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lazycats-stuff · 4 months

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Hii! I been meaning to ask this for while and feel free to ignore but can have a follow up with the oc trios where idk a lantern kid or a arrow kid or a magic (John son maybe?) or any of the Justice leagues kids joining our trio team?

Oh, I certainly can do this! (Y/N) is going to die with more people coming in lol. Also, I have to repeat gifs because I can't find any good ones.

Bruce Wayne & male!reader, PART 2

Summary: The trio has expanded.

Warnings: minor cursing, (Y/N) doesn't want anymore people on the team, Alec is an oc and he is cute.

(Y/N), Althea and James were as notorious as their parents, if not more. They hanged out more often than not, even though (Y/N) grumbled about it, they worked well on missions together. Bruce, Diana and Clark couldn't have been happier. Of course, (Y/N) would rather kill himself rather than admit it, but still.

It was painfully obvious.

It was nice until John Constantine walked in with his son, Hunter Constantine and (Y/N) had a bad feeling about this situation. The younger trio was called in for some news. (Y/N) tried to pry it out of his father, but Bruce refused to budge. Althea and James tried too, but they refused to tell.

The trio was suspicious, but they had decided to see what the hell was happening with their parents. The trio sat in the conference room, waiting to see what's happening. (Y/N) had his arms crossed and was bored beyond belief. What the hell?

Althea and James were excited for the news, even though they were suspicious of the said news. (Y/N) tried to warn them to not get too excited about it. It could be anything. They could say that they will never go on missions ever again or something else that could be great.

They all whipped their heads to look at the doors that opened. Batman, John Constantine and a boy their age walked in. (Y/N) didn't react to anything, but he had a very good feeling for what's to come. He glanced at his dad. Maybe he was overthinking. Just maybe.

" This is Alec Constantine, John's son. He is joining you three as you magical backup. " Bruce announced and (Y/N) wanted to die. No. And the worst thing is?

Alec looked like a cute golden retriever. Shit.

" Hello everyone, nice to meet you. " Alec said with a small smile and (Y/N) wanted to throw himself off of this island.

Althea and James stood up and went to talk to him. (Y/N) had to take a deep breath. It wouldn't be fair to blow on him the first time they met. After a few months maybe.

Maybe.

(Y/N) shook his head with a small murmur of his name on his lips and went back to his chair. Alec didn't look concerned or worried about... He even looked... Interested in this reaction.

(Y/N) glared at him and Bruce glared at (Y/N) in return. The two had a silent conversation for a few moments. Bruce told him to be nice in his telepathic way and (Y/N) has replied I'm trying okay?

Alec remained unaware of telepathic conversation, but John wasn't. (Y/N) glared in his normal way at John too. The three have glared before John broke the eye contact.

" You know, I have been looking for someone to teach Alec some martial arts, just in case that something happens to him and he can't rely on magic. " John said and Alec groaned quietly.

(Y/N) was confused, but saw where this was going. Nope.

" (Y/N) can help out. I'm busy and I won't have the time to teach Alec, but (Y/N) will be more than happy to help. Right? " Bruce asked right, just as he turned to look at his son with a glare. Everyone was looking at him now.

" Right. " He said dryly and Bruce smirked.

" Thank you (Y/N). Now, I would recommend that the four of them hang out outside of the vigilante life. It would be better for their team spirit. " Bruce added and (Y/N) felt like he was being punished for something. The worst thing?

He didn't do anything to deserve this. He really didn't. He behaved. He bit his tongue. There will be hell to pay when they got back home. There really will be. (Y/N) can't just take this from his dad. And if he hears that he needs to socialize, he will burn down Gotham City. He swore on God that he would do it.

Bruce smirked discreetly towards his son, knowing exactly what he did. Of course, Bruce always knew what he was doing and (Y/N) had to prove why he was second detective and why he could stand next to Batman by figuring out what Bruce was planning. He stood up and glanced at his father.

" Right, (Y/N) and I have to go, we have some cases in Gotham. " Bruce said and (Y/N) could see the bullshit within that sentence clear as day.

(Y/N) nodded as he said goodbye his friends and a now acquaintance. Once the two bats were in the Batcave, (Y/N) turned to his father.

" What the hell? " (Y/N) asked as he took of his cowl and threw it on the table in the cave, ruffling his hair. Bruce smiled and ruffled (Y/N)'s hair and then took his cowl off.

" You need to socialize. " Bruce said and (Y/N) huffed.

" Master Bruce is right, master (Y/N). You need to hang out with people. " Alfred chimed in as he walked over, taking (Y/N)'s cowl into his hands.

" I have friends. " (Y/N) defended himself, but Alfred wasn't impressed.

" Sure. You don't want friend, but every human in this world needs one another. So what happened master Bruce? "Alfred inquired and Bruce turned to him to explain.

" A new member joined the young ones, magical one. John's son, Alec. " Bruce said and Alfred hummed, nodding. He remembers who Alec is. Alfred liked Alec. He was nice. He met him when Bruce save the boy from a big crime boss. The entire thing was a misunderstanding, but Alfred just liked him.

" And I said that (Y/N) could teach him some martial arts for self defense. " Bruce explained and Alfred let out a huh with a smile.

" It will improve your leadership skills master (Y/N). " Alfred said and (Y/N) groaned.

" I'm being punished for something. I don't even know what for. " (Y/N) grumbled as he walked off to shower and change.

" It's not a punishment! " Bruce called after him and (Y/N) huffed as he didn't believe it at all.

Bruce smirked. Oh this was going to be fun.

" Again. " (Y/N) said coldly as Alec was panting on the ground. This was just a warm up for (Y/N). For him, martial arts were important. It's all he has in order to survive in their world, alongside his wits and intelligence. He has no powers, not magical ones and not super ones. He was a normal human.

" You are cruel... " Alec panted and (Y/N) looked down at him coldly as Alec knelt down, trying to catch his breath.

" Trust me, I'm an angel compared to our enemies. Your position is sloppy, you are too open and I saw about 3 ways to take you down from the way you were open. And you don't use the proper technique for this. " (Y/N) said and helped Alec up.

" I'm trying, okay?! " Alec said loudly, clearly annoyed.

" I can see that. But you need to get into that mentality. You can't use your powers in public because that will give your identity away. Not to mention, they can take them away. " (Y/N) said and Alec looked, looking quite defeated. (Y/N) actually felt pity at him. It's not a good thing to feel defeated. " I know you are trying and you are actually doing well for a newbie, but you still have a lot of elementary mistakes. Enemies will take an advantage of it and kill you if you are lucky. " (Y/N) said and and knelt down on his level.

" I know I sound cruel, but I'm being realistic. " (Y/N) said and Alec shakily stood up. (Y/N) stood up with him at the same time and the two were looking at one another.

" Can we go again? " Alec asked and (Y/N) looked all over him. He wasn't sure that Alec could go on anymore.

" Are you sure? Don't push yourself to hard. I don't want you to break. That's not productive for you. " (Y/N) said, looking for a sign of a lie. " Be honest with me Alec. "

Alec looked at (Y/N) with much more determination. " I'm ready. Lets go again. You are right... I need to get into that mindset. "

" Sit down. " (Y/N) said as he sat down in the middle of the ring.

Alec was confused, but he sat back down, looking at (Y/N) curiously. " What? "

" Getting into that mindset is not easy. It didn't come for me easy too, you know? " (Y/N) admitted.

" How did you get into that mindset? " Alec asked as he tilted his head. He really looked like a puppy.

" Even though I don't kill, I thought to myself it's me or them. I lose and get killed or worse, or I perfect my skills and make sure that doesn't happen. " (Y/N) explained and Alec got lost in thought.

" Really? " He asked, as if he couldn't believe it.

" Yes. It's not easy, but it will be worth it. " (Y/N) said as he stood up and then helped Alec up.

" Now, lets, get to the showers and wash the sweat off and then meet up with James and Althea. Also, you did good today. We need to work on some basis, but that's okay. You just need good foundations and then we can move on something more advanced. " (Y/N) said as he unwrapped his hands.

" Huh. You are a good teacher. " Alec admitted and (Y/N) gave a bat smirk as he hopped out of the ring.

" And you are a fast learner, oddly enough. Now lets go. " (Y/N) said as he moved to the showers, ready to shower and meet up with Althea and James. Alec followed.

Maybe having Alec on the team wasn't a bad thing. He really thought about it. Maybe he would fit well.

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader

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lazaruspiss · 3 months

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Begging for jaydick headcanons because I'm also a Jaydick hoe 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

where do i begin. horny? horny probably.

Dick bottoms like 90% of the time but as far as any dom/sub things go those two are the switches to end all switches. both need to be told they're a Good Boy while getting the soul fucked out of em and both need to dote on the other and remind them how much they like (love) them.

i think they'd also both have a bit of a sadistic streak, but Dick is the only masochistic one. i don't think Jason would be too big on being roughed up in a sexual context, i just can't picture it. no physical roughness, no particularly intense degradation, but that just means Dick has to get creative lol. though on the subject Dick also wouldn't /like/ feeding his own sadism.

i have a fair few sadist Dick thoughts based of off the times in canon where he hurts someone, recognizes that he enjoys it, and express at least some level of disapproval towards himself for feeling that way. no one really talks about how Dick does seem to, yknow, like fighting. not bc he's some angry violent asshole or bc it's violence for the greater good, but just bc it scratches the ever persistent adrenaline need in his brain.

hmmmm. Dick getting fed up with Jason being too thoughtful. we're gonna tread a tiny bit into projection territory but stick with me. when someone spends too much time being used by people or constantly shaping themselves around what others want it can kinda fuck up their head. when someone approaches without wanting that, without wanting them to shape themself around what they want, it can be a shock. Jason so aggressively wants Dick to be independent and true to himself that it's something they fight over, bc Dick's entire life has revolved around serving others and Jason can't just uproot all that by telling him his entire life is a lie and that he should reevaluate everything about himself and everyone around him. ok yeah im having flashbacks to the jaydick thing i wrote forever ago. (x)

they can both cook and take turns planning meals, with one making sure to call/message the other if they get busy with something so that they can adjust their plans around whatevers happening. i can also see cooking being a bit personal and intimate to them. Jason sticks to eating shitty fast food most of the time and never really cared about proper meals when he was on his own, but now he has someone to come home to. someone to eat with. he cares a lot about cooking well because he wants to show without words just how much it means to him to have Dick around. Dick has been shown to cook for people when they come over, so i think it'd just feel like basic courtesy to him. some sort of standard politeness to feed and welcome his guests if he can. he wears himself thin a lot of the time and doesn't tend to make an effort to cook when it's just him, but when he does cook he enjoys it. repetitive motions, straightforward instructions, relaxing sounds and smells, cooking is fun. seeing Jason gorge himself is also very heartwarming, and more filling than any meal.

theyd have a mutual agreement to, /if/ they have kids, raise them non-religious. between Jason "possibly catholic but also died and so it's complicated" Todd and Dick "my religion is Batman" Grayson, they really don't wanna pass on any of that to any theoretical kids.

on the subject of child rearing still: i think Dick would be against sending them to any kind of private school. he had a very not good time there and thinks that if theres gonna be a chance for their kid to be picked on either way than he'd rather not waste the money. if anything he thinks private school would be worse, because all those shitty rich kids know each other and each others parents and he'd really prefer his kid not being beat up and called slurs bc of who their parents are. he'd rather homeschool if their schedules allowed it but he recognizes that would be too impractical. Jason would have more mixed feelings, bc there can be a bit of an advantage in the long run from having gone to a reputable and recognizable school, but he also isn't sure it's worth having an argument about when chances are the kids gonna learn all the important stuff from them anyways. there is a very tense conversation to be had before enrolling their baby in kindergarten.

they have a few too many conversations about theoretically having kids for guys who don't have the guts to just go for it. waiting for an orphan to drop in their laps like theyre fuckin batman. idiots.

they're a bit worried about the Titans' reaction but the worst that happens is Wally giving an exaggerated sigh as he gives Donna her well earned 50 bucks. everyone saw it coming, and you two are hopeless. Wally is excited to be Dick's best man for realsies this time, and Jason is on the receiving end of a few too many shovel talks. by the time Roy gets to him it's turned into

Roy: yeah i dont need to say it do i. blah blah hurt him and ill kill you and all that. congrats on the boyfriend.

Jason: oh cmon, i thought you would at least have some faith in me.

Roy: bros before hoes, sorry man.

Jason: ... excuse me?

Gar's version of a shovel talk is just turning into a grizzly bear and doing the "ive got my eyes on you" gesture. anyways Bruce is invited to the wedding on the condition that his assigned seat is next to the Riddler and he has to pretend that Brucie has gotten real into riddles lately. he has to laugh at Eddie's jokes under the threat of never being allowed to contact Dick or Jason again. Jason suggested it bc he thought it would be funny, Dick rolled his eyes but agreed bc it means Bruce can't corner him to berate him about his life choices.

#asks #anon #jaydick #i could probably keep going but uh. post long.

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skunkox · 6 days

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Country Lovin Darlin and Rambles.

Is this gonna be self indulging? Very much so. I'm starting to realize no one can stop me, but hear me out real quick. Forgive me if you do decide to read all the way through. It's a lot. 🥲

Before moving to Dahlia, Darlin' used to spend half their summers with their grandparents in Texas. Sorta old money/ retired folk. Big land, but not too much on it. Plenty of room for the shiftsr grandchildgren to play. Passively still making money via whool sales. Yeah, there's other animals, but it's not a giant operation. They do have other empowereds working as ranch hands for them, though.

Anyways, a good moth or so out of each summer as a child, Darlin would help around the ranch, learn to cook and bake, and even participate in town events. (I'm telling you the fucker can cook. Just not for one person.)

Lazy Sunday mornings were spent in front of the TV with their grandfather watching old westerns or things like "The Andy Grifith Show," "Little House on the Prarie," and "Tales of Wells Fargo".

Not even halfway into they stay, they'll have developed a country accent. They still struggled to get be friends with most of the kids their age. Was it because they picked up a garden snake like it was just a piece of rope? Was it because they alegedly chased a kid girl with it that had been giving them hell? Who knows.

I wholeheartedly believe that Darlin was a pageant kid at some point in their life. Regardless of how ruff and tough they are, they were a cute kid. Don't pay the bandaid brand character bandaid any mind.

This is where I say this is really just my version of Darlin and a little bit of Sweetheart. It's Redunk Time.

Specifically for my version of Darlin (fem), "Southern Bell" like fair competitions are what her grandmother would enter the kids in. The one day out of the year she's happy to put on a frilly dress and bows. Not a whole lot of confidence for themselves on stage for the most part, though.

Diving more into the idea that Darlin and Sweetheart used to be friends before the move idea. Sweetheart has gone with them once or twice. Especially when the older cousins were visiting for less time, if at all. The old wolves like a full house, so they had no problem hosting another empowered child.

Sweetheart loved taking pictures and video of their adventures. Still currently holding footage to a misshap of sorts that they swore to never tell anyone about. They also have footage of competitions from the fairs. Including the pageants. Do they plan on telling the pack? Yes. (That's a post for another day)

The duo thought it was weird that the they would be leaving at separate times. They noticed the soured moods of the grandparents but the older wolves couldn't bring themselves to say anything on it in the days leading to their departures. Sweetheart took the flight home alone. Darlin was under the impression that the family was taking a short trip to California before summer ended.

Much to their distraught, their parents had either been moved and or found new jobs in Dahlia. The move was in the works for nearly half a year and they had no idea. Their older siblings knew, but they did everything their parents told them. They got no warning that they wouldn't see their friends anymore. That they wouldn't be attending school that fall with the same kids. That they wouldn't even get to say goodbye to their old house. No proper goodbye to Sweetheart.

Summer visits to Texas were just about haulted. Their parents wanted Darlin to better acquaint themselves with the other pack children. This was a struggle for years.

Sweetheart moving to work for the department and finding themselves with Milo was one thing. But the first time they happened to see each other in a pack meeting was rough. They knew almost instantly who each other were.

Sweetheart had seen a photo in Milo's living room. It was framed next to a lamp. The picture was of Christian and Amanda who awkwardly sat side by side. Hands just nearly touching. On one end of a log. David sat facing forward while Asher sat crooked with an arm thrown over David's shoulder. Both had been laughing. Milo and Darlin had been on the ground and back to back. Darlin had thrown up a rock sign with a small smile, attempting to no ruin the picture with their resting pitch face. Milo sat leaning on one knee, trying his best to look cool and composed.

To make a long story short. Both played dumb as to knowing each other for one reason or another. It wasn't till the Quinn situation, and Darlin coming back to the pack did the two start to speak. It took it all being over for them to finally become close again.

Back to the country thing

Hearing Sam speak for the first time really took them back especially at the end of their conversation with "Didn't your mama teach you not to talk to strange men in the dark, all alone?"

It felt familiar. It disarmed them and put then at ease. Sam's voice is something Darlin couldn't and still can't get enough of. They slip into an accent every once in a while. To them it feels right. Some slips happen in front of the pack and they've been teased for it. Sweetheart knows thr truth and is waiting eagerly to spill the beans on their country loving friend.

So... didn't mean for this to be as long as it is. Really putting a lot into Darlin's character cause it feels right. I like old TV. I mean sorta staticky box tv vibes. My grandfather was into a lot of it. My mom started me on LHOTP and I recently discovered a live channel for it and only it.

I really do apologize for how messy this all looks. It was an accident. Anyways, some bits and pieces of this will eventually be drawn out. Got weeks worth of stuff to do for this Fandom alone 😭

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted sam #sam collins #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #redunk universe

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elidoesntbreathwee · 1 year

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It all started in a bathroom stall. Steve and Robin had been drugged by Russians, and were high off their minds, a little less now though.

"But Tammy Thompson's a girl..."

"Steve"

"Oh... Holy shit."

Robin, his best friend, his crush at one point, like girls. He knew that if he had been who he was in high school, he would have walked away from her forever, and thank fuck that he isn't. It finally, REALLY clicked for him; girls can like girls, and boys can like boys, and it isnt weird, or of the devil, or whatever people are saying.

Now he understood one of his kids more, and thats always a plus. Will probably would have never said anything explicitly to Steve. Will liked Steve, he thought he was cool, but Will could barely work up the guts to tell Dustin, Lucas and Mike (though Mike sort of always knew) But Steve also kind of knew, so he didn't make Will come out or anything, just pulled him aside and told him that he could be who he was, and that Steve wouldn't judge.

Then Steve thought. He thought back on high school, about the weird feeling he had about Tommy H. Steve thought he just loved him as a friend would. He was wrong about that feeling. He realized he didn't have the "close friends" feeling about Tommy H. after being taken to the police station after getting into one heck of a fight with Johnathan Byers. Yeah, so those close friend feelings weren't close friend feelings. "King Steve" had once had a *crush* on Tommy H. of all people.

This didnt make any sense to Steve.

"But i like girls, i always have. How could i have like Tommy H. in that way, and still like girls" he thought

He didn't know what to do, so he asked the closes one to him, his Platonic (with a capital P) other half, his best friend, who also happened to be a lot more knowledgeable about this topic. He asked Robin.

"Hey Rob, what if someone, let's call them, Mark. What if Mark had always like girls, but one day he realized he liked a guy. What would Mark do?"

"Well, I don't know "Mark", but i assume that he would panic a bit, then go to his best friend and tell her about it, and then she would say ' Well, Mark, you can be bisexual. That means you like girls AND boys' and then she would hug Mark"

Robin hugged Steve.

"Its ok", she started, "that you're still figuring out who you are, Steve. And im always here if 'Mark' has anymore questions"

They laughed and went back to whatever they were doing on that particular night.

Then the world needed saving again, and one Eddie Munson was a suspect for murder. Dustin knew Eddie, and knew that he would never do that, so Steve had to help Dustin (and Eddie) by 1) getting rid of Vecna (a.n. getting rid of the B, iykyk) and 2) clear Eddie's name

It did not go according to plan, of course. First Steve comes closer to death than he would like, (which is nowhere near it) then Death looks Eddie in the eyes, but Eddie, being himself, looked Death straight back and told him, 'No, fuck off'. At least they finished Vecna. (as far as they know)

But the biggest thing that didn't go according to plan was Steve's new big fat crush on Eddie-fucking-Munson. Of course, because Steve needs more drama in his life, so why doesn't Life through a crush on a drama queen like Eddie (a.n. get it, cuz he's a theater kid. idec if its cannon, its just flat out true) into his life.

The worst part of it is that now Stee knows what he's feeling and has to worry about if Eddie's straight or not, and knowing his luck, Eddie was about 99.99% likely to be straight. But Steve held on to that 00.01% chance that *maybe* Eddie liked guys. But Steve? Why would someone like Eddie Munson, goofball, metalhead, and 'dragon game narrator thing', like boring old, ex-king, Steve Harrington.

But Eddie keeps looking at him in a way, a way that makes Steve feel like he might have a decent chance with Eddie. He keeps pressing up to Steve. To be fair though, Eddie does that with everyone, y'know, getting up in their faces, leaning on people. But with other people, it's only for a few seconds, with Steve, though, he lingers, like he wants to be near Steve all the time. Steve wouldn't mind that though, not at all.

Guess who Steve tells first. If you guessed Eddie, then you're wrong. If you guessed Robin, then you win! He didn't really want advice, he just wanted to tell someone; to get it off his chest.

Robin listened, as a good friend does, and they moved on from it, Steve not wanting to linger on the subject.

Then, one evening, the whole gang had come over to Steve's for a movie night. They were 2 movies in, when Eddie left to go smoke outside. Robin encouraged Steve to go with him, even though Robin didn't like that Steve still occasionally smoked, she could let it rest for a bit in the name of love.

Outside, Eddie was leaning against the railing of the back porch. Steve walked up to the railing as well, silently.

"Nice sky. Pretty stars" Eddie said, in between puffs, breaking the silence

"Yeah, it is. You happen to have an extra?"

Eddie handed Steve a spare cigarette and handed him his lighter as well. The two smoked in silence for about 10 minutes.

"Didn't know you smoked, Steve"

"Surprised?"

"Yeah, i guess. I don't really know. I've been thinking, y'know. Before a few months ago, the only way i knew you was by how you were in high school. Dustin had told me you changed, and i guess i believed him, but I never knew how much you'd changed. I've said it before and i'll say it again, you're a good guy, Steve. Hell, you're a great guy, and i guess I'm still jealous of-"

"Of what?" Steve interpreted him. "Of my stupid hair? Of how i can't win a fight? Of my stupid fucking polo shirts? What's there to be jealous of?" Steve said the last sentence quietly, looking down at the ground below the porch.

"Steve..."

"Hm?" Steve said without looking up. He had already gotten through his whole cigarette and Eddie was just about done with his when he said:

"You know how much Dustin talks about you? The kid sees all the good in you, which, to be fair, is most of you. You're funny, and smart, and you may not win fights, but you sure as hell give it your all." Steve looked up at him, eyes tearing up.

Steve bit his lip to try and keep himself from crying, but it was no use, the tears had already started streaming down his face. Eddie ashed his cigarette and hugged Steve, giving him a shoulder to cry on. They swayed ever so slightly, which was comforting to Steve, even though he felt bad about crying in front of someone, much less in front of Eddie.

Steve cried for a few minutes, and when he had gotten most of his tears out, Eddie leaned back and wiped the tears off of Steve's face, cradling his cheek. Steve rested his forehead on Eddie's and before he knew it, Steve was kissing Eddie Munson.

When the two walked back into Steve's house, instead of going back to their original seats (Eddie next to Dustin on one couch and Steve next to Robin on the other) Steve and Eddie squeezed next to Robin (who was next to Nancy YIPPEE) and cuddled. Robin scooted closer to Nancy to give the two more room on the couch (and to be closer to Nancy) and Mike sat where Eddie had been sitting, and Will scooting closer to the couch Mike was on, but still sitting on the floor. Lucas, El and Max were already halfway asleep, so they didn't really realize anyone had moved, and Erica couldn't have cared less, because she had her ice cream and that was all that mattered.

And the rest if up to you and your imagination cuz i dont wanna keep writing :D Hope u liked :)

#steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #st #steddie ficlet #sorry this was so long lol

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wolftoes · 1 month

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Reader Takes The Pillarmen to a Renaissance Fair!

A/N: This has been in my drafts for LITERAL YEARS, but im finally posting it. I will let it rot no longer. I'm sorry I didn't do anything for Santana, I couldn't think of anything for him.

Kars

At first, he was disinterested, as you weaved through the crowded medieval street. He thought he was above such festivities.

Plus, why would humans wish to relive a time they were less advanced? This seemed silly and illogical.

Until he saw a stall full of tiaras.

Then, he was like a kid in a candy store. It was almost scary.

He picked out this one. (But more expensive and extravagant, of course.)

He never took it off. He wouldn't acknowledge you unless you called him "Your Highness," or the like.

It wasn't just for the day, either. He kept up that act for two months.

He also bought a luxurious black cloak.

Needless to say, your wallet hurts.

Esidisi

He's excited.

Particularly, about the pirates. And the alcohol.

He is parading around, in a shirtless pirate costume, with one of those fancy hats with a giant feather, and he is carrying a pint in each hand.

He got challenged to a drinking contest in one of the taverns, and naturally, an ambulance had to be called. Not for him, though.

He ended up getting banned from that particularly tavern, and subsequently all of the others at the venue.

Somehow, he still seems to be stone-cold sober... (haha)

Wamuu

When you told him about the fair, he was intrigued.

As you explained to him what this was, it came to light that he had a particular interest in the joust at the end of the night.

You both had been doing the regular activities, when the joust was announced.

You followed the crowd to the arena, and one of the more crucial actors had fallen sick.

The announcer noticed Wamuu, and ended up asking if he could fill in for the knight. Wamuu, of course, agreed.

They quickly suited him with the largest set of armor they had, and they continued with the event.

He ended up showing off some of his abilities to the crowd, though carefully as not to actually injure any of the actors.

It was a plot twist that the crowd adored.

By the time it was over, they were asking him to return next year.

However, they ended up deciding to have him only do occasional cameos.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba headcanons #battle tendency #jjba pillar men #pillarmen headcanons #pillar men #kars jjba #kars headcanons #kars #edidisi #esidisi jjba #esidisi headcanons #jjba wamuu #wamuu #wamuu headcanons

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saphiraprince22 · 1 year

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Beautiful Just The Way You Are

Author talks: This is my first ever ask and thank you so much for it @aroseinvelaris I hope this is what you are looking for.

Warnings: Leo being insecure of his body and hurt and comfort for Leo.

Leo was confident for most part but sometimes he just couldn't help but compare himself to the other boys at camp.

They were stronger, smarter and had more muscles than he could ever imagine that had the ladies swooning over them.

Now don't get him wrong at the back of his mind he knew that he could give them a run for their money but he just couldn't help but wonder why you wanted him.

His beautiful girlfriend, who was so smart, strong and oh so pretty. You had met him not long after he came to camp after the war, at first you guys were just friends and he was with Calypso.

It all went down hill when Leo and Calypso broke up and you were the only one that could get Leo to have his food. Though he kept up his façade of being the coolest person around you were the only one who saw through his act and could confront him and you were the only one who had seen him cry after his mothers death, that was when he realized that maybe you were the one he wanted.

And it didn't take long after that for him to finally confess to you and you had smiled and told that he had taken long enough and that if he hadn't confessed soon you would have done it yourself. It was then that he realized that he would be happy after all.

Leo knew that the color green never suited him and that he had no reason to be jealous or as he vehemently put "annoyed" by other boys at camp. You knowing him like the back of your hand always assured him that the other boys were just athletic airheads (God forbid Percy or Jason hears this) and that he was way cooler and that she thought it was hot seeing him build things at his bunker.

That had definitely gone to his head and you later found him flexing as he worked around bunker knowing that you were watching as you fondly rolled your eyes and refused to acknowledge the warmth of your cheeks.

All these thoughts were swimming inside his head when he was laying at the infirmary after picking a fight with some Ares kids who saw you as an object of reward and not the smart and powerful demigod that you were.

You had been out the whole week for a quest and were blissfully unware about this and he knew that he would most probably get an earful once you were back.

And you were definitely not happy to seeing him with a bruised eye and a busted lip, but you didn't say anything as you sat at the end of the bed waiting for Leo to explain himself.

You knew that Leo rarely picked fights and you also knew that he wouldn't have done it without any reason so you kept quite as he explained what had happened.

What drew you attention was that at the end he mumbled. "Maybe they are right and that I don't deserve you."

"Leonidas Valdez what makes you possibly think that I don't deserve you?"

Leo started at you wide eyed, sure you guys had your fair share of fights but never had you used his full name before. "T-They are right aren't they, I mean I can't fight like them, I don't makes the girls in Aphrodite cabin swoon over me, they don't even consider me as a compet-"

You didn't let him complete as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss and you only let him go once your lungs were gasping for oxygen.

Leo was wide eyed for the second time that night and it was for an entirely different reason, he had never seen you like this and maybe he liked this new change.

"You listen to me very carefully Leo, you are beautiful just the way you are, with these hands that can fix and build just about anything, that keep me warm when its cold outside, that can cook for me because you and I both know that I most probably would have starved to death without them."

That drew a laugh from both of you and you held his hands as if that were most precious things to ever exist. You then cupped his face delicately as he would with all the trinkets he would make for you at his bunker.

"This beautiful, handsome face that comes with the smart ass mouth that just wouldn't keep shut in the most dangerous of situations, the same that just wouldn't stop assuring and encouraging me when I am feeling down."

You once again pulled him for a kiss but this time it didn't last as long as he wanted it to.

"I love you for who you are Leo, I don't care what others think about you, I know who you are and I am in love with you not them so I want you to promise to me that you wouldn't let anyone's opinion change you."

Leo had a warm an watery smile on his face as he held his pinky, "Pinky promise," he whispered as you grabbed his pinky with yours mirroring the same smile that he had. "Pinky promise".

The two of you giggled as you kissed each other. You suddenly pulled back and Leo noticed a fire in your eyes that he had never seen before.

"You are my man Leo Valdez keep that in mind I don't want anyone to look at you the same way I do, do I make myself clear?"

Leo smiled and gave a salute as he replied, "Yes Ma'am".

You both laughed out as the night was filled with laughter and stories of your quest and before Leo could welcome the sleep he looked down at your sleeping figure with a small smile on his face as he knew that no matter how many insecurities and problems you two would have you both would always be there for each other and that it would be ok.

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@aroseinvelaris

#leo valdez #leo valdez x you #hoo pjo #leo valdez fluff #thank u

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miniimapp · 1 year

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4*TOWN As Kids

Gen ;; Crack + Fluff (??) - Headcanons

Warnings ;; nah

Proofread + Edited ;; nooooo

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 14 OF THE 4TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !!

this idea was literally me trying to figure out wtf the pictures when i was younger were meant to be and then boom, 4*TOWN content babeeyyyyy

Enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - The Weird Kid

You know those kids that just go up to anyone and start spitting some random or sometimes disturbing bs

Like,, kinda reminds me of the of the boy I sit next to in language study tbh

Mans will just start talking about the wirdest of things out of nowhere

Why tf are talking at me about thumbprint and how yours are superior ??

Why do you know that you can burn them off ??

Why have you researched how to organise a crime and get away with it ??

And why on earth are you telling me the details ??

You know,, that kinda stuff

Mans will just start talking, no brain to mouth filter needed

Not a single thought,, just a river of words

Mans was talking before he could even crawl

But he's also the type of kid to just get away with anything but he just has that charm yknow ??

Like,, he could be babbling away and being cheeky to a teacher and it's fine but if someone else even dares to breathe they're sent out

He's the class clown throughout his whole life

Nursery to graduation babeyyyy

Not book smart but street smart definitely

Common sense frrr

Most people wouldn't expect it because he always makes silly comments but T knows what he's talking about

I feel like he picked up an interest in music tech and producing when he was p young

Probably on some school music trip thay was only accepted to get more money out of parents but hey,, it provided T with his passion so..

He is the kid who shows you bugs out of nowhere

Yes he's very proud of them

He tried to keep a pet snail in his room once

That dream soon died in the form of a scolding lmao

Jesse - The Art Kid (obviously)

Never without a sketchbook or some form of paper

If his parents didn't put his art on the fridge he'd put it up himself, covering up all his grades and any other paper on there

Kinda cocky for a kid tbh

People told him often how talented he was and mans ran with it

Suddenly he's god's gift to the world

Golden child vibes tbh

People always asked him to draw them, you know, like how annoying people do

He would literally just ignore anyone who tried to interrupt his art time

Fair enough tbh, art time is art time for a reason,, not socialising time

Hhhhhh some people,, eh ??

Still though, mans did act p arrogantly about his skills

Somewhere along the way someone had to teach this kid the meaning on humility and confidence vs cockiness

So glad that it wasn't me tbh

You do not want a little grumpy Jesse on your hands

When I say fits of rage,, I mean fits of rage

I think Jesse, for the most part was a delight to be around, overly confident at times perhaps but fun either way

But if he was faced with any kind of conflict

Absolutely screamed his head off

I'm sorry but it's true

Also incredibly dramatic

Winning emmies by the age of 4

If he got any kind of sickness, whether it's a slight sniffle or a fever, he's gonna act like he's on the verge of death.

Seconds away from popping his clogs

He will make you feel bad if he doesn't get his way

Puppy eyes turn to daggers in milliseconds fr

He was definitely forced into classical music growing up and as he grew he explored other routes

He also calmed tf down as he grew too, thank all that is good

Mans cycled through many instruments and genres of music before landing on thinsg that stuck

Aaron Z - The Quiet Kid

Literally the stereotype of a quiet kid

He walked so all those quiet kid tiktoks could.. waddle ??

The funny thing is Z is not a quiet person at all really,, he just wasn't interested din any of their asses tbh

Tbh it normally amuses him when people always default to describing him as the quiet kid, or the shy kid, or the silent but deadly kid

Somehow people, at every school he went to, got the impression that he's a delinquent of sorts

That he'd fight anyone who dared to mess either him

Literally no sweetie,, he's just unnecessarily tall lmao

And also just doesn't care about you lmao

You know he does care about tho ??

His grandpappy !!

Being practically raised by him can do that to a kid

His most treasured possession is a harmonica his grandpappy got him with both of their initials engraved in it

Mans literally has a special case for it and everything

His grandpappy is the one who got him into music and all

Grandpappy used to be in a folk band back in the day, didn't you know ??

Z is so proud of his grandpappy, so happy to be related to him

Z wasn't particularly talkative when he was a kid,, he wasn't as quiet as people made him out to be but even around famy and friends he wasn't really loud

But he was, and continues to be, really expressive

In expressions, gestures

It's what makes him such a good dancer

And what makes dancing so fun for him

He can speak without words but instead with his body

Sometimes though, Z can get really passionate and talk for hours about something

Robaire - The True Golden Child

Is there anything little Ro can't do ?? Evidently not

The biggest teachers pet throughout his younger years istg

Probably got teased about it a little bit cause kids are cruel

But Ro literally aced every test he was ever given and it was hard to find an activity he struggled with

Basically a prodigy

I actually think that Robaire was a pretty shy kid though

Like,, people made him nervous and he had a bit of separation anxiety from his parents

Nursery was rough for all parties involved

Definitely a hard worker from day 1 but also a fair bit of a dreamer

Sometimes Ro's head would float up in the clouds and take ages to come back down

A-fucking-nother classically trained baby and he carried it on throughout his life

Mans has muscle memory with the same duration as an elephant

On that topic I feel like Ro has above average memory, maybe not photographic but definitely above average

He can remember practically every lyric he's ever learnt and every piano score he's learnt too

No one knows how he does it

You know the recorder lessons in nursery where you play hot cross buns or whatever tf

Ro somehow managed to make that cheap plastic shit sound good

Honestly astounding

Perfect pitch KING,, move out of the way charlie puth

His talent for it certainly helped but it wasn't the praise that made Ro decide music was his thing

It's the way he felt during his playing,, before he heard any praise about it..

Over the moon

Tae Young - The Cute Kid

Had everyone fooled from day one bro

Everyone's under the impression that he's an angel.. ha ha,, no

Not in any way, shape or form

It literally became a known thing that whenever he's get in trouble or introduced to someone new people would say

"Don't be fooled by his puppy eyes,, he's actually vicious underneath that expression.. "

No one ever heeds the warning until the damage is done

You were warned bro..

Grab a pair of listeners at the door and prepare to use them in the future

Tae was the trouble kid though, always doing things he shouldn't

And he'd always get away with it because of his adorable little face

By age 5 Tae had mastered the way of making any adult fold to his demands with just 1 look

A terrifying child to babysit,, can you imagine ??

I'd rather just be broke tbh

And that's coming from someone who has less than a fiver to their name lmao

Other kids his age would send Tae out as a back up plan to get teachers to derail from their lesson plan and watch above or something instead

Shit worked every fucking time

Pissed off every other class known to man

Another classically trained kiddo and he stuck with the violin

He just really enjoys it tbh

Maybe it's because he had a really good childhood teacher

That teacher instilled a passion in Tae bro

Talented teacher for that fr

Tae struggles with motivation tbh so habits are important,, especially those established when he was young

So yeah, that teacher was p incredible to Tae,, did something that Tae had never seen before lmao

#4town christmas countdown #4town #4town headcanons #4*town #4town jesse #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town robaire #4town tae young

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butimnotasexyrussian · 3 months

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Wait you texted your boss you love her?! Say more right now 👀

Wait, holy shit do I have access to my inbox again? FUCK YEAH. My messages are still missing and Tumblr is still not letting me reply to any posts but this is definitely a step up.

Anyway.

Gather round, children, and let me tell you about the dumbest shit I've pulled at work thus far.

I'm generally very quiet. So not even 3 months into this new job where I have no idea what's happening and I am NOT friends with my boss who I kinda/sorta idolize, there's a work outing at the state fair.

It's a good time. We get sorted into teams to do a scavenger hunt and then there's a division wide happy hour afterwards. I have a few drinks at happy hour and I'm chatting with people who I don't know. It's all good.

The calendar hold was only until 5 so I figure I'll leave then. But I get roped in with a group (including my boss) to go to a secondary location. I don't realize until later that it's past 5 so most of the people who have kids and families to get back to have left. At this point, I'm maybe 3-4 drinks in? And 3-4 drink me is when I get loud and aggressive and touchy.

Here, I loudly proclaimed that I was tipsy and it was everyone's responsibility to take advantage of me so I'd be buying drinks. After the first round, my boss tried to buy and I hip-checked her out of the way multiple times to hand my credit card to the server. She said, "Stop buying me drinks! I've seen your paycheck. You can't afford this!" And I said, "Shut the fuck up and tell me what you wanna drink."

This went on for like 5 more hours. I physically did not let her buy me anything. I told her I'd beat her up if she did. At one point, I got on the ground and did pushups? It was nice to see her outside the office where she seems more human and sometimes she hates her job too instead of the polished LinkedIn persona I feel like everyone has in corporate. One of her gripes is that she's been turned down for a raise multiple times despite doing a shit ton of work.

What you need to know about me is that if I decide I like you, we ride or die now (whether or not you want me to be. There's no gift receipt for this bitch). So of course I got very indignant on her behalf and said I'd beat up her boss because how DARE he deny her anything, especially when she carries the team on her back (my words, not hers). And then she was like, "I could do better as a manager" and I told her to shut up because she's amazing. But she wouldn't accept it and I was full blown drunk at this point so the logical conclusion was to hug her and kiss her on the cheek? She went oh! and laughed a little but she was definitely not as drunk as I was because she has like pure Nordic blood and my one saving grace is that I don't get the Asian glow.

After that, we got separated. (The day after she said she went to get fried pickles and thought I was right behind her.) Instead, I got swept out the exit with the rest of the crowd. I was drunk but cognizant enough to be like, hey I should tell her where I am since I didn't say bye. Which is when I sent her this:

And also this:

The drinks were catching up with me now so I called my mom to pick me up at the bus stop. I'd laid down on the grass to try to stop everything from spinning so much and also thrown up a bit. I didn't think it was that bad but my mom says I looked awful tottering over to the car, wiping my mouth and covered in dry grass.

I'm at the age where if I drink too much, I can't sleep and I never black out (which is good), so I spent the entire night replaying memories in 4K and thinking, why the FUCK would I say/do that? Also this was a Wednesday, so I had to fucking go into work the next day.

The I love you part is embarrassing but fine. Threatening people is less fine, but whatever. I really didn't have any excuse for the kiss on the cheek though. I was fully expecting my performance review to start off with my boss going, "Look, we have a no tolerance policy for sexual harassment here so..." and like, fire me.

Luckily she was cool about it and laughed it off, but I was so embarrassed for months. Now the embarrassment has worn off and it's just a hilarious story. But listen to me kids, the moral here is don't ever EVER get drunk at a work function.

#literally why am i like this #it's not even necessarily a drunk thing because last month i fully sober went up to my team and said #just took my last final (theology) for undergrad this morning. I'm done with college and done with Jesus. who wants to do shots with me

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sunny6677 · 9 months

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Flames.

Summary: Skid is saved from a situation he never thought he'd be in. But now he has to heal from everything he went through. And he doesn't know how.

Chapter 11: Keender.

TWS: REPETITION, TRAUMA, NIGHTMARES, SKID HAS A NIGHTMARE, PEOPLE BEING ASSHOLES, PEOPLE SIMPING OVER A LITERAL ABUSER, UNFORTUNATELY REALISTIC DEPICTIONS OF HOW PEOPLE TREAT BAD PEOPLE WHO HAPPEN TO BE SOMEWHAT GOOD LOOKING, PHYSICAL ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE.

(SERIOUSLY. SKID GOES THROUGH A LOT IN THIS SHIT. BE WARNED. YES, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT HIM SLOWLY HEALING FROM HIS TRAUMA, OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT SOMEWHAT DARK. BE WARNED. DONT WORRY THOUGH, IT DOESNT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THE DARK THINGS IN IT THOUGH. IT IS POTRAYED AS A BAD THING. THIS IS JUST ABOUT SKID HEALING FROM A BAD EXPERIENCE.)

(I ALSO PARTIALLY WROTE THIS STORY TO KINDA COPE WITH MY TRAUMA, SINCE WRITING ABOUT PEOPLE SLOWLY HEALING FROM THEIR TRAUMA KINDA MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY OWN EXPERIENCES.)

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Skid wouldn't be going to the candy store for a little while.

Well, that was at least what his mother had told him. She had apologized to him, saying she shouldn't have brought him there and that she should have known better. And despite Skid's pleads for her to know she did nothing wrong, she refused to believe otherwise.

As of now, Skid had already been suited back into his pajama's. They felt comforting against his skin, like a warm hug being pressed against himself. In all fairness, he really did need a hug right now. The sky was now a color of midnight black, stars speckled across the plane of the source of the darkness from above. The moon was shining brightly and peacefully from on high. Skid could hear the faint chirping of the crickets from outside.

As of now, he was in his bed. His mother had decided that maybe it was best he got some rest for the night. He had been tucked comfortably beneath the fuzzy covers of his blanket. His knees felt weak and numb underneath the blanket. And for literal minutes now, he had basically just been laying there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling helplessly. What was a kid like him to do?

Pump was already gone at this point. His mother had sent him off, saying that maybe Skid would need to rest for a little while. Yet, even as Pump left, Skid could see a concerned shimmer in his eyes. Pangs of guilt shrouded Skid internally, like a knife being forcefully shoved into his chest. It pierced deeply, as if a physical wound had really opened up inside of him. Skid was really starting to wonder just what was wrong with him.

He turned over. He could hear the muffled sounds of the TV from outside of his door, despite it being closed. His mother was still in the living room, most likely sitting on the couch and attempting to watch something in order to forget most of what had happened today. Skid gulped. Internally, he scolded himself for.. for what had happened today. He didn't know why he broke down in the candy store today, but he felt as if it was all his fault.

Skid weakly looked upwards. A thought entered his mind. He considered perhaps attempting to get out of bed and apologizing to his mother, but.. she'd be angry, wouldn't she? If he had gotten out of bed. No.. she wouldn't. She wasn't like that. Skid knew that so! So why did his mind seem so intent on portraying her like she was going to hurt him even though she never did?! Was it a fear? Some kind of anxiety?

Or maybe he was just ungrateful..

Skid grumbled weakly. He raised up one of his hands, and lightly bonked himself on the head. What was he thinking? Treating his own mother like she was some sort of monster... just what was wrong with him?

As he laid there in silence, he suddenly heard the audio from the TV switch to something else. Despite it being outside, he was able to tell that it was clearly on something else entirely now. It wasn't anything important certainly. He considered just trying to sleep for a few moments more, and possibly apologizing tomorrow so his mother wouldn't be worried for his own sleep. A part of him kept thinking that for whatever reason, she would be angry though.

Then, he blinked. He could hear what the voice on whatever channel his mother was watching was saying. Judging by the firm but professional tone in the male voice that was on the channel, he assumed that most likely, it was the news channel. He arched a brow—wondering why his mother would be watching the news late at night.

He then heard, and began to process the muffled words of the voice that was speaking. "Last night, there was a 35 year old man by the name of Keender Roosevelt arrested for kidnapping and possibly child abuse. He was faced with charges, but some individuals online have taken a strange liking to him."

Skid clenched his sheets, his eyes widening.

The voice continued to speak. "Most of the followers online are young women, who claim that Keender shouldn't be in jail because reportedly, he's 'too handsome to go to jail'. Some individuals online try to claim that what he did was justified for various reasons, and some even empathize with him. Some have even written fan letters to him."

Skid's pupils shook, water beginning to form in his eyes. He didn't understand exactly what he was hearing.

"Other information about Keender Roosevelt reportedly states that he was a failed screenwriter. Supposedly, the monster had a wife and a son of his own at the age of 28, but the two apparently mysteriously went missing. The last reported sighting of Keender's son had apparently been—"

...the voice stopped. Judging by the sudden clicking sound, and the muting of the audio, the TV had most likely been turned off. His mother had turned the TV off. In the gaps of his hearing, all Skid could hear now was the sound of the air conditioning and the chirping of the crickets.

Skid clenched his sheets yet again, tears slowly seeping out from the corner of his eye. People.. liked Keender? But—but why? He didn't even understand any of what he had just heard. In the silence, Skid continued to lay on his bed, his eyes wide open in the dark.

Skid then heard the sounds of distant light footsteps.

He then clenched his eyes shut, burying his face into his pillow. He hoped to god that soon he'd drift off to sleep and forget all about what he had just heard. The footsteps drew nearer, Skid's skin grew clammier and more tingly. But even as it did, Skid felt his muscles become numb, and the world around him slowly began to fade into the cage of slumber that resided within his innocent mind.

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In a hazy vision, Skid was in a car. Upon the hot metal seating of a car, in fact. He was in the back seat of a car. The seat beneath him felt hot, warm. Painful, even. He could feel it underneath his tiny legs. It ached, and he wanted so badly to squirm in his own slight agony. Yet for whatever reason, he didn't. He held it back. He held back the urge to quietly whimper.

He could feel heat against his pale skin. The warm summer air of.. wherever he was. Most likely, the AC in the car wasn't on, and due to that, it felt warmer than any fire that could be started. Skid could see the light blue sky outside, and various cars that were parked near. He didn't know where he was, but it almost felt familiar.

In the car he was in, Skid could see various items. Stacks of unmoved clothing, bags of opened snacks, an empty can. He could smell something foul, but he wasn't really sure what it might have been. The sun blazed it's glow upon him, and he held back another whimper. His eyes clenched tightly shut. His skin felt clammy and hot, and he could feel a wet feeling in the corners of his eyes. He felt weak.. weaker than before. He didn't even know what was happening.

"Jesus fuckin'.. I swear to.." He heard Keender's masculine and rough voice speak from in the front of the seat. Skid raised his head up, not out of curiosity, but to see what exactly it was that Keender had been cursing to himself about. As he raised his head, he could see Keender in the driver's seat with a cigarette held between his slender fingers. There was a light red cut on one of his fingers. Skid already knew what it was from. He had recalled a few days ago that Keender had somehow given himself a paper cut whenever he was trying to take a piece of paper from Skid. Skid internally blamed himself, feeling at fault for what happened.

Even so, Skid couldn't tell what Keender was mad about. A wasp buzzed from outside, and lightly ran into the car window that was beside Skid. Hesitantly, Skid spoke up. His voice still sounded meek, as it usually did whenever he spoke to Keender. "I—I'm sorry.." He didn't know what he did. But he assumed that Keender was most likely cursing because of him.

Keender turned his gaze toward him, and a chill went down Skid's spine. A bead of sweat slightly trickled down Skid's cheek. He held back the urge to whimper in the sheer fear of Keender staring at him. Keender then grumbled, saying, "Sorry for what, kid? And didn't I tell ya not to speak unless I spoke to you? What the fuck are you speaking for?"

Skid merely quietly whined in response, looking off to the side. Keender looked away from Skid, sighing. "Jesus fuckin' Christ.. whatever, kid. Just don't talk, okay? We'll be back at my house once I'm done smokin'." Keender stated. Keenders lips then lightly touched his cigarette, and outwards came a puff of smoke. Skid couldn't exactly see his face when it was turned away from him. He was weirdly glad he couldn't see his face though.

Skid then looked away. Beside him, there was a chipped cup of water. It was something Keender had gotten for him while they had been out on this little trip of theirs. Skid didn't really know why Keender decided to take him. He was going to consider yelling for help whenever Keender wasn't looking, but considering Keender was with him at all times, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to do that.

A bit of thirst internally pulsed inside of Skid's throat. He was longing for something to drink in this heat, and his water was the only thing he had. He looked at the cup, his eyes feeling dry from how many times he had cried today. He then lifted up his hand weakly. It shook slightly, violently even. It was hard to really hold onto things with how weak he had been lately. Yet even so, he continued to reach out for it.

Finally, his palm touched the cold glass. He held back a whimper, and let his fingers clench onto it. Then, carefully, he began to slowly try and grab it so he could pull it toward himself. Successfully, he managed to grab it. Tightly, with his hands clenched around it, he pulled it close to his dry lips. He needed something to drink right now. And fast.

He then tipped the cup, and let the liquid enter his mouth. It felt cold.. a bit of a chill ran down Skid's spine when he drank it. But it tasted weirdly good even so. Water never really tasted good to him. So maybe the heat was just affecting him? He then slowly stopped drinking it, and slowly pulled it away from his lips.

Skid then began to try and put the cup back where it was. A puff of smoke went out from Keenders lips again. His hands kept shaking, yet he tried to keep them steady. Steady. Steady. What was steady? He was starting to forget the meaning of the word because of how long he had even been around Keender.

Then, it slipped.

It fell from his hands, and onto the fuzzy messy floor of the car. Liquid poured out from the cup, and it fell with a hard thud. It was almost a miracle that it didn't break. Skid gasped softly, his voice barely audible. He immediately looked upwards at Keender, his gaze helpless. Already, Keender had been looking back at him. "What.. what the fuck?" Keender cursed. Pants began to violently escape Skid's mouth. Keender leaned his head over to see whatever had just fallen. In the darkness of the floor of the car, Keender could barely see.

Keender then looked back up. And judging by the sharp glare in his eyes, it was clear he wasn't happy. His brows were furrowed, his mouth was drawn back into a snarl. Skid opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He suddenly felt a hand wrap around his neck, and with a push, a sharp pain formed on his face! His body contorted further back into the seat of his car, and on instinct, he began to curl up into a ball.

Sharp, hurtful slaps began to be inflicted on different parts of Skid's body. Skid covered his head with his hair, and his eyes remained tightly shut. He could tell it was Keender who was slapping him, even though his eyes weren't even open. Keender began to yell violently, his voice tinted with an unpredictable rage that had been unleashed from him like a volcano. "You little brat! I just fucking got that water for you! How could you?!"

Skid whimpered. Sobbed. Cried. But there was nothing to be done in this situation, no one was around to help him.

He began to cry, whining. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

A final blow was landed near his head, and in that last moment, he sobbed again, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm.."

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Skid began to writhe violently on his bed. His legs began to kick, his arms gravitated towards his eyes in an effort to hide his tears. The tendrils of his hair were now messy thanks to his constant tossing and turning. His eyes were completely wet with tears that he had presumably been crying while he was asleep. A pitiful but tiny scream began to escape his mouth. He whined, over and over through tears and gasps, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The door immediately opened. In this moment, he wasn't able to tell who it was. But whoever it had been approached fastly toward the bed, and two arms were softly wrapped around his body. A hand went to his head, stroking it gently. "Agh!" Skid yelped. It wasn't hurting him. But he couldn't help but yelp anyway.

"Shhh.. shhh.. its okay, it's okay.." Skid heard his mother's voice speak. It was only then he processed that it was his mom speaking to him. He began to cry more in the realization. "Mama.. mom.. mom!" He whimpered. His eyes were still shut, tears pouring out from them like a waterfall.

His mother continued to presumably hug him, speaking in a soft tone, "It was just a nightmare.. its okay.. I'm here.. you're not there anymore.." She seemed to have known what happened despite not even being there herself. Was Skid really that obvious?

Skid sniffled again, his sobs becoming quieter. He opened his eyes. He could see his mother's concerned face in the dark of the room. His hands instinctively went to her, and he could feel her shoulders beneath his hands. "Mom.." He quietly whimpered. "Its okay.. you don't have to tell me what happened. You're here now. You're safe." She assured him.

Skid let out one last sniffle, and began to quietly cry, for it was all he could do. But even with his cries, he could have sworn he heard sniffles coming from his mother too.

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#spooky month #skid spooky month #lila spooky month #flames spooky month chapter 11 #flames spooky month #read the tws

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hiding-in-my-blanket-fort · 3 months

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They weren't kidding when they say a toxic mother can fuck you up in so many ways

Last night, I went out to dinner with my mother and sister. Our waitress was 7 months pregnant.

My siblings and I are in our 30s. None of us want kids. But my mother wants grandkids. So she has a habit of inserting herself into the lives of pregnant women/women with children in order to get her "grandma fix".

So she starts chatting up this waitress about her pregnancy, asking questions like, "Do you have a name picked out yet?" Stuff like that.

The waitress was very friendly and sweet, saying she was excited to meet her baby girl. She commented that she'd gained 50 pounds and she felt huge, but you could hardly tell in her all-black uniform.

My mother replied, "Well, I hate to tell you this, but that's not all baby weight."

The waitress sputtered a bit and quickly amended that she planned to lose the weight quickly - or hoped to, anyway. Which wasn't fair because she was so excited for her baby girl, she shouldn't have to worry about her weight.

I was appalled at my mother's behavior.

The restaurant was busy and loud, I was fighting a tension headache, and I was uncomfortable with the whole conversation in the first place. I knew my mother had shouldered her way into this woman's business for her own gains, and in front of me. She's well aware that I'm deeply unsettled by pregnancy.

But my mother has told me before, "Can't you just have a baby for me? You wouldn't have to raise it. I would raise it for you." (Which isn't even remotely true, not to mention the fact that it's never going to happen). She also says "You don't need a partner to have a baby these days, you know." Other times, she says, "I've given up on you giving me grandchildren."

Hence, she goes after other people with children now.

I felt so bad for this poor waitress. It was completely unacceptable of my mother to say that. I kept looking for a way to apologize, but it was so busy, and I didn't even have a way to leave the waitress a note. I hate that I didn't say anything in the moment to amend my mother's comment.

I've wrestled with a lifetime of eating problems and weight issues because of my mother making underhanded comments like this. She told me when I was a teenager, "Don't ever get fat. You'll never be able to lose the weight." So I was terrified to eat because I might get fat. I hated that she would push that same toxic weight bullshit on someone else, let alone a woman who was seven months pregnant who NEEDS the weight gain to be healthy.

It kept eating at me so I put together an apology letter and I knew I needed to go back the next day. It's a long drive - almost an hour - and it's wildly outside my comfort zone. I was nervous all night because I have social anxiety so walking into a place without having any idea how something would go puts my nervous system into overdrive.

I woke up with knots in my stomach and immediately bolted out the door. When I got there, it was taking every ounce of concentration to breathe. I was *this close* to being sick.

I spoke to the hostess and explained the situation but all I got from her was a stone cold face and one-word monotone answers. I said my mother had made a disparaging comment toward this waitress's weight last night and I came to apologize.

"She's not working today."

I handed over the note I'd written, asking her to give it to the waitress. She kind of...dismissively tossed it onto her desk and gave me this bland stare.

I explained that the situation had been weighing on my mind all night and I just wanted to let the waitress know how sorry I was. Would there be any way to text me to let me know that she received the note maybe?

"We can not do that."

Which I understand. There are safety reasons. I just feel like that note is never going to get to her. My social anxiety was running at 100mph by then.

My nervous system was flashing the "social rejection" alarm, even though I knew that wasn't the case. They were taking perfectly reasonable safety precautions. It had nothing to do with me. I wouldn't trust the public either.

I had to fight myself to not shut down though. I've gone mute in social situations before when I'm overwhelmed or stressed and I knew I couldn't afford that this time.

I kept telling myself, "This is not about you. Don't make it about you. Leave your ego at the door. Don't get caught up in your own head here."

I didn't know what else to do so I said, "The next time you see her, can you please just let her know that I am really, really deeply sorry for what happened?"

All the hostess said was a flat, "sure".

After the fact, I realized I probably should have spoken to a manager. But I was barely keeping my head above water, and getting stonewalled by the hostess led me to believe they might not even give her the note for safety reasons. If they weren't going to give her the note, and the waitress wasn't there, I couldn't do anything more.

It was so stressful. My whole body aches with tension now. Teeth grinding, stiff shoulders, tight jaw, headache.

And I'm not even the one who owes the apology. But my mother is so emotionally reactive and fragile that she would never dream of apologizing, let alone follow through. She would just get angry and claim, "Fine! I'll never talk to anyone ever again!"

So I don't know if the waitress will ever get my letter or not. And that kills me.

I'm exhausted and I'm done cleaning up my mother's messes. I feel like I've done everything wrong in this situation and I'm so pissed with myself for it.

#toxic mother #cptsd #ace talks to herself

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atomic-thomas · 9 months

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(Fake ASMR Commission) A Wholesome Morning With Your Girlfriend

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*try to use your best morning voice for this whole thing. and also sound loving at the same time. kinda like what you did with your 'Cuddling On A Rainy Day' audio*

*adorable yawn*

"Mmm~ Have I ever told you how wonderful it is to fall asleep to the sound of your heartbeat?"

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"It's just so... Divine... Soothing... Lovely... Other such positive words..."

"Just hearing the subtle yet strong sound it makes... Feeling it's gentle rhythmic beating against my face. It's music to my ears."

"And of course... It lets me know that you're alive & well... Here with me... And that nothing can go wrong."

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"Well... I suppose anything could go wrong. Like... An asteroid impact or... A hostile alien invasion."

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"Hehehe~ Unlikely."

"So... It's the weekend. What do you wanna do today? I was thinking we could go to the beach."

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"Aww, why not? You'd get to see me in a bikini. I know you'd like that."

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"I'll let you rub sunscreen on me~"

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"I see you blushing~ Is that a Yes?"

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"Hehehe~ Looks like all I had to do was entice you in a flirtatious manner. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. We could also search for fulgurite while we're there.

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"You've never heard of fulgurite. Really? Well actually... No, that's fair. It's not something that's often talked about or even all that well known."

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"So basically... When there's a thunderstorm on a beach, lightning can strike wet sand & turn that sand into a crystal. Just like how fire can turn sand into glass. These crystals are fulgurite. Once the storm has passed, you can safely look around on the beach for them. Might need a shovel to do some digging though."

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"I know right? That's so cool. It's basically crystallized lightning that you can hold in your hands. It can be sold off at high prices as jewelry. And gem enthusiasts will pay a pretty penny to get some for themselves. The larger crystals sell for a fortune. You can get rich quick if you just dig around for some fulgurite."

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"Keeping some as decorations is also an option. It's valuable regardless."

"Anyway... I also wanna go shopping today... Buy some ice cream. Flavors that help me cope with the criminal lack of banana ice cream."

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"I know banana ice cream exists, but I mean like... PURE banana ice cream. The only kinds I know are like... Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. Which is banana flavored, but it's got fudge & nuts in it. And some obscure brands that are like... Banana pudding with vanilla wafers & marshmallows."

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"See, that's my point. There's no ice cream out there that's just... PURE banana. I don't want all this extra stuff in it. Just banana flavored ice cream. Plain & simple."

"Another thing we could do is make banana bread batter & just eat that."

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"Whaaaaat? It's not weird. It at least isn't any weirder than eating cookie dough which everyone does. My mom did this for me all the time when I was a kid. She'd just make banana bread batter & let me eat that. It's basically banana ice cream, but with a different texture. Sometimes, she wouldn't even bake the bread."

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"Hmmm... Cookie dough ice cream actually does sound pretty bomb, not gonna lie."

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"Nnnggghhh... I still don't feel getting out of bed yet. You're just so soft... And warm... And... God, you feel like Heaven."

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"When you love someone enough, you can tolerate their morning breath. Besides, I have morning breath to."

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"We could just use the bathroom & come back to bed, but... Once I'm out of bed, I feel like I have to commit to the day."

"It's like waking up really early. I'll check my phone, notice that it's only, like... 2AM or something... And it's just so lame because I know it won't be easy to fall back asleep."

"But if I don't then I'll just end up nodding off around noon."

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"My point is that I feel there hasn't been sufficient enough bedtime with you this morning."

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"Glad we're on the same page."

"Hmmmmm~ I wanna hold your hand."

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"Yeah, I'm just gonna do that."

"Soft... Warm... Comforting... Hahhh... This is so peaceful."

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"Haha~ Yes, how lewd. We're holding hands before marriage. Such an act would be heavily censored on television."

"And now... I'll use my other hand... To brush your hair."

*Oh, Swedish Fish Kun! Fake has a job for you! Or Grenifer... Whichever she chooses.*

"I love spoiling you with affection. You deserve it so much."

*keep brushing*

"I don't know when we'll get out of bed. I guess when it gets too hot. There's a lot of body heat accumulating under these covers."

*more brushing*

"It's a shame that Summer cuddles aren't nearly as pleasant as Winter cuddles. Another reason why Winter is the superior season. You can bundle up as much as you want until you're warm. In the Summer, you can only get so naked."

*okay. you can stop brushing now.*

"It's a good thing we don't live in Arizona. That state is infamous for it's heat."

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"I'm sure there are hotter places in the world. But Arizona is just... Built different."

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"Nooooo~ Don't go yet~ Snuggle me more~"

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"I know it's getting stuffy, but... I'm just too comfortable to move right now."

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"I'll pepper you with kisses~ You don't even need to be under the blankets."

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"Good answer. Now c'mere~"

*repeated peck kisses all over the listener's face*

"*giggle* No one can resist a kiss barrage~"

*more kisses*

"There's that adorable blush I was looking for. Now what if I do this..."

*smooch on lips*

"*giggle* Hahhh... I love you so much. I just can't get enough of you. You fill my life with so much happiness."

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"Let's hold each other for a few more minutes. Then we can start the day."

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THE END

#Fake ASMR

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chaoticrobotics · 2 years

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Is vanny up for questions if so how is afton and one for whole glamrock gang who do you dislike the most

[No, Vanny is not up for questions, even if she was, I wouldn't answer anything relating to the Afton Virus at all. Vanessa maybe. But even then, no mention of the Virus is going to be answered.]

Similar ask I got: Question for everyone! Who do you hate the most and i am guessing that sun and freddy don’t hate anyone love all of you!

Freddy: You are right about me, I do not hate anyone! There is no reason to. Of course I may dislike some people, but I don't think it is nice to share those kinds of things. It will just cause trouble and hurt people's feelings.

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Roxy: Oh there's times where I absolutely HATE Monty! Especially when he's cheating at games! Oh it's so damn annoying!

Sometimes Freddy is annoying too. I don't think I ever hated him though, and he's usually pretty nice and encourages me a bit, so I wouldn't even say I dislike him all that much.

Oh, wait. Moon. I don't care for Moon. They are just... weird. I get he can't be out in light, but it's super fucking creepy to be in my room just for him to try and talk with me from the vent while he's on his way to Monty's room. Also the fact that he won't let me swear when there are no kids around, or their stupid cleaning habit. It's really just annoying.

Like Sun can be overly excitable and annoying, but that's actually FUN! And Sun only scolds you if you swear, he doesn't clamp your mouth shut like Moon does. I don't know. I just don't care for Moon too much. Probably my most disliked animatronic here.

Now, if we get into staff, wooooh! We'd be here all day with all the humans I hate!

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Monty: If we're talking about anyone, then Bonnie. That fucker was a total piece of shit. And Freddy just made things worse whenever he tried to mediate our fights. I hate both of those assholes.

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Chica: Oh! Uh. Let's see... I don't HATE anyone, at least, not enough for me to think of it off the top of my head... But uh, I don't really like Monty all that much.

Like, don't get me wrong! He can be really nice and fun to hang around with! But he ends up pushing people a bit too much. Especially Moon and Roxy. And he can be pretty violent at times. I know he has some anger issues, but he should really try to destroy things away from others. One time I got hit with something he broke and it shattered my eye... I think he just needs a better outlet or something, because I don't think golf is working for him. Maybe if we had a real gym with exercise equipment, or at least a punching bag, that would help calm him down a but...

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DJMM: If I am being honest. It's Sun who I care the least for. The way he treats others, especially Moon, is not fair. They have his own set of rules, and if people don't follow them, then he gets upset. His solutions to problems are either ignoring them or getting rid of them to ignore. It's not healthy. Not for him, and not for anyone around him. Honestly, it feels like walking on eggshells whenever he DOES come to the arcade, and I am glad those visits are rare.

I wouldn't say I HATE Sun though. He doesn't know any better. They were never told how to properly manage their emotions, and Moon's coddling of Sun doesn't help... *sigh* Those two need more help than I could ever hope to give... Either that, or they need to be separated...

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[Sun and Moon are temporarily off limits, they will be back soon!]

#questionnaire #glamrock monty #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #glamrock roxanne #djmm #noart #asks

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realityhelixcreates · 2 months

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Boarded Up Paradise pt 5

Nash decides to take care of a problem.

Warning: Nash is still underage and some sexual-ish things do happen in this fic. Certain non-consensual actions are implied here and there.

Song: The Floor is Lava-Epic Mountain Music

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions @whocares-idont

As the weeks ticked by, Nash built up his 'savings', sought out little foxholes to hide in and create his traps, and settled into the weird domesticity of living with a demon. Lust was quickly becoming a stable presence in his life, which made sense considering Nash had previously lived such a transient lifestyle, and never spoke anyone more than a few days in a row. Yet Lust was there almost all the time, and always told Nash if he would be gone. He cooked for Nash, even though Nash could never eat much, and often took his leftovers to Mons. He continued reading the demonology books, and Lust continued to take an interest in his schooling and especially his extracurricular activities.

Sometimes the two collided; there was a school resource officer who had been giving Nash trouble lately, and Nash had been building a trap especially for him. Nash knew he wouldn't pass the test, just as Nash knew he would not be missed. He wasn't the only kid on the officer's harassment list, and Nash felt certain that the other students would keep their mouths shut, even if they suspected him. By his calculations, their hatred for him was not as strong as their hatred for authority with a gun.

He had continued to play on his teacher's pity for his new orphaned status, and had even gained a few points with the principal, just for acting like a pathetic, lost little kid. That would be fewer detentions, as long as he kept the ruse up.

People were beginning to notice him more, though he didn't know why. He hadn't changed the way he dressed or acted, and he wasn't sure that his fellow students were looking out for him more because he'd lost his father, or if it was some other change. One girl had even told him he smelled nice. Why would she even say that? He wasn't even wearing any cologne or lotion, or anything!

He'd stolen some lotion from a corner store on the way home that afternoon.

All of these things delighted Lust, who wanted to know what he thought of the girl (nothing), what he got so many detentions for (speaking, mostly), and what kind of traps Nash made.

So he gave Lust one of his special Rubic's Cubes.

They were piecemeal contraptions, taken apart and recombined with sensors and taser parts, a little crude, but he was always improving.

“If you don't make any moves in within a certain time, it zaps you. If you try to tamper with the stickers, the sensors will pick it up and zap you. If you don't finish a row in a certain time, it zaps you. And the zaps get worse the longer it goes. I have a remote that I can use to control them, so I can make it worse if I want to, and start or pause the timer. I can also make them overload and self destruct.”

Lust plucked the little cube up in his long claws.

“~So it is a portable puzzle~”

“It's a toy.” Nash said. “They've been around since long before I was born; basically everybody knows what they are and what you're supposed to do with them. I've just improved that one so that it's more of a challenge.”

“~And you can solve it~”

“Of course!” he took the cube back from the demons claws. “Let me show you.”

Nash poked a button on his remote 'just to keep it fair', then his hands flew along the cube, a rainbow of spinning colors that swiftly resolved themselves into solid faces. He set the finished cube down well before the first electric pulse, and tapped the remote again.

“~That...was quite swift. So it is a color matching puzzle. I see. I think I could do that~” Lust mused.

“Go ahead and try.” Nash challenged, remixing the colors. Lust delicately took the cube and waited for Nash to start the timer. His deft movements were not fast enough, and Nash grinned as the demon yelped, nearly dropping the cube at the first zap.

“Not as easy as I make it look, is it?” Nash teased.

“~I merely need to get an initial grasp on where the colors are-ouch! Why~”

“No movement for too long. Gotta keep going.”

Lust continued, absorbing the increasing electrical charges, but not without complaint.

“~Ouch! Where is the last blue? Ow! I thought it was over here, why is it over there? Ouch! Why is this side solid, but this one mixed? How did that even happ-oww~”

Lust dropped the cube from stinging fingers, scowling at Nash's smug giggle.

“~Perhaps I am a touch rusty~” Lust admitted imperiously. “~Lofty Hellish plans tend towards greatercomplexity, after all~”

“Uh-huh. You got beat by human ingenuity, own up.”

“~So this is what you plan to do to your cowardly officer~” Lust asked.

“Maybe. I'm gathering info on the guy to see what the most fitting plan would be. I want him to really feel his inadequacy. He wouldn't be a school cop if he was actually worth anything. When all you're good for is bullying kids, you know there's either something nasty or utterly pathetic in your past. I'm gonna dig it up and rub his face in it.”

Tampering with evidence, petty theft, wrongful arrest, and soliciting sexual favors from a suspect in custody. Nash had been right: it was pathetic. The kind of shallow evils that apparently made someone the perfect authority for kids. Surely, nothing could go wrong there.

No, this one would definitely not be missed.

The police force had really been going through it these past couple of years. First the old commissioner had been indicted under massive corruption charges. Then' he'd put out a hit on the DA and the judge looking over his case. The DA survived, but had been horribly scarred, both inside and outside. A new name began trickling down the ranks of Gotham's organized crime rings. Even Nash, currently the pettiest of criminals had heard.

Two-Face was a damn stupid thing to call yourself, but Nash would bet all the bodies being dredged out of the harbor hadn't been laughing in the end. Especially not the old police commissioner.

The new one reminded Nash a bit of Mr. Rodgers in a kevlar jacket. He had all the seeming of a kindly old grandpa, but had dodged assassination attempts, ousted prominent cops who were also under investigation for corruption, and was even rumored to be working with Gotham's own urban legend: The Bat himself.

A lot of people thought the Bat really was just a legend; a huge bat that lived somewhere in the bristling, stony rooftops of Gotham. Nash knew though: Nash had seen him. Once. He was a man. Just a man in a costume, who had practically flown high over Nash's head, and away into the dark. It had given him an idea.

He also had the advantage of knowing that the Bat existed on other worlds, and could be outwitted, if necessary. Arkham still fought him regularly. Nash didn't really want to fight him though; he agreed with what the Bat was doing. He agreed with vengeance. He would join in soon.

His Riddler persona didn't need to be an enemy. The Bat could patrol the skies, and he could take the underground, make it into something productive.

And if they ever did end up on opposing sides, well, Nash had the combined experience of six other Riddlers behind him.

“~Vigilantes do tend to be romanticized, don't they~” Lust mused over it. “~There's a definite sexappeal in the mystery, the apparent altruism, the fantasy of justice~”

“I don't really care about that.” Nash said. “I'm just tired of it. Things need to change, and they aren't gonna change unless someone does it.”

“~Perhaps. Many were the hopes of those who beheaded the king. What happens if the next one is the same~”

Nash shrugged.

“He's got a neck too.”

“~Ah. Bloodlusssst~”

The sensuous hiss that escaped the demon sent goosebumps shivering across Nash's skin. Lust glided closer, looming over him until Nash bent backwards against the kitchen table. The scent of ozone and rose intensified around him, and Nash found himself swimming in it, floating in the hypnotic ocean of Lust's eyes. Anxiousness strangled him, left him short of breath. Lust both braced and unbalanced him, long arms blocking in both sides of his trembling shoulders.

“~Why, Eddie...you're salivating. Is that what drives you? Is that where your hunger lies~”

“I-I-” Roses on the demon's breath, so close he could see the hidden fangs. “P-please...”

“~Yessss~” Lust's deep voice neared a whisper.

“M-move back...”

The huge blue eyes dimmed with the demon's startled blink.

“~Ah, yes. Of course. Well, that form of lust isn't solely under my jurisdiction anyway~” he grumbled.

Nash relaxed as the demon moved away. Apprehension swirled in him, and something else. What would have happened if he just hadn't said anything? What was he willing to allow? Lust seemed to listen to him, more than their pact really demanded. All Lust really needed to do was not hurt him. He didn't need to feed Nash, or keep him company, or teach him things about Hell and beyond. Hostless, the demon was also alone in the world. Was he lonely too, or just an opportunist?

Why did Nash like it so much? His body reacted to Lusts teasing, but wasn't it supposed to? Could Lust tell when it happened? The demon never said anything about it, which was good, because Nash didn't know how to feel about it. He kept telling himself that it was because he was a teenager, and didn't have control over it. That Lust's presence was supposed to affect people like that. But what if it wasn't just that?

Nash wasn't very concerned about sexual orientation. Detective, Puzzles, and Swag had been effective roll models, and Nash had decided that it really wasn't that big a deal if he was gay. The only reason he'd been afraid of that in the first place was his father, and that was no longer an issue. It was very, extremely clear that Lust didn't care either, and why would he? It would all be food to him.

“Sorry, what?” Nash asked. Lust had been speaking.

“~I said that somethings are too complicated to be assigned to just one of us~” Lust repeated, tilting his head to look suspiciously at Nash. “~I cross lines often enough with both Gluttony and Love, and sometimes even Wrath and Trust, that things sometimes blur together. Why Eddie, it's unlike you to be so distracted~”

Nash scowled. Lust did like teasing him.

Narci seemed surprised to find Nash on his doorstep, but quickly ushered him inside.

“Are you free of that thing now?” he asked, concern in his airy voice. “I was talking to Arkham, and-”

“Really?” Nash said, skeptical. Narci's pale ears flushed.

“Well, I was talking to Puzzles, who talks to Arkham, and we were trying to figure out how to maybe banish-”

“Don't bother. I'm fine. I told him not to mess with you anymore, and besides, I don't want him gone. I like him.”

Narci stared at him.

“Nash, it's a monster!” Narci insisted. “It's going to hurt you!”

“No, no.” Nash waved his hands in front of him. “We have a pact, I'm safe. You don't have to worry.”

“It's a liar.” Narci shot back heatedly. “You can't believe anything it says! It just wants to take advantage of you. It'll swallow you if we don't drive it off. You can stay here with me while we figure out how. It's a demon, right? So, salt. Lots and lots of salt. I think it's...gold and amethyst that drive off evil spirits? I think I read that somewhere. I can get some of that easy, I might already have it, actually.”

He retrieved a box and began spinning through the complicated puzzle lock. He flubbed once, swearing in irritation at the needle that pierced his thumb upon his mistake, grabbing ad slurping down a vial of something from a nearby rack of what looked to Nash like fancy toiletries, and continuing on until the box cracked open.

It was full of beautiful jewelry, which sparkled in a dozen flashing colors as Narci rummaged about within, turning over loose stones and finished pieces alike, until he fished out a thick gold band topped with a shimmering purple stone the size of a penny.

“There! That oughta do it.” He handed it over to Nash.

“You don't actually believe this'll work, do you?” Nash asked.

“It's a start.” Narci said. “We can't let that thing have you.”

Nash handed the ring back. “Maybe you should wear it, if you're that scared.”

Narci grimaced and pushed the ring back into Nash's hands.

“I'm not scared!” he insisted. “I'm worried about you! That thing showed me awful visions. Awful lies. It's planning something for you, I know it.”

“Narci, they were just fantasies. That's what he does. Shows you something you want-”

“No! It's all lies! I'm not like that!” Narci struggled to regain control of himself. “Anyway, you keep that on. Just in case.”

“If you insist.” Nash said, pocketing the ring. It was a bit large for his hand. I actually wanted your help for something.”

He laid out his plan for the school officer, the why, the where, and the what.

“But I think I'll need help getting him there.” he finished. “It's not like I can dump him in a wheelbarrow and cart him around Gotham, you know.”

Narci smiled his cherubic smile.

“I think I might know a guy.”

#shards of the nexus #nash!riddler #narci!riddler #personification of lust

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prooverthinker · 3 months

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My mother was right

she was right. of course she was. I told her to trust me, that I will make the right decisions. I am an adult now, right?

My boyfriend lived five hours away. We got a chance to see each other in person, but it meant we would have to share a room at a mutual friend's house. my family is religious, and my mom didn't want me to share a room with him. But it was the only real option available.

I was sure I was going to be fine. I've had sleepovers with friends and it didn't need to be any different. We're both committed church kids. We wouldn't get into any trouble. I don't want it to turn anything and I'm sure we have enough self-control to be fine. We'd spent time alone before and it never turned into anything. Eventually, my mom gave her seal of approval.

She shouldn't have. Her fears were well-founded. we didn't do everything. not by a longshot. but it was more than I ever planned. I didn't want to want it. I thought I was stronger than this. But given the first opportunity, I threw that all away. I wanted him to touch me and I wanted to touch him in return.

But I also wanted to be the good christian girl I was raised to be. I disappointed myself and would disappoint my mother if she ever found out. But more importantly, I disappointed God.

But it would be okay. It was a one time mistake. As long as we repent and turn around, God will forgive us. But we couldn't turn around. My boyfriend moved, and now had an empty apartment ten minutes from mine. Pandora's box was opened. Each day I would claim that it was the last time. I would turn my life around, I would do better. And then two days later we would do it again. I would repent and turn around, just to fold the next time he kissed my neck. Clearly my repentance wasn't genuine. Faith without works is dead right?

Did I even want to repent? I am not hurting anyone. How can this be the line that God cares about? Ruth and Boaz were freaky before marriage (uncovering his feet? In Hebrew that is a euphemism for other things). And song of songs was about an unmarried couple. Who even decides what laws are for the modern day and which are for the past anyway? We don't have the same risk of pregnancy and other consequences today than in the past. Because those rules were to protect us from those things, we don't need them anymore.

This reasoning didn't work though. I still felt dirty. I betrayed myself. I missed the person I used to be. But I also didn't want to go back. This was something special that I didn't want to lose. I loved my boyfriend, and I loved being close to him in a way I never could have imagined before. I didn't want to lose God but I also didn't want to lose what I had found.

I needed to talk to someone. But the only person I could tell was boyfriend. No one else could know what we were doing. But crying to my boyfriend about going to hell one minute and taking his clothes off the next, wasn't fair to him. It dragged him into my guilt. This was my problem, there was no point in making him ride the rollercoaster too.

So I didn't. After the first couple cycles of us fucking and then me crying, I just stopped talking to him about it. He didn't need to know that I cried. And eventually it did slow down. I started to feel less guilt over time. But I'm not over it. I still feel like I lost something that I can't get back. I will never be the person I was before, and I'm not sure if I was ready for that when I made that decision. I love my boyfriend and I wouldn't trade him for the world. But sometimes I wish I could take it all back and start again. Or maybe I don't. maybe it was worth it. I don't know.

My mother was right. The sleepover was a bad idea.

#diary entry #religious trauma

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