#you know yall can skip over these posts right?

[melodic-haze]

Probably a strange ask, but pajama party sleepover with Topaz where the reader gets them matching Dino onesies?

☆ — SAMPLE TRACK: Matching onesies!!

☆ — CHARACTERS: Topaz, Yae Miko

☆ — TYPE: SFW

☆ — NOTES: Using this ask to gauge if I can get a handle on Topaz's personality, cuz I didn't acc originally have her in the list I write for lol. I hope yall don't mind that I combined this into one post :33 anyway IT'S NOT WEIRD AT ALL❗️❗️❗️❗️ DUDE I'd wanna get matching onesies w the girlies :((((((( they're cute as hell and comfy

TOPAZ

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"You're taking quite a bit in there. Everything alright or..?"

"Yeah, everything's fine! I'm done, actually!"

"Come out, then! I feel like I've been waiting for you for ages! Right, Numby?"

You hear a muffled squeak from the other side of the door and you couldn't help but giggle both at Topaz's dramaticism and the little surprise that you have for her. Without a delay, you placed your hand on the doorknob, "You ready to see this?"

"Sweetie, I don't know what I'm seeing. But of course I'm ready to see you, no matter what!"

You rolled your eyes at the light flirt before turning the doorknob, stepping out of the bedroom and finally showing your girlfriend the long-awaited surprise.

You see her unfiltered joy before you hear it; she practically jumps up with a pleasantly shocked look on her face, one that easily morphs into a smile as she stumbles over to you to hug you with a squeal. Numby had followed close behind, rubbing its snout on your legs happily and running around.

"OHMYGOODNESS?? You look absolutely adorable!! You're one of those dinosaurs that some of the worlds have! This is the surprise you were talking about?"

You shook her head, "This is part of it. The real surprise is in the bedroom. I think you'll like it—both of you."

She narrowed her eyes at you before the dawning realisation came in the form of her flabberghasted look, "There's NO way."

"See for yourself."

Topaz swivels her head at Numby, who does the same thing in turn, before they both practically dash over to the bedroom. Unsurprisingly, you hear a squeal of utter happiness—your girlfriend always had an affinity towards cute critters, or cute things in general, so such a reaction was definitely no surprise.

And when she comes back out again, the pet warp trotter in tow, you can't help but relate to her unfiltered love for them.

"You got us matching onesies."

You nodded with a grin, "I did. Do you like it?"

"How is that even a question?" She practically skips over to you before putting her arms around your neck, "I LOVE it!! It's basically a guarantee that you look cute, but don't I look cute? Doesn't Numby look cute?? They look like a tiny little dinosaur, I think I could cry..."

A laugh bubbled up from your chest at your girlfriend's enthusiasm as you wrapped your hands around her waist, "I thought you might like something like this—you've been working hard, so I thought I'd get you something."

Her excitement dies down just a touch, though the affection in her eyes was plain to see, "Babe.. you didn't have to do that! I love the work."

"I know you do! I just wanted to get you a little extra for when I finally get you to settle down with manual labour for a night in."

"I'd say it's more than worth it." She pulled back with a flourish, picking Numby up to show off their gifts, "Cute and comfortable? I don't think anything could beat this."

"I dunno..." You shrugged lightly, "You haven't seen what else I have planned for this sleepover."

"Then I personally grant you the opportunity to change my mind."

She smiles so very brightly at you, and it's as if everything else has been washed away.

YAE MIKO

"You're awfully secretive with this little 'surprise' of yours, aren't you?"

"I think not being secretive defeats the entire purpose of a surprise."

"While you may be correct," she crosses her arms with a small smirk, "the blindfold is a touch overkill, don't you think? You wouldn't dare to stage a kidnapping on poor me, would you?"

"And risk the Shogun's wrath?" You scoffed out a laugh, "I don't think so. Plus it's to make sure you aren't peeking!"

"Did you not go into your room to change?"

"Yeah, but-- wait how did you know I was changing?"

You could practically hear her eyeroll, "I have ears, darling; ones that can hear far more than the normal human auditory system."

"Yeah, yeah, you can hear more than the usual person, I think I get it... Anyway, I'm coming out now, so you can take your blindfold off if you want."

"I still don't see the reason why--"

"Miko, babe, do you want to see me or not?"

"Fine, alright, seeing as how you want me silent, I shall cease my jabs at you.. for now."

Now you were the one to roll your eyes as you opened the door and walked over to your fox-like lover, clothes in hand. And as you did so, she removed the piece of cloth wrapped around her head before opening her eyes.

Instead of her usual vigilance, she actually takes a little time to stare at you.. and the folded gift in your hands. Amethyst eyes narrowed at the latter specifically before they darted over to you and your getup.

Then, a smirk made its way over to her lips as if it were another typical moment of her teasiny you, though you don't miss the way her pupils expand and her eyes glimmer in warm affection, "My, my... If you wanted to be my cute little bunny so bad, I'm sure we could arrange something."

You felt a blush overtake your cheeks, though you shook your head in an attempt to settle yourself, "Nevermind that, why don't you focus more on what I'm holding for you?"

To her credit, she does. But then she looks at you with a raised brow, "Are these.. matching onesies?"

"Yeah. Why," you feel something inside you twist the slightest bit, "you don't like it?"

"Mmm... We shall see."

Her expression is sly, though she doesn't give her feelings away as she takes the gift and heads for the bedroom to change. You knew Miko loved to be a cryptic woman, but it was a little frustrating when it came to the smaller things—did she like it? Hate it? Is she just.. humouring you so that you feel bad? Or maybe she's making fun of you by doing so...

"Dear?"

You are snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of Miko's voice, albeit a touch muffled due to the walls between you, "Y-Yes? Sorry, did you need something?"

"No, not necessarily. You were rather quiet while waiting for me."

"What, did you want me to bang on the door desperately?"

"I do have a penchant for the dramatics." You rolled your eyes as you heard her laugh, though she continues not long after, "I'm done. Be grateful that I hadn't asked you to wear a blindfold."

"Uh huh, I'm very grateful. Now come out, I wanna see you!"

"Patience, bunny. I'll be out in a second."

The door opens, and she steps out wearing matching onesie given to her. Though you notice that she has yet to put the hood on her head.. and the slight tint of pink that dusted her cheeks as she looked at you head-on. Was she actually embarrassed?

She huffed lightly, a slight smile on her lips, "Putting a fox in a bunny onesie seems akin to having a wolf in sheep's clothing, don't you think?"

You shrugged, "No matter what, you look cute either way."

"Was that your main goal? To have me look simply adorable for you to gawk at? Is my beautiful humanoid form not enough for you?"

While her tone was mostly teasing, there was a touch of.. something else—a tone someone asks when they are lost. Perhaps it was the loss of her intimidating air; she did love to make others squirm, but in a getup like this? How could she ever achieve that?

You shake your head, "I found these while I was out for a little shopping trip and thought that these would make you both cute and beautiful. Why, you don't like it?"

Her eyes softened, "Of course I like it, my darling.. though next time, how about we buy fox onesies together instead? Cute aesthetics are more suited towards.. hmm.. that Yashiro Commission girl, for starters."

A laugh bubbled up from within you, "Haha, alright, alright. But you're still my cute little kitsune."

"Little? Oh, that's highly debatable. Now, is this all we're going to be doing, staring at each other and how well we match, or are we doing anything else for tonight?"

"I've actually got a few options for you." You held out your hand to her, "If you'll follow me..."

Her hand takes yours, and you move on to proceed your comfortable night with the beautiful fox envoy, completely forgetting the rest of the world.

#hazy samples! #topaz #hsr topaz #honkai star rail topaz #topaz x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr imagines #hsr x reader #yae miko #genshin yae miko #genshin impact yae miko #yae miko x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin women #genshin women x reader #genshin women imagines #hsr women #hsr women imagines #hsr women x reader #gn reader

[pokegalla]

Another trade of the classic multiparted headcanons on my blog! But this time?

With the creepy bois✨ (Plus first post of headcanons for them! :D)

Trade/Requested by @tryslogic

(Warning: Slight nsfw and damn near borderline all things considered with these guys-)

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o!

Jeff:

* Bruh. Without a fucking doubt- this goddamn horndog. Walk him with a leash-

* He would sneak up on you and hug you from behind before just giving a big ass squeeze- you’d bonk him but that’ll just make him laugh. He’ll use your damn chest like a stress ball, having a shit eating grin because he just KNOWS how much of an asshole he’s being. (And he knows you just love him too much 😌✨)

* In private it technically can get pretty fluffy surprisingly. Using your chest like a pillow after a long day of killing? God it’s heaven sent to him. Just hope he isn’t too messy though- but of course he isn’t letting the opportunity go to waste to tease you. Littering your neck and chest with love marks? Drives him CRAZY. Yeah you ain’t walking if he’s in that mood-

* And man you are just a glutton for punishment if you wearing a boob window- he loves the view but he HATES how the others are gawking at you. You end up getting pulled to the side. “Fucking tease….better start screaming my name. I want them to hear who you belong too~”

* He’s a little possessive and protective buuuut in a more heartfelt way surprisingly. Will he admit it? Over his dead body-

Eyeless Jack:

* Ah now here’s a more respectable guy. For a kidney eating demon, he respects boundaries! He’s a monster but not THAT kind-

* Noooot saying he wouldn’t stare though. I mean kinda hard not to yknow? He’d probably tease you quietly about how good you’re looking right now. But he would never just outright just….grab it. Like why??? (Honestly he could though. Sneaky boi-)

* But in private he is WAY more snuggly. Hope you don’t mind black streaks on your shirts. Because he is diving into those twin peaks✨ he feels so safe in your arms….he can’t help but wrap his arms around your waist. You might be stuck for quite awhile. But in the meantime? You get a chance to see him without the mask! And you can’t skip out on that now can you~?

* Now here’s where you end up tipping the scale with him: Boob window. God you just look so good in it. He is biting his lip and even starts whispering teases in your ear. “Tryna grab my attention that badly~? It might just work~” I know yall definitely had a quickie in the forest. Hope you kept quiet~✨

* Overall he’s just a pretty chill guy! Who just can’t resist you~✨

Laughing Jack:

* Ok there’s no sugarcoating this. This is the worst motherfucker here. And THE biggest tease. FOR FUN-

* Does not help if you wear layers, his lanky ass arms will always manage to slip through. And his big ass grin just tells you he KNOWS this is pissing you off so he honks it before laughing like a maniac. He boops your cheek though to show you he’s just playing around.

* In private….I mean not much of a difference? Well other then straight up picking you up to plop his chin in your cleavage and looking up at you with a smirk. Orrrr having your chest on his head like a damn hat- he can’t really snuggle like the others without the risk of stabbing you with that sharp ass nose 💦 but he makes due with what he can✨

* Now the boob window he will SHAMELESSLY stare and even TUG on it to see more- “Heh~ What a pretty little view~ Might as well show it all~” and that bastard actually teases you to the point of being needy. He finds it amusing. But at least he’ll reward his little doll in the end~✨

* He just loves messing with you but really that’s just how he shows you his love✨

#my writing #self insert #funny #cute #fluffy headcanons #sfw #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack x reader #laughing jack x reader #creepypasta hcs #writing trade #request answered

[no-name-publishing]

Tiny Book? Tiny Book. Pt1.

Idk yall I just felt like writing a little how-to of how-I-do my tiny A9 books! So if you've ever been interested, I hope this will be helpful. This will be neither a beginner typesetting nor beginner bookbinding tutorial; as I go through my process I will only be showing my process and providing a few tips, assuming you already have the basics understood. We can worry about the rougher technical skills in another post.

Also keep in mind that this guide includes images of fic I've bound, and you're zooming into these fics at your own discretion. I am not responsible if you read something yucky. I know you have a lot of options out there but thank you for flying No-Name Publishing.

Tiny books part 2; Tiny books part 3

Just like with regular ficbinding, there are layers, and they are:

1 - Typesetting and Imposing 2 - Printing 3 - Cutting, Folding, and Sewing 4 - Gluing, Rounding/Backing, Endbands 5 - Building the Case and casing in 6 - BOOK

In this part we will be focusing on steps 1 and 2. Please feel free to skip to the area you're interested in most.

1 - Typesetting and Imposing

Okay, so this area has some nuances that you don't have to consider so closely with typesetting for more traditionally sized books. To me, these tiny books are not about readability, they are about novelty. As such, I do not prioritize readability. Instead, I try to achieve something that is closer to scale. That said, neither do I want these illegible. But we'll begin from the top.

You want to make a tiny book, but you're wondering, what would be an appropriate word count for a tiny book? Tiny books are the perfect medium for the ficlettes, the shorties, the one-shots. They are also perfect for the mid-sized, 10-15-20k fics, in my opinion. Here we can see,

On the left we have a fic that is exactly 12,771 words, typeset on a 1.5" x 2" (37 × 52 mm) document, with .3" margins, 6pt Garamond font, and 5pt line spacing. This book is only approaching 1/2" (13mm) wide, and only took 5 sheets of Letter paper to print. On the right we have a fic that is exactly 1,939 words, typeset to the same specifications. This book is only 4-5mm wide, and took only 1 sheet of Letter paper.

In my opinion this format of book begins getting unruly around the 300-page mark. However, making any combination of margins, fonts size, and line spacing will yield different page results for different word counts. For example:

Like the above, in each of these examples I typeset in Garamond font @ 6pt size and 5pt line spacing. Typesetting on an A9 page, this is about as small as I felt comfortable sizing my font while still being legible. But notice the rivers between the words--the rivers of white space bisecting the lines, due to the Justified alignment battling the admittedly tiny work surface. At this scale, with the font at this size and alignment, those will be unavoidable. Over time I began disliking this in my own work, so I pursued a different method, which was typesetting on a quarter letter page (4.25" x 5.5" / 108mm x 140mm), and allowing my imposer to scale the PDF down.

Have you ever seen anything sexier. THIS looks like a tiny book. Little to no rivers, still legible (hand-wobble), and preserves the novelty feel that I desire from a tiny book. This method of scaling down (specifically from quarter letter to A9) does change the final shape of the book, from A9 to A9-ish in this case. Specifically, from 1.5"X2" (37 × 52 mm) to 1.625"X2" (41.3mmX52mm). You're achieving something closer to a square shape, which is delightful to hold. All this to say, you have some freedom with word count, with font size, with page size. I've done as many pages as 376 and as few as 17. The fantastic thing about tiny books--their structure will not be load-bearing, meaning--the only thing stopping you are your tastes.

Quickly, some more examples of features in a regularly sized typeset and their tiny counterpart after the imposer has scaled them down. First, scaling half-letter down to A9, a little-over 4X shrinkage:

And from B6 to B9, smaller by 3x:

You notice the compression of every element, and too how entirely unparcable the text in the first example is, sometimes not horrible, sometimes very. Make your decisions dependent on your tastes!

You have decided on the fic you'd like to bind into a tiny book. I will be using my own fic as the typesetting example, and I will be using Word 365 for PC. I'm sure many of my pointers during this process might not apply 1-to-1 if you are using a different word processing software, but hopefully you can adapt the concepts to your program of your choosing.

Kay, next you will do your typesetting. Since this is not a typesetting guide I'm trusting that you have your preferred methods, but I will go through my key steps for setting up a tiny typeset:

First, for every typeset I delete each default Style, create mine own, and dictate the document size. For this example I will be doing my preferred quarter letter method, setting the custom page size to 4.25" wide and 5.5" tall, and .5" page margins all around (except Gutter; leave 0"). On the Multiple pages dropdown I will select Mirror margins (however, as all my margins are the same size, this is redundant, though may not be the case for you). My body text style will be Cardo font @ 11pt size and Exactly 15pt line spacing, with a .2" first line indent and Justified alignment.

You can use whatever body font you like, I only encourage you to do many many test prints to refine your preferences. Your favorite font for half-letter books might not translate to tiny books. After ~30 tiny books I've found I like Cardo at this size and spacing. And if you're using A-paper sizes, consider doing quarter A4 instead of quarter letter, which is technically A6--4.1"X5.8", or 105mmX148mm. Follow your heart~~nyah 🐱♥

Now I will go to my fic and download the HTML file. I hugely prefer copying from the HTML file rather than the browser itself. It kind of standardizes any goofy formatting that might try to make its way over otherwise, while still preserving the italics and bolds, etc, and makes for an easier editing process. It was important I made my body Style in Word first, so that once I paste the text into my document that Style is automatically applied in one fell swoop (if not, you can change that in your Word settings. Advanced -> Cut, copy and paste -> Merge Formatting. It is a huge time saver.)

Now you've gone through your typesetting process, you have a liddle quarter letter Word document that you're happy with. Gets real close to you. Listen to me--listen, you're going to Export as PDF. Not Save As PDF. Not Print to PDF. Export. It's in--listen--it's in File, then Export, then Create PDF/XPS. You need to Export. Especially if you selected Bookfold instead of Mirror margins in your page settings because we need an unimposed PDF in order for this to work right and exporting to PDF is going to solve 99% of your pdf formatting woes with Word. Okay, I love you 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Now, your EXPORTED pdf should look something like mine. Straight, unimposed.

Now what we're going to do is take this PDF back to my penthouse and freak it. Go to this link for the Renegade Bindery-created and -curated imposition tool. This has been will be is such an incredible FREE asset to you, maintained by a crew of intelligent, skilled Renegade Bindery members who understand the importance of community and accessibility. If you find someone hiding this link behind a paywall of any kind it is not with the creators' permission, so shame on them.

Anyway I will be assuming that you know what imposing your document means. If you've never used this site before, it's very straight forward, and here are my settings for making Tiny Books.

1 - Upload your unimposed exported pdf. 2 - ignore 3 - Select the paper size you will be printing on. This is not the FINAL size of the book, this is what paper you are printing on. These instructions are for Letter sized paper. Don't change any of the other settings right now, I will explain more about the Single-sided vs Duplex option in a bit. 4 - Skip aaalllll the way down to Signature Format. Under Wacky Small Layouts, click on the bubble next to Little. You'll notice there are a lot of options here. I encourage you to play with these settings later on as well, there are so many things you can make with this tool.

Once that's done, scroll down to the very bottom. You'll see the Signature Info area, telling you the results of your imposition. In the case of using the Little option we've selected, 1 sheet of our paper will make 40 book pages. 3-signature-sets of 3/3/4 folio configuration. That's a lot of pages per page.

Anyway for our document today it will cost us 2 sheets of Letter paper, and will make 6 signatures. Math says that's 80 pages. Now, you may be concerned because your typeset PDF is not formatted in a number equally divisible by 40. And why would it be. The imposer is doing that math for you in the background, organizing your pages regardless. In my case, my finished typeset is 62 pages, which means that from my second page, I will only be using my 3 folio segments, and discarding the 4 folio segment. This will make more sense later. Click the Generate button, and save the zipped folder wherever you want. Don't change the name of it.

Unzip that baby, and inside you'll notice 2 files--(filename).pdf_little_packed_backs, and .pdf_little_packed_fronts. Appropriately named as one file contains one side of the sheet that will be printed, and the other file the other side.

And when you open them up, they will look like:

2 - Printing

We are manually duplexing this bad boy, because working at this scale amplifies and compounds every millimeter of difference. Manual duplexing will keep printer skew to a minimum, as the printer will not have to perform gymnastics in order to print on the reverse side of your page. Here are some examples:

Two auto-duplexing examples of skew, one horizontal and one vertical, dependent on which direction my paper was loaded into the feeder. There is significant skew. Not a horrible issue on full-sized books but these will matter much more on our tiny books, the key issue being that we do not have much to work with in the margins department. Trimming 5-6-7mm of margins of your half-letter sized textblocks might not be much of an issue; however, here, in order to remove all the trim lines during the cutting process, you will be significantly impacting the margins of your tiny textblock.

Now here is an example of the skew from manual duplexing:

MUCH subtler. Your skew with manual duplexing will range from this--less than .5mm--to no skew at all, and you will have to cut off far less of each page to remove the trim lines, maintaining the consistency of appearance of your tiny, beautiful pages. This is why during step 3 of the imposing process we selected Single-sided (which is MANUAL duplexing), and not Duplex (which is AUTO duplexing) appropriately. This will result in you either getting two files for manual duplexing, or one auto duplexing file.

Your next consideration when it comes to printing your liddle book will be whether you want to use an inkjet printer or a laser printer. I've until recently only had a laser printer available to me. I can say after about 6 or 7 little books on an inkjet printer that I prefer the laser printing on tiny books. Here is an example of why:

On the left you have a tiny book printed from an inkjet printer printed on the highest quality setting, and on the right is a tiny book printed from a laser printer. These were both printed at the same scaling, same font size, same line spacing, everything. The inkjet printer, printing at this scale, introduces pretty glaring feathering on the letters, whereas the laser printer is crisp as can be. I've said before that to me tiny books are more for novelty rather than readability, however I do still want to make out the word I'm looking at, you know what I mean? For this reason I prefer printing my tiny books from a laser printer. Use what you got though, you'll get a tiny book regardless. Make sure you're flipping on the short edge with these tiny books too, and double check to make sure your page numbers line up. And when you're done you got...

BOOK(-adjacent).

Continue on to part duex.

#bookbinding #ficbinding

[strniohoeee]

Broken

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is depressed, and Matt takes notice to her behavior. Matt being the good friend he is he tries to get her out of her funk, but will it work?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None just mentions of depression. This was a request but Tumblrs being a munch and not letting me add it

Song for the imagine: hope ur ok- Olivia Rodrigo

But, God, I hope that you’re happier today

Cause I love you

And I hope that you’re okay

It’s been getting worse. I hate this feeling, this darkness that consumes me. I wanted nothing more than to feel okay. I hate the way my depression swallowed me whole and made me want to disappear from the face of the earth.

I just wanted to feel okay, I wanted to feel normal and not drained. I know my friends were getting annoyed with me. I would slip into these phases of not wanting to talk to them, see them, go out with them. I mean I could barely get out of my bed to do anything. Often skipping meals and not drinking water. I would just sleep all fucking day and cry when I was awake.

I was fortunate enough to be an influencer, so I didn’t have to worry about actually getting up to work. I posted YouTube drafts and TikTok drafts. It worked for a while, but people started to catch on, and were wondering where I went. I couldn’t even be honest and come out and say I was so depressed I couldn’t even sit up in my bed.

The one person who noticed the fastest was Matt. Randomly one day he started texting me wondering how I was doing, what I was doing, if I wanted to hang out with him and his brothers, if I wanted to join them for dinner, if I wanted to film a video with them. I appreciated it truly, but I also kept lying to him. Telling him that I was busy or I had plans, or I was filming. I could not allow anyone to see me this way. I mean I didn’t even want to see myself this way…..

Matt had put me in a groupchat with Chris and Nick, and honestly it was making me feel better. They kept my mind off of things by constantly making me laugh. I mean they would text from 10AM till 2AM every single day.

The blue eyed freaks🧿🧿

-Y/N can you pleaseeeeee come hang out with us we haven’t seen you in like two months- Chris

-Idkkkk -me

-plzzzzz like you never hangout with us anymore-Nick

-yeah I’ve just been busy-me

-busy??? Yeah right not busy enough to not hang out with us- Chris

-hey if she doesn’t want to hangout don’t force her, but we do miss you and would love to see you-Matt

-thanks Matt🖤-me

-booooo boring come over now, or I’ll come pick you up-Chris

-you can’t even drive Chris-me

-okay….ill get matt to drive me to come pick you up-Chris

-fineeeeee okay fine I’ll be over in a hour-me

-FUCKKKKK FINALLY OMG YES- Chris

-see yall soon<3-me

I had gotten up and decided to shower, washing my hair and just really try to clear my mind, and enjoy the fact that I’m getting to see my friends again. I hadn’t been out of my house in a good month, and this was giving me major anxiety.

I felt like once they’d see me they would know I haven’t been okay, and that’s something that scared me. I had to seem okay. I was never the one who broke down… ever.

I hadn’t finished getting ready. At first I wanted to put on some makeup to hide my dark eyes, but I decided against it because I really wasn’t in the mood. I headed out, and drove to the triplets house. When I got there Matt texted me letting me know that the door was unlocked and to meet them in his room.

I let myself in and walked to Matt’s room.

“Y/N” Chris yelled coming over and hugging me

“Hi guys” I said laughing

“She’s aliveeee” Nick said hugging me

“How have you guys been?” I asked plopping myself down on Matt’s bed with them

“We’ve been good, just filming honestly” Matt said

“Nice that’s always fun” I said

“I love it so much truly, but how have you been?” Nick asked

“I’ve been good, you know. Just uhhh been busy” I said lying straight through my teeth

“Nice, what have you been doing” Matt asked

“Oh you know just filming and editing and just going out with some of my other friends” I said

“I love your hair color by the way, when did you dye it red?” Chris asked me

“Oh like two months ago I need to get my roots done actually” I said running my hands through my hair

“Two months ago? I thought this was recent all your TikTok’s and YouTube videos your hair was black” Matt said looking at me suspiciously

“Oh uhhh” was all I could manage because I knew Matt was onto me

“Okay anyways I’m hungry” Chris said breaking the awkwardness

“Me too” Nick said

“McDonald’s?” Chris asked

“Fuck yes” Matt responded

“Okay Matt can you pick it up for us” Chris said pleading

“Uhhh I guess i have too since yall can’t drive” he said rolling his eyes

“I can drive” I said smiling

“Yayyyy this is why I love you” Chris said

“I’ll mobile order it so it’s less stressful” Nick said

They all put in their orders, and they handed the phone to me. My anxiety making me nauseous and not really in the mood to eat

“Oh I don’t think I’m going to get anything” I said

“WHAT? McDonald’s is your favorite” Nick said

“Uhh yeah I’m just not in the mood” I said

“Do you want something else?” Matt asked

“No I’m not hungry” I said looking at him

Matt nodded before taking the phone, messing with it f and then handing it to Nick.

“Alright let’s head out” I said

“Nick and I want to stay back y’all can go though” Chris said

“Sneaky fucks” Matt said laughing

Matt and I had gotten into my car heading over to the McDonalds

“What’s really going on?” Matt asked

“What do you mean?” I asked glancing over at him

“I know you’re not okay” he said looking at me

“Matt I’m fine” I said

“No you’re not. Your eyes…..I can tell that you’re sad” he said

“I’m just tired is all” I said swallowing thickly

“Y/N be honest…are you okay?” He asked reading my face for an answer

My lip quivered, and a lump formed in my throat. Nobody has asked me if I was okay.

“No” I whispered out in a croak

“Talk to me” he said sitting up

“I just don't know. I’ve been so depressed lately. I haven’t been able to get out of my bed. I’ve just been posting drafts because I can’t even get up to film. I can’t even get up to drink or eat anything. I miss my parents, I miss home and I just feel so alone. You were the first person to text me, and you have helped me a lot actually. You inviting me over was the first thing I have done in a month” I said letting a tear fall

“I’m so sorry you feel that way. I love you so fucking much, and I knew something was wrong that’s why I reached out. I care for you so much, and I don’t want you to struggle alone. I’m here for you” he said looking at me with saddened eyes

“I appreciate it Matt truly. You’re amazing” I said looking over at him and smiling weakly

“Never allow yourself to struggle alone okay. Please reach out to me or Nick or even Chris as crazy as that seems. We will always be here for you….always” he said

“I will. I just was fighting with myself for so long I couldn’t reach out for help” I said wiping my tears

“And that’s okay. No ones pressuring you to reach out, but know that the option is there. I would never turn you away. You know I’ll come flying to you in a heartbeat” he said nudging my shoulder

“I know Matt. I love you so much thank you for being here for me” I said nudging him back

“Also I got you your favorite from McDonald’s. I’m making sure you eat. I can tell you haven’t eaten. I can see it in your face” he said

“Thank you Matt what would I do without you” I said smiling at him

“I’m not sure actually” he said

“Don’t get too cocky” I said pointing my finger at him

We laughed, and I pulled up to the drive thru. We got our food, and we headed back home

We got back to their house, and started to eat in the kitchen. Laughing and catching up. Matt occasionally looking over at me, giving me reassuring smiles and glances.

I spent the night at their house, and I slept in Matt’s room. We watched my favorite childhood movies as he kept asking me if I was okay, and taking small glances at me.

Eventually we ended up falling asleep.

What would I do without Matt?

The End

This was a request, but Tumblr is actually being a dickrider so it wasn’t letting me put it with my story. But anywho I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS ONE🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines

[deerlottie]

lottienat x reader for the fluff alphabet? 👀

forgive me i skipped a couple letters bc i didnt know how to respond 😭

a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what? lottie is DEF the most affectionate!! she'll take anything - physical, verbal, it doesnt matter. nat, on the other hand, is definitely much more of a verbal type of person. she'll shyly asks how you are or whisper in your ear that she loves you ;( but she really does love to hold ur pinkyyy >___<

b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone? NATTY IN THE MIDDLEEEEEE!!!! she secretly loves it...she feels so comfy n cozy when you and lottie rest your heads on her shoulder/chest when sleeping :( it also helps her fall asleep faster.

c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them? nat shows it more in actions than words. if you or lottie are feeling down, she'll bring your favorite food or just get in bed and cuddle without saying anything. lottie just really wants to help and will do anything in her power to make you two feel better. she knows sometimes you or nat don't like to talk about your feelings so she'll talk for you. just letting you know she's here for you without trying to baby you too much yk. but if you wanna be pampered she can do that!!!!!!!

d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or are is it a group affair? usually you or lottie plan them! nat is perfectly fine with just staying at home and being with you two so going out doesnt really matter. but, if lottie really wants to take you two to the mall and steal shop for you guys, she's more than willing. even tho she'll grumble the whole time about how she could be comfy on the couch >_> and it's most definitely a group affair. if anyone's missing, it just doesn't feel right.

e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events? lottie....if we're talking pre-crash, she ABSOLUTELY needs you and nat at a family event. she just cant handle it alone. even though it's still shitty, you two being there with her makes it even just a little better :3

f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved? usually over jealously i feel..nat knows that you both love her equally but she cant help but get insecure sometimes :( it'll just be a bad week for her and she sees you and lottie be overly affectionate and it gets to her head. slight yelling match that ends up with her or all of you crying but lottie's always so good with resolving fights :( if it's lottie starting an argument, i feel it'd last a few days until she eventually realizes how stupid it was to get angry over and bashfully comes crawling back with gifts and apologies

g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them? i love the idea of you being with lottie and nat just being like "scoot over, i love yall!!" 😭 there was always this obvious tension between you three and nat would always make 'jokes' about threesomes but she was serious!!!! she's lowkey been trying to tell you but shes sick of u and lottie not taking the hint so she just blurts out that she wants to be with both of you during a hangout

h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them? perhaps self indulgent...but lottie's really into photography! specifically film. she has her own darkroom in a spare bathroom and you and nat helped her set it up :3 she loves to take pictures of you and nat too :( almost half her rolls are of you two and she's made a couple of prints that she has hung up on a wall. i've posted about this before but nat is your little arty farty gf 😇 you n lottie are her biggest sources of inspo and she has dozens of paintings/sculptures that she's made for you. she loves watching you try and make something for her using any medium >_< once, you stole some of her clay and made her a cigarette tray with tits on it 😭😭 they looked more like lumps but she got the vision <3

i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after? lottie is most def the carer :3 she loves to pamper you and nat whenever youre sick like she'd genuinely do anything you ask. when nat's sick, she'll act like it's the end of the world and pretend to hate the way lottie babies her but we all know she secretly loves it...esp those tummy rubs.

j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else? natty :p shes the jokester of the group, along with van, and plays the most pranks. she knows her limits with teasing tho. she learned her lesson when she accidentally made you cry and lottie yelled at her

k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partners? lottielottielottie!!! she knows what's wrong from a mile away. and of course shes the best gf ever so she knows what to do. nat definitely still has some walls up but she's working on communicating her feelings with you both :(

l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partners/show them off? how do the rest tend to react - who revels in it, and who’s made shy by it? you love being shown off.. i feel like they'd do it the same amount?!!! lottie being like "and one lemonade for my beautiful girlfriend/boyfriend, please, waiter!" at a cafe and ur just hiding behind the menu and blushing.

m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side? secretly nat...catching her looking thru old photos and stroking them 😭😭 she'll act like she was just looking for a specific one or just throw the book at you while running away LMAO

n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together? you all really just fall asleep when you feel like it. sometimes nat falls asleep on the couch but she'll always wake up and go back in bed :( you and lottie have more a routine of falling asleep together (she's the little spoon)

p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as? they're all for it!!! some days nat just wants to hold your hand and that's it, but when she's feeling really needy or lovey dovey, she's all up on you!!!! lottie is much more affectionate and acts like those couples in the hall in high school....

s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners? nat :33333 someone will make the mistake of flirting with you/lottie at a party and Will ruin their whole night and you end up having to hold nat back from punching them 😭 LOTTIE THO....when she gets jealous it's genuinely scary....she wont talk and will just stare daggers at whoever is trying to take you or nat until they leave.

t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s? both pretty chill on them i feel!? nat especially. the most she'll call you is babe or baby. lottie will use honey, dear, angel, and ofc baby/babe :3

v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation? when nat plans the vacations, it's usually a staycation. there's really nothing more she loves than just chilling at home with you two on her side and watching a movie or show. she doesnt need to book a fancy and expensive hotel to show her love. lottie on the other hand... they're not too grand but she loves europe...France is her favorite...perhaps just an excuse to show off her french skills

x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close? they both text you constantly, even when you're just at the store. they dont really call that much unless it's an emergency or they just really miss your voice. nat really blows up your phone tho...esp when you're in class like she's asking about ANYTHING because she just wants to talk to you

y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)? ^NATTY. lottie will show how much she missed you when you get home by not letting you go until she thinks she's okay again (shes dramatic).

z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it? you were all pretty open and okay with letting nat in and no one had any doubts or hesitation!! it was the best decision of your lives!!!!! nat was eager to be let in tho LMAO she just really loved you guys </3

#scatorcciogf #lottienat thoughts 💭 #lottienat x reader #lottie matthews x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader

[hungrynessforfics]

Miles Morales WIPs!

So after the poll, most of y'all wanted me to post what I had so far so here it is! I plan to start one of these fics soon and post the first part. Please let me know what y'all think( let's keep it positive/ constructive criticism only please)

Earth1610 Miles

Cheater!Miles x Reader/yn

Miles Meets reader who just recently moved to NYC and takes immediate interest in her, despite his already-established relationship with Gwen. Reader/yn does eventually find out and confront him,

Reader/yn is black-coded!

College/Aged up Miles and Gwen for obvious reasons

Appears made by Hobbie

Angst, Fluff, and Smut(if i can summon up the courage)

Multi-part fic(maybe 6 pts?)

Excerpts:

EI: 

Y/n sighed, looking down at the glossy hardwood floor beneath her, one hand on her hip and the other reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. Her eyebrows furrowed in irritation, the breaths she took almost silent like a faint hissing sound and Miles could tell by her mannerisms it was an attempt to calm herself from lashing out at him. After an agonizing minute or so Y/n removed the hand on her face bringing it down to match the position of the other placed. Now with both hands on her hips, she finally looked up at the handsome yet irritating man before her to speak.

 “ Listen, Miles if you want to continue whatever this is…” she says flicking her index between the two of them, “...you need to figure out what you want out of the relationship you already got going on. Cause’ I ain’t NOBODY’S side piece, understand?” Her voice slightly raised in volume emphasizing the last part, before returning to her previous tone. “So until you do… don’t call me, text me, and I BET NOT catch yo ass climbing up my fire escape.”

EII:

“ Whatchu mean, how’d I know? Besides the obvious signs, almost every time you spent the night I’d wake up the next morning—and I wake up early, I’m talking 5:30 in the morning, you’d be gone. So I figured you either had to sneak back to ol’ girl at home OR yo ass is Spiderman, because nobody is roaming around Brooklyn at 3 in the morning besides that nigga.”

Miles x Venom!Reader

Miles still has lingering feelings for Gwen but after her betrayal he’s been distant. And after returning to his spider-verse he’s assigned to show the new late-term Vision’s student around. What he didn’t expect was for them to be his dream girl except for one tiny flaw…she’s Venom’s new host who’s been making criminals ‘disappear’ across Brooklyn.

Reader/yn again black coded

Anti-hero not necessarily a villain

Cute yn and Venom dynamic

Quick Eddie Brock cameo(he dies lol)

Mama Rio and Papa Jeff rooting for yall

Gwen of course

Miles and Reader do find out each other are Spiderman and Venom

Fluff and Angst

Excerpts:

EI: 

(Miles POV)

 I probably shouldn’t even be attempting to talk to anyone right now after the whole thing with Gwen, but I can’t help it this is all too familiar. New girl at Visions, I gotta show them around, we get cool and I catch feelings and—I find out she’s Spiderwoman from another universe great: not great. I barely even know the girl and I’m over here freaking out like a moron! I need to get my shit together quickly before she walks this way! Just chill out Miles calm ya nerves and just try and holla at her real quick; hopefully, this won’t be as painful and awkward as my first interaction with Gwen.

Earth42 Miles

Miles x Venom!Reader

Is different from the 1610 Miles version

After becoming Prowler with the help of his Uncle Aaron, Miles finds himself excessively tired and distracted, especially with the appearance of a new Visions student and a mysterious entity making the villains he keeps tabs on disappear.

Excerpts:

EI:

Miles Morales, most students at Visions knew who he was and few had seen him. Probably because he skipped classes too far in between due to his late-night activities and when he did show up for class he dimmed his presence to avoid being noticed. Granted he only really spoke to Ganke and rarely paid attention to the rest of the school’s population even the girls who threw themselves at him. However, it was easy to notice new transfer students at Visions, they stuck out like a sore thumb. Even for Miles, he’d see them once and just like everyone else continue ignoring them for the remainder of the school year. But this time, he physically wanted to slap himself on the forehead. The new girl has been sitting next to him for months and he’s not once noticed her, either she’s good at being quiet or his Prowler duties have fried his brain.

EII: 

“Take a picture; it'll last longer”, a feminine voice suggested; it was the end of the school day and everyone was rushing home. A new figure had caught Miles' eyes across the hall as he shoved his textbooks into his locker and he’d been staring at it ever since. The figure was the new girl Ganke had hinted at earlier during lunch who definitely felt someone staring at them. Catching Miles in the act she first tried giving a small smile, then waving ‘hi’, and eventually, two minutes had passed and dude was still staring! Having no explanation for the seemingly rude staring, they walked straight through the crowded hall to Miles who now finds himself in a dilemma.

Whipping his head to the source of the voice, Miles’ looked down at the attractive girl before him. “ I-uhh was I staring?”.

Seemingly annoyed the girl’s eyebrow lifted as she cocked her head braids swaying to the side. “You got a staring problem or somethin’?”, 

“No, I jus-..look I’m sorry for staring, I haven’t seen you around before.”

“I haven’t seen much of you around either, granted I’m new or whatever but you don’t see me gawking at every passerby!” she replied one hand perched on her hip.

“Is this how you NYC niggas act ‘round here? 'Cause if so I need to know now.”

Miles stifled a small laugh, he didn’t even mean to laugh it just happened. 

Staring in disbelief the girl in front of him was about to raise her index at him until he spoke again.

“Chill mami, I didn’t mean to offend you or nothing, what you said was funny I’m not gonna lie. Putting out his hand to shake he continued, “I’m Miles Morales, sorry for staring earlier and—laughing at you just now.”

Surprised by his sudden change in demeanor(and sultry accent) the girl before him flushed and nodded before coming back to her senses and shaking his hand in return.

“(Y/n)(L/n)....wait— you’re my missing lab partner from Chem 2! Where the fuck have you been?”

#earth 1610 miles morales x black! reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x black reader #miles morales x reader

[bumbburger]

So I found this AngelSoap +Human Ghost au drabble I started writing and don't remember a thing about it but yall can still see it

Simon stepped out of the bathroom of his modest apartment. No steam followed him, despite him just finishing a shower. He never used the warm water, too good for him, he always thought. Luxury was never his desire. He never sought it out, far too good for the Ghost. He put on his boxers and far-too-worn pair of sweatpants, electing to skip the shirt tonight. He brought his towel up to his head and rushed it over his hair until he was satisfied, the pale gold no longer dark from the water. He sighed, throwing the towel back into the bathroom, knowing he'd just pick it up later. He fell back into his equally modest bed, just long enough to suit his height and bulk, and laid awake to stare holes through his ceiling. He wiped a calloused hand over his face and turned his head rightly into his cold pillow.

Another long night, not that they bothered him anymore. A loud crashing outside disturbed his already unrestful night. First, he turned opposite to his single door and window from which the noise emanated. His eyes glued to his clock, bright red numbers burning his corneas.

1 A.M.

Goddammit.

He pealed himself from his bed and reached for an old sweatshirt on his rickety wooden dresser, slipping it over his head. Attached to the seam of the hood was a half-skull mask. He pulled it over his nose quickly and rushed to his door. A flashlight he had mounted to the wall, he pulled it down and kept it in his off-hand as he reached for his door. If only he didn't absolutely live for shit like this.

He felt so alive, opening his door to pursue something he couldn't see. Something he wanted to find, he was drawn to it. His socked feet moved themselves down the steps and onto the gravel, his brain in autopilot. His eyes flickered along the line of bramble that sat clutched to the opening of the woods. There was something out there, and he wanted to find it. Had to find it, whatever it was that had the audacity to disturb his sleepless rest. He cleared the brush with ease, tracking through the woods. It was cold, but no wind bit his bones. No breath escaped his mask. He trudged on, carried by the sound of soft thumping beyond the trees. Half a kilometer, his expertly trained ears predicted. That surpassed the woods, something was flailing on the moorside beyond.

Ghost needed to find it. He cleared the forest in a matter of minutes, suppressing his footsteps on the decaying foliage that littered the ground. The pale moonlight cast an eerie glow on moor, like a melancholy painting that you could feel hollowing your heart. The land was layered, gently sloping down at several points. Ghost listened for the thumping again, which he surely thought to be from one of the natural dips. He moved forward silently, using sparse patches of rock, and graciously placed long grass to cover himself. He stalked forward, never making a sound. The rustling became closer, clarifying into the sounds of a struggle. Ghost quickened his pace, heartbeat steady as a drum.

He was certain now that he was just about 10 meters from the scuffle. He posted up behind a conveniently sized rock, just enough to conceal his figure. Slowly, he peered out from his cover and immediately identified the silhouettes of three men. The two with the upper hand in the fight were quite some sizes larger than the man they had on the ground, who had his hands over his face defensively. The smaller one was not armed, nor was he intent on fighting; so what was the other two's angle?

Ghost's hand itched on his holstered knife, one of many on his person. He quickly calculated in his head that he wanted to help the defenseless man and ask questions later. He picked his target, electing the man closest to his right side. He pounced in one jarring motion, completely ripping the bigger man away from the engagement. With one stunned, he turned sharply to dig his knife into the calf of the second attacker, dragging him to cold ground. When Ghost's eyes met that of the smaller man's, he was only greeted with a mortified stare. As if he was mortified that Ghost had intervened.

What?

In Ghost's slight daze, he faltered just a moment. A moment long enough for the attackers to turn on him. This would prove to be a frugal effort. The instant one grabbed Ghost by his arms, the smaller man jerked upward from his defensive position.

"Shut your eyes!" He all but pleaded with Ghost, his accent proving to be Scottish. Ghost didn't know why, but he trusted him. His eyes fell shut with his free left arm covering them. He swore he saw splashes of light peer in over his sleeves, and suddenly, the deafening silence of nighttime fell upon the moor again. Save for the laboured breathing of one man in front of him.

Ghost dared to open his eyes now. They first scanned scene of the attack, searching for the enemy. There were no enemies to be found, but in moonlight Ghost saw two scorch marks on the cold grass.

What the hell.

His eyes fell upon a huddled shape on the ground. The small man was curled up, away from Ghost and breathing raggedly. Ghost stepped closer to him, remaining cautious.

"You alright...?" He asked him, voice hardly more than a whisper.

The small man still flinched at his voice. However, he did raise his eyes. Beautifully blue moonlit eyes met Ghost's amber stare.

"Been better..." He slurred out, accent heavy. His eyes scanned Ghost up and down. "Are ye hurt-?" He questioned.

Ghost was taken aback slightly. What should he care if he's hurt? He wasn't the one getting beat on the cold ground just moment before.

"M-me? I- yeah, I'm alright." Ghost replied.

The man grunts a bit.

"Mmf. Dinnae want 'em gettin' their hands on you... dangerous things, they are." He seemed genuinely concerned for Ghost.

Ghost was stunned. This stranger cares about him? How odd...

The man's head lulled back as he let out a huff. He had his left hand plastered to his side, a puncture wound lying beneath it. Ghost was certain there were various other injuries, but that one seemed the most dire. He didn't come all this way to start a fight and leave a presumably innocent man to bleed out on the ground.

"Well, I can't very well leave you out here, it's freezing." He knelt down by the man and positioned himself to scoop him off the cold grass. When he got no signs of disapproval, he proceeded. He elected to carry him bridal-style back to his own apartment. He had plenty of first aid there from patching himself up at home. He spared a glance back at the scorch marks, finding the whole situation completely fucked. He gave no more thought to it.

-----

The man awoke in an unfamiliar room, graced with an unfamiliar fabric covering his legs. A blanket, he determined. There was, however, a familiar masked face in the small kitchen that was attached directly to the bed area. He grunted as he propped himself up slightly. The man with the black balaclava, adorned with a skull print, had turned his head to glance at his guest.

"Up yet? I've got some questions for you." He ceased from what he was busying himself with in the kitchen and moved into the bed area to sit himself on a wooden chair beside it.

The smaller man looked down at himself, bandages covering his midsection. A gracious gesture from the bulky-skull man, he thought.

"Er, what'ye wanna know then?" He glances over the deep brown eyes that gazed right back at him. He'd never felt so intimidated by a human man-

Bulky-skull man crossed his arms across his broad chest.

"What's your name, then."

"'M name's Johnny- what're you called...?"

Skull-man's eyes lit up just a bit with amusement.

"Well Johnny, you can call me Ghost-"

"Oh I dinnae realize we're usin' our made up names- everyone calls me Soap."

Ghost was taken aback again. He stared holes into Soap. The audacity to get snarky with the man who gave up his bed and resources for a stranger's comfort-

Soap shifted uncomfortably. He avoided the Ghost's gaze, entirely worried that he'd offended him.

"I- I didn't mean to offend I just- I mean, I also have a nickname-" Soap rambled anxiously.

Ghost ceased his hellish stare.

"Relax. I'm not going to beat you up more after all the trouble to get you here. I've got more questions anyway." Ghost relaxed his posture and watched Soap close his mouth and loosen up a bit himself. His eyes met Ghost's again, attentively.

"What exactly happened when you had me close my eyes? I saw light."

Soap was silently hoping Ghost wouldn't mention... any of that. It all suddenly became complicated for him. He hesitated before he spoke, but ultimately decided to tell the truth.

"Soon as those beasts laid a hand on you, I had to smite 'em."

Ghost found the answer to be infuriatingly vague and cryptic.

"Alright, you're gonna have to give me a bit more than that." He watched Soap fidget with his hands a moment.

"'M not really s'posed to tell you..." He averted his gaze to his hands.

Ghost huffed through the fabric around his face.

"Take a look around. You're in my bed, in my apartment, using up my first aid. Now I'm not sure why in the hell I decided to let you in here at all, but we'll say it's because I'm intrigued by you. You owe me answers, and honest ones." Ghost's voice was a low growl, it made Soap shiver.

Soap interlocked his fingers and rested them on his lap. He glanced at Ghost for just a second but averted his gaze again.

"I'm uh... an angel. This is m' first time down here with all the humans... I'm the youngest one so I insisted on goin' off on my lonesome. Always wanted to explore down here, da's prettiest planet. But ah, the demons caught m' scent pretty easy. I wasn't really... prepared for 'em." He paused for a breath. When his eyes did finally meet Ghost's again, they were full of thought, and deadly attentive. Soap continued.

"So they got to beat the piss outta me, think they had a lot o' fun with that. Then along came you, n' you broke 'em offa me. But when they turned on you, I think my er, proper angel instincts took over. It's like a pulse of light, meant to cook the fuckers and send 'em back to hell. Y'know, I had no idea I could do that- never went well in my trainin' upstairs. Guess you changed that, though."

Soap took a breath and looked up at Ghost, expecting him to throw him out any second.

Ghost sat up a bit straighter. He took some time to formulate his next sentence.

"So you're heavens littlest Angel?" The question was moreso to poke fun at him.

"I guess I am... I mean, I'm only 27. M' siblings are all eons old celestial waves and- oh that's a joke isn't it?"

The amusement returned to Ghost's eyes. Oddly enough... he believed Soap's batshit fucking crazy story. The man- Angel- seemed quite lost himself. Ghost knew his next question.

"Have you got wings then?"

Soap nodded curtly.

"...Can I see?" Ghost asked.

"I dunno, can I hear your real name?" Soap offered.

Ghost scoffed lightheartedly. A counter offer? How bold.

"Simon."

Soap gazed at him, only now noticing the tufts of pale blonde hair that dared to peak out from his mask. Simon, Johnny liked that name.

Satisfied with Ghost's answer, Soap held up his end of the bargain. He leaned forward, allowing the once hidden wings to plume from his back and fill the room.

Ghost found himself stunned for what felt like the thousandth time that night. They were magnificent, incredibly well-kept wings. They were divinely white with baby blue hues striking down a few feathers, the same blue he held in his eyes.

"Where'd you hide those?" Ghost asked, breathlessly.

"Have to hide 'em because I'm not supposed to let you humans know what I am... like uh, blendin' in I suppose. House rules'n all..." Soap answered honestly, a bit crestfallen now.

Would this encounter get Soap punished? Ghost wondered if he'd made some horrible mistake in intervening now. Soap must have caught the nervousness in Ghost's eyes, because he spoke again.

"Don't worry Simon, heaven has much better things to do than peep in on me anymore, I hardly fit in up there. Still feel it's my duty to protect you though- demons might'a caught your scent too..."

Ghost almost laughed.

"I feel I'm the one who's done the protectin' so far. Anyhow, I've had enough holy talk tonight. I'm making some stew. You're gonna have some and then you're gonna get some rest while I try and find better accommodations for a little Angel like yourself." He was doing that thing with his voice, making it deep enough to rattle Soap's brain just a bit.

Soap realized he was a little hungry... he'd never been hungry before in his life. The earth was such a bizarre place, but now that he met Simon, he wasn't so terrified of being on his own.

Ghost got up to return to the kitchen. He was cooking now, cutting up a white onion on a paper plate. Soap watched him cook, he seemed very focused. Was this really how it was to live as a human? It was sort of cozy to him. The apartment was lit by soft yellow lamps and overhead lights, not so bright as to burn Soap's eyes but gentle enough to ensure he stayed sleepy.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap #soapghost au #soapghost fanfic #soap x ghost

[elliezlils11utt]

🩹SWEETHEART🏐

Mean/Volleyball player!ellie x soft!volleyball player!reader

Summary: you make it to the finals and hear rumors about a girl on the team your playing. Before your game against her you meet the mystery girl in the bathroom~ (pt: 1/?)

An: I really hope this kinda gets a little bit of attraction! My first time posting a actual fic on here!! Feedback would be highly appreciated🫶🏽🫶🏽

The scoreboard reads “10 | 24” second game. This could be the winning point. The ball flies into your hands as the players on the court shift into their new positions. The air in the room is thick and filled with anticipation. You smack the ball to the floor, slamming your hand in the middle of it. It jumps back into your grasp and you take a deep breath. You toss the ball above your head, throwing your arm back, readying your palm. You slap the ball forward, and is flys over the net. Quickly, you fall into line with the rest of your team.

“Got it!” you could hear one of the players from across the net call out to the rest of her team. She slides over to the ball and bumps back to your side of the court.

“Mine!” you claim the ball and throw yourself at it, passing it to your setter, Abby Anderson. Her finger tips graze the ball and it floats through the air. You watch as your teammate catches the ball mid air with her palm. She slams it on the floor of the opposing side and the crowd goes wild. Everyone rushes over into a huddle congratulating each other.

“Fuck yeah! Good game yall!” you shout over the crowds applauds.

After finishing up with the game you were taking a drink from your water bottle when your friend Dina appeared in front of you. She squealed a little before grabbing your hands.

“Oh my god! y/n you were so good out there!”

“Heh- thanks de!” you giggled.

“Looks like we're going to the finals. Do you know who we're up against?”

“Yeah actually. I heard you're going against jackson.” That name seemed so familiar..

“Jackson?” Abby cuts into your conversation. Dina nods eagerly. Confirming they were our new rivals.

“Oh shit. That's the team Ellies on right..?” abby asks

“You know Ellie..?” Dina tilted her head a bit in confusion.

“Um yes? She's all anyone in the league talks about. Supposedly she's really good on the court. And I've heard she's slept with a girl from every team she's defeated.”

“Oh um this is awkward…” dina states

“Ellie’s one of my best friends..”

You stand there a bit in shock. Your eyes widen and you giggle a little at the situation.

“Oh fuck, I- uh- sorry.” Abby stamers clearly embarrassed she was shit talking Dinas good friend.

You punch Abby in the arm playfully. You finish packing up your stuff and set off.

“Cya tomorrow so we can kick some jackson ass!” you call back to your remaining teammates as you leave the doors to the auditorium.

(Time skip bc I’m lazy☺️)

You stand in the mirror, fixing your hair into a high ponytail. You tie a dainty pink bow into your hair and pull the two front strands out. You grab your bag before heading off.

You arrive at the tournament center 30 minutes early to get some practice in. To your surprise a couple of your teammates had the same idea. As well as a couple people from the other team. So much for not getting distracted. You rush over to to teammates who are all huddling together giggling and whispering to each other staring across the net,

“Hey guys! What's up?” You turn to see what they are looking at but can't seem to find the source of their destruction.

“Williams.” One of them whispers and points to a short girl with short brown hair who was bumping a ball to herself. Her jersey is way too big for her and she wore tight black shorts. You look a little confused on why they were all gushing over her.

“Uh, so what..?” You ask, turning back to the group.

“So? She's so pretty! Don't you think so?”

“I guess? But shouldn't we be focusing on practicing? Common guys, we are so close to winning the tournament. Keep ur heads in the game.” you try to motivate them but their eyes stay glued to the girl. You mumble something under your breath and turn to head to the bathroom. They were being so immature. And during the finals?

You push the door open to the women's restroom and stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hands lay on either side of the sink. You bring the cold water up to your face and it splashes over your features. The door flies open and the same girl from earlier stomps in. She stops when she sees you and looks down at your jersey. Her eyes roll and she walks to the sink next to you. What was her problem? Your eyebrows knit themselves together and glance at her.

“Do you need something..?” She says in a blunt tone as she ties her hair into a bun that sits right above her neck.

“Oh- uh no.” you mutter as you turn around and lean on the counter. Silence falls between you for a second.

“I look forward to playing you! I heard you have a mean serve.” You compliment. Trying desperately to lighten the mood. The corners of her mouth curve into a sly smile.

“Yeah, jus don't get your sights set on winning, sweetheart.” Ellie hissed back, stepping in front of you. She winked at you as she walked out. Your mouth falls a little. You stand there in shock.

“What. the. Actual fuck” you mumble to youself. She may be pretty but god was she an asshole. You shake your head trying to get her out of it.

#tlou #abby tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #ellie tlou #volleyball player!ellie #mean!ellie #volleyball player!abby #best friend!dina

[gothy-froggy]

Full JJK Theory (Newest spoilers)

Look at my last post for context!

No because I thought about it more and you guys…I might actually be cooking.

Im pulling out a whole family tree and timeline for you all.

Timeline

We now know that Kenjaku is OLDER than Sukuna and had his ability at the time that Sukuna was in the womb to extract Jin’s soul.

Now; I don’t know how Kenjaku does it or how it works because yall im rusty on my knowledge and everything, but Kenjaku had to (or most likely) there when this happened. So what if,

He IS Sukuna’s mother? Bro is a brain parasite, they appear as human; a female specifically, and got this goal of theirs. It became an obsession and finds a man. Has twins, one eats the others so Kenjaku keeps the soul, holds onto it.

Kenjaku leaves Sukuna when he was young to plan or whatever. Sukuna gets sealed (idk how to explain it) with the fingers.

Now that was a thousand years ago in the modern time. Kenjaku was secretly working up the family of Itadori. Once Kenjaku becomes Wasuke’s mother and has him, they leave when he is young as well. Wasuke’s life becomes bitter, meets his wife.

The wife is Kenjaku, meaning the stitches are there. Then, Kenjaku takes Jin’s soul, becomes pregnant. Has Jin, then leaves after some time.

We’re now where you’ll see a pattern I think will be shown later on. The mothers and wives, are always leaving, disappearing, or dying. And when it comes to being a mother to Itadori members, they are leaving before they would really remember them.

This is because when they see the stitches, they aren’t like “wait, my mom had these” because Kenjaku will come back as their lovers with the stitches.

This might be why Wasuke is like “something’s wrong but I can’t put my finger on it.” When he meets Kaori. His wife had the stitches. Kaori now has the stitches. But he doesn’t know what’s going on so he doesn’t have proof.

Jin is just happy that he has his wife back. Kenjaku has Yuji. Kenjaku as Kaori and Jin are now both out of the picture so Jin doesn’t see the possible future as stop Yuji. Wasuke would just be seen has a crazy old man by the time he catches on.

You’re probably wondering, what is Kenjaku doing between the times that they aren’t in the Itadori life? Going between other families (I would suggest the Kamo family I suppose or another one completely) to go into hiding. He can’t go around as Itadori mothers and wives after disappearing. It’s suspicious

Family tree

Now originally in my first post, I explained the family tree like this image right here

Kenjaku having twins (being Sukuna and Jin), one eating the other, skipping over Wasuke’s parents, saying that Wasuke’s wife is Kenjaku who gives birth to Jin before becoming Jin’s wife and having Yuji.

Which let a plot hole because Wasuke looks related to Sukuna by looks just like Jin and Yuji.

But we can bring this pattern to Wasuke’s parents. Kenjaku could have been Wasuke’s mother who “mysteriously dies or disappears” which could start a main cause in his bitter life. Long before he could really remember her himself.

He meets his wife, who is Kenjaku and has Jin. Also “mysteriously dies or disappears” like his mother. This could explain why Wasuke was so suspicious of Kaori when she appears because if Kenjaku was his wife, that means the stitches were there. Seeing Kaori with similar or the same stitches would make him go on a spiral, but not having enough to prove what’s suspicious exactly.

Here is a slightly more detailed version of the family tree

Kenjaku would have more control as a woman when it comes to birth so I would assume that Kenjaku during these times decided to be female for this part of the plan. There seems to be a pattern when it comes to wives and mothers in this family.

Kenjaku and Kenjaku’s plan

We know that Kenjaku’s plan has relations with all of humans and curses living as one or whatever. I’m not going to explain that I’ll give myself a headache. But how did this obsession start? Long before Sukuna’s existence. Kenjaku has had this plan for over a thousand years.

With the theory of Kenjaku, a curse in a human body with a human man, made Sukuna. Someone who is human but has the capabilities like curses. And this obsession, this plan, Kenjaku starts the plan. Knowing that Sukuna is the one who can achieve this plan, Kenjaku waits to make the perfect vessel that can live while Sukuna is using them as a vessel. Yuji Itadori.

And for those who say that Kenjaku didn’t have a concrete idea with Yuji and his parents, it can be either Kenjaku lied or this is the somewhat more solid part of the plan.

But I think it was a lie. Reasons is because what would’ve happened if Kenjaku told the ones around them about Yuji being related to Sukuna? Who knows- it could’ve ruined the plan entirely. So they keep it a secret.

But I want to point out that Kenjaku’s plan feels like we haven’t seen all of the hard work put into it. If it’s a thousand years old plan, there’s a LOT of steps that has been taken place. Kenjaku hasn’t taken that many that we’ve seen. And I think because it’s now a more stand and watch, fix a few things here and there. Because the hard work to get to that point has already been done. Which was the ENTIRE Itadori family.

So my theory is

#jjk thoughts #jjk theory #jjk spoilers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #ryomen sukuna #Sukuna #kaori itadori #jin itadori #yuji itadori #itadori wasuke

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Ominis Gaunt x G/N! Reader

cw: anxiety, hl spoilers, a shared trauma, blood

synopsis: reader escapes their trauma in a way Ominis isn’t to keen on

Your fingers rapped at the door nervously, you pulled your hand back placing it back on the strap of your bag. Your heart seemed to be pounding out of your chest, you wanted to turn around and head home but it was too late. The door swung open, revealing your disheveled looking husband. Despite lacking site he knew if was you, “Darling, what happened?” His voice calming your anxiety, “why were you out in the rain… you reek of blood- it’s not your right?!?”

You bowed your head “not all of it” you responded, he grabbed your hand tugging you into the warmth of the house. He cast a spell lighting some candles, not for him but for you, so caring in that way. He pulled a chair put for you getting a rag and getting to work assessing the damage. Scars had seemed to collect on your skin since your fifth year, the spots only reminding you of the darkest years of your life.

You flinched as his fingertips met your skin “sorry” “sorry” the words fell from both your lips at the same time, small laughs accompanying it.

When he finished patching you up, he sighed waiting for your explanation. “What was it this time?” you bit your lip, you hated worrying him with your problems. You knew after everything your fifth year, you weren’t the only one suffering from the trauma. You just couldn’t seem to cope with it, everything you tried wasn’t working despite it being five years since.

“You left without even leaving me a sign to where you were! What if you never made it home? What would I do then?” A tear fell down your cheek as you looked down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to worry you.” he remained stone faced at the response.

“I need you to tell me, whats going on in that brilliant mind of yours, dove.” His hands reached out to yours gently clasping over them. “The nightmares are back.” your voice was small, but he heard you. He hadn’t known the past was still haunting you as much as it was him.

“You too?” you just nodded allowing him to pull you into him. “why don’t we try something?” you looked up at him nodding into his chest. “I know you wanted to just pretend it didn’t happen, but what if instead we talk about what happened, just to each other. Just you and me, dove. If it doesn’t work we’ll stop but let’s just try it for the sake of trying something different.” You weren’t sure it was going to work but for him you’d try it.

—time skip—

you awoke to the sun coming in through the curtains hitting your face, and your lovers fingers tracing your features. “Morning, dove. How did you sleep?” You smiled into the hand that was on your cheek, “a lot better than I used to.” He pressed a kiss into your lips a smile gracing both pf your faces.

Six months since you’d had a nightmare, your trauma no longer held you captive. You spent your nights in the blonds arms, no longer leaving him in the middle of the night. His fears finally being quieted by knowing you were safe at night and not fighting poachers god knows where.

“Can we go back to sleep now?” he laughed lightly, “I already let you oversleep,” hugged the man above you, “but I’m so comfy and I don’t want to move” he groaned before finally giving in agreeing to give you another five minutes, which of course turned into and hour.

—-

i know that took longer than usual to get something out but i keep getting sick so i apologize. Lifes been a little hectic as of late and my priorities are health and school so its a little difficult at the moment to post, but im trying! love yall

#fanfic #hogwarts legacy x y/n #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt x gn reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis x mc #ominis x gn reader

[plumpinky]

Zoro X AFAB Reader

MDNI 18+

CW: Degradation, name calling, breeding, dirty talk

AN: This is my first fic I am ever posting. Be gentle. Honestly just some shameless smut. Some drabble I have had on the mind lately. Zoro is a dom to me and I think he would fuck just like this lol let me know what yall think. I would like to post more but with school, work, and a baby we can only see. If you have any helpful suggestions or tips I would love to hear it.

Pre-time skip Zoro (at least in my mind)

Please don’t repost

Zoro shoved your head into the floor of the crow’s nest. One hand gripping your hair, the other holding your hip. He slowly pushed his cock in and out of your dripping wet cunt, pulling it all the way out before brutally shoving it back in. Mesmerized by your greedy pussy swallowing him entirely with each thrust. You tried your best to control the volume of your moans, but Zoro tugged your hair every time you got too quiet for his taste.

“Zoro, please,” you begged.

He grunted as he let go of your hair, harshly gripping your hips and pulling your ass up more to meet his hips. His thrust went from slow and teasing to fast and hard, fucking you with no mercy.

“You wanted to be treated like a slut today, huh? You could’ve just asked rather than flirt with that stupid cook right in my face,” he huffed.

“No! It wasn’t like th-ah,” you moaned. Zoro snapped his hips, hitting your sweet spot as a sign to shut your mouth. No amount of groveling would change the relentless pace he was going. Truthfully you couldn’t get enough of Zoro’s wrath. He had been sleeping and training most of the day, oblivious to all the advances you threw his way. You finally had enough, so you turned to your last resort, Sanji. One sweet smile and flirty giggle the blonde’s way, and suddenly you had Zoro’s full attention. When Sanji turned away from you, Zoro grabbed your arm, taking you straight to the crow’s nest, which is how you got exactly what you wanted from the swordsman, an amazing fuck.  

Once satisfied, Zoro’s thrust finally stopped now that you were a babbling mess. He brought his hands behind his head while looking down where you both connected. “Fuck yourself on my cock like a good slut.”

You followed his command and threw yourself back onto Zoro’s dick as fast and hard as his previous pace. Since he was so strong, no matter how rough you fucked yourself on him, Zoro didn’t budge. Giving you free rein to as much pleasure as you desired. Screaming and moaning about how much you adored his cock. He tried hard to remain composed as he watched your pussy swallow him with each thrust. Your dripping cunt was clenching around his thick cock, begging for release. Zoro loved that he was the only one who could bring you to this state. A slutty mess who could only think about his dick, needing to be fucked by only him. He couldn’t take how tightly you squeezed his dick anymore.

“Cum on my cock now.”

Without missing a beat, you threw yourself back, taking all of Zoro’s cock deep inside you, cumming on command. Grinding yourself on his dick, trying to prolong your pleasure. Zoro’s resolve finally snapped, bringing his body down to cover yours, caging you against the ground. He brought one arm around your neck as he started to brutally fuck you through your orgasm, his breathy moans against your neck.

“Z-Zoro! Too much, I c-can’t..”

“You can take it,” he groaned into your ear. “Take it like the good slut you are. You wanted to be fucked like a whore, ya?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. Tears were coming to your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Cum for me again. Make a mess for me.”

You felt Zoro smirk against your neck as he pounded into you even harder. The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy echoed through the crow’s nest. Another orgasm built quickly since your pussy was still sensitive from the first. You screamed as you let yourself go on Zoro’s dick, your pussy spasming from the pleasure as you squirted all over him. Making a mess just like he had asked. He groaned, getting lost in the intense pleasure of your pussy, his hips never slowing. Soon his thrust became sloppy, and you knew he was close to finishing.

“Cum inside me, please, Zoro. Please fill me up.”

His arm tightened around your neck. You could feel his cock twitch at your pleas. He moaned into your ear, his pace never slowing down.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!”

“Whose cock do you love?”

“Yours!”

“Who fucks you the best?”

“You! You, Zoro! You do, I can’t get enough!”

Your cries finally pushed Zoro over the edge as he let out a deep moan. He shoved himself deep into your tight cunt, painting your walls with his cum. You couldn’t hold back one last orgasm over his pulsing cock. Zoro held himself against you while you both came down from each other high. He carefully slipped himself out from your messy cunt, hypnotized by your pretty pussy gradually dripping his seed.

You panted on the ground, ass still in the air as you were still reeling from your orgasms. You shot up and yelped from the sudden pain when Zoro pinched your butt. He grabbed you, pulling you close as he kissed your neck just as you were about to scold him. You giggled from the kisses wrapping your arms around his.

“C’mon, beautiful, let’s get you cleaned up.”

#one piece smut #roronoa zoro #zoro x y/n #brainrot #the way i am down bad rn #anime one shot #anime smut #anime fanfic #one piece fanfic #zoro

[messenger-of-stupidity]

What did he do

Helloooo. I don’t know why I do this mini introduction things. Does anyone actually read them or do you just skip straight to the story below the cut? I don’t even know. Anyways, have some random conversations I think would happen in the mate group chat because it makes me happy. 

Also I’ll never say if these conversation are based off real conversations I’ve had/seen/heard before or not. Feel free to speculate.

CW: Crack, fluff, Angel has hoes, Sweetheart likes causing drama, Baabe likes gossiping, Sam is in over his head, GN listeners (any reference towards a gender is purely for the memes)

Redacted Masterlist

<- Previous _____ Next ->

Sam has joined the chat

Angel: YEEHAW MAN!

Baabe: Chainsaw man but from Publix edition

Sam: I feel like I’ve made a mistake.

Sweetheart: oh you absolutely have but now im not the only empowered one here

Angel: and that is what we call ✨ratios✨

Angel: How fast can werewolves run?

Baabe: this feels like a beginning to a joke

Angel: no im genuinely asking for my wellbeing

Sweetheart: really fast

Sam: Not as fast as vamps, but still pretty damn fast. Dare I ask why you need to know?

Angel: he used a comma that scares me.  Angel: psychopath behavior Angel: i put my dirty sock on the table

Sam: I think you misspelled ‘grammatically correct’ as ‘psychopath’

Baabe: ill pray for u angel

Angel: my funeral attire is ‘dress slutty u sluts’

Sweetheart: ha. you really think you’ll have a funeral? thats funny

Angel: ┏( ͡ಥ ﹏ ͡ಥ)┛

Sam: Has anyone heard from my mate lately?

Sweetheart: we’ll break you of your capitalization habit yet.

Angel: no y?

Baabe: are they missing i can tell ash

Angel: break up with him and date me instead

Sam: They said they were going to the pack meeting a few hours ago and haven’t come back. I’m just paranoid since the whole Quinn incident has resurfaced again.

Angel: the pack meeting isnt over yet. davey talks alot dw

Sam: Okay. Thank you, Angel.

Angel: mom he used a comma again come pick me up im scared

Baabe: dw im on my way

Sweetheart: how long do you think it will take Milo to notice I stole his shoes?

Angel: my life is over pray for me yall

Sam: Another dirty sock?

Baabe: tell. me. everything.

Angel: davey left me at costco Angel: ill never get home again Angel: he doesnt love me anymore

Sam: I can call David if you’d like. Sam: Wait, you have your phone. Why not just call him?

Angel: i have low battery so i need to text you guys and post about it on snap and insta

Sweetheart: can you stop whining already Angel? i’m outside to pick you up.

Angel: if i had a ring pop i would marry u

Angel: sam

Baabe: sniff snoff i smell tea

Angel: sam

Sam: Yes?

Angel: bippity boppity your land is now my property

Sam: I don’t know why you felt the need to text me that when I’m sitting right next to you.

Angel: because ur in monopoly jail and i dont go there for no hoe

Baabe: brutal

Sweetheart: wtf

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted angel #redacted baabe #redacted babe #redacted sam #redacted sweetheart #redacted mates group chat #crack #fluff

[ghostxrose]

Of Monsters and Men | Bakugo Katsuki x OC

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, potentionally triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Hey, Lovelies! Here's chapter three and four will be up right after I post this one! My husband and I will be going out of town for a bit, so yall get a double-update treat! Enjoy, Lovelies! <3

“Toya, are you sure it’s okay for us to be doing this..? Dad will kill us if he finds us out here without him or Mom..” Natsuo quietly asks, his body language screaming how nervous he is as they all walk along.

Toya lets out an annoyed huff, waving a dismissive hand in the air, “If you’re going to be such a scared little baby, then you can go back to the house.” He says without turning around to face his younger brother.

“We’ll be fine, Nats. We’ll only be down at the beach for a bit; play in some waves, make sandcastles, admire the stars or whatever, then we’ll head back.” Azusa tells Natsuo, reassuringly wrapping an arm over his shoulders.

“Yeah, Nats! C’mon, this is going to be so fun! It’s a full moon tonight, so we have plenty of light to play wave tag in!” Fuyumi exclaims with a wide smile as she skips across the sand.

With another huff, this time one of slight guilt for being snappish, Toya turns around to face his three siblings, “Exactly what they said, Squirt. Look, I just want to make the most of this vacation. You know that Dad doesn’t get a lot of leave days, so who knows when we’ll be back and dammit a night swim at the beach is something everyone should experience! Even you brats!” He lightheartedly jabs with a playful smile as he continues to walk backward on the beach.

“Hey-”

“-m not a brat-”

“Toyaaaa-”

Azusa, Natsuo, and Fuyumi all playfully whine out with giggles and smiles on their faces as they all charge their older brother. A game of tag ensues; laughs echo in the air, sand and water being flung at one another, and pure joy exudes from each of the Todoroki siblings.

A yelp escapes Azusa’s mouth when she feels Toya squish a fat handful of sand into the top of her head, ensuring that grains of sand bury themselves in her hair.

“Oh my god, Toya! You are so dea-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Attention Rangers, report to the Mess Hall for breakfast, then report to Bay 3 at 0600 immediately following breakfast for your co-pilot and Jaeger assignments. Attention Rangers, report-”

Azusa groans at the AI voice grating at her ears and she blindly reaches a hand out to shut off the alarm and the accompanying repetitive message. As she pulls herself from her bed, she tries to cling to the faint feeling of happiness she gained from the memory she relived in her sleep. She makes her way to her dresser, pausing before opening up the sock drawer to pick up a photo of her late brother.

“Today is the day I officially become a pilot, Toya.. I’ll even get to pilot your old Jaeger. D-don’t worry, Toya, I’ll m-make sure t-to take care of her f-for you.” Azusa whispers to the photo, barely getting her promise out past the painful lump in her throat. She gently sets the photo back down on the dresser and takes a few deep breaths then proceeds to get ready for the day.

Once dressed and as mentally ready as she can be, Azusa leaves her room and heads for the Mess Hall. Fuyumi never showed up to accompany her, which happens from time to time especially when Rangers are woken up earlier than usual. A small and quiet voice whispers how much it wants to be in bed still in the back of Azusa’s mind as the elevator descends. She lets out a tired sigh as she steps off of the elevator when it stops but quickly rights herself out as she enters the Mess Hall.

Azusa heads for the food line when she’s roughly shoulder-checked by somebody quickly moving past her. “Watch it,” she hisses out just before she registers the tall, broad, and blonde-haired being cutting in front of her. Sticking up his middle finger, Bakugo turns to shoot Azusa an arrogant smirk before turning back toward the stack of trays at the start of the food line. Azusa’s jaw clenches, her blood immediately boiling, but before she can spit any venom at Bakugo, Kendo and Tetsutetsu come up to her.

“Asshole,” Kendo says harshly under her breath as she casts a glare at the back of Bakugo’s head.

“I feel sorry for whoever his co-pilot ends up being,” Tetsutetsu adds as the three of them grab their trays and join the food line.

“Hopefully whoever it is can help him pull his head out of his ass.” Azusa quips quietly, causing her two friends to snicker as all three of them watch Bakugo’s knuckles go white from how hard he grips his tray.

Breakfast goes by without any more spats, surprisingly enough to Azusa. She had to hide it in the moment but she was genuinely shocked that Bakugo hadn’t attempted to fight the trio when they were shit-talking him literally right behind his back. All she had gotten for her comment was an ugly, snarl-twisted glare shot at her before he stomped off to “his” table.

All too soon, Rangers across the entire Mess Hall began standing to clear their places and head for the Shatterdome. An air of nervousness and excitement settles amongst the collective of newly graduated Rangers as they all gather around the elevators. Azusa blankets her nerves with perpetual stoicism and forced calm. She observes that Kendo has chosen to take occasional deep breaths while Tetsutetsu finds that yammering on endlessly about random crap soothes his nerves. It’s only when the group of new Rangers are all standing at attention at the mouth of Bay 3 with Marshal Todoroki and Marshal Aizawa in front of them that a suffocating silence ensue.

Marshal Todoroki’s judgmental gaze sweeps over the group as Marshal Aizawa’s stern gaze serves as a silent reminder to take this seriously. Marshal Todoroki clears his throat, making everyone tighten up their positions.

“At ease, Rangers.” Marshal Todoroki finally says after a couple of moments of tense silence. “Before we announce the co-pilot pairings and Jaeger assignments, I wanted to remind you all that this is not a game. This is not your childhood dream nor is it your chance at 15 minutes of fame. This is war. You are Rangers now, fighting for the sake of saving humanity.” Marshal Todoroki firmly states, his tone deadly serious.

“This is reality and in this reality, in this war, you are all putting your lives on the line. You may die. Your co-pilots may die. Your friends may die. But with those facts of this hellish reality looming over our heads, I thank you for your service and hope that you all live to see the day we win this war.” Marshal Todoroki ends his speech, both he and Marshal Aizawa straightening up and saluting.

The group of Rangers, collectively torn between shitting their pants from fear and keeping their cool, straightens up and salutes back. Azusa, while fully grasping the seriousness of the situation, inwardly cringes a bit at the lack of encouragement from her father. ‘Did I really expect him to be any sort of encouraging, though?’ She ponders bitterly as she and the rest of the group relax their positions.

“Onto announcing the co-pilot pairings and Jaeger assignments,” Marshal Aizawa says, drawing every pair of anticipation-filled eyes on him.

As Marshal Aizawa read off the names of pairs of co-pilots and their assigned Jaegers, Azusa’s stomach began to churn a bit. As much as she tried to will away the feelings of nervousness and slight dread, the roiling feeling refused to go. Occasionally her eyes connected with those of her father’s, making matching his steely and stoic gaze the only easy thing about this whole event.

“Rangers Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, you both will be the pilots of the Jaeger; Steel Riot.” Marshal Aizawa announces, then sends a sharp glare at the two as they move to high-five and cheer, stopping them in their tracks.

“Rangers Hado and Kendo, you both will be piloting the Jaeger; Battle Fist.” Marshal Aizawa continues, letting the smiles the girls shoot each other slide despite the air of professionalism.

“Rangers Bakugo and Todoroki, both of you will be piloting the Jaeger; Bravo Inferno.” Marshal Aizawa says, casting a slightly wary glance between Azusa and Bakugo.

As soon as she had heard Bakugo’s name in the same sentence as hers, every single other word out of the man’s mouth became muffled by static. Her stomach now burns with a nasty mix of anger, dread, and loathing. She hears a curse-filled outburst that undoubtedly comes from Bakugo, but she is too focused on glaring at her father to acknowledge the brash blonde.

Marshal Todoroki pointedly avoids meeting Azusa’s eyes, his stoic gaze shifting over the other Rangers. Azusa clenches her jaw, her teeth grinding together as she continues to glare, half registering the stern words from Marshal Aizawa’s reprimand toward Bakugo. She can’t understand why her father or Marshal Aizawa thought that pairing her with Bakugo would be a good idea.

‘There is absolutely no way we will be able to work together, let alone Drift smoothly! This doesn’t make any fucking sense! He’s a stubborn asshole who will get us both killed if we’re even able to Drift successfully! Son of a fucking bitch-’ Azusa seethes as she half listens to Marshal Aizawa continue with assignments. Eventually, the assignment announcements come to an end and the group of Rangers are being led to Loccent’s command center while the first Jaeger and its pilots are being prepped for their first test run.

Azusa and the other newly graduated Rangers watch as team after team take their turns with their Jaegers, going through their first Drifts. Her peers cheer and congratulate each other with every successful display. Azusa offers her own words of praise when Tetsu and Kendo come back from each of their own successful Drift sequences with their co-pilots. Finally, the moment that she has been dreading comes when Marshal Aizawa tells her and Bakugo to go suit up.

The tense and rage-filled air between Azusa and Bakugo could be cut with a knife as the two don’t utter a word, let alone spare a glance at each other while techs help them suit up. The two enter the Conn-Pod of Bravo Inferno, Bakugo stomping his way over to the right-side pilot harness without even asking what side Azusa would prefer. As much as she would have preferred piloting from the right, she lets it go with an annoyed roll of her eyes.

Mechanisms lock Azusa into place when she steps into the foot-holds and places her back against the harness. The soft hissing and clicks coming from her right tell her that Bakugo hasn’t decided to leave the Conn-Pod in an anger-filled rage. Azusa takes a deep breath, using the cool oxygen being pumped into her helmet as an aid to shove down her growing dread.

“Alright, Rangers, let yourselves flow through the Drift. Remember Random Access Brain Impulse Triggers, or RABIT, don’t chase it and don’t fight it. Just like in your simulations, do not get stuck in the memories. Are you ready?” Marshal Aizawa’s voice coaches through the Comms, his voice firm but holding the slightest amount of hesitance.

“Whatever! Let’s just get this over with!” Bakugo snarls out, smothering her confirmation of readiness. Marshal Aizawa doesn’t even bother reprimanding him, just lets out a tired sigh before getting off of the Comms.

Azusa straightens up and tries to force the tension from her body as the AI voice speaking through the Comms counts down the seconds til neural handshake. She leans back a bit and closes her eyes, the final seconds ticking down. A gasp is ripped from her mouth and her body jerks as her consciousness is sucked into a flurry of memories, both hers and Bakugo’s.

Flashes of her childhood play before her eyes, good moments blurring together into bad. She sees herself running around and laughing as she chases her siblings. Watches as her past self cheers and gloats over beating Toya in a video game. Feels it when memories of her father angrily shouting at her and her siblings when they did something wrong or embarrassed him in some way fly by. Unaware of her body’s labored breathing, new memories flash across her mind’s eye, memories that are new to her but not to Bakugo.

Azusa watches as a younger version of the blonde marches across a playground seemingly commanding those that follow him. Another memory bleeds through and she sees an older, female version of Bakugo cleaning his younger version’s knee. The woman, his mother Azusa assumes, says something that makes Bakugo’s younger self reluctantly giggle before that memory fades into another. This time, Azusa sees a teenage Bakugo gripping tightly onto a family photo. His face is twisted into anger and anguish, tears sliding down his cheeks and his jaw clenched. Everything fades out completely and with another gasp, Azusa is dropped back into reality, feelings and thoughts that aren’t hers invading her brain.

“Right hemisphere calibrating,” the AI voice from before guides, as Azusa and Bakugo lift their right hands up in sync.

“Left hemisphere calibrating,” the AI continues, Bakugo and Azusa raising their left hands up in sync.

“Holy shit,” Bakugo breathes out over the Comms and Azusa can feel his awe as much as she can feel her own.

The pair’s thoughts fall into sync seamlessly as they move to show off a bit. Moving together fluidly the two raise their fists and bend their knees, getting themselves and the massive machine they now control into a fighting position. Feeding off of the impressed looks and cheers from onlookers, they quickly move into a different stance. Their brains and bodies following the same train of thought, they straighten up and bring one fisted hand to the palm of their opened one. Bakugo’s overwhelmingly confident and flashy ego reminds Azusa of Toya, a bit of sadness flashing through her mind when-

“Where the fuck is he?! Where is Toya?! He can’t be dead! Please, no no no-”

Flinching at the painful drop back into reality, Azusa groans and tries to make out what the voices she’s hearing are saying, “-roki and Ranger Bakugo, you are both out of alignment! Please try to re-stabilize yourselves!” Iida’s slightly panicked voice rings through Azusa’s ears.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m good now-” Azusa tries to say, but she is cut off by Marshal Aizawa getting on the Comms.

“You’re stabilizing, Todoroki, but Bakugo is still way out of it! Bring him back, now!” Marshal Aizawa commands with urgency.

“Dammit- Bakugo, listen to me! Snap out of it! It’s just a memory, you have to come back to reality!” Azusa shouts across the three-foot gap between her and Bakugo.

Unfortunately, nothing seems to be getting through to the blonde as he stands in place, stock still. His eyes have a faraway look in them, his face fearful and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. But Azusa keeps trying to get to him, closing her eyes and sinking into her mind to try to find where his went.

When she opens her eyes again it’s raining and she’s standing among the rubble remains of a building. Her gaze sweeps the area, not finding her co-pilot anywhere but instead catching on the form of his younger self. This version of Bakugo appears to be the same teenage version from the earlier memory. Once again, she looks around at all of the broken pieces of the building and pieces together that it used to be an apartment complex.

She looks back at teenage Bakugo when she hears him cough and groan as he moves to sit up from where he is lying. In the distance, she can hear helicopters and there’s a slight rumble from the ground beneath her, but all she can focus on is the boy in front of her. Teenage Bakugo stands up slowly with a dazed and pained look on his face as he grabs at his bleeding torso. More blood runs down the side of his face from his hairline and overall he doesn’t look too good.

Azusa watches as he looks around, clarity coming back to him as concern floods his features. He stumbles forward, desperately searching for something among the rubble surrounding them.

“Ma? Pops?” He calls out, his raspy and cracking voice echoing throughout the destroyed landscape. A few tears escape his eyes and he furiously wipes them away before continuing his search for his parents. A few feet away from where he had woken up, Bakugo stops cold in his tracks.

“N-no,” he brokenly whispers out, looking down at a pile of broken concrete slabs.

Azusa slowly walks up behind him, morbid curiosity getting the better of her, admittedly. A horrified gasp leaves her mouth as her stomach lurches at the sight of a hand sticking out from beneath the rubble. Slender fingers lay slightly crumpled and limp on the ground, a silver wedding band coated in dust sitting snugly on the ring finger. Acid burns at the back of Azusa’s throat when she recognizes the small ruby adorning the ring.

“No, no, no! Damn it!” Bakugo’s gut-wrenching shouting breaks Azusa’s attention away from her horrible realization.

Turning to her left, Azusa sees teenage Bakugo on his knees next to a body half-covered by rubble. Part of a re-bar sticks out of the side of the body’s chest and her nausea hits full force, once more, as Azusa walks over to Bakugo. When she reaches him, his face is buried in his hands as he sobs and his shoulders shake violently. Azusa looks down at the body before them and with a broken heart she realizes that it’s the man from the family photo from the other memory; Bakugo’s father.

Lost within the shared feelings of loss, grief, and pain, neither she nor Bakugo registers the sound of emergency personnel making their arrival. It’s only when a paramedic is crouched down in front of Bakugo do either of them briefly break from their grief. Bakugo, expressionless and silent, gets ushered to an ambulance with a dust-covered picture frame in his hands, the glass of it shattered and the whole thing is overall broken.

Teenage Bakugo passing out in the back of that ambulance is what snaps them back to reality, both of their bodies giving out on them. Alarms are blaring throughout the Conn-Pod and voices shout at them through the Comms. Looking out of the window of the Conn-Pod, Azusa watches the arms of the Jaeger slowly fall to its sides. As the glow of them fades out, she realizes that one of the weapons had been engaged during the traumatic flashback and a dulled shiver runs down her spine.

Ignoring the continued shouting from whoever is on the Comms, Azusa removes her helmet and releases herself from her harness. She rushes over to Bakugo, hands out ready to steady the man as he stumbles from his harness’s release. He rights himself, though, and shakes the look of sadness from his face to replace it with a harsh glare. He rips his helmet off as he steps away from Azusa.

“Get the fuck away from me.” He seethes out before running a hand over his face to wipe away the remaining tears. Shoving past her with little care, Bakugo storms his way out of the Conn-Pod leaving Azusa alone to deal with the torrent of emotions flooding her brain.

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Hellfire’s Mama fox; Eddie Munson x fem!oc Chap. 6.1

*Author’s note*

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY EDDIE MUNSON!!! One year ago today you came onto the show and literally stole ALL of our hearts. Unfortunately I couldn’t get the whole chapter done but I’d be damned if I didn’t at least post up something in honor of the one year of season 4 of Stranger things for his debut. So to any and all readers out there enjoy part one of this chapter and I hope to have part two up in like a day or so.

Now this chapter specifically is set in Eddie’s POV cause one I said it could be and two it’ll really show just how much Eddie cares for Roxxi and it really needed to be from his POV esp. this chapter after what happened in the last chapter. 

Warnings: Flirty Eddie MAJOR FLIRT AND TEASE!! Some mentions of angst, mentions of suicide (past event not current in this timeline), fluff, SMUT (the next part will be some MAJOR smut so underaged blogs or bot blogs you’ll be blocked I’LL BE CHECKING)!! 

Chapter 6;

The Bard and the Elf-witch’s anniversary

6.2 CONTINUES HERE

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*Eddie’s POV*

The rest of the week went by in a blur.  Even though she says she’s fine, I knew Roxxi still kept thinking back to her encounter with her cousin Steve Harrington.  God if only I had known, hell I’ve been over to Family video throughout the summer and I didn’t even see Harrington once whilst I went in there to rent Wayne and me a movie.

It was Friday and as unfortunate as it is, I had begged Roxxi to take a mental health day.  She didn’t need the stress of Fridays piling up on her with all that’s been buzzing on her mind.  And as promised (more like forced) I had agreed to come to class and take notes for her.

Truthfully I hated leaving her alone when she got this way. The last time she was like this after an encounter with Steve, she had slit her wrists in her own bathroom.  Had I not gotten there in time, I—I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.

“Eddie, you alright man?” asked Gareth.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just thinking about Roxxi.” I said picking out a pretzel from my bag and popping it into my mouth.

“You still wanna go through with Hellfire tonight?”

“Of course. You know the rules. Just didn’t feel right leaving her alone today, that’s all.”

“Still going off about you know who?” asked Jeff as he sat down with his lunch.  I hummed with a soft nod.  “Say isn’t yall’s anniversary coming up or something?” I perked up.

“Already? Jesus Christ last year it felt like a fucking eternity for it to come.”

“Maybe you can cheer her up on your anniversary. You always seem to make her day brighter every September the 21st.” Gareth said.

“What’s September 21st?” Dustin’s voice soon spoke up as he and Mike finally joined out table.

“Eddie and Roxxi’s anniversary.” Gareth told them.

“Wait so you guys—are you guys really married or is it like—” Mike started off but I flicked a pretzel at his head.

“No you little shithead.” Not yet anyways.  “Today marks the first time Roxxi and I met back in the sixth grade. She wore a Queen t-shirt, which I’ll praise her for. Her hair was done in a tight-knit ponytail and she had in her hands her journal which had various band and solo artist names written all over it. All ranging from Queen to REM, to Elton John and Bowie. Even Fleetwood Mac made the cut. She sat down at a table far in the corner, looking like a lost little fox kit. But that’s to be expected when someone goes from the 4th to 6th grade.”

“Wait she what?” asked Dustin incredulously.

“Oh yeah. Back in the day she was like a female Einstein or some shit. So much so the school board thought she could skip the 5th grade entirely and go straight into sixth. Which made her a target to some of the sixth grade bullies.”

“And one day I saw her being tossed around by said jerk wads. They were literally tossing her around in the alleyway between there and the high school.” Gareth first started out the tale I’ve always told of my meeting with my One.

“So gathering my courage, I preformed my best Gollum impression and made the boys piss themselves and run like cowardly dogs.” Jeff said.  “But then, just as I was about to ask if she was alright, she looked up at me with those hypnotic, piercing (e/c) eyes of hers.”

“And it was then I knew,” both he and Jeff struck themselves in the heart finishing my tale.

“I was hooked.” They both finished together, to which the whole table began to laugh.  I smirked snidely before standing up and chuckling alongside them as I sat myself between both Jeff and Gareth.  Placing my hand on their shoulders, I looked between the two of them before quickly pulling them both up.  I wrapped my arms over their necks bringing them close as I told them.

“And without the two of us, there wouldn’t be a Hellfire for you guys. And without her, you guys wouldn’t have become my lead bass and drummer for Corroded Coffin. So be thankful that I met her that day, for without her, there’d be no us. So show some respect to your DM’s first meeting, okay?”

“Yes Eddie.” They both shuddered nervously.  I smirked and gave them a playful slap in the face as I gathered my shit up.  

“Now if you all will excuse me, I have some planning to do before Monday. Hellfire’s still happening, 3pm sharp. Don’t be late.” I walked out of the cafeteria and headed to the library for some quiet time planning on how to make this anniversary more special than all the others in the past.

After school I went over to the payphone to give my Queen a call and to check up on her.  The phone rang a couple of times, my heart racing hoping she’d answer until I heard the click and her voice came on the other end.

‘Hello?’

“There’s my gorgeous girl.” I said leaning up against the payphone.

‘I take it that school went okay?’

“Babe, it’s school. It never goes okay with me. Boring lectures and even boring-er teachers.”

‘And this is why you’re failing English. Boring-er is not a word.’

“All words are made up Mama, isn’t that why we have our own English language while the British supposedly have theirs?”

‘Touché I’ll give you that.’ I grinned victoriously.

“But I’m sure you had a more fun day than me. At least you didn’t have to deal with O’Donnell’s nagging voice for a day.”

‘Just sat around, cleaned up a bit, watched some TV.’

“See you got to have all the fun.” I teased and I knew she was rolling her eyes at me statement.

‘I also finished that last bit of leftover pizza from last weekend. So if you were looking forward to that, sorry.’

“No worries. I’m already planning on having something else for dinner.” I lowly sung out seductively twirling the cord around my finger.

‘Eddie Munson! You eating me out does not equal a meal!’ I couldn’t help but smirk.  Oh man she was so easy to fluster sometimes.

“Actually sweetheart what I was going to suggest was some Benny’s but maybe I should go with your idea. After all you are better than any burger or milkshake they could ever make.”

‘I walked right into that one didn’t I?’

“Yes you did.” I heard her groan as I let out a chuckle. “In all seriousness, you’re okay right?”

‘Yes love. I am. You were right, I just—needed to take a day for myself. But that doesn’t mean this should happen more than three times. Remember we’re graduating together.’

“I know, I know. This will count as day 1. After Hellfire, I’ll pick up some Benny’s and then I’ll be home okay?”

‘Sounds good. Kick some ass and wow the guys tonight.’

“As always. But you know it’s not the same without my Dungeon Mistress.”

‘Get home sooner and maybe we can make up our own campaign. One on one.’

“Oh babe don’t tempt me.” I heard her chuckle.

‘Okay tough guy, I’ll see you whenever you’re done. Better get going it’s almost three.’ I looked down at my watch and saw that she was right.

“Shit! Okay babe sweet you love you so much buh-bye!” I hung up the phone and quickly raced towards the theatre to start the campaign for the day.

As promised, after the campaign was over I drove to Benny’s, picked up our order and then drove back to the trailer.  I parked the van and right there on the porch I saw my beloved feeding one of the local stray cats that come by our trailer.

Ozzy, a skinny black cat with orange eyes was a favorite of ours.  He came around just shortly after Roxxi had moved in with Wayne and I, abandoned by his own mother so Roxxi took it upon herself to feed him and take care of him.

“Honey, I’m home.” I sung out as I held up the food.  She and Ozzy turned to me and Ozzy let out a loud meow in hello.  “Hey to you too Ozzy, hadn’t seen you in a while. Hope you’ve been making good choices.” He let out another meow as he raised a paw in the air to the bag of food.

“Ozzy, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times.” Roxxi started off as she picked him up.  “You do not eat people food, it’s not good for you.” He let out another low meow as he squirmed in her arms wanting to be put down.  “Now go eat your wet food like a good kitty.” She reprimanded as Ozzy went back to the can of wet food and ate from it.  “What are we gonna do with him?”

“No idea. I swear in another life he must’ve been human.” I said shrugging as the two of us went inside.

“I wish we could take him in as our own cat.”

“Me too babe but you know Wayne’s allergic to cats.”

“I know. And I don’t want the old man to be held up because of something he can’t control. It’s just with Halloween around the corner, I worry for his safety.” I set the food down and wrapped my arms around her, burying my face into her neck.

“He’s resourceful, and cunning. Just like his mama.” She smiled softly as I pecked her cheek.  “Now c’mon, let’s eat.” We headed to the kitchen and gathered our food before heading to the couch and turned on the tv.

“So how was the campaign tonight?” she asked.

“The boys didn’t expect that twist you suggested to me. Totally threw them off and fucked their entire gameplan they had going.” She smirked softly.  “And speaking of campaigns, your upcoming Halloween one, you still gonna do it?”

“Uhh duh!” she said as if she were answering a dumb question.

“I just wanted to be sure you weren’t pulling my leg when I saw your holiday campaign folder. You got it all done and checked out? Sure you don’t need me to have a quick peak?”

“I already told you Eddie, no peeping toms at my Halloween campaign. Now did you managed to find your Beren character sheet?”

“Yeah. Finally after digging through my locker I managed to find it. Still haven’t found his figurine though. Jesus I wish I knew where that went.”

“Maybe I’ll talk to Sinclair about it. I’m told his sister’s been getting into the game and made the guys current figurines. Maybe she can make you a new one.”

“Ahh yes, Sinclair’s infamous sister. Wonder if we’ll stick around to see her enter High school?”

“Don’t go talking like that Eds. We’re gonna get out of here, and then every summer we might just visit and reunite with the Hellfire gang. And who knows, maybe Henderson could take over as DM when we go.”

“He does show much potential. Though the kid needs to get his ego in check, I swear that tone of his is gonna get him into trouble one of these days.” I pulled her close so her back was against my chest before laying a kiss to the top of her head and looked down at her wolf tattoo.

I took her tattooed arm and raised it up before lifting my other arm which had the fox tattoo and had our forearms placed together.

“It really was a great idea meleth nin. Especially when we have the other’s animal spirit tattooed on us.”

“If you ask me, you’re more of the fox than I.”

“What?!”

“Oh c’mon Eddie you’ve seen the foxes that come out every now and then. They’re full of energy, hyperactive and above all extremely dorky but they do it so adorably. If anything maybe I should just call you Papa fox instead.”

“Excuse me? Who are you calling a dork?” I asked offensively but in a playful manner.

“I said adorably dorky.” Well I wasn’t gonna take that lying down.  Without a word, I stood up and walked briefly away from her, my back facing her as I crossed my arms over my chest.  “Eddie? Eddie come on. I didn’t mean anything by it!” oh she was too cute whenever she pleaded like that.  “Eddie please don’t be mad, I’m sorry okay? I just—” that’s when I made my attack.

With a cry I quickly gathered her up in my arms and carried her towards the bedroom and dropped her on my bed.

“You big, sneaky, son of a—” I then pounced on top of her, my body hovering over hers as I pinned her arms above her head.  I noticed how her breathing hitched and I knew her heart was racing.  I gave her a devious smirk before lowering my face down to her neck and kissed her pulse point, the one spot I knew got her every time.

I softly growled as I kissed and nipped at her neck while I felt her squirm underneath me and she let out her sweet little mewls that always got me.

“I am the only wolf in this pair,” I whispered huskily into her neck.  “Ever question that again,” I kissed down the right side of her neck.  “And the Big, Bad Wolf will come for you. And he’s not so merciful, especially towards beautiful girls.” After a few more kisses on her neck to fully drop her guard, I made my real attack.

I blew a raspberry right into the right side of her neck that she had now fully exposed to me.  She let out a screeched laughter as I felt her legs kick under me but I placed my hips down to hers to pin her fully as I continued to deliver my raspberry attack to her soft, sensitive neck.

“Eddie! EDDIE NOHAHAHA! STOHAHAP!” she spoke through her laughter.  God I swear no drug on earth could compare to her laughter, I could get hooked on it forever. “NO NOT THAT! NOT THE WOLFIE NIBBLES AHEHEHE!!” oh yes the wolf nibbles my darling.  Along with raspberries she loved hated whenever I could give her some ticklish nibbles.

All across her neck and shoulders and even her collarbone I gave her nibbles, raspberries and ticklish kisses (with kissing sounds included). Finally I decided to take pity on her and cease my attack leaving her a panting mess.

“What….was that….for?” she whined softly as she tried to catch her breath.

“What? Can’t I show my best girl how much I love her?” I asked nonchalantly.

“That was mean Eddie!” she whined sadly.  “You tricked me and then tortured me.” Aww my poor sweet girl.  

“Okay maybe I did go a bit too far, forgive me?” I asked with a head tilt and cutely nudged my nose against hers as I stared deeply into her eyes.

“Will you give me snuggles and no tickles?”

“I swear.” I said crossing my heart.

“Then I forgive you.” I smiled and gave her a sweet kiss to her lips before rolling on my back and brought her close to my chest, her face burying just above my heart.  I kissed her forehead as I wrapped my arms around her, my thumb stroking her bicep softly while my other hand stroked through her hair.

Jesus Christ how did I ever get so lucky to get a girl like this to fall for me? She truly was an ethereal Elven princess who fell for the lowly Bard Ranger.  And come Monday, I’m gonna make this the best anniversary she’s ever known.

Monday soon came.  The one thing that sucks about today is that we’ll have to spend most of our anniversary at school, but on a brighter side at least I don’t have to worry about not having one class without her today.

I got up as early as I could and started to prepare us breakfast. Now I’m no gourmet chef or anything like that, but I do know how to make a mean Munson Supreme (eggs sunny side up, bacon, and orange juice).  After setting up the table with some wild flowers I had picked up outside in a cup as the center piece, I heard my girl’s footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“Good morning my Queen.” She looked at the table then up at me before asking me.

“Is it today?” I nodded as I took one of the flowers from the center piece and held it out to her.

“Happy anniversary Roxxi.” She took the flower and sniffed it softly.  She came up to me and kissed my cheek lovingly.

“Who would’ve thought on a Monday you’d get up this early and do all this?”

“Ye have little faith in me my beloved. I’m wounded.” She giggled as she shook her head.

“But I love it Teddy-bear. And I see you’ve made your Munson Supreme.”

“Only the best for my girl.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close and nuzzled our noses together.  I forced myself away from her and pulled out her chair for her to sit down.  She thanked me and I pulled her chair in as I gathered up and prepared her breakfast on a tray.  “If you had stayed in bed a bit longer, I could’ve served you breakfast in bed.”

“Woke up to feel that my teddy bear wasn’t beside me anymore. You know I sleep better with you by my side.”

“Same goes for me Foxy Roxxi.” I winked at her.

“Your animal nickname is much cuter.”

“Yours is adorable. And sexy if I might also add.” She rolled her eyes as she began to eat her eggs.

“Agree to disagree.” Even though I didn’t want to, I nodded to her.  “So, besides school, any plans you’ve got for us tonight?”

“And that’s where we divert from the previous years. This is a special anniversary for you my darling, you won’t know what I’ve got planned for us.”

“Okay I see you. Very well, I’ll trust you on this Eddie. But if you take me somewhere just to murder me, I’ll come back and haunt your ass.”

“Damn you caught me. My ultimate plan was to kill you by cuddles and tickles.” She playfully glared at me.  I cheekily grinned at her before blowing her a kiss as we continued our breakfast.

We did our morning ritual as always and once we were backed up ready for school, I quickly raced out and opened the door for her as I extended my hand for her to take.  She thanked me again as she got into the van and I shut the door behind her.  I went back around to the driver’s side and told her as I started the engine.

“Okay sweetheart, pick our tunes for the week.”

“Sorry did you say week?”

“Yeah.”

“You usually never let me take control of the radio for more than 2 days.”

“Like I said, we’re doing things differently this year. Now pick which mixtape shall be ours today.” I watched as she took out her mixtape box from under the seat and dug through it until she found the first ever mixtape I ever made for her when we first began dating.

She placed it in and soon ‘Stand by me’ by Ben E. King started playing.  I saw her tap her tall and index fingers along the side of the door to the beat of the cello blaring from the radio.

“There’s no one on earth I would ever have done this for. Not a single metal band song at the time.” I told her.

“It’s still so sweet that you did that. Thankfully by the next one you gave me, you had included some stuff from your bands.” She said taking my hand in hers.

“All cause you said you’d be open to hear some of their love songs. Sure some of them aren’t the normal slow, love ballad but the lyrics ring true.”

“Follow me now and you will not regret. Leaving the life you led before we met. You are the first to have this love of mine. Forever with me till the end of time.” she said quoting Black Sabbath’s love song N.I.B.

“Jesus is there anything more sexier than you quoting Sabbath to me?” I reversed the van at a normal speed before putting it in drive and drove at a normal speed.

“Is the Eddie ‘the Speed’ Munson actually obeying traffic laws?”

“I could easily put this van in park and follow through with my fake murder plot against you.” I playfully threatened her as I gave her the look.  She stuck her tongue at me and gave me a cheeky wink as I drove us towards the school, all the while our hands reconnected and I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb.

As usual school went on the long, boring path it always did every Monday.  However this time during lectures in secret, I secretly passed notes to Roxxi telling her how beautiful she looked, how smart she was, all the basics and plus a little bit more.

Along with the secret note delivery service I provided for each class, I also did my best to take as many notes as possible as well as praying to whomever above that they wouldn’t give us too much homework tonight, I got places to take my lady tonight.

When school was finally over, I guided Roxxi towards the theatre and right as we came to the doors she asked me.

“What are we doing here Eddie? We don’t usually come to the theatre until weds. to compare notes for the next campaign.”

“I told you my love, for our anniversary, things are different.” I snapped my fingers before the doors opened on their own (thanks tech geeks for staying afterward to help with this).  Her eyes widened at the doors magically opening on their own.  I held my hand to her and we walked in together.

Inside our D&D table was halfway set up with both our figurines of Beren and Lúthien standing side by side along with the D20 dice and a candelabra all lit up.  I stopped her just short of the table while I came around to my throne, my hands leaning against the table.

“Lúthien the ethereal, Elven white witch, Princess of the Border Forest, you have braved through many hardships, battled demons the like of which no one in our company could ever imagine. And now, now you must face another quest. The quest of Two Lovers, and you will be the deciding factor in which path both Beren and yourself will travel. What say you my fair lady?” I spoke in my DM voice.  She pondered as she looked between me and our figurines.

“What are the stakes?” she asked.

“A voyage of passion, bliss and a union of a bond the like of which had never been seen before. Or you end up taking them down a road of darkness, suffering and agony so horrifying and so unbearable that not even being trapped in a troll-hoard could compare to what could happen to our two lovers.”

As always when she was in deep thought, she took the ends of the right side of her hair and twirled it in her fingers.  Even with the short curl, she still managed to twirl the multi-layered strand of hair around her finger.  She then looked up at me and said in a firm, determined voice.

“Give me the D20.” I smirked and grabbed it before tossing it at her.  She caught it straight into her palm and observed it.

“You get three shots. Don’t waste them.”

“Three shots? Pretty humble of you Dungeon Master, either that or very reckless of you for allowing me some additional help.”

“Let’s just say the three rolls you make will decide the whole quest itself for our Lovers. Now milady, take your first shot.” I sat down upon my throne with my arms cross over my chest as she held the dice between her hands.  She first had it roll between her palms before I saw her shake it up and then tossed it across the table.

The dice bounced and skipped across the table board until landing on 13.  Not bad for a first roll.

“Lucky 13, not bad for the first roll. The start will be fairly easy for our lovers to come across.” I took the dice and threw it back at her.

“You sure you’re not going easy on me today?”

“When it comes to D&D, I never kid around my fair lady. Let’s see what your next roll shall be?” she did the same thing again but this time she shook the dice up a little bit longer than her first roll before letting it go.  With a skip and a leap, the dice rolled until it began to spin around and landed on 8. I hissed softly as I gave her a pained expression.

“Guess I went down the wrong path?” she asked.

“Not the best but I won’t say it’s the worst. Your last chance, and who knows maybe you’ll get lucky. I’ve seen it happen before when it comes to the wire.” I rolled the die between my fingers before tossing it back at her.  She and I looked at each other and I gave her a slow nod.

She took a deep breath in before holding my d20 to her lips and began to shake it up.  She had that die in her hand for a full straight minute before finally letting it go. It flew across the table as I slowly rose from my throne to see where this would all end.

The d20 soon began to slow down and start to pick where it wanted to go.  I was at first seeing low numbers which made my heart race but then by a miracle, it landed on crit-hit 20!

“CRIT HIT!!!” She exclaimed.  I threw my head back laughing as I threw my arms up in the air rejoicing. At least by sunset we’d get to the best spot in town and then end it all with a bang.  I came around towards her and narrated.

“It all began where it left off;” I took Roxxi into my arms as hers wrapped around my neck.  “Beren and Lúthien after leaving their company to set off on their own adventure together, they were settled in their cabin, Lúthien by the fire in her grand chair built by her husband. Beren had been noticing how his wife hadn’t been acting like herself. So he proposes; ‘My beloved, set your needlework aside. We’re going on an adventure today.’”

“‘Meleth nin,’ Lúthien says.” Roxxi soon joined my narrating. “‘We have seen many of the world already, what more is there to see?’”

“‘Unlike previous adventures we are not seeking the glory of treasure or seeking out new lands. But the pleasure of viewing the world with my wife. Will you not give me that?’ Beren asks his beloved Elven Queen.” I said as I stroked Roxxi’s cheek, gently brushing aside some of her tri-colored strands out of her face as I stared into her eyes.

“‘It does sound tempting.’ Lúthien begins to ponder. She looks at her husband and begins to understand why he is doing this for her.” She placed her hand against my cheek.  I turned towards her palm and softly kissed it.  “‘Yes. Yes we deserve an adventure. Not for value or glory, but for love. For our love.’” I smiled and I leaned forward and kissed my Lúthien.

“‘Then let us saddle the horse and be on our way.’” I said as I gathered up my D&D stuff and blew out the candelabra before taking Roxxi by the arm and the two of us raced towards the van.

We quickly got in and I started the engine as her mixtape resumed playing.  But she quickly ejected it out and began to find a new one to listen to.  She popped it in and soon Foreigners “I wanna know what love is” soon came on the speakers.  This was the 2nd mixtape I made her, that I had added some metal love songs to from not only mine but the bands she was starting to love at the time.

“So where did you find Beren’s figurine at? And how did you get my Lúthien figurine as well?” she asked me.

“Turns out I left Beren at the last summer session we ever had at Gareth’s place. He told me last week how he had found it when he and his mom were doing some fall cleaning. As for Lady Lúthien, I have my ways.” I gave her a cheeky wink as I drove us to our first destination.

We first started off with dinner at the old 1950’s diner that I took Roxxi on our very first date.  I still remember how she wore that cute black skirt with rose petals stitched across it, and a gorgeous blouse to match.  Boy did I look underdressed but bless her heart she thought she overdressed.

Nonetheless she was a vision, and I knew right then and there I had to hold onto her and not fuck this relationship up.  Fast forward to seven years later (three of them being just when we finally started dating) and we’re still together.  Sure we’ve had our ups and downs especially this past year but we’re taking it one day at a time.

“Shall we get the usual?” I asked her.

“Whatever you want babe. I’m game for anything.” She replied.

“But this is for you Roxxi, now if you want something different I will give it to you.”

“You know you don’t have to go out of your way for me sweetie.”

“Spoiling my girlfriend on our anniversary is not going out of my way.” I reached out and took her hand.  “I want to do this.” She softly smiled at me as coming up to our table was the same waitress who served us on our first date, an old lady named Rose.

She was like your average 70 something year old woman, however unlike every old lady who cowers everytime I make a public appearance, she saw me like her own grandson (whose supposedly a metalhead like me who lives out in San Francisco).  She always told me to get my hair out of my face so Roxxi could see my eyes better and to always pay for the date.

“That time of the year again kids?” she asked us.

“Don’t you know it. Sorry we couldn’t do it last year Rose.”

“No worries dearies, shall it be the usual?”

“Yes. But instead of the chocolate milkshake can we get the oreo mix?” Roxxi answered.

“Absolutely sweetie, two chicken sandwiches and fries and one oreo milkshake coming up.” she took the menus from us and went over to the kitchen.

“An oreo milkshake?” I asked.

“The Dairy Queen up in Indianapolis had something called an oreo blizzard and it changed my life forever. It’s basically a milkshake but has oreos in them. When I took notice that they had some new milkshakes and an oreo was one of them, I had to do it.”

“Hope it’s better than your oreo and peanut butter idea. I still can’t believe you talked me into trying that.” I shuddered remembering that god awful taste.  Now I like oreos and peanut butter as much as the next guy but combining them together, gross!

“Oh that’s rich coming from the guy who still drinks pickle juice whenever he gets the chance.” She mocked.  When there’s absolutely nothing left to drink and all you find is some leftover sliced pickles, a rotten tomato and expired celery, you tell me which would you choose.  But truthfully it wasn’t half bad when I got past the third sip.

“Okay kids here we are, fresh and hot out of the oven.” Rose sat down our meal as well as the oreo milkshake which I’ll admit it did look pretty good.  Two main oreo cookies stuck out above and were leaned up against the cup, and I could see both above and through the cup oreo crumbs mixed into the vanilla ice cream.

Roxxi took her spoon and dipped it first before holding it out to me.  I leaned forward and took a bite of the ice cream mixed with oreo crumbs and my god was that something I never knew I needed.

“Well? Pretty good huh?”

“That is the second greatest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Second? What’s the first? No wait don’t answer that.” I snickered as I dipped my fries into the shake before popping it into my mouth and we continued our dinner date in peace.

After paying up front and heading back to the van, Roxxi said.

“Now you said that my second roll though it was low, it’s not as bad of a path.”

“Ahh yes. Hold on I need to make a quick phone call real quick. You go wait by the van, I’ll be right there in a moment.” I pecked her cheek before quickly racing back towards the payphone at was at the corner of the diner. I dug through my pockets for the change and put it into the payphone before dialing up the number.  It rang a few times before he finally responded.

‘Hello?’

“Jeff, hey it’s me. Turns out Roxxi and I will be heading to your place after all.”

‘She rolled low didn’t she?’

“If she had rolled less than seven then we’d be at the library doing our homework. So can we come over?”

‘Yeah, you’re lucky my mom’s out of town and my dad’s visiting my sick grandmother.’

“See you then man.” I hung up the phone and walked back over to Roxxi.

“What was all that for?”

“Just to confirm where we’re heading off too next. Now like I said, unfortunately it’s not a fun or memorable activity but it must be done for the fun to continue. But due to your roll of 8, there is a catch to this.”

“Which is…..”

“We’ll need some assistance with that.” We got into the van and I turned on the engine before pulling out of the diner and drove us to Jeff’s place.  I pulled into his driveway and she said.

“Jeff’s house? Why are we here Eddie?”

“Unfortunately due to the date of which our anniversary on, I was forced to acknowledge that it was a school day and that in order for us to graduate, we do need to get our—homework done.” I shuddered at the end of my statement.  “Seriously, why couldn’t our special day always be on a weekend like Friday or Saturday. Hell I’d even take the holy day of Sunday, at least then the streets and shops wouldn’t be as crowded.” I felt her take my hand.

“Eddie Munson, have I ever told you how proud I am of your dedication these past few weeks?”

“You tell me every day. Besides I made a promise, and for our day I’m willing to really make this work. Which brings us here, study session with Jeff. But his house holds a special place too, remember?”

“Uhh—was it—no it…..no I don’t.” I smiled softly and ducked my head in before explaining.

“Middle school, talent show. You had done the cheer thing with Chrissy Cunningham, and the guys and I had our first live performance as Corroded Coffin. We came here after the show when you both won second place, which was bull! You should’ve won first!” She playfully rolled her eyes.  “We were out by his pool, and I looked at you and that was the moment that my feelings for you had changed. I no longer wanted to just be your friend.”

I stroked her cheek softly before brushing my thumb over her soft lips.  I felt her lips pucker up slightly as she kissed my thumb.

“You never told me that.”

“Was waiting for the right moment to confess that story.” She smiled softly at me before leaning in and softly kissed me.  I cupped her jawline and softly deepened the kiss but I had to hold myself back.  Just wait Eddie, you’ll get your chance tonight.  “As much as I would love to continue this, I don’t think Jeff would appreciate us having car sex in his driveway.”

“Yeah, and neither would the neighbors. Don’t wish to scar any kids with the van rocking.” I pecked her lips before reaching behind and grabbing our backpacks and we exited the van and headed up Jeff’s porch and I rang the doorbell.

He opened it up and allowed us to come into the living room. Jeff was in both our English and History class so we all agreed we could get those assignments done first before Roxxi and I would move onto our next two classes.

Now truthfully nothing really fun happened throughout this time frame cause I made a promise that today there’d be no funny business. If I got confused with something, Roxxi was there to guide me through it or explain it better than what was described on the paper.  At least until we started our math homework, that’s when Jeff came into play.

Being in AP Trig, he knew how to read numbers and formulas better than anyone.  So he helped us with understanding our math assignment until we had every last bit of homework completed.  And boy did my brain feel like it was put through the blender then spat out before being shoved down a toaster and be burnt into a crisp.

“So what’s next on you guy’s anniversary plan?” Jeff asked.

“None of your business, thanks for letting us crash here Jeff to do the boring stuff.” Roxxi playfully nudged against me before she said.

“We’ll see you tomorrow in English, Jeff.”

“See yah guys, and happy anniversary.” We both waved him off before loading the van back up.

“And finally comes my crit-hit reward right?”

“You are correct milady. And a good thing we got done when we did cause the sun’s just about to set and hopefully we’ll get there before it gets dark.” I turned on the van and backed out of Jeff’s driveway before punching the gas and sped off towards our final destination.

Pelennor fields.

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[eyeless-jack62002]

You know im mentally fucked when im here again

Also to those posting in these tags u can put the squiggle line so ur not jumpscaring ppl and less likely to get reported so fast.

Not me on my 3rd acc. Tho yall really help me stay clean. My partner started back in Novemberish maybe sooner. Right after our 4 y anniversary. And then she just dropped it on me. She knew i was trying to stay clean for her and i was doing such a good job. I only thought about it and would scroll here to "get my fix" its an addiction and i dont think ppl realize that. She brought my favorite drvgs into the house and hid it from me for months. Tho she doesnt even know i have a tumblr. Shes starting therapy now finally. And me too. I have an appt next week. I havent been since i was 12. Im scared. I dont trust therapists. I wish i could just cvt head to toe. All over everywhere. Id be exactly how i wanna be. I want this. But i cant. Gotta be around for my partner. Even tho she didnt want to for me. I told her if she wanted we could together but that we wouldnt be same ever again. I wish shed said yes but thats just jack. He clouds my thoughts with his own. Ik im sick. I wish she never told me. Ive been spiraling for months but i have to shove that down so i can help her get better. I warned her. She knew i was trying ro get better but she still fucking did it behind my back for months!! I almost broke up with her. I wnated so bad to run away and never see her again. But whats the price of choosing to love someone but urself. Id give my entire being up for her and in a way i do. Ive just been so hurt and its all i can think about. I threw away my fucking stash for her!! I regret that somedays. Today especially. We had to drain our fucking saving acc bc of her. She kept skipping work and we kept having less and less financial stability. Still dont but were starting to recover from that but barely. Its like she fucking ignored all of my advice as someone who has been selfh@rming for over a decade. Fuck what i have to say tho. The worst part of it all she cvt the same way and places as my quail as my ruby did. Fucked. She didnt know that tho. And i was finally fucking comfortable with telling her about my self h@arm and she fucking did it anyways. And she told me as if it was her telling what we her having for dinner. I cant even cry anymore over this. Why does this all still bother me. I have no tears left. I admit i screamed a lot. I hit her cvts slapped them. You didnt feel the pain then but u feel it now?? It hurts now? And she said to me "i thought you would have noticed" so snarky. Why the fuck would i think my partner who knows of my history would fucking betraw me like this. And then to be a bitch about it and ask for MY HELP!?!? TEH FUCKING INSANITY. She doing better now tho. Good for her. Ive never been okay. And i dont think i will be. I dont want to get better. Being sick feels too good. And eventually me subbing out cvting for w33d will get old eventually. It always does. Nothing can scratch this itch i have so badly in me. Its like my insides scream to be let out. Its like an energy that flows out with the red. She doesnt understand what cvtting is for me. She said she wanted to die. But knowing you wont die is what keeps me held. I have sold my soul. Im bound. Ruby stopped when we broke up. And i told her i did as well. I know were both liars but thats why ill always have a place in me for ruby. I love my partnerbut if she wants to replace ruby she can be my guest. But replaceing ruby will just make you into a ruby. And no one wants that. I love my partner and im clean for her. Why couldnt she do that for me.

I feel like im in my wattpad days in here. Jacks old diary. But he likes it here better. Anyways if u made it this far enjoy a gif from one of my current special interest show 🖤 -t and jack

#self h@rm #baby cvts #i want to cvt #s3lf harn #sh tumblr #sh things #s3lf mutilation

[darling-miaxoxo]

The peculiar social media influencer

a/n : hey guyss like i said in the last part i would try and get up part 2 in a few days so here yall go :)

Fandom: Miss Peregrines home for peculiar children.

Relationship/ship: Alma Peregrine x fem!Reader

Peculiarity: Teleportation

Warning/s: mentions of anxiety

Movieverse

pt. 2 (pt. 1 )

recap: dinner then continued a few bits of drama here and there luckily not me in it luckily then movie night came woohooo!

the 'movie' then began it was all just fine if I must say nothing too weird. But then I checked the time and saw that reset was soon so Miss Peregrine then turned on the lights then sighs were all heard from around the room Miss Peregrine then announced that its reset time then their sighs soon became into happy noices we all then went outside then Miss P gave the command to put on our gas masks so I did even though its gonna make my hair look absoloutely terrible when i take it off but thats fine absoloutely fine if I could find my haircomb. Then Miss Peregrine started playing the gramophone which started playing "Run, Rabbit, Run " then the planes with the bombs came it started giving me shivers due to my anxiety, when the bomb came just a few seconds before it would hit the house Miss Peregrine then stopped time and continued to reset the loop lowering my anxiety a little bit then its time for bed we went inside changed into some pjs atleast I did, i dont know about the others though I waited until 12 am so that i could teleport out of the loop to make the post on my insta then I teleported back, So once it was 12 am I did my plan and fortunately nobody saw me or else i would be in BIG trouble from miss peregrine then I fell asleep but not before I set an alarm at 7 am of course .

~ The next day ~

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock so I woke up, showered, put on a croptop a jacket over it of course put on some shorts, long y/f/c socks, and to top it all off some sneakers, did my skincare and haircare routine, put on a little bit of makeup and then done! I look absolutely gorgeous I went downstairs and I saw Miss P making breakfast so I went down and said " Hi Alma how can I help? " cause for once I actually remembered that she told me to call her Alma when were alone and then she answered my question saying " Set up the table but dont you think thats a little revealing darling? " again blushed a little at the darling part but then I said " I have shorter ones but I think you would like that a little too much " sending her a wink and then just did said task and then got goosebumps but I just dismissed it

Alma's POV:

Dear God I dont what y/n has been doing to me when she was setting up the table I couldn't help but watch her set up the table but then I remembered that I still have to cook the eggs so I shook those thoughts away for now and went to cook some eggs with her still on my mind...

~time skip to when breakfast is done~

Y/N POV:

Right now I was in the garden while the children played but then I checked my watch and there was 1 minute until that baby squirrel falls the hell out of that tree so I just teleported to the tree and then I saw Emma probably on her way to get the baby squirrel up so now I just wait for around 55 secs and then Emma said "Hey Y/N hows it going? " "nothing much just the usual stuff, also waiting for that damn baby squirrel to fall down" I said then she just sat down next to me and then a few seconds later the damn squirrel finally fell down I just teleported it back up then Emma said " Hey wait there's Olive! " and I said " Alright lets go there! " then I teleported us to Olive. Emma then said to Olive " Hey Olive! " "Hey Emma, Hey Y/N " Olive said we both sat down next to her Emma then said " Hey Y/N do you still have feelings for you-know-who " and I said "yeah pretty much" " OoOooh " they both said the day continued as regularly as it always was..

~time skip to dinner~

I sat in my spot between miss Peregrine and Olive, Miss Peregrine then gave the command to start eating so I did, as always conversation started me on the lookout for drama again.

Emma POV:

I was sitting next to Olive this time with Jacob on my right Olive on my left who was sitting next to Y/N and since its been 20 years and Y/N still hasn't confessed about her feelings I whispered to Olive " Hey Olive lets try to get Miss P and Y/N together its been 20 years and the girl still hasn't confessed so meet me in my room later " and I tell the same to Jacob and told him to tell the others beside the children, cause the children might accidentally tell Miss P.

Y/N POV

Movie night came and it was Horace trying out clothes again, The next image was Emma And Jacob holding... HANDS??.. so now apparently I think Emma and Jacob are now GF and BF finally that girl got a bf that girl waited basically 30 or 35 years for one and she finally got one, But that also means I missed Out on romance that's honestly sad but that's fine.

~time skip again~

Emma POV:

"Alright so we only have 30 days until Y/N leaves so heres the plan.."

~TIME SKIP AGAIN~

Y/N pov:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm checked the time and it said 6:15 AM

I did my daily morning routine I checked the time 6:45 AM I went downstairs, helped Alma, ate breakfast, Did my chores, Talked to Olive and Emma, and then I saw Alma I zoned out a little bit , thinking again on how it would feel to be in her arms..

" Y/N. Y/N!" I heard emma say " Hm? " turning to look at her " you zoned out what happened? " " oh nothing just thinking" giving the girl a smile " alright.."

~time skip to movie time (Sorry if theres a lot of these I just dont know what to write lol)~

Emma POV:

"its time for the plan to activate! " i whisper-yell to olive we made sure that y/n sat next to Miss P. Y/N clearly blushed even a little bit this is only the beginning.

Y/n POV:

I sat next to Miss P as it was literally the only seat left I flushed just a little bit then the 'movie' began it was him trying out new clothes, and then the image flashed but then it was me and Alma holding.. HANDS? I was seriously gonna faint luckily Alma turned on the lights before I could faint giving me some air to breathe. now its reset time yay!

Emma POV:

"hey Olive, Horace's dream showed Y/n and Miss P holding hands I think we should let it play out and in 15 days if their still not together we do the plan ok? " I said to Olive "fine, fine there goes 2 hours of sleep " she said

Y/n POV:

Reset was fine my anxiety didn't go up this time. I went to sleep but all I could think about was Horace's dream was it true? is it actually gonna happen? I then decided to confess my feelings to her tomorrow hoping that she feels the same if not I'm leaving for another 5 years to wear off that embarrassment or just not come back at all. I went for the 1st option

~ the next morning and after breakfast ~

Its after breakfast and im very scared right now so lets hope this works.. I asked her if we could talk after she cleaned the dishes she said yes and here I am in her office about to confess my feelings while still being EXTREMELY nervous so I said " Alright let me just put it straight I- I have feelings for you.. " very nervously and she said " Well...  Then your feelings are reciprocated I have feelings for you too " " Really?! " "Yes really darling"

Alma POV:

After Y/n confessed her feelings I confessed mine too. It was really awkward I must say.

~ TIME SKIP TO DINNER ~

Y/n POV:

I walked behind Alma and wrapped my arms behind her waist and asked " Hi love how can I help?" she tensed for a bit just a little second and then she said " set up the table dear " giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. I did what I was asked and then Alma asks me " Darling arent you going to be leaving in a few days? " " Its fine after the 1 month is over I'll just announce to my followers that ill be taking a break for 1 year then once that 1  year is over ill announce to my followers that ill be making posts once a month instead of once a week after 6 or 7 months ill announce to my followers that ill be quitting and then ill be staying with you my love. " I answered back and she asked " how are you gonna post dear its the 1940s " " I'll just teleport out of the loop every month dont worry my love " I answered

~ after dinner and reset ~

" love im going to bed care to join me? " Alma asked, I giggled a little bit before saying yes

a/n: so uh this is part 2 lemme know if yall want a part 3 ik this is crap so yeah if this gets 3 likes ill post a part 3 ^^

#alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine movie