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luveline · 2 months

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Would you be willing to write a little blurb of Steve comforting reader who is in recovery from self harm? I know this is a very no no subject for some writers so I understand if this is a no!

fem!reader !! cw self harm (mention of the self injury, no active graphic imagery, but some details that could be evocative)

You’ve taken to curling up in whatever space he leaves. In bed, you sidle close to his side with your ear to his stomach. On the couch, you’re laying on his lap, every breath a press of ribs against his thighs. If Steve’s on a sun lounger in the backyard, you’re sitting on the ground next to him with an arm hooked over his leg and your cheek bitten by metal.

It’s sort of odd to see your arms without red cuts and welts. Curled again, you and Steve are sitting on the porch watching the sun dropping lazily to the horizon, the sky a funny shade of blue. You’re actually turned away from the sun and toward the house, Steve to the sun, like inverted commas interlinked. Your hand is on his leg, and your arm is bare and starkly uninjured.

That’s too generous, maybe. Evidence of a bad habit long to kick tracks the length of you, white and purple and red scars criss-crossed through your skin.

He’s seen them thick with dried blood and sore to the touch. Your skin aflame. Not because you’ve ever showed him of your own volition, you wouldn’t. You’ve always likened your self-injury to a contagion. “I don’t wanna put thoughts in your head,” you whispered.

It was a nice concern for you to have, but Steve isn’t at any risk of hurting himself (purposefully, at least). He has no urges. He didn’t even know people did stuff like that until he met you. Maybe that’s why it breaks his heart so much. You hurt so much. You feel terrible and you take it out on yourself and Steve just doesn’t get it, ‘cos you’re aces.

He never shied away from it, even if he didn’t like that you were doing it. He still remembers the first time he realised what you were doing, his confusion, the immediate internal recoil. How could you do that to yourself? Why would you? You’ve always been prone to that awful persisting sadness under the skin, but Steve knows a lot of sad people. He knows what it’s like to wish vehemently that you were a better version of yourself, or somebody else, or just gone.

But you’re doing better now. He resists the urge to kiss your hands whenever he sees you and you act like you aren’t doing a brave thing.

Steve’s stupid but he’s not stupid. (Or, at least he feels that way.) He knows you’re finding it hard to stop, like an addict. It’s a habit. A behaviour that takes conscious effort to break until it doesn’t. The worst bit is that you never even asked for help.

Your hand twitches on his leg.

Steve curls a hand behind your neck, kissing you softly, the silky press of your lips to his. You inhale and cut the quiet buzz of cicadas, your breath surprised but not tight.

“Sorry,” he says, “was that okay? I was just thinking about you.”

“It’s fine.” You laugh against his lips and take a kiss, evening the score. “It’s always okay. Kiss me whenever you want.”

“You looked mopey,” he says. Foot in mouth disease forever.

“I’m not mopey, just distracted.”

“I know, it’s offensive. You come over here to hang out and spend the last hour in deep thought.” He makes it clear he’s joking through his light tone and his smile, your eyes met, his hand sliding down your shoulder and your arm. He’s especially careful as his fingers run down your forearm. You watch the path of his hand as it falls, twining your fingers weakly with his. “You can tell me anything.”

“I do tell you anything.”

“Well, just telling you again.” He kisses your cheek, then, less gentle, your lips.

You have this aversion to saying the worst part out loud. There’s always a metaphor or an omission. You can’t say cut, it’s too much, but you’ve said hurt. You’ll admit to self injury but not the action. “It’s fine,” you say now.

“I think you’re doing a good job.”

You laugh softly through your nose. “Thank you.”

“I’m not kidding.” He blows a breath up his face. “Look, can I just be honest with you?”

Your smile turns uneasy at his bluntness. “Um. Are you breaking up with me?”

Steve shakes his head. “Never,” he says, pushing your sleeve up your arm slowly, and then faster when you don’t resist. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you without them.” He doesn’t say cuts either, mostly for your sake.

“Sorry.”

He shakes his head again. “For what? I’m just saying. You’ve had them this whole time and I’ve never– they’ve never stopped me from wanting to kiss your face off.” He probably shouldn’t make jokes. He backtracks. “I mean, they don’t make a difference to me, I like you even if you can’t, uh… Even if the impulse is too much. But I’m thrilled you’re, you know, not doing it.”

“I know,” you murmur.

“I love you.”

“I know.” Your voice is nearly inaudible, “That’s why it’s easier now.”

His heart swells with pride and love and an unfightable want to hug you. He slides his arms around you from under your armpits, forcing you to hug his neck, stealing a kiss to the cheek as he squeezes you forward. “I just want you to know that I get it. Like, how hard you’re working to not do it.”

“Steve,” you admonish quietly.

“Sorry, I’ll stop talking about it if you want.”

“I mean… It's kinda nice to talk about it. It’s not in my head.”

“It’s not in your head.”

“But it feels weird ‘cos it’s like, something I should be doing anyways. It’s like getting praise for washing your hands.”

Steve thinks there’s a pretty big difference between wanting to hurt yourself but resisting it and washing your hands, but he knows what you’re saying. Doesn’t agree, but doesn’t want to invalidate you either. However you need to think about it to get through it is up to you. “I can praise you for washing your hands. I want to.”

Steve encourages you to turn into the sunshine. You lay your cheek against his shoulder. “Love you,” you say, your hand on his leg.

He stares right at the sun and blinks hurriedly. “I love you too.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington scenario #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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ghostofthemost141 · 5 months

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Cherry Soda

Pairing: Ghost x GN!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,062

Themes: Fluff, Angst, Comfort, Self Loathing

!Warnings!: Mention of Self Harm and Scars but nothing explicit

About: After coming home from a mission, Simon sees the effects of how you are coping and knows how to help you out.

Notes: I felt like I didn't great on this one but I hope y'all enjoy it regardless! Nickname for you is Ace. Enjoy!

“Ace?”

“Yes?”

I was almost startled to hear Simon's voice enter the house, but then I remembered the letter he sent me a week ago, that he would be home soon. He didn't say exactly when but soon to him is usually within a week or so.

“Where you at, love?” Simon called for me.

I felt so terrible. Usually I would have his favorite dinner ready for him when he would come home, but here I am, rotting on our bed in solitude.

“Bedroom.” I softly answered.

Seconds later, I could hear heavy, but gentle footsteps come down the hallway and stop at our doorway.

“Are you in here?” Simon asked.

“Yes.” I croaked.

Even though I was happy he was home, knowing he was home means he would have to leave again. And who knows how long he will be home for until he has to leave once again. The bedroom door swung open, with Simon standing there in the doorway in all his glory. His handsome glory.

“There you are.” I felt Simon sit on the bed and place his hand on my shoulder.

“Hey. I'm sorry.” I apologize.

“For what?”

“I didn't have dinner ready.” I said, feeling immense guilt invade my stomach.

Simon didn't say anything back, instead he just rubbed my side, up and down, making sure his skin was touching mine. Despite being in combat all the time, his skin was always soft to touch and so smooth. I guess that's why he always wears his gloves to not damage them. It was silent between us though, and that worried me. Was he mad at me? He has to be. But if he was mad he would communicate with me about it. I wish I could read his mind and figure out how he was feeling.

“Love?”

“Yes?”

“I'm fine with takeout.” He said.

I could feel the guilt increasing in my gut.

“No, I'll get up and cook.” I said as I started to get up but Simon stopped me.

He still wore some of his tactical gear, his boots and his balaclava mask but his blue eyes told me everything he was saying without saying it.

“Let's go eat somewhere. Just me and you.” Simon suggested.

He just got done from a month-long mission and nearly died doing so, as he does with every mission, and he wants to cater to me? What is he on? I should be the one catering to him.

“No you pick, Si.” I said.

“Ace.”

I felt a chill down my spine as Simon spoke my name. It wasn't out of anger nor annoyance but it was definitely in severity. He definitely wants to make it known to me that he is being serious right now.

“Where do you wanna eat at? You pick.” Simon urged me.

I thought about it for a moment.

“Um..I've been kinda wanting Italian. I just don't like going out by myself.” I suggested.

Simon held my hand and rubbed it with his thumb. I loved the feeling of his skin on mine. Just so soft. So comforting. It sent good chills down my spine.

“You been saying you wanted to try that local place, right?”

“Yeah.” I said.

“Well then let’s go. I’ll pamper myself up real quick.” Simon told me as he got up from bed.

“You going to powda yo nose, love?” I asked, in my overexaggerated accent.

SImon laughed in amusement.

“You’re funny, darling.”

Simon stripped off all of his clothing and my eyes were all over his body. I have never been with a guy who was as ‘ripped’ as Simon, but my god was it like looking at a perfectly sculpted statue all the time.

“A picture lasts longer, you know.” Simon knocked me out of my trance.

I rolled my eyes at him as I slowly got my ass out of bed to do the same. I don’t exactly ‘look bad’ but I definitely need to change clothes and whatnot. Before I stripped off my clothes though, I remembered. I didn’t know how Simon would react to seeing ‘that’ on my body. I slowly approached the dresser as he went into our shared bathroom to clean his face up. I quickly opened the drawer and just grabbed the first T-Shirt and pair of jeans that I saw. I don’t want to be suspicious but also didn’t want Simon to see what I did to myself. He doesn’t need to worry about me. He already has a lot on his plate. Right as I buttoned up my jeans, Simon entered back into the room. His mask was off and his face was cleaned off of his black face paint that he always puts around his eyes. God, he was so handsome. How did I get so lucky? He should be with someone else, not me. Someone who is stable mentally and is perfect and has a better figure and body and-

“What’s on your mind, love?”

Simon’s gravelly voice was close and I felt his touch on my cheek. He leaned in close to me, looking down at me. He knows.

“It's nothing. I promise, Si.” I lied to reassure him.

Simon peered his eyes at me. I know he doesn't believe me, I can just tell.

“Alright.”

This conversation wasn't over but he just didn't want to fight with me right now, even though I should be the one to cater to him. I wanted to protest once again but I knew he wouldn't be happy if I did, only cause that's just how Simon is. He would rather me be catered than him even though he deserves to be catered to as well.

“You ready, my love?” Simon asked.

“Yes.”

“So many choices.” I comment, eyeing the menu.

Not only were there a lot of choices, but the prices were a bit steep too. Granted it is a local place, but if I would have known about the prices I wouldn't have made the suggestion. I feel awful now. I don't like Simon spending money on me.

“What are you feeling like tonight?” Simon asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. As Simon scanned the menu, I took notice of him and his features. It's not often that Simon will go out in just plain clothes and something concealing his face. I know he does it to protect us, even though I don't think it's necessary. He shouldn't hide his beautiful face. In fact it's me that should be the one-

“Hello, welcome to Mama Rita's! My name is Gary and I'll be the one taking care of y'all tonight. Can I start y'all off with some drinks?” A male waiter approached us with a chipper attitude.

“Do y'all have gin and tonic ‘ere?” Simon asked Gary.

“We do. Would you like one of those?”

“Yes, with water too, please sir.” Simon added.

“And for you?” Gary asked me.

They have cherry soda here. It's one of the very few sodas that doesn't make me bloated nor feel like shit when I drink it compared to the usual cola sodas. But it is quite pricey, since according to the menu they make the sodas the old fashioned way.

“Just water.”

“Actually she will have a cherry soda. I almost didn't see that on the menu, but it's her favorite.” Simon butted in.

What? What is he doing? I don't get it.

“Alright a cherry soda. Do y'all know what you want to eat or do y'all need a minute?” Gary asked us.

“A minute please.” I said.

“You got it!” Gary said and he walked off to give us a moment.

Of course that was just a diversion so Simon could talk with me.

“Love.”

“Yes?”

“What's wrong? You're not your usual self.” Simon said, holding my hand and running his thumb on my hand.

I held back tightly.

“Why did you get me the cherry soda? You know we are trying to save money.” I said, trying to hold back tears.

“What in bloody hell do you mean, Ace? I don't understand.” Simon questioned me, but also tried to comfort me.

“It's nothing, Si.”

I hung my head down to avoid looking at him. I felt so much shame and guilt with myself. I don't deserve him, I don't deserve him.

“Darling, you're about to cry. I need to know what is going on.”

“I'm such a bad partner to you.” I spat out, with it coming out harsher than I meant to.

Simon was silent for a moment and he was about to speak when Gary came back with our drinks. He sat down Simon's drink and water in front of him and my cherry soda in front of me. The piercing red syrupy drink stared at me as if it was mocking me.

“Are we ready?”

“Uh yes, sir.” I spoke.

“What can I get started for y'all?”

Simon stayed silent waiting for me to go first but I motioned for him to go first.

“We will get an order of mozzarella sticks, some spinach and artichoke dip.”

Those are my two favorite appetizers in the world. Simon, stop.

“What else?” Gary asked him.

“For my meal, I'll take the Creamy Tuscan Salmon.” Simon added.

Gary quickly wrote down what Simon said and he took the menu from Simon.

“And for you?”

“Get whatever you want, love.” Simon commented before I could even speak.

He meant it too.

“Just the chicken Alfredo will be alright.” I say, handing him my menu.

“Alright I'll go put those in for y'all.” Gary said.

“Thank you.” Simon and I both thanked him in unison as he walked off.

I already knew what was coming so I hung my head down.

“Ace.”

“I'm sorry, Simon.”

“You don't need to be fucking sorry for nothing.”

His tone was harsh, but only because he wanted me to know he was being serious. I wanted to say something back, but I couldn't find the words to say. Instead, the tears rush down my face. He knew I wasn't crying despite not making any noises.

“I saw the marks on your body.”

I felt my heart stop and start racing all at once, if that was even possible.

“W-What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to play dumb.

“Ace, you're a bad fucking liar.”

He got me there. I indeed am.

“I just..”

“How long have you been doing that for?” Simon asked me out of genuineness.

“I just fucking hate when you leave. I get so depressed when I am left alone and just pray everyday you get to come home, even though there's a high chance that you won't and my brain just gets to me and I hate myself for it.” I spewed out.

I sobbed silently as Simon squeezed my hand in reassurance. I know he was only silent because he was trying to find the right words to say.

“Love, please. You don't need to do any of that to yourself.”

“I didn't mean for you to see it.”

“But I'm glad I did.” Simon said.

“What?”

“It's so I can help you. Ace, you're my special person. If I didn't love you then I wouldn't be with you but here we are. We've been together for a while now. You don't need to think that way about yourself nor do any of that to yourself. I want to help you. You said you hate being alone so maybe we can get you a companion.” Simon suggested.

“Like a cat?”

“Maybe.”

“A dog?”

“Eh, maybe.”

“What about a pony?”

“Okay you're pushing it now, love.” Simon chuckled.

I chuckled as Simon lifted my hand up and placed a gentle kiss on my hand. His soft lips sent little tingles throughout my hand and into my body.

“We will talk more when we get home but for now let's enjoy a meal, ‘kay?” Simon said.

“Okay, Simon Riley.” I said as he peered his eyes at me, “does Johnny or any of them call you Simon?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause they would already be dead if they did.” Simon half joked.

I laughed, knowing he meant it as a joke. Simon laughed as well, laughing at me. Even though I still felt the guilt in my chest, I had a feeling that maybe everything would be okay.

END

#simon ghost riley #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #callofduty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #modern warfare x reader #ghostofthemost141

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Don't mind me just casually dropping a thought nugget-

Anyway Ussop and Buggy both with MEGA imposter syndrome energy, somehow the cross guild and strawhats cross paths and declare a truce ((maybe it's a simple island, maybe Buggy's just "feeling nice" and so doesn't instigate, who tf knows-))

Anyway, Ussop and Buggy having a brief moment of a heart to heart, maybe Ussop overhears a Cross Guild "argument" ((ie: Croc threatening Buggy)), and he's actually... concerned? About this guy?? I mean yeah Buggy has done some bad shit and all but he helped Luffy with the whole Impel Down Thing. Luffy is a good judge of character, and if it wasn't On Sight this meet up, then obviously Buggy is a halfway decent dude.

So it becomes Pinocchio Jesus trying to subtly give therapy to a feral cat clown man on the outskirts of a party.

And when Buggy inevitably drops a "it's just the way it is, kid, they're stronger than me, I can offer nothing", Ussop has a moment of oh. You're like me, aren't you, Buggy?

((Bonus points, Luffy alternating between inhaling food, playing around and being absolutely GLUED to someone (Zoro, Buggy or Crocodile, in that order of frequency).

Eventually Lu decides to give a Grand Retelling Of Events, and he calls Buggy "one of the harder people I fought" without hesitation bc, to Luffy, he WAS. Buggy was the one who hurt his hat, who gave him a challenge STILL IN THE EAST, and who was tenacious and smart in ways he didn't GET. mihawk and Crocodile both are Doubting until Luffy gets into the Impel Down events and they... are beginning to Wonder. Buggy was underestimated when arrested, on a higher level, but even those levels have good security. And Buggy was out and mid escape when Luffy found him.

How did THAT happen?

And actually... he was starting and running a business in two years - one they integrated into with... very little push back or struggle. Mihawk may not be as business oriented, but both can tell that the math isn't... mathing precisely as expected.

Luffy, so infectious with energy, in that hat, in that shade of red - well. Buggy's been lonely for so long, and he's tired. What's the harm in dropping a few of his many, many guards?

Luffy is over the moon bc as far as he's concerned, the moment Buggy helped him, they became Friends, and when he learned he's an ally or smth of Shanks'? That's it, Buggy, you're being assimilated into the found family. Good luck, pal.

Croc and Hawk meanwhile are the Pikachu meme inside, trying to find the EQUATION to account for?? All??? This????

The rest of the strawhats are either cackling, watching on in amusement or cheering on as Buggy does some simply little card tricks or juggles smth or other. He passed Captain's Vibe Check, Nami's only slightly petty about the money.))

Just. Ussop (and thus Sanji) looking at this exhausted clown man and saying "we're adopting you. Yes, you're older than us. No we don't care. Sign here plz"

Luffy going "we're friends, no need to fight!! ... unless you wanna 👀👀"

Meanwhioe Mihawk and Zoro are making Prolonged Eye Contact ominously between sips of their alcohol of choice.

Just. Buggy being strong armed into Friendship and The Inescapable Ordeal Of Being Loved while his business partners are left to Wonder and Think and be subjected to the biggest, most aggressive sideye either have ever experienced by this gaggle of pirate gremlins who have for some reason decided Buggy is the Coolest and Best Ever, Actually.

This is amazing. I've always said Luffy and Buggy would end up getting along at some point if Luffy knew how much Buggy has gone through, tbh. And Usopp would feel so much pity for him, honestly. They're on the same boat here (shitty self-esteem and imposter syndrome boat). This is great bc I can imagine Crocodile and Mihawk's faces and it's,,, So funny,,

#buggy support club honestly i love him and i will defend him forever #one piece #buggy the clown #cross guild #strawhat pirates

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romeulusroy · 11 months

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Random Headcanons About Baby Roy:

Warning/s: addiction, addiction mention, drugs, alcohol mention

A/N: I think about Baby Roy all the time, lol. I just love them. I thought some fun headcanons would be nice :) Based on these headcanons and this fic series!

Baby loves screamo. Anything and everything screamo. Also any alternative artist! The more raunchy, the better. Any car or room they're in, they're listening to it or humming it or playing it in their headphones. Everyone's come to expect it and ignore it as best they can. Especially Karl and Frank, they hate it. Gerri just shrugs. it's not hurting you or anyone else, leave it be

It absolutely drives Connor insane, especially when you and Roman gang up on him and recite verses. Roman doesn't love your music, but it's so worth it to watch your other siblings cringe and get all uncomfortable

"That d*ick tastes like yankee candl-" I love Ashnikko lol

"Y/n, please."

"You wanna hear a so-"

"No."

Baby unironically plays Where's My Juul?? by Lil Mariko in front of Connor who has no idea what a juul actually is lol

Baby has a wicked sweet tooth. Kendall's been sneaking them candy since they were little, but it seems like you always have something sweet. A lollipop, gumballs, gummy bears, etc.

"You'll get a cavity."

"This is my one vice, let me be."

Shiv is always holding out her hand for whatever you've got. She doesn't ask, she just expects it. You never mind, it's nice to share with her. Besides, it makes her feel like a little kid, too

Baby loves gory movies. Growing up, when all the kids were together, they'd have movie night. When it was your turn, you always chose the goriest thing you could find. Rome would sit with his hands over his eyes and Connor would hold a pillow, But you, Ken, and Shiv would be totally into it

"Just wait! His head gets ripped off!"

"This can't be appropriate."

Baby is actually very smart. Despite all the partying, their grades were perfect. Logan had no need to worry. Maybe you weren't showing up to class, but you were there for tests and that's all that mattered. You throw your intelligence in your brothers faces

"Can you even spell egotistical?"

You make endless jokes about your sobriety that none of them like except for Roman. The others shoot daggers at you with a look that says "not funny" You think it's funny though, and that's all that matters

"I'll be at the bar, you guys chat. Kidding! I was kidding, jeez."

"Does anyone else need a strong drink right about now?"

"They say the food is like crack, but I know crack and this isn't that."

"I used to take handfuls of pills to this song. Now look at me, I've become a monster."

Connor is horrified. Every time you say anything, he's speechless. Shiv gets very serious and Kendall spirals, but Rome likes it. If you can't joke about it, what good is it?

Baby has lots of tattoos and piercings. It's the only socially acceptable way to self harm that isn't drugs and alcohol. Logan hates them and Connor thinks they're unsightly, but you don't really care. Gerri always wants to see the new ones you got, though she prefers they be covered up in the office

"I like that one, that one's very cute."

"Thanks, Mommy."

She hates when you call her that. For you, your and Gerri's relationship, it's not at all sexual like it is with Roman. She is genuinely your mother figure. She is warm and caring and only wants the best from you. She can always tell when things are getting bad again

"Oh honey, you don't look so good."

"Mommy, I don't feel so good."

She really does love you. Someone has to. She knows your mother and Logan don't. Someone has to be there for you

Both Karl and Frank are afraid of you. Between the music, the addictions, the tattoos, the piercings, everything is intimidating to them. You're not competing like your siblings, that scares them the most. You want nothing to do with the company

"Think they're rabid?"

"Might be."

You love it, the way they always back away when you get too close, like you're demonic or infected

Baby, I think, would write a lot. Not just your feelings, which are so hard to put into words, but good things that happened, reasons to stay sober

You have a notebook or something that they use to write in. You've brought it to every rehab you've ever been to and constantly reread it over and over. No one knows about it, and if they notice, they don't bring it up. It's yours

Reasons To Stay Sober: Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Rome. Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Rome. Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Rome. Connor, Kendall, Shiv. . .

You have a sobriety birthday and every month you bake a cake. It always turns out shitty, lopsided, and burned and runny at the same time, but decorating it makes you feel like a kid again

You're always wearing your siblings clothes. You're always stealing someone's jacket or socks or shirt or sweater. You like it. It makes you feel close to them

They've just come to expect it

"You look better in that shirt than I do, keep it."

"I was going to anyways."

You have those moments of deep regret and embarrassment and self-consciousness that always end up in tears, but your siblings are there to pick up the pieces

Connor especially will just hold you as long as you need and listen to everything you have to get out

You feel so deeply sorry for hurting them and scaring them so much. You just wanted it to stop. You wanted not to he angry anymore

They tell you they understand, but you know they don't. Not really. They can't unless they've felt the way you have

Baby falls asleep on all the siblings. Even Roman will let them get away with it, but no one else. You snuggle into them and have the best sleep of your life

"Quit moving."

"Don't use me as a pillow, then."

You get away with (mostly) everything because you're their baby and they love you so much. They love you so much it's gross

Connor still prides himself on the way he raised you. There were bumps in the road, but you ended up perfect. Absolutely perfect

They all pride themselves on how they raised you. It wasn't always good, they weren't always there, but they're making up for all that now. Logan is gone. Slowly they're breaking the cycle, for you and for them

Things will get better. You've hit rock bottom so many times and always found a way out. This is that. This is your out

#headcanon #connor roy #connor roy x reader #connor roy headcanon #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy headcanon #shiv roy #shiv roy x reader #shiv roy headcanon #roman roy #roman roy headcanon #roman roy x reader #succession #succession headcanon #succession x reader

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9800sblog · 7 months

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wooyoung tarot reading

public persona vs real personality

do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? queen of wands

in public

hypnotizing is the word to describe what wooyoung goes for; childlike (childish), immature, hard to ignore, messy - fun, entertaining, funny, never a dull moment, makes you wanna re-watch his content multiple times. bad, dangerous - sexy, captivating, impressive, killer moments (literally the 10 of swords), he wants to kill with looks, and skills (dance, modeling, body, literally his eyes, etc). out of all ateez members tho, he seems to be the one to try to look most unavailable (the devil reversed), he acts rude, sassy and sometimes distant, because he is the dangerous dude, the bad boy. but never actually too harmful, he's approachable, more like a best friend you're secretely in love with, that you're so close he doesn't even care what he does around you, he's a menace and if you try hard enough you can actually turn your feelings into reality (lmaaaaao). he tries to look super inner confident, like others’s opinions really don't matter to him, he just doesn't listen and they can never get to him, you can't force wooyoung to be or do anything he doesn't genuinely wants to, he's wooyoung, he's the synonym of self control. if he gets bothered, you'll get sliced, he's dangerous and you guys are close enough that he can just show it when he's uncomfortable. big party, big social life, a man of the night, trendy and cool, in with the kids

in privacy

dude's so chill and casual, familiar, literally giving the vibes of a big family that lives nearby each other. he's like so much more introverted, not only did I get the hermit but the 4 of cups at the same time. you see wooyoung quiet in the back during interviews? that's genuinely how he is casually, just vibing in his own head, in his own world. he doesn't move much, he likes things to stay the same forever and ever, if possible, he likes what he already knows. he's a very polite dude, "excuse me, please and thank you" seem to be natural part of his vocabulary, he treats people fairly like how they treat others, actually. very protective of his kind, would kill for those he loves, big big heart. he's not as flashy with his money or physical appearance, like how his style is mostly casual and comfortable gym clothes or how he spent years with that old ass iPhone 5 just because it still worked 😭😭😭☝️I don't think he keeps a lot to himself, he seems to give away his stuff to family and really really close friends, he doesn't care that much about being socially powerful, he likes genuine connections with those that are similar to him (example, moving from a company with a big name to follow a friend because he's genuinely happy with little things and moments). I think he's pretty quiet and private in general and very traditional for SURE, like "there's a proper way to treat people and exist in civilization". hobbies would include quality time with friends and family, arts like pictures, drawing, paintings, cooking, games. he loves company.

#ateez tarot #kpop tarot #ateez #celebrity tarot reading #wooyoung

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I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY BUT NEVER KNOW HOW TO PUT IT INTO WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS PROBABLY SUCKS TO READ. but again plssss hear me out. talking more about hydes impulsiveness cuz its not just 'murder kill drugs violent kill sex murder'

im not a doctor in any way but i do wanna say that impulsive thoughts do have some reasoning for being there, though it may be extremely stupid and dangerous. ((btw im not talking about what causes the lack of self control, im talking about why the impulsive thoughts are that thought.)) most impulses come from either the seeking of some feeling (most often hysteria, thrill, or humor) or experiencing things you havent (such as what does this feel like? what happens to me if i do this? you may already know by common sense, but the curiosity isnt calmed by that) but other impulses like stealing not only come from the possible thrill, but the reward of it. the entire reason stealing is such a strong and common impulse is because you know the item youre stealing has some value to you, its instinct to take what can benefit you. even when blurting random shit out, theres a reason your brain thought of it in the first place. but most of the time impulsive thoughts are from craving thrill or curiosity. !!!importantly: what the brain perceives as having somee sort of reaction depends on how disordered and nurtured the mind is. its unique per person

this is not only why hydes impulses arent the same 4 things over and over, but why a lot of impulses are really strange and unusual. because of jekylls stress of maintaining an extremely respectable and gold hearted genius rep. and the amount of hours he spends working on this, it makes sense for his and therefore hydes impulses and desires to be the opposite, something risky and dangerous and frowned upon. to get some form of euphoria or freedom he typically doesnt get but craves ohhhh he craves it so bad. but this can be literally anything, not just violence and drugs. it can range from physical or psychological self harm to breaking furniture to eating unsanitary and inedible things to mocking people to literallylyly anythinggg!!!!

this man is not only here to have sex and do 1886 drugs he is here to be everything jekyll wants to be but cannot without serious backlash and consequence!!! he is the traumatized animal instincts of the mind!!! do not limit this man to 4 actions. edward hyde does stupid shit like throw glass at birds and then eats the bird and also the glass bcs fuck you and also im hungry!!!!1 he pisses in peoples drinks probably in front of them cuz thats rlly fucking funny!!! Love The Guy.

#death talks #yeah im making myself a tag #dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #rant post #this might be soo hard to read sorry #'^_^

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One Piece Chapter 1113 - Initial Thoughts

It is time

One Piece is back again and the big announcement is almost underway. The Gorosei are circling though, much of the Straw Hats are cornered, will the revelation turn the tide?

Let's find out

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too!

A chess-themed colour spread this time; Robin playing chess with the crew as chess pieces

Contrary to the message the King should not be the attacking piece but other than that I did find it funny that Usopp is a Bishop with a bow and arrow, this cleric does harm!

Also lil Chopper pawns!

Picking up where we left off, Markus Mars has been stopped in awe of a sight in Punk Records

The remains of Vegapunk's humungous brain, as big or maybe even bigger than a giant, kept in a pod and still working even after his death

Mars does wonder if this is more Vegapunk's true self, which I guess if it has his brain it's probably the main part that's biologically living

People around the world brace themselves though

Syrup Village! Kaya, Merry and the old Usopp Pirates get a cameo

Despite her wealth being enough for Kuro to plan a murder/retirement spree, they do not have a Video Den Den Mushi

Though it seems like it's more size than price, and Kaya is already keen to hear what Vegapunk is saying, given his role in the medical field

Also lil' Merry details on the Den Den Mushi

The Marines are monitoring it too

Laboon and Crocus cameo!

And we even get to go to Baldimore, birthplace of Vegapunk

Some dialogue from the group that found Franky during the separation too

'I heard he's turned himself into a ship now' XD because of the bounty poster, and the bad timeline SBS image maybe, though I still think we could in the future get a Sunny mecha

Also got Chopper's bird and medic island listening in

The tribespeople even know about Vegapunk, they call him a 'king of modern science'

Even despite the Garp and SWORD attack, some pirates from Fullalead are listening in - some still wanna fight each other though

Mars tries to stamp out the Den Den Mushi, but it's of course a fake! It shatters to reveal just another regular Den Den Mushi

Fooled again motherfucker!

Vegapunk does introductions once more but now everyone wants him to get on with it XD

For the most part the more obscure world shots seem somewhat familiar, I couldn't tell what the rainy place was but it could be Water 7, the other one looked a bit familiar, the Longarm place looks like to have Brook's old talent agents too

But this campfire one, a child is hushed back to sleep by their likely mother, they're in tipi tents, what's interesting is the other person there, almost like Oda's pulling something sneaky

Through their collective telepathy, Mars announces his failure, it was a decoy so they have no leads

They wonder what Vegapunk intends to say, fearing that he'll carry on what Clover started before he was silenced

Back to Sanji and he hears a woman's scream

Bonney is being targeted by V. Nusjuro, Franky standing between them but Sanji demands to be the white knight

He jumps off the sword to kick him in the jaw

By comparison V. Nusjuro is pretty damn huge

His body sets on fire - fitting to his Yokai lore - but then the horse's head comes out to bite Sanji

Lots of crackling of bones, I wonder if his Healing Factor is still a thing

As Oimo and Kashii tackle V. Nusjuro (about the same size as them), Vegapunk's broadcast begins, admitting to committing two grave sins

Bonney turns into a giant with her fruit to attack V. Nusjuro, who has returned to his hybrid form

Vegapunk's broadcast admits that he is likely to be executed, and that this broadcast would start when his heart has stopped

Sabaody reacts first, realising that this means Vegapunk is dead

Duval has trouble processing this, since the news said that he was a hostage for the Straw Hats

Caesar's also mad, he and Judge went through that whole cover story alliance for nothing, so now they can promptly fuck off

And Morgans is angry because Vegapunk is giving BIG NEWS without him like it's not in his name

Interestingly, Vegapunk is quick to state that his killers should not be portrayed as 'evil' - because they're looking pretty damn evil to me

It seems maybe this is because he expects Luffy to have been pinned as to blame for his death, though it could be scanlations saying 'him'

Saturn faces off with the Labophase group, demanding they move away

Saturn and Robin however recognize one another, Robin from his voice back in Ohara and Saturn by her image

Seems Saturn blames Akainu directly for Robin's escape, I mean he did blow up the hostage ship but still, there were more marines out there

He goes to attack Robin, so all the other Straw Hats go into protection mode

Brook cuts a few limbs, but worryingly Chopper blocked some with his Guard Point - those limbs are poisonous remember? Though it's impressive that he could suppress a claw that could go straight through Kuma

Nami also remembers that she can use Zeus to block attacks

Mars is still on recon, but his senses can't pick up any 'telepathic waves' - wonder if that's a Haki feat or something relative to the Gorosei's shared thoughts?

York is also having trouble figuring out where the Stella would've put it, since her position as a Celestial Dragon is on the line

Vegapunk's about to deliver his mission statement, which is putting the Gorosei into a panic

Mars considers blowing up the entire place, but Saturn and Warcury are weighing it against the possible losses; men, equipment, and any chance of recreating the Mother Flame

Wait. What?

"Our World...is going to sink into the ocean!"

Well you can't deny it: Global Warming is Real.

It's not just Water Seven and Aqua Laguna then, it's all going to sink, there's a lot of thematic consequences to that when you think about it.

Did the World Government ostracize the Fish-Men because of this? Knowing that they would inherit the world? Does this have any connection to Devil Fruits and why the Ocean really saps their strength? Did the ancient kingdom like Old Wano sink to the bottom of the sea?

It begets a lot of questions, in true Oda fashion.

The rest of the chapter was a lot more jam-packed than the last, even without Luffy. The carried tension of the announcement is followed by Saturn and V. Nusjuro's confrontations with the crew, giants and Bonney. As expected, Sanji took on V. Nusjuro, the hit didn't seem to do much in the long term as expected, though I kinda wish Franky also got a hit in but the extent of his own injuries is worth wondering.

I'm glad the Labophase crew are stepping up against Saturn, at least until the expected arrival of Zoro and Jinbe, but it does show their furthered growth versus Enies Lobby if they can successfully repel Saturn from Robin - her injury being validated by this scene, though I still wish we saw a flashback of the Straw Hats vs Seraphim and them uncovering York as the traitor.

Still it's bad PR from the Straw Hats either way, they're likely to be accused of killing Vegapunk, who was last deemed their hostage by the fake news machine (is Morgans still going to Egghead? I mean with Vivi with him we continue to tease a reunion), and while Punk Records still has a chance to live on this is definitely going to be something each crewmate will have to re-evaluate given the bigger picture. Still, that can come after getting off the island; Edison and the Sleeping Giant are still at play after all, Stussy still needs to release the barrier, it's looking more likely that we might finish up around 1120.

Still there has to be more to the announcement, if Vegapunk was waiting for a video display it means that there are visuals to corroborate his revelation - I wonder if the Gorosei are more open to this reveal coming out than what they expected with the Ancient Kingdom reveal they destroyed Ohara for? Like did Vegapunk dupe the WG into Buster Calling Egghead over a reveal they didn't care much for? He mentioned two grave sins too so there seems to be much more to his announcement than just the opening statement.

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Just had the thought of like wow I wish I could have a day to just indulge in things i KNOW are bad for me in the long run like I just wanna check in on people who've hurt me and see what they look like now and what their life updates are even though truly at my core I don't think it's gonna be anything real in the first place cause it's social media, I don't believe in crossing those boundaries with myself of using social media that way just it's cause the norm, and I will ONLY hurt myself with whatever information I find....and yet days like today where I just feel emotionally volatile, fragile, and pent up I just wanna do it anyways but I know I'll satisfy the curiosity then immediately feel bad and like I wasn't true to myself....

And I realized that's my sober version of a bender...like I just wanna go apeshit for like 48 hours and hurt myself in the most comforting and self indulgent way emotionally and spiritually and then clean up the mess when I get to it

But I'm not doing any of that. And I have therapy this afternoon and I'm nervous for session cause I am not totally sure what's going on in my heart and soul but I KNOW there's a lot and it's been a deeply restless few weeks!

It's just funny to realize what self harm looks like for me at this stage in my life - I am glad I can see it for what it is and not keep lying to myself about how everyone else does it so I can too

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am i the only one who is actually heartbroken over all the lyrics like "i was a functioning alcoholic" like i don't think it was written in a "funny" way. yeah it could be written in a way like when you wanna make fun of your mental health struggles but it doesn't come out funny to anyone except yourself. i've always taken taylor's lyrics about mental health seriously and always believed when she revealed some sensitive parts of her life. but from what's going on right now i feel like people are trying to link this somehow to a specific relationship she had. this album isn't really about men!!!!! it's about the side of taylor we will never see unless she exposes it.

and what's funny is how fans are trying to make excuses for taylor while all she is trying to say with the album is "look at me I'm not perfect and I'm fucking up bad and you don't really know me and i take real bad decisions"

like this album is just about taylor and how SHE perceives the people who are/were in her life and it reveals how normal and even flawed she is and how humans in general are. like how she could put her own pain first and how she could see things in a distorted way or gets mad at her partners for struggling because she is so in pain herself and then she feels guilty and turns to self sabotage.

first time i actually feel like taylor is THIS relatable. i know people in our normal life are doing much worse and can be given permission to fuck up way more, but taylor's place is sensitive which also makes me feel sad for her.

I think the most common critique a few swifties have for the whole promo cycle is the emphasis (intentional, as perceived by some) on her exes and past relationships as opposed to the music alone and fans have played a major role in reinforcing this narrative that she is a saint who can do no evil and has been wronged by devious men in her life tbh. As for the allusions to mental illness in the album itself, I did find some lines unkind and I disagree that all of them solely refer to her own struggles. There have been clear references to a partner's addiction, and if listener perceive those lines as blaming this partner for not being able to overcome their addiction to be with her, I don't think they'd be wrong about that. The mental asylum imagery in the fortnight music video felt unkind and the message about medication isn't well received either. it is entirely possible that she personally is struggling from issues and it isn't uncommon for people to jest about their mental illness just to cope, but dear god it isn't much to ask that people have some empathy for those actually struggling with mental health issues, and especially to not make a caricature out of their life (re: therapy being for "insane people", using sadness and depression as synonyms, the notion that being psychotic = being a wild/crazy/harmful person who needs to be "tamed") idk idk idk. She may have tried to express her struggles through her art earnestly but somewhere the message gets lost in translation to me.

#you ask for the tab*#And I am not even attributing her music to the men she's being with I haven't given a fuck about it from day 1 #But this partner who couldn't be with her because they were too busy trying to cope with an addiction. Is not someone I can villainize sorry

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I swear, they approached Disney's 100th anniversary film all wrong.

The best part about "Wish" were the easter eggs, and even those were hit-or-miss. The plot didn't scream fairy tale or Disney--and neither did the music; if I never knew this film was a Disney film, I'd say it was a company's first attempt at an animated film. As a first attempt, it's not bad, but as Disney's 62nd film and an ode to 100 years of business....I was heavily disappointed.

I've made posts about how this could've been another epic Disney film, but for this post, I wanna try another angle, with two different ways Disney could've approached this celebratory film.

Option 1: A parody. Looking at "Enchanted", AKA one of Disney's best live-action films, the movie makes fun of classic Disney tropes as well as paying homage to renaissance-era films, which at the time this movie came out, was Walt Disney Animation Studio's biggest successful period. A film about a naive animated soon-to-be princess who is banished to the real world discovers what she wants out of life, all while charming those around her. I'm not saying "Wish" needed to include the real world aspect, but having a parody about a princess (or prince) who comes off very early-Disney while still feeling modern and giving us Disney-esque tropes and a fun story would've been a great vibe. Imagine if Asha is naive and easily taken advantage of by King Magnifico, who teaches her magic and manipulates her into harming others, seeing her youth as a weakness ("Well, you're young. You don't know anything, really."). Imagine the story actually having her BE a fairy godmother, albeit in training, and she has to learn the price and limitations of wishes (very "Cinderella"-esque) and learning when to help and when not to help others. It'd be mature and magical at the same time! Plus I imagine Magnifico being a cross between Narissa and Gaston. Amaya would probably be non-existant or an admirer Magnifico uses.

Option 2: A cutting, modern take on a classic. While I'd rather have "Kingdom of the Sun," "The Emperor's New Groove" is a funny and irreverent story about a selfish Inca Emperor who's turned into a llama by his power-hungry advisor and must return to the palace while learning to care about others along the way. Kuzco, in contrast to most Disney protagonists (or most protagonists in kids/family films in general) starts off petty, untrustworthy, and self-centered, but these qualities also give way to cleverness and humor, something that most Disney heroes lack due to either their innocence, kindess, or seriousness. Kuzco continually comments on things around him with quips and remarks that go unnoticed by the general populace (thanks to breaking the 4th wall), and it got me thinking, what if Asha was like this--or better yet, Magnifico? What if Magnifico wasn't a villain per se, but a selfish and mean king who continually had pessimistic comments to make about this fantasy-esque kingdom he created and his airheaded inhabitants. Their growing dependence on him--as well as their happy-go-lucky attitudes make him constantly patronize and devalue them, and his attitude accidentally causes destruction for the kingdom. When Asha challenges his perspective and goes on an adventure to bring back his love for others (trauma does run deep for him), he learns that everyone has a wish worth granting, and that he shouldn't be so quick to look down on others because they still have the joy and innocence he lost. Plus the people of Rosas learn not to take advantage of others and appreciate the things they have. Magnifico being like a cross between Yzma and Kuzco would be a sight to behold, while Asha takes on more of a wise Pocahontas-type role.

I can't be the only one who thinks this was a better approach to "Wish" if they didn't want to do a typical epic film.

#disney #disney animation #the emperor's new groove #wish #enchanted #giselle #kuzco #disney princess

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we stan homosexual behaviour (so dazai knew he was somehow already important to chuuya?) (woah that's gay)

[1. We Stan The Flags 2. We Stan Adam (Paul bby what are you doing)]

3. We Stan the "Demon Prodigy" (the homo prodigy maybe) (he ab to flip Verlaine off)

Adam's point of view? nothing better than it

yk what Mori how about you fall down the stairs and oh so accidently break your neck? no bad feelings just go die in a ditch (he's actually right, cause they're in the damn mafia and Chuuya has to kill the man who slaughtered his family. but he's mourning them and that patronising voice is killing me)

well maybe. but reading things like this makes sense, like who even thought ab just chewing something for a long time without eating it? ppl who didn't know ab it must have felt like Adam, they have my solidarity (Chuuya's about to kill him right there, first with the chocolate now with gums. imagine if he saw him eating pure sugar like it was water)

because he's a self harming asshole who still thinks he deserves the sheep's betrayal cause he was a "bad leader" sugar they were shitty people, and even if you were all fifteenish you didn't stab anyone without any second thought at least

No, you didn't get anything, you're a dumb bitch who makes me want to rip out my own eyeballs every time I have to read one of the stupid sentences you says. one thing I didn't miss about Stormbringer was Shirase talking again and again and again about things he didn't know and treating Chuuya like he was the one at fault just don't talk

ADAM STOP IT NOW they're always dropping height jokes about Chuuya and it makes me cry everytime (Asagiri thinks he's funny) (he is)

EVEN MURASE no I don't know why but I totally forgot everything about him. and I don't know if I'm happy or not, knowing how he'll end up...

why so romantic Chuuya him talking ab Dazai like he's a piece of trash is funnier than everything. this following the "dazai fell first" headcanon that basically is my bible (it's canon shut up, chuuya started to really love him after stormbringer just trust me)

and talking ab Dazai

so he thought of Dazai as someone dear enough to Chuuya to tying him to the Mafia? wow that's some serious charges Paul are you sure ab it? (I just imagine Paul about to kill him and Dazai being like "hey, you're the dog's lost brother, why are you here? me? tying him to the mafia? I don't think so, but you can kill me if you need it so much, thank you!")

you'll find something one day honey please stop you're making me cry (i love Odasaku but straight up telling him that he'll always feel empty is a little fucked up but I understand that you're traumatized too so dw)

he's so teenager just stop please (his writing is so pretty and the he-learned-to-write-properly-thanks-to-the-mafia hc is as canon as his name)

shut the fuck up. shut up. I don't wanna hear you. you're not even my shoe's king, just shut up.

AH AH TAKE THIS YOU ASSHOLE Adam doing what Chuuya wasn't able to (admit he wasn't the guilty one in that fucked up situation) Shirase needed someone telling him that he wasn't the fucking centre of the universe

Murase is the man every kid in bungou stray dogs needed. He already knows that is late for Chuuya, that he has already became a tool in the mafia's hands, but he doesn't want him to see it happens to others, or to be the one doing it. (think about Akutagawa, that entered the organization in some months I think, and became a tool in Dazai's hands. Chuuya was made executive in little time and he was for sure busy, but he was still there to look at Akutagawa craving for someone's approval to the point of becoming with time the Rabid Dog of the Mafia, Dazai's dog (funny) and he remembered what Murase said to him. just- him remembering. need more Akutagawa and Chuuya contents btw)

I hope you die (I love you but stop with the "little brother" thing you're hurting my eyes) (you're depressed like anyone else so stop pretending to be cheerful) (parallels with future Dazai? no alr stop)

not Chuuya knowing how to speak but not what bread is (people joke a lot about it but it made me cry the first time, and it's still fucking sad. and Shirase calling him disgusting when they were almost in the same situation? shut up please)

...yeah bby you're the mildest person I've ever seen

mild adjective, mild·er, mild·est. -amiably gentle or temperate in feeling or behavior toward others -characterized by or showing such gentleness, as manners or speech

yeah ofc you are bby

I hate them so much Chuuya still doesn't see the mafia as "family". his family has been killed by the only person in that world that could understand him. he doesn't trust Dazai, and he doesn't trust Mori, even if he respects him. He truly is desperate about the fact that the only man who ever tried to give him a chance died, cause the truth is no one will ever do something like this for him again. And the hitting his chest things is so immature and childish- like yeah we'll tell you ab his strength and power every two sentences, just to remind you he's been around killing people for years, but then we'll drop something like this to remind you he's a mere teenager

#bsd #bsd stormbringer #stormbringer #chuuya nakahara #the flags #paul verlaine #dazai osamu #bsd adam #stop it ty #bsd manga #bsd spoilers #bungou stray dogs #burn the gays

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Random Eddie Munson Headcanons

Part II

I've said some of these before- I know. Also please keep in mind that these are my own personal headcanons! You don't have to agree with all of them

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, bullying, season 4 spoilers, yes I mean ALL of season 4, mentions of self harm/ suicide

I saw somebody saying he's probably screwed all of the cheerleaders and that's why he's so nice to them? I see your headcanon and raise you: he's polite to the cheerleaders because a. He's a gentleman. B. Bet you five bucks they've stopped the football team from beating his ass at least once

He failed senior year his first time because of his mother's passing. The second year he failed was because of his father's murder trial. His mindset was quickly deteriorating and the only thing that kept him sane was the fact that Wayne fought so hard to keep Eddie.

Oh my God, Wayne.

His literal best friend ever.

Eddie was already into rock and metal and Wayne only nurtured that. Helped Eddie save up for his first guitar.

Eddie was the lead guitarist and vocalist for Corroded Coffin

Hates Mike with a passion but would never say anything about it to anybody. He doesn't wanna hurt the kids feelings.

I can't explain that one but I just have the strong feeling that he does.

Dude is a drama kid. Straight up.

That's where Hellfire is held every week, drama room

Man strives to piss everyone off. Everyone. There are no exceptions.

None.

Will legitimately zone out in the middle of ranting

Contrary to the "Eddie would let you sit on his lap at Hellfire"

NO HE WOULD NOT

Would be pissed if you did so

That is his TIME

He's way too animated for that. Man is standing up, doing little dances, acting out character actions. He is in the zone and he is in the moment. I'm telling you, if you sat on his lap while he was DMing he would not be happy.

MAYBE he would hold your waist when he asked you a question during d&d

That's it

There's little to no intimacy during Hellfire. He is all business

I'm not even kidding

Although he is a very gracious DM. Strict to certain things but he's very lenient on others. It depends.

VERY animated and imaginative. Man quotes Lord of The Rings, I don't expect any different

Speaking of LOTR, definitely only has those books because he stole them from the library

Maybe his mom really liked them so he reads them to keep a piece of her?

Bullying is a love language of his. You scared of a bug? He will chase you with one. He will tease you and make fun of you and piss you off, man doesn't realize when boundaries are being pushed too far

Half his humor consists of middle school kid jokes

Do not tell him a 'your mom' joke

Has no concept of personal space

Unless it's HIS personal space

Gets pissed off relatively easily but calms down just as easily

Will eat canned food right out of the can if he doesn't feel like cooking it

Literally only eats quick foods unless Wayne makes something

He very rarely decides he wants to cook

Cusses more than he should but also substitutes bad words so much it's funny

Sarcastic as hell

He's so chaotic I swear

Relationship/ NSFW Headcanons

Slaps your ass every chance he gets. Every chance. I'm not kidding, you're doing dishes? Smack. Standing up? Smack. Legit just standing? Smack.

Not even in a sexual way, he just knows it pisses you off so he does it

If you need something or you go to ask him for something, he automatically assumes you're asking for a kiss and gives you one that's small and quick

If you compliment him he will either deny it flat out or be a smiling mess there is no in between

Speaking of no in between, man's sex drive is either nonexistent or that's all he thinks about

If he's horny he will bother you until you give him attention

Easily made horny. I'm telling you, don't fall for it.

Per the hanky code, he's a heavy sadist top

There's no way this man is straight

Come on

"Big boy"

Are you kidding me?

Flirts wayyyyyyyyyy more than reasonable

Will flirt with other people to make you jealous

That being said he's easy to make jealous

Very protective of his lover

"Babe" and "Sweetheart" are his pet names for you

If you say his name he thinks he's in trouble

If you call him Edward? Silent anxiety. Will immediately ask you what he did wrong

Wayne snaps pictures of both of you whenever he can

Eddie is most likely demi

So by the time you're dating, you're best friends in and out

He's done some EMBARASSING things

Not even kidding

You've seen him when he's been vomiting his guts out

You've seen him dealing with the after effects of an overdose

He's had some really bad episodes and you've been there through every one despite his mood swings and him telling you to fucking leave

Gets angry when he's trying to protect you

Full blown pissed

Starts yelling and screaming at you if you put yourself in danger

With as much as he flirts to piss you off, man doesn't have a disloyal bone in his body

Cheating? Might as well not even be in his dictionary

Will cheat on a test tho

Hears that you cheated on him? Won't believe it until he sees it

Defends you with every breath he has

Will run the fuck away from bullies but if something happens to you he will start some shit

I mean the most petty shit

He'll prank people, humiliate then in the hallways, even beat the shit out of somebody if he feels like it

Might be more later but please accept this while I'm working on requests. I'm sorry it's taking me so long, I've been looking for jobs and working on and off and I'm just constantly tired. I'll get your fics out as soon as possible, I promise.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things eddie #eddie stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson x male reader #teddyposting #fluff #teddy speaks #eddie munson is gay #eddie munson x ftm reader #wayne munson #eddie and wayne #eddie plz marry me #hes so fine

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i loved without words. could you maybe do some more with wanda x mute/ quiet reader? don’t feel pressured!! i have selective mutism so reading fics like that really make me feel seen. if you do decided to do this, could you maybe do that wanda and reader are dating and maybe wanda is caring for R whilst they’re not speaking? like they’re having bad anxiety or something and just shut down. or they’re having poor mental health, not getting out of bed etc and can’t tell wanda what’s wrong?

if you don’t wanna do this then just ignore this ask!! <3

Hello there dear Anon!

First of all, I wanna apologise for taking so long to answer your Ask. I was meant to answer sooner but I wanted to do so with the request you made. It would never bother me to receive this kind of requests, and actually it made me happy that you like the story and that I could at least help some.

I hope that this story was what you have in mind, and I really hoipe you like it. Now, without any further ado... here it is.

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Summary: It was a bad mission, Y/N just wants to forget, and Wanda is an amazing girlfriend

Warnings: mentions of some self-harm, angst, drama, fluff, R is a mess after the mission.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!Reader

Author's note: I like DW so you will see some mentions of River and Amy. This is an accompanying pieve to Without words that I hope you liked. English is not my mother tongue, so apologise beforehand for all the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes

The Quinjet jumped lightly, the wind pressing forth as the team approached the Avenger’s compound after a hard mission.

No one was speaking.

Clint was trying to get past the rain and the clouds, Steve and Bucky were just deep in thought while Natasha sat with her jaw clenched and her eyes burning holes into Y/N skull. Things had not been easier in the last couple of months, but what they just did had been the breaking point for Y/N who after more than two years of being part of the team and building a relationship with every single one of them was back to the beginning.

“We’re here.” Clint announced putting the headset on to announce their arrival.

Natasha stood up making her way to where Y/N was sitting, her eyes fixed on some point on the floor. Y/N tensed with her lower lip trembling lightly, she flinched when the hand of Natasha tried to reach out to her.

There was nothing the spy could do; she took her hand away looking away and hating the burning in her eyes.

“When you’re ready, you know where to find me.” Natasha whispered; Y/N stood up making her way to the exit not even waiting for the gate to be completely open.

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Wanda Maximoff fixed her jacket around her body, her heart fluttered excitedly as she caught sight of her girlfriend. Her lips were spreading into a huge smile until she realised something was wrong with Y/N; Wanda stopped with eyes big when she realised there was blood on her.

“Y/N…” Wanda was about to go to Y/N, she was about to attend to her wounds until their eyes met.

Y/N clenched her fist and, without a warning, sprinted right past her moving as fast as she could away from everyone. Wanda was left there, her eyes still fixed on the spot where Y/N had been moments ago. The young witch furrowed her brows when she saw the others coming down from the Quinjet, they looked tired and concerned.

“Natasha…” Wanda went to the woman, the redhead glanced at Clint who merely shrugged and walked past them, his hand squeezing Wanda tenderly on her shoulder.

“What happened?” Wanda asked but Natasha looked away crossing her arms.

“It was a trap.” Natasha said. “I don’t know what happened.”

Wanda stepped back, anger building up as she shot an angered stare to the woman standing before her.

“What do you mean you don’t know? Y/N had blood on her!” Wanda exclaimed putting herself right in front of the other woman, Wanda was tempted to flinch when the enraged eyes of Natasha fell on her.

“I don’t know! If I did, she wouldn’t be like this. So no, Wanda, I don’t know and she…” Natasha clenched her jaw, but Wanda could see the trembling on her muscles. The unshed tears in her green eyes.

“I’m sorry I just…” Wanda lowered her face embarrassed, if there was someone else in the whole world that would give everything for Y/N that was Natasha. The Black Widow was like a mother to her, and she must be feeling terrible at the moment.

Natasha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, after a moment of silence she placed a hand on Wanda’s shoulder.

“She is…she hasn’t said anything yet, I’m not sure if she is ready to talk to you but, you can try.”

Wanda pressed her lips together, turning back to the compound, she nodded in understanding. More than two years had passed ever since they met on the hill facing the Avenger’s compound; Wanda had built a relationship with Y/N that she could only define as unique. It took her some time, and understanding, to get along with Y/N. The young woman was smart, but she had not been kidding when she said she did not know how to interact with others. At times Wanda felt overwhelmed by all of it, some others…when she woke up with Y/N around her, or when she would talk to her for hours, or when she would not talk at all…

Wanda sighed; she was far too in love with Y/N to just back down now.

“I will…I will try.” Wanda finally said, offering a shaky smile to the other woman, Natasha nodded before leaving.

Wanda glanced at her home, then at the Quinjet.

The fact you had run without even saying ‘hi’ was everything Wanda needed to know for what she would face the moment she reached their room. So without wasting more time she went to join her girlfriend.

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As soon as she got there Wanda noticed Y/N wasn’t in the main room.

Everything was as Wanda had left it early in the morning, the sound of running water told Wanda Y/N was taking a bath. She remembered the blood on Y/N’s clothes, the look on her face, the trembling in her body; Wanda had a sudden urge to go all the way to Y/N and be the comfort she knew Y/N needed. But Wanda held back. That was not the way to approach this, to approach you.

The room had a dim light of yellow, everything was neatly organised with pictures of them all around it. Wanda remembered the day they had started sharing a room, the moment this space became their sanctuary whenever they needed each other.

Wanda cared not for real romance, sure she loved the movies and the shows, but she was also realistic. Love was all about working together with your partner. It wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns. But after that first night, and watching the look on Y/N eyes, her smile the way she worshipped Wanda well…Y/N was romance itself.

And the space they had been sharing was always the ray of sunshine in both their lives.

The young witch wrapped her arms around herself before she set off to get Y/N´s clothes and the bed. She knew that whatever mood her girlfriend was in, she would need to be patient and understanding. The TV was on, and she decided on some of your favourite movies before setting the pillows and the book you had left unfinished right before going to the missions.

It took her almost twenty minutes to get everything ready. A cup of coffee and your favourite crackers, a couple of aspirin and then…she noticed it.

It had been twenty minutes since she first entered the room and the water on the shower was still running.

The young woman furrowed her brows, chewing on her lower lip. Wanda decided it was time for her to go and see what was happening; she pushed the door open slowly, her eyes got used to the steam coming in from the warm shower. The place was moist, and there was no sound coming but that of the water, then her green eyes settled on you and the sight broke her heart.

Y/N was naked standing under the shower, her back was red while she held herself up by also pressing her hands on the wall. Her back was to the door so either she didn’t notice Wanda coming in, or she was just ignoring her. There were flares of black around her fingers, and the shadows at her feet formed a circular form and Wanda knew Y/N was holding herself back keeping her powers at bay so the hot water could burn her back.

In less than a second Wanda was by her side, Y/N jumped startle her eyes going big as Wanda hissed when her hand came in contact with the water. There was pain on Y/N’s face, her eyes red and filled with tears while the shadows on her hand turned off the shower tab. Wand winced but never stopped her soft hold on Y/N.

Their eyes met.

Y/N turned away sharply, her body trembling and her breathing increasing. Wanda placed a tender hand on Y/N’s cheek, she cupped her face tenderly making her look into Wanda’s green eyes. There were tears falling down her eyes, her eyes red and full of pain and fear, something that changed into concern and guilt when they fell upon Wanda. The young witch helped Y/N out of the shower trying to not touch the burn skin of Y/N back, she was biting her tongue so as to not say something that might worsen the situation.

“Whatever it takes.” Was all Wanda whispered, her hands making sure to grab Y/N’s ones. She squeezed tenderly pulling Y/N towards her, slowly and invitingly.

Wanda felt her heart breaking even more, noticing just how easy it was for her to lead Y/N on. As if she was just tired of fighting.

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, Wanda standing behind her for a moment. Their eyes meeting in a shy, concerned glance before the brunette went on to get the first aid kit

There was no sound but that of Wanda looking through the drawer. Y/N tried to hold back her traitorous thoughts, finding comfort in the woman moving around her. Their eyes met through the mirror, Wanda offered a shy smile, her hand holding a tube with some kind of ointment Y/N didn't recognize.

Both of you were around the same height, so it was no trouble for Wanda to stand behind Y/N. The shadows flickered around them; Wanda saw as Y/N flinched trying to hold back her power when Wanda's hand placed tenderly on the scorched skin.

Wanda wanted to say something, she had the words on her tongue but held back relaxing her features as she got the ointment on her hand and went in to apply it on Y/N back. For a brief moment Wanda hesitated, her eyes falling in the bullet wound she got two years ago.

Y/N took a deep breath, lowering her face while clenching her hands the memories coming in like a storm. She was trembling clenching her eyes closed, a whimper escaped her lips. Wanda hesitated but Y/N gave a reassuring nod of her head, the young witch pressed her lips together and proceeded to spread the ointment on the naked back of her girlfriend.

Y/N glanced at her reflection, her eyes dancing around her body pursuing her lips. New tears welled up in her eyes, her jaw trembling while her whole body tensed as she tried to hold back her emotions. Her body trembled; her breathing caught in her throat just as she dropped her head, almost losing herself to an invisible weight on her back.

Wanda let her hand drop to her side, she waited until Y/N pressed to her wrapping her arms around Wanda seeking out comfort. Wanda wrapped her hands around Y/N hips so as to not to hurt her, her naked body pressing in desperation against Wanda’s, and all the brunette could thing was that she wished she could take away the pain from her girlfriend.

There was nothing sexual in their embrace, the nakedness coming from Y/N was nothing to the sheer emotions she was experiencing at the moment. Thus, Wanda held her and wait, making sure that her gesture could show Y/N all the love Wanda felt for her.

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Y/N sat Indian style on the bed, her back uncovered letting the ointment work on her skin. Her eyes glued to the TV, though her mind was running around the thoughts and memories that had haunted her ever since she returned from her mission.

The pain, the physical one, was already gone. The one in her soul, in her heart, was still there. Y/N knew Wanda was worried, the other woman had been just as silent as her. Moving around to make sure Y/N had everything she needed.

Sometimes, Y/N was just afraid of telling Wanda the only thing she needed… was Wanda herself. Nothing else.

Her company was like the ray of sunshine sneaking into the darkness of a heavy storm. Wanda was all she needed to find comfort when nothing made sense.

Y/N didn't know she would meet someone like Wanda. She never thought she would find someone that would never demand of her to speak up when she couldn't. Or someone that even in her frustration, in her anger was just… patient.

The memory of the many fights between them only brought a tender smile to Y/N's face. Wanda would speak her mind out, going as far as screaming in frustration before leaving, and while sometimes the fights were ugly…

Y/N turned to Wanda who had her eyes on the screen. Those green irises turned to her; love was gleaming in them.

…Even when the fights were ugly, they were still there. Healing one another, understanding one another while forgiving the wrong doings. Never once diminishing what the other felt.

"Do I have crumbs on my face?" Wanda asked teasingly, Y/N broke into a content smile shaking her head.

Wanda furrowed her brows in confusion until Y/N came crawling to her. Her eyes gleamed with something Wanda could recognize whenever they looked at one another. Love. Adoration. Comfort.

Y/N hissed while resting her head on Wanda's lap trying to not hurt her back.

A flash of concern went through Wanda’s eyes, for a brief moment she saw the self-inflicted wounds on Y/N’s back. The fact she preferred to hurt herself to quiet down the demons in her mind, made Wanda worry greatly. The young woman didn’t need read minds to know, or at least guest, what had happened on that mission; and the only thing she wanted was to make sure Y/N knew she was not alone, that she didn’t need to feel pain to stop the demons in her mind.

Wanda was right there to help her out.

The sound of the television filled the room, the light coming from the screen danced around the darkened room. Wanda let her fingers brushed the light locks of Y/N’s hair, her fingertips caressing the naked skin of her shoulder and arm trying to be reassuring and soothing. It was moments like this one what let Wanda know she had made the right decision to go to that hill two years ago. To stop being reluctant with what Y/N made her feel.

Y/N chuckled her eyes gleaming happily as they focused on the screen, Wanda matched her smile observing her girlfriend and ignoring the absurdity that was Doctor Who. Another soft giggled, a huff of indignation and then a pout; YN could be as childish as she could be as serious and deathly depending on the situation. Wanda knew no many, if any, could see this side of her and Wanda loved Y/N even more whenever she opened up in such a way to Wanda.

Y/N let out a gasp, her hand seeking out that of Wanda until the other woman flickered her green eyes to the screen. There it was the redhead she didn’t like because whenever she was on screen Y/N would be swooned over her; Wanda was torn between her amusement and her annoyance when Y/N sat up pressing her lips together.

“God, I hate her.” Wanda mumbled crossing her arms, Y/N turned sharply towards her and she could see the pout on her girlfriend’s face and those green eyes gleaming in annoyance. “Really, she is not that good looking.”

Y/N offered an incredulous glance at Wanda shaking her head, then her eyes went back to the screen.

“No, really she is not that good looking.” Wanda saw as Y/N snorted but continued watching the show, that was until Wanda decided to keep teasing. “Now, the blond one…I wouldn’t mind her to flirt with me like that…”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at Wanda, the young witch offered a defiant smirk that Y/N didn’t appreciate. For a moment, Wanda thought her plan would not work, but then Y/N came to her nuzzling her face against Wanda’s, biting her lower lip Y/N settled herself on Wanda’s lap finding comfort in the arms wrapping reassuringly around her. The pain on her back almost non-existent now.

Wanda chuckled leaning back against the pillows on her back, careful to as not to hurt her girlfriend. The brunette couldn’t help the smirk on her face, the jealousy card never failed, and the fact Y/N had come to her like this told Wanda Y/N was starting to feel better.

They had started the game along time ago, it was a silent agreement in which playful jealousy would come into play until one of the two would give in seeking the arms of the other.

Wanda sighed contentedly her hand brushing the soft locks of Y/N hair, the warm of her body against hers. The need to just be held, something Y/N had been trying to get for more than two hours but was unable to ask for.

“You know you can always come to me, don’t you?” Wanda whispered in Y/N’s ear; the young woman tensed pressing her face against the crook of Wanda’s neck.

Y/N had never regretted her decision to love Wanda Maximoff.

She was like no other person Y/N had found in her young life. She was funny and loving, she was bratty and demanding, Wanda could be submissive or headstrong and take whatever it was she wanted. And most importantly, she was always there for Y/N. Whether it was good or bad, Y/N could always be counted on Wanda to just be there, to wait until she felt ready to speak.

Y/N loved Wanda for being her.

For loving Y/N.

Y/N leaned back so she could stare into Wanda’s eyes, the young witch waited patiently. Y/N sighed lowering her gaze, then she leaned in brushing her lips against those of Wanda. It was a tender moment, a simple kiss that meant more than any words or thoughts they could share at the moment.

Wanda sighed pressing her forehead against Y/N’s one, “whenever you’re ready, detka, how about in the meantime we go and stole Pietro’s ice cream bucket?”

Y/N beamed at the proposal, Wanda chuckled stealing another kiss, “then let’s go, I bet everyone is fast asleep and we have the kitchen for ourselves.”

Not sooner had Wanda said this, Y/N was already putting something light and comfortable getting ready to go for ice cream. Wanda made it to the door but was stopped dead on her tracks by Y/N hands on hers, the both of them glanced into one another’s eyes.

Y/N lips trembled, then she leaned in placing a kiss on the corner of Wanda’s mouth.

“I love you.” Y/N all but whispered, Wanda grabbed her hand squeezing lightly.

“I love you too, detka. There will be time, we don’t have to talk yet,” Wanda reassured Y/N. “Now, let’s go for that ice cream.”

Y/N would never regret the day she fell in love with Wanda.

The day she gave her heart to the young witch.

Now, and forever.

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