#God i would love it so much. I fucking love socializing and strangers and holding drinks and laughing politely

[caluski]

If I were pretty the only thing I'd basically EVER do would be asking friends and acquaintances if they have parties to attend to and if yes can I please be their plus one. Whenever I hear people complaining that they have weddings or family reunions or birthdays or work parties and every single time I wanna ask them to take me with them soooooo badly. Unfortunately though I am neither a charismatic socialite or an eye candy

[theblackestswan]

Silent Desires | #1

Synopsis — There was a time when you pondered how you'd ever let it be known how much you desired Jungkook. But now? He’s back. And he’s not being silent with his desires anymore.

• Jungkook x F!Reader

• Brothers best friend, childhood friends to somewhat strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, and a bit of angst

• explicit language

• word count: 1.5k+

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"God fucking damnit!"

You screamed as you tried to calm yourself down. Was it working? Absolutely not. But it felt good, right?

The phone rang a couple rings before the person you were not looking for, answered. "Hello sister!" Gross. The sound of anyones happiness, pissed you off right now.

"Jimin, is dad home? I really need him." You said exhaustingly. Please let your dad be home. You need him right now.

You sighed, "It's... just my car. It stopped and won't go into gear..."

"Hey, everything's okay. I'll come get you and check it out. I have someone who might know a thing or two about cars... we'll be there soon."

We?

"Jimin who is-?" Before you could ever ask, he hang up. Probably one of his buddies or a coworker. You honestly didn't care. You just needed to get you and your car home.

You just sat in the drivers seat holding back tears. This car is a piece of junk. Honestly. It's old, lots of miles, but you've done your best to take care of it. The thought of being without a car was scary. How are you gonna get to work? You guess you could rent a car. But that's a lot, and who knows how long you'd need one for. You could buy a new one, but that's even more money. Everyone in your family has jobs, and needs their own car. So you couldn't borrow one. Fuck.

Fuckity fuck fuck.

You didn't have much time to overthink more before you could see Jimin's car pulling up behind yours, off the side of the road.

Curse your brother for having tinted windows, and curse the sun for starting to set, because you had no clue who was in the passenger seat.

You hopped out of your car and popped the hood. You could at least do that much.

"Hey sis! You okay?" No. No I'm not.

"Yeah I'm fine, cold and anxious, but I'm fine." Not a total lie.

You walked Jimin to the hood of your car and gave him a play by play of what happened. He checked all your fluids, and looked at the engine as much as he could. He knew a little about cars, but not as much as your dad did.

You totally forgot about the person in the passenger seat. "Chim, who did..."

Oh fuck.

"Hi Y/N. Car troubles I see?"

You knew that voice anywhere. The boy you befriended when you were 9. The  boy who eventually became better friends with your brother, than you. The boy who moved away when he was 16, but still kept in touch with Jimin, at least.

The boy who turned into a hot fucking man, who is now standing in front of you.

"Jungkookie?"

You were sure your jaw was on the ground. The last time you seen him, in the flesh, was 5 years ago at Jimin's 21st birthday dinner. Sure, you'd see his pictures on social media, and what not, but not in person. Holy shit, is he even real?

Of course he is. Jimin talks all the time about him. Even though he moved, him and Jimin still hang out all the time. Usually they meet somewhere in the middle. He only moved two hours away.

"Ah, you still remember my nickname?" There was that stupid bunny smile. Stupid. Stupidly cute.

"Of course I do. How could I forget?" You flashed him a smile right back. How could you ever forget Jungkook? You only crushed on him for half your life. He was cute. He had always been cute. But once he became more of Jimin's friend, you knew your chances were out the window.

Jimin had one hard rule for his friends. "Leave my little sister alone." He loved being a big brother. He loved being your big brother, even more. He would do anything for you. And that includes keeping you safe. Especially from his friends.

As you got older, you understood that rule, more. Especially when Taehyung was around. Another cute friend of Jimin's, but an absolute flirt, and dare you say, playboy. All of his friends would flirt with you from time to time. Although, you didn't know if it was them actually flirting, or just trying to rile up your brother.

Before you could daydream even more about he man in front of you, Jimin caught you out of your thoughts.

"So, Y/N. Tell Jungkook what happened. He knows cars more than I do."

Suddenly you forgot your words. Jungkook was intimidating. He wasn't the boy you once knew. "I- uh... it was going down the road just fine, t-then, it started j-jerking and I pulled over and it wouldn't switch gears. And now it won't d-do anything."

That felt like it took you 3 weeks to say. You just explained all of this to Jimin in 15 seconds. Pull yourself together.

He just nodded at you, and then started looking over your car more.

God he was hot. You were kinda glad your dad didn't answer.

"It looks like it's your transmission. I'm guessing it probably went out, and you'll need a new one. I can look at it more tomorrow when I can get it off the ground and have more light." He looked at your softly. Surely that's not news anyone wants.

"I'd appreciate that. Thank you."

Jimin rubbed your back to calm you down, "Let's call a tow truck and get it home. Kook can look at it in the morning. He's staying over this weekend."

You sat inside your car while you called your insurance company to see if they could get a tow truck for you. Thankfully they could, and it was on it's way.

Jimin had walked back to his car to call your parents and let them know what was going on. You were just left with the sexy man in front of you.

Do you speak? What is there to say?

"Thank you again for coming with Chim. I really appreciate it. I was hoping my dad was home but... I guess you're okay too." Now what the fuck do you call that?

He chuckled as he looked at the ground, "I'm glad I could help. I'm sorry about all this. Car problems suck."

"It's all good. Had my fair share with this car..." You really didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him. Anyone with a brain would have gotten rid of this car a long time ago. "So uh... what are you doing all the way down here?"

He stared at you blankly. God his eyes alone could ruin you. It was like he was in a trance. He didn't even blink. "Jungkook?" He stared a few seconds longer before he snapped out of whatever it was he was in.

"Sorry, uh... why I'm here... oh! I moved down here actually. Closer to work and I miss you guys." If there was any day light right now, you would see his ears are red. Something that happened when he's embarrassed. Kind of his way of blushing.

"Miss you 'guys'? You mean Jimin?" Surely just Jimin. He had long forgotten about you.

"No, you too."

Huh? 'You too'?

You gulped. There was two ways you could go about this. One, you could tell him off about how he obviously didn't miss you when he left and never really spoke to you. Ever. Or you could play into it and see what exactly he means by that. Before you could even tell yourself which one to go with, your mouth already spoke for you.

"Didn't seem like you missed me too much." You couldn't do this. You didn't even want to continue this conversation. You walked over to Jimin in his car and just listened to the phone call he was having with your parents.

Soon enough, the tow truck was there, and before you, yourself could greet the driver, Jungkook already had it handled. He gave the driver the keys and told him your address. He grabbed your stuff out of your passenger seat and waved the driver off.

"Here, thought you might want these." Again with a soft smile that could destroy you, and he handed you your bag, and jacket.

What the fuck was he doing? Trying to make it up to you?

"I could have done all that by myself. I'm not the little girl you once knew." You gave him the tiniest smirk. What the fuck were you doing? Surely he couldn't see that, this late at night. You walked off and left him while you got in the back of your brothers car.

Thank god it was dark, and you were out of distance, otherwise what Jungkook said would end it all.

"Guess I should find out exactly what that means, Miss Y/N."

He had the same smirk you had, only a lot bigger.

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[jo-harrington]

Freaky Friday - A Stranger Things Story (Part 1)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie and Steve (Enemies to Friends)

Summary: Eddie thinks that Steve has everything in life handed to him on a silver platter (including his new girlfriend who Eddie has a crush on). And Steve just can't believe that the kids look up to Eddie the Freak, or that he lives his life without giving a single fuck.

Must be nice. But you know what they say, the grass is always greener.

Warnings/Themes: AU with no Upside Down. Body swapping, dark magic/alchemy, unrequited love--some crushes at least, Babysitter Steve, No Upside Down means slightly still King Steve, unresolved feelings, manipulation/deception, Reader gets a nickname (Honey), no Y/N if I can help it, no smut in Part 1 but liable to be in other chapters

Note: After a very hot and fast suggestion by @shiftingtherain, this mini-series was born. And instead of working on Store Manager Verse like I wanted to, here we are. This part is a little shorter...it's the intro, sue me. Next few parts will be a tad longer.

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If Eddie never saw Steve Harrington again in his life, it would still be too soon.

He didn't always indulge in rentals from Family Video—if it was too cold and wet to have band practice in Gareth's garage, or if he was having an especially bad week at school, or if he needed something a little more realistic than the illustrations of Heavy Metal magazine to help him satisfy his needs—but today just had that special feel to it.

He'd gotten a B on his math test, Rick had been feeling a little under the weather and let Eddie make the rounds to his usuals for a sweet little cut, and he had found a dusty old book about alchemy and occultism at the library that was going to help him put the finishing touches on tomorrow night's Hellfire session.

For all of that, Eddie thought a little reward was in order.

A little Dark Crystal, a little pizza from Lou's, a little weed...he'd be having the best Thursday night.

Except...

For the past twenty minutes, he'd pretended to hem and haw over the selection of movies just so he could glare across the store at the counter, where Steve stood, flirting and making grandiose promises, with you.

He burned with jealousy, and God, it took almost everything in him not to gag as Steve reached across the counter to slyly hold your hand. And everything else for his heart not to break as you just let it happen.

Eddie didn't know how or when or why this started—when Harrington had gotten his claws into you and how he had managed to charm his way into your heart—when it should have been Eddie instead.

Eddie'd had a crush on you for years but had always been too nervous to do anything about it.

You were a year younger than him, and friends with his pal Mickey's younger sister, so he'd seen you around quite a bit. Smart and funny and pretty; maybe not as unpopular as Eddie was, but certainly not in the running for homecoming court or whatever other social hierarchies were in place at Hawkins High either. He figured...you know, maybe once he got to senior year he'd get the courage. Maybe take you to prom or something; who wouldn't want to go out with a senior?

But he'd gotten the notice from Higgins that he wouldn't be graduating with the rest of the Class of '84 and it really put a damper on his plans.

He had been hopeful again the following year, actually had a few classes with you and sat with you for partner work when no one else wanted to work with him, when they laughed at him. You weren't even afraid to go up to him in the cafeteria to ask a question, or walk with him in the hall if you had to go in the same direction for your next class. You'd talk about assignments mostly, but he savored every little fact he could learn about you. What books you'd been reading, the fact that you watched Svengoolie on Saturday nights—just like he did—or that you'd had some squabble with Mickey's sister over a scrunchie of all things and were no longer speaking.

But Eddie knew how bad his grades were—somehow even worse than the year before—and aside from the work you did with him, he knew it wasn't gonna be enough for him to graduate. So he wasn't gonna put himself in the position for you to laugh in his face—not that you would but...just in case you did—by asking you out.

He thought you would disappear from his life after you graduated. Get the hell out of Hawkins the way everyone else wanted to. But no. You took a few classes at the community college and worked the dinner shift at Benny's a few nights a week. You'd been there every Tuesday night, when he and the guys grabbed food after their gig at the Hideout. The usual booth reserved, drinks already poured by the time they sat down, and their usual orders already written in your little order pad.

You usually gave him extra whipped cream on his slice of cherry pie too.

The guys always urged him to ask for your number...but he never did. How could he? Even if you were stuck in this town the same way he was...he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

And now...here you were, listening to Harrington talk about some great surprise he had planned for your third date the next day.

Eddie wondered why you hadn't screamed in outrage when Steve mentioned how much Nancy Wheeler had liked it when he took her to this mystery place. He would have definitely expected you to at least flinch at the mention of his ex-girlfriend's name.

"It sounds really great," you said instead, smiling and nodding. "I get out of class at 3 on Fridays...should I be here around 4?"

"4 is perfect, honey," Steve grinned.

Eddie couldn't stand to hear whatever sickeningly sweet goodbye you both would come up with so he just grabbed whatever tape was in front of him and approached the counter. You and Steve both flinched when Eddie slammed his selections down on the counter to be checked out.

“Uh…I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye Steve,” you muttered, eyeing Eddie with a half-smile that felt a bit sad. “Bye Eddie.”

"Bye honey."

“Bye honey,” Eddie mocked once you were out the door, then turned back to Steve. “You gonna try and make goo goo eyes at me next Harrington? I don’t have all day.”

“Jesus Munson. What’s up your ass?” Steve scoffed, grabbing the tapes.

“I’m just trying to get my videos and go.” Eddie rapped his knuckles on the counter. “Not really interested in the kind of customer service you're trying to provide."

Steve wondered what the likelihood of getting fired would be, if he just punched that smug look right off of Munson's face.

Keith hated the guy too, he always left the Adult section looking like a mess. Maybe Steve would get a promotion instead.

For years Eddie roamed around Hawkins being a general menace with his gaggle of friends. Causing trouble, shouting at people, making faces at old ladies. He’d gotten “taken in” to the police station one too many times but always seemed to make it out without actually being arrested. Which baffled Steve; Eddie was a drug dealer for crying out loud.

And yeah, Steve had even asked him to come and deal at a party or two but…people like that were bad. Simple as that.

Even after all of that, after you got past the “bad boy” persona….he was a fucking nerd. He wasn’t even cool like the bad boys in movies were. Steve felt like someone was tricking him the first time he had walked past the Hellfire Club’s table in the cafeteria. For all the leather and chains and band tees—all the talk of satanic rituals and blood sacrifices—there was sure a lot of talk about elves and…and bards and Star Wars.

So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to Steve that the kids would flock to Eddie by the time they made it to Hawkins High.

But it had been. A huge shock.

His unexpected little gaggle of morons…weren’t really his anymore.

Steve had dropped Dustin off on the first day of school and said “don’t get into any trouble.” Even made Robin promise to keep an eye out for him. He expected the kid to…join the mathletes or something. Get roped in with the science nerds.

But by the end of the week, the kids were all clamoring about how they would need to reschedule movie nights with Steve so they could go to Hellfire club with Eddie.

Steve couldn’t understand it. Eddie was a freak, a punk, some good for nothing…and now the kids were suddenly following him like he was some sort of prophet. Spreading the word of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

See? Steve could do the nerd talk too when he wanted...thanks to Dustin.

Who, much to Steve's annoyance, was apparently Eddie's biggest fan. The guy could do no wrong in Dustin's eyes, and it really irked Steve.

Will and Lucas were spending Saturdays at the library—not for homework, but for research because apparently Eddie really liked incorporating mythology into his campaigns. (Whatever that meant.) Mike was growing his hair out because "Eddie's hair was cool.” What about Steve, whose literal nickname was The Hair? Shit, he'd even seen Eddie give Max a ride to school on a few occasions when he was late dropping Robin off. And he knew Max and her mom had been having a hard time since her step-dad skipped town and Billy...

Steve knew some of the town gossip about Eddie was just a bunch of bullshit...but if Max Mayfield was cool with him?

Yeah, he just couldn't help but be suspicious of the guy.

Regardless, the sooner Steve could get him out of the store, the better his night was gonna get.

...actually...

"That's gonna be $10." Steve announced dryly.

"Woah, $10?!" Eddie scoffed. "I have a membership."

"Since when?" Steve asked, hands immediately landing on his hips.

"I use one every time I'm in here."

"Yeah you use Reefer Rick's."

"So?"

"New policy," Steve lied, hoping it would get Eddie out of his hair for a good while. "No sharing memberships outside of your family. Last I checked, your last name isn't Lipton. So you either cough up the $25 for a new membership Munson, or the $10 for your rental. What's it gonna be?"

Eddie grumbled and dug his wallet out of his pocket, slamming the money on the counter.

"Any candy?" Steve asked mockingly before grabbing the cash.

Eddie grabbed the tape and grumbled under his breath as he exited the store.

Yeah, Steve wasn't gonna be dealing with him any time soon.

For a second though, as he went to start processing returns, he wondered...

If Eddie was in some ritualistic cult...what kind of curse could he possibly put on me?

But that was a dumb thought to have.

Eddie's night just went down hill from the minute he left Family Video.

He didn't notice that they'd given him the wrong pizza at Lou's so now he was stuck with some specialty veggie pie with broccoli on it, the tape he had grabbed indiscriminately had been some artsy foreign romance crap, and just now he'd just spilled Dr. Pepper all over his Hellfire notebook.

"Fuck," he shouted as it spilled over the side of the coffee table and onto his sock-clad feet. He couldn't give a shit about the carpet, he could even ignore his wet socks, but his notebook. Weeks of work, planning and toiling over the most sadistic campaign.

He liked to keep all of the notes of Hellfire's completed campaigns, a sort of...record for future kids to look back on and reference. And now this specific masterpiece would be lost to memory.

He cleaned everything up as best he could before making a quick trip back to his room for an extra notebook or something he could use to salvage his plans for tomorrow's session. He had always been really bad at...keeping spare notebooks on hand. Even the ones he'd used for class always ended up covered in his drawings or notes, little bits and ideas of dialogue he could use for speeches or NPCs.

The best he could find was his math notebook from last year which, surprisingly, sat relatively untouched.

Eddie knew why: that was a class he shared with you. And as he opened to some random mostly-empty page, he saw his little scribbles in the margins surrounding half-faded, penciled-in algebraic equations. Daggers and hearts and his and your initials intertwined together.

It was the one class where he would never encounter partner work with you, so he felt compelled to fill the pages with his daydreams instead of fantasies and lore. You would never see it.

"Well," he huffed as he dropped back down onto the floor and slapped the notebook onto the coffee table. He grabbed his pen and scribbled over the drawings on the page. "Now that she's with Harrington, no use living in this fantasy. Fuck, I was stupid, so stupid to ever think she would want anything to do with me."

He grabbed the dusty old alchemical book from the library and found his place, staring at old sigils and runes and text indiscriminately until he came upon one that looked too perfect for the campaign. Concentric circles, arcane lettering, angular lines...

While Eddie would usually use a clean page for something like this—something he would hand off to his players—he drew a copy of the sigil onto the page and planned to rip the edges off, maybe singe them with his lighter to make it look more authentic.

He kept staring at the still-noticeable doodles beneath the pen scribbles and his heart ached a little in his chest.

Yeah, he would definitely want to burn those too.

By the time he was done copying the sigil, a wave of exhaustion overtook him and he glanced down at his watch.

It wasn't much later than he usually went to bed on a weeknight...

He stared at the half-ruined notes for tomorrow's session that he still needed to rewrite and sighed.

"Fuck it, I'll just redo them in the morning." He got up and stretched his arms over his head. "I can just sleep in tomorrow. Skip class. Show up for Hellfire. Who cares anymore.”

He put the rest of the pizza in the fridge for Wayne and then headed to bed, only to be plagued with dreams of scribbled out love hearts, movie theater candy, guitar solos, and big red gum.

When Eddie woke up the next morning, he felt...honestly felt like he was floating on a cloud. Every muscle in his body felt looser, yet somehow tighter at the same time. His skin felt tighter, like it wasn't right, like it didn't fit somehow, it was suffocating him.

He must have died but he wasn't quite sure if this was heaven or hell.

His eyes burned and blurred slightly as he opened them and what he saw was...unexpected.

Gone were the off-white walls, his posters, the piles of his crap, and that concerning patch of probably-mold in the corner of the ceiling. Instead there was a sturdy ceiling, plaid-papered walls, and matching curtains?

Eddie groaned and rolled over.

What the fuck was this place?

There was a slam of a door somewhere that practically shook the walls surrounding Eddie and as he sat up, he found himself only wearing...briefs? He didn't wear briefs.

This wasn’t his bed, wasn’t his room…wasn’t his… body?

He looked down at his chest, his arms, his hands…his fingers weren’t right, he didn’t have this many freckles and moles, he didn’t have…abs, if that’s what you could call the slight definition on his torso. Still it was more than his body had ever had. His skin…was itchy and mostly hairless.

Eddie reached up and touches his hair—shorter than he was used to, not curly…at all—then his face, as if that was any indicator to what he—

“A mirror!” He exclaimed. His voice…sounded familiar, but different. Fuck what kind of dream was this?

Because it had to be a dream right? It had to be. How else did he wake up in someone else’s body?

He pushed himself out of the bed, walking slightly off-cadence, which…yeah probably came with the territory of your brain needing to get used to a new body. Fuck…was his brain even his brain or did his mind just get transported what was happening?

Ugh it was too early to think about that.

Eddie slowly cracked the bedroom door open and peaked into the rest of the house. He spotted a bathroom just across the way, otherwise…shit, this place actually looked a little familiar. Where the fuck was he? Who the fuck was he?

He quickly crossed the landing into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He heaved a breath and leaned back against the door for a moment to calm himself; his hands were shaking and felt cold. Could he even feel his fingers? Nice to know the occasional nervousness that snuck up on him at his lowest moments hadn’t been left behind in his old body, that they’d followed him to this one.

His body…would it still be in his bed? What if he really had died and…had jumped into his new body? Was this reincarnation?

Fuck, if he was dead…Wayne would find him. Could he even…see his uncle again? How could he ever explain who he was?

Eddie felt the tears prick his eyes and his throat tighten and he slapped his face a few times.

“Come on man, come on,” he muttered. “It’s not that bad. It’s only…mildly awful. Fuck, ok. Just go, just look, just…rip it off like a bandaid.”

Eddie took a deep breath and nodded, then crossed the short distance to stand in front of the sink. He stared at his new feet, wiggled his new toes. You never…appreciated the toes you had until you have new ones.

That was awful and you’re an idiot. Just look.

Eddie closed his eyes again and turned his face up towards the mirror. He could do it. He would do it.

He opened his eyes.

“Jesus H. Christ!”

Steve woke up feeling like absolute shit. Everything ached—like he had pulled a muscle or something by sleeping crookedly—he had awful cottonmouth, and he had inhaled…some yarn or something because he woke up coughing and gagging until he got the intrusive strands out of his mouth.

“Gahh, shit, shit,” he said and scratched at his throat. He sounded hoarse. Ugh was he getting sick? He’d have to ask his mom to bring home some soup or something.

Could he call out of work? Shit he had to take Robin to school. She could walk today, he felt awful.

Steve blinked his eyes open and took in the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling with growing concern.

He looked around at the…piles of garbage and the cracks in the plaster walls partially covered by band posters...and felt the rise of panic grow within him. He tried to recall the night before.

He’d wrapped up his shift at Family Video, gone home and had a rare dinner with both of his parents, then…felt extremely tired and went to bed.

So how did he end up here…wherever here was?

This was a kidnapping; it had to be. He was…drugged—explained the cottonmouth—and kidnapped. And now someone was holding him for ransom or something to…blackmail his father? Thomas Harrington was kind of a dick sometimes, sure, but still…he was a pretty decent guy. Who would want to blackmail him?

“H-hello?” Steve called out. “Anyone there? C-can anyone hear me?”

There was some shuffling outside of the door of the room.

Thankfully Steve wasn’t tied up or anything. God, what kind of kidnappers were these? He quickly glanced around the room for a weapon of some sort and he immediately spotted...

A guitar? A few guitars actually. Man these kidnappers really liked music huh?

One was a weird shape--he'd seen some hair metal bands use guitars like that in magazines, but he'd never seen one in person--and was a mottled red color. One was just what you'd expect when someone said "electric guitar." And one was acoustic and looked like it could pack a real wallop.

Bingo.

Steve pushed himself out of the bed and immediately jumped because whatever had been in his mouth was on his shoulders now. He reached up to grab it: hair. Long, wavy, messy...knotty and frizzy. Like it hadn't been brushed for days, maybe weeks?

And his arm, sticking out from whatever t-shirt he'd been put in...was lithe and weak and there were tattoos. On both arms. A creepy claw hand and a bunch of bats.

What was this? How long had they held him hostage for? No wonder they didn't feel the need to tie him up! He'd been knocked out cold.

He needed to get out of here. Now. He needed to get home.

Steve crossed the room to grab the guitar when he noticed it. At first he thought it was another person. But no, it was just a mirror...and in the mirror...his reflection.

Only it wasn't...his reflection.

It had startled him and he had jumped. Then he moved his arms a little and watched the figure in the mirror mimic him. Over and over.

A wave, a turn, a funny face.

He couldn’t believe it. This had to be a joke. A dream. A nightmare.

Because it was him, his reflection. But it was not his—Steve Harrington’s—reflection.

It was Eddie Munson's.

[sant-riley]

[Ghost with a reader who is mentally ill/neurodivergent]

[could be considered part of gen z! teddy]

▪︎ Disclaimer/A/N: this is my personal take on Ghost and how he’d be in this scenario and my personal experiences with my mental illness. This may not line up to your experience and that’s ok! I encourage you to write your own and share it <3

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Hot take, Ghost may at first may not be able to handle it but the people who say he would leave you alone and let you fend for yourself? Wrong. Look at that man’s home life and growing up, he knows how bad it can get and will never let you slip that far down. He loves you and he’s gonna put in effort.

Ghost isn’t a stranger to mental illness, he’s in the military and has his own that he would never admit openly. However, sprinkle in neurodivergence and he’s kinda stumped.

You infodump him alot about your interests, like a ridiculous amount but he genuinely enjoys it and finds it relaxing to see you so passionate about something.

God help the asshole who interrupts you and asks “who cares?” Bc ghost is gonna stand up quicker than anyone realizes and fucking grabs the dude by the collar and shakes him around. He is extremely protective already but any blatant disrespect??? He absolutely will not stand for it.

Stimming is fun because he lets you grab his hands and mess with his fingers, tracing your fingers across his along with tracing his tattoo. He finds it soothing and will glare at anyone who side eyes you.

He likes when you both lay in bed, with you playing with his dog tags when you lay on his chest. It’s his favorite thing in the entire world and will blush if you bring it up.

He finds himself repeating back your phrases that you take from the internet, he doesn’t even realize he’s quoting some trend bc he doesn’t use social media.

In return you start to repeat HIM and now it’s an echo chamber. Why the fuck are you developing the Manchester accent now and why does it sound so authentic-

One of the best people to be around when you’re having a depressive episode, while he won’t make you talk, he won’t let you wallow by yourself. It isn’t a strange sight for Ghost to be in your room and just sit in your proximity. He’ll hold you if you want and tell you shitty puns but if not, that’s fine.

He knows your tells and when you start to get anxious or overwhelmed and will subtly press some kind of body part of his to yours, helping you ground yourself. It’s not strange to see him sit next to you everywhere with his legs spread out, his thigh up against yours while he talks to Soap.

He doesn’t take it to heart when you start to get snappy or bitter, he acknowledges that it’s the illness and will stare at you til you’re done and then ask if you want to go somewhere.

On days where you won’t leave your bed, he’ll make sure to bring you easy meals and water to make sure you’re at least taken care of before he leaves for the gym. Kissing you on your forehead and telling you to call if you need anything.

Ghost fucking spoils you, will buy you anything your little heart desires even if you have the money yourself. Bro will go on Etsy and find things he think you’d like and will buy it for you

He doesn’t understand the obsession with these fictional characters but hey if they make you happy

Ghost is your person, the one you go to when you’re feeling good and the one you go to when you’re at your lowest and he doesn’t care which one you’re feeling, he loves being that person for you. It makes him feel loved and important in ways he hasn’t felt in a very long time, if not ever.

You apologize so often about being a burden and he’ll always gently shake you by your shoulders and will remind you that “I would not be doing this if I didn’t want to, yeah? You’re my partner. We’re a team sweetheart. You’ll never be too much for me.”

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@perilous-pasta @ihatethisappsomuchitpains

@marsbar127xx @baddump

@hailstrum18 @pretty-little-bunny382728 @mzfandom @solarslushee @areislol

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@beyondblissxoxo @uwu-i-purple-you

[badasgirlfriend]

Love On The Down Low | Bada Lee Social Media AU

pairings: bada lee x zhong lei

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a/n: lei my clumsy pookie

taglist: { @1luvkarina , @hallotherenicetomeetyou @fillthwvoid , @kdacase @prilux @jjlovesbada @waveartistry , @dkluvs , @pinksults , @tikitsune , @b1ackbunny , @adaiasafira, @froufrousnowman , @99ycs, @badaslali , @italiekim , @saturnushasmyback , @heedoya @fairiechuu @itsbokutosjuicyass , @tnu-ree @jesuschrist2006 @asweetcollide , @ssivinee , @downbadforbada }

Lei cleared her throat as she looked at the two strangers sitting in her living room. This wasn't quite how she had imagined the encounter would go.

"Um, if you're hungry, I have some extra pancakes-"

"I'm not hungry." the oreo haired girl said through clenched teeth

Lei glanced at the girl's hoodie, which was covered in whipped cream and grimaced. She's so dumb

"I'm sorry again about your hoodie," Lei said, holding out a box full of tissues. "Here, have some..... more."

The taller girl took the box, using a bit more force than necessary. She took several tissues and began slowly wiping away the remaining cream. Lei bowed repeatedly, her apologies becoming more desperate. It seemed like the situation couldn't get any worse.

"Very well, shall we begin?" The older man cleared his throat. He was tired of this situation already and eager to leave.

"Yes, please"

It was honestly funny and sad at the the current situation that Lei put herself in

It all started with the incessant alarm that kept beeping, refusing to stop. This had awakened Lei, who groaned as a massive headache hit her like a brick in the head.

"Fuck"

One eye open and one locked shut, she grabbed her phone, stopping the noisy alarm. Too sleepu to check all the messages she had received, she cleared all notifications. But once she found the time, she was wide awake, and her eyes widened in shock.

"FUCK!"

She jolted forward with sudden awareness, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning, and she remembered that Bada had texted her yesterday, informing her that they would arrive at around 11

She was fucked

She didn't have the time to take some pills for her brutal hangover headache that had already become a constant, gnawing presence in her head.

Damn it, I shouldn't have gotten drunk with Hanni and Felix yesterday...

Half-heartedly, she tried to put on some decent clothing and style her hair in an attempt at a ponytail. But she didn't care that much about her appearance as she dashed downstairs towards the kitchen

She grabbed the milk and eggs from the fridge, along with the flour from the pantry. With quick efficiency, she pulled out a flat pan and a large bowl from the cupboard, as if on autopilot.

"I can't mess this up," she muttered to herself as she cracked the eggs.

In her mind, her plan had been to wake up at 9 to make a lovely breakfast for Bada, but that obviously failed miserably. So now, with no other option, she was left with the task of making pancakes.

She was relieved that she had cleaned the house Bada will live , as well as her own house, days ago with the help of Hanni. That way, at least she could welcome Bada with a clean living room and a neat kitchen.

She picked up her phone as she whisked the batter. She had no idea what kind of coffee Bada drank, so she settled for the simplest one, ordering it for both of them.

The aroma of the freshly cooked pancakes made Lei smile to herself as she put another one on the plate. One by one, she was adding to the pile of pancakes, she was glad that she was managing to make them properly, though she wished she didn't jinx it

"Motherf*cker!" She screamed in pain as she accidentally put her hand near the oven, burning herself. "Fuck this shit, fuck you, fuck everyone, it fucking hurts!!! Oh my fucking god"

Her mouth kept spewing out curses for a minute or two, as she rushed to the sink and sighed in relief at the cold water that flowed onto her skin.

She let out a painful groan when she felt her phone ring. Snatching up the device, she answered the call. "What?" She snapped, her voice still hoarse from the early morning yelling.

"Woah, relax tiger," she heard Felix voice on the other end. "No need to be so aggressive."

Lei sighed, grabbing a towel to dry her hand.

"Fuck you, Felix" she said, "What do you want."

A scoff emerged from Felix on the other end. "I'm just calling to see how you're doing, I didn't ask to be attacked."

Lei rolled her eyes at Felix's comment "I'm making pancakes, or at least trying to," she muttered, "Bada is going to show up any second now, and everything is a mess, I burned my hand, and I need to put whipping cream and some fruits in these pancakes" she said it all in one breath, feeling overwhelmed and stressed

"It's all your fault"

Felix gasped "Bitch I breathed"

"You got us drunk last night" Lei exclaimed

"You wanted to"

"That doesn't mean you should let me"

The dark-haired girl grabbed the whipped cream, and started spreading it on the still steaming hot pancakes.

"Felix, I wanna die," she heard him chuckle.

"We'll do it together" he said with a smile.

She adjusted her phone better, holding her phone up with her shoulder so that her hands were free. "I'm surprised Hanni hasn't called to ask about Bada" she said.

"She hasn't?"

"No, no call. I'm starting to get concerned," Lei joked. She grabbed the plate filled with freshly cut strawberries and the hot pancakes, and headed towards the other counter. As she got there, however, the doorbell rang. Lei jumped in shock, the plate wobbled dangerously in her hands.

Lei cursed under her breath as she realized the coffees had arrived.Everything was becoming too much for her to handle. The nonstop rambling from Felix, the constant ringing of the doorbell, and the oil burning on the pan she had forgotten about, was turning the situation into a complete mess. She felt like her head was going to explode, and she didn't know what to do next.

The doorbell continued to ring incessantly, and for a moment, she felt like throwing everything to the ground and sobbing in a corner. She couldn't think straight when she was stressed, and that's why she sprinted towards the door with the two plates in her hands and the phone supported by her shoulder.

"I'm coming- Felix shut your mouth"

On the other side of the door, Bada let out a long sigh as she waited for the door to be opened. She had a black bucket hat on her head, with a mask to cover her face. She was regretting her choice of wardrobe now, considering the hot weather in Australia.

Her departure from the group was truly heartbreaking. Bada did her best to fight back tears, trying not to upset her sisters even further. But Yeeun, in particular, was inconsolable, since Bada was her go-to person whenever she felt down. With Bada gone, Yeeun and the other girls felt their world turn upside down.

Bada was overwhelmed and not entirely sure of what was going on. So much was changing so fast, from the bullying scandal to the hiatus being announced to having to move in with a complete stranger. This was definitely not what she had planned, and she wasn't sure what to expect or how to deal with it all. She was just taking everything as it came, fuck it

"Where is that damn girl?", her manager hissed at her, looking at his watch in frustration.

Bada rolled her eyes and felt like she was at her wit's end. She didn't reply, but took a step forward and leaned in to ring the bell again.

As her fingers touched the doorbell, the door suddenly swung open with such force that it startled Bada.

Lei jumped, startled by the masked person she saw staring at her, completely blocking her view.

Her phone slipped, falling to the ground with a loud 'thud'. She completely forgot the pancakes she was holding in the other hand, more focused on the phone

Bada's eyes widened in surprise and horror as she saw the pancakes covered in whipped cream slipping out of the plate, it all happened so fast since she was really close to the door the pancakes fell on her hoodie

If she had been excited to move in with Chenle's sister before, then that excitement was gone now.

Lei felt her right hand become lighter unexpectedly, so she turned her head to see what had happened.

"My pancakes..." Lei gave a small cry of frustration, all her hard work now gone on the ground

"My hoodie..." Lei gulped as she heard the unfamiliar voice, and her gut told her it was the voice she had been expecting, but she refused to believe it. She had gone through enough horrors this morning, and she just couldn't take it anymore.

Their eyes met, and she could see the annoyance in Bada's eyes, and that made the whole situation infinitely worse. An older man was standing behind the tall girl, and he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, visibly annoyed too.

The shorter girl raised her hand and gave an awkward wave "Hello Im Lei"

Lei wanted to run into a highway and hope a truck runs her over as she recalled the the embarrassing first meeting she had with the idol

"Alright, so," Mr. Kang, who had introduced himself as Bada's manager, pulled some papers from his leather bag and slid them toward Lei.

It was a contract, which Lei picked up and started reading intently.

"I need you to sign these papers, it's a simple contract that we need to have due to security and privacy reasons" Mr. Kang said calmly, as Lei gulped and read through the papers.

She could see that there was indeed a clause that stated she could not reveal or leak the information that Bada resides here or she would face legal consequences.

"Alright," Lei's voice was soft, and Bada narrowed her eyes at her as if she was sensing something was off. As Lei read through the contract, Bada saw her face pale in surprise, her curiosity piqued.

'She is breath-takingly gorgeous' Bada thought , her eyes lingering on every detail of Lei's face

Her eyes were sharp and piercing, but soft at the same time. Her plush lips were a distraction, a welcome one. Her hair was tied up in a loose, yet messy ponytail, and her oversized shirt and sweatpants made her look relaxed and at home.

"Alright," Lei picked up the pen and signed the papers, this was it. Her heart was racing, even the pen felt heavy in her hands.

Lei was avoiding Bada's gaze, that girl was too perfect, the dancer is beautiful in the pictures, but in real life she's a goddess. She thought this was gonna be easy and fast but how wrong she was

The man clapped his hands "Ok, I'm done here." He picked up the papers and stood up, saying, "My plane leaves in an hour, so I'll get going."

Bada muttered, "Finally," as she got up and Lei followed. Lei was not small, around 5'8, but standing next to Bada, she felt really short.

Damn

When they got to the door, Bada's manager looked at Lei, giving her a tight smile before looking at Bada with a stern look.

Lei understood the message that was being sent; if Bada's manager wanted privacy, then Lei would give it to him "I'll get the keys for the other house, it was nice meeting you Mr Kang"

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Kang," Lei bowed her head and rushed upstairs.

Bada's manager took a deep breath "Bada, I've already told you all this before, but I can't stress this enough. Don't go out in crowded places; don't post on social media, dont tell anyone about your location"

"Got it" Bada mumbled

"And most of all, don't do anything with that girl that could make things more complicated than they already are."

Bada rolled her eyes at her manager's sentence. She knew he wasn't fond of her sexuality, but Bada could care less. The thought of her manager thinking she was going to have something going on with Lei was hilarious to Bada. She wasn't interested in the girl at all, but it was still entertaining to see him trying to set boundaries that she would never follow anyway.

"I'm serious, Bada don't mess this up. I won't be seeing you again for quite some time, but we'll keep in contact. When we talk again, I'll let you know about the court case and everything."

"You didnt leave yet" Lei's voice made them look towards her "wait- i mean"

She closed her eyes cursing herself, she really needs to think before talking

Bada tried to cover her chuckle when she saw the look on her managers face, it was priceless

Mr. Kang gritted his teeth, this girl "Don't worry, Miss Lei, I'll be leaving now," he said with a fake smile. With one big thump, the door was shut, and a sense of awkwardness lingered in the air.

Lei was fixated on the door while Bada looked around the hallway, taking in the sights. The walls were full of pictures of Lei and Chenle, her and her parents and friends.

"I'm sorry again about your hoodie, just give it to me, and I'll try to wash it," Lei said and Bada groaned at her repeated apologies.

"This is the third time you've apologized, stop," Bada said, sounding irritated now.

Lei felt taken aback by Bada's harshness. She knew that Bada was annoyed, but she wished she wouldn't keep making it so obvious. It wasn't like Lei had wanted the hoodie to get dirty in the first place

She couldn't help but say "Well if it annoys you then let's make it four, sorry" she opened the door harshly and stepped outside

Bada rolled her eyes and sighed under her breath. "God help me" she mumbled, following right behind her.

Lei made her way towards the creamy-colored house in front of hers, unlocking the door to let herself in. She glanced behind her to see if Bada followed her, and she did

"This is where you will stay," Lei explained as she led Bada into the living room. Lei pointed to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room, and added, "You can also enter from the other door too, which is on the other side of the hallway."

Bada looked around the room, noticing the creamy-colored walls and the comfortable-looking couches. It was a small space, but it was pretty, and Bada loved the comfortable atmosphere.

"The bathroom is there," Lei said, pointing at the white door at the end of the hallway.

"I'll show you your bedroom now," she added.

The girls walked upstairs, Bada able to see there were four rooms in total.

Lei opened the first room that was closest to the stairs, and said, "This is your room."

The room had plain white walls with subtle grey accents, creating a simpl aesthetic. The wooden bed frame adds a warm touch to the room "It's really pretty"

Lei didn't reply, instead, she moved on to the next room. "This is the storage room, the other one is another bathroom again. There you have the laundry and everything," she explained quickly.

Bada pointed at the door of the last room, "What about that?"

"It's just an empty room," Lei replied. "We don't use it for anything. So you can use it for anything honestly you can even practice there."

Bada nodded, her hands in her pockets and her hat still on. "Thank you again," she said.

But Lei was having none of it, still bitter from their earlier interactions. "This is your third time saying 'thank you' Bada," she said, her tone harsh and cold.

The idol got goosebumps at the sound of her name rolling off of Lei's lips, to her it was sweet and soft.

"Stop" Lei repeated, using Bada's own words from earlier. Bada bit her lip nodding, she deserved it.

"I'll be going now," Lei said, handing Bada the keys. "The fridge is full, I did the groceries yesterday."

Bada took the keys and their fingers touched for a split second, sending a jolt of electricity between them. Both Lei and Bada quickly brushed the moment off and ignored it.

"If you need anything, just let me know" Lei added.

"Yeah, okay" Bada mumbled, her eyes following Lei as she walked downstairs.She wanted to call Lei's name but stopped herself. It's not that serious.

She grabbed her suitcases and walked into the room where she would be staying. With a heavy sigh, she flopped down on the bed, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. This wasn't going to end well

Bada tried to be strong when she was with her members, not wanting them to worry about her feelings. Lying became easy for her, and the words "I'm fine, don't worry" entered ber daily vocabulary

She knew that her members cared about her, but she didn't want to burden them with her problems. So she put on a brave face and tried to seem strong, even when she was feeling weak inside.

But now, she was alone. She didn't have to be strong anymore, and she could finally let out all her tears. Her tears fell freely, like a never-ending stream, as she finally allowed herself to feel all the hurt and sadness she had spent so long suppressing.

[neon-junkie]

Tech would be one of those guys who is down baaaaaaad for his wife. He would worship the ground that you walk on. A Morticia and Gomez kind of love.

He's smug as fuck about you, but not to an overbearing point. Cocky remarks whenever you do something incredible, even if that's simply breathing. "I did not romantically pursue her purely for her ethereal appearance," he'll gloat with a raised brow, and an expression that reads 'duh!'

Always has his hand around your waist when you're out in public, a silent reminder that you're his; yet, Tech isn't worried. He knows your loyalty lies with him, and any fool who attempts to hit on you is only going to be shot down. And on the odd occasion that said person is persistent? Tech can hold his own in a fight, but the stranger doesn't need to worry about him - it's you that'll be throwing the punches.

Those bloody knuckles? Tut tut. "Darling, I told you to ignore him. Idiocy is not a trait of yours, so why bother attempting to stoop to his level?"

At least you'll be getting extra kisses tonight - you know, on top of those kisses that Tech gives you every single night. Bare chest to bare chest as Tech gawks at you. His eyes are sleepy, almost permanent red indents around them from where his goggles sit, but Maker forbid that he shuts his eyes without spending (at least) twenty minutes fawning over you, only for you to greet him in his dreams.

Breakfast in bed, a foot rub, if you need it. "Is there anything else that you require, my dear?" Half of the time, you don't need to ask; Tech knows what you want, what you need. He knows your body language, your facial expressions, the nervous twitch to your fingertips, and how your chest rises and falls in tense situations. Tech is there to catch you before you've even started falling because, whilst his mind and sight is on the task at hand, his heart is focused on you, and silent alarm bells blare in his head whenever you're in the range of trouble.

On those odd occasions that you're not with him, all Tech does is talk about you. If only he had a mute button - hah! his brothers wish he did. Still, talking about you beats his information dumps. At least you're interesting.

Tech is so proud to be with you, "I do not wear this band on my finger for any odd reason." He just wants to show you off to the world. How did he, a clone - not just a clone, but a defective one, a bad member of the batch - manage to pull you? What sort of Gods have blessed him? Who does he need to thank over and over for such a blessing?

Maybe that's why he makes it clear how much he adores you. Maybe that's why he doesn't fight his inner demons at night. You love him, flaws and all, and if anything, you've helped him overcome his insecurities; a receding hairline, lack of social cues, bad sleeping habits, only eats when he feels like he has to, and so on. You viewed him like this - this, in a derogative tone - and saw something in him that he doesn't see in himself.

And for that, Tech worships you. He adores you. He's so proud of you. There isn't a single soul, a being in any galaxy, who is luckier than Tech, purely because he gets to love you, and be loved in return.

[sroloc--elbisivni]

i am not going into anthropology for many reasons but if i DID go into anthropology i would want to look at anthropology of tourism because. the dynamics you find playing out in any given tourist area around locals and visitors are fucking fascinating. just going off my own experience living in coastal Maine, there’s layers of…these people are the reason your family’s business hasn’t gone under. they’re a fucking plague on the land. you market to attract travelers and complain about the traffic. so much shit is built specifically for tourist season and lies empty the rest of the year—would you rather have a ghost town or hordes of strangers here to consume the landscape that makes the background of your life? i know someone who had been a resident in a tourist area for ten years already when her son was born and a neighbor informed her “a cat can have her kittens in the oven but it doesn’t make them biscuits.” there’s the very obvious power of coming in with the money to spend and there’s the far more subtle power of ‘this is OUR place and we are LETTING you come here’ that locals wrap around themselves like a shield. there’s the very particular kind of stir crazy you go as a rural teenager when strangers flit in and out of this place you feel trapped in, and they just get to marvel at or mock it before they get to go away again. there’s the exhale of shoulder season and knowing you have your world to yourself again but also it just got so much smaller. there’s the attachment you get as a visitor to a place you’ve been every year your entire life that can exist without ever understanding what that place looks like when it hasn’t put on bells for you. there’s so much about living year-round in a tourist area that gets baked into your psyche and any conversation with a local over coffee can get you a treatise on social dynamics from their point of view, if you ask the right question. everyone has their own opinion on what it means to lay proprietary claim to a place while also having to offer it up to outsiders on a platter in order to survive. and this isn’t even touching on property holding.

anyway. we are all at some point in our lives going to be tourists somewhere else. for the love of god practice being a polite one.

[desires-of-chain]

Tasty brain brought up a scenario straight out of those 90s shoujo mangas (you know the ones. With all the political intrigue and psychological warfare) where the reader is isekaid and ends up being a concubine for protection. But. BUT. OHOHOHO, I'm not going to the dubcon, sexist crap here!

Let's put it this way: headcanon where in Hyrule, there's a honeymoon period of a month whenever someone gets married or got a new concubine. Because what if they're strangers? We're not gonna jump straight into baby making right away, there needs to be adjusting periods, getting to know each other, easing each other into intimacy especially if one or both parties are virgins, etc etc depending on the social norms regarding intimacy and sex allowed between unmarried people prior akjdjdkd so we got lotsa time for talking, teasing, and loads of foreplay until they do ittt and indulge in kink.

Reader and Fierce Deity are very Respectful. There's defs a power imbalance in a lot of things so they gotta navigate around that and have talks over cultures to avoid misunderstandings. (See 🎀 here furiously hammering away the typical tropes that cockblock or destroy fun, consensual sex.) Also, as soon as they figured out the mutual horniness and actual affection, they immediately start hashing out the stuff they are fine with and how to proceed with it with ALL THE TEASING AND FLIRTING AND SEXUAL TENSION. Maybe it's Reader who's the virgin. Maybe it's Fierce Deity. Maybe both. Or maybe they're both experienced and just hashing things out before they jump in the bed or the nearest surface.

People are gonna expect Fierce Deity always being the dominant one but NO, THAT'S NOT FUN AT ALL, NO, HE LIKES IT WHEN HE SURRENDERS AND GETS REWARDED FOR IT. People tend to focus waaay too much on one aspect of the war god and HERE'S HIS TINY BRIDE ACCEPTING EVERY ASPECT OF HIM. They're both switches but Fierce Deity is yet to experience the joys of being a sub because everyone is too damn scared "to be that audacious go a god." (To be fair, they're right, but Fierce Deity is a pleasant sort of exception.) Tiny mortal is a dom of the scariest mofo in the pantheon. People would not believe it, that's too absurd, right?

People would not know about a war god on his knees, head between his concubine's thighs and lips inches away from her core, only because his concubine is holding a leash taut and the collar is keeping him at that agonizing distance. He can break out of it but he's not going to. Or perhaps his concubine had been sneaky and created the collar and leash out of divine materials again to render him truly helpless. No one else but her would know about how hard his cock gets when he's powerless and at her mercy and forced to beg for a taste of her.

No one would know about when he had been on top, fucking her ruthlessly and keeping her from her own release, the woman who would grin and have the gall to goad him, insulting how he's taking her: "Are you a really god or just dog in a rut?" And he'd promptly make his rude little wife submit, lovingly break her like how she lovingly breaks him.

There's loads more in my head, like the fact she's made concubine and NOT his wife since a) she doesn't want to be immortal (yet) and b) divine politics: nobody is gonna want a mere mortal to get elevates to their level, she gotta be immortal first! But I'm still in a horny mood so focus on sexy times it is!

-🎀

🎀 anon, bestie, i'm eatin this shit up. I swear if you don't continue, I'm gon go feral. /j

okay, okay, but like I love the idea of reader being a lil shit to Fierce in bed and also domming him???? I JUST KNOW THAT MAN IS NUTTIN' ON THE SPOT.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

HI OH MY GOD. i love your writing style for pluto sm, can i get headcanons for a reader like Eulalie ??? i love her sm <3 ty !!

A/N: Omg thank you so much Anon that's adorable!! I made this a gn!reader haha sorry if that wasn't what was intended-

Pluto x reader who's like Eulalie headcanons

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Oh gosh you're his literal ray of sunshine

You don't even imagine, like

You're the optimist to his pessimistic side

Every time he sees you or hear you he can't help but feel like this world is suddenly a bit warmer and easier to live in

You make him smile

On a daily basis

He basically can't look at you without smiling

Even is he's in a bad mood his heart will melt a bit at your mere presence

I feel like he would be extremely protective of you too

Because you seem so oblivious he gets scared someone might trick you and hurt you :0

So as far as he's concerned, he's right by your side/behind you shooting death stares to any stranger who talks to you

Some will say he's creepy but to you this is the cutest thing in the world

He's your social support catboy

If you want some privacy tho he'll totally respect that and walk away

(but not without glancing at you with worried eyes for as long as he can see you)

But if he doesn't trust the person you're talking to, he'll stay close enough to be able to hear you if you scream or call for him

You know? Just in case anything happens

When he has a bad day he likes to hug you tight and hide his face in you chest or neck

Hug him back and he'll be in heaven

If you ask him what's going on he'll probably just mumble something unintelligible and hug you a little tighter

He likes your positivity and energy

But what he loves the most is to see you in a peaceful state

I'm talking, cuddling him or him cuddling you and you just

Close your eyes

And lay there

With his arms around you

Oh fuck oh shit oh damn he's so screwed his heart is melting inside

He would rather die on the spot than disturb you

He'll never say it out loud but in these moments he just hold you a little tighter and swear to himself that he'll protect you of harm and do everything to make sure you're happy

Even if your happiness doesn't include him, he wouldn't care as long as you stay as peaceful as you look right now for the rest of your life

He will. Literally. Never. Question. Anything that you say.

If you're in the middle of a dangerous situation and you ask him to bring you something

He won't say a word

He'll just do it

Even if it's absolutely useless

You have your reasons

And you must be granted what you asked for

I'm literally not kidding he would do anything you'd ask for, this little guy has an incredible determination

Even if he doesn't understand why you're asking something, he knows your mind functions a little differently from anyone else and he'll support you on that, no question asked

His only limit is that he won't harm himself or harm you in any way, shape or form. If you ask for something dangerous and one of you might get hurt because of it, he'll refuse

Also if you mess up with anything while getting focused on whatever you're doing, he'll make sure to clean up after you

You might not even notice it

But the next time you walk in the same hallway all of the knots you did with the curtains have been untied

Books are in alphabetical order again, no matter how many times you disorganize them

If you like to craft handmade things like necklaces or accessories he'll stay by your side and keep your materials organised

He likes to watch you while you're creating things, you look so sweet and relaxed

Sometime he'll chat with you while you're at it, but if you prefer to stay quiet he'll comply, silence doesn't bother him anyway

He'll remind you to pay attention to things too

Or if you forget you have something important to do

He'll be here to make sure you remember about it

Tho he'll feel a little sad if you forget about one of your dates but he'll understand really

On the other hand he finds it cute if you keep asking him just how long before your next date or hangout

The thought of you being somewhat impatient to spend time with him melts his heart inside <3

[hiscloakmydaggers]

Through Scars

a jealous nic is rare… an EXTREMELY pissed off one even rarer. so this is like a solar eclipse

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Recently, days were as long as hours. Lonely hours of sleeping in a bed that should hold two, staring at a wall. Nic’s head throbbed like it did years ago, in the dead of night when he couldn’t sleep. Since he escaped the pain went away, yet now it’s back, as scorching as ever.

He never got along much with Railroad members. Tom was eccentric, demanded too much socially. Carrington was a bore, complaining more than Nic did himself. Desdemona was alright, she was good company, but not great. Nobody in these quarters was who he wanted anymore. All because of this stupid job.

Etched on a blackboard was Deacon’s new schedule. “Wake up around 5, get to Diamond City in an hour minimum, then Goodneighbor, return back to report, then sleep.” There was no “spend time with others,” Nic was exaggerating, he wanted it to be only “spend time with your husband.” Countless times he had tried to erase this schedule, in hopes Deacon would forget it, but it would return the next day. If these boards weren’t so annoying to find and bring back, he would’ve destroyed it.

It doesn’t make sense. How is stalking some person helping synths, or whatever? A person he doesn’t know the name of, the gender of, anything of. All he knew was “vault dweller.” 24/7 the radio looped, vault dweller, hero of the commonwealth, everybody’s favorite!

Perhaps just Deacon’s favorite, at this point.

For all he knows this was just a ruse. Everybody was laughing behind the scenes, watching him become a slave to hope. Hope that one day he’d wake up with his husband in his arms again. They wanted to test his love, maybe obsession. He had devoted a decade to this man. But now he’s certainly leaving, like everything else in the past. Nothing changes, nothing-

An obnoxiously loud yawn interrupts his thoughts.

“Honey, I’m home!” Deacon was now here, slinging his arms around his neck and laughing. But this time he didn’t smile, he didn’t turn back. Instead he stared at the wall, tense enough for veins to pop even more out of his neck.

“...Hello,” he couldn’t even muster a full greeting.

Deacon immediately knew something was up, it showed in the way the ends of his lips curved downwards, just like Nic’s. “What’s got you angsty now? On your period or something?” He joked, as it was all he knew how to do.

“Why’d you come here so early? Vault dweller didn’t want to hang out tonight?”

“Pfft, what?” Deacon’s tone was teasing, but slowly his face was falling to annoyance, “I wanted to see you. Got hours off.”

“I’m sure,” Nic sat up, making the bed creak, “First break you take in literal months? How sweet of you.” The way his brain encouraged him was familiar. To the days when his head was shaved, when he was armed every second, when he didn’t care.

But Deacon’s touch on his hands held him back, “Don’t be jealous. I’m not into them, I only love you,” the spy’s voice waned. Blue eyes shined through his aviators, showing truth. Clouds in Nic’s head convinced him it was lies.

“Don’t fucking play. God knows what you’re doing, what a coincidence the vault dweller’s always somewhere with a hotel? You fucking asshole, lying to my face!” He released his husband’s hands. “Why come home to me, I can’t please you, right? Go take Ice-man’s prick, don’t waste your damn time!”

“Honey, what the hell is wrong with-” Deacon took a breath. His lashes caught the tears of his eyes before they fell. Already he was crying. Either from shock, anger, fear, something. “I’m working, seriously. Not doing anything like that. I couldn’t imagine.”

“How the hell am I supposed to believe that? You have documents on this stranger, won’t tell me who they are, your life is now based on them. The hell happened to me?”

“What do you mean? They’re important for our cause, okay? You know what this could do for us, you’re not my total job.”

“Maybe I should be, just so I can keep you in fucking check!” For a moment it looked like Nic was about to smack him.

Before anything happened, Deacon dropped limp to his husband’s arms, into his chest. Right away Nic’s hand lowered, trembling with guilt.

“...I’m sorry,” Nic’s voice cracked, as if he was the one who was just yelled at. It felt like that though, and worse. Deacon’s eyes gave out, spilling into waterfalls onto his chest. Fearfully, Nic watched the damage he caused. “Honey,” his head fell from its high, “oh my god, are you okay?”

Puffed lips didn’t dare to speak.

“I don’t know where that came from, okay? I was just in a bad mood, god, I don’t mean any of that,” he held him tighter, never wanting to release. “You’re my world, my one and only, my angel, my light, my-”

“I-I know, I know.”

All Nic could do was hold him, wanting the love in his heart to shine harder, through brown skin and into pale. The hate and anger that he was full of fizzled out, leaving ashes in fire’s wake.

“You know I love you?”

Deacon looked up at him, already exhausted, “Can I just sleep?”

“I’ll sleep with you then.”

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thank u to lovely @wassertoffatom for this idea!! they didnt ask for it to be so angsty… i was just in the mood for it

if u have any ideas id love if u told me em, thank u!

[shocked-collar]

Ren's the type of man to groom you over online games. The way he can take control of a lobby, the way you attract him with how well you listen and behave- it's just fun for you. Someone who knows what they're doing and who knows how to win the game taking charge because he knows he can. Feeling seen and admired because he recognized your strengths and weaknesses and put you in a specific, coordinated area because of it... But it's so much more to him.

You get praised for you performance. And when you fuck it up, he's very energetic. Basic gamer rage for a moment, before calming down and "Aaagh, that's alright. Next time!". An instant buddy. A stranger you feel the need to defend to other players, because "At least he's actually trying!" and oh god, the things it does to him.

You two become in-game friends. Every time you come online, you're sent a lobby invitation. You two get close. You meet his other friends, he meets yours. Soon enough, you've built an entire team of people on your side. You guys feel great! You feel like one of those famous, competitive teams! And Ren is never shy to tell you how good of a job you do.

Soon enough it's not just the game. It's your social media. You've added each other, and can now peer into each others lives. He loves talking to you. Tells you all the time how pretty you are in all your pictures. Comments on all your posts, likes everything, tags you in things.. Notices how close you two live to each other. He becomes pushy. He wants to talk all the time. His patience is thinning with you. He's almost possessive over you.

"So you played with [---] all day? And didn't invite me?" "Where were you? I missed you..." "Do you even like me anymore? I know we spoke 8 hrs ago, but you sounded cold.." "Fine. Yeah. Go play with [---]. No, I'm not mad, it's okay, just go do whatever you want." "You know I've got problems with being lonely.. You know I can't help it.."

One day, "an opportunity to meet" arises. He's going on a small trip and passing through your area, so you two get to hang out in real life! It's exciting, meeting such a good online friend you've had a while. The meeting is so nice. Ren is a lot smaller than you thought he would be, but his hugs are so strong! Once again, he is complimenting your features, and now, your figure. You two hangout at home for a while. You have fun showing him around, introducing him to any pets you may have, any things you hold dear- and he is very respectful. But he wants to see more.

You offer to take him to see some signature, fun areas in town. He's very excited! It's about an hour into the walk that his colors begin to show. He's got you all alone.

He pins you to the wall and takes you as he likes. Rapes you til your knees can no longer hold your weight. Makes you a mess like you've never been before. A friend you trusted, a friend you've had a while. He hurts you in such an evil way, and leaves you with a kiss. Even when you limp yourself home, you can still feel his hands on your body. You can still feel him inside. Can still feel the choke in the back of your throat, and the bruising he undoubtedly left in your tummy.

You are recovering mentally. Quiet, frozen days roll by, just waiting to be okay again. It's not like he didn't know. In fact, it's what got him off. You've never seen such evil out of a seemingly normal person, not personally. Sometimes you have nightmares about it, and wake up aroused. And now, you can't even go to your best online friend for help, because he did it. You feel like you're drowning. You're so lonely. It's too much to process.

You turn your brain off for a while. For the first time in a week or two, you pick up your controller, and turn on your game. Just a casual play is all you want. You come online.

'You've been invited to a lobby!'

[saberghatz]

1-70

OH MY GODODOD CRACKING MY KNUCKLES

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? YES PRETTY GOOD!!

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? My friends :')

03: Do you regret anything? Like a billion things that I won't get into here >:)

04: Are you insecure? Only on Fridays

05: What is your relationship status? SINGLE YEAAA BOIEEIEEEE

06: How do you want to die? In my sleep would be the most ideal tbh I'm down for that

07: What did you last eat? Ritz crackers and peanut butter;;.....

08: Played any sports? IN MY LIFE? YEA!! RECENTLY? UHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh

I hate playing on teams so I usually just fuck about on my own or with friends, you'll never catch me joining like actual sports teams again

09: Do you bite your nails? Surprisingly no o-o

10: When was your last physical fight? Too long ago. I'm really itching. SOMEONE PLEASE SPAR WITH ME

11: Do you like someone? I WISH I DID. FUCK.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? HEEELL NAW I'M LIKE A GRANDMA WHEN IT COMES TO GOING TO BED EARLY (against my will, i am simply a tired bitch)

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Everyone except the people I don't hate

14: Do you miss someone? Deeply :D

15: Have any pets? I don't have any personally, but my mom has two kitties named Nikki and Tessie. When I go visit her, I get to see them too. She had them since before I moved away, so I still consider them kind of my cats :')

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Lonely enough to do this, but also happy enough to do this

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? I thought this said 'have you ever made it out of the bathroom' and I'm like honestly no my ibs could never

On that note, no but call me

18: Are you scared of spiders? No :(

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? I'd go back to a time before I was born, definitely the 70s or 80s just to experience it for awhile.

But if I was limited to only going back in time during the years I was alive, no I would never go back. I feel like I've learned a lot over the years and I don't want to lose that progress

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? Probably the airport

21: What are your plans for this weekend? MY ROOMMATE BLAIR HAS A CHOW CHOW PUPPY AND WE'RE TAKING HER TO A DOGGIE SOCIAL ON SATURDAY. Also maybe going to an art show/mall on Sunday.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? Zero, have you seen the state of the world??

23: Do you have piercings? How many? I have ear piercings, but I think they closed up :// I REGRET LETTING THEM CLOSE

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Like in school? That's a lifetime ago oh god Science

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes almost everybody I've ever known, whether it ended on good or bad terms. I am simply a sentimental soul with a horrible memory

26: What are you craving right now? Making out with a stranger that I know

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? @_@;;;.... yea

28: Have you ever been cheated on? No

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? PROBABLY, I'M SORRY IF SO

30: What’s irritating you right now? Social media is grating on my fucking nerves, so much so that I'm weening off insta and twitter and I've ended up back here. Right here.

31: Does somebody love you? If so lemme know

32: What is your favourite color? Pink, white, gold

33: Do you have trust issues? Fortunately not

34: Who/what was your last dream about? I think I dreamed I was Percy Jackson and I was befriending some monsters instead of killing them.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? My roommate like literally yesterday :D

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? I'd give anyone a second chance, but I don't think I'd give a third chance.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? I forgive because I don't hold grudges and then my memory is so rotten that I forget why I was mad in the first place

38: Is this year the best year of your life? ITS BARELY 2024 SO I CAN'T ANSWER YET

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16 I think. Shout out to Solangelo

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? No but this made me realize I never have, and now I want to

51: Favourite food? I can't think of anything, so like I do at restaurant menus I'll default to chicken strips :)

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes 100%

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? shower, work on writing my fics, jerk off, draw, you decide what order

54: Is cheating ever okay? Never, unless your partner knows but then its not chEATING IS IT

55: Are you mean? Honestly maybe

56: How many people have you fist fought? Not enough (none. please. please spar with me I need to train)

57: Do you believe in true love? I believe some people believe in it and can find that for themselves. I hope I become one of them

58: Favourite weather? If I can't wear a bikini, I'm sad. But crisp Autumn mornings also hit like no other..

59: Do you like the snow? I love visiting the snow, I wouldn't want to live in the snow

60: Do you wanna get married? I haven't really thought about it lately. So currently, I guess not xD

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Hell yea, but turn up the heat

62: What makes you happy? @hyenahijinks @yuuidflourite @comets-nix and drawing

63: Would you change your name? Some people call me Grace which I like a lot, it's my middle name tho

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? I'd totally do it, but I'd probably get that fist fight I've been begging for instead

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Been there done that, we over it and stronger than ever >:)

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? @hyenahijinks ILY bitch

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? @hyenahijinks

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? LOL MY MOM TODAY ACTUALLY

69: Do you believe in soulmates? ARE TRUE LOVE AND SOULMATES NOT THE SAME THING

70: Is there anyone you would die for? My friends and parents 100% but I'm also not like super attached to breathing to begin with so the decision would be very easy

THATS A HELL OF A WAY TO END AN ASK MEME THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE HUMPHREY

[yakultii]

Confession:

(disclaimer: these are only deep contemplations of mine, I have no intention to perform reckless acts)

I've spent a majority of my life wondering if there's something inherently wrong with me in terms of my ability to interact with other people. This is particularly apparent when it comes to (a majority of) my romantic endeavors.

The past two years for me have been spent wondering if everything I've done to follow in the footsteps of those who came before me have been all for naught. The more time goes by, the more it seems to hold true. We're not really meant to conform to society as it is now.

I believe that a majority of us have never truly experienced the raw sensations which are meant to accompany being human, and emptiness is no stranger to those of us who are attempting to navigate this world rather than be pulled along by the tide; it all seems to be superficial, and I rarely encounter people who are brave enough to admit their entire life has been a lie.

Perhaps it could just be the ramblings of someone who is so far removed from normality, but I often think (and have thought so before, in my teens) that my views are abnormal and that it would be better for me to speak less than say what I really feel about the world and others around me.

I have been awaiting someone who may understand and accept for me for who I am. I've found what I thought to be true love many times, and it has made me a much better person, but I often think about if things would be better if I were someone else.

you know, I could obviously be wrong (just kidding I’m literally god) but to me, every point you made is a part the human experience itself - personally I’ve come to accept that yes there is something inherently wrong with me - in terms of the norms that have been socially constructed within the society I live in, but that doesn’t actually mean it’s wrong (language and concepts, rights & wrongs etc are all socially constructed too).. it doesn’t make the longing to feel “right” any easier, but there’s a little less pain in accepting “it is what it is”…but at the same time, while you may never feel understood (at least I haven’t yet either and have come to accept maybe I never will), you’re still a human! (despite maybe not feeling like it at times?) so there’s a commonality there that literally can’t be taken away from you..also feel understood in knowing there are others out there who feel so incredibly misunderstood too, maybe in different ways but the feeling is still the same..FEELING IS ALWAYS THE SAME despite being expressed and described in different ways (so very human!) ….another thing I’ve learned is that socialisation takes a lot of practice and consistency combined with again acceptance that maybe you won’t feel understood, sometimes understanding yourself can be enough and sometimes understanding yourself can be too much, so know that just “being” is all that was ever required of you while you’re here.

I don’t think we’re meant to “do anything” really, I don’t think we should be trying to “be anything” unless it brings us fulfilment in some way (and sometimes this fulfilment is false due to conforming to a certain expectation which is a whole other can of worms but regardless it’s fulfilment in some form)..

idk I feel like I could go on forever but for the sake of not writing an entire thesis I’m just gonna say whether we believe anything to be superficial or “real” ..it is. We can easily say everything is superficial OR everything is real or some things are superficial and some things are real and all theories are as true as each other. Language has been created and used to once again construct concepts within society but at the end of the day everything we think we know is all manmade - like, we genuinely could all conclude our entire life is a lie bc literally what the fuck is this??? like idk why I’m here or if existence on earth is even real.. and like the fact we are just here for a bit and then we’re gone like the fuck is up with that?? :,)

also, if you feel this way I’m assuming ur neurodiverse and if this is the case then pls remember that while ur views may seem/feel abnormal etc. maybe it’s just the way you express them? maybe it’s just the way you think about them? maybe it’s the way others don’t think about them in the same way you do? maybe it’s the way others don’t express them in the same way you do? none of this means that you have entirely different views.. in fact probably many ppl, particularly neurodiverse ppl have come to similar conclusions, but y’all are never going to feel as though you relate bc ur minds are so particular about the ways in which you perceive, interpret and express things that nothing anyone says is ever going to feel right/just like how you percieve and express things - ikr kinda brutal that not even neurodiverse ppl can relate to each other half the time, leaving us to feel even more isolated than we already do…

anyways this is just from my experiences/understandings of the world and obvs it might not click with you (and it also takes practice to rewire ur thinking… and also my way of thinking is not right or wrong and is also everchanging) - but also pls don’t try to be someone else (u can try out different identities bc identities are socially constructed also and are an ongoing performance but don’t try any that don’t feel right for you) , you wouldn’t have been born if the world requested someone else at that particular time, life is about learning and experiencing and taking our own unique path so try ur very best to not compare urs to others and try to find confidence in urself as you are first (Ik easier said than done but practice liteeally fake it at first if u need) and im sure you’ll find that more ppl then start to find confidence in you too <33 maybe oneday you’ll feel understood, but there are glimpses of light in the meantime, promise!

[sparklywatercolors]

ZORI. THIS IS A HOLD UP. TELL ME HOW YOU MET IVAN.

Fun fact I'm actually writing a story on that too but here's some little bits and pieces of said fic explained in the dumbest way possible. Enjoy 😏✨

Blame Alfred (/America)

Literally blame him right now, don't even think about it, just do it.

He decided to host a huge party during the week Zorya had to present their senior thesis.

And no the party wasn't for them it was a hell yeah it's summer time party

What a goof I love Alfred so much ☹️ (fun fact him and Lovino are Zorya's best pals)

Of course Zorya and Lovino and all their friends get dragged along. Zorya's (outside of the trio) friends rejected bc they were like are you insane it's thesis and finals weeks absolutely not 🗿

Zorya would say no but they share an apartment with their best friends and they don't want to be a jerk alright

Anyways party time. Zorya is literally stuck to Lovino like glue. Like holy shit I don't know anyone let me join u and ur other friends

Alfred is being too social for Zorya, he introduced them to like 40 new people in the span of 5 minutes so Zorya went fuck that and found Lovino and went okay YOU ARE STUCK W ME NOW

Zorya would much rather be sleeping but it's fine Lovino's friends are rly nice, and they don't get to meet up with these people that often so it's nice to see some sorta fresh faces but not awkward meeting for the first time conversations

But holy shit there are so many people here

So stressful

Zorya doesn't do parties (I also don't rly do parties unless it's like my closest friends or if I'm at a family party, I have a friend with me or I can sneak out and go draw 🫡)

Zorya decides to excuse themself from the fun banter they've gotten involved in and they go take a walk around and maybe fight off random strangers for some apple juice

Yes Alfred got them to be on board bc he bought them fancy apple juice. Zorya likes striking a deal when they can

Juice

They drink the juice life is great

But NOW THEY CAN'T FIND LOVINO OR ANTONIO OR ANYONE THEY ACTUALLY KNOW OH GOD IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!

Poor Zorya *sad kazoo noises*

Zorya tries to look like they fit in just smiling at strangers, but it looks more like 😬😬😬😬😬 LMAOOOO they're trying okay don't judge them

Again blame Alfred (just in case you forgot)

But the juice is so worth it

Anyways Zorya is sipping their apple juice, and ready to sneak into their bedroom (that they locked up-yes this is happening at their apartment BTW Alfred is..... I don't even know anymore), and climb out to the fire escape and go get bubble tea 🧋(mmm bubble tea mmm) and just stay away

But they can't get PAST THIS TALL ASS RUSSIAN DUDE

yes it's Ivan but they don't know that

He's talking to some people, some look comfortable some look afraid that he will snap them in half if they don't laugh at his jokes

Zorya is afraid to ask him to move

So Zorya is just awkwardly there gawking at him and these people that he probably already knew cause of course Alfred is so popular that he can get strangers to bring their friends to this chaotic shit

Zorya is over thinking everything as usual ™

Alfred can be heard screaming the cha cha slide in the distance now BTW

Anyways Zorya feels a hand on their shoulder, it's this girl asking if they're alright

They zoned out and was staring at tall Russian man while in the process of zoning out

Good job Zorya we're proud of u

Zorya is like oh no he's hot AND I WAS STARING AT HIM OH GOOD GOD 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍

Zorya awkwardly waves it off and goes oopsies sorry ah I was looking for my friends there's so many people here ah shit I'm sorry 😅... 🫠

And Russian dude that Zorya doesn't know the name of (it's Ivan) is like I'm pretty tall I can help you look

Zorya is like *NEARLY CHOKES AND DIES * SURE?????

So they go on a fucking hunt to find Lovino and gang

Zorya notices some of Russian guy's friends look low key relieved, Zorya wants to ask but is like nah I don't wanna know I just want to find Lovino

So they're walking around and talking

They exchange names

Hi Ivan

Hello Zoryana (fun fact it takes him months even when they start dating,, to just call them Zorya)

Zorya is genuinely having a great time talking to Ivan

And it seems the same way for Ivan!! 🥺

They're talking for a good hour that's how fucking crowded this party is and they're rly distracted just talking to each other about random shit and making jokes about stupid things happening

Alfred and Lovino are low key watching this btw, Alfred is like Zorya is gonna be simping and Lovino is like oh dear God no not again

Eventually they find Lovino and his gang

Zorya introduces Ivan to them

Seems like everyone knows everyone, Zorya is basically the new guy here 🧍🫡 good job Zorya

Before Zorya could thank Ivan he's getting dragged off

Zorya is BLUSHING BTW and was like damn he was rly cute I'd love to talk to him again.... Maybe ask him to coffee or something

Lovino notices and goes oh here we go again 🧍

Alfred overhears and WINGMAN MODE ACTIVATES

ALFRED IS SO EXCITED TO BE A WINGMAN PLS

HE'S BEEN WANTING THIS HIS WHOLE LIFE TO BE A WINGMAN

Zorya is like no don't 🗿

Fuck you this is America I'll do what I want biatch Alfred yells and disappears into the crowd

Bye Alfred

Zorya and Lovino are face palming 🤦🤦

Anyways

Party goes on until like the last stragglers leave at like 3 am

This party started at noon the previous day btw

Zorya is EXHAUSTED AND LAYING ON THE FLOOR

Lovino is like go the fuck to bed

Zorya is like no I miss my calmer apartment pls 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

The trio goes to sleep will clean when they wake up bc fuck that

How many fucking people were over anyway holy shit??? 😭

In the afternoon Zorya wakes up and Alfred is swiveling around the barstool and cackling

Lovino is on his 5th cup of coffee and telling Zorya go back to bed

...

So you remember Alfred wanting to be the wingman

Well he

He set up a little date to the zoo for Zorya and Ivan next weekend

Zorya goes back to their room

Closes the door

SCREAMS

... Zorya is both happy and terrified BC HOMIE WHAT WHY

The end 😌

That's basically the whole story but in condensed (...some would beg to differ) notes form!! I hope i have pleased you with this lore 👀

Tldr: blame Alfred.

[poopraven]

"I'm not good at social media" - A story by me.

While I'm sitting here ruminating on my life (as I am wont to do), my thoughts drifted to the story I have told myself for at least ten years but absolutely longer than that:

I am not good at social media.

And, you know, It's kind of true, in so many ways. But it turns out I was very wrong, in so many other ways. So I thought I'd spill those thoughts out onto the internet to maybe help you if you find it while thinking "God, I'm so bad at social media".

First thing's first: If you're good at social, you're probably also good at social media. Despite the clue being in the name, it took me far too long to realise this. Do you find it easy to communicate with other people, to start conversations with strangers? Great! You might also find it pretty easy to use social media!

But if you're not good at social, social media can be daunting, even isolating. You post things, nobody answers, you feel like you're yelling into the uncaring void. And, really, you kind of are.

You see, people are more likely to be social with people they have a connection to - whether you're friends, or attend the same venue / event, or share a hobby / interest, or are famous enough that fans want to speak to you - they're much more likely to interact if they've got that link. It's like a cheat code for hopping over that first hurdle.

But if you're a private person (and I spent ages being very private due to various pain points in my life), hopping that first hurdle is like trying to leap a chasm. You have that human urge to find some sort of camaraderie with other human beings (even if you're an introvert, even if you're neurodiverse, sooner or later loneliness really bites us in the arse), but whenever you try, you're holding all your cards close to your chest while hoping to get a peek at other people's.

That's just not going to work very often. I say very often because sometimes you'll bump into another lil tortle and slowly but surely peel cards away from your chest to show one-another and it could become an amazing friendship. Great!

I'll tell you what does work, though.

You're probably going to hate it.

I fucking loathed it.

The answer is to let extroverts do their thing.

You see, extroverts actually love introverts. They fucking ADORE us! Every extrovert out there loves to have a whole pack of introverts, because we are fun, and interesting, and we know the weirdest shit, and they love helping us come out of our shells and have fun in life.

But we can find extroverts a bit weird, right? A bit scary? A bit intense? They wanna peek at our hand of cards?

Spoiler: They wanna peek at our hand of cards because they've peeked at a lot of hands of cards, and they have a whole mental catalogue of who holds what cards, and they YEARN to put us in touch with other people who might share some of those cards.

Extroverts get joy from helping us make friends.

And all we have to do is let them.

So how does this make you "better" at "social media"?

Well, at its heart, social media is great for talking to people you know. Keeping in touch with acquaintances and friends. Making new ones? Yeah, you can do that, it's not impossible, but chatting with ones you already have? Yeah, that's where it really excels. Forget all that guff about going viral, or getting likes or views or followers. Really what it's good for is chatting to people you met, or share interests with, or are friends with.

And if you let an extrovert lift you over that first hurdle, you are suddenly flying.

I often feel like I have nothing to say, or that nobody would be interested in hearing it, or that I will 100% be misunderstood (yeah hello previously-undiagnosed autism)... And it's actually just not true. I'd just convinced myself that it was true because I'd been hurt, I was holding my cards too close to my chest, I wasn't neurotypical (hello also to previously-undiagnosed ADHD), I was any number of things that somehow made me less worth interacting with.

I still often think I have nothing to say, despite chatting to friends for hours about the things I have to say, and despite writing books that feature all the things I have to say. And I think often that ADHD makes me think I've already said a thing, who wants to hear it again, or rephrased, or in a different format?

So I let the extroverts who approach me peek at my cards. I allow them to do what comes naturally to them. And, wouldn't you know it, I get to talk to people on social media now. I've been introduced to fellow introverts who love the things I love. My extroverts take good care of me when I go to conventions. I am doing that thing which we all know is horribly hard: making new friends as an adult.

I think "I'm not good at social media" was both true and an artificial roadblock at the same time. It prevented me from accepting the help that was being freely and honestly offered, it held me back from reaching out and making meaningful connections, and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy.

If you're not good at social media, why not give "letting extroverts into your life" a go? Yes, scary! Yes, a lil bit invasive-feeling! But we do know the things we're good at, right? So we just need to take a breath, and let other people do the things they're good at, too. 'Cause 99% of the time, they really just want everyone to have a good time.

I love you all!

[saygracejude]

are they quick to violence? / when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it? / how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion? / what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears? / what is their most vivid memory from childhood? / do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of? / what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving? / do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self? / random angst headcanon? / what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

for jude pls thank you

oh boy, here we go

are they quick to violence?

often, yes. he tries not to but he has poor impulse control and will react to things before he can stop to think. usually when he does get violent, jude takes it out on inanimate objects than people. altho sometimes he does slip up and hit people too, every so often he’ll also punch or hit someone’s arm/chest if he’s excited & can be a lil too rough with it. but if someone is being an actual cunt or is being violent first, he has no problem hitting people - especially cos he loves a fight. he’s quicker to go to violence with strangers and people he dislikes where people he cares for, jude will make an attempt not to be violent.

when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

okay so i will admit that i had to think about an actual date. and it’s april 3rd! 🥰

also jude shifts between ambivalence to active dislike of celebrating his birthday. he would prefer to act as if it’s any other day because he doesn’t like the fuss & has some shitty bday memories from childhood so it’s not something he’s eager to pay much attention too. but jude doesn’t understand that people who love him want to give him a good birthday so he will celebrate it to keep the peace & ngl, the presents help him deal with it, that part he’s more open to. his preferred way to ‘celebrate’ his bday is to spend time with the ones he loves and spoiling them which jude is very good at coaxing lev & others to let him do.

how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

oh gosh, jude’s temper is pretty damn bad but it tends to come in peaks and valleys. when it comes to the people jude cares about, he’s usually a slow boil. to the best of his ability. he has a habit of letting his anger out in small ways, occasionally snapping or saying something mean or engaging in minor self destructive habits. every so often, he’ll go through a chaotic or messy phase and it’s usually around then that jude’s temper will finally boil over to start hissing and spitting making a god damn mess all over the stove top & he’ll yell and smash things and hit stuff, sometimes people. has often ended up unintentionally hurting himself in process of boiling over too.

however, when it comes to strangers or people jude actively dislikes, he’s a whole lot quicker to anger & depending on the situation that’s caused his temper, will easily go straight to oppenheimer.

what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

his biggest is probably losing the people he loves in any way, i.e. death, abandonment, he fucked up, etc.

jude’s more mundane fears include losing control/someone trying to control him, the government, police, medical & social care professionals. he has a mild aversion to women he doesn’t know. also dislikes the idea of being in deep, open water and not knowing what’s beneath him but is mostly over it. really, really hates people coming up close behind his back if he can’t hear/see them.

what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

probably getting to hold gideon for the first time. it was the moment jude knew he had a reason to stick around. there are a lot of hazy parts to his childhood but that one is crystal clear.

do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

jude fucking loves having his picture taken and will happily be an absolute clown for the camera! his go-to poses usually involve making dumb and/or overly dramatic face & inappropriate gestures/poses like middle fingers, blowjob hand motion, etc. but he’ll also happily pose to actually look good too, you just gotta ask him nicely 😉

he also loves to take photos tho wouldn’t call it a hobby or something he’s skilled at. he loves to take photos of his family and loved ones (with or without himself in them) when they’re with him, whether it’s hanging out at home or on a special day out. jude is also the type who sends random pictures he’s taken of something he wants to show, which is usually something he knows the person likes; if he sees bugs when he’s out, jude will try to get a picture to show lev. but he’s equally as likely to take a picture of an overturned trash can and send it to his bff dima with just the words “thought of u”.

ALSO, jude has an intense uh, fondness for dirty pictures so he’ll regularly be taking pics of lev 😈

what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

jude loves presents more if they’re surprises rather than for a specific day and his favourite types of presents are things people have made whether it’s just a simple, small drawing or something bigger and more complex. he’ll also love presents that are activities like a day out or a meal at a restaurant!

he likes to think he’s good at gift giving & tries real hard to get something that will make the receiver smile. he’ll tend to look for things related to his loved one’s special interests or things that remind him of them. jude can go a little overboard with gifts tho cos he gets overly exciting about giving people things but he doesn’t pile on presents at bdays/etc, it’s more like he just impulsively buys shit he sees if he thinks you’ll like it & then just gives it to you.

due to his impulsiveness, lev has a lot of various bug teddies, toys, badges, entomology sets & also several plants.

oh, and jude also loves to buy his partners sex toys because he always gets something out of it. he makes sure he does. 😏

do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

oh god, so many lmfao. jude regularly drinks and smokes, does drugs, gets into fights, hurts himself hitting walls or smashing things. if he’s not doing too great, he’s also much more likely to engage in riskier behaviour & will get himself into all sorts of trouble.

jude has a lot of bad habits; he’s impulsive, chaotic, prone to violence, has mood swings & will regularly fuck things up for himself because of them.

random angst headcanon?

whenever jude has a big blowout fight with lev, the next day he’ll often wake up places he doesn’t know or remember going. regularly that place is the drunk tank 🥰

what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

if lev started acting like he never existed or forgot about him, that’d probably do it…