#i couldnt get this idea out of my mind so here u go

[internetb3by]

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: its casual right?

content warnings: light smut, fingering, ellie gives the reader head, toxic? relationship, both reader and ellie are young and dumb

word count: 415

Ty to @elliespillowprincess for the inspo ! and Chappell Roan ofc. Listen to casual for the full experience

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it wasn’t like your friends were shocked anymore, not when at any chance you got you blew them out you didn’t care. not when after two weeks you managed to score an invitation to joel’s place. or when she snuck off to the bathroom and joel commented of how he’s “never seen her so happy”.

especially not when during that same dinner she came back moments later asking for your “assistance” in the bathroom. dragging you with her into the guest bathroom. a mischievous grin dawned on her lips as she slipped her hand underneath your dress. bunching the fabric above your waist and sliding the flimsy cotton aside. pressing heated kisses to your lips to quiet you down as her slender fingers plunged into your desperate hole. your eyes squeezing shut as you mentally prayed the squelching sounds weren’t loud enough to be heard from the dining room.

its not your fault you started to daydream about more when she made it so easy. your mind wandering to what it would be like with her in a year. what side of the bed would she sleep on? whether she a cat or a dog person?

it wasn’t hard when your favorite bra was tucked away in her dresser from the last time she snuck you over. when she would eat you out in the backseat of your car before your morning class. mumbling promises of forever and what you presumed to be unspoken i love yous as her tongue circled your clit.

what did come as a shock was when you innocently asked her “what are we?” as you lounged on the twin bed in her dorm and she brushed you off saying something  along the lines of “we’re causal.”

from then you couldn’t help but hold resentment for her every time you kissed. that same anger bubbling up when she whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

you couldn’t help but hate yourself the longer you let it drag on. her words echoing in your head as you listened to rumors circling your relationship. the hushed whispers saying you were nothing but a girl she banged on her couch.

tears streaming down your face as you finally cut her off. fed up with her bragging to her friends how she got you off when she wouldn’t even acknowledge your relationship.

finally deciding to bid the whole situationship farewell with one last “go to hell”.

a/n: impulsively wrote this @ 1 am so here u go. its not heavily edited so there might be a few mistakes. anyways tysm for reading

[highonmarvel]

heyy lov ur fics. saw you wanted some bucky recs so i got one. how about like bucky and reader have been dating for 2-3 months and he's always sweet to her and always making sure she was happy. he even promised to get rid of almost all of his weapons. but then he secretly didnt. he still had them, for "saftey purposes" he couldnt let anything happen to u. so he kept them in a secret room along with some pictures of u he took when he was observing(stalking) you before he entered into ur life -P1

that’s actually such a scary idea, i love it. okay, okay, you had a lot so apologises if it’s a bit different than you were expecting, but i tried, and i had fun! let me know if you like it! and my sweet sister @thehydraethereal, tell me what you think.

The Sun

Bucky Barnes: Bucky’s world revolves around you, The Sun, his sunshine, and he’ll do just about anything to make you happy, but everything to keep you safe.

CONTENT WARNING: This is a dark fic, please read content warnings here! 18+!

You’ve always been more of a glass half-full type of person, but with Bucky, you’ve really turned into a ray of sunshine—he just brings that out in you, treating you as precious as every breath he takes and as vital to life as the Sun itself. He said that to you once, when you asked why he calls you sunshine while laying your head in his lap, smiling in bliss as he stroked your hair. He said, “My world revolves around you.”

Even after three months, he still treats you with the same respect and gentleness and love and patience as that very first day, if not even more. There was only once you two had had a serious disagreement—it wasn’t really an argument, no one was angry, but it certainly could’ve been a massive dealbreaker for you.

Bucky never spoke much of his childhood, his teenage years, or even his adult ones, he only really went three years into the past, max, but you had pieced together he’s been through a lot, and so you never pushed him, but you made sure to make it clear you’d be there for him if and when he was ready to talk about it. There was a lot he did that showed you he was a war vet, and that as reluctant as he may be to admit it, he was suffering from some form of PTSD—he doesn’t like watching espionage films, or even movies with too much violence (which you don’t mind skipping, you don’t care too much for them either way), he’s sensitive to loud noises and a few times he’s jolted you out of your slumber with his nightmares, but he claims they’re much better with you than before. The metal arm also fascinated you—he said it’s made of vibranium, and you frowned at the thought of why he would need such a strong arm, but that you managed to get used to. What you couldn’t get used to, however, was his weaponry.

You had been sitting on the couch together when there was a thud from the next room over, and Bucky jumped up, soldier stance and everything, ready to go check it out. You were about to assure him it was nothing, tell him you forgot to close a window and a breeze probably knocked something over, when he slid a knife out of his boot and your breath caught in your throat. You followed the silver glint with your eyes as he stalked around the corner and then disappeared for a few moments.

“Birdie slammed against the window,” he said, relieved with a small smile, and you could hardly believe the juxtaposition between his use of the term ‘birdie’ while he held a knife securely in his hand. When you didn’t respond, staring at him with wide eyes, his brows turned downward in show of concern, and his voice came sincerely, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? It was nothing.” He incorrectly assumed the noise had scared you, but quickly came to understand when he noticed your gaze fixed on the knife.

“This?” he asked, casually, spinning the knife on his finger, but when you jumped back, he quickly hid it behind his back and cast his head downward in shame. He hadn’t meant to scare you, and though he felt bad, he couldn’t help but feel a little offended you’d think his arsenal was something to be afraid of. He’d never lay a hand on you, let alone a tool, why were you scared? Did you not trust him? He only kept this stuff to keep you safe. And besides, you knew about his slight paranoia with defence, so why did this catch you off guard? Sure, maybe the knife in the boot was a little too much for you to handle, but you seemed to take more issue with its existence rather than his convenient hiding.

“Sorry,” he mumbled an apology, managing to look up at you. “I didn’t mean to scare you, just had to make sure everything was alright.” He offered a weak smile in hopes of setting you at ease, but it faded when you stood up to confront him, shaking slightly.

“Why do you have a knife?” you asked in horror, voice raising in pitch. “What— do you just— do you just always have that on you?”

It’s the knife you’re worried about. Darling, if you knew the half of it.

“Protection,” he answered simply, innocently, not understanding your reaction.

“What— what else do you have? And— and in your house? You have to get rid of it!”

At any other time he would have pushed back on this (gently, of course), but in your frantic state he knew it wouldn’t serve either of you very well. He really hadn’t expected you to start hyperventilating about it. He switched to soothing you, holding you in his arms and promising he would get rid of all that, that you could feel safe… even though in his mind, his weapons were to make you feel safe, to keep you safe.

There’s a cupboard in Bucky’s house that’s always locked, and he tells you it’s just tools and some clutter he needs to clear out. But what you don’t know is he’s still got his shit in there. In any other circumstance, he would do anything you asked of him, but in this case, he got the impression you didn’t understand, that you were a little naïve when it came to this sort of stuff, like you’d always been sheltered and protected in a way that never needed violence. But he knows what the real world is like, and he knows what he’s got to do to keep you safe.

That was a few months ago. Now, trying to watch a film from the 40s—something with Jimmy Stewart, to grant Bucky a little nostalgia and tick another movie off your cinephile list—you both doze off, but you wake up before him. He usually wakes up earlier than you and falls asleep later, so you rarely see him asleep, only once you had to wake him up from the vivid nightmare, but here, now, he’s peaceful—his eyes are shut, his breathing is steady, his muscles aren’t tensed, this is the first time you’ve seen him lose himself to unconsciousness, and your heart swells at the realisation he feels safe enough to be so vulnerable around you.

As much as you would have loved to watch him breathe, after all the snacks you ate during the movie, your hands are sticky and you can’t really fall back asleep without washing them. On the way to the bathroom, you pause just before the door. The cupboard Bucky keeps his tools in is slightly ajar, it’s always been locked. And you’re not sure what compels you to head over to the door, but you carefully open it, wincing when it creaks slightly, before gasping at the scene.

He said he’d get rid of them! Not only are there multiple sharp blades of varying lengths, there’s more ammo that you could ever imagine needing, pistols, and a shotgun on the wall, you’re pretty sure you spot a fucking grenade, but maybe most terrifyingly is a mask. If this really was for safety (you’re really trying to give him the benefit of the doubt here) why the fuck did he have a mask? Like he was hiding behind it. He wouldn’t need to hide his identity from an intruder, he’d only need to if he was trying not to get caught if he was doing something wrong, if he was—

Bucky drops the bat to catch you before you hit the ground, wincing at the sight of your limp body in his arms. Fuck, he had stuck up a few more pictures of you earlier that day, and clearly forgot to lock the closet. The guilt from hurting you is enough to make him sick, but he’s got to figure out how to savage this.

If he just sets you right back on the couch and puts on some kind of thriller movie, you’ll think it was a dream when you wake up again, right? That your subconscious mind was taking in what was playing on the TV and affecting your sleep. That makes sense, that makes perfect sense, and that’s for you to figure out on your own; he won’t need to explain it or answer questions because really all it was was a bad dream, and he knows about those, you know he has experience with them, you’ll believe him when he tells you how real they can feel—you’ve seen it—and trust that everything’s alright, and he’s good to keep you safe.

After an hour, you begin to stir, and he redirects his gaze from being hyper focused on you to watching the film intently, though this far in he doesn’t know anything about the plot and hopes you don’t ask too many questions about it.

When he hears your quiet moans indicating you’re awake now, and feels your stretch beside him, he looks back at you. “Mornin’, Sunshine,” he teases, hoping you’ll giggle and say something about not realising it was dark outside. But you don’t, instead you startle and recoil back slightly, eyeing him suspiciously.

He forces his brows to furrow in confusion as he sets his half empty bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table. He tries to shift towards you but when you shift back, he sighs and stays in place.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks in a low voice, his tone sincere and soothing. But he can tell you don’t buy it.

“You said you’d get rid of them!” you yell, and he winces slightly—you’ve never raised your voice at him, and if you’re this worked up over it it might take him a little more patience than anticipated to do some damage control.

“Get rid of what?” he asks. The best thing to do here is just play dumb.

“Your— your weapons! There’s— there’s so many of them, you said you’d get rid of them!”

“Baby, baby, baby,” he coos when you start breathing heavily, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “You just had a bad dream, okay? It’s alright…”

“No!” you shriek, kicking him away from you. “In the— in the closet!”

“What closet?”

“The— the one with the tools!”

“There’s nothing in there, sweetheart.”

“Then open it.”

He freezes for a second—he hadn’t expected you to ask that. “I don’t— I don’t know where the key is.” Fuck. He’s fucked. He knew it from the moment he hesitated, and his stuttering further solidified his guilt in your mind. His eyes grew just a little wider as he waited for you to respond, hardly breathing. You can read him like an open book, and he knows he can’t backtrack the few small ticks that set you on the scent.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him for a moment, but blink, and then nod, slowing your breaths down and directing your stare to the floor. “Alright,” you say, and Bucky himself can’t help but sigh in relief.

“I’m sorry you had a bad dream,” he coos as he shifts closer to you, and this time, you don’t shift away. He puts his arms around you and comfortingly rubs your shoulder, resting his head on top of yours.

You don’t buy it for a second.

That’s way too specific a dream for you to have months after even thinking about that stuff, and you’re not fucking stupid, you can tell what’s real and what’s not, and that was real. But for the time being, it seems easier to appease him. Maybe you really did imagine it… you doubt it, though, especially when Bucky’s body went rigid in response to your request. Even if you didn’t see what you thought you did, he’s definitely hiding something in that closet.

His phone rings, and he sighs, apologising as he carefully unwraps himself from you, reaching into his pocket to answer the phone as he stands up. “Hello?” There’s a few quick and low words from whoever’s on the other end and the groan he lets out allows you to guess it’s something Avengers-related. Though he isn’t an Avenger anymore (he gave up all violence, even in the name of justice) Sam does occasionally call him up to ask for advice on espionage matters or blueprints or just his thoughts on whatever’s going on.

“I’ve got to run, sweetheart; Sam’s being an asshole and I need to do some damage control,” he chuckles, and looks back down at you hesitantly, waiting for a response of some kind, but you’re quiet, arms crossed over your chest, slouched on the couch and looking at the floor, almost petulant but more… pensive. And that worries him.

“I can— I can stay if you want me to—”

“No,” you answer so casually it’s like something in him shatters. Sure, you’re not always grovelling at his feet when he opens the door but you’ve never been so nonchalant about him leaving to go take care of stuff. Even if it wasn’t all that sincere, you’d still make a little scene out of missing him so much. “I’ll see you later.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly shuts it, pressing his lips into a thin line as he nods, and then sighs.

He can’t leave you alone here: you’ll either run the second you can or hurt yourself trying to figure out how to get the cupboard open again. In both cases he won't be able to keep you safe, you’ll get hurt. But you’re also not yourself right now, and he doesn’t want to come on too strong and risk scaring you off for good. Not that he’d ever let you get away.

So he leaves, locks the door, but doesn’t get in his car. Usually he would grant that you’d be able to see the red flag there but you seem hyper focused on getting to his shit and he surmises he can get away with it. Between the tall plants covering his windows, he can just about make you out, sitting completely still on the couch for a few moments, it’s like you’re not even breathing. He subconsciously finds himself holding his breath as well—Are you waiting for him to start the car? Have you noticed he didn’t take his wallet?—narrowing his eyes at you, trying to anticipate your next move.

60 seconds, and you jump up.

***

You take a very quick look around the lounge, just to really make sure he left, and with no sign of him, you start off down the corridor again to his cupboard. It’s locked, and you know better than to even try to look for the key. But you have to do something: how could you live with yourself knowing that either you’d have broken up with your seemingly perfect boyfriend for no reason at all, or ever feel at peace again when there’s this heavy suspicion just hanging there?

You don’t know how you ever learnt it but you pull a pin from your hair and unfold it, closing one eye and sticking your tongue out slightly as you wriggle it around in the key slot, muttering “Please, please, please, please, please” to yourself over and over as you strain to hear for the clicks. One, two, three clicks and it opens! And you have no idea how you did it but it’s done now. You quickly open the door and gasp. You really shouldn’t be surprised—you know it wasn’t a dream—but the double confirmation really takes the wind out of you, and you feel betrayed. He lied to you, why did he lie to you? But there’s something else you didn’t notice before. On the inside of the door, polaroids of you that you know are before you met him are hung up haphazardly with messy tape—and they’re pictures of you doing mundane tasks, your everyday life. With shaking hands, you reach towards one that you’re afraid is of you in the shower, tears collecting on your lashes. As you reach for it, your elbow hits a shotgun and it falls and fires.

You scream as you jump back, and away from the door, you come face to face with Bucky at the end of the hallway, looking horrified as if it’s you who’s doing what you’re not supposed to.

Why the fuck is this thing even loaded if it’s just sitting around? These are assault rifles and deadly tools just at the ready, all the time.

Bucky carefully calls your name, and you turn on your heel and sprint towards the bedroom door at the opposite end of the corridor, but he catches up to you way too easily. He grabs you and slams your head against the doorway, causing you to black out and fall to the floor.

***

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck! How was he so careless not once but twice? What if you’d gotten seriously hurt or even killed? And he’s mad at himself but he can’t help but feel mad at you, too. Why didn’t you just leave it alone? Sure, he fucked up by forgetting to lock it but why on Earth did you push for it? It was locked this time, why were you so obsessed with this!?

He takes a few deep breaths to stop himself from launching into a panic attack. He can fix this, it’s fine, you just need a bit of time to calm down, but he has a feeling if you took a relationship ‘break’ he’d never find you again. So you can’t leave, you just need to be somewhere safe.

Bucky’s basement is hardly even a room—that’s why he keeps his weapons upstairs, and so that they’re always there when he needs them. It’s small, but big enough for a few shelves and a twin-sized mattress, it’s more a very temporary storm shelter—or a panic room, to a weaker person. There aren’t any windows, and so the thought of getting you situated there for an indefinite amount of time isn’t pleasant. He always gets up before you, and, yes, part of that is nature, and part of it is his awe for your peaceful sleeping form, a level of serenity in darkness he’s not sure he’d ever be able to achieve. The sun peaks in through the curtains and lightly bronzes your skin for a few minutes until you stir and wake up to him beside you, pure adoration in his eyes. And every morning, he knows he’d give up the light of day forever if he could only wake up next to you one more time.

***

You grimace as you wake up, feeling uncomfortable—the room feels somehow cold yet stuffy, and the mattress you’re laying on feels scruffy and a little old. You toss and turn a few times before you realise that this is real. When the thought hits, you rip your eyes open, shooting upright to scan your surroundings while your breathing gets heavier and heavier.

Your eyes land on Bucky sitting at the bottom of the stairs with a book in one hand, his metal one mindlessly twirling a thick chain between his fingers, tightening and loosening it. To test, you tug on your leg and he automatically grips tighter to the restraint, even before noticing you’re up.

“Hey, sweetheart…” he coos, setting his book down and letting go of the chain. He crouches down and sits at the bottom of the mattress, coaxing you with soothing rubs on your shin like you’re a mental patient or a wild animal, unpredictable. “How’re you feeling?”

How are you feeling? How are you feeling?

“Are you out of your mind!?” you shriek, and kick at him—it doesn’t hurt him, but he does raise his palm from your leg. Dropping his voice to a sweeter tone, he tries to calm you down. “You’re alright, you’re safe, everything’s okay, baby.”

He reaches out a hand to stroke your face but you slap it away, looking up at him with wild eyes and messy hair, you let your tone drop to a dangerous low as you warn, “Don’t… touch me.”

He gives a disappointed sigh but eventually tuts to himself in agreement. You just need to get this out of your system, it’ll be fine.

But it’s not. It’s not fine, and it’s taking a toll on him. You’ve never been like this before, so angry and irrational and erratic and unpredictable, but that’s not what he minds. He can deal with you throwing insults his way, swinging at him (in vain, of course) or resorting to silence, but what really starts to tick him off is when you refuse to eat. He let it slide the first day, tried to play it cool and just left the tray down for you, but he went upstairs and nervously paced back and forth until the morning. When he came down with breakfast, he discovered you hadn’t so much as touched your meal, not even the tray itself, and though he asked you in an even tone to eat something (and got nothing but silence in return) it was worrying him, he nearly wanted to plead with you, but he knew if he cracked you’d see a weak spot and keep ramming it until you get your way, and he can’t have that.

It’s the third day now, and he finally decides he needs to feed you. He sits down in front of you and pulls the tray towards him, scooping up some rice on a plastic spoon. He holds the food to your lips but you keep them shut tight, even when he gently pokes your mouth a few times. He’s sure you can see the stress you’re causing him: he’s hardly sleeping, as shown by the bags under his eyes, and he can’t even go for a jog to clear his head in case you do something crazy while he’s gone. With a deep breath, he sets the spoon down and leans back, considering his next move. Maybe you’d drink a smoothie. Not ideal but better than nothing.

“Alright,” he huffs as he stands up. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna make you a smoothie.”

He’s only just turned his back when he hears clattering, and when he looks back to you, you’ve got fury etched onto your features and the food he so carefully and lovingly prepared for you is strewn across the floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” he bellows, and backhands you, sending you to the floor. With your mouth agape, you clutch your cheek and look up at him in shock. He’s never even raised his voice at you, let alone yelled, let alone lay a finger on you. “Just fucking listen to me! Eat!” He kicks the tray further back and you startle, paralysed by pure shock.

He takes a deep breath in, and a long huff out, clenching his fists at his sides. His blue eyes you had once thought of as calm oceans are ablaze, he’s shaking with anger, and his voice quivers as he tries to speak in a level tone to you. “I… am going to make you a smoothie, and you are going to drink it, or you’ll never see the sun again.”

When he slams the door shut behind him, you finally allow tears to fall. You don’t know what that threat means—will he never let you out? Will he kill you? At first you didn’t think so, even when he held you down as you screamed and kicked, but you never thought he’d hit you either, you never thought he was capable of such rage, and though he kept it relatively under control, you saw what that was. It wasn’t just ire, it was like flames licked his entire being, engulfing him and lighting him up. While you thought of him as your Sun, now, that was for a different reason—now, he feels like the actuality of the star: unpredictable and unbearably dangerous, but… necessary for survival, and inescapable.

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[otherone12]

♡ Valantine's Day ♥︎

-> Masterlist

MCR x Reader

A/N: Heyy!! So since you guys decided pn thst poll, here i am posting the Valantines day little scenarios. I know it was two days late, but 14th was my step father's birthday, and yesterday my whole town were out of sign, so i couldnt finish. Anyways, sorry for taking too long with the requests... but im working on that. Well, hope u like it <3

Summary: Cute small fics about Valantines Day with the boys 💕✨️

- Word Count: 2.050

- Warnings: None

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…-

Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong

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♡ Gerard:

500 - Words

Gerard's hands were around my waist, my back pressed on his chest, his breath peaceful against my skin. 

I closed my eyes enjoying the moment, then felt his grip tight around me. 

- Morning’ beautiful…

His voice was lazy as he kissed the back of my neck.

- Morning’ babe. - I smiled - did you sleep well? 

- With you by my side, always. - He nuzzled my hair. - how ‘bout you?

- Me too.  

I turned to him, to give a quick pack on his lips. The warming feeling of him was just perfect, and I wanted to stay like this the whole day. 

-You know…- he murmured - i planned an amazing day for us… 

- Oh… - I couldn't hold back a grin… - Do you?

- Uhum… - he nodded - the best Valentine's Day of your life.

- Thats a huge promise, Gee

- And I intend to keep that promise - he kissed me again, longer, and i smile against his lips

After a while, we got out of the bed, and we had a normal day, until Gerard walked to me in the living room.

- Babe - He called from the basement in some sing-song voice. - come down here!

I get up from the couch and almost run down to the basement. 

The second I walked into the basement, I saw it. Blankets, more pillows than i can count and a bizarre amount of my favorite snacks. 

- Surprise! - his smile was kind, but a bit unsure - I-i thought you would like some… uh… more… uh... reserved place... just for us?

I walked to him wrapping my arms around his neck. 

- You know me so well, babe - I saw him blushing a bit and leaned to kiss him. 

His hands moved awkwardly to my waist, and soon we broke apart.

- So… you liked? - his eyes glowing with hope.

- I love it. 

He took my hand and we sat on the floor, the pillows and blankets nesting on us, and he grabbed the tv control, and looked at me, like I was the most perfect thing in the world.

- Uh… I picked some movies for us… I was unsure if you'd prefer rom-coms or our usual horror movies… - He said, not looking at my eyes yet - so I picked both…

His gaze went up to me with a sheepish smile. And I looked at his hazel eyes, and couldn’t help but smile at him. 

- Gee… it's perfect. - I tilted his chin to keep him looking at me - and we can watch whatever you pick. You already made my day. 

-R-really? - he blinked, surprised.

- Yes…  

- I love you - He said, barely louder than a whisper. 

- I love you too, Gee.

My lips found his again, and he held my face, as if he was afraid that I would disappear if he let me go. Our kiss turned deeper and we were just enjoying the moment.

And just like this, we spent the rest of the day cuddling and watching movies together. And as he said, this was the best Valentine's Day ever.

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♥︎ Frank:

520 - Words

Our day went normal, and I actually wasn't expecting anything too much coming from Frank, cause he wasn't exactly the cheesy kind of guy, but he never let it side too. 

Well, everything was normal, until the Sun went down. 

I was minding my own business, and Frank held me from behind.

- Hey, babe… - he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss on my shoulder. 

- Hey…? - I raised my eyebrow, having no idea what he was planing. 

- I was thinking… you should come with me… - he rocked me a bit, his voice soft - i planned something for you.

- For me?

- Yep. - he pulled away from me enough for his eyes to meet mine - it's Valentine's day, you know?

- I know - I chuckled - I just wasn't expecting anything from you.

- I’m offended! - He gasped, putting his hand on his chest in mock offense - you think im not romantic?!

- I didn't say that! 

- Then what? - he said in a high pitched tone - I'm not capable of making something for my babe? 

- Frankie…

- No no no - he held my wrist, not tight, just enough to make me move with him - you are coming with me, and you will see how romantic I am!

He led me to the garage, and opened the car door for me. The second I looked at the passenger seat, I saw a bouquet of flowers, not red roses like the usual, cliché kind of flowers, no. He picked my favorite flowers. 

- See? - He said, like he was trying to prove his point - I know what i'm doing, okay?

I chuckled and shook my head, amused. Then before I got into the car, I kissed his cheek. I couldn't stop looking at those flowers, and as soon as he got into the car, I looked at him, smiling.

- So, where are we going, Romeo? 

- Patience, darling…

He chuckled as he started to drive. The city lights were beautiful, and the moon brought that movie-like atmosphere. 

After a while, we stopped at some drive through. Frank grabbed burgers for us, and the way he just knew what to pick for me was enough for me to feel seen.

More minutes of drive, our music playing on the radio, not cheesy ones, but our kind of loud and messy songs. His hand on my thigh all the time while he drove. 

Out of nowhere, he parked, but we didn't get out of the car, but looking up at those stars, being with him in our little world with good music and fast foods. 

- So? - He asked, waiting for a reaction from me.

- So what? - I raised my eyebrow.

- Admit that I’m romantic! - Frank almost whined.

- I don't know… - I teased, with a grin - you didn't kiss me yet…

- Oh, so that's it? - He took that as a challenge, and soon his lips crashed into mine.

Frank was definitely proving his point, the kiss wasn't soft, quite the opposite, there was tongue, teeth and passion.

When we both were breathless, his forehead rested on mine, and I looked deep in his eyes.

-You know i love you, right Frankie?

- I know… and I love you too.

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♡ Ray:

510 - words

It was Valentine's Day, and I was already expecting my boyfriend to do something special, like he always does. 

Ray is always the kind of old-fashioned romantic, but he has his ways of making things different. 

My day started with the sensation of his curly hair on my neck, while I was focused on making pancakes for our breakfast.

- Morning, love

He murmured with his lips ghosting my cheek. His arms around my waist. 

- Morning, babe. 

I sighed contently, leaning a bit on his chest.

- This smells good… - he nuzzled in my neck - but not as good as you…

- You are extra sweet today… is all of this because of Valentine’s Day? - I teased, smiling. 

- You haven't seen anything yet, love

I giggled as he pulled me close.

Later, I was on the couch, reading a book. Then Ray walked in, dressed in a pretty hoodie and his usual jeans. Then I glanced at his hands, and there was a red rose. 

- Is this for me? - I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

- What do you think?

- Uhm… - I made a fake thinking expression - I think you found another partner…

- You know I could never do that, right? 

I got up off the couch, and walked to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, our foreheads touching.

- Yes… i know 

I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips against his. The kiss was romantic, intense, and full of our chemistry. 

When we broke apart, I kept my eyes locked on his, he smiled at me, his hands holding my waist.

Ray handed me the flower, and took my hand. 

- Now, I'm gonna take you to our real date. 

He opened the door of our house, and we walked outside. 

We walked for a while, and I had no idea where he was taking us…

- Where are we going? - I asked, looking at the rose on my hand.

- It's a surprise… - he grins. 

After a a few minutes, I saw it. A small and reserved place at the park, a towel on the floor, with a picnic blanket, two glasses and a bottle of wine. My eyes wide. 

-Ray…?

- Happy Valentine's Day, babe. - He said, kissing my hand.

He led me to the picnic blanket, he sat by my side, it wasn't that comfortable, but having Ray with me made it the most comfy place ever.

I looked around, the completely perfect landscape, the sunset in front of the lake… it looked like a movie.

Ray grabbed a glass and served the wine to us, handing me one. 

Our eyes met again, and I could see all the effort he put on this date. My free hand reached for his face caressing his cheek with my thumb. 

-Thank you, babe

I leaned close to him, and before he could say anything,  I closed the gap between us, our kiss was intense, he put his glass down, holding my waist and pulling me close. 

When we pulled apart, he cupped my face. 

- I love you. - his voice was low and tender. 

- I love you too… 

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♥︎ Mikey:

520 - Words

After a busy day at work, I wasn’t exactly tired, I was excited. Mikey had told me earlier that we were going out tonight, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned. Our past Valentine’s Days had always been conventional, a nice dinner, enjoying each other’s company, stealing kisses across the table. But something in his voice earlier made me think tonight might be different.

I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my outfit, making sure everything was just right. I wanted to look good for him. As I adjusted my hair, I heard footsteps behind me.

- Hey, darling… - Mikey’s voice was soft as he entered the room.

- Hey, Mikes,- I turned to smile at him.

His eyes scanned over me, full of warmth. 

- You look so good…- he murmured before leaning in to press a kiss against my temple.

- So do you, - I teased, winking as he took my hand in his.

- I think we should get going,- he said, gently tugging me toward the door.

I expected him to drive us to some restaurant like usual, so when he pulled into the parking lot of the arcade, I was momentarily surprised. Before I could even ask, he scratched the back of his neck, looking a little nervous.

- I thought we could do something different this Valentine’s Day…- he admitted. - I mean… only if you’re up for it.

- Of course, I’m up for it! - I grinned, squeezing his hand. - Hanging out with my man and playing video games? Perfect date so far.

His shoulders visibly relaxed as a relieved smile spread across his face. 

- Well… glad you like the idea, sweetheart. Let’s get in?

I nodded eagerly, and we made our way inside. The vibrant lights from the games cast a colorful glow over the room, and the familiar hum of arcade machines filled the air. My eyes immediately landed on the air hockey table.

- Sorry, babe, but I’m going to eat you up, - I teased, grabbing the mallet.

- We’ll see about that, sweetheart. - Mikey smirked, trying to look serious but failing. 

The game was intense, both of us laughing as we tried to outmaneuver each other. Every time he scored, he’d shoot me a smug look, and every time I scored, I’d playfully gloat. But at some point, we stopped keeping track of points and just enjoyed being together.

We played everything, Street Fighter, Pac-Man, Mortal Kombat, Bomberman, even taking turns on Super Mario. It felt like we were kids again, lost in the moment, completely carefree.

When the night finally wound down, much faster than I wanted, we gathered up the tickets we had won. Mikey didn’t hesitate before walking up to the prize counter and picking out a cute stuffed animal.

- Well, that was fun… - he said, intertwining his fingers with mine before holding the plushie out toward me. - And this is for you.

- Thanks, babe… I love it. - I hugged the soft toy to my chest, grinning. 

- And I love you, - he whispered before leaning in, kissing me soft and slow, like he meant it. Like he always did.

- Love you too, Mikes.

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~ So... that's it! Hope u liked it!

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[choccy-milky]

A few months back, I asked if it was okay to write using Clora and Seb. Finished the work - thought I'd lost it on my hard drive and a virus scan located it.

Not sure if it's sad or happy, but the basic premise of it is Clora getting frustrated/upset at Sebastian and Sebastian comforting her, Sebastian getting upset at a predicament Clora's in and Clora comforting him, and them both getting frustrated/upset and having to comfort each other.

If you'd rather I didn't post it, that's fine too, but just wanted to test the waters and double check that you'd be okay with it if I gifted it to you via AO3, or see if you wanted a sneak peak of it before posting it.

OMG im so happy you were able to find it and recover the work you did!!😭🙏 AND YES OF COURSE YOU CAN POST IT AAA I CANT WAIT TO READ IT!! you can DM it to me first if you want, but i also dont mind if you post it straight away on ao3!! IM LOOKING FORWARD TO IT SM AAARGHHHA💖💖💖IT SOUNDS ANGSTY WE LOVE THE HURT/COMFORT I HOPE MY HEART CAN HANDLE IT🥺💖💖TY AGAIN FOR USING CLORA AND SEB AND TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THEM😭

@sunshine-goblin AAA THANK YOU!!! im honoured its your fav fanfic AND ALSO THE LONGEST YOUVE READ BAHAHAA fr, when you say its as long as four books in lotr it rly makes me realize how insane i am😃👍 aw IM GLAD I COULD INSPIRE YOU TO DRAW MORE AND WRITE AS WELL😭 I was curious so i creeped you and everyone go look at their HL blog @sunshines-legacy your MC is so cute and so is your art🥹💖 as for tips on writing a longfic and brainstorming and motivation and stuff, my motivation was my brainrot and unhappiness with the canon story/ending LMAOO, and looking at the story of the game and playing around with what i was unhappy with/what i WISHED could have happened instead, was a lot easier than just coming up with plotlines from scratch. but something i highly recommend is just OUTLINING and making a timeline, one of my fav parts of writing was just putting on some cafe ambience in the background and doing stream of conscious type word documents where id just barf ideas and then worry about making it pretty later....like look at how many versions of the same chapter i have BAHAHA or like different renditions bc i couldnt decide if id wanna keep a scene/what order, so id make a timeline and keep smoothing things out until i was happy with it and whatnot

brainstorming is defs my fav part of the process and the most helpful part to me. just getting a blank document and writing stuff you want to happen without worrying about how it connects to the story, and then a lot of the times as i was doing that id just keep going and it would kinda tie itself together/id come up with a solution as i was writing / once the ideas kept flowing. so basically : TIMELINES AND OUTLINES I VERY MUCH RECOMMEND, but very low pressure and barebones ones. for example, this is what my outlines/brainstorming look like

its honestly just me talking to myself LMAO, and a lot of the time ill interject and be like "OH YEAH AND THEN THIS CAN HAPPEN" as the ideas come while im writing BAHAHA. its a super fun process and honestly nothing feels better than just getting hit with that flash of inspo, and since its all very low effort theres no pressure to actually write well and its just a chill fun time AND GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR OWN PROCESS / WRITING💖💖����it can be difficult but HOPE U HAVE FUN TOO💖💖

@a-little-lysdexic WAIT REALLY?? LMFAOO OMG THATS CRAZY....SAME BRAIN...🤝🤝...that would trip me up so much if i were you omg BAHHAHA but aside from having similar tastes in names, IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART AS WELL, TYY💖💖💖

THANK YOUUU im glad you're liking it!!! and that its taking over your life BAHAHA💖💖 the video you're thinking of was by @silverxstardust for chapter 13 of my fic, and you can watch the video here! (AND TY AGAIN TO SILVERXSTARDUST FOR DOING THIS!)

[blue-jisungs]

another idea i had and was gonna write i swear i have so many i abandoned but i will give them to u now LMAO but ricky!!! specifically this ricky with the mask!!!

ofc masquerade ball and im just thinking abt his deep sophisticated voice like whispering in ur ear skdjksdk oh my god

perfume scented letters

# author's note ... zanzan i fear u ate with that req ?! hes soooo royalty coded i couldnt wait to finish it up hehe i hope u like it<3

# warnings ... yn is really coquette pink girly lmfao i just felt like it ?! xiaoting cameo bc yk, haha,,, ricky n her are under wakeone..... both r chinese............ wow... wow genius ?!

# word count ... 1465

a dreamy sigh left your lips as you stared off into the distance. the panoramic view from your window displayed the beautiful royal gardens, basking in the summer sun. your favorite place was the marble fountain, with a woman statue adorning its top. on days such as these you normally sit there and read books; however, today you need to get ready for the ball.

the sweet smell of fresh flowers and strawberry cookies filled your room with the entrance of your maid, xiaoting. 

“is everything alright, my lady?” she asked softly, resting down the plate on the countertop of your golden framed vanity. you quickly moved some letters that were resting there, quickly putting them onto one of the drawers.

“naturally. de facto, i feel rather fabulous. how could i not?” you sent the girl a playful smile and reached for the cup of rose tea that she had prepared. 

you allowed your mind to drift away as xiaoting called other maids and the started preparing your dress for tonight. 

this night marked the 30th anniversary of your parents’ wedding and they decided to organize a masquerade ball since they met at one. you were excited, the thrill of mystery buzzed through your veins. 

you did hope, however, that one particular man was going to be here too. your correspondent… well, fiancé. your heart longed for him more than words could express. quanrui was a prince from another country, who visited your lands three years ago. even though it wasn’t his offer to marry you – rather, it was both of your parents’ incentives – you just established an immediate rapport. alas, you only had a week to share precious moments and make memories that you’d treasure forever before quanrui’s journey back home. ever since you haven’t seen him… nevertheless, he started writing letters to you. and you were writing back. 

quanrui’s letters were always of the highest quality. the texture of the cotton paper he used was always feeling luxurious under your fingertips and took his black and gold ink well. additionally, his handwriting itself was a piece of art. his cursive looked majestic, as if taken out straight out of history books. sometimes he used gold ink to emphasize certain words or, which was a more frequent occurrence, to sign the letter. however, a trait of his letters that you cherished the most was probably the way they smelled. quanrui started spraying them with his fragrance (and you started doing that as well, decorating the end of an letter with a kiss. quanrui would often trace the shape of your lipstick with his fingers but would never admit that) so you could feel a small ounce of his presence. soon enough the drawer where you kept the letters would start to smell like him too. 

there was a sealed deal between your families that once quanrui’s prince duties allow him to take a rest and travel back to your land, the marriage could take place. however, as for what your beloved explained to you, there was no upcoming moment of peace. 

you understood that. but there was a spilling feeling of bitterness that wouldn’t stop filling your lovesick heart. 

you bowed gently to your parents and handed them a gift wrapped in the finest silk in the shade of a blooming rose. your mother accepted it and placed a tender kiss on your cheek. 

“thank you, dear. nevertheless, you’re the best gift life could give us. now go have fun, dove” she smiled politely and your father nodded. 

“will do, mother” you replied and turned around to enter the ballroom. 

you fixed your mask – white with hand painted small pink roses. it was framed with gold on the edges and had a small, also pink, feather. you asked the mask maker to add a golden string so it wouldn’t require your hands holding it all the time. 

it matched with your dress. obviously it had tons of layers, a corset, and puffy sleeves but it wasn’t too restraining. it’s color was similar to the peonies in the royal garden – adorned with bows and details in white and lighter shades of pink. it all composed beautifully, especially with a golden necklace resting between your collarbones. quanrui sent you the piece of jewelry once, attached to a letter. you’ve worn it ever since. it was shaped like a heart and had his initials engraved. even though you never told him that, this gift pretty much reflected your real heart. you kept him in it all the time. 

you touched it, fingers brushing against the cold metal in a reassuring motion. with a small sigh escaping your lips, you entered the room. 

the ballroom was huge and beautifully decorated, the glow of chandeliers lit up the place. gold and marble ornaments were placed around the room in a cohesive manner. various foods displayed on porcelain plates were more tempting than devil by a window, smells and colors catching attention. the music was stunning, enchanting one’s legs to keep dancing. 

however, it all seemed bland and mediocre without quanrui by your side. you would trade this room and all the goods in a heartbeat if that meant seeing your lover.

you were asked to dance by someone, probably one of the governors. you tried to keep a conversation with him but couldn’t help your mind from wandering. the governor was skilled in dancing and respectful - he held your hand gently. 

the night was passing painfully slowly, like melting ice. song after song, dance after face, chat after chat. you were absent minded, allowing people to lead you in the swirl of dances. 

“may i have this one?” 

you just nodded, in your head already planning what to tell quanrui in your letter. you were going to write it as soon as you came back to your chamber. 

the young man who asked you grabbed your hand and bent his knee to place a kiss atop of it. the gesture was sweet (alas, it would be sweeter if quanrui executed it). 

then, he stood up. he was quite tall, his blonde hair were pushed back stylishly. a strand or two fell on his forehead. the mask he was wearing was lacy. an unusual choice; nonetheless, it was pretty. black and thin, you wondered if a gust of wind would be able to blow it away. you could see the outline of his eyes but not them fully. 

he was also dressed in a well fitted, black suit with golden details, such as earrings. 

the man leaned closer, lips next to your ear. 

to be frank, you smelled it first. 

the peculiar scent. 

the scent that quanrui’s letters carry. the fragrance that emerges from the drawer you keep his letters in. the aroma that you can’t get out of your mind. 

his lips ghost over your ear. if you weren’t somehow sure before, you are now. 

“you look breathtaking, darling” 

your arms wrap around his neck and instantly pull him into a hug, too shy to kiss him. quanrui’s hands gently hold your waist closer and you breathe in his perfume, melt in his hold. 

“is this a dream? please don’t wake me up” you mumbled, face pressed in his neck. a low chuckle vibrated through his throat as he caressed your waist. 

“i’m standing right here, tangible” quanrui said and smiled. his heart was pounding against this ribcage at an unprecedented rate “shall we dance?” 

you nodded enthusiastically and leaned away, suddenly everything surrounding you gaining more color. his tender hands remained on your waist and you put yours on his shoulders. despite not seeing his eyes, you did feel his gaze on you. 

his pretty lips were shaped in a whipped smile as he rocked you two to the rhythm. 

“why… why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, not able to look away from him. 

“i realized the letter wouldn’t arrive in time so i decided to surprise you. my heart couldn’t wait longer, i just had to see you” quanrui whispered and “y/n, your letters kept me sane everyday”

“yours as well, i… i stored them” you admitted shyly, biting down on your bottom lip gently “you… you do realize what your arrival means?”

he grinned, nodding his head. 

“i am fully aware” quanrui hummed and leaned closer, leaning his forehead against yours. a proud smile was dancing on his lips “we can get married”

up close you could see the outline of his eyes, even his long lashes. 

“can i ask you for one favor?” you asked, hands sliding to the back of his neck.

“everything you wish for” quanrui mumbled.

“kiss me, please” a whisper, barely audible, left your lips. alas, he heard you. 

and with a tender, honey-alike kiss he sealed his promise.

masterlist <3

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[imustbenuts]

nuts reading in jp 10 - i think vash is stressed + wolfwood's debut

a continuation of a prev post i made about vash switching his pronouns as of chapter 18. personal interpretation and all that.

in that post i highlighted a very surface concept of hierarchy with the pronouns thing.

but to re-summarize what i think im seeing so far: when Vash uses Boku he's keeping a low profile or handing off the flow of the situation to another party, and when he uses Ore he's trying to assert some level of control over the situation. (with more ill get into later)

stranger scenario^

example is the sand steamer arc. there with strangers its Boku. even with kaite during their initial meeting! but once BDN appears and theyre in the face of a dangerous, out of control situation he switches to Ore. for the rest of that arc, it's Ore down all the way.

i couldnt find any instances of him using either Boku or Ore in the geoplant & family legacy arc. assuming the characterization here is centered around the idea of control, and that he uses Boku with strangers, its probably still pre Legato intro behavior.

...yeah about legato.

once Legato appears the narrative quickly goes into Oh Shit mode. theres an ultimate antagonist. antagonist is about to unleash hell on not just Vash, but the already struggling humans on a hostile planet. give them one final nail in the coffin. Vash switches to Ore as we are shown how dangerous and unhinged this yet unrevealed person is in full.

except this part in the flashback/reflection, where we have Vash monologuing in the present time as if he's speaking to Rem:

hes speaking without kanjis, implying hes speaking like a child in his mind. vash uses Boku here to imply that hes lost/unsure/not in control, so that aspect isnt going anywhere. its rather being now hidden under new layers thats being revealed, and building ever up.

that layer, i think, being stress

fast forward and more destruction happens, monev the gale appears, legato does legato things, and the insurance girls pay Vash a visit.

and here i think is something of a budding relationship starting to happen

another aspect of the Ore pronoun is that its more than fine to use within the context of friends. bc theres no real higher or lower standings existing in a friendly context, so to use Ore can be a sign of familiarity or closeness.

and in the context of that scene it is very close to that since the girls are seeing Vash half naked with histories scarred into his flesh. hes open, hes vulnerable, the girls are seeing vash as vash and not The Stampede. (ofc he doesnt tell them straight about his history, the loner's lips are pretty tight on that)

but also again, he's stressed. and then it gets worse when Monev is revealed to be killed anyway after having Vash spare his life.

its probably at this point where the situation is so out of control that he points his gun towards Legato and oop. more Ore. and the lines are so aggressive here, you can tell Vash is out of it.

then chapter 18, or, vol 2 ch 6. vash sits in a bus with the insurance girls and is looking very out of it as noted by milly. the narrative lets us peek into his head and he's thinking about Legato.

and while theres a moment of comedic lightness with him getting freaked out by how freaky legato can be, legato gets more scenes fleshing out how messed up and contradictory he can be. the narrative wants us to know its all serious business going foward.

so my reading of all these: when the situation is so messed up and out of control, Vash uses Ore possibly as 2 things. 1) a stress response, and 2) to wrestle some semblance of control here. bc if hes indeed so pacifistic that he has no true will to bite, he'd probably use Boku a whole lot more. but he isnt doing that.

(it does make me wonder about tristamp vash... nai's dynamic there is different and in this one he says hes actually scared of his brother. the themes of abuse again >_> studio orange can i eat u)

and then wolfwood appears. yay. unfortunately, i dont have a concrete answer of how permanent the Ore is still at this point, since vash actually doesnt use either until a little after meeting wolfwood.

i can only say that these two's meeting in the manga is less cheery than in the 98 anime, bc vash here is reluctant to shake hands with the man with the kansai ben.

possibly bc he doesnt trust him... yet. (vash here seems to be portrayed as a loner, so it probably tracks with that.)

its only after wolfwood giving what little of his money to 2 raggedly looking kids that vash has this moment of connection with wolfwood. so far vash is shown to be good with kids and even likes them. and wolfwood is the same!

this scene below gets talked about a lot from what ive been seeing online. my extra take: interestingly this reads like wolfwood blasted a lot of vash's stress away even for a moment.

wolfwood then expresses that he sees through vash's empty smile, quite brashly climbing over one of the (possibly many) walls vash has.

all of this leads into the first proper connection between the two. vash's first pronoun usage towards wolfwood is a very friendly Ore.

yay. what a scene.

(the boku thing pops up later in the trimax Shoot Me scene between the two of them. their dynamic is so fun and its not even close to over yet. feels like nightow must have been going wheeee when hes drawing all of these...)

[kindred-spirit-93]

helloo who is your favourite character in epic the musical

hi anon!! polites my beloved darling pancake bespectacled loml <3

good lord i just realised ive never had the chance to really go insane about how much i love him and how i interpret his character & the headcanons and lore i have for him bc of studies and exams. but now that im free..... muehehehe >:3

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AIGHT SO my first biggest and most prominent and by far the dearest headcanon to my heart (which is literally canon atp lol) is him being a medic! my bias for medical/ healthcare centric characters is showing lmao. sue me

as a medical student theres so much you learn about life and death both literally and metaphorically while studying. so many disciplines intersect with one another to create the art of healing, and albeit different from what is studied today, civilisations past had all sorts of fascinating ideas and concepts and cures and protocols when it came to health and wellness, ancient greece was no different!

to me he learnt all about medicine by shadowing the palace physician, possibly even being his apprentice, and benefiting from the royal library. courtesy of prince odysseus lol

(the lore i have isnt solid and still needs to be worked on, like for the oc twin sister i gave him hes the medic and shes the apothecary, but for epic purposes he serves as both lol. and is a childhood friend of ody and natives of ithaca. anyway)

and during troy he manages the medical tent and oversees it, leaving little time for actual soldier-ing, but dont let his kind smile and soft hands fool you, he can and will deck you before you can say suture.

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something i see a lot of in the fandom with his philosophy of open arms is equating him to a smol bean whos too pure for this world and avoided fighting bc it made him sad uwu. and while he is indeed the most cinammon roll to exist i couldnt disagree more;

my mans lived through a decade of war u can bet his headband he slayed, literally and metaphorically, on the battlefield like it was nobodies business *snort*. he too has got blood on his hands and it isnt necessarily from patching up wounds.

if theres one thing medicine teaches you its both the beauty and tragedy that is life (and to me the wonder of creation); to know and understand deeply how imbalance affects the body and leads to illness isnt easy, studies have been shown that those in healthcare experience the pain of their patients.

being in charge of the livlihood of others can be extremely draining, bedside manner and taking the patients psychology into account are crucial and factor into the healing process. being a medic is no simple feat and needs a lot of resilience and healthy coping mechanisms to avoid burn out and a myriad of long term problems.

anyway all this to say if anyone dares to say polites is weak or innocent i will disembowel them with a rusty spoon. i havent reached my clinical years yet and im already done with everyhting. i can write volumes abt this honestly but this is getting long enough already lol

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back to post troy when polites tells odysseus to take it easy "do yourself a service, and try to relax, my friend", in my heart of hearts the way i see this is as polites recognising how much damage ody has been dealt during the war, being hypervigilant and ready for combat at all times takes its toll on you and he sees that; "look at how you grip your sword, enough said", right after he advises him to extend trust and start with kindness.

the reason being the outside world isnt a battle field and he (along with the entire army ofc) needs to ease into society and life beyond war. now polites being a medic one of the things he exercises is compartmentalisation (which u need to stay sane. source: me) and this is what he teaches ody. "here we have a chance for some adjustment"

life is indeed amazing when you learn to greet it with an open heart and mind, and even tho we all know the fates are much less benevolent, i fully believe its still an important mentality to embrace and in many ways a skill to hone.

"id like to show my friend that kindness is brave" this is conjecture on my part but i like to think polites is reaffirming to ody that kindness isnt a weakness but a strength, again not out of naivety but of wisdom and experience, that doing good is more rewarding than not, but esp this next bit:

"i see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart so why not replace it and light up the world?" i will cry if i think about this too hard, but in essence poli has diagnosed so to speak ody and its has prescribed and walked him through a regimen of compassion and leading with peace.

odysseus has masterminded a decade long war, where he had to use trickery and guile and lies and strategy to win and make his way back home. ig its up to you how u want to see how odysseus deals with the pain and trauma of war and the suffering hes played a part in (if were sticking with epic we know fs that his actions haunt his days as seen throughout the musical esp via repeating motifs) and its taken its toll and polites bless him is guiding his friend through his grief, a grief he is no stranger to. ofc hes skeptical at first "thats what wed get with pen arms" but follows through with the philosophy and the rest is history lol

in all honesty i have no idea how much mental health and the psyche featured in the epics nor to what extent it was studied in ancient greece from a medical point of view but this is my interpretation i can do whatever i want let me have this pls :')

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AND THEN we get to the ithaca saga when le suitor proposes to ody to have open arms instead, lots of posts circulated abt polites passing out in the underworld bc of the violence and generally disagreeing with odys iconic "no." and to those people im shaking u by the shoulders and begging u to understand that polites is wearing war paint and the stupid foam finger with #1 monster scribbled on it and probably deafening tiresias as he watches the carnage.

his philosophy has been disgraced and used as a last ditch effort at saving his own neck (you cant convince me he was being serious lol, pretty sure he was trying to buy time bc aint no way 10 years of desecrating ur kings palace and hes going to let yall go just like that? nah son) of course hes losing his shit and yelling at ody to beat their asses and make them pay for plotting against tele and penelope.

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anyway yes hes my bean i adore him hes just like me frfr i look forward to writing for him (and maybe polibia hehe) in the future :3 tysm to anyone reading this far lmao.

@howmanyholesinswisscheese its ya boi :]

[radioroxx]

hi pluto i’m here to ask if u have any isat headcanons. about anybody! hope u have a good sunday :))

HAPPY SUNDAY VIA can i call you via. hello

ive mentioned my tattoo hcs before but im gonna expand on them as best i can rn because i think about it occasionally (i am making a lot of this up. right now! for you!)

ok so odile has a lower back tattoo she got in her 20s and i feel very strongly about this one 1. because i think its funny 2. because it makes her 10x cooler. the other day in my moots disc we talked about the idea of odile having a past polycule that she broke off from and so ive adopted that idea and decided the tattoo is a matching one. she does not regret it at all and is still (somewhat) in touch with her ex’s. siffrin was the first person she told about this, drunkenly btw, and for months afterwards he couldnt remember if it was Actually Real or just something his brain made up (and they were too scared to ask lol)

siffrin has star tattoos on his back and shoulders! i was considering giving him sleeves but i changed my mind,, he got them while he was still travelling on his own. possibly theres a region that is more well known for tattooing (havent decided what this would be though)! he was interested from a ‘learning about new culture’ perspective, also just because Why Not. he chose to get stars because it felt right. he somewhat regrets it. (maybe, post canon and later on their journey, he would try out something else. different designs. things inspired by his family! or things he wants to remember)

isabeau has no tattoos. not from not wanting them, but from just never really having the interest. UNTIL travelling with the party. until staying up late with sif in their shared tent and finding out that, on his travels, he learned how to (very basically) give people tattoos. and begs him for one. its like 2am and neither of them are thinking clearly so they agree. they ‘borrow’ odiles ink pot she uses for writing, a sewing needle that isa happens to have on hand, aaaand it. goes very poorly. as youd imagine. he is lucky to have the long sleeves to cover it up. whatever design theyd been going for was absolutely not achieved. but! he cherishes the memories regardless. (incredibly, they would try this twice. the second time would be after bonnie joined the crew, who would catch them awake, beg siffrin for a tattoo of their own, be told ‘no’, but would still be allowed to watch as long as they PROMISE not to tattle to madame and mira in the morning. bonnie absolutely tattles).

mira! does not seem like a tattoo person to me. i think she would be intimidated by the idea- partially in relation to the change belief, partially because she wouldnt know what to get. i like to think tattoos are probably pretty controversial to the religion… some people think they are a very powerful form of change! something you cant take back. others disagree for the same reason, that its permanent. so pre canon no tattoos for her. but!! but! as i mentioned before with siffrin getting tattoos for his family, i think mira might consider something as well (confidence boosted by the fact that the others will be matching). other than that though, it just doesnt appeal to her much.

bonnie has no tattoos also aaand it will stay that way for. a little bit. this is something that upsets them greatly because i also like to believe that nille has PLENTY of tattoos! possibly some she even got when she was much much younger! irresponsibly, of course, and many of them are regrettable. so she steers bonnie away from making that same mistake too young (tries to encourage them to wait until they are 18 at least). maybe bambouche as a whole is a very tattoo-supportive town, which is where bonnie got their interest. this does not stop them from making little paintings up their arms and having the others help out as well, to make up for it, in a non-permanent way.

i havent actually designed what any of their tattoos would look like… thats gotta be something i sit down to think about,,, one day maybe ehe

[jacedified]

things i cant stop thinking about !!

most of this is going to imperium related so enjoy my brain turning mwah

also pls ignore my mid sentence rambling i have a serious problem

warnings: gore/mentions of death , violence , imperium , swearing :D , adult with internet access cant shut up

- yandere caller being a shade

(someone said this on a hc list and now im actively running with it)

- sams eyes being brown

(as a brown eye haver i know he misses them dearly and i wnna give him the worlds sweetest biggest longest hug)

- the idea of gavin “slicing” peoples threads for kody in imperium

(forcing my husband ((i need therapy im married to a fictional incubus)) to do such acts simply because you want to you sick freak ILL FUCKING KILL U- oh wait gavin already did xoxo kiss my ass from hell kody)

- the look on kodys face at the end of it all

(as previously stated i wanted that man dead.. i just wanna make sure hes actually gone yknow)

- what asher’s smile looked like when him and david were together (imperium)

(knowing that david was gone, hearing the random audience member asking for david to be alive and left alone in the first imperium video, knowing they were mates, knowing how heartbroken asher was after his death i just wanna see them happy maann ((it feels criminal to use emojis on tumblr)) 😭😭)

- if lasko calling freelancer “my dear” when you first met him in the haven was a sneak peek for his later ((is the word prime for like normal redacted universe characters i can’t remember, like prime lasko yada yada)) listeners name

- if no one was watching gavin WOULD HE HAD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IMP!HUXLEY???

(the amount of shit talking hux did when freelancer and gavin first get to the haven had me ready to fight in an instant ((it mightve just been my overwhelming adoration for gavin but still)) like he was acting like an annoying jock who gets a job as security for some fuck ass rich university and thinks hes on top of the world like dont piss me off huxley or damien gets it in the other universe so help me god)

- is anyone else as attracted to the tension between vincent and asher in imperium as i am..

(i have no words for how “yippee kicking my feet happy smiley kiss now kiss now what if u kissed rn” i was when asher and vincent are talking but also i feel like pet ((is that vincents listeners name or vegas I CANT REMEMBER PLS)) was behind a door listening in and getting jealous bc “that should be me holding your hand..”

… excuse the outburst)

- vampire milo.. thats all

(GAWD hes so hot like he always is and always has been but jesus FUCKING christ theres something about him having been a vamp did something to me that i cant even explain)

- what was avior saying to lasko to make him irritated with him..

(i mean yeah hes a yapper but i feel like it was just “hey we need help down here” and lasko rolling his eyes and waiting two weeks before actually doing anything)

- WHERE TF IS ELLIOT WHERE TF IS SUNSHINE CAN I BEAT BLAKES ASS??

- what would have happened had milo not broken the ward

(again someone else mentioned this ((i would tag them but it was 6hrs ago and i was just scrolling and reading)) and now i cant stop thinking about it)

- what is avior hearing in his last video

(its been a while since ive actually listened to aviors playlist again but there was a voice or sounds he was hearing after getting out of the meridian and its just been on my mind)

- gavin having a myspace account

(he would love myspace i just know he would and i feel like he’d be an avid tumblr user but like its just him posting his favorite pics of himself from the week and updates on whatever small pet him and freelancer would very obviously inevitably get bc he saw it in a pet store or on the street and couldnt resist)

- what happens when freelancer gets old..

(freelancer is just that.. a freelancer. they arent a vamp, or a demon, or even some secret third thing.. what happens to them and gav when they get old. have they had that talk yet? i shouldnt think about this bc it makes me spiral into a bucket of tears and sadness bc its the same thing with sam and darlin’ like we wont know what theyll do when their partners get old and they are still young and immortal.. sigh 😔)

- can i cut the meridian open with a knife if i tried?

(how thin is the meridian? how easy is it to access? how long would it take me to literally stab it open? ((i have serious issues)) )

- imp!damien..

(yea i have a crush on him or whatever nothing crazy)

- is the person asher catches in imperium baabe or is it just random listener #18683 ?

(obviously my first thought when i listened to imperium like a year ago i thought baabe nd asher would be together ((i was delusional and on an asher high)) but then when it was revealed that he and david were mates in that universe did that mean baabe just doesnt exist or are they the person that gets caught by him or again some secret third thing)

- what happens to angel in the mess that is imperium, honestly what happens to all the shaw pack listeners

(obviously sweetheart is left out of this equation bc them and milo are still happily obsessed with each other in every universe BUT angel, baabe, and darlin where yall at??)

- WHERE ARE THE AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE EMPATHY DEMONS IN IMPERIUM UNIVERSE??

(this just popped into my mind but WHERE IS MY SON?? what have u done with my son WHERE IS MY SON??!!?)

- is anyone else as obsessed with just erik and his mind?

(that handsome blessing to my youtuber universe.. i could listen to him babble for hours and will do so bc it feeds my “listening to nerdy man babble on abt his fixations” quota)

- what imperium versions of characters do people prefer over their counterparts

(personally i prefer imp! huxley, damien, and vincent over their prime versions ((still dont know if im using the term prime in the right context)) idk what it is but well i know what it is for huxley and damien but we dont need to get into why i dont like hux and dames rn :D but for vincent i just like seeing a different version of him i think.. hes so confident with his decisions, and knows what he wants in imperium i just want that for regular vince too.. sigh)

uhh anyways.. i think thats enough thinking for now, going back to sleep

stay safe out there

[infamouzsky]

Because you said you love rambeling about lore and you are looking for excuses to talk about it redeem this cupon for one free lore ramble, any topic

OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT U JUST DONE

SIT BACK AND RELAX CUZ THE GOATS UNIVERSE HAS BEEN IN MY MIND THE WHOLE WEEK + SOME HEKET RAMBLING Cuz I got her a partner idea hehehe <3

LONG RAMBLING UNDER THE CUT!!! (btw bless chu I appreciate u <3 )

ABOUT CULT OF THE GOAT AU:

About the Purple Crown: Ive been seeing a lot of interpretations of Goat's Crown going around and honestly Id like to put in my cents: I dont think the Crown being purple changes who the owner was, because the eye shape is still the same as Lamb's Which brings me to think that, just like how in COTL everything seems to be colored after warmer/reddish colors, everything in Goat's universe must be following cooler/purpleish palettes What does that mean to me? That ALL the other Crowns are of different colors as well, maybe a colder one compared to their original ones

Im still thinking about what each of them would be here but so far I like to think that Yellow -> Ocean green?? Green -> Blue Blue -> dark pink? Purple -> Cyan/White

I think the Crown shapes would still be the same + what each Bishop's domain would be as well

About Aym and Baal: They were never offered to Narinder. Shamura didnt have that compassion. They were so mad at their brother that they couldnt bring themselves to consider his feelings for being banished. Neither did any of the other siblings, for they wouldve been too busy fighting off Old Gods and hunting for empowerment

So where are Aym and Baal? Theyre alive! With Forneus! And both of them are lil jerks as much as their mother Taught to steal, lie and fight, all in order to survive no matter what. The twins have already expressed wanting to go out and explore the world, but Forneus refuses to let her kids go, much for her own selfish reasons of them being the only things that make her happy in this fcked up world AND because, of course, she loves them. She knows how cruel the world has turned into, she does not want to lose them Aym and Baal never met Narinder, and Narinder never met them Maybe eventually, while Goat is out in a crusade, they shall cross paths........as enemies

About the Purgatory: This is still smtng I am speculating about, but what I have so far: instead of it being MS to tell the Goat to free the Bishops from their deserved-suffering, itd be them asking the deity if such thing was possible, because Narinder wouldve been feeling bad about it He believes that his siblings could change over time, especially now that the Crowns were relinquished by the Goats power, and so they are allowed to have that chance This would unlock many scenarios of the Bishops actively trying to take over the cult, run away or kill the Goat + their followers. It is smtng Ill let cook for a while more

IF ANYTHING Id just- leave them dead lol they wouldnt be redeemable in this world (BUT BECAUSE I LOVE MY SKRUNKLIES EQUALLY ILL TRY TO MAKE IT WORK-)

ABOUT HEKET: Ehehehe I accidentally started shipping her with my follower OC Astrid so we'll see how it goes

Astrid is someone who keeps to herself for the sake of others; she is not used to opening up and oftentimes believes her pain is not worth of complains compared to others she is caring for However, she is very much talkative, maybe as a way to make her forget her problems Whilst Heket she- well. She cant. Talk much it hurts like hell UASHDNJASMDK

SO WE HAVE A TALKATIVE BUBBLY GF WITh her mostly quiet butch wife that shes constantly having to change the bandages of <3

I have a dialogue set up for them which I shall get to drawing a comic for as soon as I am done with thIS CURRENT COMIC-

ANYWAYS thats the ramblings for now, HOPE YALL LIKE THE IDEAS bless u again for givng me a free pass made me rlly happy MWEHE,,!! 💜💜💜

[hyuneskkami]

also, second one (cause i couldnt resist)

if u seek amy! i think thatll be fun

my hobby is reading and playing the guitar!

i think i read like fifty books last year..

my fav books are pjo tlt (its nostalgic ok!!) and the hunger games series

i like to play mostly taylor swift and gracie abrams songs on the guitar!

i basically steal my sisters guitar whenever i want to play cause i dont have my own lol (im better than her)

my favorite taylor swift song is youre on your own kid

my favorite gracie abrams song is feels like

my favorite color is yellow (pretty obvious i think) it reminds me of sunshine and just overall happy things yk?

my favorite season is spring! the flowers start blooming and theyre so pretty (downside are the bugs)

i have a lot of favorite shows: stranger things, brooklyn 99, the good place, modern family

my favorite subject is chemistry! i love learning about the world around me and its properties etcetc

some random stuff about my personality: i get distracted so easily its a nightmare to study, i am an emotional wreck i cry easily, definitely a night owl, hufflepuff, daughter of poseidon

i dont mind if u pick someone from a book i dont recognise, that will just give me incentive to read it!!!

oh forgot to mention im a straight girl

love uuuu and congrats again!!!

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

CORASON⭑.ᐟ

⟢ “I love you, okay, darling!”

a/n: okay but the way the ship name is corason? which sounds so close to corazon? which means like ‘my dear’ in italian, I think?? MADE FOR EACH OTHER MUCH 🤭💓

I think you’d best match with jason grace!

I mean, daughter of poseidon x son of jupiter? hello?? PERFECTION!!

jason would learn to play the piano while you play the guitar, so you guys could play music together

he LOVES laying on your stomach while you read on your bed and run your fingers through his hair

^ sometimes, he even falls asleep like that, and you both slowly shift into cuddling

he definitely hypes you up to finish your goodreads reading goal, if not exceed it (what can I say? he’s jason grace)

he definitely went to the ballad of songbirds and snakes movie with you (supportive bfs even when they have no idea what you read/watch >>)

he once asked you why you love yoyok by taylor, and straight up bawled while you explained to him what the song meant

he’s a very sunshine-y person, just like you, so when you guys are together, leo pretends to faint and says “too much sun! i’m getting sunstroke! help!!” and he thinks he’s really funny (i’d laugh, ngl <3)

come springtime, he lets you put all the flowers you collect over the summer into his hair

^ he also does the rapunzel braid on your hair and puts in matching flowers in it

(he drives away the bugs for you, dw!)

in an au, he’d never have heard of any tv shows, but after hearing you yap to him about them, he watches them ALL and makes notes about them too (about what? only he knows.)

okay, here we’re going off the rails so badly, but it’s a very ooc and personal hc of mine: jason sucks ASS at geography and chemistry. he will literally breakdown at the very thought of them.

he gets you to help him out with the chemistry part, and he teaches you math (if you’re not good at it already)!

he makes sure you don’t let yourself get burnt out while studying, and also makes sure you don’t get distracted and procrastinate

he comforts you at any time of the day: you say it, he’ll be over asap to give you free cuddles with your favourite chocolates & drinks

sometimes, he doesn’t even need you to tell him. he’ll just. know. when you’re feeling off. and his jacie senses tingle, and he calls you up and goes, “is it cuddletime?” and then drives over

while you’re a night owl, he’s an early bird (he must teach me his way, tho, because h o w)

^ you stay up till 2-3 am reading/studying and wake up by 9 or 10 am, while he sleeps by 10 pm and wakes up by 5 am to the dot

so you guys leave each other sticky notes before going to bed for the other one to see when they wake up

you guys 100% go on bookstore dates (he buys you everything you can carry on your own), library/study dates (especially while grinding during finals szn), museum dates (to mock the statues), beach dates (so he can get mesmerised while watching you do silly little tricks with the water and talk to the fishies), etc.

his love language is 101% physical touch & acts of service <3

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[squid-ink-symphony]

ok time to talk about my fav agent ships bcuz i am v normal (also i am a multishipper so i like a lot of stuff)

First off: 4 x 8!!!! my beloveds!!! and they were roommates! i see this sort of a mirror of pearlina in a way since 4 would show 8 around and 4 is also a chaos gremlin(but more competent than pearl in a lot of ways). and 8 rlly looks up to marina i think(pearl too ofc) and i like the idea of marina teasing her like "wow u also have a short squid gf?". also just like.. their dynamic is so everything to me. both of them are so gender like 4 is a boy who is kind of a girl. and 8 is a girl who is kind of a boy. do you see my vision? they are made for each other. and i can see them being like pearlina but in a new era since 8 doesnt have to worry about telling 4 shes an octoling. so both of them can get to know each other and share their cultures in a way that pearl and marina couldnt up until post octo expansion. just like THE PARALLELS OK???? and i dont just like them cuz i also like pearlina. i like them for their own unique dynamic. they just fit together so well. i think they compliment each others strengths and weaknesses while also not being so different that they cant get along.

next: 3 x neo 3. i thought 4 x 8 was underrated... but this??? ig its just cuz 3 has more popular ships and neo 3 is so new. i know a lot of ppl view them more as a mentor situation w neo 3 being much younger. but in my mind i just cannot picture the agents hanging out w 3, 8, and 4 all being late teens/early 20s and then just..... 16 yo neo 3.. it does work sometimes if u view them as like a younger sibling or just the younger one of the group. or even just like.. there. i can see them as an apprenitce of sorts to 3. and thats cool and all but since im not that young and i project on my agents when i play as them in my mind neo 3 is in the 17-19 range. but i see them as 18 specifically. so 18 yo neo 3 and 21 yo 3. and in my mind 3 is kinda silly(have u seen them in splat1?) but trying to be professional and takes a look at neo 3 w all their terrible looking ripped up clothes and questionable hygiene and scavenger swag and goes "how could i not be attracted to that?". and 3 tries not to show it cuz like.. this is their new recruit??? and yet 3 finds themselves going easy on neo 3 andbeing rlly sweet. and callie or marie catches on and probably teases them about it in private. and callie tries to play matchmaker or see if neo 3 likes 3. and on the other end..... neo 3 is probably distracted when they first meet 3. but when they are taking a break at the camp hanging out w lil buddy they finally notice 3. and neo 3 finally takes a look at them. and its like?? not love at first sight like it was w 3. but neo 3 likes them. no offense to agents 1 and 2, but neo 3 immediately lowkey distrusted them since they looked too "pristine" if that makes any sense? so neo 3 sees 3 and is like!!! !!!!! this is my new bestie!!!! and starts becoming attached to 3. and so neo 3 comes to bother 3 at their seat and talk to them and 3 gets so flustered but doesnt show it and only 1 and 2 can tell. and they continue to poke fun at 3. and lowkey try to hint to neo 3. but neo 3 is a brick wall when it comes to sublety. but then eventually they realize they like 3. so they gather a bunch of cool rocks and shiny things off the floor and walk up to 3 and go "here take this and also please be my partner" and 3 is so in love. and they flirt constantly and both of them hate taking showers and have to be reminded to . and also little buddy is their new child (jokingly. i see lil buddy as neo 3s younger sibling) i can see neo 3 coming up to 3 and flirting w them and 3 flirting back and them getting distracted and aro marie coming in to jokingy make fun of them and tell them to get back to work. and when the rest of the agents meet neo 3 they would jokingly get mad that neo 3 gets special treatment from 3.

anyway.... also 3 x 4 x 8 x neo 3..... it is a top tier poly ship. all of them. i think 3, 4, and 8 would get to know each other and date after octo expansion takes place. and then when 3 has to deal w splat 3s story mode they meet neo 3 and fall in love and they meet back up w 4 and 8 and is like yooo..... uhh... what if i just.... expanded the polycule? and the other 2 were like ur literally so swagless (but we love u) how did u do that? and then 3 brings out neo 3 and the other are just like.... oh god theres another one. anyway i think they would get along w neo 3 too and maybe end up dating them as well

ALS MY MOST OBSCURE SHIP YET 4 x neo 3. this one is so good, like both of them are chaotic and goofy. yet 4 is a nerd and neo 3 is probably a war criminal. so like.. opposite sides of the insanity spectrum. they would hang out and neo 3 would ask how bombs are made and 4 would explain it thinking its just curiousity and then look over to see neo 3 contrusting a bomb out of everything around them. and its not like neo 3 is dumb. they are also smart just like.. not in a geeky book smarts way like 4 probably is. more like ... idk how to describe it but different? anyway their dynamic would be SO good. you just have to trust me on this.

[ikigaisvt]

if you were to ship your moots/anons with svt members what would the pairings be? (and why?) (just the ones that come to mind immediately)

HI!! omg im so sorry for answering this so late,, i've been sick and busy so i couldn't find the right time to answer,, but here we go now!!

@homerunhansol - definitely vernon wtf???? and i'm not saying this because he's her boy but - they would get along SO well. j is a really chill girl (except when she's simping on her boys), she loves movies and she goes to concerts pretty often and i feel like that's just vernon's vibe you know? like i'm pretty sure if vernon wasn't an idol or even working in music, he'd still be pretty big on music and go to so many concerts/festivals!! they'd be so cute togeether; in big gatherings they'd be in their own world, laughing at some videos and having conversations no one can understand but them.

@wqnwoos - for hana i'd say wonwoo AND I SWEAR I'M NOT BIASED, i just truly think people choose at least one bias they would get along with. they're both quiet people and on the shyer side but i feel like wonwoo would reach out to hana and get to know her (that's wonwoo for you hehe). they're both big on books and they love cats; they'd have the cutest reading dates and they would adopt a cat together (and name it after like a character they both like) also hana does have a cuter side to her personality and wonwoo would melt at any of her cuteness. (i could have said jeonghan too but i have someone else in mind unfortunately,,)

@lovelyhan - once again i am not biased but jeonghan would literally be so freaking in love with kai,, they have a certain vibe to them, they're so very sweet and adorable and that's just jeonghan's type for you? jeonghan absolutely adores anything cute and the boys have said multiple times he likes sweet people. he'd give them the sweetest hugs, kai could ask for anything and jeonghan would deliver! clearly they're a power couple hehe

@som1ig - for may i'd say hoshi and i don't even know why,, i feel like she'd either be able to control him and his antics or he'd get worse,, but they would be the funniest couple ever, pulling jokes after jokes and making everyone laugh! but when they're alone, hoshi would find a place to rest with may and would be able to drop the "i'm strong and never get tired" act (just like he can do with the members!)

@neejaatjeh - mingyu for sure! i feel like she is pretty extroverted and is not afraid to reach out and talk to new people and mingyu would adore that! he'd be able to be his goofiest self with her, make the worse jokes ever and she'd still hype him up,, and when he's in a calmer mood, she'd welcome him with open arms like she'd accept anything from him and he loves the security of being loved no matter what

@mansaesvt - i'd definitely say seungkwan for kiki! i may have gotten that idea bc of your big 3 in your bio (im so sorry, the astro girl in me couldnt be stopped) and it just Makes sense okay. i feel like you'd both need some time to get closer but once you realise how the other one gets you like no one does, it's game over, you're in it for life. seungkwan is the ultimate extrovert and i feel like she is too (with her aquarius rising + her mbti) but they both have quieter side to their personalities and i think it'd give seungkwan a lot of comfort to have someone a little bit like him by his side. he'd love resting with her, talking to her and when the time comes to got out and be extroverted again, they'd be together, pulling the biggest laughs out of people

finished~ i hope that was good enough,, i had a lot of fun!! and i hope my moots like my answers too, thank u hehe 🫶

[evanslittlecorner]

Ahh im sorry! My brain couldnt think of anything specific and fluffy despite wanting to, but i did send a nonny ask a while of go about a hypothetical scenario with Mansion Hybrid bois au in mind that didnt get posted so i was wondering if it'd be okay to ask u again here?

ITS LONG

In this hypothetical, MC is poly-sapphic-bi who absolutely Adores the Boys but goes on that 7 day business trip, and the business trip was actually a 'Hybrid Rights' conference, and they meet the absolute coolest(hottest) Hybrid rights activist lesbian who is a human, whom they develop a mega huge crush on her but she's just oblivious to it? And they invite her over for dinner to meet the boys and discuss some things

Around the Boys, MC is usually confident and in control, but around the activist, they become a blushing puddle of a yes-man no matter how ridiculous the idea

Bo probably who doesnt understand what the business dinner is about: oh! What if nachos were a hat?

MC dry affectionate: Bo honey that's the dumbest-

Activist (obviously joking): I think that's a great idea

MC melting into a puddle assuming she's serious: I-Yes! that is- Yknow I always thought that,, hot melted cheese should be closer,, to the scalp i mean 3rd degree burns aside u can always-you dont need to worry about uhm...perming-

Activist: *laughs* ur hilarious man, I love hangin out with you

MC (red as Jean and Ian's hair): I-well, Yeah! I love you-t-HANGING OUT- hanging out with you-As well, also, too, we're..*bi finger guns* so cool, together-but more like as friends together not married together unless u know u want to, together-

Activist *laughs again*

The Boys probably: -side eye-

Kinda similar to that Poison Ivy meets Catwoman scene in Harley Quinn As Im sure all queer sapphics can relate to, at least once in their life!

https://youtu.be/idB_9-X3xLM?si=jLOI_uy-5NllP-nt

But I digress I understand that the boys r distrustful of humans so would they try to manipulate MC somehow through the Activist or would their jealousy send them into murderous contempt?

Oh, they fucking hate this woman. First she rips you away from them for a whole week and now she just waltzes in like she owns the place? Like she owns you? This shit won't stand

Ian usually prefers more feminine clothes but he goes all out for this, wearing that beautiful dress you got him, and if you look close enough, that cute set of lingerie you've been waiting to see him in. If fem is what you want then fem is what you'll get. If he ever thinks the two of you are getting a bit too chummy he'll "accidently" cut his finger and let the tears flow so you're too focused on helping him to see the daggers he's starring at her

Jean is also very active during the dinner, constantly bringing up your relationship with all of them and how happy you are with them. If you try to ignore him he'll simply get up and walk behind you, glaring at the woman while he suckles on your neck

Jack, Shaun, and even Joseph are constantly showing off how strong they are in lightly concealed threats, Rory keeps asking if you're enjoying his cooking, Bo's got a low growl going on the whole time, and Nick's wings are puffed up for a fight

The only person who isn't there is Berry because he's too busy looking for dirt on this woman. And oh boy once he finds it he'll make a whole case file for it and confront he with it. Whether that confrontation happens in front of you or not depends on if that information would make you think less of her. If not he does it in privet

Needless to say, she's not welcome back

[kamiversee]

AGHHHHH tfl is so fkn good its crazy i saw one of the other anons saying they wanted gojo to be endgame and choso and i have never related to smth more in my entire life bc like at the beginnig (im ab to rant btw so im sorry😭🙏) gojo was like AHHHHH like he was my man like he was the loml (still is but u get it) but then yknow he started being a bit annoying and they had their fight and then choso came along JSGSYSGHAHDYDBSHSJD what i would give to read those first chapers that have choso again for the first time and he was the definition of loverboy like OMG but then yknow she said she couldnt be with him when i tell u i cried like i saw it coming but fuck that was sad and now shes fine with both of them and i cant make up my mind bc like gojo is og yknow i wanted them to end up together since chap 1 or 2 when he said he wanted or but like choso deserves the world and anything that makes him happy but like UGHHHH anyways ur writing is fantastic as u cant tell with how long this is HAHHAA and if u read this far thank u heres gift 🎁 (im so sorry for how long this is i just rlly needed to get my thoughts out😭😭)

I’ve genuinely always wanted to know what it’s like to read this entire fic in one go😭 sometimes I worry that things don’t flow or that my pacing is too fast or too slow SO I rlly do cherish these rants of how much your guys enjoy it🥹

Choso vs Gojo is one of the best ideas I’ve ever come up with it seems😭 Im happy you guys r conflicted, thts my goal after all <3

& dw abt the long message I LOVE IT.

[fanficfanatic000]

eddie munson x female reader

Chapter 18 (vecnafied) Story( i just moved to hawkins) Warning 18 plus .Spoilers ahead

It's a hallucination. Great. You turned around only to find the vecna. "Number 9 i thought you where dead" He says walking toward you "i-i guess im just hard to…. Catch" you didn't think you just sprinted forwards. Running while the vecna was walking.

Nancy pov: She was driving the bike with you on the back until suddenly you let go of her and fell backwards off the bike. Robin eddie and steve somewhat far behind "SShit! " I can't drag her the rest of the way at least not by myself… Nancy ran towards the other half of the group leaving you there shes trying to be quick. 4 minutes of her running toward the direction the other half of the group should be in. All while you're also running from the vecna. there they're "GUYS CODE RED!!" They saw her and rushed towards her as fast as they could. Eddie wounded. Robin and steve with weapons. Eddie:"what happened is she okay?!" Nancy:"the vecna it has her in a spell we need to carry her to the music"

Eddie pov : Walking forward with her not by my side makes me worried. Then he saw Nancy All the things playing throughout his mind. If your hurt. If the vecna got you. If anything happened he would die. Then he thought of his memories like when he pulled you on his lap or when he made you smile for the first time or when he blacked out from the pain of the bat bites and heard you say… you love him. The adrenaline flowing through him. He ran as fast to Nancy as he could "What happened is she okay?!" Nancy:"the vecna it has her in a spell we need to carry her to the music" All eddie could think about is you he ran his wound hurt but the thought of you being hurt would kill him so he ran and the group followed. He was ahead of them he's running faster then he thought he could.

Y/n pov: Feeling breathless the vecnas not anywhere to be seen. But I have to keep walking at least. I wonder how they're reacting all I can think of is eddie. I hope his bites and scratches are done bleeding "Nine stop running from me. " "FUCK OFF!" okay just run and think of something happy. Happy place. Hm eddie… "Enjoying the view" it was eddie. wait where am I.?. You looked around you're back at the lake with eddie. You couldn't help but stare at eddie for a couple seconds more his toned stomach and his playful boyish grin ok thats good. But of fucking course you would choose to run from the vecna in your underwear… wait where is the vecna…

Eddies pov: There she is. He looked at you laying there on the ground for moment then snatched you up in his arms while he sat and waited for the others. He was to tired and weak at this time to carry you alone so he just waited. A couple minutes later. robin nancy and steve showed up. steve: "okay me and eddie will carry her you two run ahead and find some music." Eddie and steve picked you up and began to carry you to the trailer.

Y/n pov: Where is the vecna the water you and memory eddie are standing in began to turn to blood. FUCK FUCK a-a different memory you take a deep breath in then out. "Chime the distraction" okay I im watching eddie play his guitar the vecna probably won't find me for a while

Eddies pov: after 4 minutes of walking were here finally we reached the music now she can get off of there steve:"Wheres the music?!" He said to Robin and Nancy. Robin: "we couldnt find… any… well any of the songs she might like, the closest we got is the alphabet kids tune or Christmas or the crap music eddie likes. And we dont have a disc player" eddie:"i have an idea what if i play for her…"

Y/n pov: Minutes passed and here you are in a memory waiting for your demise u-nless you fight themn you could escape his trance…. It's raining. The rain drops fall on you. You take a closer look and it's not water it's blood. "Henry" you say as you turn around knowing he's there. "Number nine why dont you join me in the destruction of the repeating realm we could rule together" You stopped and you thought about it. How it would be you and Henry ruling both realms… then you made your choice "I-i id rather eat dirt then rule with you!" After he heard those words he acted. He used his abilities to shove you across the hard ground scraping your back you screamed in agony.

Eddie pov: "I have an idea what if I play for her" steve:"well theres no other option" they set you down on the ground leaning up against the trailer eddie grabbed his guitar That's when the vecna dragged you against the ground. Making your body shake. He just ignored it and started to play and sing the lyrics for you of your favorite rock song

Y/n pov He dragged you against the ground but you got up back on your feet "nine i cant wait to snap your bones right infront of your freind s. So stop running from me its your time." He brought you infront of him floating in the air and he put his claw up to your face then you heard music it's your favorite song. Eddie's playing it.

Eddie pov: Come on y/n please wake up. I hope this works. Your body begins to float and it immediately makes eddie think of chrissy of what he saw happen to her. But he continued to play and sing.

Y/n pov: "I wont die without a fight." You gathered up you anger and you pushed the vecna back with your powers. You walked towards him slowly your nose bleeding. you saw a portal open with everyone on the other side. But you weren't done with Henry. You stood while he laid on the floor then he snapped your leg sending you to the ground. That only triggered you more. You made yourself float with your powers and you reached out your hand to Henry's face just like he'd done to fred, chrissy, and so many more You snapped his bones one by one. The snap was like if you stepped on a million twigs. Until He died with the last snap of his neck. You were brought out of the trance and you fell to the ground. Eddie dropped his guitar and rushed to you. Your nose bled all over your chest. Your broken leg hurting like hell. And you were tired. Your eyes started to shed tears by the pain but also seeing eddie again. He grabbed you in his arms and sat there with you. He was also tired and crying he thought he might of lost you. "Sweetheart i-i thought i lost you are you okay what happened?" "Eddie i killed him.. its over." The sky turned like a sunset the creatures of the upside-down died and grass spread across the ground. Green healthy grass. The storm was gone. "You did it sweetheart you really did it." Your leg felt better. You lean forward to look at it "its healed? My leg it healed" you lif up eddies shirt and take the bandages off to see his wounds healed well it left a scar but it's healed "Your healed " eddie:"y/n i have to tell you something i-" steve:"Lets get out of here!" You all climbed through the hole in the ceiling then you closed it knowing that you probably can open it whenever was nice Then everyone went home well except you Steve:"bye you two! See you next apocalypse" He waved and left "Eddie can i ask you something?" "No i have to tell you when i was blacked Out i heard… everything you said". "Oh sorry i i know you dont feel tha-" Eddie lunged towards you and kissed you Against a wall his ringed fingers on your waist. Then he pulled away to see your face. To see if there was discomfort but there was none "i love you sweetheart". "I love you " you say pressing your body closer to his. Blush spread across his face and yours. He grabs you and picks you up his waist leveled with yours. His cold rings on your thighs while you kiss him made a moan escape you. Eddie surprised by it he walked backwards with you then he sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap still kissing then he stopped and pulled away He grabbed a ring of his finger and put it in his hand "y/n Will you be my girl" "Hell yeah" He took your hand and put the ring on it "My Girl"

After Everything got worked out Eddie got off murder charges because nancy got her story of a toxic waste leakage from hawkins lab approved The town just basically forgot it all happened. Your mom still works 24 7 But that's okay then Eddie can come over more. You joined the hellfire club became friends even with eddies freinds You go to eddies concerts and everything's great and the upside-down has become like a vacation spot for you and eddie he renamed it the place for his princess. You got a job with Robin and steve at blockbuster Robin and steve got girlfriends We got a new club member named Erica. Lukas's little sister and she's amazing I met eddies uncle he's nice Everything is great.