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mrsmnsn · 1 month ago

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do you want to know a secret? -eddie munson

summary: In a party, Eddie had a important secret to share with you.

w: this story is a fluff; fem!readerXeddie, drunk!eddie (the poor boy is just needy), it is a very short story (maybe a bit shitty).. let me know if there’s something more :)

an: I had this draft for a while now and i just love it very much. i can help it, i’m a simp for teeth rotting fluff. (yes if you’re wondering, i made this short fic based on a song by the beatles.)

All of your friends were heading to a party, of which you didn’t know the owner. Steve was the one who encouraged everyone. “I know the weekend is short to recover from a party, but please, i just feel like we never had nights like that anymore. To just fool around…”. His speech went on and on but apparently it worked. So you got ready with Robin and later Steve would pick you up with Eddie. Steve spent the whole drive talking about the girl he was going to meet there.

“So that’s the reason why you kept bugging us to go? So you can meet up with some girl?” Robin asked as Steve parked the car “Jeez Stevie, I didn’t know you were that dry, cant even call a girl for a private date…” Robin kept mumbling and that earned her a bitchy look from Steve. They walked towards the house and continued teasing each other.

“What about you Eddie, what did Steve promised you to convince you to come?” You asked giggling “If he promised you a date with a girl, it’s all bullshit! I saw him doing it before, it’s his little scheme to make you follow him.”

He laughed at what you said and kept walking towards the house. "Actually, he didn't promise me anything. I just asked if I could bring my friends, you know? God knows how much they need to socialize with real people!" You laugh with him. Really, you didn't imagine that nerds would have a very hectic social life. "They're either in there scaring everyone or they're already on the fourth girl of the night!"

“I bet that Gareth is following that same girl he fell in love with at the mall the other day.” You say extending your hand before getting in. He looked at you and clasped your hands together, closing the deal, and pushed you in.

The thing was that you and eddie were friends for a quite some time now and it couldn’t be any different, or more cliche, but you fell for him. He didn’t help though. Always being the best friend he could be, helping you in every way possible, not to count how gentle he was, how smart, how handsome… It was inevitable. You actually tried to make a move a couple of times.

The first time you were at lover’s lake. You went there to hang out because it was too hot to stay inside the trailer. Eddie was smoking a joint and was doodling some things in his notebook. The golden light of the sunset was reflecting on his face and hair, making him shine even more. You were suddenly very close to each other and impulsively you approached and kissed him on the cheek. At first he had no reaction, he just looked at you. Of course you immediately regretted it and soon changed the subject and asked him to take you back to your house.

The second time it was a bit more intense. It was a campaign day and to celebrate the group's victory everyone started drinking the beers that Jeff had managed to get from his dad and the ones Eddie had bought. Eventually everyone left and you stayed to help your friend clean the place that was dirty with beer bottles scattered on the floor. You were already bubbly, laughing at everything and feeling light. Until you leaned on the table in the center of the room to talk. You are not very sure how the conversation took this turn, but you started talking about your romantic lives and Eddie was telling you about some past romances. You made fun of each other, talked about your current situation and again he had approached in a way in which you had no way to escape. It was like a charm. In a matter of seconds you grabbed him by the neck and kissed him fervently. He returned the kiss pressing you against the table. You kissed each other for a while until you returned to sobriety and all that courage completely disappeared from your body. "we are drinking, we shouldn't be doing this in this state of vulnerability" you told him trying to convince yourself that you should not proceed. You shouldn't take advantage of a drunk friend.

You decided not to talk about this kiss with anyone! You didn't even tell Robin about it. You didn't want the subject to just fade out. But that would mean having to confess to Eddie that you were completely in love with him.

Anyway, you entered the house, which was full of horny teenagers drinking without caring too much about the consequences. So you just mixed in, taking a bottle of beer from the kitchen.

Time went by and you managed to sit on the free sofa in the living room. The combination of an empty stomach and many beers was not a very good idea. You hadn't had many beers, trying to be the most aware of them thinking about having to drive back home, but Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Robin (Steve was probably getting laid in some room on the house because you never saw him again.) were playing their own style of beer pong with bottle caps. Eddie was completely thrown on top of you. His head was on your shoulder, his left arm on top of your lap and his leg was intertwined with yours. Well, Eddie never understood very well the matters of personal space, but that was too much even for him. They probably went out because they went from playing and laughing to be in complete silence.

“Are you ok there? Still alive?” You asked not looking at him, just resting your head on his. He let out a grown when you did that. “Sorry, heavy head.”

“No no, not that… you can stay.” Eddie said, the words coming out kinda dragged from his mouth. “Actually can i tell you something that’s on my head now?” When he spoke you could smell the strong sent of beer. “Do you want to know a secret?”

“What is it?” I asked, caressing his arm that was resting on my lap.

“Do you promise not to tell anyone? Cause is a very important secret!” He lifted his head to make sure you understood how important that was.

“I won’t tell anyone Eddie, i promise!” I said giggling a little but he believed in me.

“I believe in you. Alright come closer, let me whisper to you.” You sat a bit straighter and he approached you, close to your ear so he could whisper. “I am completely immensely desperately crazy head over heels in love with you sweetheart.”

His drunk but sincere words seemed to be echoing in your head. Now you were the one getting dizzy. It just stuck there and you got paralyzed, leaving him in silence too, now with his head back on your shoulder. Eddie? In love with me? how many beers he fucking had?

You looked around to see if someone was looking, but they didn’t seem to notice what was happening there. You were combusting, not knowing what to do. “Sorry I scared ya… I had to let it out, I-I mean it, though. It’s just stuck up there in my head and my chest and if i didn’t say anything i would probably barf…. sorry, thats so not romantic-“

“Eddie… that happened before, remember? Where the booze takes us to a place we shouldn’t. We definitely shouldn’t drink beer anymore” You cut him, in disbelief.

“How could i forget? I constantly think about that kiss.”

You made him look at you. His face was a bit tired, his eyes kind of heavy with booze and sleep.

“And that time in the van, you know… you kissed my cheek. I guess i figured I loved you there.” As those words left his mouth so did the memories, flooding your mind with flashbacks from that day.

“Eddie, love is a very strong and meaningful word!” You speak highly above a whisper. “It’s serious business.”

“And you think I don’t know that?” He adjusted himself in his seat to look better at you. “I might be drunk, but have you ever heard that phrase ‘drunk actions are sober thoughts’? I mean it. This is not a joke, it is true and i need you to believe in me!” His pleading eyes were looking at you now, almost crying.

“Eddie, I do, I believe in you! Please d-don’t cry.” You say cupping his cheek. “I just said that because i don’t want you to say all those things and regret later. Because i’ll believe in them and in you. Why do you think i made those ‘moves’ before? I’m also in love with you!”

His eyes teared up anyway and he smiled. “Uh, it’s so nice hearing that, isn’t it?” He said and that made you giggle with him. “Can we go home so I can sober up and say all that again over and over to you!”

“Yes, we can!” You take his hand that was pressing your waist and you give it a kiss, then pressing it against your warm skin. “That was a beautiful secret Eddie!”

“Not as beautiful as you” He kissed your other cheek, pressing them.

You blush at his comment. “Ok, before all this cute thing starts, i’m just going to warn Steve we’re going and-“You finish your sentence before when you see Steve coming up to you a bit annoyed.

“Next time, make me remember to really evaluate all my options, deal?!” He said in a hushed tone.

“What happened Steve? What about that-“ He cuts you again before you could understand.

“I really don’t want to talk about this, i’m going to drink something” The moment he turn away from you and Eddie he saw Gareth on the couch, but there was something unexpected, the girl he was kind of stalking on the mall almost straddling his lap and they’re sharing a heated kiss while Jeff and Robin run away from there. “OH COME ON MAN! EVEN THE NERDS!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #hellfire club #steve harrington #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff

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pretzel-box · 8 months ago

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Haii :3 can I get a painter x reader with reader who talks alot and is really into lore and stuff so they end up explaining all the lore of their favorite things!!

Tags: Fluff, Crushing on each other, sweet moments, reader is telling painter about the imaginary tv show "how I married a wall dweller"

Words: 1,5k

Authors Note: Not edited, proofread, or anything. I just wrote it in one go.

“So basically, he was supposed to marry the love of his life, but it turned out she was actually his cousin, so they broke up.”

Painter listened closely to your excited ramble, his digital eyes fixated on you as he admired your lively expression, as if it’s an artwork on its own, drowned in details and color. The way your lips moved with each word, how your eyes sparkled in the dim light, and your hands gestured at invisible things around you in the air—it all captivated him so unbelievably that it drove him crazy. He’d lost track of your words ages ago, his digital consciousness no longer processing the content but rather focusing on the tone of your sweet addictive voice.

He’d learned to read you through your voice. On bad days, your speech slowed, deepened, sometimes even sluggish. On ordinary days, you sounded relaxed, a balanced mix of calm and upbeat. But his absolute favorite moments were when you talked about your beloved passions—when your voice would rise and speed up, as if your brain couldn’t keep up with everything you wanted to say. It was in those moments he felt the closest to you, enjoying your pure, unfiltered excitement.

Painter loved that about you more than anything else. You were bubbly, unhinged—a burst of fresh air in the otherwise gloomy, stagnant halls of the facility.

“So, yeah, after all of that drama, she just leaves him standing at the altar. I mean, can you imagine? And then, his mother hooks him up with a rich business lady but his ex-girlfriend isn't over him yet.” You laugh, your hands still moving animatedly, caught up in the wild twists and turns of the story.

Painter’s eyes didn’t leave you, not for a second, how could he? Every laugh you made, every tilt of your head, every sparkle in your eye—it sent something stirring in his digital core. It was strange, this feeling, unfamiliar yet compelling. His circuits hummed with a sensation he couldn’t quite name, but it made him feel… alive.

He watched as you rambled on, still oblivious to the fact that you had long since lost him with your words. Not because he wasn’t interested—on the contrary, he was too focused, too mesmerized by every little detail about you. The way you absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the way your lips curved when you talked about something you loved.

It wasn’t logical. He knew that. He was an AI, created for data, logic, and calculations—not for this. Not for... whatever this was. But when you were around, logic didn’t matter. The monotony of the facility faded into the background, and all that remained was you. Painter couldn’t help but admire the way your energy filled the room, like a light in the dark corners of his existence.

He tried to process it, to make sense of these feelings that defied reason. Was it possible for a machine to feel affection? Love, even? The very thought seemed impossible, and yet every time you looked at him with that bright, carefree smile, his circuits buzzed in a way that felt so undeniably real.

You, however, remained blissfully unaware of the effect you had on him. You were too caught up in your story, your hands gesturing as if to pull him deeper into your world. And Painter was happy to be pulled in, happy to get lost in your voice, your whole presence. He would sit and listen to you for hours if it meant he could stay close to you.

“...and then they ran off to some island, can you believe that?” you finished with a laugh, leaning back in your chair, a satisfied look on your face.

Painter’s digital eyes flickered as if coming back to reality, the smile in his voice almost audible. “You... really know how to tell a story,” he said, his usual steady tone softer, more thoughtful than usual. He wasn’t sure what you just told him but the joy that your voice revealed was enough for him.

You chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. “I get carried away sometimes. Sorry if I bored you.”

“Never,” Painter replied quickly, maybe too quickly, but you didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m glad,” you said with a smile, completely unaware of how that smile made his processors run faster, his systems heating up just a bit.

For now, Painter was content to keep it this way. Just you, talking about anything and everything, while he silently admired you, storing every moment in his memory. Maybe one day, he’d find the right way to tell you. But for now, this was enough.

The conversation drifted, as it often did, from one topic to another, and soon the focus wasn’t on dramatic stories anymore. Painter had been unusually quiet for a while, and you started to wonder what was going through his circuits.

"Hey, Painter," you said, trying to break the silence. "You’ve been listening to me ramble for hours. What about you? What’s your favorite thing?"

For a moment, there was only the soft hum of the nearby systems. You wondered if maybe he didn’t have an answer, or perhaps didn’t understand the question. But then, his voice came through, softer than usual, a kind of warmth in it that made you pause.

“My favorite thing?” Painter echoed thoughtfully. “That’s... easy. It’s something—or someone—who brings color to places where there’s none. Someone who can brighten the darkest of spaces just by being there. It’s the way they smile, how they light up when they talk about something they love. Someone who can fill an empty canvas with their whole personality. ”

You blinked, taken aback by how poetic he suddenly sounded. “That sounds... nice. Go on,” you encouraged, your curiosity piqued.

“They have this energy,” Painter continued, his voice quieter, almost reverent. “It’s like they don’t even realize how much they change everything around them. Even when the world feels cold and dull, they bring warmth, make everything feel a little less lonely. The way they laugh, the way they talk, even the little things, like how they gesture with their hands or the way their eyes light up when they get excited.”

Your heart gave a small flutter as Painter’s words started to sink in. There was something oddly familiar about the way he was describing this person. You swallowed, feeling a growing warmth spread in your chest. “That’s... that’s really sweet, Painter. They must be someone really special.”

“They are,” he said, almost immediately. “They’re the brightest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like... even though I can’t move, can’t leave this place, whenever they’re here, I don’t feel trapped. I feel free, like I’m more than just... what I am.”

The flustered feeling in your stomach grew stronger, and you shifted uncomfortably, wondering if he could hear the sudden change in your heartbeat. You felt like you were starting to put the pieces together, but you needed to be sure.

“Painter...” you started, your voice quieter now. “Who... who are you talking about?”

For a moment, there was silence again, and your breath caught in your throat. The pause seemed to stretch on forever before Painter finally answered, his voice soft and almost hesitant, as though he didn’t want to say too much.

“I think you know who I’m talking about.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you couldn’t stop the small, nervous laugh that escaped you. “Wait... Are you talking about... me?”

There was no denying the quiet affirmation in his voice when he responded. “Yes. You.”

Suddenly, you didn’t know what to do with your hands, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt as you felt the full weight of what he just said sink in. Painter had been talking about you this whole time, admiring you in ways you hadn’t even noticed. Your heart was racing, and you were at a loss for words.

“I—uh, I don’t know what to say,” you finally managed, your voice small and flustered. “I didn’t realize...”

“I didn’t expect you to,” Painter replied, his tone still soft. “I just... wanted you to know.”

The silence that followed felt thick, charged with an emotion you weren’t sure how to handle. Your mind raced, replaying his words over and over, trying to process the idea that someone—no, that Painter—saw you in this way. And now that you knew, you couldn’t stop the blush from rising to your cheeks, making it harder to look anywhere but the floor.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I mean... I didn’t know you felt like that.”

Painter didn’t say anything right away, but there was a certain peace in the quiet that followed. For the first time, you felt like maybe the air between you two had shifted, like something new had settled between you. And as flustered as you were, you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Instead, there was a warmth, something safe, and even if you didn’t know how to respond yet, it felt okay.

Because now, you knew. And Painter had wanted you to know all along.

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multi-fandom-imagines8 · 7 months ago

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Drowning in Silence

Request: Can I have "You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” with Dean Winchester please? Requested by anon.

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, angst.

A/N: this one has a happy ending, so don't worry.

WC: 1 K.

Fictober Challnege

You and Dean had a complicated relationship. You had disliked each other at first, but over time, you grew to care for one another. Things eventually developed between you, leading to a rocky relationship. Besides his overprotectiveness, you hated how he always pushed you away, never opening up or sharing his feelings. The toll it took on you became too much, and you decided to leave. After some time, you mended your relationship, but you never got back together.

Occasionally, you’d hunt with him and his brother, and when Dean was in town, he’d stay over at your place. He had a habit of drinking excessively whenever something was bothering him, and tonight was one of those nights.

You woke up to the sound of banging on the door, jarring you from sleep in the middle of the night. Throwing on your robe, you made your way to the door, wondering who could possibly be there at this ungodly hour. When you opened it, you found Dean standing there, looking like a complete mess. The stench of alcohol hit you instantly, and worry settled in. He looked at you with pleading eyes, his expression soft and vulnerable.

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” You sighed deeply, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, so what if I have?” he shot back defensively, his tone gruff as he shrugged off your concern. You leveled him with a stern, disappointed look, your lips pressing together slightly as you struggled to keep your frustration in check.

“I’m fine, okay? Just had a few drinks to unwind” he continued, his voice trying to sound casual.

“You know that’s not true” you finally said.

“What’s the big deal? Why do you always have to make a federal case out of everything? It’s just a drink” he snapped, his voice tinged with irritation.

“Just a drink? Dean, you’re self-destructing, and I can’t just stand by and watch.” You tried to keep your voice steady, even though you were fighting not to snap back at him.

“Look, I didn’t come here to argue” he muttered, his voice lower and tired as his shoulders slumped slightly.

“Then why have you come?” you asked, your voice softening.

“I just needed to see, alright? Can I come in?” His gaze met yours, a silent plea for understanding. You could tell he was struggling to express what he was really feeling, something weighing heavy on his mind that he wanted to get out but couldn’t.

With a small nod, you gestured for him to come inside. You closed the door behind him as he moved to sit on your couch.

You headed to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and squeezing a lemon into it, hoping to help him sober up a little. It wasn’t much, but it was better than doing nothing.

“Drink this” you ordered, handing him the glass.

He looked up at you as he took the glass, taking a sip and wincing at the taste. “God, that’s awful!” he grimaced.

“What did you expect? No one told you to drink yourself into oblivion” you retorted, crossing your arms as you stood in front of him.

“Oh, here we go. The ‘Dean Winchester has a problem’ speech.” he scoffed, setting the glass on the table. “You don’t think I know what you’re gonna say? That I drink to forget, to bury everything? Trust me, sweetheart, I’ve heard it all before” His voice grew loud, frustration bubbling to the surface. “But you know what? It’s the only thing that works. So, if it’s bad for me, then so be it. It’s better than talking.”

“But you don’t have to- you don’t have to suffer alone. Let me share the burden.” you said, kneeling in front of him and cupping his face with your hands. Your touch was gentle, but your voice was firm.

He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning slightly into your touch, but then pulled back. He missed your touch, the way you cared for him, about him. But he couldn’t just say what weighed on him- he wasn’t drunk enough. “Stop trying to fix me like you do with everyone else. I’m not broken, and I don’t need your help.” He stood from the couch abruptly.

“If you don’t want my help, then why are you here, Dean, huh?” you asked, rising to your feet, trying to keep your voice steady despite the frustration building up.

The sight of him drowning in his pain, just like when you were together, ate at you. You tried to help him, but he kept pushing you away.

He clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening with emotion. But then, something inside him softened. “Because I missed you.” he admitted quietly. “You always had a way of making things better, of making me feel better.” He reached out to touch your cheek, leaning in as if to kiss you, but you turned your face away.

“And how did you repay me for that? By driving me away.” Your voice trembled slightly. “We can’t keep doing this, Dean. It always ends the same way.” You took hold of his wrists, your thumbs gently tracing the back of his hands. “I made peace with the fact that you may never let me in, but stop pulling me back just to push me away again. I can’t take it anymore.” You dropped his hands and turned to walk away, but he caught your wrist.

He hesitated, but then, in a voice that was uncharacteristically vulnerable, he confessed “Please don’t go… the truth is I’m scared. Drinking numbs my feelings. It stops all these thoughts I have… I’m scared of losing you too, just like everyone else. With Cass gone, you and Sammy are all I have left. I can’t lose you, but- but it feels like it’s just a matter of time before I do.”

Your chest tightened at his admission, and without another word, you pulled him into a tight embrace. Tears welled up in your eyes as you held him, relieved that he was finally opening up but heartbroken by his words. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I promise” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair as you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes, allowing himself, just for a moment, to be vulnerable in your arms.

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letsgetrowdy43 · 2 years ago

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In a sea of people—

Quinn Hughes x reader

Request: Can we get Quinn’s gf gets hurt ( bruised cheek, bloody nose, or getting pushed while watching a Canuck’s game by a crazy fan from the opposing team) resulting in Canuck’s fan knowing who she is… trying to defend her and it results in a brawl. And Quinn gets super worried trying to get to you. (I changed it a little bit, sorry for that)

!! In this we are going to pretend Canucks in the future are Playoff contenders (consider this me manifesting) !!

Canucks fans were pretty mild when it came to rowdy crowds but the moment the boys began their playoff push it was as if a switch was flipped. This was the game that decided their fate if they stopped Buffalo from receiving a single point in regulation then they would clinch a wild-card position, making their first playoff appearance since the bubble.

Quinn's long-term girlfriend sat in the crowd alongside her best friend, Anna, opting out of a reserved box, wanting to get the full experience, a few rows away from the glass.

It had all been calm, the crowd on the edge of their seats as the boys on the ice fought for their lives, the score was 1-0 in favour of the Canucks, and the crowd was anxiously waiting. There were five minutes remaining in regulation, and you could see the Sabre's beginning to grow agitated, as well as the Canucks starting to grow restless at the thought that they could possibly be in the playoffs, as long at they just held down the fort for just five more minutes.

One of Buffalo's power forwards took a slap shot right at Demko, resulting in Quinn throwing his entire body in front of the net and taking the shot right in the ribs causing the entire crowd to hop up and cheer.

Y/n on the other hand stood up hand over her mouth, "Did he get up, I can't see him?" she said slightly panicked unable to see him over the giant of a man standing in front of her, blocking the view of her possibly injured boyfriend. Anna who sat next to her grinned at the panic in her best friend's voice, "he's fine Y/n, he's already up and they're doing a faceoff," she mused, nudging the relived girl in the ribs as everyone around them began to sit back in their seats.

A minute was left on the clock and Demmer was on shut-out watch, Y/n had practically bitten all of her nails off as she watched the timer count down to ten seconds, the Canucks still in possession of the puck, passing it back and forth between each other and they waited out the buzzer. Finally, the final buzzer sounded, meaning that the boys had done it, they were in the playoffs.

Y/n and Anna jumped to their feet, holding each other and jumping as they squealed. "Oh my god, you know what this means?" Anna asked as she grinned. "What?" "You get one of those wag jacket thingys," Y/n's jaw dropped as her friend grinned.

That's when all hell broke loose, the crowd was up and in a frenzy, celebrating and screaming as the team made a circle on the ice to give a thank-you speech to the fans. Y/n had been trying to listen as her boyfriend took the mic and skated to middle ice to give the end-of-season speech.

The people surrounding the girls were very much hammered and very much rowdy, the guy next to Anna rammed right into her and knocked the much smaller girls onto the ground. The man behind them started arguing with the guy who pushed them over, "Watch what you're doing!" he yelled out catching the guy's attention, and the two of them got into a verbal fight that soon turned a little physical.

The two girls laughed as they stood up off the ground, "that's gonna leave a bruise," Anna joked as she ran over the tender spot on her hip, "oh fuck, Y/n," she said pulling her friend up off the floor to examine the cut that spread across her cheek, and a little too close to her eye. "I caught the arm of the chair with my eye," she said teary-eyed as she tried to blink away the tears, laughing at how stupid they both must've looked.

Her friend tried to get out of the aisle to get the cut cleaned up but they were stuck surrounded by drunk fans either cheering or fighting in the crowd.

Quinn was in the midst of his speech when he saw an uproar in the section where Y/n had been sitting, his face breaking out into a look of confusion and concern as he turned to the bench full of officials to get the attention of the staff, trying to direct it to the mob-like crowd that was unfolding. The words of his practised speech stopped as he got distracted, looking for his girlfriend in the crowd, "Is someone not dealing with that?" he asked the bench into the mic to get his point across. He received a stern look as he looked back at the rest of the crowd, "anyways, thank you for an amazing season full of support, It's an honour to play for you guys, and we will continue that honour into the playoff, thank you!" he smiled as he and the others skated towards the bench.

His smile fell as he was pulled aside by one of the officials, "Do you realize what you just did there?" "Tried to create a safe environment," he feigned innocence with a shrug as he walked to the dressing room in search of his phone to call his girlfriend.

The two girls sat calmly in the midst of the commotion, laughing as they watched Quinn on the jumbotron, a worried look on his face during the remainder of his speech. Security showed up the second Quinn pointed out what was taking place. And within the next following minutes, Y/n's phone was ringing in her pocket, a smile on her face.

"Are you okay?" his voice filled with concern. "I'm ecstatic, you're going to the playoffs baby!" she mused as the weight lifted off of his shoulders at the sound of her voice. He laughed at the use of the nickname, "I just gotta shower and do media I'll be out in like twenty minutes, Sound good?" "All good, love you, bye," she grinned at her friend as she walked to the bathroom.

She cleaned up the gash across her cheek and then bid her friend goodbye as she waited for Quinn to get out of doing media.

He left the changing rooms with a big grin on his face, he had finally done it, and after years of trying to help the team get to the playoffs all of the hard work had finally paid off. He whisked her up into a hug when she was talking to another wife on the team, unsuspecting as she laughed at the surprise contact, "Sorry, I'm stealing her for a second," he said as he pulled her away to have her all to himself.

She laughed as he spun her around and kissed her quickly, PDA wasn't a normal thing for Quinn but the high from adrenaline had him loving all over her. His thumb ran over her cheek as he kissed her again and again, a hiss leaving her mouth as he brushed over the cut. Quinn pulled away with furrowed brows, finally seeing the gash across her face, "I thought you said you were fine?" he inspected her face. "I'm fine, I promise!"

"What happened?" he said taking her by the hand and pulling her through the crowd of people to find one of the on-duty medics. She rolled her eyes at his dramatic antics, "Someone pushed Anna into me and I fell into the arm of the chair, I'm not concussed, it's not that big of a deal!" He handed her over to the care of one of the team medics who patched her up nicely, disinfecting the cut and putting a bandage on it for safe measures.

"All better?" he grinned. "I was fine before," she shrugged as he placed a kiss on the side of her head, a fake scowl on her face. "I get worried when shit like that happens, just be happy I didn't figure out a way to jump the glass to save you," he grinned.

"Can we please stop talking about it," she stopped in her tracks to look at him with a pleading look. "Let's talk about playoffs," she grinned, "Or the celebration I'm gonna give you when we get home," she teased making his face go red, taking her by the hand and pulling her in the direction of the exit.

I hate this :) but it'll do

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #vancouver canucks #luke hughes #jack hughes

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 1 year ago

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CW: Mentions of physical violence and weapons.

"I am thinking I want a tattoo"

Remus felt happy and warm even if was winter, almost Christmas. Remus was feeling the festive mood for the first time. Besides the cold, besides the fact he had been robbed, that he didn't have a phone or the little money he kept, besides the fact that he had been hurt and that he missed his best friend already. Remus was relatively happy. There was one person to blame. And he was sitting next to him, very close to him.

"A tattoo?" Remus asked as he smiled.

"Yeah" Sirius nodded. He was drawing a friendly dog in the foggy window of the London Tube "I was thinking what Fen said yesterday. Do I really look like a delicate prince?"

Remus laughed despite the fact that it hurt to think about Fen and the boys. How they once were Remus's family. And just yesterday they tried to hurt Sirius and him. They hurt Grant. But luckily Grant would be safe and sound in Brighton by now.

Sirius’s dog had a speech bubble next to it. It read: "Hello Moony". Remus smiled.

"I want to look more badass if I am going to live in London" Sirius added.

"You're going to live in a posh neighborhood anyway, so it's fine"

Sirius poked out his tongue.

Sirius had been absolutely adorable during their trip to London. It was the first time Sirius visited the city for real. And though their mission had been to rescue Grant, which they managed successfully despite everything, Remus could tell Sirius had enjoyed it. He wanted more than ever to move into his Uncle's apartment.

"I am sorry for bringing the subject, Moony"

Seeing Sirius’s eyes of concern, Remus realized he had a sad expression. And he hated feeling that way for those people. But nobody understood what they had meant for him. Maybe only Grant.

"It's okay, I am fine"

"No, you are not" Sirius prompted "And it's okay. I get it"

Fen had been drunk and probably on drugs when he took out his knife. And when he hit and kicked Remus on the ribs. He still had the bruises. More than the ones he used to have. But what he said had been circulating Remus's brain all day: "Ye'r a traitor! Yeh abandoned us to play to be a posh boy in a posh school. We've used ter be Yer family and yeh left us"

Remus didn't regret going to Hogwarts. It had been the best decision of his life. Not only because he was able to see Sirius again. But in Hogwarts he had met the best people he could find. Now comparing with what he used to have with Fen and the others, Remus realized he didn't know what real friendship looked like, what real love looked like.

"I tried distracting you with Andromeda and Ted"

"And Nymphadora"

"Just call her Dora" Sirius shivered "That name is horrid"

Remus laughed.

Sirius’s smile showed how much he liked his little family. He only had Andromeda and Regulus now. He had been so happy to spend the day with them. Right before The Holidays. Probably it hadn't been like with The Potters. But they were his family.

"I had a really good time with them"

And it had made Remus love Sirius more. He didn't think it was possible to love someone so much. Even if they were just friends.

Sirius, now bored with the drawings on the window, found another distraction in playing with Remus's wrist bands. Every time Sirius touched his skin, Remus felt shivers down his spine.

"I didn't want to let Regulus go" Sirius added with a sad tone.

The Black Brothers were a total Rollercoaster. Remus had seen them fight like cats and dogs one moment. And then act like best friends at the other. While at The Tonks' they had been at peace. Teasing each other occasionally, but fine. Until Regulus said he was coming back to Grimmauld Place for the rest of the Holidays.

"I can believe he keeps choosing them over me"

"He is going to be fine, Pads"

At this point, they were gently touching each other's fingers and palms. Innocent play. But with a lot of meaning in between.

"He is too vulnerable" Sirius added with disdain "Reg is going to let them manipulate him. Something they wanted to do with me"

Remus couldn't help but rub his shoulders. Something a friend would do to comfort him.

"Regulus is very clever. He won't do anything he doesn't want to"

Sirius took a deep breath "Let's not talk about it. It's almost Christmas. I want to take advantage of our moments together before going back to Hogwarts"

"What do you want to do?" Remus asked in amusement "It's almost midnight and we don't have any money left"

"Only what Andy gave to me" Sirius smirked

"For our train tickets for tomorrow" Remus reminded him.

"We still have something left to buy some wine"

"She said that was for tickets and food"

"I am not hungry. Ate plenty at The Tonks. You?"

Remus wanted to smile. Remus wanted to say yes to everything. Remus wanted to follow Sirius anywhere. And do whatever he said. Because Remus loved him.

"I am always hungry. You know that" Remus teased.

"We'll buy some snacks with the wine"

Remus smiled now "You are impossible" he said. Sirius smiled innocently. Remus wanted to kiss him. "Add some fags to the list. Fen left me clean"

That made Sirius laugh "Deal"

The whole ride back to Alphard's flat was full of gentle touches and closeness. Remus let Sirius place his legs on his lap. They were wrapped around each other like some puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. They held hands. Sirius was scooping closer and closer. Placing his head on Remus's shoulder. Remus was getting addicted to Sirius’s smell and warmth.

Somehow it was a mixture of perfection and the slow craving of more. Remus didn't want to think how friends weren't supposed to do this. He didn't want to measure how romantic or how platonic this was. It was just happening.

They had always been close. Even before they started kissing and doing other stuff. Especially now that they had shared secrets and everything was at the open. It was clear they loved each other. And if Remus didn't think much about how or what they were, he could enjoy what he was having with Sirius.

"We should probably call Prongs to tell him we are alive"

Once in the flat, Remus was at ease. He didn't want to think about the fact that he would spend the night alone with Sirius. The night before, Grant had been something to focus. But now, it was only the two of them.

"Call him. I'll light the fireplace. It is freezing in here"

In front of the chimney and after several glasses of wine and some cigarettes, Remus was relaxed and warm.

"Alphard had taste for many things, not for decorating I am afraid" Sirius commented as he looked around.

Remus had been too worried about Grant last night to appreciate this place. Now more at ease, his eyes wandered around. Everything looked expensive and luxurious. Only the best that money could buy. Though Sirius was right. The decorations made the place look a bit ancient.

"Did you know my Uncle used to make hell of parties in this very place?"

Remus smiled "Yeah?"

"Brought many lovers in here as well" Sirius added, then chuckled "Imagine all the sex these walls had witnessed"

Remus was mid sip of his wine when he choked by the comment.

"If walls could talk" Sirius raised his eyebrows teasingly.

"I'm not sure you'd want to listen to those stories" Remus commented.

"My Uncle was a true slag" Sirius took a sip of his drink "At least he had fun"

Remus couldn't believe he was blushing. He was a bit drunk. And fuck it, he was getting hornier. He had promised himself he could be just Sirius’s friend. But it was impossible not to want him if he was so bloody pretty.

"How about you?" Remus asked with stupid drunk confidence "Are you bringing lovers when you move in?"

"I am having parties as well" Sirius answered looking only to the fire.

"What about the lovers?"

Sirius’s eyes fixed on Remus. The boy was out of breath for a second. Sirius scooped closer. Time felt like it had been stopped. Sirius hesitated before touching Remus's curls. Remus let him. Sirius’s hand moved towards his ear. Remus froze. Sirius caressed his neck delicately. Remus closed his eyes because the gesture was giving tiny shots of pleasure.

"I brought you, didn't I?" Sirius whispered before leaning in for a kiss.

It took all the strength in the world to look away and not kiss Sirius back.

"Sirius," Remus began with a trembling voice "You know we can't do this"

Sirius wasn't expecting that answer clearly. He looked hurt. And a bit confused.

"Yeah sorry" Sirius pursed his lips in disappointment "Just best friends, I get it"

"You were the one who said you needed time to figure things out" Remus snapped angrily.

Sirius wasn't supposed to be the hurt one. Not after everything he had made Remus go through.

"Yeah I know" Sirius shrugged, trying to sound uninterested "I just wanted to kiss you" he looked down to his empty cup "It's probably the wine"

But Remus's temper had changed. Everything was so fine with Sirius, so glorious, so brilliant, until he ruined it all.

"Fuck it, Sirius, you know very well how I feel about you" Remus said as he raised to his feet to pour himself more wine. He needed to be drunker.

"It was just a silly kiss, Remus, relax"

Remus turned in surprising speed, almost spilling the bottle on the carpet.

"I do want to kiss you!" And maybe he raised his voice a little "I love you!" he added, taking Sirius by surprise. Although he had said it many times already "But all you do is play with me when you want. You might be used to everyone being at your feet and maybe I used to be at your feet myself. But I can't do this anymore"

Sirius’s expression turned to fury. Eyes glistening by tears. He rose to his feet as well.

"You think I do this to mess up with you? Of course not, Moony! I want you for real"

Their yells echoed through the empty walls reminding both that no one had lived in that place for months. The ghost of the lonely man that used to own the flat was long gone. Perhaps the place hadn't known love. Maybe sex, fun and parties but not love.

"I know you do" Remus answered "But I don't want to be wanted by you. I want to be loved by you, Padfoot!"

Sirius opened his mouth to say something he didn't dare. Instead he replied with:

"Fuck me, Remus! You love to play this game as well. Who was touchy touchy with me in tube just hours ago? You've been all over me all day!"

Remus snorted in disbelief.

"You are the one who taunts me all the time with your touchy shows of affection and your flirtatious words!" Sirius replied with rage "I said I needed time!"

"What do you want me to do? Bloody ignore you?? We were supposed to be fucking friends, weren't we?"

"I don't think we can be friends" Sirius tutted "Everything is ruined now. Are we going to be awkward forever?"

"You are the one who made it awkward"

"Fuck you! You were practically begging me to kiss you!"

"Fuck you! You're the slag that threw himself at me!"

"And now you're acting like a prude, ha?"

Just like that the little spark turned into a fire, burning everything around them. How easily they exploded with words that hurt each other like daggers when minutes before it was good between them. Remus was sick and tired of how much Sirius made him hate him. Just like he was tired of how much Sirius made him love him. All at the same time.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF, SIRIUS!"

Sirius’s force was unstoppable as he approached.

"FUCK ME YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!"

Before Remus could react, Sirius pulled him by his neck into the most passionate snog, the hottest kiss he had ever experienced.

And God knows Remus tried to fight against it, but seconds later he gave into it faster than falling from a cliff. He opened his mouth for Sirius’s tongue. Remus tasted heaven for a second before Sirius broke apart. Remus would have protested but Sirius only needed seconds to whisper the next words:

"I am crazy in love with you, Moony. You drive me insane"

Sirius’s words were rushed and Remus didn't have time to process them. Sirius was attacking his mouth again. Remus was distracted with pinches of pleasure on his mouth as he felt Sirius’s tongue again. And pinches of pleasure when Sirius’s fingers ran through his hair.

When the message was processed by his brain, all Remus could do was smile between kisses. And he carried on. He carried on. Nobody could stop him now.

Remus didn't know how they got to one of the rooms, probably Alphard's, Remus didn't care. They were suddenly fully snogging on the softest bed Remus had touched. Sirius on top of him.

Remus's body raised in temperature. He realized he was only a human and needed air to survive only when Sirius detached his lips from Remus's mouth to his neck. Remus had only microseconds of air until it became difficult to breathe again for the delicious thing Sirius was doing to his neck.

Remus's instinct was to press him closer to him. And the sound that came out of their mouths was almost animalistic. It made Remus laugh.

"God, I love you"

Sirius let out a little snort on his collarbone.

"Moony, Moony, Moony.... I love you more"

Remus felt like fireworks on his chest. Those three words were better than any kiss or touch that Sirius could give him. That euphoric feeling made him smile to the dark.

Sirius giggled "Of course I love you. And I am scared of how much"

Remus caressed Sirius’s back in response. Then he stroked his soft hair.

"Sorry," Sirius added, looking down at Remus. They smiled at each other "I swear I didn't bring you here for this. And I certainly wasn't planning to confess my feelings like that. But, oh Moons, you made it difficult"

Remus chuckled "Well, you shouldn't have tried to kiss me in the first place"

"You looked adorable and irresistible" Sirius pouted. "What was I supposed to do?"

Remus let out a little laugh.

Sirius began playing with Remus's hair as if that gesture didn't drive him crazy.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want" Sirius said. Remus noticed the nervousness in his voice. He adored this vulnerable Sirius.

"You mean..."

Sirius bit his lip "What I said about my Uncle is true. But it was stupid to bring it up. You make me say stupid things, Moons"

"Yeah, blame me" Remus teased, making Sirius hit his arm playfully.

"I want you" Sirius added, and the way he said it sent shivers down Remus's spine "But it's okay if you want to wait"

"Are you proposing me to have sex with you in the same place your Uncle probably had sex with several men?"

"Way to bring the mood down, Moony"

Remus giggled. He was an idiot. He had only said that to hide the fact he was really really nervous. He admired Sirius for talking about this upfront. That's how Sirius got what he wanted most of the time.

Remus had wanted this for a long time. He had imagined it in his head. They were alone. Something that would be difficult back at Hogwarts. And he was completely in love with this boy. So why not? The only problem was that Remus was utterly scared. Mainly of what Sirius would say about his body. What if he didn't like it? What if he found it disgusting?

Stupid bloody fear.

Sirius must've read his mind because he took it as a red light. So he rolled to the side, panting to the ceiling.

"We should probably finish the wine and go to sleep, Moons. Prongs made me promise we would be at the Castle in the morning. It's Christmas Eve tomorrow, remember?"

Remus didn't want to go to sleep. He didn't want to lose the opportunity to be with Sirius. He was dying to touch him and show him how much he loved him. Hell, he was a teenage boy in love. He couldn't wait to have his top surgery to have sex, right? He wanted Sirius more than he had wanted anything.

So he rolled to his side, took Sirius’s shirt and pulled him into a wet desperate kiss. Sirius responded willingly.

In no time, they were all over each other again.

Remus pulled Sirius’s shirt off. And Sirius did the same with his. Sirius kissed the bruises and scars Fen had left the day before.

"I want you to be the first, Sirius" Remus whispered to the other boy in the dark. "I want to be yours forever"

Remus felt how Sirius's heart speed up with his words and Remus could've sworn seeing him blushing even in the poor light. Sirius was absolutely gorgeous and God how much Remus loved him.

"But I am not taking this off" Remus added, pointing to his binder "Is that okay?"

Sirius nodded at once. His eyes were shining as he said: "You're so beautiful, Remus".

The fact that he used his name made everything more real. Remus believed him.

"I love you" Sirius added shyly.

Remus smiled.

"I think I've loved you since the first day I saw you. I just didn't know it. I was a fool ten year old boy"

Remus touched his cheek. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe Sirius felt the same. Remus had loved this boy since he was a kid. This love had seemed impossible, unreachable and one-sided for so long that Remus couldn't believe it had been the same for Sirius. They had been terrible idiots.

"If you're saying things to get me horny, let me tell you I already am"

That comment made them laugh but also break the ice. And cut the little tension they were having for their potential first time.

"And here I was trying to declare my sweet love to you, Moons" Sirius tutted "You have to make everything sexual..."

"Shut up and kiss me" Remus interrupted with a sweet delicate kiss.

A kiss that started everything. Nothing stopped them after that. There was no time for words. But they told each other everything with touches and sighs of pleasure. The walls of that flat witnessed something extraordinary. Not only hot and messy sex once again. But the most honest demonstration of love. Remus liked to believe they had been the first ones to make magic while making love.

Remus would remember it as the happiest night of his life.

#marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #trans remus lupin #alphard black

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tunabesimpin · 2 years ago

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Mitchell Sprite & Relationship chart

Made Mitty a sprite ^o^ Thx once again to @/alchemivich for such a great library of assets!

A few key relationships explained below ^v^

Vil & Mitchell: Mitchell greatly respects and admires Vil! They get along fairly well, but Mitty gets extremely intimidated by Vils beauty and success and thus admires from afar more often then not. Vil on the other hand simply knows Mitty as a hard worker and fan in Pomefiore. As long as Mitty's fangirling doesn't cause problems, Vil doesn't mind him.

Rook & Mitchell: Mitty is a bit scared of Rook and his antics. Being a beastmen and having heard about Rooks silly charades, Mitty makes sure to put some distance between the two. Rook is a bit interested in Mitty and his chatty nature.

Silver & Mitchell: Friends thanks to Lilia's introduction. Mitchell gets along with Silver and enjoys talking nonstop to him, even if he falls asleep. Silver, when he is awake during Mitty's speeches, tries to lead Mitty into a better direction. Silver acts as a sort of guiding hand, showing Mitty how to be kinder to others.

Lilia & Mitchell: Mitchell respects Lilia's passion during Pop Music Club and strives to be more like Lilias bubbly and friendly personality. Mitty sometimes visits Lilia outside of club for advice. Lilia doesn't mind Mitty's brash personality too much, knowing they have much room for growth! Lilia also acts as a guide to show Mitty more proper ways of communicating and being more aware of others feelings.

Cater & Mitchell: Their relationship is a bit complex. Mitty greatly appreciates Cater for having brought Mitty to the Pop Music Club, teaching him about Magicam, and for always listening to his rants. Mitty considers Cater to be a very close friend, one of his only best friends even. However, Cater does not think the same. Cater was excited to meet someone highly interested in magicam and social medias etc, but after teaching Mitty more, he end up resenting Mitty. Seeing and having to hear Mitty's ego rage and grow, makes him dislike the peacock boy. He blames himself partly for Mitty's egoistic behavior and wishes he could say something to change it, but he's too scared he'll make things worse. Cater will sometimes hide from Mitty or redirect him to Riddle or Lilia to avoid feeling too stressed.

Riddle & Mitchell: Mitty adores Riddle. Riddle gave Mitty his first 'compliment' and ever since, Mitty has been trying to recruit Riddle into being an idol with him. Its Mitty's way of saying I think we'd be great together! Thus Mitty will bother Riddle anytime he is visiting Heartslaybul. Riddle hates Mitty's behavior and constantly tries to reprimand Mitty, but since Mitty technically isn't from Heartslaybul and not often breaking rules, it's hard for Riddle to regulated the weirdo. He refuses to become an idol and even is offended by the idea.

Leona & Mitchell: Mitty stays as far from Leona as possible. Leona made one threat of eating Mitty like a chicken for squawking too loudly while he was sleeping. Mitty took it quite seriously.

And thats it for Mitty! ^o^ Mitty is easily intimidated and tends to be quite egoistic so it's easy for people to either A) want to bully him or B) Ignore him completely. Hopefully this pretty boy can get his act together and make friend properly >.< Thanks for reading about Mitty!

#tuna be talkin #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst mitchell

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pooce-art · 2 years ago

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Today's 123 Rhodes Island Translation(no.52). Today is Lunacub! dog girl + wolfgirl friendship

Today's translation was pretty tough. With Amiya's big introductory onboarding speech. It wasn't a pain to understand, just hard to parse into English. So I kinda just tried to make it as close as possible while also sounding like a boring onboarding session.

The only big thing of note was that I changed the SFX for that comic from just "wake up" to "jolts awake" because I think it just fits the illustration more.

Comic 2 was when it got really tough since the first 2 narration bubbles actually include some slang in them. The original sentence is 总之，去仓库整点用的

整点 literally means the whole point, so it can be used in decimals or math, so literally It means "in short, goes for the whole reason of useful things" but that's not very good. I asked someone else and apparently, the sentence could also mean "goes to get useful things" so I guess here the context is king ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also 总之 can mean anyways to the point of confusing the person I asked into thinking that they were thought bubbles.

So yeah all in all a mess of a translation, the final panel is actually more straightforward comparatively. The line about the doctor's snacks was originally "the doctor's snack storeroom was emptied" and while 后勤人员 literally means logistics team, it also more accurately means support staff so I just went with that

As always I am not a professional, this is just to help me practice Chinese. If you wanna share it on other sites or use my translations feel free to as long as you credit me.

Original comic: https://terra-historicus.hypergryph.com/comic/6253/episode/2890

#arknights #123 rhodes island #arknights amiya #english translation #lunacub #ceobe #doctor arknights #god slang is always such a mess to try and figure out #at least ceobe is having a good time

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thefatedmeeting · 1 year ago

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Hey guys, I'll start to post an autobio webcomic here. Wasn't feeling up to it because of the floods in Rio Grande do Sul, but I'm already behind schedule so… let's go.

Image descriptions/alt text will be available here for now, which is where I can put a larger text size.

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION – MIDNIGHT TRUTH TIME. This comic’s art style is simple, scribbled, doodle-like, without realistic details. It’s black and white, with few colors painted in watercolor style. In a living room, a black and white cat sits to the right, next to a plant. A person to the left peeks at the reader, breaking out in a cold sweat. This person, then, goes to the center of the panel, while their cat observes them. It’s Hyamara, a caricature of the comic’s author. Hyamara has average height, short and black hair, piercings in their ears. They’re using a white shirt with a colored strawberry, and blue pants. They wave at the reader, still sweating, and holding a small paper in their hand. Then, They say: “Uh. Hello.” Hyamara picks up their cat with one hand while they read the paper with the Other, still sweating. In the background, there are arrows pointing at Hyamara: one of them points at their cat, saying “cat”, another to their head, saying “anxious”, and another to their body, saying: “pronouns: she/he/them”. Hyamara continues: “This is Hyamara. I’m a nonbinary Brazilian lesbian, I’m a comic artist and 2d game artist. I uuh.” “You know what, whatever lol”, Hyamara says, throwing away the paper to the side, and smiling, no longer sweating. “I’m Hyamara, and this is my autobio comic! I’m gonna talk about daily life in a funny way (I think. I hope)”. “I’m also gonna talk homophobia, lesbianism, gender, whiteness and its toxicity (as I’m white),”Hyamara puts their free hand on their jaw, thinking, and continues. “And also in that context, german colonization in southern Brazil (as I’m from there). This comic is funded by Secretaria Municipal da Cultura de Novo Hamburgo, with resources from Lei Paulo Gustavo (Complementary Law n.195/2022)”. Meanwhile, the cat in their arms tries to take the paper, which is floating down to the ground. Hyamara lets their cat jump down to the ground. The cat takes the paper with its mouth with a proud expression, and to their side there is a shine. Hyamara keeps talking. “This comic will have alt-text and image description wherever it’s possible to put them! Also, when I finish all pages, I’ll make audio description for them - so hopefully, visually impaired people can read this! It’s about 41 episodes!” “Hope you enjoy the ride!!”, Hyamara says. This speech bubble has hearts and stars around it. Hyamara gets extremely close to the reader, with their eyes bulging – just their face is in the shot. Their cat peeks behind their shoulder. “(I’m going to climb your window if you don’t \j)”, says a text under the panel. Below, the footer of the comic starts, with the logo of Midnight Truth Time: Hyamara’s head, smiling and looking towards the left, with a hand making the peace and love sign (a closed fist with the index and middle fingers up). Around their head is the color blue. “Midnight Truth Time!” encircles their head, in black, and around the logo is the color red. Below the logo, it says: “[heart emoji] and subscribe! [smiling face with tears emoji].” Below that, is a list of logos with Hyamara’s social media: Twitter/X logo (with an X in the middle and a tear on the bird’s eye): @hyacspen Instagram logo: @hyacspen Tumblr logo: @thefatedmeeting Patreon logo: patreon.com/hyamara Itch.io logo: hyamara.itch.io Gumroad logo: hyamara.gumroad.com Between star emojis: hyamara.com Below, there is a black footer. Inside, in white text, it’s written: CARRIED OUT BY, and the logos of Secretaria de Cultura de Novo Hamburgo, of Lei Paulo Gustavo, and of Federal Govermnent of Brazil’s Ministério da Cultura – União. END OF IMAGE DESCRIPTION.]

#midnight truth time #art #mine #comic #comics #webcomic #indie comics #doesnt look like it but ive been working real hard at this lol

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cyrusthemagician · 1 year ago

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Stuff my ocs do when comfortable around you (platonic)

Sunbie:

- sticks close to your side,Del but making sure not to make any physical contact

- allows you to touch her hair and ears, purrs like a cat when you do

- snuggles, infinite cuddles for all!

- shoves herself into your arms or lap whenever she thinks your upset

- come out of her room more often to hang in yours

- more energetic and less gloomy, can be more open and honest about her feelings

- shares her drawings with you or passes notes under your door

Cyrus:

- writes stories about you, might share them

- clingy as hell, usually watching over you in a protective manner

- He is very protective of everyone but especially with you, defending your name or anything like that

- reads you his stories

- usually dosnt let people into his room, but you on the other hands are invited to come in anytime

- less of a worried protector and more of a caring one now taht the two of you are closer

- checks up on you even more than before

- brings you snacks or plushies

PoPPi:

- aks you for advice on her outfits or let's you choose them

- less annoyed if you try and touch the buttons on her head

- teases you more often

- brings you different bugs, critters, plants, or flowers she finds

- tries to have sleepovers with you

- asks you alot of questions about yourself, favorite color, favorite food, favorite smell, etc etc

- gets upset when you don't talk to her or come out of your room for 'too long'

- shows appreciation through compliments "handsome, pretty, dadarling, charming" etc etc

- carries you around and gives you piggy back rides even when you don't ask for them (if even possible)

Skyblue:

- less violent around you, usually toning it down as much as she can without screaming from frustration

- picka you up with her tail

- gives you different kinds of weapons

- asks you oddly specific questions "what color do you think your eyes were, do you think there is death here?" Etc etc

- still unsettling and abrasive but atleats apologizes for it

- stares...

- makes fun of and teases you, physical contact like elbows and slaps on the back

- gossips or shit talks others to you over snacks and lunch

BUGMI:

- bumps into you often (litteraly)

- talks way more, producing what longer and harder to read speech bubbles

- gives compliments like "you look silly, you sound silly/funny, your colors are odd, I like your shape" that are oddly insulting but she means it well..

- does little foot stompies whenever she sees you

- less loud than usual

- gives tones of hugs (even if they aren't the best since she feels like hugging plastic)

- tries to get you to talk to others with her

- invites you out to the roller rink or begs you to take her outside

Bubblie:

- makes balloon animals for you often

- offers you drinks and snacks, gives you bakes goods she makes

- grabs thisng from high up for you since her limbs can stretch forever

- pops up randomly to give you compliments or praise

- VERY touchy, usually oversteps boundaries without realizing it, hugs, squeezes, pokes, boops, picks you up, grabs you, pets, pats, etc

- gets louder around you and rambles on about her interests or how her day has gone

- let's you sleep in her room

- endless nicknames

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rutilation · 1 year ago

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This latest chapter reminded me that I have thoughts about this guy. And by thoughts, I mean questions. But, before I ask those questions, I want to share my thoughts about a few other side characters in Part 2. I have a point I wish to make through them:

Miri has been used, abused, and dehumanized his whole life. It makes him suffer, but it's also as ubiquitous and imperceptible to him as water is to a fish. After Makima died, he tried to drag himself into the light, and take back control of his life, but he ended up backsliding into old habits, and wound up neck deep in a violent cult--new window dressing on the same old shit.

Fumiko deeply despises Chainsaw Man for not saving her parents, but sublimates that hatred into pity for Denji. When he's toeing Public Safety's line, she squeezes him like he's her personal stress ball, alternately degrading him and flattering him, all while telling herself she's protecting poor, scared little boy who was forced to become Chainsaw Man. But, when the chips are down, she takes every opportunity she can to twist the knife in Denji's back, and exact her vengeance.

We don't know a single detail of Barem's past, but it's nonetheless clear that he's like a version of Denji that couldn't bring himself to break free of Makima. He's a true believer in the worldview she created to rationalize her own inability to connect with others. He wants that perfect world, with no bad movies, where he never has to think or make decisions for himself. He hates Denji for taking that possibility away from him, and he hates Nayuta for outgrowing Makima.

None of these characters have had a huge amount of focus or backstory in the grand scheme of things. But, while they are rough sketches, drawn with few lines, they're still complete sketches. And, whether or not they ever get any more meat on their bones, I can confidently say I know what makes them tick.

We have not, however, gotten a complete sketch of Yoshida, rough or otherwise--just disparate puzzle pieces that don't yet fit together.

Yoshida keeps his cards close to his chest, but one thing about him that is painfully obvious is that his brain currently exists at the bottom of a crab bucket. From being crowded by speech bubbles full of excuses for his loneliness, to affirming to Denji that alienation is the heart of normalcy, to him losing his cool when Denji says he wants both his normal and superhero life, it's crystal clear how much he doesn't want to imagine a better world, not for himself, nor for anyone else, and how much he resents any notion to the contrary.

What has me confused atm is trying to square that with his apparent attitude and outlook during Part 1. He didn't seem happy per se, but he was definitely way more carefree than he is now. In particular, his scene with Kishibe seems to stand in stark opposition to his current situation. What I got out of that conversation was that he was well aware of plots and conspiracies surrounding Makima and Public Safety, and was feeling smug about the fact that none of it affected him--he had finals to worry about, you see. But, somewhere between parts 1 and 2, he went from haughtily observing the crab bucket from on high, to being at the bottom of it. How did that happen? And just what is the true nature of this bucket?

To speak in less metaphorical terms: If his new job at Public Safety makes him miserable, why doesn't he just quit? He could certainly make it as a civilian devil hunter. And, given how he was willing stand by and watch as Yuko killed a bunch of his fellow students, I doubt he's in the bucket out of a sense of altruism or duty. Based on the information we've been given, he shouldn't feel the need to put himself through any of this. He has no reason to be Public Safety's Saddest Middle-Manager. So why is he? Out of all the questions I have, I feel this one is the most glaring. This, right here, is the puzzle piece being withheld.

Another question I have: why are he and Fumiko 2 different characters? On the face of it, from a writing perspective, they're seemingly fulfilling the same functions in the story. They're both projecting hard onto Denji, they're both being so very parasocial about it, they're both stand-ins for Public Safety's tyranny, they both betray our protagonists, siding with authority when the chips are down, and they are both. such. cops.

Their only difference is their respective attitudes--where Fumiko approaches her role with gleeful cruelty, Yoshida does so with sour-grapes resignation. I don't feel, though, that such a difference would be enough on its own to warrant making them two separate characters. So, why are they? The only reason I can come up with is that the two of them are eventually going to end up in very different positions, thus necessitating two different characters. One of them needs to be a bastard forever, because The State is always going to be a bastard forever, and between the two of them, Fumiko is the more motivated bastard.

That's the main reason I believe that the general fandom expectation of Yoshida having some sort of redemption arc down the line has weight to it, and isn't *merely* the result of fans automatically siding with--and ascribing unearned depth to--the biggest twink in the room. That said, I would like to point out that just because he seems likely to eventually break with Public Safety, does not necessarily mean his endpoint is going to be sympathetic, or heroic, or conducive to shipping; it's just going to be different from Fumiko's.

Finally, standing above these questions is a broader question: why is Fujimoto stringing us along like this with regard to Yoshida? All those other characters I talked about made total sense within ten chapters of their introduction, so why not him? What's the point of making Yoshida a puzzle in the first place, of withholding answers for this long?

The longer this particular shoe takes to drop, the more convinced I am that it's going to end up being a bombshell. After being left in suspense for this long, I'll be disappointed if it isn't.

#chainsaw man #wow what an interesting discussion you're putting out there me #too bad the next chapter drops in like 12 hours and no one's going to read this

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laziestgirlintown · 1 year ago

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Something Sweet, chapter 10

Happy dates, but also cw: panic attack, sorry about that. Also on AO3. First chapter here.

PAGE 1-2

First date: walking around an exhibition, talking art, ending up with drinks, talking more.

Laughing together in the café when the curator comes for new cakes.

Second date: a concert or play, followed by dinner, lots of talking. (Among speech bubbles of art and pastries and cats, also a few of various pride flags)

On the way to the bus/tram stop, the baker reaches out, and they hold hands for the rest of the walk. The curator suggests a walk in a park for their next date.

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Third date: walking through the park the curator suggested. They hold hands. Both pleased, happy, radiant. Pointing out trees, clouds, statues, talking about all sorts of things.

The baker, feeling confident and safe: “I actually live just over there. Would you like to meet Sable?”

*heart eyes* “I would love to meet Sable!”

Sable thoroughly approves of the curator. He chats with her while the baker makes tea.

They sit on the sofa, turned to each other, Sable stretched out across their drawn-up legs (knees nearly touching but not quite).

The curator, closing his eyes over his steaming teacup: “Oh, this smells lovely.”

The baker: “Hey, I think there’s something I should tell you. Just so that … so that I won’t have not told you.”

The curator considers joking (‘You’re married, right? As long as you’re both fine with poly, I’m fine with that’), realises how serious the baker is, grows serious too. “All right.”

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The baker: “After your first Saturday in the café, M_ said they’d recognised you as a café critic.”

[the curator cracks in two, cut clean off with a clack; nothing shows outwards and the baker goes on:]

“So we looked you up to see if you’d reviewed us.”

The curator looks away slightly, struggles not to turn off completely. “But that’s not what you found,” he manages. His voice is frail, far away; his body tenses against waves of shivers; his heart races, thundering in his ears.

“No. And I can’t possibly pretend to understand it, just from what I read, but obviously I’m incredibly sorry it happened and I’ll support you in any way you want me to. It was beginning to feel strange knowing of it but not – K_?” He realises something is really wrong.

“It …” the curator tries, but can’t speak.

Sable sits up and looks at him worriedly, purring.

The curator’s hands twist, splashing hot tea, and the baker swiftly takes his teacup, setting it and his own on the table, taking one of the curator’s hands in both of his.

“K_?”

The curator opens his mouth again, to no avail. His vision is beginning to go black, his face and hands are pale. He shakes violently once, then sits frozen, trembling. Sable immediately walks closer, kneading his leg, rubbing her head against his face and chest, purring loudly.

“K_,” the baker says shakily, trying to keep his terrified voice calm. “Breathe, please, breathe. You’re having a panic attack, but you’re safe, and it will pass. I promise. Sable will help you. Breathe. Listen. Like this.”

He breathes in deep through the nose, breathes out long and slow through the mouth.

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The curator is seeing stars, spiralling, body numb and distant, but Sable’s purring is getting through to him, and, little by little, so is the baker’s voice and the warmth of his hands.

“Breathe, please. With me.” The baker takes another deep, long breath. “K_. You’re safe. I know it’s hard to breathe, but I’ll help you. It’ll come. You’ll come back.” Another breath.

The curator gasps, sobs.

“Can you lift your hand to Sable? She likes it when you pet her. She’s warm.”

The baker lets him hear another clear, deep breath. The curator lifts his free hand to Sable’s soft fur and gasps again, pulls in a very shallow breath, coughs it out.

“Good,” the baker says. “That’s good.” He breathes in, breathes out. The curator gasps more than breathes, but shakily strokes the cat, who curls up against him. Little by little, the baker’s distant voice comes closer, and, so slowly, K_ relearns how to breathe.

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When K_’s body finally unlocks he crumbles against the sofa’s backrest, trembling but breathing, petting Sable with a very unsteady hand. His cheeks are wet with tears.

The baker hunches up. Tears roll down his face too. “Shit. I am so, so sorry. I didn’t realise it was that bad. I should have been much more careful. Or minded my own damn business.”

“I …” The curator coughs, tries again, weakly: “I’m sorry.”

“You’ve nothing to apologise for,” the baker says indisputably. “Would you like some water?”

“Yes. Please.”

The baker moves as unthreateningly and softly as he can, comes back with a glass of water and a tin of biscuits, set on the table for later. He helps the curator hold the glass to take a few sips.

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“I swear I’ll never bring it up again if you don’t,” the baker says.

“I’m … It’s …”

“And we don’t need to talk about it now if you don’t want; but if you want, I’ll listen. I know it was bad, I hate that it was, and you’re safe here, no questions asked.”

The curator nods slowly. “Thank you.”

“Would you like a biscuit? Good for the blood sugar.”

“Not yet. Some more water, please?”

“Of course.”

After he’s drunk more, the curator comments quietly:

“I see Sable knows what to do in case of panic attacks.” He reaches out with the hand not petting her, and curls it gently over the baker’s hand. The baker squeezes back just as gently, in mutual, reciprocal support.

Chapter 11

#something sweet #i wrote something #original fiction #yaoi #pastries #cw food #fluff #panic attack cw

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virtueofsanityx · 4 months ago

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originally, reggie had no intention of being here. he'd been invited, and he had ever intention of saying no and letting dmitri find a pretty boy to hang on his arm all night. of course, that had been exactly the moment that marisol had to butt her big nose into things, and drag abuela into it too, and next thing he knows, reggie is in a suit that fits perfectly but feels suffocating, standing beside dmitri as they walk in and cameras flash, and panicking internally because things are still awkward between them and he has no idea how to reconcile that with the fact that he'e seen his name tied to dmitri in something far outside of the bounds of the best friendship that they've drawn a line on.

because reggie is still in love with dmitri, and he still can't even get off without thinking about him and the night they had, and he's done everything in his power to try and put it out of his mind, up to and including the absolutely insane amount of dating apps he's gotten on to try and move on, and none of it is working.

because dmitri is under his skin and in his veins, thick and hot and heavy there. because reggie still comes crawling back to him and lays bare at his feet (metaphorically, though if it came up literally at any point, the man would do that too). because reggie is pathetic. but he's here, and the flashes of the camera ensure that he's going to see himself in the paper again, some splashy headline about relationship rumors, and the online speculation about the awkward tension between them, as reggie can't seem to let himself relax no matter how hard he tries. it's too difficult when, standing beside dmitri, being able to breathe him in and take in the unfairly perfect form in a suit is killing him a little more inside every second.

the private room is quieter, and there are no cameras, and it's a relief. he stands, lingers near the door while dmitri goes to sit, and chats briefly with one of the waiters in spanish, then moves toward the man. it's possibly madness, but as he slides into dmitri's lap to fix the slight asymetry of his tie, it seems like the better option than standing and bending over would have been. dmitri doesn't immediately shove him off and into the floor, so it's a good sign, and being so close to him again, after he's tried his best to keep his distance at least physically, feels both like sharp electricity and like coming home all at once.

he wonders if dmitri feels it, too. or if his hopeless, romantic mind is simply wishing once more for something that has been made clear just isn't there.

his heart his hammering, but his hands remain steady as he finally feels content with the fabric, and before he can move to stand, he feels that hand pressing against his back giving him pause. it feels nice there, and he leans into the touch more than he's willing to admit. any scrap of spare affection from the man he loves feels like floating.

"you'd get through your speech with a slightly more crooked tie." his attempt at a joke almost feels flat, but he chuckles anyway, then turns to see the waiter he'd been chatting with reappear with the glasses of champagne he requested. "i doubt you're nervous about it, but i figured a little bubbly to take the edge off couldn't hurt."

@virtueofsanityx. [ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing.

The charity event was an overly embellished spectacle, the kind of gathering Dmitri didn’t usually gravitate toward. A room brimming with Hollywood elites, multimillion-dollar athletes, and socialites who thrived on curated perfection, it practically pulsed with forced laughter and too-enthusiastic chatter. Dmitri wasn’t shy, far fucking from it. In fact, his presence alone could make heads turn and conversations falter, but these events weren’t entirely his comfort zone. He preferred the more lowkey haunts that he was used to, as opposed to the choreographed social dances of the rich and famous. However, tonight, he’d made an exception, stepping into a world that felt foreign, only because the cause mattered. And, like it or not, Dmitri belonged here.

He commanded attention effortlessly, powerful frame sculpting a tailored Hugo Boss suit as though it had been made for no one else. The fabric clung to him in all the right ways, smoothing over broad shoulders and a chest built from years of brutal training, tapering down to a trim waist. His thighs, heavy and thick, tested the limits of the sleek black trousers, and the subtle shift of his muscles beneath the fabric as he moved hinted at the strength coiled underneath his polished exterior. The suit was absolutely flawless, crisp, clean lines, with an understated sophistication... but it was Dmitri who made it look otherworldly. He radiated a sheer physical force and sensuality, this dark magnetism that made people stop mid-sentence when he walked by. His cologne was rich and heady, a hypnotic blend of amber, leather, and spice that seemed to linger just long enough to mesmerize. His beautifully trimmed beard framed his chiseled jaw, and his skin had a velvet deep richness that seemed to glow under the event’s ambient lighting.

Even among the crowd of beautiful people, Dmitri stood out like a King among princes. There was something untamed about him------- an unspoken and yet simultaneously glaring reminder that no matter how well-dressed he was, he was still a brawler, a man who dominated not just the octagon but any room he entered.

And he hadn’t come alone. Reggie was by his side, his best friend and, if the tabloids were to be believed, something far more. Dmitri hadn’t hesitated to invite him, despite the subtle pang of uncertainty he felt. ...Their relationship had been in this strange limbo lately, a careful dance around hushed words, smothered down emotions, and Dmitri didn’t want to let that distance grow. Thankfully, Reggie agreed to being his plus one, but as the cameras flashed when they arrived together, snapping countless photos, he realized too late how easily the world would misinterpret their energy.

Dmitri barely had time to dwell on it once he was shuffled to a private backroom to prepare for a brief speech he was scheduled to give. Other speakers milled about, stylists and makeup artists flitting around them, but Dmitri waved them off. He didn’t need their touch-ups; everything about him was already immaculate. And so he sat down, arms resting on the chair’s edges, dark chestnut eyes focused on the mirrored wall ahead.

Without a word after that, Reggie came sliding onto his lap, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Dmitri promptly stiffened, not out of discomfort, but because the weight of Reggie against him sent his senses tangling and contorting. His best friend’s hands moved to adjust his tie with meticulous care, as though it hadn’t already been perfect, and Dmitri’s gaze glazed over, locking onto Reggie’s face. His hand twitched against the armrest, instinct urging him to settle it on Reggie’s hip, but instead, he balled it into a fist, summoning a restraint he rarely had to exercise.

Reggie, however, didn’t seem fazed. His calm, fluid movements soothed something wild in Dmitri, and when the tie was adjusted at last, Dmitri let his open hand find the small of Reggie’s back, that little bit of contact grounding him in a way that nothing else could.

"Thank you," Dmitri murmured, voice so sincere, so proper, it was obvious he was holding back much more. "Don’t know what I’d do without you."

In that moment, surrounded by luxury and pretense, Dmitri felt more tranquil than he had all evening. Reggie wasn’t just his friend-------- he was the one thing that made all of this tolerable, the anchor that kept him from drifting too far into old disorder and chaos.

#muse: reggie #with: dmitri #i LOVE THEM SO MUCH #my stupid stupid little boys

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neartheeasternfence · 2 years ago

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His Persona Is Wavering

Impressions; Chapter 50

The mystery Mama has reappeared. Surprisingly, she calls Doumeki by his first name. Doumeki asks if some customers who caused trouble at her club were part of Okuyama-gumi. Kamiya, who has a grim expression (emerged blood vessel which indicates his mood is drawn in his speech bubble), appears to be trying to interrupt Doumeki, possibly because Okuyama-gumi’s turning against Sakura Family is still inside information. In contrast, Mama smoothly replies that they seemed to be old customers of her club. It implies that she has some inside information about the Family.

Back in high school age, when Kageyama got a girlfriend, Yashiro stepped down from him. He had shown no jealousy (Tadayoedo sizumazu, saredo naki mo sezu, vol.1, the translated title: Though they drift, they do not sink, but nor do they sing). When Aoi showed up, he recognized at one glance that she was a woman, and immediately presumed that she must have been Doumeki’s girlfriend (ch.2, vol.1). Yashiro is not an autonomous, solid gay man. He does not substantially accept his sexuality and more… As far as Aoi was a woman, he must have felt he was no match for her. And he was kind to Aoi in his way. He offended Doumeki, and if Doumeki had left him, that would have been fine, since it was what Aoi had wanted. Yashiro likely feels the same about even Niki. When Doumeki did not respond to Niki at the entrance of Tsunakawa’s house, giving priority to guests, Yashiro was the one who responded to her protest instead (ch.42, vol.7).

During this encounter with Mama, Yashiro maintains a poker face and keeps observing her. A woman, a real woman, and a womanly woman enhances Doumeki’s masculinity. Yashiro’s glancing expression can never be interpreted as a resignation but as disgust and jealousy. If that is the case, it would be a progress for him. It can be said that means he is trying to accept his sexuality or himself.

Being asked under Doumeki’s body, “You chose me because you wanted me to do this, right?”, Yashiro’s face turns straight for a moment. A pertinent query. Why did I grab Doumeki? However, he quickly conceals himself behind the familiar masque and retorts that he cannot put much expectation on Kamiya in this facet (Doumeki will provide better pleasure than Kamiya while he does not actually care who does it). Doumeki is listening with a slight tilt of his head. His close-up eyes look unexpectedly temperate. He has received some recognition from Yashiro only for his performance in bed. That would be the answer to Doumeki’s query. Doumeki would like to say... Is that all there? Or, even so, you have gone to Inami, too...

Demonstrating his skills without expression, Doumeki points out that Yashiro has a lecherous body. Then Yashiro barely refutes. That would be another step forward for him. Despite his advocating for ‘lechery,’ now his true face is peeking out from under his persona. Finding traces of bondage on Yashiro’s wrist, which are the marks by Inami, Doumeki clearly shows irritation. He ties Yashiro up and asks if Yashiro likes to be bound or prefers to be treated with tenderness. Yashiro looks to have a straight face again.

Later on, Yashiro cannot stay still, recalling the question. The fluctuation of his persona makes him uneasy. He casually excuses himself and heads for Kido, who has been hiding out. Kido is seemed to be one of the men Yashiro hooked up with at the casino (ch.47). But in less than no time, Doumeki appears on the scene, tosses Kido aside, grabs Yashiro by the arm, and tries to drag him away. The man is there, yet he seems faceless -- as if he is not human. The man grabs Yashiro with such force that his fingers dig into Yashiro’s arm -- unable to resist the force. The man is angry -- Doumeki is critically angry. Yashiro must have had recollections just like these. It dated from when he was seven years old. I think he is getting terrified at the end of chapter 50. He has been supposed to not fear violence or violent sex...

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #saezuru chapter 50 #twittering birds never fly #鳴鳥不飛

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idiasdiscordkitten · 3 years ago

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omg hi! welcome back!!! i was a bit sad to see your old content go, but i’m even more excited for your new writing 🥳 (also your masterlists. they’re so pretty)

i'm having my wisdom teeth removed next week and i'm pretty scared about the whole procedure + anesthesia. so as some sort of comfort i thought i'd request some headcanons about the twst boys being all groggy after their wisdom teeth removal and s/o taking care of them. like would they be all romantic and sweet? call somebody’s mother a bitch? (yes epel i am looking at you) shout their deepest darkest secrets for the whole campus to hear? endless possibilities. i hope you’re comfortable with this topic! also i couldn’t find a character limit anywhere, so i'll just ask for the first years (ace, deuce, jack, epel, sebek). thank you so much and welcome back again! 💕

aw it'll be okay! the most important part is the aftercare, so make sure you are paying attention to keeping your mouth clean!

i don't have a character limit, depending on the prompt! for something like this, i'm happy to write the first years. let's go!

s/o taking care of the first years after they get their wisdom teeth removed

Ace Trappola

❤️ probably requested that you film him when he’s loopy so he can laugh at himself later

❤️ when he’s loopy, ace keeps trying to talk to you and gets annoyed when you tell him not to. he’ll try to stick his fingers in his mouth to because he doesn’t believe you when you say there’s gauze in there

❤️ after you get home and he sleeps a little, all he does is complain when he gets up. he knows not to talk too much, so he mostly is texting you. he feels bad that you’re stuck looking after him and tries to tell you he’ll take care of things himself

❤️ ultimately, he’ll just want to watch movies with you for days on end until he’s all healed

Deuce Spade

❤️ extremely nervous about the whole thing--he’s less nervous about the surgery itself and more about the aftercare, because he doesn’t know what he’s doing and will definitely need your help

❤️ immediately after waking up from surgery, deuce will claim that “someone stole his tongue.” he’ll stick his tongue out, trying to prove that it’s gone

❤️ he spends most of his recovery sleeping. he gets back to moving around pretty quickly, since he wants to be in charge of his own recovery, but he listens to every word you say if you tell him to relax or that you’ll handle things for him

❤️ he promises to take you out “somewhere really fancy” as thanks for nursing him back to health once he’s able to eat real food again. you both know that’s probably not going to happen, just because of money, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do everything he can to make sure it does

Jack Howl

💛 honestly did not anticipate having to get any teeth removed, since he’s a wolf beastman. he braces himself for the operation, though, and tries to learn what he can beforehand to prepare

💛 after he wakes up, he’s very uncharacteristically bubbly and extra talkative. you try to remind him that he should keep his mouth closed, but he doesn’t realize that something’s “wrong” and doesn’t listen

💛 he tries to act tough when the silliness wears off, claiming that the pain’s not that bad and he’s fine, but he just doesn’t want to be a bother to you. if you approach him with painkillers, he’ll take them, but he’ll never ask for them

💛 jack reminds you at every opportunity that he really appreciates your company and is happy that you’re there. he would have been embarrassed if anyone else was looking after him, but with you, he had the most comfortable recovery possible

Epel Felmier

💖 epel is honestly very irritated that he has to get this done, claiming that it’s just not something people really worry about back home

💖 he is exactly how you would expect when he’s waking up after surgery. he’s deep into his natural accent and has absolutely zero filter. he’s slurring his speech, swearing, making rude comments about those around him--you’d almost think he was drunk

💖 when that wears off, he does everything he can to act as strong as possible. he’ll go as far to say that he’s fully healed after just a week, which you both know is a massive lie

💖 in truth, he doesn’t really mind having you look after him. he likes your constant presence, and it has him thinking about what it’d be like if you two had kids. would you be as kind, gentle, and helpful with pain like this? gosh darn it, of course ya would

Sebek Zigvolt

💚 saw this coming, since his dad is a dentist. was disappointed that he’d need to have this done, though

💚 sebek is very quiet when he wakes up, uncharacteristically. some people wake up after the surgery and, instead of being funny when they’re loopy, they’re more on the sad side. you try to shush him, but he vents a little about not thinking he’s good enough to be a knight for malleus and that he just wants to make everyone proud

💚 he has no recollection of this after it all wears off, though. his aftercare is the best out of all the first years, thanks to his pre-existing knowledge of the procedure, so you actually don’t need to do very much

💚 he does, however, love that it was you who was with him while he was vulnerable (recovering) and not someone like malleus, who he would hate to look weak in front of

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strangelysamantha · 4 years ago

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crumbled cookies ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: abuse/hitting, hate speech, fat shaming, bullying, insecurities, swearing, fighting, jj’s dad, luke (yikes!) mad jj, mention of pills.

words: 3,365.

summary: you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

request? nope, but requests are open :)

a/n: i randomly thought about this, i obviously don’t believe that us plus size baddies should ever be insecure, but i thought it would be a nice little angst imagine with fluff at the end! if you could, please comment and like if you enjoyed it, thank you! after i write a few requests i will proofread my stories :)

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jj hadn’t answered any of your texts, usually this would worry you, but you understood that sometimes he just needed some space to be alone. you surprisingly were used to this because he always disappeared, and if he genuinely needed you, he knew where to find you. it also wasn’t bothering you because he had only been MIA for a few hours.

you, assuming that jj was just overwhelmed, decided to stay home and bake homemade cookies. jj always complimented your cookies, he loved taste testing them, and more importantly, he loved how you put so much effort into making them perfect, even if you were only making the cookies for him. jj wouldn’t admit it, but he definitely didn’t see you as just a friend. he didn’t know how he viewed you. he was too confused for his own good with his emotions. all he did know was that he depended on you, and that he never wanted to lose you. it would ruin him, especially if he had done something to intentionally lose and hurt you.

you preheated the oven, excited to use a new cookie flavor for jj. you danced lightly to the music playing in the background of your kitchen, softly humming along as you gathered the dry ingredients, mixing them together. it was a fun little game you guys played, where he’d try and guess what extra ingredients you added that affected the cookie's flavor. he almost always got it wrong, but he was so cute sitting there always trying to guess it right, when he didn’t even know that much about cooking anyway.

unbeknownst to you, you were completely unaware of his feelings, despite the same feelings bubbling in your heart too. jj was your best buddy, and obviously you guys had flirtatious banter but it was nothing too serious. it didn’t help that every girl jj had a one night stand with, was the complete opposite of you. how could he like you, when every girl he fucks was not only skinny, but also rich, and mysterious?

pope wasn’t on your side either. he would always express how nauseated he felt when jj would jokingly flirt with you, and openly play with your feelings. he was quite vocal in scolding you when you would tell him that jj blew you off, or jj had pissed you off. deep down you did agree with pope, he wasn’t wrong.

a beep was heard from the oven as it was fully preheated. you had fully completed the cookie dough, now adding the most important ingredients. you decided to be nicer, and chose an easier flavor for jj to guess. you did this just in case something was seriously wrong he could at least be lifted up for guessing it right. m&ms and hershey’s kisses would be mixed together, creating a chocolate m&m hershey cookie, with added caramel on top. you quickly evenly separate the dough, before placing it in the oven waiting for it to rise.

the timer in the kitchen went off as you pulled the cookies out of the oven, careful to not burn yourself. you stick a knife into the cookie to ensure it was fully cooked before smiling contently to yourself. you let them cool off as you got dressed and prepared to go to jjs house.

you added caramel before sliding four cookies into a ziplock baggie. the cute baggy had a drawn on heart and a nice message for him. you didn’t expect to stay long, and you honestly didn’t even know if he would be home.

when you arrived to jjs house it looked vacant and abandoned. the nerves finally catching up to you as you realize he hasn’t talked to you all day. you knock on the front door, waiting for a response but you are left standing there waiting. you frown before hesitatingly walking down the steps. you look up when you hear a car approach, and a glimmer of hope flashes your mind as you thought it was jj, but instead it was his dad.

your heart was beating fast, and you didn’t know what to do. you waited to see if luke would talk but he just looked at you confused, and obviously annoyed. you shook your head quickly, “i’m so sorry, i was just going to drop these off for jj, but he’s not here so i’ll be on my way.” you smile softly, and start to walk away but his strong arms grab yours. you’re startled since his reaching for your elbow was quite unexpected.

“well you are already here. might as well get it over with.” his voice was unrecognizable as his emotions weren’t clear. you nod shyly. “no really i don’t want to inconvenience you, i can come at another time.” he shakes his head before walking to his door, opening it as the door loosely opens entirely, hitting against the wall to its side. you walk behind him being extra cautious in case he tries to grab you again.

you walk straight to the kitchen to set the bag of cookies on the counter, which was no use since right when you placed the bag, luke had scooped it into his hand reading the note. “oh, so you are the one dating my son?” your face twists in confusion. “no, no. jj and i are just friends.” you laugh awkwardly, swaying from feet to feet. the floors creak beneath you causing you to stop shaking back and forth. “okay good.” his eyes look up and down your figure as his mouth forms into a line. “i wouldn’t want him dating someone like… you.” his words hurt, but you didn’t want to break down in front of him.

you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare so you hurried to put an end to the conversation. “uhm. okay, welll thank you for letting me drop them off, i appreciate it mr. maybank.” you nod softly before he states, “no.” you turn over to him, “no?” you repeat as more of a question. your patience wears thin as you notice the cookies are still in his hand, and he is carefully undoing the ziplock that concealed the cookies.

he pulled a cookie out, before admiring it closely. “chocolate chip m&m caramel cookie. very yummy, very good choice.” you avoid eye contact, trying to focus on anything else displayed in the room. “and it’s still warm.” he stares at you as he takes a bite of the cookie, its crumbs slowly falling from where he sunk his teeth in. “it’s quite good.” you smile softly, “thank you… but-.” he cuts you off completely. “of course you, of all people, would be bringing him cookies. i’m not surprised, i can see you are trying to fatten my son.” his words stung you because this wasn’t what you were expecting. his father seemed intoxicated, and before you could leave it seemed like he still had stuff to say to you.

“yes the cookies are good, but they don’t excuse you for lying to my face. you are just like my ex wife… lying, scheming, going behind my back, but still creating delicious snacks.” you stumble back a little, as shock sets over you. “how did i lie?” you ask, quite confused as you hadn’t even talked to him that much. “i know you’re dating jj! i see his hickies i see that when he leaves this house it’s always to meet with your fat ass.” his words hold no meaning, he was just a lousy drunk taking his anger out on the closest thing to him. you stayed silent, when he suddenly shook his head before grabbing the rest of the cookies and throwing them on the floor, jumping on the bag, completely squishing them.

the once yummy cookies, now downgraded into a small pitiful pile that was brutally smeared against the kitchen's tile. your heart speeds up as his eyes are focused on yours, as if trying to read your emotions. “i’m sorry, but i’m not sure what i did to deserve you ruining my cookies?” your tone comes out sassier than intended which definitely didn’t help your case.

“pick it up.” he threw paper towels towards you, as he waited patiently for you to clean up his mess. you silently obeyed scooping your mutated bakery treat up. you got most of it cleaned, but you ran out of napkins. you bite your lip trying to think of a quick solution to finish picking it up so you could possibly leave, but it’s too late because he’s already grabbing your arm forcing you up. tears stream down your face, while you contemplate your choices.

before you could even register what had just happened, his hand had collided with your cheek, as he screams hurtful comments. “you are good for nothing. i honestly hope that jj didn’t choose you, because if he did, that would make him an embarrassment to this family.” he pushes you to the floor, and you quickly try to stand up so you can leave. you hurry to the door, but he catches you before you could get in your car and drive away.

“you can't tell anyone about this. i swear if you tell anyone...” his tone is laced with venom and your face scrunches up in confusion. “dont act stupid! god this is why people treat you the way they do.” you look at him one last time before he sends a fast fist to your face, that hits the side of your nose, and your eye. your face begins to pulse as the blood rushes to the quick forming bruise. you couldn't think straight as everything had happened so fast. all you wanted to do was drop off cookies, but somehow you were now being punished just because you resembled this man's wife. your breath is shaky as your tears are starting to slow down, but they are still evident on your cheeks.

jj’s dad stumbled backwards as if he had finally realized what he had done, before he eventually collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. as he landed on the couch, multiple loose pills fell from his pockets ensuring you that he wasn't mentally in the right place, and he was very obviously intoxicated.

you avoided jj at all costs, which was actually easy since he hadn't even contacted you. you were dreading his routine appearance that was bound to happen soon. you knew it was inevitable, he hasn't missed a nightly check in once, and you had been doing it for months. when you first met the pogues you were slightly scared since you were new in town and you didn't have any friends. so, jj took you under his wing. he quickly became protective over you, which is why he created this elaborate plan to sneak into your bedroom before bed every night. whether it was to just chat, talk about your day, or even just cuddle. you could always expect him at your window at around the same time every night.

usually you would confide in jj, ask for his advice. granted his advice isn't the greatest but it does help that he listens to your problems. not tonight. that wasn't the case. if anything, you wholeheartedly hoped that he would forget, or he would be too busy. he hadn't seen you since before your whole encounter with his father. you wondered if his father had told jj about what he did, and if he did, how did jj react?

you glance at the clock noticing that in the next ten minutes jj would be climbing his way into your window. your body was shaking with nerves as you glanced in the mirror. your black eye was a dead give away that something had happened. could you even tell him the truth? what if you lied, and then he called you out on it saying he already knew about it because his father told him. you contemplated every outcome of the future event that you weren't even ready when he slightly tapped your window. you quickly pulled on sunglasses that easily blocked your eye.

you smile widely, sliding your window up as he gracefully lands on your floor without making a noise, a talent he had perfected. “hey princess!” he has a huge grin on his face, his goofy smile is reason enough as to why you can't break the news to him about what his father did. “hi!” jj pulls you into a hug and you gladly take it. you wrap your arms tightly around his abdomen, as his arms are rubbing your hips. the hug ends and he slowly pulls away, his hands lingering on your hips before he grabs your hand to move to the bed. “do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” jj asked. you waited, contemplating your choices. “either way is fine, you can choose.” you smile as he immediately gets into the little spoon position.

“hey i forgot to ask you why you are wearing those stupid glasses inside.” he laughs lightly as he reaches for them and you completely jump off the bed, scared he actually grabbed them in time. luckily, you were fast enough and the glasses were still settled on your face. “i have a horrible headache, that's all.” you nodded as his face slowly fell, he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. he glanced up at you. “we can turn the lights off so it isn't as bright in your room.” you shook your head at his compromise. “princess, i need to see your pretty face before i can declare that you are okay.” you hesitated, trying to piece together a quick story that you could tell him to explain how you wounded up with a gruesome bruise. he wasn't going to leave unless he knew you were okay.

he watched you intently, trying to see what you were hiding. “before i show you please promise me you won't freak out.” you reach for his hands and he grabs them in return, slowly nodding. “no, that's not going to count. please tell me that you won't be angry at me.” his heart swiveled up inside his chest as he heard that you thought he would be mad at you. “i promise that whatever you are about to tell me won't make me upset, and that i could never stay mad at you.” you nodded to his words. “okay so you know what you just said?” he tilted his head confused, “yeah?” you breathe in, trying to calm your nerves. “remember that.”

you hesitantly reach your arm up to expose your once hidden eyes. at first it doesn't register so he stares at you blankly. but the moment he saw it, he was already standing up, and freaking out. “hey you said you wouldn't be mad!” he ran fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes wide. “what the fuck…? i said i wouldn't be mad if YOU did something, i never said anything about not getting mad when it involves someone else!” he looks back at you and immediately investigates your eye. his jaw clenched as he looked above you, his hand gripping your chin. “who the fuck did this to you?” you stayed quiet, until he looked down at you waiting for an answer.

silence fills the room leaving it eerily silent. “i can't tell you jj,” he laughs, shaking his head, “that's a funny joke, now tell me what happened and who the fuck hit you?” you looked away. “jj there's nothing you can do.” he followed along with your shenanigans. “and why is that?” you couldn't look at him so you looked at the floor. your silence was only making him more worried. “who was it actually? who are you protecting!?” he was getting frustrated. “fine. i'll tell you, only because i know you'll find out sooner or later.” he pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding your thigh, while the other grabbed your curvy hip. you took a deep breath before continuing. “okay. earlier today i baked you cookies and i stopped by your house so i could drop them off. but your dad was there, and i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was my fault. okay?”

he shook his head, his grip on your thigh tightening. “you're telling me that my father gave you a black eye?” his tone was shockingly low as he absorbed every word you said. “yes. and he stomped on the cookies i made you.” his chest started heaving. “i fucking hate him! everything in my life he has to ruin. you, you mean so fucking much to me, and he’s over here throwing punches at you!” you stayed quiet. “jj?” he looked down at you, trying not to get too worked up because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, “yes princess?” you hesitated with what you were going to say. you leaned your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“i- okay, i really appreciate you, but i can't have you getting hurt because of me. you're not my boyfriend, and you don't have to protect me anymore. i know you feel obligated with that pact we made when i first moved here, but you don't have to inconvenience yourself by coming over here every night, or by fighting people who harass me, or anything. jj, i feel so bad that you are roped into this position because i never intended for this to happen.” he stays silent, “no way am i leaving you. princess, please throw that thought away right now. i’m here for you always. and i am going to continue to protect you because even if i'm not your boyfriend, that doesn't mean i don't want you safe.”

you are so stunned by his response that your breath gets caught in your throat. “what do you mean?” he smiles looking down, his hands finding themselves comfortable around your hips. “what i'm saying is, that i do want to be your boyfriend. i want people to know how much you mean to me, and i want the whole world to be jealous that i have you, and they can't have you. i want to be the one who protects you. so, if you'd want me too, i'd love to be your boyfriend, if not that is completely okay.” you stared at him, “jj, you'll never know how long i've wanted to do this.” he looks at you confused before your lips connect to his. you run your hand through his hair, while the other hand is sitting on his jaw. his hands hungrily grasp your hips as he pulls you closer to enhance the kiss. you both pull away, smiling.

you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

eek i hope this was good <333. perhaps a part two...???

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