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akiranzee · 11 months

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💧 • ° ` — “I CAN’T SAVE US, MY ATLANTIS”

-> PAIRINGS: Giyuu Tomioka x f!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Lovers’ quarrel. What could they ever regret about it? -> WORD COUNT: 2.5k+ -> CONTAINS: angst, slight swearing, fighting scene (myb?!?), & giyu is 21 while reader is 20. -> A/N: feeling angsty today lol. this oneshot is inspired by the song “Atlantis” by Seafret. u should check it out, it’s a nice song :)). the indented ones are the lyrics of the song btw.

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The birds have left their trees The light pours onto me I can feel you lying there all on your own We got here the hard way

It was winter, and your lover, Giyuu Tomioka has been sent on a mission. You can’t help but want to fix things with him, and bid him a goodbye kiss.

But your stubborn self stopped that from happening. And well, your lover didn’t even bid you a goodbye kiss, he just went off without even looking at you. Guess he is stubborn too.

And then there you are, left all alone in your shared house. It was cruel. You were alone, feeling lonely, and scared that maybe a demon will just barge into your house knowing your demon slayer lover isn’t home now.

You guys have been together for 3 years, and well, you had fights like these, but not like this.

Knowing Giyuu, everytime the both of you had an argument, he’d just stay quiet until you apologized. But knowing your pride, a big one at that, it’d take you a lot of time or days to say it out loud to him. And he’d just be all smiley and accept your forgiveness, then everything will be alright.

Meanwhile with Giyuu, he’s worried about you. Like dead worried.

He wants to tell Oyakata-sama that he’s sick and that he can’t go on the mission, but he knows damn well that’s no excuse. I mean, he is a demon slayer, and while you, you’re just a mere civilian who he happen to lay his eyes on.

But who cares, right? Both of you still love each other and nothing will change that. Not even the fights you both have.

Sure, it was a tough road being each other’s lovers, but for the both of you, it was worth it.

Even though Giyuu’s job was to slay demons, and your job was to plant and pick vegetables and fruits, the both of you still managed your time well and get to enjoy each other in each other’s arms.

But even with those, fights are normal in relationships of course. There are times like these, and there are times that aren’t like this.

All those words that we exchange Is it any wonder things get broke? ‘Cause in my heart and in my head I’ll never take back the things I said

Times like this when the both of you spout useless nonsense at each other to the point where one just wants to end it all.

But the both of you knew damn well that those words hurt each other’s feelings, but you can’t take those words back because the both of you had prides up high.

So high above, I feel it coming down She said, in my heart and in my head Tell me why this has to end Oh, no, oh, no

The relationship you both had to went for hardships because of it is slowly falling down. And neither of you both want to accept that.

But the both of you knew, you knew. You knew loving someone isn’t easy, and obviously letting them go isn’t an easy choice. It never was.

But this just didn’t work out, you know? Introvert and extrovert people could have been a great couple duo. But the both of you? No. It just didn’t. Not for you, not for him.

The fights have been frequent, and you even forget who or what started this fight, and when or how to end it.

That’s why, once he comes back from his mission, you plan to end things with him. You just couldn’t do it anymore. You simply wished for someone to treat you any better than he did, but there was just no ‘someone’ better than him.

But what can you do? Relationships dry out easily if it was in your situation, and you just… had to accept it.

Thinking about the words, the right words to tell him that you want to break up hurts you.

But what hurts you more was the scorching pain in your left hand. It was burning, it was stinging, it was bleeding.

And then you looked to your left, seeing a guy who looked less of a human. It was a demon. And you were screwed.

I can’t save us, my Atlantis, we fall We built this town on shaky ground I can’t save us, my Atlantis, oh, no We built it up to pull it down

You managed to get away from the demon’s grip, and reached for the knife. As you get hold of it, he was no longer in front of you.

He was right behind you now, and you were just thrown on the wall with a full magnificent force that you felt your back break.

Your vision was so blurry, that all you could remember was the demon raising his left fist.

And in that single moment, you couldn’t think of anything, nor do anything. But in that single moment, you wished that you could’ve just let down your pride for once.

You should’ve spent your last moments with Giyuu together, and that you could never end things with him.

You love him too much, that even your last words were ‘I love you’ with the image of Giyuu in your mind, and everything fell black.

Now all the birds have fled The hurt just leaves me scared Losing everything I’ve ever known It’s all become too much

With Giyuu, he finished his mission easily and faster than he thought, so he decided to buy something for you.

In the market, the uneasy feeling never left him. Or so to say, the uneasy feeling just added more weight to his heart. And it wanted him to go home and check on you so bad.

But he wanted to make things right, so he can’t go home empty handed. Not just yet.

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It was already evening, and finally, he managed to buy someting. And it was a hairpin. It was colorful. It came with lavender color, followed by black, then sakura flowers.

It was the perfect gift he could give you. Not only that, but it’d match your favorite lavender-colored kimono decorated with sakura flowers too.

And then he knew, it was time to go home.

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After minutes of walking, he’s now almost near your home. He should be feeling excited and happy that he’s near, that he could finally see you, hug you, and kiss you.

But no. The more steps he took, the more he felt uneasy. Something didn’t feel right. Something didn’t sit right with the atmosphere.

He’s so filled with these thoughts of you, that tears begin to form on the corner of his eyes, breath starting to get shaky, and speed starting to get faster.

Maybe I’m not built for love If I knew that I could reach you, I would go It’s in my heart and in my head You can’t take back the things you said

Shit, if you were with someone else, would they have done a much more better job at protecting you than him? Maybe, just maybe, if you both didn’t crossed paths, would you have been safe right now? Would you have been safe, in someone else’s arms right now?

Damn it, he should’ve went home earlier. He should’ve spotted this hairpin much earlier, and that he would be home by now.

He would be home, and you would feel safe in his arms.

Sure, you told him mean nonsense, meaningless things when you both fought, but he knew damn well you loved him just as much as he loved you.

He loves you so much, that’s why he’s sprinting towards home now. Towards you.

So high above, I feel it coming down She said, in my heart and in my head Tell me why this has to end Oh, no, oh, no

Now that he’s much near home, he can now see the wooden gates of your shared home, he’s feeling more and more anxious.

What would your reaction be? Would you be happy now, or would you still be mad? Or would you not get the chance to react at all?

She told you the meanest things possible, and yet you’re worried sick about her. Oh, how lucky can she ever be?

He entered towards the gates, and towards your door, he called out to you, he called out your name, but no answer.

Trembling feeling was within him, but he fought it and forced himself to take a peek.

And that’s where it all ended.

The tears that once formed on the corner of his eyes, now took control and fell warmly on his cheeks.

He strode towards you, and looked at your helpless, lifeless self.

He held your body in his arms, and regretted everything. Regretted that he ignored the uneasy feeling shouting at him just from the start, regretted that he didn’t come home early, and regretted that he couldn’t save you.

Yes, you guys had fights, that were almost useless, words that you spouted and yelled at each others faces that hurt, but not even for a single moment, did he not love you.

He could never forgive himself. He had lost everyone dear to him, he couldn’t protect everyone he cared for, and he couldn’t save everyone he loved.

And you were the 3rd one.

And that’s why he could never call himself a hashira. Hashiras are supposed to be the strongest, which means they are capable of saving and protecting those in need.

But he was given 3 chances at that, and yet he still failed the same way.

The people he cared for, Tsutako, Sabito, and Y/n died the same way, for the same reason.

Thinking back of it, he couldn’t feel anything other than shame and grief.

Shame because he’s got the title ‘hashira’ when he doesn’t deserve it. If it wasn’t for Tsutako, he wouldn’t have reached where he is now. If it wasn’t for Sabito, he wouldn’t have survived the final selection. And if it wasn’t for Y/n, he wouldn’t have become someone he is now, someone better than the old him.

All the people he failed to save contributed and played a role where anyone rarely can.

If it wasn’t for you, Y/n L/n, he wouldn’t have become Giyu Tomioka, the water pillar.

Yeah, we build it up and we build it up Yeah, we build it up to pull it down And we build it up and we build it up And we build it up to pull it down

During your first meeting, Giyu was just strolling around the market, unsure of what to do, and yet he happened to lay his eyes on something pretty.

It was a gorgeous woman named Y/n L/n, a normal farmer girl, selling fruits to the market.

But to Giyu Tomioka, she was no normal. She was something out of the extraordinary that he felt he was finally blessed by a sight to see.

He stared at you for way too long, and you had to call out to him when you noticed his eyes lingering on you for that long.

He apologized, but you can’t help but giggle at how cute he sounded, much more at how cute he looked, with his face blusing and sweat dropping.

And that’s where it all started, Giyu Tomioka and Y/n L/n’s love story.

At first, Giyu didn’t know what to tell you or how to respond at every conversation you shot up.

He just nodded, blinked, and stared at you, which you honestly found boring. But either way, you were stuck with him, and he was stuck with you. Meaning, you’re both stuck with each other.

During Giyu’s day offs and yours, you’d both hang out somewhere faraway, and peaceful. And your favorite hangout spot? The ocean.

The waves crashing the rocks was a delight to the ear, and the scene where either the sun rays or the moonlights reflect the ocean, causing it to shine along.

Those moments were the once you and him cherished most. And well, of course you guys hit it off.

You were almost way too perfect for each other, that even though you guys are total opposites, you guys didn’t care.

So, for almost 6 months of courtship, you can’t help but say yes, as every single day, he’d bring a bouquet with different flowers displayed.

But of course, there are downs in a relationship. One where the both of you would think and yell nonsense at each other, and dramatically going up to the point where you want to end things.

Fights with him are unclear. You just can’t understand him, but instead misunderstand him. Fights with him aren’t because of jealousy like any others, but instead because of worry.

Worry that one day, Giyu may not return home and that you’ll only hear the day after that he had passed away because of a demon killing him.

But actually, it was the other way around. It was you who ended up passing away because a demon killed you, and it was him that now is filled with guilt and sorrow.

Giyu can’t forgive himself. He now never could. He ought and swore to protect you, but in the end, he failed miserably, for the 3rd time.

I can’t save us, my Atlantis, we fall We built this town on shaky ground I can’t save us, my Atlantis, oh, no We build it up to pull it down

Giyu held you tightly in his arms, looking back to where everything went wrong.

And looking back to where everything started.

He looked back at the moments you both happily shared together, the moments that still brought smiles on your faces. But now, it was the end of all those moments.

It hurt. There was a stinging pain in his heart that he knows will take even longer to heal. Or perhaps, never.

He can already end his life here and now, to be with you once again. Ever since that day, you became his everything. And now without his everything, he’s nothing.

“Please... don’t go...” Giyu spoke in a raspy voice with sobs. He wished you were still alive and heard him, but no. You weren’t.

It’s cruel. He did not even had the chance to bid you goodbye. He did not even had the chance to tell you he’s sorry and that he loves you.

The ups and downs of your relationships were just obstacles that whoever from above sent down. And the both of you passed those obstacles, with only one man standing.

And within those years, months, and days of being together, there was not a single moment where you both never loved each other.

And now, he regrets that he didn’t apologize for his actions, that he let his pride get the best of him, and that he never get to fix things up.

People always have prides, whether low or high. But those prides are sometimes what gets in the way of two people. You may not realize it yet, but your pride may already have hurt a person. Especially the ones you love.

And that’s where it all ended, Giyu Tomioka and Y/n L/n’s love story.

#demon slayer #kny #anime #giyuu x reader #giyuu angst #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x y/n #giyuu x you #tomioka x you #tomioka x reader #tomioka x y/n #kny giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu giyuu #kimetsu tomioka #kny tomioka #demon slayer giyuu #demon slayer tomioka #📂 — ` akira’s works!

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jorenilee · 8 months

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I made a mile long twt thread about okuyasu that I'll just paste here too because I have many thoughts about him <333 anyways heres my messy rambles about this specific line because AUUGH

do u ever think about this one line and how perfectly it encapsulates his entire character and how it fits into diu. Like first Okuyasu is NOT a traditionally kind person, he's no saint, he's quick to violence and anger and frustration, he's close-minded and is very clear about his lack of regard for others.

But coupling that with this line from Keicho (sometimes it's translated as "only when I hit him does he listen to me) and its like damn. Their entire lives have been shaped by violence, the only way they've made ANY progress is through death and hurt.

Keicho's power in the family comes from discipline, violence over his father and violence caused by the arrow. The one thing standing between him and a "normal" life is the literal death of his father. It doesn't matter how many lives he ruins in the process, all that matters is getting that second chance. His life has been on an uncontrollable downward spiral, but with the arrow and his own family at his heel, he has power. He can make decisions. He can unshackle himself from the past 10 years and finally start his life.

And of course Okuyasu would absorb all this, because Keicho was all he had, and his own father always responded to that violence. And if you follow the interpretation that the brothers gained their stands from the arrow, that's another instance of them gaining power through suffering. Becoming "better".

And it's so interesting that keicho treats his father and Okuyasu as deadweights "holding him back" when in reality, it was Keicho that was sinking down into tar, refusing to get out because a happier life could be just on the other side.

Okuyasu wanted to save his father the moment that possibility was established, but Keicho held onto the arrow, his sinking fate, his suffering, until the very end. He believed he crossed his moral event horizon and he was destined on this set path. No matter how much power he could scrounge for himself, death ruled his entire life, whether that of his father or the lives of the arrow's victims.

And all this makes Okuyasu's relationships with Josuke and Koichi so much better because. Okuyasu did NOT care for their safety. He was, at least on the surface, on board with Koichi or even Josuke dying. Maybe not all that passionate, but he's seen death, probably participated in it, and believes that it's the Number 1 Nijimura Way. So then Josuke healing him is completely antithetical to his entire damn life.

He was ready to die, ready to "learn his lesson", ready to be discarded because he failed, just like how all those people died to the arrow because they failed to handle a stand. But Josuke's very lukewarm "i jus dont want ppl dying??" belief is so groundbreaking because death was so necessary for any and all progress.

Okuyasu's own stand is inherently destructive and erases things permanently. Maybe a deep-seated desire to actually make lasting impacts on his surroundings erupting as a power beyond death. To cause total oblivion. I know we all love to think that Keicho didn't want to force Okuyasu to kill his own father, but Keicho wanted a normal death. Because at least a normal death can happen to a normal family. And completely erasing someone's atoms isn't a mortal death.

Then here comes Josuke's healing schtick which WORKS, and Josuke is fully prepared to sacrifice an arm and leg just to save Koichi. In like 15 minutes, one guy completely overwrote the past 15 years of Okuyasus life. He helps Josuke heal koichi (extra layer of fucked because all those arrow victims never HAD to die), gets called a great guy, and starts his character arc of. Making decisions in the absence of violence. Choosing to heal and rebuild instead of destroying and moving onto the next victim. Of continuing the cycle of beating life lessons into people's heads.

And Koichi, dude he choked out with a gate, becomes his close friend too. Koichi who gets repeatedly harassed thru diu but still has it in him to forgive and befriend others. He's far from naive, gets fed up with shit, but he's another opposite to Okuyasu. His stand evolves through pain, maybe, but it's from a desire to protect himself or others. There's a chance Koichi was never supposed to survive, but he did (part 4's theme about fate is a different story oooboy) and his active ability to see the best in people compliments Josuke's more aloof demeanor and Okuyasu's short temper. Koichi is like. The embodiment of growth in that way.

and ik its eoh dialogue but this interaction was always neat to me because of how it highlighted Okuyasu's disinterest in improvement, at least when it comes to character. For him, as long as someone "gets" the lesson at a surface level or is good enough at it, there's no reason to dive deeper. To fully wrap your head around it and Feel it. Its the same utility-first philosophy Keicho held, the same idea that all that matters is the end goal, not the means or the people along the way. + how Okuyasu still bickered and talked back to Keicho, but understood well enough that Keicho was the one in control.

"bare minimum" is how okuyasu lived his entire life; his house, how keicho treated him, his response to Josuke and Koichi's kindness, his entire relationship with his father.

He desperately wants, yeah, but its for more material things. Money and power, things either robbed from him or held over his head. And YEAH he's supposed to be hypocritical here, but like. Why does he lose his morals and sense ESPECIALLY when those two things are involved. Why does he "regress" in character growth back to tunnel-visioned violence and discipline about them.

And rahhhhhh is it lackluster writing or is it interesting that Okuyasu's pretty stagnant for the entirety of diu. It's like he's passively absorbing things about befriending former enemies through kindness, inspiring loyalty through passion not pain.

He calls Mikitaka weird and dismisses him (remnants of Keicho's utility stuff?), gets ghost tricked, acts like a big brother a few times. But it's when he meets Keicho face-to-face that it all crashes down around him. The same way Nijimura father had shackled him, Keicho had also been weighing on Okuyasu.

Its like. Keichos death made Okuyasu rebound onto Josuke and get consumed by vengeance against Otoishi, and Okuyasu didn't know how to properly grieve Shigechi either. His entire life, when someone died, violence was the answer. Hide the body, kill the father, don't ever think about what you've done.

But its Keicho, the one that spearheaded the power-and-suffering-over-all thing, who steps in and requests that Okuyasu thinks it over. The Keicho that said he stopped regarding oku as his brother, was willing to kill him to prove a point, who quite possibly shot the arrow at him. Who taught him that only violence yields the answer. Self-inflicted or not.

He says to just think about it. And Okuyasu thinks long enough for Josuke and Hayato to lose their damn minds and for him to actually understand it, fully wrap his mind around it. The fact that he has a "second" life, the life Keicho pursued for so long and died for. And he has it because of the love and compassion from his friends, how they see past the failures and transgressions of others.

How they just dont want people to die. And Okuyasu doesnt have to either. He doesnt have to stay sinking for his brother, doesnt have to lose everything for a mistake, doesnt have to destroy to make a difference. and so he chooses to live. Really, fully live. For himself.

And he comes back, now able to recognize and separate himself from Keicho's teachings. THERES A REASON STRAY HAS BEEN MY PFP FOR FOREVER BECAUSE Okuyasu comes back and saves Stray. The little creature that literally EXPLODED him.

And it means so much that it wasn't a "this creature is good and I will rescue it" moment, because Okuyasu was never a saviour hero-type. He didn't even mean to "save" the cat. He just removed Stray from Kira's grasp, and THEN realized oh I think it's just a little guy. Alright cool I guess the fucker stays with me.

He's growing his own way, beginning his new life by first and foremost helping others. He brings stray home BEFORE it takes a liking to his father. It's just. The first independent, weighted decision he makes is giving a stressed, unfortunate cat a second chance at life. It was struck by an arrow, revived due to forces outside it's comprehension, and was fuelled by instincts to lash out and attack. And because it was destructive and able to follow orders, it was weaponized. Before finally being removed from the situation and calmed down. Sound familiar?

And now Okuyasu has a semblance of a domestic family. The Nijimura family is all about growth from death and it's so interesting. Nijimura father becoming cruelest after his wife's death, him mutating after DIO's death, Keicho believing his life begins after his father's death, Okuyasu's life actually beginning after Keicho's demise, Stray being reborn as a plant (symbol of growth), and Okuyasu reviving too (also due to Keicho's death).

+ shit about nijimura father unable to die and Okuyasu constantly being pulled from death by Josuke ADDING MORE FUNNY LAYERS TO LOOK AT + the name nijimura literally meaning rainbow village. Both the physical irl place and the idea that rainbows = rebirth and hope and new beginnings + stray being reincarnated under one + Okuyasu reviving after the rain passed. Death doesn't rule them, but is also inescapable??? Idk anyways

ALL THIS IS WHAT I MEAN BY okuyasu is a flawed character surrounded by violence and bad decisions, he's not a pure soul and does fucked shit and is NOT a 2014 tumblr era cinnamon roll PLEASE. He can be an ass and it makes the hopeful buds of his new life that more beautiful cuz like. Morioh is the best place for him to settle and grow, reteach himself everything because it's a community of equally if not more dubious weirdos.

Oku's far far from perfect, he's still got a lot of anger and shortsightedness but he's with people that love him, willing to help him when he makes mistakes, doesn't hold him back. His relationships with Josuke and Koichi and others aren't like. Super poetic or cosmic or "I will find you in every universe"esque and it suits him. He's just a teen guy who went thru everything and missed out on everything. He's suffered, caused suffering, but he's leaving that cycle.

Judging by the book (semi-canon), it's going as messy as expected, but he loves his friends so so much. He's still putting himself in harm's way and being reckless and an asshole, but he has something more to fight for. And he cares a lot. Is willing to go beyond for it, maybe even improve. And that's enough for him (in the best way).

Idk how to end the thread anyways he's my son my baby perfect angel also he sucks bad BUT HE'S PERFECT ‼️‼️ this is how I feel about him every given day it just depends on the celestial alignment of the planets and stars

#jjba #jjba diu #my silly words #ty to the diu discord server i was in #i was rereading nijimura discussions and 3thousand words erupted from my soul just now #I FEEL VERY NORMAL ABOUT OKUYASU #okuyasu #okuyasu nijimura #diu #long #stray cat #keicho nijimura #oh yeah how do we feel about their military motifs akin to a soldier marching to their death #unable to change paths because a higher power seems to force them #to die for a “greater good”#also okus other arc hes gonna hafta go thru of realizing. mm maybe he shouldnt meat shield so much #yknow go and get hurt first and trusting josuke to patch him up #4TH ANOTHER DAY BOOK READERS YKNOW WHAT I MEAN

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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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dabi, toga, kirishima, tamaki, and shinsou x reader

got a request for a reader who sends the characters a text that their parents are fighting and asking to come over! mostly fluff, maybe a little sad in some parts but nothing too angsty

eijirou kirishima:

•as soon as he gets the text he's telling his moms and they all start getting ready to host you last minute (his moms make you hot chocolate🥺)

•will sit outside with you while you smoke even if he doesn't

•burrito wraps you in a blanket and plays your comfort show/movie while hand feeding you snacks

•speaking of snacks. since you're staying over at his house he is making the most of it and will make you bake with him. (he's so bad at it. you have to save whatever treat you're making but he's trying his best)

•tells you you can always come to his house, even without warning. he might even give u a key

tamaki amajiki:

•will let you bum a couple cigarettes off him. i def think he's also a smoker

•he probably has his own apartment or something and will let you stay with him as long as you need

•he starts cooking for you as soon as he gets the text (it's his love language) so expect some comfort food

•let's you borrow his clothes to stay in if you want them

•will make you do a spa day with him, he puts face masks on the both of you, he runs you both a bath, he washes your hair, he does your nails. definitely the type to love pampering his s/o

hitoshi shinsou:

•also probably has his own place, let's you crash there as long as you need

•another smoker. probably has a pack specifically for you lmao. if anyone can relate to your situation it's probably him.

•will make you help him build a fort. what's more comforting than being surrounded by pillows and blankets? also perfect spot for you two to nap

•he probably has cats so expect him to drop them on your lap. they're great cuddlers

•you fall asleep half in his lap with his arms around you while he games

himiko toga:

•lives with the league so you can literally stay as long as you want they don't care

•she may or may not have stolen a pack of cigarettes of jin for you to have when you got there. who knows honestly

•also definitely one who can relate to your situation so expect to get tackled into a hug as soon as she sees you

•another one who likes to pamper their s/o, she'll want to paint your nails, do your hair, dress you up, everything. even if you're not into that, it's worth going along with just for her smiles

•has matching pajama sets for you both and you Have to wear them.

dabi/touya todoroki:

•lives with the league too obvi, you don't have to worry about if you can come over or not

•also very much can relate to your situation. guy probably starts chainsmoking himself as soon as he gets the text, stressed that you're going through something similar

•will offer you the pack he's running through when you get there

•probably isn't amazing at offering comfort, but he will pull you into a hug that lasts probably a little too long but neither of you are complaining

•makes you help him cook a meal but he rules the kitchen with an iron fist so you get kicked out. you get banished to the couch

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fuck-customers · 6 months

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My Petty on-going war with a "guest"

My Petty on-going war with a guest/non-paying customer continues! So a while back I posted part one of the story, here's the link. https://www.tumblr.com/fuck-customers/696750060212535297/would-it-be-too-petty?source=share If you don't feel like clicking, here's a quick summary. I asked you all if it would be too Petty if I locked up a product a rude non-paying guest comes in to scan into an app. Woman treats all staff like garbage and her visits count against us when our transactions versus guests who walk in is calculated potentially affecting our hourly budget. A number of times we've been concerned about her stealing, especially when staff is helping a customer towards the back of the store. We'll just hear the door open, no acknowledgement of our greeting, product shuffling around, and boom shes out the door before anyone and approach her.

The response to part one was unanimous, be Petty! and let me tell you friends, I locked that shit up and I felt amazing when this woman came in for the very first time and didn't know what to do. I heard her tapping on the lock box but since she refused speaking to staff she was left in a bind (I caught her by surprise outside the door once at opening, she can speak and theres no language barrier). I watched her wander around the store for a minute before exiting. Meanwhile the guests I was ringing up got great service and save lots of money.

Weeks later she showed up again, she figured out that she was able to scan the barcode on the price tags and get what she wanted that way. Ok. The thing is I am not one to be outdone and I was winning this Petty War. I have a fine tip pen and drafting tools at home so I filled in those price tags very subtly. I guess I decided I wanted to waste her time, I know it would have been much simpler to just blatantly black out the barcodes with a sharpie in an obvious a f-u move. We don't scan the barcodes for any store operation reasons so no harm there.

Unfortunately the very first time she came in after I had done this I was in the restroom so I had to get the story secondhand from a trainee who describe this guest as "aggressively ignoring her." The woman spent a couple of minutes trying to scan the barcodes, she even had two phones on hand! but had no luck. Shocker. After a couple of months I took the items out of the lock box, satisfied that I had won the war in pettiness. That was months ago.

But then this past weekend guess who came in? Her daughter and I had a great conversation while mom aggressively ignored me. It was fine! I debated telling her flat out that next time she came in those items were going to be locked up again but I decided against it, let her waste her time if she has so much that she's driving around from business to business scanning product in and never buying anything (also women's holding a phone I don't want to get recorded).

Before the end of the day I locked them up again. And I waited, hoping that she would come in when I was working & I wasn't disappointed! But I was at the very back end of the store when she did arrive. So I saw her doing a "are you kidding me gesture?" with her arms when she saw that it was locked up again. She spent a couple minutes trying to scan the bar codes and I thought she had no luck... but then she comes in the very next day so this time I watch her closely. There was one bar code I may not have tampered with enough, or maybe she thought maybe things would go back to normal right away. Anyhow, I say fuck it, I grabbed my white out stick run it through every barcode, I white out the UPC number and strategically placed some white out through the items name so that can't be scanned. Until next time lady! Please know the bar is so low all you had to do was not be rude and I wouldn't have given a shit!!!

#submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #fuck retail

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"Is shipping exclusively wlw couples as a cishet man fetishization? Is reblogging art of wlw couples that is, perhaps, on the spicier side fetishization? Is reading smutfic of wlw couples fetishization? At what point of being a cishet man who enjoys wlw content are you enjoying the content *too much*. At what point does it becomes a problem."

Literally just yes. At all of these points it's fetishization. If you have a targeted interest for a group you are not a part of you are fetishizing them. If it was just a normal interest in romance media you'd consume and enjoy any of it, regardless of it being wlw, mlm, straight, whatever. And I don't think I have to explain why a man consuming lesbian porn is fetishization, if you can't understand that you're beyond saving. The "point" where it becomes fetishization is when you're actively seeking that content because it's wlw, again, a man can very much enjoy wlw stuff but if it's *because* it's wlw then you're fetishizing. It's not about enjoying it "too much", it's about why you're enjoying it. And that applies to any other group, be it gay men, disabled people, people of color, other cultures etc. Learn to see other people as human rather than be morbidly interested in what specifically makes them different from you. And obviously since I know some ppl will answer with "oh but that's stupid I'm a lesbian and I love wlw content am I fetishizing", no, because you are one, you're just enjoying representation. People all understand that abt fujoshis and why they're gross, it's not rocket science. Probably wasted my time typing that but yeah idk, just my thoughts take it as you will 🤷‍♀️ or block me whichever u prefer

I think my issue with this line of thinking is that sapphic relationships are meaninfully different from cishet relationships in ways that may be appealing to cishet men, and specifically in ways that go beyond just "girl on girl = hot"

Like idk maybe I'm not the best example b/c I ended up actually being a lesbian but when I still ID'd as a cishet guy my reasoning for why I liked wlw content so much was that:

Straight romance media is generally targeted at cishet women and is told from their perspective, so if you're a dude who isn't attracted to other dudes, it's way less likely that this content would pique your interest

A lot of content written by and about cishet men does not have a healthy view of women and this can be alienating for cishet men who actually took the time to unlearn misogynistic attitudes and treat women as people

So sapphic content provides a source of content a) from the perspective of someone attracted to women where b) women are treated as people.

Does this make sense?

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epictacobird · 2 years

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Random “what if MC” scenarios bc my mind can’t stop coming up with them

MC’s gender isn’t mentioned, sometimes I switch between referring to the reader as MC and “you” and I’m too lazy to proofread and change it so it’s consistent soooooo

this is mostly platonic but go ahead and imagine what you want I ain’t judging ;) unless it’s Ortho don’t be weird >:(

Btw if you want to expand on any of these yourself please do it. Just tell me so I can read it I desperately need content for some of these lmao

What if MC was their voice actor?

So there’s some scenarios/fanfics with MC coming from a world where TWST is a game; but no one considers what if MC was their voice actor. I just think it’d be the funniest thing ever if MC popped in with the exact tone of voice of Leona or Malleus.

Imagine the pranks and imitations too. Like Ruggie is laughing his ass off at you making fun of Leona while Leona is just 🤨 tf are you doing

Or you go viral for your perfect Vil impression and Cater is just riding on your fame for “discovering you” he’s very grateful

I’d also imagine some bamboozling, tomfoolery if you will, if you were Trey or Riddle’s va. Like lmao put Riddle in an early grave while you pretend to be Trey please it’s so fucking funny

The chaos tho with Floyd if you were his va- or even better- Azul’s. Endless torture for the octopus boi. Same with Jamil and Kalim. Kalim is having the time of his life while Jamil is about to commit murder.

What if MC didn’t understand their language

So I just think it’d be interesting if MC didn’t speak the same language as NRC. Like Crowley is trying to explain everything and MC is just 🧍‍♂️

Everyone is trying their best to understand you and you’re taking lessons with Trein so at least you could speak basic phrases and read. You’re trying you’re best here.

And as you get closer to everyone I’d imagine people like Azul, Jade and Rook would be interested in learning your language out of curiosity. Does everyone in your world speak this language? How do you say ____? Any phrases that can’t be translated?

I’d also imagine Ortho to be eager to learn everything about you too! Being a highly advanced robot he’s sure to pick up your language easily. Its comforting to be able to talk to someone in your native language.

Ace would 100% ask how to say fuck

What if MC was a warrior?

I’ve seen a couple of these but I’m adding this anyway bc I love it.

Imagine a strong MC, covered in scars, hardened from battle, and can’t for the life of them pass a test in Crewel’s class. Forget about Trein’s too, MC just about gave up. (At least Vargas loves u)

Deuce thought you used to be a delinquent like him once he saw your scars; but left in awe at your stories. Also: workout sessions with Jack and Epel anyone? Epel is eager to learn from you.

Training with Sebek and Silver occasionally too. Even though Sebek initially doubted you he admires tolerates your human presence.

Treat Vil like your Queen and he’ll swoon hard

Idia will pass out btw if you ever pick him up when he asks if you saved any princesses like in his games/anime

What if MC was a famous singer?

Yeah yeah another somewhat common one stfu

I can imagine MC being almost excited when they realize they can relive the experience from starting out a newbie. Like you already know all your songs, the tips and tricks to preforming, and what a crowd loves.

When a mysterious singer pops out of nowhere and immediately becomes a hit you know Vil and Neige are already on the move investigating. Who’s the new competition taking over Magicam by the storm?

Ace and Dunce probably caught you playing (you bribed Grim with tuna to stay quiet earlier) and exposed you later on accident.

Depending on the music you preform you probably have some fans in the school. Maybe you’ll preform live for the first time at VDC in the hopes of securing a future career if you can’t get home (or if you don’t want to)

Imagine catching Jack or riddle listening to your music tho and being a hardcore fan

What if MC was a painter?

A lot of hard feelings came from being ripped from your world and being placed into a new one… and what better way to express that than painting?

Whether it be portraits or landscapes, when you found free/cheap supplies at Sam’s and the dorm Ramshackle became covered with your paintings. And once you got around to selling them you found you didn’t have to worry so much about food expenses.

Imagine painting Malleus though, like hello beautiful mysterious fae man that appears in the night and you’re not immediately picking up a brush to paint him???

Lilia is gushing, Malleus is blushing, and Sebek is rushing to either praise you or end you for painting his beloved crown prince of Briar Valley, his excellency, the magnificent and powerful-

Btw Azul is trying to put you in a sketchy work contract to paint in the lounge for some publicity be careful lmao

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77 & 93 for Shrek wolfstar

In Vino Veritas & Makeovers

amazing combo and thank u for indulging me in my shrek wolfstar phase!! <3

Okay so they're obviously both ogres, both beautifully green and they are loving their swamp life as a married ogre couple. They've had a long, exhausting day babysitting baby dradonkey Harry, he kept flying away from them and they're EXHAUSTED so they deserve a little treat and both drink a glass of green wine (it's like red wine but bc they're ogres the wine has to be green too, sorry I don't make the rules). Well, one glass turns into one bottle... each. And then the secrets come spilling out... Sirius tells Remus about his crush on James when he was younger ("I knew.. of course I knew padfoot, you were so obvious"), Remus tells Sirius he sometimes wishes he were a crab instead of an ogre. Sirius goes all quiet for a moment and then he just disappears into the bathroom. Remus wants to kick himself, the wine has made him be too honest, and he has told Sirius his deepest, darkest secret, something he usually never talks about... he loves the swamp but a part of his soul secretly yearns for the sea, he's so sure he must've been a crab in a past life. He only wishes it was this one... but then he wouldn't have his happy swamp life with Sirius, and as much as he would love to be a crab, he wants to be with Sirius even more, and now he's worried he's said too much and scared Sirius off. Remus reluctantly gets up from the couch to go talk to Sirius and see if he can still save his marriage... He finds Sirius still in the bathroom, manically going through his makeup bag - so many different shades of green foundation, green lipstick, blue eyeliner (not everything has to be green...! - until he finally pulls out a little red tube and says "AHA!!! I knew I still had this!" Remus is so confused, until Sirius explains to him that he still had some Halloween makeup from when Harry dressed up as a Tomato and needed red face paint for that, so Sirius figured even if Remus may never be able to be a crab, he could give him a little crab-makeover to make him feel better? Red face paint, red nails, maybe even order a crab costume and some pincers...

fanfiction trope mash-up ask game

#uhmm yeah sorrynotsorry to anyone who read through this ahaha #softlaunching crabmus in a shrek wolfstar post i guess <3 #thank u for this ask karfy and sorry for what i turned it into hahah #ask game #k tag

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pandamoniumvibes-27 · 1 year

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Rainy Day

Back to Masterlist

Characters: Mona Ningguang Yae Miko

A/N: okay so I haven’t done a Genshin post in a bit but I took a break blinked and all the sudden I’m behind on all the Sumeru lore. I’m trying to do it right now but until then I can’t do anything really lore related. But it’s raining outside so I hope you like some rainy day writing!

A/N: Okay I wrote these a couple months ago and originally this was suppose to have an extra character but I couldn’t figure out what to write for them. I hope you like it!!!!!!

~~🌧️~~

Mona’s mood was already soured. Why out of all days did it have to rain today?!

She had planned to go to the Adventures Guild for some extra mora so she could eat something other than salad

Not that she didn’t love salad!

No, salad is amazing, and it saves her mora.

She could go all day having only salad!

She knows from experience…

But with the rain being non stop she came home soaked!

Not to mention her scryglass was hazy from the rain. She couldn’t even scry the stars.

Archons she could go for some soup right now.

Eating soup underneath a blanket, reading her favorite astrology books.

Instead she was cold and had only salad to eat- wait what was that smell?

Mona’s house for whatever reason was filled with the most delightful aroma and it was warmer than normal.

Almost as if someone has been cooking…

“Who’s there?! Come out and a face the wrath of the great Astrologist Mona Mag-“

“Hi Mona!”

“egi- Y/N what are you doing here!?”

“Im making soup.”

“How did you even get in?!”

“You have a spare key under the welcome mat remember? Anyways, I saw you doing commissions earlier, and thought I’ll surprise you with soup! No one likes eating cold salad on a cold day!”

Mona couldn’t help but smile. It was almost as if you had scry the stars yourself and red her destiny.

Mona however quickly gained composure.

“Well I suppose I can also use this time to finally get you to understand the difference between Astrology and Astronomy. Each time you get it wrong I’ll hit you with one of my books on the head.”

“Hey aren’t your books kinda big and all hard cover?”

“ They have a lot of knowledge. But don’t worry I won’t use my favorites they are to import to use on you.”

“ Sweet Barbatos save me!”

~~🌧️~~

The weather never really affected Ningguang’s job.

However it could serve as an annoyance.

Cargo and intel that was being shipped to Liyue Habor could be delayed.

Meetings would have to be rescheduled if they were taking place outside.

But this by far bothered her the most. Today she was supposed to have a meeting with Y/N for a picnic.

A small break from her busy schedule to spend time with the one she loves most.

She had picked out a spot away from the harbor.

Placed far from Hilichurls and slimes so they could relax in nature with each other as their company.

All plans ruined by rain.

You still manage to visit her though.

“You know Liyue Harbor is still quite beautiful even when it rains.”

“Y/N. I suppose our date will have to be rescheduled for today…”

“We could, or we can go ahead and take a walk, just the two of us. Maybe buy ourselves a nice meal~ bring it back to Jade chamber. I’ll gladly cancel my schedule if it meant u can spend more time with you.”

Ningguang chuckled to herself.

“While that’s a lovely idea we both know it’s impractical. However, I am a little bit less busy from the rain today. Would you be free for dinner?”

Y/N nod smiling.

“I’ll pay tonight!”

“No, I have more than enough mora I’ll pay.”

“No! You always do this let me treat you!”

“I have more than enough mora for the both of us, I should naturally pay for the expenses.”

“No it’s my treat!”

The only problem now was how she was gonna convince Y/N to let her pay for the bill.

~~🌧️~~

Miko had no qualms with rain. Rain was a natural part of life and nothing to get upset over.

That didn’t mean she preferred it.

Inazuma was currently facing quite the storm. Thankfully not one created by The Shogun but still a nuisance nonetheless.

Miko, along with many other shop owners had to close their shops due to the rain.

To make the day more banal the shrine was also not busy today from the weather.

Miko must admit she was a little surprised to see Y/N still came to visit her.

But Y/N didn’t need to know about that.

“Y/N, you still came all this way to visit me~ What a special day this is~”

“I’m surprised you haven’t decided to mess with one of the Shrine Maidens yet. Feeling merciful today Miko?”

Miko chuckled.

“Well that’s for you to find out~”

Miko was not in the mood to tease today surprisingly enough. Today she wanted to relax indoors and enjoy the sound of the rain on her windows.

Perhaps she could do just that.

“Are you busy?”

“No, why do you ask.”

“I need a beta-reader for some of the new books, would you mind?”

Y/N look at Miko confused but then answered.

“You know I love a good book.”

“Follow me then.”

Miko went to her private courtiers where you to took a seat in one of the two reading nooks.

“You always take that chair, what do you like it so much?”

“It’s comfy. I don’t have any new books for me to read, I hated all the new books given to me yesterday.”

“I knew it! I finished reading the latest books yesterday!”

“It seems I’ve been caught red handed~ Would you like to read a book on the shelf?”

“I’m in the middle of reading The Miraculous Adventures of the Traveler you have it?”

“I have all my best selling novels, it should be on the second shelf with the white spine. What chapter are you on?”

“I don’t know the chapter, but they just arrived in Liyue and a tour guide is helping them prepare a send off for Rex Lapis. What are you reading?”

“That book is such a good read, I’m rereading Pretty Please Kitsune Guuji?”

Miko always chuckled after saying the title.

“You just made that book to mess with The Raiden Shogun, Im sure of it.”

“I would never~”

The two made small talk as the rain made noise for a tranquil atmosphere.

Good books, good company, good atmosphere, how perfect of a day this has become.

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Masterlist

#genshin impact #yae miko #yae miko x reader #ningguang x reader #ningguang #mona megistus #mona x reader

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itsyagurlchip · 23 days

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٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Hell ofa Ride٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺ warnings: crack(!) I'm mean full on (!) moxxie's pov(!) cussing(!) like some real vulgar things(!) singing(!) reader is aro/ace coded if u squint(!) Moxie being a theater kid(!) guns(!) blood(!) y/n is being used (😱)(!) gore(!) I probably gotta go to church after this-(!)

✰⋆⁺Maybe I just want to loose my mind, or possibly vent. Arentcha tired of bein nice? dontcha just wanna go apeshit?

✰⋆⁺ You may have been afraid before, but you aren't anymore. LETS FUCK SHIT UP!!! I wonder what caused you to snap? Better yet, how do we put you back together? hell if I know 🤷🏾‍♀️.

On the news Katie Killjoy announced:

"Welcome back to the news!!"

"Yes- and here we are! My name is-" Tom suddenly got pushed out of his seat.

"No one gives a shit you pussyfart!!" Katie lashed out, with her arm stretched out to Tom's direction.

"On this cockblocked day we have the weakest shit you can find! Nothing more than a shooting at Straight Pride Square!!" (I wonder who the hell named that) "Take a look!" she said, as the camera zoomed in on reader and Blitzø shooting up a candy store, stealing a many treats as they could.

The camera zoomed even more on (Y/N)'s face to show how hard they were laughing. The TV turned off.

"Oh dear! What's going on with them? They're usually so kept together- and, you know, peaceful! dare I say shy!" Millie had walked in the room, bringing a cup to her lips as her brows furrowed in concern.

"Id blame the boss" Moxxie says, "I'll be back honey" He sighed as he stood up and walked to the door.

"Love you Mox! Don't die ❤️" Millie cheered!

"actually do it fatty" Loona demanded.

And he was off! into Imp city he goes! Adventurous as he was, Moxxie did have to admit he was feeling some fear,

'but not onto the brink of cowardice!', Moxxie recited in his head. His finger erected (hehe) into the air as he thought to himself,

"I gotta keep moving!" The thought of finding his shy friend filled him with determination. Moxxie marched on forward, head up and feet dodging and sidestepping nasty liquids!

The walk was getting a bit boring- so why not sing a little improv?

I save dick by giving it cpr~

let's watch-

HOLY SHIT! A car zoomed past him at Max speed! phew! that was close...-!

*POW POW POW*

Dear Satan? is that-!?

*more gun sounds*

Unholy cow, it is!!!

"(Y/N)???!?!"

The demon was on a shooting spree, gunning left and right everywhere they could.

"Oh, hey Pussy 😁👋" They replied back, swinging the machine gun around. Moxxie brought his hands up immediately.

"T-thats n-not my-" *GUH GUH GUH GUH (please pretend these are gunshots) * "-name.." The imp cowered out.

"Don't give a fuck🙄. Anyways- look at what Blitzø taught me 🤪" (Y/N) said as they brought the bazooka to the sky, spinning in a circle as she kills off atleast 30 flying creatures.

"um- (Y/N)? w-we should probablygobacktotheofficebeforesomethingbad-"

*BOW BOW BOW*

The new gun they had sent powerful sounds, as well as blows, to anyone in a mile radius. Their hair flew back as the impact from the gun expelled as much air as the reader pleased.

"Uhhhh- yea, imma go-"

"OH NO YOU DOING YOU MAN WHORE! COME AND GET SOME ACTION!!!" Blitzø suddenly arrived, throwing a few shotguns at the poor man. *BANG BANG BANG*

"YEA 🤩 GET IN ON THIS ACTION 😝😝(PAUSE)" The reader added on, getting a double homicide as a couple died by their will.

"yo ass fat gurl! lemme get a piece" someone in the background, who definitely doesn't matter, slid unattractively. Man, where did he come from?.

It didn't really matter, they were gonna die anyway. You then mumbled to yourself in irritation, noticing you missed a shot to that cannibalistic grandma you hate.

"Damn hag...Also- to whoever said that, your mom's a hoe 😌" They said, instantly piercing a bullet into the exact person who said that. His body fell from a roof with a splat, with some of the blood landing on Mox's face.

so that's where he was hiding. huh.

"YEAH, THATS THE SPIRIT (Y/N)!!!" Blitzo yelled as he strategically headshot 10 people in a row. He threw a few more bags of ammo at you, to which you caught, as he cackled and crankled at the chaos surrounding this part of the city.

"so, why are we killing people? I mean- we weren't payed for it, so-" *POW* Moxie just barely missed the opportunity to duck as a thick bullet slightly grazed his striped horns.

"SAY SOMETHING ELSE MOX POX 😡😡I DARE YOU 🥸🫵 SAY ANOTHER WORD AND YOU GONNA SEE A NEW LIGHT, AND YO WIFE IS GONNA SEE A NEW SPOUSE 😏😼😼" You shouted, pointing your weapon at him and thrusting your hips at the air.

"But I thought you were-!?" A gun from the background aggressively clicks. "I- ok..." Moxie fearfully replied, getting the dirty work done before he lost the love of his life as well as his own.

bullets pierced the air, as well as bodies, into the red sky, and onto the deep red ground. no one was safe from the reader's wrath. which is ironic because they're in the pride ring.

A few hours later, the 2 imps and the demon finally started their treck on home. that is if you can count shaking in a petrified way while being carried by your boss as walking.

Moxie started to theorize on why you had such a change in behavior, especially one like this! Did you have stinkmeaner's essence within you? were you perhaps a relative of the hateful spirit??? Have you unlocked something truly destructive to this hell???

And somehow you figured out how to speak with emojis? What the hell!!? That's a theory for another day.

Because that's just a theory. He couldn't prove anything even if he wanted to- Heck, Lucifer himself wouldn't even believe his words!

Man, it was a helluva ride. A ride Moxie never wanted to go on again.

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و tags: @kittykittyanon @radicallxser @oleander-nin @towomatos @thealphagirl @ziipzeepzop-eez @amorvincitomnia-14 @spongejuice.if you would like to be added, check my blog.

#yagurlchip❤️#yagurl writes #aro/ace reader #crack #reader insert #moxxie #blitzo #helluva boss #hellaverse #not really an x reader #wanna experiment a lil #very much crack #aren't you tired of being nice?#don't you just want to go apeshit #*cries in reader has minecraft creative mode*

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livingindabisribcage · 1 month

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2p!Canada Relationship HC

Another one of the lomls. I use Matt as his name

arguably one of the best boyfriends on the planet

yes, he's awkward. yes, he has anger issues. but he still treats you amazing

you met a few days after you moved to the city, and after a couple awkward first interactions he became your first friend there

you did hear about the rumors of the 'strange man in the woods' but you quickly realized matt, while he can come off as very grumpy and mean, more so has a bad case of rbf than anything else

he'll fight people quickly, but not for no reason. and you haven't given him a reason

all Matt really does in his spare time besides patrolling the woods is listen to music, do little sketches, and do lots of woodwork. he doesn't call himself an artist, but he's really good at what he does

I mean, he literally built his own cabin from scratch

after getting with you, he made his cabin a bit prettier and expanded it so that you'd have your own personal space in there. originally, it was very much only for the purpose of living in. only basic rooms that he needed, nothing aesthetically pleasing, just straight to the point

then you come along and he wants to impress you but also make you feel comfortable in his home, because once you're together he takes it very seriously and this is essentially your home too

Matt hasn't been with many people, he's been with a good handful over his hundreds of years, but that's about it. and most of the time he did it out of being lonely, and he hated feeling like that, so he stopped trying a while ago

so you're his first serious relationship in *a while*, and one that he genuinely enjoys being in

practically anything you want to do he'll try and help you do it. be it going somewhere, trying something new, he's finding the right tools or saving money to help you do it

he can be kind of stern with some things when it comes to your safety. you're not allowed to walk around the woods without him, end of story. he doesn't want you touching his wood working tools in case you hurt yourself. anything potentially dangerous he wants to be able to keep an eye on you

ik people generally think of 2ps as like evil and bloodthirsty but that's boring sometimes, so I like to think that Matt has no issues killing someone if they deserve it, and he has definitely killed tons of poachers throughout his life, but he tries to hide all that from you

it's not like he's out hunting people, just if they come into his area, he'll keep an eye on them to see if they do something dumb. and for these periods of time he'll send u back home with some excuse

he also wouldn't tell you he's a country until way into your relationship

he doesn't want things to get messed up because of it, he doesn't want to seem crazy also, but once he's positive that you wouldn't leave him just for that then he'll tell you

it does make him worry about the fact that you'll inevitably age, and he's tempted to ask Oliver if he can find some sort of magic to keep you with him forever, but he won't ask that of you. if you brought it up, maybe, but he would never dare to, it's not his right to mess with your mortality

he's not a very good cook, but he's very good at prepping meat. he's had to hunt to 'survive' before, he's eaten multiple different kinds of animals, so he knows how to handle meat. he just can't promise anything will taste great

he eats really healthy though, so you'll probably be eating healthy as well most of the time

Kuma (I like to think of Matt's Kuma as a wolf) loves you. that alone was a sign that Matt could trust you at least a little, cause Kuma hates everyone

Matt doesn't like you being around his family, but he does brag about you a lot. Especially to Francois, even though he doesn't get along with him, he wants to prove he has a good life

He doesn't want Allen around you though, at least not at first. Allen's a fuckboy, and he doesn't usually care if someone's taken or not if he's just looking to have some fun, so your interactions with him are limited

But Allen does like to hang out with Matt when he can, and Matt does love his brother so he doesn't object usually, so over time you kinda become friends with Allen too

Matt isn't necessarily shy, but he's awkward and doesn't want to upset you by overstepping your boundaries. so he'll be careful about what physical affection he gives you

he'll either wait for you to ask him to do something, or maybe initiate a conversation about what exactly you want from him, and he'll do his best to follow through

when he's comfortable, he can actually be a bit perverted. never in public, but when you're home alone he loves to grab at anything squishy on you

the only negative aspect to Matt is that he is angry and he has a habit of hiding away when he's upset. so he doesn't communicate any of his negative feelings at all. this includes if you're bothering him in some way, because it's just easier for him to be angry alone than deal with it so he might take it out on you in other ways by being extra pissy or snappy

but through some coercion from you, he'll work on it. slowly, but he will

#2pcanada #2p!canada #matt williams #2pcanada x reader #2pcanada headcanons #2pcanada imagine

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abey-baby-apologist · 10 months

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clone high final episode spoilers below! (9 n 10)

holy fuck im so happy. even though im super annoyed how they keep throwing a bunch of really good ideas for relationships and plot in the trash- im just so happy with what we got.

OK FIRST EPISODE 9??? THE ANIMATION WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND I HAD TO PAUSE BECAUSE WHEN WESLEY WAS FLAILING IN THE SEA, IT WAS DAMN smooth and pleasant to watch, as morbid as it sounds lol. that whole scene with the comic-esque vibe was so so pleasing.

and that whole episode was super like, sad but funny. i literally stood up and yelled when Mr. B was getting near the edge. like i probably woke up every single one of my neighbors in like.. a 50 mile radius it was that bad im so fucking annoying about this show.

BUT THEN SCUDS SAVED HIM AND I WAS SO HAPPY, LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY AN OLD COUPLE, AND LITERALLY THEY’RE FATHERS TO THEIR CLONE KIDS AND THEYRE ALL SUCH A BIG HAPPY FAMILY AND AUGHHHH im gonna draw family stuff with them so bad. I WISH THESE EPISODES CAME OUT BEFORE FATHERS DAY IT WOULD’VE BEEN PERFECT.

ok, episode 10 i have to take a deep breath with. i am VERY happy. and idk if it was because the bar was so low, or if it was because i was so anxious i was vomiting everywhere because i needed content so bad, but i am overjoyed.

THE ABETOPH CONTENT WE GOT WAS SO GOOD. WE HAVE LIKE... 3 NEW CUTE PHOTOS OF THEM HANGING OUT, AND LIKE A BUNCH OF MOMENTS OF ABE CARRYING TOPHER ON HIS BACK. was it because he was being tophers lackey? fine, sure, whatever. BUT AFTER THAT WHEN JFK BROKE TOPHERS PHONE IT WAS OVER (im upset it wasnt developed on further because people who didnt watch it in real time like us will surely be fine. so fuck you.)

Also, ABE AND JFKS FREINDSHIP HOLUYDBIUJEWNFJKNF oh my god not to be autistic but i was stimming so fucking hard WHEN THEY HUGGED, I WAS LIKE YES FINALLY. FINALLLLLYYY!!! theyre my sweet boys and THAT WHOLE FRIEND GROUP HAS ME IN TEARS. LIKE abe and Confucius are already bros, as we see them playing in the school yard, and JFK and Confucius are already bros from the sleepover episode, but NOW JFK AND ABE ARE BROS. FUCK. YEAH. oh and tophers there too. i like how they treat topher tbh. like hes just there until he says something out of pocket and they’re just like stfu.

but with the girls friend group.. oof. i honestly loved them so much, especially with cleo, but NOW ITS FUCKED. and its not even joans fault tbh. like when i was watching the scene where frida dropped joan i was like “damn” but then, JOAN MENTIONS HOW SHE HELPED EVERYONE BEFORE AND I WAS LIKE “DAYYYYYYUUMMMM UR RIGHT” so now im conflicted. But again like??? bruh i would choose cleo too tbh lmao.

Also, i’m glad clone college isn’t real. because jfk mentions about taking shelly to .. biology? which i think is a only 1st year class. and in the original clone high everyone is like “omg u hit puberty over summer” Which i feel is typically something thats potrayed in media AFTER middle school. but i could be wrong so, idk. just really glad they didn’t do the clone college bc i hate change. also theyre 16 lmao. OR MAYBE THEY WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT... in the future when highschools done?? IDK. IDC.

anyway. im scared for joans friend group and i fucking love joan, and i am in love with abe, toph, jfk, and Confucius’s little bromances and augh. im so happy. and THE CLIFF HANGER WASN’T TERRIBLE ALSO, IN MY OPNINON.

im just glad joanabe wasn’t endgame. i mean, i would be pretty happy because im a sucker for childhood friends to lovers but also NOOOOOO joan deserves better. so. yeah 10/10

if you read this far, holy crap, im proud of you, and ily

that is my review on the finale so i’ll be making so much content now that im not on the brink of collapsing everytime i think of clone high. like trust me im gonna try and stretch out this fixation for as long as i can. though im probably gonna draw a surplus of abe and jfk art bc they were my fav in 2020

#i fucking love you clone high #clone high finale #clone high episode 9 #clone high episode 10 #long post

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marsuni · 6 months

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lets say u get some store bought or deli pickles u really like, as a treat. maybe you bought a nicer brand, maybe splurged a little, or maybe they're from an artisan you can't always see/or from some kinda farmers market. listen. Save the brine. get yourself some regular cucumbers (I like the minis bc they stay crisp longer and I can split them between snack/salad/pickle) and leave them in the brine in the fridge, and give it a shake every day for 3-4 days (more if they're larger/ you don't cut them) and bam, you now have more cold pickles that'll last you a solid week or two and you saved a couple bucks !

#money saving #pickles #cucumbers #recipes #idk if that REALLY applies here but i just wanna spread the word

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Hello. I recently saw you Creator's Beloved series and I have to say it is nice to see someone making something of the idea. I like the idea quite a bit and have a couple of takes on something similar myself that i will now share with you to spread the brainrpts and plot bunnies.

From the Creator and the reader being soulmates with the reader rejecting them as a result of the acolytes not believing a mortal of another world could be destined to be with their god or goddess and ruining their relationship only to end up then running around trying to fix it because their god is a heartbroken mess, while the reader pressures the broken god to just send them back home to those they love.

To the creator being in love with them but the reader already being married to characters from another game *cough Azur Lane cough* that wind up tagging along with them to teyvat and either trying to join in or just support them from the side while the acolytes try and get them together.

Also there is reader from Arknights who uses the Creator's love to coerce them into helping them find a cure for oriopathy so their people can be happy.

Maybe reader who treats a soul bond with the creator or their marriage as nothing but a political marriage, devoid of love and passion in order to benefit their people who have been pulled to teyvat from a post apocalypse world, like Frostpunk for example.

Then there is the idea if the nation's putting the Creator's Beloved through tests to determine if they are worthy of their love...only for the reader to not know about these tests being trials and just think the people are assholes and decide to either just throw away the bond they share with the creator and live a quiet life with the hilibros or reveal themselves to be a former monstrously powerful fighter who just wanted some peace and quiet but is now on the path of killing everyone and leaving the cities red before the creator interferes and resurrects everyone...only to have their love reject them and demand to be returned home or be left alone.

And my most recent brainrot of this idea with the reader already being happily married to the big bad of another universe who is a doting and over protective lover, think something like Sauron or the Lich King, maybe genderbent versions of them, and them bot being happy at this upstart for taking their beloved from them. Time to teach them their place, beneath their boot.

So what do you think of them, I have a couple more but I figure this is enough of a read for now lol.

I really like most of the ideas, and originally I was gonna go with the 'soulnate type au' as u first stated but then that wouldn't be possible because how will the other archons also be obsessed with reader? I mean, unless it is possible for 1 person to have 70 soulmates. If I use this idea I would have to limit the love interest.

I was also thinking of making the reader the creator's child and for the love interests to gain his approval to have u. but that just doesn't sit right with me so that idea discarded.

the other idea u stated of reader thinking of their relationship with the creator as a political alliance because people from our world ( where an apocalypse is going on ) have been ise-kaied teyvat ) and to save our people reader gets with the creator. I personally don't think I will be using this idea, tho it is a great one and I will prob make some scenarios on it ( which don't occur in the official series )

I really like the idea of reader going full rampage and killing everyone in teyvat while creator runs behind then and keeps reviving the people LMFAOO.

I think I will mostly be going with the soulmate au with limited love interests, rest will be or maybe some other idea where it can be a harem.

#tina's cursed palace

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kayte-overmoon · 1 year

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"Mine for the Holidays" Chapter 3

CW: past drug abuse, overdose, child neglect, dark themes.

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The news of Steve’s apparent relationship spreads through his family like wildfire.

Or crabs.

It is exactly two hours and seven minutes after his phone call with Nancy that his phone is blowing up with messages from his family group chat. He’s still at work, but every glance at his phone shows a new message directed at him.

Apparently, Nancy told Jonathan, who told Will, who then told Mike, who has never kept a secret in his life.

Mike: Did u guys know Steve’s bringing his boyfriend 4 Xmas?

Dustin: WHAT

Max: Cool.

Dustin: STEVE.

Dustin: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US

Max: Lucas, you owe me $20

Dustin: STEVE!!

Lucas: Damnit Steve. Had my money on you adopting another dog before you start dating someone.

Dustin: STEVE DON’T IGNORE ME

El: Aw, congrats Steeb

Steve finally mutes his notifications so he can focus on not getting mauled by a hoard of angry kittens.

He’s yet to bring himself to tell Robin about the predicament he’s found himself in and Eddie’s clandestine solution. He knows she’s going to give him shit for the rest of his life. He wants to enjoy his last few hours of dignity.

Luckily, he has work to distract him.

He learned a trick from one of his coworkers that he employs against the cats: every time he moves a group to a temporary crate so he can clean out their cubbies, he stuffs cat treats in the pockets of the obnoxious green vest he wears. The cats are too busy sniffing him and trying to climb inside his shirt to bother with scratching him.

When he leaves, he only has a couple scratches on his biceps and collarbones where his vest and the thick gloves he used didn’t protect him.

Eddie is coming over for dinner at Steve’s apartment to discuss the finer details of their arrangement.

What do you cook for the guy who makes the most decadent, outlandish pastries for a living? Steve should probably order something or get takeout to avoid embarrassing himself. But then, Eddie volunteered to save him from lifelong embarrassment, so maybe he deserves a home-cooked meal, lackluster though it may be.

But then, Eddie said he had nowhere else to go anyway. Steve frowns as he remembers Eddie calling himself an orphan and begging (albeit jokingly) Steve to take pity on him and give him the Little Orphan Annie experience. He knows the older man’s parents aren’t in the picture anymore. Their friendship has gotten close enough in the last year to have the “So your parents suck too, right?” talk, even if neither of them really went into detail. If Eddie’s uncle going fishing means he's going to spend Christmas alone if he doesn’t go home with Steve, then there’s bound to be some truth to his “orphan” comment.

Who’s Steve to judge? He may as well be an orphan. Not that he wishes he was. That might be pushing it too far. But sometimes he thinks it would be easier if his parents were dead. The truth is harder to stomach: that Steve is essentially dead to them.

“Christ, Harrington,” he mutters to himself while he lets himself inside his apartment. “Lighten up.”

Scout helps with that. He greets Steve as enthusiastically as he does every time he comes home, jumping up to give his owner the sloppiest kisses he’s ever received (well, excluding Holly Bowen in the sixth grade… but she doesn’t count).

He looks down into his dog’s light blue eyes and has a brief, intense wave of gratefulness for him. Without him and Robin by his side the past couple years, he would have been a complete mess.

The kids did their best to support him from a distance. Will came out when he was still in high school, and Max came out as pansexual through their group text sometime after she started college, so it wasn’t like queer people were an anomaly in their family. Hopper and Joyce welcomed him with open arms. They were the family he didn’t share DNA with, and they were all better off for it.

But there was something extra special about the people who gave you life completely ignoring your existence.

It probably wasn’t just the coming out as bi thing that tipped them off. Steve had never been the son his parents wanted, even when he was popular and athletic and made decent grades. His father, in particular, was never happy with anything Steve did. Once he became an adult, it became clear he would never meet their impossible expectations, even if he finished law school, joined his dad’s firm, married Nancy, and gave them 2.5 grandkids and a white picket fence.

So, he decided to stop trying.

Looking at Scout, and his small but comfortable home, and his job, and his friends, Steve realizes there wasn’t any other choice to make. This is the only place he’s ever wanted to be.

He’s happy.

He never thought, in a million years, that he would have that.

Steve shakes his head at Scout, scratching the dog’s chin until he squints happily. “Your dad’s getting old and sentimental, Scooter.”

Scout makes no comment to that, but it’s no matter.

Steve has a phone call to make.

“Oh, Steve! Hi, how are ya, hon?”

Steve smiles at the chipper greeting. “Hi, Mama J.”

Joyce laughs on the other end of the call. “I was wondering when I would hear from you. I was about to start writing you out of my will if you didn’t call me and tell me about this new guy in your life.” Guilt swirls in Steve’s gut, but before he can spiral too far, she goes on. “I’m kidding, of course, hon. Still a little miffed I had to find out from Will that you’re bringing someone, but that’s mostly because I already bought new place settings for everyone.”

He laughs softly, glad his honorary mom isn’t the type to hold a grudge. “Yeah, sorry about that. The plans kind of changed last minute, so I didn’t know he would be coming with me until pretty recently.”

Understatement of the decade.

“So, who is he?” Joyce prods, not unkindly. “Is he anyone we know?”

“No, no,” Steve says. “He’s a city guy. He runs the bakery I go to every day. Remember the cookies I sent for your birthday? Those were from him.”

“Oh! Those were amazing! You snatched him up because of that?”

With a chuckle, Steve says, “No, not quite. We became friends since I started going there pretty much every day, and it just kind of… happened.”

Joyce makes a soft coo he remembers being accompanied by a pinch to one of her sons’ cheeks when they did something sweet or made her proud. It made Steve’s heart ache. He suddenly misses her terribly. What he wouldn’t do for a Joyce hug right now. “Oh, hon. That’s great. What’s his name? What’s he like?”

“His name is Eddie,” he says. His voice catches on the name, but he powers through with a lighthearted snicker. “And everything else you’ll just have to figure out when we get there.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “I guess I’ll order another place setting.”

“It’s not a problem, is it?” He’s suddenly concerned he’s inconveniencing her with his foot-in-mouth syndrome. “I kind of asked him to come without letting you know. Will there be room? Do you have time? We’ll be there in a week, so I don’t want to be a bother if—”

Joyce doesn’t let him finish. “Steve, you are never a bother.” He clenches his fist at his side, but something in his chest unlocks at her stern words. “You could move into my house full-time without notice and I would be overjoyed. I couldn’t be happier for you. You bring that boy home, or I will drive up there and get you both, you hear me?”

Steve laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

When Eddie arrives—in the same flannel and black jeans he wore to work, but now with his hair down and a smear of pink icing on his sleeve—Steve’s house smells like garlic and rosemary.

“You’re cooking?” Eddie’s eyebrows disappear under his fringe, impressed. He leans against the counter, making himself at home while he watches Steve cook. “I didn’t know you could.”

Steve waves his spoon and takes a half bow. “I’m a man of many talents, Munson. You’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg. And besides—” He sniffs delicately, going back to stirring the pot on the stove. “I stole the recipe from Pioneer Woman, so don’t expect anything extravagant.”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “We all start somewhere, right?”

“I told my mom about you, by the way,” Steve says, not sure how else to broach the subject. “I called her a little while ago.”

“How’d that go?”

“Fine!” Steve’s voice goes thin, squeaky in the way he never quite grew out of after puberty, and he clears his throat quickly. “It went great. She’s not upset I’m bringing a plus-one. I got the whole ‘I’ll always accept you’ spiel. She’s happy for me, blah, blah, blah.”

“One of her kids is gay, right? The one with the—" He makes a vague gesture around his head, and Steve catches where he’s going with a laugh.

“Yeah, the bowl cut. That retired a couple years ago, luckily. But yeah, Will’s gay. And Max, one of my bonus sisters, is pan, so like, the whole family is cool with queers.”

Eddie snorts. “Good to know we won’t be hate crimed for our fake romance.”

Steve swallows thickly, trying to laugh and failing spectacularly.

Luckily, Eddie doesn’t seem to care. “So, what are we telling them?”

“Grab a bowl. I think this is ready.”

“That’s all we’re telling them?”

Steve rolls his eyes and turns off the burner, giving his soup one last stir. “Smartass. No.”

They collect their bowls and take a set at Steve’s little breakfast bar, watching Scout go to town on the rubber bone Eddie brought as their soup cools.

“You know that saying about how the best lies are rooted in the truth?”

Eddie nods.

“Well, I figure it’ll be easier for us, and more convincing to everyone else, if we stick to the facts as much as we can.”

“Okay…” Eddie blows on a spoonful of soup. “So, what? We met at my bakery on a rainy Thursday morning, and you ordered a doughnut to-go while dripping all over my floor, and I thought ‘Yeah, him. He’s the one.’?”

Steve blushes into his soup. He hadn’t realized Eddie remembers that, too. “Something like that, yeah,” he says. “I think the details like that will help us keep up the lie, you know?”

“When did we start dating?” Eddie asks. “Who asked who out? Where did we go on our first date?”

He’s put thought into this already, so he provides his answers without hesitation. “Valentine’s Day. You asked me out because it’s creepy to hit on service workers while they’re at work. And we went to the diner on Park Ave.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, looking mildly impressed. “Isn’t that where we had lunch for the first time?”

“Um… yeah.” Steve stirs his soup intently. “You know, keeping as true to real life as possible.”

“Okay…” Eddie purses his lips, thinking. “And we’re not living together yet because…”

“My lease isn’t up until March.”

“Do I buy you flowers?”

“No, I’m allergic. But you do bring me leftovers from the bakery.”

“Are we still in the honeymoon phase or are we more like an old married couple.”

“Old married couple. We prefer watching bad reality TV with my dog to going to the movies or fancy restaurants. We’re both too poor for that.”

Eddie laughs. “Okay, rude.”

“But true.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and leans forward. “Alright, last question.”

Steve looks up at him, prepared for whatever he asks—

“Who tops?”

—except that.

Steve chokes on his spoonful of soup, nearly drowning in chicken broth. Eddie (the bastard) whacks him between the shoulder blades, laughing his ass off while Steve tries to get a chunk of carrot out of his windpipe.

“Dude!” he chokes out when he finally regains his breath. Eddie is still cackling like a madman, his face red. “You can’t just ask that!”

“What?” Eddie doesn’t sound sorry in the least. “Aren’t your siblings, like, 19? They’re bound to ask, right?”

“They’re 21,” Steve corrects. Not that it matters. “And they won’t ask that.”

Eddie leans into his space, looking at him through his lashes. “But if they do?”

With as much dignity as he can muster, Steve wipes his mouth with the napkin he didn’t notice Eddie press into his hand. “We switch,” he says, like he’s making it up on the spot, even though he’s thought about it more than once, loathe as he is to admit it. Listen, he’s a hot-blooded American Bisexual™️ and Eddie is a handsome emo nerd with nice hands. It was bound to come up (ha) at some point. “But you prefer to top, so…”

Steve is resolutely not looking at Eddie, so he can’t tell what his reaction is beyond a soft, “Huh.” A few moments pass in silence before Eddie clears his throat. “Well, I guess you have thought everything through.”

Steve chuckles lowly, his voice rough from his near-death experience with the carrot. Just that, nothing else. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Eddie clears his throat again, then proceeds haltingly. “Are you sure you want to do this, Steve? I kind of pushed it on you.”

“No, no! I want to.” Steve swallows and faces his companion again. “I want to do this. I can’t—I don’t think I can face Nancy without a date after spitting that out like that.”

A line forms between Eddie’s eyebrows. “I didn’t pressure you into it or anything?”

Steve frowns and turns in his chair. His knees bump Eddie’s thigh. The older man looks down at the point of contact—and if Steve didn’t know better, he would say he’s pouting. “Eddie,” he says softly. “You’re literally saving me from the most awkward week of my life and then a lifetime of regaining what fragile dignity I have left. You haven’t pressured me into anything. If anything, I feel like the one pushing you to do something you don’t want to. If I’d just kept my mouth shut—no, if Robin had just kept her mouth shut…”

Eddie snorts, finally raising his head again. “You’re sure?”

“Really? We just started fake dating, like, five hours ago, and you’re already ready to fake break up with me?” Steve clutches his chest, blubbering, “If you want to fake end things, Eddie, you’ll have to fake tell me to my fake face! I can’t fake take it anymore!”

“Say fake one more time.”

“Fake.”

Eddie grins, toothy and endearing as ever. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“Seriously, man.” Steve pats the older man’s thigh then turns back to his soup. “It’ll be nice having you there, anyway. It can get a little stifling, being one of the only real adults there. The kids are great. Really, they are. But they don’t understand what it’s like to be… out here, you know?”

Eddie nods, a faraway look in his eyes that’s gone as soon as it arrives. “And it’s not putting your parents out or anything?”

“Not even a little,” Steve says. “Mama J is always happy to have more full seats at her table. Her older son Jonathan will be staying with Nancy and her family, so I think the only people staying in the house will be us, Will, El, Joyce, and Hopper. And probably Max, honestly. Her bio family kind of sucks, too.”

The older man frowns again. “Hopper’s the scary dad, right?”

Steve snorts. “Maybe at first. He softened up a whole lot when he adopted El and got with Joyce. He’ll probably try to do the ‘hurt my son and I can kill you and get away with it’ thing, but it’s all fluff. He just does it for show.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Wasn’t he a cop or something?”

“Still is,” Steve says, and Eddie suddenly sits up straighter. “But he’s mostly doing desk work now. He pretends he hates it, but he gets paid to sit down, drink coffee, and let people call him a hero, so it’s kind of his ideal gig.”

“So he’s a… cool cop?”

Something in Eddie’s voice gives Steve pause. He takes a closer look at the man beside him. He’s a bit paler than he was a moment before, and he’s bouncing his knee hard enough to make his stool rattle. Oh.

“Oh,” Steve says. “Yeah, no, Hop’s great. He’s real supportive of me and Will and Max. He’s never given any indication of being, you know.”

“No, I mean.” Eddie’s spoon clatters in his bowl as he sets it aside. Scout and Steve both jolt at the sudden loud noise, looking to Eddie as he wrings his hands together. “Okay, so, there’s something I’ve never told you about myself.”

“You’re scaring me, Eds.”

“It’s not… that bad.” At Steve’s raised brows, he backpedals, “Okay, so. Maybe a little bad? I’m not an ex-con or anything. There aren’t any wanted posters with a bad drawing of my face on them or anything.”

Steve tilts his head. “Then what’s the problem?”

“I kind of… have a record.”

“Like… the criminal kind?” Steve’s voice is small when he says it.

Eddie snorts and sits back on his stool, soup forgotten. “Yeah, a criminal one. It’s all from when I was a kid, though. I’ve never been tried as an adult. I got straight before I turned 18.”

Not completely straight, though, apparently, Steve thinks wryly, then immediately scolds himself. Not the time, Harrington.

“My parents are dead,” Eddie goes on, not even trying to soften the segue. “Well, I think they are. Dad definitely is. My uncle found him in this beat-up old camper in the woods with the needle still in his arm. I was twelve.”

“Jesus,” Steve whispers.

Eddie nods slowly. “Yeah. Mom, I’m not sure about. She left when I was a kid, before Dad got really bad. He never hit me, or her. But you don’t have to throw punches to hurt the people you love.” He spreads his hands out in front of himself, staring into his palms like the words are written there in ink only he can see. “My uncle took me in, raised me the best he could. He’s a good guy, but luck’s never been on his side. He was a logger for years before he got in an accident on the job that cost him a couple toes.” Steve gasps, but Eddie waves him off, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “He’s fine. Hurt his pride more than anything. After that, he didn’t find work as easily. Especially after my dad died. Word travels fast in small towns. Nobody really wanted anything to do with us.

“I picked up enough from dear old Dad to get me in trouble,” he goes on. “Started dealing out of my backpack in the seventh grade, had my first juvie stint before I got to high school. Got held back a couple times. Kids already treated me weird because of my family, and I only made it worse for myself, so I leaned into the whole ‘burnout outcast loner’ thing. It worked for business, though. I always had customers.”

Steve frowns. “They would make fun of you then still buy shit off you?”

Eddie only shrugs. “That’s just the kind of people they were. It’s the kind of person I was.”

It’s the kind of person I was, too, Steve realizes. Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away.

“I shaped up, though,” Eddie says. “Got clean, spent my weeknights doing homework and my weekends doing community service. Took some culinary classes at the local technical center, et viola.” He grins and gestures at himself, with noticeably less flair than usual.

“What made you get clean?” Steve asks, then immediately shakes his head. “Never mind. Sorry. You don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, I want to.” Eddie takes a deep breath, looking anywhere but at Steve. “Believe it or not, there was a girl.”

Steve’s mouth goes dry. “A girl?”

“Yeah, but not in the way you’re thinking.” Eddie cocks his head, squinting. A wry smile twists his lips. “At least, it never got there. I don’t know. She was a cheerleader, top of her class, golden child. But she was real sweet. Too sweet, in my opinion. She did whatever people asked of her. I think it messed her up pretty bad.” He pauses for a long moment then clears his throat. “She came to me for a while. For weed to start, then coke, party drugs, whatever I would give her. She’d smile at me and laugh at my jokes, and I never thought to cut her off before it went too far.” Eddie grimaces, something behind his eyes that Steve has never seen from him: pain, self-hatred, anger. It doesn’t look right on him. “It went too far, obviously. She came over to my place after school one day and just… never left.”

Steve waits in the ensuing silence, but Eddie doesn’t have any more to say.

But he doesn’t have to say anything else.

It’s written all over his face.

“Eddie.” Steve reaches for one of his hands, which he’s still staring into. Eddie lets him, watching wordlessly as Steve takes his hand between both of his. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right? Drugs are tricky. You couldn’t have known.”

“I know.” Eddie sniffs and clears his throat, and Steve’s heart jolts when he sees the shine in his friend’s eyes. “I know. I’m… getting over it. It’s been nearly a decade and I’m still getting over it. It’ll probably always be with me, though. I’ve been trying my best to make up for everything bad I did. To make up for Chrissy.” He says her name with a reverence Steve can’t even begin to understand.

“Thanks for telling me.” Steve squeezes his hand, giving him a reassuring smile before dropping his hand. “So that’s why you’re nervous to meet my dad?”

Eddie nods slowly, staring at his hands again—just the one Steve was holding. “I’ve always been jumpy around lawmen.”

Steve snorts. “Okay, first of all, he’s the police chief of Hawkins, Indiana, not the sheriff out West.” That finally earns him a giggle from Eddie. It’s soft, and still tinged with vulnerability, but it’s enough to make him relax. “And he’s not going to care. He probably won’t ever find out. I don’t think he runs background checks on the people we date.”

“I don’t try to keep it hidden,” the older man says. “I’m not ashamed of it anymore. I’ve been in line since it happened, and I’ve served my time. It just doesn’t tend to come up in regular conversation, you know?”

Steve, who after he’s said it now realizes Hopper probably does run background checks on people his kids date, nods. “It probably won’t even be a thing. I mean, after January first, you never have to see these people again, right?”

Eddie raises his eyes to meet Steve’s. “We’re breaking up on New Year’s Day?”

Steve blinks at him for a moment. He’d assumed that would be the case, but… “Why? Do you think we shouldn’t? I don’t see the point in drawing it out too long.”

“Won’t it be suspicious if we break up immediately, though? Like, they hear we’re dating a week before we go, then break up the day we leave? Doesn’t that sound fishy?”

Steve purses his lips. “I guess you’re right,” he concedes. “What do you suggest we do, then? I was just planning on catching you texting some other guy at the New Year’s Eve party and storming out.”

“No,” Eddie chuckles. “That might be a bit much. What if you tell them sometime before Valentine’s Day? That gives us nearly a year of fake dating before we call it quits. Does that seem like a reasonable long-term fake relationship to you?”

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on.” The baker leans forward and props his head up on one of his fists. “You don’t want to take me on a couple extra fake dates before you break my heart?”

“Oh, please.” Steve blushes. “We both know you’d be the one to leave me.”

The older man raises an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“B-because!” Steve stutters, gesturing at his partner. “You’re so… you.”

“And you’re so you,” he counters. “You’re a heartbreaker, Steve Harrington. Haven’t you figured that out by now?”

“People keep telling me,” he grumbles, thinking of Robin telling him there had to be people lined up around the block dying for a chance to date him.

Eddie reaches out and pokes Steve in the cheek. “We’ve got to work on that confidence if we’re going to convince these people you’re my man.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve leans in toward him. “Why’s that?”

In a mirror of their lunch, the older man leans toward him, meeting his eye with only a few inches between them. “Because I treat my men the way they deserve to be treated. You’d be walking on air if you were mine.”

Steve gapes, any words he might’ve said catching in his throat. His face has gone from charmingly pink to full-on scarlet. He can’t bring himself to pull away, or God forbid, lean in—

Eddie leans back, cackling. “Oh god,” he wheezes, reaching up to wipe tears from his eyes. “You should see your face!”

“You’re such a—” However that sentence ends, Steve doesn’t end it. Instead, he shoves Eddie, grumbling. “Get out of my house!”

The baker just throws his head back and laughs hard enough for Scout to come check out the action.

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