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ghxstyfae · 2 months

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Anxious attachment ☆ C.B

Themes: anxiety, angst with comfort, unknown name of main character, unreasonable anxiety, major separation anxiety, toxic(ish) relatshionship if you squint, attachment issues, mentions of dacryphilia kink if you squint, baby as a nickname, sweetheart as a nickname

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Colby had only been gone for a couple days, and they called everynight, but it wasn't enough. Tommorow, she thought, Tommorow he'll be home. She was laying in his bed, wearing his xplr t- shirt and his boxers. She missed him. She needed him. Kat had come by earlier, but understood that she didn't want to talk.

Although most didn't understand, Colby and her friends knew about the incredibly close bond they shared. They knew about her anxiety, and about how she was incredibly codependent with Colby, so most didnt try to bother her too much.

It felt like she was grieving him even though he was alive and well, just states away. (Well, actually, hes about fifteen minutes away from his apartment, but she didnt know that.) What could she possibly do for a whole other day without him? Netflix isnt an option because she watched all her favorite shows with Colby, Obviously. And she didnt like leaving the house without Colby or atleast knowing hes able to come get her. He doesnt like me leaving either. The thought filled her with warmth. He liked having her, he liked her. They had been together for almost two years and yet she still felt like a giddy thirteen-year-old with a crush whenever she thought of him.

The pillow (Colby's pillow) was soaked in tears, and she couldnt help but get upset with herself over that fact. Colby didnt like her wasting tears when he wasn't around to see. Colby says im pretty when i cry. As she was about to collapse back down, eager to sleep away a couple hours without him, she heard a key unlocking the door, semi-quietly.

It had to be Kat. She was the only one who had a key that wasnt hours away. She loved Katrina, but she didnt think she could form a proper sentence. She decided to just pretend she had already been napping before Kat came in the room.

She didnt hear Kat call out like she normally does, maybe she figured i would be sleeping? She thought to herself as the door creaked open. The bed dipped and a familar, warm hand brushed away some of her hair.

"Hey baby." Colby's soft voice murmured. He rubbed her hairline a bit. As soon as she recognized that it was Colby, she practically jumped out from under the blankets.

Basically latched onto his side, tears ran freely out of her eyes as she gave him wet kisses all over the cheek.

"Your back! Your back!" Colby chuckled and rubbed her nape gently.

"Im back, Baby." He kissed her. Her face was buried in the side of his neck while she muffled out a question he couldn't make out. "Whats that sweetheart?" He asked as he scooped her up easily, bringing her out to the living room/kitchen and placing her on a bar stool, still wrapped in his blanket.

"How was your trip?" She repeated. They moved into their regular routine easily, as if his return had made the stars align. Colby poured two cups of orange juice and slid one to her before leaning over the counter to answer her.

"Well..."

#fanfiction #colby x reader #sam and colby x reader #colby brock #colby #colby brock x reader

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tenjikyu · 6 months

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imagine a child male reader whos siblings w scaramouche and was also abandoned so they only had eachother and encountered many people throughout their lives (fatui, traveler, that little kid who passed away, etc..). i can only imagine the heartbreak everytime scara gets hurt bc of the betrayals throughout ur travels and how the reader is tryibg his best to comfort him since hes still young and doesnt fully grasp the situation theyre both in idkk

srry for being specific i just rlly like sibling stuff 😭😭

𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘪

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ scaramouche x m!brother!reader , angst and fluff , comfort and reverse comfort .

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ reader and scaramouche slowly age throughout the book, so keep that in mind.

the wanderer and his little brother apart is a sight nome of the seven nations have ever witnessed. wherever one is, the other is trailing behind either with excitement, worry, concern or grumpiness trailing their figures. the wanderer loves his little brother more then anything and everything in this shithole and that has never changed, nor will it ever change.

upon the creation of kunikuzishi, raiden ei (or ‘mother’) had encountered an ‘issue’ that might be solved if he had something instinctual to protect. kunikuzushi was a gentle soul, and while he loved his mother more then life as he knew it, if he was so weak that he could not hold the gnosis then what was all this for?

and so, the creation of the second kunikuzushi was in production.

“(y/n)” she had named you. you loved your name, you loved your mother who gave you your name and most of all, you loved your big brother kunikuzushi. he was your everything, and for awhile raiden ei’s plan had seemed to have succeeded.

kunikuzushi was getting stronger, he was overcoming his sensitivity and his ability to cry at every given scenario. she thought she had finally done it.

until she realised, it was all a massive lie.

she had caught you coddling your teary eyes big brother near the shine, cradling his head against your little chest and combing his hair in hopes his tears would cease. you could sense your mothers presence and you knew if she found out that he was still as vulnerable as the day of your creation, it would have major concequences.

the gods weren’t in your favour, to put it lightly.

wandering the ever so lonely woods of inazuma, you and your brother faced two more instances in which would eventually trigger his switch.

the first? a simple blacksmith that had taken you both in. he was another good soul, cheerful beyond belief and a truly comforting person to be around.

he taught your brother the craft of weaponry. he taught your brother it is okay to be vulnerable at times and for awhile, you truly believed that you had found someone who cared about you enough to love you and your brother for who you truly were.

that dream died alongside his once genuine love for you both, riddled with fear of the both of you.

kunikuzushi’s tears echoed through your ears that night, it was so loud you couldn’t even hear the rain that was ever so loudly crashing against the two of you. his body was small and shrunken, and you didn’t know how you could help. your little mind may be synthetic, but it does not mean that you comprehend things as an adult would.

you only hoped holding your big brother against you and hiding your own tears would comfort him enough to stop crying.

you couldn’t stand his tears, they broke your little heart.

the last was a young boy, only a few years younger then your current mortal state.

raiden ei claimed that to keep kunikuzushi’s guard, she would have your body ever so slightly age, until you would stop abruptly by the time your form would hit 14. this would match up with kunikuzushi as his body would go from the form of an 18-22 year old physique.

this boy was once more, a very loving being. he was full of love and wonder about the world, seeing everything as an opportunity and a blessing.

your little head couldn’t comprehend his views until it was far too late for blessings or miracles.

there, lying lifeless and devoid of emotion, going everything against you knew of the boy he lay.

CLICK

you attempted to grasp your big brothers hand, but you did not see a boy who once more needed comfort, all you could see was pure loathing.

you didn’t see your big brother in that moment. you saw a stranger in the skin of kunikuzushi. his tears were not in need of wiping, in fact no tears were to be wiped at all.

you lost your brother that day, and it would be a long while before you would see him once more.

in a sense, you lost yourself that day as well, you no longer felt that out in your stomach that lingered endlessly. only a cold numbness filled the gaping hole in which a heart should lay wishing your chest.

by the time you had reached the fatui, the both of you were completely different people.

scaramouche was cold and sharped tongued, and as for yourself? you were reserved and shrunken. you had both completed the aging process that ei had implemented for the two of you, and it was as clear as day.

you had gotten ever so slightly taller, your hair a little longer and your frown weighed heavy on your lips.

your big brother was still as short as ever, but his face was no longer chubby and round. he was sharp and cold, a glare that never disappeared unless i’m the presence of one person.

you.

you hated the fatui. you hated how they treated you and your brother. unlike the humans, they didn’t even bother to pretend to care for either of your well-being’s. you were scared of most, not daring to make any form of contact with any of them. there was only one harbinger that ever spoke to you of his own volition.

tartaglia.

an annoying redhead who treated you as if you were his own kin. that alone had scaramouche seething in his seat. who was this filthy mortal and how DARE he treat HIS little brother as his own? this had the balladeer absolutely livid and so for the sake of your dear brother, you did your very best to escape the mortals clutches.

as his time in the fatui progressed, you soon found yourself truly taking on the roll as his little brother. you seemed to be the one who was there for him, never much the other way around.

of course that’s not to say he wasn’t there, it was just normally him who needed you more then you needing him. you were the one with him against your chest, not the other way around, and honestly you never cared too much. he’s you brother, why shouldn’t you be there for him?

you didn’t realise just how sad that fact had made your big brother until it had genuinely switched.

scaramouche, as you now seemed to have to adresse him as, not once even entertained the idea of you becoming a full blown fatui member. you simply sat in his office and kept him company throughout his everyday chores and when he went in missions? you rested in his quarters until he came back.

the fatui knew of your immortality and the fact you were not human, and henceforth never bothered to check in on you, not that you cared much.

the doctor struck fear in you that you couldn’t quite comprehend and columbina was almost too cheery to be trusted. the knave seemed interested in you, however you soon came to understand she ran an orphanage and decided she was only looking for a potential member of the hearth. the rest of them never much interacted with you and you therefore have no good or bad opinion on them, all you knew is that you could only trust yourself and your big brother in this hellhole.

you had lost count on how many days it had been since you escaped the clutches of the fatui, but you couldn’t care less. you were with your big brother and he had you, and that’s all you needed in life.

scaramouche thought different.

he wanted to laugh in the faces of the mortals and god who wronged his brother and himself, to mortify the deities and to have the humans begging at his feet. he wanted absolute power, and he had finally obtained the key item to acquire this dream of his.

had anyone asked you if you feared your brother kunikuzushi, you would have laughed in their face. if someone asked you if you feared your brother scaramouche, even just slightly, you could not give an answer.

you were yet to meet this ‘damned blonde runt’ that your brother so very much despised, however you could only hope in a time like this, she might just be able to save your big brother. he claims she is nothing but a pathetic little worm that he could easily discard by the time he reaches divinity, however you had heard of the deeds she had performed for the other nations of teyvat, and you had a feeling she was going to do the same thing for sumeru.

your feelings were correct.

your big brother was falling, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. he told you to not interfere by the time lumine came, to stay hidden in order to protect you from exposure. to protect himself from people who would use his little brother to exploit him.

too bad you love him a bit too much to allow him to fall like this. he had just quite literally lost his heart right after gaining it, and the pure horror within his vocal cords as he begged the archon of dendro to spare his heart was heavy on your little ears. you couldn’t take it any longer.

“KUNIKUZUSHI NO” you pleaded, you begged the girls to help your brother, however they just watched as he fell lifelessly. so, as you’ve always done and will continue to do, you ran to him.

he only mumbled a ‘get away from me’ and a ‘what if they see you?’ before he finally fell into unconsciousness, and that was the last straw.

all you felt in your body was a frozen and bitter hatred. you felt disappointed. wasn’t this supposed to be the ever caring saviour of teyvat? the girl who makes friends with the snap of her fingers and fights to protect ALL??

all you saw was a fake, a fraud.

ice shot out from the bottom of your heels, icing the entirety of the floors around the workshop. you were screaming.

the room was slowly icing itself around you as you held your unconscious brother in your arms. the panic was visible in the travellers companions voice, freaking out that they’re trapped in the room and that the ice is closing in, however you could only feel your imaginary heart beating harshly within your chest, pounding on your synthetic rib cage and begging to be released from the clutches of ice growing within it.

the only thing you heard before your body collapsed was a gentle tune, a tune of true harmony.

you awoke to the soft breathing of your brother next to you, seemingly in a blissful rest. instinctively, you raised your body and clutched him tightly, startling him awake. you took in your surroundings before letting him go, him reluctantly sitting up and grasping your shoulder, slouching on you.

in came the little nahida, with a tray of tea and some traditional sumerian snacks on the side.

“you’re finally awake you two! i’ve been waiting for the both of you for ages!” her little singalong voice chimed, puffy cheeks graced with a warm smile. you and kunikuzushi share a glace at eachother, almost in a “what the fuck are we doing here?” kinda look. the young archon took note of your confusion and decided to explain.

“we rescued the both of you from the doctors clutches and have been nursing you back to health! after (y/n) had gained his cryo vision, another vision slowly descended and rested on the chest of the balladeer. the anemo vision seemed to swirl a warm breeze around the both of you as the ice spread as the room started to freeze in on itself. thankfully, i was able to get everyone out uninjured, however we had unfortunately encountered the 2nd fatui harbinger, also known as the doctor. he claimed the fatui had ownership over the both of you and wanted both you and the gnosis, however i bargained that as long as he shut down all his twins, as well as giving us the both of you, he could have both of the gnosis’ i possessed!”

nahida seemed almost too cheery, however you refused to comment on it. all you did was squeeze your bothers free hand as he held you protectively, his guard instinctively high in the presence of a god. smiling softly to yourself for the first time in forever, you rested on the shoulder of your big brother.

you were finally in safe hands.

sumeru’s most notable duo, the young wanderer and (y/n) explore around the lands together, hand in hand. one in his early 20s and the other in his teenage years. though they never seem to age, sumeru does not question it. the elder with a sharp tongue and the younger apologising profusely for his big brothers harsh words. the elder studying in the akedemiya under the request of the lesser lord, and the younger encouraging him to do his best.

the elder keeping his guard up so the younger can finally enjoy his everlasting youth, after giving it up for so many years for the sake of himself. hand in hand, kunikuzushi knew you two would finally be able to rest.

just the two of you, until the end of time. <3

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x male reader #scaramouche #genshin scara #scaramouche x male reader #scaramouche x reader #kinda angsty but it gets fluffy #sibling hcs #family hcs #genshin sibling hcs #this actually took me so long you have no idea #the burnout went CRAZY #but i’m proud of it (kind of)

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george-weasleys-girl · 6 months

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Amoree

Can i request a fic/drabble or whatever u wanna do with this:

f!reader x Fred Weasley (they're dating)

The twins have left school and when Harry, Ron and Hermione go to the WWW, the reader goes with the trio

As Fred and she are away for a while, the situation gets a little "strange" at first (I got this idea from Amy and Peralta) Fred doesnt know much what to do, thinking if she missed him as he felt her. Everything is solved and she's leaving with the trio but is fluff more fluff

if you need a prompt "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." pleaseee♥️i love you and you're amazing (I'm sleepy and wrote too much so maybe have wrong words sorry)

Thank you so much, lovely🥰

I'm not familiar with the reference, so I hope this turns out as you were envisioning it.

Hello Again

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: one curse word

Fred paced back and forth, pausing every few minutes to stare out the window. Almost three months had passed since he had last seen Y/N. She stood on the ramparts of the castle, blowing him a kiss as he and George flew off into the night. After that, they'd exchanged a few letters here and there, but he'd been busy getting the shop up and running, and Y/N was wrapped up studying for her N.E.W.T.S.

So, it made sense that their correspondences were sporadic and brief. At least, that's what Fred kept telling himself. But, the truth was, deep down, he worried that time and distance were pulling her away from him.

~•~

Harry, Ron, and Hermione bounced through the door with Y/N following behind, a nervous smile plastered onto her face. At first, she'd been so excited to see Fred again. It felt like ages since she'd heard his voice or melted into one of his all-encompassing hugs. However, the closer it got to their visit, the more apprehensive she grew. The letters between them in the past months had seemed so formal and distant. She knew he was busy with the shop and everything, but her paranoid mind couldn't help wondering if he was falling out of love with her.

~•~

"So, umm... this is the apartment," Fred waved around the room. After an awkward, uncertain hug, he'd given Y/N the "grand tour," and now they stood in the living room of his and George's flat.

"It's nice, very comfy," Y/N took in the room that held an old, ratty sofa that looked like one from the Burrow and a couple of rickety chairs.

"We've got better furniture on order," he commented.

Y/N nodded, turning back Fred. "It really is nice."

"Yeah, yeah," Fred stammered. "Would you, um, like to sit down?"

"Ok," Y/N replied.

"Anything to drink?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

Fred nodded and sat beside her. "So, yeah... " His words trailed off and he turned his gaze away from her. "Are we, you know...?"

"I - I don't know," she looked up at him. "Are we?"

"I hope so," he said, meeting her gaze. "But your letters were really short and kinda... I don't know..." He shrugged, unable to find the right words.

"I knew you were busy, and I didn't want to bother you with big, long letters."

Fred blinked in surprise. "You wouldn't have bothered me, love! I thought you were rethinking our relationship."

"I thought the same about you," Y/N countered. "Your letters didn't exactly instill a lot of confidence either."

"I knew you were studying for your N.E.W.T.S and I... " Fred stopped, realization dawning. "We're really fucking stupid."

Y/N snorted. "Yeah. We really are."

"I'm glad we're not breaking up," Fred said.

"Me too."

"So, umm, I was wondering," Fred began with a grin. "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

Y/N giggled. "You can have all the kisses, my love."

~•~

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#fred weasley #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley fluff #hp fandom #hp universe

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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WIBTA for telling the blunt truth to my roommate, that shes immature, irresponsible, and rude?

[-.-] < so I can recognize

so I (20) have three roommates, A(20), B(21 or 22), and C(20). We all attend the same college. I have lived with A for 2 years, but we only started living with B and C in fall 2023. so far there have been some issues, and most of them revolve around interacting with C. C has a cat, and they keep the litterbox in their room of our apartment, so they always have their door open. This itself isnt really a problem, but I feel like its eroding the distinction between common space and their personal space for them. Often when there is another conversation happening at the table or on the couch, C will come out of their room, sit on the couch, and watch loud videos on their phone without headphones. Then, they will hear a small part of our conversation, react in TOTAL shock and awe, demand we recap the last 5-10 minutes of conversation to catch them up, then go right back to their video. On another occasion, I was talking with either A or B as well as C, when C said they were overstimulated and needed some quiet time (no problem with that, it happens) so they were going to put in their headphones and. stay in the living room on the couch. instead of going to their room.

They also will completely derail conversations into complete dead ends and traumadumping. I was driving, C was in the passenger seat, and B and our friend G(18 or 19 iirc) were in the back. we were chatting about our parents being silly and making harmless fun of us at various points, and C multiple times said "we're not talking about times my parents took away phones bc Trauma!" like. If you dont want to talk about it DONT BRING IT UP. C could have chimed in w a time their friend did something like that and it would be fine! but instead they latched onto the parent part. They do this fairly often, and it makes it really hard to have a conversation where we casually mention our childhoods, bc its always a minefield w C, as they will make a point to bring up that they lacked the circumstances for whatever experience we are talking about, either due to bad relationships w parents or due to growing up poor.

On top of all this, they also are not financially in a good place. They routinely dont have money for food and end up eating mostly communal stuff. Sometimes when they are low on money I will end up buying something communal just so they will stop carrying on. IMO if they are in that sort of financial situation they shouldnt have gotten a cat, bc I honestly dont think they can afford it. tbh I feel like they pretty much live on the cheese and tortillas I buy, and i'm starting to feel the financial stress of it.

They are constantly making every interaction about themselves in ways that make it really hard, even when they arent even part of the conversation.

Repeatedly i've wanted to tell them that they dont have to be involved in everything, and that they dont have to always be talking or generating noise. That when other people are talking, they need to either contribute constructively to the conversation, wait their turn, or at the very least stop and apologize when they interrupt someone instead of talking right over them for minutes at a time. And that its not our responsibility to help them when they are low on money, that maybe they shouldnt have gotten a cat if they werent able to financially support it, and also that it shouldnt be our (me, A and B)'s job to walk on egg shells bc they have emotional outbursts over incredibly minor things (they do take mood stabilizers and have a disorder that effects their mood, but that doesnt mean its ok that they will sometimes seem really angry and aggressive out of absolutely nowhere, yelling swears with no provocation).

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ccbunnv · 3 months

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Hi, could you do something more with villain!Bill? Maybe something like when the hero and the reader gets in a fight and when the hero is helping the city something interesting happens. Maybe like the hero accidentally hurts the reader but doesnt bother to help since they are still mad at eachother and then there comes Bill. You can finish this as you like! An early thanks if you do it!

(Sorry if you got tired of writting villain!Bill😭)

<33 it's ok !

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x fem! reader fluff

"Dan! where the hell did my guitar go?!" I asked in a shout, rage piling up within me as my boyfriend came back home, his neck decorated with a purple-pink lipstick that didn't belong to me.

his infidelity wasn't something I could be concerned with right now. my guitar was missing, even though I had very clearly saw it this morning before I left for work.

I owned a second-hand black gibson guitar I worked my ass off for at the age of 16 and he knew just how much it meant to me.

drunkenly, he waved his hand, dismissing my worries for the expensive instrument that was missing from its holder. he uttered out, his breath reeking of beer, "I sold it."

"what?!" I yelled, "you sold it!?"

"yeah, and? I needed money for booze." his words slurred, acting as firewood for the burning anger in my heart.

"you sold the fucking guitar that I spent two years saving up for!?" I asked, following him as he entered our room.

he took his clothes off, throwing it onto the floor, "so what?"

"what do you mean so what?" I looked bewildered.

"I save this whole city every day!" he shouted, pointing to himself, "do you know how much trauma I go through!? the booze is the only way for me to forget this!"

he had used this tactic on me all too many times. ever since the beginning of our relationship, he kept asking for money. for clothes, for therapy, and it eventually turned to more honest admissions, like booze or luxury items.

it's not like he doesn't get money either. the city council hands him a cheque worth thousands of dollars and where does he spend it on? for girls to sleep with him, on gambling.

"then why don't you go to therapy?!" I asked.

he clicked his tongue, grabbing the bottle of perfume on the dresser nearby and throwing it in my direction. the glass crashed against the wall, bits and pieces falling down and creating an unruly melody.

the scent of the perfume spread across the room as the extract seeped into the carpet below my feet. he shouted, "shut the fuck up, bitch! I'm tired of your bullshit!"

"everyday you nag and scold me! I save your life whenever you become the damsel in distress, and this is the payment I receive!?" he yelled, grabbing another perfume bottle and throwing it at my direction.

"you're an ungrateful, disgusting whore! you spread your legs for every man you come across, don't you!? you slut!" he walked towards me faster than I could back away, and he slapped me on my face hard.

"I think I should teach you a lesson." he panted, grabbing my hair and dragging me to the bed. his hands reached down and started to unbuckle his belt.

fear and dread dawned upon me, my breathing growing ragged. my stomach churned, and with all the strength I could muster, I kicked his knees in and booked it out the door.

the night air was chilly, I could see the hot air leaving my lips as I ran from the apartment complex as fast as I could. tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, my heartbeat eventually calming when I reached a safe distance away.

I stayed at a friend's house that night.

𓆩♱𓆪

I didn't really go back to the apartment complex after that. I didn't want to face him and the pile of luxury resting in the living room. it felt disgusting for me to even see his face on billboards, praising his presence or advertising a product.

I continued at my job, after having blocked him on all form of communication. email, contacts, even myspace and facebook, even though I didn't go online often. the repulsion I felt from that near rape incident left me with needing melatonin gummies to sleep.

and even though I looked up and down on ebay, hoping to find my gibson guitar, but it was nowhere to be found. I eventually gave up.

my heels clicked down the streets as I made my way to the train station, hoping to get back to my friend's house early so I didn't have to stare at Dan's ugly fucking mug on the damn walls of every establishment in this shithole called a city.

then, a loud explosion occured not a few minutes later behind me, in a large corporate building. I craned my head backwards, hoping it wasn't Dan, and then a crowd of people came running by. their screams filled my ears, cries from toddlers, infants and children alike accompanied those horrific screams.

scared, I began to run as well, but then the police closed the gates to safety on me. they couldn't risk anything dangerous entering and contaminating the safe area. I looked around, noticing that everybody else who had been locked in the battle field like me had already taken cover.

fear covered my body, as I watched a very familiar silhouette enter from the shadows. a velvet coat draped over his tall, model-like frame, his brown eyes glaring deep into mine. my heart thumped loudly within my ribcages.

"BILL!" I heard that dastardly voice call out.

I turned my head to find Dan, in his tacky but versatile hero suit. oh, it looked horrible. I looked over at Bill, noticing that for some reason, his all-black outfit was better-looking than the hero's tasteless costume.

"DAN!" I heard the villain respond, his voice enchanting to the ears.

I heard his voice one too many times, and is it wrong to say that I've missed it?

I got up and ran to hide behind a car, trying to shield myself from the oncoming battle. Bill hummed, "and you brought your girlfriend. have you no idea what safety is?"

"shut up!" he responded, ripping a pillar from a falling building and throwing it at Bill, who very swiftly ducked it.

Dan charged towards him, but he switched spots instead. now he stood close to me, just a few inches away from the car I hid behind.

he taunted, "wow! what happened to your aiming, Dan? you've gotten so shit at it!"

of course, my prideful (soon to be ex) boyfriend couldn't handle such a tease, and he grabbed one of the discarded cars at the side, throwing it at Bill.

unfortunately, his aim was shit, and it knocked the car I was hiding behind away. glass broke and flew everywhere, scarring my face and my body, some chunks finding place against my body.

I hissed as my leg was kept under a car, a sharp part dug into my calf, making it ooze blood but I couldn't pull it out. I looked over at Dan, hoping for help because after all, he was the hero. but he looked away from me.

Bill noticed this out of the blue situation, but decided not to question. the pain burnt through my body, and I wanted to scream and cry. I eventually passed out from the pain.

when I woke up, I expected to hear the beeping of a heart monitor but to my surprise, it's to the gentle sound of a door creaking open. my vision blurred, before fixating at the person standing near the door. I couldn't speak at all, but there was no need for that.

Bill walked over and sat next to me, looking down at my unmoving body. he said, "you're awake."

I murmured, "mm."

"how do you feel?" he tilted his head curiously.

"mm-m." I shook my head side to side a little, but that alone made my head hurt.

"hm." he hummed, "well, just get some shut-eye. I'll be back soon." he got up and then left.

I stared at the ceiling for a short while before obeying his words. I closed my eyes again and let myself drift to dreamland.

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shortly after, I woke up again. I slowly looked to my side, to find Bill dozing off on the chair next to me. his head dipped down little by little, and he was doing his best to keep it up.

I stared at him for a little while, but he soon woke up. he rubbed his eyes, "do you feel better now?"

"...yeah." my voice was hoarse and cracking from hours of not drinking water.

he reached to his nightstand and brought out a glass of water for me to drink. I felt my throat get instantly better as the water ran down.

he sighed, "did you and your boyfriend get into a fight, or something?"

"what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"did you and Dan get into a fight?" he asked, "I didn't think he'd leave his girlfriend, much less an injured civilian, right in the middle of the battlefield."

"...yeah, we did get in a fight," I mumbled, "it's like, a long story."

"you can always tell me." he shrugged.

I didn't really know if I should, after all, this man was a villain. and he held that title for a very good reason. however, my heart was in shambles, and I needed to tell it, or I fear I'd suffer worse than nightmares.

so I told him. I watched as his facial features morphed from shock to sympathy to disgust. utter repulsion, from the fact that the hero tried to take advantage of his own girlfriend.

at the end of my story, he looked at me with a frown. he breathed in and out, "so...are you staying somewhere safe right now?"

"yeah, at a friend's place. but I think I should move out soon, because she wants to move her boyfriend in." I responded.

"you can come live with me," he proposed, "I've got tons of bedrooms here. this is just a guest bedroom currently."

I looked around the room I was in. this extravagant bedroom with a view to the city, is just a guest bedroom?

I said softly, "...you're not kidding?"

"no," he shook his head, "I don't think you deserve to be kid right after that experience, honestly."

"...but I can't afford it," I mumbled.

"can you cook?" he asked.

"yeah?" I replied.

"then that's your payment. cook me meals." he said simply, as if money was nothing to him.

well, it really was nothing to him, after all. he's got a mountain's worth of riches and could probably support five generations or more.

I blinked a couple of times, before leaning down to pinch my injured arm. I hissed, pulling back quickly when I accidentally pinched a wound.

"it's real," he affirmed, standing up and smiling, "when will you move in?"

"I don't know," I said softly, "do you have a date where you're free?"

"next Friday then." he said, leaving the room.

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my life with him was much better than my life with Dan. I had broken it off with him prior to moving in with Bill, and needless to say, he didn't take the news very well.

news began to spread that I was a whore and I slept with the villain, and even a mule knew who spread such a petty rumour. but the city kissed the soles of his shit-covered boots as always.

well, it didn't matter anymore. Bill was a man who respected my privacy and enjoyed my cooking. he stuck by my side even at my worst, and I had never heard a word of judgement leave his lips before.

then my heart began to beat whenever I was around him. I saw sparkles surround him. I wanted to hold his hand whenever we were in close proximity.

he seemed to feel the same too, as he had began making his move. he held my hand for short periods of time. he made time for us to go out and eat. we hung around in the living room until midnight talking about our experiences in mundane, boring things.

being alive felt so much better around him.

the sky was blue and it wasn't too hot nor sunny as I walked down the streets, finding the billboards to be more tolerable now that I wasn't really connected to Dan in any way other than exes.

I looked through the paper grocery bag, hoping that I bought everything for tonight's dinner, and making silent plans for tomorrow's breakfast. maybe avocado toast with poached egg? or breakfast bites? maybe french toast.

the sky dimmed and I figured it was going to rain soon. looking through my totebag, I realised I didn't bring my umbrella. if I ran fast enough, maybe I could catch the bus back home in time.

but when I reached the bus stop, the bus doors shut and it drove off. thunder rumbled and I brought out my phone, trying to tell Bill that I was gonna be later.

as I was about to text him, I heard someone call out my name. I tilted my head upwards to find Bill with an umbrella over his head. he said softly, "I was window shopping. I take you didn't bring an umbrella?"

I laughed and said, "no, I didn't."

he chuckled, "then, do you mind sharing one?"

"I don't think so." I shook my head, going under the umbrella with him.

the rain pitter-pattered on the surface of the black umbrella, and we were extremely close with eachother. we had a lot to talk about, like prices on groceries, tomorrow's lunch, what movies we should watch tonight etc.

"right," he then said softly, "I have a gift for you."

"really? you didn't have to!" I smiled happily, clutching the brown paper bag tighter to my chest.

"I wanted to," he shrugged, "it got delivered today. come on."

we both ran back to his car that was parked in the underground parking lot, rainwater filling my shoes and staining the edges of my jeans. sure, it felt disgusting afterwards, but it was a memorable sight.

he began to drive quickly back to his mansion, while I put on some songs for us to listen to.

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"don't look!" Bill called out, and I laughed a little.

he was preparing my gift while my eyes were closed and I was forced away from the tempting present in the living room. then, he walked over to me, the soft thumps of his boots muffled by the carpeted floor.

his hands settled on my shoulders, and he slowly guided me towards the living room. he whispered, "keep your eyes closed."

I smiled a little, "alright..."

though I agreed, I tried to open my eyes slightly to just peek at what the gift was, but his hands swiftly moved from my shoulders to press against my eyes.

I laughed again as he reprimanded, "I told you keep your eyes closed!"

"sorry, I'm just excited..." I responded, giggling.

I could feel his smile behind me as he lead me into the living room. slowly but steadily, he removed his hands and said, "you can open your eyes know."

so I did. and the view in front of me shattered me.

it was my guitar. the same one I lost to Dan's alcoholism. the same scratches on its ebony body, the same sticker from my favourite band stuck to the back.

he said quietly, "it took me a while, but I found it."

I looked ecstatic, rushing over to cradle my guitar in my hands. I looked over at him and said, "you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to," he knelt down to my now-kneeling figure, and said, "because I know how much it means to you."

"and you've been here for longer than anybody ever has," he whispered, "I'm glad you did."

his hands brushed against my cheek, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ears. I said, my tone matching his, "I'm glad I stayed."

"I..." my heart was hesitant. what if this was just a friendly gift? what if I was overthinking? but I just continued, "I like you, Bill, not just as a friend, but something more."

"I don't know why," I said, "but when I see you, I get giddy inside. I love cooking for you, I love listening to your genius plans,"

"I love you." I whispered. his eyes were fixated onto mine, and then he smiled that gorgeous smile, and I felt my heartbeat quicken. butterflies filled my stomach, my body felt numb and jelly.

"I love you too," he muttered, "I don't know when, I don't know how, I just did."

"and I'm glad you feel the same." he said softly, before pressing a kiss against my eyelids. he trailed his lips down, and without hesitation, he brought his lips against mine.

I very gladly returned it.

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#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #fluff #bill kaulitz fluff

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ceasarslegion · 25 days

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I know i have a lot of teenagers who follow me because i dont baby talk to them regarding things like drugs and alcohol and sex. So i wanted to throw out some advice that still saves my ass every day as an adult that i learned to instill in myself as a teenager:

-Learn how to keep house. I know that every adult is beating job skills into you right now and its overwhelming to say to least, but no matter what you end up doing with your life, you will need to know how to cook and clean and budget and go grocery shopping and do laundry and the dishes and x y z. You will need to know how to work with cleaning products like bleach safely and without creating mustard gas by accident. If you figure that out now, you will be able to take care of yourself for the rest of your life. Those are skills that you WILL need every day in the real world no matter what.

-i want to asterix the budgeting part. I know way too many grown adults who could be doing very well for themselves who are broke as shit and actively getting worse because they cant budget to save their lives. Managing your finances is what will often be the difference between living relatively comfortably and struggling to get by.

-dont get roommates if you can help it. I know you will want to, and it will seem like a fun idea to live with your friends and like nothing would go wrong, but roommates ruin friendships. If you can afford to live on your own when you first head out, do it. Trust me, paying the full rent is worth not having to deal with other peoples bullshit taking up your living space. I learned this the hard way, dont be like me. The only people you should be actively looking to live with at the young adult stage of your life are any permanent partner(s) that might come along the way, and you should rush that either. And taking some proper time to be on your own will do you so much good in the long run in realizing what kind of person you are and what you need in things like work, relationships, life in general, etc.

-you don't need a brand new car, and your first apartment doesnt need to be high end and fancy. All your firsts for those things need to be are functional, safe, and reliable. And you will love them regardless if theyre your first car/apartment. And you dont really NEED a car if youre an urbanite with a reliable enough transit system, either. Thats more of an individual thing if thats your situation. I live in an older apartment building with a stove from a brand that doesnt even exist anymore, but its real spacious for one person, in a nice part of downtown where everythings still right outside my door, and all my utilities are included. I pay 500 dollars less in rent a month for this than my coworker who lives 2 blocks away from me and has half the space i do with none of the utilities included because its all smart tech and luxury suites in that building. You don't need all that, you will not notice the difference when you actually live there.

-no one cares about high school tier drama when you hit your college years, especially if you go to an academically-based school. In my experience at least, the schools the nerds end up at think the d&d club is the coolest one on campus. This will pass, you will be fine. The nerds really do inherit the earth after you graduate, and all those bullies really do peak in high school. The guy who was the worst offender towards me in high school now literally pumps gas for his dads gas station because nobody else would hire him. Which is fine, its honest work, but it IS a tad ironic how things worked out there after so many years of telling me he'd be my boss one day. Yeah sure, howd that work out bud

-please dont get into drugs and alcohol just to be cool. I know every adult has treated you like some porcelain doll to be handled with baby gloves regarding any sort of substance, but if you choose to partake in them, all i ask is that you be informed about the risks, you do it safely, and dont do it for social clout. Its not the substances im most concerned about there, its that when you do them for social approval, you dont know when to stop or how to listen to your body telling you thats enough, which is a straight shot to a potential addiction. Its your choice whether or not to consume drugs and/or alcohol, but its irresponsible to act like theres no real risk involved in them, especially if you have the kind of personality more susceptible to addiction. Do them for yourself, in safe environments, as cleanly as you can get them if possible, and only after you educate yourself about what the risks are and what resources there are in your area for healthcare and counseling if you do develop an addiction.

-be selfish, but dont be a dick. Your young adulthood is when you should be selfish in the sense of prioritizing your own mental health, work ascension/schooling, etc, but you can do all those things without being standoffish or disregarding other people in the process. You should be there for your loved ones if you can, but if you cant, give them the common courtesy of telling them. A simple "hey, id love to help you if i could, but i have too much going on right now to spare anything. But im always here to talk about it if you need it, ily and im wishing you all the best <3" is way better than "i cant help you right now, i have my own problems to deal with."

#some thoughts

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playgrl0 · 1 year

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wedding dress / nanami

!! not proof read,, sorry !!

nanami and you decided to deep clean your shared apartment this weekend since its been a while that you've last done it. he's currently cleaning the kitchen and you're in the bedroom. you're kneeling in front of the closet, took all of your clothes out, put them on the floor, and started sorting out clothes that you don't wear/need anymore or clothes that dont fit anymore. you take out another stack of clothes out of the closet and notice a box behind them. with a small frown, you take the box out as well and walk over to the bed to put it down there. what's in there? you can't remember anymore. you open the box and a beautiful, glittery, white fabric stares back at you and a smile instantly appears on your lips. your wedding dress. you pull it out of the box, hold it up against your body and walk over to the full body mirror to look at yourself. the dress is still as beautiful as the day you bought it. you never regretted buying it and you probably never will. you decide to put it on because why not?

after putting the dress on you walk over to the mirror again to look at yourself. your smile grows even bigger. the way the dress still fits you so well, as if you just bought it. it hugs every curve of your body just right. you are beautiful either way but, you look absolutely breathtaking, so gorgeous, in that dress. wearing it again for the first time after two years almost brings tears into your eyes. the memories of your wedding, one of the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful day in your life. marrying the love of your life and starting the journey of spending the rest of your lives together. you're so lost in your thoughts that you don't notice nanami watching you. he's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and he's smiling from ear to ear. a sight that only you are lucky enough to see.

"you look beautiful." nanami's voice pulls you out of your daydreams. slightly jump and turn around to face him. "you scared me." he chuckles. "i'm sorry angel. let me help you." he walks over to you to stand behind you and starts zipping up the dress. then he leaves a trail of soft kisses from your shoulder up to your neck, then to your ear. "my beautiful wife." he whispers. goosebumps spread over the skin of your entire body and you can feel the apples of your cheeks heating up. nanami's had that effect on you since the beginning and you're sure that it'll never change. you turn around to face him after he told you to and he takes a step back to get a good look at you. his intense eyes looking you up and down and his smile gets even bigger. nanami intertwines his hand with yours and twirls you around a few times. "beautiful." he whispers. "why'd you put it on?" he asks and pulls your body flush against his. you wrap your arms around his neck and play with the hair at the back of his head. "was cleaning out the closet and found it again. i was wondering if i'd still fit into it." he presses a kiss to your forehead, mumbling against it, "you look gorgeous." another peck. "and you're all mine. my wife." his deep, quiet voice sends shivers down your spine. "all yours. my handsome husband." you smile back at him and peck his lips a few times. nanami pulls away from you and walks over to the closet, and pulls out a white dress shirt. he takes off the shirt he was wearing, and puts it on. "what are you doing?" you ask after he put it on and pulls out his phone. he doesnt answer you, he only sends you a small smile before turning his attention back to his phone. then, nanami throws his phone on the bed and walks you both in the middle of your large bedroom. he wraps both arms around your waist, hands resting on your lower back and he tells you to wrap yours around his neck. right after you did that, a melody starts playing from his phone. its your song. the song, you both started listening to when you first started dating. the song, you listened to throughout your entire relationship. the song, you walked down the isle to wnd had your first dance to at the wedding.

"let's dance, my love." he kisses your forehead and you both start to slowly sway from left to right. your cheek resting on his shoulder, his cheek resting atop your head. both of your eyes are closed and you're just swimming in the feeling. the feeling of love. of being with each other, loving each other. just the two of you, the song quietly playing in the backround and the sun that's shining through the window, making the small specks of glitter in your dress glow beautifully. the song comes to an end and nanami slowly pulls away from you a little to get a good look at your pretty face. he smiles and lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head a little. "what is it?" you grin. he cups one of your cheeks with his warm hand and his thumb brushes over the apple of your cheek. "just can't believe it's been almost two years since our wedding. i'm very lucky and happy that you're mine." he replies and kisses your forehead. "can't believe it either. i'm so happy with you." you reply and place a soft kiss on his jaw. "you may now kiss the bride." you say and watch how kento's eyebrows raise up, but the smile never leaving his lips. "let's recreate our kiss." you giggle and he lets out a small chuckle, cups your face in his hands and pulls you into a deep kiss.

your lips move in sync, one of nanami's hands moves down to your lower back to pull you closer to his body. your hands run through his hair, slightly tugging on it. his tongue enters your mouth and you let out a small whimper. he smirks into the kiss and pulls away a little to rest his forehead against yours. "i love you." he softly whispers. "and i love you." you reply and peck his lips. nanami's hand moves from ur lower back, up to the zipper of the dress nd starts to slowly unzip it. he places a trail of kisses from your jaw, up to ur ear and slightly nibbles at your earlobe as he continues to unzip the dress. "should we recreate the wedding night as well?" he whispers into ur ear, sending chills down your spine. nanami looks at you with a teasing smirk on his lips, his eyes holding much adoration and love for you though. you giggle and bite down on your bottom lip. "i'd love that." you peck his lips and he slowly places a trail of kisses from your collarbones to your shoulders while he slides down the straps of your dress. nanami slowly walks you backwards and then turns around to sit on the edge of the bed. you let the dress fall to the floor and he holds your hands in his large ones. "beautiful." he whispers more to himself but you still hear it. your hand runs through his hair as he kisses your stomach a few times, then pulls you to sit down on his lap and into another deep kiss. "let me show you how much i love you." he whispers in between kisses. and that's exactly what he did for the next few hours.

tags: @peach-m1lk @softbajis @obitohno @kendraken @oikawascutie @kokonoiscoconut

<3 @ playgrl0

#p!writes!%*#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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anonymous-eggy · 4 months

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Quest with an Mc who has recurring nightmares

i apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. i mostly wrote this to comfort myself after yet another nightmare

• He finds out after you log on particularly early one day because of a real nasty nightmare. he had taken a morning shift so he was also on earlier than usual

• from his usual readings of conversations he misses while logged off, its particularly unusual for you to be on so early. especially since you talk about sleeping in

• you were joking around and chatting with Xyx, who happened to be on at the time, which should have made him feel at ease, but he's a worrywart at heart so he sends you a message through the mods only channel.

• he's the server dad so of course he's checking on his partner.

• when you tell him its only because of a nightmare and that it happens all the time, he immediately understands

• i feel like he gets nightmares due to having ptsd from his past.

• so he sort of understands the whole thing of wanting to do something to get your mind off the nightmare.

• he of course asks if you want to talk about it or call after you finish chatting with Xyx.

• and so you do after warning him that you probably look like a tired mess. and he tells you that he doesn't mind and that you're always beautiful. cheesy ass mf

• he means it though

• after the two of you finally move in together, the first few nights of sleeping in the same bed are met with a pleasant string of either no dream or good dreams.

• and then it wears off

• if its one that makes you twitch awake, he's already awake ready to comfort you.

• i imagine he's a light sleeper for obvious reasons and just that he's always been a naturally light sleeper in general.

• he always first gives a gentle sleepy "hey, you okay?" before opening his arms to engulf you in a cuddle and ask you if you wanna talk about it.

• it's worth noting he lets you initiate the cuddle. he never touches you more than he already was until you give verbal or nonverbal permission after you have a nightmare.

• if you dont wanna talk about it, then thats alright. you can just lay there in his arms and rest your head on his chest. listen to his heartbeat and trace his chest tattoo until you're lulled back to a hopefully dreamless sleep.

• if you do want to talk about it, he always listens intently while rubbing your back in calming circles or running his fingers through your hair

• if the nightmare has left you paranoid about the door being locked or the curtains on a particular window being closed, he has no issues with getting up to check for you or with you.

• he may not be a jealous or possessive lover, but he sure as hell is a protective one.

• so he'll do almost anything to help you feel safe.

• which includes holding your hand while the two of you go check the object of your paranoia.

• he knows the door is locked and the curtains are always drawn over the windows because he checks every night before going to bed out of habit, but he doesnt mind.

• all he ever wants is for you to feel safe. its no chore or bother to him

• COMPLETELY off topic, but if he were a dog, he'd absolutely be a livestock guardian dog breed. he just gives those vibes.

• if you feel insecure or embarrassed about it, he's ready to comfort you and let you know it really isnt silly or dumb

• he truly understands. the entire first two years he lived alone in his apartment after getting out of prison he regularly woke up from nightmares of his old gang finding him and would anxiously peak around corners to check the door and any windows thoroughly. several times.

• sometimes he still does get those nightmares.

• comfort cuddle party for when you both have a nightmare? absolutely.

• 4 am and you both cant sleep because of a bad dream? i guess its time for an early cozy breakfast.

• he'll have you sit on the counter while he cooks for you both.

• maybe it turns into you guys making out. i mean. nightmare or not, seeing that man cook in sweatpants with no shirt would have me on my knees.

• and in the comfort of your own shared home? a bit of intimacy after a rough night sure helps lift the mood

• he somehow doesn't burn the food. usually.

• if he does its only because you kept it going and distracted him far too much ;)

• and if you do have a nightmare and wake up without him waking up, its okay to cuddle closer to him.

• if he's facing away from you, he'll roll over, throw an arm around you, and softly kiss your head, whether or not he fully wakes up

• if it was a bad nightmare and you need more comfort than that, its okay to wake him up.

• he probably even told you to wake him up early on into living with him. he never wants you to have to deal with those feelings alone.

• this is also why if you guys have a dog, they'll have to be trained to sleep in their own dog bed in the room.

• anyone who owns a dog knows that they'll wake you up too many times at night if you're a light sleeper and sleep in your bed

• and with you and Quest waking up because of nightmares, yall need all the rest you can get.

• despite all this, you guys do rest well normally.

• most nights when you have minor nightmares you're mostly desensitized to, you just kinda roll over and scoot closer to Quest before falling back asleep.

• and he'll pull you closer and also quickly fall back asleep.

hope you other bitches on here with chronic nightmares enjoy hell yeah 😎 fuck it we ball

#blooming panic #blooming panic quest #bp quest #bloomic

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thikkiesixx · 2 years

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Eddie Munson Fic Recommendations

I have so many fics in my likes and i really just wanna share my favorite ones with you guys.

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** means smut, if it doesnt have ** before the summary, theres no smut.

Multipart Fics~ most are still ongoing

junie baby ~ summary: you’re a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. queue smiley face oatmeal, grossly misused power tools, desserts on the living room floor, a haircut, and an abundance of nerd metaphors. written by @luveline (i am so obsessed with this one it hurts, everything by this writer is so good.)

tear you apart ~ **summary: He knew every single button to push to piss you off. He was arrogant, obnoxious, and impossible. You were cold, unavailable - a nightmare. So why couldn’t you keep your hands off each other? written by @idiot-parade

seeing stars ~ **summary: A new girl with a mysterious air to her and a questionable past comes to Hawkins. She’s armed with a gauntlet of jewelry and the sharpest wit Eddie’s ever come across. After a chance encounter at a party, Eddie becomes a bit smitten with her. The problem is, she’s an unreadable brick wall when she’s sober. Will Eddie’s attentive persistence help him break down the walls she’s put up to protect herself from not getting hurt? Or will Eddie be the one who ends up with wounds to hide? A story about learning lessons the hard way when it comes to letting people in. Vulnerability and honesty will always be rewarded. Even if it doesn’t feel that way at first. written by @boogiewrites (personal fav, the smut is so good, and its so well written.)

take me on ~ summary: Your first day at Hawkins High sees you paired up on an English assignment with the apparently infamous Eddie Munson. With a heart still aching from the circumstances of your move, you eventually come to find that this unexpected partner of yours might be exactly what you’d been needing. written by @softmetalhead

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One-shots

move me, baby ~ **summary: Cheer tryouts are right around the corner. A wrench in his plans makes Eddie see you in a new light. He just hopes others haven’t noticed too. 6.7k words. written by @cryptidcasanova

do it yourself ~ ** summary: about how fucking sexy mechanic!eddie is and how he’d be a greasy mess and would either not want to get you dirty and have you do everything or he wouldn’t care and get you so so messy. 2.4k words. written by @maladaptive-day-dreams (im a whore for mechanic!eddie)

dumplin' ~ summary: : the stress of a new baby has your relationship at the worst it’s ever been, and eddie’s past childhood is worrying him sick about becoming a father. written by @rainylana

"looks like im going to prom" ~ **summary: he doesn’t want to go. he thinks you don’t either, until he catches you staring off into the distance with that look in your eye. written by @rainylana

"do you want to have sex" ~ **summary: after a long day of pointless arguments and a game of who has the biggest balls?, you find yourself face first into pillows and hands tied to a headboard. written by @rainylana (obviously i like this writer, good shit there)

so what is wrong with another sin ~ **summary: a random hookup at a bar that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about makes another appearance in your life in the most unexpected way. 6.4k. written by @augustslippedavvay

baby, when i think about you, i think about love ~ summary: you surprise eddie with tickets to see his favorite band live. 2.5k words. written by @augustslippedavvay

not alone tonight ~ summary: Life's weighing down on you more than it ever has before, but it's the middle of the night and there's only one person and revelation capable of easing your mind. 3.5k. written by @majestyeverlasting

downpour ~ summary: Eddie had been in love with you since the summer before freshman and came up with a perfect way to confess to you the summer after graduation. Too bad there's a rain storm coming. 3.5k words. written by @siempre-bucky

menace ~ summary: Telling a guy at a party that you have a boyfriend doesn't seem to deter him. Probably because that guy is your boyfriend and you're too drunk to realize. 4k words. written by @retrobutterflies

velvet kisses ~ summary: Your shitty job has you turning to your almost-boyfriend for help, making both of you admit the full extent of your feelings. 4k words. written by@ retrobutterflies

dead channels ~ summary: Eddie finds dead channels on a walkie-talkie to vent about his feelings and everything he goes through. One day, you happen to stumble upon his frequency. 11k words. written by @robiin-buckley

outloud ~ summary: When you and Robin pass notes in class about Eddie Munson, the teacher calls you both out for it, confiscating the notes. To make matters worse, she reads the notes out loud catching the attention of the very special freak. written by@ iheartyouyou

good boy ~ **summary: good boy: she’s the girl next door. eddie is the metalhead freak who’s just barely clearing his name after a whole town fiasco. opposites attract but certainly not like this, and certainly not in the back of eddie’s van. 7k words. written by @peterthepark

insatiable girl (pt 2 of good boy) ~ **summary: following the events of good boy, eddie finds himself conflicted about your relationship. when he catches a case of the jealousy bug, eddie just has to show you how much you actually mean to him. written by @peterthepark

wrapped around your finger ~ **summary: when you see something you weren’t supposed to jealously pays you a visit. eddie can’t believe what’s gotten into his usually quiet girlfriend, but he has no problem reminding you that he’s yours. 7k words. written by @lilacletter

new sensation ~ summary: The flirty friendship you’ve always had with roommate!Eddie is threatened when a game of spin the bottle gets a little out of hand. Bed sharing, mutual pining, light angst, fluff, everyone is 21+. 8.4k words. written by @darkdarkroom (roommate!eddie is my FAVORITE trope, hits every single time.)

thick with desire ~ **summary: When your boyfriend Eddie’s shirt doesn’t fit, you start to feel like you don’t deserve him. But Eddie is having none of it, not when he finally gets to see how beautiful you are. 7k words. written by @gothbitchshit

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i have so many more if anyone would be interested in another post like this, like i said, ive read HUNDREDS of them LMAO.

#eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfics

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puhpandas · 6 months

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things I consider canon to my flashlight duo universe:

gregory and Evan move in together when they're adults. evan runs to live with the fazbears as soon as he turns 18 and they go from there. whether it's college or just an apartment

gregory is what introduces Evan to drawing and he loves it. they both keep up with the hobby when they're older as well. gregory likes drawing comics and maybe becomes a graphic novelist and I think Evan would like painting

Evan eventually meets vanessa when hes about 14 and she becomes the older sibling he always wanted. he always felt intimidated by her idea because shes Gregory's actual biological sibling and Evan holds that to a high honor because he wants to be. but they get along and vanessa being there for Evan makes him feel like part of the family even more

Roxy and evan are close. roxy kinda takes Evan under her wing because although its not the same experience because roxy had a support system her whole life, she wants to help him through what she also went through. she helps him learn an outlet to control his emotions more to be more manageable and is a calm shoulder to lean on for evan.

in the event that the bite happens (it doesnt usually), I think after Evan heals and recovers he and bonnie would bond over their scars and bonnie would make him feel better about them

evan meets cassidy later on when hes mellowed out some. I dont think she would have liked him a lot before but when hes healed more and gotten better with his sensitivity they get along pretty good. I think cassidy wouldnt have many friends and probably be considered a troublemaker because of her anger issues and her lashing out and Evan uses what hes learned with his emotions to help her. I'll say they're both teens here

freddy and the other adults wanted nothing more than to march over to the Aftons and declare that they're taking Evan forever but they couldnt. I think that they wanted to actually go through a process of adoption and taking custody but that would have affected Michael too and I'm not sure if they thought it was worth it. especially when Evan says hes alright with the fact that things arent perfect and that he already practically spends his whole life there anyway with how he spends the night.

I imagine william isnt the best cook and Michael probably has other means of getting food on top of not minding eating frozen dinners. but I imagine Evan probably didn't like a lot of foods (hes a kid and also. neurodivergent) and didnt have many things he enjoyed. so I think chica saw this and introduced evan to different foods and tried to help him figure out what he likes so he can eat better and enjoy it at the same time

Gregory and Evan are avid claw machine players

off screen when they're not having a moment with eachother every 5 seconds they play games like roblox and minecraft since they're in the modern day. I think Gregory gave Evan one of his older phones that still worked since he didnt have his own (theres nothing wrong with it, just an older model and maybe a little slow) and he plays on that.

gregory will draw during sleepovers and then give it to Evan to color in. gregory always keeps them and hangs them up or puts them somewhere for safe keeping because Evan doesnt want something to happen to them at his house

gregory hates pickles and Evan loves them

evan is an avid sweater wearer and the Fazbears buy him more when he only has like 1 or 2 and his other clothes are starting to get too small. he keeps sweaters at Gregory's house because he basically lives there already

theres a movie night every saturday while everyone is available at the Fazbears

michael starts to lay off a bit after a little while (think a couple years) just because Evan isnt even around as much for him to terrorize. Michael doesn't like being at home either and since they dont see eachother as much bullying Evan isnt in his minds eye as often. it just doesnt come to mind to do as much at that point

because of genes and chica helping him eat good, evan grows to be taller than Michael

evan experiments with gender later in life as a young adult and is lowkey surprised to learn that Gregory has been transgender this whole time

evan develops huge holiday spirit and for the rest of his days loves to decorate and do holiday-ey things for the season

#i need to make a tag for all these things im saying about the au lol #pandas.txt #pandas talks #flashlight duo #flashlight duo modern au #gregory and evan #evan #gregory #the fazbears #the aftons #evan and cassidy #golden duo #flashlight duo au thoughts #<- there

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alienaiver · 2 months

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atsumu's nose scrunches up as he looks at the four images his recently-turned 12 year old niece has sent him on snapchat. it's pixelated pictures of a hatsune miku plushie (whom he knows, thank you very much) with various captions reading drink miku juice, panik atac 😳 a repeat of drink miku juice and then PANIk atAK 🥹. atsumu's not even sure he understands the gist, if there even is one and calls your name as he gets up from the couch to reach you in the bathroom.

you're barely out of the shower when he shoves his phone into your face, "what the hell's this suppos'd to mean?" he asks, eyebrows raised and voice laced in genuine confusion. you squint to get a look at the pink undertoned pictures and quickly gather where he's got it from. his niece is obsessed with hatsune miku and while her uncle respects it, encourages it with gifts even, he can't claim he knows whats going on, exactly. you smirk, "what, you dont get it?"

"hah?" he can barely contain the snarl before he pulls his phone back to get another look, to find the hidden meaning. you carefully start drying yourself off with a shrug, "its okay if youve gotten old, 'tsumu."

the sentence is barely out of your mouth before his eyes are widening and he goes straight to speed dial; you know who hes calling.

being an athlete in your early 30's isnt easy or forgiving and the age complex has hit your husband particularly hard; it doesnt help that his brother, his twin, betrayed him by getting a daughter when they were much younger, letting him feel age that much more clearly watching her grow up. miya osamu the betrayer, is his contact name on atsumu's phone.

the phone barely rings twice before hes storming back into the living room, voice vivid as he barely greets the man on the other end, "'samu! please tell me we're not old yet!"

you let out a snort as you finish up your routine in the bathroom and get into comfortable pajamas for the evening. the bickering of the brothers are heard no matter where in the apartment you situate yourself, "well if I'M old, yer old, too!" you hear him yell with a groan, trying to explain the concept of memes and how they, in his humble opinion, needs to make some goddamn sense.

you cant admit to him now that the meme didnt mean much to you either, that its probably meant to be a little nonsensical and how the trends of his teen memes versus the teen's memes now are vastly different. it'd just hit his complex more and youre not sure neither you nor osamu is ready to deal with that kind of blow.

you enter the living room to find him sprawled on the chaiselong, hugging one of the throw pillows. you come from behind and let your hands travel from his arm and around his chest before grabbing onto his jaw to make him look at you, "'tsumu, you can just reply the misspelling of the word panic back, and call it a day. she won't know you didnt get it."

he theatrically sniffles with raised shoulders and all before he looks at you, "you sure she wont see through me?"

you hold back a grin as you lean down to kiss his cheek, "i promise. she doesnt think of you as old if shes sending you those memes, y'know? fake it 'til you make it or whatever, right?"

atsumu leans up to reel another kiss out of you, and you happily comply. its not fun to see your husband genuinely distressed but you can never really hold back from teasing him. hes got to get over his complex anyway and luckily, you and his twin are masters in calming him back down. he sighs and you cant help but think he looks a little pathetic and sweet as he picks up his phone to open the chat, "so i just write 'PANIK' in bold letters?"

you nod as you hum, massaging the back of his head, "youll sound young and cool if you do that." you reassure with a small smile playing on your lips. you feel him puff out his chest, "well. i am young and cool, so of course shes sending me all the most fire memes, right? because i'm hip."

you laugh this time, throwing your head back before you look at him with so much love in your eyes, "yes, the hippest husband in town. now go clean up after dinner like you promised you'd do while i showered."

#THIS WAS RUMMAGING. ROTATING. WRITTEN IN TEN MINUTES SO SORRY FOR ANY MOSTAKES #also generally sorry for my general inactivity convention preps taking it out on me!!!#atsumu miya fluff #haikyuu fluff #nohr.hq #nohr.writing #SORRY IDK THE WORD COUNT RN I WROTE IT DIRECTLY ON THE APP FORGIVE ME 😭🙏🏼

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mylarena · 1 year

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hey i was writing a whole post/drabble type thing abt it (as i do) but i havent worked on it in a bit.

anyways. soap who can cook very well but cannot bake, and ghost who can bake very well but cannot cook.

the scenario is soap trying to bake for his ma or something but he keeps burning it to hell and ghost, a neighbor in the apartment building, is sick and tired of all the fucking noise soap is making at 4 in the fucking morning. so one day when theres a particularly loud ruckus and theres a fucking smoke alarm going off, he decides that hes going to put a fucking end to it. so he gets up, stalks his way to soaps door, and knocks.

when soap opens the door smoke floods out and he looks bedraggled and covered in flour. ghost, unprepared for this particular scenario, just stares at him for a second.

"kin ah fuckin' help ye?"

"..."

"look, if ye don't have-"

and ghost just points behind him where something has visibly caught on fire in the kitchen.

"your kitchen is on fire."

"AH SHITE-"

and soap proceeds to rush to the kitchen. and ghost fidgets for a second but then the fire fucking flares and hes kicked into Fucking Fix This mode and very efficiently and quickly puts out the fire. he also takes the muffins out of the oven. theyre both charred and still liquid in the middle, which hes not entirely sure is physically possible.

soap thanks him but ghost just fucking. goes "stop being so fuckin loud."

and soap just

"im baking!"

"baking?"

"aye, the muffins!"

"those arent fucking muffins, mate. those arent even fucking edible."

and soap flips his shit and eventually it ends up with him saying 'you do better, then!' and ghost is like. i dont have to prove shit to you. which soap immediately takes as him being a coward about it.

after arguing for a bit, ghost leaves. and goes back home. and he reeks of smoke.

so he tries to wash the smell away, gets ready for work, and goes about his day. but he cant get that stupid fucking scot off his mind. and his dumb challenge. so he finally gives in and makes some fucking muffins and sets them on a plate im front of soaps door with a note that just has a little skull doodle on it or smth. and the next night theres another racket and ghost gets up and goes back to soaps place to find him in a similar situation to before except this time hes covered in batter.

ghost is like. what the FUCK are you even doing???

and soap says he was inspired to try making muffins again. he doesnt say it was because of ghosts bomb ass muffins and ghost doesnt realize it either but that's what it was.

this continues for a few more times until soap demands he teach him how to bake and ghost refuses.

but he gives in after soap actually fucking burns his arm pretty badly and he had to treat his arm.

ghost decides that soap is too fucking dangerous to be left alone to bake by himself. so he says he'll teach him but he Has to listen to all his instructions and cant fuck around.

soap agrees.

but soap is also a horrible student. he gets too distracted listening to ghosts voice instead of listening to what hes actually saying.

eventually after several sessions soap makes something edible. and hes fucking ecstatic. ghost is proud of him but he doesnt say that, just something about them not sending him to the ER. but soap can see it in his eyes and the slight crinkle by his eyes, knowing hes smiling at least a bit underneath that facemask he always wears.

at some point ghost wakes up and opens his door and sitting in front of it is the same plate he gave to soap, with homemade muffins sitting on it once again. the note on the page has a smiley face and a little soap bar doodled on it. ghost eats the muffins and theyre probably someone the best hes eaten- not for the taste, but for the fact that theyre made by johnny.

btw at some point soap finds out that ghost has been living on ramen and takeout for all of his life and that he cant fucking cook. so he starts teaching him how.

#myposting #soaptag #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #soap/ghost #ghost/soap #myaus

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slightly-depressed-sloth · 11 months

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Little fandom vent; sometimes I get annoyed at the way fandom reduces Damian down to stabby child who only cares about himself and does murder. Like yeah while I get fandom almost always reduces characters down to their funniest or snappiest traits Damian's just doesn't make sense.

Like his whole character is about how much he DOESNT want to be those things.

Damian cares so so so much about other people he just struggles to express it bc it takes a lot for him to trust someone enough to believe they're not going to pull the rug out from under him or betray him somehow. If he didn't care about other people he wouldn't have spent months trying to find Martha's pearls in the sewer, risking his life bc there was a bounty on his head at this point and further ruining his image with Bruce (who thought Damian was just sneaking off and putting himself in danger). He wouldn't have denounced the league and everything he knew to protect a man he'd met less than a year ago. He wouldn't have purposely failed a timed test as Robin to get across the city as fast as possible (a test that would've allowed him to go out alone as Robin and given him more independence one of things Damian values very highly) instead he went over the allowed time by more than 10 hours BC he helped old women with their shopping and walked women home after they were robbed and he sat with a man he saw crying in his apartment for more than 2 hours just having tea with him. I could go on and on about all the genuinely kind things he does bc Damian's empathy and kindness is one of his defining traits actually.

And yeah he used to kill people and he was more prone to violence than the other Robins but he was literally raised in an environment where his worth and by proxy his survival was tied to how well he did murder. I'm pretty sure if you raised any child in an environment where since they were born they were rewarded for killing and violence but punished for showing mercy and told them that it's for the greater good, that they're special and that there's nothing wrong with killing if the ends justify the means they'd end up the same.

Not to mention Damian fights so hard to not be violent bc he doesn't want to be, the people Damian admires most in the world (Dick and Jon) both based their entire personality around Superman (also it's confirmed Supes is his fav justice Leaguer in supersons). Damian wants to be like them so bad and wants to be kind and outgoing and as pacifist as you can get as a vigilante. Damian struggles so much to be that person but it's not as easy as just stopping when you've been conditioned your whole life that killing is the right move and that your worth as a person and the love of those around is dependent on you doing it. He literally keeps a sketch book where he just draws out all the intrusive violent thoughts he gets while fighting villains to get the anger and compulsion out so that he DOESN'T do those things. And Damian feels immensely guilty about all of his past murders which is shown over and over. When he kills no-body (an action he did to protect Bruce) he asks Bruce afterwards how he's supposed to make amends, how he's supposed to live with it.

Which leads me onto the other thing (and hopefully the last cause wow this is getting long) even Damian at his absolute worst only performs extreme violence out of either self defense or logic to him. He doesn't do it out of maliciousness (or at least that isn't the motivating factor). His worst actions were probably in his introduction where he 1) He accosted Alfred and stole the key to exit the batcave 2) Decapitated a villian 3) Attacked Tim

So let's get background on these events from Damian's pov. Damian has never been told who his father is and has to duel his mother every year on his birthday for the chance to find out. And then on his 10th birthday he wins and then that same night he's taken on a plane to go live with this man who he's told about on the plane ride over, then his first impression of him is Bruce fighting a bunch of manbats. His mother says she's leaving him with him indefinitely not telling him when she'll be back. And then this man who he only found out about hours beforehand takes him on another plane to a foreign country where he knows no-one and he finds out his father has other children as well. He's then locked in a small room adjoining a fucking cave full of weapons and told virtually nothing with no-one really talking to him except for them telling him that oh yeah everyone you know and trust is evil and your whole world view is wrong. And then when he yells at Bruce and has what's honestly best described as a temper tantrum (BC oh yeah he was literally 9 years old until a couple hours ago) Bruce in a bid to try and control his anger (since he's not sure how dangerous he is yet) uses league tactics on Damian telling him that he's dishonouring those who taught him. So the literal child whose spent his 10th birthday being flown around the globe to be a dumped in a foreign country with a man he's never met and only knows is a good fighter with a family consisting of an unknown amount of other allies who are similarly trained and then was locked in a room after being told his whole life is a lie might be forgiven for latching onto the only familiar thing here and going 'oh! Now I know how this works'

With the knowledge that Damian definitely decided from this conversation that the bats operate the same as the league it's pretty clear his reasoning is

1) Accosting Alfred and and stealing the key - a) I don't think you'd wanna be locked in a space by a bunch of strangers either no matter how nice the space is b) he probably assumed it was a challenge to see whether he was able to break out and a way they were testing his worth/ability

2) Decapitated a villian - once again assuming this is a test and trying to prove his worth/help his father in the mission to stop crime he was just told about

3) attacked Tim - a) Damian assumes that since Tim is home that he must be the current favourite and it's already known that in the league the way you replace someone is by killing them thus proving you were better than them. B) in the league if you were not the favourite/the best you were disposable c) the only way Damian knows how to earn/receive love is by performing violence, it's pretty reasonable that a 10 year old would try to go above and beyond to earn their new father's love (especially for a child like Damian whose always looking for that unconditional love he's been denied)

From Damian's perspective here he's being the best son anyone could want, he's doing the most past the point he'd be expected to and only being met with anger and disgust. Not to mention that from his view he's literally ensuring his safety since once again in the league Damian was one of the only people whose safety was ensured by proxy of him being the heir/favourite, we literally see them kill other leaguers as part of training.

Like this isn't to excuse what he did or say it's right but it is to point out that it WAS right from Damian's point of view and that he doesn't do what he does out of malice or blood thirst he's just a small child who quite literally didn't know any better.

(also him being mean is similarly a self defense thing, it's fairly common in abused kids. It's the logic of you can't hurt me if I hurt you first/you can't hurt me if I don't let you get close enough)

#damian wayne #honestly i feel like most ppl have only ever read his introduction and it shows #so while we're here read his run with Dick's batman and also born to kill #also supersons and gotham academy bc omg wholesome #batfamily #batfam #fandom #fandom analysis #meta #slightlyslothspeaks #dc #dc robin #damian al ghul #tbh too damians canon personality is already pique comedy without just making him a murder baby #boy is literally just a tsundere #like no he wont say outright that he likes maps and hanging out with her #but he will set up an entire scavenger hunt and detective game AS ROBIN to gift her a first edition D&D book #i think what im trying to say here is just that Damian's main love language is gift giving and acts of service

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