#also found out that i literally HAVE to get a credit card to do ANYTHING. i have to like. essentially trap myself in debt in order to do

[krispiecake]

found out that in order to get a credit card i need a credit history…. but in order to get a credit history… i need a credit card. im going to kill myself in front of whoever invented this.

[ugh-yoongi]

For your Yoongi drabbles - reader has a crush and talks about “him” constantly, but Yoongi doesn’t know it’s him until someone else spills readers secret.

this was so cute, thank you for requesting! sorry for the giant meme, but it is literally the exact vibe of this so i had to use it.

loose lips

pairing: yoongi x f. reader genre: friends to lovers, miscommunication (??), fluff warnings: swearing, drinking, namjoon namjooning, unedited rating: e for everyone! there's nothing bad in here wordcount: 1k

it's bee's birthday! send me yoongi requests and/or fic recs!

Min Yoongi is a lot of things.

He’s meticulous and prone to overwork and also lazy and uninspired. He’s chronically over-caffeinated and always half-asleep. He’s the first to blow off plans and the first to pout when he no longer gets invited. He’s brusque and a bit of a bastard but also pleased to be fussed over and taken care of. The kind of person who needs to be wrangled into physical affection, because he just can’t seem to verbalize his desire for it.

Min Yoongi is a lot of things, but he is not, under any circumstances, prone to gossip.

Jung Hoseok, on the other hand, has no such hangups.

Which presents Yoongi with an interesting dilemma. He has to piss, but he has to pass the kitchen to get to the bathroom. And Yoongi is a lot of things and not one of them is prone to gossiping or eavesdropping, but it’s hard to push aside the intrigue of you and Hoseok speaking in hushed whispers in his own kitchen, heads pressed together like conjoined twins.

It looks like a whole lot of conspiring is going on. He refuses to pout.

“You seriously haven’t told him yet?” Hoseok says, and Yoongi can just make it out, but he’s known Hoseok long enough to register the exasperation in his voice. God knows he’s been on the receiving end of it more often than not.

You groan. Probably shoot Hoseok an exasperated look of your own that Yoongi isn’t privy to. “It’s not that easy.”

“It absolutely is that easy. How hard is it to say—”

“Can you shut up?” you whisper-shriek. “You are so annoying—”

“—Hey, I have feelings for you. Would you wanna grab coffee?”

Yoongi is pouting before he even realizes his face has contorted. Sure, he can be jealous. Someone will always be a better musician, have more money, live in a nicer apartment and drive a nicer car and wear nicer clothes. Now, though… someone out there can have you, and that thought tastes sour in his mouth.

It’d been Jimin’s idea to come to Itaewon.

At least they’re at the bar with the good whisky, because Yoongi will max out his credit cards to escape the hell in which he’s found himself. It’d been bad enough with Hoseok, but now he has to deal with it from Taehyung and Jimin, too.

Do you think she’ll ever tell him? This is getting painful.

I don’t know. Hey, are you going to eat the rest of your fries?

Are you fucking serious? Of course I am, I bought them for me—

It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid, because everyone seems to be in on a secret he isn’t, but he looks across the bar and finds it hard to care. There you are, laughing wildly as Hoseok twirls you around on the dancefloor. All the lights in this place combined can’t outshine you—not on your worst day, but especially not when you’re like this.

So. Yoongi’s pouting again, plush bottom lip jutting out far enough to brush against his glass of whisky. He’d finally given up and splurged on something top shelf. Figured it’d get him to where he needs to go faster than anything else, because Yoongi is a lot of things and a dancer isn’t one of them, so he’s doomed to spend the night at this table, sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin.

Listening to them drone on and on about the guy you’re interested in.

He wonders what he’s like. How the two of you met. He pointedly does not think about whether or not this guy’s a dancer, a musician, if he can always afford top-shelf whisky. He wonders if you’re gonna make Yoongi meet him. If he’s gonna have to play nice and pretend to think this guy is cool and interesting. He can pretend, he thinks.

If it’s important to you, Yoongi can do anything.

Namjoon will know what to do, because Namjoon never actually knows what to do about anything and still somehow always arrives at the correct answer.

“Why am I here, hyung?”

Yoongi clears his throat. Spears another piece of beef and puts it on Namjoon’s plate like a peace offering. Orders another round of beers even though he hasn’t touched his first. “Uh,” comes his eloquent response. “Well—”

“Jesus Christ,” Namjoon mutters, face-planting onto the table. “This is worse than I thought.”

Min Yoongi is a lot of things, but if he’s worse than Namjoon thought, he’s in deep shit.

“Um—”

Namjoon picks his head up. Studies Yoongi for a minute, clearly looking for something, before he pinches the bridge of his nose and says, “It’s you, hyung. She’s hung up on you. And I shouldn’t even be telling you this, because we all just assumed both of you would eventually remove your heads from your asses and get it together, but fuck, this is painful. I can’t do this anymore, you know? I’m not your feelings friend. Jimin is your feelings friend, but he said you just sulked the entire night at the bar—”

“I didn’t sulk,” Yoongi argues, but the words are spoken around a pout.

All he receives in return is A Look. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”

Yoongi is a lot of things.

Today, he’s a coward, which is new.

He’s not usually a coward, it’s just… he knows how to be jealous and how to sulk and pout and not get what he wants. Those things are easy. But he has no idea how to deal with the bomb Namjoon had dropped on him. He’s not even sure it’s the truth. What if Namjoon was just fucking with him to get him to stop sulking? That’s absolutely something Namjoon would do because he’s done it before.

He sighs. Stops to catch his breath because you live on the sixth floor in a building with no working elevator and he doesn’t work out, so he’s really going to be pissed if Namjoon lied.

“Yoongi? What’re you doing here?”

His heart really does stop this time, because there you are, fresh-faced and smiling and a little confused, and Yoongi knows his face is splotchy and red and that his hairline is sweaty. “Yeah, hi,” he says, and it comes out like an immensely displeased grunt. Doesn’t sound at all like he’s happy to see you, and—oh. Yeah. He can understand now why you might’ve been hesitant to say something.

“Sorry, I just—these steps, you know?”

“Yeah, they said the elevator’s finally getting fixed next week.”

“Thank fuck.”

Your brows knit together. “You planning on coming by more often?”

Yoongi is a lot of things, but right now he’s impatient. So he closes the distance between you in record time and says, “Yeah. Listen, Namjoon told me this guy you and Hobi have been talking about is actually me—”

“That duplicitous snake—”

“—and I’ve kind of been losing my mind over it, because I feel the same way, so if it’s true I’d really like to kiss you, but I’m not entirely sure Namjoon wasn’t just fucking with me—”

“Oh, like that time he told you he’d seen your rejection letter from SNU just so you’d stop stressing over whether or not you got in and that you’d be even more excited once you did, in fact, get in?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Namjoon is a bastard. You should kiss me, though.”

Min Yoongi is a lot of things.

As he presses his lips to yours—soft, soft, soft—more than anything else, he’s happy.

[julilovesyou444]

pictures of you ~ bill kaulitz

background ~ you and your boyfriend were partying at a club when someone comes up to you to return your wallet. you quickly find out that it’s not your wallet, and it is infact your boyfriend’s. what you find in there makes you love him all the more.

warnings ~ NSFW!!!, praise, sub!bill😋kinda ?, oral male recieving, mentions of drinking , a bunch of bad bad stuff😄

a/n- english isnt my first languange so if there are any mistakes I’m sorry😪 okay im ngl some English words are so weird. like what is dick ???? cock??? what kind of words are that😭 lol im sorry- also this is literally my very very first time ever writing anything like this so I definitely have room for improvement, dont flame me 🙁

~

I was at the club on a Saturday, with the one boy I truly loved. We had been dating for around six months, and it had been some of the best time of my life. I was dancing on the dance floor, waiting for my boyfriend to get our drinks and come back. I watched as he ordered our drinks and began to wait for the bar tender to make them. He looked so pretty. I was already a little drunk but I was able to convince Bill that I was just going to have one more drink and then be done. Our hotel was right down the street and we didn’t have any plans for tomorrow, so I figured why not.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see a girl. She looked a little high, and her makeup was so cute and glittery.

“Hey girl! I think this is your wallet.”, she yelled over the loud music, pushing the wallet into my chest, forcing me to take it. Before i could protest, she disappeared into the dancing crowd. I looked around, a little confused. I didn’t even bring my wallet, so it definitely wasn’t mine. I opened it to try and figure out whose it was. I quickly found out why she thought it was my wallet. Where there was supposed to be an I.D, there was a picture of me. I was kinda drunk so I didn’t even process what was happening. I just wondered how this person got a picture of me. I looked through the wallets, only finding some credit cards and a little bit of cash. Then I checked the last little slot and found an I.D. I pulled it out and immediately smiled. It was Bill’s. How could I be so stupid? Of course it was my boyfriend’s. I put the I.D back in and then went to pull out the picture of me to get a closer look. I soon discovered that the picture of me was not just a single picture, there were many. Pictures of me playing guitar, doing my makeup, at the beach, laughing, sleeping, dancing, etc. my heart was so full of love for him. on the back of the photos, he wrote cute little captions and the date.

“sweet girl playing in the sand 6/7”

“sleepy angel 7/10”

“could listen to her laugh on repeat 3/4”

I put all the photos back into the wallet. I couldn’t believe how incredibly sweet my boyfriend was. I wanted to give him all the love in the world because he deserved it. He was genuinely the best thing that ever happened to me. I wanted to hug and kiss him into oblivion. I loved him more than anything, and it felt the absolute best to know he loved me too. I looked up to see him approach me with our drinks and his adorable smile.

“Hey, love, I have our drinks- wait I was looking for that!! I had to use the cash in my pocket for these!”, Bill exclaimed, motioning to his wallet. His smile was so bright and it made me feel all warm inside, knowing someone as beautiful as he was loved me.

“You keep pictures of me in your wallet?”, I questioned. His smile began to fade into an embarrassed look, like I had caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. His cheeks flushed and he looked down at his feet for a second.

“Yea.”

I gently grabbed his jaw and moved his head up to look me in the eyes again. I smiled so he knew that I wasn’t upset for whatever reason he thought I was.

“When did you even take these and print them all?”, i asked, petting his hair and gazing up at him.

“Oh, well, I took them with that digital camera I got for my birthday a couple years ago. And I’ve been taking and printing them for a couple months now, Tom had to teach me how to print them small enough to fit into my wallet. I had to buy special paper so that they would be shiny, y’know?”, he nervously chuckled as he rambled. I looked at him with pure admiration and love.

“Why do you have them?”

“Well, I just like to have pictures of you I guess. I wish you were with me all the time, but obviously you can’t be, so it’s just nice to have little reminders of you that I can take everywhere with me. It’s stupid, I know. When I’m at the studio all day, or when I’m on tour and i dont see you for a couple days, i just miss you a lot so I look at the pictures of you. Its kind of embarrassing that you found them…”, he said, clearly flustered.

“Bill, baby, it’s not stupid or embarrassing at all. It makes me feel so loved and so good to know that you like me enough to keep pictures of me in your wallet because you miss me or wish I was with you. I don’t think you understand how much I absolutely love you, and how badly I want to show you right now.”

A smirk grew on his face, especially at my last sentence.

“Finish your drink and then we are going back fo hotel.”, i said, taking my drink from his hand. I began to drink it, extremely fast. He watched intently, realizing exactly what you wanted to do. Bill chugged his drink too. I looked him up and down as he did so.

I grabbed his hand and lead him out of the club, he followed close behind like a lost puppy.

The cold whipped against our faces as we swiftly walked over to our hotel. We sped walked into the lobby, and despite how fast we were going, Bill still said hello to the old woman who sat behind the check-in desk. That’s just how sweet he was, practically tooth-rotting.

I pulled him into the elevator and pushed the button for our level. I looked over at Bill, who was clearly excited. He was swinging out interlocked hands back and forth, looking anywhere in the elevator but me. As soon as the doors shut, I pushed him against the wall and pulled his face down so our lips could meet. I was pressed up against him, kissing him hard. He squeezed my hand, which was still holding his. I heard the elevator ding so I pulled away. His eyes were full of desire.

I guided him over to our room, holding the door open for him. He mumbled a quiet, “thank you, baby” before stepping in. I was fast to go in too, putting the “do not disturb” sign on the knob before hastily shutting and locking it. I turned over to Bill, who had already kicked his shoes off and was now sitting patiently at the end of the bed.

I took my heels off and began to walk over to him, antagonizingly slow. I watched as his eyes scanned my body, chewing on his bottom lip. I climbed on top of him with each of my legs on the outside of his, straddling him. I put him hands on each side of his jaw and used my thumbs so caress his cheeks.

“you make me feel so good all the time, bill. you’re the most caring person I know. that’s why I want to make tonight about you. I want to take care of you and make you feel good, exactly the way you do for me. Can i do that tonight, please?”, I said softly. He swallowed hard and nodded quickly.

“I need words, baby.”

“Yes, yes please.”, he said in a rushed tone.

“Good.”, i smiled before leaning in and ever so gently kissing him. It was a kiss from pure appreciation. I deepened the kiss, using my hands to pull him closer to me, if that was even possible. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at it ever so slightly. I knew how much he loved it. I began to start slowly grinding myself against him, and in no time, I could feel a tent in his pants start to form. I loved how quickly I could make him hard. He pulled away, breathing hard.

“Please, I- I need you.”, he said in between pants.

I smiled and nodded. I got off of him and started to unbutton his jeans. I grabbed the sides and slowly pulled them down, revealing his black boxers that you could clearly see his erection through. It looked like that was already a little wet spot on them from pre-cum.

“are you excited, sweet boy?”, i cooed.

“yes, please, I need you to touch me.”, he hastily replied.

I pulled them down and watched as his errction sprung up. just the sight of it made me flustered.

I licked a long stripe up the underside of his length and heard him gasp. I decided to stop teasing and began to bob my head up and down on him.

he threw his head back and gripped on the sheets. His chest was rapidly rising and falling as i continued to go down on him. I could tell he was trying to refrain himself from being loud. little noises still managed to escape his throat. he repeated my name over and over again in tiny moans.

I pushed my head all the way down so his tip hit the back of my throat. I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I came up for a breath of air before going back down and deep throating him once again. I felt him start to twitch in your mouth, showing me he was close. I started to swirl my tongue around his tip while my hands took care of the rest of it. his hands got tangled in my hair but he didn’t push my head. I bobbed my head down a couple more times and listened as he whimpered. he kept muttering little praises to me. I knew he was about to finish. He looked a little sweaty on his face.

“ugh- please, keep going, princess. I’m almost there.”

I hummed in response, which just about threw him over the edge. he bucked his hips up into me, craving every last bit of satisfaction he could get. he finished in my mouth and i swallowed. he loved when I did that, said it was the “sexiest thing ever”. he watched as i did, his eyes fixed on my face. i climbed up to him and cupped his face. I kissed him very gently. I pulled away, but our foreheads were still connected. His eyes searched mine, and I could tell that he found whatever he was looking for in them. The little grin on his face told me so.

“i love you.”, he whispered.

“I love you too, Bill.”, i whispered back before giving him another kiss. I pulled back and admired him for a second.

I thought about how everyone deserves someone like Bill. Just not my Bill. I was forever grateful and knew I would be forever in love with my one and only, Bill.

[prettyyoungandbored]

First Date - Dr. James Wilson

Pairing: Dr. James Wilson x Fem!OC

Summary: Takes place during S.1, Ep.20. Before his date with Cameron, House gets advice from both Wilson and his wife.

Warnings: Certain lines are directly from the show so credit goes to the writer. There is also mentions of a panic attack.

A knock on House’s front door drew both House and Wilson’s attention. House made his way over.

“You made her come here?” Wilson asked.

House opened the door to find Odette Wilson standing there. She scrunched her nose, head cocking back.

“At least put in a little more effort and add a tie,” she commented.

House turned to Wilson. “Number Three is here.”

Odette pat his arm as she made her way inside. Wilson sat up on the couch.

“Honey, what’re you doing here?” he asked.

She gave him a peck on the cheek. “House going on a date with Cameron? I’m not missing this.”

She threw off her coat, putting it on the arm of the couch as she took a seat beside Wilson on the couch.

“You told her?” House asked Wilson.

“Cameron told me,” Odette corrected. “She sounded very excited about it.”

“So why aren’t you at her place bothering her?”

“Because I like bothering you. Also, it wouldn’t kill you to get advice from a woman you actually tolerate.”

Wilson turned to House. “She has a point.”

Wilson then laid down, resting his head on his wife’s lap. Her hand carded through his perfect brunette hair, her nails gently scratching his head and easing any leftover tension or stress from work.

She handed him the newspaper lying on the table before picking up a random magazine.

“So, what wisdom can you thrust upon me, Number Three?” House asked as he opened his closet door, which revealed a mirror hung on the back of the door. “Remind me, did Wilson tell you about the wives that came before you on your first date?”

“Funny enough he saved it for the third date,” she recalled. “That said, exes are off the table when it comes to first date conversation.”

“Then what else do we talk about?” he asked as he reached for a red tie.

“Literally anything else,” she said. “It is not that hard.”

Wilson looked up at and noticed House’s tie.

“The wide side’s too short. You’re gonna look like Lou Costello,” he remarked.

Despite his attempts to tie it, he found himself failing.

“This is a mistake. I don’t know how to have casual conversation,” House said.

Odette got up, gently moving Wilson off her lap. She walked over to House and held out her hand.

“Give me the tie,” she said. “I can pre-tie it so all you have to do is just tighten.”

“Do I look like a child to you?” House snapped.

Her hazel eyes glared at him. “Give me the fucking tie, House.”

He rolled his eyes, handing the red fabric to her. As she started to work on the tie, she continued, “House, casual conversations are not that hard. You-.”

House cut her off. “You think you’re talking about one thing, and either you are and it’s incredibly boring, or you’re not because it’s subtext and you need a decoder ring.”

“You sound awfully nervous for a date you say you don’t want to go on,” Odette remarked.

“I’m not nervous. I have been on a date.”

“Not since disco died,” Wilson commented.

Odette snorted as she presented house with the tie. “Put it over your head and tighten it.”

He took it from her and made his way back to the mirror. He put the tie over his head.

Wilson continued. “Comment on her shoes, her earrings, and then move on to D.H.A.”

Odette, leaning on the wall, cracked a smile as House turned to Wilson for clarification.

“Her dreams, hopes, and aspirations. Trust me. Panty peeler.”

House eyed Odette for confirmation. She nodded her head, a slightly embarrassed smile played out on her lips.

“Oh, and if you need condoms, I’ve got some,” Wilson chimed in again. “Got them from a drug rep. They’ve got antibiotics built in, somehow.”

House moved into the kitchen. “I should cancel.”

Wilson and Odette eyed each other before quickly heading into the kitchen together.

“Don’t cancel on her,” Wilson said.

“I’ve got a patient in surgery tomorrow.”

“And if you were a surgeon, that would actually matter.”

Odette then chimed in. “I almost cancelled on Wilson and I’s first date.”

The two men looked at her, stunned by how casually she admitted it.

“You did?” Wilson asked, his face softened.

“Yeah, I had a panic attack about the date and I nearly cancelled,” she said. “I was so terrified and stressed that I would mess it up. I was so attracted to you and I had a history of messing things up on dates. I figured I’d mess up with you and the thought of that killed me. I was at work and I could feel it building up during a session with a client. Once they left I started hyperventilating. The front desk receptionist almost called 911 but the other therapist in the building came in and talked me down. She asked me if I really wanted to cancel and I said ‘no.’ So, I didn’t.”

House rolled his eyes in disgust.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me this?” Wilson asked.

“I figured it didn’t matter,” she said with a shrug. “Besides, it all worked out.”

He threw his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. “It certainly did.”

The sound of the fridge opened drew the couple’s attention back to House who grabbed something out of it. Wilson went to say something when House revealed a corsage in a plastic case.

“This is lame, isn’t it?” House asked, cringing a bit.

Wilson and Odette smiled.

“I think she likes lame,” Wilson esponded.

==========================

As Wilson and Odette watched House speed off on his motorbike, Odette put a hand on Wilson’s back.

“Should we go to the restaurant and spy on House and Cameron?” she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

He squinted, pretending to think for a moment. “I actually have a better idea. Let’s go home and recreate the end of our second date.”

She hummed in delight. “That was fun. Definitely in my top three.”

“Top three of what?”

“Our sex adventures.”

His eyes widened. “You rank them?!”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t do the same thing.”

“Dare I ask what number one is?”

“Our wedding night.”

He grinned at the memory. “That was a great night.” He shoved his hands into his jacket pocket. “If I had told you about my ex wives on our first date, would you have gone on a second date with me?”

She nodded. “I would’ve considered it a bold move. But you also were so open and honest and I appreciated it. Made me feel like you actually wanted to be with me.”

“I’ve wanted to be with you since our first date. Why do you think I was so quick to make that second date?”

She licked her lip and glanced at House’s apartment. “Wanna recreate our second date in House’s bed?”

[truly-a-snitch]

hi!! I just found your blog, and honestly love this already..and I really wanna request! So it is alright if I do? And if I could be called 🧸Anon?

so my request is reader who is super blunt..like will say anything that comes to mind about someone (good or bad) and won’t stop unless pulled away from the scene? And they are super judgmental, doesn’t even try and hide it. Reader will side eye everyone and everything? I was hoping for Dazai, Ranpo, chuuya, and kunikida if that’s alright with you!

reader is so mepilled lowk. hi 🧸 anon !!

WARNINGS: none i dont think :3

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dazai, ranpo, chuuya, and kunikida with a blunt, judgemental s/o

dazai

he thinks its entertaining as hell watching you just speak your mind

like. you straight up have no filter and he loves it

because hes so used to everybody darting around their feelings, acting all nice when he can see in their body language that theyre actually not so cool

but then you came along and you werent like that at all. you just... say what you think. he fucks w that

loves talking shit w you so much. second favorite pasttime other than purposely getting on ppls nerves

unfortunately he does have to pull you away from people, especially because a lot of the people he associates with (or runs into) are. yknow. mafia members.

when its safe to do so, however, he indulges you. he loves to sit with you and just talk about your opinions of other people

over meals especially is his favorite !! he sits next to you on the couch with a takeout container of crab fried rice and listening to you mindlessly bitch about people because they had bad vibes

100% the type to be like nodding along and reacting like "oh shit really ? he said that ? whatd you do. did you hit him with your car ?" ("no") "you should leak his credit card info on reddit"

hes an agent and harbinger of passive chaos what can i say

ranpo

you're literally just like him, if a bit more unfettered. you don't have the same bonds that he does

another fan of your shittalking, he thinks its interesting that you speak your mind !

he loves egging you on especially

ranpo is very similar to dazai in this manner, he likes to lay his head in your lap and play video games while you read the people around you to filth

however where dazai is just sort of There while youre doing it, ranpo actively contributes

he lowk has the best side-eye. like somebody says something sketch and hes just like staring

ranpo cant help but stare at you when ur talking shit which is sort of weird but hes seriously like yes read them to filth honey

he helps you get better at reading people too !!

also he likes that he can get rid of his filter with you and just spitball his thoughts :3 not that he has much of a filter as it is but still

if you get to be too much out in public, he will drag you away from the situation though, if only because hes prioritizing your safety

chuuya

okay. it is very important to remember that chuuya loves you very much.

HOWEVER comma. your little stream of consciousness habit sometimes does grate on him

when it doesn't though. and even when it does actually he does NOT stop you

hes standing there next to you watching the whole situation ready to defend you if somebody tries to get physical (epitome of "say what you want babe i can fight")

he doesnt partake in it himself, but he never stops you. (he supports your rights AND wrongs)

chuuya does like when you talk about dazai though

only if its bad stuff. and only if he gets to talk shit with you

he also has a really good side eye. he doesnt let himself get upset enough to start talking because hes not very good at controlling his volume when he gets mad

if you get yourself in over your head he WILL pick you up and carry you away. no need for his ability either hes goated as we all know

sometimes he does find himself laughing at the things you say. he tries not to. he does. (his laugh is so infectious too)

kunikida

youve seen how he interacts with dazai (or rather how dazai interacts with him)

point is dazai gets on his nerves. we love an annoying bisexual king. you would think he would have a similar attitude towards you but he doesnt !! hes usually on board for your shenanigans

he loves hearing you talk no matter what its about. though he likes when you talk about dazai because its usually how annoying he is

thats usually the only time he joins in to give his two cents

he was a bit taken aback by how blunt you were when you two first met. he probably was already mentally noting which of his relationship ideals you fit and which you didn't (though obviously it doesnt matter now because youre dating him lmao)

you can take the man out of the teaching position but u cannot take the teaching position out of the man when i tell u he LOVES hearing gossip coupled with opinions on said info

plus he gets to hear your ramblings whenever you two are together

the bluntness and lack of filter does catch him off guard on occasion like you say something and he goes PAUSE ?

other than that he likes listening to what you think of HIM because you dont hesitate to point out unhealthy coping mechanisms in him before he accidentally turns them into habits

(plus its a confidence booster when you tell him the things you like)

[shaanks]

Hii! How are you? I wanted to ask if you could share some of your personal headcanons about shanks, i love that man soo much and i feel that i found my people on your blog

Awwww man hello!!! M8 first and foremost thank you so much for this message, this is gonna sustain me for literally ever probably. I love Shanks so dearly too, he's so easy to adore it's crazy ; u ; I'm so honored that you feel like you've found community here I'm just rambling about him and reblogging people that do words better than I do ; uuuuu ;

Here are some thoughts!!! They're not in any like particular order, just me tryin to retrieve something actually coherent out of the centrifuge I have him in in my mind lmfaoooo. I'm gonna put it under a readmore after the second one bc it got a lil long.

I think this one is pretty popular but it's also really important to me, but I do think that man is the sweetest, sappiest loverboy to ever be. He's so affectionate and indulgent and if he's in love with you, he's all-in 1000000% in love with you, really revels in everything you are separately and everything you've made together.

I think he's really, REALLY good at things. Cards, guitar before he lost his arm, honestly I think he is gifted and burdened with being able to pick up and become proficient with anything he takes any great interest in. That's fun for him to a degree, and would have made childhood REALLY fun, but he's sort of learned that it's hard to have fun with people and enjoy card games and whatnot if he wins every time and dominates the board. So he kicks his feet back and cheats casually and poorly at cards and plays slight of hand tricks and acts like a dork because he WANTS to have fun with his crew and his friends and the people he cares for. He's come to value losing for a joke and a laugh over winning just for the sake of it.

I think he pays a lot more attention to things than he gets credit for, and is a lot more emotionally aware and intelligent than he gives the impression of being. Part of how Shanks operates is in this kind of carefree ambient role, even in situations he feels a great deal of investment in. He'll stand back, and act silly, and play a little scatterbrained and flighty because it's a lot safer for everyone if that's how he acts. Plus, I think he's had to spend so much time sublimating his own personal wants and needs that he sort of lets situations dictate how much of his real feelings and vulnerabilities get involved. There's just too much at stake to act without careful consideration and responsibility, at least that's how he seems to me.

I think he's pretty decently well-read, though I think this one's pretty against the grain for popular fanon with him lmfao. He's a Yonko, and he's chosen the like kingmaker/steward/diplomat route as such. He has to travel around, he diffuses situations, he has to be able to communicate with people and understand the situations he's walking into, so like. I do think he has some understanding of philosophy and history (given his travels with Roger probably to a degree that'd likely be forbidden if it was well-known about), I think he knows several languages, I think he's able to keep conversation and find common ground through things like music and literature and things like that.

Steering back into less like somber-serious waters I also think he's soooooooooooooooooooo clingy (affectionate). Definitely with his significant other but platonically too, I think he drapes his lanky body all over people and rolls around and lays in laps and wants scritches, he's very affectionate and he loves affection in return!!!

Okay I'm gonna stop here for now, I could ramble about that man for literally ever. I have no idea if this is what you were asking for but if not, lemme know and I can answer from a different direction!!

[trekkiedean]

the thing about cas's arc in the first half of s9 is that it's a prime example of why I cannot look at this show through a purely watsonian lens. there is no way to make it make sense except bad writing. and "idk it was bad writing" is a copout with most shows, and can very much be a copout with this show, depending on how selectively you apply it. but also, with spn, not only is the writing bad, but the show is SO hyperaware of itself as a story that I have a lot of trouble ignoring the doylist factors, the way I would at least try to in another show.

like, I have a ton of logistic/plot questions about the whole early-s9 situation, because the basic facts just don't really make sense from 9x03 to 9x06 to 9x09. but more than that, I feel like any purely watsonian explanation requires me to either throw out a lot of dean's past characterization (I can be pretty hashtag deancrit, but I do think it's ooc for him to kick cas out with absolutely nothing) or a lot of cas's future characterization (I think cas's takeaway was that dean does not care enough about him to help him unless it will serve some larger purpose of dean's to do so, and I think that informs a lot of cas's future behavior). like, the potential watsonian explanations are:

dean offered cas some supplies/cash/a fake id, and cas was just too proud/hurt/stupid to accept

dean offered cas some supplies/cash/a fake id, and cas took them, but he was too proud/hurt to keep them or too stupid to keep them safe/use them wisely

dean is a complete sociopath who doesn't give a shit about cas and kicked him out with literally nothing but the clothes on his back, and cas's self-esteem is so low that he thinks it was okay

dean is too stupid to even realize that cas might need supplies/money/resources

and I don't find any of those explanations satisfying, because there are things in other episodes that undercut or refute all of them: if dean genuinely just doesn't give a shit about cas, why did he bother trying to find him in 9x03 in the first place, or care when april killed him and get gadreel to bring him back? if dean didn't give him anything in the way of money/supplies, then how did cas get from kansas to idaho, or get a job with no papers or bank account? but if dean did give him cash/the magic credit card and fake identity papers, then why did cas need the job in the first place and/or why is he sleeping in the back room? and if he didn't, if cas is truly in such a dangerously precarious situation in 9x06 because he has nothing else, then how, in 9x09, does he have a fairly nice, well-fitting suit and presumably a fake badge and a car? if dean gave him some money to begin with, and cas is just clueless with money and blew it all, then how did he get savvy enough, between 9x03 and 9x09, to acquire all of those things himself? if dean gave him money and/or the suit, badge, and car to begin with, but cas was too proud and hurt to make use of them, what changed his mind? if he has those things in 9x09 because dean helped him after 9x06 and either gave them to him or gave him the means/money to get them, then why wouldn't dean have just done that in the first place? if dean didn't help him at all, despite knowing what a dangerous situation cas was in before they found him in 9x03, then why does dean approach cas in 9x06 like he expects any reaction but completely justified anger and hurt, and treat cas's new job like it's a silly little thing cas is doing for funsies rather than his best chance at survival? but then, why is cas treating the whole thing like it was no big deal in 9x09?

meanwhile, the doylist explanations are:

the episodes in question were written by privileged white people who have no idea what actual poverty and homelessness entail, and didn't care enough to do some basic research (or even like, ask the cast member who'd actually experienced serious poverty and homelessness for some input)

there was little to no coordination among the writers to ensure story or emotional continuity across episodes (if you told me berens and buckleming just didn't read each others' scripts or watch each others' episodes I would 100% believe you)

they didn't want to pay misha for enough episodes to show us what the fuck was going on with cas in the 9x03-9x09 span, let alone have him kicking around the bunker

and also possibly

everyone knew that if cas was kicking around the bunker, and they put him in the standard hunter uniform, dean's spirit would fully possess jackles and derail every scene by flinging him mouth-first onto misha's dick

and all of those make a lot more sense to me than any purely watsonian explanation is ever going to. and again, I do think that shrugging and saying "bad writing" can be a copout, and with other shows, I would make more of an effort to at least try and find a satisfying watsonian explanation, but spn is not only badly-written, but self-aware, even self-obsessed, in a way that other shows are not, so it's a lot harder for me to just disregard the non-diagetic factors. so I do tend to think that if you choose a watsonian explanation for the whole thing, it can be kind of a rorschach test, because you basically have to decide which character's development to prioritize, dean's or cas's.

[urfavsimpingfanficwriter]

“Until we Meet Again”- Spencer Reidx fem!Reader

Requests are open again!

Unsub! Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

WARNINGS: kinda a lot of build-up, 18+, Smut, Mentions of Blood, Violence, Mentions of Weapons(Guns, Knives, etc.), Canon-Typical Violence, Knife Kink, Oral (fem receiving), Kidnapping, Slight Non-Con (if you squint), Pet Names (Baby, Angel, Princess), mentions of rape/murder/pedophilia, slight angst, not proof-read

If I forgot anything above please let me know!!

Summary: Spencer Reid, one of the BAU’s most prized agents, is on a killing spree. He is killing people who he deems are “bad people”. You can’t exactly say he is wrong, however, as he is killing pedophiles, rapists, and murderers who otherwise would walk. Nevertheless, you and the rest of the team are finally catching up to him, and he is not happy.

The team stepped off the plane, the cool Chicago air chilling your skin. Emily had made a connection at the last murder site that linked Spencer to a hotel on Michigan Ave. in Chicago. You had a sneaking suspicion that this was a trap, or that Spencer had somehow planned for Emily, or anyone for that matter, to find the connection. It wasn’t a difficult one to make, as he always used the victim’s credit cards to buy something, this time it just happened to be a hotel room, a suit at the Warwick Allerton Hotel. The last victim was a rapist. He had videos in his apartment of multiple young girls, and photobooks of even more children of all genders. Reid had castrated him with a steak knife, slitting his throat afterward. 

The team walked over to the black unmarked SUVs and got in, heading to the Chicago Police Department to prep the officers on the profile, and how you are planning to take him down. You also needed to make sure the police stay out of the way, as you can’t let him slip away yet again. 

When you got to the Department, at least fifteen officers were waiting for instructions. The officers quieted down as you headed toward the room’s front. 

“Alright, we don’t have much time, so we are going to have to make this quick,” Rossi started in his usual serious tone, “Spencer Reid is an ex-profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. He is above intelligent. He is a literal genius, which means he is most likely already three steps ahead of whatever we do. This means we need to be extra cautious when making an arrest, or even attempting to come into contact with him.”

Emily jumped in then, “Spencer is what we call a vigilante. He believes that this is the only way for justice to be served. So far, his victims have been murderers, rapists, and pedophiles, all that have flown under the radar, or were found ‘not guilty’ when brought to trial. He personally believes that the FBI and police aren’t doing enough to help bring people to justice, and by trying to stop him we are proving that we don’t want justice. We are his number one enemy, and he will do anything to stop us.”

“The main thing you need to remember is that he will not refrain from harming or killing an officer or agent. He is a vigilante and wants justice. He will stop at nothing to get it, not even at killing innocent people,” Tara said.

You spoke up then, “If we let him get away now, it may take months, or even years to catch him again. Make no mistakes, and don’t make any moves without referencing an agent or superior first.”

As the team began to suit up, putting on the heavy bulletproof vests and earpieces, Penelope sorted through the hotel registry to see which floor and room number Spencer was, hopefully, located in. 

Penelope spoke, “He is on floor 42, and in room 432. Ooh, go, Reid, it’s a Suite.”

At once, one of the police department’s phones rang. An officer picked it up, and you could see as his face went pale, and terrified eyes darted to your team, pleading for assistance. You quickly sped over to him, grabbed the phone from his hand, and waited.

“Hello Y/N. I can’t wait to see you again. You will be coming to see me, yes?” Spencer’s voice, rough through the receiver, sang to your ears.

You spoke loudly, hoping to get your team’s attention, “Hi, Spence. I think you know the answer to that question, yes?”

Spencer hummed amusingly through the phone, and you swore you could hear his smirk. “Trying to alert the team, Princess? Don’t be stupid. I don’t want to hurt any of you, but I will, okay? Put Rossi on the phone, tell him it’s about Joy.”

You did so, Rossi’s face dropping, guilt flooding your veins for worrying the man.

A few moments later, he hung up the phone.

“We will be sending in agent Y/L/N alone first. This will give us more time to set up a cohesive plan and will make sure Reid stays where we want him,” Rossi said, looking directly at you.

JJ spoke up,” That is insane. We can’t send her in alone like that! He could kill her.”

“He directly said no agents or officers will be harmed, and he will go peacefully if we allow him to speak with her alone, no bugs, no wires, no cameras,” Rossi said, still staring at you as if asking for permission.

A million thoughts raced through your mind as your heart pounded. Obviously, the most logical thing was to think that Reid either wanted to negotiate or kill you, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted more. Before Spencer became an Unsub, you had a small thing for him, and you felt there had always been tension, but nothing ever came of it. What if- You stopped yourself. This was a murderer. This wasn’t the Spencer you once knew. He wasn’t a friend or an innocent crush anymore. He was a criminal.

You nodded towards Rossi, indicating you would accept the insane offer to be with Reid alone. 

About an hour later, after being thoroughly briefed by Rossi and the rest of the team, you were standing outside of Reid’s hotel room. Thoughts of doubt and worry flooded your mind. Anxiety coursed through your blood. 

You knocked on the door. 

Footsteps could be heard on the other side of the door. 

The lock on the door unhooked with a clink of metal against metal, and the door opened with a slight creak.

The man you had trusted with your life for so many years appeared behind the door with a small smile and softly said, “Hey, Y/N. Long time no see, huh?”

Emotions flooded through you. A mix of betrayal, sadness, hope, fear, and happiness jumbled around in your brain. You didn’t even think about what you were doing before you launched yourself forward, tears filling your eyes as you hugged him.

Spencer let out a quiet giggle and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you inside the hotel room and closed the door with his foot, only pulling away from you because he needed to lock the door.

You pulled yourself together, wiping your tears with the back of your hand as you remembered why you were here in the first place.

“You know, I kind of thought you would be angry with me, but I guess not,” Spencer voiced, a smirk barely visible on his face.

You scoffed, “Angry? Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it, Reid. You have killed people. Killed them. That doesn’t make me angry. That makes me hate you. That makes me feel devastated. You were my friend! You betrayed me the moment you killed the first victim. You-” 

You were cut off as Spencer kissed your lips softly at first, then more harshly as he began to push you up against the door. You were caught off guard, unable to immediately react, giving him time to pin your arms to your sides, and force your legs to the door, making you unable to move.

You struggled as you came to your senses, shaking your head, and causing him to stop kissing you. He looked down at you with a look that made a chill run down your spine. 

“Princess, we don’t have much time before our agent friends break down this door, so can we skip the act and just admit you want this? That you want me?” Spencer said in a condescending tone.

“I- I don’t. Get off of me, Spence. Now,“ You muttered, not believing the words leaving your mouth. 

You did want this. You wanted Spencer to kiss you, to use his long, slender fingers to make you feel amazing.

Spencer let you go, “Fine, I can wait. You think I didn’t know how you would stare at me while we were on the plane? How you would tell Derek and Emily how much you adored me? How cute you thought I was? Do you really think I’m oblivious Y/N? I know what you want me to do to you right now. You want me to show you what I’ve learned since you saw me last, correct?”

You nodded your head yes, hating the way he could make you crumble in an instant.

In a blur Spencer grabbed you by the waist, his eyes never leaving yours, and shoved you onto the neat hotel bed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, looking at you with hunger in his eyes. You were frozen in place, unable to think clearly. You knew that your team would be horrified to know what you were doing, but on the other hand, you had been waiting years for this. You had shoved down your stupid little crush for years, and he was finally reciprocating your feelings. Why would you turn him down? It isn’t like he was a rapist or child molester. As far as you were concerned, he was doing everyone a favor. 

Spencer spoke, pulling you out of your conflicting thoughts, “Strip. Now.”

You were somewhat surprised at his commanding tone. He had never been like this until after Mexico. Until he “went bad” as Rossi used to say.

It wasn’t until he huffed and started to undo the button on your jeans that you even comprehended what he had said.

“Can’t do anything by yourself, can you, princess?” Spencer grumbled, slightly smirking.

He undid the button, and unzipped your jeans, yanking them off of you and throwing them across the room. Next, he decided to start to take off your shirt. You lifted your arms so he could take them off, and left you in your bra and panties. 

Suddenly, you realized just how exposed you were, and how absolutely stupid this was. Did you crave his touch? Absolutely you did, but he was a criminal, and you had absolutely no idea what he was capable of.

Spencer must have noticed how you felt, as he dropped his dominant façade and reached out to cup your cheek, his soft hand caressing your face. 

“You don’t have to do this, Y/N. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, okay?” Spencer softly spoke.

This confirmed it. You wanted him. As you just saw, the “old Spencer” was still in there, and he would never hurt you. You wanted him.

You grabbed his face, pulling him to your lips, kissing him. His tongue toyed at your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You parted your lips just enough for his tongue to enter, his hands lowering to grab at your hips. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, slightly tugging at the curls. He whimpered slightly. Definitely still Spencer.

He broke the kiss, leaning backward to unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, revealing his long, and painfully hard member. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at your reaction. 

He quickly took off your bra and ripped off your panties, throwing them both over his shoulder onto the hotel floor. He spread your legs with his hands and lined himself up with your wet entrance. He pushed himself in all the way, not giving you enough time to adjust before beginning to thrust at an even pace. You both let out a loud moan. The pain slowly subsided into pure pleasure, and Spencer let out small grunts as he thrusted into you faster.

“Spence! Yes!” You moaned out, pleasure overtaking all of your other senses. 

The only other sound besides your moaning was the sound of skin-on-skin contact, and the wet sounds you made as Spencer pounded into you.

“I’m so close, angel. Come on baby, come with me,” Spencer grunted out, his thrusts getting sloppy. 

Your core tightened as his seed spilled into you, causing you to see stars. You both moaned loudly, pleasure overtaking both of you.

Spencer slowly pulled out of you, his hair sticking to his face, panting. His cum started to leak out of you, and he quickly took two fingers and pushed it back into you, causing you to become a whimpering mess. 

He chuckled, and pulled up his pants, buttoning them and zipping them back up. He quickly went around and gathered your clothes that were strewn around the room. He came back and started to redress you. You tried to push him off, wanting to sleep, but he continued.

“Sweetheart, I need you to be dressed, okay. The team will bust in here soon, and I can’t have you all fucked-out, alright?” Spencer sweetly spoke. 

You nodded in agreement, and “helped” him dress you. 

When you were dressed, Spencer grabbed his bag, taking out a knife. Your heart dropped, and quickly came back to life, your mind clearing completely.

“Spence? What are you doing?” Fear leaked out of your voice.

Spencer spoke in a condescending voice as he walked over to you, “Princess, I’m escaping. I’d love to see everyone, but that just isn’t possible. I really, really like you, so I’m not going to kill you, but this might sting.”

You whimpered, backing up until your back hits the headboard. Tears started to fill your eyes, and all of your BAU training went out the window.

“Shh, I can’t just walk out of here, leaving you unharmed. If I did that, you would end up having a lot of questions aimed at you, Y/L/N. So, if you really think about it, this is in your best interest,” Spencer spoke, looming over you.

He smiled and pushed your hair out of your face, plunging the knife into your stomach. You cried out, tears falling down your cheeks now. He kissed your forehead before slightly twisting the knife, causing a sharp pain to flood through your abdomen. He slipped the knife out of you and wiped it onto the bed sheets before throwing it into his duffel bag.

“Hopefully we’ll see each other again, but for now, goodbye,” Spencer said, walking out of the door to the room, leaving you to, hopefully not, bleed out on the bed.

A few minutes go by of you trying to get to the door, continually falling to the ground, staining the ground with your blood. Your vision starts to go blurry, and before you pass out, you see your team kick down the door and run to you.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i (24M) stopped paying for groceries for my disabled aunt(62F)?

for reference, I live with my elderly aunt in a house my parents are leaving me. she needed a place to stay outside of her home city that wasn't loud or full of crazy family, and i need a place to stay while i work part time and try to work my way through this codecamp, so my mom offered it to us provided i pay for rent and bills. i give up 2/3rds my monthly paycheck for rent and bills my meds, therapy, paying off loans, lawncare, some help with the groceries, transportation, with some left over for savings. my aunt is on fixed income and pays for her medical bills, rent, bills, meds, insurance and such. she also sends a fair amount of money to her adult son.

the thing is, my dog has been really sick lately. she's an old dog, and we just found out she developed arthritis in her back. the vet bills aren't cheap, but she still has a lot of life in her, and it isn't bad enough to where she needs to be put down. they also cut my hours at work (i work part-time so i can try and focus on class, which... doesn't always help, with the adhd) so i've been getting paid less these last few months. over the last few months though, i've also been trying to help a little more with the groceries, since the prices of meat have been going up.

the thing is, i literally do not have the money to pay for groceries this month. my dog has been getting sicker and ive been stressed between class and my declining work hours, and my aunt is asking me when i'm going grocery shopping. i just don't have the money, and she seems understanding, but then i learn from my mom that while we're both struggling here my aunt's son is living outside his means, partying and spending money on cars and cheating on his girlfriend. and my aunt is still sending him money.

we still have some food in the house, so it's not like we're starving- we just don't have as much meat as my aunt would like. but i can't pay that right now, because i literally have nothing rn and even though i get paid friday, most of that's going for rent, so i'll barely have anything. I need to at least save up a little this month so i can try and pay off my credit card too...

so WIBTA if i just told my aunt i'm not paying for groceries this month?

What are these acronyms?

[crguang]

I feel like there’s a lot of sacrificing for a joke in hsr, which is definitely annoying especially when it just…doesn’t make sense, tonally and just logically. And I really do wish we found out more abt the TB, and I would’ve like even like a tidbit from firefly since we talk to her sm, we even play as her at the end. Or maybe get an offhand mention abt how she’s not supposed to tell us bc of the script or smth . I def agree w you, I cannot take the ipc seriously, bc there’s all this stuff abt how they’re doing stuff for their own benefit and profit but idk the stuff w the stellaron hunters and them is just so goofy, like it doesn’t make any sense.

ok so, I was looking thru ur blog and I realized I sent a message abt two-ish weeks ago, tumblr probably ate it smh. I was just saying how it was silly that Kafka’s wanted poster literally says she likes coats on it, and her bounty, like that’s it. Shes so sjsjshbsbddbbewv. And I also came up with another fic idea, like Kafka in an idol/band AU, but also I think her being an actor w the other stellaron hunters would be funny. But yk if I ever get around to writing anything instead of Kafka just living in my brain, who would she be in a band with, I was think abt using some of the characters from the animated before the show starts thing, but the instruments just don’t go together. Also I think I need to work on writing Kafka in general, bc she’s so complicated and it’s fun but I also overthink things too much.

And the leaks were unfortunately right abt 4 characters on one side. I’m not as devastated as you ofc, but hopefully I win my 50/50. Hjskalskskskndn I will cry if I loose.

also, no need to apologize for ranting, your rants always make more sense than mine, and I really enjoy your thoughts. -🌠

i agree with you 100%!!! missed opportunity with firefly and the tb reconnecting it could have been so nice. and omg i think i read that ask, it sounds familiar but i have so many (most are really old reqs, the recent ones are the event reqs i keep to answer eventually) and sometimes things get lost or i’ll click on the notification, answer in my head, then go do something else and forget to actually post my reply, im sorry😭😭 but YES i was thinking of kafka’s description in the game and while i know its the objective writing of the game and not the ipc, i find it funny to believe that whoever was in charge of her wanted notice thought she was hot as fuck because “dashing” and “beauty” in the same sentence is crazy work. her bounty is even funnier bc im wondering how they found out that she loved coats like😭 did she steal a bunch (she did), are they rlly monitoring her credit card and seeing all the purchases of expensive coats, is she always found in a store— what is it?!

actor au stellaron hunters would be really fun… you could also just put then in a band together for the idol/band au because i do think they’re the people who understand her best. the thought of kafka and jingliu practicing together is so funny because jingliu would hate that woman like GDJFBFNG her arrogance would have liu clenching that instrument so tight

i dont think you should worry about overthinking when it comes to writing, it can be a weakness because then you focus too much on details and forget the big picture, but personally i also think j too much into things when i write characters like kafka especially. when every genuine emotion is in the twitch of a finger, there’s kinda no choice lol

“im not as devastated as you” is killing me but its true… im the biggest victim of this banner system bc if i dont get my swanie i’ll @)&$(&)@)£<£#%. i hope u win the 50/50, unless i lose mine in which case i hope everyone else also loses <3

[queen-scribbles]

taris agent story mention trap card activated; I'm REAL curious to know how arkady is feeling about how everything goes on taris? a couple credits for his (preliminary at least) thoughts?

Well, first off, he's extremely wary of Lokin. He clocked how dangerous the Affable Unassuming Old Man is within second, just didn't figure out the "can transform into a rakghoul (almost) at will" part. (But really, who expects something like that?)

He hates Taris as an environment. Arkady is a city boy. He was born and raised on Ziost. Sure there was training for different terrain, but that doesn't mean he enjoys it. xD He does not like trekking through swamps and dodging cityscape debris and mud and predators and this is so much worse than the Dromund Kaas jungles.

He's... a bit of a mess mentally for a bunch of reasons, not the least of which is the brainwashing reveal. I think that hit him even harder than it did Ody and it flipped her world upside down. He tried to blame it on the Sith, but couldn't ignore the reality of even if they asked for it, Keeper(the First) complied. He hates so much that it proves Watcher X right. Oh, my gosh, he's so grumpy about that. But he's still sorting through it all--Imperial Intelligence brainwashed him, Republic SIS found out how to control him using it, he's supposed to infiltrate and destroy this cell but does he really want to do that? These seem like good people, who are doing what they have to to protect their people, and really, how different are they from him?

(and floating in the background of it all is Watcher Two's voice saying high Imperial citizen casualties from the Eradicators are acceptable if it lets them stop Jadus. Even having joined Intelligence more to get away from home than anything it bothers him that she's ready to make that sacrifice so easily. First crack in his resolve.)

Chance is easy to work with; trusts him to do the job and seems to accept he's working on it even with complications. (Arkady spends half of Taris fighting the urge to ask how long Chance as been an agent bc he's way more trusting than any other spy he's met. >.>) Ardun's reaction to/commentary on Ki Sazen is what makes Arkady suspect the man's a Jedi himself; it sounds like way too personal an issue. Does make him smirk a little the Jedi seem to have the same issues as the Sith with rogue members and the like.

All of my agents are what might seem too forgiving of Ardun and Chance using the keyword and even if he's not questioning as much as, say, Jaaide or Ody, Arkady's no exception. In fact, I think he's bothered by it almost the least(might be tied with Ody), bc with his ruthlessly pragmatic streak he would do the same as Ardun without hesitation. (He wouldn't even be sorry; this is a war and protecting your assets comes first) (Besides, there's that slave you inject with what's basically the prototype serum for the Castellan Restraints back on DK, so it'd be massively hypocritical bc he DID do the exact same thing)

Him saving Chance instead of letting him die is the second crack in his loyalty. He should be "eliminating the enemy" and this is literally the perfect cover; he wouldn't even have to do anything, his inaction would be enough. Just let Chance succumb to his wounds. But he doesn't. Bc he's not a bad person, and pragmatically speaking, helping Chance will further ingratiate him with the team.

By the time he actually confronts Ki Sazen, he's pretty thoroughly convinced she's crazy. Also acting like a petulant child who ran away from home bc she didn't get her way. He killed her, bc there's no way Arkady is going to suggest someone join the Sith, and he wouldn't think she has the temperament for spy work so SIS is out too. (Also that line about "You were a savior. Now you're a martyr" is a banger)

I don't think he'd completely sorted through all his thoughts and emotions about his, uh, circumstances by the time he left Taris. He definitely dislikes the Sith even more now(haha can't wait til he romances Lana and has to Rethink Biases), he picked up a new nexu pet who will love him no matter what his decisions, and he's further embedded himself with Kothe's team, which he tells himself is good bc it'll let him do his job better. Not bc he's actually starting to like most of them. >:3

[seijorhi]

Hey rhi….. words can’t express how much I loved your new tsumu fic. Throughout the entire fic it kept reminding me of twilight 🫣, which I absolutely love cause I fucking love the twilight series. The whole werewolf vibe was giving Jacob black all you needed was the vampires lol (although there are still quite a few differences from the fic and twilight, but for some strange reason my mind thought of twilight 🥲 alright I’ll stop geeking about twilight now).

I was genuinely surprised when you mentioned that tsumu had no bleach in his hair cuz like you expect him to have his hair blonde but I’m pretty sure the color of his hair is the least of his worries. It does make me a bit sad though finding how he was on his way to the youth team and possibly even going pro but he can’t because he got turned into a werewolf (even though he’s evil and also fucks up the readers life as well, it’s makes me sad that the both of them can never go back to the life they once had). I’m also sad that mako is going to have such a gruesome end, truly devastating. And the fact that tsumu and the reader eats people had me very much like HUUHHH 😟😳😀🤨⁉️ for some reason it had NEVER crossed my mind what a werewolves diet consisted of lol. Overall though, I really enjoyed your fic, like I said before ,anything with either one of the twins (or even the both of them) is already my favorite.

And just like always I have a couple of questions, remember you don’t have to feel obligated to answer any or all of them I’m perfectly content even if you so much as just read this message 🩵

so let’s begin….

How did tsumu get attacked, like where was he?

Was he a target of interest or just a completely random victim of opportunity?

What was going through his mind the moment of said attack and while he was undergoing the painful transformation?

Does tsumu live in the wild,( since you mentioned that he had stolen the clothes from the first unnamed guy, and he didn’t have a credit card), or does he move from place to place?

Is he contact with Samu and his family but just leaves them completely in the dark about everything he does and pretends that everything is fine (but it’s not cause he’s literally a fucking werewolf 🧍🏻‍♀️) or is it no contact whatsoever, like they don’t even see him face to face anymore let alone a FaceTime call or even a text message?

Do you think if samu were to find out about tsumu being a werewolf (whether he finds out himself or tsumu tells him) would be repulsed or understanding and would want to become one as well?

This is sort of a continuation of the last question but would tsumu ever tell his family or samu or would he never say anything in order to protect them?

After his attack did he go back home or did he just drop off the face of the earth?

Were him and samu annoying the reader or was tsumu the only one annoying the reader while his brother was aware of everything?

Maybe I’m blind or dumb but when did tsumu bite the reader because you mentioned that he didn’t get the chance to bite her while they were in high school and that he bit her the first night he stayed at the cabin… so like did he bite her in her sleep 😀?

Did the reader know that tsumu was the wolf that attacked her or did she think it was an actual wolf?

Was there feelings of resentment about becoming a werewolf or did he take it in stride? (You see me personally, I’m more of a vampire girl)

Had he been keeping track of the reader the whole time they were apart or had he finally found her again and decided to take the opportunity?

These are all the questions I can think of at the moment but rest assured I’ll be back if I have more. Also sorry there’s a bit more questions than last time but curiosity got the best of me 😓. Thank you so much if you actually made it all the way down here and if you actually answer any of these questions 🌬️. Your miya fics are always a nice little gift. Hands down, an amazing fic, I will definitely be rereading it. Love you and your fics so much rhi, keep up the good work babe 🫶🏼.

- that one long ‘means to an end’ ask nonnie 🌬️☁️

nonnie i take it back, i am no longer smooching ur forehead. i am coming to kiss you directly on the mouth. ily <33

alright, let's tackle these questions:

How did tsumu get attacked, like where was he? Was he a target of interest or just a completely random victim of opportunity?

out on a run through the woods, on the same track he'd run a thousand times. definitely a victim of opportunity

What was going through his mind the moment of said attack and while he was undergoing the painful transformation?

similar kind of to the reader – the same fucked up sort of hallucinating trip, filled with unimaginable pain. the difference is he had someone there to talk him through it and explain what was happening

Does tsumu live in the wild,( since you mentioned that he had stolen the clothes from the first unnamed guy, and he didn’t have a credit card), or does he move from place to place?

he can and he has before, but he prefers to take his opportunities where they come up. plenty of vacant (or easily vacated) properties and places to crash and clean up. but he does move around a lot too, staying in one place for too long draws too much attention

Is he contact with Samu and his family but just leaves them completely in the dark about everything he does and pretends that everything is fine (but it’s not cause he’s literally a fucking werewolf 🧍🏻‍♀️) or is it no contact whatsoever, like they don’t even see him face to face anymore let alone a FaceTime call or even a text message?

his family, for the most part, is in the dark, there's very little if any contact. going back, seeing them – it's like an open wound. if you asked his parents they'd say it was drugs or something like that that stole their son from them. samu doesn't know the full truth – but he know it's not drugs that changed him. i kind of have this mini headcanon that samu's the one who sees the blood he missed cleaning off him, maybe he saw him stumble in one night, wide eyed and horrified but what he'd done. he knows enough not to ask.

Do you think if samu were to find out about tsumu being a werewolf (whether he finds out himself or tsumu tells him) would be repulsed or understanding and would want to become one as well?

sort of like i said above, he's got an inkling that whatever tsumu is, it ain't human. he'll always love his brother, always be on his side when it counts. as to whether he'd want to become one too... yeah. not because he thinks it's cool or he wants to be strong and powerful and live a longer life – no, he'd go into it knowing he'd lose his humanity. he's glimpsed the ugliness of it, the brutality, but at the end of the day it kills him that tsumu's going through it alone.

This is sort of a continuation of the last question but would tsumu ever tell his family or samu or would he never say anything in order to protect them?

not to protect them out of any like secret werewolf code or anything, but he'd keep his silence and his distance to protect them from the grim truth.

After his attack did he go back home or did he just drop off the face of the earth?

he was back home for a very short period and quickly realised that he couldn't just slip back into his old life. he's fundamentally changed. there is no going back.

Were him and samu annoying the reader or was tsumu the only one annoying the reader while his brother was aware of everything?

just tsumu, though samu was definitely aware of it

Maybe I’m blind or dumb but when did tsumu bite the reader because you mentioned that he didn’t get the chance to bite her while they were in high school and that he bit her the first night he stayed at the cabin… so like did he bite her in her sleep 😀?

answered that one here

Did the reader know that tsumu was the wolf that attacked her or did she think it was an actual wolf?

she knew it was a wolf-ish creature, but definitely not a wolf. she had no idea it was atsumu though

Was there feelings of resentment about becoming a werewolf or did he take it in stride? (You see me personally, I’m more of a vampire girl)

he might've been an asshole, and by the time he meets up with the reader again he's learned to accept and embrace the monster that he is, but there's a big leap between being an arrogant, obsessive bastard and being something inhuman.

his whole life was ripped away from him. he was forced to leave his family – osamu – behind. he actually ends up killing the one who turned him, partially out of anger for interrupting his attack on the reader and stopping him from getting a chance to bite her, but also out of resentment.

Had he been keeping track of the reader the whole time they were apart or had he finally found her again and decided to take the opportunity?

he lost her and spent years trying to track her down again, it was simply bad luck (on her part) that he managed to find her.

[twisted-in-underland]

“I would steer clear of Crystalline if I were you. Unless you have a death wish that is.”

Unique Magic:

Fleeting memories - Roma’s unique magic is a memory erasure type spell. This spell allows Roma to summon a black and white dragonfly which can erase a targets memories by circling the targets head. The sting from the dragonfly is said to be painless, though seems to drain the targets energy, leading them to fall to the ground. They will not remember anything since they woke up that day, and the memories are gone forever. If stung enough times a target may loose vital memories such as their sense of self or even their name. Roma, however, has never utilised his magic to this extent since he would run the risk of overblot.

All credit for the og sprite belongs to the Twisted Wonderland team and Yana Toboso! The info template belongs to @unfinished-projects-galore here on tumblr!

(More info under the cut)

As promised here is my updated Roma sprite sheet! Ngl I literally just traced over my original sprite with a different brush just so it looked cleaner. I also made the gold trim more vibrant; Roma may not like bright colours but his uniform is still the standard for all students.

When I originally did this sprite I used Vil’s school uniform sprite as my base.

Same as Yuri, you can find Roma’s original concept/info here, but I here are some other fun facts about him!

He is 17 years old and uses They/He pronouns. He’s a second year Pomefiore student

The symbol on his coffin card is a dragonfly

His hairstyle is inspired by Yor’s from Spy x Family. I imagine his hair when down is at about his lower back.

Roma is the “Twisted” version of Princess Ivy from Sofia the First

They really enjoy gardening as it was their mothers favourite pass time

Roma never met their mother, she died when they were a baby.

Roma has one older brother, Albedo, whom he’s not super close with. Albedo was the favourited son, leading Roma to feel neglected and under appreciated.

Due to their father’s favouritism, Roma holds a lot of resentment towards both his father and brother. However, a lot of the resentment towards Albedo is more out of jealousy.

After meeting and befriending Yuri, Roma is very slowly beginning to repair his relationship with his brother.

When Roma first visited Ramshackle for the first time he was “shocked and disgusted” by the state of the dormitory.

He was more shocked that Crowley thought this was an acceptable living space than anything Yuri did given Yuri has been cleaning up the dorm themself.

The first thing Roma did was give Yuri a new set of bedding for the dorm

Roma claims the first favour he has ever asked of Albedo was to send over some bedding from their manor. He would have snagged some from Pomefiore, but I imagine Vil keeps a close count of dorm supplies.

Roma is a pretty observant guy who I imagine would be really good at tutoring others. He’d likely be able to tell what teaching style works best for each individual and go from there.

I also like to imagine that Roma is more effective in teaching Epel etiquette and table manners because he’s a bit more patient and less strict than Vil.

Roma holds a lot of respect for Vil and seems to be on amicable or friendly terms with his housewarden. They do, however, butt heads on how to best teach new dorm students.

This is mainly because Roma gets annoyed when he has to constantly listen to other people complaining

Roma can also be stubborn and sometimes doesn’t let up if he thinks he’s right

Roma founded the enchanted gardening club which is open to all students but tends to attract students with flora magic. The general idea of the club is learn how to tend to enchanted plants.

If anyone has any other questions about Roma or even about Yuri feel free to ask! My inbox is open!

I think I’m going to work on Harry next so be on the look out for him!

[forlorn-crows]

Crow I'm freaking out

It's August 1st and my first ritual (and first concert literally ever) is in 29 days. I'm practicly VIBRATING I'm so excited but I'm also stupid nervous. I have breezy clothes, ear plugs, tickets ready to be downloaded, I'm good on that, I'm just so worried with this being my first concert I'm going to forget something or mess something up? I wanted to draw all the ghouls and give them to them but found out they weren't doing a meet and greet when I bought the tickets so that's some anxiety I don't have to worry about but I seen someone said they accept stuff at the merch booth?? I didn't even know merch booths was a thing really

Sorry for spamming you a bit, you're just my favorite ghost blogger and I know you've been to a ritual before and could get advice on anything I'm forgetting 😅 thank you <3

okay first things first; you are NOT alone in feeling nervous, let me start with that. ive been to many a concert, and for some reason this one's making me quite anxious too (mines on the 12th! ahh!)! but listen, ghost as your first concert? that is GREAT choice

some things to consider; look up your venue's policy on bags, what can you bring/not bring? some venues have weird things on there, so you might want to double check that. for example, someone in front of me had to throw away their chain from their wallet, couldn't wear it in. only bring it what you really need. last time i only brought my id, credit card, car keys (JUST the car key, my other keys were IN the car lol) and your phone (where i presume your ticket will also be). i recommend pockets when you can, a small back without too many pockets for quick check-in as you go through security. for your sake and theirs!

if you're gonna be in direct sun; SUNSCREEN. PLS. FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN. protecting your skin is super important.

ear plugs are IMPORTANT TOO! im glad you have them. you will absolutely be able to hear everything, dont fret about that.

i might also recommend sturdy/closed toed/comfy shoes. its so easy to get your feet stepped on accidentally for whatever reason , no matter if youre in the pit or have a seat. and you dont want your feet to hurt halfway through either

i also wouldnt bother with complicated accessories or things that are easily lost/pulled (i.e. long necklaces, dangly earrings, lots of rings), they just become a hassle. to me, anyway.

as far as the drawings go, i havent heard about being able to gift anything via the merch table (usually theyre situated by the entrance to the venue where they sell all the cool stuff!). lots of people test their luck by throwing shit on stage at the end of the show but, personally, im not the biggest fan of doing that. also i cant throw for shit lol. i know a lot of people are sad about the no papa meet and greet. i wish the ghouls still participated in those like they used to way back when, but once cardi came about i believe that stopped.

bottom line is, dress comfy and have a good time! let me know if you have any more specific questions

also your FAV ghost blog?? lksjdfdslk i dont know how to respond to that ahhh

[fbfh]

dad!Robert and sister!Sophia Quinn + Quinn!reader hcs - the fosters

wc: 1.5k

pairing: dad!robert quinn + sister!sophia quinn + quinn!reader

warnings: vague allusions to reader having a rough life before living with the quinns, sophia has bpd, robert and sophia both adore you, jill hates you, sibling shenanegins with sophia, robert is trying to be a good dad, brief mention of playing just dance while your parents divorce, I think that's it??

genre: familial fluff with hints of crack and angst

a/n: hey girl I'm hyperfixating on the fosters again! daily reminder that you're faves live in disbelief of how loveable you are! as with the previous fosters hcs if you don't know why you were tagged its bc of the domestic/found family trope!!

@youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease

Okay assuming you have a backstory somewhat similar to Callie's

Meaning you didn't know your dad was actually Robert Quinn until recently and through a variety of circumstances he's fighting for custody of you 

It's going to be…… interesting 

Honestly Sophia is messy enough for her own tlc show 

And Robert is so desperate to make up for lost time and be worlds best dad

And Jill?????? Jill detests you 

So there's obviously going to be some silly antics 

Shenanigans if you will 

When Robert first sees you he has to try so hard not to cry

You look so much like your mom, the love of his life

She really was the one that got away 

He feels like he has a piece of her back now

And he is so determined to be there for you now

He’s not letting you slip through his fingers again

You now have more emotional and financial support than you ever did before

Once you’re comfortable enough for it to not be weird he will absolutely give you a credit card for literally whatever you want

One of his love languages is gift giving so when he sees you and Sophia going on shopping sprees together 

When he gets texts from you asking if you can get something you want or food or something

Even though he’s reassured you a million times you don’t have to ask

He gets so happy

He’s so happy to know he can take care of you and provide for you now

He wishes so badly he could have been doing it from the start

But he’s just glad he found out as soon as he did instead of another ten years later

Also if there’s anything you ever wanted to do and didn’t have the money or opportunity to

Surprise

Robert has already signed you up for figure skating and ballet and your violin will be arriving at the end of this week

He just loves spending time with you and Sophia

He loves spending time with both his kids

It makes him happier than he ever thought he could be

And oh my god Sophia??????

She always wanted a sibling

And now she has one

And it’s literally the fucking coolest person in the world?????

She is so desperate to be just like you

For you to think she’s cool too

She wants to be like super mega close sibling bffs with you

She wants to have sleepovers and share secrets 

She doesn’t really realize that that requires a lot of work and time to achieve and you can’t really jump straight there with enough enthusiasm 

You might need to be a little patient with her and set some boundaries 

But she’s just really excited to finally have a sibling yk

Roberts parents (and probably Jill) will accuse him of being a little obsessed with you

But he’s just trying to make up for lost time yk

Sophia however actually is a little obsessed with you 

They all but explicitly stated she has bpd 

You can probably tell pretty soon that she’s a little mentally ill right off the bat

Like you’re not really one to miss red flags yk

One good thing about how much they both care about you and how much influence you have in your new family is that if you tell Robert you’re worried about Sophia

He will take that totally seriously 

Even if Jill doesn’t or thinks he’s overreacting or Sophia is  being dramatic 

Robert will start watching her a little more closely and realize you’re right

He’ll get her into therapy so she can get help before things get worse

He’ll get you in therapy too if you want/need it

That’s one of those moments that really solidifies in his mind that you’re meant to be part of their family

His kids looking out for each other yk

Also once her she starts getting better and some of that obsession burns away

You’ll be able to have a really great relationship with her

It’s so fucking hard for her to not copy everything you do

Like once you move in she wants to decorate her room like yours

She always wants to borrow your clothes and copy your style

She thinks whatever you like to do is absolutely the elite hobby/extracurricular 

And oh my god if you like horses too????

Her two favorite things have just combined

Robert would absolutely get you a horse so you two can go riding together 

She brags to all her friends at Archfield about how fucking cool you are

Eventually you end up getting to have all the classic sibling experiences you didn't have with each other 

Late night talks about life and mental illness and existentialism 

"Can I borrow your top" "No" "Please :(" "Fine"

Basement just dance battles to the death while Robert and Jill are divorcing upstairs 

You show up to all each others events and hype the hell out of each other 

Your texts are half just sending each other tiktoks 

"You" "dad" "dad and Jill" "us" "your horse"

She sends you a lot of astrology memes and incorrect quotes of your signs 

She gets so excited whenever you consult her about your personal life 

You send her a screenshot of texts asking if it passes the vibe check 

It does not 

She loves talking mad shit with you

About people from your schools and extracurriculars 

Sometimes about Jill

Robert is trying to make it work with her 

He really is

But she fucking hates you 

She refuses to even give you a chance

And you know he's never going to pick anyone over his kids

Especially not after everything yall have been through 

You and Sophia both sort of know it's a matter of time at this point

Jill is one of those handful of almond moms who will antagonize you for almost anything 

You can't even swear around Jill bc she doesn't like it

She won't even let Sophia say oh my god 

So whenever you swear around Robert and Sophia it's like a little inside joke 

Even when you let out a long string of substitute swear words when Jill is there they still find it hilarious 

Because they know what you'd be saying if she weren't there 

"Butt…muncher on a pogo stick!"

They find it hilarious 

Jill is not amused

Sometimes Sophia looks up your old neighborhood on Google maps and imagines what your childhood was like

What it would have been like if you were raised together 

There are tons of trees she imagines you'd climb together, sidewalks to ride your bikes on, places to play hide and seek 

Sometimes Robert looks at your old neighborhood and has to try not to cry

His baby was that close this whole time and he had no idea??

They're both just really glad they have you now 

That you have each other 

Also your birthday????

It's practically a national holiday 

Sophia bases half her gift planning on your birth chart and the other half on every piece of information she's retained about you 

Robert is lowkey celebrating the whole month 

He feels like he has a lot to make up for and he's not going to let this day be anything less than spectacular 

God help you if it's your sweet 16

He is going to to so fucking ham people are still talking about it years later

Sophia gets so fucking excited if your birthdays are close together 

Like so fucking excited 

She has a little count down on her phone to "quinn siblings birthday season" 

It becomes a tradition for each of you to team up with Robert to plan the other one's birthday 

Instead of the standard birthday parties Jill would throw and invite half of Sophia's class

And a bunch of adults to network with

This year you and Robert surprise her with a day full of horseback riding and shopping and devil's food cake and all her other favorite things

And a Fiona apple concert over the weekend 

If this is what birthdays are supposed to be like she thinks she's been missing out

And for your birthday?????

They plan a whole week full of surprises 

Sophia's been making careful mental notes of all the stuff you want to do and go see 

Suffice it to say it's the best birthday you could have wished for 

For Robert's birthday you and Sophia plan to surprise him with a bunch of crafts and handmade presents  he probably would have gotten from both of you if you'd found each other sooner 

You make craft paper turkeys and macaroni necklaces and casts of your hand prints

You buy white ties and color them in with paint markers 

You even mark your heights on the doorway of his office 

He cries so fucking hard

He loves it

He loves his kids

It's the second best present he's ever gotten

The first will always be you and Sophia 

[darkimpala1897]

More headcanons of my au of Chance and Eddie being brothers aka Munson brothers season four addition

The laundry basket joke was totally directed towards Chance because at home Chance uses laundry baskets that he finds around the trailer park to practice

Chance and Eddie eat together at the pinic table in the woods because Eddie doesn't usely pack his lunch he packs for Chance but not for himself because he packs drugs instead but Chance remembers to make him something

Eddie was at the prep rally but he was hiding under the bleachers because he didn't want anyone to see him and ruin his reputation

Eddie sent Steve to go to the game for him because Eddie didn't want to get out of Hellfire to sneak under the bleachers

Chance was the only one to believe that Eddie didn't kill Chrissy he actually believed his brother was kidnapped but he didn't say anything because if he did he knew his friends would turn on him

Chance had to watch as Jason beat up Gareth and Gareth is like a little brother to him he managed to convince Andy to stay and help fix up Jeff and Gareth

Chance was the one to give Lucas the idea of misleading them

Chance when they finally found Eddie didn't let go of his brother for like awhile

Chance was the one to tell them what Eddie liked food wise

Eddie was happy for once that he got to eat his food without Chance stealing it

Chance had managed to convince Jason and Andy to listen to him after Patrick died he even took them to skull rock were they spied on them Chance kept a tight grip on them so they didn't kill Eddie

Chance was the one to get them into Watergate even though Andy had a total fit about it being cold and Chance not wanting to hear it was like "come on princess don't make me drag you by your hair." And Jason also refused but Chance threw his shoe at him and that worked

Eddie had an absolute panic attack when Chance just popped through the gate he was so close to going full mother hen mode on him you don't even know

Chance and Eddie actually pretty much everyone took there rage out on the bats Andy and Steve both almost gotten eaten alive but they were alright

When Eddie threw his vest at Steve Chance stole Jason's Letterman without his permission because Chance knows Eddie gets cold

When they were trying to get in contact with the others on the other side and running around like chickens with there heads cut off Chance was already touching the werid glowing stuff with Andy because they thought it was werid and cool

Chance doesn't know how to ride a bike so he had to double ride with Eddie it was the fucking funniest thing ever especially because of how Eddie rides

Chance literally almost puked at Eddie's bed he made a mental note that he needed to do laundry

Chance was the one to get into Vecna's trance not Nancy and oh my god Eddie lost his shit he tore that trailer apart looking for Chance's Walkman and music because he was not losing his brother not like that

Chance was okay after that but Eddie still made him wear a Walkman just in case Chance saw Eddie dying Jason dying in that horrible way he saw what Andy would do to Erica and what was going to happen Hawkins he after that was determined to kill the bastard

When Eddie forgot he had a bandanna on him and didn't need a mask Chance absolutely died like laughed so hard and it made Eddie feel better hearing Chance laugh

Chance was the one to suggest the RV to steal but Eddie said it was his idea which Chance let him have because he knew that Eddie was trying to impress Steve

When Eddie said his dad taught him how to hot wire everyone looked towards Chance thinking he knew how to as well he just goes "not my father actually I don't know my father." And Eddie snickers under his breath

They used Jason's credit card to get everything at War Zone and no nobody has yet to inform him

Jason went with Lucas, Max and Erica Andy volunteered to go instead but Chance was like "no no your staying with us." And then he grabbed a hold of Jason looking right into his soul saying "please for the love of everything holy stay standing stand in once spot and don't walk around if Lucas have to tie you to chair he will." Well also tossing Lucas some rope

Chance and Eddie were on the trailer roof together Eddie playing his guitar and Chance playing his violin Eddie was honestly amazed that his little brother baby brother figured a way to play master of puppets on a violin just imagine this scene with me absolutely kick ass

When Eddie decided to use himself as a chew toy for the bats Chance let Dustin use his shoulders to get up into the upside down and those few seconds saved Eddie's life they almost lost him but they got him

The earthquake was unfortunately unavoidable because after Nancy and all of them including Andy killed Vecna the upside down it just sorta collapsed in on itself but Jason survived mostly because he listened and Eddie survived because of his brother

Gareth took in Eddie and Chance intill they had a new trailer and intill Eddie was healed

Bonus headcanon

Eddie graduated with Chance, Andy and Jason Eddie was a total mom that day taking pictures of Chance and his friends well Steve was taking pictures of Eddie obviously

That is it for now, I'm definitely gonna write the Munson brothers and post it on Ao3 eventually I promise but this is my new canon for the dumpster fire that was stranger things season four imao.