#jesus FUCKING C H. R I S T
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exCUSE ME~🎃
#jesus C H R I S T#fuck#im just gonna go set myself on fire rq brb#because oh my fucking god#thats one HELL of a pov#and a couple of thighs that#just#f u c k#early post from the schedule ik but fuck#frnkiebby#frank iero#mcr#frnkiero#mcr5#mcrmy#frnkie#my chemical romance#my chem#ilhsm
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listen man i understand the whole 'obsessed with getting the answer, obsessed with being right' thing but giving the gun BACK is so fucking braindead stupid HE WOULD NOT FUCKING DO THAT
#he'd at least FORCE everyone out. then as the doors closing on him turn around and give the gun back.#so he stays to solve but everyone else is safe first#jesus fucking c h r i s t#house md#house s5#live#m
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Dude. DUDE
#ahsoka spoilers#>>#ANAKIN LOOKS SO GOOD FIRST OF ALL#ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS RUFFLE HIS HAIR#‘you look old’ SHUT UP LMAO#anyway onto my incoherent thoughts#CLONE WAS FLASHBACK#to say I cried would be an understatement I gasped so LOUD when I realised it was baby ahsoka#WE GOT LIVE ACTION SIEGE OF MANDALORE JESUS C H R I S T#AND REX!!! R E X!!!#yeah I can’t be normal about this I CAN’T#then they mention Kanan by name BRO. B R O I CANNOT#also my god the shots of Anakin/Vader I thought I was going to ascend#AHSOKA’S SITH EYES FLASHING FOR A MOMENT#AND THAT DUEL OH MY FUCKING GOD#okay yeah I CAN’T be normal about this I really can’t#I’m just going to scream incoherently in all my tags
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One of my RL friends got into MDZS because of me so I told her if she has any fic ideas to pass them my way and she said “what is jin ling gonna do when fairy gets old and dies”
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#now WHY IN THE FUCK#was#was that supposed to be a fic request i’M-#KABSKAJSJAKKSJX#JESUS FUCKING C H R I S T#apple babble 🍎#speechless honestly#lmFAO 😭😭😭
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nobody puts baby in the corner
steve has always been your best friend, nothing more, but when you have a falling out with tommy he finally realizes what’s been there all along | ( 3.2k, sad, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )
N O B O D Y P U T S B A B Y
I N T H E C O R N E R
🎶 bending back, art school girlfriend
“Come on, we’re leaving,” Tommy sniped, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the door. He was unsteady on his feet and your stomach dropped as he fumbled his keys from his pocket.
Things had been unraveling between you for a while, not that it was ever really good, but when Steve hadn’t pushed past ‘best friends’ you felt yourself settle for the other boy. You weren’t exclusive by any means, but after Carol left for college you sort of fell together as you filled the void she left behind.
When Tommy wasn’t being an asshole he could be sweet sometimes, but the weight of keeping up appearances and maintaining his status - and maybe the fact you weren’t Carol - had turned him into a pressure cooker.
So. You were here. Again. The voice inside your head telling you this was it. The breaking point. You couldn’t do it anymore.
“But—Steve said he’d drive us,” you protested, pulling your arm away from him. Tommy always drove home buzzed and you hated it, but this was different. He was drunk. Glancing over your shoulder you gave Steve a panicked look and he ran his hands anxiously through his hair, taking a couple steps closer to you both.
“Hey, c’mon man, you’re wasted you can’t driv—“
“No one asked you, Harrington,” Tommy cut him off, rounding on his friend to get in his face.
Steve could smell the booze, the cheap cigars, could see the glassy look of his eyes. Giving you a quick glance, he drew his brows together in concern and reached to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Tommy, c’mon, I can drive yo—“
There was no warning as Tommy pulled back and loosed a punch to Steve’s face, sending him stumbling backwards and into the sofa behind him, “I don’t need your help, man.”
“Jesus, Tommy!” your heart leapt into your throat as you watched Steve put his fingers to the bloodied cut on his lip, clambering up from where he’d landed.
“You’re drunk. Shit. At least call a cab,” Steve’s tone held heat, obviously frustrated, but he was persistent, still trying to be a friend even when he didn’t want to be. He took a few steps back toward Tommy, fingers brushing against yours as he passed, and grabbed the keys from him, “Don’t. Drive. Please.”
They leveled each other, Steve’s breathing a bit quicker than Tommy’s as his fingers came back to the cut on his lip.
Huffing a laugh Tommy shook his head, wagging a finger in Steve’s face. “You think you’re so fucking cool. So ‘responsible’ now. Right? With your little shithead kids chasing you around,” he took a step in toward Steve again, swaying slightly as he planted his feet. “Well. Let me tell you something, King Steve, we don’t need that shit here, m’kay?”
Rounding on you, Tommy’s hand went for your arm again, but Steve slapped it away, “She’s not going.”
Tommy looked from you, to Steve, then back to you again and started laughing, but the both of you could tell it wasn’t funny. “So what, you speak for her now, Harrington? She’s got her own voice, go on,” too quick for you to step back, he gave your shoulder a push. It was small, but as soon as he touched you Steve was on him.
“Don’t touch her,” the look in his eye was something you’d never seen before. Something was different. This side of Steve. There was a confidence that hadn’t been there before, a steady strength. It made you feel safe, but Tommy’s eyes flashed with doubt.
Then he doubled down.
“Or what?” Tommy cut at him, getting right back in his face, and Steve didn’t want to fuck around anymore.
“Or you’re gonna do something stupid! Just get outta here. You wanna leave? Then go. She’s already said she’s staying. Walk it off man, you can get your keys in the morning,” Steve’s voice was firm, but the hard look in his eye from earlier had faded a bit and in its place was something a little softer. Sadder.
“Whatever. Everyone knows you’ve got it bad for him anyway,” Tommy snapped, getting in your face for only a second, and then he stepped back toward the door, “You’ll have to tell me how she is Steve, since apparently she’s saving it for you. Fucking prude.”
You felt Steve’s eyes on you as your cheeks burned hotly, dropping your gaze to the floor, silently begging for it to open up and swallow you whole. Anything other than this.
A few people filtered back in from the kitchen after hearing raised voices, and someone tried to take Tommy’s shoulder, but he shoved them off on his way out. “Outta my way,” he slammed the door so hard the frame shook, throwing the room into silence.
You were stuck in your head then, closed off, Tommy’s words playing over and over and over in your mind:
Tell me how she is Steve.
She’s saving it for you.
Fucking prude.
You hadn’t realized you’d started crying until you felt a hand take yours and you pulled in a sharp breath as you blinked back into reality.
“Sorry,” Steve’s voice was low and gentle as he took a small step back. Rubbing the back of his neck he wanted to give you a smile, something, anything to reassure you, but everything just felt so heavy.
Swallowing thickly you felt more tears cut down your cheeks, your throat tight as you choked back your feelings. “Uhm—“ you tried to keep your voice as even as you could, but it wobbled, “—can we go? Outside or…” You couldn’t finish your thought without loosing the sob stuck in your chest, but Steve knew. He knew.
“Yeah, yeah okay. Sure,” without hesitation he took your hand gently in his and looked out back through the patio slider. Peter was doing a keg stand while the rest of everyone chanted his name and Steve knew that wasn’t it. He hummed in thought for a minute and then brought his gaze back to you. “I’ll take you home, but I gotta fix this,” his tongue darted out to feel the cut on his lip, “Got a first-aid kit or somethin’ at your place?”
You nodded eagerly just wanting to leave and Steve took the hint. Pulling you both out to his car quick, he made sure to get you settled in your seat first before coming around and getting in, starting the short drive down the road to your house.
You’d moved in across the street from the Harrington‘s back in second grade after your dad got a job at the plant in town. With the Wheeler’s right there too there were plenty of friends around and between you, Steve, Nancy and Mike - and eventually the others - there was no shortage of fun growing up.
Grade school passed quickly with shared lunches and swapped desserts. You played in Steve’s pool while your parents watched him with his mom and dad out of town all the time. And in the 5th grade he finally figured out how to climb up the tree outside your bedroom window. So sneaking in at night to watch Family Ties became a thing.
Middle school was much the same, but the social pecking order started with school dances and “boyfriends” and girlfriends” and you tried to keep up with him. He took to popularity so easily, but he always made sure to include you. And you still swapped dessert at lunch. And he still snuck in your window.
But high school. Oh god.
People were cruel, unforgiving, and while Steve still made sure to bring you along it was harder for you to fit in. You were just a little nerdier, not into make-up or fashion, and the girls you surrounded yourself with maintained hollow friendships. Carol at least didn’t seem to mind you, but she was attached to Tommy’s face every minute of the day and with Steve chasing after Nancy, you had to forge your own way.
You still got invites to parties and whatever, but Steve was sneaking in through Nancy’s window instead of yours and you quickly became the fifth wheel. College was a shared pressure for all of you, kind of bringing people back together for a minute, but when Carol got in and Tommy didn’t a rift started between them and they fought a lot. Your group was fracturing. Steve and Nancy broke up and she started dating Jonathan Byers and then he just kind of disappeared. And that left you with Tommy until right before graduation…
Steve came back.
He stood a little taller, wasn’t as bothered to adhere to the rules of popularity, was hanging around with Nancy’s little brother and his friends. And one night, right after summer started in the glow of the warm Indiana sunset, he threw a rock at your window and climbed up the tree to your room.
He knew you and Tommy had grown close by proximity, knew about the falling out with Carol and felt bad about how he’d just up and left you. And after whatever had transpired over the time he was gone, his priorities had changed. It almost felt like grade school again with how easily you two fell into conversation, laughing until you cried – you were close again, but this time there was something more.
Something soft. A warmth that had nestled in your chest. An ember glowing in the dark and Steve had been the one to bring it to life.
Steve pulled into the driveway of your house, the windows dark, porch doused in black as you’d forgotten to leave a light on. Your parents were off helping your grandma for the weekend and you didn’t think of those things like your mom did.
The engine of Steve’s BMW rumbled to a still as he pulled the key from the ignition and you could feel him glance over at you. Your eyes were puffy from crying quietly on the drive home, and thankfully Steve hadn’t pushed you on it, keeping the radio on low to offer you what little privacy he could.
Before he could make it around to your side of the car, you quickly got out and made your way to the front door, grabbing the key from under the flower pot to get in. Steve made sure to lock it behind him as he came in after you while you went around turning a few lights on before grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom.
Walking back into the kitchen, kit in hand, you nearly dropped it as you ran into him leaning against the counter, but his hands were quick to steady you. “Sorry,” he said softly, “Bad place to wait.”
You managed a small smile and set the kit on the counter next to him, but it fell a bit when you finally saw his lip in some proper light. “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, opening the little white box and digging out a couple of cotton balls and some peroxide.
Steve gave you a smaller version of his grin and laughed a little, “That bad?”
You hummed in thought for a minute as you soaked a cotton ball from the bottle in your hand. “Won’t need to amputate anything, but this is gonna sting,” you gently teased, finally really looking at him for the first time that night.
He loosed a soft chuckle and stooped so you could reach his lip, but when your eyes met his smile fell bit. His eyes were warm, flecks of gold and caramel swimming in honey, and you felt the little ember in your chest grow brighter. “S’okay,” he murmured.
Your hand trembled ever so slightly as you lifted the cotton ball to his lip, sorry whispered just before you pressed it against the cut.
“Fuck,” Steve hissed as his eyes squeezed shut, the muscles in his jaw tensing as he bit down hard. You moved to pull your away, but his hand gently caught yours and he shook his head. “It’s okay, I’m okay,” and you believed him. A few more dabs and some neosporin later it looked a little better.
As you put everything back in the kit, you felt the lump in your throat had shrunk a little. Felt a little more like you. The quiet, the space, Steve, had helped. Worrying your lower lip between your teeth you glanced over to see Steve’s hand resting on the counter as you closed up the kit.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked, and you lifted your gaze up to meet his again.
Taking in a small breath you let it out slowly, wrapping your arms around your chest, “Yeah. I’ll be okay.” You gave him a little smile, but it weakened when he didn’t return it. His brows were furrowed with concern and he most probably didn’t believe you. Maybe you didn’t believe you either.
“It’s okay if you’re not,” he lifted his hand from the counter, wanting to touch you, but tucked it into his pocket instead.
It’s okay if you’re not.
Your throat tightened again and tears gathered along your lashes. As you pressed them shut you finally felt his hands at your waist and you let him pull you in, arms wrapping around you warm like the sun.
The cries you’d thought you’d swallowed came climbing back up your throat and you let them free, Steve’s shirt catching your tears for you. He held you like that for a long time, his cheek resting against the top of your head until your shoulders stopped shaking.
Lifting you away from his chest, he cupped your face in his hands and gently brushed his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away the tears. “You deserve so much better than that,” he said, leaning down to look into your eyes, “You deserve everything.”
Breath catching in your throat you wanted to love what he was saying, wanted to fold back into him, but all those memories — all that time without Steve — flooded your mind and you felt yourself get angry. “Where were you? It sucked. It sucked so much. And Carol left and it was just Tommy and…” you sucked in a breath, Steve taking in every word you said, “And we missed you. We needed you. I needed you.”
Your confession caught you by surprise and you clamped your mouth shut, watching as Steve’s expression melted into a muddled mix of sadness and regret.
“I know, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you but—“ he was struggling to put what had happened in the Byer’s living room into words, “—but it wasn’t safe and– and I wasn’t going to put you in a situation where you’d get hurt. If anything happened to you…” He let out a sigh of frustration and leaned his head back against the cabinets behind him.
Not safe? What situation? Questions were swirling around in your head and Steve knew it.
Leaning back down to you he bit in his lower lip and winced, forgetting about the cut there, and you grimaced along with him, your anger fading a bit. “I’ll tell you everything, I promise, but not right now. I just–” he lifted a hand back up to your cheek, lips pulling down into a frown, “–I realized it too late, but…I needed you too.”
I needed you too.
Steve never broke a promise, not to you, and he knew you’d hold him to it, so you didn’t push him and instead put your trust in him like you used to. Lifting your hand to your cheek you rested your hand over the top of his and leaned into his touch, threading your fingers with his. “Will you stay here tonight?” you asked quietly. It had nothing to do with Tommy, you knew he wouldn’t do anything, he was done with you, but you couldn’t bear the thought of lying in the dark. Of being alone in the inky black of your room.
“Yeah, yeah of course. Whatever you need,” his other hand found yours and squeezed it reassuringly, “My parents don’t give a shit long as I’m home to take the trash out.”
You both laughed then, cos it was true. Murmuring a quiet thank you, you pulled away from him, feeling keenly the absence of his hands in yours as they fell away. Flicking off the light he followed your silent cue, trailing after you down the hallway to your room.
Grabbing him a spare toothbrush from the cabinet in the hallway, you both got ready for bed. Swimming in the oversized Colts t-shirt that your older brother had left behind, you yanked on a pair of sweats and crawled under your covers while Steve finished up in the bathroom.
You heard the light switch off and Steve’s feet down the hallway as he peeked his head in through your doorway. “I can sleep on the couch,” he said softly, thumbing back toward the living room.
“No, stay,” it came out almost too quick and silence stretched for a second before you added, “Please.” Your cheeks grew warm and you were thankful for the dark as he murmured an okay back to you, kicking his shoes off at the foot of your bed.
The mattress dipped as he crawled up to you, his jacket and belt discarded back in the bathroom, and settled his head on the pillow next to yours. More silence hung between you, but your minds were anything but – you under the covers and Steve on top of the comforter. You thought maybe he was falling asleep until he said…
“Are you awake?”
“Yeah.”
Silence. Then the mattress dipped again as he turned into you, your eyes meeting in the dim light of the moon that fell through your window. “I’ll always be here for you. Always,” and the tone in which he said it was one you’d only heard him use once.
You’d gotten in a fender bender right after graduation and fractured your wrist. It was nothing life-threatening, but he’d come to the hospital right away and stayed by your side for the few hours it took to get x-rays, meds, and a cast.
I’m not leaving. He insisted. It wasn’t even anything serious, but it had scared the shit out of him and after tonight there was no doubt in his mind about how he felt. He might not have been ready to say it yet, but you felt it too.
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Another beat of silence and you felt yourself start to shrink away, but suddenly his hands were on your cheeks, warm and reassuring and safe. It would make his cut sting, but he didn’t care. Pressing his lips to yours he kissed you, soft and sweet, and when he pulled away you felt him smile against you.
Neither of you said anything after that, but you both were content to just lay next to each other there in the dark. Pulling your hand out from under the covers to find his, you tangled your fingers together, breaths spacing out as the tension left your bodies.
You fell asleep there in your room holding hands, a silent promise to each other to not leave again, and it was one neither of you intended to break.
crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#steve harrington#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x fem#steve stranger things#steve x you#angst#steve harrington fluff
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚝.
X male reader smut.
Charlie(yuurivoice) x amab/male (can be gender neutral but it is focused on male) reader
A-after care (what they’re like after sex)
Yeah,no.not that he would like to do it,but he’s either stunned or sleepy after sex,so your the one doing aftercare
B-body part (their and your favorite body part)
Personal headcanon that Charlie has really veiny hands for no reason,so he adores his hands,the way he can hold a joint and grab your dick is amazing.his favorite body part of yours would have to be your hair,long short as long as he can use it to grip you while your sucking his dick he likes it.
C-cum (kinda self explanatory)
He’s has mixed feelings abt it,he doesn’t mind it but he’s not completely into it.but he doesn’t like to swallow it,so don’t try that kinky shit on him
D-dirty secret (also self explanatory)
Desperately wants to be choked out and called a male slut.
E-experience (does he know what he’s doing?)
Charlie has definitely had his share of hookups,he knows what he’s doing but he’ll act like he doesn’t cause he’s a Whiney baby
F- fav position (also kinda self explanatory)
Pirates bounty and suspended congress (both are gay sex positions.and as a girl,I think they both have the funniest name on planet earth)
G-Goofy (how are they in the moment,serious or silly?)
Charlie likes to be a tease,he prefers to keep the bedroom light hearted and fun,he definitely keeps you entertained if you here what I’m saying
H-hair (how well groomed are they,does the carpet match the drapes)
He shaves,nothing special about it.but I do think he’d be a bit harry
I-intamicy (how are they in the moment,on the romantic aspect)
He can be lovey dovey,like dying I love you in low groans as she fucks you
J-Jack off (masturbation hc)
I’ll give you this much,he wants to be caught,he wants you to see him jacking off to a picture of you while you were sucking him off once
K-kink (any kink of theirs)
Praise kink,choking kink(even tho it doesn’t happen) and not sure if this counts but he really likes to slap his dick around your face before you suck him off
L-location (places he likes or has done it)
He’s definitely took you in the closet of Pete’s Pizzeria,and in the back of his car,and he’s pushed you over the kitchen counter before,but he stopped and said he was joking cause he was nervous
M-motivation (what gets him going)
When you admit your horny to him,that could make him cum anytime anywhere
N-no.(something he wouldn’t do)
He wouldn’t be into hate fucking,he’s a strong believer of “we don’t go to bed mad in this house”
O-oral (giver or receiver?)
He honestly doesn’t care,he likes to give just as much as he likes to receive.but don’t make him swallow cum,that’s how you get no oral for a week
P-pace (how fast/rough are they)
He’s fast and rough,he likes hearing you whine ass he fucks your ass and digs his hands into your lower body
Q-quickie (opinions on them)
One simple word
Yes.
R-risk (risky thoughts or experiments)
He so wants to pull you into an alley and give you the best blowing of your life but he’s to afraid to do so
S-Stamina(how many rounds)
Depends on the day,if he didn’t have work he’s more likely to go for about 5 maybe 6,but after a long day he really just needs to cum so maybe 1 or 2 rounds
T-toys (does he own them?like them?)
He personally doesn’t own anything other than a dildo he keeps under his bed,but I’d you have cooler stuff you want to sue on him he’s down
U-Unfair(how much they like teasing)
If you start to whine and say fuck offs and fuck you’s to him he’ll force you to look at him and apologize(which is so hot)
V-Volume (how loud is he)
Oh Jesus he can be loud and whiney,like no matter what the position is,he’s a big whiner
W-Wildcard (random headcanon)
He likes to bite your thighs(god damn I’m mains myself blush,and I’m writing about gay sex)
X-X-ray (how big is he)
A tiny bit over average (6.7 inches)
Y-Yearning ( how high is his sex drive)
Anytime,anywhere,no matter what
Z-zzzzz (how quickly they fall apart)
He gets tired so easily,so easily so he’s asleep almost immediately
Kinda a gift for a friend (i know I usually don’t do smut but ya know ppl change)
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Max, slamming the Ouija board down on her bedroom floor: Listen up, asshole; I come bearing gifts.
Billy/Planchet: W H A T I S I T?
Max, pulling several polaroids out of her hoodie pocket and setting them on the floor: Steve took his shirt off at the pool and El took a bunch of sneaky pictures. I snagged a few of the good ones while she was busy. You’re so fucking welcome.
Billy/Planchet: B E S T S I S T E R E V E R!
Max: I know.
Billy/Planchet: N O W G O A W A Y
Max: What, why? There was swimsuit clingage, dude. Don’t you want the rest of the details?
Billy/Planchet: N O I W A N T S O M E P R I V A C Y
Max, flipping the board over and gagging: Oh, gross! Ugh, you’re so nasty. Jesus fuck, Billy, even in the afterlife? That’s so- ewwwww.
#the strange adventures of max and her ouija brother#more ouija memes#ouija board billy#ghost billy hargrove#harringrove#harringrove imagines#harringrove meme#harringrove ficlet#the continuation of the ouija board series#max mayfield#max and billy sibling energy#max and billy good siblings
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Hey bud, I hear you’ve got beefy husband Ian on the mind 😏
I’m thinking about beefy husband Ian finally convincing Mickey to come with him to the gym in the apartment complex.
And it’s not like Mickey’s really interested in working out, so he just enjoys the show.
They get lucky and no one else is around, so Mickey shamelessly stands there while Ian watches himself do curls and overhead presses and rows in the mirror, and he’s wearing a tank top and Mickey’s drooling over his traps and his chest and his biceps, and jesus christ, that back. He’s smiling and he’s raising his eyebrows at him suggestively in the mirror, his caveman brain blaring a constant loop of must be picked up must be thrown over shoulder but Ian’s like please just let me finish a few more sets, you fucking animal.
They do nearly end up just going for it in the gym, but one of them has a brief moment of clarity and they make it back up to the apartment.
And maybe then that becomes a thing. Mickey’s universally hated by the folks who use the gym, because whenever he’s there with Ian, doing a shit job of pretending to work out while he makes eyes at him, Ian mysteriously seems to forget gym etiquette and doesn’t wipe anything down or put it back where it goes, and it's annoying. He just bails. Everyone can guess why, and everyone is grossed out, even though a lot of them get it. They have eyes, they can see what Ian looks like.
So yes, the gym as foreplay before Ian puts all that beef to good use and tosses Mickey around a bit. Just something to think about. 😌
mickey's caveman brain while he watches his man get good and limbered up to toss him around: barkbarkbarkbark-
c h r i s t they are a problem - good for them <3
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Ive been listening to Jesus He Knows Me lately (Ghost just released the music video for their cover and its great) and its got me thinking of an AU were Tiefer goes on to become like a superstar priest/televangelist. Puts on an act about how Jesus saved him from his terrible childhood abuse, Jehan is his protege who he treats as his own son after his father died, maybe he's even got a wife he pretends to love (only in front of others) Absolute debauchery and abuse out of the public eye of course
not me like 'he could marry his sister' no but he sure could marry a wife that looks like her (honestly she fits the blonde t r a d wife look)
i am devouring this, brilliant, debauched, lovely
(honestly I was thinking about a question @idalwaves asked or reblogged about if being a different flavor of christian would like...how it would change tiefer or jehan's relationship to their sexuality or something -- like would bein southern baptist or fundie work -- and anyway it had me thinking about basically how catholicism is perfect for someone like tiefer who is gay and loathes women, whereas something like fundie or southern baptist that expects a patriarchical figure with a wife and kid, the family man archetype, would be painful for him. like torture to have to fake a loving marriage to a woman.)
BUT IT WOULD BE DECADENT god cuz he can be charming, put on a southern drawl (his accent is southern but different southern, cajun southern, and massaged away by a more new orleanian accent flattened out), lie and lie and lie -- has a wife he fucked (timed it all right and everything, natural family planning and all) until she got pregnant (thankfully quickly) because that's what she wanted, that's what was expected -- and if he works extra hard and after hours and away from her and the home its for god, it's the right thing, it's what she signed up for, of couuuuurse he loves her, ignore that he won't touch her except for briefly in public or when she needles wanting another child (and if he knocks her up enough and then crushes some pills in her food or drink to get rid of it because three's e-fucking-nough, well, hey, what she doesn't know won't hurt her...)
AND JEHAN WELL......things could be the same: dead exlover friend's son is left without a father and, well....wouldn't be too odd for him to offer to a new widow and new mother to take her eldest (his godson) under his wing, later even let him live with them (because he only has daughters so far and one day he won't be around -- makes sense to have someone ready to take over after he's gone -- jehan would be perfect for that -- in fact, it's not his idea's, it's God's even, God put it in his heart that jehan would take up after him -- so why not let him spend a summer with them...and winter...and spring...)
and you KNOW he is fucking jehan -- maybe he waits a bit longer than canonically, properly has him under his thumb until he's fifteen or sixteen (very much the adolescens that he finds attractive) or maybe it starts right after nathan died (he's not even attracted to a 10 year old's body -- not that canonically he's into a 12 year old's body either but at least puberty is hitting and it reminds him of him and nathan in their youth and he's not coping well -- but it's a heady thing, power, and he's been able to get wealth and opened doors and it's a far cry from being a beaten faggot whore on his sister's leash being whored out so why not, why not, it's not like jehan's upset about it, he always gets to cum, and it's not like his wife knows, it's not like anyone knows, why not? who's gonna stop him? God?)
basically tiefer would be soooooo much worse. not that he's great canonically but add wealth and power without rules?! (Catholicism at least has rules.) C H R I S T.
(honestly if you wanted to get real fucked up -- televangelism would probably make this also a modern or modernish AU -- say 80s or 90s at earliest making Tiefer being born....instead of 1930s, probably 1950s or 60s...and well....the implications of being able to take photo or video....well.....well....)
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fluff alphabet ( sodapop curtis )
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A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)
Your attention to detail. you know when somethings wrong, through that carefree façade, and you'll coax an explanation outta him.
B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)
Your hands, bruh. He loves watching you light your cigarettes, loves watching you fuck up the Socs that talk shit about pony and other people close to you, loves watching you lace your fingers with his, loves watching you.
C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)
Sodapop Curtis likes to smother or be smothered. Will 100% lay on tip of you if you let him, and is 999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999% willing to have you lay on top of him. In all seriousness, Soda really don't give a fuck whatever y'all are doin as long as ur both together
D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)
Soda will do just about anything with you, so you've got a variety of things you could both do. Personally, Soda really likes when you find some nice grassy field and you're all wrapped up in his jacket or whatever, and you're talking about whatever-the-fuck comes to mind
E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)
Soda is one to wallow in their feelings before doing something impulsive, so you'd be given little to no warning whatever he's doing if he's upset (angry/sad)
Soda feeling cuddly and lovey is a different situation entirely. This guy is clingy and simping and jesus im overwhelmed thinking about the love he smothers you in 😣💞
F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)
Personally, Soda wouldn't be too opposed to having kids, biological or not. He will definitely bust his ass to give his kid the opportunities he didn't/couldn't have, and would the kind of father a lot of people would want
G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)
With the minimal amount of money this man gets, there is no doubt in my mind he would try his very best to get you a CD or book you've been eyeing
H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)
ALWAYS, MEIN GOTT. Just hold his hand. He likes it and dgaf if someone says smth to him about it. Soda believes if you truly love someone than you wont be afraid to show that love (and Soda's love language is touch idgaf)
I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)
Angry. Angry at whoever decided to fuck with the gang (everyone loves you, especially bc you're Johnny's second fave person ever)
J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)
Like a lot of members in the gang, Soda leans to joking rather than pranking. You both have a lot of inside jokes, and he loves just randomly bringing up said inside joke to see your smile.
K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)
Mans puts effort into kissing you its pretty endearing. The way he pants into your mouth suring a makeout sesh is 😏😏😩😩😩😍😍😍😍🤭🤭🤭❤❤❤ and then he whines and pulls you closer than humanly possible with his hands on the back of your neck. i- 🥵🥵🥵❤❤🤭😍😏😍😍🤭😩🤭😩🤭😍💍💍😇😇😇💒💒💒🧎♀️🧎♂️🧎♀️🧎♂️🧎♀️🧎♂️🛐🛐🛐🛐
L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)
By affirmation and physical touch
M = Memory (favorite memory together?)
First kiss together. No details.
N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)
Soda's worst fears: you/Darry/Pony walking out of his life with no warning and school
O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)
bros kinda a worrywort
P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)
he calls you: babe, baby, doll, pretty girl/boy, angel
you call him: pepsi cola, babe, Coca-Cola, baby, sweetheart,
Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)
Smoking
R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)
-You Found Me by The Fray
-Freaks by Surf Cruise
-Iris by Goo Goo Dolls
S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)
Will answer almost any question you ask him
T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)
A year maybe? All depends on your resolve
U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)
Well absolutely bust ass to help him, and will absolutely annihilate anyone that says jack shit about him. He'll get real quiet and only ease up if you or his brothers are there to comfort him.
V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)
He's proud that he can call you his. He loves showing you off, even if you insist theres nothing to show off.
W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)
Is confident in your ability to fight if you are, but will always look out for you. Soda will definitely fight for you. no comment
X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)
Pretty well, actually. He would observe you for a while before you started dating, and would definitely pick up subtle hints from your body language
Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)
By proposing to you with a ring pop and then if you said yes you would both go buy a ring
Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)
you, smoking, sleeping.
xXx
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i’m—~🎃
#jesus FUCKING c h r i s t#fuck#fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck f u c k#jesus fuck#okay i’m done with the blasphemy#but oh my god#this is very much#i will be staring at this gif for way too long#frnkiebby#frank iero#mcr#mcr5#mcrmy#frnkiero#frnkie#my chemical romance#my chem
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A-Z Headcanons
Izzy Stradlin X Reader Headcanons
A/n: Izzy is my babygirl(he’s like 3 times my age). Anyways, last headcanon for the week(probably).
Word count: 1001
Warnings: Smut!!!
Masterlist
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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
He doesn't hate it but he prefers to cuddle and watch tv or have a smoke together.
B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)
He loves his nose. He loves having you sit on his face because he can just devour you from there and oh lord, is it good.
His favourite part of you is your mouth. Same as Slash, he loves to fuck your mouth until you're tapping on his thigh for air.
C - Cum (anything to do with cum)
Cannot decide on whether he loves to cum everywhere or whether he'd rather cum inside you. Probably a bit of both, depends on if he's feeling possessive or not.
D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
Around the other guys or in public, Izzy is quiet and yk, seems like he doesn't like much. But in the bedroom(or wherever you decide to fuck), he's loud, loving and everything else in between.
E - Experience (how experienced are they)
Very experienced. All I'm gonna say.
F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)
From behind. Whether it be doggy, you bent over something, etc. . Cannot convince me otherwise.
G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)
Serious. Like, he takes sex seriously. Not like a task or anything like that but he definitely prefers it to be serious but if you're both drunk or high(or both), a few giggles will be let out.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they)
He's fairly trimmed because I don't feel like he wants a bush but also doesn't want to be fully shaven.
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
It's rough most of the time but every so often(or if you specifically ask), he can be so fucking romantic.
J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
Hear me out...
He comes home from the studio and hears your moans from the bedroom so he walks in and sees you fingering yourself and boy, are you IN for it.
(Yes, reverse version of Duffs. Shut up.)
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Spanking, bondage, dacryphilia, temperature play(ice cubes) and some other stuff. This man is down for anything. I think he’d be into cnc but it’s not his number one kink.
L - Location (favorite place to do the do)
Kitchen(bending you over the counter), Living room(bending you over the sofa). Basically anywhere he can bend you over something.
M - Motivation (what gets them going)
Anything. This man is quiet in the streets, and a freak in she sheets.
N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)
Not much but he isn’t into knife play. He doesn’t like the idea of possibly causing permanent damage to you.
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)
Edges you with his tongue until you’re a whimpering mess under him.
If you’re the one giving head, he’s holding your head down so he’s hitting the back of your throat and your tears are running down your cheeks.
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)
Fast and rough king. He loves pounding into you because of how loud you get for him. If you want a soft night, he’d be okay with it but the next night you fuck, he’s going twice as hard.
Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)
Prefers long fuck sessions but won’t turn down a quickie because the less time you have, the quicker he goes and as mentioned above, fast and rough king.
R - Risk (are they game to experiment)
Yes but prefers to stick to what youse usually do. But yeah, if you wanna try something new, he’s down asf.
S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)
3-4 rounds for about 30-45 minutes each round(wow that was randomly specific Jesus). But despite that, he could go all night gladly.
T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)
Y.E.S. Butt plugs, vibrators, ropes, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, etc. . I don’t think he’d use them on himself, like at all. But he uses them on you often. He also probably has some vibrating panties that he makes you wear in public because he loves teasing you.
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)
As said like 8 words ago, he LOVES to tease you. He’s a little fucker for teasing you. Wherever, whenever(we’re meant to be together(shakira)), he can tease you, he’s going to tease you and so much until you’re literally crying and begging for him to fuck you.
V - Volume (how loud are they)
Not too loud himself but loves when you get vocal. Loves to hear you beg for him in anyway. He also likes when you’re at that point of just babbling because you’re so fucked out to form actual words or sentences.
W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)
You and him have a sex tape(not a Pam & Tommy situation. Just saying). It started off as a joke between you both but at some point, you talked it over and decided to actually do it so you(and by you, I mean him) can watch it when he’s on tour.
X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)
Not giant but not tiny. I’m saying 5-7 inches because we all know that it’s not the size that counts but how well they use it(at least for me that is).
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)
Horny/dtf 24/7. He won’t always fuck you but you know he’s always horny.
Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)
Literally never sleeps. Jk but you will have a full nap/sleep and he’s still awake(and smoking a cig because it’s Izzy Stradlin we’re talking about). I feel like he loves to watch you sleep but not in a sexual way(sometimes, yk, cnc).
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OH MY GOD THANK FUCK LOKI WASNT THE ONE TO GO OUT THERE CAN YOU IMAGINE MOBIUS SEEING HIM GET FUCKING SPAGHETTID AFTER THAT LIGHTHEARTED BICKERING OVER WHOSE TURN IT WAS?? JESUS C H R I S T
#no but seriously can you imagine the sheer fucking levels of anguish#like loki saw mobius get pruned but this?? mobius seeing loki get spaghettid?? personally id lose my mind on the spot#MAKING MYSELF STRESSED OUT OVER HERE OVER SOME POTENTIAL SCENARIO. BUT GOOD GOD#A POTENTIAL SCENARIO OF TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS MIGHT I ADD#DEAR GOD#loki s2 spoilers#loki season 2 spoilers#t4lx.txt
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a couple of assorted nortluca hcs:
-norton is very grumpy(?) and always has The Most Dead Eyes known to man. like similar to a resting bitch face but scarier and filled with more angst. luca, on the other hand, comes off as very enthusiastic and emotes a lot with his face (sticking out his tongue when he's working on things, pouting when someone does something he doesnt like, grinning really wide with a lil snaggletooth showing when he's happy etc).
-luca LOVES to make norton flustered by peppering his face with kisses. norton is a little (er, a lot) touchy around his scars, but luca ways reassures him that he loves them and loves him. (besides, he tells him, they're matching with fucked up scars that they did to themselves and what's cooler than that.)
-norton is only ever affectionate with luca, but even then it's in a really touchy-feely way were if he feels uncomfy he will just. bolt. leaving luca to run after him.
-okay now more on luca's side: luca takes care of himself just as well as a distracted inventor can: aka, he doesn't. he doesn't sleep most nights, and sometimes he'll go a whole day without eating or drinking anything because he's just That Focused on whatever he's working on. that's when norton steps in and puts his foot down and forces luca get some sleep, eat something, or take a break. he claims it's just cause it'd put a team at jeopardy is they were in a match with a half-dead decoder, but in reality he just Cares about luca and Refuses to admit it.
-luca's whole thing is electricity and norton's is magnets……dare i say a match made in heaven.
-(this is based off some art i saw on twitter lmao) norton's magnets sometimes get stuck to luca's hugeass collar, or vice versa with luca getting magnetized and drug down by his collar to one of norton's magnets, whether they be in his hand or in his pocket uwu.
-luca keeps trying to talk norton into getting an inhaler because jesus c h r i s t does that man wheeze like he's above to keel over. norton is super touchy about anything related to his accident in the mines, so of course he takes luca's suggestions personally and adamantly refuses everytime luca brings it up (luca is going to drug him and insert an inhaler in his body via surgery one of these days /j)
-once norton does end up letting luca see the extent of his scars and even touch them, he realizes that luca's fingers feel extra nice on them because of the endless electricity that's always thrumming through the prisoner's body. (scar tissue can be treated/helped to regain some feeling via electrical stimulation therapy sometimes!)
-luca loves shocking norton. like touching a singular finger to norton's arm and feeling a slight shock from the charge. norton always tells him to stop, but he's not actually upset when he does it. (maybe he even finds it….cute……)
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all i want for christmas
steve got you what he hopes is the best christmas gift of all time, but he's nervous and afraid of being soft and vulnerable in front of everyone and what if you hate it, but you don't and it's perfect | ( 1.5k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )
A L L I W A N T F O R C H R I S T M A S
🎶 christmas wrapping, the waitresses & 🎶 merry christmas darling, the carpenters
“C’mon, Henderson. You’re crinkling the paper! Christ, lemme do it,” Steve elbowed his way between Dustin and the present he was trying to wrap, shaking his head. “Have you ever wrapped a present before?” Steve gave him a look and Dustin scoffed.
“I’ll have you know I wrap presents every year with my mother and she tells me they’re perfect. Hm? Perfect. Thank you very much,” the younger boy frowned and shoved the box and tape at Steve. “But please, by all means, go right ahead.”
Robin snickered on the other side of the counter and Steve fixed her with a look. “You don’t have any room to talk,” he snipped, refolding the edge Dustin had just done to retape it.
“Is poor little Stevie nervous?”
Dustin snickered.
“You know I hate that,” Steve grumbled, keeping his focus on the task at hand.
“Sure do, and that’s why I love it,” Robin teased, grinning as she stood from her chair and came around to ruffle Dustin’s hair. “Look, Henderson and I got here way earlier than everyone else, to help I might add, and all we’re doing is sitting here watching you anxiety spiral. C’mon, Steve. They’re gonna be here soon.” She folded her arms over her chest and Dustin copied her, both of them staring a hole into Steve as he smoothed the last piece of tape over the wrapping.
Letting out an exasperated sigh he ran his hands through his hair for the fiftieth time that night, making him look more like Doc Brown than Steve “the hair” Harrington, “I know, I know, Jesus. Just gimme a minute, I’m thinking.”
It was the first time you’d all finally had time to actually do Christmas together and he’d offered his house for the party. Which, it did have plenty of space for everyone, and the tree in the living room looked incredible with the vaulted ceilings and glittering lights, but he was beginning to regret it. What if you hated his gift? What if he completely fucked it up? And in front of literally everyone no less.
“Harrington, get out of your head. Let us help,” Robin repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders as she leaned down to catch his eyes, “C’mon.”
“Yeah, she’s gonna totally freak out. It’s perfect, dunno why you’re so stressed out, buddy,” Dustin chimed in, taking the finished gift from the counter and nudging Steve’s arm with it. “I’ll go get it under the tree.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Steve sighed again and plopped down in the chair at the counter, drumming his fingers nervously on the marble top.
“Steve. Seriously. It’s sweet, she’s gonna love it,” Robin’s voice was softer and warmer after Dustin left the room. Covering his nervous fingers with her hand she gave it a gentle squeeze.
He grumbled at her, but Steve felt himself relax a little at Robin’s reassurance. Glancing up to meet her gaze, usual confidence shaky, his eyes were all big and full of worry, “You really think so?”
Giving him a big smile she shook her head, “Yes dingus, I know so. Now c’mon. We gotta get our shit together. You haven’t even put snacks out yet.”
“Shit. Okay, yeah c’mon,” and he hopped up from the chair feeling a little more confident, starting to bark orders at Robin and Dustin as soon as the younger boy came back from the living room.
Everyone else showed up almost exactly at the same time, the sound of Eddie’s van enough to tip anyone off, and when Steve opened the door it was like he’d broken a sound barrier.
“Harrington! Damn, nice digs, can I park my van here permanently?”
“Is your pool heated?? Just kidding! But seriously, is there a hot tub?”
“Here, Will made me bring– I mean, thanks for hosting, Steve. Merry Christmas.”
“If I don’t get new trucks for my board I swear to god…”
“Yeah, great, so glad you’re all here,” Steve’s face was a half grimace half smile as they all shoved past him into the house, descending on the snacks, hot cocoa, and peppermint schnapps. Nancy and Jonathan were the last to come in and when she saw the state he was in she gave him a small smile.
”They all love you, you know that, right?” she teased as Jonathan went into the kitchen with the others. Pulling Steve into a hug she grinned and gave his shoulder a small shove, “Your house is gonna totally be wrecked.”
“Amazing, incredible, just what I wanted to hear, Nance,” he groaned, but returned the hug anyway.
Holding him out at arm’s length she glanced over her shoulder, “She’s parking, but El hung back to distract her if you need a minute?”
Steve’s brow knitted together as he considered it. Did he need a minute? Your gift was already wrapped and tucked under the tree, just waiting for you to arrive, there was nothing else to be done but have you open it. “Uhh…” he hummed, still in his head about it, “N-no. No that’s alright. I’m ready.”
“Listen, Jonathan said the quality is great, and honestly that doesn’t even matter. If it were me opening it, I’d be a mess,” her tone was soft and kind and when she finally moved past him into the house Steve took in a deep breath and steadied himself.
It was fine. It was great. Everything was going to be totally amazing.
“Lucas! Seriously? Oh my god…seriously?” Max flung her hands around Lucas’ neck as everyone’s jaws dropped. This was the most animated, most emotional anyone had ever seen her as she ripped open a set of neon orange skateboard trucks and hot pink Slammer wheels. She was nearly in tears, but when she realized everyone was looking at her she sucked in a breath and shook her head, “Thanks, stalker.”
“Shit, Sinclair. Nice,” Steve muttered under his breath, ribbing the younger boy with a big grin. Lucas couldn’t wipe the smile off his face and he muttered something about it not being a big deal, but it totally was.
Then, one by one, everyone else went. Mike got Will a new art portfolio and a set of pastels, Jonathan opened a new Canon EOS-1 from Nancy, and Robin, El and Dustin went in together to get Eddie a new Warlock guitar – the other one got completely wrecked in the Upside Down – and he totally cried.
But then it was your turn and Steve’s leg was bouncing up and down and jittering the whole couch, and as Lucas passed it over to you, you felt your heart racing in your chest. “That one’s from Steve,” Dustin said, a huge shit-eating grin on his face, and everyone snickered.
“Shut up, Henderson,” Steve kicked at his foot.
“Thanks, Dustin,” you gave him a smile, but your eyes said quit it and he winked.
All eyes were on you. A flush rose in your cheeks as you slowly opened one side and then the other, but then tore the paper down the middle and Max snickered. I knew she’d rip it, she said to Lucas and you couldn’t help your smile.
The paper fell away and you were left holding a small, square, black book. Your brow furrowed in thought and you turned it over, eyes flicking up to glance at Steve who looked like he was about to pass out. “Open it,” Robin said for him.
Slowly you flipped open the cover and what you saw inside brought immediate tears to your eyes. Fitted in little corner frames were polaroids. Of you. You and Steve. You and the boys. You and Nance and Robin. You floating in the quarry over the summer. Steve drinking a beer by the pool. Eddie and Robin dumping snow on Dustin. Mike and Will asleep on the couch. Max trying to teach Lucas to skate.
Biting in your lower lip you tried to find your voice. “Steve,” came out wobbly, your throat tight as a few tears slipped down your cheek, but the smile on your face told him you were far from sad.
“Told you,” Dustin shoved Steve so hard he almost fell off the arm of the couch and everyone burst into laughter as Nancy quickly enlisted a few people to help make another round of hot cocoa and Robin rounded the rest up by asking all the questions about their new gifts.
You were still sitting on the couch looking through the pictures when you felt the cushion next to you sink, but you knew who it was. “Good? You like it?” his voice was smaller than usual, tentative, but you could hear a tiny smile in there somewhere and you shook your head.
“Are you kidding? This is the best present anyone’s given me…ever,” your voice was still wobbly as you closed the album, setting it carefully next to you before turning fully to face Steve, “I love it.”
He looked at you then like your words were the best present anyone had ever given him and the grin on his face was warm and bright and full like summer and you couldn’t help but grin back. “Yes,” he said, as if he’d just sunk a three-pointer, but then he took your face in his hands, smile softer, eyes all warm honey and caramel in the Christmas lights. “God I love you. Merry Christmas, baby,” and then he kissed you.
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sophrosyneAtrophy [SA] began pestering nefariousCacogen [NC]
SA: i like a girl wtf do i do
NC: and a fine hell(x) t(x) y(x)u t(x)(x)
NC: why w(x)uld y(x)u d(x) that axel
SA: do what
SA: do you mean like a girl
SA: because girls are awesome
SA: i just wish it was not her
SA: i could also just be wrong
NC: y(x)u better h(x)pe f(x)r y(x)ur (x)wn human sanity that y(x)u are wr(x)ng
NC: ab(x)ut the entire female thing
NC: is there a reas(x)n y(x)u came t(x) me f(x)r this
SA: what do i say to a girl i think i want to date
SA: but i don’t know if i want to date her because i think about it and get all weird
SA: because maybe she does not like me in that way and that’s kind of scary
NC: an understandable fear- girls tend t(x) n(x)t like anything f(x)r very l(x)ng and in certain extreme cases may try t(x) kill y(x)u
NC: y(x)u sh(x)uld pr(x)bably first decide if she is w(x)rth the time y(x)u have with her bef(x)re she inevitably eats y(x)ur head in s(x)me primal fashi(x)n
SA: conran i’m confused
SA: did you have a negative experience with women that led you to talk about them in this way
NC: i believe we are talking ab(x)ut y(x)ur issues at the m(x)ment
SA: ok, jesus
SA: i think she is definitely worth my time
SA: she's really nice
NC: if that is the case then y(x)u sh(x)uld be safe- i believe that even if y(x)u are questi(x)ning h(x)w y(x)u feel ab(x)ut the female it w(x)uld be w(x)rth expl(x)ring th(x)se feelings
NC: (x)therwise y(x)u c(x)uld miss (x)ut
NC: th(x)ugh i am n(x)t suggesting hasty acti(x)ns- just let things pr(x)gress naturally
NC: f(x)r human standards -which i kn(x)w extremely little (x)f- y(x)u seem smart i think y(x)u might be (x)verthinking things
SA: ok, thank you
SA: i will give it some more thought
NC: g(x)(x)d idea
NC: als(x) n(x) pr(x)blem i guess
NC: d(x)nt be surprised if my shitty advice d(x)es fuck all f(x)r y(x)u
SA: ok i won't
NC: (x)kay g(x)(x)d
sophrosyneAtrophy [SA] ceased pestering nefariousCacogen [NC]
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