#only if cus she likes free food. :'

[jadeddangel]

Feel free to ignore this request if you want! But basically Adam and reader being pretty good friends who are casual with each other, have a similar sense of humor and personality, reader is a older sibling figure to many of the other angels, and him just beginning to actually gain feelings for them

Eeee I'm so excited!! Thank you for requesting!!

Adam x reader

"Can't believe I'm falling in love with such a cocky bitch"

You and Adam knew eachother since the beginning of time, and having known eachother that long you started to rub off on eachother. You both had similar humor and jokes the only difference was, was that you knew how to act politely, Adam did not.

You worked as a welcoming angel for new souls and angels of the like, showing them around and getting them set up in a home was just one of your many jobs. You worked closely with percious but you didn't like him, he was kind of a cunt when he wasn't around other people. You were on your lunch break sitting at a high table on a chair swinging your legs happily, you had gotten a milkshake and some fries. Adam snuck up behind you grabbing your sides suddenly, "hah! gotcha bitch!" Adam laughed. You had went to hit him at first but started laughing with him when you realized who it was, "adam!! You bitch come sit! I haven't seen you all week bro" you pointed to the seat across from you.

You couldn't even remember who had started the tradition of sneaking up on each other, but it just stuck, and Adam never failed to sneak up on you. Adam and you talked about your week together making small jokes as you ended up sharing your fries and milkshake with him. "And then she's over here hitting on the drummer, like, you think you want drummer dick? Nah, do you know who I am? I'm fucking Adam, I'm the original dick!" Adam recited the story to you as you started snort laughing. "Well it can't be that good if she wanted drummer dick!" You said between laughing as you hit your thigh loosing your shit over your own joke. "Hey!! My dick is fine thank you very much!" Adam huffed defensively before joining in your laughter. It took you both forever to catch your breath and stop.

Adam grabbed the last fry and ate it "Alright sugartits I've gotta go danger tits is waiting for me, but hey! I'll swing by your place with some Chinese food. Sound good?" Adam looked at you with hopeful eyes. You chuckled "sure thing dickmaster I'll see ya then" you said playfully giving him a sweet smile. Adam went to get you a hug but paused and patted you on the head awkwardly instead before speeding off to go find lute.

You were a bit confused but expected it from Adam, well atleast you were learning to Adam had been acting weird.. you thought that it would be all fixed up after mating week, but he was still just as weird as before.

You ended up getting an early day off since Emily took over welcoming souls for a bit to help. "Calm her energy down." In Sera's words, at least. You picked up your place, finally dishes and other chores you were behind on. You got a movie picked for tonight and some beer and sodas for you and Adam.

Adam finally came by your place after dark with a bag of Chinese food and a bag of clothes for him to change into assuming he was staying over. Adam knocked on the door rhythmically as he waited, you opened the door after a moment or so in some sleep shorts and one of Adam's band t-shirts(I keep forgetting Adam has a band bro).

"Woah, is that Adam without lute on his shoulder like a little parrot?" You teased letting the man in. Adam took his helmet off and rolled his eyes, "I'm not bringing my second in command to your house to hang out." Now that that was weird, Adam never responded that way to that joke, "bro, you good? What happened that got you all pissy? Are you on your man period or sum?" You asked concerned but still trying to make it a joke. Adam sighed "nah just a lot on my mind. There's this chick -" "ooooo does the Adam have a crush?" Who's the lucky bitch huh? " You cut him off plopping on your couch and turning your head so Adam could change(like you weren't just watching him in the reflection of the tv). Adam sighed and got changed into comfy clothes, "yea it's fucking weird though I mean she wouldn't leave my mind during mating week and ugh I get so awkward around her" Adam groaned laying on the couch with his head in you thighs. "Shit Adam do you actually like this chick? Or do you just wanna fuck her? Orrrr was the pussy that good that you want more?" You teased playing with Adam's hair carefully. Adam shook his head "I think I like her I mean I've known her for awhile and she just gets me yknow?" Adam said tilting his head a bit to look at you before changing his mind and grabbing the remote looking through Aisney(angel disney) and putting on the live action of "the jungle dude" (the jungle book).

You took a moment to think, it hurt, the thought of Adam falling in love with someone else after sharing so much. "Just think about your heart before you brain Adam, think about your feelings, maybe you should tell her I mean it can't hurt too bad, and I mean if your friends I'm sure she feels the same... and you guys can just be together, yknow.." You slowly got quieter and quieter, feeling like if you were any louder, you were gonna cry your eyes out.

Adam nodded a bit. "What would you do in my situation?" Adam asked under his breath, yet you still heard him. You took a deep breath "Adam I...." Your words got caught in your throat as you looked down at him looking guilty. Adam tilted his head to look at you confused at the look. "What's with the look sugar tits? You look like I'm about to cry, did I say sum?" Adam asked genuinely concerned for you. It made your heart melt knowing he cared for you so much, it made your heart melt so much in fact that before your brain registered what you were doing you had leaned down and trapped his lips in a kiss. The angle wasn't comfortable, and your spine was bent weird, but God was it worth it, feeling how soft his lips were. Adam froze for a moment before melting into it, licking along your bottom lip, teasing you a bit. After a moment of you both continuing to kiss each other, you both pulled away for air a small string of salive connecting you and breaking after you moved too far away. You were panting a bit but didn't go too far from his face. "That's what I'd do.. " you whispered softly, your lips barely brushing against Adam's. Adam reached up and put a had on your cheek "you wanna know something sugar tits? I think I would do the same.." Adam smiled as he locked your lips together in a passionate kiss pulling away after a few moments.

Adam smiled and sat up next to you , allowing you to straighten your back properly. Adam chuckled " awwe you hunched just to kiss me sugar tits? I'm honored" Adam joked. You rolled your eyes "yea yea whatever dickmaster now do you wanna cuddle up and eat while we watch a movie or do we wanna talk about what well we are first?" You tilted you head a bit. Adam was already reaching for the bag when you brought it up. "What do you mean what we are? I thought that kiss established it, I'm yours and your mine" Adam spoke almost boredly. You could feel the blush creep up on your face " your gonna be one heck of a boyfriend " you laughed.

The rest of the evening was relaxed as you cuddled and ate together. Before falling asleep together on your couch, hoping everything would be perfect with you both together

#hazbin hotel adam #x reader #hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel #confession #adam x reader confession #jaded works🪶

[pxtched]

ok so this head has been rotting in my head and i think its time to let it free.

so pirate!miguel stumbles on siren!reader's territory by accident bc his ship got wrecked and he was sorta the only left of his crew (u can change that if u want ofc) and siren!reader saves him cus she wants to know if any other man is gonna come so she can prepare herself for a future attack. he wakes up by mouth to mouth but he doesnt realise until siren!reader herself says something about it. the rest you can decide.

i love ur fics sm! stay hydrated!<33

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

╰ Pirate!miguel x Fem!siren!reader.

╰ angst, death, slowly gaining trust then immediate betrayal, (not really…)

AN: this is so short I’m SO SORRY, thank you for letting it free!! Thank you for requesting and hope this is to your liking!

Miguel ohara.

That was a name that was well known, feared, and one of the strongest captains and have one of the most strongest crew in the sea. Get attacked by him? You’re dead, you aren’t making it out alive.

He’s listening to his crew mate talks about sirens, saying how they are worth a lot and they should go hunting for one! Miguel instantly rejected the idea, saying it’s a waste of time.

Miguel never really believed in sirens, he thought it was some tale to scare kids and to make pirates like him search endlessly for them.

“Awh c’mon!” “No Peter, It’s just a waste of time and resources.” “You are like probably the only captain that dosent believe in sirens” “Because I’m not stupid.”

He remembers helping another crew hunt a siren but never even saw it, nor heard it. Miguel scoffed at the fact he wasted his time helping someone hunt for something that probably wasn’t even real.

But now? He believes, he saw one. He even looked at one. Talked to one.

Miguel felt like he had a fever dream, he doesn’t know how to put it into words that what happened in that day was real and not some random dream.

He’s not even on his ship anymore, not his crew, just some random people. He dosent know what happened to his crew mates but just assumed the worst.

It happened so suddenly, He was sailing on the ocean on his ship with his crew mates. Laughing and just having fun. When he least expected it, the tides got rough, the waves got higher and it was stormy too.

The last thing he saw before passing out was a massive wave, All he remembers is feeling the impact and then black.

His ship wrecked god knows where, His crew mates most likely dead sinking down in the same ocean but different area than Miguel. Miguel was drowning alone.

Until you saw him, You noticed him sinking down. Your first thought was free food but then you realized who he is. He’s a pirate. The same ones who try’s to hunt your kind. You scowl at this discovery but you soon realized he’s alone, his ship is gone too.

You could get information if there’s any attacks coming, their weaknesses and then kill him.

So, you save him. Grabbing his body, stopping him from dying and throwing him on the shore. you look at his body, you recognize that symbol that’s on his chest...your eyes widened, you grit your teeth as the grip on him tightened.

This was the Captain that helped that crew hunt your kind. Yeah, you are going to kill this man afterwards.

You give him CPR, isn’t working. So you give him mouth to mouth. Soon enough he’s awake sitting up immediately, coughing up some water. He looks at you, looks around. He’s at some random island as some lady saved him.

“What do you want from me? Is there anyone else coming? Is there going to be future attacks I don’t know about?” You immediately question him.

He looks at you once again in confusion and opens his mouth to answer but his mouth closed then his jaw went slack as his eyes widened in horror as he realizes that you aren’t a human but a siren.

He frantically searches for his cutlass but you hold it in front of him “looking for this?” You say as you toss it in the water. He looks at it sink I the water then looks back at you in fear but regain his composure.

“I don’t mean any harm, I didn’t even know—“ you scoffed, not believing his words “Oh cut the bullshit, answer my questions now.” You demanded him.

You get closer to him narrowing your eyes at him as he backs up “Is there going to be any men attacking me? Is there going to be people trying to hunt me down?” You questioned him once again.

“I’m being truthful, I don’t know. I didn’t hear anything about people looking for you. I don’t mean harm, You can see that my crew mates are not here most likely dead. My ship is wrecked. So please trust me.” He pleads, you glare at him and backed off.

“Why would i ever believe a pirate Like you?” You sneered at him, and he sighed “Please, I’m alone. You have my word.” He pleads once again. You look at him trying to see if he’s trying to trick you but you don’t see any malice in his eyes.

You decided to trust him, you felt bad for him. And you especially know how it is to be alone so, you just nodded and point your head to the island “There’s some food there, You Can stay” you tell him and you swam away in the water.

He smiled and began to explore the island, trying to see what he can work with for the time being. He can deal with this, He is a bit shaken up that he just talked to a siren.

As time went by, you guys respected your guys space. Staying away from eachother…which was actually you avoiding him because you still hated him.

But after a couple of days, you talked to him more. Making short and awkward small talks but it’s something!

Now Miguel sits at the shore, looking at the water as he searches for you. He notices your eyes staring at him back and he’s a bit startled but he offers his hand to you, you swim up to him and take his hand.

“Yes?” You say, tilting your head. He smiled at you and puts an apple in your hand “Here, I don’t really know what you eat and i don’t want you to still hate me” you eyes widened at his kindness.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit “you don’t do your research?” You say as you take a bite of the apple, usually you’ll just eat whatever is in the sea or sailors but sometimes an apple wouldn’t hurt.

He shakes his head “No, I don’t focus on stuff like that. I just focus on where I’m going, why, and the safety.” He admits honestly, you raise and eyebrow at him being a bit skeptical of him.

“You were there helping another pirate hunt my kind” you pointed out and he sighed “you think I wanted too? It was a waste of my time and my resources. Even after that I didn’t believe”

You smile. Maybe he isn’t half bad “Realized I never got your name, What is your name?” You asked him.

He smiles, knowing he’s getting on good terms with you “Miguel, Miguel ohara” and he offered you a handshake, you give him a handshake.

“you aren’t that bad Miguel, I thought you were going to kill me or send men my way” you joked and he shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t either way, why would i crash my ship risk my teammates life and my own! just for a chance to get you?” He asks and you thought about it. Huh, he was right. “Dunno, people are desperate.” You shrugged and he laughed.

“True, true. I see pirates fight all the time and I don’t get why!” He says while eating some berrys, You didn’t even notice but he was halfway in the water. “So, how’s the pirate life been?” You asked him.

“It’s…Something alright, it’s always shocking something. Everyday is an adventure and I…had my crew mates with me, it was fun and I miss it. I miss their laughter, and…everything.” he tells you. His shoulders dropped as he has a frown on his face.

You feel bad for him, you understand how that feels to be left alone. To miss home, to miss everyone and everything.

You put a hand on his shoulder and then loved it up to his cheek for him to look at you.

“Hey, It’s okay. I understand where your coming from. Trust me, I know how it feels to be alone. I didn’t live here always, I was with my family, my friends but then…they came. I seen all of my family die in front of my eyes.” You looked away, You didn’t like going back to this memory but you told him anyways.

“I tried to stop them but 3 ships was there. I couldn’t do anything, so I swam away as fast as I can. And that’s how I got here” you confessed to him.

It was silence for a few moments but then he apologized “I’m sorry that happened, but hey! You got me now” he says with a smile, picking the mood back up. you laughed, You Can Finally trust him.

But that thought quickly goes away, you hear the familiar sounds of a pirate ship. Your smile dropped. There was multiple, he lied to you.

His eyes widened in horror as your widened as well. You back away from him, looking at him with disgust and betrayal. You turn around to the ships and you noticed that they are aiming their pistols at you, their cannons as well.

He desperately pleads that he didn’t do this, that he didn’t know but you glared at him. You’re in disbelief that you actually gave him the benefit of the doubt and trust him.

As much as you want to attack him, You safety matters first. So you swim away deep in the water as Miguel watches, as he hears his name being called from the people above.

A/N2: im so sorry this took so long

#𝑷𝑿𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺. #miguel o'hara #spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara angst #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x you #atsv miguel #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n

[abbywifyforlifey]

Abby Anderson gf Headcannos <3

(Girls, gays and them they's only) :))

Sfw ♡

-gives amazing messages, she will have you laying flat on the bed while she slowly messages any knots in your back and shoulder.

-LOVES SPOONING, big spoon or little spoon, just as long as she is close to you she doesn't care (she secretly loves being the little spoon)

-makes sure you look after yourself (especially if you struggle with remembering to do things) constantly reminding you to drink water, eat food, shower, brush your teeth ect

- abby loves board games and will always invite you and the salt Lake crew to play with her. Will help you when your one of the last people in a round of Uno (cus she already won)

-will literary carry everywhere, like one minute you will be yapping with mel and then all of a sudden, all that's heard across the wlf cafeteria is "Abigail Anderson put me down right now"!!

-if you guys argue, she will try her best to stay calm (whether it was her fault or not), once you guys have had space she will talk with you about what happened and apologize (if she needs to)

-never, AND I MEAN NEVER, wants to be away from you for too long. She will beg Issac to be on patrol with you.

Nsfw ✩

-when it comes to the bedroom, she is really passionate (will always ask for consent)

-LOVES to fuck you missionary while watching your face twist up in pleasure

- leaves bruises, hickeys and bite marks all over your body

-at first she is really giggly when making out but when she gains her confidence, she will leave you both panting when you pull away

-rubs at your scalp while your in between her thighs, moaning and squirming while telling you how much she loves you

-as much she can get in the moment, abby is one of clumsy girls you know.

-she'll be on top of you with her strap deep in your cunt, then she will accidentally lose balance and fall on top of you.

-when you guys are making out you sometimes think to yourself "is this a wrestling match or a making out session?

-bumping you into furniture or into the corners of tables while trying to take your clothes off. "Abby slow down" almost giving you whiplash while carrying and throwing you onto the bed

-pleasure is something she always felt uncomfortable feeling with others but after being with you, she slowly started to prioritize her pleasure as well as yours

-telling you what feels good and what doesn't, how she likes something. (Still needs constant reassuring but you don't mind)

-aftercare is simple but cute, will cuddle with you while teasing you and giggling with you in bed.

She loves you very much and wouldn't give you up for the world

From the river to the sea Palestine will be free 🇵🇸

#abby anderson #tlou x reader #tlou2 #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson smut #Spotify

[02chois]

05. POINT OF VIEW

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

word count: 883 + texts

summary: friends— that's all what you guys are, yet why does he brush your hair so fondly? why does he holds your hand as you walk home? And you don't even like each other that much. wait, fuck, maybe you do? does he though? you have to find out someway or another.

content: uses "girl" to address you

note: got a lil angsty here cus yn's longing for tyun :(

PREVIOUS / MASTERLIST / NEXT

From his point of view you're nothing more than a best friend. He loves you, platonically.

It started all the way back from middle school and you were but a little girl minding her own, quietly fixing your colored pencils in the box where they all belong. Then, all of a sudden, he walked up to you and stood in front of your desk.

He asked if he could borrow your colored pencils and you let him, however, days passed and you haven't gotten your colored pencils back. And days became weeks, months, until finally half a year had passed— Taehyun came up to you by your locker holding a pink box that was surprisingly still intact.

"I might've forgotten to give this back to you," he gave you a small smile, "but I promise they're all in good condition. I took good care of them."

Your lips formed into a pout, closing your locker after use. "I'm surprised you still remembered," you took the box of colored pencils from his hand.

"Eh, it's nothing. But as an apology, I'll buy you lunch? And I promise I only used your colored pencils once. I just forgot about it." He reassured you. And just like that you believed his words.

"Free food, how could I say no to that?"

Those colored pencils became the reason you bonded, the bridge to your ongoing friendship, and possibly will continue until later in your lives. But how come you've been so unsatisfied? You watched him get into several relationships, and as he dated you started to doubt yourself. Are you not enough for him? Why does he not see you the way he sees those girls? What's wrong with you? How can you change the way he sees you?

It's stupid. You're stupid. He changed your point of view and all of sudden your name becomes beautiful when spoken by him. And as you think of the possibilities of alternate realities, you cannot help but wonder, if maybe, just maybe, in a different universe, he would finally choose you. He makes you think of such things. But you couldn't help yourself. How can you not fall in love with him? He's everything you want.

Thud.

The excruciating sound of books falling from a desk snapped you out of your reverie.

And as if the universe was playing with you, he was right there in front of you. Every time you see him, you can't help but smile, and this time is no exception.

"You alright? I was looking everywhere for you and the library was my last resort." Taehyun kneeled down and picked up the books that fell from your table, then he carefully placed them back where they wouldn't get knocked down.

"Yeah, I was just thinking… and I'm a little sleepy."

He frowned, taking a glance at his watch. "The library closes in ten minutes. It's almost nine in the evening. How long have you been studying?"

Damn. Has it been that long? Time felt like it wasn't moving when you were reading and rewriting notes, but then again your mind wandered and eventually you fell asleep. You lift your head to look at him, confusion written across your face.

"I'm not sure. I didn't really look at the time, and got too busy with reading." You stood and gathered your things, placing them back all inside your bag.

Taehyun watched you, the shuffling of your clothes and paper filled the area. And he was right, the library was already empty. The librarian was the only person left aside from you and it looks like she was only waiting for you to leave before closing.

Taehyun took your bag from you and slung it over his shoulder, and before you could complain he shook his head. "You look awfully tired. This is the least I could do for you, so don't complain." He smiled.

These little things he does for you is one of the many things why you like him. Although, some people will tell you that it's the bare minimum. And honestly? You don't really care what they say because it's from him— Kang Taehyun. You wouldn't get affected if he were just some other dude trying to hit on you.

And watching him drive you home at this hour only made it difficult for you to control your feelings. He looked so… boyfriend— for the lack of a better term.

And as the car came to a stop by the red light, the dim glow of the street lamp delicately framed his face— you couldn't help but stare. His fair skin was visible only slightly from the opened collar of his buttoned shirt, his cardigan was uneven though you find it cute. Delicate strands of silver toppled over his forehead, his dark brows knitted together in deep concentration.

And it got you thinking, but you wouldn't risk it. You're not going to ruin the friendship you have for the past few years because of your silly little feelings for him, you'd rather have him stay with you like this than watch him distance himself away from you.

From your point of view he's everything you want. You love him so, so much. Your little crush on him from middle school wasn't just puppy love.

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#taehyun smau #taehyun socmed au #taehyun x reader #txt smau #txt socmed au #txt x reader #taehyun scenarios #taehyun imagines #txt scenarios #txt imagines #kpop smau #kpop socmed au

[finneysbaseball]

headcanons of being on your period and how i think the ghost boys would react

(im on my period rn so this might be self projecting)

literally supposed to be cleaning cus I'm getting a new bed today but like

finney blake

now ik this boy would be so sweet

but so clueless

he had a mom but she didn't teach him anything about this stuff

he did research about it because gwen has her period

and he does the best he can

now he will get you pads, but he'd probably have gwen actually buy them.

he would rub your stomach if you asked

he'd let you cry on his shoulder if your pains get too bad (me rn bro)

he would be so scared of u

like you're mood swings

he'd be hiding from u bro

thats it's for my lil anxiety filled boy

robin arellano

ok for robin

he'd be so nice about it

like if u bleed on his bed? its ok! he'll get new sheets it wasn't your fault

he would def get u pads

he dont gaf whos looking

he'd be like "tf u looking at🤨" if someone even questions him

he'd lay with u in bed all day<3

and he'd lend u his jacket if u bled thru your pants

and if someone sees the leak and says someone about it?

oh god just pray for them

bruce yamada

IM LITERALLY GONNA AHHHH

this man would be sooo nice about it

likeee

he'd def go out of his way to get you everything you need

a new heating pad? done.

candy? snacks? drinks? also done.

pads? tampons? already had some in his personal bathroom for you.

wanna cuddle all day doing nothing?

UH YES

if someone said something ab you being moody he'd cuss them out

like this boy is nice

like even nice to ppl he doesn't like.

but if someone is being mean to you?

he is not taking that bro

also he'd be so nice ab your mood swings

vance hopper

ok first things first.

i hc that he has only sisters.

no boys just all girls and then him

maybe ab like 4 sisters yk

and he is absolutely a mamas boy

u cannot tell me other wise

and since he has 4 sisters he knows alot about this stuff.

know, i dont particularly think he would go out to get u pads unless he absolutely has too

and since he has 4 sisters who all have their periods (expect his youngest sister who is 6)

they would be stocked up on feminine hygiene

and his sisters would LOVEE YOUUU

you'd cuddle in his room

ok so mood swings

yk he has a temper so you would be arguing bro

his sisters would be like "🍿🍿"

while you 2 we're arguing

yk i think it would be bickering

not like "oh i hate u arguing"

like old married couple arguing

billy showalter

now i don't know much about him so pls bear with me

he wouldn't be over nervous but he wouldn't be that calm either?

you and him would go to the store and get all that you needed, his mom took you both

know imo i think he'd be just a tad embarrassed to be seen getting pads?

idk

he'd still be sweet about it

he'd make you any kind of food (well his mom but yk he poured your drink give him cred)

and then you'd both go into his room and cuddle while he read a book to you:)

ok thats it my lovelys i hope u enjoyed!

also feel free to send me headcanon requests i love making these when i have time!

#finney blake #robin arellano #bruce yamada #vance hopper #the black phone #brady hepner #tbp #gwen blake #billy showalter #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #bruce yamada x reader #vance hopper x reader

[granulesofsand]

Daily Deterrents: Escape Programs

We’ve been in a position to take notes on our symptoms, which we weren’t at the start of last semester. It gives us the chance to talk about some of the programs we’ve encountered, which are triggered by ‘escaping’ (they know where we are and show up as they like, but our brain didn’t get the memo).

This is a non-exhaustive list, and we’re only going in depth about the ones we’ve had success undoing. We will include some potential cues. Please consider whether you’re prepared to proceed.

You’re free: a wandering program that resembles dissociative fugue. Upon realizing we have been left alone for longer than our set limit, an alter fronts who has been taught to walk along the nearest road. The particular set of directions may have been from one group property to another, but the roads around here don’t have so many intersections to turn at. A word and gesture can also trigger this program.

This was taught by chasing the alter home in a car. They had to get there within a set time, then had to take that speed without knowing the destination.

The utter lack of cars helps, and then we had to show them there was no punishment for breaking the rules. Now, they only start walking by habit and stop on their own once they realize they’re doing it.

Here or dead: another timed or cued program, two small groups of alters argue whether we are still with our perps or have died to escape. It’s a constant loop with voices talking over each other, and was intended to trigger suicide programs after a certain repetition.

This one was ingrained deep. We don’t know all the instances they used to teach it, but it was a regular lesson. The triggered suicide programs we worked on earlier, a similar pattern of demonstrating safety and giving them choices.

The alters who argued were given very black-and-white thinking, and the agreement was reached using that. They were both right and both wrong, having gotten their sides from a lie. They both cared more about being right than maintaining the program, so they joined up and work together to deprogram.

No eating: we have several punishment programs revolving around our right to eat; having earned it, what we can consume, being sinful for requiring food. It kept us weak and enforced harmful ideology. The individual programs had different triggers, and we’re working through them one by one.

Creating healthy relationships with food is both very hard and surprisingly easy; some of the less enforced programs could be built over, and the proof we could do it was that it was done. We eat out of spite, and some of us cook for fun.

The harsher programs came with a lot more trauma. Meat is still too much sometimes. We like to know where it came from, how it lived, how it died. Even then, the smell of it — raw or cooked — takes getting used to.

No noise: both for crying and telling, several trainings went into the same program. It felt like being smothered, then had repeating phrases, then felt like breathing smoke. It kept us from reacting to flashbacks or processing the emotions of new events.

It’s not a secret that some groups literally use pillows over very young children’s faces to stop their crying. The words were repeated during that, and they added to them as we got older.

The telling was an extension of that base; layered on it was fire torture that still feels like a face full of smoke. It burns and stinks, and our family was generationally taught this way. We could tell our mother was feeling emotional when she complained of woodsmoke.

We had to find alters internally to get them out of their flashbacks. Some were snapshots of that moment in time, others held more. Showing them in the body that there was no smoke, that they could breathe. Some of them we taught to use the inhaler — I have no idea if it does anything for the body memories, but it makes them feel like they’ve taken action.

Thirsty: we might have actually developed some kind of disorder about this, but at least a portion came from enforced ideology. Our demonic alters were taught that water would burn them, and their angelic counterparts were told it was a test of faith to go without it.

I can’t say I know what they gave the demons to get that reaction — we paired some of their higher ups with more front-facing alters to prove it was neither holy water nor running water, and they felt what it was like without the pain.

The angels we’re still working to convince. The goal is to have them believe their deity is kind and wouldn’t want them to suffer, but they’ve been heavily conditioned to fight it. Currently, we let them leave if we’re breaking the rules, and while they don’t like it, it’s been accepted.

Restless: our body is pushed into survival mode when we should be getting tired. The Spooks make themselves known, and we feel like we’re falling when we start to drift off.

The Spooks are alters shaped like shadow monsters. They rarely do anything but idle around, but we get confused about whether they’re inside or out.

The falling is a snapshot of one of the times our family pushed us off a structure. It was short enough, about a story, but it’s an extended version of the falling dreams. I think they tried to put us on a carnival ride for the effect, but it didn’t take.

Making our room safe is a big chunk of the work. We had to do it for other memories anyway, and we’ve made a spot with rugs and pillows by our bed to lie down on and feel the floor. The Spooks are still kinda there, but they’re assigned to zookeepers and tended to. It helped us to see them existing in less threatening situations, eating fruit and getting pets. They’re vaguely horse-like and friendly enough.

Conclusion

While a few paragraphs don’t capture the effort of reclaiming a system, it is a process to undertake. Some alters are trained to resist with backup programming, some are just struggling to catch up after so many years.

So much of deprogramming relies on communication and respect, and every alter on board is a new perspective to augment the process. Every alter deserves to know a life of healing, actively because of how they are without it. It does work, even if it’s slow-going, and your system is worth fighting for.

#ramcoa #tw ramcoa #ramcoa programming #ramcoa system #ramcoa survivor #adaptive system #did osdd #osddid #cdd system #ec did #hc did

[vicvinegarandhughhoney]

for bingo -

Intubation or eating disorder for Dennis

Please please with a cherry on top 🙏

running home, running home, running home- prompt: eating disorder

Post S12. Dennis comes back from North Dakota perfectly fine.

TW ED!!!!

Read here or below the cut

North Dakota was supposed to be a fresh start. It was supposed to give him a chance to make things right, to do things differently this time. To free himself of the baggage of the past and live for a future in which he is a father- one worthy of the title. 

It was supposed to be a fresh start, so why the fuck did he stop eating there?

Things started slowly, of course, the way they always do. He aeroplane-d the spoon into Brian Jr’s mouth and simply forgot that a flight was supposed to touch down in his at some point as well. At restaurants, he ordered sides. Claimed he’d already eaten to keep the concerned looks from Mandy at bay. 

“Are you sure you're not hungry?” she’d ask him, brow furrowed with concern. He ought to have spoken to her about it- she would have understood. 

Instead, he forced a smile and nodded. Lied through his goddamn teeth. 

“I’m full. Don’t worry about me.”

The most pathetic part was that it made him look as though he was selfless, prioritising the nourishment of his child and co-parent while neglecting his own needs, when the truth of the matter was far more ego-centric. He didn't want to eat because he had to be perfect, and to be perfect? To be perfect, he had to be thin. Perhaps he could trick himself into believing that he wanted to be perfect so he could better raise Brian Jr. Hell, maybe there's even some truth in that. 

But only a little. 

By the time he gets on the plane back to Philly, having been gone for a year, everything about him feels wrong. There's a gnawing dread in the pit of his stomach that he initially attributes to missing his kid, but doesn't fade even as he talks to the gang, an interaction that’s genuinely relieving. Nor does it fade when he heads back with Mac to their apartment, settling into his own bed while Mac sprawls out on the couch, snoring like a foghorn. 

He stares up at the ceiling, blinking past the colours flitting into his field of view. The dread widens. Turns into a total uneasiness. 

“Here, take some snacks with you for the flight! You need the energy. I haven't seen you eat in days!”

“Alright… thanks. I’ll call you when I land, yeah?”

He’d thrown the granola bars she gave him into a trash can in the airport. Food was unnecessary. Food was the enemy to perfection. To worthiness. 

The next morning he wakes up with his head swimming, barely even aware he fell asleep in the first place. His lips are chapped and his eyelids feel heavy, like he could drift back off and stay there for weeks. 

As he shuffles out into the kitchen, Mac greets him. There's no way Dennis can ignore the way his roommate has changed in the time he's been gone. Mac’s buff now. 

He looks good- great, even- but that little voice in Dennis’ head sneers every time he looks at him. 

God, he's so big, it's gross. He may as well have stuffed himself full of chimichangas again. 

“Hey, Dennis! You want eggs? I made a bunch of ‘em and there's no way I'm eating them all.” Mac asks between shovelling forkfuls of scrambled eggs into his mouth. 

Dennis swallows queasily. “Uh, no. I’m good.”

“Suit yourself.”

A few years ago, Mac would have volunteered to peel an apple for him. Dennis would have eaten it. It’s the only reason he would have eaten anything at all that day. 

The thought makes him feel even more nauseous, so he pushes it aside immediately. 

“I’m… I’m gonna head to the bar early.”

“Oh, okay. See you there, man.”

Dennis slips into the back office, locks the door, and collapses into the chair there. Even the short walk from the bus stop (stupid assholes blew up his goddamn car) to Paddy’s has left him exhausted. His heart flutters worryingly in his chest. 

With nobody else to keep him awake, and no further reserves of energy to sustain him, he curls up as tightly as he can (God, he’s fucking cold) and falls into an uneasy slumber. 

**

3 weeks post-return, and the ground beneath Dennis’ feet feels unsteady. Literally. He keeps tripping over nothing, arms lurching out for purchase on the nearest object- usually Mac, sometimes Dee or Charlie. They laugh it off, and so does he, but he sees the way Dee’s eyes meet his knowingly. She’s been there before too. 

Mac’s mentioned a few times that Dennis looks thin, and each time it makes him puff out his chest with pride (even if Mac’s concerned look doesn't exactly scream compliment). At least now he doesn't seem bothered with attempting to solve that particular ‘issue’. He’s been a little more aloof since Dennis got back, and almost frightened of the man that he shares an apartment with. When Dennis walks into the living room while Mac is on the couch, the latter jumps like he's seen a ghost. It's probably because he's not used to the company now, and Dennis doesn't even try to make himself more of a presence. 

Instead, he’ll keep shrinking, getting smaller and smaller and thinner and thinner until he's barely visible at all. 

It’ll be like he never even came back from North Dakota in the first place. 

**

A month passes by, and for the rest of the gang, things seem to be getting back to normal. They start cooking up schemes again, schemes which Dennis only half listens to because they're hardly audible over the rush of blood in his head. He stood up too quickly. He's been doing that a lot recently. 

At one point, they end up at a Dave and Buster’s, something which pulls up uncomfortable memories of a time where he was younger and lobster meals weren't purged immediately afterwards. Charlie, Mac, and Frank gorge themselves on steaks while they talk about some plot or other. Dee gets a salad. 

Frank orders Dennis a steak too, but he only manages a few bites before pushing it away. His stomach feels unsettled. 

Dee catches him walking out of the bathroom afterwards, shaky and pale and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Her brows furrow in that way they've grown accustomed to doing lately, and that penetrative look almost makes him regret what he's just done. 

“You don't look well, Den.” She tells him softly. 

He pushes past the lump in his throat and the urge to sink into her waiting arms, instead curling his lip with distaste. 

“You’re one to talk. Leave me the fuck alone.”

She steps back, hurt, then stands a little taller. 

“Get some help. You clearly need it.”

Before he can force his sluggish brain to think of a retort, she’s walking back to the group and leaving him alone outside the bathroom, leaning against the wall for support. 

**

Rome wasn't built in a day, but it sure did burn in one. 

The shooting pains that begin in his back feel like the knives that brought Caesar’s death. His hands start to shake when he's trying to pour shots. He frequently trails off mid-conversation because everything in his brain is focused on survival, only the most basic life-preserving faculties retained. 

On his way back from the bar one day, he knows the fall of his own empire is imminent. Deep breaths no longer keep the spots in his vision at bay, and the gnawing feeling- that dread, yawning in the pit of his stomach- has turned into a constant screaming within. The urge to eat long since departed, but the nausea that replaced it grows to a fever pitch. 

“Hey, you okay?” Mac asks as they traverse the stairs to the apartment. Dennis realises belatedly that he's wheezing, the exact same god awful sound that issued from Mac’s lips when he was fat as shit. 

Is this his fate? To work himself to the bone for perfection and still be doomed to the same existence as a greed-ridden slob?

“M’ fine.” He answers through gritted teeth. Hauls himself up the final few stairs and through the door. 

“Are you sure? Because you kind of sound like you're dying, dude.”

For a moment, a sob threatens to bubble up from the depths of Dennis’ being. 

YES! Something deep inside screams. God, please help me, Mac, please for the love of God you have to fucking help me, I’m- something’s wrong, Mac, something's desperately wrong with me and I need you to-

“L-leave me alone.” He growls, breath whistling. His feet still carry him blindly towards the kitchen counter, somewhere he can lean against and regain some strength. 

Mac sighs. “Yeah… yeah, alright, fine.”

No. No. This isn't how it's supposed to go, Mac, you’re supposed to help me, why aren't you helping me, Mac?

Dennis takes another few steps forward, heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. 

Hummingbirds. He used to do those a lot, keeping himself in motion constantly. Perhaps now he's fully transcended past the need for hummingbirds- he’s becoming one himself. Everything within him is fluttering. 

His heart. 

His nerve. 

His… his eyelids…

He’s…. ohhhh, shiiittt…

“Dennis? Den?!”

His vision fades completely, and his knees buckle, but in the fuzzy darkness that consumes him, he still hears the muffled sounds of quick footsteps on wood, feels the comforting warmth of arms wrapping around his torso before he hits the ground. 

“Shit, shit, you’re okay, Den. I got you, man. You’re alright.”

For the first time in months, he hears himself sob, breathless and exhausted and guttural. Almost animalistic in its desperation to be heard, and yet so weak it probably comes out as no more than a choked whine. 

“Shhh, you’re alright… you’re alright… God, Den, you’re so fucking tiny.” Mac's words are wobbly, spoken through tears as his hand smoothes the hair back from Dennis’ forehead, stroking with all the gentleness that used to exist between them before the rot set in and everything changed. Decayed. I’m here now, though. I’m here now, I promise. I’ll peel you an apple, okay?”

His voice is nigh-on hysterical. 

“I’ll- I’ll peel you an apple, and everything will be okay, right, Den? Everything- everything will be okay.”

Dennis feels himself being lifted upwards, pulled limply into Mac’s arms. His eyes flutter open and the darkness dissipates for just a moment. The sun peeks out from behind the clouds. 

“I’ll peel you an apple, Den. I’ll peel you an apple and it’ll all be okay.”

#bthb #tw eating issues #bad things happen bingo #dennis reynolds #its always sunny #its always sunny in philadelphia

[talyns-fanfics]

My Hero Fantasy

Chapter Three

Content Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive

Notes: Deku is Quirkless and no one speaks medieval.

Bakugo and Ojiro were currently heading to the camp, but also needed to take a detour. “What are we doing here?” Bakugo impatiently asks Ojiro, who was busy inspecting a set of footprints. “This dirt has been touched by acid. We must be getting close. Stay close, Bakugo.” Ojiro says in a hushed tone, following the path of the footprints. Bakugo begrudgingly follows.

After a while of tracking the prints, Bakugo trips a wire and the two were caught in a net suspended by trees. A group of seven individuals circle around them, all in hoods to cover their faces and identities. “Who are these punks?! I’ll kill them!” Bakugo yells, gripping tightly onto the net, trying to pry it open.

“Don’t try it.” One of the hooded figures says, the voice being feminine. She lifts up her hand, acid pouring from it. “I have good aim. Wanna see which Quirk is more affective? Yours or mine?”

Mina Ashido

(Quirk: Acid): This special power allows her to create corrosive liquid from her skin, with it being naturally resistant to the acid she produces.

With that threat, Bakugo backs down. “Mina, guys! It’s me! Please put us down.” Ojiro calls out to the group, who immediately shift moods. “Why didn’t you say so?” Ashido and most of the other hooded people pull off their hoods.

Eijiro Kirashima

(Quirk: Hardening): This special power gives him the power to harden any part of his body. The Quirk protects him from most physical threats.

Koji Koda

(Quirk: Anivoice): This special power allows him to communicate with and command animals through speech.

Rikido Sato

(Quirk: Sugar Rush): This special power allows him to multiply his strength five-fold for three minutes for every ten grams of sugar he ingests.

Mezo Shoji

(Quirk: Dupli-Arms): This special power grants him a set of arm-like tentacles adjacent to his arms that can transform into duplicates of his other body parts.

Hanta Sero

(Quirk: Tape): This special power allows him to eject adhesive tape from openings located on both of his elbows.

The last hooded figure uncovers a shred of fabric covering his stomach before a beam shoots out from it, cutting a rope of the net and now freeing Ojiro and Bakugo. “Glad to be of assistance, mon ami.” He finally takes off his hood.

Yugo Ayoyama

(Quirk: Navel Laser): This power gives him the ability to fire sparkly twinkling laser beams from his navel.

Ojiro brushes the leaves off of himself while Bakugo silently complains about a ‘broken’ arm. “How far is the camp from here?” Ojiro asks the group. “Not too far from here, bro!” Kirashima points a thumb behind him showing a makeshift path. “If we hurry, we can make it before nightfall.” The group put their hoods back up before guiding the two through the forest.

Izuku and the coven had already made it to the camp. Yauyorozu and Uraraka were busy setting up tents, Hagakure, Asui, and Jiro were searching for food, Izuku and Hirosa were setting up a fire in the center.

“Hirosa, can I ask you a question?” Izuku asks her, looking over to her. The two were carrying piles of wood to the campsite. “You just did, but go ahead.” She smirks to herself. “Well, you said that All Might is like a father to you. What’s he like? Like, actually like?” The two stop at the center of the campsite. “He’s awesome, almost exactly how he is when he’s out saving everyone. Even now that he’s-” she catches herself, looking over to Izuku, who was listening with interest.

“If I tell you something, can you promise me to keep it quiet? I’m only gonna tell you because he trusts me and I trust you.” Hirosa asks Izuku. “Not even my sister or Mother knows about it.” Izuku nods his head, curious. “He can’t use his power as much as he used to. He got into a fight five years ago with a dangerous villain.”

His power is anything but natural, he wasn’t born with it. It’s a sacred torch passed down from person to person. One person cultivates the power, and then passes it on to another. The next refines it and passes it on again. In this way, those crying out to be saved and those with brave and true hearts link to form a crystalline network of power. It’s his true power.

“He’s currently been in search of a successor to pass his power to, but that how the villains got him.” Hirosa explains to Izuku as they continue their way to the campsite. “He had his guard down.” After a moment of silence, Izuku speaks up. “Why didn’t he give you the power?” That question got Hirosa to chuckle. “My Quirk is incompatible with it. It would rip my body and break my mind. He also said that his Quirk with my Quirk would decrease my lifespan. He’s protecting me, I know that. Also, I don’t need it. I’ve made it here with my own Quirk.” Izuku smiles at Hirosa’s response. He didn’t see her Quirk firsthand, but knew it must be a powerful Quirk if it was incompatible with All Mights.

“Now, I have a question for you, Izuku.” The two lay the firewood in the center of the clearing before starting to light it. “I’ve never seen your Quirk. It wasn’t on your Provisional License. What is it?” Izuku’s face drops. I forgot to tell her I’m Quirkless. If she knew, she’d probably kick me out and send me home. Even worse, I might never see her again. What do I do?! “Izuku? Are you ok?” Hirosa waves her hand in front of his face.

“I’m completely fine! I don’t know why I paused like that! Holy smokes, we don’t have any food! I’m just gonna go over there and find some food for us! Thank you! Bye!” Izuku frantically yells before he runs out of Hirosa’s sight. “Where’s he going?” Hirosa hears Jiro from behind her. Turning, she sees Jiro with a dead boar. “I don’t know, but I hope he comes back soon. It’s getting dark.” Hirosa tells Jiro as the two set up the fire so the boar was cooking over it.

Izuku was only a few feet away from the camp, but he was far enough away from Hirosa. He lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, Hirosa.” He says quietly, hoping she doesn’t hear him. “I don’t want to look worthless to you.”

When you asked me and Kacchan to join you on your adventure to save your father, I knew I had to help you. I didn’t know you were saving All Might. I just wanted to help you. I spoke without even thinking. Now, with spending more time with you, I realize just how much your approval means to me. I want to be a Pro. Not just for me, but so I can always be by your side.

“Hey, Deku!” Izuku hears a familiar voice further into the forest. “Ah! Kacchan?! How did you get here?!” Izuku sees Bakugo and Ojiro with seven people he didn’t know.

“We guided him here.” Ashido says, pulling her hood down. “Now, we’re gonna help Kairi and Kyoka with dinner.” Ashido, along with Ojiro, Sero, Kirashima, Shijo, Ayoyama, and Sato, started making their way to the camp, helping the coven with dinner or to set up tents.

“So, what are you on about this time, Deku?” Bakugo was quieter than normal, but his tone was very evident. Izuku takes a breath before explaining. “I don’t know how to tell Hirosa I’m Quirkless. I want to help her find her dad, but I don’t know what might happen if-” “Deku, I don’t think she cares.” Bakugo cuts him off.

“Look, I didn’t tell her anything and I won’t. But you need to get over it. She doesn’t seem like the person to discriminate on someone because they’re Quirkless. So shut your mouth and let’s help her out.” With that, Bakugo heads to the camp, leaving Izuku alone. Well, almost alone. Koda was staring at him. “Woah! Sorry! I thought I was alone!” Izuku’s freak out lead to Koda freaking out.

Later that evening, everyone was sitting around the campfire, sharing dinner and talking about whatever came to mind. “So you can make explosions from your sweat?” Sero asks Bakugo, who responds by simply staring at him and showing off his Quirk. “Woah! So cool!” Sero gazed in aww.

“Momo, can I have a towel? I need to-” Hirosa starts, only to get interrupted by Momo creating one and handing it to her. “Here you go. Be careful. You never know what could be out there.” Hirosa takes the towel before heading into the forest. “Thank you, Momo.”

“We haven’t seen him in a while.” Hagakure says to Jiro. “Any news on him?” Jiro side-eyes Hagakure. “Well actually-” Jiro was cut off by the sound of rustling leaves. Jiro’s eyes narrow and everyone adverts their attention to the source of the noise. “You might as well come out. We know you’re there.” Jiro says aloud. After a moment, another young man walks out from the forest. “Sorry, haven’t seen you guys in a minute. Hopefully I’m not intruding.”

Denki Kaminari

Quirk: Electrification

This special power gives him the ability to charge in electricity and emit it out of his body as a sort of protective aura that electrocutes anyone through contact.

“Wait.” Uraraka’s eyes narrow. “If you’re here, than where’s-” Uraraka was cut off by a loud screech in the direction of where Hirosa had left. “Is she in trouble?!” Izuku shot up from his seat. “Oh no, she’s fine.” Ashido explains. “He might not be.”

After a few moments, Hirosa (wrapped up in the towel that Yaoyorozu gave her) holding a much shorter guy by an ankle. “Kaminari! Put a leash on your friend!” She glares at Kaminari. The guy in her hold starts thrashing against her hand. “I will not apologize for getting a sneak peek of your bo-"

Minoru Mineta

Quirk: Pop Off

This special power allows him to produce sticky spheres from his head that he can pluck painlessly.

“You shut up right now, Mineta!” Hirosa drops him to the ground before retreating into her tent to change. “You’re disgusting, man.” Kaminari’s eyes narrowed at Mineta. “You had to do that to All Might’s daughter? We made a deal not to mess with her.” “Trick Shot is All Might’s kid?!” Bakugo’s voice cut through a the campsite, even startling Hirosa in her tent.

“Kacchan, you didn’t know.” Izuku looks over to Bakugo, as well was everyone else. “So, you mean to tell me that we’re going to save All Might of all people?” Everyone slowly nods their heads. “Well damn! Maybe should have told me that beforehand, Teach!” Hirosa exits her tent, tying her dress back together.

After a while of everyone talking amongst each other, the group hears a yell in the distance. “Someone’s in trouble. Everybody, grab your weapons. We’ve prepared for this.” Yaoyorozu says to the group, who all quickly reacted. With weapons in hand the group head up the mountain where they heard the sound.

#talyns fanfics #my hero fantasy talyns fanfics #hirosa kairi #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #izuku midoriya

[snugglylime]

Steddissy Headcanons

The brainrot is REAL with these three so have some (mostly) fluffy HCs (ft. bi panic Steve & feral girlboss Chrissy)

Before she gets to know him, Chrissy is really cautious and closed-off around Steve. She assumes he's just another horny popular guy like Jason, but then he tries to flirt with her and fails MISERABLY and she's instantly endeared

The more time she spends with Steve the more she admires him for how much he's grown as a person and how protective he is over the kids, even if he's always a lil grump about it

After having her expectations blown out of the water twice (first by Eddie, then by Steve), she realizes that she doesn't have to conform to people's expectations of her and she finally works up the courage to break-up with Jason

Eddie is a MASSIVE flirt. Chrissy loves it because it relaxes her and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. But then there's Steve, who's just flustered as hell and can't form a coherent response if his life depends on it. Naturally, Chrissy picks up on this and joins in

Eddie and Chrissy love playfully tormenting Steve and showering him in totally innocent compliments >:)

While in the Upside Down, Chrissy is the most level-headed of the three of them. While Steve and Eddie are freaking tf out, Chrissy will just. Grab Steve's bat and start swinging

Girlie is sick of feeling powerless and squishing demo-bats is free therapy

Sometimes, if Chrissy is super stressed, Steve gives her the bat and drives her out to a remote location to wreck shit. She's really tentative with it at first, but gets really giddy when realizes she can just let loose

Eddie comes with sometimes, and brings his whole set-up, just so he can rock out in the woods and serenade some squirrels like a champ

Chrissy likes to leave little braids in Steve's hair where he can't see them, so sometimes when he starts his pretty boy grooming he'll find one and get all upset cus like. ANOTHER ONE??? His poor bad-boy image cannot thrive in this environment

Secretly he loves it tho and he almost never takes them out. Dustin gives him endless shit for it

Steve is the only one that can cook. He tries to teach Eddie, but that boy doesn't know what paprika is. Chrissy doesn't like to be around food while it's cooking, so meal-prep becomes a Steddie thing

They all create a list of 'safe foods' to help with Chrissy's eating disorder. Steve also tries to make things as nutritious as possible since she doesn't eat as much as they do. Eddie whines whenever something green shows up on his plate T-T which is often

Eddie likes to bounce his campaign ideas off of Chrissy and Steve. Steve is a dork and suggests the most random, nonsensical stuff cus he doesn't understand D&D in the slightest. Chrissy is a lil demon and suggests the most demented shit imaginable. She gets all pouty when Eddie tells her that no, the goblins can't have chainsaws for arms (he adds their stuff in anyway, and the Hellfire Club can always tell when he does)

Speaking of D&D, Chrissy is SO into Eddie's campaigns. Sometimes she'll dress up and surprise the Hellfire Club. Mike adores her, even if he and the rest of the kids were weary of her at first because she's the Queen of Hawkins High and popular girls are intimidating asf

Chrissy likes to jump on Steve's back when he's not paying attention and refuses to let go until he gives her a piggyback ride

It's all-out war in the mornings between Steve and Chrissy cus they both wanna wear Eddie's vest (Eddie never really gets a say in this, poor lad)

Chrissy has a habit of covering her mouth if she smiles too wide thanks to her mom's comments. Eddie immediately picks up on this and always showers her in praise and kisses to make her feel more comfortable

Woe betides the person who looks sad when Eddie's around because he WILL start tickling them

Chrissy loves wearing Steve and Eddie's clothes, which are super loose and baggy on her. She's not used to comfy clothes, so she takes every opportunity to wear them

They all have a system so that Steve can communicate when he's comfortable with a lil fruity activity while in public. He's still a baby bi and it's the 80s :(

Chrissy immediately takes a liking to Eleven when she meets her. She's just like. Who is this GNC feral child? and SHE HAS POWERS??? Adopted.

But really, Chrissy knows how easy it is to repress yourself in the face of other people's standards, so she takes every opportunity to encourage El to be her funky little self (Eleven was initially kinda scared of Chrissy because popular girls = Angela, but Chrissy is so nice that El warms up to her quickly)

Steve hogs the bed. Like. He just sprawls out, hoards the blankets, and will choke off your air supply with cuddles if you're not careful. When he lays on Eddie, it's a genuine struggle to get him off

Since beds aren't really meant for three people, Eddie becomes the designated pillow

Steve and Chrissy are woefully uncultured in terms of movies, so Eddie recruits Robin for regular Steddissy and Ronance movie nights hehe

Might make a Pt. 2 if I'm feelin snazzy <3

#feelin soft #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #steddissy #steddie #eddissy #hellcheer #steve x chrissy x eddie #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #i have so many ideas for this dhjewrgfwejhgfweakj #chrissy lives au is so real

[siriannatan]

House Arrest Blues - CubScar

I woke up in a Convex mood and now we're here :}

Cub sighed as soon as he woke up. Empty. The other side of the bed was empty. Expected with how Scar's work was. No early morning cuddles for Cub. 

With another sigh, he got out of bed. No reason to stay in a long alone. He quickly got ready for the day. Quick shower. Picked out a cute outfit. And went to have breakfast. Scratching the back of his neck as he went down the stairs. Silently hoping one day he could have a slow and lazy morning with Scar. In the kitchen, he turned on the TV. The news to be precise.

It's about Hot Guy being involved in some hostage situation. It sounds nasty as Cub eats his cereal. He was not expecting a phone call. No one ever called him and anyone who would call Scar would know he would be not at home at the moment. "Sculk, how can I help?" he asked, not interrupting his breakfast.

"They have Hot Guy captured, we can't do anything, what do you want for helping?" the hero office boss on the other side wasted no time asking.

Cub hummed. He didn't have to ask for anything. He would be glad to save Scar with nothing in return. But he was a villain. A 'recovering' villain in house arrest who lived with the town's biggest hero. But still a villain. "One canister of my nano-bot formula, small one, I'm not crazy, for safety purposes," he asked, ready to lower his demands.

There was some mumbling on the other side and a nasty curse. Cub raised an eyebrow at it. "You got this... They demanded to see you," Chief informed. She sounded really tense. Not surprising. Cub was the worst villain she had to face as chief. Scar's house arrest idea was the only thing keeping him off the streets. "Car will pick you up soon, sorry but we'll have to handcuff you," she told him and ended the call.

Cub calmly finished his food. And got ready for his trip, mostly by grabbing a jacket, and waited for his ride. What a fun trip it was going to be. He got to get out farther than the front gate or back of the fence. And play Scar's knight in shining armour.

At the scene, there's a bunch of standbys and media. And everyone's shocked when they see Cub. In Jeans, a T-shirt and a dark navy hoodie. Hoodie that's too big for him. They have no idea who he is but the handcuffs are a clear indicator he's important. And then there's the canister and everyone knows who this friendly-looking guy in glasses is. Sculk. The villain who broke out of prison three times. Currently under house arrest somewhere.

Cub ignored their whispers. He ignored the flashes. Simply listening to Cleo's plan. They had contact with Scar inside. He was the line of contact with the villain inside and passed that Cub, Sculk, was coming. The villain was of course excited and easily let Cub in.

He wasted no time taking over the already hacked security and frankly amateurish bomb. Entertained talking to the villain, watching Scar free himself once he got the signal. The countdown on the bomb turning to a smiling cat face. "Honestly, I'm disappointed. I came here expecting something interesting but... you're not it," he sighed just seconds before Scar knocked the villain out.

"Cu... You okay?" he asked as Cub grinned at him.

"Perfectly fine, Cleo let me have a walk," he chuckled offering Scar the handcuffs Cleo gave him. "I don't think the public would appreciate me walking out with my hands-free. Not like I need them," he added as his nano-virus returned to a small container he was allowed to keep. 

He didn't get to see the rest. Cleo decided to have Cub back 'home' as fast as possible. And that was all the excitement he was getting in a long while. Fine by him, he was going to have Scar back in a few hours after all. And he was quite amusing even before they were dating.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfiction #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #the convex

[araveninthedarknight]

brooookkkkeee please bless me with a Shibaman fluffy fic that takes place in the rain. Like maybe he gets caught in the rain or something and the reader shares her umbrella. She is from daruma (or whatever sword group you feel most comfortable with except for white rascals). A bunch of guys try to fight Shiba during their walk but they recognize the reader and flee in terror.

I use she but you can use whatever pronouns you feel comfortable writing. Thank you for opening requests ^-^)/♡

Of course my dearest leader (iykyk) I sall write you with one of your favorite boos UwU, hopefully this is ok, i had to restart because my laptop glitched wich is a bummer cus I was in sappy mode.

Warnings: Some swearing, slight mentions of fights, mostly tooth rotting fluffy cotton candy with darling Shibaman.

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Shibaman had been out and about all day, numerous errands had been done and now he was starting to feel a little tired, he decided to stop at an old bench that was once part of a bus stop, taking a rest was his best bet, only a few minuets he had promised himself.

The cool night air created a delicious burn in his lungs after many hot stuffy hours at Oya and various other places he had visited. His head rested back, eyes closed as he took in the crisp air, a faint breez sweeping across his face. The quiet was nice, and he had been glad to not need a jacket that day. It felt free for him. He felt himself doing an internal reset, one he had much needed and not even really known. Everything seemed to be going his way until the skies opened up and a downpour pelted him with hard crystal like rain, he had not seen that in the weather forecast today and he let out an annoyed sigh, now he was soaked and going to get cold fast. He saw the falling appart bush shelter that was unused, and went under it, the rain only drizzling in the enclosed space, keeping him from getting any more soaked in rain.

A few block away, Jay was walking out of a restaurant where she just picked up something to eat for dinner, she had had a long day at Daruma and was ready to unwind for a bit. The rain that greeted her made her smile, she had always loved it and decided that she would not be bothered by it ever even in unexpected times like this. She put her umbrella up, stepping into the col and rainy night air with her bag of food in hand, unknowingly walking to where her next great adventure would await her. She was in for a surprise and a half when the six foot tall teen would capture her heart.

As she approached the old run down bus stop, a smile on her face as the pitter patter of rain on the umbrella sounded, she saw a tall figure, soaked from head to toe and almost looking to be lost or maybe just having had a rough day. whoever it was didn't have a jacket and that was never a good thing.

"Are you alright sir?" Jay asked, her eyes falling on someone who seemed close in age to her and he looked almost like she had seen him somewhere.

"Im ok, just got caught in the rain that came out of nowhere." Shibaman chuckles, not hiding the fact that he was soaked to the bone on raindrops. "Well come with me, we can share my umbrella and I can walk you to where you need to go, I can't let you stay out here all night and get sick waiting for the rain to stop." Her voice was a melody to him, and he felt compelled to take her offer, so he did, standing under the umbrella with her, trying to hold it for her so neither was pelted with the rain. "Thank you for getting me out of the rain, Im Shibaman." The smile on his face was genuine and could melt even an ice heart, Jay decided. "Im Jay, nice to meet you Shibaman. Where are you going to?" She asked "Just Oya." He mutters, hoping not to frighten her, he had yet to realize she was from Daruma and was anything but skittish. "Alright, sounds good." With that they walked twards Oya, only to be stopped by thugs from a riaval school gang getting ready to attack the Oya student. Jay steps from the sheild of the umbrella and shouts at the new faces, not afraid to scare them off, "OI,Get lost you pieces of shit."

The guys facing her pale when they realize who they messed with, running off and leaving Shibaman confused and Jay going back to him, "That should keep them away." As they arrive later at Oya, Shibaman lets out an almost sad sigh, not ready to leave this lovley energy he had been talking with for thirty minuets, "Thank you again for bailing my ass out." "No worries big guy. Say, you wanna go out for dinner some time?" She asks, a small smirk dancing across her features.

"I would love to ms. Jay." The young boy nods, confirming with her he would meet her again, exchanging contact info before leaving inside of Oya and leaving Jay a lovesick mess, even though she knew Daruma would have a field day giving her shit, all that she cared about was now she loved the rain even more.

A/N: I hope this was alright Rain! thank you again for being my second request and for just being an all around amazing friend. <3

#high and low the worst #high and low the wosrt x cross #high and low shibaman #request #fanfic #high and low fanfic

[bunnywan]

get to know me !

tagged by @alienfuckeronmain i luv u !!!

relationship status: 23 year old spinster. it was only semi recently i figured out most people dont find romantic commitment miserable. just me apparently.

favorite color: i actually don’t think i have one. though rn miss rodrigo has me on a purple kick.

favorite food: avocado toast i know this basic but like mmmmmmm cherry tomatoes on top

song stuck in my head: lacy by olivia rodrigo. all american bitch by olivia rodrigo ("im grateful all the time. im sexy and im kind. im pretty when i cry." IM GOING TO THROW UP). love me again by V.

last thing you googled: margaret howe lovatt. she’s that woman involved with that “if we give dolphins LSD and jerk them off, will we be able to communicate with them?” experiment from the 60s.

time: 4:22pm

dream trip: ICELAND. or idk like wherever bts is doing their reunion concert in 2025.

last thing you read: a social epistemology paper for class

last book you enjoyed reading: i started “tender is the flesh” by agustina bazterrica, which is enjoyable in the way that it’s fucking HORRIFYING.

favorite thing to cook/bake: anything that doesn’t turn out bad cus i am not very talented in this area

favorite craft to do on your free time: i just bought a bunch of halloween fabric to make those cut n tie blankets w so there’s that

most niche dislike: chewing. if i could intake all food in liquid form i would.

opinion on circuses: i’m a vegan so circuses with animals KILL KILL KILL DIE DIE DIE EXPLODE EXPLODE EXPLODE but let the animals go first <3

do you have any sense of direction: not in the slightest.

no pressure tags: @renlyslittlerose @obikined @veloursdor <333

#tag game

[runthepockets]

When I was a little boy, in 2nd or 3rd grade, my mom dragged me to the bathroom of a department store after refusing 4 times in a row to walk any further than we already had. She smacked me upside the head and on my rear till I cried. "You will not fucking embarrass me, not with all these people out here. You will not fucking embarrass me, [DEADNAME]. Apologize for causing a scene." I was in shambles. It was only once so I don't hold it against her, but the way human minds work means I'll never forget, even though I forgive.

I was 11 when I discovered Eminem. I clicked on the song "My Mom", expecting some kind of R&B anthem to motherhood like most rappers. Instead it was the opposite. 5 minutes of a fully grown man putting his mom on blast for being terrible and making him the way he was; 5 minutes of a fully grown man trying to heal the little 8 year old boy still tucked away in his psyche, following him after every woman he'd beaten and every bottle he'd topped off.

As a preteen I was very prone to fighting. I understood dishonesty at the age of 7, I had identity issues until the age of 24. As an adult I have a very intense relationship with alcohol and feel an urge to be in control of every aspect of my life in a way that simply isn't realistic, and is dulled by prescriptions to Testosterone and Fluoxetine; never cured, just dulled, and easier to deal with every day. I rarely, if ever, act on these urges; I know the effect they'll have on the people I love.

I'm 24 now. I have a nice life; a nice job, cool friends, a roommate who I consider family, hobbies that empower me, and every day I find reasons to live in something as simple as a bashful 4 year old hiding behind his mother when she asks him to tell the retail clerk thank you for giving him the free stickers, or the 16 year old girl giggling over a Tiktok with her friends. My go to artist now when I think too hard about my mother is A Perfect Circle. Nevertheless, when I'm drunk, I still listen to that song. The lines "My mom, loves valium, and lots of drugs, that's why I am, why I am, cus I'm my mom!" and "What kinda mother would want to see her son grow up to be an under-fuckin-achiever" live rent free in my mind. Though I'm not quite a drug addict, and though my mother never poisoned my food, I have been hit. I have been berated and shamed and treated lower than a stray dog, and I have felt the urge to make others suffer for my misfortune. Unlike Marshall Mathers, I never act on these feelings. Unlike Marshall Mathers, I have a lot of sympathy for my mother even in the face of all the hatred; but similarly to him, I cannot fucking stand her. There are times when I fantasize about showing up dressed up to her funeral, as any son would for his mother, and ripping loose, exposing her entire history and flipping the bird toward her casket while I laugh in her face. I'm not proud of these fantasies, but child psychology 101 will tell you this is to be expected. Maybe this is why I sometimes ruminate in my childhood admiration for that deeply sick, broken man--- maybe his twisted, tragic narrative spoke truth to mine.

I was 23 last year. In the midst of the Breaking Bad renaissance, I was seeing a lot of memes about how Jesse Pinkman-- the sensitive, affectionate man who shrouds his feelings in a façade of working class toughness and tribal tattoos and Sapphire Longue Hoodies and oversized Roca wear Jeans, because anything less is considered fraudelent in the violent, ambitious, and chaotic world of drug dealing-- effeminate, if you will-- is an oafish trans man who rocks with Eminem. I know most of these posts are jokes at the deprecating expense of a fictional character, but they still make my heart swell.

#just me shit #gender diaries

[multyfandoms-imagines]

Hello! It's me the ABC OT3/Traffic Light Trio asker again. Thank you by the way for your latest post fulfilling the fluff and angst request for the three of them so long ago. I greatly appreciate it.

I hope you're okay with me asking another request so soon for some more fluff headcanons with Ayin, Carmen and Benjamin again. If you're not, feel free to ignore this ask.

May I please request some wedding fluff headcanons between Ayin, Carmen, and Benjamin? And possibly some domestic life bliss headcanons such as snuggling in bed or cooking in the kitchen together?

Thank you very much in advance if you choose to fulfill this ask.

These 3 share one braincell, trust me /jk

Story spoilers

Ayin, Benjamin and Carmen headcanons

•ultimately its Carmen and Benjamin's job to make sure Ayin get out of the facility/house and get some sun and fresh air

•Ayin is an introvert, he no like going outside. He prefers to stay indoors and enjoy what he has

•Benjamin and Ayin need to hold back Carmen with her ideas and "too much energy" vibe. She can get carried away in her own fantasies and plans to help people to an absurd level

•Benjamin appreciates her enthusiasm but please calm down. They cant do everything Carmen says and she by herself cant do so either

•all 3 are in good terms with the (pre LC) Sephirahs, considering them their family even

•minus Binah/Garion cus u know

•Ayin is not good at expressing his emotions well. But he cares in his own little ways that you wouldnt see Ayin do to someone he didnt care about

•Carmen tries to help him with it lol

•Benjamin sometimes does little trinket-inventions as a sign of friendship. Every Sephirah has at least one tricket like that

•Ayin gets sandwiched between Carmen and Benjamin when they have to share a bed. But he aint complaining

•Ayin is the one to wake up first, but when he cant get out of bed without waking up anyone, Ayin waits for them to wake up

•Carmen may or may not had put her legs over his and Benjamin's bodies while she slept because she keeps moving too much even in her sleep lol

•Benjamin wakes up 2nd and likely the one to let Ayin out of bed so that they could start their work properly. Carmen only wakes up when her alarm clock rings

•Ayin has a bad habit over hyperfocusing on his task to the point its not healthy. Its usually Benjamin who gets him to stop and take a break, while Carmen is the one to bring him food because, well, these 2 have a very important job. It may need some time spent like that if they want to meet their deadlines

•they like to have Enoch and Lisa around them, but never thought about starting a family before

#lc #lobotomy corporation #headcanons #fluff #ayin #benjamin #carmen #heavy story spoilers

[energywarning]

can i have ripley/agent 3 headcanons pspsps ( btw i fucking adore how you draw the agents so much OUGH )

(TYYY😭😭.)

yes. Let us fucking go babey...

-Semi secret nerd. Its not that they hid it . Like for a while they just forgot what hobbies they have. Engrossed by agent work they p much only did tht and it kinda it took over their life ? I mean not that they were very social (they werent .... at all) but like theyd at the very least go walk thru the city, look up new shows to watch n shit at the video store. When alex, them n eight start talking to eachother on the regular alex asks them what they enjoy doing in their free time and they just go "uh." Cus they forgot what they liked at this point they dont do shit. Agent work+ turf war when they can (which is rarely, so they got behind on bills etc. Wrote abt that already i think ). Eat and then sleep lmao.

Fave viddy game :metal gear solid 2, tekken 4.

Fave Music: a few machine girl songs. Some linkin park. like 2 songs. Initial d love is in danger eurobeat types. Asura... Dare i say some sleeping at last even .they Listen to the ultra sappy songs and Think. If anyone were to learn abt that theyd be pretty embarassed though probably.(author note :those artists /viddy games etc exist in sploon somehow. Cus i said so though any reference to animals that do not exist in sploon are like. Changed up and all lol. Solid snake might be solid eel for example)

- raised w the "pull yourself by the bootstraps bitch" mentality. Result is ?? Bad? Thinks... badly of themself. has way too much trouble asking for anything to ppl they care abt bc the "deserving to do so" bar they set up for themself is quite literaly impossible to reach . Will Push Themself till they break, "BOOO I SUCK i am not good enough i am not trying hard enough *going above and beyond*" 0 respect for themself. *like. dying or smth* no no its fine i am Fine.

.. Stuff like that.

They are like self aware enough that its not a good thing to do to others but not enough to know they dont deserve to treat themself that way as well most of the time.

-managed to have this p funny dynamic w marie when they started out as an agent where they did whatever was asked of them (3 go on this mission now yes i know its 4am. Also go buy a crusty seanwich for gramps, also can you buy me a lottery ticket-) but behaved in a way equivalent to a rock Emotionally .To the point where they got labeled as a brat/bitchy(ripley wasnt meant to know about it but callie talks... A lot.). When they didnt really do anything lol??? Resting bitch face+lonely+bad at talking rip. Mentioning it bc it makes me laugh + marie feels so guilty still about it. Marie feels guilty about a lot actually.

- barely moves in their sleep. is also a very light sleeper. Used to sleep with one eye open like they say... has trouble falling asleep . Often, somewhat. Nightmares and all, if the nightmare is p bad enough to wake them up theyll just curl up and try not to shake/cry too much.

- has a knife under the mattress /couch w the handle poking out for quick access. Just in case someone breaks in... or smth. Alex thinks this is . Peculiar as hell but ripley has always done this so they dont see the issue.

- horror viddygames/movies doesnt scare them... if anything it makes them laugh ("Wow the ink there is really badly done... haha").

- an excellent cook, makes food for eight and alex whenever they can. Goes to the market to get the freshest ingredients and all the sellers are afraid of them. What can i say they Love Haggling <3 .

- fashion is not their forte. I mean they have a style... sorta, not really. Likes comfy clothes, sportsy a bit. Casual shirts and all. Maybe a bit of casual whatever the fuck its called...military ish ? Very-Old-grandfathercore clothing even. but just looks at those types of clothes from afar (eight looking at ripley in the background taking notes of what theyre looking at so that she can buy those for them later LOL). ( they do not like buying themself things, . "I have clothes that are still in wearable state. Somewhat. why would i buy anything rn do i even have enough money for this"). Almost Any nice/fancy clothes they have, were bought by eight, or alex, or pearl actually. But mostly eight.

- likes collecting small rocks from when they go on hikes lol.

- talking abt hikes. And camping. Theyre pretty ultralight about this. And by that i mean the only things they bring are:

a raincoat (if they know its gonna rain), something to disinfect small cuts, A sak(swiss army knife), a lighter, their walking poles.

And a pocket blanket, re usable survival blanket bag style .

Glamping for them is sleeping on a hammock.

Now of course if they go camp w eight its not the same bc eight wont let them sleep on the ground ??? Duh??? "You go in the tent with me now ripley thank you" "but its a 1 person tent there will be condensation-" "now please! :)"

-cant fake smile... does so anyway, a bit awkward for them .they look in pain if anything, even if they are not and just trying to be a normal person and flash . A Normie smile that people have.

- Sneezes like an old man or whatever you know those sneezes that wakes the dog up n shit.

- when they got back from agent work and went on their way home at night, sometimes they said fuck it and took a detour, or stopped a few bus stops before and just walked, not so safe sure but the sights sure are pretty, the cold air felt (feels) nice. After enough walking they bought a soda and just chilled on a bench, they either got up and went home for real or fell asleep there if they wer3 too tired. A small indulgence but it broke from the work eat sleep thing they had going on. Starts to do this w 8 and 4 too shortly after they meet+talk to eachother(the walking at night part not the sleeping on a public bench), its a nice moment to have and to share.

I probably had more in my head but u kno. I forgor like they say. Also im not rewritting anything else i posted abt b4 in full cus im lazy hhah.

Ty for the ask feel free to send another one if u have other questions ^_^

#sillies #ripley(3)

[s6lars]

JAMAL MUSIALA REQ

(This is so long pls prepare yourself xxx)

Brothers bsf trope😜😜// angsty, smutty, very jealous jamal🤭

Basically you’ve just gone out shopping with your friend and you bought a sexy dress. It’s very tight so when you got home you put it on to kinda break into it so when you do wear it out you’re comfortable. You’re just chilling and whatnot making food and then Jamal walks in to your apartment (he’s your brothers bsf so he has a key and came round to drop some stuff off for him) but you don’t hear him come in cus your blasting music and when he comes up behind you he’s like “where are you going dressed like that?” You’re annoyed he’s just scared you so you get the idea to joke with him and say you went on a date and he’s not taking it lightly saying “are you being serious” “who is this guy” (he’s obvi jealous😛) but you decide to just drag it on like “yeah, i think he’s the one”. You’re about to tell him you’re joking because you’re scared he’ll mention something to your brother but when you turn back to him leaving and slamming the door behind him. You’re yelling “Jamal wait” But he obviously doesn’t hear. That leaves you shocked so you call your friend and give a debrief of what just happened and she’s like that’s so weird you need to find out why he’s reacted like that. You sit with your thoughts for a while then decide you need to talk to him so you really quickly change and rush over to his apartment. That’s when you open the door to a girl who’s like practically half naked. You ask for Jamal and she lets you know he’s in the shower, you put two and two together. You know all about how he gets with girls often and the stuff he gets up to through your brother and it hasn’t ever bothered you but seeing that girl there in front of you made you feel funny. You were really vague and just go “just tell him i was joking” She passes it on to Jamal by saying “some weird girl came random asking for you and said she was just joking. Don’t know what that means” and he’s just a bit stumped, now he knows she came over and you’ve seen the girl. He obviously didn’t want that to happen and he’s feeling guilty. So he’s telling her she has to leave so he can sit with his own thoughts. The next few days you guys avoid each other feeling weird about the whole situation but then Jamal gets fed up. A few more days go by and now you’re the only one avoiding him you were at your apartment and your brother and the whole Bayern team were there just relaxing having fun. You take no notice to Jamal and start getting cosy with one of boys, not thinking much of it. He’s practically burning holes in your head the whole night. Once the evening comes to an end everyone says they’re goodbyes then your brother lets you know he’s staying the night somewhere else (like a gfs or something idk lol) you turn around and Jamal just standing there. You open the door for him and he just shuts it, turns to you so he’s towering over and goes “i didn’t like how close you and …. were tonight” you step back, annoyed that he’s even still here and start saying “it shouldn’t concern you” blah blah and you guys are just going back and forth and then he finally cups your face forcing you to look at him and goes “i don’t like seeing you with guys that aren’t me” (or something along those lines😭) and finally kisses you (but it’s hard, full of lust teehee) you’re so horny and pissed off at him that atp you pull him in deepening the kiss and somehow make it to the bedroom🙈. We know what happens, just a bunch of smuttt. When you wake up you’re tangled in him and you’re shocked, can’t believe slept with him. Realising you’re still upset with him and move to get out of bed. He grabs your arm back and starts apologising for how he left so suddenly the other day and tells you how he knows you came to see him. He tells you how he feels about you finally and you guys make up🤗🤗🤗

(i know this is so so long very sorry)

Feel free to turn this into a series (absolutely wouldn’t complain ab that😛)

or just a one shot I JUST WANNA READ IT💖💗💕💞💝💘

hey anon ! your req is out now, ty for waiting ^_^ also i tweaked it here and there if you don't mind, hope you enjoy ♡

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