#I've literally never seen this stuff before so i had to grab it if nothing else just for the box it actually has my husband on it it's

[heatobrienswife]

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[eternalxvenus]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ broken promises pt. 2 ࿐ྂ

summary: Rafe promised to take you out and spend your birthday with you, but you don’t hear from him all day and then suddenly he shows up at your door trying to explain. (this is part 2 to the birthday girl angst blurb! i changed the title for the series so it was more appealing)

cw: mentions of drug use, angst, nothing crazy (yet lmao)

wc: 1.2k

notes: i'm excited to write this since its my first series! lmk if there's anything you guys would wanna see in future chapters :)

previous chapters: part 1

You wake up to your alarm droning on annoyingly and feel around aimlessly with your eyes closed to turn it off. Once you had finally woken up on your own accord, you realized you should talk to Rafe. You hadn't spoken to him or left your house the last few days. Obviously, you missed him, but you just felt so hurt and angry with him.

After getting ready and using makeup to look a little more alive and less blotchy from crying so much, you decided you'd go up to Tannyhill to try and talk to Rafe. You left your house, hopped on your bike, and started towards the estate. The whole ride there, you just kept going over what you wanted to say but nothing seemed right. Before you knew it, you were at the front entrance.

You walked inside and heard voices in the distance coming from upstairs. Once you made your way upstairs, you heard the voices more clearly coming from Rafe's room. It was Rafe and another person whose voice you couldn't pinpoint.

"Come on, man you gotta understand where I'm comin' from. I've just been stressed out. Nothing a good time won't fix."

You looked into the room and saw Rafe sitting with some guy you've never seen. There was a table in between them that had some rolled-up bills and coke sitting on it.

You walked inside the room, still unnoticed until you spoke. "Hey, Rafe."

Both of their heads snapped in your direction, and Rafe immediately shot up, walking towards you.

"Shit... I uh- I didn't know you were coming over." He looked back at the man who just sat there unbothered. "Barry, can you uh give us a minute..."

"So let me get this straight, you went to a party and got high, missed my entire birthday, and after I tell you I'm pissed off your next line of action is to get high again with your drug dealer, right?"

Before Rafe could speak, Barry grabbed his stuff and started walking out. "A'ight man hit me up when y'all are done dealing with this shit."

Rafe waited until he thought Barry was far enough before closing the door and speaking, "Can you blame me? I don't hear from you for days so I assumed you didn't wanna be with me anymore! I tried to talk to you and you straight up ignored me."

"I was angry Rafe! I just needed some time to myself. That doesn't mean I'm breaking up with you and it doesn't mean you should start doing drugs again when that is quite literally what we fought about." 

This definitely wasn't how you imagined this conversation going. You didn't want to argue with him but your pride wasn't going to let you just back down.

"If you wanted space you could've told me," he sighed. "And I am sorry that I got high at that party and I'm sorry I missed your birthday okay? I want to make it up to you."

You walked over to the bed and sat down for a moment with your head in your hands. You loved Rafe, you really did. But you didn't want him falling into his old habits and lying to you about it.

You both sat there in silence as you thought about what you should do and what you should say.

"Rafe I... I think we should just take some time apart. Get our heads straight and figure out what we want-"

He walked over and sat next to you his eyes wide. "Baby I want you, I want to be with you."

"I wanna be with you too, Rafe, but I have conditions. I don't want you doing coke anymore. I don't like the person you are when you get like that. I know you get stressed and feel like it's your only option but you have me. Or maybe try weed and see how that works for you. I also don't want you hanging with Barry anymore. Non-negotiables."

He nods "I swear I'll work on it and I'll talk to Barry. I swear."

You stand up from the bed getting ready to go out the door. "Rafe... I'm gonna go stay with my parents on the mainland for a few days. I'll be in contact but please try your best to just leave me be. Get clean, for good, and I'll let you know when I'm back and we can figure everything out. Okay?"

He shakes his head. You can see that he's angry and confused, your heart just aches. "The mainland? What- why? Just stay here, I don't understand-"

"Please, Rafe. This is what we have to do okay?"

He took a few deep breaths and ran his hands through his hair. "Okay... okay. When you get back, I'll have made it up to you. Just promise me we aren't over." 

You could see the tears that formed in his eyes and had to fight back your own. "We aren't over just yet." You gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving his room and heading home.

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You were finally off the ferry and on the mainland to stay with your parents. You really wanted to talk to your best friend to get advice so you asked her to pick you up. By the time you reached your house, she was all caught up. Your parents weren't home so you both went straight up to your childhood bedroom.

"Damn... I didn't think he got down like that." Niki looked at you slightly surprised. "Honestly though, it sounds like does care about you, even if he did fuck up."

"Yeah, I know he cares I just... I don't wanna have to worry about shit like this. Whenever he's all coked up he makes irrational and bad decisions. I'm just worried he'll do something and end up in jail or worse."

"You just have to let him know that. Make sure he knows your anger comes from a place of care. If he feels like you're just judging him, it'll probably piss him off."

You sigh and groan into your pillow. "You're right, thanks Niki."

"Don't mention it. Now, let me catch you up on the mainland gossip!" she squealed.

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Niki had gone home and you were getting into bed, ready to sleep after what felt like an exceptionally long day, when your phone chimed. You looked and saw you had a text from Rafe.

Rafe: hey I just wanted to make sure you made it to the mainland safely.

You: yes I did, i'm at my parent's house, thanks for asking.

Rafe: of course, goodnight

You: goodnight

Placing your phone on the dresser, you're thankful he doesn't push the conversation further. You decide you'll only stay here for three days before going back to the island to figure things out with Rafe. You just hope he can work on staying clean and that you can go back to being together like normal. 

As you closed your eyes, ready for sleep, you heard another chime from your phone. You groaned before picking it up to check.

Topper: hey we need to talk, it's about Rafe.

part 3

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Eddie's Too Late ... ?

It's about pining Eddie!! And he wants so badly to ask out Steve. Robin even might have given him an encouraging little talk about it. And he finally works up the courage to do so, and comes to family video, and he brings fucking flowers with him cuz he's a goddamn sap.

But he walks in , already smiling at Steve like always, but he's talking to some guy at the counter. Some punk lookin dude. And Eddie freezes in the door, hears the guy flirting and hears Steve laugh, flustered. And then the guy literally asks him out, and writes his number on Steve's hand when he shrugs and nods, and goes bright red.

And Eddie just, god he wants to cry. So he turns, walks back out and leaves, his chest fucking aching. Cuz he was a fucking idiot who waited too goddamn long.

And Steve hears the door clink shut, sees Eddie's back as he's leaving, sees him toss something in the trash outside. And he waits for punk guy, Jake, to leave. He's a regular. He's nice. If a little pushy for Steve's liking.

He told Steve he'd pick him up on friday. Didn't ask. And Steve had been so flustered when the guy grabbed his hand he just sort of... agreed.... maybe hoping he would leave faster.

So he waits for him to leave and then runs outside, digs in the trash and finds the flowers. And they're all yellow flowers, sunflowers mixed with daisies, and Steve even sees a couple dandelions stuck in, his eyes crinkling in a smile cuz he and Eddie had gotten into a huge fight with Robin and Nancy about whether they were weeds or flowers,  Eddie and Steve on the side of flowers, of course.

And his heart flutters cuz Eddie had told him about a month ago, when he handed him this weird little yellow figurine, and Steve had asked why he was always giving him yellow stuff. Eddie had shrugged and said,

"it just reminds me of you I guess." Steve had immediately reconsidered his favorite color choice.

But Steve's heart drops because... Eddie had thrown this away... in the trash... right after he'd seen Steve with Jake. Steve feels like he's gonna puke, but he takes the flowers inside, sits them in the breakroom until its time for him to leave.

He calls Jake right before close. Wanted to wait til he was hopefully at home. Tells him he can't go out with him. Not friday. Or any other day. That he has someone.. hopefully. Jake sounds disappointed but doesn't push, thankfully. Steve grabs the flowers on his way out and drives to Eddie's.

He stops by Melvald's on the way, asks Joyce for help. They have some flowers, but nothing that says "Eddie." Joyce grabs a simple red rose and then a box of chocolate covered cherries. Steve's brow furrows and she just smiles at him and says,

"I've seen that boy buy six boxes of these at once. His sweet tooth is... a little bit alarming... actually. But it'll get the job done." She winks at him and Steve's never felt more greatful that Joyce pays attention to people, and works at the store, and is nosy like he is. He hugs her, grabs the rose and the chocolates, and runs to his car.

Eddie isn't home when he gets there. His van is there. But he's not at the trailer and Steve feels like he's gonna cry, his chest tight as Wayne tells him he left a few hours ago. Steve nods, his brow furrowing and he's about to leave when Wayne's hand on his shoulder stops him.

"Ya know the creek over off McAlpine street?" He asks, Steve nods, confused.

"He was headed that way. Likes to go there to be alone." Wayne gives him this soft encouraging smile, pats him on the back, and watches as Steve runs to his car.

He parks on the side of the road, as close to the creek as he can get. And then he runs.

He finds the creek but no Eddie at first, so he starts walking along the creekside, he rounds a bend and finally sees him.

He's crouched on the creek side, toes of his shoes just barley out of reach of the water. He's holding a stick, Steve squints and sees a small turtle walking across it, toward a big rock in the middle of the water. Eddie's crying. Silently. Tears slowly falling.

He wipes at his face every now and then with his free hand, eyes on the turtle. He smiles softly when the little thing reaches the rock. Steve smiles too. His heart thumping as he watches Eddie help this tiny creature. He takes a few more steps and then clears his throat when Eddie doesn't hear him. Eddie scrambles to his feet, startled, holding the stick out in front of him like a weapon, wiping at his face with the crook of his elbow.

"What are you doing here?" And it makes Steve shiver, so reminiscent of the boat house, when they'd found him terrified. Steve would have held his hands up in surrender, but they were a little full. Eddie’s yellow bundle of flowers on one, the rose and candy in the other.

"I found your flowers." He says, holding them up a bit and then letting them swing back by his side. Eddie doesn't say anything. Just looks away. Moves back to the edge of the creek, crouches back down, hugs his knees to his chest. Steve sighs, moves closer.

"I'm not going out with Jake." Steve says, because he needs Eddie to know. Needs him to stop hurting as soon as possible. Eddie sniffles, doesn't look at him.

"Jake." Is all he says. And Steve laughs at how he says it, he sounds so annoyed. Steve bumps his shoulder, Eddie scowls, bumps him back, harder.

"But you wanted too. You said yes." Eddie picks up another stick, pokes it into the mud.

"I only said yes cuz it took me by suprise, and he grabbed my hand and I got flustered. I didn't- he's not really my type." Steve says, leaning against Eddie as he sits, the ground is cold, and he can feel the damp soaking into his jeans a bit. Eddie glances at him. And s

Steve can see his guard coming down, just a bit.

"Oh yeah. Why not?" Eddie asks, and steve smiles. Crinkles his nose.

"Me? Dating a punk? Come on. Not a chance." Steve teases, bites his lip.

"Especially since there's this metal head that's kinda got me in a choke hold." Steve sighs, looks at Eddie. He finally turns to look at Steve, blinking slowly.

"Really?" Eddie asks, his fingers tugging at the hole in the knee of his jeans. Steve nods.

"Really. Can't seem to get him outta my head." Steve smiles, holds the rose and candy out to Eddie, Eddie just stares again. Steve wiggles the box of chocolates.

"C'mon. I know you like 'em. Joyce gave you up." Steve wiggles the box more aggressively and Eddie snatches it, then gently takes the rose, he sets the chocolates in his lap, whispering a quiet "traitor" that makes Steve smile.

"Thank you for the flowers. I love... them." Steve stumbles over that bit. Swallowing hard when Eddie’s eyes snap to him.

"You're welcome." Eddie shurgs.

"Just thought you might like some flowers. You seem like a flowers type of guy." Steve smiles, rests his head on Eddie's shoulder.

"The dandelions are my favorite." He whispers, moves and presses a kiss to Eddie's shoulder, and hears Eddie's breathing falter.

"I um... I love... my flower, too..... so thanks." He stumbles over the words the way Steve did, but on purpose, leaning away from Steve so he can look at him, a sly little smile on his face. But Steve's face is somber, his hands twitch in his lap.

"It's- I mean you don't have to sa-"

"I love you." Eddie cuts him off. Says it bluntly. And it makes Steve's chest hurt. He shakes his head, brow furrowed.

"I do though. I have for awhile. I'm just an idiot with terrible timing." Eddie bumps their shoulders, leans heavily into Steve. Steve takes a deep, shaky breath.

"I don't want you to say it just because you think I want to hear it." Steve says, his teeth worrying into his lip.

"That's not why I said it."

Steve looks at him.

"No? You didn't say it to me cuz I just like... really obviously almost said it to you?" He looks back into his lap, frowning.

"No. Although that was adorable." Eddie smiles, it makes Steve want to smile too.

"Hey." Eddie voice is soft, he reaches out, cups Steve's cheek and makes him look at him.

"Have you ever known me to say something just cuz it's something someone wants to hear?" He asks, Steve scoffs, shakes his head, looking shy.

"Okay then. I didn't say it because of that. I said it," he takes a deep breath, lets it out, drops his hands back into his lap.

"Because I saw you with that guy today-"

"Jake." Steve interrupts, smirk on his lips. Eddie pauses.

"Don't push it Harrington. I'm trying to be... serious... or something." His brow furrows, Steve reaches out, his face softening.

"Sorry. Go ahead."

Eddie huffs.

"I saw you with Jake, and it hurt. Like a lot. And I thought I lost you, ya know? Just cuz I was too fuckin scared to tell you how I feel. Cuz I love you. Cuz your GOOD. and I thought I lost it. And then you walked up looking all sad and apologetic and you didn't even DO anything." Eddie huffs again, his hands flailing.

"I hurt you." Steve mutters, Eddie makes a sound in his throat.

"Not on purpose! You didn't know! Cuz I didn't say! Jesus. All I do is talk, all of the fucking time, but I couldn't say the most important thing. And then Jake was writing his fucking number on your hand it was too late." Eddie shakes head, sighs deeply, and then turns to Steve with a smile that looks like it's half a grimace of pain. Steve nods.

"But here I am."

Eddie bites his lip, nods back.

"Here you are." Eddie says.

"Not with Jake." Steve says. Eddie rolls his eyes. Steve snorts.

"Can we never say that name again. I already hate it." Eddie grumbles.

"Fine with me. He is a regular though." Steve says, shrugs, pulls some grass out of the ground and drops it on Eddie's thigh. Eddie watches him move it around with his finger, pushing it into a pile on his leg.

"I'll burn his house down." Eddie whispers, still watching Steve. Steve barks a laugh and brushes the grass off Eddie's leg.

"Very dramatic." He says, fondly.

"Too strong? I could just steal his VCR. Don't need to rent movies if you don't have a VCR." Eddie says, his fingers moving to settling on Steve's wrist. Steve chuckles again, shakes his head, then stares at Eddie.

"I honestly can't tell if you're joking, so please don't steal anything from him." Steve moves his hand, turns it and slides it up into Eddie's, their fingers wrapping around each other, Eddie makes a weird little face, holds their hands up into Steve sightline, and then he's smiling.

"Looks like I already did." He shrugs, and Steve is about to laugh again, or roll his eyes, when Eddie presses a kiss to the back of his hand. It sort of takes Steve's breath away.

"I said I love you because that's how I feel. Okay? You believe me?" Eddie asks, his brow furrowed as he stares at Steve. And Steve remembers telling him about what happened with Nancy,  remembers how Eddie had hugged him. Wonders if he loved him them. Or before that? Or after.  But it doesn't really matter, because he loves him now. And Steve watches Eddie's thumb move soothingly over his hand, and knows Eddie means it. Feels that he does. So he nods, drags Eddie's own hand to his lips and kisses it, like Eddie had done.

"I love you too." Steve whispers into his skin. Eddie's free hand is at his chin then, tilting his head just so,

"I know." Breathed against his mouth, and then the softest press of lips before Eddie is leaning away just enough to breathe between them.

"Now look away, cuz I'm about to inhale this entire box of chocolate covered cherries." He whispers, his lips brushing Steve's again as he laughs into Eddie's mouth.

He does actually eat the whole box. Well, almost the whole box. He lets Steve have one, sinks his teeth into it as he holds it in his mouth and dares Steve to take it. And Steve's never been one to turn down a dare. Especially if it's sweet.

And Steve is quickly learning, there's nothing quite as sweet as candy covered Eddie kisses.

[rae-pottah]

omgomgomg ok we all know that fred teases and stuff all the time and it’s in every fic ever and a lot of the time he’s like mean (or.. in some cases.. well you know) but i’ve literally never seen him like that.. anyway all that to say can you please do a fic (no smut) where he’s just an absolute sweetie and absolutely so whipped for reader (but like not in a cringe way LMAO)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: She/her pronouns, fluff, golden retriever!fred, established relationship

Summary: You have Fred trained well

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*Y/n's POV*

Soon it will be Christmas, and I will be going home with my boyfriend to meet his family for the first time. It's exciting and scary at the same time, but for now, we live like normal. I had just gotten to breakfast when I realized I was missing my potions text book, we had potions first. I let out a frustrated groan.

"What's wrong m'dear?" Fred asked worriedly

"Nothing, just left my text book in the common room, I'll have to eat quickly then go grab it" I breath out

"Ah, no love, I'll go get it! You eat, I've been down here for a while"

"Oh will you Fred?! Thank you m'love!" I kiss him on his cheek before sitting down tiredly. If I had turned around I would have seen his blush and the way he touched his cheek with a soft smile before he went to go get the book

"Whipped" I hear Ginny say under her breath, I look toward the girl with a smile

--meeting the family--

I had been anxious to meet his family, I don't know what they're like. That's why I brought a deck of muggle cards to maybe teach Mr. Weasley a couple games.

I obviously had already met, Percy, George, Ron and Ginny. But the others I had never met. The door gets thrown open

"OH! HOW WONDERFUL! Y/n, we've heard so much about you!" I get pulled into a hug from Mrs. Weasley.

"And I, you! It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Weasley" I suddenly felt calm in her embrace

"Oh please, please darling call me Molly" she starts "We've already started dinner, I hope you don't mind"

"Of course not! please lead the way" I follow her right in through the living room to the kitchen and table area "lovely home you have" I say as I looked around with wide eyes, adoring the wood, adoring the homeliness

"Oh thank you dear, such a sweetheart" she mumbles the last part, hand on her heart

"Oh! Dar-mling! Hw ar ya-" Fred says, while chewing his food, I simply tap my finger to my lips and he lets out a sound of recognition, he chews his food quickly (with his mouth shut), swallows and stands up

"Sorry about that love, How are you?" he asked kindly

"I'm great, darling" I look over to his family who, other than Percy, George, Ron and Ginny, looked shocked

"Bloody hell, that's a brilliant witch!" a tall, muscled, red head, with scars all over any area showing, approached me "I'm Charlie, Charlie Weasley, whatever you're doing, keep doing it."

"Haha, He's trained well" Molly approached with a huge hug

"You are my new daughter in-law, I will accept no one else"

"Oh-Pfft" I let out a giggle as I turn back to Fred, he looks toward the floor with a shy smile and light blush, I grab his hand and sit at the table with my new in-laws

As the night continued I had played 4 or 5 hands of poker with Mr. Weasley and Fred, who was sulking because we were going to play without him

--The common room--

"Darling, hand me that" I pointed at the book to the left of the chair I was on, that was on a stand nearly connected to the couch

"of course Love" he said quickly while playing with a fire cracker he found in one of their old trunks

"Thank you love"

Ginny looks at Ron who looks at George, they all then break into laughter

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That's all I got folks

[chaestats]

Insecurity drabble w Hyunjin from SKZ!

Request by: anon

Warnings: mentions of ed!!!!!

Ask: "can you make like a drabble for hyunjin with a fem!s/o that has an ed pls? i got diagnosed a month ago, and lord there's literally no one in my life to help me 😨 so it'd be nice if you could do that"

A/n: before we get into it I'd like to say that I don't typically do this kind of content, but I am trying to expand my writings! thank you so much for requesting, love! I don't usually put a/n's but I really hope things get better. hope this helps!!!

Hyunjin, your boyfriend of six months, has been absent for a couple of weeks now. He's been incredibly busy with his new comeback and he appreciated so much how understanding you are. That's one of the reasons he loved you. For you.

You checked the clock, 23:48pm. You let a sigh of frustration as you sat at your shared apartment. Normally, at this time you'd be at bed, asleep. However this past month has been taking a toll on you, really. You never really had really good eating habits, per say but last month you were diagnosed with Ed. Of course, you never told your boyfriend. I mean, why would you want to stress him even more... he's already got so much to think about.

All you could bring yourself to eat today was an apple. And you felt so disgusted...just the thought of eating by itself scared you in a way? You didn't know exactly either, but if you could go for the rest of eternity without eating...you would.

You couldn't stop thinking about it. Just why, why, why did you have to eat this apple...? Why can't you stop thinking about it? Why can't you bring yourself to eat even if you're hungry? Why?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key at your front door. You quickly grabbed a tissue from the table and sat down on the couch attempting to brush away the tears that spilled just seconds ago.

"Love? You're still awake?" On any other day, the sound of your boyfriend's honey-like voice would have made butterflies run around in your stomach. But not today, not now. He couldn't see you like this.

"Y-yeah, I was just going to bed actually." You rushed out of the room, and in confusion Hyunjin put his jacket away and went into your shared bedroom just to find you laying down on the bed, with your back turned at him.

"Y/n? Can we...um talk for a minute?"

"Not now Hyun... I'm really tired"

"No Y/n. Now." At that he sat next to you on the bed just to see your puffy eyes, still visible in the dark.

"Baby don't tell me you've been crying??" He quickly touched your face looking at you filled with concern.

"No, I'm just tired, baby. And I'm sure you're too. Let's just talk tomorrow, please?"

"Y/n no. Look, you've been incredibly distant and uhm...I really don't know how to bring this up...but it has been on my mind since this morning... can you explain what this is?" He opened your drawer and took out doctor's note, that had written down a few drugs for...appetite stimulation? Is that what he thinks it is?

You looked at him in shock and snatched the paper away.

"Did you go through my stuff?"

"Baby it's not the time for this now. This is serious. I've seen how thin you've been getting. Just...tell me the truth Y/n."

You looked at him, tears spilling once again. Oh, how were you supposed to explain?

"What, no don't cry!Baby calm down... I'm here, yeah? Everything is alright. It's all alright, nothing that you say is impossible to overcome. Nothing."

"I-I got diagnosed with Ed. I know I should have told you and everything bu-"

You got cut off by Hyunjin taking your hands in his, making you stand up.

"Listen here. You're the most amazing thing to ever happen to me. And I-....I really don't want to lose you...not like this...." Tears threatened to spill as he continued "I can't ever let you treat yourself like this...you deserve better."

"Hyun... everything is just fine... I'm dealing with everything perfectly"

It was almost as if you didn't even believe yourself.

"No the fuck you're not! Please, baby. Promise me we'll do this together. That you won't do this all alone..."

"B-but your comeback and your fans and-"

"Y/n nothing will ever be as important as you are. Let me help you. Let me be there. I can't stand seeing you like this...baby please..."

"O-okay..."

You really didn't know what to say. How could you get so lucky? If he couldn't have gotten more perfect then sure he did just now.

He kissed you passionately as you felt his hands cradle up your waist. It was a small gesture, really. But you loved it so much. It showed how caring, how pure his love is.

"I'm here now. You won't ever have to go through this alone."

[a-random-weeb]

Hiii love ur account! Idk if I can request cause it says it’s closed, so sorry if I’m wrong!

Can I please request a yandere who looks very dominant; tall and buff with muscles. Literally everyone is scared of him because of how frightening he looks. Everyone other than Reader: Yandere is actually scared of reader and is very submissive around them. He actively seeks Reader’s approval and will do anything for her. Kind of like a guard dog? He’s really just a big puppy who craves Readers affection. Thank youuuu

Awww I love this idea!! Let's name him... Austyn, idk it just fits lol. I couldn't think of what age to make him, so I said screw it and put yall in high-school because that's the easiest

Also I know you requested this months ago, and everyone else requested their things months ago, guys I've been so tired recently, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to write what you've been wanting me to. I'm so sorry if you're still waiting on your request, and I'm hoping I'll get more chances to write soon. Thank you for your patience :)

Warnings: Yandere (obv), clingy and obsessive behavior, a little more than just mentions of murder, slight mentions of rape (not to reader or anything i just noticed it was brought up so I figured I'd put it in just incase), reader gets forcefully drugged, kidnapping

This fic is not meant to romanticize unhealthy and toxic relationships, it's hot af in fanfictions but is never ok irl

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A huge man towers over you, his shadow engulfing your entire figure, his huge muscles and rough exterior making him appear as if he could kill. He stares down at your petite and fragile body in an intimidating manner as you jolt up in a sitting position. Clutching the desk beneath your upper body, you recognize him almost immediately.

"Where am I?! What do you want?!" You scream dramatically, almost tipping backwards in your chair.

"You fell asleep in class." His eyes narrow. "I had to poke you a bunch so you would wake up. The bell just rang, its lunch time." Your whole face burns a cherry color.

"Um- thanks..." Your eyes wander anywhere but his face. The corners of his mouth ever so slighty elevate as he leans on your desk.

"Would you like to eat lunch together?" He tilts his head slightly in an almost cute way. Your brows furrow in confusion, but nod regardless out of pure fear. He could probably kill you in one hit. No, simply him blowing on you would be enough to knock you 8 miles. You pack your school supplies and walk to your locker, Austyn almost breathing down your back as he watches you grab your stuff.

Entering the cafeteria, you both take a seat in one of the only spots left in the overcrowded area, its a bit shocking when kids start scooting away from you both, even the kids across from you want nothing to do with your new 'friend'. Or thats at least what you hope he wants with you...

Your prayers were answered, but in the worst way possible. It's almost physically painful watching Austyn attempt to make conversation with you. Stuttering over every second word, obviously embarrassed and anxious, fumbling with his hands. It was... cute. You'd never thought he would be like this while talking to him, you've seen him be rude and cold to everyone, maybe he's just shy and comes off as rude? Guess you'll find out. You, having not as many friends as you'd like to have, appreciate the attention from him regardless. But he desperately needed help with this whole social thing, so you give him a hand.

"If you're not busy, maybe you could help me with homework after we finish eating?" You smile, hoping he's not busy before you die of embarrassment. Thankfully, he nods, and the two of you finish your meal in silence.

You were hoping he'd be a little more outgoing and not as awkward in the library, but boy were you wrong. More stuttering, more avoidance of eye contact, more hand fidgeting. He wasnt even helping, just sitting there and watching you, almost too intently. You almost scream of joy when your best and only friend, Abby, joins you.

"Hi!" She beams excitedly, taking a seat next to you, "need help?"

"You're my savior!" You giggle, hugging her. Austyns aura immediately chances from a shy puppy to one that could kill. He glares daggers into Abby as she speaks a bit too friendly to you, gets a little too close to you, helps you instead of him. He knows he needs to up his game, but your stupid friend might ruin his chances.

Abby was your friend since elementary school, you've never been great at giving anyone a smile, but she always brings out your biggest one. She's helped you through so much, you owe her your life!

The rest of lunch Austyn stays silent and in the background, you assume he's shy... God, you hope that he was not hurt. You continued the rest of your classes like normal, overjoyed when the day comes to an end.

You and Abby walk home together, teasing and laughing with eachother. Austyn trails behind you both, not talking too much. Neither of you know where Austyn lives, and forget to ask. They drop you off at your house, and Abby lives just across the street so you guess Austyn walks her home. The long between your houses and the school is 30 minutes. You could take the bus, and you do in the mornings, but the walk is too beautiful to miss, so fun laughing with your best friend through the sunset in the city, too fun running through the long field of grass, racing down the streets, seeing who can reach your house the fastest, rubbing it in your face as you both either collapse on your porch or Abby goes home. Sometimes, you dance outside together, sharing secrets, giggling over whatever crush the other one has... Abbys friends with almost everyone, but the two of you are inseparable. Tonight though, you only talked with Abby, not wanting to make Austyn feel left out, and not wanting to seem awkward infront of your new friend. You run inside, jumping into your bed, thinking Austyn is just a little cute. Maybe a tiny crush? You don't think on it too much, as you pass out.

The next day, Austyn starts hanging out with you and Abby, which neither of you mind. He's a bit less shy and a bit more friendly. He's in your homeroom, science, and math class, so you sat next to him in all of those. You guys talked and exchanged answers from time to time, overall getting along very well. You guys hang out at lunch, and sure, you give a slight bit more attention to Abby, but thats it, and overall, the three of you get along like three peas in a pod. The next four days go similarly, your crush for him grows.

One lunch time the three of you meet up, eat, and head to the library. You weren't sure what was wrong, but Austyn didn't seem to be a huge fan of Abby, only hanging out and attempting to make conversation with you, almost cutting Abby out. You, of course, refuse to let that happen, and keep adding your friend the the conversation. You and Abby exchange a confused look, Austyn normally loves you and Abby.

After school the same day, you run over to Abbys locker, waiting for her to grab her stuff. You wait for 5 minutes... 10 minutes... 20 minutes... she doesn't show up. Thinking it's a bit strange, you still wait, assuming she was held back in class or something, as the teachers often like to praise her work or offer her opportunities for an upcoming math competition or something. She appears, after awhile, running towards you. The two of you begin to walk home together. When you ask her what she was doing, she awkwardly dodges the question. You leave her alone about it.

The next day when you arrive at school, Abby still didn't show up. How strange, you think to yourself. Abby hasn't missed a single day this year, not even when she was sick, you have no clue how she does it. Straight As, no days missed, friends with everyone she talks to, yet she's not here. You couldn't help but feel a pit in your stomach, not wanting to assume the worst. You would've thought she'd at least text you right? The more you thought about it the worse it got. What if she was raped by a creepy teacher?? What if she was kidnapped?! Maybe she got a deadly sickness and has three days to live! There's so many possibilities you weren't sure, what if-

"Hey!" Your new 'friend' from yesterday appears before you, looking like he's accomplished something great.

"Hi...?" You look up at him, calming yourself immediately. You knew you shouldn't overthink this, she probably just missed her bus or something. Austyn obviously picks up on your torn face as he asks,

"Hey, are you ok? You look offput..." he does his signature, puppy-like head tilt. you quickly nod your head, laughing to yourself silently of the stupidity of your overdramatic thoughts. You weren't normally so anxious, this over worried about your friend not being at school immediately, but for some reason, your gut was screaming at you that something bad happened. And then... The overwhelming feeling to run hits you. Looking at Austyns smile fills you with a strange sense of dread. White noise echos in your ears.

"Woah, woah, calm down!" He panics, "Hey what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Hes acting way too friendly today... you shake your head.

"I-I don't know what's wrong with me today? I guess it's just a weird day....?" Austyn rushes to wipe some tears you didn't notice were were falling from your eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to talk about it...." he sighs "I don't know what happened, but stop worrying."

Abby was murdered.

You don't know how you know, last night was such a haze... what happened...? Pictures of her dead body flash in your mind, the killer standing there with a knife and sadistic smile. You swear it was a dream... you remember beginning your walk home, but can't remember anything passed the midway point, not even what you did last night, did you even eat dinner? You didn't wear pajamas last night, you assumed you were just tired when you woke up. But did you really see Abbys murder or is this just the most dramatic you've ever been on a Wensday morning?

You continued your day like normal, the sinking feeling never leaving you. Austyn was acting strange, outgoing and sweet to you. And yet his face was making you want to throw up for some reason... to go as far as to flee the country. Well, maybe not that far, but you certainly didn't want him near you for some reason.

The end of the days comes, and your dumbass told Austyn he could walk you home. It was probably fine, you'd go to sleep tonight and tomorrow everything would be normal, Abby would be at school and Austyn wouldn't be as creepy to you. You're sure of it.

You wait for him near the entrance of the school, and of course, when he comes out, he's almost stumbling over his own feet to run towards you.

"Hey!" He gives a huge innocent smile as he begins walking with you, clutching the arms of his backpack in a shy manner. You smile up at him, not sure if it's a real smile or not. No words are exchanged as you both watch little cracks of the sunset through all the large buildings of the city. It wasn't cold, but it definitely wasn't hot, the perfect night for a first kiss. Stars beginning to appear as you make your way out of downtown, you've only been walking for 15 minutes... almost the midway point... you have a much better view of the now gone sun, there's still a bit of red. There's no one around, it's a gorgeous night, you're walking home with a guy... everything should be perfect, it should be romantic. You recognize this, Deja vu, but different.... memories from what you think to be the dream, or a cruel reality you weren't sure yet start to appear. Abbys lifeless body in the long grass, the moonlight to the killers back, you know who it was, but you can't remember.... all these events took place just upahead and-

It wasn't a dream.

Blood stains lay in the grass and you point to Austyn, not in control of your body or the words that spill from your mouth, or the tears that spill from your mouth, or the puke that's about to spill from your mouth.

"You did this... didn't you...?"

Austyns eyes darken, "and you remember. I knew the sedatives wouldn't work as well as I wanted them to..." he sighs "I did this for you, don't you see?! I killed her for you. I've loved you for so long and you've never even looked at me. So I stalked you, learned about you, you're so cute yknow! You never laughed the same way around me as you did with Abby, ramble to me as you did with her.... So now our problem is gone, and we can be the cutest couple!" He spits delusionally. You back away from him, the moon to his back, the same spot as last night. He grabs your wrist harshly, overpowering you easily.

"You can't run darling, now let's go to my house!" He beams, "I'll even bring you home the head of someone you don't like!" You thrash around, screaming for help, but Austyn just giggles and hugs you to him, holding one hand around your arms and torso and the other over your mouth. "Shhhhh, it'll be ok!" He puts a chloroform filled cloth to your mouth, and everything goes dark.

Maybe I'll write a part 2, maybe I'll do headcannons, maybe I'll leave you guys to imagine the rest, we'll see :3

[gemini-sensei]

older!miguel x college!fem!reader where he’s got a kid about 4-6 and he needs a baby/housesitter so he hires reader. But one day he comes home fr whatever job you want him to have and hears the reader talking to her friend about how hot he is, her fantasies, and and how she would literally have his baby to give him a second kid. When he hears that, his breeding kink goes crazy. As a couple days goes by of him teasing her, he’s finally coming on to her and saying “i heard what you said to your friend” They literally fuck everywhere since the babys gone so they be as loud as they want. Shes LITERALLY begging, shaking, and crying for his cum inside her. 🤗

DILF!Miguel? Is that what I'm seeing?

Older!Single-Dad!Miguel Diaz x Babysitter!Uni!Reader

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ dilf!Miguel? 👀 ○ I gave Miguel's son a name, hope you don't mind

I love this and it got so much longer than I thought it would tbh lol.

a/n: I don't speak Spanish and I don't trust Google Translate, but I firmly stick by the idea that Miguel speaks Spanish during sex, so fill in the blanks with some sexy Spanish ;)

"I'll have to show you a picture of him because I can't describe how hot he is... No, I'm telling you, he's really hot. He's one of those super fit, sexy dads. He teaches karate part tike at his old dojo and stuff."

Reader giggles as she talks on the phone, likely to one of her friends, but Miguel couldn't be sure. He's just walked in through the garage instead of the front door, but it seems he's walked in on a private conversation between his babysitter and her friend. He sees Reader sitting pretty on his couch, phone tucked between her shoulder and ear as she paints her nails, and can't help but listen in as he stays in the foyer.

"It's not dorky. I've seen some of his moves and it's really hot... I'd let him teach me some karate if it meant he'd pin me to a mat," Reader giggles. She stop everything as her cheeks warm up and she smiles hard. "Hell yeah, I'd let him fuck me. Fuck, I'd give him another baby..."

Miguel has to stop himself from walking in there, biting back a groan as he felt something deep inside of him stir. It had been a while since he'd actually been with someone, his son having become his number one priority. He had not dated anyone in a while, though some people caught his eye. However, hearing his babysitter say such things about him makes him want to walk in there and tear her clothes off.

She's a beautiful girl, curvaceous and plump. She has fat in all the right places, pretty hips that look so easy to grab, big tits that she hid in her college hoodie along with a soft belly, thick thighs that he wants wrapped around him as he fucks her. He loves when she arrives in tight shorts and a hoodie, hips and thighs on display. When she bends over to pick up his son, he can't help noticing her ass and how it must jiggle when slapped.

He'd be lying if he said this was the first time he's thought about how gorgeous she is, but he's never let those thoughts run rampant before. After all, she's his babysitter, she's in celloege. She shouldn't want a man like him, but his hunger for her is ignited and all those thoughts of her not wanting him go out the window. He won't worry with them anymore.

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Over the course of a few days, Miguel makes it a point to work from home. He has Reader coming around to mind his son while he works, but took long breaks often so he'd have time away from work. He plays with his son, of course, but he also plays with Reader. He wore tight shirt that showed off his arms; sometime he catches her staring while she was tidying up some toys. When she's in the kitchen getting snacks ready, he walks by her and let's his hand slid over her voluptuous ass. She never says anything about it and he gives it a firm squeeze one day as he passes her. While his son naps, they have little chats over drinks. Nothing too fancy, just tea or coffee depending on the tike of day. He learns more about her beyond what he already knew, beyond her college courses and the surface level things. He makes her laugh and blush, making sure to show her he's interested in her before he makes his move. The more time he spends around her, the more he falls for her, especially when she talks about how sweet and funny his little boy is. He practically stares at her with hearts in his eyes as she beams and tells him about how well his boy is doing learning his ABCs.

"Damián wanted to watch this documentary on sharks and I was worried it would be a little to much for him. I didn't know if it was going to be graphic, but we watched it together and it wasn't. He loved it and when we went to the library the next day, because I had to pick up a book for one of my classes, all he wanted were books about sharks. I think we cleaned out the library of all their shark books," she laughs as she tells him about her week. He smiles, admiring the gleam in her eyes and the giddiness in her voice. "He made me read him one as a bedtime story."

Miguel chuckles, deep from his chest. She's so cute when she's telling him such things, though it only adds fuel to the fire burning him up inside. "That explains all the books scattered across his bedroom then."

Her smile drops and she stares at him wide eyed and pretty. "I'll get that eaned up soon. It's just so hard to pick up after him sometimes. He loves to strough all of his toys across the room sometimes."

He laughs again. "Most four year olds do. Don't worry about cleaning up after him, it's about time he starts learning to put his toys away when he's done playing with them, though I can't help thinking part of the problem may be that's he's lonely..."

"Lonely?" she asks softly.

He hums and nods. "Sometimes I wish I could give him a little.brother or sister to play with."

Reader smiles at him kindly. "What's stopping you? Surely there are pretty women throwing themselves at a guy like you all the time? None of them catching you eye?"

"No," he tells her with a shake of his head. "I've had my eyes set on someone, actually, but it wasn't until recently that I found out they feel the same. I mean, I'm attracted to her, and I think I can really fall for her. I just hope she wants to fall in love, too."

"Oh really?" Reader asks, ears perking up at the mention of a love interest. Her heart sinks, thinking it mustn't be her. She's just a babysitter, someone who comes when he's not around, minds the house while he's away. "I bet if she finds you so attractive, she'll more than likely fall in love."

He smirks, getting the impression she thinks the same of herself. The conversation stops there as a little timer goes off and Reader stands from her seat. She walks into the kitchen to pull something from the oven and Miguel watches her until she turns the corner, then stands to follow.

Only when she's put the hot pan down does he come up behind her. However, this time he doesn't just graze his hand over her ass. No, instead he stands right behind her and gently puts his hands on her hips. She jumps as he makes her presence known and looks up at him over her shoulder. "Mr. Diaz-"

"You know, I heard your little conversation the other day," he mumbles, looking down at her lustfully. He presses his hard on again her ass and she lets out a small, shocked squeak. "The one where you were telling your little friend about how sexy I am."

"You- you heard that?" she asks, cheeks growing warm as she looks away from him. She's a little embarrassed that he overheard such a conversation. One where she gushed about how attractive he is and even fully admitted to wanting to bear his next- "Oh."

"Oh," he repeats back and slides his hands up her waist, feeling up her curves. Of course she can say no at any time and he'll stop, but as she melts into his touch and leans back into his chest, he gets the impression she doesn't want him to. "You're not too bad on the eyes yourself."

He gropes her belly and rolls, mapping out every inch of her he touches. Every curve, every roll, every little detail he can find. He slips a hand up her shirt and rests it against her lower abdomen, thinking about what she'll look like plump and round with his baby.

He grunts. "You have a perfect, strong body. Wide hips, pretty thighs, fat tits, and this soft pouch of belly..."

She whines softly, eyes closed as he touches her. The feeling of his hands on her makes her burn from the inside out and she wants him to touch her everywhere. "Please..."

"Please what?" he asks her, searching for her consent.

She looks up at him. "Please, Mr. Diaz, I want you."

He chuckles, cock throbbing against her fat ass. "You can have me, just don't call me Mr. Diaz."

She smiles and turns to face him, his hands gripping her tightly and pulling her close. Her hands brace on his chest and she leans up to kiss him, smashing their lips together in a heated and needy union. It's quick and hot, so she can pull away and say, "Whatever you want, Miguel."

He pulls her in for another kiss, this one longer and steamier. He starts undressing, having little care for the fact that their clothes are on the kitchen floor, no one else is around to find them. They're alone, his son away to spend time with Uncle Robby and his kids. So, he leads Reader to the island, never breaking their kiss until he turns her around and bends her over the countertop.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he tells her, voice low and deep. He pulls her pants down along with her panties and let them pool around her ankles, his fingers finding her fat, wet cunt moments later. He teases her for a moment before shoving two fingers into her tight hole, scissoring them to stretch her out in preparation for his cock.

Reader moans, holding onto the edge of the counter because it's all she can manage. Her pussy gets wet as he plays with her, opening her up for him. "I-I feel the same way."

Miguel smirks, feeling her arousal drip down his hand. He fingers her for a while longer before pulling away from her to undo his belt. He only shoves his pants and boxers down far enough to free his cock and brings the tip to her folds. She whines as he teases her, pushing the tip in and out of her until she can't take it anymore, which doesn't take long.

"Please, Miguel," she moans, looking at him over her shoulder. "Please fuck me. I need you so bad."

"I will, don't worry," he grunts, taking hold of her hip in one hand as he pushes the tip in again. She bites her lip and as he sinks into her before screaming with pleasure as he buries the full length of his cock into her. Once he bottoms out, leans over her and lets out a loud groan in her ear. "You told your little roommate you'd have my baby... that still true, hermosa?"

Shivers run up her spine and her cunt clenching around him. She nods, turning her head to look at him again, eye half-lidded in lust and pleasure. "Yes."

He mutters in something in Spanish and draws back, only to quickly rut back into her. The force of his thrust pushes her hips into the edge of the counter and she moans at the pressure of being sandwiched between him and the island. He drops his head and starts kissing her neck, making sure to leave a hickey and mark her up so people know she's his now.

She was in pure bliss as he fucked her, the thrill of it making her hot all over. It was her wildest dream come true, all their back and forth little flirting over the last few days finally worth something. She wasn't even embarrassed anymore that he had overheard her little phone conversation; it was clearly worth it. He knew what he was doing, one hand holding her waist and pulling her into his hard thrusts whilst the other toyed with her clit. She moaned loudly, but every time she said his name he made a particularly rough thrust into her that hit deep and hit a special spot inside her.

As he neared close to his orgasm, he rubbed at her clit faster. "Fuck, gonna fill you up. You're gonna give me another baby, right? Let me breed this tight, young pussy? Let me fuck you again and again until I've put a baby in you?"

"Yes! Yes, please!" she whines, feeling her end nearing. She tries pushing herself back into him, but he wraps and arm around her and pulls her up. She braces herself on the counter, leaning on her hands as he hold her around the waist and plays with her clit. "Oh God! Miguel! Miguel! I'm coming! Oh my god!"

"Do it, come on my cock so I can come in you! Come on my cock!" he grunts. His thrusts begin to slip into uneven ruts and his has a tight grip on her, seeking out his high as her walls squeeze around him.

She cries out as she comes and he lets out a string of curses as he feels her gummy walls constrict around him. He brings his hand up to her face to turn toward him and kisses her passionately, still fucking into her as she comes. She creams on his cock and it leaks down his shaft, making a mess of them as he pushes himself to the end. He comes not long after her and slams into her, ensuring he comes deep in her cunt as she milks him for every drop he can give her. They moan into each other's mouths, never parting as they experience their highs together. Her body begins to relax and he holds her close to him, letting her rest against his chest.

He finally pulls away from her when the need for air burns. He pants hard as he drops his head onto her shoulder, letting out her name in huffing breaths. When his orgasm subsides, he slowly pulls out of her. Their mixed cum leaks down her thighs, but it's the least of his worries as he turns her to face him. He's quick to pull her into another deep, heavy kiss before he's fully caught his breath and she throws her arms around him, holding him close.

The next time he pulls away from her, it's barely at all, and he grunts out, "Want you to hole onto me." He slips his hands behind her thighs and she understands, quickly making work to kicks off her pants. He does the same before she jumps and he wraps her legs around his waist. She starts kissing along his jaw as he carries her to the living room, planning to breed her on the couch next.

He has big plans for them the rest of the night, making sure she has his next baby.

[givemea-dam-break]

could i request angst prompts 16, 27 and 37 (maybe a bonus 49) for lockwood x reader? i love your writing so much, you’re literally one of my favourite fic writers <3

a/n: awwww thank you i’m so glad you like my stuff!! and yesssss of course you all know how much i love writing angst!!! as per usual, this kind of thing needed to be set on a rainy day because what better angst than rainy angst is there?

warnings: angst ofc, mild language prompts: "What if I love you?", "Don't say we can still be friends. It never works like that." and "I made a mistake coming here." gn reader

It wasn't meant to go like this.

In the movies, the girl always gets the guy. The main characters always fall in love, even when things go wrong. Issues are always resolved. There's always a happy ending.

So where's yours?

You've done nothing but try. Try to be a good friend; try to be the best person you could be. Hell, you tried to be happy while the person you love most in the world seemed to take an interest in anyone but you. But it has amounted to nothing. Absolutely nothing.

As the rain seeps through your thin jacket and your jeans, you feel like a statue, entirely unmoving and frozen in place. How are you supposed to move with what you've just said to the boy you love, your closest friend, the person you would give anything not to lose?

What if I love you?

The words seem to hang in the air between you and Lockwood, a tangible thing you could reach out and hold and snap if you so wish. Not even the rain can wash them away.

Lockwood stands before you, wet hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed from the November air. He's just as still as you, not even his eyes moving from your face. Those dark eyes you had just been staring longingly into. The ones you've found comfort in for years. The ones you know you'll never be able to face again.

Fuck.

You want to bash your head off the wall just a few feet away or melt into the puddles beneath your feet, never to be seen again. You want to scream and curse at yourself for being so stupid, for ruining something so good. Even though he wasn't yours, at least you had him. Now there's no chance of that.

"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I don't - I, um..."

What can you say? I'm sorry for admitting my love to you even though I am extremely aware you don't feel the same? No, you can't. He's completely capable of telling you that simply through the pained expression on his face.

"I made a mistake coming here," you say, glancing at the street of cafés you stand on currently. You had agreed to grab a coffee with Lockwood while you were case-free, but now you realise how much of a mistake that was. "I think I'm going to, uh..."

What? Head home? You live in the same house as him. You've nowhere to go, nowhere in the city, at least. God, you never realised how hard it would be to make an escape plan in a city like London. It's likely you can't afford a hotel room to hide in for the next million years, not with the wage you're being paid.

"You don't have to go," Lockwood says, and you notice the weird tone of his voice. He's confused and concerned, and you can tell he feels guilty though he's got no need to feel it. He's not obligated to return your feelings.

You wrap your arms around yourself, clinging to any warmth you can find. "We both know I do, Lockwood. I can't - I've ruined things between us. And I didn't - I didn't mean to say it, believe me, but now I just... Now that you know, I can't stay. Not at Portland Row, not here, not for a little while at least. It's too much."

"Just because we feel different," he says, "doesn't mean you can't stay, (name). We can still -"

"Don't say we can still be friends," you interrupt. "It never works like that."

He looks desperate for a moment, and he reaches out to touch your arm, the way he always does when he knows you're upset, but you move back a step, out of his reach. You're afraid that if he touches you, you'll implode.

"I know you don't feel the same," you say, looking anywhere but at him. "And that's okay. Honestly, it is. I just need space, is all."

You feel selfish for saying it, but it's true. Being around him now that he knows will be too hard. You want to believe that things can go back to how they were when you were both as close as close could be, but you're right. It never works out that way. You can't sit in his house, being paid by him for your work, watching him take interest in other people when you long for him to see you that way.

"I won't be gone forever," you say, but you both know it's a lie.

Unless there's some miracle, there's a very slim chance of you staying with Lockwood, Lucy, and George indefinitely. The thought of having to try and forget feelings so strong while living with him feels like you're tearing your own heart out. It's easier to just remove yourself from a situation like that.

"This all..." He rakes a hand through his hair, and the frown on his face makes your heart ache, yearning for that beautiful smile of his. "It's a bit drastic and rushed, don't you think? Can't you - can't you just stay?"

You shake your head. "I need time to work through everything."

"You haven't even thought this through! Twenty minutes ago, we were going to head home together, and you would stay."

"Lockwood -"

"You can't just leave. Not when - (name), I can't lose you."

Your heart shatters when he says that.

After knowing Lockwood for a few years, he's trusted you enough to tell you of his family's deaths, and his fear of losing more people. It's why he's always stayed a step removed from people until you. It kills you to think you'll cause him pain like that, making his fear come true. But, for your own sanity, you can't stay.

"I'm sorry. I just -"

His arms are around you before you can really comprehend it, holding you so, so close. You can hear his heartbeat, feel the warmth of his skin beneath the cold rain, and it's the worst form of torture you could ever conjure up.

"Please, stay."

You've never been able to deny him anything. Not a late-night stroll, not a secret extra biscuit behind George's back, not an under-researched case he just wants to get out of the way.

And, despite the agony in your chest, you still can't deny him. It's because you love him so much that you can't, so much that you'd willingly put yourself through the pain of his presence just so he could be happy. You can't leave him, no matter how hard it is to stay; no matter how painful the feeling in your chest is because you know how badly his losses have affected him. You can't be the one to inflict that sort of pain again.

So, as your heart tears itself apart and tries to stitch it back together, you say, "Yes." Because no will not leave your lips.

[courtingchaos]

Rent the Space Inside My Mind

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: During a hazy afternoon y'all get a little lost in your heads. Eddie tells you a really funny joke.

A/N: Jesus christ this got away from me. I've had this open for two weeks (???) just chipping away and rewriting and deleting everything. I need it off my phone. I'm so sick of looking at it! I really hope you guys enjoy it! This one gets a little spicy? Nothing crazy, just some daydreaming and just All of The Pining Imaginable. I'm not sick of these two being oblivious yet, so strap in friends. (AlsoAlso, just tossing this out there this is 18+, and will just get worse as it goes on so like don't interact if your a lil baby please) Y'all wanna see the gif again?

Friday afternoons were very specifically You and Eddie hangout hours. Typically quiet, never boring, it now usually started with a blunt since someone (you) had broken someone else’s ( Eddie’s) bong. It had truly been an honest mistake and while Eddie held no grudges, he did miss watching you pull on the thick smoke, so many thoughts rushing at him in those few precious seconds. You’d cough, eyes watering and he’d wonder if you’d make the same sounds with him buried in your mouth.

Slow your roll, cowboy.

It’d been maybe an hour since you kicked his bedroom door in, a McDonald’s bag held in either hand.

“Oh my queen, is that what I think it is?”

“Literally six large fries dude.”

You toss one bag at him where he’s laying on his bed, and beeline for his dresser to drop your stuff. You glance up at his first love while you shuck your jacket off and he’s obviously watching you because he playfully says “Go on, give her a kiss. You know you want to.”

Looking over, you’re 100 percent right. Fries sticking out his mouth, he’s got that shit eating grin plastered on his face, his dimples deep and soft and you just want to grab him there with your thumb and middle finger pressed in and push him back into his pillow.

“I’m not kissing your guitar.” You say flatly.

You on the other hand…

He pouts at you while you start digging around the top drawer, looking for the party supplies.

“You know, I wouldn’t go all haphazard in my drawers like that if I were you.”

“What, afraid I’m gonna find something dirty again?” You throw that over your shoulder while you search for the pre roll you know should be in there.

“Ha ha ha”, Eddie mock laughs, getting up from the bed to open a different drawer in the dresser. “I moved it, made more sense over here.” He pulls out a small wooden box and closes the drawer quick. You quirk an eyebrow at him and dart your eyes between him and the drawer his hand is still on. He just smiles easy and shakes the wooden box at you.

“Oh look at you, a whole box now? What, loose weed in your socks not your thing anymore?” You tease him and pluck it out of his hands to dig through it.

“Aha!”, the blunt you had so lovingly rolled on Wednesday in his van, parked outside of your own trailer before you went in for the night. Made like a pinkie promise for Friday afternoon, he’d taken it with a bow of his head; a knight receiving the fair lady’s favor.

“I’ll guard it with my life.” He meant it too.

Eddie had watched you, completely enraptured, run the tip of your pink tongue along a seam of the blunt, the smallest glint of metal peaking out of your mouth. He had tried being as sly as he could be, but he was sure he’d been actively panting by the time you handed it to him. This little fucking thing clutched in his hand had seen more action from you than he ever would. For that, it stayed in his possession.

“You better, that’s the last of that bag.” You’d held the empty ziplock up when you got out of the van, shrugging at him. Eddie promised to pick up only the best from Rick before Friday, so you dug forty bucks out of your wallet for him.

He’d long ago stopped arguing with you about paying since you were the one with an actual job. The bookstore downtown took up three of your afternoons normally, which is why Friday Fundays were created. If Hellfire wasn’t meeting and he didn’t have band practice, he’d sometimes bum around bothering you and your few coworkers.

They had all taken a liking to Eddie, firstly because he was pretty well read, and could quote Tolkien at them fast as lighting. Most of the older women you worked with were just as easily charmed by his big dimpled smile and his abundance of ‘ma’am’s’.

Secondly, he was typically quiet but always respectful so because of this, every single one of them had asked you on multiple occasions if you two had started dating yet. Always prefaced with a big sigh, you’d tell them ‘Why no, of course not, he is actually just my friend.’ It would always end with them tittering and smiling, talking about how boys were never friends with girls like that when they were younger.

“Georgia, it’s 1983, times do change.” You’d reminded your coworker one evening while you both watched Eddie rifling through books on a bottom shelf. Georgia had leveled a look at you and said, “I think after 62 years, I’d see when a boy likes a girl.” You’d wanted to remind Georgia of her coke bottle glasses but kept that one to yourself.

Eddie didn’t like you, not like that. You were positive. The two of you had come together as friends, nothing more. It wasn’t his fault you’d turned 16 and suddenly became aware of his dimples when he smiled at you, or how big his hands were when he’d grab at you when the two of you roughhoused. You’d kept this attraction on complete lockdown for two years and you weren’t about to let Georgia from the bookstore pry it out of you.

Firstly, and Most Importantly, he was your pit buddy. Very early on in the friendship, still both 15 and fresh faced and trying desperately to get into local shows, you’d realized you were both pretty hardy individuals. After saving Eddie from a beating by a Senior boy and then the next week starting a fight over one of the first uses of ‘Freak’ towards him, it’d given both of you an idea of what you could handle.

And it was glorious.

You’d only ever had girlfriends before meeting Eddie and while you did genuinely like doing the girly things, no one ever wanted to do the tomboy things with you. Now though you suddenly had someone who wasn’t afraid of getting into it with you, especially in the middle of a crowd of moving bodies. The first show had been some local band playing just outside of Hawkins, they were metal-ish and loud and fast and it was everything Eddie had promised it’d be. The two of you had spent the hour after the show waiting for your mom and wrestling in the grass next to the venue, taking turns throwing each other on the ground. That night had been the most fun you’d had in a long time and by the time you both climbed into the back of your mom’s station wagon you were breathless and covered in grass and laughing.

Your mom dropped Eddie off with Wayne, apologizing for the dirt child she was leaving on his doorstep.

“I have no idea what happened in an hour.” She’d kind of laughed, and Wayne waved her off telling her Eddie had come home looking worse.

“Tell Ms. Helen thank you.” Wayne said, herding him inside while Eddie yelled out goodbyes and thank you’s. On the short ride to your trailer on the backend of the park, your mom had tried to grill you for information about Eddie. You were honest with her, that the grass and dirt was from play fighting and the few cuts on your knees were from going nuts during the concert. Obviously she was concerned, but she admitted to you before turning the car off,

“I’m just happy you’re making friends hun, that’s all I want.”

~

Holed up in Eddie’s room, the window cracked just barely to help circulate air and keep as much warm in, you take your normal position on the floor, leaned up against the bed. His head is hanging off the edge while he tries to blow smoke rings.

He waves the blunt in front your face and you wave him off while you dig through your book bag to find your D&D notes. Diamond Head is on low in the background and you hum along while you look for the scribbles you’d jotted down during lunch earlier.

“What tragic character have you created now?” His voice is deep from the smoke and the angle he has his head tilted at. You don’t even chance a glance sideways, just clench your jaw and flex your toes in your shoes.

“No one new, I was thinking of some like, extra story for my cleric.”

“Oh Christ, not the corn god again.”

“Yes the corn god, all praise Helio.” You say it with no emotion but hold your hands up in praise above you. Eddie rolls his eyes and copies you, muttering ‘Praise Helio’ under his breath.

The two of you fall into quiet conversation, passing the blunt back and forth until it’s hard to pinch, stubbed out in the ashtray next to your leg.

Honestly you thought Eddie had fallen asleep with how quiet he was so you’d shifted away from the bed to lay next to it on the floor. Engrossed in notes from one of Eddie’s DM binders (and a good steady high), you don’t notice him slowly moving to keep you in his line of sight. He had been close to sleep but you shifting had stirred up your perfume from your hair and pulled him from his daze. Something sweet and deep that hung around his room long after you’d left.

He had only recently really admitted to himself just how head over heels he was for you so this attention he was leveling at you was still surprising to him. In fact, he’d picked up a new little habit: small things of yours that just happened to find their way into his pocket. Stuff you’d never really miss but little things that made him think of you. Hair clips that he actually used sometimes. A few chapsticks and one of your eyeliner pencils, a guitar pick you’d use when messing with his acoustic and a minifig that he knew you were looking for but it wasn’t important to this campaign so it didn’t matter right now. If a t-shirt of yours found its way in there it was none of his business.

Under the assorted stolen tchotchkes was a single Polaroid he kept tucked deep in the drawer under the little cigar box he’d handed over to you earlier.

That lived face down in the drawer lest you almost accidentally ever see it again. He’s not a pervert (Don’t lie to yourself Munson) but this was an accidental photo taken at an opportune time. Halloween the year before and you had shown up to his trailer in an Elvira getup that had Eddie clutching the counter to stay upright. Complete with black wig and tits out to the universe he was sure he’d never seen so much of you on display. Standing in the doorway you’d had to call his name a few times before he invited you in, Eddie stuck in a staring contest with your chest. You’d done a little half turn for him once inside where he all but vomited compliments at you over your painfully accurate costume. If he followed you around like a dog all night, it was only to make sure he was somehow marking you as untouchable to everyone else.

This was just one of the rich kids parties so Eddie was there to sell and you had tagged along for an excuse to dress up. Normally Eddie would plant himself in his van for an hour or two and then head home but you seemed to be enjoying the party, even though you barely left his side. He never actually partied with this crowd of rich assholes but the combination of you, beer, and everyone being moderately decent to him all night lent to him letting his guard down. By the time midnight had rolled around the two of you were a drunk giggling mess, looking everywhere for the wig you had eventually torn off in the heat of the house.

The morning had snuck up on you though, both of you jolted awake by an errant ray of light seeping through the blinds in the strange living room. You found your shoes by the front door and you two snuck out to Eddie’s van and headed home.

It wasn’t until he was sat outside his own trailer, smoking before heading in, that he found the Polaroid in the breast pocket of his jacket. Eddie had found a camera at some point, he can vaguely remember that. And he had taken this crooked photo of you, legs stretched out and propped up in front of you with the slit of your dress hiked up around your hip. Your head thrown back against the couch while a cigarette hung out of the corner of your mouth. The long line of your neck mapping a trail down to the deep cut neckline and just cleavage for days. Eddie stares and stares for so long before he notices in the bottom corner of the photo, your hand resting on his thigh, painted black nails digging into the dark denim.

It takes his forgotten cigarette burning down to the filter and burning his finger to snap him out of his lust daze.

That photo had lived beside his bed for a good while, serving as a bookmark in many things. (Which is how you’d almost found it one afternoon in his copy of Salem’s Lot.)

He’d stare at it before bed, imagining whatever scenario he could that involved you crawling over that couch and devouring him. Your lips painted dark red, leaving marks all over his neck and you hair, curled and soft from being pinned up all night dragging over his shoulder. He’d never been with a girl that had really taken her time with him but he imagined you would. He knew how soft your hands were, could imagine what they’d feel like dragging down his ribs over his stomach, tugging at his belt. You’d push his shirt up while pulling his jeans down and look up at him with that glint in your eye, the one you’d get before you really threw yourself fully into something.

Sometimes this would be the softest imagined scenario all quiet moans and gentle kisses, you handling him so carefully. Featherlight touches down his thighs, your hands soft around him while you whispered little praises up at him from between his knees. Those were nights where he was feeling especially lovesick (like when you were out on a fabled date). Getting deep into his feelings in the dark, sometimes not even actually jerking off, just thinking of you while he lay in his bed trying to sleep.

The other times though, those times he’d grab you up in front of everyone at that party and find a dark corner of that rich kids kitchen. He’d walk you backwards, up against a wall and cage you in with his body, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other ghosting down your side to grab at your hip. Without shoes on your only a few inches shorter than him, but you’d still have to look up at him from under your lashes. Your hands would wrap up the sides of his face and wind in his hair and you’d pull him down to you, lips soft and warm. He’d hook a finger in the neckline of your dress to try and get your tits out and he just knew they’d fit so perfect in his hands. You’d mewl at him and make all the little noises he could imagine you might make when he runs his fingers over the lace of your bra. He’d smirk at you while you pulled at his neck, trying to get him closer, pulling your body flush up against his. Slot your leg between his and grind up on him to feel the hard length of him against your thigh.

It didn’t take much for him to picture you bent over a bathroom vanity, hands braced on the sink in front of you and crying for him. His hand fisted in the velvet of your dress and pushing it up to your waist so he could watch himself bury his cock in you while you whined and moaned for him to not stop, never stop, keep going your gonna make me cum-

The shuffling of paper brings him back down into his room. Remembers that you are also in his room and he has to keep his fucking imagination in check because you can clearly see the raging hard on he has from your place on the floor. Only if you looked over that is, just a turn of your head and you could see him straining against his jeans-

He mentally slaps himself back in place and takes a deep breath to try to focus on something literally anything that isn’t you and your tits and your thighs and your breathing…

From your position on the floor you can see Eddie lying face up on his bed, eyes closed, fingers tapping on his chest along with the drum beat. The notes you’ve been looking at are held at such an angle that you’re actually just peering at him like a little creep over the top. Watching his fingers tap, watching his chest rise and fall, watching his face scrunch up when he hears the bass really kick in. It’s lulling you into a stasis of sorts; you’ve been good and toasty for a bit now, the two of you no longer essentially hotboxing his room. The floor was supposed to be grounding you so you’d stop imagining things like climbing up on the bed with him. Would he even open his eyes or would he just smile?

Assume you were trying to get comfortable.

You could surprise him. Tangle your hand up in his hair and pull his head back to hold him in place while you attacked his neck, leaving little red marks up and down the column of his throat. Maybe he’d laugh, all breath and a little gasping, the vibrations making you smile against him. You could move your way up to his mouth and he’d taste just like you’d imagined a hundred times before. Tobacco and weed and a little salty from the fries he’d been eating earlier.

This is not the first, nor will it be the last time, that you sit and wonder what secrets that mouth beholds.

You are slowly spinning out on the floor of his room, your mind going…well, more like an inch a minute rather than a mile. Eddie’s notes long forgotten next to you in the carpet, you’re just about to drift off into your daydream about his fingers tap tap tapping down your sternum when he clears his throat and turns his head to look at you, says something you don’t catch.

“What?”

“I said ‘can I ask you something?’” He repeats himself and rolls over to lean on an elbow. His eyes are fixed on you, a notch between his brows making him look worried.

“What’s up?”

“Can I rain check next Friday?” He asks you almost hesitantly. It takes a few seconds for you to catch up before you frown a little yourself.

“And postpone the Friday night french fry extravaganza? What, you got a hot date or something?” You think you’re being slick but a blush starts to creep up his neck.

“No way! Did Gwen change her mind?!” You sit up from the floor to crawl over to the edge of the bed where you prop your chin to grin up at him. Your daydream is left with the notes while you rush into his space, face close to his own. Weed is still hugging your faculties pretty warmly so you don’t get a chance to stop your eyes drifting down his face to his lips.

He absolutely does not miss that look, but he’s also dipped pretty deep in this high so he lets it go because this is new. He’s never seen you look at him like that before; bites his bottom lip because he’s not entirely sure what’s happening in this moment.

No harm in letting you stare.

No harm in him watching you worry at your own lip.

Please let me bite that for you.

Your eyes finally snap back up to his with a questioning look in them.

Yes yes yes do it first please I’m too much of a coward.

Time is molasses the way the guitar in the background is molasses and you’re just staring at each other when you huff lightly.

“So…Gwen?”

Yeah, Gwen. Who’s Gwen?

“Uh yeah kind of? Nothing like crazy or whatever.” He breaks eye contact with you to stare at his blanket and pick at it. He’s not even sure why he’s still set on hanging out with her honestly, not with this huge fuckin’ crush he’s got burning for you. That first time he’d asked Gwen it had been with some actual feeling behind it. It’d only taken her a week to come back after turning him down though, a quiet question on her lips. Cornering him in the parking lot after school she’d made it a point to get him alone by his van where they were out of eyesight of everyone else. That should have been his first clue that this wouldn’t be a real date, but he’d been too caught off guard by the god damn cheer outfit.

“Does that offer still stand?” She’s sweet and a little naive maybe and he’s kind of weak for that so of course it does. Anything to get you off of his mind.

“For what?”

“Going out for a bite.”

“I mean sure, if you’re free.”

“Of course silly. Next Friday though.” She giggles and tucks a note with her number into his vest pocket.

He tells you all this, not looking up from his blanket the whole time. He admits that he knows she probably isn’t really interested in going out with him but she seems fun and nice and like who cares right?

“Yeah, she gets to test out what kind of freak I am and I probably get laid so…” he trails off. You’re still all up in his space so you can see his eyes darting around his blanket, looking for a distraction. This isn’t the first of these kinds of conversations between the two of you and you’ve seen that hurt in his eyes before. It’s not like Eddie is laying waste to all the girls of Hawkins High. He’s got maybe a solid handful of conquest under his belt, but they’ve all mostly treated him like a big secret. Something they got to do on a weekend or three and then moved on to something better. Something brighter. Something more well rounded and presentable.

“It’s not like she’s gonna take me home to meet mom.” His laugh is small and hollow when he rolls back over to stare at his ceiling. You pull yourself away from the edge of the bed, the cozy little spell broken.

“Listen man, you don’t have to go out with her. Just cancel it. What’s the worst that’ll happen? She doesn’t talk to you anymore?” You’re trying to break the sad tension with a joke and a gentle punch to his shoulder. He doesn’t budge, just sighs real big and continues to stare up at nothing.

You’re not super worried about this. Either he doesn’t hang out with her and you two get to have your normal Friday, or he does and you wait it out like you have with the others.

See, Gwen is an easy obstacle. She’s one of the nice cheerleaders, and she’s a year below you guys but she has no idea what she’s dipping her toe into. Eddie is a special brand of person and with his ability to talk an ear off, he’s sure to scare her off quickly. They’ll go out on their date and probably fool around a few times and then she’s going to comment on Hellfire. Or his band. Or his music. And then Eddie is going to get bored. He’ll remember what it’s like to talk about his interest unhindered with his little group of misfits and he’ll come back, acting like nothing ever happened.

So you have nothing to worry about.

Gwen will be easy.

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[theanticool]

Muhammad Mokaev takes UD over Manel Kape.

We have our clear front runner for dumbest fight of the year. Some true big brain thinking from beginning to end. Trying to fight before the bell rang. Kape breaking his toe in the 2nd round and then trying to set it mid fight. Mokaev never trying to press an advantage despite Kape having a broken foot. Mokaev blantantly grabbing Kape's shorts and pantsing him after he finally scored a takedown. Beltran not taking a point for Mokaev doing that and instead scolding him, giving him the "look at me when i'm talking to you shout." Just amazing stuff front to back.

For two guys that have apparently fought one another twice and tried to fight literally 20 seconds before the fight officially started, we got next to nothing out of the two in this one. This was my big fear heading into the fight. Mokaev is a reluctant striker at his very best. While he's pretty fast and has OK technique, he's skittish about anything that isn't single shots from distance. His primary reaction to people pushing pocket exchanges is to sit to his butt and then try to shoot. Kape just doesn't like to throw at all, despite having all the speed and power in the world. So what we got was a lot of Mokaev throwing kicks at range while Kape begs for him to come forward so he can throw a counter. I think we're also seeing the absolute limit of what Mokaev's physical ceiling is too cause Kape had no issue stopping Mokaev's shots. And I've seen old Japanese catch wrestlers be able to take Kape down, so that says a lot about where Mokaev's wrestling is at. It's partly that Mokaev just doesn't have an mid-range/pocket game. He's not going to close distance into the clinch and work from there. He's going to shoot from far out and then pray his opponent is still there to be taken down. He was the busier fighter, so he took the decision but both fighters only hurt their stocks with that one.

[futuregws]

Forget what they say about him. How about all the speculation and shit talking they do about his girlfriend? The constant comments about how fake she is, how mean she is, how she doesn’t smile enough. It’s super weird. We literally know nothing about her, and they see a photo of her not smiling and suddenly that makes her a bitch? Or if she does smile they say she’s being fake. They just make assumptions about her and at the end of the day the public isn’t dating her, Charles is. These same people want to gossip about Oscar’s girlfriend because she keeps private. You can’t win with the mean gossip girls out there. As long as you date a driver, there are masses of obsessive haters who will hate who they date and find ways to be awful to these women we literally know nothing about.

I think I already spoke about Alex before that's why I wasn't focusing on her but in the way fans talk about Charles being in relationships, but you're totally right I seriously don't understand what it is and if anyone has thoughts on it let me know bc this is actually a "mystery" that I have not been able to solve at all I really can't get it through my head the obsession with Charlotte clearly it's not bc of being Charles gf and they want to live in a fantasy (it's definitely part of it tho) bc they broke up so if that were the case they would move on to Alex but they didn't, I really don't know why people after what, a year?? Idk honestly of them being separated they still feel the need to bring her up and treat her as the only woman that is "allowed" to be next to or with Charles, and unfortunately Alex since she's "stealing" the spot that should be Charlotte's (bc this is definitely how they think, I've seen it) they hate on her and I know that apparently she has done some problematic stuff so if people wanna call her out for that, go for it, but that's not why most people do it, and that just really shows people's priorities too, putting that aside and commenting only on the things that the fans bring up (the way she acts for example) they will never be happy with anything they will grab at any small thing to get at her, hating her bc she doesn't smile enough?? What in the misogynistic ass shit is this, and then when she was laughing in those pap pics people were all like "why does she think this is about her" like bruh. I really feel for this women having to deal with so much bullshit specially the ones that are dating drivers that had a public relationship before.

If I was Charlotte or Alex I would not be able to be so quiet.

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There's definitely typos bc I'm in a bit of a hurry so please ignore them

[safyresky]

Do you ever intend to write more about the eleven months of Jack community service (before the start of Crystal Springs)? While reading the new version of the chapters on Ao3, this line grabbed my attention: "Letter time with Santa was drool, but he found that those were the best times to mend bridges with Santa, and eventually, Carol." I'm intrigued about how their relationship evolved from hostility to friendship

Oh my god, I absolutely LOVE this question! I've never really thought about it tbh, but it would make a good smile shot or two, wouldn't it?

I've been rotating this question around my brain all evening, and figure this is as good a place as any to share some surface thoughts on how their relationship evolved in those 11 months leading up to Crystal Springs:

Scott did NOT warm up fast at ALL. He only agreed to give Jack another chance BECAUSE Mother Nature and Bernard were like no, this isn't a trick, it's legit, dude

January was HARD

Jack reported for duty right away, offered to help all over the place

First day in Jack gets them both cocoas. Santa does NOT drink his because who KNOWS what Jack did to it

(Nothing)

Anyway, January, bad, Jack is like doing as MUCH as he can to help where he can and Scott is just watching like a HAWK, man is NOT taking any chances with Jack this time around, no sir

But Jack doesn't do anything bad? He's a little silly, kind of an ass still, but the Workshop, surprisingly, doesn't implode

He is actually helping in some places. Scott's wildin. He's like there's no fucking way. He's being this earnest? Fr? He's not plotting or scheming or causing shenanigans?

Bernard's like look dude, I don't wanna say I told you so but...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Carol I think warms up to Jack first! She eventually convinces Scott to lay off a bit, he's had AMPLE time to DO something but hasn't, has just been helping out like they sentenced him to do

And, y'know, it seems like he's really actually trying to make up for what happened!

She's seen plenty of students in her time who pull themselves up by their bootstraps like this, and I'm sure she makes a Charlie comparison to soften Scott up a bit

Scott relents a LITTLE bit. Only a bit.

I think in February he notices how Jack's literally going all over the place, and finally one day he's like HOW are you doling this all. WHERE is the energy coming from. WHAT the actual fuck

And Jack shrugs like it's the right thing to do! And I have energy for days, it's fine

And Scott's like okay. Okay maybe stop spreading yourself so thin? Let's narrow things down. Stuff you hate? You don't have to do it

Queue Jack being like thank GOD because let me tell you toy making? JUST NO. Splinters? Slivers? And these undersized tools? STRONG PASS

A bad joke is made and Santa actually laughs

Jack's like oh! That was a laugh! I got you to laugh!

And Scott's like it was low hanging fruit, it was bad and that's why I laughed, this means NOTHING

And Jack's like, sure, sure, I'll soften you up Claus, just you wait! Cocoacinno?

He does, actually, drink this bevvy. He is pleasantly surprised when Jack doesn't actually do anything to it, and even more surprised that he finds it quite tasty--the man can make a drink.

February turns into March, and by then Jack's kinda found his stride and Scott's let him do some things with him, a bit for him to keep a close watch on him, and a bit bc he finds himself appreciating the company

It's kind of nice to have an. ACQUAINTANCE. That isn't an elf.

That's how letter time starts; Santa sits and reads and responds to letters, and Jack joins him and just kinda. Yap yap yap yap YAPS. Dude can CHAT. And it's not completely annoying! He's got crazy good stories, knows a lot of dirt about the OTHER Legends, and is always very nice to Carol and Buddy

He also sometimes has some very good things to add to the letters when Santa's coming up empty

"See? He's helping," Carol says, for the umpteenth time, and Scott's like "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

He's been around for a hot minute, too, and Scott finds himself enthralled sometimes with Jack's stories of ancient cultures he was around for--especially Rome!

Again, surface thoughts! I imagine it was gradual, and took some time, and took a lot of other people warming up to him first before Scott was like okay. Okay cool. I can trust this guy now! There's some other things I think that helped, too. I think he was v good with Baby Buddy as he got more towards the toddler end of the spectrum! And I think he had some like, heart of gold kind of moments too!

It's very VAGUE tbh! I just know for sure it was gradual, and took time, and a whole lot of patience and I'm sure blowing off some steam via snowstorms every so often too, lol.

I think I answered the question! sorry for the word vomit, apparently I am incapable of being succinct and too the point 🙃🙃🙃🙃

Here's a funny little excerpt from the CS notes that I imagine happened some time during Letter Time, to illustrate how I think letter time helped (like 4 o'clock coffee with my aunts! They stop, have coffee with each other and just chat and shoot the shit and I always learn so many new things about them every time I'm at one!)

When I wrote this spur of the moment funny, it was a) because of this vine and B) post Crystal Springs, hence the Jacqueline mention (mother fucker just cannot STAY OUT OF A CONVO WHEN SHE IS NOT THERE. She plagues me), and C) deffs a DM to someone based on the slahses instead of actual italics lmao.

Word barf aside, this is how I imagine letter time went for the most part: Scott doing his thang, Jack chattering away! It's probably why buddy knows so many words at just under a year old :P

ANYWAY. SNIPPET:

[ID in ALT]

[mythcaels-a]

"I can't believe you, for some reason, still want to teach me magic." Wyatt said with a press of his lips, hesitantly watching the pot that's--doing stuff. "Your Evil Layer of Ruined Dreams not seen enough action from me for the week?" After the last one, where he got set on fire, and Ellinon had looked like he was about to die. The worry was nice, appreicated even, he doesn't want to see him upset though. Which is the oddest feeling he's ever had before.

The pot sparks and Wyatt flinches on reflex, grabbing Ellinon's arm and tugging him toward him. The pot doesn't do anything else and he thinks it might have been supposed to be making those sounds. He slowly relaxes his grip but doesn't let go of the other entirely. The irrational fear, the desire to protect his husband, he hates the feeling. He wonders if Ellinon can sense how he's feeling.

He can feel him in just about every inch of him.

He moves a bit closer to his husband and grips the sleeve of his long robe tightly. "Why are you so insistant about me doing this anyway? I've never bothered with learning magic, not to the lengths you seem to want me to." He pressed his lips slightly together before speaking softer. "Magic is the reason my enire family is dead, Ellinon."

unprompted | always accepting.

❝  What happened before is all the more reason for me to continue teaching you. Plus, you have so much potential and such strong magic. It shouldn't be wasted by having no control. ❞ He doesn't mean for his words to come off as condescending or anything of that sort, he means well by each word he utters and is just giving him the blunt honest truth. The other was wasting his talent with having no control, plus it was dangerous to have all that magic but no control over it ( it made one a ticking timebomb ).

Ellinon makes sure to pay much more attention to everything this time around though. He's trying to be a good teacher to Wyatt but he's a warlock, Wyatt is a witch, there are differences to their magic and the things and ways they can learn ( plus Ellinon never had a teacher himself so he didn't really know how to go about teaching but he was trying ). ❝ Is that really what we're sticking to calling it ? ❞ There's amusement in his voice at least as he questions the other about the silly name that the other has decided to give the area.

He lets gaze flicker back over to the pot just in time to watch it spark and that is nothing out of the ordinary this time at least but the other seems to be jumpy from the last time and Ellinon feels himself being tugged towards Wyatt. The others desire to protect him made his heart fluttery in the best way, made him feel happy and loved. Yet, there was a soft look that he gave the other even as sigh spilled from lips. ❝ It's alright, that was only a small spark. Worry only when there are multiple sparks like that. ❞ It's reassuring and an attempt to try and keep the other from being so jumpy about it in the future.

❝ Because it can protect you if you train it. I know you've seen my magic protect me sometimes, even from just a falling book. It can protect you from so much more if you know how and what to do with it. ❞ It showed that he cared about the others wellbeing quite a lot to want to teach him how to use his magic for his safety. Sure, his magic didn't protect him from everything, the others wouldn't either but it was worth knowing. Plus with the power that the other held, he could flare his magic and use it as an intimidation factor or he could literally obliterate his enemies ( how he hopes Wyatt would let him be present for that to cheer him on ).

His expression grows soft once more. He wishes he could say he understands how the other feels after hearing that but he can't. Ellinon never had any family ties, he never knew his own family and yet, his heart does go out to his husband. Those words were heartbreaking. ❝ Wyatt . . . I'm sorry . . . ❞ His words are so soft, yet lips part once more. ❝ But . . . You also shouldn't let that hold you back from something that is part of you and something that very well could be the reason a family that you . . . We . . . Have in the future is alive. ❞ He's not entirely sure what led him to say that but his magic seemed to feel buzzy in a good way about him saying it. He takes a breath, smiles up at Wyatt and then tries to absolutely move away from the other because wow he'd said something so oddly embarrassing.

❝ Alright back to magic now. ❞

[internet-siren]

Someone mentioned the Vaporeon Copypasta—and as much as I love internet lore, I never actually read it… so naturally, I had to dive in 😂. And let me tell you… gold. Absolute gold. 😭✨

Vaporeon Copypasta is, uh, exactly what it sounds like. It’s a lewd copypasta about Vaporeon, where the author explains how Vaporeon is “the most compatible Pokémon for human breeding” based on its height, weight, and moves. Yep. 🫣

The thing is, this whole thing went viral back in 2018 on 4chan’s /vp/ board, and people have been referencing it ever since whenever the topic of Vaporeon or lewd Pokémon acts come up. It’s the stuff of memes, nightmares, and everything in between.

The post is an unhinged mix of Pokémon facts and some really uncomfortable conclusions:

...I’ll just leave that there. 😬 That’s the kind of energy we’re dealing with here.

But let's go down the rabbit hole, shall we?

So, What is a Copypasta? 🤔

A copypasta is an internet term for a block of text that's copied and pasted across various platforms. Typically, these are absurd, nonsensical, or just downright weird messages that people share for laughs, shock value, or to mess with others. Some copypastas are memes, others are long-winded rants, and some are just the kind of cringe that makes you want to look away but you can’t. 💀

Here’s a bunch of copypastas I found that are either so fucking weird or just straight-up hilarious to me. 😬

"Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?" 

"guys, you'll never believe what just happened no less than 15 minutes ago. so my sister and her boyfriend came home while i was watching tv and they went into the kitchen to get some drinks. while in the kitchen they were doing their whole lovey dovey thing and kissing and playing grab-ass and what not, and it was unappealing to me, so i went up to my room. a few minutes later, i heard them enter into my sister's room and then some rustling occured. i thought nothing of it, they were probably just making out again on her bed. then i heard her scream and i got worried so i ran over to her room, and opened the door, got on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur! open to door, get on the floor, everbody walk the dinosaur! BOOM BOOM ACKLAKKALAKKA BOOM BOOM BOOM ACKLAKKALAKKA BOOM!"

"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo."

"This is me. Literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like this. There is no way you can convince me this is not me. This character could not possibly be anymore me. It's me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me on the topic of this not possibly being me, then I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that this character is me. This character is me, it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that this character is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and this character side by side, you'd see no difference. I can safely look at this character every day and say "Yup, that's me". I can practically see this character every time I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside and people stop me to comment how similar I look and act to this character. I chuckle softly as I'm assured everyday this character is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed every morning knowing that I've found my identity with this character and I know my place in this world. It's really quite funny how similar this character is to me, it's almost like we're identical twins. When I first saw this character, I had an existential crisis. What if this character was the real me and I was the fictional being. What if this character actual became aware of my existence? Did this character have the ability to become self aware itself?"

"I saw [celebrity name] at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly"

(THIS ONE EVEN GOT ME BACK IN THE DAYS)

"If I eated soap. I dont eat it bc I did. No I didn't <3." 

"why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food"

“im a starving child starving to death and this is the very last thing i have ever read. gootbye.”

“I used to have this webkinz that I used to pour milk on and suck the milk back out of and it was sopping wet all the time 😭i used to slam it against walls and it would make a loud thud”

"I once pretended to have a psychotic episode and smashed a macbook with a bat to keep my brother and his fiancee from stumbling across pictures I photoshopped of her giving birth to me."

“I’m in gta 6 I can’t speak much about it but you’ll see later on throughout the year in the next trailer. Either way I’m blessed and thank you to rockstar for giving me an opportunity to have something to do with the greatest game ever.”

"is that ham processed? If it's processed I don't want it"Ma'am, that is an eleven pound whole slab of deli ham. It has no bones, fat, or connective tissue. It is an amalgamation of the meat of several pigs, emulsified, liquefied, strained, and ultimately inexorably joined in an unholy meat obelisk. God had no hand in the creation of this abhorrence. The fact that this ham monolith exists proves that God is either impotent to alter His universe or ignorant to the horrors taking place in his kingdom. This prism of pork is more than deli meat. It is a physical declaration of mankind's contempt for the natural order. It is hubris manifest. We also have a lower sodium variety if you would prefer that."

“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting. Do you understand? "

“I noticed that you used “😭” in your comment. Just wanted to say, don’t give up anything in your life. I don’t know what you’re going through but I’m always here to help you through.”

" I hate it when people are like: “DON'T BLOW YOUR VAPE SMOKE ALL OVER MY BABY” like bitch first of all it’s not smoke it’s like some other shit, plus scientists don’t even know the ramifications of its hazards yet. mf hoe😂”

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg, fam. 🤯 Copypastas are a wild, strange, chaotic part of internet culture and honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing about them. Keep spreading the weirdness. 💀

If you wanna dig deeper...

Ken-Sama

Blowfly Girl

[purplesurveys]

1913

What was the last song you added onto your iPod or any music player? The last song I liked on Spotify is Comin' Through by Hojean.

Grab the nearest book to you. What’s the copyright date on it? There aren't any books close enough for me to grab at the moment.

Are you usually the one who throws the parties or attends them? Attend. I throw my own too but tbh my organizer scope is limited to only my own birthday dinners or watch parties for BTS, lol.

Do you ever look at the tags on a survey? No, at least not anymore. I was big on tags – sometimes my entire caption would be in the tags haha – back when I had a main Tumblr, but since I've had only this survey blog since 2014ish I don't use them anymore.

What’s your favorite flavor of popsicle? Chocolate. I don't usually like chocolate ice cream but for some reason they taste much better as popsicles.

Do you believe that one day the sun will burn out? I mean, it's not just a belief.

Did you go see the movie The Great Gatsby? No. I've also never seen it.

What’s your homepage when you bring up the internet? Google.

What’s your favorite smell? Food being baked, a fresh hotel room, and the smell of the sea/fish.

Have you ever seen or been in quicksand? Haven't seen one.

Have you ever cracked your phone screen before? Yeah, that happened with my first and second 5Ss, and my 8. My 13 on the other hand has been unbelievably indestructible for two years and counting.

Do you like Train’s music? I only know the one song and I neither love nor hate it.

How many different languages can you say “hello” in? 6.

True or False : Superman is your favorite super hero. False and would be a trick question because I don't have any, lol.

Do you like to look at license plates to see where people are from? Yes, sometimes! Then my mind wanders more and I start asking stuff in my head like if they moved here permanently or if they're tourists; and if they're tourists what the hell are they here to see; or if they're here for business, and if they are what sort of work do they do to end up here...hahaha. Things like that.

When was the last time you went to Wal Mart? We do not have Walmarts. I have never been to Walmart.

Nothing is worse than being sunburnt agree? I can get over them. There are many worse things.

When is your last day of summer this year? Idk we don't really time our seasons(?) like that.

Have you ever seen the movie High School Musical? Absolutely. I was part of the exact target audience they were aiming for when they released HSM lol. We danced nothing but We're All In This Together at birthday parties, school events, etc. for a year; and I remember when they were on the cover of every kids' magazine.

Are you one of the oldest or youngest within your group of friends? In my college group, I'm in the middle; with my core group, we're all the same age lol except for Reena who's a year younger.

Do you ever have dreams where something happens and then it does? No, but I get deja vu.

Sunset or sunrise? Sunset. I'm not getting up for the sunrise lol

One of the best feelings in the world is turning in a test agree? If you're still in school, yeah. The excitement for it fizzles out when you get out of school haha and you find that there are so many greater things to experience and feel.

Do you have a pair of Beat headphones? I used to. My dad gave them to me :)

How was your week? Tired. I need sleep and more days where I don't have to do anything. I'm burning out.

Are any of your electronics not working properly at the moment? Nope.

Are you excited to pick out your wedding dress one day? This scenario isn't really relevant to me.

Does it bother you when an artist remake a song that one has previously done? Depends on how the cover was done. Some covers can be vastly different from the original, but still executed very well.

It can also depend on the artist. I would hate if Meghan Trainor covered literally any song, for example.

What brand of ChapStick do you use? Human Nature.

[bolts-n-fingerguns]

Hrm. Can remember nightmares from my fictotypes.

Sonic's are just stuff that happened to him. It's never stuff that I think would happen, those would be literal omens given by the Emeralds. So not my dreams. They're always very accurate to what happened, but ending or jumping to another thing just in the right moment to make us feel worse. Aka, the moment that was most distressing to us, but we can't fix it in the nightmare nor does it get worse.

Leon's though...most horrible shit I've ever had to see with my mind's eye. All of them just get worse and worse, mixing up with other occurrences, setting up very realistic yet unrealistic situations, grabbing what happened and twisting it to be worse than it was. All of them always have death in them or alluded death, in the best cases. And in most of them, I would be the last man standing.

I can remember two in specific of Leons, I will let that for below. Cw for unreality, death and suicide attempt 👍

The first one is not as vivid as the second one.

All I remember is, being in another mission. This time with the Redfields and couple other people, none of relevance, just npcs created for the dream. I remember it was dark, really dark. Chris takes a group of npcs to search a particular spot of the place we are in. Soon enough, the nightmare starts. Npcs go missing and we start hearing screams from Chris' side of the thing. Claire, of course, runs there.

By the time I catched up it was too late. I was able to take on the infected that came at me, as always. And then the last one in that room came by behind me. I couldn't think, the switch was flipped and the room was dark. It's always been fight and kill to survive. I had already pulled the trigger by the time I registered who I was shooting. It was Chris. He was gone, though, it wasn't him anymore. All I remember is this horrible feeling in my gut and heart, absolute dread at what I just did. That's all I remember from that dream.

The second one was... admittedly more calm, if you could call it so. A similar set up to the first one, although Jill was there...and apparently in this fucking dream RC hadn't been blown to smithereens. The Redfields, Jill n I came back there to investigate some shit, something to do with Umbrella. We were where the fire escape was, can't remember the exact location. Claire in front of me, with Chris and Jill leading.

As soon as I gained consciousness in that damn dream, I wasn't gonna go through it. I wasn't gonna see them all die, I wasn't killing any of them. I would end it right there, right now. I pulled the gun to my head, staring right at the cannon. Complete spite against myself and my brain that only works against me. But it didn't go, it was stuck.

Claire immediately noticed what I was doing. She wasn't quick enough to get the gun out of my hand with the first attempt. But we were all equally shocked it didn't go off, so I had time to shoot again. In my bafflement and anger, I immediately shoot the gun again, this time not directed at me, to prove something. And it went off. The fucking dream wouldn't let me die. This time Claire did take the gun out of my hands and yelled at me, asked what the fuck I thought I was doing. I didn't even look at her, but I knew this shit was a dream for sure so I just said so. She was completely baffled and pissed off at me, so she asked again what did I mean. I repeated exactly what I said, this time, I looked up at her.

Her face...the other's faces. Filled with confusement and anger. They had this horrified look, completely petrified by the situation. Her's though, it was burning with anger, nothing I haven't seen before from her. She's scolded me more times than I can count for similar situations, rightfully so.

She asked if I had lost my mind, I responded I had a long time ago. Then she did something out of character that made it so obvious this wasn't her, she turned around and decided to ignore me. Usually, she would continue to go off on me trying to convince me otherwise or soften up and try to reason with me. But she would never leave, or give up on me like that.

I guess you could say she was tired of my bullshit, but she promised me against my own wishes that she would never give up on me. And this girl never breaks her promises, it's honestly insane to what length she'd go.

So I told this fake dream version of her, that she wasn't Claire. And before she could turn around, the dream started to fall apart and I woke up.

Yuriyaoi wins people. Yuriyaoi wins.