#AHHH I’M SO FUCKING HAPPY I FOUND IT AGAIN

[lattedusks-mochadawns]

BACK IN EDDSWORLD PHASE -

I FINALLY RECOVERED MY TOMEDD SHIP ART I MADE WHEN I WAS IN GRADE 7 (12 yrs old)

Back when I was Milo Mornings.

The quality fucking sucks but AHHH I’M ACTUALLY SO HAPPY. Because (story time) when just got back in my Eddsworld phase almost a week from now, I remembered I made this when I first got into Eddsworld 3 yrs ago, although I never posted it (I recall trying to post it on tumblr, but when deleting it quickly in fear I’d get hate).

So I had it on my old iPad for a good while, then over the years I got a new iPad and gave my old iPad to my brother. Procreate on that old iPad is long gone and even if I did redownload it, it would delete my stuff (I don’t think I backed up my stuff). I recently tried to find it on my old iPad as I know I’d already deleted it a while back from my phone. But today I remembered on my instagram account, I used to text myself photos of my own art, other gacha life stuff and other official arts and fan arts for fandoms. I looked and after a bit of scrolling, I FINALLY FOUND IT. Quality is shit because texting images through Insta ruins the quality. But this is the best quality I can get so far. And honestly, I’m actually quite proud of 12 yr old me’s art, it’s actually a lot better than my other work that same year.

When I get the chance to, I wanna redraw this for 2024 and maybe add some more TomEdd moments.

[witchywithwhiskey]

Hi Molly<3

How about captain Syverson and

“be still” - “i can’t” - “yes you can, do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t?”

morning cuddling with the love of your life

pairing: boyfriend!captain syverson x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, morning sex, fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, pet names (bunny), morning cuddles, established relationship taken to the next couple levels 👀

word count: 1,800ish

a/n: ahhh thank you so much for sending in this prompt—and for requesting my second favorite captain!! this one is just pure smut with a very fluffy ending, i hope y'all enjoy!! ♡♡

The sunny spring morning began, as all your mornings had since you’d started dating Captain Syverson, with some sleepy cuddling. You’d only been dating a few months, and he hadn’t moved in yet, but Sy always seemed to end up in your bed—even the nights he worked late—and you enjoyed him being there. You loved falling asleep in his arms and waking up to his warm comfort too much to say anything about it.

That morning, the sun was shining through your bedroom windows and casting a yellow glow over everything. But it was chilly beyond your blankets, the spring day not having yet been warmed by the sun, and you were happy to stay in bed. You were still half-asleep when your fingers started searching for Sy’s broad, warm body, pulling yourself closer once you found him, humming happily when he wrapped his thick, beefy arms around you. 

You sighed contentedly with your face buried in his chest, your body settling into his comforting embrace as you breathed in the woodsy, familiar scent of his skin. The hair dusting across his burly chest tickled your cheeks pleasantly and you shifted closer, hitching your bare thigh over his hip. Because you wore only one of Sy’s t-shirts, your uncovered core pressed to the soft cotton of Sy’s boxers, and you felt his bulge twitch against your warmth.

A little shiver raced down your spine, but you were still too sleepy to do anything about the length hardening between your thighs. Besides, Sy didn’t seem inclined to take things further yet either, as he rumbled a deep snore.

The both of you dozed for a little while, until a deep, reverberating groan in Sy’s chest roused you again. It was only then that you discovered your hips were rocking gently against your boyfriend’s cock, stirring up a heat that crashed through your body as soon as you became aware. A soft gasp left your lips, and Sy groaned louder, knowing you were awake.

“Ya gotta stop, or ‘m not gonna be able to let ya sleep anymore, bunny,” Sy rumbled, his voice far too warm with sleepy pleasure to sound the least bit warning. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his beard tickling your skin, and you smiled into his chest, enjoying the heat curling deliciously through your body.

Stretching up, you reached blindly for Sy’s mouth, your eyes still closed and, after some fumbling, managed to kiss your boyfriend good morning. His arms squeezed you tightly as you kissed lazily, knowing you had all the time in the world to spend the morning in bed together.

“Maybe I’m done sleeping, daddy,” you murmured against his mouth when you broke the kiss. You rolled your body more purposefully, grinding your naked pussy against the bulge in Sy’s boxers and delighted in his grunt of pleasure. “Maybe I wanna feel you stuff that big cock of yours deep in my needy pussy.” 

Sy rumbled a chastising sound. “Christ, the mouth ya got on ya, bunny,” he muttered. Still, he slid his big hand down between your bodies, cupping your pussy possessively and thrusting two fingers inside to test your readiness. You were wet and slick for him, and he dragged a moan from your lips while he fucked you. His tone managed some menace as he growled, “Maybe I should shove my cock into that filthy mouth of yours and show you what dirty girls get for rilin’ up their daddies.” 

“Nooo, please,” you begged, pouting up at him and fluttering your lashes in the way that had Sy’s cock twitching against your thigh, his precum leaking onto your soft skin. “I’m already so wet for you, daddy, would you really deny me when my tight little hole is dripping and begging for you?” 

With a tortured groan, Sy rolled you onto your back, his hips settling between your thighs and pushing you open wide with his broad body. Pulling his fingers from your pussy, he slipped them into your mouth, and you eagerly sucked your own arousal from his skin. 

“Good girl,” he rumbled, the hint of a smile curving his mouth. 

While you were busy cleaning his fingers, Sy shoved his boxers down and lined up his cock with your entrance. He smacked your messy folds with the heavy head of his cock, watching as your eyes went heavy lidded and you moaned around his fingers. He removed them from your mouth and grinned when you let out a desperate whine. 

“Daddy, please,” you begged on a gasp, writhing beneath your boyfriend’s broad form.

Thankfully, Sy wasn’t interested in any more teasing and he pushed into your needy, aching hole. Your back arched up off the bed and you let out a sharp cry, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight cunt. No matter how many times he fucked you, it always felt like Sy was pressing the air from your lungs and rearranging your insides to make room to accomodate his fat cock.

“Feel so fucking good, bunny,” Sy groaned when he was buried inside you, his balls pressing against your ass. For a long moment, he stayed there, his eyes closing like he was savoring the tight warmth of your body. “Christ, I could live in your cunt—ya feel like you were made for me.”

He was so big and hard and hot inside you that you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming, your knees climbing his sides so he could push even deeper into your cunt. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and you moaned loudly, your inner walls gripping his hard length like your body wanted to suck him even deeper. You were practically folded in half beneath the beefy body of your boyfriend, but it wasn’t enough, you needed him to move, to fuck you—to empty his balls into you and fill you up with his seed.

“Be still.” The words were little more than an unintelligible growl from your Sy’s mouth. 

You whimpered, your hips rocking up against him, fucking yourself on his cock ever so slightly. Even if you wanted to stop, you didn’t think it was possible—not when you needed him so badly. “I can’t.” 

“Yes you can, do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t?” Sy’s hand gripped your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he warned, his face grim with barely leashed desire. “I’m gonna flood your unprotected pussy with my come and I’m gonna knock you up—is that what you want?”

Even if you’d wanted to lie and tell him it wasn’t at all what you wanted, your body answered Sy’s question for you, your cunt squeezing his cock even harder, like you were wordlessly begging him to put a baby in your belly. But you knew your boyfriend would never do anything if you didn’t say the words, so you forced your mind to focus through the pleasure and delirious need to get the words out. 

“I want it, daddy,” you admitted on a whimper, crying out when Sy pulled back, only to surge forward and make your whole body shake with the force of his thrust. With your confession out in the open between you, it seemed to loosen your tongue and a flood of words fell from your lips. “I want you to knock me up, I want you to put a baby in me—your baby, Sy—I want you to make me a mommy, please, daddy!” 

“Jesus christ, bunny,” Sy ground out as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against your thighs while he thrust deep into your cunt. “Ya want daddy to breed you—ya wanna be daddy’s good little breeding bunny, huh?” 

“Yes, yes yes,” you cried, gripping Sy’s broad shoulders, your cunt squeezing his cock. You were so close. “Breed me, daddy—Sy, please—please!” 

“Fuck,” he grunted, pausing to reposition his hips. Then he was grinding against your clit with every brutal thrust into your cunt and it wasn’t long before you screamed your release. Your whole body clenched tight, making Sy groan like he was in pain as your pussy gripped his cock so hard, his release quickly followed yours. 

Sy captured your lips in a messy kiss, his beard burning your cheeks and chin as hips stilled. You felt his cock twitch deep in your fluttering cunt, and the rush of his come overflowing your pussy, dripping down your ass. You shivered and moaned into Sy’s mouth, your hands clinging to his shoulders and neck while your bodies came together in the most primal way possible.

When you were finally sated and the last of his come had been wrung from his cock, Sy rolled over onto his back, taking you with him. Your bodies were still connected, the evidence of your releases making a mess of the both of you. You sighed contentedly and snuggled into Sy’s chest, a happy smile on your face.

“I s’pose I should officially move in, huh?” Sy asked, a bit of playfulness seeping into his deep, satisfied drawl. 

“You better,” you muttered, putting a little poutiness into the words, which made Sy chuckle. Pushing yourself up, you gave Sy a kiss before pulling away and shooting him a stern look. “Then you might wanna start thinking about putting a ring on my finger,” you said pointedly, arching one of your brows.

Sy grinned so wide, it made his beard twitch. Without looking away from you, he opened the bedside table drawer and pulled something out. You didn’t see what it was until you felt him slip something onto your left ring finger. With a gasp, you finally looked away to see the pretty engagement ring he’d just put on you.

“Way ahead o’ ya, bunny,” he murmured, tipping your chin to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “Assuming it’s a yes, of course.”

You snorted. “Of course, it’s a yes,” you said, a giggle of joy in your tone. Then you kissed him again—and again and again and again. 

Eventually, you settled back down on Sy’s chest, unable to keep your eyes off the ring, turning your hand this way and that so you could admire the way it sparkled so prettily in the bright morning sunshine. Already, you were picturing a spring wedding—Sy would look so handsome in a suit beneath an arch of spring flowers…

Your head spun a little with how much your life had changed on that spring morning, but you couldn’t be happier. You were going to become Mrs. Syverson and start a family with your captain—but the best part was that you’d get to start every morning cuddling with the love of your life. 

And you couldn’t wait.

[gothghostiie]

oh my god hi again, you were so sweet in my last ask so I think I’ve found my new favourite writer to turn to when I’m feeling a little insatiable by any other means ahhh! 🥳

anyways, I was wondering if you could write about 141 (not like poly or anything like that just like if they were singularly with reader) where the guys realise the reader doesn’t actually enjoy missionary (projecting really hard here) so they decide to get a little creative together please please please please 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

love you very much mwuah ! 💕

aaaaa bestie u have no idea how much that means to me!! love u too!!🫶🏻

Gaz is absolutely with you. he gets you, not like he doesn't enjoy it but it's not his favourite. very very eager to try any other position, asks if there's any you wanna try; if not he suggests clasic doggy, or spooning. he's a sucker for spooning, absolutely adores being this close to you, being able to cuddle and manhandle you with how close it is - plus it allows him to stay inside and rock his hips into you lazily.

Soap is also super eager, doesn't even question why you don't enjoy it; he's happy to get his hands on you in any position. doesn't really plan it, just starts throwing you into a few different positions the next time you fuck - from more tame things like in his lap, to stuff like butter churner. when I say any position, I mean any position. also very eager to put you in 69.

Price is a fan of missionary and it's a little sad that you don't enjoy it. he tries some variations of it, lifting your leg, different angles, more lube (as long as youre okay to keep trying) etc. if nothing works for you he'll probably suggest lazy doggy, or bent over the bed. probably discovers a thing or two for himself while experimenting with you. huge fan of mating press, absolutely enamoured if it does something for you too.

Ghost is a simple man - when you tell him he asks if there's something you like more; if there isnt he happily helps you out to discover what you like. his first suggestion is you riding him - mainly so he can see you set the pace, depth etc. Has you do it once before moving to other positions, I'm an avid believer that ghost fucks you in a full Nelson. or - if that's your cup of tea - ties you in suspension bondage and fucks you like that.

[nqify]

AHHH I’m so happy I found ur quaritch account! I’ve been dying in lack of quaritch fics so tysm for ur service. I was fed. Also headcannon for quaritch w a shy/ naturally submissive reader? I feel like he be surprised to someone NOT being a brat against him. If u wanna, ty and have a great day?

GIRL U ARE ONTO SMTH AND I LOVE IT!! shy!sub s/o headcanons. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. daddy kink. lil spit play. lots of dirty talk.

note. idk if this is good or not anon!!! so if you want me to change anything feel free to ask

this guys deals with so many brats on the daily!! his coworkers, his boss, the mf Lyle. He just hates having to put people in line all the time this guys deals with so many brats on the daily!! his coworkers, his boss, the mf Lyle. He just hates having to put people in line all the time

so when he meets you, it’s like a breathe of fresh air. Your naturally submissive, listening to everything he tells you to do, “hey, y/n, could you grab that for me?” And without complaining or whining you nod your head, “yes, sir.” This dude is pussy whipped already

even without all the devils tango, just doing what he says gets him going. He’s so used to ppl not following his orders, when u come along and start submitting to him, this GUY WILL NOW PREY ON U FR

when y’all start dating, he starts to notice how easily you get shy, especially with his words, “hey pretty, how are you?” your cheeks are burning up. This dude will find smth to make you flustered. he’ll give u little neck and forehead kisses to just to see how red you get from his touch. it’s fr driving him mad.

let’s just say your sitting on his lap in public, your horny asf and this guy will not give u attention. You begin to slowly grind your ass on him, he takes notice. As much as he would love take you right then and there, he wanted to test out if you’d rlly listen to him in a situation like this.

Miles pulls you by your waist, your back now hitting his chest. you could feel his hot breathe against your ear, he nibs at it a little before going in and saying, “uh, uh baby, behave”

And your ass listens. You don’t move or fight him in that matter. This guy is shocked. His ears perk up at ur submissiveness. He most def wanna fuck u more now. He’d try to keep his cool and move to ur ear again, “such a good girl for me, guess who’s going to get a reward when they get home” YOU ARE BITCH!!..

girls!! now we getting juicy!! just imagine miles pounding into you, his cock reaching every spot, making you an absolute mess!! This fucker wanna test out the waters again!! “open ur mouth for me, ma” and ofc, as a good girl U DID!! why is this guy so stunned. This most definitely triggers smth in him, you thought he was going hard before?? yeah girl no. He’s now drilling your shit, he’s reaching in deep. Not surprised if he touching your cervix now

he brings his pointer and middle finger to your bottom lip and slightly drags your mouth open a little. and then, BOOM he spits in your mouth. and ofc, you swallow it. THE FACT that he didn’t have to tell you to do that, his dick is twitching and aching for u girl.

since u submit to him so easily, this guy WILL praise you, and I mean it. You’d be taking his dick in your mouth and this fucker will not stop being so vocal towards you, “f-fuck, good girl, such a good girl” or when it’d be your first times together and ur taking his big dick he’d just praise tf outta you, “look at you mama, making daddy so proud and letting him stretch you out, s-shit” creaming as we speak!!!.

bc ur ass is so shy, he will try anything and I mean anything to get you all flustered in the bed room!! this means with his words, his touch, his movements! ANYTHING .

he’ll have u spread out on the bed, hair all messy and ur lips all puffy and pink. Your hands would be covering your face, hiding your embarrassment as you laid there, fully naked. And ofc, miles would be towering over you, this guy is 9’5 for god sake!! Even though he’s seen you naked so many times, He’d still find it so so cute how flustered you are.

He would grab both your hands and pin them above your head,“no need to be so shy baby, lemme see all of you” his tail is wagging like a dog at this point. He secretly likes how u get so shy, the fact that he gets to ruin it MAKES HIM BOOMBOOM baby making time.

bc this guy is a certified dirty talker, he will and I REPEAT!!!, he will say shit to make you embarrassed.

Y’all are literally in public and this fucker becomes behind you, grinds his bugle into your back and says, “can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy when we get home” u froze. or when he’s annoying you a lil and you just can’t help whining out, “miles, ur so annoying” he be grinning. “that’s not what u said last night baby” get ready for him to mock tf outta you, “weren’t you all like, ah, ah, pls daddy, feels so good!!??” “want more!! ah! so big fuck” ur so fucking embarrassed now omg.

one last thing, eye contact. this fucker loves it - rlly gets the gears going. So when he’s eating your pretty pussy and looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, U GO CRAZY. you try to not look back at him, constantly dragging your gaze to smth else. But oh no, he will not take that

he pulls away from your pussy and grabs your chin, “look at me baby, cmon I know you love it - don’t you like it when daddy fucks you with his tongue?? you don’t want me to make u cum, huh?” your 100% looking at him now. like girl.

requests are still open!! don’t be shy, gimme ur fantasies rn!!!!

[ghosts-bandwagon]

If you have the time… 141 and Rudy & Ale learning that you’re pregnant with their child? :3

This is so precious!!!! Ahhh 😍😍😍

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s terrified and he’s thrilled at the same time. He’s in conflict with himself, he’s petrified that he might wind up like his father and you knew this would happen, you’ve known him long enough. You’re gently taking his hands in yours, “You really think I’d stick around if you were a piece of shit?”

“I’m…” scared

“I know, Si, I’ll keep you on track, don’t worry.” You winked at him, he felt reassured and finally let the joy of the news sink in, he pulled you in for a kiss, tears slipping from his lash line and rolling down his cheeks, everything he never thought he’d have was in his hands. It was all under his palms when they stroked your hips and gently rubbed your stomach.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He doesn’t believe you at first, not in a bad way. But I mean… what? Bonnie you’re jokin’? You shook your head with a blinding smile and handed him the positive pregnancy test, he’s looking between you and the test, back and forth and back and forth and he’s laughing. He’s so fucking excited, he’s picking you up, spinning you around, kissing every inch of your face, he’s thanking you, he’s laughing, he’s crying, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. There’s just pure joy pounding in his veins.

John Price:

He’s got tears in his eyes and he’s sinking to his knees, he has the widest smile and he’s laughing breathlessly. He presses his hands to your stomach and looks up at you, he’s speechless. He can’t say it like he’s worried if he speaks the words out loud, he’ll wake up. You nod at him with a tearful, joyful smile and he’s choking up. He’s resting his forehead against your, currently flat, stomach, kissing it, talking to it? You tease that that’s not how it works, and he laughs. He’s laughing when his arms snake around your hips, he’s laughing when he lifts you in the air, he’s laughing when he puts you back down on the ground, he’s kissing every bit of your face.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He’s slack jawed, just staring at you, eyes wide and almost bulging out of his skull. Are you serious? You’re grinning and biting your lip as you hand him the positive test, he’s holding it in his hands and the gears are turning in his head. And then it clicks. He throws the test aside, jumping in place, and he runs to you, gathering you in his arms, jumping again. He’s nervous and a little unsure but he’s thrilled, he’s sure as long as you’re with him.

König:

Schatz… is this… are you sure? His hands are shaking and his heart is racing. Oh but he’s so happy. He’s so so profoundly happy. In the nights where his thoughts would torment him, the only peace he found was imagining a life with you. Coming home to you everyday was already a blessing, and this? He couldn’t believe it. He got down to his knees, looking up at you with adoration and love and a culmination of all the beautiful things you brought to his life. His eyes are sparkling with tears of joy.

Alejandro Vargas:

He’s holding the positive pregnancy test in his hands, looking at it and looking at you. He’s smiling so hard his cheeks are closing his eyes. He runs to you and hugs you so close. He’s exclaiming in Spanish, kissing your head, your neck, your hands. He’s thanking you in between each kiss, he’s breathlessly laughing with you.

Rodolfo Parra:

He’s in disbelief but he’s grinning, he’s so sweet as he walks up to you. Cupping your face, kissing your cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, every bit of exposed skin. He’s so soft with you, almost afraid that if he applies any more pressure, you’ll break. He’s rubbing your arms and already starting to make a mental list if you’re going to need, where to get it, who to talk to, he’s your rock. Always has been and always will be.

[https-alberich]

CW: Discriptions of gore. Mentions of bullying. Mentions of stalking. Reader discretion is advised.

Notes: I hate him (lie).

My darling. A small note before we begin. I made this journal to document our whole lives together!! I really hope you don’t mind but it really is important I document everything! One day when we get married We will be getting married. You would look amazing and I would love you so much I’ll give you this book and we can reflect on our love together!! Maybe we can show our kids too? Only if you’re ok with that after all!! I wouldn’t want to force you!

That would make me a bad husband.

Friday. Sixteenth of August. Time: 10:50 AM.

Wearing: School issued uniform. Plain white socks. Black shoes.

It was maybe five minutes ago? I can't remember exactly. I’m in the Chemistry Classroom, writing this all down. My heart is pounding right out of my chest!! I can’t think straight. I was being teased again I hate those sick fucks why can’t they die I hope they die I’ll kill them I’ll kill them I’ll kill them and you came to save me!! I swear I fell in love. You were incredible, and so beautiful.

You asked me if I was okay. 

I’m sorry I didn’t respond. I just got so nervous I couldn't speak! You made me like this.

And then you touched me.

Ahh just thinking about your hand on my shoulder makes my heart race again! I’m sorry I didn’t get your name. I’ll look it up in the school files when I get home!

I hope we can see each other tomorrow.

Monday. Nineteenth of August. Time: 11:10 AM.

Wearing: School issued uniform. Plain white socks. Black shoes.

I didn’t get to see you on the weekend my dear. :( 

I’m sorry. I know you must’ve missed me a lot since I wasn’t there but I had to go to the hospital. It’s ok. I’m ok so you don’t need to worry your pretty little head my dear. I promise the break wasn’t useless though! I realised what I wanted to say to you as a thank you for helping me out on Friday!! You’re so sweet and kind and you smell so good always look so amazing. I hope we can eat lunch together! Or hang out in the library? Oh that reminds me - I found out your name! Sneaking into the school and accessing the files is super easy when you know what you’re doing!!

Did you know I can donate my blood to you? 

It’s amazing right!! I hope you’ll never need me to because that would mean you're hurt but if worst comes to worst you can have my blood! I’d give you all my blood if you wanted.

I’ll add more when I manage to thank you. 

Time: 11:23 AM.

I did it!! Did you see? Are you proud of me? I think you are. You gave me a smile that said ‘Kyle! I’m proud of you.’ Ahhh. I’m worried I stuttered too much. I’m sorry I can’t help it. You drive me insane. Just thinking of you makes me so red in the cheeks. You’re so perfect. I really do love you, did you know.

Tuesday. Twentieth of August. Time: 9:10 AM.

Wearing: School issued uniform, top button of shirt is undone. Black shoes.

We’re in the same Biology class! I’m sitting on the desk to your left. I don't think you’ve noticed me yet. That’s ok. You’re focused on your work. I’ll try not to disturb you.

Since I’m so close I noticed a few crumbs on your lips. It must be from breakfast. I really want to lick them off you. And you would smile and thank me for being such a considerate boyfriend. But unfortunately you might think it’d be a bit strange if I did that wouldn’t you? Seeing as it’s only been a few days since we’ve met. 

It’s ok.

I don’t mind waiting.

You look so focused on your work. It’s so adorable. How is it that everytime I notice something new about you I just fall harder and harder in love with you? Have you cursed me maybe? Put a spell on me?

I want to slice open your skin and crawl inside.

Wednesday. Twenty first of August. Time: 1:14 PM.

Wearing: School issued uniform. Plain black socks. Black shoes. Science lab coat. Blue gloves. 

We had Biology together again. We have it together on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. You have no idea how happy that makes me. We were doing an experiment today. A dissection. Did you know I’m really good at those? The smoothness of a scalpel is so nice. How easy it is to cut with one. It glides over the skin with such ease. You’ll never even notice the cut until it starts bleeding.

I want to taste your blood. You’d let me right? I want to lick it off your skin.

You seemed to be very concentrated on the dissection. A few of the other students were whispering about you. I think it was my fault. I’m sorry. They think I’m weird.

Not you though!

You’re good.

You’re different.

I can’t wait for us to be married.

Thursday. Twenty second of August. Time: 3:00 PM.

Wearing: 

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Friday. Twenty third of August. Time: 12:06 PM.

Wearing: School issued uniform. Plain black socks. Black shoes.

I’m sorry for freaking out yesterday. Apparently you had a doctor's appointment. That’s ok. You should warn me next time you decide you can’t come to school. You scared me. But that’s ok.

I’m ok.

You’re ok.

So I’m ok.

Other than that. Today is our one week anniversary of being together! Except you don’t really know that do you?

That’s okay!!

I made a cake this morning. I’m not very good at cooking so I was looking on Reddit and 4chan for help. I managed to make something! I slipped it in your locker for you to enjoy when you get home!!

I love you.

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© Written By https-Alberich. Do not copy, steal or translate without permission.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a social media fic with nando where his gf/fiancé/wife comes to the paddock for the first time after they had their second child? And like the photographers are all oveeeer reader cuz of the cuteness and the other drivers are just soo happy nando found his person and started a family and just overload cuteness from the media and the fans and stuff like that 😊(ps: can you make the reader 10-12 years younger than alonso? I’m a sucker for a good age gap!) btw, looooove your writing and smau’s!! Have a good day 🫶🏻

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home is where the heart is — fernando alonso

genre. social media au pairing. fernando alonso x reader warnings. swearing

author’s note. hello anon! i wasn’t entirely sure if you meant first time after having their second child or first time ever, but i’ve gone with the latter so i hope you like it! also there isn’t a direct reference to the age gap in here sorry :( you can still imagine it that way though because that was my thought process when i was making this <3

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[anon-402]

Roier's Interview (Eng Translation)

TN: The small font is for everytime they speak English.

Cucurucho: I have a few questions for you–

Roier: But I don't know English!

Missa: Alright. (To Roier) He says he has some questions for you. I can translate for you.

Roier: Oh, okay. He's going to be my translator. (With broken English) He- He- going to- to- 'traductation'.

Missa: Yeah, I will be the interpreter, okay? So ask anything to him and I will say it in Spanish.

Roier: Work harder, Alfonso!

*Missa hurting sounds*

Cucurucho: What is your biggest accomplishment on the island?

Roier: What did he say?

Missa: How big is your dick.

Roier: Fuck, well– soft, I think two. And hard, three. *Richas hits him* What is it? Why are you punching me?

Missa: He said he didn’t accomplish anything. He’s a loser in this game.

Roier: Hey, what does that mean, pendejo?! What did you say?

Missa: Eh– that you want to do bigger things but that you’re running into some–

Roier: And what does that have to do with the size of my penis?!

Missa: Ah. Right. Wait. (To Cucurucho) Can you repeat the question, please?

Cucurucho: What is your biggest accomplishment on the island?

Roier: My best companion?

Missa: Uh– yes.

Roier: My best companion… is… is, uh– me. My loneliness. *Cucurucho looks at Missa* Why is he looking at you like that?

Missa: Oh, sorry. (To Cucurucho) He just said that the best thing he’s done is himself.

Roier: I– what.

Missa: (laughs) He’s alone in this city.

Roier: Cucurucho, dude, you spoke Spanish before, what happened?

Missa: Wait, wait. *Hits Roier to shut him up* He just told me that the best thing he has accomplish is being alone but being like, uh, eh– is enough for him. You don’t need anyone.

Roier: Bro, I’m paying you money, why you don’t know how to speak English?

Missa: *Ignores him* He realized that he didn’t need anyone. The accomplishment that he have done is being happy with himself.

Roier: *High pitch voice* I don’t know what he said but he’s lying!

Missa: *Keeps struggling with English*

Roier: *Tries speaking English*Fernanfloo, I’m German. Hi I’m German. Vegetta777–

Cucurucho: Good.

Missa: (To Roier) He said dick. That’s how you say dick.

Cucurucho: What is your happiest memory on the island?

Missa: Says what’s your favorite memory card.

Roier: My favorite memory card? I had one for the PS2 to play the ‘Urugata’ *Crash Bandicoot sounds*– I liked that one a lot. I also had the Spyro one. *Looks at Missa* Said that. The Spyro and the ‘Urugata’.

Missa: The best memory of his is him being happy next to Bobby. But he’s dead.

Roier: WHAT?! Bobby?! What did you say?!

Missa: No, no, no. I said boobs. I said you liked boobs.

Roier: Oh, yes. *Looks at Cucurucho happily and nodding* Yes, yes.

Missa: So he treasures all those memories with himself, so he learned to be happy with himself, missing the old times but doesn’t want to be here again.

Cucurucho: Good.

Roier: What.

Missa: He said god. Like–

Roier: Ahhh, god, god. Like.

Missa: Game of Thrones.

Roier: Like how kids say ‘that’s so god’.

Missa: Yeah, that’s so god. Uh-huh.

Roier: Okay. So what?

Cucurucho: Have you ever felt like the protagonist of the story? If yes, when. If no, why?

Missa: He said if you ever felt like a dick– or– can you repeat?

*Cucurucho repeats himself*

Missa: Okay. He said if you ever felt like– *laughs*

Roier: The porn?

Missa: Yes. That if you ever had found– that if you have ever enter a bathroom while someone is shitting on the island.

Roier: Yes. Several times.

Missa: Several times. Okay, let me tell him. *Turns to Cucurucho* He’s been trying to be happy with himself so he’s being working on his own story. Uhm– at least he’s the protagonist of his own story, so–

Roier: Hey, I didn’t talk that long, bro!

Missa: He saw Cellbit in the bathroom.

*They get distracted by an admin flying around*

Cucurucho: If there’s something in your story that must stay, that is important, what is or what would it be?

*Missa asks to repeat the question*

Roier: What did he say, dude?

Missa: If you had a comic you liked so much that you wanted to keep.

Roier: Well, in Spain I saw a comic of Halo2 that I wanted to buy but at the end I didn’t, because I said, maybe I will buy it but never read it, y’know? Average dumbass moment where you buy something but never read it because you’re too lazy. So. I didn’t buy it, but I really did like it. That one of Halo2. In a store that Polispol took us to. That store was good.

Missa: That happens to me too. I will tell him. (To Cucurucho) Halo2.

Roier: Great.

Cucurucho: Good.

*Missa laughs*

Roier: Good. *Starts looking around* So what? Is this Coppel–

Missa: ‘Two’? ‘Two’ is two.

Roier: ‘Two’? You. No, ‘two’ is you, dude. ‘You’.

Missa: Halo2. Your halo.

Roier: You jerk off to– (TN: to jerk off, ‘jalar’, sounds like halo)

Missa: I wanna see your halo–

Roier: Cucurucho, what’s up?

Cucurucho: If you were to be recognized for something you did, what would it be? Would it be something good or bad?

Roier: Badboyhalo?

Missa: Yes. He said if you were recognized on the street, would like to be mistaken for Badboyhalo?

Roier: Fuck no. Said that to him.

Missa: He says that–

Roier: Say ‘Nelson’ (TN: a really slangy way to say ‘no’ in Mexico and the internet)

*Missa.exe not working*

Roier: Nelson. Nao. Nao.

Missa: *Asks if this counts for his answers as well*

Roier: Nao. Badboy? Nao.

Missa: (To Roier) Maybe this is serious and we’re fucking up his operation…

Roier: No, dude. *Looks at Cucurucho* Or is it true?

Missa: I don’t know, I don’t know.

Roier: He looks too happy, I don’t think he’s angry.

Cucurucho: Would you be more motivated into completing something with a premium to be received at the end?

Missa: Says if you’re willing to pay for Youtube Premium.

Roier: No– Well, yes. Quackity doesn’t want to but I do. I pay it. When I see videos *Gets distracted by the Cucurucho award and starts breaking it*

Missa: Roier, you motherfucker–

Roier: *Sits down again after stealing it* When I see videos and make reactions there’s no ads. Well– except one time. I was watching the ‘Amigos’ (TN: LuisitoComunica reference) going to Brazil, and I wasn’t on my Youtube account so there were some ads.

Missa: While you were watching–

Roier: Yes. But only one time and I do pay it.

Missa: (To Cucurucho) Yeah, he would like to be recognized as a person, important for the server. So yes. He would like to be rewarded by that.

Roier: Exactly. Yes.

*They get distracted by the bubbles and the lag*

Cucurucho: If there was a future out of the island, who would you take with you to continue your journey?

Roier: What?

Missa: A future item? *Cucurucho repeats the question* a feature? Ah, a future.

Roier: A token. [TN: Token, ‘ficha’, sounds like feature]

Missa: A future, ohhhhh. Okay. (To Roier) If you had a token– pogs [TN: Pog, ‘tazo’, is another word for Token]

Roier: Pogs to play?

Missa: If you had some pogs, would you like them to be of Pokemon or…?

Roier: Oh, you know which ones were really good? The WWE ones with Randy Orton were so fucking good, and they sounded like– *Pogs clashing sounds* And the ones with Mucha Lucha were good too. And the Pokemon ones.

Missa: You remember the Medabots ones? The metallic ones.

Roier: Yesyesyes. I only had like five because I didn’t have money. But yes.

Missa: One time as a kid, I was like six, and I had a collection and I was in a serious match and they fucked me up. They took all of them.

Roier: *Laughs* They took everything?

Missa: Bro, I was in a town, in a really far away town in Sinaloa. And– *Laughs* And I fucked up *Roier laughs* I lost everything. It was–

*Cucurucho laughs*

Roier: Hey, bro, he’s laughing at you. What the fuck? You’re gonna let him?

Missa: They already took the pogs.

Roier: Dude, why’re you laughing at the pogs? You don’t have anything. You don’t even have hair. Fucker.

*Everyone gets quiet*

Missa: Anyway, if the server had a feature, what would you like to have that could help you in your mission?

Roier: I need a good internet without lag.

Missa: *Laughs* You’re the only fucker who has internet problems.

Roier: That’s why I want them to give it to me. They have a ton of money, look where they are. They have a mansion ‘gameplay funny moments’.  

Missa: That’s true. (To Cucurucho) He says he’s okay with anything. He didn’t need anything, That’s okay. Thank you so much for being so kind and to help us all to be better in this server.

Roier: Yeah.

Cucurucho: Good.

*Awkward silent moment*

Cucurucho: *unintelligible* a huge nomination, what message would you give your supporters?

Missa: That’s a good one. (To Roier) If you had a big Venom– Something like that.

Roier: A Venom?  

Missa: Yes. How would you name it.

Roier: If I had a big Venom… The Chirawaso or– *Missa laughs* I don’t know. I never had one. I’ve never touched one.

Missa: But if you had one right here, what would you tell it?

Roier: How– How handsome. *Notices how his backpack disappeared* Hey, they took my backpack! They’re undressing me here! Fuck, they’re taking my things.

*Cucurucho laughs*

Roier: You little fucker. You were the one who took it. You don’t know we are both from Sinaloa, dude. [TN: Famous Mexican state for having really high crime rate] At any time we can disappear you, dude.

*Missa starts singing ‘Pena Tras Pena’ from El Recordo de Cruz* [TN: Famous Mexican band from Sinaloa]

Roier: *Starts throwing Mexican insults that are really hard for me to translate to English*

Cucurucho: Good.

Roier: *Gets distracted by the missing backpack again*

Cucurucho: What advice would you give others into continuing pursuing goals? What is the first and more important step?

Missa: Okay. If you were playing soccer and you scored a goal, with who would you celebrate with? Messi or Ronaldo?

Roier: With Messi.

Missa: *Laughs* This guy…

Roier: Why ‘This guy’?! You’re Team Cristiano Ronaldo??? You’re from the Goat– No, the Goat is Messi. Now is Messi, pendejo.

Missa: Of course.

Roier: Bro, I’m feeling so awkward. Why are they asking? *Gets up*

Missa: Sit the fuck down. That chair is a fucking Herman Miller–

Roier: This fucking chair– My coccyx is already hurting–

*Cucurucho gives Roier a book with an actual translation to his question*

Roier: Pendejo, you didn’t translate it correctly!

Missa: No, that’s an extra question!

Roier: Oh, okay. What advice would I give? To keep doing it.

*Missa gets all wet cat and starts apologizing for not doing rp and not answering seriously*

Roier: I would tell them to follow their dreams, and to keep searching their goals. In any time you’re going to make it. And if you don’t make it, that’s because you haven’t arrived to the end. I know you can do it. Fucker.

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Sooo, the EPISODE????

This is now definitely one of my favourites!

First, Eddie in the confession both had me bawling my eyes out, what do you mean you don’t deserve forgiveness?!?! Well and then Buck’s Tommy actually being Abby’s Tommy oh my god

Then, when Tommy gave Buck the tickets for the basketball game and was like: You can go with Eddie if you like. SHOCK

Yeah and then Eddie meeting the priest again was crazy but I love the priest for finally opening Eddie’s eyes. But the way Tommy broke up with Buck?? I mean, it was the first serious conversation they ever had but poor Buckkk

I’m happy that he’s gone tho like FINALLY

And then Maddie and Chin having another kid?!?!? Omggg it’s gonna be so nice when the child is born

Lastly, THE ENDING SCENE ahhh. At first, when Eddie started dancing I was like what the fuck is going on like I found it quite weird but then Buck came around (I hope they talked about the break up and Eddie and the priest tho, maybe we’ll see something next episode) but couch theory is BACK

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╭﹐✪﹕ Jealousy Jealousy ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖡𝖠𝖱𝖮𝖴 𝖲.

★ Request By: @the-blue-gangsta46 - “HELLO 👋🏾 Can I request a baro Shoei x black reader oneshot in which baro is upset about the reader playing with his little sisters instead of spending time with him ?”

cw/tw. fluff, jealous Baro, SOFTIE BAROOO 🫶🏽, black!reader

an. AHHH I AM SO SORRY FOR GETTING BACK TO YOU LATE. I’ve been writing other stories for other people, so i apologize but i hope you like your request!

summary. - Barou gets jealous because his sisters takes you away from him.

He invited you to hang out with YOU. Not for you to hang out with his little sisters, he should’ve known the minute when his sisters looked at him with a devilish smile when hearing you were coming over for today. He should’ve known they were gonna take you away from him.

Now he’s sitting in his room waiting patiently for you to come and hang out with HIM. At first he was happy that you and his sisters were bonding but soon he was starting to get annoyed every hour without you. His sisters were little brats that do anything to just annoy the fuck out him knowing how hot headed he is, whenever he wants to scold them or yell you’re always there to protect them and side with them. He founded offensive how you stuck up for the little brats but he brushed it off not liking how you looked at him like how his mom would when getting scoldings.

He was scrolling through his phone looking at instagram pages still waiting for you, he looked up to see what time it is and it was 2:15pm in the afternoon. He invited you almost three hours ago, this was starting to get ridiculous, he was starting to get fucking upset with this. He groaned clenching his phone in hand before throwing it on the side of his bed getting up to grab a towel. He figured he would take a nice cold shower to get himself to calm down before he ends up ranting to himself, as he was taking a shower you were in his little sisters room playing with them. You’ve been playing with them for past two hours, playing dress up, playing with dolls, even having a fake tea party. But now they had put a crown on your head as well as doing your nails saying, “A pretty princess shouldn’t go without having her nails painted” Which ended you sitting on the floor with pink nails, you sighed softly with a smile on your face looking at Saki painting your nails. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked concentrated of not messing up, as Masaki was playing with your hair. You used your free hand to double tap on your phone to check the time, it was 2:20pm shit, you lost track of time. You hummed turning off your phone facing your attention back to Saki.

“I’m sorry to tell you both but after this i have to leave okay?” In response they both whined and pouted looking at you, “But why (N/NNNN)..” Masaki asked sadly, you turned your head to look at her with a smile, “Because, i promised your brother i would spend time with him. And i don’t think it’s fair to him that i’m spending time with two and not him now is it?” You raised a brow as she bit her lip looking down, “No..” She pouted, you chuckled patting her on top of her head, “Next time i come over we can watch a movie and we’ll hang out the entire day, okay? We can have a girls day.” When you finished your sentence they both shot up excitedly disposing the sadness they once had, “Okay!” They said in sync, you couldn’t help but laugh at their excitement. They were just both so cute and adorable.

When Saki finished up your nails, you said bye to them before making your way towards Baro’s room. You knocked softly waiting for an answer but got nothing, you knocked again but still got nothing, so you opened his door to reveal an empty spotless bedroom but sounds of a shower running. ‘He must be taking a shower then..he won’t mind if i wait for him’ You thought walking inside his room closing the door behind you. As you walked in you couldn’t help but smile at the pictures on his walls, those were never there the last time you were in here. You looked closely at them and they were photos of you and him of the different dates you been to, and the vacation photos, your heart warmed up the more you looked at the pictures. When you were done looking at the pictures he had you sat on the bed waiting patiently for your boyfriend.

After 10 minutes or so you finally heard the water go off and heavy footsteps. From the corner of your eye you saw the bathroom door swing open revealing your boyfriend, you sat up with a smile looking at him. “Hi baby.” You greeted but soon frowned watching how he ignored you walking towards his closet to change into some sweat pants, you clicked your tongue getting off the bed to follow him. “Are you perhaps ignoring me?” You questioned looking at him as you leaned against the door frame, he grunted in response pulling up the black sweat pants. “Go back to hanging out with my sisters.” He grumbled keeping his back turnt, you raised a brow in confusion but soon it clicked. He was upset..you smiled rolling your eyes walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist back hugging him. “Are you jealous?” You asked giving his back small and soft pecks feeling him relax in your touch, he scoffed. “No.” He was lying, you could tell in his tone. You shook your head with a chuckle continuing to kiss his back, “Sure..” You teased pulling back to turn him around so he’s facing you, he didn’t fight it letting you do as you pleased.

You looked in his eyes seeing how hard he’s trying to stay mad at you but you knew he was gonna break any minute now. He’s always had a soft spot for you only, he wasn’t gonna be mad for too long. “Shouu..talk to mee.” You pouted wrapping your arms around his neck hearing him scoff at your attempt, “No.” He said simply avoiding eye contact with you, you raised a brow unwrapping your arms from his neck, “Okay then..i’ll just go back to Saki and Masaki.” You turned to leave the closet room but got stopped by hands on your waist and a heavy sigh, “Fine.” You grinned, he finally gave in after being so stubborn. You turned back around to face him with his hands still on your waist, “I am jealous..upset even dammit.. i hate to admit but i am.” He grumbled looking away, “All they do is take you away from me when i wanna be with you. I barley got to spend time with you today and that pisses me off.” He answered, you couldn’t help but feel bad at how long he waited for you to get done with them so you two could hang out, you leaned up to peck his lips with yours before mumbling, “I’m sorry my love, i didn’t mean to make you wait for so long. But you have my attention now, no more distractions. Just me and you.” You reassured, Shouei didn’t say anything but just move his hands towards your thighs lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist leaning in to kiss you.

It was rough but gentle at the same time, you smiled in between the kiss feeling him squeeze your thigh as he placed you ontop of the bed in between your thighs continuing to kiss you. You both moved in synced in the kiss, groaning softly as he rubbed your thigh with his bigger hand. For a few seconds he was first to pull away going towards your neck cuddling in the crook of it holding you close to him. You giggled combing your hands through his hair feeling his soft kisses on your skin, “You’re such a big baby.”

“Shut up.”

[yepmadness]

Malevolent Part 44

Spoilers under cut :))

Just my thoughts I wrote down while I listened

Oh…oh. He’s no longer being called “the entity” in the episode description. He’s his own person. He’s like—he found himself in that. He knows who he is now. Fully. He is himself, who he wants to be. I haven’t even listened yet and I’m going to sob.

Honestly mostly thought calling him “the entity” was a thing for any new listeners. So they didn’t get spoiled about the name and all that. But always thought it was kinda odd considering he’s called John so early on.

But it was an intentional choice. He’s *John* now. Wholly. And fully. And he believes that too and so it shows.

God I’m so attached to this mf.

The singing is lovely actually. Have no idea what the fuck is going on through. Song seems fitting lol.

BLOOD AND SAND WOOO

“Where am I?” yeah I wanna know too dude.

I like this waiter :))

Oh we going back. Sorry Arthur. We know where this goes.

“I’ll take care of you,” and what if I sob then, hm?

No I’m with John on this one let’s just take a week I don’t care if it’s in the fucking worm womb. We got a bed.

I LOVE YORRICK. Anyone who tells me I shouldn’t is wrong.

Oooh. Arthur doesn’t remember. Hm hm. Fun.

“Not when, if”

John…buddy. Arthur’s human :(( also don’t like the constant death foreshadowing lately guys. I know he just died but I really need Arthur not to die at the end of all of this please.

Arthur don’t word shit like that stay alive for you, you bastard.

LMAO, Yorrick is so fucking silly. The dark world will embrace you :D.

FUCKING FINALLY ARMOR. LESS CHANCE OF GETTING STABBED WOOO. Hopefully this breastplate goes relatively low because we get stabbed in the gut a lot.

Oh no we are being depressing about Faroe again :(. Arthur has suffered so much im so sorry my guy. John is being so sweet about it I love him.

NOOO YORRICK LET THEM HAVE THEIR SILLY MANTRA

I love our new trio sooo much.

Arthur was totally looking to be called “someone not to fuck with” again when he put that armor on lol.

Arthur :(( read the letter. I’m begging you. It’s gonna get destroyed and then we will ALL be sad about it.

“We have six more bullets” John i love you but that will not help.

The ringing when Arthur starts to like, talk, is interesting. Wonder if it’s just because he’s remembering being stabbed..or?? Either way interesting to me.

OH WAIT JOHN DID TELL HIM??? IM SURPRSED???

WAIT FUCK ARE WE BEING SWEET??

“And you know I love you too. And that I couldn’t do this without you.”

Im am going to sob I love them so so so much. They’re my guys ;-;

HE FOUGHT FOR WHO HE IS SO HARD.

AHHH

emotional moment over and I’m devastated.

No we are not sending Arthur into nasty ass water with his wound??? No???

Im with John, how about no??

Mmm. Yorrick is being weird. Once again reminded of the whole, don’t trust vanguards. But like…he’s a silly guy.

The background music tells me this is a bad idea guys. Let’s not drown. We have had enough of that.

YORRICK UNDER THE WATER HA

You think dying would have made them make better choices but noooo.

John are you like…guilty about killing her? Haunted by it? He sounds kinda…upset :(.

ARTHUR WHAT DID I JUST SAY.

“YESS OORTHUR”

THEYRE SO HAPPY YES. LAUGH. JOY. (Yorrick has no fuckibg idea why we are laughing love him)

Lmao Arthur I think if you didn’t let John help he would have strangled you. Stop getting injured.

Aw Arthur not letting John apologize, it’s not his fault aaaah.

Yeah Yorrick is planning smth but I love him too much to hate him for whatever his evil plans are.

“You’ll see.” Cryptic bitch.

ALEXANDER!!!

“Owl don’t eat people, boys” I LOVE THIS.

This is too soft I’m so happy.

“Somebody knows your order.” Uh huh. Someone we know hmm. A certain guy I want to meet. Eventually? I can hope.

————————>

Yeah I fucking loved this episode. Easily one of my favorites. EASILY. it was just so sweet. And silly. I love these guys so much.

[ladykailitha]

Thirteen

I think the timeline on this one is a bit iffy. As Steve would have probably entered middle school in the 6th grade. But oh well. We’re just going to roll with it:

Or you can read it here on AO3

*

Steve looked up at the three of them. Nancy to right, Robin to left and Eddie standing in front of him, all looking worried.

He wanted to try this with them first before telling anyone else.

“I’m bisexual.”

They all exchanged glances.

“You’re what now?” Nancy asked.

“I’m bisexual,” Steve repeated. “I like both boys and girls.”

Robin and Eddie’s eyebrows went up, while Nancy frowned.

“How long have you known you were bisexual?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Steve looked down at his hands. “Since I was thirteen.”

“Come again?” Eddie asked, eyes wide and his jaw slack.

“I’ve known since middle school I had a thing for guys, too,” Steve murmured. “I just didn’t know you could like both until later. I thought it was an either or thing, you know?”

“So who was your first boy crush?” Robin asked, sitting on the coffee table in front of Steve cross-legged.

“I don’t want to say,” Steve muttered.

“Why not?” Nancy asked. “Please say it wasn’t Tommy.”

Steve shook his head. “Um...it was my first day of junior high. I didn’t tie my shoes coming back from swimming and I tripped sending all my books and papers flying.”

“Aww...” Robin said. “Cute little baby Steve.”

Steve blushed, but kept his head down. “I was mortified. First day at a new school and I fuck it up by embarrassing myself. But this guy, a eighth grader I found out later, came over and helped get all my stuff together.”

“That was nice of him,” Nancy said.

He cleared his throat. “He told me that it was okay to trip up once and a while the important part is getting back up, then he ruffled my hair and then he was gone.”

“So that’s why you ruffle people’s hair out of affection!” Robin cried. “Because baby Steve got his hair ruffled by his crush.”

“Did you ever see him again?” Nancy asked.

“Loads, I just didn’t realize it was him until later,” Steve scoffed.

“How?” Robin asked.

“He changed a lot from middle school to high school, had a growth spurt, changed his hair, wore different clothes,” Steve defended.

Nancy nodded. Some of the kids in their school went through such massive transformations that if you looked at their school pictures as kids compared to how they looked now you wouldn’t believe they were they same person.

“When did you realize it was him?” Robin pressed. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and propping her chin on her knuckles.

For the first time since he started this whole thing he looked up. “When I found myself face to face with those beautiful brown eyes in the boat shed and he was pointing a broken bottle at my neck.”

Nancy and Robin’s jaws dropped and they turned to Eddie. An Eddie who had one arm wrapped around his ribs and the other hand was shoving hair in his mouth.

Steve cleared his throat. “This is why I didn’t want to say.” He stood up from the couch and moved to go pass them to his room, where he never intended to come out ever again. In either sense of the phrase.

But as he passed Eddie, the other boy reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Not even going to give me a chance to respond?” Eddie asked.

Steve looked away. “You don’t have to say anything, Eds.”

“I just have one question, before I do,” he murmured, drawing Steve close to him. “Do you still have that crush on that boy?”

Steve looked into those beautiful brown eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, of course I do. How could I not? Especially now that I know how wonderful he is.”

“Good,” Eddie whispered, spinning Steve to face him, “because I’ve had a crush on you since that day, too.”

Nancy and Robin looked at each other in happy shock and started giggling.

“Ahhh,” Robin squealed.

Steve didn’t hear any of it. All he could think about was how those beautiful eyes were staring at him, so full of love that he leaned forward and kissed those perfect lips.

Eddie made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan and pulled him into his arms.

Nancy and Robin quietly slipped out, leaving the two of them alone.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Steve breathed.

“I didn’t think you remembered until just now,” Eddie said. “I can’t believe I kept pushing you at Nancy.”

Steve giggled. “Kiss me again and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands and murmured, “I don’t think I can stop now that I’ve had a taste.”

“And I don’t want you to,” Steve said softly.

Eddie brought their lips back together and they both felt like they had finally come home.

Masterlist

[mowbrayvongothe]

Again another day when I listen to The Magnus protocol and speak my mind freely apologies to those who actively see this and read my thoughts they don’t make sense!

spoilers for The Magnus Protocol 27- Driven below

I’m deeply exhausted today waking up at 5am for results isn’t fine

Results day landing on TMP day is great btw

Also love the sfx

Oh sweet Lena

Lena isn’t too happy

“It is a cluttered eyesore” Lena?

Oh Lena is terrified of the minister nice

Sam why are you a little shit

I love you

Gwen???

Hm

Ha nice Gwen

No Alice?

Ohhh Gwen has many plans love that for her

OH FUCK OFF AUGUSTUS

GOD LEAVE US ALONE

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPPPPP GODDDD

Hey voice I don’t know ANYTHING

I’m too exhausted to consume tmp

Thank you to whoever delivers the transcript my mind cannot work without you

Oh wait fuck this is in 1845 I bet you like that Augustus you ancient freak

Chemistry talk again can alchemy calm down

oh I’m tired

Hm alchemy again

Ahhh purification yummy yummy

WAIT

institute? Ahaa

Oh oh nothing I’m calm

CALM.

I’m tagging this after and going to bed

An hansom cab?

Clearances/growlers huh

Oh the background noise

Oh sweet

Haha this sounds like an organ

Oh disappearing? Nice!

Ahhh oh my god

OH IS THAT CAB AND THE COACHMAN KIND OF LIKE A TRAP???

Feels like it if both the cab and the coachman are attached and the trap is easy and ‘fashionable’ travel then it’s easy to take people. Nice.

“Hunting ground” hm weird

This feels like the hunt again

Oh it’s like a Venus fly trap aha nice.

OH MY FUCK

Ohhohoh I love this

“The growler has no need for eyes”

oh this is the hunt please I refuse to believe this isn’t about my baby the hunt

Oh my god

BOYLE???

BOYLE??

Ohhh so he sacrificed someone.

O

The

WHAT

rh

WHAT

WHAT

WHAT FUCKINF EHAT

ESCUSE ME

HA

PAUSE

TIME OUT

MAGNUS INSTITUTR???

EXCUSE ME

Jesus

So whoever wrote this. Founded the Magnus institute

And whoever founded the Magnus institute had a keen eye to sacrificing people for researching and observation

Huhhhhh I wonder who THIS could be referencing

AND I WONDER WHY AUGUSTUS IS READING THIS??

RIP this

AAA

OH

“The rate of digestion is linked to his fear” OH OH OH MY GOD

They said itTHEY SAID IT

LAI LAI TURN THE TV ON THEY HIT THE FUCKIGNKENDND

Oh oh?

Does Gwen want those people dea

YEAHHH ALICEEE

“I’m openly trans on the internet” nice.

Ok so Gwen just wants everything to look nice

So the Magnus institute wanted poisonous washing machines and the ability to look at the stars. Nice!

“Pretty decent sex” nice!

Hilltop centre. WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU.

TREVOR HERBERT????

WHAT THE FUCK

Alice I need you

“More magnussing”

OH OH

OH OA

Alice

ARCHIVIST?? SHES GETTING THE TINFLY FEELING

OH SHES FEELING IT

SHES HAVINF THE SPIDER SENSES

I haven’t collected my thoughts but oh ok that was an episode.

The pre-case is just essentially the whole preparing for the ministers arrival cough Trevor Herbert Jesus fuck.

The case was pretty much as usual their version of the end. I would’ve assumed it was the hunt and was very dedicated to that idea but after the founders experiment we know that the more afraid you were of dying the more they stripped and digested your body down like a Venus fly trap which excretes digestive enzymes the more you move. Which is nice truly this feels like a Venus fly trap situation.

The founder said they were the founder of the Magnus institute and the voice reading this statement out to Sam is possibly Jonah Magnus’ original body. Which makes sense in a way.

The post case was a post case!!!

Gwen got given strange emails with old case files which either means JMJ is giving her important archivist cases or they are giving her trevor Herbert’s statements.

Sam and Celia had a very important convo which was nice and Celia getting straight back into magnussing was great I love that for her

The same few locations that were familiar in TMA are popping up especially ‘Hilltop’

The shopping centre not being used just feels like a drug front but instead of drugs it’s fear

Trevor as MP. Who was predicting this???

I’m quite enjoying the fact that instead of TMA where everyone isolated themselves making them more vulnerable to the fears they all kind of help each other? Will be absolutely lush if they still die though tbh.

Also does Celia get a feeling of dejavu with her TMA-self? She has the sense that these people are helpful and in the TMA-verse they are but in here they aren’t. Especially with her reaction to it being ‘archivist’

Anyways this is great and I didn’t scream at my friend over text because I’m alone in listening this between the two of us if you’re seeing this later I hope you know I’m cursing you

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Negotiations

Summary: Max doesn’t want to turn you into a vampire because he loves drinking from you too much. Especially when you’re on your period. Okay and he wants you to stay human because of the ✨experience✨. But you’re in pain very single month so you make him a deal. You shut up about becoming a vampire when he manages to get through the menstrual pain simulator.

Pairing: Max Phillips x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: T

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, implied sex, talks about becoming a vampire, lots of talks about menstrual pain, humor?

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It was dark when Max entered his penthouse. Which was… weird? You should be cooking or reading or rearranging the living room. Again. 

It was quiet, it smelled of candy and caramel and… blood. 

A smirk sneaked to his lips. 

Getting out of his shoes and his jacket he loosened his tie as he walked towards the bedroom, where he knew he would find you cuddled under every blanket you owned. 

“Sugarbabe I’m hoooome,” he sang as he walked into the bedroom, finding you indeed under at least four blankets, candy wrappers on the bed next to you. There was a bottle of painkillers on the bedside table and he could hear the hum of your heating blanket.

Pride and Prejudice was on, the Matthew Macfadyen version and he didn’t question that he recognized just from one look on the tv hanging across the bed.

“Hi,” you mumbled and he pouted at you before he carefully climbed into the little nest you made for yourself. 

“How bad is it?” he asked, pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead. 

“Like a demon is fighting itself out of my uterus,” you took a deep breath. 

“I’m so sorry,” and he was. He hated to see you in pain. And he knew there was a solution to seeing you like this. A solution you argued at least once every month about. 

“You know I wouldn’t be in pain if you’d turn me,” you groaned and he sighed, kissing your nose. 

“I know, baby. But… You have to understand… You just… taste so fucking delicous. Especially around that time of the month… And you know… the whole human stuff is important too. Chocolate will never taste as good and don’t even get me started on pasta. Let me make you feel better?”

“You’re disgusting,” you said.

“Tell me something new,” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes. 

“No seriously. You claim you love me, yet you don’t do the one thing that keeps me from being in pain every single month. I can go without tasting chocolate. I… think.”

“I do love you. So very much that I want you to stay human as long as possible.”

“You mean stay a happy meal you can snack on whenever you feel like it?” you pouted.

He began to kiss your neck, his usual tactic to distract you. Sadly it was working every single time. 

“You’re just so damn delicious,” he hummed, his teeth scratching over your neck before he kissed himself down. You sighed, turning to lay on your back as he got closer, his cold hands trying to get under the five blankets you were under. 

“We’re not finished talking about this,” you mumbled, helping him get the blankets off.

“Ahhh there she is,” he grinned, a wicked smile on his lips as he finally found your body in just a shirt of his lying beneath him. 

“Gonna help make you feel good sugarbabe,” he wiggled his eyebrows, pulling his shirt off. 

Against your better judgement you smiled up at him as you parted your legs. 

“This discussion is not finished, Max,” you reminded him as he kissed down your body. He looked up at you, his fingers pulling at your panties. 

“Oh I know,” he grinned before he settled down between your legs, 

“But maybe my tongue can make you forget about it for a little longer.”

A week later he found you sitting in your living room, a smile on your lips that was somehow off and slightly unsettling. And not in a good way. 

“Hi baby!”, you grinned sweetly at him and every instinct within him screamed danger at him but it was you. The love of his life. What bad could happen?

“I want to make a deal with you,” you said, standing up and walking over to him, your arms crossing behind his neck, blinking your beautiful eyes up at him. 

“A deal?” he asked, a little interested. 

You nodded. 

“You keep saying no to turning me,” you said and he nodded.

“Because you deserve to stay human,” he said.

“Right. Let’s say that’s the reason. We both know you love to eat my pussy when I’m on my period.”

“What can I say? It’s…. It’s like sex ketchup. Ya know?”

“I am…. Going to pretend you did not just say that. Anyway, I am in pain. Every single month, for at least two days. Sometimes so bad that I can’t get out of bed, and yet you refuse to turn me. So I’m gonna make you a deal.”

“I am… listening,” he hummed. 

“You get to experience the same pain I go through every month. And if you still think I should suffer through this I will shut up about you turning me,” you said with the sweetest smile. 

He narrowed his eyes. 

“Just like that?” he asked. 

“Just like that. I will be complaining though. Maybe even more than before. And I expect more gifts. And cuddles. But maybe you can understand why after a little better.”

“How?” he asked. 

“There’s a machine that simulates menstrual pain. I’m gonna go first, and then you’ll go. I expect you’re not even gonna make it to Level five,” you shrugged and he huffed. Insulted.

“How many Levels are there?”

“10.”

“Will you suck my cock?”

You looked confused at him

“Orgasms seem to help you with the pain. Maybe it’ll help me too,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. 

“You know you can just ask for me to suck your cock. I’ll never say no to that.”

He looked at you. 

“And if I can make it to level 10 you’re never gonna ask me to turn you again?” he asked.

You nodded. 

“I will demand more orgasms though. If you make me live in pain. And we should talk about it again in the future cause I'm not getting younger and I do want to spend eternity with you,” you said and he grinned. 

“I’ll even take time off to make you feel good,” he kissed you and you hummed against his lips. 

“So what do you say?” you raised your eyebrow.

“Deal.”

Max had spent an hour reading the manual of the simulator you rented, making sure everything was working fine (and you weren’t cheating) before he put it on your stomach exactly as shown in the manual. 

“Gonna turn it on now,” he said, looking at you. You nodded as he turned it on, almost not feeling anything. 

“Turn it up?” you said and he frowned at you. 

“You sure? It’s already on Level 4,” he said and you chuckled. 

“Babe, I’m sure. This is nothing,” you squeezed his hand. 

“How are we sure this is even working?” he asked, turning it up. At Level 8 you felt some cramping, but still not as bad as on the worst days of your period. 

“I can feel it. It’s just not that bad? I definitely get worse pain.”

He hummed, his lips pursed, looking at you as he turned it to the upper level and you groaned, closing your eyes. 

“You felt that,” he said and you nodded. 

“It feels like in the beginning? My pain still gets worse though,” you shrugged. 

Max checked the machine but he could hear it working. The hum of it reaching his sensitive ears. After seeing you he felt more than confident that he’d make it through this little challenge you put on. 

As if this could be that bad? Not that he’d say you weren’t in pain. But you were human. Maybe you just… had a low pain tolerance?

And he’d even fuck you all night as a reward for staying his little human blood bag. A blood bag he loved very much. The best blood bag. Okay he should maybe stop calling you blood bag even if it was just in his mind. 

He shook his head to himself as he turned the machine off and you smiled at him. 

“Your turn,” you leaned in to kiss him and he nodded. 

“I hope you’re ready to stay human sugarbabe,” he hummed as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest. 

You just smiled, looking at him as you pulled the machine off your stomach to put it on him.

He giggled as you brushed your fingers over his stomach and you grinned at him. 

“Am ticklish,” he said and you kissed him again.

“I know,” you winked as you sat back. 

Max looked at the remote in his hand and then at you, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He checked if everything was how it was supposed to be before he took a deep breath.

He died.

He literally died to become a vampire. 

So why was he feeling so hesitant about this? He looked at you, your eyes looking expectantly at him. 

“You good to go? You don’t have to. You can just turn me,” you shrugged and he shook his head. 

“You know it’s not the easy blood access, why I want you to stay human right? Cause I really love you and all your little cute human traits,” he said and your eyes softened. 

“I know, babe. And I really appreciate it,” you kissed him and he pulled one of his hands to your cheek, humming against your lips.

“But you’re still doing this,” you whispered against his lips and he sighed. 

“Okay. Turn it on,” he said, giving you the remote.

He was dying. 

He was dying again and it was all his ego and this fucking machine’s fault.

“Fuck,” he threw his head back, taking deep breaths his lungs did not even need oxygen to breathe through the pain, yet he was panting like he was in labour. It felt like someone was squeezing his insides slowly. He felt your hand in his and he opened his eyes, looking at you, seeing you try not to laugh. 

“Fuck you did not have to turn it on on the highest level???” he groaned loudly.

“It’s level three babe,” you said, trying to keep a straight face and he looked at you with wide eyes. 

“You're shitting me?” he said, pulling the remote from your hands, seeing that indeed he was on level three.

“Fuck me,” he got up, walking through the room, turning it up to level four by himself, his hands grabbing a chair as he bend over in pain. 

“You want me to suck your cock to find out if it makes it better?” he heard you ask.

“Fuck you,” he said with a laugh.

You hadn’t even reacted until level eight and he was ready to give up at level four? You were in pain worse than this every single month?

He turned it up once more, grunting in pain before he decided to give up, turning it off. 

“Fuck this,” he said, ripping the machine off, finding you grinning at him from your spot on the couch. 

“Women are fucked if they are in this much pain just because of fucking evolution or some shit,” he opened the fridge, the one with his blood, to get some A negative into his body. 

You watched him drink, his eyes still on you. 

He sighed, a little pout on his face. 

“I’m gonna miss your warm body at night,” he licked his lips as he set the blood down, walking over to you. You raised your eyebrow. 

“You want to do it now, or wait?” he asked, kneeling down in front of you. He inhaled your scent deeply. 

“Just like that?” you asked. He nodded. 

“If I had known, I would have done it years ago, sugarbabe,” he said, his teeth springing out. 

You smiled, your hand brushing over his cheek. 

“What if… we wait for three weeks and make the most of me being your warm tasty human until then? I just got off my period, so we’re good?”

He smirked at you, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“You should take time off work,” he said, before you shrieked as he picked you up in his arms. 

“Why?” you laughed. 

“Cause I will enjoy marking your whole body before I’ll turn you to spend eternity with me,” he said, kissing you deeply as he carried you to your bedroom. 

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - fifteen | *heartlessly*

“Keeho, if you don’t get out of my fucking way--” you warned.

“Haha~~ haha~~ haha~~”

“Keeho!”

You died.

“I can’t… I can’t stand you. We’re no longer friends.”

You watched as your bean person got shoved out of their cubby and plinkoed down the pegs underneath.

“I wonder if this is how horses feel.”

🗻of Namhae✅: Lol QuackIsWhack✅: There’s a horse loose in the plinko 🗻of Namhae✅: There’s a plinko loose in the hospital JohnnyYuta: There’s a hospital loose in the plinko A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: There’s a color theory loose in the horse SleepySheepy😴: 🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥 LeaBea: There’s a loose loose in the loose YangYangGangGang: 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔 SleepySheepy😴: Loose loose goose goose Minhoe: Duck duck duck-- GOOSE! SleepySheepy😴: -.- MinHoe: Run, Sheepy SleepySheepy😴: 😴😴😴 MinHoe: I don’t like you

“What?” Keeho asked.

“Nothing.” You sighed as you watched the next game start. “I can’t believe you did me like that, Keeho. I wanted to try and get the crown tonight.”

“You’ve gotten it before.”

“No I haven’t!”

“You haven’t?”

“No!”

“Oh… well, it is a battle royale.”

“...I’m going to call your mom.”

Keeho laughed. “No you’re not.”

You raised your eyebrows, not that he could see, took out your phone and looked for her contact. 

“In the words of John Cena: are you sure about that?”

“What?”

You found her and clicked the contact, putting your phone on speaker so your mic could pick it up. You adjusted your sound settings so anything Keeho said would be fed through the speakers.

“...Who are you calling?”

“It’s definitely not your mom.”

JohnnyYuta: Oh my GOD! CAT! A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: CAT! WHAT? I💚Keeho: She’s not! 🗻of Namhae✅: She would! There’sARockInMySock: She can’t be! QuackIsWhack✅: She IS! UltimateHyung: No she isn’t! TheNicestGuy: Call me next LuciPURR: Lolololololol SleepySheepy😴: 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔

The phone rang until the recipient picked up. 

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs. Yoon. I’m streaming.”

“Ahh. Hi, Cat. How are you, honey? Is everything okay?”

“YOU ARE NOT TALKING TO MY MOTHER!!” Keeho yelled in disbelief.

“Is that Keeho?”

“Yes it is, Mrs. Yoon, and you’ll never believe what your son just did.”

“What’d he do?”

“So we’re playing Fall Guys, do you know it?”

“Yes, Keeho showed me.”

“We were just playing - well, he’s still playing and I died - because he pushed me off a platform. He pushed me off a platform heartlessly, Mrs. Yoon.”

She gasped.

“Mom!” Keeho yelled.

“I can’t believe the son I raised from a baby, the boy I tried to instill so many strong morals in, pushed you off a platform like that.”

“Heartlessly.”

“Heartlessly.” She repeated.

🗻of Namhae✅: I love Keeho’s mom lol QuackIsWhack✅: Keeho’s mom is great A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: I’d die for her JohnnyYuta: I’d live for her A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: Either way, what bliss MinHoe: You spent so many years raising him, Mrs. Yoon LuciPurr: SO MANY years YangYangGangGang: I can’t believe Keeho would just do a thing like that LeaBea: HEARTLESSLY TheNicestGuy: Leave him out of the will I💚Keeho: Mrs. Yoon, can you adopt me? SleepySheepy😴: 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔

“Where did you go wrong, Mrs. Yoon?”

“I don’t know…” she pretended to cry. “It’s just… you try so hard to raise them well, and you put them out into the world and they act like this…”

“I know, I know.”

“I’m so sorry, Cat.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Ahhh!!” Keeho yelled, half laughing. “Why are the both of you like this?”

“Did you hear that, Mrs. Yoon?”

“I did… he’s no son of mine.”

“Oh my god--” Keeho sighed. “Great, I died. Are you happy, Cat?”

“So happy. Bye Mrs. Yoon, love you!”

“Bye honey. Tell my horrible son to call me soon.”

“I will.”

You hung up with her and fixed your audio so Keeho was only coming through your head phones again.

“You’re the worst.”

“Why? I had to let her know how her pride and joy was treating others, did I not?”

“Maybe I should call your mom,” he laughed.

“I already know what she’d say.”

Keeho laughed in anticipation.

“‘Ya! That girl pushed you off?! Good! Tell her I said ‘Good!’’”

Keeho laughed harder.

“‘I’ll get her dad!’ Then she’ll find my dad and put him on speaker, ‘What? My girl pushed you off? Did she win? Good!’”

“That’s exactly how it’d go.”

“You know my parents, they’re unrealistically supportive.”

“They really are.”

LeaBea: I feel like this explains a lot of your personality, Cat There’sARockInMySock: If Cat’s parents are like that, it makes all the sense lol QuackIsWhack✅: Cat’s parents said: we will support you, *AGGRESSIVELY* JohnnyYuta: Polar opposite of toxic SleepySheepy😴: 🥔🥔🥔🥔🥔 A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: Mrs. Yoon and Cat’s parents are my aspirations JohnnyYuta: I wish they’d all adopt me MinHoe: Sheepy, answer your DMs SleepySheepy😴: Zzzzzzz MinHoe: I hate you 🗻of Namhae✅: Your parents were always that supportive?

“Hey, Namhae. Yeah, they’ve always been that supportive. When I was little, they told me that if I ever got bullied, to tell them about it and if I had to defend myself in a fight, they’d come to school and yell at the other kid’s parents and the teacher so I didn’t get in trouble.”

“Oh my god, I remember that. That was when those girls were picking on you, right? When we were… thirteen?”

“Mhm. My parents sat me down and I thought they were going to be like, ‘Don’t get into any fights,’ like that kind of thing. But my dad was like, ‘If she puts her hands on you, you defend yourself, you got it?’ and my mom was like, ‘If she starts a fight with you and you hit her back, we’ll come up and fight with the principal, so don’t be afraid.’”

“Yeah, I remember that. I remember when you told me that, I thought it was wild. Everyone else’s parents were out here trying to hide the fact that their kids even had their own thoughts, and your parents were like ‘Punch them in the face, I can fight the principal.’”

“Yeah.”

“Did you ever fight that girl? I can’t remember.”

“So like, after… Okay so: these three girls had a crush on my friend since grade school, so they hated me. My friend moved away in junior high, and In high school one of the girls gets a boyfriend and leaves their trio, but the remaining two still hate me for some reason I don't understand. Halfway through the school year that year, one of the girls pushed me to the ground so I jumped up and popped her in the face once. When we were little she’d push me around all the time and she got in trouble one time, so but as we got older she would kind of like… orchestrate bad things happening to me instead of doing things directly, know what I mean?”

“Mhm.”

“So finally I just lose it and, pah!, once, right in the mouth and she went crying to the teacher and the school called both our parents up. My parents yelled at hers for raising a bully and the principal finally switched us to different classes - which, I forgot to say - was what my mom asked them to do at the start of the year but the administration was like, ‘Oh, they’re just kids. They’ll learn to get along.’ Horseshit.”

“Ugh, dislike.”

“I had no problem with either of those girls! But she and her friend liked the best friend I had before I met you, so they hated me.”

“But why’d they hate you?”

“Because I was his friend and a girl and ‘in their way.’ I don’t know why I just did air quotes since you can’t see it.”

Keeho laughed. 

“But yeah, they liked him so they hated me.”

“But he moved away before you and I became friends.”

“I know. They didn’t care.”

Keeho tsk’d. “People like that weren’t raised right.”

“Well, if you ever met her parents, you’d know you were right. They didn’t seem like they were even nice to her.”

“Oof.”

“Yeah, not like it makes me like her or anything but that’s a big oof.”

Di-Dng!

“What a heartwarming story.”

“Heyyy, Ryujin. What’s going on?”

“Watching your stream, Cat. I can’t believe you did her dirty like that, Keeho.”

“Oh my god,” Keeho said emphatically.

You laughed. 

“Heartlessly.” Ryujin said.

“Heartlessly.” You repeated.  “Are you going to play?”

“Yes ma’am. I’m just waiting for Yeji to get home, since I ordered food and didn’t want to open it without her.”

“No prob, no prob.”

“Can I meet your parents someday, Cat? I want to see if they’d adopt me.”

You laughed loudly. “Maybe. Lord knows Keeho is like their second child because he was always over every day after school before he became a trainee.”

“Hell yeah.” Keeho added. “Your house was the best.”

“You’re just saying that because I had Nintendo and you didn’t.”

Ryujin laughed.

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[ryuichirou]

hi there! first of all i wanna say i love all your works~ i found your works right after i entered the TWST fandom and it made me fall in even harder LMAO especially for lil mushroom eel man i love our lil mushroom eel man- I wanna ask though, how to you perceive Idia's interaction with the Tweels? It's always fun to see those two messing around with Idia and being intimidating for Azul's sake but I wonder how does Idia think of them in your headcanons? Is it a "run at first sight" type of relationship www have a good day!

Hi Anon! Thank you very much, it’s fantastic to hear that you love our stuff this much. I am very grateful.

Ahhh lil mushroom eel man!! This is such a cute nickname, and he is such a special boy lol, I’m happy you like him. I don’t draw the Tweels as often as I’d love to, but then again, that goes for a lot of characters… But damn it, drawing them is fun, especially with our poor popular boy Idia lol

Sooo, here is what Idia thinks about the Tweels in our headcanons! In a form of a headcanon list haha.

You’re right: in general, it definitely is “run at first sight” type of deal: Idia is a scaredy-cat in general, but with these two? He senses legit danger to his safety lol

A lot of times the Tweels harass Idia because of something Azul asked them to do, but there are times when they do it just for their own fun, and these situations are much more terrifying to Idia. Like, what do they want from him? The answer usually is to have fun. They won’t elaborate on what kind of “fun” they want to have with him.

A lot of times Idia sees the Tweels as a unit, but he is actually aware of how different these two are, and if separated, their dynamic actually changes quite a lot.

For example, Idia ended up having a surprisingly good time with Jade at Epel’s village. He didn’t expect to enjoy hanging out with him as much as he did, but they kind of bonded. A lot of times Jade would say things that would amuse Idia, like when he suggested sabotaging their opponents before the sled race. Idia was instantly on board with that, because, unlike Epel and Sebek, these two had this weird sleazy petty solidarity.

That trip also made Idia fully realise how much of a (mountain) nerd Jade is, which made him kind of relatable to a degree. Idia respects that and is actually happy that he got to know Jade better.

Idia is actually a liiiittle bummed out that they don’t get to hang out anymore after the trip, but whenever they see each other in the school and Jade smiles at him, Idia remembers that time and feels a bit fuzzy.

That being said, none of that made Jade stop teasing Idia together with Floyd, so Idia still needs to be aware of the Tweels lol

Idia is wary of the Tweels, but with Floyd he’s genuinely terrified at times. When he’s with him alone, he feels like Floyd can pounce on him at any moment: he’s too chaotic and unpredictable and god know what he’s capable of, especially when Jade and Azul aren’t around to stop him or at least get him to senses.

Idia is kind of irritated by Floyd ignoring his need for personal space, and Floyd doesn’t give a fuck about personal space: he touches Idia, he strokes his hair, sometimes even nibs on him. This makes Idia shake in horror, which only makes Floyd more playful and interested in him.

Oh, and also Idia is terrified of the fact that the Tweels know some pretty cringy personal stuff about him. He is still traumatized by that time they tried to blackmail him. The Tweels probably have already forgotten about it, but Idia haven’t…