#real friends are friends who follow you everywhere including dates

[marinatedsaltea]

Some new and old low budget scribbles based on goofy discord conversations

Edited: I HAVE FOUND THAT OG INSPIRATION VIDEO https://www.instagram.com/reel/CpdlpepNUtp/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

[dee-the-red-witch]

How to ACTUALLY date a trans girl

(This column was originally submitted to Autostraddle as a reply to their "A Trans Guy’s Guide to Picking Up a Trans Girl" but since they've apparently passed on it, it gets to be posted up free everywhere else instead.) Picture this- you’re a trans woman who’s been in transition for three years now. Your dating life has gone from abysmal to amazing in alternate fits and spurts and you’ve found not just one, but three awesome partners despite the many, MANY pitfalls you’ve experienced along the way. And then one day, your social media feeds ping up with screencaps of a guide to picking up girls like yourself. Needing a good laugh, you click through. And read. And proceed to smack your forehead with your own palm in frustration a few times and giggle and some other lines on the first readthrough. But things feel off, so you read again. And begin to seethe. And then start opening up the Word document and start typing frenziedly into it. Because honestly? At the end of the day, as a trans lesbian who dates all sorts of people on non-male parts of the amorphous spectral mass that is Gender, I feel like I’m obligated to. I wanted to go into that first reading and find a column that actually got things right, and this was so far off the mark in the worst ways, so I feel like I have to set some things down on paper. Because this guide reads, in so many ways, like everything my cisfem friends have complained about in the straight dating scene for years. Reading through it that second time, I felt almost the exact same sense of of sheer grease and sleaze that I’ve felt reading incel pickup guides. I felt like I was being seen as a pretty object at best and a disposable sex toy at worst. I wasn’t treated as human. At best it was a bunch of stereotypes, none of which applied to me. But under it all, I saw other bits- the tricks an abuser used to lure me in. The lies my rapist fed me. The excuses made by folks online for why I should be treated like a monster or thing because of my identity. You know, the specific blend of misogyny that singles out transfem identities in general- transmisogyny. And since we’re addressing the elephant in the room, I want to address a few particular points from Gabe’s article before I give you some real idea of how to go about this. And I want to emphasize here- this is after editing out a page of swearing, going over Gabe’s own past history of transmisogynistic writing, and just cutting it down to the actual points where the original article really went wrong, and also pick up a few points at the end that’ll actually work well for trans guys or anyone else who might be interested in a relationship with a trans girl. First off, if you’re trans as well? Stop playing the ‘we’re both trans’ card. ESPECIALLY if you’re coming at it from a ‘Why yes, I used to be a woman’ angle. For one, you’re telling us at the same time that you see us as former men, which is usually very much not the transfem experience (Personally, I always felt like I was putting on a ‘man’ act. All the time. Badly.) and for another, you’re being transphobic to yourself and your own identity. If we’re there to date you, it’s as the man you are- be that guy.

Secondly, just because the trans woman experience shares similarities with the experience you had trying to be a woman up until you came out and transitioned, it also has staggering fundamental differences, and your attempts to relate are going to highlight those differences in ways that aren’t going to work in your favor. We didn’t get to go shopping in public, or if we did, it was fraught with fear at being caught out in the early stages of transition, followed by massive frustrations with both trying to figure out where we fit into women’s sizing. And then discovering that absolutely nothing available in local stores, including thrift shops, would fit right, especially not that cute choker we’d always been drooling over. That nothing smelled right for lotion or perfume because we were dealing with a body chemistry that was going through a slow shift on HRT. And we don’t need or want to be reminded of just how much we stand out from the other girls in those kind of regards.

Also, maybe, just maybe, don’t do things that would get seen as completely misogynistic and creepy if you pulled them on a cisgender woman. Don’t go digging into her socials- stalkers and chasers pull that crap and it’s beyond tiresome. Don’t try to deduce what her pretransition life was like, that’s for her to share, if she chooses to. Don’t see her as a stereotype- some of us never played New Vegas, owned cat ears, or like thigh-highs. On that first date if you ever get there, don’t bring her flowers, lovebomb her like mad, constantly find little ways to touch her, any of that- if she has any experience, she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop in response, because she’s had this treatment before and it ended oh so badly. Just be yourself. And get it through your head that the bear is still definitely a choice regardless of everything- after all, we have examples like Gabe to prove that transmisogyny certainly isn’t limited to cis folks.

What should you do? Treat her like any other woman. Treat her like a human being, because we get so little of that, even from the rest of the LGBTQIA+ community. Yes, you’ll more than likely have to take initiative, because we’re used to seeing our attractions, needs, and desires as being perceived as aggressive or predatory by others. When you touch her, do it with assertion and intent- none of the little brushes and stalker moves- ask if you can hold her hand, or put an arm around her, so she knows you actually want to be here and want contact with her. Listen to her, and pay attention- let her be open and honest about her experiences and interests, and remember what she tells you, because she’s going to need to know that she’s wanted and valued for who she is and what she’s into, and it will be part of how she connects to you. And finally? Common sense and communication- every last one of us is different in a lot of ways, and asking or making room to talk about things from physical contact and sex to social activity or group outings or anything else can save a lot of blunders from ever happening. All in all you can and should date trans women! Please! A lot of the best relationships I’ve ever had were with other trans girls and I don’t regret any of those. But you have to put down the pickup guides, stop seeing us as fetish dispensers and sexy lampshades, and actually deal with us as people, first.

[kissoulie]

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— NSFW, MDNI. dark content with p1harmony!

a/n: i went a little insane over seob sorry ☹️ almost all of these r short little drabbles i wrote in One sitting

warnings: fem bodied reader, dubcon/noncon, stalking, stepcest, infidelity, somno, degrading, slasher but no explicit slashing, i believe that's all!!

bff!keeho who says it’s not stalking because you’re friends, but he fucks your thighs every sleepover you two have.

best friends boyfriend!theo who you can’t believe is hitting on you, until you catch him following you home. you try to run but he’s faster, and stronger, subduing you easily so he can slick you up and fuck you stupid on his dick. he whispers filthy praises at you, turning you into a compliant cocksleeve for him and him alone. forget your stupid best friend, her boyfriend will fuck every thought out of your head until you’re a brainless cockslut

brothers best friend!jiung who doesn’t put much effort into following you. he gets to see you all the time, anyways. it’s not until he’s sleeping over one night and you sneak out that he snaps. you’re his, right? let him prove it then. no? he’ll make you let him. he’ll threaten to tell your older brother you’re a whore and came onto him. you don’t want that, right? just let your brother’s most trusted friend breed your little cunt full. everything will be alright.

stepbro!intak who stalks you under the guise of being a good stepbro. of course he knows where you are at all times, he has to keep you safe! keeping you safe does not include fucking you in your sleep, though. your poor stepbro can’t justify that.

slasher!shota stalks you for weeks before striking. you’re the perfect little playmate, he has to keep you forever. but to do that safely, he has to break you first.

camboy!jongseob who threatens to doxx you if you don’t sleep with him. you’ve been watching his streams since he first started, and he always had a soft spot for you. you loved his personality and his soft yet toned body. but you knew you had to return to the real world of dating, the camboy you watched and occasionally tipped would never be your boyfriend. so imagine your surprise when he friends you on discord and sends you your own phone number and address? you have to sleep with him on stream, or he’ll leak it to his thousands of fans saying you’re the stalker and creep who follows him everywhere and tries to break into his apartment. you agree, and he puts a pretty little collar and leash on you to fulfill his little fantasy of you actually being his pet. his pretty little pet. he tugs on your leash more and more the more you bounce on his cock. your whines are adorable as he pinches your clit cruelly, toying with the bud with skilled fingers. he has the audacity to laugh as the tips roll in, telling him to use a vibrator on you, plug your ass with a tail, fuck you harder, let you cum. he’s so cruel as he takes over once the cameras are off, not once letting you reach the release you’re begging for. “say you’re my pet. say it. stop refusing, or you’ll never get to cum” you mewl out protests as he fucks into you from behind, harder and harder. your eyes roll back as you admit it, his grip on your leash going lax as he uses that hand to rub your clit in harsh circles, bringing you to release faster than the syllables could leave your mouth.

taglist: @tkooooop ♡

[dido-reblogs]

Nah cause are your request still open?? Like can you do smut? This in my mind all day.. Don't know how to say this but... Yeonjun stalker (non idol) and twitch streamer Reader? Lmaooo I know it's cringe enough but I really wanted this😭😭

a/n: i went overboard and it turned out a lot darker than i thought so sorry anon if this was not what you wanted.

disclaimer: this is a lot darker than my usual fics and contains stalker yandere behavior and revarding this behavior, just know that this kind of action is problematic irl and i do not condone or try to romanticize these kind of actions!this is all fiction!

warnings: stalking, yandere!yeonjun, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, bdsm, possesiveness, gagging with underwear, degradation, dacryphilia, bondage, yeonjun beats reader up but it is a consensual action,stomach punching, edging(?), reader's mental health is fucked up so she acts self destructive, basically she just lets yeonjun be as problematic as he wants, let me know if there is any that i have missed!

it was as if you were asking for someone to stalk you. always posting your location when you go to a coffee shop or showing the interior of your house which was pretty similar to yeonjun. it was the exact same interior of one of his friends. just to make sure, he followed you home after your post revealed that you were having a brunch in a nearby restaurant.

as he learnt you flat's number, he also checked up your locks to see whether or not it would be easy to break in. he convinced himself that he wasn't actually gonna do that. it was crazy and sick even for him. he was contend with seeing you afar.

but it all changed in one of your streams you talked about a guy you liked. when you talked about his appearance, yeonjun realized you were talking about him. so that menant you saw? and still did nothing to stop the guy who follows you everywhere. were you into that? crazy, he thought.

even though he liked the idea you liking him, the fact that you were still into him after all he had done made him think how stupid you must be to fall for him or too naive to even notice.all he had to do was to use this to his advantage. and with that you saw a 1k tip telling you to confess to him.

it is all gonna worth it, he thought. and since you accepted his challange, there was only one thing left to do, to wait.

he was there sitting close to you waiting. you with all of your courage went up to him. you greeted him, so did he. and finally you said it. "i have been seeing you around for a while. and couldn't help it but you caught my attention. i was wondering if you were up for a date? with me of course." he smiled with victory. he was right even though your description of him wasn't that specific. worth every penny, didn't you?

after he gladly accepted your dating proposal, you two made plans for your first date which ended up being the best date you ever had. of course it would, he knew everything about you. this included what you liked and what you didn't like in a date. even though it is your first date you ended up inviting him over.

you finally felt the need to confess. "you are a dangerous person, right?" a shocked but not surprised expression covered his face. "you want me and you can hurt me. i knew you were stalking me. but instead of being disgusted with the idea, i craved you. i will let you hurt me, i just have one condition."

"what is it?" he asked. "keep me. isn't that also what you want? you probably didn't stalk me for a whole year that i know of and paid me a thousand dollars to confess to you just for one fuck but i need to know for sure." he laughed to your desperation. "of course i am going to keep you but the real question is why do you want this?" you didn't know how to answer. and you sure knew if it wasn't yeonjun but some unattractive middle aged dude in front of you, you wouldn't even want this. "i don't know. maybe i think i deserve it or maybe it's just that you are hot and i am stupid." he smirked.

"come here." he ordered. as soon as you went up to him, he lifted your skirt to took of your panties and stuffed it into your mouth before getting you fully naked. "will you be okay if i were to hurt you anyway i want?" you nodded desperately. "good girl." he praised. "ah some part of me thinks you are too precious to do what i am about to do yet i also need to put desperate slut in her place." you felt fear and excitement covering you whole body at the same time. also he thought you were precious? you felt soft even in a situation like this.

"go to your bed, now." you immediately followed his orders. and layed down on you back. "good girl." he gave you the same praise before punching your stomach. your eyes opened with shocked but you couldn't deny how it turned you on. just as you calmed down a little another one followed. "such a useful whore for me. taking everything without questioning." and another one.

your eyes starting to tear up with pain, your body squirming without your control, he decicmded to tie you up. after finishing the fourth punch followed. "one final one and then we are done, okay?" you nodded. even though you liked it, you were glad than it was soon over. and when the final punch hitted your stomach you screamed in pain audible even in your gagged state and actually started crying.

"i know, i know. but you should see yourself your cries are just masterpiece. you can't even imagine how turned on i am." as you were calming down you felt his hands on your cunt. playing and toying with it, never letting you orgasm. "we are going to have so much fun~" he said while you stared his dar gaze.

credits to: @/cafekitsune for +18 banners!

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 6 -- Tinker Tom

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 6 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Frottage with Tinker Tom x M!Sole

Tinker Tom really was such a blast to write for, and his VA deserves ALL the love for his performance, he's just such a fun character!

I hope you all enjoy!

Here is the link to the Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Also, just a TW for mentions of recreational drug use! (no actual drug use takes place in this story though)

Included: Frottage, rubbing, kissing, hickeys, nipple play, misunderstandings (but the good kind), enthusiastic consent, alleyway (almost) sex, semi-public.

Words: 4k

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“Fixer, hey! You’re back, man! That’s great, that’s really, I mean, that’s just… well, yeah, it's great.” 

The unsettling pittering of Sole's heartbeat gave a stuttering pause as his gaze caught on Tom's gangly form, but if the eccentric inventor noticed his anxiety, he gave no hints of it.

Suppose that's a good start... Just have to play it cool, easy going.

Simple enough.

“Hey!" Sole shouted in response, already spreading both arms wide in a welcoming motion. "C’mere Tom.” 

“Aw, man, you know I’m not too mushy, not like Carrington, you know?” Tom chuckled a bit, giving an ‘aw shucks,’ sort of gesture with one hand as Sole continued walking towards him, perhaps more insistently than he consciously meant to. 

“Nah, come on Tom,” Sole threw him his signature puppy eyes, his hands still extended outwards invitingly, “Come here, bring it in. I know you want to.” 

“Alright, alright. Hey, no need to shout it out loud.” He whispered the last bit as he crashed into Sole’s chest, and the railroad agents both wrapped their arms around one another. “No need to get the whole Institute involved with this hug, eh? Ears everywhere, you know?”

“Right." Sole spoke into Tom’s shoulder, letting himself relax into the embrace as he thought fondly back to all of his friend’s conspiracy theories, they way he'd talked about them for hours at a time while Sole listened with nothing but a fond smile and a humoring shrug of his shoulders or nod of his head... 

Their embrace lasted longer than Sole expected it to, what with Tom’s usual twitchiness; but his contact... it seemed to calm the squirrely man down in a way he didn't care to linger on for too long.

If he did, he surely wouldn't stop.  

For Sole, well, it was just nice to see Tom at all. He’d made it a point lately, of returning to HQ less and less, after they had, well… 

The inventor pulled away first, the caging contact proving to be too much for him now. 

“You’re um… Yeah, you were right, Fixer, that was… well, nice. 'S nice to see ya back here. You been a real stranger here lately.”

“Yeah…” Sole rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, something between a smile and a cringe settling upon his face. 

They hadn’t said more than a few words since that night they’d spent together, after a few drinks of Tom’s making, something that’d thrown them both into a... frenzy of sorts. Come to think of it, had it even had alcohol in it at all?

Didn’t matter either way, Sole supposed. It seemed both of them were intentionally disinclined to mention it. For… some reason. 

Sole hadn’t said a word, that’s true, but… with the way Tom chooses to operate, how outgoing he is with his friends, outspoken too… Why did Sole have to be the one to bring it up? And after all, he was the one who made the drink in question, right? But even still, a few weeks have gone by, and now... still nothing. Was it meant to be just a one-time thing? 

C-could it not be? Was that... possible?

Sole wasn’t sure how the Railroad operated it, but back in his army days, people had to be careful about relationships within the ranks, but if Tom were willing to try and make it work...

“So, have you been–”

“OH. Fix, my man, have I got something to show you. Come on, follow follow, let’s go.” 

Tom's sudden hand-claps echoed around the brick walls of the hideout right alongside their hurried footsteps as he led Sole through the alleys within; but not… Not to his work area.

“Come with me, Fixer, and get yo’ fix, ha. That’s good, huh? Like a jingle, you know?” 

“Y-yeah Tom, that one’s a keeper for sure.” Sole mumbled distractedly as he followed, now trekking further back into the alcoves than he remembered being, maybe ever. “Um, where are we going?” 

“Almost there, oh, you’ll be excited man, this stuff’s even better than the last.” 

Immediately, Sole felt the blood rush to his cheeks, and felt his skin grow clammy at the very same time. He gulped to keep from choking on his own spit, and honestly? Sole was just glad he didn’t trip and completely fall embarrassingly onto the uneven cobblestone below. 

“T-the last? Tom…” Sole cleared his throat, hoping to flush out the frog stuck within it. “Tom, we never talked about–”

“And we’re here! Take a look, man, wa-hoo-ey, this is gonna be good, I can feel it. Not even tested this baby yet, this is gonna be the good stuff though, I guarantee it.” 

All the inflections in his words were driving Sole crazy. He was, well, Tom was almost always manic, and Sole had never minded that, but… There was something that seemed to have him even more on edge than usual tonight. 

You and me both then, I guess.

“What’s it gonna do?” Sole asked himself more than he asked Tom, who was busy pouring out his mysterious liquid invention into a couple of long, clear test tubes. 

Maybe that means he’s measuring it properly this time?

Sole could only hope. 

Or… Not. I could hope the opposite, instead…

He bit his lip as he watched Tom work, as vivid memories– well, foggy ones, but memories nonetheless– flooded over his vision. 

Was it wrong of him? To want what he and Tom had before? Even if maybe it had been more of an accident than anything with actual romantic potential? Was it wrong to rush into it again, to not discuss it, even when it felt so good that first time? It felt so... right, then, that night they'd spent together, so... who was Sole to say it's wrong to want to repeat it?

“Here it is!" Tom interrupted Sole's avalanching thoughts, "Ready to be consumed and absorbed and totally, completely take over our–”

“Tom.” 

Sole stopped him suddenly, both physically and vocally, grabbing at either of the tinkerer’s shoulders as the man's own hands still grasped onto the full test tubes. 

“T-that’s me, what’s goin’ on, Fixer?” 

Finally, it was as if Tom could see him. He wasn’t looking through Sole, wasn’t avoiding eye contact or scurrying around, he was still, and he was looking right at him. He was listening. 

Now. I have to say something now.

With a slow blink of his eyes, a quick breath out to expel the lingering nerves, Sole’s gaze met with his again. 

“Just hold on, okay? We need to talk about… About last– shit, I don’t even remember the day or anything, but, the last time we tried one of your experiments out like this… Everything that happened.” 

He merely blinked at Sole for a second, the silence allowing the ex-vault dweller to hear his own rapid pulse.

“S-sure, Sole, yeah, we can talk about it. Just… I thought we were cool, you know?” Tom gave a little shrug, jostling Sole’s hands upon him, “Both of us made it through all right, no big side effects or nothin', and you seemed to have a damn good time, so I thought you’d wanna try something again, you know? Wasn’t too far a leap, in my humble opinion.”

Sole’s head shook in disbelief, and he felt his body follow suit, a shock running through it like a painful volt from an exposed wire. 

“Do you… Tom, do you actually remember what happened? What that drink did to us? Made… ahem, us do?” 

“Huh?” One of Tom’s brows quirked comically high on his forehead. 

“Well, 'made us do' sounds kinda bad," Sole released his grip on his friend, stepping away as he rubbed over his face with one hand, "It might’ve happened anyway between us-- that night, even-- maybe, but the drink definitely–” 

“Woah, woah, woah. Fix, you good? You seem like you… Like maybe I– Just, okay, you wanna be a little less vague about all this? So I know what the cheese you’re talking about?” 

Sole blinked at him, and felt his shoulders slump. 

Holy shit. 

His heart raced, his mind was pandemonium, every thought whizzing around his head until they were crashing against each other, like so many crazed insects in a confusing frenzy. 

Does Tom not remember... anything? At all?

“Oh Fix-er, yoo-hoo.” Tom waved one of the vials in front of his face, catching Sole’s distracted attention with the sight of the strange, vivid liquid within. 

“Right, sorry, I just... I don't know how to put this, but you and I, Tom, we… Do you really not remember?” He sucked it up and voiced his worries, hoping to everything that he was wrong. If they’d been intimate, and Sole was the only one in his right mind, then… 

What the hell have I done?

“Yeah, I remember.” Tom nodded so enthusiastically, it almost allowed the vault-dweller to hope, “I remember us sucking down that sweet, sweet mixture I made, and then you tipping back in a bedroll on the floor, rolling around and mumbling while you had the lucid daydream of a lifetime. Heh, took mine a bit to kick in, but then things went wild and crazy. I went on a whole ass adventure. You ever wonder how China’s doing right now? Feel like I could tell you and be right, that’s how real it felt. Shit I made was good, huh?” 

“W-wh– lucid dream?” 

Sole was at a loss, and by Tom’s expression, he knew it too. 

“Yeah, man. Hallucinogenic. Hell of a strong one too, like I keep sayin’ to you, good shit.” 

Sole couldn’t move, his limbs like lead as the truth weighed down on him.  

“You look so hurt, man. Like somebody kicked your dog or somethin,’ you… Oh shyyyyiiiiiiit.” 

The floor was all Sole could think to focus on, with the realization buzzing around his head. 

So real… 

He wasn't even listening, couldn't hear a word Tom said, until:

“Shit, did you dream– Like, you thought that we–?” 

Sole closed his eyes as his mouth opened to answer, allowing the words to spill out before his overwhelmed mind could think to stop him.

“That you and me slept together… yeah.”

The vault-dweller's throat was audibly dry and tight, and his confusion at this whole situation never seemed to lessen, but at least he didn’t feel quite so guilty now. 

A dream... a hallucination. Shit.

“Well... was it good?” 

Sole's eyes opened, and his gaze snapped to meet Tom's.

“W-what?”

“Man, you heard me.” 

That managed to pull the slightest of laughs from him then, despite the circumstances, and Sole was nodding before his voice could properly answer. 

“Yeah, Tom. Yeah, it was good.” Sole got lost for a moment. The vividness of their closeness, the feeling of it all, the sensations, the smells, the touches, both light and heavily impassioned, it had a hold on him still, even after finding out it was nothing but a dream of sorts. “It was, yeah… really nice. Incredible.”

He whispered out the last bit, not even intending to say it aloud. 

“And so… that’s something you’d be interested in?” 

Tom was leaning against his little steel prep table, placing the still-full vials of liquid back into the test tube rack as Sole merely blinked.

He hadn't thought it possible to be even more confused in this situation, but... well, here he is. Yet another instance where Tinker Tom caught him off-guard.

“Well, would, um, you?” Sole’s voice shook a bit as he responded to the question with the same such inquiry.

“Yo, hey, no, that’s cheating. I asked you first, Fix.” 

“W-well, yes.” He said, quickly. He had to say it quickly, before his mind could get wrapped up in the answer until it became so jumbled that it didn’t make sense. 

“Hm.” Tom gave a little nod, his lip twitching as though he were stifling a grin. “Now that’s interesting…” 

“What?” 

“Just, didn’t have you pegged as being into a guy my type, that’s all. Thought maybe you and Deacon got along that way. But let’s face it, with him? I never know.” 

They both chuckled lightly at that, and Sole felt some of the nerves dissipate at the easy action of simply talking this through. And maybe just a bit too, by the way Tom seemed more than a little excited at what he’d learned. 

“Nope, me and sunglasses are just mates, that’s all...” 

There was silence for a moment, as Sole trailed off. He played with his fingers, picking and fidgeting as Tom spaced out on something behind him. 

Where to go from here? After that confession, after learning that it’d been a dream… my god. It was only a hallucination. 

Sole, ironically, couldn’t wrap his head around that. 

“So, it really was just a–”

“Do you think you’d ever–”

They both spoke at once, cutting each other off until the pair both dissolved into another bout of laughter on either side of the brick-walled alleyway. 

“Okay, you go first.” Sole offered. 

“Right, yeah. Yeah, so, just curious, you know… So, that’s really something you might want? For me and you to…” 

A vaguely lewd gesture blossomed from Tom’s expressive hands just then, but Sole tried to ignore it. 

I don’t want him to think it meant nothing. Don’t want that to be what he expects, or to think I... disrespected him in some way. 

“Well, maybe not just go straight away to sex, l-like we did in the dream thing, with the drink that-- it doesn't matter. Anyway, what I really had in mind was, I don't know... A little date, maybe?” 

“Ohh?” Tom raised his eyebrows playfully, and pushed off from where he was leaning against the table,  walking towards him with a peculiar sway in his step. “And what, do you think we’d do on this little date? What with me not really being able to leave the safehouse and all.”

Right. Sole pursed his lips. Des’s orders. Something about being too valuable to be put at risk. That person-specific policy had felt so nice to hear for all those working out in the hazardous field.

Yet now... Sole found he didn't really mind it. If it kept Tom safe, well... 

“I’m not sure… But this place isn’t bad.” Sole gestured upwards with his hands, mimicking the arch of the ceiling with his action. “Kinda secluded, romantic, you know? We could have a picnic or something, maybe? Or just a…”

Tom was leaning closer, looking up at him with eyes like molten chocolate, rich and dark, but with a shine to them that had Sole readily reciprocating his forward movement. 

“... A chat. Like a long conversation, about our interests, what we like and…” 

“Hey Fixer?” Tom’s voice sounded low, barely catching Sole’s transfixed attention. He was just… Like in his dream, Tinker Tom was so much more than the local conspiracy theorist or tech geek or handyman. He had this draw to him. He was so much more than even the Railroad took him for.

Sole couldn't have said exactly one thing that it was about him, but Tom had been so welcoming from the start, so kind and hilarious and exciting to be around, and more, he was selfless, good-hearted, and just a little bit crazy, but... That really had it's own kind of appeal, didn't it?

Not to mention those attributes that likely had Sole's mind so in-the-gutter when it came to the hallucinogenic; Tom's big eyes, the soft-looking, springy hair that was so often covered by that contraption on his head, and were those little dimples on his cheeks when he smiled?

“Fixerrrr. You in there?” Tom's voice was still low, but it managed to catch Sole's attention this time. Still though, he found he could only blink down at him.

“I’ve got, like, a super, mega important question for ya. But I need you to answer completely honestly. Think you got that?”

“Yeah.” Sole gave a nod, their faces so close it allowed their foreheads to brush together briefly. He very nearly made a joke in his light-headedness, something about telling the truth, about him not being Deacon, but Tom's next words swept any developing thought out from under his feet.

“Can I kiss you?”

Is this... Was that real? Did he really just ask that so readily, so easily?

Maybe I did take one of those tubes of Tom’s new mixture. What if I just don’t remember it, like last time? Maybe this too is an illusion. 

So then…

Another part of Sole's consciousness chimed in.

What have you got to lose?

“I just, man, I wish you could see yourself," Tom continued in response to Sole's silence, "You just look so kissable right now, and me? Well, not to spill it all to you, but, I’ve liked you since you stepped through our shitty, feral-infested door. Always thought you were pretty cute, I won’t lie to you. Then, with the way you defended me against Carrington with my Institute food camera theory, after having just met me? Man, come on, that shit had me smiling for days.” 

Finally, this stole Sole from his boggy thoughts. The realness of that memory, the fond feelings behind it, his own first impressions of the eccentric nerd he was stumbling his words over now...

“I think you’re cute too, Tom.” Sole managed to whisper out, unconsciously raising one hand to brush over his friend's stubbled jaw. “And, to answer your question, I’d love it if you kissed me.” 

They wasted no time, then. And damn, did it move fast. Sole was almost positive this had to be another dream, with the way time shifted and stood still, with the way the kiss melded them together, like either side of a magnet being hauled into one another by unseeable forces, they collided, and Sole got lost in it. 

Tom’s lips were deceptively soft, pillowy, as they set upon him, and Sole had enough enthusiasm for them both pouring into his actions, his hand sliding over Tom’s cheek while he tilted his head, deepening their kiss and parting his mouth to drag his tongue over the seam of Tom’s lip. 

The tinkerer groaned into him, and Sole felt a heat begin to pile deep in his belly. Next Sole knew, new hands were upon him, fingers running from his torso up to his chest, where they settled just beneath his shoulders. 

“Damn, man, you good at this.” Tom said to him as he pulled back with a delighted expression on his face. “Wanna keep going?” 

“Well, seeing as we’ve already gotten to third base in my head, I’d say it couldn’t hurt.” He chuckled out, feeling himself blush all the same, even as he tried to make light of it-- for his own sake or Tom’s, he didn’t quite know. 

Just been spending too much time with Deacon, probably. Always gotta lead or follow with a joke.

“Got to play a little catch up, huh? Sounds good to me.” Another smile lit up Tom’s charming features, and Sole couldn’t resist the call of him this time either. 

The kiss was even more fervent now, as the force of Tom’s hands encouraged them both backwards, until Sole's back was flush to the cold wall behind him. It sent a chill through his body, but quickly, that same, familiar heat returned as Tom’s hands began to stroke over his chest in soothing, undulating motions. His fingers dragged over the sensitive points of his nipples through his thin, cotton T-shirt, and Sole found his own hands moving– to reciprocate, to pull Tom closer, to make him feel good, like he had in his dreams.

One hand held firmly to the small of Tom’s back, hauling his body almost onto Sole's own, and stroking over the rear hem of his jeans eagerly. The other hand held its ground upon Tom’s face, mesmerized by the texture of his stubble, by the heat of his cheek, by the way he leaned his head further into the touch. 

A moan fell from Sole’s throat at Tom’s continuing movement over him, the way the pads of his thumbs paid direct mind to each of his nipples, rubbing there until the agent was thrusting his chest forward to meet the sensation with even more delicious force. 

Didn’t even know I was into this… 

But leave it to Tinker Tom to think outside the box I would’ve fitted myself into. 

Soon enough, Sole’s breath was leaving him in huffs, and the pair were having to pull back from one another just to drag air into their lungs, and in one of those moments, as Sole’s gaze darted to the floor for some unknown reason, he quickly found out why. His jeans-- and Tom’s-- wore matching bulges below their belts. Their movements, the heated kisses and fervent touches, the connection between them proving, apparently, to be too much for either of their bodies to handle in a respectful sort of way.

“We, ah, don’t gotta do more if you’re not into it, Fixer. I-I mean, if you’re not feelin’ it, or not ready, or just plain ole- wanna stop, you just say the word–”

“I don’t wanna stop.”

It was the firmest thing Sole had said all evening, the most certain he’d sounded since returning to HQ. 

With both hands, Sole reached out, cupping the meat of Tom’s ass confidently and hauling him forward until their bodies were flush together, damn-near cemented like the brick walls they were surrounded by on all sides.

“Ohh, o-k, eager beaver. You really don’t wanna stop, huh?” 

Sole shook his head, already moving to mouth at his partner’s neck as he held them tightly together with firm hands. Tom’s grasp moved to his shoulders, then, stroking over those too, the action both soothing and ardent all at once. 

“You-- ah, geeze and fuck, my friend, you got strong hands.” 

Tom was interrupted by his own reaction, and that fact had Sole smiling against him as his hands squeezed over Tom’s ass cheeks, as he ground his hips up and against him, and felt Tom’s own erection press into his lower stomach. 

“What I was gonna say…” 

Heat pulsed through him at the sound of Tom’s breathlessness, and Sole found himself encouraging him on with a growl; hungry for more sounds he could pull from his partner, more shaky breaths. 

“You, ah, you good to go all the way tonight?” 

That caused Sole to pull reluctantly away from where he’d been laying lovebites across Tom’s collarbone. 

“Y-you want– Well… You just…”

“You can say no, babe.” 

One of Tom’s roughened hands stroked over Sole’s flushed cheek reassuringly. 

“I just..." He started, before the truth of it left him in hushed tones. "I wanna make it clear that, well, you mean more to me than just a one-night thing, Tom.”

His partner smiled at that, and you could feel his smile invade his whole body, at the way his hand gripped harder over one shoulder. 

“You too, Fix.” 

Tom leaned in for a quick kiss to Sole’s lips, and that nearly set the ex-vault dweller off into a frenzy again, but he managed to hold himself back, needing them to finish this discussion before allowing himself to move forward. 

“And it won’t be. It’ll be like a… a multi-night thing, maybe. We could go and do some of those dates you were talking about, do some snuggling, work on fixing shit together, all of it, the whole deathclaw’s hand.” 

“That sounds nice, Tom… Really nice.” 

“Perfect, so that’s a…?”

“Oh, it’s a yes.” 

“Perfect, ah, just perfect. You know… we goin’ the whole way, well, we gon’ need some supplies. And have I got just the right mixture. Slippery-est lube I’ve ever come across. And I should know. I made it, so I had to sample a lot--”

“Okay, yes, I understand, Tom. Just... so long as there’s no battery acid.” Sole quipped as his heart began to race, as anticipation bubbled from his belly up and through the fingertips that were still resting upon his partner's skin.

“Nope.” Tom answered without hesitation, almost as if it’s what he'd been expecting Sole to ask. “And no hallucinogens. Though, if I can make an assumption here, you seemed not to mind those all that much.”  

[silvyysthings]

Yeah I saw that. The part about dismissing fans and them not finding out if Tim doesn’t want them to know is not the whole thing it’s worse and in Elle. It also doesn’t end in “KJ knows how to keep things private” It ends with “she knows how to keep what she wants secret”. Here’s what’s not a secret. Fans have had enough of this charade. Fans are not the ones talking about this in between the bombardment of updates and blinds supplied by PR to the press every week. Here’s another non secret. Fans are responding. Timmy’s IG is in fucking Freefall right now. He’s been losing 1k plus followers a day for weeks with this romance and the W trailer fans outside of here hated. The only time he gained 2500 was the day fans found out they had broken up after the onslaught of articles after their not serious but casual PR narrative bullshit. I hope his career is worth all these games but going by the strong response now and the overly negativity comments everywhere I don’t think so. Nobody believes this is real. It looks like her side only is working overtime with innuendo, quotes in articles and alleged leaks. Remember the hickey photo with articles? You think his team would stay quiet on that if it wasn’t true? It’s been four months? It’s always her insider quotes for articles and tabloids and alleged leaks to Dmuh who’s been doing some heavy lifting for this romance almost like she’s a paid extension of their PR teams. That was until last weeks break up fiasco where tmz said “multiple sources from both sides” say their still an item. How can fans still seriously think its all in her head and he’s not involved? I get it shes fantastic for reaching a wider audience he needs coming up with nearly 400 m IG followers but a liability for him in the respect department so is his remaining silent and not getting his hands dirty a business choice? Remember this isn’t the first time Timmy has made Silence and removing himself a strategy and an an art form when it comes to anything or anyone deemed toxic getting in the way of his career. Friends drowning by media. Silence. SAG strike. Silence. Romance. Silence and blurry, but approved bts through all forms of media and car dates. Why is it though he always seems to happily participate in crystal clear Pap photos with A list power players like Leo, Larry David, Adam Sandler or Scorsese though? Stop making excuses for his behavior. Others are not. I’m not a fan of her but this is not one sided even if that’s his strategy once again by making it appear it’s her side doing all the work publically with him getting to pass off a silence strategy as privacy or non involvement. At the moment it’s been set up media wise so he can walk away at anytime and fans will believe she made it all up. Even she deserves better especially if it turns out to be true.

I'm posting your ask because as I've always said I don't censor anyone when their thoughts are expressed politely like you did.

But I ask you a question: what exactly do you want to convince me of? About the " falling " of his instagram or the bad reviews on Wonka trailer? On the fact that Tim is a private person and prefers not to comment publicly on some things and let his actions speak for themselves, including that of never being seen publicly around and possibly lately in the same state with his alleged flame? And above all, do you seriously think that the esteem I have for him as an actor and as a man can change for what he eventually chooses to do in his private life without hurting anyone? It's his life, he doesn't have to justify himself to us, he's not our property. He doesn't need anyone to excuse him for what he chooses or doesn't choose to do.

[alwaysteveswife]

Right person, Wrong time | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

This is just a "mini" story from Eddie's point of view, in which he narrates how he has coped with the loss of one of the most important people in his life.

Warnings: Mention of Y/N's Death, angst, a lot of angst, Eddie having a strong crush on Y/N, mention of characters that do not belong to the series, such as Allyson (Steve's partner) and Ethan, Y/N's younger brother.

Number of characters: 9,793

If I had to describe my relationship with Y/N, I would say that the phrase that most represents us is 'You were the right person at the wrong time'.

I remember the first time I saw her. It was two years ago, the first day back from vacation. I was putting my things away in my locker, listening to annoyed laughter and the occasional comment from people who were annoyed by my style as if I cared about their opinion. When I finished, I saw Allyson walking down the hallway. Perhaps the reason they caught my eye was because they looked like polar opposites; Y/N was dressed completely in black, with a KISS t-shirt and dark jeans, while, on the other hand, Allyson was wearing pastel colors.

She and I were friends, playmates. That was why she approached me with a big smile, talking about how much she wanted this to be my year. Y/N stood beside her, more interested in looking repulsively at Tommy H than at our conversation. That first time we didn't cross words, nor did we introduce ourselves, but I can assure you that it was the beginning of everything, at least for me.

After that day I saw her everywhere, and not by chance. It's not like I followed her everywhere like a psycho, I just tried to find her with my eyes when I went to places I knew I was obligated to go. Most of the time it was the cafeteria, where she would take a seat with her friend and whisper about other annoying students.

The first time we spoke was the following year. I approached Allyson to ask if she was going to attend the club where we played D&D along with other fans. She was there, listening intently. I was so nervous that I started acting hysterical, and thanks to that I made her laugh. When her face lit up, a huge warmth filled me completely. In that instant I knew I was screwed, I had fallen for Y/N, and Allyson noticed.

She insisted on joining the club, to put me in situations where we could be alone, to talk and all that. Thanks to those little moments we were able to move forward in our relationship, we were able to be friends. I could feel a spark between the two of us, a big one. I could tell when she was flirting with me, and I knew she could tell when I was flirting with her, but, for some reason, we never became 'something more'.

After that came Billy Hargrove, a first rate jerk. Womanizing, cocky, he was the spitting image of a 'real' man, and all the girls fell for him. Including the one I thought would be my girl. When I found out, something broke inside me, something that made me wonder why him and not me? Was I so horrible that I couldn't win her love?

The first few weeks were the worst, hands down. I hung out with Allyson and Steve almost every day to distract myself. The two of them had started dating, and although Steve was unbearable to me at first, I could tell his attitude was different. He was nice, and he loved Allyson, just as she loved him. I hated to admit it, but the two of them looked great together.

After the second month, everything got better, I hardly saw Y/N anymore, but thanks to that I avoided feeling bad.

"What the fuck happened to you?" It wasn't the best way to welcome the love of my life, but it was the only thing I could say when I saw her come to my house full of mud and with red marks on her neck.

"Just shut your mouth and let me in" Despite the bluntness of her comment, I could tell how her voice sounded like she was about to cry.

I opened the door, letting her come in and settle wherever she wanted. After a few minutes of silence, she told me how she ended up like that and how she ran away to my house. To make a long story short, and to avoid the horrible memory of what she told me, it was all because of that son of a bitch of a boyfriend.

I clenched my jaw, avoiding sounding angrier than I was.

"Hey, look, I know I'm not the best person to give you advice, but do you really think it's worth it to be with an asshole like that?"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Eddie?" she snapped up, glaring at me hatefully.

"I mean he doesn't deserve you, Y/N" I stood up too, grabbing her shoulders, "A girl like you, no, any girl deserves to be treated with dignity, with appreciation, you... you deserve better than him."

She pushed me hard, grabbing her things quickly. I tried to stop her, I really tried, but I couldn't force her to stay, I didn't want her to think I would hurt her or something.

"Something better? Something better" She gave a giggle, smiling sarcastically as she moved towards the door, "And what's supposed to be better? You? A teenage drug addict who doesn't know what he's going to live off of? Don't make me laugh, Eddie."

She slammed the door shut, leaving me on edge. I wanted to follow her, apologize to her, whatever, but I didn't. I stayed in my house, like a coward, she left because of me, I lost her because of me.

No one saw her again, she disappeared and her body was never found, but we all knew she wasn't alive. Allyson prepared her funeral, from the casket to the flowers. She made special invitations to a selective group of people and dared to play a completely anti-Christian soundtrack when they lowered the empty coffin. There weren't too many people in the place, hopefully there were about 15 of us, but still the atmosphere was full of sadness and tension.

Everyone cried too much, including me. The only one who kept a serene expression was Allyson. It seemed as if her soul had left her body. She was, but she wasn't. She was staring at nothing, waving her hands nervously, even having to be carried home by Steve after she almost had a panic attack.

Neither of our lives went back to normal, but we were trying. I quit selling drugs and started going to a rehab group. Ethan no longer cried every time he saw something that belonged to his sister, he was able to go out with his friends and have fun. Steve, who she had befriended before the tragedy, had started working at Family Video along with Robin. And Allyson, she was coping in her own way, not very well, but she was, and Harrington was there to help her, to take care of her as he promised Y/N he would.

Today was Saturday, it was horribly hot, but I couldn't miss our appointment. I got off my motorcycle, carefully removing my helmet and taking a bag out of the back. I already knew the way by heart, I came here every Saturday.

When I got to the place, I stood there for a few seconds reading the name on the tombstone. I sighed and took a seat in front of it, smiling as I noticed the little teddy bear Allyson had left here when she came.

"Hi, honey, it's me, Eddie" From the bag I pulled some plastic flowers, setting them down "In my defense, normal flowers die really fast, these are more resilient" I laughed, holding the bag in my lap "I brought you a present, but I'll give it to you when I'm done telling you everything that happened this week" I leaned my back against the headstone, looking up at the sky "Today marks exactly 3 months and 4 days since I last smoked, can you believe it? At the rehab center they gave me a stamp that said 'Congratulations, it's your third month', it's ridiculous, but I like to hang them on my window curtain, they're like trophies" I started to pull some weed from the floor "Oh, and by the way, guess who managed to graduate" I smiled, waiting a few seconds, hoping she could answer me from beyond the grave "That's right, it's me. It still doesn't sink in, but I made it. I've been thinking about studying mechanics, there's a university near here that has that career and I thought 'Why not?' I can come by motorcycle from there every weekend, it won't be too much trouble, don't worry" I laughed, closing my eyes "Allyson also managed to graduate, she's seeing if she can get into a university that's a few miles from here, more to the city. She also convinced Steve to try to start a modeling career, and you know what the worst part is? That son of a bitch got in" I laughed harder, remembering how he called each of us to tell us the news "They both plan to work part time to pay the rent on an apartment over there. Since the incident last time, Steve hasn't wanted to leave Allyson alone for a second, they're like fingernails. It's horrible to watch" I grimaced, clearly faked, I loved those two "You don't have to grieve either, he promised to come to see you at least twice a month" I turned around facing his tombstone "Fuck new news, I'm a very impatient person, so let's go with your surprise" I took out of the bag a white and purple skirt "It's the Hellfire Club t-shirt, remember you were going to join? Well, you didn't get around to it, but I took the trouble to have a limited edition one made for you. It's in your favorite color, I picked it out for you" My smile gradually faded, until there was no trace of it anymore "I.... I'm sorry, Y/N, I'm so sorry" I brought the t-shirt to my face, feeling it getting wet "It's my fault, I did this to you, forgive me, please" I cringed, crying even harder, feeling my throat tearing and my stomach turning into a giant knot "I love you" I whispered between sobs, resting my head on the headstone, imagining what it would be like if she were here, facing me, forehead to forehead, our breaths being one, fused in an embrace that chased away all my fears and in turn chased away hers.

We were that 'something else' that never was. That teenage love that I always wanted, but now I will be unable to have. She took a part of me, but I took a part of her too, and I will keep it as a treasure, as my most prized possession, because she made me feel that way, so I will make her feel that way too, even if she is in the afterlife, even if she never loved me like I did.

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[whatisreggieshortfor]

She Was Everything

Chelsea x trans!m!MC

Chelsea’s parents had never really accepted her best mate transitioning. Can they accept him as someone that loves her?

The was originally for the Reddit prompt in February and then I just never touched it after I started it 🤪 but here we finally go @rebelrayne !

Chelsea was…

Well, she was everything.

Eddie had known her nearly his entire life, from back when they were two shy little girls that followed each other everywhere, to the twenty something slaves of capitalism that they were now.

She was the first person Eddie came out to as an early teenager, showcasing an immense amount of trust that he was no longer the Eden she knew.

But Chelsea had taken it in stride, after a good amount of squeals and hugs and tears were drawn out of the blonde, and made the transition of calling him Eddie consistently within a week. He joked that he thought it would take longer, they both knew how forgetful she was, but she had given him a look and said that who he is was important to her.

She was the optimism in his life, no matter what happened. He didn’t think he could be faulted for falling in love with her.

But he knew her family. They had accepted him after his change because of his family, but not because they wanted someone like him in her life. Her mother was always sure to make pointed statements.

“You’ll never be the housewife you were born to be if you don’t find an actual husband.”

“I can’t wait til I can watch my grand babies grow up- I’m going to be at every ultrasound appointment!”

“Chelsea, dear, you need to find someone like Eddie, but a real man.”

The last one always hurt the most. The way she would remind both of them that to her Eddie was still Eden, even if she used his new name if only to be polite. Chelsea never viewed him that way. She even argued with her parents when they treated Eddie like a girl, including back during her own sweet sixteen when they ‘spilled’ punch on his clothes and offered him one of her dresses to wear. She had made it a huge point of argument, stopping the party in its tracks as she fought with them about their treatment of her best mate. Every pointed comment from her parents was met with an equally sharp retort from her. The only time she wasn’t her outgoing sunshine self was when they didn’t treat Eddie the way she knew he should be treated.

It was only natural that he fell in love along the way.

He would never tell her- he knew it would never fracture the friendship they had cultivated for so many years. But the thought of making her uncomfortable, making her feel like she had to tiptoe her relationships around to avoid hurting him… he just couldn’t do that to her.

So instead he took a backseat.

He was her shoulder to cry on, the first text she sent, the one she celebrated or commiserated with.

Eddie was there when she dated Gary. And when they broke up because as much as she enjoyed his lad behavior she needed more attention than he could give.

He was there when she fell for Elijah’s smooth words, and there to pick up the pieces when it ended- confused what a dog walker had to do with anything.

She came to him first when she met Lucas, and again when Lucas left her with no sign he planned to return to join Doctors Without Borders.

Henrik may have been his favorite of her exes, he stayed friends with her when they realized the relationship just wasn’t the right direction for them.

But Eddie was there for her every time.

Every time she fell in love.

Every time her heart was broken.

Eddie was always there for her.

Even if he was never the one for her, she would always be the one for him. So he would always have her back, always hold her up, always lend an ear.

Which is probably why it startled him so much when she confessed to him while they took a normal walk through a park on the weekend.

“God, babes, I wish you could love me like I love you.”

“I’m sorry- what?” Eddie’s entire body felt on edge so suddenly even as his steps froze, like the earth was shifting beneath his feet. Had she realized his feelings were different than hers? Was she about to tell him that this was the thing she couldn’t accept?

Chelsea blinked her big doe eyes, never knowing the effect she had on him, “You didn’t know, babes? I chased guy after guy because- well because I couldn’t chase you. I obviously couldn’t, like, put you in a position where you had to choose to let me down easy or try to force yourself to feel something.”

“I-“ he stared at her, shock so clearly written across his face, mouth gaping like a fish as he rattled his brain for something, anything to say.

But nothing came out.

So instead he moved.

Pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips, the remnants of cotton candy flavored lipgloss sticking to his when he pulled back.

“I’m in love with you, Chels. Always have been.”

Now her eyes widened, hands flying up to her face, “OHEMGEE SERIOUSLY!?”

Launching into a tirade about how they were soooooo living in a romcom trope, Chelsea clung to his arm, and he wanted to share her enthusiasm. Deep down he felt relieved, and happy, and so so so in love.

But he was also worried for her.

She may have worked her ass off to get her interior design career off the ground and successful, but she was also a trust fund kid. If she entered a relationship with him, her parents would cut her off. They’d disown her. He couldn’t make her lose everything.

He snapped back to reality from the spiral of worry as he realized she was dialing her phone, her mother’s number one click away. So he snatched it out of her hand.

“We can’t tell them.”

“What?” She pouted, so he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, or that I don’t want to love you openly.” He spoke as calmly and soothing as he could muster, not so much as glancing away from her big beautiful eyes, “They won’t be happy about it though. If we tell them, they’ll cut you off.”

“I don’t care about the money!” She made a face, “I haven’t touched that account in ages!”

“I know,” he sighed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they resumed their walk, “But your mom is like your best mate. Do you really want to risk losing that if you aren’t sure they’ll be okay?”

“But then what do we do?” She pouted again, taking his hand on her shoulder and intertwining their fingers. He offhandedly thought that he used to think it would feel awkward at first if she ever wanted him back, but it didn’t.

But she raised an excellent question. And he drew a blank. How do you keep your parents from figuring out who you’re dating? From trying to set you up? You ‘date’ someone in the same situation…

“You remember my mate Noah from uni?”

Noah was surprisingly calm when the two of them approached him with the idea.

Sure, Eddie knew he’d understand, but he didn’t seem nervous or unsure about the offer either. Noah was just empathetic.

They had been assigned as flat mates in uni, and Noah only finished his associates degree. He didn’t need a higher degree than that for what he wanted to do.

But Eddie remembered just a few months ago.

Noah had joined him for a night out, a rare occurrence in itself when they usually stayed in to hang out, but that night Noah had met Hope. She was everything he wanted in his partner, and he was everything she wanted in hers.

Until her dad found out she was seeing someone that didn’t make as much as she did and said she was dating a gold digger.

She had never told him Noah’s name, so she pretended to heed her father’s advice and dump him, while they just hid their relationship.

Eddie couldn’t offer Hope a cover with wealth to match her salary to completely satisfy her dad, but he had a masters degree and worked as an independent engineer for several major companies.

So the four of them had a lot of double dates. Meet the parents happened at a group dinner.

Chelsea’s parents absolutely adored Noah, constantly gushing about how much of a real gentleman he was. Of course they always made sure to side eye Eddie as they made the comment.

Hope’s dad and little sisters were completely taken by Eddie, he would help them with their math homework and used his engineering skills to build her dad random contraptions to help around the house after they got acquainted.

Even when Chelsea’s parents ran into Eddie’s, his mum would just gush about Hope and play up the normal friendship things he did with Chelsea- his mum wasn’t afraid to lie to keep them happy when she knew why they were doing it.

It was the perfect con- it worked for months.

They fooled everyone they needed to for weeks on end. When Hope was going to see Noah, she would tell her dad that she was spending the day with Chelsea so he didn’t expect her to answer the phone. Chelsea’s parents were never surprised when Eddie answered hers anyway.

None of them may have lived at home, but double dates had the same nervous excitement of sneaking out as a teenager.

It didn’t matter how long they needed to hide it, didn’t matter how long they needed to use each other. The four of them were happy.

And then the holidays rolled around.

Eddie’s parents held a party every year, but it slipped his mind that her parents would be in attendance. When Chelsea helped his mum decorate, it didn’t strike a thought in his head. Chelsea just lived for parties and decorating, it was literally what she did for a living. He was happy to be their pack mule and muscle while he watched them have a good time together.

Noah and Hope came out for the night, Eddie’s mum had loved Noah like a son since they were flat mates.

Could Eddie be faulted for having such a good time with his favorite people that he forgot he lowered his guard?

A scream cut through the party, making Eddie jerk from where Chelsea had pulled him into a kiss under the mistletoe, seeing her parents stand in the doorway in horror.

The blood rushed from his face, ringing sounding through his ears so loudly that he couldn’t hear as his mum raced forward to try and explain that it was just the holiday tradition.

But he did hear Chelsea, “No, you know what, screw this!” She stomped forward, gentling nudging his mum out of the way with her usual sweet and loving smile, only to round on her own mum with a scowl, “Stop being so dramatic, mother! I love you, I do. But I am in love with, Eddie. Real- seriously! Not like those boys before. You can either accept that and be my mum or- or… you can go to hell!”

Eddie’s jaw dropped, rushing forward, “Chelsea, baby, you don’t mean that. She-“

“No!” Chelsea argued, still glaring at her parents for a moment before softening to look at her boyfriend, “No, I mean it. They either get me with you, or they don’t get me at all.”

“We-“ her mother started, but her father cut in.

“We can try.” He wrapped his arm around his wife, “We haven’t always been kind to Eddie in the past, but we have heard you. We may not approve, but we can work on it. If we don’t meet your standards…”

“…you’ll be within reason to kick us from your life.” Her mum finished for him. “I’m sorry we pushed too hard for it to be a phase.”

“Really?” She looked hopeful, but still unsure if this could be real.

“You’re our only daughter.” Her father confirmed, “We just want you to be happy.”

“I am.” She beamed, holding Eddie’s hand so tightly she could’ve cut off circulation, “More than ever.”

It was touch and go, as were many things in a carefully balanced life. There were near instances in the years to come, arguments over it that nearly led to Chelsea blocking their numbers. But eventually they figured it out. They would probably never wholeheartedly accept it, but they made enough of an effort that Eddie didn’t feel like Chelsea was making a mistake to keep them around.

They were just… happy.

They were together,

and they were happy.

Masterlist

[seafoamchild]

november 2nd

went to hulaween and it was an absolute blast. i had so much fun with my friends. we saw so much music and did so many drugs. we laughed and laughed. i felt happy and included the whole time.

now i'm back home and it's already snowed and there's a chill in the air. cue six months of winter. here we go. i want to be somewhere else, somewhere different, somewhere i can start a new chapter. i've spent the past few years really working on myself, and it has been hard. i've worked on being kind to myself, not taking everything personally, being generous, communicating my wants and needs, and thinking about what i even want in the first place.

i've reflected on growing up in a place where a specific type of achievement was glorified. getting straight As. getting into college. graduating on time. getting a "real job". my parents wanted all of that for me and i always felt obligated to please them, as they were supporting me financially. i never got a real job and it freaked them out. they kept pushing and pushing, devaluing the serving jobs i had because they weren't "real jobs". asking me, "you're not planning on being a server forever, are you?" as if the very idea were horrifying to behold. constantly making suggestions about who i should network with, trying to get me to talk to people with "real jobs" so they could inspire me to also get a "real job", waiting for me to get all the traveling out of my system so i could come to my senses and settle down. it was so exhausting, constantly receiving the message that i wasn't "doing it right", that i was making frivolous decisions and i needed to buckle down and get career-oriented.

i've come to realize that my parents really did not understand me. and it wasn't just like, me going through a rebellious phase, it was that my values and my parents' values were different - are different - and they tried to push me into being something i was not. i've never doubted that they love me and just wanted me to be happy, but they had no idea what that looked like for me. everyone in my immediate family - my parents, my brother - they've all led pretty conventional lives. they followed the rules, they got the career, they got the house.

then there was me, who traveled everywhere, worked odd jobs, saw psychiatrists, dated questionable people, went to music festivals, lived in rundown rentals, experimented with drugs they'd never even heard of. to them it was so worrying that i wasn't following a conventional path. they have tried so so so hard to "help" steer me in the right direction, but all it really ever did was compound my anxiety about feeling unmoored. i've spent so many years feeling like i'm doing it all wrong, that i should be striving for a stable career, that a serving job is a shameful thing to do for a living unless you're in college, that i need to turn my passions into profits, that i'm so smart and talented but i'm wasting it all away by "just being a server".

all this worrying has never done me an ounce of good. so, so, so much worrying, imparted upon me by my incredibly anxious and high-strung parents for years and years. despite the gnawing guilt and shame i felt, i kept doing the things i wanted to do. but i went through various states of mental deterioration during it all, and it was always some kind of identity crisis, like who am i and how did i get here and what the fuck am i doing???

lately i have been feeling more assured of who i am. i'm funny and kind and smart. i have created a rich life for myself, full of experiences and friends. i still want to find a job that excites me. i still want to fall in love with someone who adores me and respects me. i want to move to a new city. leave the midwest. find new opportunities. it will be really scary, leaving behind my community. but i know it's time. i finally feel confident enough to do it for real.

[syresdcthings]

DC Highschool long skit again! Mall things

This post includes: assortment of Villains, assortment of Heros. All Characters will go by their real names apart from Joker.

The group of friends are at the mall.

Joker: Wow! These slushies were worth the 50 bucks!

Harvey: I was a little skeptical of the person who sold them to us but… these are amazing. Well worth the money indeed!

Crane: Could’ve got em for free if you let me test my stuff on them…

Harvey: Your “stuff” is water laced with a dangerous amount of Fentanyl, Johnathan. And you keep it in your bag… what if you mistake it for actual water? Plus, it was only 50$ each.

Harley, got to the mall late because Ivy was driving: Mmm Puddin’! Thanks for gettin’ lil old me somethin’ too!

Joker: Of course! You’re my girl buddy after all! I don’t mind throwing some money around for ya!

Lex: You are all acting like it wasn’t me who paid for everyone.

Joker: And we love you for it, Lexie.

Pamela: Can’t believe you guys are actually drinking that stuff… you know it’s probably like, drugged or something?

Edward: Then we get lit for free, win win.

A familiar voice suddenly calls to them.

Selina: Hey, losers! Over here.

Joker: CAT!!! WOW! Today just keeps getting better and better!

Bruce slides out from behind Selina awkwardly.

Joker: Oh, my, GOD. IM PRACTICALLY CRYING IN HAPPINESS!

Selina: Can’t believe you guys are here as-well. Fun coincidence, hm?

Harvey: Heh, not really a coincidence, this is the only Mall in our district.

Harley: Shu’up. Brain freeze!

Bruce: Selina. Could we get to our shops and then leave..?

Selina: Hey, I’m talkin’ to my friends here. Don’t be rude. Go… do something I d’know.

Bruce: What can I do?…

Selina: the rest of you is still back at the Vending Machines. Go play with ‘em.

She puts a cent in his hand and he trudged away grumbling.

Crane: Ahah! I can test my stuff on that golden retriever boy! BRUCE! WAIT UP.

Harvey: I wouldn’t mind catching up with Bruce. We haven’t spoken in a while… Also I really wanna see if your “stuff” works.

Crane: C’MON THEN COIN BOY!

They runs towards the sullen boy, giving him a fright.

Joker taking a loud prolonged sip: Anywho, Se~li~na~! You on a date with loverboy?

Selina: Eh, can’t really call it a date when his entourage follows us everywhere.

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Selina: is that a slushie?

Harley: Yup!! Mistah J and Lex over here got us them from sum homeless guy in the parkin’ lot!

Selina: Sounds like you’re making very inspired life choices, props.

Joker: Awh, you think my life choices are inspired?

Pamela: Good lord don’t encourage him..

[govindhtech]

ChatGPT displays Google Drive and OneDrive charts and tables

Microsoft OneDrive

What is OneDrive ?

Microsoft developed OneDrive. It enables you share, save, and browse files on any internet-connected device. This digital safe can hold all your important documents, photos, and videos.

OneDrive app Important characteristics:

File Storage and Backup: Use OneDrive to save up space on PCs, cellphones, and other devices. It’s a backup for lost, stolen, or broken devices.

Sharing files and folders is simple. Collaboration on OneDrive documents in real time. This is great for family and friend memories and workplace projects.

Access your files on the move with the OneDrive iOS, Android, and Windows Phone app. The software can automatically backup phone images and videos to OneDrive.

OneDrive lets you choose files and folders for offline access. You can access and manipulate them without an internet connection.

Security: Microsoft implements rigorous security mechanisms to protect OneDrive data.

OneDrive Storage

OneDrive provides a free plan that includes 5 GB of storage capacity. Depending on how much you use, this might be enough for basic needs, but it could soon fill up.

Paid Plans: Microsoft 365 offers OneDrive storage sizes of 100 GB to 1 TB, or 6 TB for family plans.

OneDrive’s primary feature is its seamless connection with Microsoft 365 products including Word, Excel, and PowerPoint. This makes it simple for you to store and retrieve your papers from within these programmes.

Use OneDrive to safely store and share crucial files

OneDrive has you covered

To ensure that your vital information, pictures, programmes, and settings are always accessible, make a backup of your device’s contents. You can simply recover your files from errors or corrupted files, so you can rest easy.

Relive the moment by sharing your memories

Store and discreetly distribute images, movies, and albums with loved ones. OneDrive enables you to relive your most treasured memories with the people who mean most, whether they were from a year or a lifetime ago.

Safe, arranged, and up to date belongings no matter where you are

From any location and on any device, you can quickly access, modify, and arrange your files. Your files and folders are updated when you make changes to them, and you can even access them when not connected to a device.

Go wherever real life takes you with your digital life

You can store, edit, and share your images, videos, and files on the go with the OneDrive mobile app. To preserve them in the cloud, you can even scan priceless memories and crucial papers.

Features that improve connectivity, safety, and ease of living

Restore and safeguard

You shouldn’t be concerned about losing files if something were to happen to your device.

Accessible from anywhere

Everywhere you travel, you may access your files and pictures from any of your devices.

Exchange and establish connections

Share your files and images in private with loved ones, and use Office tools to collaborate in real time on projects.

All things considered, Microsoft OneDrive is a strong and adaptable cloud storage option that meets the demands of both individuals and businesses. To get you started, it offers a free tier. For those that need additional storage capacity, there are subscription options available.

ChatGPT’s data analysis is getting a lot better thanks to OpenAI, which will make the tool more reliable and easy to use for ChatGPT Plus, Team, and Enterprise users. With the flagship model GPT-4o, customers may now interact with tables and charts and add files straight from Microsoft OneDrive and Google Drive.

Users can now upload files from Google Drive and Microsoft OneDrive to ChatGPT without downloading them to their desktop. This lets ChatGPT quickly understand Google Sheets, Docs, Slides, Microsoft Word, Excel, and PowerPoint files.

With the option to ask follow-up questions and receive suggested prompts to further their study, interactive tables let users expand and analyse data in real-time. Users can instruct ChatGPT, for instance, to merge spreadsheets containing monthly spending and produce a pivot table with categories for each type of expense.

Users can engage with a variety of chart formats, such as bar, line, pie, and scatter plots, by creating customisable charts. Before downloading the charts for use in presentations or documents, users can choose colours, hover over chart parts, and ask further questions.

For example, users can ask ChatGPT to generate a graphic that displays retention rates by cohort by selecting a Google Sheet containing the most recent user data from their company’s Google Drive account.

These enhancements expand on ChatGPT’s current capacity to comprehend and evaluate datasets using natural language. ChatGPT allows users to submit data files and use it to develop and execute Python code for activities including combining datasets, making charts, and finding patterns. This feature saves specialists time on repetitive activities and facilitates the conduct of in-depth analysis for novices.

The Carlyle Group vice president David Vaughn emphasises the usefulness of the application by saying, “ChatGPT is part of my toolkit for analysing customer data, which has grown too large and complex for Excel.” I can do more data exploration on my own and get useful insights faster thanks to its assistance in sorting through large datasets.

In these upgrades, OpenAI places a strong emphasis on complete security and privacy. Plus users have the option to opt out of training via Data Controls, and ChatGPT does not train on Team or Enterprise client data. For ChatGPT Enterprise, OpenAI’s privacy and security policies include data encryption, compliance, and SAML SSO.

The new capabilities have been commended by Lauren Nowak, Marketing Manager at Afterpay, who said, “ChatGPT walks me through data analysis and helps me better understand insights.” It helps me learn, makes my work more fulfilling, and frees up time for me to concentrate on the more important aspects of it.

In a similar vein, Google also revealed new Gemini features at Google I/O 2024. In addition to analysing the data from the sheet, Gemini also produces an attractive graphic that enables customers to view the entire breakdown by category. This covers a range of use cases in your email, including shopping, remodelling projects, and vacation bills.

You can make greater use of all that information in Gmail to work, plan, and play more effectively. This September, Labs users will be able to build a sheet, arrange your attachments in Drive, and perform data analysis using Q&A.

Read more on Govindhtech.com

[avaliveradio]

7 New Music Releases Just Added to our Songwriters Showcase Playlist

Songwriters are not just musicians, they are also storytellers. The best songwriters have the ability to transport listeners to new worlds, evoke emotions, and tell real stories through their music. In this article, we will explore the art of storytelling in songwriting and look at some of the best songwriters who have mastered this craft.

The Art of Stortelling in Songwriting

At its core, songwriting is about telling a story. Whether it's a personal experience or a fictional tale, the best songwriters know how to weave a narrative that captivates their audience. They use imagery, metaphors, and clever wordplay to paint a picture that resonates with their listeners.

Here are our picks for 7 New Releases just added to our Songwriters Showcase Playlist …

Ann Gray- Sorry Excuse

Folk/Acoustic - Pop - Rock/Punk

Sorry Excuse was the first single released from Ann Gray's debut full-length album, The Half Of It. The song was inspired by Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, which I read last year. I became engrossed with the complicated and toxic relationship between Catherine and Heathcliff. Catherine’s love causes her to see him everywhere and in everything. I was inspired to put an urban spin on it. The song begins with the end of the relationship, “when things were going south, then I drove up to the north”, which is followed by the longing. While Catherine sees Heathcliff in every blade of grass, in Sorry Excuse, the lost lover is seen in grocery lines, takeout menus, and traffic lights.

Riots and Jetpacks - Carousel

Cheyenne Pohl -  Friend Crush

Released by: DistroKid

Genre: Pop Rock, Indie Rock

Moods: Happy, Energetic

Friend Crush is an upbeat rock song that navigates the feelings and emotions a person has when they start to have a crush on a friend. Every time I thought I was starting to have feelings for someone I always asked myself…do you see yourself dating them or is it a friend crush? To me, having a friend crush always meant I loved the person’s energy, they gave me a serotonin type of feeling, and I craved their presence…but I couldn’t imagine us being boyfriend and girlfriend. The song plays off of those feelings with a bit more of a romantic twist. Friend Crush goes through this journey of dissecting one’s emotions and tendencies. Is it a friend crush or is there something more? Why do I care how I respond to your messages? You’re always making me smile…is that a normal friend thing? Why am I so nervous around you? This “crush” feels more intense than the others. Etc. There’s nothing in this world more confusing than trying to figure out your feelings for someone that in the end you probably don’t have real feelings for. 

Songwriter Chloe Borthwick has the power to captivate an audience

One talented storyteller that I recently discovered is Chloe Borthwick. Her ability to lead the listener through an experience has the power to captivate an audience. Her descriptive imagery resonates with the listener and creates magical moments. It’s a wonderful experience and I highly recommend listening to her new single, ‘Don't Ghost Me’. 

Cabela and Schmitt's Endearing New Single 'DON'T DROP THAT MONKEY'

It’s rare to come across a song that is endearing but DON'T DROP THAT MONKEY is about a little girl whose made up best friend is a stuffed monkey doll. She calls him Harry and hardly ever let's him leave her side. The song is pulling influence from the songwriters of the 70’s with brilliant musical elements intermingled into a fun upbeat child friendly tune. But just as the Beatles often included hidden meanings in their songs, I can’t help but hear a covert message hidden in the song. What do you think it’s about?

GATLIN KATE JAMES - Untitled Song of Self-Doubt Music Genre: Pop Vibe: Emotional, Bright, Inspiring Located in: Tulsa, OK Sounds like: Somewhere between Taylor Swift and Billie Eilish

"Born in Nashville, Tennessee, GATLIN KATE JAMES was no stranger to music. At four years old, she began her career as a session vocalist. She was signed to a national talent agency for acting at 6, and at 11, her love of songwriting bloomed.  Listen on Spotify

Sydney Dalessi - Trying (to believe)

Music Genre: Bedroom pop, indie pop Vibe: Chill, Sentimental, Love Located in: New York Sounds like: Phoebe Bridgers, Boygenius, Billie Eilish,

With a singing style as unique as her take on the bedroom pop genre, Sydney Dalessi  has released a precious new single called ‘Trying (to believe)’. I think she’s captured a special vibe that sets the listener at ease from the first sound of her vocal. Sydneys tone is warm and inviting painting a soundscape around the listener like an artist fills a room with canvas and paint. It’s creative, patient and delivered with grace.

[financialsecrets]

Tips For Writing a Blog

Hello GmaKelly Checking in With You! Hope you're having a Great Day!

I would like to give you some Tips For Writing a Blog to Make Money Online. Take notes this is good information.

Writing a Blog

Writing a Blog is not as easy as it sounds. Your pretty good with the first 5-10 posts'. Then you run out of things to say. Come on, I know your already there or been there. Let's just be honest with each other. Initially we write about our Niche and all the "popular" things we know about it. Then you have to Research and Research and Research, test out Keywords, Keep up the SEO objectives in your writing. All these things are important and necessary.

Important Things to Remember

Below I listed a few things that can and will cause you to fail at your Online Business if you don't follow through on these key pieces: Blogging is a Business: It has to be operated like a Business, designate time and/or space in your home for your Business. Requires Time, Effort and Attention: Schedule Time to Write, Researching your Posts thoroughly is a time-consuming exercise. Schedule Research Days, Write Your Post Day, Post Online and to Socail Media. Time Management can save your sanity. Research Yoeur Audience: Who are your writing for? What are their Interests and hobbies? What questions do they need answered. Include High Quality Links: High Quality Links will Increase where you rank in Google. High Ranking ie: Shopify quote, Google quote, (relatable to content), etc Tailor Your Content to Your Audience: Keep in mind your Audience is looking to you for advice, instruction, or just valuable information. Be sure to target your Research around your Target Audience. Content Needs to be Unique: To get your Readers to Share your Content, it needs to be Unique. Unique Date, Unique Viewpoints, Unique Suggestions. Quantity Builds Quality: You need to write and publish to your New Site as often as possible get as many Posts on line as you can. Google will recognize your Quantity and Crawl your Site for Content. Maintain Consistency: If you post on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Continue to do so. That is when your Audience will search you out. Promote Content: Publish your Content EVERYWHERE. Exposure is everything. Remember Promote the Brand! Writing Style: Write in a Style that meets your Audience where they live. Don't use technical jargon, or acronyms that may or may not know. Have a Conversation. Be relaxed. The Stiff Stoic written conversations of the past are long gone. Navigation: Test your website, have your friends test it. Is it easy to find the information your looking for? Ease of Navigation plays a big part in returning traffic. Focus on Your Niche: You have already chosen a Focus for your Site. Maintain that Focus. Your Posts should always have a relationship to your Focus. SEO & Google: We all fall prey to the SEO Gods. Remember to use Keywords in your writing. It makes ranking easier.

Final Thoughts

There will always be more to add to this list. ALWAYS. Stay current with new trends and tools in Blogging. More time saving apps and plug-ins are being created every day. If you maintain the things listed above, Schedule your Time wisely, Tailor your Content, Research Thoroughly, Promote Content, etc. you won't fail. Perseverance, pays off. But you have to remember Nothing Worth Waiting For Comes Overnight. It just doesn't happen like that. Or at least not for most of us. It might take months for most of us to see any real progress. But Progress will come. With Consistency and Time... All Things Will Come To Those Who Wait! Personal Note:  Writing these posts' comes easier and easier with each one I write. I know when you read them you say, "OK Yeah sounds easy but..." Forget the "but" in every sentence you tell yourself. Self Talk can be the biggest detriment to our Success. Instead of saying I can't, say I will try. I will make an effort. That's really all it takes is that First Step Out of the Box. Thank you for sharing you time with me. Have a Great Day! GmaKelly Bonus Tip: It was suggested to me to write 10-20 posts before you publish anything. Set up your posting schedule and keep writing. Preparing in this way relieves you of the stress of having to "get this done". Be sure if you post 3 times a week, you need to write 3 new posts a week. Read the full article

[ghostly-clown]

HEY, I saw your hc about living with slashers can you do a romantic version??

Yes I can and thankyou for the ask :D

(I'm so sorry this took so long life stuff was happening 😔)

Original here ->

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Living with slashers but romantically <3 (still sfw)

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Doing all the same as last time:

Jason Voorhees, Sinclair brothers, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, gohst face (Billy and Stu)

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Jason Voorhees

- straight up your gonna have to share everything, or more, he will share all his stuff with you

- you won't have to do as much stuff because Jason wants to do it for you (lil helper man)

- he'll pride you above everything else in the camp and make sure your perfectly safe at all times

- he's a very worried person so make sure you tell him where your going otherwise he'll freak out

- I can imagine he would set up surprise movie nights to keep you entertained (he even stole all your favourite snacks from the town)

- however as clingy as he can be, he will respect your privacy

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The Sinclair's

~ Lester

- many road trips and camping out under the stars on cool nights with his dog

- contrariety to what his brothers think, he's actually pretty romantic (in his own Lester way)

- like dating a best friend type deal, he's super easy to talk too, and you just feel comfortable around him

- he will make fun of his brothers for not having a partners, it's your choice to join him in this or not but heed thyn warnings if you do

- you will have to force him to clean his truck tho, I'm sorry but it's nasty there's blood and bones everywhere

~ Bo

- he's a real gentleman lover when around his brothers, acting like your the perfect couple in everyway

- he likes to be in charge and will make all these rules but if you just say 'no thanks' he'll get all pouty and try to make a compromise

-not a hand hold, but a leaner, he's always leaning on you (taller or shorter he dosnt care)

- he will be even more competitive on game nights and complain to you all night about how vincent cheated at scrabble

- he's not clingy but he truly enjoys your company

- he's also a very playful flirter and loves to see you all blushy

~ Vincent

- sweet baby is nervous to do anything around you

- he genuinely loves you but feels like you can do better, after a while when your still only interested in him his confidence will go up

- after that confidence boost he will be alot more affectionate

- he loves hugging you and just holding you close to him

- he won't force you to hang around him all day cause the wax room is HOT, but if you are down there he'll show you how he likes to sculpt and even make some stuff for you

- he is a very soft and caring lover so be sweet to him

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Thomas hewitt

- he try's his best to be a true gentleman in a relationship

- always trying to help you with any and everything, u can't reach the top shelf? He will drop what he's got and run to assist

- he loves being physically affectionate

- take him on picnics, he will love these and want to do them every day, plus it'll be fun

- he is very anxious about your safety tho, he dosnt have the 'Nicest' family so he will always be just around the corner

- he shows his love through acts of service and small gifts

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Brahms Heelshire

-woah he's never dated before, but he is surprisingly good at it

- he knows how to be all proper and such but he's a huge softy who will melt to your touch

- he says he's 'the man' of the relationship but he's hopeless without you

- he will try and help with some of your chores, he won't be good at them and he'll probably give up, but he's trying

- note he will be very clingy at the beginning of the relationship

- lock the bathroom doors cause he will just follow you everywhere

- imagine an affectionate cat, that's brahams

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Michael myers

- he wants hugs and to be touched but he dosnt want to ask for it, so his genius idea is to just hover over u until he gets his affection

- he will make things around the house harder for you just so you can ask him for help (he loves the feeling of being needed by you)

- he's not a mushy lover or anything but if you point it out he will act that way out of spite

- give him something and he will treasure it for the rest of time (no matter what it is, it could be a small rock but he will carry it everywhere in his pocket)

- when he's flustered he will just turn around and avoid looking at you

- btw make sure he's looking after himself, he will forget to clean his cuts and they'll get infected

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Ghostface

~ Billy

- this is a man who will get jealous very easily

- he knows it too and he will be open about it, you just gotta reassure him that he is the only one you'll love

- he will stand between u and Stu, he always wants to be the person next to you

- will scare you alot, just so you'll jump into his arms afterwards

- can be a little clingy but he trust you to not do something stupid

- another non-hand holder, he likes to stand behind you and lean on you like that

- otherwise he is a fun lover who will move a mountains for you

~ Stu

- stu is very touchy and now that your dating he will be even more so

- always holding your hand, leaning on you, playing with your hair

-will force you to watch all his favourite films and get as obsessed as he is

- he is a huge talker, as well as a surprisingly good listener, he will remember every little fun fact you ever told him

- I honestly don't think he would get jealous at all, even if someone else flirted with you he would be like "i told you your hot"

- he is so proud to have u as a partner and will gladly announce it whenever he can

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[luvfae]

Can you make one about Cassie and reader who's lexis bff, and lexi kinda expose on her play that reader has a crush on her or something like that

i tried so hard to think of a name that nobody who read this would have for the readers stage name 😭 i was like fuck it i’ll name them gucci, but then prada came to mind so i hope none of y’all are named prada 💀💀 anyways, enjoy 💕

PRADA

fandom: euphoria

parings: cassie x f reader

warnings: swearing

You sat in the crowd, watching the play that your best friend Lexi had written. You were shocked to discover that her play was based on real life, and you were a character in it. Except instead of your real name, Lexi had called you Prada. You were watching the show closely, you sat next to Lexi’s older sister, Cassie, who you had liked for a while now.

“This is embarrassing,” Cassie whispered, glancing around to see a few people staring at her. Lexi was in the middle of talking about Cassie.

“Hallie could get anyone she wanted,” Lexi sighed. “People would throw themselves at her everywhere we went. I mean, even my best friend Prada had a crush on Hallie,” she laughed.

Your eyes went wide, you saw Cassie staring at you out of the corner of your eye and you didn’t dare look. You couldn’t believe that Lexi had included that in her play.

“My own best friend, crushing on my hot older sister,” Lexi said, shaking her head, her hands on her hips. “I was pissed because Hallie got everything she wanted and more and now she could also have my best friend, if she really wanted too.”

“Fuck you Lexi,” you muttered, standing up from your seat and dashing out of the theatre. Cassie followed behind you, her heels clicking against the hard floor of the corridor.

“Y/N!” Cassie yelled.

You froze, listening as her footsteps got closer and closer until eventually her hand was resting on your shoulder.

“Y/N,” Cassie said, walking around to face you. “I didn’t know you had feelings for me,” she smiled.

You looked down at your feet. “It’s embarrassing, why would you like me back? Besides i’ve only ever seen you date guys so it’s always felt like a lost cause,” you sighed.

Cassie laughed and you looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N, i’ve had feelings for you for the longest time now,” Cassie admitted and you felt your heart skip a beat. “I’ve just been to scared to tell you because I didn’t know if you felt the same way and honestly, it was kinda scary having feelings for a girl. I didn’t know how people would react.”

“Who cares how people react,” you said. “Love is love, fuck everyone else.”

Cassie smiled, holding your hands. “Maybe we should go out tomorrow night and see how things go?” Cassie suggested.

You nodded frantically. “Yes!” You exclaimed and she laughed.

“Let’s get back to the play,” she said, walking you back to theatre, staying hand in hand for the rest of the night.

[damiano-mylove]

How you met them and what dating the members of Måneskin would be like

GN!reader, slight NSFW for Damiano *Masterlist*

Vic

You'd definitely meet Vic at the grocery store

She goes grocery shopping every Saturday at 10 am, and you don't know that because you're creepy, you know that because you do as well (being an adult and such)

Over time, you'd both start to notice seeing each other at the same times and places

Vic would eventually come over, after having traded more than a dozen looks with you

At first, she would give you a random complement (that made your heart soar for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time), and you would immediately compliment her back because there are so many things to complement about the unknown girl at the shops

Those random complements would soon turn into full blown conversations that you both looked forward to, every Saturday at 10 am

Conversations turned into doing your grocery shopping together

Vic would ask you to lunch after one of your grocery shopping adventures, which you gladly accepted given the beautiful woman had stolen your heart at first glance

Lunch would go absolutely swimmingly, and it became the new thing

Your relationship with Vic would evolve from doing your grocery shopping together, then having lunch, to basically spending every Saturday together, then seeing each other other days of the week

One night, having drinks at Vic's place, just the two of you, Vic would join your lips together in a sweet harmony that felt all too right

You brushed off the night as drunken kissing

But she held you hand at lunch that following Saturday, and asked to kiss you before you parted ways

The conversation was bound to happen, and it did. After that, you and Vic were officially an item

She introduced you to her friends, and you did the same - your group loving Vic, and her's loving you

Dating Vic would be full of gentle love bites on your tender neck, fruity red wine, painting your nails matching colours, and late nights

On those late nights, Vic would hold you close, a film playing softly in the back, while her attention laid on you

You, her person, her rock. You made Vic's heart go ablaze and she wouldn't trade you for the world

Nor would you for her

Thomas

Thomas gives off strong Boy-Next-Door vibes

One day, your interest was sparked by moving vans outside your window - someone was moving into the flat above you

It was a very loud day (furniture scraping the floors, heavy boxes being dropped, many feet with much too heavy footsteps) but you were baking

You had a function to attend to the following day, so your day was already planned as a day for baking your famous biscuits that literally everyone loved

Ingredients may have a price tag, but kindness does not. Once all the noise subsided, you brought a plate of cookies up to your new neighbour (hoping to at least buy their friendship so they wouldn't annoy you constantly)

When Thomas opened the door, your stomach immediately turned to static

He looked a little tired, no doubt from freshly moving in, but his beauty was still breathtaking

Thomas smiled at you sweetly and thanked you profusely for the biscuits - he told you about how his grandmother made the same type and he loved them

The next day, right after you'd come back from your function, Thomas brought you back the plate with a bashful smile - 'The biscuits were divine, better than grandmama's'

You giggled at his statement, then invited him in for tea and to finish off the biscuits that were "left over" (you'd actually saved them for yourself, but there was no one else you'd rather share them with)

Happily for the both of you, Thomas accepted the invitation, and he stayed in your flat, drinking tea with you and eating biscuits, till the wee hours of the next day

You and Thomas shared smiles from your balconies and the street below, but when you'd be walking the stairs together, it always turned into an invitation for a drink, or to watch a game, or just a chat

About a month and a half of friendship, Thomas asked you to the cinema

You gladly went with him

In the middle of the film, your hands bumped together, both reaching for the popcorn on your lap - resulting in heated faces and looking away

Thomas walked you back to your flat that night, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and legs made of jelly

That next day, Thomas asked you to dinner

'Is this a date or just a hang out?'

'It can be whatever you'd like.'

To no one's surprise, you chose the former option

You never officially confirmed your dating status, but you'd figure Thomas introducing you to his family as his partner was confirmation enough

Dating Thomas would include him singing you mellow songs in the evenings, longing glances shared across rooms, lots of tea at all hours of the day, and extremely stupid jokes that turned sickeningly sweet

Those jokes would occupy your mind for days on end, cherishing every single joke shared

Ethan

As cliche as it sounds, you'd meet in a bar

There was a game on between Lazio and Milan - and you both were dragged there by your friends

People clamored around the bar and television screens, screaming and yelling, and everyone decked out in jerseys (the Lazio jerseys outnumbered the Milan jerseys 3:1)

Funnily enough, you met Ethan in the corridor for the toilets

'With a line this long, I might as well piss outside'

For a first impression, Ethan really did make an impression. One that made you laugh and his cheeks tint red at the knowledge that someone heard him say that

It sparked a conversation while you both waited in the long lines

You discovered that neither of you held too much of a love of football, which absolutely tickled you that someone was in the same boat as you

Ethan waited outside the washroom for you, then suggested you both go outside for a smoke

With a drunken smile (the only way to get through a football match is to drink, lets be real), you agreed and told the friends you came with where you'd be disappearing to

Outside, you and Ethan shared three fags each and lots of laughter and conversation

Surprisingly to Ethan's friends, when everyone came pouring out of the bar after the game finished, Ethan had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss

While being the most shy member of the band, Ethan reacted the most prominently to liquid courage, which you were more than okay with

You traded information, and the next day, you woke up to a sweet text from Ethan, asking you to a cafe to get to know each other in a sober environment

No complaints, you went

Ethan was just as funny as he was last night, and neither of you stopped smiling the entire time you were together

You saw each other quite often after that; sharing the occasional kiss, but full of laughter and stupid faces in silent moments

Eventually, you got brave and asked for Ethan to be your boyfriend

His face and ears went bright red, and he immediately looked to his slender fingers, chuckling nervously - but he happily agreed

Dating Ethan would include a hell of a lot of cuddles, lots of reassurance, few kisses but very meaningful kisses, and more laughter than you've ever shared with anyone else

Ethan will make you one of the happiest people on Earth, and in exchange, he is the happiest, just to have you in his arms in the mornings (even if you drool on him in your sleep)

Damiano

Without a doubt, you'd meet Damiano at a bar

There wouldn't be a game one, it was just a Friday night, and you felt like cutting loose with your idiot friends, whom you very much loved

Damiano would spot you immediately

You, of course, had already spotted him, but your friends were drooling over him, and every single person in the bar was as well, so you just put him out of your mind

That is, until he swaggered right up to you while you were grabbing drinks for your friends who were all on the dance floor

His expensive scent intoxicated you better than any booze behind the bar, making your skin tingle immediately. Damiano radiated heat, but that could've just been how warm it was in the bar from all the people

As the bartender was mixing your drinks, Damiano asked you your name

'A beautiful name for a beautiful person'

You thought he was just looking for a one-night stand, which you were actually quite down for

However, the night was still young, and you still had drinks to deliver to your friends, so you thanked him for the compliment and sauntered off to your friends with the drinks in hand

They called you a myriad of names for you basically turning Damiano down to do what? To dance with people you'd known for years?

Fortunately, walking off hadn't deterred Damiano

His eyes were on you for the entire night, until you built enough nerve to approach him

It didn't take too long for him to offer to bring you back to his place - you didn't need more than a second to accept

That night didn't lead to sex, however. Damiano thought you to be drunk to give him any meaningful consent, so he just left you to sleep in his bed, while he took the couch

When you woke up, you wrote your number with the lipstick in your purse on his bathroom mirror, and you left without a sound to wake him up

He called you that same day and invited you to the bar again

The entire weekend was spent going to the bar, sleeping either with or at Damiano's, which suited you just fine

Unfortunately, you had an actual job that required you to go to work, so when he invited you out on Sunday, you had to decline, then again on Monday

Tuesday, however, you invited him to your place for a couple drinks and you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch

Damiano woke up with you for your job and stayed with you as you got ready that morning, smiling at you through the mirror of your bathroom

Soon enough, your nightly encounters turned into real dates that changed location and theme constantly

Damiano was spontaneous and you loved it

He'd call you the cutest pet names under the sun, and bring you everywhere you were willing to go with him

Damiano never called you his partner; you were his lover

When you'd be alone, he always referred to you as 'Y/n, the light of my life, the only flower in my field, the cream in my jeans'

Made you blush like mad, but that was Damiano's favourite part

Dating Damiano would include doing each other's eyeliner, lots of PDA, reading side by side on the couch with a record playing softly, never falling asleep alone

Sleeping beside Damiano was like sleeping next to a furnace, so blankets were never needed, but cuddling was required

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