okay?” I kiss him before heading to the bathroom. 

When I walk into the room Eddie is recounting the story eccentrically to the entire club. The lights are dimmed for game mode so I know everyone’s eagerly waiting to start. When he see’s me enter he stops with his arms open and smiling brightly.

“And here she is fresh from defending my honor the Princess of Hellfire” He starts clapping dramatically. He looks so proud of me. I blush at the stupid nickname. Being the only girl had it’s perks, having to be called the Princess was not one of them. 

“Gentlemen” I say curtseying and bowing my head holding my imaginary dress in my hands. They greet me kindly like they always do. Eddie sits in his chair and opens his legs inviting me to sit on his lap. I walk over slowly before lowering myself onto his left leg where I always sit. He places his hands on my hips and squeezes gently. Before he starts he whispers in my ear,

“Thank you so much sweetheart. Remind me to buy you as many Spiderman comic books as you want next time we go out.” He kisses my shoulder. I know how hard it’s been for him being stuck here. I want him to get out of here just as much as he does.

“you don’t have to thank me baby, I love you” I say turning to kiss him. 

“I love you more-”

“Can we start please!” someone shouts. 

I laugh and face foreword. 

“Fine it’s your death.” Eddie mutters before starting his script for his campaign.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson is hot #i love eddie munson

[flibbetygibbetsbro]

Some people really liked it, so here is some more of my unhinged fanfic of keefe in the forbidden cities

The

kid had come out of nowhere and she managed to hit him with her bike. Shit.

…

"Holy crap, are you good, man?" 

The boy she had hit blinked through his blurry vision to see a girl kneeling over him, her messy hair blowing in the breeze. All he could do was groan. His butt hurt. The boy tried to stand but only wobbled, nearly toppling over. The girl caught his arm keeping him steady, but that only seemed to make him woozier. His vision went blank.

"Wowsa, I guess you're NOT good then."

That was the last thing the boy heard before passing out. 

…

Name. What was his name again? He couldn't remember. His head hurt. His heart ached. What was his-

Oh yeah.

It was Keefe.

He forced his eyes open to find himself laying on some sort of table and bench combo thinking in the shade of a gigantic oak tree. Keefe turned his head to look at the bench connected to the table. Why connect them? Humans are weird. As he studied the bench, his gaze was caught on a leg.

That leg belonged to a person.

Keefe shot upright, ignoring the rush of lightheadedness as his body tensed, ready to flee.

"Woa there, bud. Chill out. I'm not going to steal your liver," the blond girl next to him said. The reinsurance should have made him feel better, but the thing about the liver seemed very unessacy. It made his gut twist a bit, almost like she was going back on her word and stealing his liver right then and there. "So, uh, what's your name?" the girl inquired. She seemed a little shy, but not in the "omg you're so hot and charming" way he was more used to, but in the "I just carried you to a table in a park and now I have no clue what to do with you now" way. Keefe supposed he'd feel about the same in her place. 

Keefes brain was so out of wack, he didn't even answer the girls question. He just looked at her blankly while his brain grasped onto the least important things. Like how she wasn't acting like most girls did around him. Maybe she was one of those people Sophie mentioned to him. What were they called again? Lemonon? Lebonan? No, lesbian. 

Before he fully grasped what he was saying, he blurted out, "Are you a lesbian?" 

"Nice to meet you "are you a lesbian"," she retorted dryly. 

Keefe reddened and crossed his arms irritably. (GOSH his head hurt). "I don't need to tell you anything."

She snorted and smirked a little, "Well aren't you a salty little cookie." Keefe just stared at her confused. Did she just call him…a baked good? He was befuddled before, but now he was baffled. He may have watched humans before, but this was the first time he had actually spoken to him. Were they all this confusing? 

"What?"

Keefe must have looked as baffled as he felt because the girl cringed slightly and seemed to shed a little bravo. "Sorry, I kind of forgot that you literally fainted, like, 20 minutes ago."

Wait, he'd been out at long?! "Wait, I've been out that long?!"

"Yep, you kinda freaked me out. I have a couple of friends that faint sometimes, but it usually isn't for more than a minute or two. You'd better get home and get something to eat." 

"Oh yeah, I guess." Sweet, he could just walk away and everything would be fine-

"I'll walk with you."

Keefe bit back a curse. This weird human was making it VERY hard to be undercover. With a forced grin he hoped was charming (he probably looked like he was freshly done with his daily hair appointment…with the mouth of Verdi the T-Rex), he stood to leave and find a corner hidden enough to lightleap away. "Nah, I'm good, uh…" She never gave HER name either. "...cookie." Wow. That was smooth. (Not really). 

As Keefe moved his legs to leave, everything went fuzzy for a moment before his vision cleared. Suddenly towering above him was the girl with the tail end of a shocked expression twisting into a mix of amusement and irritation. Realizing that he had fallen flat on his butt, he looked up at the girl a little sheepishly. 

"You're "good", huh? Oh, and my name is Soda." Soda was worse than Cookie in keefes mind, but Soda dragged him to his feet before he could dwell on names for too long. "Come on, we're going to Subway."

…

Subway, as it turns out, was not an underground collection of dangerous human transportation, but an above ground collection of dangerous human food. Wasn't the ham Soda ordered made from pigs? Ew. 

Soda turned to Keefe after she finished ordering her sandwich on the weird assembly line. "What do you want?" 

Keefe tried to play it cool, but his nose wrinkled a bit when he mumbled, "I'm good."

Raising an eyebrow, she seemed ready to add a sparky remark, but she paused when she noticed the way Keefe kept sending sideways glances at the meat section. "Oh. You're vegetarian." 

Before Keefe could intergect Soda had already ordered him a vegetarian sandwich. Keefe recalled that cheese was made from cows milk.

Ew.

The two of them sat in a corner booth. As Soda calmly ate her sandwich and drank her soda (was she named after drink of was it named after HER?), Keefe figeted and ignored his sandwich. The human emotions didn't make the world spin like it did when he first leaped, but his head still pounded and he had trouble focusing. Again, he found himself focusing on all the wrong things.

"Why do you have the same name as your drink?"

Soda smiled slightly (she was used to people asking about her name), but the way he phrased the question made her lips twitched downwards once. It was almost like he didn't know what soda was. Nah,that's crazy…

#Fair warning I didn't bother to do a proofread #if you want to hear more about their dynamic just send me an ask #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc fandom #keefe sencen #kotlc keefe

[naminethewriter]

On the Road, Just the Two of Us

Chapter Two: A Game for Just the Two of Us

Masterpost | First | Next | Ao3

Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek

Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.

Content Warnings: Innuendos, Food, Gross Food Combinations

🌻🌻🌻🌻

“Remus, keep your eyes on the road.”

“There’s no other car in sight though!”

“Right, and that can’t change any second. Or you drive off the road and we get stuck in the mud,” Janus scoffed.

Remus whined, “But I’m bored!”

“Then stop and I’ll drive.”

“No! You drove most of yesterday, you need rest!”

“Then stop complaining.”

Remus grumbled but kept quiet. Instead, he started shifting in his seat, trying to get the energy out. Janus watched him worriedly. There must be something to keep him occupied while still focusing on the road, right? He let his eyes wander around what he kept at the front of the camping van, looking for any inspiration.

He found it when his eyes fell on their food supply.

“I have an offer for you,” he announced to Remus, whose eyes flickered to him instantly, though he directed them back to the road just as quick.

“What?”

“We’ll play a game. I’ll mix some of our food in unusual combinations and you try to guess what it is. No peeking, so keep your eyes on the road. If you can’t we’ll stop playing.”

Remus practically vibed in his seat from the excitement and he nodded.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme!”

“Let me have a moment to prepare, you child,” Janus laughed, glad that his idea was well received. He started sorting through the basket of stuff they kept up front for mid-drive snacks and placed them around himself for better reach. Then he considered what to combine first.

“Alright, open your mouth. And remember, eyes on the road the entire time.”

With a little whoop, Remus followed his instructions and Janus popped the first thing in his mouth, impaled on a toothpick.

“Close and guess.”

Remus chewed excitedly but his expression soon shifted to disappointment.

“Oh, c’mon, Janny! Peanut butter and apple? That’s too easy!”

“Is it now?”

“Yes! I can’t really taste the apple but its crunch gives it away.”

“Does it?”

Remus furrowed his brows. He was pretty certain, but Janus’ smug tone gave him pause.

“Yes?” he replied, more unsure.

“You don’t sound as convinced anymore.”

Remus whined loudly.

“Don’t play mind games with me right now, Janny! That’s unfair! Tease me when we’re in bed together, not now!”

“Fine, fine, fine. It was a pear, not an apple.”

“…You hate crunchy pears.”

“I do.”

“Then why do we have some?”

“Because we’re living in a campervan and don’t go shopping as regularly as we usually do. So I bought some harder pears so that they can soften over a few days,” Janus explained, already putting together the next combination.

“You’re so smart, Jan.”

“Thank you. Now open your mouth.”

🌻🌻🌻🌻

They continued playing like that for another twenty minutes or so. Then Janus announced he had the final thing prepared.

“Awww, do we have to stop already?” Remus complained. Amazingly, he really had been able to keep his eyes gay forward the entire time.

“Yes. I don’t want to waste all our supplies on one game. And while I do know you have a stomach made of iron; I really don’t want you to get diarrhea while we’re in the middle of nowhere.” They did have an on-board toilet, but it was quite small and needed regular emptying. It would not be able to handle what Remus loved to call ‘The Shits™’.

“I guess that makes sense,” Remus agreed, though he still sounded unhappy about it. “Give me the goods.” He hung his mouth wide open and Janus put the last combo on his tongue. Remus chewed for a long moment.

“Pickle water definitely.”

“Yes.”

“It’s really chewy. But all I can taste is the pickles.”

“I might have put this in the jar as soon as we started playing the game.”

“So it’s been sitting in there for like half an hour?! No wonder only the pickles remain!”

“Closer to twenty than thirty minutes but I guess that makes little difference.”

“Smartass.”

“You’re so right, my ass is really smart.”

Remus cackled for a moment before he concentrated back on what he’d just eaten.

“You actually stumped me, fucking shit,” he mumbled a full minute later. Janus smirked.

“It was a sour snake.”

“You smart fucker!”

“Thank you.”

“We’re so playing this again. With a full kitchen. You have to feed me more weird shit.”

“Sure, Remus. I totally don’t regret making this game up now.”

Remus laughed again, bright and cheerful. Janus smiled. Yes, that’s how his boyfriend should always look.

#namiswriting #On the Road Just the Two of Us #Chapter 2: A Game for Just the Two of Us #dukeceitweek2024 #Day 2: Roadtrip #dukeceit #ts janus #janus sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #human au #fluff #innuendo #food #gross food combinations #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[purseowner4thequalityanimation]

400 Follower Special - The Trial of Obtaining and Using Lucifuge

Thank you for your continued support of my blog. Normally I would just post a GIF set and be done, but the demon I had planned turned out to be a huge pain in the ass so I thought I would share the pain. All images under the cut. Spoiler warning and flashing/bright lights warning.

I wanted to make walking/running GIFs of Lucifuge, a high level Tyrant of the Dark-Chaos alignment. He was one of the few remaining unique models in the game. Interestingly NINE appeared to be his playable debut, similar to Gemori and Seth. All three originally appeared in Shin Megami Tensei II as NPCs and would only gain stats in later entries.

NINE, like the name suggests, has nine different potential routes. The usual Law-Neutral-Chaos alignments make up only one axis of endings, with the other being  comprised of Dark-Neutral-Light for a total of nine combinations. From what I can tell by following guides online, you must be on the Dark-Law path in order for Lucifuge to appear and fight you. I realized he had to be defeated to be fused when none of the supposed recipes to make him worked. (Notice the words that are bolded, they’ll come in useful later.)

So I loaded an earlier save from before the alignment lock and got to work getting to the Lucifuge fight, which involved threatening to kill my in-universe little sister to gain enough Dark points for the route change. Prior to fighting Lucifuge himself, I had to fight the ugliest NPC in the entire game who supported himself with 3 Legions and could instantly kill me with Budufyne. Cool. I forgot to take a picture of him. Once he died, Lucifuge showed up to fight me. He was also a pain, as I was down to one demon from the previous fight and he nuked them immediately. But eventually he died, and I was able to proceed.

Now, this is all taking place in the final chapter of NINE so obviously a lot of plot stuff is popping off. Raguel the angel shows up to throw an energy ball at NPC lady Feris, and to serve as the next boss fight. Raguel was much less difficult to defeat.

Raguel’s dead, but this priest isn’t here to deliver a eulogy. The next big player reintroduces himself by throwing an energy ball at Raguel in a bit of poetic justice for Feris earlier, then asks us to join him on the roof. Damn, everyone’s throwing energy balls in here. Here’s a WEBM version if you’re into that shit.

We witness the digital world going to shit on the rooftop and get offered a choice between siding with him or against him (& Sumire, who you can kinda see in the right-hand background).

I choose against and we begin another boss battle. This priestly fellow turns out to be Sariel, another angel, except he’s a fallen angel and at odds with his fellow Shin Megami Tensei II alumni Raguel. Neither of the fights after the Legion Guy-Lucifuge combo were nearly as difficult, so Sariel also goes down. I say “neither” but I forgot to mention I also killed a childhood friend, Baraki, inbetween the Lucifuge and Raguel fights. But that’s not important.

What’s important is I got through all the bosses, and got to a point where I could finally fuse Lucifuge. Which I did, easily.

Finding a place to take GIFs of Lucifuge walking would be tricky, because at this point in the game my first pick, Shinjuku, was no longer an option. Maria, the holy mother, is waiting there to take me to the domain of Yaldabaoth, the false god, so that I may kill him and bring about the reign of Law, and I really didn’t feel like doing that. Even if it would mean seeing her cool not-a-statue-with-dinosaurs-on-it design that never appeared again.

Instead I made my way down to Roppongi, which usually has great music but during this endgame bit is instead silent. I went to summon Lucifuge into my party and got a message I couldn’t. Oh, of course, you can’t have Law demons and Chaos demons in the same party. Doy. Duh. You could never have party that was mixed Law and Chaos in these old SMT games. So I removed the Law demons, set my Navigator demon to neutral and then tried to summon Lucifuge again.

The message remained. What could the issue be? Why was I unable to summon Lucifuge into the overworld? What was this last hurdle between me and Lucifuge? If you have your notes from paragraph 2 and 3, you may want to consult them now. There’s also a hint in the previous paragraph! Put on your thinking caps. Get out your detective pipes. Don’t scroll past Sukuna Hikona until you’ve made a guess. Are you sure of it? Really sure? Alright. Here’s the solution to this locked room murder mystery that robbed me of half an hour of my time:

YOU CAN’T SUMMON CHAOS DEMONS AS A LAW-ALIGNED PLAYER, EVEN IF THEY’RE LOCKED BEHIND THE LAW ROUTE. 

For some reason I guess I assumed this wouldn’t apply to me, and I continued down the Law path subconsciously knowing I wouldn’t be able to actually show off the demon I was dedicating so much time to obtaining. Thankfully, once I realized this I thought to redo this endgame stretch from ANOTHER back-up I had.

And it worked! Instead of fighting Sariel I gave him a disc, murdered Miranda and was able to summon Lucifuge.

Lucifuge offers to hug it out in apology for causing me such pain. I still couldn’t make gifs of him in Shinjuku because Maria is still there, but instead of trying to take me to Yaldabaoth’s realm she’s trying to kill me. And I really don’t feel like taking her on right now. Not when she’s throwing out chains and sefirots like this:

Shin Megami Tensei NINE is a game that exists. Thanks for enjoying my blog. Hopefully I’ll have some neat stuff by the time there’s 500 of you following me.

Also somewhere along the line I did a shooting-energy-ball-gesture at my little sister to disarm her, who was trying to kill me. Probably because I threatened to kill her earlier. Oh well. Get logged out, idiot.

#Shin Megami Tensei #NINE #MegaTen #Lucifuge #Sariel #Raguel #flashing #bright lights #eyestrain #my writing

[yeosatinyngz]

hii, can you do number: 20. “This means war, my dear.” with kaiser saying that? something like enemies to lovers type with sum nice tension? Fem reader please! Also congrats for your 1yr anniversary!!

Consider it done! I tried my best, hope it was alright. Thank you so much!!

#20: “This means war, my dear.”

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Your eyes were glaring at Kaiser’s figure, plotting a petty revenge to get back at him for the shit he pulled on you a few days ago. Your mind flashes back to that day. You were having a terrible day, you pulled an all nighter and got no sleep and you ran out of ingredients to make breakfast with. You couldn’t even go out to buy something because you would be late for your class.

When you arrived to class you were welcomed with a pop quiz which you knew you failed. Next came the class you pulled an all nighter for to finish up a presentation. The professor surprised the class saying she moved the presentation date to tomorrow which meant that you stayed up all night finishing it for no reason. You groaned in defeat as you were absolutely furious at how shitty your luck was throughout the day. 

Deciding to treat yourself you went to the convenience store to buy your favorite drink. However there was only one of your favorite drink left and it was too far down on the top shelf so you weren’t able to reach it. Suddenly a hand from behind you reached for it and you were about to thank the person until he just took the drink and left. Oh you were fuming at that asshole who you soon recognized was Kaiser. You barely knew him but that day you declared him your enemy. 

Which brings us back to the present where you were still plotting ways to get back at him. You thought of an idea as you went back to the same convenience store that you first met him in. You knew he was a frequent customer so you secretly followed behind him when he entered. Seeing that he was reaching over for a pack of ramen you quickly grabbed it away from him. He was about to reach for the other pack of the same ramen next to it but you grabbed them all and threw it into the shopping basket you grabbed before. 

You hurried off to pay for them and then you were out of the store. Before you left you heard Kaiser calling out to you. “Hey you! I wanted that Ramen too, couldn’t you have at least left one for me?” You turned around to face him, “Well I grabbed it first so it sucks to be you.” “This means war, my dear.” “Bring it on asshole.” You both glared at each other after the declaration of war. 

The next few days were just you both pranking each other, weirdly enough they all had to do with food. Leaving toothpaste oreos for him, him getting back at you with salty cookies, you leaving him a bottle of coke (mixed with soy sauce), him getting you back with brussel sprouts disguised as chocolates. You couldn’t take it anymore and confronted him, “How about a truce? I don’t think my stomach can handle any more of your weird food combos.” “Sounds good because my taste buds have been through hell because of you.” You both shaked on the truce and ended the war.

“I wanted to ask you this for a while but how come you started this whole thing in the first place?” “Oh it’s actually kind of dumb but you stole the last drink from me when I had a really bad day so I had it out for you. Sorry for being so childish.” “Oh I see, I apologize for my actions. I hope I can get on your good side.” “Same here, I’m kind of embarrassed that you saw me acting so childish.” “Don’t worry I was also childish as well but it was kind of fun pranking each other not going to lie.” “It was.” You both laughed remembering all the petty pranks you pulled on each other.

“Here’s to a new start. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you!” You stretched your hand out in front of him, he shook your hand and introduced himself. “The pleasure is mine, I’m Michael Kaiser.” “Woo, I’m so glad that’s over now. I’ll see you around?” You said towards Kaiser before you were about to turn to leave. “I’ll do more than just see you around, what do you say to a date?” Your mouth dropped open, was this guy crazy? But you did find him to be very charming so you accepted. “That’s more than ok with me, Um.” You pointed at your phone, too shy to ask for his number. He grabbed your phone and entered his number before teasing you. “Was someone too shy to ask for my number?” 

“Oh shut it, don’t make me declare another war on you.” He raised both of his hands up in the air in defeat. “Okok I’ll stop.” A smile couldn’t help but appear on your face. You both said your goodbyes and you left. Not long after you got a notification. You opened up your phone to a message from “Future bf” saying, “Tomorrow at 5, I’ll pick you up, just send me your address.” You rolled your eyes at the contact name Kaiser put for himself before texting a response and skipping happily the way home.

#yeosatinyngz’s 1 year event #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines #michael kaiser #kaiser michael #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you #kaiser x reader #kaiser x you #kaiser x y/n #yeosatinyngz #yeosatinyngz requests

[slocumjoe]

could i get your take on what the companions (or just my favorite boy X6's) top 10 fave candies/foods would be in a modern AU?

anon you are in luck, because I am constantly thinking about the diets and eating habits of my blorbos

The numbered list isn't in any particular order, it's just so I don't have to manually count each point

so

What the companions would eat if not in a post apocalypse

Cait; Wouldn't have a taste for fancier cuisine. Eats more...hick-ish. I can say that because I was a hick with this kind of diet, growing up. Has a taste for filling, cheap, low-effort food...think lots of fast food, but "healthier" fast food. Like Chipotle, Panera, etc. Can cook, doesn't often, but will if she has a craving. Savory or tart tastes. She tends to eat lighter than you'd expect.

Blueberry brownie anything, favors dark chocolate in general

Submarine sandwiches, anything with pickles

Key lime pie

Salt and vinegar chips and thinks critics of such chips are cowards

Peach Redbull, any energy drinks though

Storebought hummus and Doritos, has been seen eating hummus with just a spoon though

Blueberry bread pudding. Simple to make, fun to eat, very comforting. Buys her bread already stale from a local bakery, has a guy to hook her up with the old shit

Seafood chowder

Sausages in any capacity. Jerky sticks, breakfast sausage, etc. Loves chorizo.

Honey buns from the gas station

Curie; Health nut, she eats like every influencer claims they eat like. Only, Curie actually eats like that. Lots of fresh foods and whole grains, little red meat. However, Curie makes a point to have foods that other health nuts would condemn, thinks its really important to not label any food as "bad." So, she balances between health nut and normal person. Her taste leans toward bright and/or sweet. Dislikes red meat.

Salmon breakfast wraps

Tropical fruit smoothies, eats so much pineapple

Iced tea, favors raspberry. Never seen without an iced tea of some kind

Halibut tacos, likes red cabbage and a fuck ton of lemon on it. Soft shells all the way

Bananas foster

Whipped brie dip, eats it with anything but loves it on apples, basically dessert

Lemon pepper grilled chicken and rice

So many salads, loves that you can just throw shit in a bowl and call it a recipe. Likes strawberries and almonds

Lemon poppyseed muffins

Shrimp and bitter melon stir fry

Danse; mixed bag. One on hand, small town diner tastes. Simple, cheap, good ol' American food. On the other, he's doomed to be a soldier in every universe he's in, so...maybe he picks up some tastes and dishes from places he's toured. Gets a weird pallate that shoots in all directions and makes you wonder what it's like in that thick skull. One day he's a good American boy with pancakes and steak, the next he's eating cake mix dry and drinking tahini from a flask.

Anything BBQ, but a pulled pork devotee

Hot coffee so heavily creamed and sugars it looks like milk. He likes the twix combo of chocolate, shortbread, and caramel flavors

Prepackaged baked goods a la Hostess, fucks up little Debbie oatmeal cookies

Apple and pecan pie

Menemen—Turkish dish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, bell peppers, spices to taste, and (controversially) onions. Adds sausage and cheese, eats it with a fork or spoon (its meant to be eaten with bread)

Khachapuri—Georgian cheesy bread with egg. Eats with a knife and fork. (its meant to be eaten with the bread crust)

Smores pop tarts

Beef and potato stew

Rice bowl with fried egg and avocado, bonus points if it has bacon

Straight cookie dough/brownie/cake batter, usually when he's black out drunk and cannot shame himself out of eating raw egg products.

Deacon; Very childhood comfort food. Y'know, things you had as a kid, but probably grew out of a bit? Eats out of gas stations/takeout frequently. Very open flavor pallete, has tried everything he's had the chance to. Likes one-handed food, stuff you can have the other hand free for. Doesn’t really have a 'theme', has broad horizons for his diet. Likes lighter, mild flavors, though. He eats lightly and on the go a lot.

Hot/corn dogs, taste in hot dog toppings varies

Egg salad sandwiches

French fries and vanilla ice cream, classic combo

Mango sticky rice

Cornbread with any accompaniments. Likes honey or chili, thinks if you have a drink with cornbread, you ain't a real cornhead

Penne alla vodka

Cucumber salad. This could mean a salad with cucumbers, that trending Asian recipe where you cut the cumber so its springy, or eating a cucumber like a hotdog.

Fried mushrooms

Usually just drinks water but will have gator/powerade when he's working. Likes purple flavor

Captain crunch cereal, loves all cereal though. Prefers the kibble stuff to the berries. Starts philosophical debates about the morality of Trix commercials vs Lucky Charms commercials

Gage; His favorite foods reflect his upbringing. Coastal swamp cuisine, cheap and made in bulk. Take Danse's pallate and hyperlocalize it, and then lower the budget by a good amount. Things he grew up eating. Would gradually replace his favorites with pricier, 'less embarrassing' dishes, distances himself from his origins. However, takes care to not looked too loaded. Smokey and savory flavors are his thing, likes more spice than people expect.

Doberge cake, which is layered with pudding, often half-chocolate and half-lemon

Red beans and rice, with stewed pork if they could afford it

Blackened fish of any kind, liked it with cilantro-lime rice

Steak with potatoes and/or eggs

Chronic iced tea drinker like Curie, though he prefers the bitter kinds

Scallops

Brussels sprouts defender and will fight for their honor

Peaches

Was introduced to curry during a business meeting/outing. Could drink that shit from a glass, has it with potatoes and porkchops.

Lobster anything. This is one of those 'less embarresing' things, but he genuinely enjoys a good lobster roll. Even if he prefers a freshly-caught lobster bisque. Again, something he had growing up, something he pushes away.

Hancock; Similar to Deacon, but favors fatty, greasy food. No, it's not the drugs, that's just his metabolism. He's a skinny twink, always starving, can never put on weight. Eats as much as Danse, who is a big guy and needs more calories than most. He's really into street food and foreign dishes, won't eat at a restaurant if they speak fluent English or have good customer service. IYKYK. Very comfort food heavy, lots of "this would slap with Netflix at 2 am"

A classic oxtail, mac and cheese, and collard green take out combo

Any and all American-chinese take out, usually gets eggplant tofu with chow mein and cream cheese rangoons

"Walking tacos", those things where you open a small bag of chips and dump White People taco makings in. Probably just tips the whole thing into his mouth

Yakitori, Japanese chicken skewers, popular bar food

Bloody Mary cocktails

Pizza, will fight for the honor of pineapple. Would really be into how Brazil does pizza

Frozen yogurt and ice cream, piles with toppings

Breakfast sandwiches or wraps. Egg, meat, cheese, doesn't matter the time nor specifics.

Jam donuts, loves cherry fillings

Puppy chow/muddy buddies, chex cereal covered in chocolate and powdered sugar. Eats his weight in them if not careful

MacCready; forces himself to learn how to cook for Duncan's sake, but for himself...good God. It's horrible. Eats like garbage. Would never drink water if not to set an example. Take out, frozen food, so much candy and soda. After Duncan, broadens his horizons. Finds he really likes soups. Just throw shit in a pot and it works. Eats on a budget, so that's a life-saver. Doesn't have a preferred flavor pallete, aside from his love of candy.

Meat lover's pizza. Thinks pineapple has no place on pizza

Used to drink Mountain Dew and diet coke, replaced it with iced teas and more organic fruit juices for the sake of his teeth

Chicken soup, either from a can, or homemade. Either way, slaps. If homemade, blends veggies for a hidden veggie stock. For him, Duncan is a lot better at eating veggies, MacCready needs to trick himself.

Sour rainbow ropes

Cookie crisp cereal, thinks whoever came up with it deserved the sloppiest head. Incredible design, no notes

Cheese and sour cream chips

Famous Amos cookies

Eggo waffles

Gnocchi is God to him. Its superior to all noodles and makes your Shit In The Fridge soup 1000 times better.

Rice pudding is cheap, easy, and a surprisingly efficient sweet-tooth satisfier. Makes it with pumpkin spice mix or chocolate.

Nick; Home-cooked meals all the way. Could kill himself with cheese and die happy. Lots of easy meals and snacking so he can keep working, but will treat himself to a nice, hard-earned dinner when he has the time and energy. Likes himself the smokey, the fresh, or the sour. Probably knows all the best sub shops in the city, probably in a turf war with regulars of rival shops. Jewish delicatessens are like church to him.

Lasanga. Most of his freezer space is lasagna. Eats so much of it. He's lactose intolerant. It hurts but it hurts so good

Latkes. Fried potato things, kind of like hashbrowns, except the potato is mashed/ground instead of grated. And yes. Also pastrami. But those little potato bitches...mmmph.

Red velvet muffins with cream cheese frosting.

Fried cheese in any capacity

A prosciutto, arugula, brie, and fig sandwich

Pickled pearl onions

Cobb salad

Black coffee. Temp doesn't matter, because he's going to forget it until its room temp.

Has been known to enter fugue states and consume an absurd amount of Chicago style hot dogs

Scones or just plain bread with butter and jams

Piper; Broke college student trying to make it as a reporter. Her tastebuds are fucked, they salivate not for flavor, or texture, but for those good, good low prices. Piper's diet is almost entirely snackfood or takeout. If she ever cooks, it's for Nat. But when taking care of just herself, Piper eats from a box or bag. When she does cook, it's very simple meals. Loves her carbs and her fruit flavors

Chicken Ramen with canned chicken and frozen broccoli chucked in. Also makes this for Nat

Hot cheetos, eats with chopsticks

Spaghetti and meatballs

Fruit smoothies/smoothie bowls, blends in veggies as well for the nutrition

Coka cola and anything from Fanta, loves fruit sodas

Anything carbs and I mean that. Eats a lot of bread, pasta, cakes, potatoes...they're the sweetheart of anyone on a budget.

Buffalo cauliflower, likes it more than Buffalo chicken

Chewing gum. Fruit flavors only, hates mint gum. Likes mint elsewhere, just not in gum.

Nickle-nips and other "jelly/juice in a wax package" candies. Likes the charm of it, also, free chewing wax

Suckers/lollipops, big on hard candy in general but the stick satisfies her smoking habit.

Preston; A mix of easy depression/bulk meals and dishes from his childhood. Lots of spices, cooks with a lot of straight peppers. Tends to eat his food 'raw', not made into a dish. Again, easy and quick to eat. Also tends to buy pre-prepared stuff for the same reason, buys more fruits and veggies and just eats them straight. Doesn't care about eating healthy, he just lacks energy to cook most days.

I have no choice to explain this as it has no name. Casserole dish, layer of mashed potatoes, layer of shredded or chunked chicken, layer of white breakfast gravy or brown poultry gravy, top with drop biscuits. It's buttery, its savory, it is white as snow. Easy, cheap, one ladlefull is dinner. You'll get a few meals out of it, and it's so filling you have like, five minutes before you're stuffed. I call it gut-glue.

Dirty rice

Eggs scrambled with spinach

Jollof/jambalaya

Veggies and hummus or ranch

Various fruits and berries such as grapes, cherries, blackberries, and oranges

Shakshouka, eggs poached in spicy tomato sauce and eaten with bread

Chicken biscuits, crackers dusted with, like, chicken bouillon? They taste like a chicken Ramen packet sneezed on a ritz

Slurpees/Icees/those syruped gas station ice drinks

Straight peppers, eats bell peppers like apples. Eats pickled jalapeños and scotch bonnets to feel something. Drinks the liquid in pickle jars instead of alcohol, or mixes it with gelatin and makes pickle jello.

X6-88; Pretensious rich asshole who eats like it. He rarely cooks for himself, probably has a personal chef or something. Maybe his work has their own restaurants, like Google. Eats mostly vegetables, but his favorite foods skew from "Dubai Influencer" to "12 year old who earned too much lawn mowing money and was let loose in a convenience store." So much sugar. Willy Wonka's factory is his idea of heaven and until it exists, he's an atheist.

Raw meats. Steak and tuna tartar, sashimi, and sushi

Braised duck with cherries

Nduja, a spicy pork sausage spread, has it with flatbreads

Oysters. Eats them all fancy in public, eats them from a tin with doritos at home

Anything from Hostess, Little Debbie, those brands. Fucking anything. However, would kill a man for any kind of Swiss roll

Chocolate milk

Gummies, very picky with brands, hates the harder kinds like Haribo. Wants his gummies soft as a marshmellow

Cadbury eggs

Milano dark chocolate cookies

Gushers

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #porter gage

[babybluelove2]

the losers club as pretentious dance convention kids cause i just went to my last dance convention (at least with my studio, i am sure i will go to another one) (still :(((()

౨ৎbill is one of those stupid good contemporary dancers. always wearing baggy clothes, only ever dances in socks. he is friends with the ground to the point where like gravity does not pertain to him. weird contemporary solos but. not so far that hes straight up dancing to a recording of a person talking

౨ৎeddie is 100% a ballet dancer. his technique is to die for although he struggles to emote. what sucks is that he isnt your stereotypical male ballet dancer - his leaps are average height, hes flexible and has gorgeous lines, he despises pas de deux...the works. this however is a great combination for a convention dancer !

౨ৎstan pretends to be a ballet dancer...he is lying he is that kid who traveled around with a convention every weekend and is super versatile and performative but in that specific way that you can tell hes a convention kid. really his strength is weird contemporary, not the slide-y rolling around on the ground stuff like bill, the weird stuff. the you-are-a-bird, you-just-got-electrocuted-and-all-your-movement-is-intiated-from-your-neck (directly inspired by two combinations i learned this season) stuff. freak

౨ৎben is a lyrical dancer cmon! ben is so a lyrical dancer. he is the male lead in all of his studios intense sad romantic lyrical pieces cmonnnnnhhihjbnk babe can perform! he gets uncomfortable with the weird shit that stan likes; he doesnt love jazz or hip hop but like. hes good at it hes just not confident enough to fully sell it

౨ৎbev is a jazz girl, definitely gets into commercial work when she starts dancing professionally. she is most comfortable with commercial jazz funk, as opposed to the energetic triplette-little-kid-doing-molly-long-choreo-where-they-keep-doing-one-leg-over-and-over-again. she thinks the camera is fun, and the camera man loves her.

౨ৎi am going against my better judgement and making richie a hip hop dancer ik i am sorry i try to make richie as uncool as possible but. hes a hip hop dancer :/ annoyingly good musicality and movement quality. also just has fun; there is no way he takes it as seriously as like. eddie. his movement style also lends itself well to contemporary even though hes not super technical. figured out he could hold a handstand and is now on his hands whenever possible,,, deliberately changes the combo so he can do a little twirl on his hands

౨ৎmikey is a tapper! i love tap as a style but convention tap is either good or just complete dogshit because so many people skip the classes because they dont tap at their home studio. i know his tap shoes are cool asf definitely fun colored. is the perfect mix of style and performance and also technical tap ability. he can do the other stuff dont get me wrong but he always pulls through with a banger tap solo

#idk this is probably stupid #have a fun little au post #the losers club #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #richie tozier #mike hanlon #it 2017 #this au would work so much better if they were girls #male dancers are great i just. it would work better

[generic-whumperz]

Intro Post & Masterlist(s)

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Other works can be found at the bottom of this post under “Story Stuff,” but there isn't much else because I'm focusing on The Aid for now.

Congratulations, you have stumbled upon another (generic) whump blog, hence the name! New whumper in town, made this blog Aug 2023, and just started writing. Currently just working on one story right now (yay hyperfixations), that is slowly consuming every waking thought. Help

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About me:

🔪I prefer to be anonymous on here, so just call me “Generic/Gen,” them/them, mid (quit lying to yourself) late-20’s.

🔪Dyslexic bitch & silly goose—please excuse typos, misspellings, and any grammatical errors! I don’t have an editor or beta reader, so cut me some slack; I re-read and edit as best as I can, but my brain be playin’ tricks on me, and shit falls through the cracks! Just manage your expectations is all I’m sayin’, I’m not a professional.

🔪I’m (unfortunately) an American and my obnoxious word choice will probably reflect that.

🔪I’m currently a full-time college student taking a fucking break! But still, any written works I choose to share will not be uploaded on a set schedule (I write slow, my brain only occasionally works, & I’m busy), I apologize in advance!    

🔪I run a queue- there I said it! I am shameless about it, and nah I won’t tag it.

🔪I’m not a professional writer nor am I going to school for an english degree. I write for funsies and this is mostly just a hobby for now.

🔪Lover of cryptids (Mothman fucks), paranormal enthusiast and certified Haunted™️. Weird shit WILL leak into my writing eventually. Don’t be surprised if a ghost or skin walker makes a cameo. It’s more fun this way, just go with the flow.

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All types of Whump; I’m talking all of it bay-bee (detailed types below this section), including: polls, writings, prompts, tropes, scenarios, art, gifs, etc.

Reblogs-a-plenty

Really bad home grown memes 

Whumpy rambling coming straight from my delirious brain

My own sub-par short stories, ficlits, and maybe even an eventual series or two

My own mediocre art (eventually)

Whump I fuck with (like a said, pretty much all of it!):

All gender & POC whump (including lady whump, lady whumpers, mixed gendered Whumpee & Whumper combos, etc. Errybody getting whumped ‘round here.)

APOCALYPSE

Hurt/comfort

Hurt/no comfort

No hurt/comfort

Physical, emotional, and mental (if there’s all three it’s a magical trifecta of hurt)

Sickfics (I HATE being sick so I get it)

Medical (totally have iatrophobia—I’m a wuss who’s terrified of doctors and hospitals—so once again, I gettt ittt)

Lab (this is like medical, but worse)

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Multiple Whumpees, multiple Whumpers

All types of Whumpees, give me stoic, give me angsty, defiant, broken, cursed, conditioned, big, small, ALL OF IT

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Caretakers in any and all form, my favorites are platonic or found-family caretakers, but if Whumpee just so happens to find their new boo-thang, love that for them just the same.

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TORTURE

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Historical, present, future

Non-human (and human)

Cannibalism

Explicit stuff like non-con, dub-con, forced drugging, etc. I will always add TW’s and tags to my posts containing hardcore stuff and it will be marked ‘mature’!

 

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Anything explicit with minors

Furries (sorry, I just fucking CAN’T)

Other Story Stuff & Random Things:

Subject X: BB217 Intro

#whump blog #pinned intro #introduction #introducing myself #blog intro #intro post #whump intro #certified whumper

[rt-lots]

fuck you fuck you fuck you heres my pet headcanons for misc hypnospace outlaw characters

zane - he SO fucking has a hamster. its technically his moms so its named some shit like cupcake even though its a BOY and he calls him awesome sickle vengeance or whatever combo of edgy words sound cool to him

corey paul - OLD ASS DOG like a REALLY FUCKING OLD DOG it can barely move thing walks at like .5 mph and it has a bunch of fucking fat rolls and its been in the family longer than he has. its named buddy

tim - ok he either has ONE cat thats so fucking mean to him but loves him deep down because its a saved stray or like a flock of small birds. like 6 parakeets maybe more. hes writing edgy fanfic about mind hacks meanwhile peanut is shitting on his headband

tiffany - no pets but really wants a black cat. or a parrot. tim tells her stories about his birds and shes like "woah... thats so cool" and tim begs his mom to let him get more to impress her

roddy - ok side note but i fucking mix up all the dnd nerd bitches in the starport with eachother so bare with me if i am thinking of someone totally different when im talking about roddy. but, hear me out, i think hed have a fucking horse. technically it lives with his cousin because he had to move but its like an hour or two drive so he visits it every weekend. i think he'd also have like weird reptiles. iguana...

samantha - ORANGE CAT NEXT QUESTION. its a girl and has a cute little pink collar. and after the time skip its fucking DEAD obvi i think she fosters kittens and one of them is dark gray w little white paws. shes out here solving the case of the mind crash and mittens is fucking chewing on her headband cord. i think shed also have a super old dog too but its like a small dog

dylan merchant - hes so small dog core... its like a chihuahua maybe ?? or one of those bitches that are like... that but more fur... and itd have little tufts on its ears... and its filled with thoughts of violence but never acts on them. after the mindcrash it looks into dylands eyes with a look of understanding and disappointment. its collar is yellow

adrian merchant - ok assuming he and dylan dont literally just have the same pet i think hed also have a small dog but one of those white, crusty eyed ankle biters. and guinea pigs. he has like those enclosures where theyre tiered you know? like a double decker bus. like they got the fucking stairs and shit from each space to another. they dont have a single plastic toy its all wood and been chewed like halfway through. theyre all named really dumb shit. like mr merchant. and software

linda - GERBIL

#me speaks #hypnospace outlaw #thanks for coming to my ted talk #umm i was gonna do more but then the wiki fucking BROKE and im a fake fan so i cant remember more guys without it #sorry for all the times i say fuck in this. and also the lack of commas

[writingonleaves]

like you were my closest friend - tyler seguin

pairing: tyler seguin x original female character

warnings: swearing, some angst, mostly fluff

word count: 4.1k

based on: "maroon" by taylor swift, title from that song as well

author's note: okay this isn't my favorite one because i think it's a bit rushed, but i thought i'd put it out anyways. would very much like to emphasize that this is fictional and i'm rooting for segs and his hot wife!! im a sucker for right person wrong time vibes and shit happening at weddings so here's a combo of that! also maroon is so seggy coded and you can't tell me otherwise

*****

Carmen Valez was 19 and stupid when she first met Tyler Seguin.

Working at a tattoo shop to make extra money while trying to put herself through college, she was cleaning up from her boss’s last scheduled appointment of the night when in came a group of rowdy guys. It wasn’t the first time a group of drunk guys came in looking for a tattoo. She had listened as her boss Ken came out and did his spiel and she heard laughter and some agreements so they couldn’t have been that drunk because her boss would’ve put up more of a fight.

When she first saw Tyler, she recognized him immediately. Growing up in Boston in a family of hockey lovers, how could she not recognize the rookie who had just won the Stanley Cup? As she turned the corner even more, she saw Brad Marchand and all she could think about was that she couldn't wait to tell her brothers and dad about this. 

Ken introduced her to the guys and asked her if she could set up some things. She waved in greeting and nodded, going in the back to gather the supplies needed. She tried to stifle a yawn as she re-sterilized the needles, but it didn’t work.

“Long night?”

She whipped around to see Tyler peeking in behind a curtain. “Are you looking for something?”

“The bathroom. But I think I found something much better.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Go to the end of the hall and it’s on your right.”

“Thanks,” he tilted his head to the side. “Are you the one who drew those flower designs that are hanging up in the hall?”

“I am. Ken asked me to draw some things so the shop wasn’t only filled with his designs.”

“You tattoo as well?”

“Oh, no way. That’s all Ken.” She shrugged. “I’ve designed some, but never physically tattooed them on someone. My hands are too shaky.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

He hummed and then went on his way to the bathroom as she finished gathering the supplies and went outside with them. 

Ken became the guy Tyler kept coming back to for his tattoos so she got to know him and despite his reputation as a partier and womanizer, she found him endearing, often making conversation with him during his longer sessions while Ken was working on him on the table and she was doing schoolwork or doodling in the front. 

It was a weird friendship because Tyler was rarely stationary in Boston and Carmen was attending Northeastern University and they really didn’t mix in any of the same circles but they kept coming back to each other. Their friendship developed to the point where he would come by on his nights off to her off-campus apartment with takeout and they would flick on a movie. He told her about his insecurities of having such a fantastic rookie year and then never amounting to anything else and she told him about her confusions of what she actually wanted to do with her communications degree. He talked about how hooking up with girls was easier than seeing if someone was only using him for his image and she talked about her view on relationships and how long distance never works. 

He would invite her to games and she’d come along sometimes, dragging her best friend along with her to TD Garden. She knew all about his lifestyle and how he’d hook up with girls left and right but when she was with him, she always only saw a 20 something year old boy who was thrust into stardom really quickly and who was fucking up like anybody else his age but being overly criticized for it because of his job. She didn’t really see him as anything more than a friend, truly. She could admit easily that he was objectively attractive and probably too charming for his own good, but she saw him as one of her dearest friends more than anything. 

(Even if she had the slightest feeling that she wanted to be more during those years, heart fluttering when he texted her to make sure she got home safe after late nights or winking at her and throwing her a puck at one of his games, causing her to grin like a middle school girl with a crush, she always pushed it away)

So when she was in the Cape celebrating the Fourth and news broke out that the Bruins had traded him to Dallas, she felt her heart drop. She ventured to a quieter area away from the celebrations and dialed his number. She wasn’t sure if he’d want to talk, but she couldn’t not call him to see if he was okay. 

From the sniffling on his end, despite what he said, she knew he wasn’t okay, and told him that when she was back in the city, she’d come around to his place with food, wine and hugs. 

The next week, when he opened the door, she dropped everything and just embraced him, holding him for several minutes as she tried to keep her tears in. She pulled away and just apologized for bringing some cheap rose that her roommate left at her apartment a couple of months ago instead of an actual nice bottle and he just laughed. She set up food from their favorite takeout place and they automatically went through all of these motions but with a sad feeling in the air. This night was going to be the last one of these, before he went back home the following weekend to Canada to spend the rest of his off season there and then head to Dallas. His apartment was already bare, having gotten started on moving out as soon as he had gotten the call.

She tried so, so hard not to cry as they put on Great British Bake Off and talked and somehow they started reflecting on numerous random moments and memories they had shared the last three years and they were both laughing as he complained about her almost spilling her wine like usual and she just threw her napkin at him. For the first time, he’s the one who splashed his wine on her t-shirt and he hiccuped and apologized and offered a shirt for her to change into and she waved him off, a blush on her cheeks either from the alcohol or from his proximity or both.

At one point, they ended up on the floor cuddling with his dogs and he asked how they even ended up there and she snorted, referencing the two bottles of rose they had downed and he had snorted and flashed her a stunning smile and her heart cracked a bit more. 

They were both dozing off on the couch — his arm thrown over her as she cuddled into his chest because they both had always been touchy when they were drunk — when he said something that would forever plague her memory. 

“I should’ve asked you to be mine.”

She blinked and shot up, looking down at him. “What?”

“I-I should’ve just asked you on a date. You could’ve been mine this whole time.”

“Tyler. You can’t say shit like that if you don’t mean it.”

“What makes you think I don’t mean it, Car?” He shot back, sitting up. “I know I’m drunk and I know I’m about to leave this city and maybe never see you again but of course I mean it.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as the tears fell. “Tyler.”

“I don’t regret a single moment of our friendship. I just regret that I never told you how I felt until it was too late.”

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Stop trying to discount my words because I’m drunk,” he said sternly. “I love you as a friend, of course, but I-I love you as more too. For awhile now, I think. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same and again, I’m the dumbest guy alive for bringing this up tonight of all nights but I just…I had to tell you before I left.”

She put her head in her heads and started crying softly. “I love you too,” she admitted through her tears. “I-I just never said anything because I didn’t think you were looking for more. Jesus, I literally know two of the girls you’ve hooked up with the past year. Do you know how annoying and gross it is to hear about your performance in bed while I’m trying to cram last minute for an exam?”

He chuckled and she looked at him again and saw that there were tears running down his cheeks as well. “We’re both stupid, aren’t we?”

“We are.”

He looked up at the ceiling with quivering lips. “I’m not going to ask you for more, no matter how much I want to.”

She nodded vehemently and cupped his face with both her hands, wanting so bad to kiss his lips and using every part of her strength not to. “You’re going to be amazing in Dallas.” She brushed a falling tear and tried to give him a reassuring smile as his top lip quivered. “You’re going to become a lover of the heat and look amazing in green and start liking country music and I’m going to make fun of you for all of it.”

“But you’re not gonna be there.”

She swallowed with a small shrug. “Who knows? Maybe a job in Dallas will open up after I graduate.”

“You wouldn’t take it. I wouldn’t let you. Your heart belongs to the Northeast.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” she weakly protested, slapping his arm and making him chuckle.

But he was right. And she hated that he was right.

She watched his eyes flit to her lips and she hoped that he was also fighting the urge as he placed a kiss on her forehead, which somehow was probably worse than if he had just kissed her. 

“I’m going to miss you so much.” He said, voice cracking at the edges. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, not being able to say it back because she didn’t want to completely break down. “Let’s get some sleep.”

That last night, they fell asleep on the couch like they had done numerous times before and he sent her off in the morning like he had done numerous times before, except this time she held onto him as tight as she could. Maybe if she kept hugging him, he wouldn’t have to go. 

But he had to. And he did. 

Carmen Valez was 22 when she saw Tyler Seguin again. 

After graduation, she had gotten a job in New York, and he was in town playing the Rangers. They had gone out to dinner and then to a bar for drinks and things fell back into place as they leaned in close to each other the whole night and she kissed him, bringing him back to her apartment. She woke up with marks on her collarbone and memories of his lips all over her body and cursed herself as she watched him peacefully sleep next to her because she was still in love with him. 

He had woken up with a soft but sad smile. “Has your view on long distance relationships changed?”

She bit her lip, shaking her head. “I’m sorry.”

He swallowed. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault you’re the easiest person to fall in love with. Can I ask one thing though?”

“Of course.”

“If your view does change, give me a call?”

“Tyler-”

“I’m serious. Whether it’s 10 days or 10 years from now, call me.”

A tear had slipped out from her eyes when he pulled her into his chest, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

Carmen Valez was 27 when she realized her view on long distance changed. And the first person she thought of was Tyler Seguin. 

They had kept in touch very sporadically throughout the years over text and had tried to meet up everytime he came to New York to play, but the contact became less and less as the years went on. She tried to pretend it didn’t hurt. She had no right to be hurt. He could live his life however he wanted.

She was going down to Dallas for one of her coworker’s weddings and was tempted to call Tyler to see if he was around — for the first time, she’d be where he was instead of the other way around — but she didn’t bother because it was the off season and she figured he was home in Canada. 

As she walked into the venue, she was shocked to see Tyler speaking to the bride’s grandma. She couldn’t help but smile at how gentle he was, soft smile on his face as he tucked the grandma’s hand into the crook of his elbow while leading her to her seat. He looked so handsome in his gray suit.

Gosh, he’s changed since they met in that tattoo parlor in Boston. They both have. But something about his smile makes her realize that almost nothing has changed at all.

When he sees her, she swears he lights up and her stomach flutters. She notices quickly that he’s a groomsman, if his matching suit with a couple of the other ushers indicates anything. He strolls up to her with his signature charming smile and she can’t help but roll her eyes. 

“Funny seeing you here.”

She scoffs, before stepping forward and hugging him tightly. “Hey Ty.”

“Hi Car.” He turns to her coworker with a stunning smile. “And hello Car’s friend. I’m Tyler. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Samantha. How do you two know each other?”

She exchanges a look with him, because it’s a long story. But she settles with, “Ran into him when he played in Boston and I went to college there, and he didn’t leave me alone.” The three of them laugh. 

“I’m assuming you both are here for the bride?”

“We are.”

He offers an arm to the both of them. “Follow me, ladies.” Carmen can tell Samantha is charmed as she rolls her eyes but grabs the crook of his elbow anyways.

After he escorts them to their seats, he has to bolt and just bids them farewell with a kiss on Carmen’s cheek and a promise to save her a dance later before ducking out of the church, presumably to help out with some behind the scenes stuff. 

As soon as he’s out of earshot, Samantha gives her a skeptical look. “We’ve been working together for two years and you failed to tell me that you know Tyler Seguin? You know I grew up a Stars fan.”

“It’s never come up.”

“Fair.” She blinks, looking for something in her coworker’s face. “You love him, don’t you?”

“What? No, of course-”

“Nice try. If your heart eyes hadn’t given you away, it was your response just now. You’ve always been a bad liar. What’s the story between you two?”

She sighs, staring at the front of the church at nothing in particular. “We met when I worked at a tattoo parlor in college and he came in and we became really good friends. He got traded to Dallas and then told me loved me on his last night in the city. Knew I didn’t believe in long distance at the time so didn’t ask for more. We slept together around a year later. My stance on long distance hadn’t changed. We’ve seen each other sporadically when I’m free and he’s in New York for a game, but not much recently.”

Samantha whistles. “Sounds like a lot.”

Carmen just snorts. She has no idea. 

“So you still love him.” 

Carmen just sighs. 

“I think he still might love you too.”

Carmen snorts, smoothing down her dress. “How could you possibly know that? You met him for maybe two minutes.”

“Maybe it’s the fact that we’re at a wedding and this could be a scene from a Hallmark movie, but I’m also pretty sure he also had heart eyes when he saw you.”

Carmen just hums, and Samantha drops it, as they shift to other safer topics. 

The ceremony is stunning and the bride is gorgeous and the groom is beaming, yet besides when the bride walked down the aisle, she can’t tear her eyes away from Tyler, standing at the front with a constant happy look on his face. As he walked down with an accompanying bridesmaid on his arm, he caught her eye and shot her a sly wink and she knows she blushed and she didn’t even try to hide it. 

The next time she caught him was well into the reception, after dinner had been eaten and the dance floor was starting to open up. She had just finished her drink before she felt a tap on her shoulder, looking up to see Tyler with an outstretched hand. 

“Dance with me?”

Without giving a verbal answer, she takes his hand and lets him lead her to the dance floor. She wraps her arms around his neck as his hands settle on her waist.

“You didn’t reach out to tell me you were gonna be in town.”

“I figured you’d be in Canada for the off-season.”

He hums, but he doesn’t buy the excuse. To be fair, she doesn’t either. “It’s really good to see you, Car.” He says, and she might be imagining him pulling her closer. “You look beautiful.”

“So do you.” 

He smirks and she feels like she’s 19 again. “I look beautiful?”

She rolls her eyes. “You do.” She says softly. “How have you been?”

And then they start catching up, and it’s so damn easy, as the conversation flows from hockey to her advertising job to their memories in Boston to their mutual friends who just got married to their families and it feels like he’s still on the Bruins and she’s still at Northeastern. At some point, they migrate from the dance floor to the empty-ish open bar and they’re still talking and she realizes how much she’s missed having him in his life. 

When she voices that out loud, his beaming smile dims the slightest. “God, I’ve missed you so much. Is this what I’ve been missing out on?”

“Don’t even start, Seguin.”

“What?”

“Blaming yourself or whatever you’re about to do. If we’re gonna blame someone, it’s all on me.”

Their first seconds of silence fall between them. “How has that been, by the way? You got a lucky guy back in New York waiting for you?”

She snorts. “Absolutely not. You? I hope I didn’t steal you away from a date or something.”

“Nah. No one for me.”

“Not at all?”

“None who have meant as much to me as you.”

She feels like her heart’s been sucker punched. Typical Tyler Seguin. Always going in for the kill. 

She switches topics. “I-I watched your Stanley Cup playoff run. You played really well. I’m sorry it wasn’t the result you guys wanted.”

“You watch my games?”

She swallows. Busted. “I try to whenever I can, even though I still feel like I’m betraying my Bruins when I do.”

He laughs, still a bit shocked. “I’m sure they’d forgive you. I was a Bruin, after all.”

She downs her drink and asks the bartender for a water. “I missed you,” she says quietly once the bartender is out of earshot. “And I always loved watching you play. Figured it was the next best thing.”

“You could’ve called. Or texted. I would’ve answered.”

She shakes her head. “That would’ve been unfair to you, especially with how I left things off.”

He chuckles, albeit sadly. “Carmen. I’m kinda weak when it comes to you. Always have been.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, a tear falling as she feels Tyler place a warm hand on her thigh over her maroon dress. “You give me way too much power.”

“I don’t think I could ever give you what you deserve, no matter how hard I try.”

Carmen wipes the tear away with a small smile. She pokes his chest. “How do you come up with this shit?”

He laughs, taking a sip of his beer, before his face settles into a more serious expression. “Can I ask you two questions, though? No bullshit. Just the truth.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Do you still love me?”

She nods at an embarrassingly fast pace.

He swallows. “Oh.”

She picks at her nails, suddenly unsure. “D-Do you still love me? It’s-it’s totally okay if you don’t. I mean, I wouldn’t expect you to. It’s been years and we don’t really see each other much anymore and-”

“Of course I still love you.” She whips her head up to stare at him in shock. He runs a hand through his hair with a huff. 

She puts her hand over his that’s still resting on his thigh and interlaces their fingers together. “What’s your second question?”

“Do you still not believe in long distance?”

“I’ve been thinking…I think I’m open to trying it.”

His eyes flash in surprise as his lips turn up into a hopeful smile. “Really? You’re not fucking with me?”

“Since when have I ever lied to you, Ty?”

“Can I have a third question? And maybe a fourth?”

She rolls her eyes fondly, squealing a bit as he brings her stool even closer to him. “Was that it?”

“Smartass.” She nods at him to ask. “Would you want to try? With me?”

She swallows. “Yes.” She thinks he physically lights up, like a lightbulb with a new battery, but she holds a hand up. “But Tyler, things have changed. We’ve changed. Is this…is this really what you want? Am I really who you want?”

“I left Boston eight years ago in love with you. Here I am, eight years later in Dallas, still in love with you. Probably more in love with you, actually, which I didn’t think was possible.” He grabs her hands and lifts them to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “When do you head back to New York?”

She blinks at the abrupt change of subject. “Um, I’m actually in Dallas for another week for a work conference. So not until next Sunday.”

He grins. “Stay at mine then. Please.”

“Tyler-”

“I’ll have to head back to Canada for a couple weeks for things I can’t reschedule, but then, if you let me, I’d love to come to New York and spend some time with you until I have to come back to Dallas for pre-season.”

“Tyler, that’s…how are you so confident and sure about all of this?”

“Because it’s you,” he says. “And I love you. I’m not wasting this chance that you’ve given me.”

She bites her lip, trying to take it all in. “I’m going to need to grab my stuff from the hotel tonight.”

“Deal. I’ve only had like, two beers in the last three hours anyways. I can drive you.”

“You know that I’m not just going to…drop everything to come to Dallas, right? My job and my life is all in New York.”

“I’d be a dumbass to expect that. Your heart belongs to the Northeast.”

She smiles, momentarily flashing back to the last time he said those exact same words and how similar and different they are now. She leans forward and kisses him sweetly, like he’s coming home from a game, like she’s in the middle of cooking dinner, like they’ve been doing this all their lives. She then pulls him up and drags him back to the dance floor. 

“Would you have called me?”

“I don’t know,” she whispers into his chest, immediately knowing what he’s referencing. Eight years later and she still remembers that night like it was yesterday. “What if you were in a relationship or something? That would’ve been unfair to everyone.”

“I wouldn’t have been.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. Because I’ve always loved you. At this point, I’m pretty sure that I always will.”

“Thank you,” she whispers. And as he presses a loving kiss on her forehead, she hopes he understands what she’s trying to thank him for — for coming into that tattoo shop all those years ago, for all the nights and memories in Boston that involved takeout and Netflix and endless fits of laughter, for always believing in her, for waiting for her and being understanding even when she broke his heart. 

For loving her.

“By the way,” Tyler says as he twirls her around, hands immediately attaching to her waist once she’s facing him again. “I always loved you in maroon.”

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[zack-creeper]

SHOWER THOUGHT!!!

Ok so I all I can do while cleaning my body is thing if random stuff in the shower to keep me on track and I keep thinking of the of the bat boys and dcxdp au's how they are kinda' like a mix between tnmt12 and rottmnt, so like think of this.

Dick = Leo (oldest/leader but fun and punny)[Blue] [actrobatic] [Welds two weapons] [blue eyes]

Jason = Raph (angery and violent but sweet with kids) [Red] [biggest] [green eyes] [intimating when just standing there] [*can probably cook]

Tim = Donny (nervous and anxious but very smart and tecsavy) [Autism] [he looks good in purple don't ask] [stays up all night working] [most likely to blow up something for fun/Unhinged]

Damian = Karai/Miwa (scary assassination baby that is trying there best) [tried to kill there brothers] [connection with murder group trys to change it or keep ties with it because it's what they know] [tried to stab brother] [Blood related to the father]

Alfred and Bruce = The two sides of master Splinter or that ram guy I dont rememberhis name {Fight and family} (petty as shit, obsessive and paranoid but is a dad and loved being a dad/will fight and kill for family] [*taught the kids what they know ]

Ra's al Ghul or/and Vlad = Shredder (manipulative obsessive bitchy old assassin/ninja man who wants power and will sacrifice anything and anyone even there own daughter for power and control) [Obsessive and has beef with the father figure] [Stinky] [should be dead by now but isn't] [leader of a cult] [*has been revived] [**used a child there hole life] [*** is in the father's past]

Killer Croc = leatherhead (seen as scary and dangerous but deep down a really good guy)[friends with the bright smiley brother as they where not as a monster by them and the smily chaos brother probably has fed them a weird food combo before] [croc or gaterb respectively] [lives in the sewers] [dosen't like people as they see him often as a moster because of a mutation]

I'm thinking Jazz or Val or Barbara = April from either worlds (smart and resourceful and cary's a bat) [not the best with range weapons] [ginger or glasses or spunk] [hide talent] [novice fighter in training] [*will probably out smart you with words] [**100% thinks of smiley chaos as a younger brother/sunshine to protect]

And last but not lest

Danny = Mikey (chill and chaotic but very good with what they do) [has ADHD but has learn ways around it] [is awesome in another dimension that they are knowledgeable about] [are often not believed about something] [Has died and come back vea electricity] [*excited about aliens] [**bad lier] [***has weirdest pet {icecream kitty and cujo the ghost dog} and friends {leather head and killer croc, wolf, frostbite}] [sweetest pretty est blue eyes and freckles that let him get away with murder]

I rest my case.

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[eddiesgirlstevesbabe]

Part 2 of "It's a Friday night in 1986 and you can't wait to see your boyfriend Steve. "

Part 1 is here.

You are overly excited to greet your beautiful boyfriend Steve Harrington home with open arms and open legs!

Also: Steve surprised you so now it's your turn to wow him!

Also: Your relationship with Steve is moving at a lightning fast pace and you are a thousand percent okay with this.

Warning: Pure filth! Daddy kink and size kink because it's Steve Harrington, duh!

Chapter 2

You flit around your apartment happily once you get home, lighting candles, arranging your rose quartz stones just so, dabbing pheromone perfume on your pulse points. Sexy mix tape made by your man playing on the stereo. You feel silly making everything perfect for tonight, but it has been 3 months since Steve Harrington asked you to be his, so it feels important, even if it is ridiculous and teenagery to celebrate a 3 month anniversary.

Your favorite Stevie Nicks song comes on, which is fitting since your place looks like it was decorated by her back in the 70s, with every hue in the place being a version of sunset peach, which included the velvet couch, crystals strewn all about, hanging macrame plant holders floating overhead, even, with succulents in the full bloom. Steve had told you that he felt strangely good about being the only manly thing in the whole apartment, like it made him feel grounded and needed. And you loved that for him. He never asked you to change a thing.

You put on the sexiest lace bra and underwear combo, a gift from Harrington, of course, with just your silk dressing gown hanging open at your sides. It still doesn’t feel like enough to really wow him, so you decide to continue wandering around the place until you find the perfect thing. The shiny metal of the cocktail shaker catches your eye, so you decide that greeting him at the door with a cold martini in hand would be kind of a show stopper.

Steve opens the door right as you are vigorously shaking the icy container of vodka, vermouth, and olive juice, breasts hardly contained as they bounce up and down in that flimsy lace. His jaw absolutely drops. Damn! You curse internally, just one minute too soon! But you just smile seductively, making eye contact with your boyfriend, who appears to be in shock. You might as well continue with your cute little idea.

“Welcome home, Daddy,” you bat your lashes at him and put on your best stepford wife act, just to see what rise you can get out of him.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathes. He looks down at the wine and pizza in his hands, like he’s deciding if he even cares about it now. 

You pour the concoction into a chilled martini glass and walk over to him as if greeting him, a little more than half naked, with a cold beverage the second he walks in from work was some normal, everyday occurrence for you. 

He fumbles to set everything down on a side table. He stares at the drink for a second, takes it, looking dumbfounded, and says, “Thanks, Baby.” His eyes dance over your exposed skin before he leans in to kiss you. Sweet, for a moment, then, he parts your lips with his tongue and tries again, all hungry and desperate. You moan softly into Steve's mouth and feel a drop of vodka escape from his glass, so you back up a little, letting him sip some off the top so it doesn't spill all over you.

"How's it taste?"

"Good, baby. What did I do to deserve all this?"

You sink to your knees, his eyes go wide and his jaw goes slack. You nod your head over to the bar, where a vase filled with long stem red roses sits. He must've acquired them right after you left for work this morning. "Oh, I think you know."

Your fingertips tease over his crotch, nails scratching playfully at the zippered denim. He exhales in a dreamy sigh. "Happy anniversary, baby."

You smirk and pull down the zipper, "Happy anniversary to you too, Daddy. Want your present now or later?"

"Fuck," Steve hisses, slugging back his martini. "Now, now's good, babe, please." He unbuckles his belt and pops the button on his levis. You blink your eyes and suddenly he pulls out his big cock, the smooth tip landing on your lips like a soft pillow. He sets down the glass just in time for you to push his hips so he falls into a seated position on your couch.

Your lace panties do nothing to help absorb how fucking wet you get just kissing and laping at the head of his ridiculously perfect dick, so long and thick you might be convinced you're dating a porn star, only your man is way better looking, and doesn't have a mustache, thank god.

"Wanna make Daddy feel so good, thank him for everything he does for me." 

He doesn't think about the pizza getting cold or the plans he had to eat your pussy immediately after said pizza, he just stares in awe as you take the head of his cock in your mouth while simultaneously pulling your hair up into a high ponytail with your velvet scrunchie. He wraps your ponytail around his hand and guides you to take all of him inside your mouth. He bumps against the back of your throat and you actively try relaxing your throat muscles so you don't gag on his impressive length.

"Such a good fucking girl, taking me down your throat like that. Fuck babygirl, you take me better than anyone else could," Steve says 

I know, you laugh internally, bobbing up and down, just giving up and letting yourself gag on him because it makes him feel, you suppose, very big and powerful, which he is, which you think he needs, considering how little control he had of his life choices growing up and all. You want to do any and everything you can to make him feel good. To make him feel powerful and confident, like he deserves. 

"God you're gonna make me cum down that pretty little throat."

I always do, you think to yourself smugly. It's a must, makes him last long enough for you to come on his cock twice most nights. 

"You are so fucking hot, Princess, I swear two different guys in line at the video store craned their damn necks to watch your perfect ass walk away earlier. Thank God for that counter in front of me because I was rock hard even before I got jealous and then I was even harder," he stops babbling just long enough to moan, and then starts up again. "You bet your fine ass I announced that you were my girl, right then and there. Oh fuck, take me, baby, down so deep… " You just moan around him in response. It is so fucking cute every time he claims he was jealous of someone checking you out, since his version of jealousy isn't possessive or weird, just hot as hell. 

He tightens the grip on your hair and you're no longer feeling so smug, your throat is so stretched as he fucks your face, little tears leak from your eyes and you hope they take your mascara along with them, want to let your man see how messy he makes you and you don't even mind.

You whimper around his cock and he goes completely unhinged as you tease your fingertips along the base, sliding them up and down the lower part of his slick shaft as the heel of your hand massages his balls. You suck in your cheeks and suction him so tight he cries out, taking just about every God's name in vain and you don't even worry about the neighbors hearing. He yanks on your ponytail and you yelp, vibrating along his raging hard cock making him shake and groan.

"Baby, I'm - fuck!" His release shoots down your throat as he holds firm to your hair, praising you over and over. You love the way he twitches uncontrollably as you slowly slide your mouth off of him. He babbles about being the luckiest man alive and your eyes and brain go back and forth between wanting his cock and wanting dinner. 

Steve pulls you into his lap and commands your lips with his, hands harshly holding your hips, moving you so your dripping sex dances right over his still mostly hard length. You grind down on him, just teasing, not letting him inside for real, allowing the tip to brush against your lace covered heat, over and over again. Forget eating dinner.

You pull away from his lips and whine, "I need you, Daddy."

"You need to cum, baby." He gives that hair flip and lip lick that drives you wild. He lifts you off of him so you're on your back. "Need to make your legs shake, cum all over my mouth, baby, over Daddy's fingers," he commands, teasing two between your wet folds.

"Please," is all you need to say. His tongue hits your clit and your entire body feels like a live wire. "Fuck!" You are jumping and squirming with how intense he is; how intent he is on making you come. "You give the best fucking orgasms, don't you, Mister Harrington?

The muffled groan against your already slick heat drives you crazy. He sucks on your sensitive little bud while easing his fingers deep inside you. He prides himself on performing cunnilingus as if it was an Olympic sport in which he held the gold medal and, truth be told, if there was a medal for this, he'd have a whole trophy case full.

"But you're not giving me five or ten down there," you warn. His record was giving you 13 orgasms and you swore your clit had nearly fallen off that day. "Just one, Daddy, 'cause I want your cock so bad." You grind your hips up into his face and he moans happily, getting the hint, and beginning to flick his tongue at about a hundred flicks a minute, just like you like. He curves his fingers inside you a heated shiver crawls up your spine.

"I want your cum all over my face, babygirl," he says against your wet heat, before his tongue is right back where you want it and his fingers are fucking you with a fury that you cannot deny. You whine for him and a desire soaked growl is felt reverberating from deep in his throat to deep inside your pussy.

"Make me, daddy." Your thighs shake and your pleasure builds until it hits the precipice. Your brain buzzes and your body is molten lava as your climax explodes, rippling waves of ecstasy crashing over you. 

You can't talk or move or form thoughts for what feels like forever. You may have actually left your body for a minute there. When you can finally lift you head, you see your glorious man gently stroking your inner thighs, grinning like the Cheshire cat with those pretty white teeth, mouth and chin glistening with your slick. 

"You okay baby?" He asks lovingly.

"Better than okay, Stevie. I think you sent me to another dimension."

"I love when you say that," he grins.

"It's true, Daddy, no one could ever make me feel like you do."

He pokes his tongue out and tries sampling your juices again and you weakly swat his face away, you're just too sensitive.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it baby, this pussy tastes like I wanna marry you."

"Shut up, Harrington!"

"As if I could shut up about you, about forever. As if I could ever stop saying how badly I want you, that pussy that was made for me… " he sneaks one more lick and your whole body convulses with a powerful aftershock. You whine and he retreats, instead picking you up like you're feather light. You wrap your legs around his hips and he sucks on your neck as he walks you backwards towards the bedroom. "Should I fuck you first or feed you first, Princess?"

Your stomach growls but his dick is rock hard just from making you come, and the tip brushes deliciously against your wet core as he holds you. Food can wait, you tell yourself again, "fuck me, claim me, make me yours," you breathe in his incredible scent, licking along his pulse point. His fingertips dig into the meat of your perfectly curved ass, knowing that was the right answer. "Then feed me, get me drunk, and giggle at rom coms with me," you add for good measure. 

"Your wish is my command, " he says valantly, but you know his sweet boy act is now temporarily on hold as he throws you down on the bed and grabs his cock like his life depends on it, hovering a few feet above you like he's the only one in charge.

"Beg me to fuck you, babygirl. Show me how desperate you are for this cock. " He spits in his hand and fucks himself with his fist, biting his lip, waiting for you to beg and fuck! if that's not the hottest thing you've ever seen!

"Ruin this tight little pussy, Daddy, ruin me! This pussy is only for you, anyway, Daddy, make it yours. Make it a fucking mess, please!"

"Mmm, you want my cum, baby?"

"I need it, daddy, " you whine.

"You wanna be so fucking full, don't you? You want me to fuck you full of my babies?"

"Pleaseeee."

He groans, leaning down and teasing his impossibly hard and stupidly big cock through your folds, tapping your clit, making your hips jolt off the bed. He seizes the opportunity, grabbing your hips and flipping you on all fours, positioning your top half towards your nightstand. 

You feel the tip of his cock at your entrance. "Take that pack, throw it in the trash, yeah? Make me a daddy for real, baby."

You stifle a laugh and bat the little pink compact of birth control pills on your nightstand towards your little pink trash can next to it. You'll probably fish it out later, you're not a hundred percent ready to get knocked up yet, but it really turns Steve on and, honestly? You're not letting anyone else have his babies, so… 

"Knock me up daddy, fill me with all that cum, please…" and bam! He bottoms out in one movement, you cry out as he hits your cervix.

"But Daddy, I've been a naughty girl, I already took my pill today. I guess you'll have to punish me." Really you forgot, but figure this will be surefire way to get your hair pulled and ass spanked. 

Bait taken! You feel your ponytail wrapped around one big hand while the other lands on your ass cheek with a sweet little sting. Your boyfriend breathes heavy behind you as he slowly pulls out of you and then slams back in, making you jolt while a little squeak escapes your lips. 

"Bad girl, huh?" Is all Steve can say, he is so overwhelmed with how incredibly tight you are at this angle, he doesn't have the brainpower to care that you actually like being punished, making it not a punishment at all. "But your tight pussy feels so … good." 

"I've been so… mmpff, fuck! … naughty daddy … I couldn't wait for you earlier and I played with my little button waiting for you!" You feel a strong tug at your ponytail. A harder spank on your ass. Steve doesn't think that's worth punishing either, he just finds it extremely hot.

"Again." He orders, fucking you relentlessly, "touch that pretty pink princess button, babygirl, want you to scream, cream on daddy's big cock."

Your eyes roll back in your head but you do as you're told and your thighs shake as the pleasure threatens to explode inside you.

"How bad a girl can you be, taking my cock so good like that?"

"Jus … just a few more, Daddy, I've been b-bad… and I'm so c-"

He growls as digs his fingertips into your ass followed by three more spicy spanks, three ponytail tugs, and a "come for me, come all over my cock, baby," and that's all it takes for you to be screaming your boyfriend's names, shaking and falling on your face in the mattress.

"Yes, just like that baby, good girl…" he pulls out of you and gently turns you over, "'cept I didn't get to see you come, really wanna see your face, can you do that for me one more time, princess?" 

"Mmhmm," you manage, opening your eyes to see him staring at you with pure lust and a rock hard dick in his hand. His chest and abdominal muscles all sweaty and tense with desire, chest hair matted, tan and fucking glistening.

"You are so fucking hot, baby," he breathes, cock hovering at your entrance.

Finally, you find words. "You are a golden god, Steve Harrington. Tell me you're gonna come inside me, please! "

He pushes your knees up by your ears and fucks into you, making filthy wet noises fill the room as he fills you so completely. He sneaks his thumb onto your sensitive clit and promises to fill you up, "dirty girl wants all my cum, gonna take those pills out with the trash, wants'ta make me a daddy. Fuck, come with me baby."

You're feeling positively fucked out and cockdumb but you agree to try timing it just right with a nod and a "yes, daddy." You feel your inner thighs twitch and wobble, you know how close you are, so you reach up and pinch your boyfriend's nipples and he cries out ferociously.

"Gonna make me come so deep inside…" you take his hand and put it low on your belly.

"Feel how deep, feel how huge, daddy!" He growls and then continues rubbing that little nerve bundle until neither of you can take it anymore, and your hips are bucking up into him, totally out of control, screaming into his mouth as he shakes and stutters above you, tongue dominating yours as he moans and coats your pussy with his seed.

Your skin is stuck together as you pant rushed breaths, trying to regulating you breathing together. Your fingertips tease in his chest hair, feeling the fast thrum of his heartbeat.

Finally, Steve can talk but he's still kind of panting. It makes you giggle. "I love you! God! You're just so perfect, fuck!" Steve huffs. "Is it okay if I fuck you and only you for like, the rest of time?"

You smirk, "that could be arranged." 

"I was god damned miserable before you, baby, you've made me the happiest idiot in the Midwest."

"You're not an idiot, you're perfect, you're my King Steve."

He kisses every inch of your neck and chest, "and you're my queen. My moon goddess." 

He slowly gets up and helps clean you meticulously. He disappears and then comes back with a water and a glass of wine for you, heated up pizza with extra pepperoni and crushed red pepper. "You said horror earlier and now you say rom com. Which is it, baby?" He asks, sprawled across the bed, stroking your thigh as he looks over the tapes he brought home for you.

You lay in the most blissful state, your mind and body are jello. You can barely lift your glass to your lips but you are perfectly content. "You pick, Stevie, you know me better than anyone." 

He knows your brain just as well as he knows your body and it feels so good to trust him completely. He puts on Sixteen Candles because he knows it's your favorite and that you might be too blissed out to focus on something new right now. You feel like you're Sam and he's Jake Ryan. Steve is the real life Jake. You feel like you hit the million dollar lottery. You are the luckiest woman alive. 

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