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wifey-ohara · 8 months

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Yooo

Could I request a Hobie x gn reader where they're roommates and both can't sleep and just kinda catch eachother snooping in the kitchen at 3 am and then decide to cuddle until they fall asleep?

(Have a nice day/night!)

Ok this is funny asf bc i can imagine one of them elbow deep in some bag looking at the other like a deer in headlights while the other is "👁👄👁"💀😭

And they were (are) roommates

Hobie brown&gn!Reader

notes: fluff, could be read as platonic or going-to-be-romantic, hobie is the best raccoon out there, cuddles! We love that, author forgot how to write snackes,does he plural end in "es" or just "s"? Just ignore it, not proofread, written on the spot

You couldn't sleep. It was a simple fact, yet so fucking annoying

Dropping your gaze from the ceiling you looked at the clock beside you

2:17am

With a goan you turned around on your side, taking your cover with you and tried getting comfortable in the bed

And kept doing that for the next hour

Finally you gave up sitting up on your bed and glaring at nothing in particular

"if i ain't getting no sleep at least i can eat" you whispered, kicking off the cover with your legs as if it assaulted you

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen quietly, you didnt want to wake hobie up, at least one of would get some sle-

Too much for that...

You stared as you tried to hold in your laughter, doing your best at a poker face attempt as the sound of something moving inside a bag stopped as your roommate , hobie, snapped his head towards you and stared at you, as if he was a raccoon you caught eating your food

Giggles started to escape your throat as the thought crossed your mind, pressing your lips together to contain your wide smile

"ay, whacha laughin'bout!?" he barked out, a frown on his face yet a smile making it way through

You couldn't hold ot any further, you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut and howling with laughter, shoulders shaking and arm holding you up right by grasping a wall nearby

You didn't see him rolling his eyes at you and continuing to ravage through the bag he has in hand

With a more steady breath you calmed down, at least enough to talk and understand talking, giggles still bubbling up in you chest

"you couldn't sleep too huh" hobie asked, glancing at you going to the fridge

"yup" you answered "stuffing my face with food was next best option"

"fair" he agreed, noticing how you grabbed a handful of snacks, an idea popped up

"how bout we go and put on a movie, grab more snacks and make this into a movie night? -day? Eh whatever" he thought

".. Yeah that sounds good, you go, put something on and I'll grab the snacks " you answered, and he groaned

"ughh, you know i don't know how that crap works" he grumbled, going to do it anyway

You chuckled, grabbing more snacks and following him, plotting yourself on the couch and watching him trying to work out a streaming service, you're still confused on how someone (as cool as him) can't do something as simple, especially since he was your age

After a couple of tries he succeed and throws himself beside you, leaning to get the blanket on the other end of the sofa

"get closer, the blanket's too small" he reminded, you always said to replace it but you never did

Scotting closer you leaned on him and he dropped the blanket on both of you and laid down, focus drawed over to the screen in front of you

An hour in you noticed the he stopped reaching out for the m&ms on the coffee table and that his breathing slowed

Glancing up you saw he was fast asleep, features relaxed and peaceful

You decided to join him so you cozyed up to him and closed your eyes, letting his breathing, and steady heartbeats drive you to a peaceful slumper too

#spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie x reader platonic #hobie brown

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sawyerconfort · 9 months

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the coven (+ marie and kyle) realizing they must be in love with you would include...

Officially back and so ready to write for our coven!

To celebrate that I'm reopening requests, I decided to give you some headcannons. They've been running through my head for a while and I thought I should post them ASAP!

Hope you like it!

Anyway, enjoy!

Orders are officially reopened, but please take it easy! I don't want to leave anyone without posts around here!

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The Coven and Their Allies Realizing They're Must Be In Love With You (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Ok, we know that Delia went through a lot before getting here and that her self-esteem is not the best…

Regardless if it's as Supreme or before that, Delia never felt enough for anyone to love her and definitely avoided falling in love.

Maybe after Hank, things got worse in that regard.

But there, in the middle of her path, there was you.

Cordelia tensed as she realized that she was liking you more than a friend.

She didn't want Fiona to know (if she was still alive), so she just kept it a secret.

Okay, maybe Myrtle would have been the first person to know that she was in love with someone again, but she was the exception.

And Cordelia had to process all that on her own for a long time before she got up the courage to talk to you.

It started with just an exchange of ideas, a casual conversation that happened out of the blue when she approached you somewhere you guys went together.

Cordelia even offered to buy you drinks from time to time, a way of signing that there was something more and a way to at least be helpful and content.

(Of course it wasn't out of the blue, Cordelia kind of calculated her steps (not in an obsessive way) so she could get to you without stuttering…)

Delia won you over little by little, and your conversations gave her the confidence to keep going ever since.

Until the day she thought she couldn't keep it all to herself anymore.

"I'll be honest, I don't think I've ever felt anything like this for anyone before, but the truth is, I'm in love with you, (Y\N)… And, you know, it's okay if you don't love me back."

Secretly, she wanted you to reciprocate.

And well, actually, you reciprocated because who wouldn't fall in love with Cordelia Goode, right?

Fiona Goode

Let's start with the fact that you destabilize Fiona's entire pose the moment she first lays eyes on you.

And has been doing so ever since.

Falling in love has never been a problem for Fiona, she has done it countless times, and every time her loves have yielded incredible things for her.

But with you, it's different, and feeling it knocked her out at first.

Like, she's the queen of self-centeredness, and all of a sudden, she starts caring more about someone else than herself…

Nobody, nobody at all, would know that Fiona Goode is in love.

Oh yeah, and then there's the age thing, which she found a little humiliating at first, especially when she realized it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Of course, she had to make the first move.

And it would happen at a time when you're alone, at the bar, probably ordering a drink (similar to Cordelia's).

The difference is that Fiona wouldn't waste any time.

So, you can expect anything, anything, from her.

Endless flirting to make you blush.

And she always cracks that smile when she succeeds.

She will probably strike up a conversation, trying to find out what your tastes are, and use that to her advantage in an attempt to win you over.

Apart from the irresistible charm, which she uses even involuntarily.

Not to mention that once she got more intimate with you, she would brag about being the Supreme and most powerful witch ever.

"Would you ever consider dating someone older, (Y\N), like, casually?"

Zoe Benson

I believe Zoe (just like Luke) would be the most normal person to fall in love with, and handle it better than other girls.

Like, of course, she has the issue of her power and the like.

But I don't think she would consider that, especially after getting used to being a witch and having control of her powers.

Not that there wasn't that care and concern for her safety either, because the moment she realized everything, she wouldn't want to lose you.

I think she would also be like Cordelia and would need some more time to gain confidence in herself to confess her feelings for you.

Still, you can expect a few notes in the most unusual places you should find them, written by her.

Some were references to poems, others were song lyrics. Zoe would use that feature to be able to declare herself to you without having to use her words.

A few subtle flirtations when you met casually, whether it was on purpose or not.

Zoe is incredibly distracted when she is in love with someone.

And that would yield great content for Madison, who would be the first to find out about her coven mate's new love.

In a pre-Apocalypse era, Cordelia would have been your confidant.

And if it happened after that, Zoe would find a way to handle it all on her own too.

Either way, Zoe wants you to be sure that being with her is completely safe, despite the troubled life she leads.

"I think I'm in love with you, (Y\N). I'm serious."

Madison Montgomery

(anon who asked me a while ago about madison falling in love and being a complete mess, this one's for you!)

I don't think I need to comment on how frustrated Madison would be to fall seriously in love.

She doesn't give in that easily to anyone, but with you it's strangely different.

You can expect a softer side of her to come out over the days.

Not that her bitch side didn't prevail, of course, but you get the point.

Madison has a huge difficulty with words, and she secretly doesn't want you to know that it's because she has self-esteem and emotional issues.

Usually, when she stutters to talk to you, Madison pretends it was just a random distraction, with something passing by that caught her attention.

And you know the truth, but you think it's cute when she doesn't admit it, so you just let it go.

When she decides to tease you for fear of showing too much weakness and showing her feelings, it gets hot…

Like, when her bitch persona takes over, you can expect the dirtiest flirting, with her claiming with all the certainty in the world that she's going to win you over, no matter what.

But the thing that always gives away how much Madison fell in love with you is her jealousy flare-ups.

If you're relatively close and hang out together, she'll get used to other people talking to you.

But if you start a friendship for now, you can expect that seeing another person too close to you would give her a nervous breakdown.

Another one of the cute things Madison in love would bring you.

Given time, she would open up to you, no dirty jokes, no malicious intent, just pure, genuine feelings.

"Fuck, (Y\N), I swear to God I'm going to regret this, but I need to tell you that I'm in love with you, and this time I mean it."

Misty Day

There is no more lovable person while in love than Misty Day.

(Okay, my favoritism plays a big part, but honestly, I can't imagine anything else happening on Misty's part.)

It's very likely that this is her first time falling in love with someone, and it leaves her literally in a panic for days…

She's always done pretty well on her own, but after she got to know you, she realized that company might not be such a bad idea.

But she's a little scared to get close to you, scared that you'll somehow abandon her.

So things would start out slow, with Misty approaching you, making conversation and hoping to get to know you better after that.

You would expect her to get very carried away talking about the things she likes (aka Stevie Nicks, swamps and flowers).

And you can hope that would be the cutest thing to witness.

Speaking of flowers, she would take you to see the Miss Robichaux Academy greenhouse, in an attempt to get even closer.

And then she would make a point of introducing you to her favorite songs.

If it happens at a time when she's already tested the Seven Wonders, Misty would make a point of playing with a few of them to see if you're more easily impressed.

Misty is exceptionally clumsy when it comes to being in your presence.

Like, at the ultimate level, literally, she's a mess whenever she sees you, her nervousness, wondering if she's doing everything right.

And Cordelia would be responsible for calming her down when needed (and giving her advice on the best ways to get to you.)

"So, (Y\N), I think… I think I like you. Like, a lot. In fact, I think I'm in love with you, that's it."

Nan

Nan is too confident about her feelings to talk to you.

So honestly when she realizes she's in love it's not a problem.

She's just a little in doubt if it's really what she wants, and if you won't be amazed at the things she can offer.

Nan realizes that falling in love is harder than she thought, so whenever she can, she enlists the help of the other girls.

Madison would certainly tell her to confess her feelings at once and don't give a shit.

But Zoe would certainly be keen to give the best advice.

As it turns out, Nan has her own ways of dealing with these kinds of feelings, and again, once she really does gain confidence, she'll come after you without any help.

Little gifts and a few words of affirmation are all it takes for Nan to demonstrate how in love she is with you.

She's occasionally showing off her gift of clairvoyance, just to impress you and make sure it's not a problem.

"Okay, this is incredibly unexpected, but I'm having a vision about us… and that means I love you beyond friendship, (Y\N)."

Queenie

Queenie would probably be a person who would easily give in to feelings.

Not that being in love wasn't a shock to her, because it would freak her out that anyone actually cared about her for who she really is, even if she was a complete mess.

But once she was sure how she felt about you, she would go to great lengths to let you know.

She's completely honest, so whatever she has to say, she'll say it to your face, of course, as softly as possible, but directly.

Queenie is the type of person who, in front of others, would pretend to hate clichés.

But she would do them all for you, from little notes to sweets to a cliché date in the moonlight to flowers, anyway…

Now, if you wouldn't mind knowing, Queenie would die and kill for you (after all, that's what voodoo skills are for, right?).

She wouldn't think twice about confronting someone who was harming you, even if it meant hurting the person physically.

"I'm sorry, but I had to. I love you, (Y\N)."

And at the end of the day, she's just being honest and looking out for you.

Myrtle Snow

Complete madness, that's what it would be like when Myrtle Snow fell in love with you.

She may appear calm in front of others, but would secretly freak out when she realizes she's into you.

Unlike Fiona, she probably wouldn't deal well with the idea of the age gap at first.

But Myrtle would get used to it and see how insignificant it is when she realizes that her company is good for her.

Like, it's the first time Myrtle has been able to feel truly happy, not being in Fiona's shadow or the Council itself.

And she would certainly go against several Council laws for you.

But there would be the weird part of it, the crazy things you would be exposed to, being with Myrtle.

Of course, at first her ideas were completely crazy, but you learned to like it and get used to it.

To help, now you make her think twice before trying to gouge someone's eye out or making an impulsive decision.

Countless trips to Balenciaga now and then, the only place Myrtle and you would feel safe being yourself.

"(Y\N), honey, I think I like you more than I should. I think I definitely love you, in a romantic and sexual way."

Mallory

The biggest cliché of two teenagers falling in love could possibly happen between you.

Mallory is the most devoted and romantic person you could ever meet.

She's shy about admitting her feelings for you at first, but she'll learn the best way to say it without being too direct and scaring you off.

Coco basically being your cupid.

Mallory would hand you little presents from time to time, and when she noticed you had a bad day, she would do anything to cheer you up.

Very cute scenes of jealousy would happen even before she confessed her feelings.

Just like Misty, she would use her knowledge of the Seven Wonders and other powers to impress you.

And maybe, combined with her angelic beauty, it would work.

"I love you, (Y\N). More than a friend. More than I've loved anyone in my entire life."

Marie Laveau

Marie is tough and keeps everything a big mystery.

But she wouldn't be initially surprised to be in love with you no matter what.

I mean, she doesn't have to worry about love lives anymore after she supposedly got the woman she once ruined with her romances.

Without Delphine, Marie would become someone much more open and secure about her feelings.

And she would let you figure it out for yourself what was going on, though, because she was still afraid to express herself out loud.

She would make a point of keeping you safe from her enemies.

And I think Marie would be the perfect companion to learn how to survive in an increasingly cruel and evil world.

After all, three centuries of existence had to indicate something, right?

"The thing is, I think you're hot, (Y\N), and what do we do now?"

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is the smol bean we all deserve.

If it happened before the accident and before he was magically turned into a frankenstein, he would do anything to get at you in the best possible way.

But if it happened before, he would probably also be brave enough to take the first step and surprise you with the most infamous pick up lines.

If it happened later, Kyle would be afraid to scare you with brutality as an enemy.

But he would be surprised when he realized that the love he felt for you kept him from hurting you in any way.

Small gestures that would show how much he loves you, secretly, without having to use words.

Kyle would still remember a little bit of his life before the accident, so as time went on, he would become frustrated with not being able to talk to you about how he felt.

And I think he would make an effort to learn to speak again if it meant that it would bring you closer.

"I. Love. You. (Y\N)."

#lgbt #romance #headcannons #ahs x reader #american horror story #american horror story coven #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #fiona goode x reader #zoe benson x reader #madison montgomery x reader #misty day x reader #nan x reader #queenie x reader #myrtle snow x reader #mallory x reader #marie laveau x reader #kyle spencer x reader #don't know if this is accurate but anyway

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lizzie-wendigo · 3 months

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Well, now that I have finished these doodles, I'd like a little constructive criticism to the pilot, its fandom and its creator:

Pilot & Creator:

I must say that this pilot is extremely interesting, even the animation is better than many projects from big studios! Just knowing that one of Gooseworx's (the creator's) inspirations was the novel "I have no mouth and I must scream" is an important and interesting fact that drives you to watch this series!

Unfortunately I didn't see this pilot until the end of December, since its fandom really repelled me from seeing this project and I didn't know much about what they were talking about (I'll talk about that later), but I'm very glad I saw it. Its creator is a very creative person and she shows a lot of the maturity she has by making decisions based on HER DECISIONS and not by what the fandom wants (fan service).

Besides, I love the theories that people make regarding the plot of the series, personally I love the religious theory because of the references that gooseworxs makes.

Fandom:

Okay, I'm going into dangerous territory. I'm still undecided if I'll go in or not.

The reason is very simple, no one will deny me that the fandom is extremely sick, toxic and cringe; Which is why I didn't watch the pilot in the first place. I know not all fandom is like this, but at least 85% of it is horrible.

And I'm sorry to tell you this, but it's very possible that the same fandom will lead this project to failure and it goes without saying why. It's about to become like the fandom of Vivziepop projects like Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss (fandoms which I didn't last long in due to toxicity). At least Gooseworx is looking out for their fandom and trying to calm things down, not like "Miss Vivzi make polemics and look I'm inclusive AF, now go throw shit at Scott Cawthon for something that doesn't concern me but I still hate him, so that you don't see my hypocrisy creating characters that are also stereotypes while I boast about how proud I'm of my Latin ancestry even though I have never set foot in LATAM."

Plus, I found a ship that I love (but knowing the fandom, they might come and throw shit at me just because I like it) I'm still afraid of the fandom, but I trust that my audience is not toxic, and because they'll be able to enjoy the few fanarts that I will make of this project.

I can only hope that gooseworxs doesn't back down with this project and succeeds as it deserves.

#lizzie-wendigo #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus fanart #tadc gangle #the amazing digital circus gangle #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus caine #tadc kinger #the amazing digital circus kinger #tadc zooble #tadc ragatha #the amazing digital circus ragatha #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus jax #pomni #pomni fanart #the amazing digital circus pomni #jax x pomni #pomni x jax

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acutemushroom · 4 months

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My opinion on some Hatchetfield ships

The title says it all, these are my opinions on Hatchetfield ships that nobody asked for ! 😅 More seriously. I first want to make it clear that these are my personnel thoughts on them and that you are free to like those you like and think what you want on them. I also want to get out of the way the fact that I have a bias for canon ships. So yeah, I'm generally a bit less into the ships involving a character in a canon ship and another.

Now, to the ships !

PAULKINS (Paul Matthews x Emma Perkins)

The one, the only, the original, the OG, the Paulkins ! I quite like them. A boring but also brave office worker and his crabby barista with survival skills. They're cute together, how can I not like them ? Though, I admit I prefer them in angst fics and don't really read Paulkins fluff. Part of it is because I love to see the character I like suffer. But also because of how they got together in the first place. In an apocalypse, a dire situation filled with stress. Paul who was constantly protecting her and fighting a literal God's control to try to save her. Emma who we discover a softer side to because of her relationship with Paul. I think they work best in desperate situation than in pure fluff. But that's just me though.

PAULKOTHO (Paul Matthews x Pokotho)

They are my roman empire. I've already talked in length about them. I've wrote fics in which I explored my view on their relationship, even if they weren't the only focus. I have others staring them planned. I fucking adore them. A relentless, controlling, uncompromising God and his absolutely unwilling and resisting prophet. I love them more than is probably healthy.

ROASTED CHAI COFFEE (Paul Matthews x Ted Spankoffski)

I am mostly neutral about them. Not my cup of coffee, but I see their appeal. Though, I can see it happening in a context where they both know for the cosmic horrors ruling Hatchetfield, that there are Gods interested in them both. But without being under Pokey and Tinky's clutches either. They just have to deal and cope together with the knowledge of what happened to them in other timelines.

Paul Matthews x Bill Woodward

Not a ship I go out of my way to read, but one that I am quite fond off. I especially love the interpretation of it where Bill divorced when Alice was still young and Paul was there for him. A solid friendship that evolved into something more. It's a really cute ship and one I can definitely see happen in different timelines.

TIME BASTARDS (Ted Spankoffski x T'noy Karaxis)

"That's a ship ?" was my first reaction upon stumbling on them for the first them. But I definitely see it's appeal and it absolutely grew on me. That Tinky loves his Spankoffskis is not a secret. So, him taking human form in at least one timelines and reaching another level with Ted ? Yeah, that sounds about right.

Ted Spankoffski x Charlotte Sweetley

Again, not a ship I'll necessarily go out of my way to search for but that I am quite fond off. It's clear they care about each other. I love to see it in timelines where Charlotte leave Sam. She makes Ted less off a bastard. He makes her more confident in herself. That's how I see it.

LEXTAN (Lex Foster x Ethan Green)

Yes. They care so much for each other and it breaks my hurt that they'll never be able to go to California together. Ethan is Lex safe heaven and he cares so much for her. He also care so much for Hannah to the point of considering her like his kid. He put himself in danger, and once died, just to protect them. Lex left Hatchefield with Hannah in an attempt to protect him. I just want them to succeed, alright.

TOCKY/BARNSTON (Tom Houston x Becky Barns)

Highschool sweetheart that found each other again, good person wrong moment. They're cute. Again, not a ship I am particularly passionate about, but I do like stumbling upon them from time to time. After what they went through, it is nice to see them being in love with someone again.

Wilbur Cross/Uncle Wiley x Wiggog Y'rath

Another flavor of human and Eldricht abomination ship that I quite like a lot ! They have this big tsundere side to them, at least how I see it, but they're also the embodiment of "assholes in love". I do love a villain power couple.

LAUTSKI (Stephanie Lauter and Peter Spankoffski)

I love these two. She's protective of her nerd and he's so supportive of her. They were both ready to sacrifice themselves for the other and during The Summoning Pete was trying to shield her from a literal God. I love them.

Stephanie Lauter x Grace Chasity

I could swear I remember their ship name... Not one I shipped at first, but they are starting slowly starting to grow on me. I have no particular reasoning as to why, it's really just because of fanfics I've stumbled upon. I like this ship in angsty fic dealing with the aftermath of Nerdy Prudes Must Die (show). I don't know, I like hurt/confort and they provide hurt/confort.

JAGERTITTY (Max Jagerman x Grace Chasity)

That ship name will never fail to make me laugh... I am generally not really found of the whole jock x nice/nerd girl dynamic but they do strike a chord in my heart. Max is so whipped it's adorable. And he's making her reconsider her basically everything. I love them. I would love see them change the other for the better as much as I'd love see them kill people together. I'd read as much fluff as I'd read angst of them. A heavenly good match made in Hell. I love them.

MICHIE (Max Jagerman x Richie Lipschitz)

I will be burned on the public place for this, but I don't ship them. I am really not a fan of jock x nerd like said above and they don't have the same unhingedness that makes me like Jagertity. I don't hate Michie. I can see why the ship is so popular. It simply not for me. Sorry. Though, great respect to you all for making like, a third of the NPMD fics !

Peter Spankoffski x Richie Lipshitz

Two bros being in love. Didn't have the chance to stumble upon them on Ao3, mostly just some stuff here and there on Tumblr. But I do like them. After all, aren't the best romantic relationship also really great friendship?

THE NERDS or THE NERDY PRUDES ( Ruth, Richie and Pete or Ruth, Richie, Pete, Stephanie and Grace)

What I am going to say apply to both. Haven't really read or seen anything on them. But I absolutely love the idea !

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zerobaseonefics · 1 year

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i'll take you on a date ㅡ lee jeonghyeon

lee jeonghyeon x gn!reader

genre : fluff

warnings : lee jeonghyeon (yes), mention of jeonghyeon's ass ( @yunacoeur ) 🤷🏽‍♀️

note : for the anon for requested first kiss with lee jeonghyeon....... like 2 weeks ago 💀 hope you're still here dear

lee jeonghyeon looked like a kdrama main lead. sat alone, in a corner of the college's library where students were rare, the boy was peacefully studying. the sunlight hit just right on his pretty face as his hands wrote something on his notebook. a calm and relaxing view, that you soon enough crashed by sitting next to him with a smile that meant no good.

"remember when you thought i'd fail the test so you said you'd kiss me if i ever succeed."

jeonghyeon froze. you weren't suppose to remember that, it was literally weeks ago.

"i don't remember", he simply muttered, going back to his homework without even glancing to you. he haven't see your face but he knew you had a cheeky smile plastered to your face.

anyone could tell lee jeonghyeon had a crush on you. it was just obvious. but you were not any better so at least you two were in the same place. when i say 'anyone' could tell, it means you both felt that you liked each other. things between you two never really evolved for two reasons : he was a pussy and you just thought he was like this with everyone naturally. so there was this part of doubt, this little voice in your head telling you that you might be mistaken and that your feelings were not mutuals.

jeonghyeon is a grown ass man. people naturally fell for his charms, without him even trying, even though many people believed he was flirting with them. they were absolutly wrong, he was just a very charming person. these people didn't know that despite jeonghyeon being grown, he had the flirting ability of a middle schooler. he likes you? fine, he's gonna hurl barbs at you and hope you figure he's joking and sleeps thinking about you because he's in love. yes, at his prehistoric age. hopefully, you understood his intentions, and you returned his actions. that's how your relationship with jeonghyeon was : playful with a pint of rivalry.

"there's no way you'll have a good mark on the test if you can't get a single answer right during the practice'' jeonghyeon snickered, sitting next to you as you compared your answer to the correction sheet of the maths exercices. you knew he was right, you couldn't understand a thing from this chapter. still, you furrowed your eyebrows.

"what makes you th- forget it, i don't talk. i'll just show you during the test."

"yeah, don't talk, you'll end up lying..."

"wanna bet?"

the look you gave him that day was full of assurance. jeonghyeon shrugged.

"i'd even get my ass cut in two if you get an A." he simply stated.

"isn't it already the case... like any normal butt..."

"that's not our subject."

"well. i don't care about your ass being cut in two if i get an A so..."

a silence appeared as you both looked for something you'd like to get if they other failed the bet. absent-mindedly, your eyes wandered on jeonghyeon's lips for a bit too long, making his cheeks warming up. he cough awkwardly, trying to regain his composure. you saw that as an opportunity to hit on him. the thing is, jeonghyeon flirts like a 13 years old, and you're.... just blunt. very blunt.

"i really want to kiss you right now."

"ew."

that's what i said : very blunt and a 13 years old. his answer lighted up a little bulb in your head, as your lips formed a smirk.

"you know what? if i get an A, i get to kiss you." you stated like it was nothing to you when his heart was beating like crazy.

"a kiss? sounds right. there's no way you're getting an A anyways so..."

boom. the paper you just smacked softly put down on his table was your test sheet, adorned by a huge red mark. an A. jeonghyeon's eyes went round.

"you got..." he started, "an A" you finished.

"there's no way", he said in a quiet voice due to the place you two were at.

"the evidence is right in front of you."

hesitantly, jeonghyeon took the paper in his hands. he analyzed it, his eyes always goinf back to look at the A written in big, like it was gonna disappear if he looked at it again.

"are you scared of kissing me?" you interrupted.

"shut up."

jokingly, you exagerrated a pout, your face getting closer to his to hint that you were waiting for you kiss. with two fingers, jeonghyeon slapped your lips away from him. "ouch" you said, overreacting.

"we're in a library", he said, and you didn't know if it said that because you got to loud, or because he wouldn't kiss you there. maybe he just wouldn't kiss you at all. maybe you were one of these delusional people that thought once that he was flirting with them.

soon enough, your simple joke got to you, and you fell in your own trap. now, you were the one overthinking and asking yourself if you were mistaken about jeonghyeon's feelings for you. your elbow on the table, your head went to rest on your hand, looking at the window. jeonghyeon's eyes went to look at you. now, it was your face that was hit perfectly by the sun. did you got more good looking? he could swear you were not that beautiful yesterday. but that's just what he think of you every two days of the week.

he sighed. should he take this chance? maybe you weren't just joking around... you seemed pretty upset that he wouldn't keep his word.

jeonghyeon looked around. no one was there. maybe it was destiny. maybe the stars have aligned for him to sit in a corner where no one was around. he would have been too shy to even think of kissing you in a crowded place. but there was no one... and the way your cheek looked soft on your hand made him want to touch your face himself. he could imagine himself cupping your face while kissing here, in front of the window, in that empty spot of the university's library.

so he did. when he think back to that moment, jeonghyeon acted unconsciously. he gently took away the hand that was holding your chin to replace it with his own, as he made your face turn towards him. you didn't have time to proceed his touch on your cheek because soon enough, his lips brushed against yours. he waited for a sign of rejection from you to know if he should finally kiss you. there was none. you felt like you waited for years for his lips to finally capture yours, and it was taken away from you way too fast.

"oh my god! you're not doing this in there, kids! get out if you're not studying!" the voice of the librarian made you both jump away from each other. you cough to hide your awkwardness, quickly apologizing. you quickly grabbed the A you were proudly flexing minutes ago, took your bag and ran away.

"w-wait! y/n?"

you stopped in your tracks, turning to look back at jeonghyeon.

"can you do 5? i'll take you on a date."

#zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #boys planet trainees #lee jeonghyeon

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gamer-girls427 · 2 months

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Thanks for everything (also I suck with words so just try to follow this ok?)

uh so, as I said I suck with words. Infact, most of the time I communicate better through drawings, kin characters, qoutes, and music. But I relize those could be interpreted in any way so I'm going to try to put this into words.

if you wanna just skip the backstory and get straight to the thanks then go below the cut off!

For a long time I've been told I'm not trying hard enough. That I "don't apply myself" that I "just don't try to connect with others" and that most importantly, "Nothing is wrong with me cognitively, I'm just to lazy to try to succeed."

I have since been diagnosed with a number things, some more notable ones being autism and ADHD.

I always felt like those things never ment anything since for awhile I didn't get accommodations. Instead I just had more reasons people didn't want to be around me.

I discovered this fandom the year before tspud released so stuff related to this game was few and far between. But this game was always a safe space for me. A safe space I got shamed out of liking because it was too silly and childish, or in the words of my parents "all you do in this game is die over and over!" And "What's the point if it just makes fun of you for playing the game?"

This was what I had though in a time where I didn't have much else. I was being bullied, I was getting sexually harassed, and then my best friend left me for not being cool enough for her. Tbh I hated myself because all I would get in response was the same thing, that I "just don't try to connect with others." That "everyone was really nice, you just have to give them a chance."

I was alone, and no one was listening when I would talk about how I was struggling. The most I got was the guy who sexually harassed me got suspended for 1 DAY.

Fun fact, I once reached out to one of the devs of tsp, and they mocked my username and sent me a gif telling me that "I'm a nerd, leave me alone." So you could imagine how hard it was for me to reach out to artists I admire...

But I did, and now I literally cannot go a day without checking Tumblr at least once. Not only that but I feel validated by you guys. I feel inspired to start doing things I haven't done in a long time!

So... all I have to say now is:

Thanks to @file-unknown24 for showing me not everyone on the internet is a perv and introducing me to tumblr.

Thanks to @adventurecrimez for being my girlfriend.

Thanks to @mpils for being the first Tumblr blog I ever sent an ask to (IDK if you remember but I was that really shy anon from 2 years ago who said they really liked your art. I sent it on new years day when I was having a sugar crash lol.)

Thanks to @test-url-please-ignore for our very brief interactions (also I just have a weird obsession with British stuff so it's cool to know someone from the UK...)

Thanks to @insomniphic tolerating my DMs.

Thanks to @steampoweredwerehog for just tolerating my hyperfixation on their TSP AU as well as helping me be respectful while still being able to use my cryptid OC.

Thanks to @oswinunknown for showing me it's not weird to draw you and your comfort charaters hanging out (and following my Dungeons 3 roleplay account).

Thanks to @owlfromthemeadow for following my main account and tolerating my midnight DMs.

Thanks to @xandyprojects for drawing N!

Thanks to @finnleywiththesillys for doing roleplay with me and just being a cool person 😎

Thanks to @juaneloriginal for drawing people's narrators and having some very huggable narrator designs.

Thanks to @emmyisstrange for tagging me in reblog games (I freaking love those so much you don't understand!)

Thanks to @starpeep16 for helping me feel more confident in finishing that one drawing I was doing as a gift to steampoweredwerehog. (Maybe I'll post it some time?)

Thanks to @villiun for taking an intrest in my stuff!

Thanks to @corelex for also liking D&D and having the idea of basing a warlock patron on someone else's Narrator!

Thanks to @lee100pad for talking to me (even if it was only one time)

Thanks to @incorrectstanleyparablequotes for giving me somewhere to dump my dumb neurodivergent thoughts (when it comes to qoutes).

And lastly, thanks to @sowaran and @goony-gooner for being my friends in general.

You all mean so much to me and I don't think this post, or any other post, can express that fact.

#the stanley parable #tsp #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #vent? ish?#love you guys #thanks for existing #thanks for everything

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ask--eggman · 21 days

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hey, im sorry if this is a sensitive topic but i cant stop thinking about it, do you recal your attempted suicide bombing in station square? do you recall what drove you to suicide? it must have been somthing awful if it pushed somone as brave and as strong as you to take your own life.. did anyone at all try to reach out? i doubt any of those so-called "herros" tryed to offer suport to somone undergoing sutch agony, again, you dont have to respond if you dont want to, but i truly want to know, and im shure the whole empire will suport you in whatever you were or are going through :)

I'm never one to lose hope and determination and give into defeat but that was just a time when it all got to me. I work so hard to accomplish my goals and put so much time, effort and passion into my plans but something comes along and ruins it, again and again. On that particular day, I'd finally reached my capacity for the disappointment, anger and stress. Not just for that day but for my entire lifetime.

Anyone else inferior and weaker than me would be broken down by failure much more often and much sooner, than the one time it pushed me too far. It wasn't really a conscious decision more than something that hit me in the spur of the moment. At first I just thought I'd at least blow Station Square up if nothing else. There would be some catharsis in that blue pest still not succeeding in saving their pathetic lives.

Oh but then of course the missile had to be a dud. Of course even that couldn't go right. So I just thought "Oh, fuck it all", and went to detonate it by hand. I knew I was going to die and I was going to happily take the whole city with me. Once I'd made my mind up, I felt happy, I had a blast trying to race Tails to that missile. I found myself begging for him to wait for me when he was ahead.

It was something to be determined to accomplish again, one I was sure nobody could ruin this time. One last glimmer of hope to succeed in something, one last thrill racing across the city in my Egg Mobile onward to destruction, then I'd be free from ever having to experience failure again. I'd go out having accomplished one part my plan of destroying Station Square, even if I didn't get to build the empire I always dreamed of.

I was tired of being the one who it all ended in destruction for, I wanted others to experience that devastation. For once, I wanted it to end with their destruction and my success and it seemed like the only way. But I obviously lost that race because here I am today. Well, that snapped me out of it and so I went back to trying to kill the little pest Tails who stopped me, since he's the one that actually deserves death really.

Nobody reached out to me and I didn't expect them to. They're used to breaking down everything I build and waiting for the next time I get back up to try to bring me down again and the cycle repeats. It's always just me alone to pick myself up and keep fighting in the end. But I don't need anyone else. I know if I keep at it, I'll succeed. So I try my hardest to fight to accomplish my dreams and not let my mind slip back into that place.

Anyway, enough about that.

The way I still came back from that and have only become stronger and more successful and determined over time just further proves my power! It's another of the many reasons why I deserve to have all of your support, admiration and praise and be your mighty emperor! So that's to be expected, you wouldn't have a choice either way, hehe~

#ask #doctor eggman #roleplay ask blog #dr eggman #sonic #dr robotnik #ask blog #doctor robotnik #rp #sonic the hedgehog #eggman #sth #sonic series #roleplay #suicide tw #sonic adventure

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seidenbros · 2 years

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God's a fucking nerd

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, a little angst, asshole ex boyfriend, sexual tension, Steve and Eddie are kinda friends (let me know if I missed sth)

Word count: 7124

Summary: You moved to Hawkins half a year ago, tried your best to fit in, but didn't really succeed. At least, you became friends with Nancy Wheeler, because your brother went to school together, and were both part of the Hellfire Club. A Club that catered to your interest in D&D, but you'd stopped playing even before you'd moved here. All due to your asshole ex-boyfriend. In addition, it wasn't exactly easy for you to walk up to the Club, when your heart beat faster every time your eyes fell upon Eddie Munson. Nancy and Steve take it upon them to get you two to finally talk, even though it means convincing you to go to a party that you both don't really want to go to, because you feel completely out of place.

A/N: This fic was inspired by Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious by The Amazing Devil, because I think it fits Eddie so well.

It's also on AO3 | Requests are open | Stranger Things Masterlist

Part 2: I'll Speak with My Eyes (contains smut)

Ever since moving to Hawkins, you’d tried to fit in somehow, tried to make friends, but it hadn’t been easy. On the one hand, you missed your friends, on the other, you’d needed that change of scenery after your supposed boyfriend had told you that he’d actually never wanted to be with you, that it had just been convenient, no real feelings involved. He’d had his fun with you, had used you, but never loved you. You’d been devastated, because you’d thought that you were happy, had given him all of you, just to be treated like garbage.

Your father’s new job in Hawkins was a way to get out, a way to start over somewhere else and get that asshole out of your head, because with his behaviour, he’d managed to close your heart off. There could have been a better time for swapping schools than your last year, but there was nothing you could do about it. Not that you wanted to, because you could have stayed back with your aunt, your father had left that choice up to you, but you had to come with him, needed that new start around new people, especially after finding out that some of your so-called friends had known all about this.

The rest of them were the ones you missed, especially during the first couple of weeks. You kept mostly to yourself, nose in your books, trying not to gain anyone’s attention at first. At least, you’d befriended Nancy Wheeler after a couple of weeks in Hawkins. Your brothers had become friends, so you’d met her a couple of times, but when she had to wait for Mike who was still studying with your brother, you two got to talk - and hit it off right away. She was so sweet to you, helped you settle in more, feel at home finally, and all of a sudden, you didn’t feel so alone anymore. You still didn’t fit in with the others, but that wasn’t such a big problem for you anymore. As long as you had one friend you could talk to, everything was easier.

After half a year in Hawkins, Nancy talked you into going to a party with her. It would be good for you, meeting other people especially not at school for once. People that Nancy got along with, people she called friends. Reluctantly, you agreed. You’d never been someone who really enjoyed big parties. Your ex-boyfriend hat made you come along two or three times, but you’d never felt comfortable among these people. But for Nancy, you were willing to try.

You had to say, it was a lot of fun to get ready with her, and she even gave you one of her dresses.

“I look ridiculous,” you said, staring at your reflection. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d worn a dress, especially a short flowy dress that hit you about mid-thigh. Normally, it would be too cold to wear something like this, but you weren’t going to spend a lot of time outside, and Nancy had also given you some tights.

“Nonsense.” Nancy got behind you, looking your reflection in the eyes, a warm smile on your lips. “You look wonderful, y/n. Maybe not your usual attire, but I think it’s still… you. I wouldn’t have chosen that dress otherwise.”

That much was true, it was definitely something you would have chosen as well, when you looked at the pattern, and the colours that really accentuated your eyes.

“Nancy, I don’t know if this is the right thing for me.” You’d said that before, but you had to make her aware again. Big gatherings had never been your thing. Smaller groups were more than okay, when you were able to talk to the people there, but at a party, there was so much happening at once.

“We can leave whenever you want, alright? Just say the word, and we’ll get going.”

Her reassuring smile made you agree, but the nervousness was still evident. Especially when you were sitting in Nancy’s car, trying to untangle your headphones. Yes, you’d brought your walkman with you, because it was something that always reassured you, even if you didn’t listen to your favourite songs there, but just the possibility of going somewhere and putting your headphones on to drown out the noises from outside, to spend a moment in your own world, really calmed you down.

Nancy didn’t comment on it, because she knew that by now, knew that you needed that little gadget to kind of ground you. Of course, she hoped that you wouldn't need it, that you might even enjoy yourself, but just in case, it was good to have a way out. In addition, Nancy had come up with a plan as well, so that you would at least have one person to talk to.

~~~~~

“Eddie, you need to come to that party!” Steve had worked on Eddie together with Nancy, but it cost them a lot more time and work to convince him, because Nancy hadn’t wanted to tell him straight away.

“You really think I’m going to a party where everyone will look at me and think what’s the freak doing here?” Eddie raised a questioning eyebrow, leaning back against his trailer. Nancy and Steve had driven here to talk to him once more, after he’d shut them down the first time. Now, they knew for a fact that there was no Hellfire Club meeting or anything of the like, because Will was staying with your brother for the night to watch a couple of movies.

“Not everyone will think that,” Nancy protested immediately, crossing her arm over her chest.

“Well, you might not think that.” Eddie mimicked her stance, already knowing that he wouldn’t stand a chance against Nancy, that he would give in and go to that little party, because he’d never hear the end of it otherwise.

“Someone else as well.” Steve looked at Nancy to get her permission. The nod of her head was barely there, but Steve picked up on it. “There’s actually someone we’d like you to meet. She’s a little worried about going, but Nancy talked her into it. You know Y/L/N’s sister?”

Seeing that your brother had joined Hellfire Club, because Mike had dragged him along, Eddie most definitely knew him. And he knew you. Well, he didn’t know you, but he’d seen you around. Not just when you’d picked your brother, but he’d also seen you in class, had picked up on the little things you did, but he’d never really talked to you. There was this wall you’d built around you that he’d detected, that had held him back, but ever since he’d seen you with a couple of dice in your hands that looked eerily familiar to the ones your brother used when they played D&D, he’d been intrigued. So, of course Steve had his attention.

“Seen her around, yeah.” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but Nancy could see that little sparkle in his eyes, the way his posture changed, because it was now getting interesting.

“And do you know that she used to play D&D back home?” Steve couldn’t hide the smug smile on his lips even if he wanted to. He knew that that would catch Eddie’s attention, and it certainly did.

“She did what?” So, it hadn’t been his imagination when he’d thought he’d seen dice in your hand. Maybe you’d given the same ones to your brother as well.

“Yes, but she stopped when she moved here, because she didn’t think she’d find anyone to play with. And then she just… tried to fit in with the rest.” Nancy shrugged her shoulders. She’d tried to talk you into playing again, that the Hellfire Club would probably give you a chance, because your brother could vouch for you. “She actually taught her brother everything he knows.”

“Okay, I’ll come to that party.” Not that he really wanted to be among all these other people, but it was his chance to get to know you. He could have talked to you any other day, but this was a good opportunity without it seeming weird. When you picked your brother up from their Club-meetings, you usually waited outside, using the time to get some reading done, and with your brother around, Eddie didn’t know whether he’d been able to really get to talk to you without him interfering. That kid had a mouth on him that could put some sailors to shame.

“Really?” Steve was more surprised than Nancy, but that surprise quickly turned into a smile.

“Yes, Harrington, really. As long as you don’t expect me to be nice to Jason and his cronies.”

“I don’t even think they’ll be there. There is some Basketball practice stuff happening I think.” She knew, because she’d made sure to know who would be there. Still, most of the people there thought that Eddie was a freak, but none of them were going to attack him or make a scene. In addition, these people weren’t the main reason why Nancy wanted him to go to the party.

“That makes this whole thing a little more appealing.” Eddie grinned at the two of them. Knowing that you would be there, that he was supposed to meet you, really meet you, was the only reason he needed to agree, but he wouldn’t tell them that. They would never let him live this down.

~~~~~

It was loud, there was a lot of alcohol, and you were still holding onto your first cup of wine, because you didn’t have a high tolerance when it came to alcohol. Wine was your best choice of the evening as of right now. The dress you were wearing was something you couldn’t afford, so you were extra careful not to spill anything on it. Nancy wouldn’t mind, you knew that, but you still tried to do your best.

For the first half hour, you clung to her side, not saying a word, just smiling at everyone, nodding along when they told their stories, but when the wine started having an effect on you, you managed to speak up, crack a joke here and there, and while everyone laughed, you still didn’t feel like you belonged. It wasn’t their fault, really, nobody was looking at you like you didn’t belong here, but that was only because you were keeping up appearances. If they knew just how much you loved fantasy books and music that was different from what they were listening to, they would think you were weird.

You saw him the minute he walked in, your eyes drawn to him like magnets.

Shit.

Eddie Munson was the last person you would have expected to be here, but as soon as you saw him, you felt your breath hitch, your body tingle with awareness. You liked him, and that was the whole problem. When you’d first seen him, you’d been intrigued, especially because of his attitude, the way he stood up to the people who called him a freak. In your eyes, he wasn’t a freak, even more so when you learned more about him. Everything your brother had told you about him had made you fall harder for Eddie. At first, it had just been a little crush, a simple interest in him, maybe because he was different, but by now, he’d appeared in your dreams more often than you would probably ever admit out loud. You always loved listening to your brother’s stories about the Hellfire Club, about the newest campaign Eddie had come up with. Your fingers always itched to start playing again, but you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to do it.

Your brother had told you how talented, how kind Eddie was, and that he was the best Dungeon Master he knew - right after you of course. His words had made you smile, but by now, you were sure that Eddie was indeed better, after you hadn’t played in over a year - because your boyfriend had made you give up on the game, since it wasn’t something girls did. You should have known right that moment, what an asshole he really was.

Your eyes met, and while you thought you could see his lips quirk up into a smile, a little voice inside you told you that he thought you were weird, just like a lot of other people probably. You raised your cup and emptied it with one big gulp as Eddie walked towards you and Nancy. You weren’t ready for this.

“I’ll get another drink, Nance,” you said to your friend and turned around without waiting for a response. But this time, you didn’t opt for the wine, you filled your cup with some punch, not sure what the hell was even in there, but the alcohol managed to calm your nerves a little bit.

“Looks like she saw me and ran,” Eddie deadpanned once he got to Nancy, eliciting a sigh from her.

“That’s got nothing to do with you. She’s been nervous to come here in the first place.”

“You sure?” Eddie felt a couple of stares on him but managed to ignore them. It wasn’t anything new for him.

“Yes. I know her. She just needs another drink.” Oh, Nancy knew better than that, because she’d found out just how much you liked Eddie, and after getting to know him better, she could tell that he was one of the good guys, someone who would treat you right. Because of your feelings for him, she hadn’t told you that he would be here, that Steve and her had talked him into coming to the party. Maybe she should have told you, though, seeing that you’d practically run away, overwhelmed with the situation.

“Maybe, I should get something to drink as well then.” He’d need it if he wanted to stay here longer. Not that he really intended to spend a lot of time here, because he’d rather spend his evening alone instead of being in the middle of all these people, but he would not leave until he’d talked to you. He couldn’t let this opportunity slide, now that he knew that you did have some things in common.

When Eddie came into the kitchen, your eyes met again, but he was quickly distracted by someone who started talking to him. You didn’t know who it was, but it gave you the opportunity to drown your cup of punch and move on - and not make it seem like you were running away from him. No, you were just… looking for Nancy again. Only that all of this felt too overwhelming all of a sudden. Too many people, everything was too loud, and the alcohol made you a little light headed. You needed to step outside for a moment, but for that, you needed your coat. You remembered where all the coats had been taken and opened the door to the room. Instead of looking for your coat, though, you just fell on top of the pile of coats, smiling to yourself. It was much quieter in here, and for a moment, you were able to think that you were somewhere else.

Eddie had been close behind, apologising to his friend, but he needed to check up on you, because as soon as he’d turned around, you were gone again. Luckily, he caught a glimpse of you when he rounded the corner and followed you. For a second, he felt a little creepy, but he really just wanted to check up on you, finally talk to you. When he entered the room you’d just gone into, he couldn’t hold back a smile when he saw you sprawled out on the bed.

“You’re lying on some coats,” he said, his smile growing a little bigger when he saw you sitting up, your hair a little tousled from lying down.

“I know.” You tried to smooth your hair down again, ignoring the way your pulse had picked up when you’d heard his voice. “It’s just sometimes nice to feel what it’s like to be in someone else’s coat.” You meant what you said, and it took the lightheartedness out of the conversation that had still been there a second ago. He knew what you meant, that it wasn’t easy to be yourself all of the time, that it would be easier to step into someone else’s shoes. Was that why you were trying to fit in with other people instead of following your true desires? That was at least what Nancy had hinted at.

Now that he was here, you needed fresh air more than before, so you got off the bed, but the alcohol in your blood made you lose your balance.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” Eddie said, putting his hand on your elbow to steady you. You felt the touch of his fingers all the way up your arm and through your whole body, making you acutely aware of how close you two were right now.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking up into his deep brown eyes that made you forget for a second what you’d wanted to do, but the rush of cold air that came in through the door because someone else had apparently arrived, made you remember. “Right,” you said more to yourself than him before taking a step to the side, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I need… some fresh air.”

“I’ll walk you out.” Eddie wouldn’t let you turn him down, because you’d stumbled once, you might do that again due to the alcohol. He didn’t want you to run into anyone who might take advantage of you.

You knew better than to turn him down, because you felt lightheaded. Too much alcohol in too little time, and you weren’t used to it.

“Thank you!”

“No problem.” His eyes remained on you while you reached for your coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Give me your hand.” The way you looked at him made him elaborate. “To steady you, give you something to hold onto until we’re outside.”

A small smile was playing on your lips. You would have given him your hand even without the clarification, but it was sweet that he had told you. When your fingers touched his, you felt the warmth of his body in stark contrast to the rings he wore on his fingers, but it felt good, grounded you just like your headphones usually did. You were able to concentrate on that touch while he manoeuvred the two of you out of the house. On his way he told Steve that he would take you home, because you weren’t feeling so well, so that they wouldn’t worry about you. You hadn’t said anything about going home, yet, but you certainly didn’t want to go back in once the cool night air hit your heated cheeks. It felt heavenly, but made your head spin for the first couple of seconds. Your grip tightened on Eddie’s hand which made him stop.

“You okay?” he asked, worry clouding his face as he looked down at you.

“Yeah, just… my head’s spinning a little.”

“You had too much to drink.” He wasn’t judging you, just stating the facts.

“I know… I wasn’t planning on it.” But then he’d appeared and your nerves had gotten the better of you.

“I’ll take you home, y/n.” Gently tugging on your hand, he got you to come along with him, never letting go of your hand. You didn’t speak up until you were settled in the passenger seat of his car taking a deep breath. Eddie knew where you lived, so he didn’t need to ask you for directions, but as soon as he started the engine, he felt your hand on his forearm, making him turn the engine off again and look at you.

“I can’t go home, not like this,” you said, slowly pulling your hand back. Your teeth dug into your lower lip for a moment, before you were able to voice your thoughts again. “I mean… my parents won’t kill me, but they’ll be disappointed, and they think that I’m spending the night at Nancy's.”

“We could just ride in the car for a bit, if you want?” He wouldn’t just take you home and shove you out of the car if you didn’t want to go there. “Or we could go to my place. My uncle is working anyway, so we’d be alone and we can talk.” A completely innocent suggestion, but it still held the possibility of more. Did you want that? Maybe, it was the alcohol that made you a little more adventurous, bolder, or maybe it was the cold that was creeping up your legs and the promise of a warm home.

“Your place… it’s not exactly warm here.”

“My place it is.” Eddie flashed you a smile that made your heart stutter.

For a few minutes you were riding in the car in silence, but Eddie didn’t do well with silence, so he spoke up.

“You know, you were the reason I came to this goddamn party in the first place?”

“What?” That certainly got your attention, because to you, it made absolutely no sense.

“Yeah, Wheeler and Harrington talked me into it.”

And they hadn’t said a single word to you! Oh, you’d have to talk to Nancy in the morning. She should have given you a heads-up, just so that you would have been prepared, but in the end it didn’t really matter, did it? After all, you were sitting with Eddie in his car, finally talking.

“You know, you could have talked to me away from that party as well, right?”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he said with another dazzling smile. “But I’m Eddie the Freak Munson and most people don’t want to be seen with me.” Yes, you’d heard about that, but you’d never thought about him that way. Before you could tell him that, though, he kept on talking. “But you play D&D, right? So I had to use that opportunity to get to talk to you”

“Oh…” was all you managed at first, fingers fumbling for the walkman inside your handbag so that you had something familiar to hold onto. But then you started smiling, beaming up at him even, because it was something you still held dear, even though you weren’t playing anymore.

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” Eddie winked at you before he parked the car in front of his trailer. You knew where he lived because your brother had told you about it.

“But I’m not playing anymore.” And with that, the smile vanished from your lips. It was something Eddie would come back to later, but right now, he’d let the topic slide.

“Whatcha got there?” His eyes landed on your lap where your handbag was lying. The car was silent by now.

“Just… my walkman. Music calms me down, so just having this around is good for me.” It was a quiet confession, something only Nancy knew, but Eddie had a way of making you talk

“Care to share?” he asked, indicating the headphones you were holding, and you handed them to him.

When you pressed play, he leaned closer to you, held the headphones up between the two of you so that you could listen together. He was so close that you could smell the mixture of his cologne, cigarettes, weed and something else, you couldn’t really pinpoint, but right now, it made your head all fuzzy again.

Eddie listened intently as Don Henley’s Boys of Summer started playing. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip again, a little nervous about what he might think, since you knew what kind of music he listened to. Some of it was on your tape as well, but that came a lot later. When Van Halen’s Hot for Teacher followed right after that, you could see his lips turn up into a grin.

“See, I knew we’d have a couple of things in common, princess.”

His words made your cheeks turn pink, because he was the first one to actually get a real glimpse at what you were listening to, but you knew that you were in safe hands here. He put his hand on top of yours to press stop, but something else caught his attention.

“Your hands are freezing cold! Let’s get you inside.”

Eddie got out first and opened the passenger door for you with a grand gesture of his arms which made you chuckle.

“Thank you,” you said, immediately reaching for his hand again, surprising both of you. You could say that you were still a little wobbly on your feet, but that wasn’t true. Still, it was nice to hold his hand, get a little bit of reassurance as he led you inside the trailer and straight into his room. It wasn’t big, but it had everything they needed to live, and it was a place Eddie could really call his home. A place where he felt at home.

“Sorry for the mess.” He flitted around picking up a couple of things that he shoved into a drawer.

“Don’t worry. I’ve seen worse… and my room has looked worse as well.” You chuckled, letting your eyes scan the room. It was true, because when you’d been planning a campaign, everything had been scattered around your room, pieces of paper here, sticky notes there. Eddie’s room seemed tidy right now compared to what your room had looked like.

“Hard to believe.” He flashed you a smile, before he made room on his bed so that you could settle down there. “Go on, make yourself comfortable.” And you listened, kicked off your shoes before you crawled onto the bed and leaned your back against the pillows. Eddie couldn’t help the thoughts that crossed his mind when he saw you in his back, but he tried to shake them off. This was not the time to think about all the things he wanted to do to and with you in this bed.

“When I was planning a campaign, I had everything scattered around my room. My notes, books, just… everything. My Dad always complained that you weren’t able to see the floor anymore.” Your laugh echoed through the room, but when your eyes fell on Eddie, you stopped. “What?”

“Just… a second. I’ll get us something to drink, something to warm you up. But hold that thought!” Eddie quickly smiled at you, before he left for the kitchen.

He had to take a deep breath and process what you’d just said. You hadn’t only played D&D, you’d been a Dungeon Master back in your old city, something he never would have guessed, but it was so impressive that he couldn’t keep that goofy smile from his lips. You were kind, you took care of your brother, you had a good taste in music as far as he’d heard, and you were into D&D. The girl of his dreams was sitting on his bed right now, and it was hard to believe that this was really true. Yes he’d thought about you, had watched you in school, and the images of you had fueled his fantasies, so that it had been your face he’d seen when he’d taken off the edge in the middle of the night, but he’d never dreamed of ever getting close to you. But now you were here, and he felt himself falling harder the more he got to know about you. But the fact that you were into D&D, that you’d come up with your own campaigns made you infinitely more attractive.

It took a moment for him to get the tea for you ready, but he came back with a steaming hot mug and some water as well.

“Are you a little warmer now?” he asked, handing you the tea, before he sat down next to you.

“A little.” You wrapped your hands around the mug, warming your hands up immediately. Only your legs were still a little cold, which was not surprising due to your outfit. You should have just gone in your favourite pair of jeans.

Eddie got up again for a second only to fold the part of his blanket that he’d been sitting on over your legs, so that you were pretty much wrapped up like a burrito, which made you smile. It was incredibly sweet of him to take such good care of you.

“Why don’t you play anymore?” His question sounded so casual, and he genuinely wanted to know. You knew that he wouldn’t judge you, hell, he was playing himself, so you felt confident to talk to him about it.

“My ex kind of told me to stop.” You looked down at your hands, as if you could find some answers in the tea you were holding, but nothing happened. “Girls don’t play these kinds of games, he used to say, and back then I just wanted to make him happy, you know?” For a split second you looked at Eddie, but quickly avoided his gaze again. He didn’t say anything, simply listened to what you were telling him. “And then he told me that he’d led me on the whole time, that he didn’t love me, so…” A deep sigh left your lips before you put the mug to your lips and carefully drank a little bit of the liquid, careful not to burn your mouth.

“So, you changed for someone who doesn’t even deserve the dirt beneath your shoes.” Eddie said it so matter-of-factly that you had to laugh at his words. Yeah, he was right, and by now, it didn’t hurt anymore. It was just sad that you’d wasted your time with such an idiot.

“Pretty much… yeah.”

“But why didn’t you pick it up again, when you moved here?” Eddie adjusted his position on the bed, head turned towards you, his arm touching yours. Just a gentle brush of skin, but it already made your whole body tingle again. Eddie seemed to have that effect on you all the time. Your pulse picked up again as well, and it wasn’t so easy to ignore that anymore.

“Back home, I had a couple of friends, but others looked at me weird, when they heard that I liked to play. I don’t make friends easily, so I thought it would be easier to just… try and fit in. And I didn’t think that I would find other people who play D&D in a small town like Hawkins.” And so you’d just put all of that aside, had tried to find your place in this town somehow. “When I heard my brother talk about your club, I was excited, but I didn’t think I would fit in with you guys as well.”

“You mean with the freaks?” he asked with a laugh, before he put his index finger beneath your chin to make you look up at him. “Believe me, you’re always welcome in our club. I know that you taught your brother and knowing that you have experience as Dungeon Master is something that comes in handy as well. You could help me come up with the next campaign.”

His touch sent electricity through your body again, settling deep in your middle, which made you press your thighs together. His fingers lingered a little longer, but then he raised his hand to push some loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes landed on his lips, and more than anything you wanted to know what they felt like right now, what he tasted like.

“But for now…” He withdrew his hand and you nearly whined at the loss of body contact, even though it was just a small touch. Then again, it had felt so intimate, so good, that you wanted more of that. “You really need some sleep.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage. That meant that it was time to go home. Fair enough… you’d already stolen enough of his time. “Thank you for the tea… and everything else, Eddie.” He really didn’t have to do it, but he’d spent his time with you, had taken care of you.

When you pushed the blanket away and wanted to get up, he stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, visibly confused. His grip on your wrist loosened a little bit, and he instead intertwined his fingers with you.

“Um… going home?” How you were supposed to do that, you didn’t know, because it was quite a bit to walk. Eddie seemed to have other plans, though.

“Listen, sweetheart…” Sweetheart… That sent shivers through your whole body again. He used these names so casually that you weren’t sure if they meant anything, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. “You can stay here. I mean, your parents think you’re spending the night out of the house anyway. If you want, I’ll drive you home, but you can totally crash here and take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Are you really sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” He gave you a reassuring smile while squeezing your hand. “I’ll set the couch up and you can get ready for bed.” Slowly, he got up and had to let go of your hand. Before he left you alone there, he reached into his closet and handed you a t-shirt - a Hellfire Club shirt. “It’s yours if you want it.” You knew that it meant becoming a member of the club, but for the first time since moving here, you felt comfortable in your own skin, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I love it, thank you!” A silent agreement, which managed to make Eddie smile at you even wider.

“You should wear it tonight. Don’t think it’s comfortable to sleep in that dress.” he cocked his head to the side, looking you up and down. “Is that even comfortable at all?”

“Not really.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “But it looks cute for a party.”

“I think you look pretty cute in jeans and those loose shirts you wear.” They left a lot to the imagination, and he guessed that it was a way to hide from the outside world, but it still looked cute on you.

His words made you blush and you bit your bottom lip. This was such a strange situation after you’d spent half a year not really talking to each other except for the occasional word. And now you were spending the night in his trailer. All that could have happened if you hadn’t kept to yourself. No matter what, you were glad that it was happening now.

“I’ll let you get changed.” Eddie winked at you, before he walked out and closed the door behind himself.

You took a deep breath. It was surreal, but probably the best thing that had happened to you in Hawkins so far. Getting to talk about the things you liked with someone who understood you, who was at the same time making you feel things you hadn’t felt in… that you’d never really experienced that way.

You got up from the bed and took off Nancy’s dress, draped it over the back of his chair, before you let the tights and your bra follow. Reaching for the shirt he’d given you, you inhaled its scent. A warm feeling settled in the pit of your stomach, because his own scent was still there mixed with the smell of the detergent he used. When you pulled it over your head, you couldn’t help but smile. The shirt was a little bit shorter than the dress, so it wasn’t a problem to wear this in front of him - or so you’d thought.

“You decent?” he asked when he knocked at the door. After you’d told him that you were, Eddie came back inside. “I got you some more water and-” He stopped when he looked at you, nearly dropping the bottle, but he quickly reacted and put it down on the bedside table.

“Everything alright?” you asked, your fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt - or your shirt because he’d told you to keep it.

“Yeah.. yeah just…” He ran a hand through his hair, rubbed it over the back of his neck. “You just… You look so fucking hot in this.”

Yes, he’d really said that. Yes his words had their effect on you because they settled right between your legs. Before you could say anything, Eddie found his own voice again.

“Sorry… Just had to get my thoughts out.” There it was again, that cheeky grin of his. “If you need anything, I’ll be right outside the door. Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

“Eddie?” you managed before he was out of the door. He turned towards you, and everything inside you screamed to throw yourself into his arms, but something held you back. “Thank you. For everything tonight.”

“My pleasure, mi lady.” He bowed to you, before he left for good with a huge grin on his face.

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An hour had passed, but you still weren’t able to fall asleep. Your whole body was exhausted, and you couldn’t keep your eyes open, but there was too much going on inside your head. Being surrounded by Eddie, by his smell, didn’t exactly help either, because you were just so aware of him. He wasn’t even lying next to you, but maybe, just maybe that was the whole problem. It had felt so good to share these little touches with him, the way he’d looked at you, that you couldn’t stop thinking about this.

You tossed and turned trying to get comfortable - and his bed was rather comfortable, that wasn’t the problem - but you still weren’t able to sleep. Kicking the sheets off in frustration, you eventually got up. Your eyes were already adjusted to the darkness, so you were able to walk though his room without a problem. As quietly as possible, you opened the door and walked up to the sofa where Eddie was sleeping. His upper body was bare, his hair unruly around his head. There was a thin blanket thrown over his hips. Your eyes scanned his body, but you nearly shrieked when your eyes found his, and they were already open and staring back at him.

“Like what you see?” he teased before he sat up, running a hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to smooth his curls down a little bit.

“I would lie if I said no.” All of a sudden, you were a little braver. Maybe it was the darkness that made your words come out, instead of just ignoring what he’d just said. But instead of you, it was Eddie who left these words lingering in the air between you.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked. Eddie pushed the blanket aside and got up, because he was a little worried about you.

“Yeah. Don’t know why.” That wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t going to tell him that your head was filled with thoughts of him, while you were lying in his bed alone.

Eddie stopped right in front of you so that you had to tilt your head back in order to keep eye contact with him. Your heart was already beating so fast again that you thought you might pass out any moment. It was strange, but exciting what kind of effect Eddie had on you.

“Too much going on in your head?” his voice was deep, barely above a whisper, which sent goosebumps along your skin. He saw right through you, so you nodded. It wasn’t a lie, you were just leaving out the details. “Maybe we need to clear your head a little… give you something else to think about.”

The air between you two was heavy when he reached for your waist and slowly pulled you closer. His right hand came up to cup your cheek before you felt his lips on yours. They were soft against yours, soft and sweet, and you practically melted against him. The palms of your hands landed on his chest and stayed there for a moment.

Eddie pulled back just a fraction, smiling against your lips. His hand left your cheek yo that his fingertips could brush against the side of your neck, down your upper arm, your side, and then stopped at your waist.

“Is it helping?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, not opening your eyes. “Could use a little more.”

Eddie chuckled before he said: “Your wish is my command.”

When his lips met yours again, your fingertips pressed against his chest, before you let your hand run up towards the back of his neck, where you started to play with his hair. His tongue pressed against your lips asking for entry, and you quickly opened up for him. He tasted you, explored your mouth with his tongue, and you felt it down to your core.

His fingers tightened on your waist, before he wrapped one arm around you to pull you even closer. You both separated to get some air, though you nearly whined at the loss of his lips on yours.

“Come on,” he quietly said, slowly letting go of you. He took your hand to lead you back to his bed. You couldn’t suppress the yawn, because while you’d thoroughly enjoyed this moment, your body was craving sleep.

Eddie helped you get settled in bed, but when he turned around, you reached for his hand again. He’d maybe gotten your mind off everything that had been going through your head before, but the bed still felt empty without him.

“Don’t go,” you pleaded with him.

“I only wanted to get another pillow.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek, before he retrieved said pillow from the sofa. He was back by your side in no time. Eddie’s body stretched out behind you, and he immediately pulled you back against his chest again, his hand on your stomach, fingers fanned out to cover as much of your body as possible.

“Sleep tight, y/n,” he whispered against your neck, pressing a kiss there before he closed his eyes.

“You too, Eddie.” Covering his hand with yours, your eyes drifted shut, slowly pulling you to sleep. But even though you were already nearly in the land of dreams, you still heard Eddie’s words.

“I like you sweetheart… the real you.”

And they made you smile, followed you into your dreams. It was definitely something you would have to bring up in the morning, because you liked him to. A lot.

I don't have a tag list for Eddie fics yet, but let me know, if I should make one. I thought about a second part for the next morning, but that would probably only be smut, though, I'm still thinking about whether or not to write that. Thanks for reading lovelies 💚

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munso x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #staffi writes

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genericpuff · 5 months

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I think praising someone (Mongie) considering her incredibly racist comments and disrespectful behavior towards nonwhite fans, simply because she isn’t Rachel, is a bit gross

? I mean, yeah I agree with you, she's acted very immaturely and cruel towards her nonwhite fans. I'm assuming this has to do with my post talking about mongie's announcements at NYCC with her getting an anime? (if not please link me to the specific post for context). I don't really see any of that as 'praising her', more so just acknowledging the fact that she at least had the balls to step away from WT when she knew it wasn't working for her anymore, and the fact that she's managed to succeed separate from WT thus proving that it is, in fact, possible to succeed in this industry without relying on one single platform. The comparison to Rachel was more so just to prove a point that LO is in development hell lmao

I was more so just trying to praise the action in and of itself, not praising mongie for being a good person. I'm very aware of and have talked about her issues involving her racist opinions (the Vicky incident especially), I don't think her not being Rachel makes her a good person or good creator by default and that's not the point I was trying to get across. I'm not interested in continuing to read her work (like with LO I used to be a huge fan of Let's Play until it fell tf off in S3, then I found out about all the racism) but I can acknowledge the fact that she found a way to break out of the mould of Webtoons because I think that's something that should be talked about so that others can see it is possible to survive outside of Webtoons (not just for the aspiring creators, but also for the Originals creators who have spoken up about feeling 'stuck' with Webtoons because they don't feel like they can succeed without WT). It's just a shame it was, y'know, the person who has treated her fanbase like shit and acted out over very valid criticisms of her depictions of nonwhite characters. That's pretty much all I was trying to get across, it's not much more complicated than that lmao Weird analogy but it's like when you smell something cooking that smells really good and then you find out that it involves ingredients you can't stand LOL

But hey, you do raise a good point that highlighting the success of someone who's shitty towards their readers and how they write nonwhite characters is just giving them more press and recognition, so let's use this opportunity to highlight a not problematic creator who also found success in this industry while never once being an Originals creator - Alice Oseman! Heartstopper is wonderful and beautifully written especially in its characterizations and depictions of queer relationships and identities, the Netflix adaption is very warm and comforting to watch, and Alice herself seems like someone who I'd love to have coffee with if I ever had the chance. Go read/watch Heartstopper y'all , and remember to include non-Originals creators in your search for good comics to read <3 I'll probably make an actual post about Heartstopper sometime because I still need to watch the second season of the show and I'm sure I'll have plenty to gush about after I watch it just like I did with the first :' )

#honestly a lot of this goes for rachel too #like if she acknowledged how her series got preferential treatment from WT #or spoke up about how WT treats the creators that aren't her #or even took responsibility for how LO has affected the greek myth community #those are things i would respect out of her even if i still didn't like her afterwards #but she HASN'T taken that accountability and there isn't any sign that she ever will lmao #that said idk if i entirely believe mongie's reasoning for leaving WT #she claims it was due to unfair treatment but fr LP was second to LO in how much advertising it got #and she was REALLY pushing the boundaries of what she was allowed to get away with on the platform #i think it's great she's proving that success can be found outside of WT #but yeah it sucks that it's her specifically finding success considering how shitty she's been in the past #there are too many shitty people getting all the glory in these industries #lore olympus critica #webtoon critical #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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radiance1 · 11 months

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*cracks knuckles* so you have wished it, so shall it be!

Maddie is a daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, Jack is from a long line of Hunters, together they kill whatever they hunt

Dan is the firstborn, raised to be the perfect ghost hunting weapon obsessed with killing everything he hunts, like Hela from the MCU

Flynn is the second born, he's never gonna measure up to Dan so he never tried

Jazz is the third, she's the perfect child

Danny is the fourth and he's born to replace Dan

The next six children aren't named, they're disposable and unneeded, but the fifth unnamed chooses to call herself Dani

Dan is put down like a rabid dog when he grew too inconvenient to control, he returns as a ghost but is trapped in an already apocalyptic timeline until he's eventually freed from it

Flynn is too soft so into the portal he goes, he can either die or grow stronger, either way he's not Maddie and Jack's problem anymore

Jazz is perfect, she has to be, she knows the consequences of failing and she wants to keep living

Danny takes Dan's name and feels like a replacement, he hates what he's been raised to become, he hates himself and the ghostly child soldier his parents turned him into

The other children were born without fanfare and died without fanfare either, Dani earned her name when she tried to prove she wasn't weak by trying to kill Danny, she didn't succeed but Maddie was proud enough that she tried

- Chaos Gremlin 💖

I won't lie, I like this au A LOT.

But I don't know if I have any ideas for it..

So I'll just throw a bit of scraps together for now.

So, what if they move to Gotham, not by any of the children's wishes no. But because Maddie and Jack want to try their hands and hunting down the Batclan.

Their goal is obviously the notorious Batman.

Their arrival was pretty discreet, but a few days later they get picked up on by Batman and the rest, because of them popping out and trying to kill any member they come across.

Danny and Dani were sent after Robin and Red Robin.

Jazz is sent after Red Hood and Nightwing.

Danny and Dani don't really like each other, you know from Dani's attempt to murder Danny and all, but they work well enough together that they can fight other people.

So they split up, with Danny after Robin and Dani after Red Robin. They just had to wait for night and go find them.

Jazz was both hard and easy, she knew how to possibly draw Red Hood out, and Nightwing she just has to scour the rooftops for, so during the day she went around, beating up various gangs to draw the Crimelord's attention.

At night she went across the city looking for Nightwing.

All hell broke loose when they found their targets.

Danny and Dani wasted no time in trying to kill their targets, they had powers while the others didn't, it should be easy to kill them.

It wasn't.

They had some trouble fighting, more than they would have liked to admit, the gadgets and them knowing the layout of the city was annoying. They escaped just when the two of them thought they finally got them.

Jazz had a harder time with her targets.

It was a far more even playing field, it wasn't uncommon for her to have bullets wounds whenever she had to head back or multiple bruises, depending on who she encountered. But at least she had the knowledge that she at the very least gave them multiple broken bones and the occasional concussion.

Jack and Maddie weren't at all pleased with the repeated failed attempts. So, they both entered the field themselves, looking for the big bat himself.

The Batclan made themselves an easy target, all of them in one location. Batman out in the open and the others in hiding.

Jack and Maddie both took the opportunity for what it was and pounced, with Jazz staying on standby while the Danny and Dani both went to look for their targets.

Shit went, pretty wrong.

For Jack and Maddie anyway.

With five members of the Batclan against just their three, they put up a good fight, but Jazz was still injured from her previous fight against Red Hood.

So they were pretty overwhelmed, especially when they didn't expect more than what they thought would be there.

They thought at the most it would be maybe 3, not five.

So Jack and Maddie got beat up, so did Jazz.

So yadda yadda Danny and Dani find out, lose their shit because that's their sister who got taken and wanted to get her back.

They did get her back, but not in the way they expected.

If being able to now live a normal (Or at least normal in Gotham) life with their big sister in Gotham was any example.

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #uh idk what more to do so uh HERE I GUESS

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red-apples-stuff · 11 months

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Moving on...

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pair: Kokonoi Hajime x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst. That's all.

Short Summary: He didn't accepted your love in time. And two years later, it was too late. You moved on.

Note: I wanted to do it with happy ending... I didn't succeed...

Note 2: It came out a bit... shitty...? I know that. I've redone it so many times cuz the ideas I wanted to go for didn't work with my brain at all... Also, I'm for any mistakes, I overlooked everything in this story already, if there are more mistakes, no there aren't.

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"I'm sorry, but I dont feel the same way..." he says as he has an apologetic look in his eyes, but what you've missed to see is the way his eyes are also filled with pain and guilt from the past.

"Oh... That's ok. Just forget what I said..." trying your best to contain your tears from spilling out, so Koko won't see the fact that this hurts more than it should. "I'll just go then." and with that, you take your leave without looking back, tears finally staining the cheeks as you swallow your sobs.

Koko eyes never leaves your figure as you silently walk away and dissapear in distance. It's his fault that he can't accept the love that you have for him. It's his fault that he can't get over what happened in the past with the girl he loved so dearly... And it's his fault for what happened to her in the first place, because he couldn't save her. The mistake he accidentaly did took that girl's life. And he's to blame for.

At leats that's what he feels inside. That's why he couldn't accept anyone else's love. He feels like she will hate him if he doesn't do anything in his power to bring her back to life, even if it's impossible. He feels like if he gather all the money he needs, he will still be able to help her. And most of all, he feels guilty for moving on from her to love another person. Even so, that didn't stopped him from falling for you...

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Kokonoi needed Inupi and two years to finally wake up to reality and to get over the past, and most importantly, to admit his feelings for you, that never left his heart, and also to accept your love.

But now the issue is that he doesn't know if you are still willing to give him the same love you were about to in the past. Because there are two years distance since he lied about his feelings and rejected you. Two years since he hurted you and watched as you were walking away almost choking with sobs. Two years since you both intentionally started avoiding each other. Two years since he last heard of you.

Koko is still willing to try at least and talk with you. So for the past few days he gathered all of the courage he could, and showed up to your apartament. He knew that you still lived in the same place. He knew you didn't moved out. Inupi informed him, so knew he didn't got the wrong apartament... But still, there was a stranger in your house when the door was opened at his knock.

A man he never saw in his entire life before, he was standing right there, right in front of him. Hundreds of thoughts started running inside Koko's head. Who is he? Did you moved out and Inupi was just trying to mess with him for being an asshole in the past? No, it couldn't be it. He then soon realized... You moved on. The man that is in view right now it's your boyfriend. For how long? Koko has no idea. But he now knows that there's no chance of you still loving him. He could feel the courage he build up for days, evaporating, leaving him all lost in his mind.

"Do you need something?" the man asks, finally getting Koko snapping out of his thoughts. "My love, is everything ok?" this is your voice ringing from inside the kitchen, calling out for this man. Calling him your love.

"Yeah! Just give me a moment!" your boyfriend calls back, before looking again at Kokonoi with a questioning look.

"No... I don't need anything... Sorry for bothering you..." Koko take some steps back, ready to leave, but then, you are coming outside your house, wondering what is taking your boyfriend so long. The person in front of you made you freeze on the spot.

Seeing him, Kokonoi Hajime, the man who you've tried to avoid for so long, staying now in front of your door, is making your heart drop in your stomach. Is making you feel sick.

Finally, cleaning your throat, you take a look at the man beside you. "Babe, could you give us a moment? I... I know him." giving both of you a puzzled look, he nods, getting inside.

"I'm sorry..." taking a deep breath, Koko continues "I know I made a mistake two years ago. I finally realized it and wanted to come and apologize... And to return the feelings. But I see that I've came way too late." he takes a look at your silent figure staying in front of him, not knowing what to say anymore. Those eyes of yours he loves, are filled with so much pain, making him hate himself for hurting you in the first place.

You have so much to say to Kokonoi, but you don't know how... You wanted to scream at him right now, but instead, you took a deep breath, calming yourself, to not cause a scene with your family still being inside the house. "Yeah. You came too late. And I think it would've been better if you didn't came at all... You lied about your feelings, and now, after two years, when I got over it, you appear in front of my door, saying you love me..." tears starts streaming down your face once again " Please, go away. Never come back."

"I-... Ok." finally turning on his heels, Koko looks at you one more time. "At least does he treats you better than I did? I hope you are loved and happy with him." you nod as you look at him leaving. "I'm happy for you then..." and with that, he walks away.

You watch as he dissappeared in the distance, the same way he did when you got rejected.

...Another big mistake has been made by Kokonoi, and another person he lost.

Now, not only did he lost the girl he loved in his childhood, but he also lost you... His best friend, his support, the new found, yet also lost, lover...

Even though he lost a person he truly love, again, he is glad at least that death didn't took you away as well. You will still be able to live a happy life, with the man you now love. Even if the man isn't Kokonoi...

And now. He'll try to move on from you, exactly like he did with her... and try to forget about you.

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#x reader #y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #fiction #writing #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #kokonoi hajime #kokonoi x reader #kokonoi x you #kokonoi x y/n

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wsdanon · 2 months

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okay i'm still sick and feeling very miserable right now so as a distraction let me write up a bit of my vampire au lore that i've been too nervous to bring up because vampire-enjoyers might think it's silly. it's mostly to fill plot holes please grant me mercy (i don't know if it's already a thing in some vampire lore? i haven't heard of it at least, but i'm not the most knowledgable)

for length reasons i'll be putting it under the cut--i wouldn't say it's spoilers because it'll technically come up early on in the au's timeline but also if i write more for this au it'll be out of order anyway

okay so i've heard of "sire" before, and that's what this is going to be focusing on. cellbit is pac e mike's sire as i've mentioned before, but the reason he specifically doesn't show up to fit right now (plus the reason why fit never tries to fight mike) is because i'm kind of ruling it that if you kill a sire, you can kill the vampires they turned too

within reason! i think maybe… there's a sort of field or space. where if you're within that distance to your sire then you are more powerful, but you're also more vulnerable because if your sire is killed when you're in that space then you also die. but if you're outside of it, you're good

fit doesn't know cellbit exists, and they plan on keeping it that way. because he found out pac was turned first and believes pac is mike's sire (probably something they did intentionally to throw him off). fit could try to kill mike if he wanted to--if he succeeded, it would work and mike would die--but he figures it'd be easier to win one fight against one vampire since pac is acting really strange about the whole thing and doesn't let mike join in on their fights. but also he lets fit go when he wins

fit's assumption is that if he actually manages to succeed at killing mike, he'll lose all of pac's good will and pac will actually kill him (this is true). and since mike doesn't seem to want to fight him, he figures it's not worth it. so they just have an uneasy neutrality with each other. because, again, if fit manages to kill pac he won't have to worry about killing mike afterwards because mike would also die

so you can see how this was born from me filling in kind of plotholes lol

i'm going to say the field can be like… as big as a town? or city? it's hard to get out of, so if people don't want to deal with the vulnerability in exchange for more power then they move to a different place. and, hey, biology-wise this could even be the equivalent of like… how plants want their seeds to be tracked to new areas… or something. for the survival of vampires as a race it's beneficial to encourage them to spread out or for them to be stronger when together… i don't know lol

anyway hope this is interesting \o/

#wsd/v.ampireau

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chuplayswithfire · 2 years

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we reveal something about ourselves in the people we surround ourselves with. our friends say something who we are as people. which is why its FASCINATING to look at the people on ed's crew and the people on stede's crew, and see how they represent the pieces of who they are.

obviously we meet more of stede's crew and can see that they have a wide variety of personalities and experiences, but it's safe to say that stede's whole crew is weird, they are weirdos, they are the most bizarre assortment of pirates around, and of stede's whole crew, only Frenchie and Jim are able to successfully hide who they are and blend in even a little. We see Frenchie do it in episode 5, when we learn about his time in service and see that he's able to put on an act and successfully fool others into thinking he's something outside of himself, and Jim -

well, honestly Jim mostly suppresses who they are when they're pretending to be a man, but I'll argue that it still counts, because the real Jim, the Jim we meet in episode 3 and after, is a fucking weirdo just like the rest of them, and that's not the impression you initially get from tough silent mute Jim bitching about the crew in their journal.

Either way, Stede's whole crew of weirdos and misfits, who largely can't pretend to be anyone else and who don't want to be anyone else - that's such a representation of who Stede is as a person. he's a weirdo, a misfit, he doesn't fit in, and he's never fit in, and he can't for the life of him succeed in trying to be someone he's not, and so of course when he sets out on his ship with his ambitions of creating a culture of piracy that isn't abusive and lets people share their feelings, its with a crew of misfits who are just as strange and outcast as he is.

and then we have Ed, and his crew, and man is his crew saying SO much about him as a person, it's honestly a little embarrassing for him how much we can tell about Ed by looking at Izzy, Ivan, and Fang.

Like.

Ivan is the one who have the least to go on with (and Ivan is the one not coming back, nooooo) but what we get from Ivan is a guy who enjoys a good spot of violence and thinks its a shame when they can't have it, enough of a shame to voice it but not to make violence happen, not enough to take it out on the people around him. we see someone with a grasp of the people close to him - he's the one who notes that ed on stede's ship is the most open and available they've ever seen him, and along with fang correctly guesses that the plan is off.

ivan is the one comforting fang, trying to console him even though he doesn't quite know what to say in this situation. he's a man of multitudes - who hugs his friend as he weeps over a dead dog and who yanks the gold teeth out of dead men's skulls. when things turn over, when izzy is captain, when ed is the kraken - he gets the job done. he does the work. he doesn't complaint. (he does mutiny though, because he knows when he's worth more than he's getting).

Fang, Fang also gets the job done, but Fang asks questions - Fang asks what Ed's thinking, even when he can guess it will get his beard yanked, because Izzy's done that enough for him to complain about how much he hates that happening, but he still asks. Fang is the one who connects with Stede's crew, who cares so openly about Lucius, who appreciates that Lucius is an artist even while Izzy scorns that as useless, unnecessary labor. Fang's the one who says no one's ever taken an interest in his form before, an incredibly vulnerable thing to admit btw -

and fangs the one who killed his dog, even though he didn't want to, so he could belong to Ed's crew. he did what he felt he needed to do, to keep life moving. it hurt and it haunts him and it still moves him to tears, but he did it. he sticks with ed and his crew when things turn, even though i can't imagine it didn't hurt. fang's a survivor and an experienced sailor. he's seen shit, but he still keeps his heart open.

and of course izzy is the opposite of all of that. izzy keeps his shit locked down, izzy doesn't talk about feelings, izzy primarily expresses feelings with anger and petty power trips, is gay and homophobic, no one but izzy is forcing izzy to be the way that he is, but he keeps himself in the box, and everyone else too. he's comfortable in the box, and if ed doesn't want to be in the box he'll get the navy involved. he's the embodiment of toxic repression.

and like. damn. Ed, again, it's embarrassing how much he reveals about himself through his crew. the inner softness, the willingness to cause harm and do harm to get the job done, the repression that he leaned on hard in the old days, when he cut toes off for a laugh and drank himself stupid and demanded that there be no pets because they befoul the ship *and make a man weak* -

in ed's crew you can see the man that he was, repressed, cruel, hiding himself away, and the man he's trying to become - more open, more aware, emotionally intelligent and shrewd but also keeping it all close to the chest.

you really can tell a lot about a person by the company they keep.

#ofmd #ofmd meta #stede bonnet #edward teach #frenchie ofmd #jim jimenez #crew of the revenge #fang ofmd #ivan ofmd #izzy hands #our flag means death

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gerryrigged · 4 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @vellaphoria! ♥

How many works do you have on AO3?

14 total, 4 on my gerryrigged account.

What’s your total A03 word count?

27,558. A good number of my pieces are quite short ficlets. I don't have a big portfolio of work - I've been in fandom for quite a while, but almost entirely as a lurker. For a handful of years, almost all of my writing output was in RP.

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now? Just DC, mostly Bats for the time being. Previously, hockey rpf, Star Wars, K, X-Men: First Class, and One Piece.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

hgjkldsf, most of these are on my other account, but:

[redacted] - ~10k, ~1700 kudos, hockey rpf [redacted] - ~3.5k, ~900 kudos, hockey rpf [redacted] - ~600 words, ~600 kudos, hockey rpf Hold It Up To The Mirror - 2.3k, 347 kudos, DC Comics [redacted] - ~300 words, ~300 kudos, One Piece

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I want to, because commenters are lovely and I appreciate them so much! And I try to, I just...don't always succeed >_>💧 or, looking at it from another perspective, I'm just very behind on them!

I adore people's comments and re-read them with fair frequency, and I do love interacting - but I also tend to get over-excited/anxious and then end up just turning the comments over and over in my little paws admiringly like sparkly gems instead of replying. Or, for another example, I got a bunch of lovely comments on my timeloop dicktim fic, but haven't been able to psyche myself up to reply because I still haven't been able to get out the promised follow-up fic, ha 🙃

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh, probably Hold It Up To The Mirror. I left poor Dick and Tim in a really fucked up situation there, and it would absolutely have to get worse before it got any better. I do envision it getting better, though - despite where I end fic sometimes, I'm a sucker for eventual happy endings, especially for my OTPs. so I'm usually imagining a future path where things improve, even if it would be a (very) rough road to get there.

freefall (and the aftermath thereof) also left off on a pretty angsty note, but I give the edge to Hold It Up To The Mirror because of how bleak it is.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm not sure how to quantify this, lol, I would say most of my happy endings are pretty happy. For fluff factor, maybe my latest, let your heart be light, because that one just revels in the shmoop.

Do you get hate on your fic?

Not so far - fingers crossed it stays that way!

Do you write smut?

Yes, sort of? Like. I have written it, and I would certainly like to write more. But I consider myself very amateurish/unskilled at it, so I'm embarrassed of it and mostly it doesn't see the light of day. Guess I need to spend more time practicing! 😅

Do you write crossovers?

Nope, not a huge fan of writing crossovers or fusions myself, though I'll read them occasionally. When it comes to fandoms, I tend to only have one hyperfixation at a time, and mixing two different ones doesn't really appeal, at least in terms of what I myself am driven to write.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of - fingers also crossed it stays that way.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so? It's been requested before, but I never saw the results XD

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not so far, though I'd like to! The closest I've gotten would be writing out closely collaborated scenes in RP, which can in some cases read like a fic.

What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh no, if I was forced to consider all of my fandoms at once, I'd have no idea. For DC, it's definitely DickTim. (It was Tim/Kon before this most recent immersion in the DC fandom, when I started to dig into Bat comics more holistically and DickTim reared its head up and swallowed me whole.)

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hm, I don't know that there are any in particular that I would firmly put on the shelf. The ones that I more generally doubt are all the ambitious long-fic ideas >_> because I suck at those. But they still exist as goals of mine, so I won't jinx any of them here!

What are your writing strengths?

.......Humor, maybe? Oh, I've been told I'm good at conveying tone and character voice through prose, and at putting together memorable or hard-hitting turns of phrase. Possibly structuring emotional arcs? 🤔

What are your writing weaknesses?

Elaborate run-on sentences. Descriptions, especially of setting details such as locations, clothing, etc. (hence why these things are often missing in my fics, lmfao). Purple prose. Over-editing. Overuse of implication/ambiguity/metaphor to the detriment of clarity. Stringing multiple scenes together, scene transitions in general, over-arching storyline plotting and all the other difficult parts of writing longer more plotty pieces. The 'stage'-blocking of physical movement, and how much/little of it needs to be described to be effective. Research - I am way too prone to just handwaving and going ehhhh, something something fill in the blank here, you know what I mean >.>

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done this a couple times, but usually only short lines. Sometimes it's for effect - the POV character might not understand the language, so it's as impenetrable to them as to most readers. Or it's a line most English-speakers would be able to parse due to cognates/related languages, but it's just funnier or feels better in the other language. Or in like anime/manga fandoms, it might be a line in Japanese that most fans/readers would already be familiar with. Usually though I've just been Google translating, and have been kindly corrected on grammar etc. in the comments before, haha.

First fandom you wrote for?

well. that would be in like. middle school lol oh god. I think it was a Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing crossover hghkldjfskl. That or Dragonball Z. Thankfully my recollection of my FF.net account name has been lost to the sands of time.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

hm. I don't have strong feelings on this; I usually end up looking at my past fic with a critical eye. Maybe the little gen Dick & Tim ficlet I have on my other account? I wouldn't say it's my best, by any means, but that one kind of wrote itself in a fever state when I hadn't written anything in literal years, so I'm very fond of it for breaking through a creative block and being my first toe into writing for the DC fandom proper.

oh, and if you haven't been tagged yet and would care to play: @deepwithintheabyss, @annerp, and @the-alice-of-hearts?

#tumblr games #gerryrigged

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mageofseven · 10 months

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Nesting with Birdie: A BarbMams Love Story

Chapter 7

Taglist: @astroseuss @zarakem @fcxyviixen @brielle043

The pride demon was with the prince in his room, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

"I overstepped..." Lucifer shook his head as he spoke in a low voice.

Diavolo grimaced before letting out a sigh and sitting next to his boyfriend.

"That...you did." The prince agreed.

"I shouldn't have said that..."

Still, the redhead reached out to rub his boyfriend's back.

"You most definitely should not have."

"Diavolo, that not helping."

Dia leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"My Light, you let your anxiety get ahead of you once more." The prince explained. "This led you to make a hurtful mistake, but not an unfixable one."

"I just wish none of this was happening." He lifted his head to meet his boyfriend's eyes. "I don't want Mammon to face the struggles ahead of him."

"I know, my Light." Dia pulled his boyfriend into his arms. "You cherish your brothers so deeply, Mammon especially."

Lucifer loved all of his brothers dearly, but Mammon held a special place in his heart.

The rest his younger siblings were given to him to raise upon their creation; Mammon was not.

Mammon was Michael's responsibility, one the other man could not handle. His treatment of the small, frail looking child was repulsive. When Lucifer discovered how Michael treated Mammon as a child, he couldn't look at his former friend and brother the same way.

Luckily, Lucifer was more favored by Father than Michael was and as a result, Lucifer was given custody of young Mammon.

Just like with the rest of his siblings, Lucifer pledged that he would always protect his newest brother.

Then everything happened with Lilith and he lost his sister. This only made the older brother grip onto the others more, especially Mammon, who he still saw as that tiny abused boy in Michael's home.

This was also why his punishments for his brothers, especially Mammon, were so 'creative'. Lucifer refused to lay a hand on his brothers that wasn't soft or at least purposeful and guiding. He would never beat them, marking up their skin and shame them into hiding them or lock them up for a day or two without food; he will never, ever treat them the way Michael treated Mammon.

This is why Lucifer punished the way he did. In his mind, tying his brothers up and leaving them to hang for awhile was like a forced time out, one that he could guarantee to have them fulfill their time while he could continue with his other responsibilities.

Diavolo knew this story and therefore understood how delicate all of this was for his boyfriend.

One of the sad parts about all of this was that Mammon believed the very opposite; the poor younger brother believed that because he was never originally Lucifer's, that he was never his brother in the same way the others were that he wasn't loved as intensely as the others were; he was like the only adopted kid in a big family, worried their parents don't love them as much as their 'real' children.

Mammon has always seen himself as 'less than', long before Lucifer came to his rescue. That was one of the driving forces that made Mammon try to be a big support to his older brother, his second in command. He wanted to feel like he was on even footing with their other brothers, mattering to Lucifer just as much.

He always did though. Lucifer has long cherished Mammon as his brother, has long seen him as just as much a part of his family as Belphie, Asmo, Levi, and the rest them.

"How do I fix this?" The pride demon asked softly.

Dia gave his boyfriend a small kiss before meeting his eyes.

"Try to calm yourself and accept your brother's decision. You may see that defenseless child when you look at him, but Mammon is indeed a grown man and stronger than you think. Succeed or fail, just love him and be there for him."

Lucifer sighed.

"I'll also need to go apologize."

"Not just to Mammon, my Light."

The Avatar of Pride nodded.

After all, he didn't just hurt his brother with this; he also hurt and disrespected his old friend.

The look in Barbatos' eyes, the tone of his voice...he's never seen the butler act like that before; at the same time, he couldn't blame him.

Mammon may be his brother, but he is Barbatos' love, his partner and the person carrying his child; of course he's going to be fiercely protective of his boyfriend

And Lucifer was grateful for that. He was grateful that Barbatos, a man that he trusted so much, is the one at his brother's side.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mammon #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x mammon #obey me barbmams #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo

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